#god shit fucking damn i hate programming i just want these stupid courses done so i can graduate and NEVER LOOK AT JAVA AGAIN
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i need to do my java assignment. i need to start my java assignment. i need to open my java assignment and look at it. i need to do my java assignment. i need to do my java assignment. i need to complete to-dos in my java assignment. i need to do my java assignment.
(<- is too afraid and overwhelmed to write a single new line of code in the java assignment)
#H E L P#it was due last sunday (yesterday) but i got an extension til thursday#.......i.....havent started it yet#also last time i tried running my payara server it..... didnt work. so that uh sux. cant rllycheck if anything i do WORKS if i cant RUN IT#the specific note on brightspace for troubleshooting ur payara install basically boils down to 'haha... good luck'#guess ill try dicking w the port numbers or smth :/#ANYWAYS uhhhh yeah. had weeks but nope. The Fear Is In Me And His Name Is Java EE & JSF & JPA & EJB & Bootstrap#so many abbreviations......#at least MySQL server isnt letting me down FOR ONCE.#god shit fucking damn i hate programming i just want these stupid courses done so i can graduate and NEVER LOOK AT JAVA AGAIN#i hate college
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Breaking The Rules.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader (sort of Winter Soldier x F!Reader too)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warnings: like,,, lots of murder
Requested: nope
Summary: The Winter Soldier attacks the building where Y/N works and comes face-to-face with her. Surprising her and himself, he lets her go, breaking the rules, not following his orders. Y/N is so thankful about his mercy that she is now the world's biggest Bucky Barnes stan. What happens when their paths cross again 7 years later?
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so I don't really know if I've done a good job writing this but I tried my best so,,, enjoy!
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The Asset is not thinking.
The Asset is not made to think.
Casually stroking his gun as he walked into the plain building, he watched the people inside the room pause for a minute. Then the screaming began. He simply stood there, the scene unfolding in front of him as people ran; inside rooms, out the building as they jumped out of windows to avoid him. He let them.
Finally having had enough because HYDRA demands some kills, Soldat, he cocked his gun and started out by fighting the security guards that had an ounce of bravery in them as they approached him with their own guns. He killed them easily. Then he moved further into the building, ending the lives of anyone who tried to get in his way.
What was his purpose of doing this? There was none. He was programmed to kill, and the program had no specific targets. No targets, only kill. He walked up the stairs of the building as more people, who had not been dead, escaped. Then he ended up on the floor where she was.
Y/N was going through a stack of papers, wearing headphones, when she heard a scream. It had been so sudden and loud that she startled badly, the papers flying from her hands as she turned around, ready to give the person a piece of her mind only to be met with the prettiest blue eyes she had ever seen in her life. The breath left her lungs and fear overtook her.
The person in front of her; she had heard of him. They called him The Winter Soldier. He was covered in black leather, his silver arm shining in the sunlight that entered through the window on her right. She quickly glanced at it; she was 10 stories above ground. He had a black mask on (more like a muzzle, she thought) and a peculiar look on his face.
She looked around the room, her eyes filling with tears when she saw the bodies of her coworkers, the friends she had made at the workplace, littered on the floor. Damn you, stupid headphones. She discarded them. He had killed them all. The Winter Soldier didn't really have a say in what he did, she told herself, he had been programmed to act like that.
Nothing but a murder toy for HYDRA.
And she hated them for that.
"Don't cry." She looked back at the Soldat, her eyes wide in confusion. Huh? Why would he say that? She blinked away the tears and started raising a hand to wipe them off when he suddenly raised his gun. Her hand paused mid-air and she held her breath, waiting for him to finally put her out of her misery as her eyes unconsciously watered once more.
When he saw her hand, though, her palm was facing him. Ready to rub off the tears, he noticed, and he lowered the gun. "Don't cry," he repeated and Y/N, as absurd as she found the situation to be, did as he ordered. She wiped the tears off and rubbed her hands on the jeans she was wearing, staring at the man. He stared back at her.
When he first entered the floor, he had done what he had been told, until there was no one alive in the room. Or so he thought, until his eyes landed on Y/N. She was wearing some sort of a device over her head, completely oblivious to what was going on. Was she deaf? Did she not hear the gunshots?
As he approached her cautiously, someone screamed behind him. And he saw how the papers flew out of her hand she whirled around, her big, doe eyes blinking at him until recognition sparked in them. Then she cowered. For some reason, as he looked at her, he couldn't bring himself to harm her. She looked… adorable, almost. So he did what he did best.
Stared.
Her eyes were darting around the place, and they watered when they landed on the bodies on the floor. He gulped quietly under his mask, something inside him stirring uncomfortably as he watched her cry. And suddenly, he couldn't help himself. "Don't cry," he blurted out and she looked back at him. He stared. She blinked rapidly and started raising her hand.
Thinking she would raise a hand on him, he immediately held up his gun as a warning but realized that she was simply drying her tears, new ones in her eyes as she looked at the gun. And he suddenly felt very apologetic. "Don't cry," he repeated and allowed her to wipe her tears. But he was surprised to hear her speak.
"Please don't hurt me."
She was shaking, arms going around herself, but she wasn't crying. At least she was not crying. He didn't reply, only stared as a foreign, almost forgotten word came to mind. Pretty. She was pretty. Soldat or not, how could he bring himself to harm a pretty thing like her? He raised his gun again when he remembered his orders; kill, do not show mercy.
The pretty woman started crying again, this time her tears were much more prominent. "Please, please don't do it, please… I have done nothing to you, don't do it…" she pleaded, fingers intertwined as if in prayer. Kill her. But he ignored the order and lowered his gun again.
"Pretty," he stated and her brows furrowed. Y/N blinked at him, pretty? Did she hear that right? He called her pretty, right? "Pardon?" she blurted out and his head tilted to the side. "Go." His voice sounded strained and for a moment, Y/N wanted to embrace him, to comfort him but hurriedly dismissing the thoughts, she turned on her heels and ran out the building.
The Asset stared at her as she ran.
He had not been programmed to think.
Then why had he?
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"Guys, I'm telling you, it was so surreal—"
"Oh my God, Y/N, will you stop—"
Steve, Sam and Bucky glanced at the group of ladies that ended up at the bar next to them. A few years had passed since the incident between Bucky and Y/N took place and he was back to normal. No longer the Winter Soldier; he was an ally of the Avengers now. Steve glanced at his friends, lips curling into an amused smile.
"What do you think they're talking about?" he whispered and Sam snickered quietly. "Why don't we listen?" Bucky simply shook his head, but was also kind of intrigued at this surreal experience that Y/N talked about. Y/N… that name sounded kind of familiar to him, but maybe it was a common one, what did he know?
"He called me pretty!"
"We know he's hot, Y/N, but seriously, the Winter Soldier did not call you pretty."
The three men froze and their eyes darted amongst each other. "He did," Y/N whined, "I'm telling you!" Bucky almost dropped his glass but managed to hold on, his jaw dropped. Thankfully the ladies were not aware of the men shamelessly eavesdropping on their conversation. "Wait wait wait, what is this about you and the Winter Soldier? I've not heard that story."
"Ugh, Sam, you've done it now!"
Steve and Bucky glanced at Sam with smirks and he rolled his eyes. "Samantha," he snarked but the super soldiers only shrugged in reply. "Okay okay, this was like… 7 years ago. I was in my office, working, when our building was attacked. By him." And Bucky, try as he might, couldn't remember shit.
"Dude, I was wearing headphones so damn strong that I didn't hear literal gunshots echoing around the room, like what?"
"Seriously, Y/N? You know we won't say anything if you tell us you're lying."
"But I'm not lying," Y/N insisted, "I heard a scream and finally took off the headphones. When I turned to see who had screamed, he was literally standing in front of me." Hazy memories slowly flashed in his mind; a plain building, those red-black headphones and the fluttering of papers. He gulped his drink down.
"And didn't kill you like he had been trained to? I still think you're lying. Or maybe you just have severe trauma and you made up a story of the handsome Bucky Barnes calling you pretty." Bucky nearly laughed when Y/N's face turned red but then guilt started weighing heavy in his stomach. He had put her in danger…
"I don't have trauma, don't joke about stuff like that! Anyway, I was like, scared shitless. I thought I was gonna die, I started crying but he told me, don't cry. Like huh?" Bucky didn't remember that part. Steve and Sam were now definitely drawn to the story, their eyes set on their glasses as they listened.
"I didn't want to anger him so I wiped my tears but he raised that goddamn gun again and I started crying again. He repeated his words and I started pleading, as we've all seen in action movies." Snorts drifted between them. "Please don't hurt me, let me go…" Y/N mimicked but Bucky's heart rate suddenly spiked. The same voice, the same tone…
He had had a nightmare the previous night.
She was the one he heard.
"Okay, so after I'm done begging, you know what he fucking says? Out of all things, he literally called me pretty. Like just— just that one word came out of his mouth. I'm literally still so confused," she spoke animatedly and the friend who had not heard the story before gasped. "Seriously? No way," she scoffed.
"Yes way!" Y/N got impatient. Why did no one ever believe her? She got that it was an outlandish story, but it was real! Y/N wished the Soldat was here; not to kill, of course, merely to confirm the fact that he had, indeed, called her pretty. But that man was long gone, replaced by someone who was stable-but-not-so-stable, undoubtedly handsome and with a new metal arm. This Bucky was much better than the dangerous Soldat.
"Then he told me to go. He sounded so fucking soft, you know? I have so much respect for Bucky Barnes, I mean, look at him. He went through so much he didn't deserve, and sometimes I just wanna—" She made a choking gesture, "—everyone who hurt him." Her friends chuckled but he could tell she wasn't lying. She really did care for him.
After all he put her through…
"I'm serious! Look at him! He looks like a lost puppy. How can you not care about him?" Y/N whined and her friends shook their heads. "You just have a big crush on the man, accept it." Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve and Sam smirked at him. He nudged them both, keeping silent. "You know what? I wish he was here right now. He probably doesn't even remember but if he did—"
"I remember it, doll, only vaguely…"
Y/N's group froze as their gazes followed the voice, landing on the three Avengers beside them. Her friends were mortified, Y/N even more so. Did he hear the story? "D-Did you… hear…" she stammered and Bucky pursed his lips. "I'm sorry." The apology fell out before he could stop himself and Y/N, ever the Bucky-apologist, instantly shook her head.
"It was not your fault. HYDRA did that to you. You didn't deserve any of it, mark my words." She sounded like Steve, he noticed and smiled gently. After all he put her through… she still stood by his side. "Thank you, doll, that really means a lot," he said sincerely and Y/N grinned at him. "You're welcome!" And before she could turn to her friends, he spoke up again.
"I meant what I said."
"Hm?" She looked at him, head tilted in confusion. "When I called you pretty, I meant it. You are pretty, very much so." She went red under his intense gaze and shied away, forcing Steve, Sam and her friends to burst into boisterous laughter. "Th-Thanks," she mumbled and Bucky craved her more.
"Join me for a drink?" he questioned and her eyes widened. He mistook it for fear and immediately lowered his head. "Sorry, I overstepped—" He froze when she took his metal hand, holding it gently, looking at him with the same eyes he had thought to be adorable 7 years ago. "Of course I'll join you." A genuine smile bloomed on his face and without a care in the world, he led her away from her friends.
She was going to be his.
Forever and always.
The only woman caring and wonderful enough to accept him, broken and everything.
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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading! Love you all 🖤
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Hey sinner, I was wondering, Ince it's my birthday on Monday and all, could I maybe have some Arkham Riddler and/or scarecrow Headcanons pretty please?
no problem baby, hope you have a kickass birthday!!
Arkham!Riddler hcs:
Ed can't sleep without you. he literally cannot fall asleep. that's one of the main reasons he doesn't sleep all that much - because you're not always there. y'know, he always had this thing where he hugged the first thing he got his hands on in his sleep, be it a pillow or even a wrench. but then you came. first time he slept in one bed with you, when he reached out, you never pushed him away. he clung onto you and you hugged him back and caressed his hair and back as he snored into your chest
when he sleeps with you, he doesn't wake up from nightmares. actually, first time you let him rest on you, he slept for 12 hours straight, only stirring once when you tried to wriggle out of his grasp and go to the bathroom. and that manchild fucking got out of bed and trailed after you, quietly waiting until you're done so you can both go to sleep. he'd sit on the fuckin toilet with you if he could
as i mentioned earlier, he snores, and does so pretty loud - after having his nose broken so many times, it started healing a little crookedly and he started snoring. you'll have to get used to that. oh, and he also snorts. when he laughs sincerely, y'know, that real belly laugh, he snorts like a pig and it's really endearing (he was a little self-conscious about it around you at first)
he spoils a lot with gifts, partly to make up for the time he spends working, partly to show you he can give you things nobody else can. some of the gifts are store bought, but most of them are handmade - sometimes he'll make you something to make every day life easier and help with chores, sometimes he'll build you a fucking coffee machine from scratch because you said your one broke, sometimes he'll just create a little decoration to remind you of him, so you know he's always there
his thugs are really fond of you - not only are you polite and actually treat them like human beings, but you keep Ed at bay. your presence is obviously calming to him and you have a lot of good influence on him, which they're grateful for. they like to joke around with you and sometimes even invite you for a simple chat with beer or a game of poker. Edward was really opposed to the idea of you spending time with them but at some point he landed with a beer in hand, fries on the table and cards laid out before him and you didn't hear him complain. well... not that much, anyway
his robots are part-sentient, in a way that they're able to feel curiosity about the world around them and constantly learn new thing by themselves, without him having to constantly reprogramm them. they're kind of like children - but only kind of, and they treat you two kind of like parental figures. especially you, since Ed programmed them to see him more as a god or something along those lines. also, whenever there's any oncoming danger, the robots closest to you immediately run to your side to be ready and protect you
a stray cat once wandered into the orphanage, where you were currently helping Ed with painting the walls, and the robots immediately percieved it as a threat and almost anihilated it. it was a shitshow. and you also kept the cat, much to Edward's displeasure (he was bullshitting, you saw him baby talk to it and pet it more than once)
Arkham!Scarecrow hcs:
before the Croc accident, he was really chaotic and energetic and also a hazard to society. you were never bored because Jon always did some stupid shit, most of the time only because he's just clueless about social norms. you saw him eat coffee straight from the jar once because he was to fixated on his research to wait for the water to boil
he really loves making you laugh with his sarcastic quips. honestly, he just loves making you laugh. but also scream. he's a master at sneaking up on you and suddenly gripping your arms/waist or enveloping you in a hug out of nowhere and in the most unexpected places. he once did that while you were making dinner and ended with a whole pan worth of spaghetti on his head
he was a contortionist and could manipulate his body any way he wanted, and let me tell you that he scared you half to death because he was laying on a position so inhuman that you just thought he fucking went and killed himself on accident and landed with his limbs all over the place
he loved dancing with you, he was a very skilled dancer before he suffered all that damage. after the accident, he can't really spin you around like he used to. to be honest, he can't really do anything he used to do with you. he's really changed after the accident, and he really needs your help with practically everything. he hates it, especially since he knows he often took what you two had for granted and wasn't the best partner out there, and suddenly not only will he never be able to have fun with you like in the past, but he's also become kind of a burden - no matter what you say, he can clearly see how exhausted you are from dealing with him all the time. quite frankly, he has no fucking idea why you even stayed with him
he really does everything in his power to show you how grateful he is for all you do. he often has trouble expressing his true feelings because he hates being percieved as weak (this intensified after the accident) and can't get it through his thick skull that telling you he loves you doesn't make him weak, but he spoils you to the best of his abilities. you always get what you want and his gifts are always thoughtful, and whenever he gets you a book, he somehow always knows which one you'll like the most. he does everything in his power to pay you back for your kindness
that man actually shed some tears more than once over the fact that you love him so much that you decided to waste your life with him. of course he fucking wants you and it'd kill him if you left, but he knows it'd be better for you if you did. but despite all the self-loathing he feels at himself, he's possessive as hell. despite the fact that behind closed doors, he feels like he doesn't deserve you, he makes sure everyone knows not to touch you or even think about touching you, because you're his. you choose to stay with him, even after what happened, and there's no way you're getting out of this one
and listen, he may have become more... tame, but he's certainly not boring. despite everything, this man is still the chaotic god of the universe, and he'll be damned if he stopped making you laugh to the point of tears. and let's not forget that man has crows as pets - the shenanigans that ensue are not like any other and you'll never see anything even slightly similar to that dumbassery on planet Earth
#riddler#edward nigma#edward nygma#the riddler#jonathan crane#scarecrow#the scarecrow#arkhamverse#my writing#headcannons#fluff#angst#rjshepherd
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For Blue, Blue Skies-Part 4
Title: For Blue, Blue Skies
Pairings: Steve x tony
Part: 4/5
Warnings: swearing, bullying, abuse (physical and verbal), blood, angst, fluff.
Summary: Steve was sure he’d aced his latest test in his forensics class but as it turns out, Professor Fury failed almost everyone. In order to get extra credit Steve and his friends join a program that Fury called The Avengers to deal with a bullying problem at the nearby high school. Hidden behind the glitz and glamour of his father’s money, most people can’t see that Tony Stark’s life is a nightmare. All Tony wants is to get out of this hellish school as quickly as possible and get as far away from his abusive father as soon as possible.
A/N: This took me like a thousand times to get write but i am finally happy with the result! Hope you enjoy!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Steve’s eyes widened and his stomach churned as the old man charged for him, his fist connecting with Steve’s face. It was the shock Steve needed to get his ass into gear as he stumbled back, pain radiated from his left cheek.
“Get out of here! Go!” Tony’s voice was raw, hoard and Steve inhaled sharply. He wasn’t going anywhere, not now, not seeing Tony like this. his cheek was throbbing but Steve couldn’t think about it right now, he had to figure out a plan and fast.
“I’m not going to fight an old man.” Steve growled, but that only antagonised the old guy even more. His eyes wild with rage and Steve’s mind racing for an answer, a solution.
“Old?” he snarled and moved to throw another punch, but Steve caught it, his nose scrunched up and lip curled as revulsion rolled through him.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” Steve snarled and risked a glance at Tony. His guard dropped as he took the younger boy in, face swollen and bloody, back covered in welts and he was gasping for breath. It felt like the whole world had slowed down as Steve glanced to Tony, crying and begging for Steve to get out of there.
“Go.” he whispered just as the old man landed a blow to Steve’s stomach and Steve doubled over, the wind knocked out of him.
“Get the fuck out of my house!” the man roared but Steve shook his head, shoving the man aside and began to make his way over to Tony. Tony began to shake his head, his eyes were wide and skin awfully pale, but Steve wouldn’t leave him here. Not like this. and then something sharp and hard came down on Steve’s back, a crack sounded in the air which was followed by Steve’s cry as he fell to the cold hard floor.
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Tony’s eyes widened as he saw Howard’s belt come down on Steve’s back, his father was so consumed by rage that he had whipped a stranger. But not just any stranger, Steve. Tony was aware that they were screwed now, there would be no containing Howard, he’d gone too far.
“Steve go!” Tony pleaded, why wouldn’t he just listen to Tony? Why was it so impossible for him to just leave, let Tony take this rage like he had done on so many other nights. Instead Steve clambered up to his feet, body flinching from the agony that definitely wracked through his body at the action.
“What are you going to do now?” Howard demanded and Tony’s eyes zeroed in on Steve’s hands which had curled themselves into fists.
“Nothin.” Steve shook his head, uncurling those fists and turning back to Tony. He took a step forward and Tony inhaled sharply as his father moved to follow. But then Steve spun, first connected with Howard’s face and Howard’s body crashed against the floor. Tony winced but the man wasn’t unconscious, though he was struggling to get back up onto his feet. But Tony didn’t get to study his father for long before Steve scooped his body up off of the floor and carried Tony outside bridal style, the cold air bit at Tony’s skin.
“It’s going to be alright Tony, I’ve got you now.” Steve whispered and Tony nodded, though he didn’t feel any better.
“Why did you come back? Tony whispered, though it came out more like a sob and Steve’s grip tightened on his body, pulling him in closer. The warmth from Steve’s chest spreading to his body, Tony could feel Steve’s racing heart on the side of his face.
“I was coming back for my jacket.” His voice was tight, strained and Tony inhaled sharply. Oh. Of course, he’d just come back for the jacket. Tony hated the stab of disappointment that filled up his entire being and he suddenly wished he could disappear. Why did he care so much about Steve? It was clear that Steve didn’t even like Tony, why would he have come back just for Tony? Tony was overcome with feelings of stupidity and wished his back wasn’t in so much pain that he was incapable of walking. Wished he could fly out of Steve’s arms and hide away for the rest of eternity. Wished that he didn’t find so much comfort and safety whilst he was being held up in Steve’s arms, wished he didn’t find those blue eyes so damn gorgeous. Wished that it wasn’t near freezing so Tony didn’t have to snuggle into Steve’s chest so he would die from hypothermia.
But alas, life could be a bitch sometimes.
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While Steve had know that Tony was skinny, he still hadn’t expected him to be so light. Insanely light, he practically weighed nothing. And Steve was grateful that Bucky had pushed him so hard at the gym so that this task wouldn’t seem so damn difficult. His back ached with each and every step Steve took his mind racing a million miles a minute. It was no surprise really, if that was the house that Tony had grown up in, he probably didn’t get to eat very much. Steve glanced back over his shoulder, fear and paranoia mixed and moulded together in his gut, putting Steve on edge.
“You alright?” Tony mumbled into his chest, his body shivering. Tony snuggled in deeper and once again Steve tightened his grip, not wanting to let go.
“Feeling kind of tired.” Tony mumbled and Steve nodded, stomach churning.
“You’ve got to stay awake alright, don’t fall asleep on me.”
“What do you want me to do?” Tony asked and Steve bit his lip, glancing down at Tony’s big and brown and warm eyes.
“Talk to me.” He raised a brow and nodded.
“What about?” Steve hadn’t actually thought that far ahead, and he was growing tired.
“Anything, tell me what your favourite colour is.”
“Red.” Tony said without hesitation and Steve chuckled.
“fair enough, hospital’s left here right?” Steve asked and Tony’s body stiffened in his arms.
“we can’t go to the hospital.” Tony told him and Steve rose a brow. What?
“Why the hell not?” he’d been walking around all afternoon and he could feel the blisters that had formed on the back of his feet.
“my dad has contacts there.” Tony mumbled, looking scared suddenly and Steve relaxed his face, letting his jaw go slack and erasing any momentary frustration.
“Alright then, I’ll take you back to my place.” Steve said and changed directions and Tony relaxed once more.
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“Do you want to take a break?” Tony asked after another ten minutes. Steve nodded but then shook his hand.
“We’ve gotta get you stitched up.” Steve murmured but Tony shrugged, starting to pull out of Steve’s arms.
“Two minutes isn’t going to make much of a difference.” So they sat down on a bus bench, both of them slumping together.
“Thank you, for saving me.” Tony whispered, his voice sounded so raspy and broken.
“I wasn’t going to leave you there.” Steve whispered back and Tony squeezed his eyes shut, trying to even out his breathing. No one had ever cared before, no one had ever been there before.
“What’s your favourite colour?” Tony asked, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder. Steve’s own head came to rest atop of Tony’s and they snuggled together for warmth.
“red or blue, maybe black. I can’t decide.” He admitted and Tony’s lips formed a faint smile.
“Do you think I really am so awful?” Tony whispered, terrified of Steve’s answer.
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Steve inhaled sharply, his heart breaking for the fractured boy beside him. Steve’s hand moved out without his brain’s permission and took hold of Tony’s.
“No. I was worried at first, but you’re not a bad person Tony.” He nodded and Steve half expected him to let go, but he held on, as if his life depended on it.
“thank you.” he whispered and Steve squeezed his hand.
“How long was that going on for?” Steve whispered into Tony’s hair, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for the answer.
“couple years.” Tony admitted and Steve inhaled sharply. Shit.
“I’m so sorry Tony.” But Tony just shook his head and pulled back, still holding onto Steve’s hand.
“don’t be, you’ve done more for me tonight than anyone had in my whole entire life.” And that might be the most devastating thing that Steve had ever heard. There was no way that his small and simplistic acts today had been the nicest thing that anyone had ever done for Tony. But the sincerity in Tony’s voice made Steve believe it. and to think that only a few hours ago Steve had thought Tony was a spoiled rich brat who didn’t give a damn about anything. About anyone.
“I’m sorry that I judged you so harshly when I first met you.” Those big soft brown eyes met Steve’s blue ones, how could anyone hurt Tony?
“We should get going before we get frostbite.” Tony said and Steve nodded, letting go of Tony’s hand so he could pick up his body and carry him.
“I can try and walk.” Tony whispered and Steve snorted.
“you’re funny.” He grumbled and besides, it wouldn’t be long before he made it back to the apartment. Tony just had to hold on for a little while longer. He could feel Tony’s body going slack in his arms and Steve’s heart began to race.
“Hey, stay with me.” Steve murmured and Tony’s eyes opened, he nodded once.
“Okay.” Steve could see his apartment building now, relief flooded his veins. Thank god. When Steve stepped inside of the lobby, it was mercifully warm and empty. They both groaned at the sudden heat and Steve made his way over to the elevator.
“I can stand.” Tony mumbled and Steve nodded, putting Tony down but wrapping his arm around Tony so he wouldn’t fall. The elevator doors opened as soon as Steve hit the button and they stepped inside, soon Steve could collapse down into his terrible couch.
“almost there.” Steve whispered and Tony nodded. The doors opened and together they stepped out into the empty hall, it was then that Steve realised his keys were in the jacket that was still all the way back at Tony’s house. Fuck. Praying that Bucky and Nat were home, Steve kicked the door with his foot. He banged a couple times then waited.
“About time!” Bucky swung open the door and then rose a brow when he saw them.
“Bucky?” Nat asked from behind.
“what the hell happened?” his eyes kept wildly looking back and forth between Steve and Tony, as if the answer could be found there.
“I promise that I’ll explain all of this later.” Steve said as he stormed passed, marching Tony all the way back to his room and onto the bed.
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The world was spinning and tilting and then Tony was aware that he was laying down on a bed. And the scent that filled his nose was so purely Steve that it made him dizzy.
“Slow down.” Tony whispered, but his voice was lost in a sea of shouting. Bucky and Nat were arguing with Steve, Tony couldn’t decipher what the fuss was all about, his head was just pounding. But then he was rolled onto his stomach, his thin shirt lifted and an ointment was being rubbed into the welts of his back. Tony arched his back and let out a scream as the sting radiated throughout him. The roars ripped out of his throat and his body writhed on the bed, hands clawed at the sheets in an attempt to escape.
“Stop!” he cried, curling into the mattress but the hands didn’t stop, more just joined to pin him down to the bed.
“It hurts, stop!” he sobbed, his face was now wet with tears as they streamed down his cheeks.
‘I know Tony, just breathe through it alright.” Steve’s soothing voice murmured and Tony began to grind his teeth together.
“This looks bad Steve, shouldn’t we call for an ambulance?” Bucky asked but the hands never faltered, never stopped.
“No, we can’t go to the hospital.” Steve said and Tony sobbed. Soon the hands pulled back, slipping off of him as if they’d never been there at all.
“Bucky and I will go get some pain killers from the pharmacy.” Natasha said before the sound of footsteps exited the room.
“Tony?” Steve asked softly and Tony slowly eased himself up until he was sitting. He cracked his eyes open to take in Steve’s warm and comforting face. But amongst all that warmth and comfort was fear.
“I’m so sorry.” Tony whispered as the realisation dawned upon him that he had brought Steve into his nightmarish mess.
“Hey, this is not your fault.” Steve said and Tony nodded, but it really was his fault. Steve took hold of Tony’s hand again and Tony’s heart fluttered in his chest. Steve moved so he was propped up against the headboard and then pulled Tony down so his head rested on Steve’s chest. Tony squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling deeply and was met with just the smell of Steve. And then Tony was crying, because his life had officially turned to shit.
-
At first all Tony did was cry, and then he would apologise. It was an hour before Natasha and Bucky came back, she handed Tony two tablets and a glass of water.
“I got the strongest ones I could, they’re going to make you drowsy though.” Tony had just nodded, taken the tablets and then Nat had slipped out of the room, not daring to utter another word. Steve’s back still throbbed and ached but he didn’t let out even the smallest whisper of complaints. Not after he’d gotten a proper look at Tony’s wounds, not when he knew Tony had suffered through Steve’s pain a thousand times over. it had killed a part of Steve, to rub the antiseptic ointment in while Tony had screamed. But Bucky had said words of encouragement and Steve had known he had to keep going.
“thank you, for taking care of me.” Tony mumbled, the words melding into one another.
“Of course.” Steve whispered, only starting to become aware of how much Tony would mean to him.
“do you feel any better?” Steve asked and Tony nodded at that.
“Yeah, the pain meds must be starting to kick in.” Steve relaxed. Good. He thought to himself as he studied Tony’s face. Tony’s eyes were closed, he looked so peaceful for once. Not a trace of the chaotic energy he seemed to have always carried with him.
“Good, I’m glad.” Steve admitted. Steve stayed perfectly still as a comfortable silence filled the room, and Steve just held Tony gently in his arms whilst Tony hung on for dear life.
“Please don’t leave me.” Tony whispered into the dimly lit room and Steve squeezed his eyes shut. as if he could ever go anywhere now. as if Steve could ever let go of Tony Stark.
“I’m not going anywhere Tony.” Steve promised as Tony’s body went limp in his arms. The other boy began to snore ever so softly and Steve’s whole body relaxed with each little exhale.
-
When Tony woke up, he was still being held in Steve’s arms. He was safe and his back actually felt better. Still painful but at least it was bearable now. sunlight was streaming in through the windows of Steve’s bedroom, revealing just how simple Steve’s room was. Steve’s jaw was slack and open, his head tilted to the side. His body was still propped up against the headboard, leaning rather than laying and a wave of guilt washed through Tony. What had he done to deserve Steve’s help? How would he ever repay Steve for this? Tony was aware that he literally owed Steve his life, and he had no idea as to how he would repay that debt.
“You’re staring.” The words barely passed through Steve’s lips but Tony’s entire body tensed up.
“sorry.” He mumbled and Steve chuckled, his whole body moved with the little laugh.
“good morning.” Steve mumbled and Tony couldn’t stop the small smile that formed on his lips.
“Good morning.” He’d woken up in Steve’s bed, in Steve’s arms. And for half a moment, Tony let himself consider what life would be like if he and Steve were together. What life would be like if he could do this every day. But he didn’t let the thought go much further, thoughts like that would only break his heart.
“feeling better?” Tony nodded, not wanting to move from the warmth of Steve and his bed but knowing he would have to soon.
“Yes I am actually, thank you.” Steve nodded and then he started to sit up. Tony backed away but Steve’s hand reached out, fingers grabbing onto Tony’s.
“good.” Steve’s blue eyes met Tony’s and he inhaled sharply.
“and you?” Tony asked and the corner of Steve’s mouth twitched upwards.
“Good.” He said and Tony nodded, not daring break the eye contact. They really were the prettiest blue eyes that Tony had ever seen in his entire life, they were unbelievably blue. His brain short circuiting by the fact that his skin was touching Steve, they were holding hands.
“Good.” Tony echoed, his mind racing with a thousand other things he could say, but unsure of what was the right thing to say first.
“Are you hungry?” Steve asked and Tony’s stomach growled in answer. At that, Steve tipped his head back and let out a laugh.
“No?” Tony said and Steve raised a brow, amusement lit up his eyes and it tugged at Tony’s heartstrings. Why was Steve so nice?
“your stomach says otherwise. I’ll make you some soup.” Tony shook his head in protest, his heart pounded at the mere thought.
“it’s fine Steve, save your own food for you.” Steve just rolled his eyes and pulled away, exiting the room and leaving Tony alone.
-
Steve heated up the chicken and vegetable soup and put some bread in the toaster. His mother had always made him this whenever he was sick, but did Tony’s injury equal sick? Was Steve trying too hard? All he’d known when he woke up was that he could feel Tony watching him and that he hadn’t wanted to ever let go of Tony’s body. Had wanted to stay in bed, with Tony in his arms for the rest of his life. And that was only mildly terrifying since Steve barely even knew Tony. But maybe going through what they had done last night had changed something. Had brought them together. As soon as the bread had turned into toast, Steve put on heaps of butter and cut it up into thin strips. He put the soup in a bowl and set it down on the counter.
“Tony?” he murmured, entering his room and finding Tony surveying his back in Steve’s mirror.
“it looks better.” He mumbled, blushing slightly and Steve nodded, his stomach twisted into knots.
“yeah it does. Your soup is ready.” Tony nodded and followed Steve to the kitchen. Steve sat him down on the couch, grabbed some fluffy blankets and wrapped Tony up into them. He then handed Tony his soup and Tony just stared at it.
“Who knew you were such a mother hen?” Tony asked, a smirk was splayed on his lips and Steve just rolled his eyes.
“just eat your soup.” Steve grumbled and Tony laughed, it put Steve’s mind at ease just hearing the sound. He’s okay now. Steve told himself and was startled by how much comfort that brought him. He was most definitely in some deep shit then, if he was so worried about Tony’s wellbeing.
“No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.” Tony admitted as Steve sat down on the couch next to him, turning on the tv. Steve looked over and studied Tony as he ate his soup, his heart breaking at the thought. He had to get Tony out of that house, away from that bastard of a father. Steve would protect Tony, no matter the cost.
#stony#stony fic#Steve Rogers#tony stark#Bucky Barnes#bruce banner#howard stark#high school au#au#for blue blue skies fic#Avengers#The Avengers#avengers fic#avengers fluff#avengers angst#stony angst#Iron Man#captain america#stony fluff
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Season 3, Episode 1 or so help me god... Also available on AO3.
Finally // beautiful stranger
He sort of thought she’d maybe... say something, after everything. He’d walked home that night a bundle of uncertainty and self-doubt, but for the first time, he actually felt a bit hopeful. He and Maeve couldn’t seem to stop missing one another, and he was damn near determined that this time, it’d be different.
But then the weekend came and went, and he hadn’t heard from her once, and he found himself growing more self-conscious by the second. Had he been too late? Did he miss his chance for real this time? Was she really... over him?
He nearly races to school come Monday morning, a ball of nerves and pent up energy. He tries being happy for Eric as he recounts endless details about his weekend with Adam, really he does, but all he could think is whether Maeve had truly heard his confession of love and felt... nothing. That might just be the thing to do him in for good.
It takes him a few laps through the school but he finally finds her in the library, a book perched on her lap and her thumbnail between her teeth. He nearly loses his nerve, can’t help but stare at her like this for a moment - unguarded, serene - but then he reminds himself that he’s done being an asshole, damnit, and pushes forward.
“Um, Maeve?” Fucking loser. Man up.
He sees her jaw clench, her teeth biting the inside of her cheek, her eyes shut briefly before she flips a page. He hates that he elicits that response from her now. “Studying, dickhead.”
He watches her swallow and her eyes seem to be going over the same line over and over.
He clenches his hands at his side. “Can we talk?” He unclenches his fists, stretches them in the silence. “Please.”
She’s so good at masking her emotions, but he catches a slight hitch as she clears her throat, shuts her book with a definitive thud and stands abruptly. She meets his eyes, cool and steady, and he feels himself shrink under the weight of her gaze. “I’ve got to get to class.”
She pushes past him then, out the door, and for a moment he considers letting her go. Surely she deserves better than him, better than the hurt he’s caused her. But then he spies her jacket left dangling over the couch and his body is moving without his consent.
“Look I know I said some stupid things but I really think we ought to talk it out so I could tell you how sorry I am,” he pleads, her jacket draped across his arm as he strides behind her.
She speeds up, forcing him to trail after her. “Not much to talk about then, is there? You’re sorry, so that’s it. We’re good then.” She bites the corner of her thumb, refusing to turn and face him as she weaves through the halls.
“Well I just thought...” He stops short. What did he think, really? “I hadn’t heard from you this weekend,” he mutters instead.
She stops in front of her locker, flicks her eyes to his briefly, searching. He lamely extends her jacket to her and she snags it from him a touch too harsh. “Yeah well. I’ve been busy. Not everything is about you, you know.”
He buries his hands deep in his jacket pockets. He’s a little ashamed it’s taken him this long to congratulate her. “Yeah, no, of course. Sorry. Congratulations, by the way. I saw you on TV.”
The corner of her mouth turns up in the barest hint of a smile, but she ignores his attempt to meet her eyes and reaches for her Maths book. “Right. Well it wasn’t just me.”
“You should be proud of yourself, Maeve. They couldn’t have done it without you.”
If he’s thawing her at all, she won’t let on. She bites her bottom lip anxiously and slams her locker in a hurry, but he presses on, hands extending then retracting back to his pockets.
“And I just thought we could clear the air, you know. Be friends again?... I’d really like to be your friend again, Maeve. At least.” He shakes his head. This isn’t going well. “I’ve let you down and I know that. And I understand if you didn’t lis-“
“Otis.” She interrupts him, exhaling his name almost as if she’s got no energy left. He sucks in a breath and looks at her. Sees the hurt swimming in her eyes. “Forget it, okay? We’ve tried being friends but all we do is hurt one another.” She wraps her arms tight around herself, her eyes boring holes into her shoes. “I’ve got enough people in my life to hurt me. I don’t need another.”
She meets his eyes then and he couldn’t save this if he tried. He opens his mouth anyway - foolishly - but whatever he intended to say is drowned out by the class bell.
Her eyes flicker to his once more - pleading him to fight back? Maybe, but she’s pushed past him and out of sight before he can find the words.
...
She’s basically a ghost for the rest of the week, slipping through the halls in silence and keeping her eyes to the ground. She‘s forgotten how easy it was to go unnoticed in this school, and she both loves and hates how easily she slips back into it. Fleetingly she thinks that she hasn’t seen Otis once, even from the corner of her eye, and it’s not like she cares or anything - she hardly noticed, really, fuck off - but the clinic has been almost nonexistent and she’s got rent due Monday and this spat between them is really fucking with her source of income.
By Friday she’s said maybe ten words total to another human being (three of which being “Piss off, Isaac” when the wanker insisted on perching himself at her doorstep after she refused to answer his calls), but she found herself somewhat comforted by still having people around her. The fact is she hates the idea of going home to an empty trailer almost as much as she doesn’t want to be at school, so she sucks it up and makes plans to ask Aimee if they can walk home together. Thinks maybe she can spend the night there if she asks, too. God, she hates asking for things.
It’s not just Otis she’s avoiding. It’s everything. Her mom, her shitty fucking luck, the reality that of all the Quizheads, she’s least likely to get a full ride scholarship to Uni even though that’s the only way she can realistically afford to go. She knows she‘s destined for more than a shit job at the mall and a double wide with no heat, but she’s certain she was born in the wrong dimension, because in this one life is determined to fuck her over.
Her mind is a tangle of self-doubt but she’s trying her fucking damnedest to silence it all as she waits for Aimee by the school’s entrance, perched against a tree and attempting to focus on Silas Marner - she finds it far superior and the more relatable of George Eliot’s works, no wonder it took her so long to finish Middlemarch - but she’s been standing here for over an hour and Aimee is nowhere to be found. In fact, the front lawn is basically empty aside from a couple stoners and some horny couple grinding on a bench in the corner. She checks her phone, shoots a text to Aimee, waits five minutes for the three dots to pop up and when the message comes through, she feels her heart fall to her feet.
Steve wants to try hugging. Raincheck?
The sun is setting as she walks home alone, a crisp in the air that wasn’t there last week, and she’s trying to match her steps to her heartbeats but it’s proving harder than she’d like. Who says her breathing’s more ragged than usual? Sod off.
She wishes she hadn’t lent Erin her headphones - she’ll never see those again either - because she could really use something right now to drown out her racing thoughts. She focuses instead on the faded crescent moon rising in the sky, and by the time she walks onto the lot the sky is dark and the only thing she wants is to curl into a ball in her bed and not leave until Monday morning.
She sees the bag from far away, hanging from the door handle of her trailer. She looks left and right on impulse, wonders if it was Isaac before she feels certain it wasn’t. If her steps quicken, she’ll never admit to it.
She snags the bag quickly and slams the door behind her, fingers itching to find out what’s inside. Her hand wraps around a binder and she pulls it out slowly, suddenly nervous. A note flutters out with it and falls to her feet, and her jaw clenches as she recognizes the familiar scrawl.
You deserve better than all of us.
She stares at the message a moment more because she collapses into a seat at the table, binder spread out before her. She opens the first page and her throat tickles with the emotion of it all.
It’s a collection of paperwork, brochures and articles and informational pamphlets. Schools she mentioned, universities she’s named in passing conversations when she thought they were just killing time before his next session. He compiled them all by the areas of study she might be most interested, and she smirks despite herself that each school is color coded. He’d always busted her for organizing the clinic schedule like that. He’s even taken the time to highlight new places she hasn’t considered, places that offer creative writing programs and financial scholarships for independents.
She feels the smile on her lips but it’s like her brain catches up, stunned for a moment by the gesture, and she’s suddenly furious.
Who does he think he is? He doesn’t know what she needs, what she wants, what’s best for her. All he’s done since he came into her life was cause her pain, and now he’s trying to be some fucking savior for her? She snags a sweater strewn over the couch and is out the door before she even knows where she’s going. All she knows is that he doesn’t get to make some grand gesture and have her forgive him. It’s bullshit. She’s going to storm over there and tell him exactly where he can shove his fucking charity. He’s -
-standing in the middle of the bridge. Waiting for her.
Her breath catches in her throat and she absently notes that he looks terrified. There are so many things she wants to spit at him but for some reason she can’t find words just yet. He shocks her by speaking first.
“I didn’t want you to have to come all the way to me again,” he shrugs, the corner of his lip curling up just slightly.
She crosses her arms quickly, petulant as a child as she scoffs at him. But despite herself, she feels lighter standing before him. Damn it all to hell. “How’d you know I’d even come to you?” She’s trying for offhanded but knows she doesn’t manage it.
He scratches his ear and looks to his shoes. “I didn’t?” He has the decency to sound sheepish. “I figured I’d give it an hour or so and see if you called maybe.”
“Oh, only an hour then?” She deadpans. She gets way too much satisfaction from his rosy cheeks.
He cocks his head just so, offering her a half smile. “Maybe two,” he relents.
She feels her mouth pulling into a grin but she bites the inside of her cheek before it erupts. Instead she nods once and wrings her hands together by her chest. The silence sits between them and it’s colder out here than it was an hour ago.
“I’m sorry,” she hears him breath, and he must realize how quiet he said it because he clears his throat and meets her eyes. “I’m really sorry.” Louder this time, more conviction.
She can see the sincerity in his eyes and he always did know how to get to her. She nods this time, her mouth twisting in a wry smirk. “Yeah you should be,” she jokes, but it doesn’t feel much like a joke once it’s out of her mouth, and she feels the frustration seep back in. “You know, you can’t go around trying to manipulate me by doing something nice. Doesn’t work like that. You’re not charming, you know.”
Otis blinks. “Is that what you were coming to tell me?”
“What?”
“You were headed to my house, weren’t you? Was that what you were going to say?”
Her eyes widen, indignant, and the anger mounts. “Yes,” she demands. “You can’t just hurt me and expect it to all be okay just like that. It’s not. I trusted you, Otis, and you let me down. Everyone else is shit but I never thought you’d...” her voice catches and a small sob fills her chest but she won’t let it out. Refuses. Instead she stops, catching her breath and turning her head to the side as angry tears threaten to pour over. She digs a nail into her palm to stop them. She won’t let him do this to her again.
He takes a tentative step forward and reaches out for her slightly, and she finds great satisfaction when he retracts his hand, until she follows his gaze and realizes he must notice that she’s wearing his sweater. Shit.
It seems to embolden him though and he looks to her again. “I know, and Maeve, I know I hurt you and I was a dickhead -“
“Massive dickhead,” she elaborates.
“But I don’t think it’s all my fault.” He finishes.
She’s certain she heard him wrong.
“Excuse me?” She gapes, incredulous.
“We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for months,” Otis argues, arms up for emphasis. “All year, really. And then Jackson -
“Are you seriously turning this around on me?” She can’t believe him.
“No but -
“‘Cause it sounds like you are -“
“I’m not!” He insists. “It’s just that...you’re you! And I’m ME and, and we were friends. Such good friends, Maeve, and then you... And it just made me so angry that you didn’t tell me you liked me until things with Ola.... it’s just... I had no idea someone like you could have possibly liked someone like me.”
Her nostrils flare with her anger and she’s trying not to strangle him right this instant. She’s not sure if it’s because he doubted her or that he’s so fucking sure he’s right (and so what if he is a little?) “Right well it’s probably for the best you didn’t know. I’m the most selfish person you know, after all.”
He sighs loudly. “Maeve, of course I didn’t mean that.“
“It sounded like you did,” she quips.
“I was so drunk. I ate a whole roast chicken that night! And I was confused and I was trying to hurt you like I was hurting when of course you didn’t deserve it.”
He’s got her there.
She sniffles and crosses her arms, choosing to count the railings on the bridge rather than meet his eyes.
He sighs and reaches toward her, palms open. “I know I can’t take back what I did. And I know things are still broken between us. But... I like you, Maeve. I really, really like you.”
She looks up then, against her own will honestly, but he’s got his eyes closed. Either because he can’t look at her either or he’s mustering up the courage, she can’t be sure.
He rubs a hand over his face and chuckles ironically. “Hell I think I even love you. You’re brave and you’re resilient and you’re honest and you’re good. Life should have taken you out dozens of times already but you never let it. You’re too good for every fucking one of us and we just keep letting you down over and over. But I want to be there for you. I want to be the one you turn to. I don’t want you to feel alone or scared or hurt. And I hate that I’ve already done all those things but if you let me, if you give me a chance, I promise I won’t hurt you again. And I know, I know so many people have said that to you before, but I’m going to prove it. You don’t have to believe me, but let me prove it to you. Please. I -“
She’s not sure at what point in his speech her arms drop to her sides, when her brow smooths and her gaze softens and her lip drops just slightly. She feels the heat pool in her chest, warm and bubbling and even a little uncomfortable, blooming its way up her neck to her cheeks and face. And in her haze she really can’t remember when she steps forward and brings her mouth to his, soft but hard all at once, but she knows when she does that she’s never quite had a kiss like this in her life.
That is, because he doesn’t quite kiss her back.
Her lips are tingling but his body is like a statue before her, and she’s sure he’s unconscious but she can feel his heart thrumming beneath her hands atop his chest, and has she killed him? She pulls back slightly, exhaling a harsh breath, not daring to meet his eyes but seemingly incapable of putting more than an inch of distance between them. The barrier’s been broken now and she finds she’s never been warmer in her whole life. She’s about to say something, anything really, when his hands come up to cup her cheeks, coaxing her to look him in the eyes. Nerves grasp her now - it was so impulsive, she didn’t give it a second of thought before - but she has no time for them. She hears him swallow just as he pinches her chin and brings her mouth to his once more, and this is what their first kiss should have been. His lips are tender on hers and she wants to be closer to him all at once, so she wraps her arms around his waist and opens her mouth, feeling his breath on her tongue before his follows along. She was sure he’d be timid but it’s like his body is reacting all on its own, and she can’t help herself. Her lips curl into a smile against his mouth, and she nearly melts into a puddle when his thumb comes to the corner of her lip, the pad of his finger tracing the outline of her smile.
When they properly pull back for a breath, she can feel his eyes on her, blue crystals boring into her soul, and for the life of her she has no idea why she meets his gaze. She wants to look away but somehow she can’t, and he’s smiling at her and by God if she’s not absolutely fucking in love with this dickhead.
“You kissed me.” He tucks her hair behind her ear as he says it and she hates him even more. Her life will never be just hers again.
She licks her lips. “Tell anyone about this and I’ll bite your dick off. Okay mouth breather?” There isn’t the slightest trace of malice in her voice. It’s barely above a whisper.
Otis nods once, brow creased in mock seriousness. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I’m still angry at you,” she murmurs, eyes fixated on his bottom lip as she grips the ends of his shirt tighter.
He swallows hard and nods. “I know. I’m still angry with me too.”
She wants to keep the banter going but she’s got no fight in her, just butterflies wrecking havoc on her stomach and fire in her cheeks. She can’t stop staring at his lips - it’s like he’s cast a spell on her or something - and then she remembers she can do it again if she wants. This is going to be a real problem, she can tell. She’s on her tiptoes when he seems to remember the same thing, and he’s wearing the goofiest smile when he brings her face to his and leans down to kiss her again.
(It might take him a few hours to calm her down after he tells her about the missing voicemail - she could fucking murder Isaac - but he quickly finds exactly how to shut her up. If they don’t sleep that night, it’s entirely his fault.)
...
Note: this was shit but I wrote it in the notes on my phone because please let them be together next season PLEASE. It’s my first tumbler post too so sorry the format is weird as shit.
#fanfic#otis and maeve#sex education#otis x maeve#otis milburn#maeve wiley#emma mackey#sex ed s2#sex ed netflix#asa butterfield
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4l1pL3ATN0
Let’s break down Vexed’s Weiss video, shall we?
“You know how i feel about Weiss, she’s my favorite character.”
Vexed, what does that even mean? Considering how invested you are at this point in the show’s failure, I don’t know if “favorite character” means “character I like” or “My go to shield to deflect accusations that I hate the show.”
“Weiss worked because they had a plan for her-”
They also had a plan for Blake and you proclaim her as the worst so clearly that doesn’t mean anything.
“Weiss could have been selfless and traveled with Qrow and Maria to hand over the relic-”
*slams down a huge stack of papers*
1. Cordovon SPECIFICALLY said WEISS could come home. She never said anyone else could come as well. And considering her attitude, there is a good reason to assume she WOULDN’T let anyone else with her.
2. Weiss coming home would likely result in the Relic landing in Jacques’ hands. Even if we didn’t know already that Watts was going to meet with Jacques (which would end with him getting the Relic), Jacques is shown to be self serving and pretty damn weak. Meaning if someone threatened his life for the relic (say, a psychotic scorpion Fanaus?), he’d probably hand it over. And Weiss would logically have no way of stopping this. After all, she escaped in part thanks to her weapon (which Jacques would take from her) and Klein (fired). If either DID happen, you’d screech ‘Stupid for the sake of the plot!’
3. There is no way for anyone to sneak with her. You can’t hide anyone away in the ships for that long, they can’t take Qrow because why would Cordovon let Weiss take back a suspicious bird and she’d be powerless on her own.
4. You screeched for two years that spiliting up the main cast was a terrible idea and now you demand that they should have done just that? Way to flip flop.
5. You’d bitch about the others letting her go as ‘letting their friend be kidnapped and shipped back to her abusive household.’ You already twist so much to benefit your agenda so I know this for certain.
This shit was pointed out a year ago. Get with the program.
“Why didn’t Weiss go back?”
*jabs above* In your own words: it’d be ‘stupid for the sake of the plot.’
“Let’s play a quick game-”
Yes lets.
“5 seconds to answer: Why did Weiss escape to Mistral?”
Because she was being coped up in a room by her father, thought her sister was in Mistral and escaped to go find her..and she didn’t know where Team RWBY was and the source of her escaping was Jacques’ abuse.
That took me a nanosecond. It took you several months to ask it. Speed up.
“If you answered: ‘to escape her father’ You are wrong. If you said “To meet up with team RWBY, you are wrong. She did it to find Winter-”
Yeah huh, smug asshole?
Mind sating WHY she went to find Winter?
... No? Strange. One would think explaining a character’s actions would be your priority here to show it doesn’t make sense.
Oh right. You didn’t explain because the explanation was exactly what I said: She didn’t know were Team RWBY was and she was escaping her father. Both of which DO NOT APPLY in this situation. Gee, it’s almost like context and truth is your fucking Kryptonite.
“Why didn’t she offer to take the relic to Ironwood?”
Because it’s stupid, forces her back into the same situation she was in before and goes against the thing you screeched for years about.
“Weiss thinks she’ll be taken back to her-”
She KNOWS she’ll be taken back to her father. Cordovon specifically said “I’ll take you HOME”. You played the fucking clip were she said that Vexed, is your short term memory shot?
No wait, he had to write out the script, record the audio, find the clip and download it, edit this all together and post it. AT least because I would assume he would do the bare minimum of research to make sure he wasn't spouting shit. So either he is so assured that he’s right he didn’t even pay attention to this VERY OBVIOUS detail or he’s relying on the audience’s negative perception of RWBY to cover his tracks. This is why I do not accept the idea of Vexed Viewer making mistakes like this: he spends weeks making these videos. I can catch myself making stupid claims with posts that take an hour to type up. Clearly he should know better.
“Oh wait, they didn’t take her back to Ironwood-”
Which is noted by the characters to be something unusual and unexpected. So to present this as a rebuttal to Weiss not wanting to go back to Atlas is to expect the characters to know the plot and script instead acting on known information (like, you know, human beings?).
“Oh look at all these times Jacques should have been able to be taken back to her father because you claim she’s a minor!”
No one has ever argued that Vexed. As I have shown, she KNEW she would be handed over back to her father because that was the offer CORDOVON GAVE HER.
This is blatant strawmanning to avoid the fact that the actual argument against you can’t be denied. And since you refuse to not bitch like a self entitled brat, you won’t admit you were wrong.
“There is no downside to Weiss return-”
“Cordovin: (sighs) If Miss Schnee has truly come to her senses and wishes to return to her family, then, of course, the Atlas military will escort her home. But the kingdom will not be responsible for her "friends" of... questionable character. (glances at Blake specifically upon saying her last statement) “
Reminder we have just passed the five minute mark. Of a twenty two minute video. And Vexed has made, being abnormally generous to an unwarrented degree, two demonstrably false to the point of lying arguments.
Starting to realize the sheer volume of his failures?
“I had to believe that a protector of the world would rather be with her friends than save the world”
*glares up at everything said previously*
No, you WANTED to believe that. You CHOOSE to believe that. You ACCEPTED it over far more rational, simple and according to you, convenient explanations.
Unless of course, you’re looking for anything and everything to bitch about in RWBY and this is your confirmation bias.
“The writers decided for Weiss to be annoying in Volume 6′s Brunswick part.”
Oh? So these parts should be so bad that they override your supposed ‘favorite character’ right? You aren’t just bitching and completely contradicting that criticism shield your dredged up right?
“Weiss screams loudly and starts hyper ventilating-”
Funny thing is he uses Keiven from Home Alone putting on after shave to say Weiss Screamed louder...even though they sound about the same (Weiss just has a higher pitch from being a woman) and Keiven screamed longer.
Not to mention that in the original scene, it was being played like a horror scene. Same music, same angles, same pacing: it’s to sell how disturbing and unsettling the sight of these bodies are. Of course, if you were just going off memory and Vexed’s footage, you wouldn’t know that.
“Weiss is a trained warrior and fought at the Fall of Beacon were people were dying left and right-”
A. Weiss isn’t fully trained yet. She was a first year at Beacon and had two more years at least.
B. Huntsmen are not warriors. Their training is not built to break them like a soldier or warrior. Not to mention Weiss grew up in a relatively peaceful time so it’s not like death was a close up constant like this (unless you count the WF which is different.)
C. Number of times Weiss has seen a dead body on screen before now? ... Zero? Hm, guess Vexed ‘convienently’ forgot that.
D. Any off-screen deaths Weiss would have seen at the Fall of Beacon you would have bitched about as not being shown. You bitch about stuff on a lower level (he’s bitched about the phrase ‘Oh God’ before) so there’s a perecedent for this/
And E. These bodies are in a different situation than any in the Fall of Beacon. Those are freshly killed bodies on a battlefield. Weiss would be expecting those. These are mummified bodies in a civilian setting, with the killer nowhere in site and out of nowhere. No shit she’d be shocked: Yang (someone who lost an arm) is also acting the same and Qrow (a seasoned warrior who actually DOES fit your description) is shocked too.
Once again though, this stuff wouldn’t come up in your mind because Vexed doesn’t acknowledge it or consider it. Thus you’re being guided away from these issues.
Starting to see how sneaky Vexed is?
“Weiss is being dumb and could break through the cellar door!”
Once again, he’s being sneaky, splicing this next to the body discovery point, trying to make them seem like similar situation...even though the moment he is talking about is them running from the Apathy. Grimm that have been shown to be immune to regular weaponry. AND is making them sluggish AND is advancing on them. She’s panicked and all the shit Vexed is pointing to takes time and concentration: stuff their situation is ROBBED of. And yet again, you wouldn’t know that because Vexed NEVER GIVES CONTEXT HERE. Only after this is stated.
“I know you guys are saying in the comments-”
Just another strawman. Vexed is pretending to addressing points by making up weaker ones. Even then, his bullshit counterargument “The Apathy drain your will, not make you a damsel in distress” kills his OWN argument as a lack of will would cause Weiss to lose concentration and fail.
For Vexed’s argument to work, Weiss would have to either not be panicking (stupid and unrealistic) or ignore her own powers’ limitations (bad writing).
“Thank God Yang was down there-”
Ruby had just disintergrated the Grimm. They were given a reprieve. Once again, Vexed doesn’t show this.
“You can’t have her be fearless now-”
She’s neither trapped nor panicking nor being affected by the Apathy. The fear bullshit is on you.
“*Vexed cringes*”
Oh look, that thing I was doing about ten minutes ago. Catch up Vexed- Oh wait, you’re too busy gutting your own eyeballs.
“We don't see Weiss in Atlas-”
Gee, not like we have to set up the Ace Ops, set up Ironwood, Winter and Penny again, set up Watts and Tyrian’s threat, set up Robyn, work through all of this and much more and end it all. It’s almost like that’s fucking SECONDARY to telling the story and as you showed, Weiss already has moments in Volume 7.
So I guess Vexed is basically saying “Volumes 4 and 5 weren’t THAT bad” since he’s been begging the CRWBY to go back and overstuff the Volumes AGAIN.
Next part has him actually praising the moment between Weiss and her mom. Sounds good right? It would...if it actually matched Vexed’s standards.
How many times has he ignored things like distance, positioning and the such in things like the Adam Vs. Yang and Blake fight just to push his bullshit through to the audience? Just how many moments that would qualify for, in his own words ‘well written, well directed moments’ just so he can prove a point?
At the very least before, I could give a bare minimum level of respect for Vexed for sticking by his principles, as stupid as they are. But no, he just praises a scene because he likes what happened in it even though stuff of similar quality he overlooked or bashed.
“Weiss just gets handed her proof about her dad and doesn’t have to do anything!”
Except endure being shot at by her mother and there’s nothing that's been shown before that could be used as proof besides this. What do you want, proof to magically appear in Jacques’ office? To have Weiss gain fingerprint scanning tech despite never showing that before? To have Jacques be excepetionally dumb? At least we get something respectable out of Weiss’ mother here and it isn’t a huge leap in logic like the others.
“I’d have more of a problem if this scene wasn’t so good and I’d have less of a problem if this made sense for Willow. It doesn’t but this isn’t her video-”
No no no no no.
No.
After all the tangents and bullshit you’ve pulled in other videos AND THIS VIDEO, you denying proof for something you call ‘a point of contention’ is pretty fucking rich of you. Just because you like a scene doesn’t mean you can just ignore the problems with it, same with the inverse too. How is this any better than a Yang fanboy ignoring issues with scenes involving Yang because they like it?
Literally all you had left was your own daman principles, Vexed. Now you’re burning them.
“One thing the writers have made very clear is Weiss really enjoys dunking on her father-”
Using her ignoring her father’s call in Volume 3, her breakdown at the Atlas Elite and her talk back to Jacques in Volume 4? One of which is not ‘dunking’ (or extreme humiliation) and the other is only partially about her father and mostly about how detached the elite of Atlas are.
“-SO I shouldn’t be surpised she came in like a-”
Not even gonna let you finish that shitty reference. That was just unnecessary and not even funny. It feels more like a combination of a Family Guy cutaway for it’s abruptness and a fanboy cheering for it’s framing.
“The Jacques being taken down scene was bad because it was matter of fact and silly instead of emotionally driven-”
Vexed, the issues Weiss has with Jacques is rooted in his abuse of her and her family, his entitlement to the family business and his business practices harming her family name. This takedown has nothing to do with any of these. She is not confronting him about the damage he has done to her and her family nor the damage he has done in his pursuit of growing the business. She is confronting him about the election fraud, a story point.
No shit this isn’t emotional- Weiss’ emotional ties here are SHALLOW. It would ring hollow to the audience for her to make this emotional because she has no emotional attachment to the actions he performed. All she would have is it being her dad, which isn’t enough.
Then again, from the perspective of a Weiss fanboy, this would look bad because that moment you’ve been writing in your head didn’t happen. I should know.
“*Vexed bitches about a joke about Weiss not knowing if she can arrest Weiss because ‘hur dur book smart!’*”
She’s not an officer, she’s a Huntress. I don’t think they can actually arrest people.
“This should have been between father and daughter in an epic moment-”
*rolls eyes*
Vexed, look at this scene. Look at all the other shit happening here. Then remember the people dying to the cold in Mantle.
What makes you THINK it was meant to be that way? Hell, what makes you think that would be a GOOD IDEA?
.. Yeah, that’s what I thought.
“I wanted to see the sister dynamic that has been missing from RUby and Yang-”
You had your chance in Volume 6. You ignored for Bumbleby bashing. You don’t get a say.
“Hur dur, characters ssay things we know already!”
Gee, it’s almost like Weiss and Winter talking about this was to restablish were they were because a certain group of people made it certain that they needed everything spoonfed to them or else they throw a tantrum.
“Ironwood done nothin’ wrong!”
There’s Vexed’s pandering again.
The man made no attempt to talk anything through until he was forced to with Mantle. He lied to Team RWBY about Amity and made them operate under false information. And I have made the fuck ups in Ironwood’s plan in Episode 11 VERY clear.
Stop pandering to the RWBY hate crowd and have some fucking principles.
“Oh, Weiss lied to Ironwood! How hypocritical”
*holds up a piece of paper saying ‘That’s the point’*
“Why would it bother Winter that she’s chosen as the Winter Maiden? ANd why does she say that she wasn’t given a choice when she said she was ‘proposed’?”
gee, wasn’t it you guys who claimed Ozpin proposing to Pyrrha wasn’t giving her an actual choice? Hm, I guess things change...when they benefit you.
“Wow, Weiss is so bad for not telling Winter about the Relic!-”
COnversation wasn’t about that and it wouldn’t come up, nor is it a particularly serious thing. But nice try Vexed.
“Weiss runs away because she pains to carve out her-”
Wait a minute, didn’t you say that Weiss was going to Msitral to find Winter? Hmmm, awfully inconsistent of you vexed. Almost you lie constantly for your own benefit.
“HOW MANY TIMES WILL YOU TALK ABOUT FINDING YOUR OWN WAY?!”
Gee, didn’t know that, by your own admission, three times in four Volumes was SOOO awful.
“This is how they treated their relationship?”
As a narrative tool to emphasize a theme of the Volume? Good on them.
“You know, everyone still thinks Weiss is this pampered heiress-”
One guy said that. In the entire Volume. About self reliance and finding your own path.
“Weiss never said a word to Robyn and didn’t support her-”
You know Vexed, what’s the difference between you and a whiny Bumbleby shipper bitching about them not kissing yet? You sound so entitled and so whiny about you not getting your way. Your arguments are breaking down into disjointed bitching, just like an entitled brat.
It’s fucking pathetic.
“Maybe she’ll try her luck doging the coronavirus at RTX! Maybe she was too busy watching Gen:LOCK.”
Aw, what’s wrong? baby didn’t get his undeserved baba?
I can’t believe how much has changed Vexed. You’ve pretty much outed yourself as an entitled fan perpetually whining about the show not being the way you want it. You have no respect earned. You have no principles. You have no standards. You don’t even have an end goal: all you have is your whims.
Pathetic.
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A Tale of Two Soldiers- Part 2
Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers- Part 2
Pairing: Bucky x black!reader, Erik x black!reader
Summary: Erik attends the readers birthday party.
Word Count: 5150
Warnings: SMUT (18+), cussing, Erik being Erik
Read Part 1 here.
A/N: This is my first MCU fic and Erik fic. Please don’t hate me if its trash lol! There will definitely be multiple parts. This is set after Black Panther but before Infinity War. Please reblog if you really like it!
A/N: Sorry this is so long, but I had so many ideas for this part and I didn’t want to break it up in mini-parts.
Your birthday party was in full swing. The dj was playing a mix of 80s to current music, the food smelled delicious, and you were surrounded by family and friends. The only thing that was missing were your friends on the run: Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky.
Your outfit was a simple, black maxi dress with black wedges, and a gold hoop earrings, which unfortunately matched Erik’s which was, a black t-shirt with black adidas joggers and his gold canine grill, which caused your family to believe you were a couple as soon as you stepped out.
“Girl, you sure he ain’t your man,” your oldest sister, Jemilah wondered as she pointed her cup to Erik while he was talking to your brothers and brothers-in-laws.
“Yes heifer! I’m sure that he’s not my man. Why you asking that stupid ass question?”
Casey, the second youngest interjected, “Because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since the party started.”
“Well, you need to tell him that, because the way he looking at you telling me he in love and he gon be breaking your back tonight,” Jemilah claimed.
You just told your sisters that Erik was just watching out for you, because he knew you could get a little buck wild when you drank and he didn’t want you to act a fool in front of your family. Soon, they dropped the topic to start gossiping about some of the party goers and you were thankful the attention was off of you for a while. However, your respite was short live, because your mom was strutting towards you with a man who gave you Morris Chestnut vibes with his physique and beautiful skin.
“Y/N, dear, this is Malcom. Malcom, this is my daughter, Y/N, the birthday girl.”
You shook Malcom’s hand, which was smooth unlike Erik’s or Bucky’s. While you two exchanged pleasantries, your mom listed off Malcom’s credentials like she was reading his resume. You tuned her out while seeking a way out at her blatant attempt of matchmaking, when you suddenly felt a familiar warmth behind.
“Hey princess, one of your sisters said they needed your help with something.”
You gave Erik a silent thank you and told your mom and Malcom you catch them later. Somehow your mother caught you taking a break from everyone in the kitchen. “You know, you didn’t have to have your little friend help you escape. I’m just trying to help.”
Exasperated with the same conversation with your mother you sighed, “Help with what mama? I’m not ready to settle down, especially not with some lame lawyer.”
Your mother walked up to you and grabbed your arms, “Baby, Malcom is not lame. He’s a Morehouse man, does plenty of community service for kids of color, and he worked for Obama. The Barack Obama,” she stressed. “And you ain’t getting any younger.” Of course, your mama would be the only one to consider 26 old. “I don’t understand you, Y/N. Why you must be the only one out of 6 kids to rebel against everything. You chose to go to Howard instead of Spelman like your sisters did and if you were a boy you wouldn’t go to Morehouse like your brothers, then you had the nerve to join the Marines, and when you got discharged you did something even crazier, you let my crazy ass brother and his ridiculous friend Tony Stark talk you into joining the Avengers.”
Pulling away from her, you begged your mom, “Can we not argue about this today? I just want to enjoy my friends and family and celebrate my birthday. Is that too much to ask for?”
“Is it too much for me to ask for you to be happy and safe,” your mom threw right back. After a moment of silence, surprisingly, your mom agreed to drop it but promise you two would talk more about it tomorrow.
As you made your way back outside, you joined your siblings on the dance floor and began doing the bunny hop with them. Once that ended, the dj began playing Get It Ready by DJ Jubliee and you knew you were about the cut the fuck up. You felt Erik’s familiar presence behind you and once you heard ‘walk it like a dog’ you were grinding all up Erik like y’all weren’t at a family function. When the song was over you heard your dad clear his throat to break the lust filled gazes you and Erik were giving each other.
“Sorry, daddy,” you mumbled to your dad and ran off to join your sisters and Nakia, Okyoe, and Shuri at the tables. When you joined them, you heard Jemilah mutter to the others, “Mmmhmm, ain’t my man my ass.”
“Oh, he’s not. Y/N has another suitor back home,” Shuri happily confessed.
“Traitor,” you whispered in the princess’s ear.
Casey started whipping her head around as she was in search for someone, “Why he ain’t here then?”
“James does not feel well,” Okyoe admitted while she gave you a secret wink. Thank God, she lied for you, because even though you’ve done undercover ops for some unknown reason you can’t lie to your sisters that well.
“Describe him,” Jemilah ordered.
Thinking of Bucky automatically had you in a dream-like state, “Tall. Broad shoulders. Body of a Greek God. Oh, and his eyes. They’re this deep blue—”
“BLUE?” your sisters shouted.
“You really trying to give mama a heart attack. This man white?” Casey chuckled and you shook your head yes. You knew their outburst came from the fact that your mama had this goal of all her children have a black love relationship like her and your father. It wasn’t bad that she promoted black love, you really appreciated it, but she was harsh on y’all if you tried dating someone outside your race, she and Erik had that in common. You remembered when Casey brought back her white boyfriend during Christmas break one year and your mama was so hard on the poor boy, he didn’t make it to Christmas Eve dinner.
“He is. And I obviously don’t care what she thinks, so lets drop it ok,” you demanded and thankfully the women obliged.
You and the other women discussed the Wakanda Outreach program, when Casey swore, “Aww fuck! Here comes ‘Cousin Faith’.” Now you really didn’t have a Cousin Faith, her real name was Stephanie, but you and your sisters called her Cousin Faith because she was always trying to steal one of y’alls man, even after your sisters got married.
“Y/N, how the fuck you bag a prince,” Stephanie whined.
Clearly confused you looked at her crazy, “Girl, what are you talking about? I’m not dating any prince.”
“Not yet anyway. That dread-headed nigga, Erik. He was talking to your mama and daddy about how he sees a future with you, and said his last name is ummmmm… shit….it’s something foreign.”
“Udaku,” Shuri interjected.
“Yes that’s it,” Stephanie exclaimed. “And your mama walking around saying you marrying a prince and you’re gonna be princess of a country of black people. Girl she even kicked that lame nigga, Malcom out the party. Talking about she don’t want him to mess up your chances with Erik.”
Your sisters just stared at you with slacked jaws and wide eyes at this revelation. You only told them that Erik was an American close with the Wakandan royalty and worked for the Wakanda Outreach Program out in Oakland. Jemilah was the first to say something, “Whew chile. You better get ready for that wedding, because you know mama ain’t gon let up now she knows he’s a prince.” You just rolled your eyes at her and went in search for the soon to be dead prince of Wakanda.
Erik must have known you were looking for him, because when you put your sight on him he ran the opposite direction and went inside the house. The nigga was fast because he was nowhere to be found.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. where is Mr. Stevens,” you called out to the AI.
“In the downstairs bathroom by the kitchen. I have unlocked the door for you.”
You shouted out a thanks to the AI and proceeded to find Erik rolling a blunt in the bathroom. Wasting no time, you decked that nigga in his pitbull ass face. “Oh shit, princess! That hurt. What the fuck is your problem?”
Pointing a finger at the handsome but infuriating man, you responded, “What’s my problem? My problem is you telling my mama that you a whole damn prince!”
Erik rubbed his chin and smirked at you, “So what you’re saying is, you’re mad at me for telling the truth about being a prince, but you ain’t mad that I told your parents I have plans for making you my wife.”
Oh shit, you forgot about the part. Damn, now this nigga really thought he had a chance, but somewhere inside of you knew that the prospect of being Erik’s wife sounded ideal, but you couldn’t let him know. “That’s beside the point Erik. You knew my mama thinks of herself as a so-called matchmaker and you just add fuel to her fire. She’s not gonna stop until I become Mrs. Y/N Udaku.”
Erik couldn’t stop cheesing when he heard your name in front of last name, it gave him a sense of pride that he hope would become true someday. “Baby girl, I’m sorry,” He lifted your chin so you could make eye contact with him, “But after you were throwing that ass, your parents pulled me aside and started asking a bunch of questions about you and I.” At this moment in time Erik looked nervous and unsure of himself when he rubbed the back of his neck. “And, shit princess, I couldn’t lie to them. I wanted my intentions to be clear to them and I threw in my last name so your mama could stop pushing that wack ass Morris Chestnut wannabe up on you.”
With Erik’s declaration out in the open you couldn’t really be mad at him anymore. Rubbing at your temples, you said “I guess I understand. But you don’t understand that my mama is about to work my nerves even more this weekend.”
Erik got that devilish glint in his eye when he was up to no good and presented you with the blunt. You were automatically shaking your head no, because you didn’t smoke, and Erik knew that. “Erik, I can’t smoke that. I never smoke it right and I’ll be wasting the blunt.”
“Nah, its your birthday and I caused you some trouble at your party, so imma get you high,” Erik was practically pushing the blunt in your face. You jumped on the sink counter and took the blunt to your mouth so Erik could light it up. Your first couple of inhales had you coughing, but you finally got the hang of it and it was becoming smooth.
Sensing that you were comfortable with smoking, Erik was pushing the hem of your dress up and kneeling on the ground. “Boy what are you doing,” you questioned him with half hooded eyes.
Again Erik had that damn devilish glint, “Imma help you relax even further baby, so you won’t even be aggravated by your mama.” You just let out a sigh of content and was about to hit the blunt, when you felt Erik’s tongue on your pussy. First, he was making small, slow licks and began to pick up the pace until you felt an orgasm overcome you. “Please…please,” you begged.
“Please, what,” Erik mumbled.
“Please don’t stop,” you slurred out.
And when you didn’t think it was possible began flicking your clit even faster and inserted two curled fingers inside of you. It didn’t take long for you to gush all over Erik’s mouth and fingers. You were in a world of euphoria thanks to the blunt and Erik, that you ordered Erik, “Take your dick out.”
It took him a little while for the words to register in his brain, but once they did he was pulling down his pants and boxer briefs, “Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Erik grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his hard length. Once, he was sheathed, you grabbed Erik by his dick and guided him inside of you. When he was completely inside, you both let out a sight of content, and then he began thrusting into with wild abandonment. You both knew this little fuck session couldn’t last long, because people at the party would notice you two were missing, so Erik made quick work and had you both cumming within two minutes.
After being thoroughly fucked by Erik, you two return to the party, him to the tables and you to the food to make y’all some plates. You just sat in Erik’s lap when you put his plate in front him when your eldest brother, Thomas, interrupted y’all from eating, “Damn, nigga! What the hell you do to my baby sister?”
Both you and Erik looked at each other confused. “What do you mean by that,” Erik questioned.
“Little miss thing over here,” Thomas said while pointing at you, “has said she will never make a man’s plate, because his arms and legs works just as well as hers and she be too damn hungry to make two plates.”
Erik looked at you adoringly while you just wanted to go under a rock and die. Thankfully, Casey slapped Thomas in the back his head, stating he needed to keep his damn mouth closed. Erik just gave you a small kiss on the cheek and a quiet thank you, and then y’all resumed eating without any more embarrassing moments for you.
It was about half hour later and it was time for you to open your presents. T’Challa, Shuri, Nakia, and Okoye designed your gift. T’Challa presented you with a long skinny box that was wrapped in onyx wrapping paper. You made quick work of the wrapping paper and opened the box, which revealed a sword, your preferred weapon.
“Its completely made of vibranium. I used training footage of your fighting technique and designed the sword to compliment you. Even if someone else got ahold of it, it wouldn’t be as deadly as it is with you. Its almost like Thor’s hammer,” Shuri explained.
“Whoa, that’s badass,” your twin nephews exclaimed in unison.
“Watch y’all mouths,” your mom reprimanded the boys while you gave a thanks to Shuri, Nakia, T’Challa, and Okyoe.
“Its our turn now,” Tony announced while he Pepper approach you. You watched your mom roll her eyes as Tony presented you with a manila envelope, not even trying to hold his disdain for him.
“Before you open that, I just want to tell you something Rhodey Jr.,” Tony held up his hands and stopped you from opening your gift. “I’m proud to say its been a pleasure from watching you grow up from that annoying little brat that Rhodey would bring here during the summers to a badass, intelligent young woman. And Pepper and I want to thank you for helping with everything, so you deserve this brat.”
You were on the verge of tears, but you knew Tony didn’t do crying so you just hugged him instead. “Whoa kid, you haven’t even open it yet,” Tony exclaimed as he patted you on your back. At that you went back to the envelope to discover a document. For a while you just sat there in silence as you read over the document a couple of times just to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.
Getting tired of your silence, your Uncle Ray demanded, “Girl tell us what it says!”
Breaking out of your trance, you mumbled, “They gave me a 20% share of Stark Industries.” Instantly you went up to Tony and Pepper and pleaded with them to take it back, even with it just being 20% they just made you a billionaire. “Guys you can’t give this to me. This is too much. What about your future kids? They deserve this more than me. You gotta take it back,” you ranted.
“Y/N, no one deserves this more than you do. You work about as much as Tony and me on Stark Industries business, so 20% is nothing,” Pepper explained to you.
You knew that you wouldn’t win the argument, so you gave the couple another thank you and sat down for your final gift. Erik approached you and set down a gift bag in front of your face. “Happy birthday, princess.”
When you reached into the bag you pulled out three tickets, three Beyoncé concert tickets to be exact.
“Beyoncé?!?!?!?” you exclaimed.
“Yeah umm, I got ‘em for you and your sisters,” Erik responded shyly. “They’re meet and greets also. But I got the whole day plan for y’all: massages, mani and pedis, hair appointments, and a shopping spree.” Your jaw dropped more when Erik listed what he had planned for us that day. You couldn’t understand how someone so aggravating, annoying, and selfish could be so thoughtful and selfless at the same time.
“Do you need a wife, girlfriend, side ho, concubine or something? Because damn nigga, that’s one hell of a birthday present,” Casey blurted out, causing her husband to tell her to shut up and sit her ass down, and Jemilah to punch her in her shoulder.
Erik chuckled and waved his hand, “Na ma, I’m good. Besides I only got eyes for one Y/L/N,” Erik stated while looking you dead in the eyes. All the women at the table practically sighed in amazement at Erik’s confession. Pointing at the gift bag, Erik mentioned there was another present in the bag. This time you brought out a small velvet box and fear overcame you. You heard your mom whisper to your dad hoping it was a ring and you were hoping for the complete opposite. Noticing the apprehension on your face, Erik calmed you down, “Chill out, its not a ring. I’m not proposing yet.”
Your mama nudged your dad in his ribs, “You hear that Charles? He’s not proposing yet.” And your dad just responded with a grunt, still not giving his full approval yet. “I like you more and more with each passing moment young man,” your mom called out to Erik.
Relief overcame you and that’s when you opened the box, revealing a necklace with a black and gold jaguar pendant inscribed with a Wakandan text.
“Warrior princess,” Erik said pulling you out of your trance.
“Huh?”
“It says warrior princess. You can kick anybody’s ass, so you’re a warrior, and you’re my princess, so you’re a warrior princess,” Erik explained.
“Girl, if you don’t marry him, imma beat your ass personally and then take him for myself,” your Aunt Charlene blurted out.
You couldn’t help but laugh at your outspoken aunt’s words, but you also knew she would keep her promise, which made you briefly think of a future with Erik. Not wanting to dwell on those thoughts too long, you gave him a kiss, thank him for your gifts, and whispered in his ear that you would properly thank him in the bedroom later on that night, which resulted in him growling in your ear and rubbing on your ass in front of your whole family.
After you finished receiving the rest of your gifts, your Uncle James pulled you to the side. “Here, this came a couple of days ago and I didn’t want you to open in front of everyone,” James declared as he handed you a package.
You knew it couldn’t be a gift from your uncle, because he already gave you his earlier. Inside of the package was a sketchbook, which confused you because you couldn’t draw for shit, but once you open it you knew exactly who sent the book. It was from Steve. He sent you a book full of drawings of you with him, Sam, Nat, or Wanda. There was a picture of you struggling doing your hair during wash day and Sam just laughing at you, another one of you and Nat flat on your asses because y’all managed to take each other down at the same time, one of you having a heart attack while Wanda lifted you in the sky with her powers, and one of you and Steve watching tv during one of your many movie nights. As you made your way through the drawings, a note fell out:
Sorry kid, we couldn’t make your birthday. Sam’s a little sad that we can’t go to the strip club, that you made me promise I would go to on your birthday. However, I’m thankful. I still don’t think I’m quite ready for that. It sucks that we’re not there but trust me we’re doing fine, which brings me to my point. Although, its very much appreciated STOP SENDING MONEY. I don’t want you to get caught, that’s the whole reason we kept you out of the fight in the first place. Don’t worry we’ll see each other soon. Happy birthday, Y/N! Love, S.R.
P.S.- Sam speaking here, I’m not little mad, I’m BIG mad that we’re not at the strip club! Don’t listen to the big guy, keep sending that money. Do you know what type of motels we’ve been staying in? Its not good for my delicate skin. Just kidding, I guess, stay safe kid and happy birthday!
Before you knew it, tears were falling onto the note. “Thanks for giving this to me Uncle James,” you mumbled in between sniffles.
Pulling you into a hug, your Uncle responded, “No problem.” You were making your way out his embrace when he pulled you back, “One more thing. Be careful with that Killmonger.”
You were about to ask your uncle how did he know about Erik’s military codename, but you remembered that he was a colonel and had access to the most sensitive information. Hugging him tighter you told Uncle James, “I will.”
You went up to your room to put away your gifts and clean your face when you got a notification from your kimoyo beads. Suddenly, Bucky’s face appeared before and he immediately took in your red and puffy eyes, “What’s wrong, doll?”
You waved him off, “Nothing. Steve sent me a birthday present, so the waterworks came.”
“That punk. I’ll make sure to beat him up the next time I see him. How’s the party?”
“Its great! Tony and Pepper gave me a 20% share of the company, Shuri—” you absentmindedly went out your room, not thinking about anyone seeing you talking to Bucky, then BOOM, you ran into your sisters in the hallway.
“Bitch, is that the Winter Soldier!?!?” Casey all but screeched. You immediately pulled them inside your room, so no one could see or hear them. “Y/N he’s fine! So, this was the James you were talking about. What kind of conditioner he use, because his hair is on point,” Casey rambled.
“I gotta handle this Buck. Talk to you later?”
Bucky saw your problem and quickly reassured you, “Yeah no problem, doll. Happy birthday and talk to you later.”
“Doll???” Both of your sisters questioned playfully.
Frustrated that they caught you talking to an international fugitive, you asked your sisters, “What the hell y’all doing up here?”
“We were coming up to say goodbye to our baby sister. What the hell you doing talking to an international fugitive,” Jemilah threw right back.
It was Casey turned to speak, “Didn’t he kidnap your ass once and kill T’Challa’s daddy?”
“Yes, to the first question, but he was brainwashed and no to the second, someone used his face as a mask and framed him,” you informed your sisters. Giving them both your puppy dog eyes, you pleaded to them, “Promise y’all won’t say anything. Even to your husbands.”
Jemilah and Casey came and sat on the bed with you and each grabbed one of your hands. “Y/N you know we won’t. If you say he didn’t do those things, then he didn’t do it. We trust you. Now you better hope mama don’t find out he’s the reason you’re not with Erik, because she would flip her shit,” Casey confided in you. Thankful for your sisters you hugged them and returned downstairs to say goodbye to the rest of the guests.
When you returned back to your room, you found Erik without his shirt laying on the bed and scrolling through his phone. Deciding to skip a shower for now you got out of your outfit, just leaving you with your bra and panties on and joined Erik on the bed. “You know, you didn’t have to give me all those presents for my birthday. I would’ve been fine with one or the other,” you whispered to Erik.
“No, baby girl. You deserve that and so much more. I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you.”
“Honestly E, I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” you said as you traced his scars.
“Are you for real,” Erik asked incredulously as he rolled your body underneath him. “Princess, you saved my life up on that mountain. I owe you my life.”
The battle was getting tiring and you didn’t know if it would ever end, even with the help of the Jabri tribe. One second, you’re knocking out one member of the Border tribe, and then the next you see all of the Border tribe on their knees surrendering to the Dora. And what a sight to see, all of those men kneeling before women. However, you didn’t get to enjoy it for too long, as T’Challa called you over the comms. “Y/N, I need you to meet me on the mountain. Erik’s hurt.”
Dropping everything you had and running towards the mountain, you replied, “I’m on my way.” On your way towards the cousins you thought about how your stay in Wakanda wasn’t suppose to be about fighting a war against your ex-fling. When you came here it was for keeping an eye out onBucky and not wanting to return to America after the way Tony and Steve fell out because of the Accords, but here you are running towards a man, who you had a brief fling but intense connection with, who was also dead set on killing his cousin, because of the sins of his father.
“Bury me in the ocean, with my ancestors that jumped from the ships, because they knew death was better than bondage,” you heard Erik declare. You made it up to the panther mountain just in the nick of time, because Erik was pulling out the spear, but thankfully you stop him. “What the hell are you doing, Y/N,” Erik grunted.
“Saving your dumbass. What do you think?”
Erik chuckled and even near death’s door he was beautiful, “I see you still got jokes. I hope you know I ain’t getting lock’d up, so let go princess.”
“No.”
“No?” Erik echoed.
“Did I stutter nigga? No.”
T’Challa interrupted yours and Erik’s banter, “Y/N, I said help him, not antagonize him.”
Turning towards the rightful king, “Chill, I got this,” you assured him. Turning your attention to the would-be usurper, you instructed Erik, “You’re not dying today, I won’t let you.” “All the shit you’ve done was payback for you and your dad, right,” you questioned.
At that Erik just shook his head, so you continued on. “But didn’t he just want you to come to Wakanda and experience its wonders?” Again there was another head nod from Erik. “So, why would you want to die? Yeah, you might have to spend a little bit of time locked up, but it won’t be forever. Your cousin understands your pain. You were abandoned as a child with no one in your corner, let T be in your corner now. Let Shuri be in your corner, let Queen Ramonda be in your corner, let me be in your corner!”
By now, both you and Erik had tears falling down. It was a rare moment where both of you were vulnerable and both of you were crying for the boy in Oakland who lost his innocence. You were confident enough that Erik wouldn’t remove the spear, so you let it go and cupped his face instead. “What King T’Chaka did to your father was wrong, but T’Challa is not his father, just like you’re not N’Jobu. He’s T’Challa and you’re N’Jadka, y’all can be better than your fathers ever were.”
“Ok, princess, you got me. Besides I still need to take your country bumpkin ass to Oakland,” Erik joked with you.
“Thank Bas,” T’Challa murmured off to the side.
“Nigga, how many times I gotta tell you I’m from Houston and that’s a major city, not some podunk ass town. Anyways you can’t convince me Cali is better than Texas. Y’all may have Tupac but we got Beyonce and Whataburger is better than In-n-Out,” you argued back with Erik, grateful that he decided to live.
“Whatever, I’ll prove you wrong. But are either one of you niggas gon help me or y’all just gon talk me to death,” Erik questioned. Both you and T’Challa shared a look before y’all rolled your eyes at Erik’s antics and helped him up. You both knew keeping Erik alive was the right thing to do, but you also knew he would sometimes make you regret the decision.
“E, babe, I just talked to you, you responded back as you absentmindedly traced his scars.
“Well, that talk convinced me to live. Now thanks to you, I have a family, I have a home, I have a noble purpose, I get to watch those Wakandan sunsets my dad always talked about. Baby girl, I owe you everything. I’ll be with you always, even if you decide to get with tin man, even though it would be a mistake, because I’m the better choice.” You playfully slapped Erik across his chest, which he thought was an invitation for play fighting.
A couple of minutes later, you ended up on your back again, and one of Erik’s legs in between yours. He cupped your chin, “I’m serious princess. I’ll never stop being thankful,” Erik confessed. For a while the pair of you stared in each other’s eyes until you reached up to kiss him. Then, Erik made quick work of getting rid of his and yours remaining clothes. Once you were both naked, he entered inside of you and for the first time ever, you and Erik made love and not fuck. While he was giving you slow deep strokes, and whispering sweet nothings and praising you in your ear, you fully admitted to yourself that you were falling in love with Erik and being Y/N Udaku-Stevens wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
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63. Part 6
Eating my cereal in silence, you know what being sober is a blessing and also I get to see every one else just fall off which is fun. I left early though, went to bed so only god knows who made it back and I don’t think Jasmine came back, her bag is in my room and not moved and she isn’t anywhere here. I should call her to find out and after that groupie story I won’t be shocked if she isn’t at some rappers home again, she is crazy. The fact she isn’t scared, when I was serving bottles I was scared walking to VIP because they was awful, they always thought they owned my ass which was never that. I always got asked to be the main girl to go so they could touch my ass and try and get me back home, never happened but it was scary “morning” looking behind me and at Olivia, she is alive and well “morning” I am shocked she is able to walk with the amount of dick she’s had since being here “is there some left?” she pointed at my cereal “uh yeah there is, there is plenty left. I am glad that today is the last day” I mentioned, it’s been nice to see them but I am ready to go the fuck back home, it’s a late flight back too so I got time left “I just want to say sorry” Olivia said, I rolled my eyes “I am shocked you are sober actually, but it’s fine” what can I say, she does this all of the time. I say I am damaged but she is worse, she acts out every time “it’s not fine, I am stupid. I just get angry, I can’t help but get bored” this is going to be a conversation now “come and talk to me” I said to her, she is sitting anyways “bored of what? You and Kenton have been together for years, what do you mean bored?” is this bitch stupid “that is it, we have been together for years. It’s like we are programmed to do the same shit every day and then he is” she paused “he is shit in the bedroom, it’s just not there anymore and I don’t want to say it to him, the spark ain’t there but I love him” well that is a situation “you love him but the spark is gone, then maybe Olivia. You need to be truthful, say to him you both need a break. Have a break and miss each other, I mean you both have been together for so long so if things are always the same it can be boring, I get it” Olivia sighed out “I don’t want to be this way” I have heard this before “then change Olivia, maybe you need to just be truthful and you both have a break from each other” they need it, they are both a damn mess right now.
Taking my phone off charge, I can’t stop peeing but I needed to get my phone from upstairs anyways. Closing the door behind me as I made way way back down, I am glad it is a late flight I don’t need to pack till later “Kenton get off her!” my eyes widened hearing that name, I ran down the steps a little quicker seeing Kenton hand gripped around Olivia’ neck, he repeatedly slammed her back onto the wall as she tried to claw his face, am I in a dream “Kenton! Fucking get off her!” Mia hit him, I am not going to go near that I just watched on “get off her!” Amira came up from behind him and hit his head with a pan, I cringed hearing that as he fell back “oh shit” Mia looked down at Kenton on the floor “he is alive” trust Amira to know that “he is fine, oh my god. Are you ok Olivia?” she slid down the wall, I am in shock seeing this. Like this actually happened, Amira closed the front door “he hates me” Olivia sobbed out, of course he does. I made my way down the rest of the steps “wow” I said, I mean what the fuck else do I say because this is terrible “you did tell him to beat your ass” I added “but I didn’t mean it!” she shouted “I am glad you didn’t get involved, he will be fine. Let’s just go into the living room” I am surprised Amira didn’t shoot him, but she wasn’t scared at all which reminds me of Jasmine.
Olivia’ neck is so bruised, I feel bad for her now “I couldn’t breathe at all, I thought I was dying” Olivia rubbed her neck “well you’re ok” I am bring so cold with her, let me stop “whatever Sofia, you know what. I am the Ivy of the group, I get it. I am going!” Olivia is being dramatic “let her go” I said as she walked off, Kenton may finish off the job “Sofia, can we talk” Mia got up from the couch, another talk “I am proud of you” I said to Amira as I got up laughing, so much drama and not only that we have Kenton on the floor knocked out cold so if anyone comes here we will look crazy. Following Mia outside, I can do with this kind of weather every day, it’s just so nice “it’s a mess isn’t it?” Mia said as she turned to me “it is but that doesn’t make memories I guess?” I laughed “you right” she sighed out “I just want to say sorry, I said things I shouldn’t have. I just felt like you was just thinking of what Cassius wanted all of the time, I shouldn’t pry I guess. Things have moved on so much with all of us, we are all on different parts of our lives, not only that. It makes us all see how many years we have wasted not even doing anything. I mean you have done everything within a few years, to see you be the person you are now Sofia I am so happy for you and I don’t want us to fall out, I don’t want us to be distant and have this wall between us, I love you” she apologised I guess “I think it’s one of those things where my life was an open book, but I had to shut that book. Being with Cassius, being a mother, moving away it all has changed me a lot. They are my main priority now but I do love you girls so much, you are both my sisters, even if Olivia is on some shit but I had to change a lot. Mia I am sorry I left you out for months, I really had to find myself. For my son and for Cassius but I won’t do that again, I promise” Mia walked over to me with her arms out “I know, seeing you being such a concerned mother has made me a little jealous, it’s cute. To be worried about something that is your own” hugging Mia “it’s a been a long road” it really has been for me, to feel this way had been a long time coming.
“Y’all been up to some shit, I honestly thought Sofia did the whole attacking him but then she is pregnant” Jasmine pointed laughing, Kenton is so grumpy but he is alive “you pregnant? Again?” Kenton spat “I am yes” I grinned “y’all don’t wait, but anyways. Who hit me?” he asked “it was Amira, she did it” I pointed at her “did I kill her?” he asked, shaking my head “Olivia is fine, she has marks on her neck but she is fine. You both need to just have a break, I am not lying. You both need to break up, have a break. That means probably seeing other people, if it was real then you both get back together. That is my advice anyways” that is what I would do “it’s too much, I do love her too. I came here, I don’t know what I am doing with myself. I am calm now, I won’t kill her” even though Olivia does deserve it “so we can leave you both here to talk while we go to the beach?” Mia said “yeah you can, I think you right. Shit went sideways when we had that threesome with someone else, I think she felt jealous. It was another female” I did not fucking know this “wait, how was that even a thing!? The fuck?” Mia spat “we just wanted to spice things up in the bedroom and let’s just say, worst decision” this is a real ass mess.
Finally, some peace just on the beach “this place is beautiful, my favourite beach too. I mean look at it” when Jasmine and I came here for two weeks, we came Santa Monica beach every day. It’s just beautiful, and there is so many things to do “show me your bump? You said your bump is smaller now, let me see” Mia said as I sat down on the towel I laid out “oh yeah, it is much smaller. I am happy to have a smaller baby, Cartier was a nightmare. Lifting my tee up “awwww look how cute the bump is, it’s not big at all. You was much bigger before. Unless you was bigger in weight then, you are more skinny” I groaned out “don’t say that, but I am prepared. Having all of the vitamins, I don’t want to be ill with this one” pulling my tee over my bump “girl, you need to look after yourself. I am never setting anything up like this again” Mia said in a huff, I had to laugh because it’s been a mess “I mean we have memories right Amira” and she laughed “fuck y’all, we will remember has this was Mia’ worst gift on earth” Jasmine cooed out “have you seen this” Jasmine turned her phone to me “what is it?” I squinted my eyes, lifting my shades up “is that..” I dragged out “awww Cassius and Cartier chronicles it says” Mia read out “they met a penguin” I can see that they have “without me” I said, I am offended “girl be quiet” Mia hit my arm “that is so sweet that he’s taking him out though, they are ok without you” Amira said but I am sad.
The girls laughed “look at her ringing him, leave them alone!” Mia spat laughing, the girls don’t understand how upset I am about this. Cartier met a penguin and went there and I wasn’t there, I didn’t be there with them “Sofia” Cassius answered “you went without me?” I had to say it “where?” Cassius said all confused “you know where, you met a penguin without me?” Cassius laughed, he laughed like this is funny and I can hear the vacuum cleaner in the background “who is cleaning in the background?” what is this “Ethan” Cassius chuckled “nah, I got a cleaner to come out. Clean before you come, I am thinking ahead” I don’t call it that “so someone is cleaning your clothes? I can do that?” Cassius finds this funny “Sofia, Cartier and I went to see some fishes, that is it” I poked my lips out “but I wanted to see some fishes” I mumbled “awww bub, we can go again. But did you see it? I saw a penguin it was so dope” I missed out and I am sad “mhmmm” I am legit so sad “when I am there you do nothing and now with Cartier you’re taking him out everyday” am I a bad omen or something “because he is the boy” I scoffed “and what am I?” this is so unfair “you are the queen, come on Sofia” I don’t feel it “sure, anyways bye” disconnecting the call “he has a bitch in my house cleaning” I spat “oh Sofia, stop it. He is being nice. Watch when I go back home Mitch will do nothing about it” Amira put her hand up “I can high five on that sister, Kyle will be do the same” maybe I am being a brat but they met a penguin without me and he has been out with Cartier every day.
She is mad, I mean more jealous than anything “Ethan, you can’t stay here now that my girl is back you know that?” Ethan stayed the night “I know, I am going tonight too. When you pick up Sofia I am going then, the jet will be waiting” nodding my head “cool, I think Sofia feels I don’t miss her. I actually did, I mean Cartier and I both did. It’s weird, you can tell when she is not here. We ate out every night, that was it” Ethan doesn’t understand “flower, that will fix it” he is right “you are right, flowers. That will help” I sighed out “you hear that boy, momma is jealous we had fun. You dada boy ain’t you? You dada boy” Cartier got ever so giddy on the floor just laughing “sir where would you like this tree?” Sofia and her bright idea of a huge Christmas tree “just there, thanks” I pointed in the corner “that is big Cassius, she chose that?” it’s making a mess on top of the mess the cleaners are trying to clean “yeah she did, and planned for it to arrive when she comes back, she is clever that girl of mine. I ain’t about to climb that shit to do it up” feeling a tug on my jeans, looking down at Cartier. I gasped “you scared me there, come here” picking him up “I was thinking who is that and it is just you, you wanted hugs” hugging him close.
The house is clean, the tree is here and we are ready for Sofia to come home “Boss” Ethan knocked on my bedroom door “what’s up?” walking out of my bathroom “Kalia” I wonder what she wants, I mean I know what she wants. Taking his phone from him “you called?” she sighed out “thank you” that is nice of her “for?” I said confused “the money” I smiled “well you are mine now, you owe me” sitting on the edge of my bed “that doesn’t sound like a bad idea” Kalia said “you forgetting about being a detective now?” I questioned “for my kid yes, this will help. I need it” I have pictures of her taking drug money so good luck to her “I want to deal with you directly, I don’t want to call Ethan. You want information I deal with you and you only, and having me followed is not a good luck. I want to meet with you” she is giving orders “remember who’s boss” I said pulling a face “remember who needs who” she retorted “remember how that money will dry up and your little family will be dead, I will cut that life support” the line went silent “you need me, you came to me. And I will meet with you, when I am ready. Could be now, tomorrow, next week or next month. Be ready, be the informant you are. I will be watching you Kalia. Welcome to the team” disconnecting the call “you watch that bitch” throwing Ethan his phone.
“You watch her Ethan, under no circumstance unless I tell you too. You don’t give her my number, not until I have met up with her. She wants to work with me personally and I ain’t fucking with that, she wants my dick. Like I ain’t playing that game” Ethan laughed “she been wanting your dick, I think this is why they took her off your case. Also she wants getting shit done, she was was just interested in the dick. But I got it, I will let Christmas pass but we have enough drugs for Brooklyn and the operation there, just need to get something more” nodding my head as I turned off “thank you for dropping me too and letting me stay at your house” Ethan doesn’t need to say thank you, he kept me company because it can be very boring to just interact with a baby “so what is the deal with Kyle? You ain’t friends with him still? Raphael was brave to even ask about killing him” I forget about him a lot “nothing is happening or will be happening until my business is back in order. He is my friend so I ain’t killing him for that reason but I am still upset with him” he let me down, I wouldn’t need to be dealing with Kalia if he didn’t fuck up on us.
I am late, I mean it’s me and honestly I thought I was on time. It states the flight has arrived like thirty minutes ago but she hasn’t called “man, I think I really upset your momma son” Cartier doesn’t care, he is in my arms with his pacifier in his mouth just looking at people go by. Getting my phone out with my free hand, let me call her and see what is up because I did come here. Turning around as I unlocked my phone “I was timing you to see how late you would be” looking up from my phone seeing Sofia, I gasped “son, look momma is back” walking over to her “look at my baby, oh my gosh. I missed you both so much” Sofia is a crying mess already “we missed you too” hugging Sofia “I am so glad to be home” rubbing her back as she continued to cry “momma being over emotional” moving back from the hug “I have missed you both so much, come here baby. I have missed your face so much” Sofia reached up to grab Cartier from me but he didn’t want to go he just moved back “I think he is upset with you, you left us. That is mommy” pulling his pacifier out but he turned his face “moody butt, I love you” reaching my hand up to Sofia’ cheek “you look good” leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips “thank you, I am so happy to be back even though Cartier don’t want me” Sofia wrapped her arms around my waist.
Smiling at Amira lightly “you want to ride with us?” I asked “if you can fit me in” she said, I laughed “unless Cartier is taking the whole back seat, you can ride with us” Cartier hid his face in the crook of my neck “ok, this ain’t it Cassius. What have you done to my son” turning my head to see what Cartier is doing and he head butted me “woah there sir, what are you doing?” holding his hand as I turned him to face Sofia “this is momma, she is back home” Sofia is way too offended by this “I hate you both” I gasped “you have turned my son on me” I snorted laughing as she walked off “you offended your momma Cartier” letting his hand go as I pressed kisses to his cheek as I turned fixed him in my arms “love you son, hey Sofia. Let me get your bag, it’s cool. We can get that” grabbing Sofia’ suitcase “we can do this can’t we boy” pulling along her suitcase “I feel like the third wheel in this, I am not happy” I don’t know why she being like this.
I am so happy she is home, reaching my hand over and placing it on her thigh “I missed you so much” she placed her hand over mine “did you really though?” she questioned, grabbing Sofia’ hand and without looking away from the road I bought her hand up to my lips and pressed a kiss on her hand “I missed you loads and honestly Sofia, to feel like a real dad to Cartier. That is all I could ask, I know shit was like scary but it was something I needed and it’s created that bond, something I thought I couldn’t get. I know it took you going away but you needed it and I needed this. But trust me, we missed you. I decided that I love morning Cartier, he is so much better but the rest of the day he is yours” I chuckled “wow, so I get the moody ass later on” Sofia said “you damn right” shaking my head “so tell me, how was Cali for you ladies? Anything happened? I see you hanging with the famous now” looking over at Sofia “I rather not, but would you like the short version?” pressing my lips into a hard thin line “short version” I can’t be dealing with the long one “ Olivia had sex with another man, had a party, Mia and I had a disagreement, Amira knocked Kenton out because he was strangling Olivia and then I found out that my mom is texting me” my eyes bulged out “woah, woah, woah. Wait. What!?” I spat “which part?” Sofia said, Amira laughed in the back “everything, what the hell? How y’all get so dramatic? So let’s go back to the Kenton thing, he was trying to kill Olivia? Did he succeed?” Sofia hit my arm “hey, stop it. He did not, Amira hit him in the head and he was knocked out” that is so dramatic “you ladies have drama written all over, I should have came. So now your mom?” Sofia groaned out “later” I want to know now.
Parking outside Amira’ home “outside your home too, take care” I said looking in the back seat “thank you Cassius, you’re welcome to come in” I chuckled “I’ll pass on that” turning in my seat “why didn’t he pick you anyways?” I am sure he ain’t that busy “he is working the club for me” pulling a face “he don’t need too” he doesn’t need to be involved anymore “Cassius, don’t do this to him. He messed up and he knows it but please don’t shut him out” Amira pleaded “have a nice night Amira” I don’t want to hear it “you too” staring straight ahead, all this shit could have been avoided but it can’t now. Now I am having to do all this shit again, it still pisses me off. How can he let drugs go missing, he set out to be a dickhead so I will be a dickhead to him “Cassius, he is your friend” Sofia would add to it “yes he is, that is what he will be. We can catch up for a coffee but he can stay out of my shit now, I don’t need it yeah. I didn’t need him to be a fucking idiot. He ran when he didn’t need too, he is a pussy. There I said it, bitch ass” Sofia looked at me in sadness “he was there for you when you needed Cassius, he was” I sniggered “he was there, he was also in the way. I thank him for caring for me but he has made my life a mess even more. Do you think it’s easy, drugs go missing and that’s it huh? That is it? People lives are running on this Sofia, peoples money. When they ain’t getting there shit who they going to come for? Kyle? No, me yes. It’s my name on this. Both Miami and Atlanta is dry, no drugs. My warehouses are dry, I am using other people to get drugs from. I look weak, because of him I have to play dirty. I have work with a fucking bitch that wants me locked up, I know we trying to both play each other, so yeah. I am pissed with him. I could have come out and things would be fine, you want to hear it then there it is. That detective wants me and I don’t mean just in that way either” driving off slowly “in what way?” she asked “what you think?” looking over at Sofia “I am too loyal to you so it’s fine, I have to use her. I ain’t mean to tell you all of this but it’s like y’all want me to go and hug him. Maybe when I am set I will” I need to just relax.
Cartier is playing up, he knows momma is home “you think this is a game, quit playing. Come and have your milk” I said as I looked up at Sofia walking over to the bed “this is how you put him to sleep, no hugging?” shaking my head “I be here on the bed and he holds his own bottle and falls asleep” Sofia got on the bed, Cartier rolled onto his stomach staring at Sofia as she climbed on to the bed and rested her back against the headboard “my handsome baby, it’s mommy. Come on, I know you miss me” Sofia opened her arms out, Sofia reached over and grabbed his bottle “you go to momma before she gets my ass for it” he is thinking, I know he knows it’s Sofia, he is playing up “you know Cassius, what you told me earlier. I am happy you told me, you confided in me about it. I understand where you are coming from and also this detective that wants you, it doesn’t bug me because I trust you but I am happy you spoke on it” nodding my head “you going to come to mommy now, come on baby. I have missed you so much” Cartier wants his bottle so he will go to her, he crawled his way to her “I knew he would have but I just feel like people want me to be happy about that because Kyle is my friend, niggas get killed over this shit. You know what I mean, I just need to do right by myself this time and Kyle can stay back” I am doing shit my way.
Sofia cannot stop hugging Cartier and staring at him, she has really missed him “tell me about your mom, was she in Cali or some shit? I see you met Jasmine, remembering the good times huh?” looking up at Sofia, she side eyed me “stop it, that is your sister. She is so happy for you” I shrugged “I don’t need anyone to be happy for me, I don’t actually need anyone this time around. Just want my family good and that is it” that is all “Jasmine is that too” I had to laugh “she is nothing to me, you know when you let go, you do just that. I think I am ok without her, so your mom” I don’t want to hear it “well when I said Leyton had a new number, it was never that. After all that, it was my mom. So Leyton called me and I goes why do you have two numbers, do you have a burner phone and he goes no I have one. And at that point I had a meltdown, I was so scared” I sighed out “Sofia, Sofia, Sofia” I dragged out, that shit ain’t good, you know that “that could have been anyone” what have I been teaching this woman “I thought someone was coming to kill you at that point until Leyton said it’s mom, she wants to know me again but I was happy it was her but that is besides the point, I actually fucking didn’t check” shaking my head “here is me fucking with some detective bitch that could easily done that, Sofia you need to be careful” Sofia scoffed “well I hope you ain’t doing that” I sniggered “if I was single yes I would have, it would be really easy that way. But I am not” scratching my head “you’re annoyed with me” Sofia said “I am, you right. I am, I just feel like you want me to forgive easily” maybe it is just me, getting off of the bed “I need a blunt” I need one anyways.
It’s funny, Kyle did nothing for me. He was the most useless nigga to me but he was my friend but here he is arriving late to his house, doing things for the club but I know his game and it ain’t going to make me speak to him. He is doing this for Amira not me, there is no fucking drugs to sell in these clubs because of him. I have no fucking warehouse anymore, watching Kyle walk into his house as I flicked my stub off of the balcony, I actually need to stop that. Feeling my phone vibrate, that is my burner phone, I got one again now. Getting my phone out from my pocket as I blew the smoke out from my lips, answering the call “speak” I said down the phone “he did leave the club” Laurence said “watch him still” disconnecting the call, I have to be sure because niggas go rogue ain’t the one, Myles got me and I can’t just let Kyle be running around and also Raphael is after his ass and wants him dead, so Laurence is doing both things. Walking back into the room “coming to bed?” Sofia asked but she is wearing just her bra and panties, closing the balcony window and looked at Sofia again. It makes me wonder if I did what I did on this bed, like it just makes me think. Clearing my throat “uhm, I am going to look over some figures, you can rest up. Nice to have you back though” walking off.
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True Detective Sentence Meme: Season One (another of my favorites, well, the first season at least.)
WARNING: Triggering content, NSFW content, religion/death/violence/sex/drugs/suicide mentioned. Lots of foul language
Regular Quotes
I'd consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist...
Oh, just a regular type dude... with a big ass dick.
People out here, it's like they don't even know the outside world exists. Might as well be living on the fucking Moon.
It's all one ghetto man.
Stop saying shit like that. It's unprofessional.
So what's the point of getting out of bed in the morning?
I tell myself I bear witness, but the real answer is that it's obviously my programming. And I lack the constitution for suicide.
Let's make the car a place of silent reflection from now on.
Can I ask you something? You're a Christian, yeah?
I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that.
Can you get pills pretty easy?
Listen, when you're at my house, I want you to chill the fuck out.
There's nothing I can do about it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but... I'm gonna have a drink.
Given how long its taken for me to reconcile my nature, I can't figure I'd forgo it on your account.
Hmm. That sounds God-fucking-awful.
Isn't that a beautiful way to go out, painlessly as a happy child?
Trouble with dying later is you've already grown up. The damage is done. It's too late.
I can be hard to live with. I don't mean to, but I can be... critical.
Sometimes I think I'm just not good for people, that it's not good for them to be around me.
Such holy bullshit from you. It's a woman's body, ain't it? A woman's choice.
Girls walk this Earth all the time screwin' for free. Why is it you add business to the mix and boys like you can't stand the thought? I'll tell you. It's cause suddenly you don't own it the way you thought you did.
Is shitting on any moment of decency part of your job description?
Nothing man, sorry, forget it.
You got some self loathing to do this morning, that's fine, but it ain't worth losing your hands over.
What's your deal?
I don't have "a deal".
You're kinda strange, like you might be dangerous.
Of course I'm dangerous. I'm police. I can do terrible things to people with impunity.
Now what do you mean exactly... these visions you mentioned.
Shiiiiit, just what have you two heard about me?
What the hell good is cake if you can't eat it?
You know, throughout history, I bet every old man probably said the same thing. And old men die, and the world keeps spinnin'.
What do you think the average IQ of this group is, huh?
Just observation and deduction. I see a propensity for obesity. Poverty. A yen for fairy tales.
I think it's safe to say nobody here's gonna be splitting the atom.
You see that. Your fucking attitude.
Not everybody wants to sit alone in an empty room beating off to murder manuals.
Yeah, well if the common good's gotta make up fairy tales, then it's not good for anybody.
Well, I don't use ten dollar words as much as you, but for a guy who sees no point in existence, you sure fret about it an awful lot.
I mean, can you imagine if people didn't believe, what things they'd get up to?
Exact same thing they do now. Just out in the open.
Bullshit. It'd be a fucking freak show of murder and debauchery and you know it.
If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then brother that person is a piece of shit; and I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible.
Well, I guess your judgment is infallible, piece-of-shit-wise.
You figure it's all a scam, huh? All them folks? They just wrong?
People incapable of guilt usually do have a good time.
Do you wonder ever if you're a bad man?
World needs bad men. We keep the other bad men from the door.
But I think I'm all fucked up.
You don't have to fall in love at first sight, you know.
Every time I think you've hit a ceiling, you, you keep raising the bar. You're like the Michael Jordan of being a son of a bitch.
Fuuuck! Hell of a bedside manner you've got.
Ahh, you know, being stupid is different than going in sick, and this is a bar, not a fuckin' bedside.
All the dick swagger you roll, you can't spot crazy pussy?
So, enough with the self-improvement-penance-hand-wringing shit. Let's go to work.
Oh God damn it, I am so done talking to you like a man.
What the fuck you think I want with you, huh?
I'm sorry. What are you suggesting, exactly?
I will skull-fuck you, you bitch!
This is none of my business... I don't want to hear it.
Do you know the good years when you're in them, or do you just wait for them until you get ass cancer?
What always happens between men and women? Reality.
Someone once told me time is a flat circle.
The newspapers are gonna be tough on you.
No, buddy, without me... there is no you.
Yeah. Fuck this. Fuck this world.
You know, people that give me advice, I reckon they're talking to themselves.
A man's game charges a man's price. Take that away from this, if nothing else.
I'm the person least in the need of counseling in this entire fucking state.
Thought maybe we should talk.
If you get the opportunity, you should kill yourself.
Hey, man, look. Why don't you just get out of here, please? I don't want to get arrested. Just - just get... before I do something to you.
I slept with someone... And you know him/her... You're close.
Oh... Now, what-what are you saying?... What - what are you - what the fuck are you saying to me?
Life's barely long enough to get good at one thing. So be careful what you get good at.
If you were drowning, I'd throw you a fuckin' barbell.
Why would I ever help you?
Hey. You better get those jumper cables ready, the motherfucker is lying.
Get on out of here, you're classin' the place up.
My family's been here a long, long time.
He ain't gonna talk with you.
I got a car battery and two jumper cables argue different.
A man remembers his debts.
Fuck, I don't like this place... Nothing grows in the right direction.
What happened in my head is not something that gets better.
Well you know what, I just got here; I was gonna leave, but then you woke up - Jesus, what's your fuckin' problem?
Not a care in the world.
I'm not supposed to be here.
Yeah... well, I'll come back by tomorrow, buddy.
Don't ever change, man.
Agh. Ah, fuck. Ah, he got me pretty good...
Do I strike you as a talker or a doer?
You'll rip out your fucking stitches. Stop it.
This is the place.
Everybody's got a choice, ____... Shit, I sure blamed you.
There you go... Everybody's got a choice.
It's hard to find something in a man who rejects people as much as you do, you know that?
Come die with me, little priest.
The DEEP SHIT™
I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution.
There can be a burden in authority, in vigilance, like a father's burden.
I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction - one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.
This place is like somebody's memory of a town, and the memory is fading.
I contemplate the moment in the garden; the idea of allowing your own crucifixion.
I don't sleep, I just dream.
You got kids? I think of the hubris it must take, to yank a sole out of nonexistence into this meat; a force of life into this thresher.
I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that.
Yeah, back then, the visions, yeah most of the time I was convinced... Shit... I'd lost it. But there were other times... I thought I was mainlining the secret truth of the universe.
I mean, it's like somethin's got your name on it, like a bullet or a nail in the road...
People... so goddamn frail they'd rather put a coin in the wishing well than buy dinner.
This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility.
They welcomed it... not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go.
All your life--you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain--it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person.
And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it.
You see, we all got what I call a life trap - a gene deep certainty that things will be different...
Nothing's ever fulfilled, not until the very end. And closure - nothing is ever over.
I have seen the finale of thousands of lives, man. Young, old, each one so sure of their realness. You know that their sensory experience constituted a unique individual with purpose and meaning. So certain that they were more than biological puppet. The truth wills out, and everybody sees. Once the strings are cut, all fall down.
In eternity, where there is no time, nothing can grow. Nothing can become. Nothing changes. So Death created time to grow the things that it would kill.
And you are reborn, but into the same life that you've always been born into. I mean, how many times have we had this conversation? Well, who knows?
When you can't remember your lives, you can't change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. You're trapped by that nightmare you keep waking up into.
I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It's corrosive, like acid.
Sometimes... this feeling like life has slipped through your fingers... like the future is behind you, like it's always been behind you.
There's a shadow on you, son.
I saw you in my dream. You're in Carcosa now with me... He sees you... You'll do this again... Time is a flat circle.
There's no such thing as forgiveness. People just have short memories.
All my life I wanted to be nearer to God. But the only nearness - silence.
Some people, no matter where they look, they see themselves.
You see, sometimes people... mistake a child as an answer for something, you know, like a way to change their story.
Look, as sentient meat, however illusory our identities are, we craft those identities by making value judgments: everybody judges, all the time. Now, you got a problem with that... You're livin' wrong.
Once there was only dark. If you ask me, the light's winning.
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Dragon Ball Z 040
Last time, Bulma got captured by aliens. The good news is that it’s not that kind of anime, but the bad news is that it’s still anime, so she spends the whole episode stealth cosplaying Ellen Ripley in Alien.
Also, the aliens holding guns on the gang are all frightened children, so that makes things a little awkward.
They narrowly escaped a bunch of space invaders, and they think Krllin, Gohan, and Bulma are part of that group. This assumption gets dumber the more we find out about the bad guys. For openers, I’m pretty sure alien marauders wouldn’t wear a knit shirt that looks like it came out of my little brother’s closet back when he was five. Bulma’s not dressed at all, which seems pretty un-menacing, and Gohan’s even younger than all of these refugees.
Krillin tells Gohan to power up, since it looks like they’ll have to fight their way out of this, but then a little girl runs up and kicks him in the shin. Who’s the real alien monster here, I ask you? Not Krillin, that’s for sure.
The boys in charge decide they have to kill their prisoners, since they must be working for some guy named “Frieza.” Typical filler episode, introducing characters and concepts that’ll never get mentioned again.
Despite all the guns, the kids are reluctant to actually kill anyone, and then an alarm goes off. Turns out the ship flew into a field of meteors. Okay, I don’t want to sound like a killjoy, but stuff like this bugs me in outer space stories. Space is huge, and so are asteroid fields, meteor showers, whatever. Typically, every fictional spaceship has a seemingly all-seeing sensor array, which can detect anything that happens outside and throw an alarm. But the damn thing never actually alarms until they’re already in danger. If you think about the guy designing the ship, wouldn’t it make a lot more sense to alert the crew before they got close enough to hit something? Because, again, space is huge. However they ran into this obstacle, they’ve been heading towards it for a long time.
On the other hand, the bridge is being staffed by more frightened children, so that probably explains a lot about their crappy protocols. Someone probably put the red alert klaxon in silent mode because it interrupted their screening of “Frozen”. Kids, am I right? Well, this isn’t one of your video games. This is real life, and you only get one life in this “stage”. So I suggest you unlock a new achievement by putting away your smartphones and doing some hard work for a change.
Sorry, I was trying to mock grumpy old people on Facebook, but I ended up disgusting myself. What frightens me is that there’s probably people younger than I am who will eventually talk like that. Hell, some of them probably already do. Some idiot at my job put a printout on the bulletin board that had some quote about working hard, and it was attributed to Thomas Jefferson, and it took all my willpower not to write on it “Jefferson owned slaves. He literally forced other people to do his work for him.” But chances are he never even said the quote.
Anyway, these kids are clearly out of their depth, is my point.
Back on Earth, Goku’s in the hospital, and he’s freaking out because the doctor’s going to stick him with a needle. The doctor gives him that horseshit about how Goku’s being a baby because he hasn’t even stuck him yet. Yeah, he knows that, stupid. He’s upset because you’re going to stick him with a needle, because he doesn’t like needles. If you had already done it, he wouldn’t care, because it would be over.
I mean, seriously, fuck this guy. Goku got crushed half-to-death by a giant ape. The pain isn’t the issue here. He doesn’t like the idea of having a thin piece of metal jabbed into his veins. It’s the idea of it, that’s the problem. Honestly, for me, the worst part about giving blood is when they prep my arm, and then later when I can feel the tube laying on my arm, and it’s warm. Would it kill them to put a towel or something under it so it wouldn’t feel as weird? Has that been an option all along and I just didn’t know to ask? Maybe I could move it over myself, but no way in hell do I want to look in the general direction of that arm while the business is happening. Would I pass out at the sight of the tube? Maybe not, but I refuse to find out the hard way. I’ll ask God when I die. Is that weird? A lot of things in life just don’t have answers available, and I console myself by thinking I can just do a Q&A with God in the afterlife. The Almighty might refuse to tell me, but at least then I’d know that it’s just impossible for me to find out, and that’s sort of comforting in a way.
Chi-Chi shames Goku in public, but that’s totally different. The doctor’s supposed to show some compassion and make Goku feel better. Chi-Chi, on the other hand, is clearly doing some sort of kink thing that only she and Goku know about. Look at that face. That is a thirsty man, right there.
Back in space, Bulma wants to bug out while they still can, but Krillin and Gohan want to help the kids.
Of course, there’s not a whole lot martial artists can do in a situation like this, but the boys can lift stuff, so they do.
Bulma then gets frustrated with the ship’s pilot and takes over for him.
Kid, if looks could kill...
She mostly works out the controls on her own, and snaps at a kid whenever she gets stuck.
For some reason the helm control looks like a keyboard, which seems a bit complicated. It looks more like Bulma is coding a program instead of directly controlling the ship. Anyway, her fingers are just flying on that keyboard. Definitely a rare hero moment for Bulma
Meanwhile, Gohan shoots something with a Masenko. Not sure how that’s a good idea on a spaceship, but good hustle, Gohan.
Then, after Bulma flies them to safety, the kids still draw their guns on her, and accuse her of working for Frieza. Look, the thing is, Frieza doesn’t even have any women on his team. Unless this is some fandom AU where he’s surrounded by OC consorts, in which case I guess a blue-haired lady in her undies would fit right in. “Yes, you certainly did an.... adequate job piloting this vessel, my dear. However, I have other duties for you now... of the bedroom variety.” “As you command, my lord.” You still don’t need to hold a gun on her, though.
Can I just say that Bulma looks ri-friggin’-diculous in this episode? Who was this for, exactly? I mean, she looks normal for the style of this show, but that doesn’t lend itself to fanservice at all. Like, her left arm looks okay, and the rest of her is all boxy and weird. It’s like a self-hating hentai dude commissioned this. He wanted to see Bulma in her underwear, but he didn’t want to enjoy it. Oh, and I just noticed her weird baby hand. Yeesh.
One of the kids is convinced that Krillin and Gohan are bad guys because they have super powers, but the ones who saw them help out know better. I guess Bulma looks a little closer to the “sexy cartoon woman” style here, but I don’t think the fanservice crowd would settle for a shot like this.
So now that everyone’s friends, the kids explain how their planet was invaded by guys working for some dork named “Frieza”, and their leader was apparently Cui, who we’ll meet a few episodes later. Krillin finds the story similar to how the Saiyans operated, but the kids say their attackers didn’t have tails. To be fair, Vegeta has no tail either, at the moment, but whatever.
The adults on the planet were slaughtered to clear the land for Frieza’s use, but they managed to evacuate the children onto spaceships.
But Frieza’s men chased them all down, except for this one, which was chrome-plated. Apparently this was all they had to do for camouflage? Seems a little fishy to me.
I don’t understand why the parents sent their kids off in spaceshps without sending at least some adults along to take care of them. They just tossed them on a ship full of guns and booby traps and no one knows how to fly it, and that was their plan? Maybe there was an adult pilot, and he got killed at some point. The Earthlings ask them where they’re headed, and they explain that there’s another planet where they think they’ll be taken in. You’d think Bulma would offer to double-check their heading, or at least teach them how to fly their own ship so they don’t run into any more trouble, but nah.
When he finds out they’re going to Namek, the refugee leader gives them coordinates for a shortcut, and Bulma rushes off to make use of it. You know these are just children, right? Their own shortcut took them through an asteroid field, so maybe you shouldn’t be following their advice too closely.
Then we cut to Planet Frieza No. 79. Is this the same planet the kids came from? It’d tie things together nicely, I suppose.
Frieza’s men detect Vegeta’s ship coming in for a landing, so they send out guys to meet him. One of them is a dog, and the other looks suspiciously like Sam Guthrie from the New Mutants.
But he doesn’t get out of the pod, and this raises some questions. First, where’s Nappa? Second, who wrecked Vegeta’s shit?
So they slap him in a regeneration tank. It’ll heal him faster than the treatment Goku is currently getting, but let’s remember that it took Vegeta 18 days to get here, so he’s probably in even worse shape than he was in when he left Earth. Also, the healing tank isn’t exactly a quick process.
Get used to this shot, is what I’m saying.
In space, Bulma takes the ship on the shortcut to Namek, and this leads them into the opening of a Looney Toons short. I hope it’s not a Foghorn Leghorn one. Those aren’t as good.
There’s some space turbulence, and Bulma ends up landing in Krillin’s lap, so she slaps him for copping a feel. Why is she still undressed?
Doesn’t matter, because they’ve finally reached Namek! And it looks... a little paler than usual...
Bulma finally puts some clothes on and it looks like we can finally get this thing started.
But in her haste to check out the planet, she never notices the ship’s computer, which has a flashing red warning. Aw, probably the check-engine light. She can take it to an Auto Zone on the way back.
#dragon ball#2019dbliveblog#bulma#krillin#gohan#cui#vegeta#the orphans had names but i'm not bothering to look them up#goku#chi chi#namek saga
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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 53
Table of Contents. Second Instar, Chapter 20. Go to previous. Go to next. ...Or maybe not broken enough. TW: mental snap, description of sources of disfigurement and injuries.
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By the time ‘Choly had crossed the base grounds, G-7 had likely stood idle outside his rowhouse for upwards of half an hour. His new uniform hung gingerly in one of its tendril pincers, in two garment bags. Wheezing hard, he snatched it from the Mister Gutsy and thanked it with a pat on its tendril, then slouched up the porch stairs. Before he even got on the porch, the front door flew open, and Angel came out to try to help him inside.
“Oh, dear, Mister Carey, do forgive me--” He swatted the air angrily at it. “Mister Hawthorne refused to wait a moment longer, and I promised both you and Miss Francis that I wouldn’t leave him alone--”
“JACOB!” Snarling, he mounted the stairs, his head running hot. “What the FUCK was so important that you couldn’t wait on me fifteen GODDAMN minutes! Angel is my fucking WHEELCHAIR--”
Standing stupid in the doorway to his bedroom, ‘Choly stopped in his tracks. Dressed again in his longshoreman’s garb, Sticks sat on the end of the bed with the Vault 111 jumpsuit slung across his lap. The ghoul’s face was all screwed up in what could either have been a smile or a grimace. He sniveled, not looking up to ‘Choly.
“What kind of sick fucking joke is this?” Sticks’s voice cracked, rough enough to nearly sound underwater. Transfixed on the blood stains, his fingers tangled up in the stab hole in the front of the otherwise royal blue bodysuit. “I was right. You are haunting my stupid ass.”
‘Choly hung up the garment bags in the open closet and sat beside him to catch his breath. Unsure what to say, he sat wheezing for some time.
“Jesus Christ,” Sticks continued at a hush with a broken pitch bottomless glare, the grimace falling slack. “Those glasses. If it’s 2077 all over again, why am I still like this--?”
“Hey. Hey, stay with me.” ‘Choly tried to put a hand on Sticks’s, but the ghoul withdrew it and let his attention knot back up in the vault suit. “I got attacked by bloodbugs on the way up Route 3. One of them got me, just under the collarbone. Would have got me through the heart, if it hadn’t been for the surgical corset. If Angel hadn’t had its Nanny tendril and programming, it wouldn’t have been able to administer the Stimpaks it did. I-- You think I got shot in the chest, don’t you?” A weak, defeated laugh escaped him. He loosed his necktie and began to unbutton his dress shirt. “I can show you the scar it left. And I know Angel would hate to produce it, but I did keep the thing’s proboscis. A sort of trophy. Angel! Bring the bloodbug proboscis, will you?”
When Sticks was uninterested in entertaining the spectacle of ‘Choly’s scars, 'Choly got up from the bed and went into the open closet to change into his new uniform. He discarded the service uniform in the floor and put his Pip-Boy atop the chest of drawers, and stood there in his undershirt and underwear by the time Angel approached with the requested object. At first the robot offered it to its owner, but he urged it to hand the foot-long hollow structure to the ghoul instead. It also offered the deathclaw’s paw with tacit displeasure.
“Please tell me we’re not taking these with us,” it complained. “You really must rethink what you keep from the awful beasts that attack you.”
“How-- a deathclaw!” The desiccating clump of mostly bone fell in the floor rather into Sticks’s lap. He brandished the proboscis at him like a knife from where he sat. “No. No, there’s no way you’re standing in front of me alive.”
‘Choly was immune to the gesture, too absorbed in getting dressed again.
“You’re convinced I’m a ghost. Is that it? Maybe I am. It would explain a lot.”
‘Choly leaned nearer his reflection in the broken full-length mirror as he fastened the brass snaps of the high-collar charcoal shirt’s wide asymmetrical strapped placket. He adjusted how the piped edge sat around his neck. Already affixed was the colonel’s eagle. He straightened to scrutinize his transformation progress, and could only continue to wonder whether accepting the promotion was a mistake. Leaning against the frame of the closet door to steady himself, the matching slacks came next. He tucked in his shirt, then argued with his ammo case harness to get the belt through the loops and the suspenders in place. He dragged his combat boots over to the bed to sit and lace them up.
“I guess I’m just struggling with the reality,” Sticks admitted quietly, “that despite everything that’s happened to you, you could possibly still be alive. It’s my understanding that the majority of people who got into the vaults didn’t usually last more than a few years, for the variety of evil shit Vault-Tec did. Forgive me for having such a hard time imagining that you survived two centuries in one, and have somehow managed to keep from getting killed by the Commonwealth ever since, having to crash course it all first hand.”
“Didn’t do it alone.” He pointed at Angel, warming to a grin, and it brought him his Pip-Boy. He folded up his right sleeve and put it back on. “I had to repair Angel for a lot of reasons, you know. Damn if it’s not foolhardy as all abandon, though! You know raiders chopped off its one laser attachment, and even though it only had its saw and pincer, it still ran headlong toward that deathclaw to keep it from ripping up the settlers that the raiders had been trying to kill!”
“If I hadn’t done something, Mister Garvey would have had to contend with the monstrosity all on his own,” Angel stated humbly. “The power armor could have only done him so much good against something so large and so angry!”
“Settlers?” Sticks mumbled after a good moment, spacing out. “There’s settlers in Lexington? They’re not raiders?”
“One of them still fancies himself a Minuteman, if that means anything to you of their substance.” When the ghoul couldn’t help a bittersweet smile, ‘Choly chuckled and patted his knee. “All that happened in Concord, actually-- and they’re living in Sanctuary now, believe it or not!”
Any good humor fell right back out of the ghoul.
"You’re kidding me.”
“Serious. I told them the vault isn’t safe--and it’s not--but they’re--” ‘Choly’s mood soured in kind, himself haunted. “The old woman’s living in Jahani’s house. Jh-- Hhha--” He squinted tight, the words difficult as he tried to divorce his sense of self from what he was now wearing. “Why did the Gutsy earlier insist you’re not a civilian? Liv doesn’t seem especially against disclosing high-ranking military intel in front of you.”
“She hasn’t said anything around me I haven’t heard before,” the ghoul shrugged, unsure how to navigate the ghost seeming more distraught than he was. “And Deenwood doesn’t consider me a civilian because it still thinks of the Furriers as off-base reserve troops. And it considers me a Furrier. And a defector, too, I guess, if we’re being honest.”
Still in the fumes of recalling his ties to Jahani, ‘Choly got up from the bed to retrieve his remembrance poppies from the top of the chest of drawers in his closet, and leaned in the door frame to thread them onto the shirt he had on. He watched Sticks expectantly, hoping for elaboration. Sticks scrunched up his mouth to one side and decided to fold up the vault suit like he’d found it.
“I was the reason for the General’s last major meltdown. Fifty years ago, I nicked a Mark V Pip-Boy from the RobCo Towers. Thought if I had sophisticated enough tech, even I could hack my way on base. But I’m sure you remember that I am and always have been rubbish with computers. She caught onto me immediately. She hit Voire with a metric fuckton of Rad-I-Canned, and had me hunted down so she could throw me in a cell on base. Had my hand ripped off me, and she gutted my Pip-Boy and turned it into... this, as a way of guaranteeing that I couldn’t try to use it against her again.” He made a face at his glove prosthesis, and dropped his hands into his lap. “Still not totally sure how I managed to convince her not to experiment on me anymore than she did. But no, ‘Choly. I swear I wasn’t going through your shit. I had to come back here, and get Angel to start packing up so you wouldn’t lose anything important if she doesn’t let us back on base, and I was in here when it started packing up your closet, and--”
“Why don’t you think she’ll let us back on base?”
“--Because someone gave away the fact you and I knew each other prewar.” He couldn’t contain a glare toward Angel, who flinched in remorse. “I guarantee she suspects some kind of foul play. The fact she’s following through with your requests at all, as closely and correctly as she has, is suspect to say the least. Either she’s that desperate to keep you doing exactly what she wants you to do, or there’s something really, really wrong.” As ‘Choly fished the knee length white overcoat from the other garment bag and put it on, Sticks motioned for Angel to come back in the room from where it had withdrawn to the hall. “Angel, those are legit insignia things, right? You can scan ‘em and tell he’s Alan Carey? A colonel...?” He shuddered, haunted afresh. “Colonel. Good god almighty it just all comes so natural to you, doesn’t it.”
“Oh, yes, of course they’re genuine,” Angel reported, its ocular lenses combing over the nameplate, ribbon rack, and other various brass and silver insignias which all indicated his rank, branch, and tenure. “Though, I’m not certain as to the significance of this addition to your ribbon rack.”
‘Choly withdrew into the closet to conceal a snivel in adjusting his broad collar and fastening the buckling utility belt of the coat about his waist. It wasn’t that he was wearing a uniform--this was his uniform. He’d only had one commanding function during his last active duty, directing the administration and observation of the enlisted troops upon which Deenwood’s military chemists had experimented. But he wasn’t about to admit in the moment that his rank had never put him on the battlefield, and risk planting doubt in his ability to lead where he would need to.
“Please, do forgive me, gentlemen,” the robot continued, feeling like ‘Choly had been stewing in silence. “I don’t mean anything by it, that I refer to you as I was introduced to you. My programming was scripted before it was commonplace for people to change their last names, or omit using them altogether. I know it’s not just you, Mister Hawthorne, who’s nettled by it. Mister Carey can’t stand it either. Maybe it would be for the best, to permit Miss Francis to reset my imprint matrix.”
“She’s not touching your goddamn grey matter,” ‘Choly snapped, rolling his coat cuff as he had his shirt, and buttoning the first three covered buttons of its front. He slipped on the reinforced black leather gloves from its side pockets, and let out an agonized snarl as he punched out the closet mirror. Glass scattered all over the balding carpet. Breathing ragged, he turned in full posture to glare at Sticks. “And who do you think you are, to suppose what comes naturally to me?”
The ghoul shrank on the bed, unable to form a coherent response to the chemist’s apparent derangement. A knock came at the front door, and Angel excused itself to check on it.
“Was it a bad idea to encourage you into this?”
‘Choly’s head fell askew as his arms crossed his chest, incredulous.
“Too late to hesitate, don’t you think?”
“Miss Olivia is ready for us,” Angel reported, returning to the room. Its tendrils curled against its spherical body, recognizing the tension. “Let’s finish gathering the last of things so we can head out, shall we?”
“A fantastic idea,” ‘Choly agreed a little too sharply, despising the likelihood that, despite the duress and consequence of his transformation, today very will might be the last he’d ever step foot on the Deenwood Compound premises.
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I used to write down my feelings a lot and figured I’d do it again. You don’t gotta read, it’s very long haha but just needed to put it somewhere so. Under a read more because it really is super long and stupid
Well I’m here again, mid crisis at the ripe ol’ age of twenty seven. My head is all over the place, I’m feeling all sorts of things, all sorts of just…lost. And I thought to myself, what do I usually do when I’m feeling like this? And the answer to that is I used to write. I used to write a lot. I love writing, always have and always will. The sound of my fingers typing rapidly on my keyboard is music to my ears. I would hand write things, but more often than not my hand can’t keep up with my brain, whereas my average 80wpm typing speed is well efficient when it comes to trying to follow my train of thought. I was tempted to go back and edit what I’d written just now, but no. Not allowed. I just have to keep typing and typing until I feel some sort of…I don’t know, closure?
I feel lost. I feel trapped. I still feel like I’m sixteen and I think that’s what terrifies me the most. I haven’t really had the chance to grow up, to ‘become an adult’. What does that even mean? Who knows. I just know that I am not there. I have no clue how taxes work, haven’t had a stable job in…a long time. Still live at home with my parents, my two dogs, my three guinea pigs and three goldfish. Still in the same room, that’s been purple for a while now. Shelves still filled with plushies, fanart, kid things. So many kid things. Are adults allowed to have kid things? I don’t know, that idea plagues me. Am I allowed to be an adult and still have my corner bed, 500 pillows and soft toys to cuddle?
When I think of adults I think of minimalism, white, boring, the dreaded bed in the CENTRE of the wall (HOW IS THAT EVEN COMFORTABLE? DO PEOPLE NOT FALL OUT OF BED?). I think of business people, married people, people with kids, careers, nice clothes. The only thing I have is nice clothes. Can I still be an adult if the walls of my bedroom are bright purple? Or if most of the books I read are YA fiction and not like…self help books? (though I do have a couple of those lying around).
I’ve been trying to do the career thing for years and to no avail it seems. I’ve done two university degrees and do you think they got me anywhere? Not really. Why did no one tell me that employers care more about experience than they do about degrees? Or maybe people did and my stupid anxiety just made things difficult. Yeah alright lets be real it’s probably the anxiety holding me back in everything.
Anxiety about being good enough. That’s the big one. Do I ever feel good enough? Not really. That kinda sucks haha. I have plenty of useful skills, I am a hard worker, I wear my heart on my sleeve and I want to please to no end. But that hasn’t really gotten me anywhere. I’m always stuck. Stuck in the same spot with no clue of what direction to go in. I know where I want to be in the end. I want to have my own home, I want to be married, I want to have kids (biologically and adopted/fostered). I want to rescue animals and live on a farm of some kind. I want to be a successful business owner. I want to be a successful photographer and artist, maybe even a writer. I want to have enough money so I don’t have to worry about not being able to afford things. And I want more money on top of that to help as many people as I can. That’s all I want to do. I want to help. I want to help, I want to be successful, comfortable, and above all else I want to be happy and loved and to love.
So how do I get there? Well I need money. Money is the big issue with me right now. I’ve relied on government payments since I was old enough to start getting them. And there were a few times where I thought I could finally be independent, and they’ve all backfired on me. All of them. I don’t want to be on government payments for the rest of my life. I don’t want to have to depend on anyone other than myself for money. And it’s not like I’m flat broke right now either, I’ve been smart and saved. But when you don’t have a stable income you and everyone around you start to worry. So what do I do? Get a job? Wish it was that easy. I’ve been looking for work for years, and I’ve gotten maybe…two interviews? Oh and it’s not like I haven’t had a job before I’ve had a couple but that was back when I was in high school and just after. Nothing fancy, pizza shop, maccas, and a shopping centre activity stall.
My brain is starting to get tired now. It’s going quiet.
Hmm. Jobs. Right. The one thing everyone keeps bothering me about. I’ve bloody tried guys. “Just get a job to pay the bills” IT’S NOT THAT EASY. I’VE TRIED. You think I want to be like this? That’s why I studied so much. Because no one would give me a chance and hire me. And then I thought, you know what? Fuck it. I’m going to chase my dream. I’m going to get a degree in photography and have my own business and live my dream. And you know, I got the degree, I started the business. I got a couple of clients, got a bit of interest. My love for drawing came back, and I added that to my repertoire. I got commissions. I got bloody patrons, who support me every month. And I thought, you know maybe this could actually work.
But it’s never enough.
I was so excited to do my first artist alley. I had dreamed about doing it for years and years. And I finally did it. And to be honest, it sucked. I mean it also didn’t because I learnt a lot, but when you spend hundreds of dollars, hundreds of hours, so much bloody hard work to get there and to be ready, and you make $66 dollars overall, you kinda think well that didn’t work. Haha. That didn’t work at all. I thought I was good enough, you know? I really did. And you can see the light leave my eyes in the vlog that I made about the whole thing. I am completely and utterly defeated. I had sacrificed so much, I had put SO MUCH WORK, so much. I worked so hard. And right now it feels like it was all for nothing. I was lucky enough to get into a startup business program, which was my savior. I thought that’d help give me the boost I so desperately needed. And again, learnt a lot, got some financial support, but all in all I feel like I wasted so many peoples time and money.
And now I’m back at square one it feels like. Back to the beginning. Where I have no job, no booming business, and a stubbornness to not want to give up, but also feeling so defeated and so god damn depressed. I CRIED AT HARRY POTTER. I’ve seen those movies a hundred times over and I still bawled my eyes out when Cedric died. I’ve never done that before. I even forced myself to watch ‘A Dog’s Purpose’ so that I would cry, thinking that would help. I bawled. Felt a little better, but now I’m back to feeling like a heap of crap. I always come back to this place at some point or another. But this time feels like I just might not be able to get myself out of it. What a scary thought.
When will my time come? When will all my hard work finally pay off? I want to know, and so does everyone else around me. The constant ‘how is your business going?’ ‘oh something will happen’, WHEN? WHEN WILL IT HAPPEN? That’s another thing. What I make is never good enough for anyone. I myself have learnt that money at the end of the day isn’t the end all and be all. Of course people need money to live, but I don’t need that much right now to be comfortable and people just can’t get that into their heads?
I don’t need money. I don’t. But I do. God capitalism sucks. Capitalism can bite my big fat ass. And anyone who ever doubted me can too. Now I’m just mad. I’m mad that all I’ve done is be kind and work hard and it’s gotten me to feeling like shit. So now what? I booked Brisbane Supanova. Might as well kick the dead horse or whatever the saying is. Might as well try once more, and if that doesn’t work than that’s it. I think I’m done. But that’s not until November, and “I need money” between now and then. Blah blah. I hate money. Money can bite me too.
Come on, try and get your thoughts straight.
I’m tired. Yes I know, I’m sad too.
It’s not time to give up just yet. There’s still a little bit of fire left inside you somewhere. It’s small right now, but it can grow. I’m too stubborn to let it go out completely.
So what do I do now. What do I need to do to make things less shitty?
Find a way to get some sort of stable income. Look for work again (not that I think it’ll work but better try anyway). Work on new art pieces, add new stock to Redbubble, advertise the shit out of your awesome work. Do more free shoots to make a pretty portfolio just in time for Supanova. Sell some personal stuff if needed, we don’t need a lot of the stuff we have. Save those to sell when we really need it.
Go back to the gym. Just move more. I get real sad when I sit at my desk all day. Need to get away from the computer. Go for a walk, go to the beach, whatever it is. Just move. Get those endorphins. Feel good about yourself.
Still fat though.
Probably going to always be fat. That’s fine. Exercise, make healthier food choices. And god dammit stop eating so much sugar. Drink more water. Eat more fruit and not chocolate. Stop bingeing. It ain’t healthy. Alright. I’ll make a list, and I’ll try be healthier again. I do miss going to the gym. It makes me feel strong. I need to feel strong again. I will go back.
Still tying my self worth to what others think of me. Which isn’t ideal. Isn’t great at all. I’m constantly going between ‘ugh I hate everything that I am’, ‘who would ever love me like this’, and FUCK EVERYONE WHO DOESN’T APPRECIATE ME. It’s so constant. It’s so exhausting, knowing that my thoughts are being little bitches and yet I still can’t just…not listen? What is with that.
Oh my god. Can I still be an adult if I have blue hair?!
#long post#feelings#meh if this is annoying anyone just tell me what else to tag it with so ya'll dont have to see it#just needed to get some things out
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I wrote this for my friends in my Newsies group chat, the Disney Cryptids. Thanks Flamingo, Fuse, and Songbird for dealing with my nonsense, haha.
People do this kind of stuff, right?⤵⤵⤵⤵
Warnings: Probably some mild swearing
Genre: Fluff because I’m a sucker
Pairing: Finchy Boy (Tommy Boy/Finch)
Tommy Boy sighed heavily as he trudged down the sidewalk. He absolutely could not wait to get home to his apartment. The day had just sucked the life out of him and he wanted nothing more than to just curl up on the couch and watch tv or something. He'd had it. He'd been feeling pretty down lately and was desperately trying to fight it. He tried doing activities that made him happy, like dancing and singing. He watched funny comedians, he read books that he liked, he messaged his friends. Today though, it just wasn't helping. He'd stayed up too late the night before, even though he's much more of a morning person, which caused him to sleep in too late and almost miss his bus.
Thankfully, he at least got let out of class earlier than most days, which was a nice change. But then, the bus was obscenely crowded and he felt cramped and crushed for the whole 30 minute ride. In retrospect, it really didn't seem like enough to get someone so down, but he just felt fed up with the day. He didn't need to be feeling sad, he didn't need to be worrying about whether he was good enough at his hobbies, he didn't need to be worrying about graduate school, he didn't need to be worrying about whether this is what he actually wanted to do or if he was just wasting all this time in college. He didn't need to be sad, and he really didn't need to be stressing over his fucking future again. He just needed some fuzzy blankets, the couch, and some stupid Netflix program.
He let out an audible sigh when his hightops made contact with the familiar wood floor. What a goddamn relief to finally be home. He wiggled his fingers a bit, trying to warm them back up, before numbly shrugging off his coat and hanging it up. He sat down, untied his laces, and haphazardly kicked off his shoes, shoving them out of the way. He'd put them in the shoe cupboard later. He makes his way into the kitchen and decides that a warm beverage is exactly what his tired, sore, cold, and sleep-deprived body needed right now. Quickly changing into a hoodie, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks, he makes his way back into the kitchen. Instead of going for his usual coffee, which he has definitely been abusing, he pulls out a large mug and figures that cocoa is probably the better route today. Maybe this way, he'd actually go to bed at a decent hour and not "why the fuck am I awake" o'clock and "I'll hate myself in the morning" 30.
The microwave beeped, letting him know his water was done, and shaking him from his hardcore spacing out.Hot chocolate in hand, in an obligatory nerdy cup of course, he makes his way to the couch. Settling under a large pile of blankets, he grabs the remote, flips on one of the comedians he's seen too many times, and settles in for a long evening of decompressing. He wraps his hands tightly around his mug, trying to warm them up as he blows gently over the top, cooling off his drink. He sighs into his cup as he takes a sip, his eyes slipping close in bliss.
"Hey, I didn't know you were home."
His eyes open and he sees Finch standing next to the couch.He lets out a soft laugh. "I could say the same to you. Weren't you going to hang out with Al or something?"
Finch shrugs nonchalantly. "Nah, we both kinda agreed we weren't feeling it today."
Tommy Boy raises an eyebrow. "You're feeling drained too, huh?"
Finch laughs and nods. "I had a feeling that's what all the blankets were for. But yeah, man. It's been the longest week."
Tommy Boy wiggles a hand free and pats the empty space next to him. "Care for some cuddles and bad tv?"
Finch smiles and his shoulders visibly relax. "I thought you'd never ask." He flops back onto the couch and untangles a few blankets from Tommy, wrapping them around himself. "Holy shit, it's warm in here. You a human heater or something?"
Tommy Boy laughs, finally starting to feel his spirits lift. "I've been told that a few times, yeah. Here, I can donate some heat to your cause." He scoots closer to Finch and curls up into his side. "Woah! Damn, Finch! You're freezing!" He slides his arms around his waist to further envelope him with the warmth. However, as Tommy Boy was doing this, he was freaking out a bit on the inside. It wasn't like they hadn't cuddled before. They were super close friends and comfortable with each other. In fact, this was pretty normal for them. But dammit, of course it had to be different this time. Tommy Boy mentally scolds himself for falling for his best friend. He shakes his head slightly to clear away his thoughts.
"Better?" He asks, daring to look up at Finch.
Finch sighs contentedly and sinks into the couch a little further. "Definitely."
Tommy Boy smiles softly and turns his head back to the tv. A while later, Finch is gently tapping Tommy Boy's arm. "Hey, you have to let me up."
"What? Why? I'm so comfortable." He whines sleepily.
"I wanna show you something. Come on, TB." He laughs at the other's antics.
Tommy Boy lets out a long drawn out whine as he removes his arms from around Finch's waist.
"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine. I guess." He flops to the side and lets him up.
Finch comes back a moment later with his acoustic guitar, sitting back down on the couch in front of Tommy Boy. "I've been wanting to show you this for a while now. Pay extra attention to the lyrics, yeah?" Tommy Boy sits up, his interest effectively piqued. What really caught his interest though was when he started singing. A few verses in, Tommy Boy blinks a couple times in realization. No... It couldn't be. When Finch finished singing, he glances over at Tommy Boy almost looking... Nervous?
"Thoughts?"
"Was that a love song?" Tommy Boy asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Finch nods. "Yeah, actually. Wrote it for someone too."
Tommy Boy can't help the pit of jealousy he feels in his stomach, but he pushes it aside. "Really?" He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly. "Care to share?"
Finch playfully rolls his eyes. "Oh my god. It's you, you big idiot."
Tommy Boy sits straight up at that. "Wh... What? What did you just say? Is this a joke?"
"Would I be asking to kiss you if I were joking?"
Tommy Boy swears his heart is going to pound out of his chest. He barely manages to squeak out a quiet "You want to kiss me?"
Finch gives a small laugh. "Of course I do!"
Tommy Boy pauses for a moment before slowly reaching out, cupping Finch's face in his hands, and pulling him in for a kiss. His eyes close and he can't believe that he's finally getting to kiss Finch. When he pulls away, he smiles and says "Your song was great, by the way. Thanks for sharing it with me."
Finch absolutely beams and kisses his forehead. "Anything for you, TB. Now, how about we get back to those cuddles, huh? It's fucking cold." He shudders, rubbing his arms for warmth.
Tommy Boy barks out a laugh. "I'd be more than happy to help you out. Now get over here, you dork." He wraps his arms around his waist again, burying both of them in the blankets. "Can you sing for me again sometime?"
Finch raises an eyebrow, a shit-eating grin on his face. "If you agree to be my boyfriend, we can negotiate the terms of our agreement as needed. Deal?"
Tommy Boy copies Finch from earlier and rolls his eyes, before leaning in and kissing his temple. "Deal."
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I read this tweet that said "this guy was sitting on the floor of the gym on his phone and he looks up at me and goes "my girl has my location shared and i promised her i was gonna go to the gym more so now i just sit here and watch netflix". Which just screams sterek fic to me XD
Derek notices him the first time heshows up wearing jeans and a t-shirt, definitely not appropriateexercising gear. He’s correcting Mr. Wilson’s posture, buthe still sees the guy walking towards Erica, saying something that makesher laugh and then taking a seat at the lobby.
Derek figures he’s waiting forsomeone, so he just focuses on Mr. Wilson and lets the guy be.
Two days later the guy is back, thesame stupid smile on his face as he says hi to Erica and collapses onthe same chair, phone in hand. Derek frowns before Laura is callingfor his help with one of her exercises - his sister just doesn’tknow when to stop trying to gain muscle, god.
January and February are the busiestmonths, people who usually just run outside come into thegym to avoid the cold and the snow, so Derek doesn’t have the timeto wonder about the guy. But three weeks after the first time Dereknoticed him, Erica goes into labor.
She sounds calm when she calls Derekinforming him she won’t be able to make it, but five minutes afterBoyd leaves the gym in a hurry she calls Derek again, yelling about her husband not being there with her yet. Erica is his best friend andDerek’s going to be her daughter’s godfather, but damn - he coulddo without her screaming.
“Hey.” The guy comes into the gymwhen Derek is sorting through stacks of paper, taking care of thefront desk while Erica is probably yelling obscenities at thehospital. “Where’s Erica?”
“Having a baby.” Derek answers,arching an eyebrow when the guy’s eyes shine and he smiles.
“Oh, cool!” He yells,enthusiastically. “I like babies.” He says before taking his phone and starting to watch some video.
Derek’s eye twitches. “Areyou waiting for someone?”
The guy looks up, gives Derek anonce-over and shakes his head. “No.”
“Then why are you here?”
“My girl has my location shared andI promised her I was gonna go to the gym more so now I just sit hereand watch Netflix.” He smiles like that’s a completely normalthing that people do.
“Did Erica give you our wifipassword?” Derek takes a deep breath, tries to remember his friendis in pain right now.
“Yep.” He pops the ‘p’,not taking his eyes away from his phone. “We are buds.”
“Right.” Derek closes his eyes,rubs at his temples. “That will be 10 dollars.”
“What?” The guy all but jumps,dropping his phone on his lap. He licks his lips and Derek followsthe movement with his eyes, groaning inwardly. Figures the guy wouldbe hot - and have a girlfriend. With hands like that, of course hedoes. He bets those fingers can do things tosomeone. “I’m just using your wifi!”
“For free.” Derekstresses.
“I -” the guy sputters, trying tocome up with something, “I wanna talk to the owner!”
“You are.” Derek smirks, crossinghis arms over his chest. He tries not to laugh as the guy freezes.
“Ugh.” He takes hiswallet, slams a ten dollar bill on the desk. “And Ithought Erica was scary.”
“She is.” Derek smilestriumphantly. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just tell yourgirlfriend the truth?”
The guy snorts, humorless. “No.”
“Oh well,” Derek shrugs, “suityourself.”
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Erica laughs until she cries whenDerek lectures her about giving their wifi password to strangers. Hisglare is less effective when he’s holding a tiny cute baby in hisarms, but - well, Erica was always immune to his glare.
“His name is Stiles.” She informs, taking Bea from him. “He’s Scott’s friends, you know?The guy who works with Isaac.”
Derek does know him, Scott is a nicevet and a nice guy. Stiles - and what kind of name is that? - is not.
“He shouldn’t be lying to hisgirlfriend.” Derek states, just to have something to say. Boydcomes into the room and smiles softly at his wife. “And ifyou’re coming to a gym every other day, why don’t just try itout?”
“Not everyone likes lifting weightsas much as you.” Boyd points out, clasping Derek’s back andsmiling teasingly.
“Well,” Derek mutters, runningone finger over Bea’s nose, “I guess he doesn’t reallyneed much exercising.” Not that Derek was looking.
“Interested much?” Erica teases.
“He has a girlfriend.”
“So?” She smiles, taking Boyd’shand. “Boyd had a girlfriend when we met, now look at us.”She winks. “A house, lots of sex, one daughter.”
Ugh.
-
“Hey, Derek!” Derek groans, hideshis face further in his arms. “Woah, what happened to you?”
“Took Boyd out to celebrate.” Hemumbles. It’s been so long they went out, he had forgotten Boyddrinks a lot.
Stilessnorts. “Sucks being you.”
“Ha-ha.”Someone slams a door inside and Derek winces. “I hate my life.”
Aglass of water is placed in front of him and when Derek looks up,Stiles is smiling. “I heard it helps.”
Dereknods, slowly. “Thanks.” He says, watching as Stiles sits on thechair that Derek now thinks as ’Stiles’ chair’and takes his phone. “What are you watching?”
“MadMen?” He says. “Have you watched?”
“Thefirst two seasons, I think.” Derek drinks the rest of the water,thinking about the last time he sat in front of the TV to just watchsomething. Paperwork is a bitch.
“I’mstarting the third.” Stiles smiles. “You wanna?” He waves hisphone and pats the seat next to him.
Dereklooks at the stack of papers on the desk, his head still pounding.Fuck it. “Yeah, okay.” He sits next to Stiles and tries not tothink about how he smells so nice.
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It’s been two weeks since Erica hadBea and she’s still home. She came to the gym the week before tointroduce Bea to the rest of the staff, took one look at Derek’s deskand insisted she was ready to work. Derek only shook his head andsaid he could handle it – it’s a lie and they both know it, butErica has a baby to take care now. Derek can deal with a fewsleepless nights, mostly because he knows Erica is not sleepingeither.
“So what do you teach?” Stilesasks, leaning against the front desk and running his eyes over themess Derek spent most of the afternoon trying to sort.
“Everything.” Derek shrugs.“We’re a little short-handed since Erica is on her leave andJackson left without any explanation two months ago.” Even thoughJackson is an asshole and they’re much better without him, that meansDerek has to cover his shifts. Which also means less sleeping, moreworking. “And what do you do?Besides coming here and doing nothing, that is.”
Stilessnorts. “I work from home and I mostly do my own hours. Lucky me, Iguess.”
“Yeah,yeah.” Derek waves him off, pointedly not staring at his smile. Theattraction was easy to ignore when Stiles was just sitting therequietly, but now he’s decided they needto talk. It’s the worst – the guy couldn’t just be hot, he has tobe smart, cute and funny too. Cora is having the time of her lifeteasing him. “Here,” he hands Stiles a calculator and a list ofnumbers, “do the thing.”
“What?”Stiles fumbles with the paper. It’s stupidly cute. “Dude, did youforget I’m the one paying you?”
“You’redistracting me.” Derek says. “So shut up and do somethinguseful.”
“Rude.”Stiles mumbles, but he sits next to Derek and begins to work.
Stilesdoesn’t leave till Derek closes up and then practically drags him tothe coffee shop on the corner. It’s one of the best work days Derek’sever had.
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Stiles shows up next Monday wearingsneakers and sweatpants, it’s not what Derek would have chosen but itwill have to do. “No.” Derek doesn’t let Stiles sit, takeshis arm and drags him towards the room they use for yoga classes. “Doyou know how to stretch?”
“What.” Stiles blinks. “Ofcourse I do, but what - “
“Then stretch.”
“But I don’t want to!” Stileswhines. “Can’t I just go back to watching Black Mirror on myphone?”
“Nope.” Derek smiles. “Newpolicy: you’re in my gym, you do what I say. Stretch.”
Stiles groans, but do as Derek said.He alternates between complaining and glaring, but Derek doesn’tmind. He’s enjoying himself watching Stiles suffer. This hasnothing to do with the way his arms look. Or his ass.
Shit, that’s a nice ass.
“Are we done?”
“As if.” Derek smirks, dragginghim to the treadmills. “Ten minutes, then let’s see what youcan do with the weights.”
“Nothing!” Stiles complains. “I’mweak! I do computer programming and I never leave my apartment! Iplayed lacrosse in high school and I only watchbaseball on my TV, please stop torturing me.” Derek snorts, makingStiles glare at him again. “You’re an asshole.”
“I know.” He turns around. “Tenminutes.”
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Even though he complained for thefirst ten or fifteen minutes, Stiles is surprisingly good atfollowing instructions. Derek makes him do pull ups, works histriceps and his legs with different exercises and finishes withanother ten minutes at the treadmill.
“I’m dead.” Stiles says whenthey are done. “You killed me, I hate you. Where’s Erica?”
“Still taking care of her baby.”Derek shrugs, looking down so not to give into the urge to lick at astray drop of sweat running down Stiles’ neck. “You know youcan change instructors, right? Maybe you’d prefer Cora?” Hepoints at the far end of the gym, where Cora is yelling at Danny topress harder. Stiles visibly shudders.
“Yeah, no.” He sighs. “Thanks, though.” Stiles scratches at the back of his neck. “Iactually need to start doing stuff, I’m just too lazy to admit.”He smiles shyly, and Derek feels himself flushing red.
“I’m doing this for yourgirlfriend.” Derek says, turning around to mess with some neatlyorganized papers, just so he can have something to do with his hands.
“Yeah,” Stiles starts, “shebroke up with me, like - weeks ago.”
“Oh?” Derek turns, feels hisheart begin to beat faster. “Why did you keep coming, then?”
“I don’t know.” Stilesshrugs. “I guess I just like it here.” It’s Stiles’ turnto look away. “When you’re not making me exercise or helpout with the bills, you’re actually nice.”
“Oh, I –” Derek swallows hard,tries to hide his blush, “thanks, I guess.” He’s so bad at this,no wonder he’s still single. Sometimes people come into the gym andstart hitting on him and Derek only finds out days later, when Ericacalmly explains at him that ‘no, Derek, she didn’t actually need helpstretching, she just wanted your hands on her’.
“You’re welcome.” Stiles says,looks down at his phone and then up at Derek again. “I guess I haveto go. Unless, you want me to stay? Help you out some more?” Hesmiles, tentative.
Derek licks his lips, looks away.“Nah, it’s fine.” He shrugs. “I – you go ahead. I – uh, seeyou tomorrow?” He risks a glance at Stiles and sees him nod slowly, almost disappointed.
“Sure.” Stiles says, pocketinghis phone. “See ya.” Derek watches him walk away with one lastwave, follows him with his eyes as Stiles gets on his Jeep. Hedoesn’t turn on the engine, though, just stays there, hands on thesteering wheel, breathing in and out.
Derek doesn’t know what does it –if the look on Stiles’ face or if he’s just too tired after all thistime wanting and wondering– but one minute he’s watching Stiles mutter something to himselfand the next he’s sprinting across the room and towards Stiles’car. “Stiles!” He knocks on the window, watches as Stiles’ faceturns surprised and smiles. “I – do you wanna go on a date? Withme? Tonight?”
Stilesblinks and then he grins, brightly. “Of course.” He says. “Ithought you’d never ask.”
“In mydefense,” Derek says, smiling back, “I thought you had agirlfriend.”
“Fairenough.” Stiles concedes. “But in my defense, you lookreally cute when you’re tired and that’s just really unfair.”
Dereklaughs, leaning over the window to press a kiss against Stiles’cheek. “Meet you at the coffee shop in two hours?”
Stilesbrings one hand to rest over the spot Derek just kissed, eyesshining and a beautiful smile on his face. “I’ll see you there.”
–
Even afterthey start dating, Derek keeps making Stiles exercise but less at thegym and more at home. On his bed.
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Detroit: Become Human | Chapter VIII
Chapter I - Chapter II - Chapter III - Chapter IV - Chapter V - Chapter VI - Chapter VII - Chapter VIII - Chapter IX
Fandom: Detroit Become Human (of course)
Pairing: Connor x Reader
Word Count: 1,991
Author’s note: I’m so sorry to have taken so long to post this new chapter! Last week have been a little difficult and during the weekend I was away from my computer. Thank you so much for your patience!
As always, English is not my first language so excuse my grammar and my repetitions.
You met Hank at Jimmy's bar, his favorite spot to get drunk. You were sitting in a rounded table in a corner drinking your third round of beer.
"So, what is it?" Asked Hank. "We've been here for an hour and still haven't said a word."
He was waiting for you to speak but since you have been drinking your previous beers in silence he started to get impatient.
"I don't know..." You sighed. "I don't know what to think anymore..."
You held your beer tighter and Hank waited for you to continue.
"I- I believe that deviants... Are really alive..." You confessed surprised by your own words. "Could it be that their AI has evolved to that point? To develop a consciousness..."
Hank gazed at you with attention waiting to see what you say next.
"All the cases we have seen... I just see people in an unfair situation that they had to take drastic decisions to free themselves." You took a sip of your beer. "We might have done the same in their situation! And we are just chasing them like animals!"
You hit the table with your empty bottle.
Hank took it from your hand and commanded another round.
"That's not everything, right?" he said giving you a new beer. "It's about Connor."
You frowned staring at the table remembering how he just pursued Fitz.
"You see him more than a machine." He added.
"He is a fucking idiot! That is how I see him!" you blurted bothered.
"My God, you sound like an angry wife!" he mocked you. "What did he do?"
"He just chased my Android Fitz..." you drink from your bottle. "He was my only friend since I came here... Strange right? That I consider an Android a friend?"
You raise your eyes to Hank but he just looked you back.
"Fitz was waiting at home for me, he wanted to talk. Androids don't want anything, except, if they have deviated from their program." You took a sip of your beer. "After that deviant speech, he must have wake up. He wanted to ask me if I let him go free... Well, I guess since that stupid bastard started to hunt him!"
"And what happened?"
"Luckily he got away." You drank from your bottle and remained silent in your thoughts.
"And what about Connor?" Insisted Hank.
"I don't care about that bastard..." You spat out not looking at him.
You were so bothered by what he did that hearing his name made you angry.
"That's not true." Hank stated. "You care for him more than you want to make me believe. You see him more than just a machine."
You bit your bottom lip, you knew what he said was true. You cared for him so much.
"I have seen you looking at him." Continued Hank. "How you care for him. That's not what you do with your vacuum cleaner."
You remained silent for a few seconds. You felt a lump in your throat but you had to talk, you had to take it out of your head.
"I- I want him to be more than just a machine... Sometimes, I think... I think he is so much more, for what he says and what he does... Sometimes I think I want him to become deviant... But I can't let him do that..." you took a long sip.
"What will happen if he does?" He dare to ask.
"I- I can't let it happen... I have been working on him those past three years. We have worked so much to prevent him to deviate..." You justified yourself. "And now, all I want is him to deviate. To free himself. To act as he believed he had to act." You looked down your hands on the table, your voice was trembling and you felt a heavy pressure on your chest. "If he becomes a deviant... I will have to report him... And... They will destroy him..."
You covered your face with your hand when you felt tears starting to fall down your cheeks.
"Do you love him?" Hank suddenly asked.
You raise your head looking at him surprised. You didn't think about that. But his question made you realized something: you were not indifferent to him, you actually appreciated his company and, you still didn't really know why you kissed him, being completely drunk wasn't an answer for you. You knew you wouldn't do that to anyone. But to love Connor? He was an Android in the end, even if you started to see him as something more...
A few hours later, Hank was unlocking your apartment door helped with your hand. You were completely drunk and he was holding you by your waist trying to keep you in balance.
"Where is your room?" He asked you once inside.
You raised your arm pointing to your room. You couldn't say any word, you felt that if you talked you would start throwing up and you have already been through this and you hated it, all of it.
Hank holding you took some steps in the direction you pointed him when Connor emerged from your office.
"Fucking Jesus Christ, Connor!" Hank exclaimed holding his chest. "You scared the shit out of me!"
"I'm sorry." He apologized tilting his head. "I didn't expect you neither. This is Dr. L/N apartment."
"That's why I am here." He protested. "Special delivery!"
Connor analyzed you, he could easily tell you were drunk, and he noticed your red eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Asked Hank leaving you on your bed.
Connor remained silent thinking the right answer."I was waiting for Y/N." He just said.
Hank stared at Connor, then looked back at you.
Hank was worried, he saw you so down earlier, and he didn't like to see you getting completely drunk for your worries. You were too young to follow his path. This Deviant case was too much for you.
"I'll leave her to your care." Hank announced.
Hank got close to Connor and tapped his shoulder.
"She is a good girl. Take good care of her." He said before leaving.
Connor stood a few seconds trying to catch the meaning of Hank's words but he couldn't find it. He then got close to you and helped you get properly inside your bed. You were totally passed out. Your lips moved a little like you tried to speak but no intelligent sound left them.
Connor covered you with the blanket and noticed the trace of tears on your cheek.
He removed a lock of hair from your face and caressed your skin.
"Y/N..." He whispered.
But you didn't reply. You were deeply sleeping. Those tears bothered him. He saw you earlier crying when he chased your deviant Android and he felt bad about it, being himself the cause of so much distress. Something inside him made him feel bad about hurting you or seeing you hurt.
Were you crying now with Hank? And what was the reason? Was because what he did earlier? His eyes locked into your lips remembering the last time you got drunk how you kissed him.
Connor closed his eyes and when he realized it, he was joining his lips to yours. He got away surprised touching his own lips being unable to understand why he did that.
When you woke up a thousand drums started in unison in your head.
Fuck, you were tired of this shit. It would be better if you stop drinking, at least, that much. How Lt Anderson managed it? The sensation was horrible to handle it every damn day.
You got out of your bed holding your head and you went into the living room. On the coffee table, there was your breakfast freshly made. You were confused, you remembered Fitzwilliam getting away freely. Could he come back?
You ran to the kitchen to see if he was there, but the kitchen was empty. You stare into the emptiness of the place looking for a trace of him, holding yourself. Damn, who would imagine it? Missing an Android so much. But you knew, Fitz was dared to you. You hope everything will be all right for him. You would have loved to talk to him as a free Android. To know how he felt all those years he had been with you, serving you. Did he hate you for that? You tried to treat him well, but at the end, he was always taking care of you and fixing all your messes.
"Good morning, Y/N." You heard Connor's voice behind you.
Startled, you turned at him with your hand on your chest to prevent a cardiac arrest.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" You asked him inquisitory.
You still were mad at him.
"I- I'm sorry, Y/N." He apologized a little taken aback. "Didn't mean to scare you."
"That's not what I mean." You insisted. "Why are you here? In my Apartment."
His eyes roamed from you to the floor like a kid that is being scolded.
"I- I didn't want to leave you alone...." He confessed looking shyly at you.
"Not chasing my Android away would have been a nice start." You threw it with bitterness going to the living room to take your coffee.
Connor stood there in the same place. If you had looked at his face you could see he was hurt.
"I'm sorry, Y/N..." he followed you to the living room and stood in front of you. You already sat on the couch a drank the coffee. "I- you know how I am programmed..."
"I don't need you to remind me." You took a sip of your mug. "Actually, that's your fucking Problem. You always do what you are programmed to do without thinking if it is good or it is bad. Like Fitz for example, what had he done? Nothing! He was innocent and you just chased it away!" Connor just stared at you. "Or the Eden Club girls! They were defending themselves from people who were beating them, and what Connor did? He killed them!"
Connor was getting confused by moments. His LED started to blink.
You stood up and went close to him staring into his eyes.
"Do you really think that all we have done, all you had done is good? Is it the correct thing to do? Because I really don't think so."
Connor LED was completely yellow processing all you were saying and he had a hard time to understand everything.
"I'm going to take a shower." You dismissed him heading to your bathroom.
Under the hot water you though, you thought about what you just said to Connor, maybe you were to harsh on him, but you were so bothered about Fitz... He was like a friend to you and you didn't know where it went.
Deviants... Were they really a menace? Fitz wasn't dangerous, he had always done what you told him and when he woke up after the deviant speech, he was just waiting for you to talk about it. Everything spun so fast in your head and with your hangover you couldn't think straight.
But you suddenly got an idea.
You ran out of your shower covering yourself with the towel."Connor!" You called him.
He turned to you and roamed his eyes from tip to toes from you, covered by only a tiny towel, winking like processing the information.
You were busy getting rid of the knot in your hair to notice that."I need you to find me where Elijah Kamski lives." You asked him. "And when you'll get the address, call Hank!"You went to your room to dress. Maybe it was useless but Elijah Kamski was the founder of Cyberlife, the father of Androids, he left Cyberlife years ago but with all the work he had done he might know something about deviants.
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Finally done with this one! Huff puff!
Part 1 can be found here!
Anyway, let’s jump onto this ride! (I love fluff okay!? Fluff and angst… but mostly angst xD)
Adult!Maxvid!AU - Part 8 (forgetting is hard, though everyone is trying):
im so fucking borrreeeeeeeddddd…
David blinked, staring at his phone. Max wrote to him, the very next day after meeting at Gwen’s!
He felt a flutter of happiness sparkling in his chest as he answered and the pocketed his phone, so the kids in his class wouldn’t get a glimpse of the foul language.
Through the day they exchanged few more messages. David scolded Max for writing during classes, but to be honest he was kinda… happy Max wrote to him.
It felt like some part of their friendship was back.
David was still kinda stressed. There was this something thumping at the back of his head whenever he opened Max’s messages and he hoped it would disappear with time.
Though there were times where his mind still couldn’t comprehend what had happened.
The first time David saw Max picking up Little Star after that night, he was kinda nervous, but the meeting went smoothly. However David kinda could feel the tension in the air.
But they talked and this was what mattered.
And like that passed two weeks, with the tightness in David’s throat getting smaller and smaller with every short meeting and another message on his phone.
(Back to Max) ->
It felt amazing, Max concluded, to be able to write once again with David. Nikki immediately noticed his better mood.
Max still felt guilty, of course, but mostly he was happy.
Though he would deny feeling it, if someone asked him! Fucking no, nu-huh!
Nikki was still teasing him, like fricking a lot! Everything started to move to its rightful place. Well, almost everything.
David didn’t ask him to come over to his house. And well, Max couldn’t really blame him? Because the last time Max had been there he had had the best night of his life. But it hadn’t been the best night of David’s life. And he probably regretted it on so many levels.
(It hurt him, but he couldn’t really blame David)
Talking with David via messages on phone was fine. Seeing him for few short minutes during the week was fine.
(No, it wasn’t, but he couldn’t really do much about it.)
So like that passed two weeks, then another one. The weekend rolled and Max found out that he was out of food. What the fuck!?! He had bought a lot of it few days ago!
(But yeah, one night Nikki had eaten everything from his fridge)
So this was how Max found himself – outside the store with at least five bags and a fucking storm roaming around.
Fuck. And he didn’t have an umbrella! But maybe if he could run…
- thunder cracked dangerously close –
…No can do.
So Max stood there, outside the supermarket and damn! his hands started to hurt. Plus his meat! He needed to put it in a fridge (it was on a promotion, so Max doubted it could live long outside of a fridge)
What to do? Maybe he should call a taxi? But ugh… the money. Plus –
He took out his phone. Yep, it was dead. Great…
This wasn’t his day, fuck –
“Max?”
Max blinked and turned his head.
Shit, it was David, standing there, and Max’s heart leaped so high into his throat that it was almost painful.
“Oh…” Max said, and fuck he wasn’t sure how he managed to sound deadpanned, but he somehow did it. “Hey David.”
“What are you doing here?” David asked, stepping closer to him. He himself had few bags in his hands.
“Shopping, duh?” Max answered, trying to sound casual and as Max as he could, but damn, he was nervous.
David blinked, but instead of getting offended by his tone, he chuckled softly.
Damn, fuck his heart, fuck everything.
“I meant here, outside.”
Ohhhh… damn.
“It’s raining like batshit fucking crazy and I don’t have an umbrella. Plus I kinda don’t want to be killed by a thunder.” And just like on cue another lightning struck through the dark, gray sky and the sound made even David flinch. “Yeah, that.”
“Oh.” David mumbled, looking past Max’s shoulder at the rain cutting through the air with a strict precision.
They stood there for few minutes, staring at the heavily drizzling water pouring from the sky. Max moved his weight from one leg to another, to move it back few seconds later. He could see David stealing glance after glance at him, few times opening his mouth, but still with no words coming out.
Just say what you want to say!
It took David another minute or so, before he opened his mouth:
“Do you want to go to my house?” David asked, slowly, hesitantly, unsure and there was something at the end of this sentence that made Max flinch. Some particle of fear.
However Max turned to David with wide eyes and hope blooming in his chest and found himself asking:
“Are you sure?”
There was an unspoken question, a hidden agreement, a covered understanding of the situation.
David stared at him and Max could almost see hundred or thousand of different thoughts flying through his mind.
It felt like eternities passed before Max heard a reply.
“Yeah.”
Max glanced at the rain.
“We need to run to get there. You are aware of that?”
“Yes, but it’s better to run for five minutes, than stand here for God knows how long.” David added with a smile. “Plus it’s starting to get cold.”
“That is true.” Max said, feeling his fingers getting quite chilly.
There was another beat of silence. Max opened his mouth, feeling the eagerness seeping into his voice.
“So we’re running?”
“Yeah.” David answered breathlessly.
And so they jumped out from under the roof of the supermarket and ran to David’s house.
Max would deny it till the end of his life, but he could feel himself smiling, especially as he heard David giggling behind him. That slow poke.
Even though they maybe ran for four or so minutes, when they reached David’s house they were still soaked.
Max was still kinda stressed when David was taking out the keys to put them in a lock. Thousands of memories were running through his mind, but he tried to push them all back and down.
“Put your things in the fridge if you want. I’ll be right back.” David said, after he took off his shoes, and glanced at him.
Yet there was some strained tone at the end of this sentence and some robotic rhythm to David’s steps as he moved to his own room.
Max put few ingredients in the fridge and then waited for David in the kitchen, taking a first good look at the apartment after what had happened between them. It looked the same – he remembered every book on the shelf, every plant, every stain on the couch – and yet Max felt like he was staring at it for the very first time.
“Here.” David said and then threw something on his head, blocking his sight. “Dry your hair so you won’t catch a cold.”
Oh a towel.
David himself had a fluffy white towel on his hair.
Max started to brush his hair with the towel, observing David from between his wet locks as he moved around the kitchen, busying himself with hiding food in the fridge and cupboards. His movements still weren’t relaxed, there was some hidden tension, some stress pulling strings inside his body, a lagging program directing his movements.
Max couldn’t really blame him, but some part of him was deeply hurt.
Ten minutes later the rain was still pouring heavily outside. David was about to put the eggs away, but he glanced at the window and bit his bottom lip.
“Do you want to stay for dinner?”
Max turned around, from his position near the sink, to stare at David who was in front of the opened fridge. He played with the box of eggs, tilting it and then twirling around.
(He was selfish)
“It depends on what you’re making.”
David glanced at the eggs and then at the fridge, only to finally turn to Max.
“Spaghetti Carbonara?”
Max shrugged.
“Sounds edible enough.”
At that David chuckled softly under his nose and put the eggs on the counter.
After that they worked mostly in silence. The radio in David’s kitchen accompanied them with a soft tune of old songs. After some time David started to hum the lyrics or the rhythm. It was awkward at first, with the tense atmosphere, but it was dissolving slowly, step after step, diluting the thickness around them.
They started even a small conversation.
When they finished making food, they sat in the living room on two different couches with the turned on TV and plates on their laps. Just like they had used to. They ate while watching some random movie – with the rain outside turning into a drizzle, only to finally stop pouring altogether.
When they finished eating, Max washed the dishes, glancing at the window and David few times.
“I should be going.”
“Already?” David asked, looking up from his place on the couch.
“Yeah.”
David clearly wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable around Max, and he didn’t want David to feel like an outcast in his own home, so he decided to return to the dorm. He was just happy David asked him over in the first place.
Max packed his things from the fridge and then moved to the door.
“Will you message me after returning to your room?”
It was dark outside, but it wasn’t even nearly late.
“Sure.” Max said, putting on his scarf and grabbing his groceries. “Take care.”
“You too.”
And with that Max went out.
He messaged David when he returned to the dorm, because when he had forgot to do it last time, David had sent him like five messages later. Plus Max didn’t want to worry him.
(Stupid heart, making him do stupid things)
(Back to David ->)
David was kinda glad Max went out, but he was also like fricking sad by it and he wasn’t sure how to deal with two so different emotions. He wasn’t as comfortable around Max as he used to – which was dumb, because he knew Max wouldn’t simply jump on him. Though he couldn’t stop the stress from forming in his stomach.
But David was also sad, because he hated spending time alone. The house was too empty with only him inside, too lonely, too hollow – even with the radio always turned on and plants or flowers put in every possible place.
Gladly soon after his phone pipped up happily and David quickly grabbed it, mouth twitching into a soft smile after seeing that Max got safely to his dorm.
So time slowly moved forward, with the invisible, awkward atmosphere around them dissipating slowly.
Two weeks later, he made quite too big dinner (but come on, he had to use those tomatoes, other way they would turn bad) and even though he was still kinda nervous about all of that had happened, he messaged Max if he wanted to come over to eat.
Max answered few minutes later, asking if he could bring Nikki over. That idea was a little soothing.
They came over not even fifteen minutes later, with Nikki busting into his house like she owned this place.
“David, my man, free food! Sign me the fuck up!” She shouted, kicking her shoes, not even sparing a glance where they were landing.
David chuckled at that, especially as the girl was already next to him, trying to eat the meat from the pot and he had to swat her hand away.
“Ah ah! Few more minutes!”
So Nikki and Max sat at the table and started chatting about their Uni life, telling David bizarre stories from their dorm. Some of them were funny and some utterly terrifying. David loved every one of them.
And oh, his house felt so much better with someone inside.
Soon after they were eating the food and enjoying a simple evening.
But Nikki wouldn’t be Nikki, if she didn’t ask if David had alcohol. At that David twitched, even though he didn’t want to, with eyes flickering to Max for a brief second.
It was okay, it was okay, it was okay…
“No, Nikki, I’m sorry…” David said, with an apologetic smile on his lips. “Gwen is usually the one with alcohol in her house.”
“Shame.” Nikki said, laying down on the table. “Next time we’re going to Gwen for free food, Max.”
“Why the fuck would I go to Gwen’s house again?”
“For free food! And alcohol!”
Max groaned and then glanced at David, like he was searching for help, but David could only chuckle in reply and shrug.
In the end David enjoyed the evening and soon after he even forgot all about feeling uncomfortable.
Heh, maybe the situation between him and Max wasn’t the worst.
(Back to Max ->)
“Nik, this is literally the worst…”
“What is the worst?” Nikki asked, popping a giant bubble from a bubblegum and almost getting it all over her face.
“David is the worst…” Max grumbled.
“David? I think he is cool! He gave us free food! Like in free and in food, two best things in life!”
“I know… and that’s why he is the worst…”
“Because he did something nice?”
“He is always doing something nice!” Max slapped his hand over his face and dragged it down. “Even after I acted like a fucktard.”
“Hmm fucktard is a pretty fitting word here.” Nikki stated, grinning like crazy and blowing another bubble.
Even though Nikki was kinda or totally right, Max still popped her bubblegum balloon.
“Hey, rude!” Nikki yelped and then slowly started to get rid of the pink gum in her hair. “I mean, he is definitely trying to get your friendship back, that is for sure. Which I think is really nice.”
“That is the problem!”
“Erm David being nice is a problem now? I’m confused!”
“Yes!” Max threw his hands in the air. “Because by him being nice I feel like I l…” Oh, he bit his lip in time.
“Like you like him more and more?” Nikki added, grinning from ear to ear.
Max flushed bright red and turned his head away.
There were few minutes filled with silence as they moved slowly through the quiet and almost empty city.
“I know he is trying hard to get… whatever friendship we had…” Max mumbled, feeling his chest constricting with every word leaving his lips. “But I don’t want that…”
He thought he did, he thought. But he was wrong. So, so very wrong.
“I don’t wanna be friends. I want…” Max took deep breath, combing his hand through his black, curly locks. “I want to be something… more?”
Nikki blew another giant bubble and then asked:
“Does David even know what you feel towards him?”
“No, I don’t… think so…”
Nikki hummed loudly, smacking her lips.
“Well… maybe it’s not the worst situation right now.”
Max glanced at her, kinda perplexed.
“I mean, if he knew, he could get… scared after you two fucked.” Max flinched internally, but there was some kind of a thread of truth intertwining with Nikki’s words. “But he doesn’t know that, so maybe not all hope is lost?” Nikki then ruffled her hair. “I don’t think I make much sense, but well, have you considered trying to be something more now? Like I dunno, I know being nice isn’t your best trait, but maybe do that but like more?” She then huffed and let her hand drop. “Do you even get what I want to say?”
“I think I got the gist of it.” Max murmured, even though he wasn’t sure really.
“It’s just… I’ve seen you dealing with this for few years by now. If you don’t do something, nothing will change.”
There were few steps filled with silence, until Max slowly opened his mouth.
“What if this doesn’t work?” He licked his lips. “What if David doesn’t… like me back, even though I will try?”
“Well, you definitely won’t know until you try.” Nikki shrugged. “But hey, if something like this happens… it’s still a problem for future you, so why should you worry about it now?”
Indeed, why?
Until they reached the dorm they didn’t move this topic anymore. They said their goodbyes and moved to their separate rooms.
Later Max laid down in his bed for few more minutes, maybe even full hour, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what Nikki had told him. Because she was right. He never had done anything with his crush – he just had left it there and had hoped it would disappear. But it hadn’t disappeared. It simply had grown and transformed into something that wasn’t a childish crush anymore.
And it gnawed at Max, it nibbled at his consciousness, because damn he had enough. He had enough of wanting to do something and not being able to. It didn’t have to be anything sexual, fuck, it was even pretty low on the list of things he wanted. He wanted this normalness that came with being with someone – being able to hold their hand, feeling them smiling at you, feeling the warmness spreading over your heart whenever they would peck your cheek.
Feeling that you were alive and loved.
(God, he sounded cheesy!)
But he never had done anything with it. He just had swept his feelings under a carpet and had ignored them, hoping that they would disappear. But they hadn’t and he was tired of pretending they weren’t there.
These few weeks without David – without his cheesy and warm messages, without him hanging with Max, doing nothing and talking about everything and nothing at all in the same time – were terrible and… damn…
He had to do something, because fuck… he wanted this.
Because Nikki was right – doing nothing won’t change a thing.
So Max grabbed his phone, brushed his finger on the screen and clicked David’s name in the contact list.
thanks for the food
No, not enough. Something more.
g’night, you doofus
Maybe it wasn’t much, but it still made Max’s heart thrum heavily inside his chest. Especially when few seconds later he received a reply.
No problem :) :) :) Sweet dreams, Max :D
Yeah, he wanted to try.
Lol, nothing happened in this part, why it took me so long to write this xDDDD? But idk, I like the slow paced story~ Anywayyyyyyyy, stay tuned for Max actually trying!?! What!?
#Maxvid#Mavid#Adult!Maxvid!AU#my art?#my stories?#Lol I'm not sure if I finish it actually#But I'll write it#Also probably gonna forget about it for a while#I'm sorry xDDD
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