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probably-writing-x · 4 years

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Slowed Response.

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Request by anon: Can you do a Harrison fic please where he doesn’t realize that he likes her when she told him and it’s all angsty but with a happy ending??❤️

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Finding old photos and videos on your phone was always a nostalgic moment. You did it all the time and scrolled back through your camera roll to look through all of yours forgotten memories. It didn’t really seem like much more than that today as you passed time in the flat on your own.

That was until you stumbled upon more and more photos and videos of the boy you’d been trying to forget.

Allow me to backtrack.

You and Harrison had been friends for years, having met him, Tom and Tuwaine when you were all at the Brit School. You’d quickly become close friends with all of them. It had been that way ever since. Though, something along the line had always been different with you and Harrison. You’d always just been a little closer with him than you were with the other two. He’d just always been that one person in your life. That one that knew literally everything there was to know about you. The one who picked you up when you were feeling low, who knew all of the right things to say when everyone else was saying everything wrong. He was Harrison. And, in him, you’d found everything good there was to find in a person. You weren’t quite sure when your heart had twisted that into anything more than a good friendship.

There are far too many videos that melt your heart into more unfixable pieces as you scroll back through. One of all four of you on holiday and were dancing by the pool. Harrison had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and starting off the boys’ attempt to throw you into the water. You’d somehow managed to pull him in with you and both of you ended up in stitches.

The next video was oddly enough one of your favourite ones of him. It was from when you’d first moved into your flat, when you’d managed to successfully achieve your goal of living in your own London property. He’d been so proud of you for your accomplishment. And he’d been there to get the keys with you. Later that day, he’d sent you a short video of him grinning in your new place along with a message about how excited he was for you to have your own place - he’d told you he was already planning your first mega movie night and had already found some great places for hide and seek.

Instead, you now lay on the couch in that flat completely on your own. It had been two weeks since you’d confessed how you felt to Harrison and you hadn’t even spoken to him since then. You’d thought you were good at handling rejection, especially as an actor. But clearly that rejection coming from your best friend was a completely different experience. He’d tried to make things better, defending his uncertain reactions to try to ease the pain in your eyes. You’d left before he could try to explain himself anymore. It wasn’t worth putting yourself through any more pain.

Since then, Tom, his brothers, Tuwaine, even Charlotte, had been ringing you relentlessly to try to get some sort of contact from you. You’d instead reply to their missed calls with a text to tell them you were fine and that you just needed some space. It wasn’t worth anything more than that. Nobody of them would be able to tell you what you wanted to hear. And that one conversation with Harrison had already given you enough of things you never wanted to hear again. He felt so guilty, so gut wrenchingly awful for having to reject you. That’s what made it even worse. It just felt like he didn’t have it in him to feel that way for you. It was nothing to do with you. It was just not something he felt.

You didn’t realise how many times you’d replayed that same video of him in your flat until you flinch at the sound of someone at your door. Maybe it was just a neighbour - probably requesting that you stop crying at 3am, or leaving Netflix on overnight because they can hear it from next door. Though, when you drag yourself from the sofa and go to open your apartment door, it’s Tom stood on the other side.

“Hey,” He sighs as he sees you, “Somebody let me in downstairs, I didn’t know if you’d let me in otherwise.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re not the friend I confessed my love to and then got rejected by!” Sarcasm seemed like a good way of dealing with things recently, or all of the time for that matter.

He wants to laugh but the words are too heavy to find any sort of jovial response, “I brought smoothies?”

You smile a little, “Then you may enter.”

Tom smiles and steps into your flat, still clean despite your low mental state.

“Sorry I’ve been a bit... absent,” You comment, fiddling with the waistband of your joggers, “I just needed some space.”

“Yeah, no, I know. It feels weird not having you at the house all the time,” Tom mentions as he sits down on the side of the couch that had been claimed as his from the start.

“Just because you need people there to make sure Tuwaine doesn’t burn the house down,” You roll your eyes, taking a drink from the smoothie he’d handed to you. Your favourite, thankfully.

Tom swallows the lump in his throat, “I’ve barely seen Harrison.”

You look up and frown, “Where’s he gone? I thought he was staying with you guys.”

“He is,” Tom scoffs, “That’s the problem. The boy’s practically confined himself to his room. He won’t really talk much, eats upstairs, sleeps in late. It’s like he’s punishing himself or something.”

“For what?”

“He knows he hurt you, (Y/n).”

“However I feel isn’t anything that he can control, he can’t feel guilty for not feeling the same way,” You shake your head, “He’s just confused, I’m sure.”

Tom sets down his drink and shifts in his seat, and you know this is about to be a moment where he shares some level of advice that is meant to be helpful.

“Me and Harrison have been best friends for years, I treat that boy like a brother. Same goes for you and Tuwaine. And I’d like to think that I know you all pretty well,” He begins, “I never expected things to happen the way they did.”

“You know I didn’t intend to fall in love with my best friend, Tom?” You raise your brows.

“No, no, I meant the way that he reacted,” He quickly assures you, “Every part of every way that he acts told me it was pretty much certain that he’d tell you he felt the same. I just think it took him by surprise, and he didn’t know how to respond.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Yeah, well, his response seemed pretty clear to me. If he doesn’t feel the same way, there’s nothing I can do to change that.

Tom sighs and pulls you into his side to wrap an arm around you, “I’m so sorry, (Y/n).”

You let out a shaky breath. Today wouldn’t be another day full of tears for that boy. It couldn’t be.

“Did you mean that?” Tom mumbles after some time, “Have you really fallen in love with him?”

You sit up and purse your lips before responding, “With every part of me. And it terrifies me to think I’m going to have to force myself out of that.”

Tom can see it in your eyes, the most clear way of proving your words. You did love Harrison. More than you’d ever be able to compress into the short confession you’d given him. It wasn’t just the love ya’s you’d give to Tom or Tuwaine or Harry or Sam. It was a deepset three words that held a weight you’d been carrying for far longer than you should’ve done.

“You know there’s always a place for you at ours, nothing’s changed there. And I don’t want this all to change anything between me and you, or you and any of us. You know that, right?” Tom squeezes your arm as he pulls you back into his side.

You let out a shaky breath as you rest your head on his shoulder, “I know.”

He hears the way your voice cracks at the words and watches as your bottom lip starts to tremble.

“I just need some time to figure out how to get over losing him.”

With that, a tear slips from your eyes and falls helplessly down the length of your bare cheek.

“Shit, you’re going to make me cry,” Tom says shakily as his eyes well up too.

He shifts and turns to wrap both of his arms tightly around you as you cry into his chest.

“You haven’t lost him.”

But you’re not even sure that he believes the words as they fall flat into the tear stained air around you.

- - - - - -

It’s already way past dark when Tom gets in that night. He’d been so reluctant to leave you but you’d insisted constantly until he finally had to give in. He tries his best to keep quiet as he slips off his shoes at the door and locks it behind him.

Cautiously, he creeps toward the staircase of the house - only pausing when he sees the low light still coming through from the lounge. What were the odds that Harry had fallen asleep on the couch again?

Instead, it’s Haz he finds in the room alone.

“Hey,” Harrison speaks quietly, drained of energy, “Theres some leftovers from dinner if you want anything.”

“Oh, no, I’m okay man, I’ve already eaten,” Tom nods, scanning over the boy who was slowly slipping away from being his typical self.

“Where’ve you been?” Harrison asks, trying to inject some sort of life into the words.

Tom scratches at the back of his neck, “I... um, I went to see (Y/n).”

At that, Harrison perks up as his head whips round at the sound of your name being spoken, “(y/n)? How’s she doing? Is she okay?”

“She’s... getting better,” Tom nods, walking properly into the lounge and taking up the seat on the couch beside his best friend, “Still sarcastic as always.”

Harrison finds it in him to smile at the thought, “Did you talk about...”

“A little, yeah. She got pretty emotional so I avoided talking about you too much after that,” Tom admits, he didn’t want to lie and get caught in the middle of a situation already difficult enough, “It’s hard for her, you know it is. She feels like she’s lost you and that’s making her distance from everybody.”

“She hasn’t lost me, man,” Harrison interjects, “Come on, (Y/n)’ll never lose me.”

“That’s not the way she sees it, Haz. Come on, you rejected her after she told you she’d fallen in love with you. That’s not going to be easy for her to just bounce back from,” Tom encourages, his protective side towards you shining through, “You seriously don’t feel the same?”

Harrison gulps, “If I’m honest, I don’t know if I do. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before and (Y/n) seemed so sure of herself when she said it.”

Tom lets it sit for a moment as he looks at his best friend beside him. There’d always been something more between you and Harrison, all of the boys knew it. There was something about how upset he got after you argued, how excitedly he spoke about you whenever you were off doing something incredible, how he remembered every detail you’d told him. Tom knew that was way beyond the friend status that you and him would always have. It was just... obvious. He’d always expected something to happen, he’d never even questioned it. And he was reluctant to do so now - he knew Harrison too well.

“Well, then, how do you feel about her?” Tom persists.

“She’s incredible, of course she is. And we have the same sense of humour, we could talk for hours, she balances me out which is always good...”

“Okay, so do you see her in the same way you’d see any of us?”

“What?! No, no of course not,” Harrison is quick to defend, “It’s different with (Y/n).”

“Harrison, what did you tell your Mum about her when she was off filming last year?” Tom cocks a brow.

Harrison can’t help but swallow the lump in his throat and blink a few times before responding, “I told her that (Y/n) was the best person I’d ever meet. That she was like the better half of me...”

With that, Tom clasps Harrison on the shoulder and stands up, “Get some sleep, mate. Looks like you’ve got somewhere to be in the morning.”

- - - - - -

That night after Tom came round was probably the best you’d slept in a long time. You wake up at a reasonable time and even find yourself having a productive morning. Today’s coping method was positive. You put on some music in the flat and let the songs trickle loudly into every room as you went about a cleaning day for the apartment. You were just washing the dishes when there was a knock at the door. Quickly, you pause your music and grab a fresh kitchen towel to dry your hands.

Again, you expect a neighbour or something when you open the door.

Not him.

“Hey (Y/n),” Harrison smiles lightly, bags under his eyes suggesting he’d been coping just as poorly as you had. You’d gone two weeks without speaking a word to this boy and, for you two, that felt like a lifetime already.

“Hey...” The word sounds weaker than you’d like it to, “How are you?”

“I’m good, you?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You nod, “Um, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I just wanted to come round and see if you were okay,” Harrison mumbles, looking down to his feet that he scuffs on the floor to find any way of distracting himself.

“Come on then, at least make yourself useful,” You pull the teatowel from your shoulder and hand it out to him, “You dry and I’ll wash.”

Both of you return to the kitchen sink and start back up with washing and drying the dishes. He still remembers where everything goes as he puts it away after drying. There aren’t any words spoken between you two but a million thoughts colliding all at once. All you can think of is the last words you’d spoken to him and you were terrified of where things would pick up from if this was the next time you were speaking.

As you hand over the last plate, Harrison dries it and hands you the kitchen towel to let you dry your hands. Accidentally, his hand brushes yours as the exchange occurs and you find yourself reluctant to flinch away from the touch as your mind was telling you to. You wanted to still feel some connection to him.

“Im sorry I took so long,” Harrison comments, unsure as to whether he’s talking about coming to your home or to his realisation.

“No, that’s okay. I’m glad we gave each other some space,” You nod, folding your arms over yourself.

He glances around your kitchen like he’s trying to find anything to strike up a bit of conversation. His eyes fall upon the script left on your table, “What’s this?”

You go to respond but he picks it up and flicks through before you can.

“You got the part?!” His eye brows raise at he looks at you in half-shock.

“Yeah, um,” You tuck your hair behind your ear, “I got the first script through last week so I could get a feel for the character. But the part’s mine if I want it.”

Six weeks ago, it had been Harrison sat across from you helping you to run lines for the audition. Now? You hadn’t even told him when you’d got the part you’d been waiting for.

“God! That’s great (Y/n), that’s really great. I’m so proud of you!” He beams with that pride he always did at any success you had, though it’s more temporary than it normally would be, his sincerity returns, “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t really think that the next time I spoke to you, I’d just be calling to tell you about a role. That hardly seemed like a good way to start.”

“That’s the best way to start,” Harrison laughs, “I’ll help you run lines whenever you need.”

“That’s okay, I spoke to Tom about it yesterday and he’s already offered so-“

“I always help you with lines,” Harrison frowns.

It shouldn’t be such a big deal. But in that two weeks, his incomplete thoughts had caused him to lose that part of you. And he was realising more and more that his response two weeks ago was the worst response he could’ve possibly given you. And it might be too late to change that.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea for either of us to spend too much time alone together for a while Haz. We’re both in different places and I don’t wa-“ You stop and swallow the fear in your throat, “I don’t want to let myself get hurt by you.”

If your closed off posture and averted eyes didn’t kill him already, those last words were enough to deliver the final fatal blow.

“I was an idiot two weeks ago (Y/n). I shouldn’t have reacted how I did,” He starts with caution as he sets the script back down onto the table and turns to focus all of his attention on you, “There are a thousand things I should’ve said and I instead chose to say none of them.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself Harrison, it’s my fault.”

“For what? Saying everything I was too scared to admit to myself?”

“Don’t say that Harrison,” You snap, turning away from him like even the look in his eyes was enough to break you again.

“No, (Y/n), it’s the truth and you know it deep down too. I was just so scared of admitting it to myself. And for the past weeks I’ve been thinking of everything I did to lead up to this point, where you’d fallen for me. What I hadn’t realised was that I’d got to that point at the same time, my mind just took a little longer to catch up - as always,” He half laughs, “So I’ve spent every day trying to think through everything I could say to you to make things better after what I’ve done and that’s when I realised that I didn’t need to make things better for you. I needed to make myself realise what I’ve been slowly getting to since we were fifteen.”

Your eyes brew a fresh set of tears at his words, your heart close to tearing at the thought of him saying all of this just to lessen his guilt. But the rest of you is praying for it all to be true.

“How could I not fall for you, (Y/n)?” He steps close behind you until you can practically feel the words touch your hair, your skin.

His hands reach out and he brushes his fingertips gently up your arms, slowly like he’s taking in every inch of you.

“How could I not fall for the girl I’ve been adoring since the first time she hugged me and convinced me to stop worrying about everything so much? Since she first met my family and treated them like she’d been a part of them forever. Since she first held my hand and somehow sealed every wound and every crack in my heart that was never going to break for anybody but for her,” His voice cracks and it becomes impossible for you to not turn around and face him.

It feels like the two of you are closer than ever now, after what felt like so long of being apart.

“I was an idiot (Y/n), and it shouldn’t have taken all of this for me to realise how I felt about you. But, if you’ll let me, I’ll spend every day making up for every day that we’ve lost, every day where I couldn’t have kissed you and told you I loved you in a way that I’d never love anyone else,” He smiles gently as his tears well up with tears to mirror your own, “You’re everything to me, (Y/n).”

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silentsunplays · 4 years

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Hey y’all! First fic being posted! I’m excited to share it, so please let me know what you think. If any hate is posted, I will delete it.

I also posted it on AFO3 here.

Chapter One of Blinding Lights

For as long as Tony Stark can remember, his world has been black and white. He’s colorblind in a form, but it does have a cure. He just has to find his Mate, which seemed easy a long time ago. He’s pretty sure that if it wasn’t for Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy, his clanmates - what’s left anyway - he’d be insane now. After one hundred and forty-eight years of walking this earth, he was already bored. Being born in Italy, spending fifty years there, coming to America, learning that his father created a Super Soldier for the war, said Super Soldier disappeared into the ice for seventy years, the whole drama about his parents dying - killed actually, and let’s not forget becoming Iron Man and being in the Avengers.

“Tony?” Pepper’s voice brings him out of his thoughts. Looking up from his now cold cup of coffee, he raises an eyebrow at his red-headed friend.

“Yes?” He asks, standing up from his couch. The walk over to the kitchen doesn’t take as long, meaning he used some of his speed. Pepper keeps up though, always has.

“We’re needed back in New York. The Avengers have mission meetings, and SI needs our attention out there.” Pepper lists off, staring at her tablet. Tony sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“I really don’t want to go to New York right now.” Tony grumbles.

“I understand that, but you’ve hidden out here long enough,” Pepper states, making Tony roll his eyes.

“Alright. When do I have to leave out?”

“Now.” Pepper comments before turning and leaving. Looking down at his clothes, jeans with oil stains and a black tank top. He was working in his lab earlier. Shrugging, he follows after Pepper, not caring about his appearance. He has clothes at the Tower. He has multiple suits in both places, not counting the suits in the house in Italy.

Happy is on the jet, grinning at Tony when he walks in. That’s new. Happy is normally already in New York when Tony has to be there.

“Okay. I have two out of three. Where’s Rhodey?” Tony questions, crossing his arms. They only seem to get together when they worry about him.

“Right here, Tones,” Rhodey says, spinning his chair around. Tony sighs and takes the last free seat. They wanted to talk about something.

“First, why are you all here? You only pull this shit when you’re worried about me. Second, when did you have time to plan all of this?” Tony asks, leaning back in his seat as the jet doors are closed.

“We’re all here because you’ve been distant lately. Pepper also found a new project for you to focus on. Also, we always have time to plan stuff like this because you never really notice us do this until the day of.” Happy responds. That honestly wasn’t the response Tony was expecting.

“What do you mean a new project?” He says, turning to look at Pepper. She smirks and starts tapping away on her tablet. The holograph of a video pops up, of somebody in an onesie swinging web. The fact that the costume needed an upgrade didn’t really bother him. What bothered him was the fact he could see the red and blue combination, very clear and bright.

“I want to know who they are.” Tony orders, making his family glance at one another.

“You’ve never had that reaction before. Tony, what do you see?” Rhodey asks, leaning forward. Tony mentally debates if he should tell them that he can see the colors on the person. He knows that he and Happy are the only two that can’t see in color. Rhodey has Sam, and Pepper has Natasha.

“I can see the red and blue.” Tony finally admits after a while of silence. Pepper and Rhodey glance at each other before looking at Tony.

“Oh shit.” Happy says.

“What do you mean ‘oh shit’?”

“Tony, the Avengers are going to try to take him away. They like the fact that they have a hold on you.” Pepper says, crossing her ankles.

“They touch what’s mine, and I will kill,” Tony growls, his eyes turning black. Pepper’s eyes turn violet, Rhodey’s eyes turn ice blue, and Happy’s eyes turn fire orange. The clan nods their heads before their eyes turn back to their human color.

“They won’t know who they pissed off.” Rhodey chuckles, leaning back in his seat. Happy rolls his eyes, knowing that this could mean war. Pepper takes the video down, before handing the tablet to Tony. The rest of the ride to New York is in silence.

The first thing Tony does when the jet lands in New York is orders Happy to take him to the compound. Pepper and Rhodey sit in silence as Happy drives. Tony runs multiple facial scans on the masked face. Pulling into the compound, Tony gets out of the car before it's completely stopped. He ignores the shocked looks from the Shield agents that walk around. Nobody knows that he's a Vampire. The King actually, but he doesn't brag about it.

Tony can hear the soft footsteps of his clan behind him. He knows he looks strange, not in his normal suit, he doesn't care about that as he heads up to the meeting room. He flings the doors open, making everyone in the room look at him.

"Tony!" Thor bellows, making Tony bite back a hiss. He honestly hates how loud the God of Thunder can be.

"That was fast," Natasha comments, walking over to Pepper, kissing her cheek.

"We had a mission. We delivered." Rhodey states, wrapping an arm around Sam Wilson.

"I was called. I came. What do you want?" Tony asks, sitting down in a free seat. Fury crosses his arms.

"There is Hydra activity close by. I wanted everyone called in to keep an eye out." The director of Shield states. Anger burns in Tony, but he makes no move to show it. He watches Steve shift in his seat. The Super Soldier his father created, with a serum created from many things, with Tony's own blood as the key. Easy to make something others can't copy when you use something that can't be copied.

"I got called out here, because of Hydra?" Tony deadpans, leaning back in his seat. He can feel his clan tense up through their link. He can feel their mates tense as well. Steve is mixed in too, the blood link there between them.

"As Iron Man, you help protect the country. The world even." Fury responds. Biting back a growl, Tony stands from his seat.

"Fine. I'll keep an eye out. I have another appointment, I'm leaving." Tony says, leaving the room. He can feel his family follow after, the Mates and Steve close behind.

"Tony, are you okay?" Steve asks, making him stop and look. His blood brother, because he's not calling him his son, looks worried. A chuckle leaves his mouth.

"I'm fine, Steve. Just a lot to do." Tony replies. Getting a nod from the blond, Tony continues to the car. He'll finish turning Steve one day, but he'll let his brother live as he does now.

Climbing into the back of the car, Tony unlocks the tablet once more. On the screen sits a new face, one in full color. He found his Mate.

"A smile? That's new." Sam says, sitting by Rhodey. Natasha laughs, her head laying on Pepper's shoulder.

"Found him?" Pepper questions, holding out her hand. Tony slowly passes the tablet over.

"Yeah. Pep, I can see color with him." Tony says, running a hand through his hair.

"Wait. You found your Mate?" Natasha questions, sitting up. At Tony's smile, the car breaks out into cheers.

"Doesn't this mean Shield is going to try to keep a hold on you, though?" Sam questions. Tony nods, a smirk on his face.

"They can try. They won't win, but it'll be entertaining to watch. The Avengers are safe, as long as nobody fights me. My Mate is my priority. Anybody that tries to take him will fail." Tony growls, his eyes shifting to black. Natasha and Sam look down, a sign of respect towards Tony. Tony clears his throat once he knows his eyes are normal, letting them lookup. The rest of the ride to the tower is silent.

When the car finally pulls up to the tower, it’s nightfall. Tony gets out first, heading straight inside to the elevator. He can feel his clan behind him, so he doesn’t slow down. The elevator that leads up to the penthouse opens when he enters the code, his clan stepping in after him. The ride up to the top was quick, making Tony glad that technology had gotten faster as it got better. Of course, Stark Industries is all top of the lines, considering he built it.

Stepping out of the elevator, Ton waves as he heads to his room to shower and change. He wanted to get some sleep, and maybe watch more videos of this Spider-Man hero. He hears the soft calls of goodnight from his family as he walks away. With a soft click, his bedroom door is closed and he relaxes. In this room, he doesn’t have to hide his pain, his anger, or any other feelings he has to control.

“FRIDAY, pull up my blueprints of the thing I started drawing up at home,” Tony says, pulling off his tank top, the arc reactor in his chest on full display. The lights dim as FRIDAY does as he asks. The holographs come to life, showing the plans that Tony has for a new version of Ultron. Yeah, he’s doing it again. He actually has a lot of things built that he shouldn’t, but he’s a bored rich guy. He’s going to cause trouble if he needs too.

“Do you need anything else, Sir?” FRIDAY says. Tony looks over the blueprints, shrugging.

“Run tests over my design. I’m taking a shower. I’ll look at them after that.” Tony states, heading to the bathroom. The shower is already running when he walks over to it. A soft chuckle escapes his mouth as he finishes stripping before he steps into the large shower. He spends as long in the shower as he can before he has to get out.

Tony dries off, walking out of the bathroom to his closet to pull on boxers and sweats. He doesn’t own a lot, but enough to get grease and oil stains on the sweats instead of his good clothes. Leaving his closet, he sees multiple test results before him. He starts going through them.

“Sir?” FRIDAY calls.

“Yes, babe?” Tony responds, trashing three of the results. He wants ones that actually listen to his orders this time around.

“Miss Potts told me to remind you that you need blood tonight. It’s been three weeks since you last fed properly.” FRIDAY says, making Tony chuckle. He should really start drinking more blood, especially now that he knows where his Mate is.

“Of course. Please let her know that I am getting a bottle. Two actually.” Tony says, walking over to his mini-fridge, pulling out a water bottle full of blood. As he drinks, he keeps going through the test results. When he finds the one he wants, a smirk appears on his face. He knows the moment Shield tries to take his Mate to keep him in their hold, he has plans to open Hell. After all, he has technology and Vampires on his side.

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coconutknightshade · 5 years

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Peter doesn’t know how to unclasp a bra and the avengers help. Tony walks into the kitchen to find Clint wearing a bra, and all the avengers are trying to figure it out. Wanda is a good teacher. May does not consent to the use of her undergarments.

Hiya!I’m not sure if this is exactly what you were going for or if it has the extent of the content you wanted, but this is where my muse took it! Peter is seventeen, post civil-war, and everyone is on peaceful terms.

I got secondhand embarrassment just writing this. Don’t worry, Peter can dish it just as good as he gets it.

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“Peter, relax. This is just as much for Cap as it is you. We’re helping you.”

“You’re torturing me.”

It’s the last thing Tony hears before rounding the corner, acutely aware of how everyone collectively stops breathing when they spot him. Clint stands in the middle of the kitchen, chest bare except for the bra he’s sporting- arms bent so to finger the clasps at his back. Steve is leaned up against the counter beside Natasha - who is sitting cross legged on the counter - with one elbow resting on his other arm as he covers his face with a hand.

Scott looks amused and a little confused. He’d stumbled into the scene not much earlier. His eyes dart between the billionaire and the others as he blindly lathers his pop-tart with peanut butter. Sam stands off to the side with his phone pulled out and aimed at Steve, whom he’s been roasting for the last several minutes while they all "teach” Peter how to unclasp a bra.

And Peter - poor, precious Peter Parker - sits with his elbows resting atop the table, hands fisted in his hair. He wears an expression of utter pain and humiliation. When he spots his mentor turn the corner he releases his hair and lets the full weight of his head drop to the table with a groan. Tony catches what he thinks is a muttered please, let me die in peace and by the way Wanda pats the back of Peter’s head sympathetically, lips quirked into an amused grin, Tony suspects he’s not too far off the mark.

“Well, this isn’t the worst thing this kitchen has seen.” Tony walks further into the room, spinning a half circle to fully take it all in. “I’ve gotta say, Clint, that color really washes you out. I’m kind of disappointed that I wasn’t invited to the party.”

“I don’t think any of us were invited to this party,” Scott mutters around a mouthful of food. Clint clears his throat but it’s Wanda who speaks.

“Peter has date.” Her voice is so calm and so casual as if those three words explain why Clint stands half naked in the kitchen with a bra strapped around his chest.

Tony turns a raised eyebrow in Peter’s direction. The teen doesn’t notice, but he does give another pained moan from where his face is pressed against the table. He’s wrapped his arms over the back of his head as if doing so will separate him from the situation.

A valiant, albeit unsuccessful, attempt.

“Not to put the kid on blast here-”

“Put him on blast,” Sam interrupts Clint with a thinly muffled laugh.

“- but Wanda and I found him this morning cross-legged on the bed trying to clasp and unclasp this bra. Apparently he has big plans for the weekend.” Clint is smirking, face colored with far too much amusement. Peter is pulling at his hair again.

“So we’re what, collectively traumatizing the kid?” At Tony’s comment Peter’s head shoots up, eyes sharp.

“Yes, they are. This is traumatizing. This is the stuff of actual nightmares and I’m making sure that each of you are billed when I’m 27 and still seeing a therapist over this very moment.” Tony snorts.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Underoos.” He pauses, turning towards Clint with a grin, as if to say, “see what I did there?”

“How is this...” Peter’s jaw hangs open. “How is this dramatic, Mister Stark? I’m a seventeen year old teenage boy watching an Avenger show me how to unclasp a bra in the kitchen surrounded by other Avengers- How is my reaction dramatic?”

Tony opens his mouth to speak, but Sam cuts him off.

“Don’t be so self absorbed, Parker. This is for Steve’s benefit too.” The man in question frowns.

“I’m not- I know what I’m doing.” His voice, exhausted and petulant, makes Tony think it’s not the first time he’s said as much in the last however long this shit show has been going on for.

“And that,” the sound of keys slamming down onto the counter makes everyone jump, “is my bra.”

Peter lets out this strangled noise masked only by the scraping sound of wood against wood as he scrambles to his feet, the chair he’d been sitting on nearly tipping over in his haste.

“Aunt May,” his face loses all color and his voice pitches.

Clint’s jaw drops in surprise and Sam can’t help himself- He starts howling. Scott doesn’t quite match him, but he comes damn close after nearly choking on his food when spotting her. Even Natasha has to hide a grin behind her fist. Wanda’s eyes bounce between the two while Steve turns around full body so he can rest his forehead in both shame and embarrassment against the cabinets over the counter. Tony isn’t looking at May, but instead at Rhodey who is a half step behind her.

“Tony,” his voice is low, defeated but serious. “What did you do?”

Well now he’s just offended. As if he would ever...

“Wha- I didn’t do anything! This was all Clint.” He nods his head towards the archer, pleased to for once find himself the 110% innocent party. Clint, meanwhile, still hasn’t picked his jaw up off the floor.

“This is... This is your bra?” His eyes are wide and filled to the brim with embarrassment. At that Tony joins Sam in his laughter.

“Unless you know another woman with the exact same taste as me.” Peter lets out another strangled sound, eyes facing the heavens. He tries to escape but Tony, nearly falling out of his chair in order to do so, grabs him by the wrist and pulls him back over to the table.

“He said he picked it up at a mall. Well now I’m uncomfortable.” Clint frowns as he slowly unclasps the bra and stretches his arm out to return it. May snatches it out of his hand and then snaps it against his arm. He flinches but there’s a grin as he scurries over to Sam.

“You’re uncomfortable?” May pauses to breathe before launching into what Tony knows will be a very well deserved lecture. Tony, however, does not deserve it and quite frankly doesn’t want to suffer through it. He turns to the teenage boy standing beside him, eyes scrunched close and pulling weakly at the left cuff of his (Tony’s) MIT hoodie that Tony still has a firm grip on.

“Peter,” he says, “you’ve been awfully quiet. Do you want to share with the class?”

Peter’s eyes are downcast and he’s toeing the floor with his sneakers. He sighs.

“In my defense, none of this would have happened if Clint and Wanda had just knocked this morning.” Tony rolls his eyes in good humor.

“That’s not a defense, but go on.”

“I don’t- I just- It’s just that- I’m going on a date with MJ this weekend, and. I didn’t want to embarrass myself if, you know...”

“Because this is somehow less embarrassing?” May’s head is cocked to the side and she has a hand on her waist. Peter whines.

“I didn’t ask for help, Aunt May.”

“Trust me though,” Clint giggles, “the kid needed it.”

Sam, Scott and Natasha - the traitor - snicker and Peter goes red.

“I was fine. This is normal. It’s normal. Just a teenage boy getting ready to go out on a date with a girl he really likes, okay? I don’t want to screw this up. I’m sure you’ve all done embarrassing things at this age so you can all get off your high horses and fuck o- I mean back off.” The speech, while passionate, doesn’t alleviate the embarrassment. But hey, it’s worth smothering with righteousness, right? Deflecting and all that jazz?

“That’s cute Peter but doesn’t explain why it had to be my bra.”

“Okay,” Steve finally turns around from where he’s been hiding beside Nat, arms up in surrender. “Let’s just let the kid breathe, okay? I think we’ve squeezed in enough embarrassment for the day-”

“The year-”

“- so we can all just lay off him.”

“Thank you,” Peter throws his hands up in exasperated relief. “It’s nice to know that somebody has my back.” He says it to the room but he’s leveling Tony with A Glare. The man grins and shrugs his shoulders innocently.

“As long as there’s no bra clasps involved then Steve definitely has you covered,” Sam says mockingly from behind his phone. Only for a moment, however. His eyes widen, sudden and apprehensive, when Steve lunges at him and snatches the phone out of his hands with a quiet but stern, ‘give me that.’

Peter pulls himself from Tony’s grip while the man struggles to muffle his laughter at Steve’s expense. He’s storming out, about to pass May with his head ducked and cheeks burning, when Wanda says his name.

“You not worry about date, Peter. Bra will come off easy, just you see.”

“Wanda,” Steve says in disbelief, ignoring the way Clint leans over the table to high five her attempt at embarrassment. Tony’s got his face, and laughter, covered behind a hand while watching Sam struggle to get his phone away from Steve before the man deletes the video.

"I hope you all realize that you’re terrible people. This will be my villain origin story.”

“Good,” Tony smirks. “Can’t wait to hear the seven minute monologue of you recounting your most embarrassing memory.”

When put like that... Peter groans in defeat and storms out of the room, leaving behind Tony and the others.

#i enjoyed this! more prompts!#peter parker #tony stark #clint barton #steve rogers #scott lang #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #irondad #spiderson #my writing #mine #anon #ask

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Survival and Perseverance: The Great War Part Two

I sort of lost my confidence last month, I was about to delete but figured what’s the worst that could happen? I’ve got a tag going on my blog Survival and Perseverance if you want to read the first part.

Elizabeth has been on the Valarius base for a few months now, David has some unfortunate news to share.

“Oh my God it is so good to see you, Patches!” David’s voice soothed her. He had started calling her that when they were young, she remembered his mother scolding him about it, but Elizabeth had never been self conscious about her spots. She smiled broadly, feeling tears come to her eyes at seeing her husband on the screen.

“It’s good to see you, David. God I miss you.” Elizabeth told him. He was lying sleepily in a bunk, his face lit up by a computer screen in an otherwise dark room. She was sure he was bothering somebody. She didn’t really care much. Elizabeth grabbed her brush and started brushing her wet hair.

“I lost a few men a couple of days ago… it wasn’t pleasant.” Elizabeth said, David slung an arm over his forehead, looking at her with one cracked open eye.

“Yeah, we lost some guys too.” David said quietly. She gave a sigh, looking at him longingly. She missed him, wanted to touch him. Wanted to count those stupid freckles of his in the hushed light of night.

“I got news about Ethan.” David told her, looking remorseful and sad, heartbreak in his eyes. Her eyes widened, she knew what that meant.

“He got taken out… reports said covenants sliced him open…tortured him to death.” His voice cracked and Elizabeth leaned back in her chair, reaching towards the camera screen. Ethan and David had been close, a relationship had sprung between the two of them and Elizabeth couldn’t have been happier for David. She and Ethan had been good friends, once he actually let her get close. She had to drag him off the battlefield once, nearly breaking her damn spine in the process; but he let her in after that. They remained silent, heartbreak choking out any words that either one of them tried to say.

“I was just… I was holding out that I would get to see him one more time… Elizabeth, I knew the chances were slim, but… somehow I just… I thought I knew I would see him again…” David told her, tears falling down his cheeks, she blinked rapidly, gasping. Oh God, all she wanted to do was curl into her husband’s side and comfort him.

“I’m so sorry David. I would give anything to be there with you.” She told him, leaning towards the computer screen. She ached, not being able to be there for him was killing her. She just wanted to wrap him in her arms and protect him. But she couldn’t.

When she got out of the military, she would go back to Earth and David would stay in. This was his career. It would be like this, computer screens and empty arms for most of their youth, until the war ended, or until David got to old to be a proper soldier in the field.

She had intended on telling him about Sam, but that was completely out of the picture now, at least until their next call. She tried her best to comfort him until both were just too exhausted to stay online any longer and then guiltily logged off. Then Elizabeth groggily climbing into her bunk and conked out.

She sat down in the mess hall over a bowl of gruel and a steaming cup of weak coffee. She missed David already, with every fiber of her being. She drank from the cup and ignored the pain as the hot coffee flavored water burned her throat. It wasn’t even satisfying.

“When we get home, I’m eating like ten cookie cakes and you cannot stop me.” David’s voice from a previous video chat.

“Yeah, and I’m going to buy the fanciest fucking coffee I can get my grubby hands on.” His laugh rang in her ears. She didn’t react much when someone dropped their meal next to her and plopped down on the bench.

“Heya, Lieutenant.” It was Felix. This was strange. She didn’t trust this. He wasn’t a threat, obviously, but… she wouldn’t consider him her friend.

“What do you want, Felix?” She asked, digging a spoon into her breakfast.

“Who said I want anything?” Felix replied, she gazed at him through a bleary corner of her eye. She really wasn’t in the mood to deal with him. She stuffed the spoon indignantly in her mouth. She wanted strawberry applesauce.

She didn’t have to talk to him. She could ignore him.

“You’re getting awfully close with Locus, huh?” Felix said, his sneaky little weasel face twisting into a sneaky little grin. Elizabeth grimaced.

“Okay, Felix, I talked to my husband last night, someone we care about deeply is dead. If you’ve got an ulterior motives under this sunny little facade of yours I’m going to break your arm.” She told him, not even bothering to look at him to gauge his reaction.

“Alright then, I will be going.” Felix said definitely grabbing his bowl and moving away from her down the table. She was glad that was over. But he did have ulterior motives apparently. She was not happy about that. Ulterior motives in a platoon in the middle of nowhere was not a good thing. However she corrected herself, she did just threaten to break his arm. For being friendly. Gates didn’t have to deal with a bitchy CO over breakfast if he didn’t want to. She huffed, quickly eating her breakfast and downing that disgusting drivel she took her bowl and mug to the kitchens and went to her bunk and slipped into fresh kevlar suit and started to put on her armor.

“Lieutenant Summers?” Locus’s voice sounded from the hall. She looked over her shoulder and grabbed her helmet and opened the door. Apparently today was a day off for him, he was wearing civvies. She tried to give him a smile.

“Felix told me about what happened… what you said.” He told her, Elizabeth adjusted her gauntlets, balling and unclenching her fists repeatedly.

“David told me Ethan died.” She said. Sam gave her a sympathetic look, brows setting heavily over his eyes.

“You’re not taking a day?” He asked, she shook her head, pulling on her helmet, the familiar hiss of it pressurizing did something to sooth her.

“People die every day, Sam. It’s true here, it’s true on the enemy lines. Death is inescapable, even if you’re a SPARTAN, you don’t live forever.” She said, feeling lead in her gut. Was he afraid in the end? Did he think about them? She grabbed her piece and placed it on her hip, then her assault rifle and placed it on her back.

“How many other people did Felix run his mouth to?” She asked, adjusting her chestplate. Sam sighed through his nose, running his hand through his hair.

“Just me.” He answered. She nodded.

“Make sure it stays that way for me.” Elizabeth told him. Sam gave her a nod. “Thank you.”

She ran drills, worked hard, sparred with the soldiers, and practiced shooting until the sun went down. Then she walked the base, quiet as could be. Ethan crept around in the back of her mind, not leaving her, God, was David okay? Why did they put them in different platoons?

She was in the back of the base when she felt the tell tale bubbling of a sob tickle her throat. Elizabeth tried to swallow it. She found herself leaning against the concrete wall behind her, clutching her rifle as tightly as she could. The sob ripped itself from her clamped down vocal cords and broke out into the quiet night. Tears slipped from her eyes, down her cheek and she dropped her rifle, clutching the visor of her helmet.

“Oh God.” She whimpered, curling into a ball on the ground. The thought that she had to pull herself together drifted aimlessly through her mind.

“Lieutenant Summers.” The voice was quiet and unassuming. She looked up seeing Locus in a pair of sweats and a zip up hoodie.

“Go back to your bunk, Ortez. If you’re not armed or armored, you don’t need to be out here.” She ordered, he patted his piece, his subtle brand of defiance gleaming in his eyes. She frowned.

“Go back before I make it an order, Sergeant Ortez.” She hissed, she was still his superior. He had to do what she said if it was an order. Sam tilted his head down, giving her a knowing look.

I’m out here, for you. She was used to being able to decipher a man’s thoughts by his silence and facial expressions, both Sam and Ethan had expressive faces.

“Please, Sam, I don’t want you to get hurt.” She begged.

God she was so young. Too young to be out here, too young to be a leader. She had the makings of it, but she was just too green. He knelt down and sat at her side, looking at her silently. Elizabeth curled in on herself, clutching the back of her head. He awkwardly put an arm around her shoulders, trying to ignore the flush of heat in his face.

“I don’t know the extent of your relationship with the SPARTAN, other than what you told me, but I think you should maybe take at least a day.” Sam suggested quietly. She shook her head stubbornly.

“I'm fine if I'm working. Just sitting in my bunk with my thoughts isn't going to help me. I was fine until I was alone. I'm a leader, Ortez, I can't just ‘take a day’ this isn't elementary school! I have to keep going.” She said. She had to keep going because Ethan couldn't. She had to keep going because she knew David was. David who had loved the man was still going.

“Things are just too quiet. That's all. If I retreat into my thoughts, I just-” She paused. “I hear them. Every scream, every soldier cut off in the middle of a sentence because of a plasma shot, and he was so quiet but I just can't stop thinking about what his screams must have sounded like, if he screamed at all.” She said voice still oh so shaky but she shrugged his arm off her shoulder and grabbed her SAW then stood up.

“Go back to your bunk, Ortez, that's an order.” She said, looking down at him from over her shoulder. He gave a huff but obeyed. She watched him go, burning a hole into the back of his neck. Elizabeth's heart hurt, an actual dull ache in her chest. She stalked around the base, an unseen scowl on her face as she forced her heart to harden. Ethan was gone. He was secretly sweet and loving and he loved David with all his heart, but he was gone. There was no use in crying. There was no use in stopping to mourn in the middle of a war. There would be time to mourn when the fighting was done. She may be young, but she knew how war worked.

“Heard about your little rendezvous with Summers.” Felix said as he sat down next to Locus in the mess hall. Locus didn't sleep after the encounter with Summers last night.

“Rendezvous would mean that we planned it.” Locus said simply, taking a drink from the god awful coffee that the kitchen made.

“I don't see what she's so upset about. Not like she was ever going to see him again anyways.” Felix said.

“I don't think she's hurting just because he's gone. Her husband was closer to him than she was. Lieutenant Summers is just incredibly empathetic. It's a dangerous quality to have in the midst of a war.” Locus explained as he rolled the container of strawberry applesauce in his hands. She was fond of it, he remembered the excited ‘fuck yeah!’ that leapt from Summers’s mouth when they first started serving it in the mess hall.

“She’ll get with the program or she won’t, either way it's not our problem.” Felix said just before taking a drink from his cup.

“How is an emotionally compromised commanding officer not our problem, Felix?” Locus replied. Felix gave him a slick glance from the corner of his eye.

“We’ve survived worse.” He replied. This was a good point, so Locus gave a shrug, grabbed his helmet and returned his bowl to the kitchen. He still had the applesauce in hand and went on his way to the lieutenant’s quarters. He quickly input the code, having watched her put it in himself and slipped quietly into her room. She was asleep at her desk, surrounded by drawings. They were of the same few people. People she knew. Locus simply placed the applesauce on the desk next to her and retreated, seeing Felix in the shadow of the corridor.

“Okay now that's just fucking cliche.” Felix told him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“They make her happy. You want an upset CO, fine. Go take it for yourself. Sometimes I think you forget what it's like to be human.” Locus told him spitefully. Felix cocked a crooked grin.

“Calm down, I didn't mean anything by it.” Felix said a dismissive grin on his face, Locus only shoved his way past Felix and down the hall, putting his helmet on and going outside.

Felix sent the sleeping CO a glance, the cogs turning in his head, then left.

She woke up to the alarm going off. Elizabeth stood up, knocking something to the ground from her desk. She opened her eyes and looked down, her heart jumping at the sight of a familiar pinkish red container on the floor. Strawberry applesauce. She cracked a grin.

“Fuck yeah.” She said aloud. She rose and stretched, groaning as the vertebrae in her back popped then went over to her armor and under suit and started to pull them on. She grabbed the applesauce cup and headed towards the mess hall. She wasn't outright smiling but the sadness plaguing her had been placed on the back burner.

She fell into line in the mess hall, turning down the Private who stood in front of her when she offered to let Elizabeth cut and silently waited her turn. A couple of soldiers fell in line behind her and she sent them a glance. Locus and Felix, she gave them both a respectful nod. She had in her hand the cup of applesauce. She wondered who gave it to her. Maybe the other lieutenant, he knew the code to her room. But why would he bother?

She silently listened to Felix rattle off to Locus about this, that, and the other thing as the line moved forward. Locus seemed disinterested or perhaps distracted. Then it dawned on her. Sam gave the applesauce to her. She sent him a glance and a what was hopefully subtle smile. He gave her a nod in return.

Despite the encounters they had, Locus and Elizabeth didn't really spend a lot of time together during the day, other than drills. Not much one on one time was spent together. Sometimes she felt like there was a lingering gaze on her coming from his direction, but she never thought much of it.

She got her food and went on to her normal spot in the cafeteria, she liked being alone at the start of her day. She would use her time to clear her head, play through her head the plans of the day.

“Hey.” Sam’s voice caused her to look up, Felix stood behind him, looking slightly miffed.

“This isn’t high school, sit down and eat or move on to the next table, Ortez.” Felix gave a smirk and a side glance at her from his place barely behind Sam.

The soldiers took a seat across from her, she was a little happy that they weren’t including her in their conversation, however Sam was leaving it open to her. She gave a quiet sigh, actually enjoying the company. They were talking about plans for upcoming shore leave, she wasn’t quite sure which one of them was leaving because she wasn’t actually paying all that much attention.

He remembered what she said last night, about being alone, and how it brought the thoughts back. She usually ate on her own, he watched her silently eat as he and Felix conversed, well as he listened to Felix jabber on.

He knew she very obviously wasn’t paying him and Felix any mind, he hadn’t intended on her actively speaking with them. It made sense though, she hardly got close to any of the other soldiers, she was a fair leader, but that was it, she didn’t do much else other than lead orders and actively save lives. It was fair, really, for her to not want to get close to anyone.

“Hey, what do you plan on doing once you get out?” Felix spoke directly to Lieutenant Summers, she looked up from the tin foil cap of the applesauce in her hands.

“Oh well… my plan was go back to school. I guess it still is.” She told him simply, then ripping the cup open and grabbed her spoon.

“School huh, gonna get in some more book learning?” Locus wasn’t sure what Felix was trying to do. This wasn’t like him. Apparently Summers picked up on this as well, looking back up with a cocked eyebrow and a sort of daring look in her eyes.

“Psychiatry. But yes, I suppose you could peg that under ‘book learning.’”

“Oh a shrink? Think you’ll be able to handle it?” Felix asked. She nodded.

“I don’t see why I wouldn’t be able to.” Lieutenant said simply and as-a-matter-of-factly. Locus looked at her with an interested glance. She had been questioning herself before. Maybe she was dealing with it. That seemed to signal the end of her conversation with Felix as she finished her treat and then left the mess hall with her helmet tucked under her arm.

“What was that about?” Locus asked. Felix leaned forward.

“You really want to fool with a college student?” Locus looked away, what was with Felix, was he jealous? It was ludicrous.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Felix.” He said, standing up and leaving the mess hall himself.

They were perched on a cliff, Elizabeth was lying on her belly staring down the scope of the sniper rifle at the road below, Locus and Felix were sent along with her. Felix wouldn’t shut his mouth. She kept giving him annoyed looks over her shoulder, but he wasn’t overly interested in her nor was it obvious through her visor.

“Would you please, shut the hell up?” Elizabeth whispered angrily. “We are on recon, Gates, shut up and keep an eye out for approaching hostiles.” She spat at him. His poor attempt at a brain pick earlier in the month still had her feathers a little ruffled. He going on shore leave in a few weeks, she’d be able to breathe a little easier on missions. He was cocky and stupid so she had to put extra effort into keeping him alive versus the other soldiers. If she had known the problem he was going to be when she saved him promptly on her arrival she would have reconsidered for a moment.

“Sir, yes, sir. Keeping an eye out for hostiles, sir!” Felix said with faux bravado and she wanted to gut punch him as he walked down the trail with his rifle at eye level. Locus was standing quietly behind her in the shadow of the cliff at their backs.

She readjusted the sniper rifle and rolled her shoulders, her elbows felt tight. Everything felt tight. She was tense. Elizabeth had a few phone calls with David and she was considering telling him about her feelings for Sam, it had been a few months since David had told her Ethan was dead. It still bothered her, the unpleasant thought popping into her head when she lie awake at night trying to sleep.

Tonight she was talking to David. She and Sam had been getting closer, he was important to her now, against her better judgement. He was a few years older than her, and judging by the death rate of the people she got close to she felt like he was in some sort of danger all the time. Yet another thing keeping her awake at night.

“You know how Felix asked me about what I want to do when I get out?” She whispered to Sam and he looked at her, head lowering from gazing across the plains. He gave a sigh.

“Yes, I remember. He seemed to have struck some nerve, Lieutenant.” Sam replied, she grinned, looking back through the scope of the rifle.

“He did but that’s not what this is about. What do you want to do once you get out?” She asked.

“I know you’re a career military man, but even career military man get out.” She continued upon his initial silence.

Not unless they get killed, which is something that happens to people you care about. That annoying ass little voice that reminded Elizabeth of Felix a little spoke.

“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it. The military’s my life. What I do know is that I don’t intend to quit until the war is over.” He told her. Was there a bit of ice to his comment? Did he think she was a coward for wanting to get out and go to school? She looked back at him over her shoulder.

“You think it’s going to end anytime soon?” Elizabeth asked. He gave a hum, one of those rumbly hums that somehow she felt the vibrations of it. She liked those hums.

“I don’t think so. Not unless someone takes drastic measures.” Sam answered. Someone would eventually, she just feared which side it would be.

Movement through the scope caught her attention before she could reply to him.

“They’re mobilizing.” She said, jumping up and tossing the rifle to Sam. He caught it with ease, almost like he had been expecting it, then placed it on his back and they moved. Elizabeth took her SAW off her back and started to trek down the path. They found Felix sitting against a rock. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and barked an order at him to move. At the bottom of the cliff her squad was waiting for her orders.

They approached the bridge, Elizabeth grabbed the climbing gear from a soldier and a couple of charges to blow the bridge with. She stepped out onto the steel beams keeping the bridge in place. Sam followed suit on the other side of the bridge. She hooked herself to the beams and carefully crept across to the center of the bridge. Elizabeth and Sam kept an eye on each other, her heart skipped a beat when he slipped. He was silent despite dangling thousands of feet above the ground by a mere titanium alloy rope.

Elizabeth wanted to help, but he was already working his way back up to the beams.

“Haha, nice fuck up, Locus.” Felix said over the coms.

“Shut up.” She grinned at Sam’s curt and annoyed reply. She stopped as they came to the arch,

she placed her charges and then looked to Sam, who was just getting to his position.

“I don’t know why you assigned the squad heavy to do this, I would have been a much better choice, Lieutenant.” Felix said over the coms again.

“Locus is even headed and not competitive. You would have seen this as a contest. As you see everything, Gates. Locus is clearly the better choice.” She replied.

“Contests make things more fun.” Felix told her.

“Contests cause unnecessary actions to be taken and puts the team at risk. I’m not risking my men because you want to show off.” She spoke definitively. She got to work syncing the detonator and the charges and then started to make her way back to the road.

“Wait, Locus, you’re the team heavy?” She asked, looking at him. She could hear Felix’s howling laughter from where she stood on the bridge supports.

“I am classified as a ‘heavy’ yes.” Sam replied. “I assumed you missed the fact because you worked with a SPARTAN.” He continued. The mention of Ethan sent a pang through her and she looked down, she wasn’t really ever afraid of heights.

“Did you know I specialize in taking out heavies?” She asked innocently enough.

“Oh my God, are you flirting with him?” Felix interrupted, Elizabeth actually laughed, a pure laugh that she hadn’t used in a while.

“If physical pain causes him pleasure then maybe.” Elizabeth said teasingly. Sam coughed uncomfortably.

“Oh don’t be a baby, Ortez.” She told him, shaking her head in his direction.

“I would prefer we not discuss my sexual preferences while scaling an alien bridge.” Felix gave a snort over comms.

“Or at all in that matter.” Sam added quickly.

“Ha! Too late, you fucked it up.” Elizabeth poked at him. Ortez gave a slightly amused hum, as though trying to hide it from the others.

She and Sam made it safely back to the ground and then the squad took refuge in a ditch while they waited for the alien convoy to get to the bridge. Elizabeth had to blow it right as the entire convoy made it onto the bridge. The squad was trying to take out a supply delivery. The entire brigade was meant for taking out supply drops and putting down the enemy’s comms on this planet.

The roar of alien engines disrupted the squad’s conversation, they had steered away from Sam’s ‘sexual preferences’ and Elizabeth had managed to make Felix the butt of the joke for once, who was currently pouting as the two privates talked to Sam and Elizabeth. She looked up, then ducked down, taking the privates to the ground with her. Sam had to tug Felix down and Elizabeth hit the detonator. Dust and powdered cemented jumped into the air, blocking out the sun as the ground quaked with the blast. The rumble of crumbling bridge pieces continued into the air after the initial explosion.

After the smoke settled, she looked up cautiously, the bridge was out and the convoy was nowhere to be seen.

“There, now all we have to do is find a way to keep them out of the sky.” She commented as the other soldiers got to their feet.

“Small supply ships can’t fly because of the winds, all we have to do is worry about is the larger ones closer to the hubs.” Sam commented as he stood up. She nodded.

“Alright, let’s get back to base everyone.” Elizabeth ordered and started to lead the way back. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the dusty ground. These were dead plains, nothing grew here and no one bothered to inhabit it. The alien’s carved their cities into the mountainsides, the humans built their bases in the grassy plains, this was a no man’s land. But it was all that was keeping the aliens and the humans apart.

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INTERVIEW WITH JOHN OATES| RECORDED BY STEPHANIE FRUGE’ | WED. MAY 1ST, 2013|TRANSCRIBED MAY 16th, 2013

JOHN: OUR FAMILY IS FROM NEW YORK ORIGINALLY. MY FATHER MOVED TO PA IN THE EARLY 50s. SO, MOVING TO PA OBVIOUSLY WAS A THING THAT CHANGED MY LIFE BECAUSE HAD I NOT DONE THAT I NEVER WOULD HAVE MET DARYL HALL ,AND WHO KNOWS WHAT WOULD’VE HAPPENED SO, YOU KNOW UM, I GREW UP IN A SMALL TOWN IN PA, A LITTLE COUNTRY TOWN, WELL NOW ITS CLOSE/ PART OF THE SUBURBS BUT AT THE TIME IT WAS A VERY SMALL TOWN, AND I UM ALWAYS GRAVITATED TOWARD THE CITY AND EVENTUALLY WHEN I GOT OLD ENOUGH AND WENT TO PHILADELPHIA AND YOU KNOW, GOT PART OF THE MUSIC SCENE THERE SO, UH YOU KNOW, I HAVE A VERY, KIND OF A, MY FAMILY WAS VERY SUPPORTIVE OF ME AND MY MUSICAL TALENTS BUT THEY WEREN’T MUSICIANS THEMSELVES. BUT UM, THEY HELPED ME GET GUITARS AND THINGS, AND I TOOK VOICE LESSONS AND GUITAR LESSONS AND ALL THAT WHEN I WAS A LITTLE KID.

I LISTEN TO EVERYTHING, YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING FROM, YOU KNOW, FOLK MUSIC… YOU KNOW I GOT A CHANCE TO BE IN THE PHILADELPHIA AREA, I SAW SOME OF THE EARLY FOLK PERFORMERS WHEN THEY WERE BEING REDISCOVERED IN THE 60S, HUNG OUT WITH PEOPLE LIKE MISSISSIPPI JOHN HURT, STUFF LIKE THAT, AND THEN I ALSO GOT TO SEE ALL THE GREAT R&B PERFORMERS AS THEY CAME THROUGH THE UPTOWN THEATRE IN PHILADELPHIA, YOU KNOW, IN THE EARLY DAYS, YOU KNOW, EVERYBODY. EVERYBODY FROM JAMES BROWN TO THE MIRACLES…

STEPHANIE: THE MOTOWN ERA, CORRECT?

JOHN: OH YEA, STACKS VOLT?, THE MEMPHIS THING, AND UH, AND EVERYBODY; ALL THE GREAT PHILIDELPHIA GROUPS LIKE THE STYLISTICS AND THE DELPHONICS AND ALL THAT. WE WERE, WE WERE FRIENDS WITH THOSE PEOPLE SO, AS THEY GREW UP TOO. SO,

STEPHANIE: WOOOOOOW.

JOHN: SO, I HAD A VERY UNIQUE, ECLECTIC UPBRINGING WHEN IT COMES TO MUSIC SO TO THIS DAY I STILL HAVE THE SAME, YOU KNOW, THE SAME FEELING. I MEAN I , I DO THE VERY FOLKY/ACOUSTIC STUFF AND THEN I’LL DO R&B AND YOU KNOW, UH THE ELECTRIC STUFF TOO SO IT’S KIND OF A COMBINATION OF THINGS.

STEPHANIE: ABSOLUTELY, UM, WHEN YOU WERE IN COLLEGE, WHEN YOU MET DARYL IN 1967, THERE WAS A LOT GOING ON; THE POST CIVIL RIGHTS ERA AND WHAT NOT, AND UM, TELL ME A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE SOUL BAND YOU WERE IN WHEN YOU MET DARYL.

JOHN: WELL, YEAH, I WAS IN A BAND, WE HAD HORNS, WE WERE UH, YOU KNOW KIND OF PLAYING YOU KNOW THE R&B AND THE HITS OF THE DAY. UH, EVERYTHING FROM LIKE BOOKER T & THE MGS AND THE STUFF THAT CAME OUT OF MEMPHIS, THE STAX VOLT STUFF, PHILLY STUFF, UH EVEN TO CHUCK BERRY AND LITTLE RICHARD AND STUFF LIKE THAT. SO IT WAS UH A KIND OF A ROCK/ R&B BAND AND DARYL HAD A GROUP THAT WAS MORE OF AN ACAPELLA GROUP, UM, THEY WERE AN ACAPELLA VOCAL GROUP. AND UH YOU KNOW WE BOTH LOVED THE TEMPTATIONS, WE BOTH LOVED THE TEMPTATIONS HARMONIES, AND STUFF LIKET THAT. THAT WAS ALWAYS A BIG PART OF WHAT WE DID TOGETHER.

STEPHANIE: THAT’S REALLY NEAT. I WAS DOING SOME RESEARCH FOR AN ARTICLE ABOUT SAM COOKE. I NOTICED SIMILARITIES IN YALLS LIVES, LIKE, YOU GUYS BEING BORN TO DO THIS, ALONG WITH THE ERA, AND THE [MUSIC] PIONEERING, THE RESPECT FOR THE SOUL OF THE MUSIC, YOU KNOW…BEING ABLE TO PROJECT THAT AND CHANGE THINGS IN A WAY. YA’LLS INFLUENCE [HALL & OATES] IS HUGE. I ASKED [FANS OF HALL & OATES] ON MY FACEBOOK TODAY, WHAT THEY WOULD ASK YOU AND PEOPLE ARE FINALLY INTERESTED IN THE MEANING BEHIND…

JOHN: (INTERRUPTS) I’M REALLY SORRY, CAN YOU HOLD ONE SECOND I JUST HAVE TO ASK MY WIFE A QUESTION. I’M SORRY, CAN YOU HOLD ONE SECOND PLEASE?

STEPHANIE: SURE, NO PROBLEM

JOHN: IN BACKGROUND…OK THANKS!…OKAY SORRY

STEPHANIE: OH, NO PROBLEM! PEOPLE ARE ASKING THE MEANING BEHIND THE LYRICS OF YOUR MUSIC FROM THE LATE 70S EARLY 80S, SO, WHICH OF YOUR SONGS MEANS THE MOST TO YOU AND WHY?

JOHN: WELL, THEY ALL MEAN SOMETHING TO ME. YOU KNOW, I DON’T WANT TO SKIP THE QUESTION BUT THEY ALL MEAN SOMETHING TO ME. BECAUSE EVERY SONG WE’VE EVER WRITTEN CAME FROM SOMETHING REAL. NOW, IT DOESN’T JUST NECESSARILY TELL A STORY FROM A TO Z…

STEPHANIE: RIGHT.

JOHN: …BUT THERE’S ALWAYS A REAL EMOTION OR REAL CONNECTION OR AN EXPERIENCE, YOU KNOW, WHETHER IT BE A PHYSICAL EXPERIENCE OR AN EMOTIONAL EXPERIENCE , NOW? IS THE BASIS FOR ALL OF THIS MUSIC. UH, AND SO I HEAR THESE SONGS AGAIN, AND IT BRINGS ME BACK TO THAT TIME; JUST LIKE IT DOES FOR THE AVERAGE LISTENER. IT BRINGS THEM BACK, LIKE HEY THEY HEARD IT IN THE CAR WITH THEIR GIRLFRIEND OR WHATEVER, UH, BUT FOR ME, IT BRINGS ME BACK TO THE PERSON OR THE EXPERIENCE THAT CAUSED ME TO WRITE THE SONG. SO THAT’S WHAT IT DOES FOR ME. I’M JUST THRILLED AND REALLY HAPPY OF THE FACT THAT THE SONGS THAT WE’VE WRITTEN OVER THE YEARS HAVE STOOD THE TEST OF TIME…THAT PEOPLE STILL WANT TO HEAR THESE SONGS. THAT’S AMAZING IN ITSELF. (5:28) tHAT’S WHY WE’RE STILL OUT THERE PLAYING, THAT’S WHY WE’RE HEADLINING THESE BIG FESTIVALS AND PEOPLE ARE COMING OUT TO HEAR US BECAUSE THE SONGS HAVE REALLY STOOD THE TEST OF TIME.

STEPHANIE: WHO IS THE GREATEST PERSON, BESIDES DARYL, THAT YOU’VE EVER SHARED THE STAGE WITH (CHUCKLING)?

JOHN: (LAUGHING) BESIDES DARYL! THAT’S FUNNY! I’M GLAD YOU INCLUDED HIM. HE’D BE VERY OFFENDED IF HE WASN’T INCLUDED IN THAT. (LAUGHING) WELL, THERE’S SO MANY. THE TEMPTATIONS; WE DID A SHOW WITH THEM AT THE APOLLO THEATRE BACK IN THE 80’S , THAT WAS A HIGHLIGHT. I’VE BEEN ON STAGE WITH MICK JAGGER AND TINA TURNER , UH, PLAYED WITH THEM. WE’VE ACTUALLY BACKED THEM UP AT ‘LIVE AID’???, UH , GEEZ. I DON’T KNOW. THE LIST GOES ON AND ON.

YOU KNOW I GOT A CHANCE TO JAM WITH ALLEN TOUCENT? , I PLAYED WITH SAM BUSH, ONE OF THE GREATEST MANDALIN PLAYERS OF ALL TIME.

STEPHANIE: WOW.

JOHN: I JUST PLAYED WITH VINCE GILL. AND THERE’S ALL THESE NEW PEOPLE I’VE BEEN WORKING WITH AS PART OF THIS NEW GOOD ROAD TO FOLLOW PROJECT WHICH I’M DOING. YOU KNOW I’M GETTING TO WRITE AND PERFORM AND PLAY WITH YOUNG BANDS LIKE HOT SHOW RAY AND PEOPLE LIKE RYAN PEETER? …FROM ONE REPUBLIC. SO, I MEAN, IT’S JUST REALLY AN AMAZING…AN AMAZING THING.

STEPHANIE: YOU ARE REALLY BLESSED.

JOHN: I AM.

STEPHANIE: WHAT’S THE BIGGEST LIFE LESSON LEARNED THROUGHOUT YOUR 40+ YEAR MUSIC CAREER?

JOHN: WELL, I MEAN, TO BASICALLY APPRECIATE THE MOMENT WHEN YOU ARE THERE, WHEN YOU ARE A PART OF IT. AND NOT LET THESE MOMENTS ; YOU KNOW LIKE THE MOMENTS I JUST DESCRIBED TO YOU, LIKE PLAYING WITH ? OR TUCSON? OR MICK JAGGER OR AT THE APOLLO THEATRE. TO REALIZE THAT THIS IS HAPPENING, RIGHT NOW, AND IN FACT, IT MAY NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN. ACTUALLY, NOTHING WILL EVER HAPPEN THE SAME WAY AGAIN; TO NOT TAKE IT FOR GRANTED. I THINK, IN GENERAL, YOU KNOW, NOT TAKING MY, MY TALENT, AND MY UH, MY, THE BLESSINGS THAT I’VE BEEN GIVEN FOR GRANTED IS A VERY VERY IMPORTANT THING. UM, AND UH YOU KNOW, I DON’T TAKE IT LIGHTLY.

STEPHANIE: RIGHT. YOU, YOU COME ACROSS AS A ‘ONE LOVE’ KIND OF MAN.

JOHN: WELL, YOU KNOW, I BELIEVE IN WHAT I DO, YOU KNOW, I BELIEVE THAT IN LIFE, YOU KNOW, EVERYONE HAS TO WORK THROUGH IT, I THINK, IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. I DON’T CARE IF YOU ARE BORN TO MONEY OR BORN INTO POVERTY, YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO WORK FOR SOMETHING …

STEPHANIE: RIGHT.

JOHN: …AND IF YOU LOVE WHAT YOU DO, IT’S NOT REALLY WORK. SO, I THINK THAT’S THE GOAL THAT EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE.

STEPHANIE: FOLLOWING YOUR PASSION. I COMPLETELY AGREE.

JOHN: (JOKING) I’M OLD, THAT’S WHY.

STEPHANIE: YOU’RE NOT OLD! YOU ARE SELLING OUT AT BONNAROO RIGHT NOW! LIKE, YOU ARE THE MAN AND NOTHING SHORT OF THAT! (LAUGHS)

JOHN: IT GETS BETTER BY THE MINUTE!

STEPHANIE: I AM INSPIRED AND IMPRESSED!…OKAY I HAVE ANOTHER QUESTION FROM A FAN, A FRIEND OF MINE IN AUSTRALIA ACTUALLY, NYK REYNOLDS. HE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DRUM KIT IN THE ‘OUT OF TOUCH’ VIDEO?

JOHN: (LAUGHING) HA! THAT’S FUNNY .YEAH, THAT WAS A SET. YEAH, THAT WAS BUILT. IT WAS A FAKE DRUM OBVIOUSLY, UM, BUILT FOR THE VIDEO, AND I REALLY DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO IT. I HAVE NO IDEA. SOMEBODY PROBABLY CHOPPED IT AND PUT IT IN THEIR FIREPLACE. I HAVE NO, NO CLUE.

STEPHANIE: (LAUGHING) WELL, MR. RYNOLDS ALSO ASKED ABOUT THE HALL & OATES FIST FIGHTING RUMOR HE HEARD ON AN AUSSIE RADIO STATION… A WHILE BACK…THE ONE ABOUT YOU GUYS FIST FIGHTING HUEY LEWIS BACKSTAGE…OVER A HEADLINING POSITION? IS THAT EVEN TRUE? LOL

JOHN: SAY THAT AGAIN.

STEPHANIE: {realizing I should never have relayed this dumbass question} HE MENTIONED A RUMOR ABOUT HALL & OATES FIST FIGHTING HUEY LEWIS BACKSTAGE OVER A HEADLINING POSITION.

JOHN: THAT IS SO RIDICULOUSLY STUPID , I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN.

STEPHANIE: OKAY WELL, WE WILL JUST TELL HIM NO. (LAUGHING)

JOHN: I’VE NEVER HAD A FIST FIGHT WITH ANY MUSICIAN. EVER. AND I THINK HUEY LEWIS IS GREAT. (LAUGHS)

STEPHANIE: WELL, WE CAN CONFIRM TO AUSTRALIA NOW THAT [RUMOR] IS NOT TRUE. OTHER PEOPLE WERE QUESTIONING THE MEANING BEHIND, CERTAIN SONGS; AMBER BATCHLER WANTS TO KNOW, ABOUT THE SONG ‘I CAN’T GO FOR THAT’ ; SHE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT YOU COULDN’T GO FOR?

JOHN: YOU KNOW, BELIEVE IT OR NOT, THAT SONG IS ABOUT THE PRESSURES OF THE MUSIC BUSINESS . IF YOU LOOK AT WHEN THAT SONG CAME OUT WE ,WERE IN THE MIDST OF THIS INCREDIBLE, POP-STAR, UH, YOU KNOW, TIME; WHERE EVERYTHING WE PUT ON THE RADIO (11:11) WENT TO NUMBER ONE, WE WERE IN DEMAND ALL OVER THE WORLD, WE WERE CONSTANTLY TOURING, MAKING VIDEOS, MAKING RECORDS, UH, DOING PRESS. IT WAS JUST NON STOP. THAT SONG IS KIND OF THE REACTION TO THE MUSIC BUSINES IN SAYING LIKE, HEY, YOU KNOW WE’LL DO CERTAIN THINGS, BUT THERE’S CERTAIN THINGS WE’RE NOT GOING TO DO. WE’RE GOING TO SAY NO AT SOME POINT, AND SO GET READY FOR IT. BECAUSE YOU CAN PUSH US AROUND BUT YOU CAN ONLY PUSH US SO FAR. THAT’S PRETTY MUCH WHAT THAT SONG’S ABOUT.

STEPHANIE: JOHN LINDEN WANTS TO KNOW IF THERE WAS ANY CHANCE THAT YOU WOULD APPEAR ON ‘LIVE FROM DARYL’S HOUSE’ THE WEB TV SERIES?

JOHN: WELL IVE BEEN ON IT 3 TIMES. I DID THE FIRST ONE WHICH WAS THE HALL AND OATES CHRISTMAS ALBUM WE DID ABOUT SIX YEARS AGO AND THEN I DID ONE FOR MY SOLO ALBUM, BACK IN 2009. THEN I DID THE TRIBUTE SHOW TO T-BONE, WHEN OUR GREAT FRIEND T-BONE WOLF PASSED AWAY. SO, IVE BEEN ON IT 2 TIMES AND YES I WOULD LIKE TO DO IT AGAIN. IT’S JUST A MATTER OF TIME REALLY.

STEPHANIE: WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS WORLD, WHAT DO YOU WANT YOUR LEGACY TO BE?

JOHN: I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW THAT I’M, THAT I LIVED THE…THAT I DID EXACTLY WHAT I CAME HERE, WHAT I WAS BORN TO DO; HOPEFULLY TREATED PEOPLE WELL AND THAT I WAS A GOOD FATHER. THAT’S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.

STEPHANIE: THAT’S AWESOME. WELL, THANK YOU SO MUCH JOHN, I CAN NOT THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR THIS AND UM, YOU GAVE ME SOME REALLY, REALLY GOOD MATERIAL IN THAT YOU’VE EXPRESS MORE ABOUT WHO YA’LL ARE AS PEOPLE ,VERSUS FAMOUS STARS.

IVE COME TO THE REALIZATION THAT CELEBRETIES, THEY’VE WORKED FOR WHAT THEY HAVE AS WELL AND THAT THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE , YOU KNOW. I WANT PEOPLE TO BE ABLE TO SEE THAT ABOUT YOU. I APPRECIATE YOU TALKING TO ME.

JOHN: NICE. I HOPE WE HAVE A GOOD…I DON’T THINK WE’VE EVER BEEN TO BOSSIER CITY, BUT IT’S SHREVEPORT, RIGHT?

STEPHANIE: IT IS. SHREVEPORT, YES. ACTUALLY, YOU KNOW SAM COOKE WROTE THAT SONG, “ A CHANGE IS GONNA COME,” WHILE LOCKED UP IN THE SHREVEPORT CITY JAIL.

JOHN: WOW. WELL, YOU KNOW, I LOVE LOUISIANA IN GENERAL , YOU KNOW, WE’VE BEEN DOWN THERE SO MANY TIMES. IN FACT, IT’S REALLY STRANGE; YOU PROBABLY DON’T REALIZE THIS BUT ONE OF THE FIRST PLACES OUTSIDE OF PHILADELPHIA THAT DARYL AND I BECAME POPULAR, IN THE EARLY 70S, WAS LOUISIANA. I DON’T KNOW WHY WE , I THINK OUR MUSIC JUST WORKED, FOR SOME REASON. WE USE TO GO AND PLAY ALL THE STATE COLLEGES LIKE LOUISIANA TECH , YOU KNOW, UH, NORTHERN LOUISIANA, NSU; WE PLAYED , THIBODAUX, NATCHITOCHES, I MEAN, WE PLAYED ALL OVER LOUISIANA. WE HAD A GREAT EXPERIENCE DOWN THERE IN THE EARLY DAYS.

STEPHANIE: THAT IS COOL. YOU KNOW LOUISIANA SO WELL

JOHN: WE USE TO SPEND SOME TIME, LIKE A MONTH, JUST DRIVING AROUND LOUISIANA , DRIVING AROUND; LIKE, SHOWS BACK IN 1973-1974 ; WHEN PEOPLE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW WHO WE WERE.

STEPHANIE: OMG. THERE’S A LOT OF HUGE ARTISTS THAT CAME FROM HERE, THERE IS SO MUCH MUSIC HISTORY HERE. IT FASCINATES ME. IT REALLY DOES.

JOHN: WELL, YOU KNOW, IT’S ONE OF THE GREAT BIRTHPLACES OF AMERICAN MUSIC TRADITION .

STEPHANIE: THANK YOU! MAYBE PEOPLE WILL START HEARING ME NOW. I’VE BEEN PREACHING THAT FOR TEN YEARS NOW. (LAUGHS) IT’S WHAT KEEPS ME INSPIRED… ABOUT THE MUSIC HERE. MY DAD IS A GUITARIST AND RAISED ME RIGHT, ON CLASSIC MUSIC, EVEN GAVE ME ALL HIS VINYL INCLUDING AN LP OF YOURS.

THE MORE THAT I DIG FOR INFO ABOUT THIS AREA, SHREVEPORT- BOSSIER, I CONTINUE TO BELIEVE THAT THIS IS THE BIRTHPLACE OF AN INCREDIBLE AMOUNT OF… POWERFUL GENRES.. AS FAR AS SOUL MUSIC, BLUES, AND GOSPEL-THE GOSPEL HIGHWAY, YOU KNOW, AND THEN SAM COOKE PASSED. I MEAN, THE MAN BASICALLY PIONEERED THE SOUL GENRE, AND THEN MOTOWN CAME ALONG, R &B…AND THEN YOU GUYS JUST LAID IT OUT THERE FOR PEOPLE AS WELL. WITH AN ATTITUDE “LIKE OR NOT” …YOU KNOW? IT WAS SO AUTHENTIC , IN THAT, YOU’RE RIGHT, IT STANDS THE TEST OF TIME. THAT IS WHERE MY PASSION FOR MUSIC COMES FRO; IT CONTAINING SO MUCH TRUTH WITHIN IT…IF PEOPLE WOULD ONLY REALLY , REALLY LISTEN.

JOHN: YEAH. OH, I AGREE WITH YA!!

STEPHANIE: SO, YES, I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AT THE SHOW. YA’LL ARE COMING JUNE 1ST, TO THE HORSESHOE RIVERDOME IN BOSSIER. I TALKED TO YOUR STAFF ABOUT SOME PRESS PASSES SO I LOOK FORWARD TO SHAKING YOUR HAND.

JOHN: YUP, THAT SOUNDS GOOD. I’M SURE **** WILL TAKE CARE OF THAT.

STEPHANIE: THANK YOU SO MUCH JOHN , I APPRECIATE YOUR TIME AND YOU’VE BLESSED ME WITH A GREAT DAY!

JOHN: THANK YOU VERY MUCH, WE LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU!

STEPHANIE: OKAY. YOU TOO MAN!

JOHN: ALRIGHT BYE!

STEPHANIE: OKAY BYE!

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An Interview with John Oates of Hall&Oates| Yes, really. INTERVIEW WITH JOHN OATES| RECORDED BY STEPHANIE FRUGE' | WED. MAY 1ST, 2013|TRANSCRIBED MAY 16th, 2013…

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