#there i did it. i have a tag. cos nick is the worst.
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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 27: Photos, letters and keys
Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Tony stark x Pepper Potts & Reader, Dum-e & Tony stark, Dum-e & reader
Summary: Pepper got a phone call, tony gets a gift
Warning: Surprised character
Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique
The dawn light crept through the blinds.
It created almost mystical shadows and shades over the objects in the room. It was finally quiet, the only disturbance being the gentle whistle of a breeze as it filtered through the open window.
Pepper and Tony were asleep, ignorant to the deathly silence of the room. But while Tony's dreams were haunted by your memory, Pepper's sleep was just filled with darkness. She couldn't dream, not with everything that had happened.
In fact, she was relieved to be woken by her phone. Many early hours at the office meant the slightest sound made her alert again.
She checked the room subconsciously before reaching over Tony's still sleeping form to see who it was. She was surprised to find it was only 6am.
The number that called wasn't one she recognized, however. Curiously, she accepted.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Potts?" The voice on the other end responded.
"Yes."
"Hi. I'm sorry to call like this, but I heard about (Y/n)'s death and I was hoping we could talk."
Pepper sighed. "Look, I'm afraid we're not making any comments during this time. And if you're calling to sue, you'll need to take it to the PR department."
"I'm not a reporter, Ms. Potts, and I'm not suing."
"Then who are you? How did you get this number?"
"My name is Matt Murdock. I'm a lawyer. (Y/n) Stark's, to be exact."
Pepper was momentarily silenced by surprise as she automatically glanced at Tony. He was still sleeping.
"Ms. Potts?" Matt asked.
"Y-Yes. Sorry. Give me a moment."
She slowly got to her feet and left the room, entering the hallway where she began to pace.
"You knew (Y/n)?" She managed to ask.
"She came to me a year ago." Matt explained. "She told me everything in the hopes that we could work together to plan for the worst case scenario."
"What do you mean?"
"She had people after her and she knew there was a chance she might not be able to keep on running. If things did go bad, she requested that I contact Director Nick Fury of SHIELD to get in touch with either her father or you."
Pepper stopped pacing and settled by a window that overlooked some of the New York buildings.
"Oh, my God." She struggled to form the right words as many different thoughts ran inside her head. "She really planned for all this?"
"I'm afraid so. (Y/n) may have always prepared for the worst, but she was good, too. She was one of the smartest people I had the pleasure of meeting. I'm very sorry for your loss. And for calling so early."
"No, it's... It's okay. Thank you." She tried her best to smile. "I've always been a morning person."
She heard a light chuckle over the phone. "We have that in common. I hope it's not too early for you to consider meeting with my partner and I about (Y/n)'s will? Perhaps during or after the funeral?"
She was still trying to digest the fact that you had an actual will already completed and took a few seconds to reply.
"Of course." She decided. "I hope to see you next week."
"And I you. Thank you for your time, Ms. Potts."
The call ended a moment later and Pepper set her phone down with a heavy sigh. Her head hung low as she thought about it all, especially about what you could have left in the will if you were on the run constantly.
She and Tony already had enough money and material objects in their life so she doubted you would have left anything like that. In fact, the only thing Pepper truly wished for was you back in their arms. She felt like she had lost a daughter the day you died and nothing was able to heal that kind of pain.
She waited a few more minutes to clear her head before walking back to the recovery room. However, when she got there, Tony had disappeared.
She scanned the room quickly and moved to the bathroom, only to find that empty as well. She couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes max.
"JARVIS?" She called.
A second later, the AI responded loud and clear. "How may I help you, Ms. Potts?"
"Where's Tony?"
Surprisingly, JARVIS hesitated.
"Mr. Stark is on his way to his laboratory on the upper floor." He informed her eventually. "His heartbeat is accelerated, however."
"Accelerated?" She mumbled, immediately thinking back to how he was after the Battle of New York with all the nightmares and panic attacks that followed. "I'm heading there now. Why didn't you say anything?"
"Mr. Stark requested that I don't."
"He's supposed to be resting."
"I told him the same but he muted me."
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Up in the labs, Tony burst through the main door.
His palms were sweaty, his chest was rapidly rising and falling, and he couldn't seem to focus on anything at all within the room. He stumbled to the edge of a desk and gripped the end until his knuckles were white and his muscles sore.
He looked up and found a set of Iron Man suits that were meant for testing purposes. Fourteen of them lined the wall, all seemingly in perfect condition.
"Lights on." He said aloud.
His own voice seemed foreign. He didn't sound at all like himself.
As the lights switched on one by one, he followed them throughout the room. When all the suits were lit up, as well as some projects along the other walls, a TV in the corner also switched on and began displaying a news channel.
He moved to a table in the corner where a new suit was in progress. He had only just started it so, for now, it was a scattered mess of parts and paint. Making something usually helped to distract his mind. Maybe it could distract him from your death too.
His breathing began to slow a little as he picked up the hand of his new suit and began checking for modifications or fixes needed. When he deemed it worthy enough, he slipped it on.
The news anchor caught his attention right after. "In breaking news, Black Widow spoke out against the senate committee recently when asked if Tony Stark would be taking responsibility for damages after the attack outside the Avengers Tower."
Tony glanced at the TV, slowly walking over.
"If a man can't save his own daughter from being killed, how is he going to take responsibility for some civilians, I say. Is that really the kind of 'hero' this world wants looking out for it?" The anchor continued. "(Y/n) Stark was responsible for a skirmish in New Jersey too, but it's a bit late for her to apologize."
Before the anchor could utter another word, the TV was blasted apart in a spray of dust and sparks after Tony fired a repulsor beam at it out of sheer anger. His ears rang with the destruction and he turned away with furious tears in his eyes.
He cursed under his breath as memories of that masked man filled his head. He could hear the shot even now just echoing in the recess of his mind. He could still feel the rain splashing against his skin. He could still see you running towards him and then falling short as blood covered the floor. He could still hear the news that you were as good as dead, and the people who said they tried yet failed to save you.
He remembered the way you were so content. When you told him you still loved him. How hard it was to let go. The way you simply smiled as the light left your eyes.
Things could have been so different. He was convinced this was all his fault still. He should have saved you. He should have been Iron Man instead of just Tony Stark. He should have used the suits that made him a hero to save you instead.
As his anger became rage and his sadness became despair, he let out a broken cry and fired the repulsor multiple times, hitting each Iron Man suit hung up along the wall.
By the time he fell to his knees panting and gasping for breath, the lab was covered in shattered glass and destroyed machinery.
Why did every emotion have to hurt so much? Then again maybe he deserved it after everything.
He had an arm around his middle where his still healing wound was and silently sobbed, muttering question after question to himself.
"I'm sorry! Why couldn't I save her? Why her? I needed more time!"
Among the rubble of the lab, a little hydraulic arm robot began to stir. It was Dum-E.
Tony created him in the basement of MIT's Homberg building, earning his fourth consecutive MIT Robot Design Award. He even upgraded Dum-E with a small AI to recognize voice commands.
Dum-E observed Tony on the floor of the lab with what little emotions he could feel being mostly confused and startled. He was able to register the sobs coming from his maker and made a small whir, communicating with JARVIS.
"Sir is upset." JARVIS informed the small bot. "Miss (Y/n) has passed away."
Dum-E actually processed and understood what he was told thanks to the voice recognition in his wiring and beeped sadly, his arm drooping.
He had an impressive memory capacity for an arm. As he moved towards Tony, he remembered the last time he saw you as if it was yesterday.
-
The ruins of the Stark mansion on the Malibu coastline had been shut off from the rest of the world for a while now.
It was a wasteland to most, acres of destroyed property covered in tape and sectioned away. And that was just the grounds. The mansion itself was much worse with half of it having collapsed into the ocean below the cliffs.
Among this ruin lay Dum-E. He was trapped under some stones after the lab caved in. Thankfully he remained mostly unharmed, just beat up and scratched. He tried to use his arm to move things but it was impossible. He whined and beeped in protest, hoping someone might hear.
He tried and tried until finally he heard footsteps approaching.
"Dum?" A soft voice called out. "Dum-E, is that you?"
He made a chirping sound to try and get their attention again.
"Hold on!"
He heard objects and clutter being moved out of the way before finally someone picked him up. He could feel their hands brushing away the dirt that clung to his robotic body as they spoke.
"Hey, Dum." The person - a female - said. "Look at you... I'm glad you're okay. I missed you, clumsy brother-bot."
He beeped happily, filled with excitement as he finally recognized the person now kneeling in front of him. Only one person called him that, and it was you.
"Hey." You laughed, hugging the arm as it launched for you. "It's okay."
He beeped again, holding on tighter.
"Yeah, I missed you too." You smiled, although it was a sad one. "I'm sorry it's been so long."
His happy sounds turned slightly disheartened to express some of the emotions he was capable of showing.
"I didn't mean to run away, you know." You told him. "Things happened."
As you explained, Dum-E nudged against your stomach and you gave the top of him a light pat. Once you finished telling the bot all about what happened, you carefully took an envelope from your pocket and handed it to him.
"This is for Dad, okay?" You said. "But don't let him open it until something bad happens, until he's got nothing else. It's... It might help. Got that?"
He whirred in confirmation, moving the hand up and down in a nodding motion.
"I love you, Dum-Dum."
-
Dum-E observed Tony some more in the destroyed lab, deciding that this was as bad as it was going to get.
He needed the envelope.
He moved himself over to a little treasure box at the corner of his table. It was filled with little trinkets he'd collected over the years such as spare bolts, charms, batteries, and random adjusters. He opened the lid and right at the bottom was your parting gift to him.
With the envelope secure in his hand, Dum-E got himself all the way to Tony. Even though he was just a robot with a little AI inside, he was capable enough to feel immense remorse at the sounds of his creator sobbing and calling your name.
He tried to get Tony's attention with a light beep.
Tony looked up with tear-filled eyes, finding him waiting. He just shook his head, not interested. Dum-E tried again.
"Not now." Tony said quietly.
Again.
"Dum-E, not now." He repeated more firmly.
But the bot didn't give up. He got even closer - making a particularly annoyed series of beeps - and dropped the envelope in front of Tony.
Tony was more than ready to toss the thing away. He grabbed it to do just that when all of a sudden he noticed the scribble on the paper. It was similar to his own handwriting and he slowly moved his thumb to see what was written.
From (Y/n),
To Dad
He went silent, trembling hands now moving to open the surprise letter. He was so shaken that it took longer than he wanted and he almost ended up just tearing the thing open. He was glad he didn't, however, as the first thing he saw was a photo.
You were smiling at the camera with the brightest and most proud grin he had ever seen. You were in a lab and dressed up in SHIELD gear, an engineer's uniform by the looks of it, and you seemed so young. But the part that really got him was the fact that you were trying to mimic an Iron Man pose. You were trying to be him.
In the background of the image was a TV displaying a charity event where he and the team had gone in full costume to spend time with some kids. He was doing that exact pose on the screen.
Attached to this photo was a letter and a key necklace. It was only small, but he grabbed it quickly, desperate to have something of you. He read it intently.
Hey, Dad.
I'm not good at the whole emotional thing when it comes to parental figures but I thought you'd like this. You know, to remind you of me during the bad times.
I'll keep this short for now, but I want you to have the key that came with this letter. Just in case. It's important to me and I know you don't understand but just trust me. You'll get it eventually. I promise.
Love, (Y/n)
(just pretend this is a key necklace)
Tony held the key in one hand and the letter as he looked between them. As you had guessed, he had no clue what it meant. But, if you wanted him to have it, he was going to keep it until his dying breath.
He still couldn't believe it. All the hours he spent believing you hated everything about him when what you wanted all along was just to come home. He looked at the picture again, his fingers brushing over every detail with the utmost care. He held it close to his chest, glancing up at Dum-E.
"Where did you find this?" He asked.
Dum-E gave a dejected beep which was followed by a pattern of many more just like it. After he went quiet again, JARVIS took the liberty of explaining.
"Dum-E says that Miss Stark found him some time ago in the ruins of the old residence. She told him to give you this in the aftermath of a negative outcome. He misses his her."
Tony closed his eyes, determined to keep back any more tears. When he opened them again he carefully set everything down and offered a hand to Dum-E. The bot cautiously accepted, whirring in pleasant surprise when Tony actually hugged him.
"I miss her too, buddy." He said. "I miss her so much."
Dum-E nudged against him some more.
"She loved playing with you." Tony reminiscenced. "Remember? She thought I didn't know but she'd sneak in and try to figure out how to make her own."
Dum-E's hand made the nodding motion again, confirming he also remembered.
Just then, the door to the lab opened and a shocked gasp filled the silence. Tony turned from where he sat on the ground to find Pepper slowly approaching, eyes wide as she took in the destruction of the area. Tony placed Dum-E back on the ground and gathered the envelope's contents again before walking over.
"JARVIS told me." Pepper said, watching him sadly. "Are you okay?"
He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that.
"I'm alive." He shrugged. "Sorry for running off. I just needed to think about something else. I'll clean this up. Sometimes anger management gets messy."
"I know, Tony. It's okay." She noticed the things he was holding tightly in his hands. "What's that?"
"(Y/n) wanted me to have them."
He showed her everything. The letter, the photo, and the key.
"So you don't know what the key's for?" She checked, just as curious.
"Not a clue." Tony confessed. "But I'm starting to learn that she had reasons for everything. I... I miss her, Pep."
"Hey... I'm sorry." She quickly wrapped him up in a hug. "I miss her too.”
#tony stark#tony stark & daughter! reader#tony stark x daughter!reader#ironman#pepper potts#matt murdock#daredevil#mcu#marvel#mcuship#avengers#pepperony
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20 fic questions
tagged by @frostysfrenzy and I'm hoping maybe this inspires me to write somehow:
How many works do you have on AO3? 287
What's your total AO3 word count? 827,685
What fandoms do you write for? Not published on ao3 but I used to write Doctor Who and Criminal Minds, on ao3 I got CSI and Macgyver (2016.) Unpublished, I've started a few Alan Wake fics and even started a Sorjonen fic.
Top 5 fics by kudos:
Speechless (Macgyver)
Stone Bridges (Macgyver)
Face Down (CSI)
Explosion + Krueger + Mac (Macgyver)
Trust + Together (Macgyver)
Do you respond to comments? I do my best to when I get them. I uh. have stopped for a while though but it's still a good feeling when I do see one on a fic
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? All of them lmao. Real talk there's a few break-up fics I've written so probably one of those. This one Nick Stokes/Julie Finlay fic came to mind cause it wasn't supposed to be angsty and I did it anyway.
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Last Breath probably
Do you get any hate on fics? I've gotten feedback that like, I interpreted as "hate" but idk if it was every fully intended as hate and I'm just a sensitive person
Do you write smut? Yes. Can't guarantee it's good though cause I have 0 intimate experiences outside of a bad first kiss but I try to write it anyway lol
Craziest crossover? Wrote and subsequently deleted a fic once where Nick Stokes (CSI) and Jack Dalton (Macgyver) basically switched places and it was a bit sci-fi and out there and people didn't seem to like it so hence the deletion.
Have you ever had a fic stolen? Really fucking hope not. Bad enough I've had gifs stolen.
Have you ever had a fic translated? I think somebody did actually after asking permission.
Have you ever co written a fic? I have! I wanna say with two co-authors in the doctor who fandom way back in the day. I'd also argue a lot of my CSI fics were co-written because so many people gave me so many ideas for them and the fic either wouldn't have existed or been wildly different without them
All time favourite ship? That's a tough one cause I think it depends on how strongly I feel at the time, like right now the OTP is Alan/Alice Wake but I multiship Alan like crazy lol. I'll never be over Doctor/Rose, Nick/Greg, Root/Shaw....those are the immediate ones that come to mind.
What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably all of them....I have so many open Mac and CSI WIPs and never say never but it's not looking good. I hope I can feel good enough to write for them again some day.
What are your writing strengths? I've been told emotions and descriptions and I would agree with that.
What are your writing weaknesses? Less about my writing and more about me; I put a lot of self worth into my writing so when I feel like I get negative feedback or no feedback at all it sends me down this terrible spiral where my self confidence is destroyed (which is 100% why Alan Wake hooked me in the way it did, because I relate to him sooooooo much) so I get highly discouraged very easily which is nobody's fault but my own....I am my own worst enemy. Also maybe my dialogue is not the best sometimes cause idk how to talk to people
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I'd try it! I think I have actually once or twice using google translate lol
First fandom you wrote in? CSI I think. Can't really/don't really want to remember before that.
Favourite fic you've written? Probably Specimen Stokes just cause it was such a wild and out there idea that people still ended up reading and enjoying (hopefully) though I worry it got too weird and cringe but I still love the feelings it gave me at the time of creating and the whole like, saga I wanted to make out of it. There are a few others but that was the first that came to mind.
breaking the tag chain but if anybody wants to also answer these feel free to say I tagged you 💜
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This was from a prompt list by nick---mulligan
Literally Anything Involving The Game Assassins
"I think the guy who has me as a target is in the student union, hey random person, can you pretend to be my partner and then break up with me so he feels bad and won't tag me"
"I have you as a target but stalking you has made me fall in love with you"
"I have you as a target HOW MANY WIGS CAN YOU POSSIBLY HAVE WTF"
"You have me as a target, but classes are a no-tag zone, and we're upperclassmen in the same major, so we have all the same classes"
"You have me as a target DID YOU JUST JUMP OUT OF A MOVING VEHICLE ARE YOU INSANE"
You can use the lines as prompt words, or just to get a general idea of the game if you don't know it.
Or if your not feeling that prompt
Two Students, Chillin' in the Stacks, 2 Feet Apart Because They're Both Stubborn
(the lever rolling the bookshelves apart is stuck, so there's like 2 feet of space between those shelves, but these two absolutely need books in this specific aisle, so they're sandwiched in and doing their best)
you don't have to do them exact just the general gist. Or anything that strikes your fancy!
Ciao!,
So, first of all thank you for the prompts! For the first one you'll have to wait a bit because I actually don't know the game and I'm going on a research-spree before I write something about it ;) those quotes are amazing though (especially the «You have me as a target, DID YOU JUST JUMP OUT OF A MOVING VEHICLE, ARE YOU INSANE?», I am obsessed with it, most probably than not that will be the opening quote of the prompt, just spoilering)
So I decided to write the second one (for now) you're going to get also the first one, when my research-spree is over!
As I started writing this I realized you had not chosen a couple, and though I am primarily a Jonsa writer, I write also other couples, and I decided I wanted to keep it neutral, as if it was an original work. For that same reason I left aside the description of the characters so that you can fill the blanks and decide, by their characterization how you want them to look like. You want them to have dark skin and curly hair, you can do that; you want them to have blue eyes and blond hair or whatever else? You can do that. Basically I'm giving you, and all readers freedom to decide how they want these characters to be.
Representation matters, so what better way than to make it count in my little corner than this way, neutrally described characters?, imagine it like one of those books for kids and parents in which you can choose the skin color and appearance of the character even if the story remains the same.
[And I dearly hope I haven't offended anyone with the way I phrased it]
You can read it after the cut!
Fair warning, as I settled to write this I kind of took the tangent and got inspired by Dandelions (so I do advise you listen to it while you read because I listened to it on repeat while I wrote this, it just gave me the vibe of soft stubbornness of one of the characters) and it turned out a bit more romantically nuanced that I had first planned, nevertheless, hope you enjoy!
Dandelions in between pages
Prompt: Two Students, Chillin' in the Stacks, 2 Feet Apart Because They're Both Stubborn (the lever rolling the bookshelves apart is stuck, so there's like 2 feet of space between those shelves, but these two absolutely need books in this specific aisle, so they're sandwiched in and doing their best)
They’ve fought. And that isn’t even the worst part of it.
Do you want to know what the worst part of this is?
That he is stubborn enough to just cause problems, and while the universe never once replies to her…oh how it complies when he is the one manifesting.
[Like that time he manifested with that bright grin on his face that they’d be paired for a group project and they ended up being paired for every group project of that semester]
So, of course they need books from the very same aisle of the library, and, of course, the lever rolling is stuck. And, of course, because he is a spine in the side, he couldn’t just wait five minutes, let her take her books and then proceed with his own research.
No, that’s what smart and sensible person would do.
[why hasn’t she done it, you might ask?, she’s not about to analyze that little detail. Thank you and amen.]
Instead, the moment he has seen her struggling with the lever rolling what has he done?, made a literal bolt for it, closing her in the space of barely two feet, his side basically hovering over her own.
The little—
Okay. She can do this. It’s not like she’s had a crush on him for the best part of the semester.
She’s developed a massive crush on the guy who sits next to him in class though, he’s smart and sensible and polite. He never once made fun of her nor has he ever shown himself bold enough to interrupt her when she’s asking her question to initiate a damned debate in the middle of a lesson.
[She likes nice guys, and so? What’s so bad about it? Her crush has a very sweet smile though it never reaches his eyes. His smile, instead, is frustrating beyond measure. He smiles with his whole face — like he’s doing now — like he knows one secret only he is privy to, and his eyes crinkle at the edges and his irises sparkle with mirth and fondness at his own jokes. She’d enjoy it much better if it wasn’t always made at her expanses— and that is a thought better left alone. She doesn’t enjoy it, period. His smile is as brass as he is, nothing enchanting about it].
“Couldn’t you have waited five minutes?” she asks, frustration seeping in her very tone.
“Couldn’t you?” he counters “you were clearly busy trying to unstuck the lever, I figured it would be safe—”
She doesn’t even let him finish his idiotic justification “Which is why you felt the need to make a bolt for it”
He gapes at her in a mixture of awe and fondness she’s not analyzing, EVER.
So, what if they’ve fought?, she thinks, she still owes him a punch for what he said.
[And now, you might wonder, why have they fought? Well don’t they always fight for the same very thing? He’s vexing. That’s the truth and she suspects he might find her as vexing as she does him, yet he’s still always around her, poking at her sensibilities, making fun of her color-coded study system and her artsy notes. She thinks he’s jealous. So if you ask her why they’ve fought..? Just more of the same. He poked a bit too much fun to her notes, and maybe tones rose a bit too much, and maybe she told him he was a pain in the ass, and when he had refuted that she looked like she enjoyed staring at him during class she had boldly told him he was just collateral and she was actually staring at his friend whose twice lovelier than he is. He had looked hurt at that and had flipped her the bird, told her she’d never ever get with his friend and stalked away, leaving her with a heavy heart and her stomach twisting in uncomfortable knots]
He chuckles breathily and she refuses to acknowledge the way his breath tingles the back of her neck and make her squirm. It’s disgust, she thinks, she feels uncomfortable.
[That's denial.]
He looks down as he smiles and fondness does shine in his eyes and…does he look a bit shy?
It’s not possible, she reasons with herself. And why there’s a sense of contentment sitting deep in her gut?
Oh, look, his eyes are crinkling in the corners, since they’ve fought his smile has been sparse, she has noticed.
[She’s been looking out for it]
“You know you could’ve just tried to unstuck the lever,” she points out “it’s what a gentleman would’ve done”
He chuckles “Why, do you want me to be a gentleman with you?” he asks and she feels her cheeks flare, she looks down to the list of books, forcing herself to ignore the way he has shifted and is now pressed against her back. His chest is surprisingly warm and soft, despite she knowing he has his fair share of muscles, she’s seen him too many times without a shirt as he trains on track—
“Maybe I just wanted an excuse to get in close quarters with you” he breathes out in a joke and she snaps her head back up from her list of books she needs.
[He doesn’t sound like he’s joking at all]
“Look,” she says, ignore it, ignore it, ignore it “there’s only one way we’ll able to get out of this mess” she tells him and he cocks his eyebrow at her.
[It would be sufficient for one of them to step back, yes it would get a bit of maneuvering but with the right motivation one of them could step back, let the other take their book and then to the same. She almost challenges him to rock-paper-scissor to see who’s the unlucky soul who’ll need to wait]
He’s looking at her completely entranced.
“You’re taller,” she points out like it’s obvious “You reach for where I can’t,” she says “You take all the books and then walk away, I’ll follow you” she adds unhelpfully.
[this plan is shit]
“Okay” he breathes out and— why is he looking at her like that anyway?, his hand is suddenly in her vision “give me the list, and try to slither your way out of there” he says gesturing with a finger in the direction of the end of the aisle.
She crosses her arms to her chest, clutching the list in her hand “Not a chance in hell,” she says “you would mistake the books on purpose and—” her voice gets stuck in her throat when he grabs her by one hip, his hand is surprising gentle even if his hold is firm on her, and it silences her.
He snatches the list from her hand, his jaw clenched— a muscle jumping near the juncture with his ear and she gulps “Do as you will,” he says “just don’t— slap me”
“Why would I slap..?” her question falls on deaf ears because he is intently reading her list, his lips slightly curling and his hand is still curled possessively at her hip.
He looks up and smiles at her, his eyes crinkling in the corners “Move” he commands and she shakes her head.
“I told you I don’t trust you to not—” his other hand comes up, resting on the shelves just on the same level as her face, caging her in, he leans closer and she gets a whiff of his scent. Tobacco, she knows he smokes — she hates it besides, since when do athletes smoke? He’s a fraud — and mint and sandalwood and she feels her lips slightly opening, maybe… inviting?, she doesn’t know, but the way he’s solely focused on her makes her feel lightheaded.
Since when has he been so intense, anyway?
[Always. He’s always looking at you and you know. A small voice that sounds like her brother whispers in her mind, unbidden]
“You really trust me so little?”
“You’re a—” she wets her lips “a troublemaker” she says “I would be foolish to trust you”
“I’m playful” he says instead, still caging her in “you are the real troublemaker”
“I?” she snaps her eyes flaring and he chuckles, why does he draw so much pleasure from making fun of her she’ll never understand. She stands her ground.
“My books,” she orders, “we don’t have all day, and an essay due on friday”she adds “I cannot fail this exam”
He rolls his eyes.
“So bossy” he mutters, but does shift enough to get a good read at the titles before starting to collect the books, he steps forth and suddenly she finds herself sandwiched between him and the shelves, the spines of the books digging into her back, her hands finding purchase on the shelves and grabbing so tight they whiten. His chest is pressed against her, and she can see goosebumps rise in the exposed flesh of his collarbones when her breath fans against his skin.
[She’s not engaging in the thoughts of why she enjoys to get that reaction from him]
“You should’ve moved”
“Huh?” she looks up and he has collected all of her books, piled them in his arms and is looking at her with mirth in his eyes and something else she cannot place.
“You should’ve moved,” he repeats “now we’re even more crammed because I also have the books” he adds.
“Is this another excuse to vex me?” she demands her voice rising of an octave.
He shrugs “Maybe it is another excuse to get closer to you” he says and he keeps saying this kind of things.
“Tell me, why you’re so intent on ruining my day?”
“Maybe I enjoy ruining you” he comments the innuendo clear in his tone of voice, dropped and hoarse and she isn’t so sure it’s safe to keep stubbornly not giving an inch.
And suddenly something her mom used to say comes to her mind, when you have to give an inch make sure to take a mile.
“Wouldn’t you just enjoy that?, maybe you’d end up being the one being ruined” she sasses as she snatches the books from his arms ignoring the strain on her arms — they’re heavy — and she shoulders at his chest, shoving him (though she’s pretty sure he is humoring her and that her shove didn’t actually affect him) enough to get enough room to pass through, though it’s still a tight fit.
Had she turned around she would’ve seen him smile.
Had she turned around she would’ve seen he didn’t take any books.
Had she turned around she would’ve seen his eyes shining with fondness as he looks at her.
Had she turned around she would've seen him successfully unstuck the rolling lever of the shelves.
But she doesn’t turn around.
She’s too stubborn for that, but he’s stubborn too, so he keeps ambushing her. Keeps stealing her pencil, keep sitting next to her in the library. Keeps starting debates when she wants to ask a question during the lessons — she doesn’t just imagine the professor enjoying those tête-à-têtes or the way she starts enjoying those too.
[she’s not analyzing why she starts bringing more than one pencil and keeps the seat next to her in the library occupied with her purse until she sees him walking in her direction; why she rises her hand in class just to begin a debate as well. Why, in spring she goes to study near the tracks, and brings a bottle of iced water that he always gulps down when he approaches her at the end of his training to exchange back and forths. Doesn’t wonder why he starts carrying her books for her when they are speaking of some essay they have to do riding solo, but still end up sharing ideas about anyway]
She’s stubborn, so when he kisses her, in that very same aisle two months from now, she almost bites at his lip in retaliation. He’s stubborn too, so when she does bites his lip, he just grips her from behind her tights and presses her against the shelves in their secret alcove, his touch scorching.
She doesn’t admit her feelings for him for quite some times even after they’ve kissed.
[He’s stubborn too. He doesn’t let her go]
Fin
So, here you have it! Hope you enjoyed it!, again, thank you for the prompt, stay tuned for the first one, and I wish you an amazing sunday!
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I AM DYING LMAO
i just found the most hilarious reviews for the handmaid’s tale and i’m dying lol. since twop is dead(?) (is it? i dunno cos i never look anymore tbh) this is the next best thing. and it’s doubly awesome cos she hates all the same characters. (mutual nick hate is my life). i have another post in my drafts about how amazing amy glynn’s reviews at paste are. and they are. but they are serious. these ones are snarktastic.
“Welcome back to America’s favorite rape and explosions show, The Handmaid’s Tale.”
“Nick goes out into the rain, full emo cigarette smoking, resigned to boning this virgin, when he spies something. Oh no! It’s Offred, sprawled in the rain, bleeding to death. He picks her up and screams for help. My god. These two. Offred is the world’s worst teenager. And Nick is her bad boy boyfriend. She’s going to robotically obey and then bleed to death in the rain? Get the fuck out of here with that. These two act like they are in a My Chemical Romance music video circa 2005.” (This is my fav one of them all.)
“Speaking of Nick, he’s still the worst! His baby bride comes to Offred for...advice? I don’t know why she comes to her exactly, except maybe it’s like coming to your sluttiest friend and asking a weird sex question? I don’t know.”
“Serena is clearly mad about Offred, and E. Moss is doing a great job as playing her as the bitchiest teenager in the house. Aunt Lydia has moved in to keep her eye on Offred, and she bursts in during Offred’s teenage sulk bath to instruct her to wash. Down there. You know. (vagina). Offred makes more defiant teenage eye contact as she washes. Down there. She’s almost coming on to Lydia. That’s cool, I guess.”
“We cut to the Colonies and some more cockadoodie plot machinations. Because of the mass casualty event, Emily and Janine, among others, are going to be pressed back into service as Handmaids. This is some ripe bullshit. First off, both are disobedient. Secondly, they’ve been in the radioactive Colonies for a hot minute--who knows what that’s done to their baby making machinery? But now the writers can bring back some important characters. COCKADOODIE.”
“Part of the purpose of the walks are so the fetus can hear and get used to Serena’s voice, you see, and Serena wants to talk shit about everyone they know.”
“We get some grade A pen pornography as she lovingly fingers Fred’s pens, and we close on the image of Serena behind the desk and Offred clicking the ballpoint just like Ofglen clicked the detonator. (We also get an insane music cue: “Venus.” You know, from the razor commercials and also the 1960s? Like, what the what the what, show.)”
“She’s worked on her shrine and her newspaper-clipping Crazy Wall ™, where she is reconstructing the events that led to the creation of Gilead. Which is great, but also, bitch, didn’t you watch the fucking news? You lived through this.”
“They load up into a truck, but at the last minute, Offred remembers that she is the worst and this show is supposed to go for ten seasons, so she hops out, gives the baby to Emily, and heads back into the night, to become Jedi June and fight Gilead to rescue her other daughter.”
“Serena stomps into Devil Fred’s mancave while he is enjoying his jazz records and demands that Offred go back to the Red Center. Fred talks her down, telling her that they don’t want to miss the joy of the pregnancy. Which, okay, Fred. You try having a testy teenager in your face all day.”
“I really wanted to punch her during all of this. How golly, and how insensitive, to poke through their sacred objects and get all teary-eyed, especially as they risk their lives to shelter her dumb ass.”
“Serena monologues about her drafts of new security orders. She wants things to get back to normal--she wants to cut back on the police state to normal dystopian police state levels.”
“It seems the Marthas have had enough, and they are taking action. Offred fucks around for about ten minutes because she is the worst, carving Nolite into the bedroom wall.”
“Anyway, Serena is super pissed, violently potting succulents and plotting dark deeds.”
“At some point, Offred takes a pout bath that is red with blood. She also bleeds clear through her underwear. When they get home, the Waterfords welcome Nick’s bride into the household, and then send Offred and Rita away. Rita is worried about Offred, but Offred has decided to bleed to death. Up the stairs she goes.”
“Offred’s presence rouses Fred out of his mini-coma for just long enough for him to remark on her size (just like a real son of a bitch). Offred leaves and makes out with Nick in the hall because they are stupid assholes. I mean, really. There are people and Eyes all over the place and these two are just slobbering all over. Offred also makes the Martha’s shooting all about her in a real self-centered way.”
“Let’s check in on the boring house, shall we? Offred decides to go around and collect godmothers for her baby.”
“Oh I forgot that Nick and Offred cuddled the baby and blah blah and I still hate them. Also, Nick, your baby bride’s blood is on your hands.”
“In the show, though, we’ve seen a lot of natal care, including ultrasounds, and we’ve seen the inside of a hospital room. Why in the fucking hell would they mess around with home birth at all? It’s so illogical it makes me mad.”
“So she goes outside with the shotgun, has another wolf encounter, and blasts off some rounds to alert someone of her presence. Then she goes back inside and takes off all her clothes and shits that kid out.”
“Back at the Waterford manse, Serena and Offred bond, AGAIN, over Eden’s execution and Serena lets Offred breast feed the baby, because she is completely internally inconsistent. On this episode, Serena will be affected by the atrocities of the regime she helped create. ANYWAY, THE END.”
“Eden wants to spruce up the apartment, and Nick gives her permission and plays the husband humoring his little woman’s whims. Which, total and complete barf forever. Nick still doesn’t see Eden as a potential threat, because he is an idiot. While she’s working on her HGTV audition tape, she finds the stack of contraband letters Nick took from Offred when she was going mad.”
“Into the house they run, Serena screaming Offred’s name like she’s going to catch her and probably murder her. I mean, this is full throated scream. If your dog ran away, you wouldn’t scream his name that way because he would be like: that bitch is crazy and wants to kill me. So it unsuprisingly doesn’t work on a human woman.”
“Meanwhile, Nick catches Eden kissing the douchebag Guardian. He’s like no big deal, and Eden freaks out. She says that he’s in love with the Handmaid, and he gaslights the fuck out of her denying it. Nick is a bastard. He shows Eden no kindness. He doesn’t treat her like a person. She doesn’t rate even a decent excuse. There are many things he could say: that she’s so young, that they don’t know each other, that he’s unhappy to be married at all. But he does none of those things. This woman is fifteen years old. She’s spent her adolescence under the yoke of Gilead. While she may be a true believer, she is still not in charge of her fate here. Nick is a bastard.”
“Devil Fred and Offred get in a knock-down, drag out, and he misquotes the bible at her and slaps her across the face. She then slaps him across his face, and is not immediately fucking super murdered.”
“Emily is like what the fuck, this place is weird. Lydia is like, bye! You better be good or we will kill you! Have fun! Anyway, she has a brief conversation with the Wife, who is like: this guy is horrible. He created The Colonies! He poisoned people! Commander Old Hipster gently shuffles her away, back to her crazy room.”
And serious business shit (cos it’s not all jokes):
“What I do think is wrong is the zig-zagging of Serena’s character. She’s mean and petty, and then she’s happy playing writer to Offred’s editor. Then she’s mad again, and then even more mad after that. Raping Offred to punish her for false labor is insane and irredeemable. Devil Fred has been consistently devilish--a prick who enjoys owning women--but Serena has seesawed from one extreme to another. I don’t think it makes her character more complicated or deep. Instead, it seems like inconsistency in the writing.
This show has been saluted as being of the times, for being very current. When I see children being ripped from their parents, or in an earlier episode this season, people desperate to escape to another country, and then I see it echoed in real life, it is hard to take. Dystopias are less entertaining to watch when you live in a country that seems to be accelerating toward the same.”
“Things I liked: Annie Lennox, Commander Old Hipster/his house/his wife/his Martha/his stolen art collection/taste in graphic novels/scarves, Rita and the Marthas rising up. Things I didn’t like: EVERYTHING ELSE
As adaptations go, the second season was always going to be a rough one. I can’t say that it was successful. They’ve turned June/Offred into an asshole, and they made Serena so inconsistent we don’t even know what to expect moment to moment. That’s not good writing, y’all.”
BTW, the site is:
https://heauxsmag.com/new-blog/?tag=handmaids+tale
#i'm gonna read s1 later#the handmaid's tale#i no longer worry about any of my posts showing up in tags cos apparently tumblr has decided that nothing i post is worthy of being found ev#ever so whatevs pals. i don't even worry about tagging to avoid being seen in a search now#it's kinda like freedom?? but also invisibility???? hmmmmmmm#there's gotta be some sort of philosophical treatise in there or something#who cares#anti-nick#there i did it. i have a tag. cos nick is the worst.#(he's not the literal worst obvs. but he's the worst to me cos of fandom. it ruined him totally and made me hate him 10000%)#(serena and fred and lydia like worse than him technically but meh.)
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The Road to Love and Truth (Blackhill)
Rating: Teen and up
Words: 2827
Chapter: 2/2
Fandoms: Marvel
Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Steve Rogers, Nick Fury
Additional tags: -
Summary: Maria struggles after her night with Natasha. She gets some good advice from Steve.
Authors note: Blackhill Bingo square I3 "Steve Rogers"
Story below the cut or in AO3 here
Maria still has a huge headache. She's been debating taking another aspirin to ease it down for the past 10 minutes, but it hasn't been too long since she took the first one and it might just not be working yet. The situation with Romanoff might not be helping either.
Without thinking she's making her way towards Phil's office. She's not sure why, she knows she won't talk about something like this to him. He's a good friend but she just can't talk about her sex life with him, less about feelings. Maybe he'll have some work she can do to distract her from the night before. She can't use her key card on a day off, (Fury has made it very clear she's not supposed to be doing work during any type of leave) so she can't go to her own office to continue work.
Phil isn't in his office. Now that she actually thinks about it, he has been on a mission since yesterday. She still needs something to distract her though. Maybe Fury would let it slide this once if she'd go do work, but she'd rather not see him right now. She decides to just go for a walk. Hopefully that'll clear her head a little.
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The fresh air does help her headache and clears her head just the tiniest bit as well. She stands outside of the Triskelion for a short time and decides to go for a short walk along the river.
She keeps her eyes mostly on the water as she walks hands in the pockets of her sweats. She probably should've changed if she's honest, but she didn't want to go back to her room. SHIELD agents weren't that rare sight around these parts, but they definitely didn't go out in their gym clothes. She kicks around some pebbles every once in a while that are lying around the sidewalk.
She loses track of time, trying to just focus on nothing but the movement of the water. And she might have let her guard down, because she gets startled, when a hand taps her on the shoulder.
"Maria, what are you doing out here?"
"Jesus, Steve. Warn a girl next time."
"I literally yelled your name when I saw you. You're not usually this distracted. Are you okay?"
There's concern on his face and Maria doesn't like it one bit. She's fine, and even if she wasn't, everyone else needs to think she is.
"Everything's fine," she lies.
Steve gives her a long look, not quite believing her.
"You can always talk to me, you know? Whatever it is that's bothering you, I'll listen."
Damn Steve, and his kind heart.
"I know," she says.
"Okay, well I'm gonna finish my run. Come and find me if you want to talk about whatever this is," he says as he runs past her.
Maria just waves him off. She continues along the river for a while longer until her headache becomes worse again. Deciding it's best to just go back and take another aspirin, she turns around and heads towards the Triskelion again.
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Eventually Maria realises she needs to talk to someone so she heads towards Steve's quarters and knocks on his door. He opens the door with a smile. They're good friends but it's quite rare she actually ends up on his doorstep.
"Hey, Maria. What's up?"
"I slept with Natasha," she answers as she pushes past him into his room. She sits on his bed, head in her hands. She hears the door click shut as Steve closes it.
"Not what I was expecting. How are you feeling?"
Maria groans at the question, "I don't know. I find out she's queer and few days later I find her in my bed. That's not how that should go. And worst of all I want to do it again, but I don't think I can just keep it at that."
"So you want to ask her out?"
"I think so?" She says and lays down on the bed so she can stare at the ceiling. "But I'm her superior, it's unprofessional, not to mention way too complicated. How am I supposed to be able to send her out there, if I'm worried if she'll make it back? How is Fury supposed to trust in me, if I get compromised because of her? Or what if I make the wrong decision, because I can't--" Steve cuts her off. She feels the bed dip, as he sits next to her on the bed and places a hand on her knee.
"Maria, you're forgetting one important thing, she's the Black Widow, she knows how to handle herself. Do you know how many times she's saved me out there? Because I've lost count by now. And Fury won't see you any differently if you start showing normal people emotions. Also stop worrying about 'what if's. Those are situations you can't know the answers for before it's too late. And for the record, I think you're already compromised. You care more about her than you know. Have for a long time."
"Fuck", Maria breaths the word out.
"Language."
"No, I actually fucked up."
"What did you do?"
"I just left her. She wanted to talk, and I just left her. I wasn't thinking clearly. I told her it was a mistake. Well it technically was because that was definitely not how I wanted that to go, but… I let her believe I don't want her. Shit!" She gets up quickly and starts pacing around. "I gotta go find her. Tell her that I'm sorry for how I treated her. That last night was great. Not that I really remember anything. To hopefully ask her properly out." She freezes on her tracks and turns to face Steve. "What if she says no? How am I supposed to continue working with her then?"
"Maria", Steve warns her.
"Right, won't know the answers before it's too late." She takes a deep breath. "Okay, I'm gonna go to find her. I wonder where she could be."
"At the gym with Barton."
"How would you know that?"
"Just a hunch."
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She does find Natasha at the gym. She's beating up Barton at the mats. Maria decides to just stay by the door and watch, she'll notice her eventually. Natasha seems more tense than normal, maybe even a little angry. She doesn't move around as smoothly as she usually does. Her movements are a little more jacked, more forced. Maria realises that she's not fighting with a clear head. She's trying to push her feelings out. Maria was the reason the Widow's usually flawlessly smooth fighting style looked harsh and broken. It makes her heart twinge.
Eventually Natasha pins Barton down and he taps out. She gets up and her gaze shifts to Maria's. Maria physically flinches under her gaze. She quickly straightens her back and neutralises her face, when Barton gets back onto his feet and notices her presence.
"Commander," he coughs, eyes moving from Maria to Natasha and back again. After a couple of beats of silence he starts backing towards the men's locker room. "I'll just go then."
Maria just looks at Natasha, not really sure what she's supposed to say. Before she's able to say anything, Natasha turns on her heels and heads towards the women's locker rooms. That gets Maria on the move as well. She runs after Natasha and grabs her from the upper arm.
"Natasha wait," Maria says and Natasha stops on her tracks. "I'm sorry about earlier. Can we talk?"
Natasha turns around and Maria tries to look as apologetic as she can. Natasha just stares at her for a while.
"Fine. My quarters in 10."
Maria nods and drops her hold of the other woman. She didn't even realise she had still been holding her upper arm. Natasha eyes her quickly once more before she turns around again and heads out of sight to the locker room. Maria just stands still for a while, looking after her, until she spins around as well and heads out of the gym and towards Natasha's quarters.
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Natasha is punctual as ever, and appears exactly 10 minutes later. Maria follows her silently into her room. Natasha sits down on her bed, one leg under herself while the other hangs off the edge. Maria is reminded of the morning. She stays standing near the door, but is faced towards Natasha. She's trying to figure out her words, even though she's been trying to figure out what to say ever since she walked out of Steve's quarters.
"Well?" Natasha prompts her.
"I fucked up. I'm really sorry for how I treated you. I panicked and I fucked up. I try my best to keep my private life and work separate, and I mostly live at work so… I'm having a hard time, to put it lightly. I also have never done this before."
"What? Been with a woman?" Natasha asks with a serious tone. It takes Maria a beat to realise she's not actually seriously asking that.
"No, Romanoff. You know that's not what I meant. I mean sleeping with a co-worker. Actually kinda never slept with anyone without being on a date first. And especially never had someone in my bed in a SHIELD facility."
"So I was your first one night stand?"
"About that, I wouldn't mind doing it again."
"Was I that good?" Natasha asks with a smirk.
"Natasha! I'm not talking about the sex. I'm talking about all of it. Everything since the mission. Spending time together at that bar and during the mission and also everything that came after."
"Wow. Is Commander Hill getting soft?"
"No,” she says. Taking a breath she continues, “I'd just like to see if this could become something. You're one of the few people around here who I can stand, and I actually had a really nice time yesterday. And I'm not regretting what happened after, so that probably says a lot."
Natasha gives her a small smile.
"What changed?"
"What do you mean?"
"You left the room in such a hurry and now you're here saying you don't regret it."
"Yeah, that. I might've talked to Steve and he had some good advice."
"You went to Steve?" Natasha's voice sounds almost scandalous.
"Who else would I go to? Fury? Do you think I have many friends around here? People who I could talk to?"
"Fair enough."
"So, if I'd ask you out on a date what would you say?"
"I would love to, but do you really want to go on a date? Because I feel like we're not the dating kind of people."
That was actually fair, she did always hate going on dates.
"What do you suggest then?"
"How about this?" Maria is really unsure about how she should feel about the smirk that follows that one simple question.
Natasha gets up and walks towards Maria. She stops when their chests are basically touching. She grabs Maria's hands and wraps them around her waist. Then she wraps her own arms around Maria's neck and rises up on her toes to kiss her. Maria basically melts into it. Eventually she lifts Natasha up and they move on the bed. Natasha seems very impressed that Maria can lift her. Maria might be a bit hurt about that.
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When they decide to leave for an early lunch (neither remembered to eat breakfast), they're barely 100 feet down the hallway from Natasha's room, when they're stopped by a junior agent.
"Commander, Agent Romanoff. Director Fury wants to speak to both of you."
Maria and Natasha exchange a look.
"Did he say what about?" Maria asks.
"Not really," the Agent answers but there's a look on his face Maria doesn't like. It's like he knows something he shouldn't.
Maria debates for a little bit, if she should push and get some answers from him but decides against it. She dismisses the agent and starts heading towards the Directors office with Natasha.
They get a couple weird looks and smiles on the way there. They walk the whole way in silence. Both clearly trying to figure out what Fury wants from them.
Fury sees them immediately, which tells Maria that it's something important. She's getting nervous. Natasha is here as well, so her mind goes only to a specific direction, but how would Fury know?
"Director Fury, you wanted to see us?" Maria greets him.
"Hill, Romanoff. Has either of you checked the news today or any social media?"
Natasha shakes her head. She's been awfully quiet after they ran into that agent.
"No, sir. I haven't checked my phone at all today. Pretty sure it's dead anyway. I've been a bit distracted," Maria answers truthfully. There's no point in lying.
"Well, you probably should stay out of social media for a little while but that's just a suggestion. Do you have anything else to report to me?" His eye shifts from Maria to Natasha and back.
He knows. Maria takes a deep breath. She feels Natasha's hand touch hers, a sign that it's okay.
"Yes, sir. We, uh... Natasha and I are involved."
"Will it be affecting your work?"
"No, sir."
"Then I'm happy for you," he says with the slightest hint of a smile.
Maria is surprised and she can sense that so is Natasha. She lets her posture get a little more relaxed.
"Now to the real reason I invited you in," Fury says as he pulls some tabloid articles up on the screen behind himself. They're all saying basically the same thing: Black Widow at a gay bar with a mystery woman . Some of them have clearly done a better job with trying to figure out who this "mystery woman" is because a couple of them have actual pictures of Maria along with her name. And there's pictures. Pictures of them kissing, the intense looks they changed during that night and pictures of them leaving together.
"We tried to get them down before they spread too far, but clearly we didn't manage that. Anything about the Avengers' personal life spreads like a fire. I'm sorry about the situation it puts you in."
Both of the women just nod. There wasn't anything to say. Fury takes this as his answer and turns off the screen.
"Well then, you're dismissed. Hill, if you could stay for just a little longer?"
Natasha squeezes her shoulder a little before she steps out of the room.
"Sir?"
"No reason to be that formal anymore. This is just me checking on you. How are you feeling?"
"Well, that's a lot, but I think I'm fine. It's not the way I wanted things to go, but I guess it's good that it's out. If we wish to go out, now we don't need to worry if someone sees us or not."
"Okay, still I wish the situation wasn't this. I strongly suggest that you don't check any social media for the next few days. I know you think you can handle it, but there's gonna be some bad stuff there and I'd prefer the dust settles a bit first. Also if anyone, and I mean anyone, in SHIELD gives either of you a hard time because of this, let me know. I will handle it. It's out there, so everyone knows. I wish you could've handled this on your own terms, but the situation is what it is."
Maria smiles at him.
"Thank you, Director. I know I said it won't affect my work, and I truly believe and hope so, but if it ever seems like I'm putting her before the mission; pull me out of it, if possible. I know I won't be happy about it, but I need to know that I won't be making mistakes because I'm compromised."
"Of course. But I have full belief that you'll do great even then."
Maria nods and heads towards the door but Fury's voice makes her turn around before she gets to open it.
"Also, before you go. I am truly happy for you, Maria."
Maria smiles at him and nods her thanks and joins Natasha on the other side of the door.
Natasha hugs her as she closes the door. Maria circles her arms around her and presses her cheek against Natasha's head.
"That went better than I expected." She hears Natasha mumble against her chest.
"It did," Maria agrees.
"I'm so sorry about the articles though. If I would've just realised--" Maria quiets her with a kiss.
"Natasha, there's nothing you could've done about it. The second we walked in there everyone was paying extra attention to us. Those articles would be there even if we hadn't kissed. I'm just glad we did. I don't think I would've ever dared to take this step otherwise," Maria says. She looks Natasha in the eye and they exchange smiles. "Now, how about that lunch?"
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"Caught In The Storm" *Part 2*
Y'all thought I was kidding when I said I was pumped for this story; you just read how long this chapter is.
IT'S POURING OUT. I JUST WANT YOU TO GET WHERE I AM ALREADY.
It's so good guys. Like, SO GOOD.
Okay I'm sorry proceed.
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If you missed part 1: Here!
Part 3 Here!
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The next day the SVU squad was having one of their "murder board" meetings when you came storming into the station.
"Well I hope you're happy!!" You looked right at Fin.
"Audition didn't go well, cannoli?" Sonny asked you using his pet name for you.
"No Sonny, it DID NOT," You huffed. "I walked in there and I blew my audition," You circled Fin’s desk. "And I don't mean I forgot the lyrics, or I hit a bad note. No no, ohhhh no," You finally stood in front of him and crossed your arms.
"Halfway through the song I broke down SOBBING. I had a complete mental breakdown, because all I could think was that I had the worst moment of my entire life in that room!!!"
"Hey you can't blame us for your mistakes," Fin retorted.
"I don't blame them, I blame you!" You gestured to the rest of your “family” and then to him.
"Excuse you?" Fin sat up straighter.
"You didn't have to say anything Fin, you really didn't," You sighed.
"What?"
"You could have waited to have your fucking temper tantrum until after my audition,"
"Excuse me no--"
"She has a point" Olivia interjected.
"You too?" Fin took offense.
"Fin she was leaving, it wasn't like she was going to try and jump Rafael's bones right there," She went on. The whole room shivered at the thought of you “jumping” anybody’s bones.
"Look, I don't love it either but you can't help your feelings. And she just has a little crush on him, you can't fault her for that,"
You scoffed in offense.
"You're not helping, sweets," Olivia warned.
"Right…"
"Anyway you could have waited to have it out, is all I’m saying,” Olivia nodded at you with a smile. You mouthed a “thank you”.
"Oh we haven't begun to have it out," Fin huffed.
"Save it" You put a hand up before he started to stand up and get in your face for a fight.
"I already know what you're going to say; he's too old for me, we're a 'family' and he's supposed to be my 'uncle' or 'brother' or some other creepy thing, and we have nothing in common. But we do!"
"You barely know him, Y/N," Nick chimed in.
"I know him better than any of you!" You cried defensively.
"What?" Sonny looked at everyone confused, but they were just as lost as he was.
"That summer….when I was working with him. We got... close," You muttered the ending.
"I fucking knew it, you did bang him begin my back…" Fin growled.
"It wasn't like that! It's not like that, da--FIN," You actually did usually call him dad or daddy, but since he had been trying to use his dominance you persisted to remind him he wasn't actually your father.
"So what, now you two are in love?" Fin rolled his eyes.
"No! He didn't... we've never….it's never gone there, and I don't even know how he feels," You looked down as you talked. But then, you remembered why you were there in the first place and you raised your head up with eyes of fire.
“And it wouldn't matter anyway because it's none of your business.” You snapped.
“It is absolutely my business Y/N he’s my co-worker, he’s ALL of our co-workers, this affects ALL of us,”
“I knew it,” You scoffed, tears coming to your eyes.
“What?”
“I knew you’d blow up, and freak out, and not even ATTEMPT to open your mind or hear what I have to say, it’s just about you and what makes you okay,” You backed away from all of them.
“So I came here willing to say that I’m done,” You raised your hands.
“What do you mean you’re ‘done’?” Fin crossed his arms.
“With you,” You replied straight faced, willing tears not to fall right now. “Olivia’s right, I can’t help the way I feel, and BELIEVE me I have tried, daddy,” You resorted to your old name for a punch in the gut.
“Y’know whenever Sonny and Nick started, I had ‘crushes’ on them too,” You nodded at the two, who quickly looked uncomfortable picturing you that way.
“But those quickly went away, and I accepted them as my uncles, or whatnot,” You continued. “I have done that since I was in Jr. High, come here and meet my new ‘family’. I’ve always felt maternal or paternal vibes from everyone here, Uncle Brian, Grandpa Kragen and Munch, Uncle Stabler who can rot in hell…” You gave Olivia a sad look.
“But it’s ALWAYS been familial love! And the day I met Rafael, something was different,” You couldn’t help the tears choking your throat. “And I have never, EVER no matter HOW hard I have tried, felt anything like I feel about the rest of you. It’s just....different,”
“And now, you all know. And I know that you don’t like it, or it makes you uneasy, or blah blah blah,” You made blah gestures with your hands.
“But I can’t go back to pretending that it doesn’t kill me every time that I see him, and I’m not going to pretend like I’m okay with dad being-- this,” You gestured to Fin who shifted uncomfortably.
“So, I’m not going to come around here, for a while,” You said sadly.
“We didn’t do anything, cannoli! We’re your family too,” Sonny protested.
“Yeah I know, I just--”
“Look, Y/N before anybody does ANYTHING, you need to go talk to Rafael,”
“What?
“WHAT?!”
Both you and Fin exclaimed at the same time.
“Look I’m not thrilled with the idea of...that, but the bottom line none of this arguing means anything if he doesn’t feel the same way. So I’m saying before you start going off and making threats to US, go talk to him first. Without anybody else’s input,”
“Yeah, alright,” You shrugged and left before anyone else could argue.
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You walked into Rafael’s office quietly, not really sure how to start the conversation. He was writing a deposition silently so you knocked on the door to get his attention. He looked up at you with a small smile.
“Hey you,” He got up and walked around his desk as you shut the door behind you. “I was worried about you,” He put his hands on both of your shoulders.
“I know,” You gave him a small smile back. “But you’re right we do need to talk about last night,”
“Yeah, I--” He looked away nervously.
“I already went to my da---Fin, and the squad about this,” You bit your lip.
“....About what?” He was now concerned.
“Us,” You looked at him with a small smile.
“I’m sorry, there’s an ‘us’ now?” Rafael half laughed.
“Well that’s what I’m saying, Rafael!” You bit your lip. “Look after all the fighting and what not, what it boils down to is how you and I feel,”
“.....What are you saying?” Rafael asked, backing away from you.
“I’m asking,” You step forward and took both of his hands and looked at him seriously.
“For you to forget about Fin, or the squad, or an age gap, or all the million other things that are ‘against’ us,” You took a deep breath and asked the hardest question you’ve ever asked anyone:
“I’m asking you...do you love me?”
“Of course I love you Y/N, you’re like a--” Rafael immediately responded, moving away from you and gesturing wildly.
“Do NOT say daughter,” You cut him off. “Or sister, or niece, or cousin. You know that’s not what I’m asking,” You grabbed him and made him look at you again.
“Do you want to be with me?”
“I...it’s complicated,” He broke from your hold and paced his office.
“No I’d say it’s pretty damn simple-- do you feel about me the way I feel about you?” You asked him again.
“I just...I don’t want to become between you and Fin, he’s basically your--”
“He’s NOT my father!” You yelled.
“But he’s the closest thing you have!” Rafael argued, putting his hands over his face and taking a deep sigh.
“Christ almighty, Y/N. I don’t...I don’t want this to be a whole ‘thing’, I don’t want to upset Olivia, or the other squad members, I just...want us to go back to normal,” He gave you a sad look as he sank into his chair behind his desk.
“....Yeah well, normal is not an option, Rafael. And you STILL have not answered my question,” You circled his desk to be closer to him again.
“What question?”
“Dammit, Rafa!” You threw up your hands, then took both of your hands and put them on either side of the chair preventing him from evading you again.
“Look me in the eyes right now, and tell me you’re not in love with me,”
A very long pause began, as the two of you just stared at each other. You were searching his green eyes for a hint, a tell of what he was thinking, but he kept himself very guarded. You hated it.
“...No, I’m not,” He said in the tiniest voice as he looked down at the floor.
“You’re lying,” You pulled back with a sarcastic laugh, tears choking your throat yet again.
“Oh so just because I didn’t say what you wanted me to, I’m lying? For fuck’s sake grow up, Y/N,” Rafael spat at you coldly, turning back to his desk in an attempt to resume working.
“Fine, you know what? Fine. That’s great. You believe whatever you wanna believe Rafael, but things are NOT going back to normal,” You shook your head, trying to be cold and direct but failing as tears fell from your eyes.
“Y/N….” He felt his heart breaking, he hated to see you cry.
“No,” You stopped him. “We’re done. I don’t ever want to see you again. Not here, not at the station, not at the fucking Starbucks down my street!” Your voice raised as more tears fell.
“Y/N, please don’t do this…” Rafael began to panic, realizing what you were saying. He leapt up from his chair and tried grabbing your hands but you pushed him away.
“Don’t call me, don’t text me. Just...leave me hell alone,” And with that you turned on your heels and stormed out of his office, now full on sobbing down the hall.
Unbeknownst to you, Rafael let out an angry scream, running over to his desk and flinging papers everywhere, then proceeded to sink back into his chair behind his desk and cried ever so silently in his office.
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It had been about a week since your whole fallout with your “family” and Barba and you weren't doing great.
Then one day you got a phone call from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Hey Y/N, this is Sandy from the supper club?” You immediately stopped walking when you heard her voice.
“Oh yes how are you?”
“Great, I was wondering if you could come back in and audition for us again?”
“Are you serious? I know I’m going to regret asking but, what made you change your mind?”
“Well your friend Kelsey called and told us that the day you came in and auditioned, your dog had just died that morning. But you didn't want to stand us up so you came anyway. And to be honest with you, all of the other auditions have kind of sucked so we'd like to give you another try.”
“Oh my God thank you, thank you, thank you so much!!!”
“Great so we'll see you tonight at 8:00?”
“Absolutely,”
You hung up the phone and immediately called Kelsey.
“Hello?”
“I love you so much I love you I love you I love you!”
“Oh so they called did they?”
“YES. I cannot believe that you would do that for me,”
“Well I figured you needed a win right now. Since you know you lost your family, and everybody who actually cares about you,”
“....Wow,”
“ You know what I mean! I mean you still have me, and Kenny obviously,”
“....Right. ANYWAY, the audition is tonight so….”
“Yes?”
“Will you play for me?”
“Let me see if I can free up my busy schedule,”
“Ha, Ha,”
“Oh look I’m free! I'll be there after work. Love you bye”
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*That Night*
You walked into the Supper Club with a brand new outfit and a nervous smile. You noticed Kelsey was already at the piano, waving at you with a huge smile and a thumbs up.
“Hey Sandy, Hey Kyle…” You shook hands with the owners. “Thank you so much again for this chance,
“Girl we should be thanking you, you should’ve seen the ‘talent’ that has stunk up this stage all week!” Kyle laughed.
“So are you ready?” Sandy asked you.
“Yeah, I think I’m good,” You took a deep breath and smiled at her. She nodded at you while you took your spot on stage once again.
You closed your eyes and blocked out everything and everyone out of your mind, except for your song. It was just you, and the stage. This is what mattered.
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“....Good to you,” You finished the last line with a breathy note, your eyes still closed. You had kept them shut the entire time just so you wouldn’t look out into the house and just see the horrified looks of your family's faces burned into your brain.
“That was beautiful!!” Sandy clapped her hands. “Do you think you could come back tomorrow night and do that again?”
“Like for a second audition?” You asked hopefully.
“Like as a job,” She grinned back.
“Really?!”
“Yes really! That was enchanting darling, really,” Kyle placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Thank you, thank you so much!” You nodded for Kelsey to come over as Sandy and Kyle walked away.
“I got the job,” You beamed.
“YOU GOT THE JOB!!!!” She squealed, causing people to stare. You shook your head and lead her out of the club back onto the street.
“Oh my god, Oh my GOD! I’m going to sing to a packed club, night after night after night! Oh my god, I have to call Dad---” Your celebrating tone quickly died when you realized the only people you’d wanna call about this weren’t...there.
“...You can call Kenny,”
“Kenny!” You smiled. “Yes I’ll call Kenny!”
“Hey girl what’s up?”
“I got the job,”
“Wha---at the Supper Club?”
“YES!!!!!!”
“Oh my god you GOT THE JOB!!!” *she got the job!*
You heard him speak to a muffled voice in the background.
“Kenny…”
“Yeah babe what’s up?”
“Who are you with right now?”
“...Alejandro,”
“Oh, Alex! I haven’t seen him in forever, put him on the phone,”
“He uh-- he has food in his mouth,”
“Boy why you lying, tell her she needs to--”
You heard Fin's voice.
“KENNETH,”
“...Yeah?”
“Don’t tell him that! He doesn’t get to know that!”
“Y/N, can’t we just stop all of this--”
“NO. And if you tell him to come tomorrow night I will kill you,”
You hung the phone and noticed Kelsey giving you a look.
“What?” You raised an eyebrow.
“You didn’t have to tell him you were singing tomorrow, you could’ve just texted him so Fin wouldn’t hear,” She smiled mischievously at you. “You want him thereeee,”
"...Maybe," You bit your lip. "Do you think he'll come?"
"I bet they ALL come, baby girl," She winked.
You wondered if she was right. If you'd see Rafael tomorrow, after all this time.
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“I can’t believe she--” Kenneth stared at the phone, then to Fin.
“Dad, you have to go to her show tomorrow night,”
“Kenny she literally just said she’d kill you--”
“Yeah but dad, we both know her,” He looked at Fin with earnest eyes. “She might be mad at you right now, but she’ll want you there when her dream is coming true,” Fin’s eyes lit up as he finished speaking.
“AND the rest of the squad,” He quickly added, making Fin sigh.
“Yeah,” He agreed.
“AND Barba,”
“...Yeah alright Ken I get it, okay? Finish your food before it gets cold,”
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The next day Fin went to see Barba at his office. He knocked softly then entered to see Barba talking with Olivia.
“Detective,” Barba nodded. “Didn’t expect you here, was Olivia not working fast enough?” He teased Liv with a smile.
“Actually I’m glad you’re both here. I need to tell the rest of the guys but-- I wanted to come here first,”
“That sounds ominous, Fin,”
“Actually it’s not,” He shook his head. “Y/N got that job she...auditioned for, a few weeks ago,” He muttered awkwardly not looking Barba in the face.
“Wha--Seriously? How? When?!” Olivia began asking questions rapid fire.
“....Why did you come to tell me this, Fin? You didn’t know Olivia was here,”
“Look, Barba,” Fin sighed, running his hand back across his head. “I don’t-- I don’t need to know the specifics of how close you and my daug---Y/N, are,”
“Oh Fin look I haven’t--”
“Yeah, I figured. She’s iced us all out for a while now,” He chuckled sadly. If he taught you anything, it was how to stand your ground.
“But Kenny said, that as mad as she is we need to be there tomorrow night when she goes on,” He continued. “All of us,”
“Tomorrow?” Barba’s eyes perked up. “Tomorrow night, you want me to go see Y/N?”
“ALL of us,” He emphasized. “But, yeah,”
“Sounds good,” He replied as nonchalant as he could, trying to hide his excitement. He missed you so badly, it scared him how much it hurt not to have you in his life on a daily basis.
“Uh huh,” Fin chuckled, nodding to Olivia. “I’ll see you back at the station,”
“Actually I was on my way out, I’ll see you tomorrow night Rafa,” She winked at him.
As soon as they left his office, Rafael did a fist pump in the air like a kid. He was going to see you, after so long.
He couldn’t wait. He just hoped you couldn’t either.
#rafael barba#rafael barba x reader#rafael barba x you#rafael barba imagine#law and order svu#law and order special victims unit#law and order svu fanfiction#caught in the storm
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Annual Writing Self Evaluation
Thank you for the tag @louandhazaf!!! I’m honestly clutching my chest that you tagged me, so thank you xxx especially since i love this little self eval that i think @juliusschmidt came up with all those years ago and we just keep perpetuating it haha
this... is going to get long, though. since it asks me to list my works published this year and that is 24. so. here goes.
1. List of works published this year:
Swerve the Handshake (Nick/Louis)
Need So Much of You (Harry/Louis for @onedirectionbigbang)
You're A (Total) Distraction (girl!direction and hybrid Harry/Louis for @wallsficfest)
Always Keep You Next To Me (Greg/Louis for @wallsficfest)
With Your Hand In Mine (Nick/Louis for @wallsficfest)
Smells Like Omega Spirit (Harry/Louis for @1daboficfest)
If Only We Wish Hard Enough (Harry/Louis for @disneydirectionfest)
Political Pizza (Harry/Louis for @wordplayfics)
Talk the Night Through (Harry/Louis for @wordplayfics)
Wrinkles (Harry/Louis for @1000feelingsfics)
Would You Be My Girlfriend? (girl!direction Harry/Louis for @wordplayfics)
Lately You've Been On My Mind (Harry/Louis for @wordplayfics)
Don't Want It Any Other Way (Harry/Louis for @wordplayfics)
I'm Ready for the Worst (Greg/Louis for @louisandmenfest)
Loving You's the Antidote (Nick/Harry/Louis for @finelineficfest)
Do You Know Who You Are? (Harry/Louis for @finelineficfest)
Don't You Call Him (What You Used To Call Me) (Harry/Louis for @finelineficfest)
Gone Too Long (From You) (Harry/Louis co-written with @fallinglikethis for @finelineficfest)
Just Me and the Stars Can Get Lonely (Niall/Rory McIlroy for @heartbreakweatherficfest)
The Way You Bend the Rules (Niall/Rory McIlroy for @heartbreakweatherficfest)
And Then I Saw His Face (Harry/Louis for @1dtrickortreatfest)
I'mma Give You A Promotion (Nick/Louis)
What You Waiting For? (Nick/Harry for @1000feelingsfics)
(I'm Dreaming of a) One Night Inn (Harry/Louis, Zayn/Liam, Niall/Shawn)
2. Work you are most proud of (and why):
every time i think about this question i’ve got a different answer, to be honest. i do think my I Go Down Blazing, Feeling Like I'm Going Crazy series is probably what i’m most proud of, though. as soon as i knew @runaway-train-works was going to be hosting the heartbreak weather fic fest, i knew i wanted to write dear patience, but as the idea grew and grew and more ideas solidified and i realized what the story was turning into, i realized it was so much more than i originally thought and i needed a second song to help me fully get a solid grasp on it. in the end, it was a hard duo of fics to write, mainly because i honestly don’t know much of anything about golf, i was still trying to create fully the way soulmates worked in the world, and there’s just not all that much about rory online to find, so i was winging it haha but i’m so incredibly happy with the world i made and the fics i wrote, even if i don’t know that they’ll ever get to like 200 hits or whatever hahaha i love them.
3. Work you are least proud of (and why):
uhhhhh you know looking at this list of fics i have, i’m actually proud of every single one for some reason and i don’t know if there’s any of them that i’d even label as “least proud”.
4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:
i hate this question and forget that it is on this list every year lollll let me see if i can find something i really like. okay i found one, it’s from my long grouis haha and i’m apologizing now for it being so long. you can skip ahead to the next question if you like, but i’m just incredibly proud of the banter and the way i wrote this section, PLUS those damn joggers actually happened because he posted a photo of himself wearing them in the shops on instagram and that inspired this entire thing so. enjoy. (i’ve italicized it and indented it to hopefully make it easier to skip it’s so long i’m so sorry)
“It’s safe for you to come back in here,” Louis called out as he closed his computer.
“Thank goodness, I was getting so exhausted of hiding in your bedroom and snooping through all your shit,” Greg said as he walked out wearing a sheet mask and a pair of grey joggers that did nothing to hide what he was packing.
Louis smirked and wanted to say something, but Greg kept going.
“Did you know you have like five different deodorants in there?”
Louis threw his arm on the back of his couch and nodded.
“Why?” Greg asked, throwing himself down onto the couch and placing his stupidly long legs on top of Louis’. “Who legitimately needs five different deodorants? Do they have different uses or something? Some were even women’s deodorants, so I wasn’t sure if they were your sisters’ or what. Oh, and I helped myself to one of your fancy toners. It had rosewater in it or something.”
“Well, for the deodorants I just like trying different scents and I switch them up based on my mood. And actually, the one I use most often is a women’s deodorant. It works great. Plus I smell fresh and clean like baby powder all day.” Louis shrugged. “And that wasn’t my toner. Dunno who left it. Just showed up one day and no one says it’s theirs, so I kept it. It’s quite nice, isn’t it? Lotts said it’s supposed to help even out the PH balance of my skin or some shit, but I’ll be fucked if I know what that actually means.”
“Oh, that does sound fancy,” Greg agreed, checking the time on his phone. “I’ve got five more minutes on this mask, don’t let me forget. Don’t want to leave it on so long it burns my skin off or summat.”
“Sure,” Louis said, laughing. “So are you actually wearing anything under these or are you just that excited to see me?”
“Eh?” Greg asked before looking down at his crotch. Of course, now he was sitting down it didn’t show anything. “What are you on about?”
“Stand back up and look in a mirror, mate,” Louis said, laughing. “You’re dick was trying to tell me hello a minute ago.”
“I didn’t tell it to do that,” Greg muttered as he shifted so he could stand back up again. He walked into Louis’ bedroom, and Louis could hear when he’d seen himself. “Oh my God, that’s obscene! Does it always look like that when I wear these?”
Louis laughed and walked into his bedroom to see Greg’s eyes wide as he shifted himself around and walked a bit, appalled that no matter what he did, nothing seemed to make it any less there.
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never seen you in those. You usually nick a pair of mine,” Louis reminded him. “Do you wear them without pants often?”
“I never wear pants with these,” Greg said, rubbing his forehead. “Fuck, I’ve likely given that nan that lives below me too many looks at my cock without even realising it. They’re my softest, most favorite pair of joggers! I wear them to the shops when I’m too knackered to get fully dressed!”
As Greg continued to narrate the various escapades he’d had over the years in the joggers without even realising what he’d been doing, Louis settled onto his bed, propping himself up on his elbow so he could still watch Greg as he motioned about in distress.
When it was clear Greg wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, Louis pulled out his phone and started filming. There was no one he could share this with, but it would be good for a laugh later on.
“Fuck, and you didn’t remind me to take off my mask!” Greg cried, rushing back into the bathroom to remove the sheet mask and do whatever else he had to do when he used them.
Greg was proper obsessed with them, said they were relaxing and kept his skin soft. Louis just liked knowing they were one of Greg’s things, like taking regular baths with a bottle of wine and perusing various adoption websites for dogs he could possibly give a good home to.
“Sorry, love,” Louis said, as Greg walked back out of the bathroom. He really was sorry, but he also couldn’t pass up the opportunity to keep taking the piss. Greg was too much fun to rile up. “Was distracted by your big dick flopping about whilst you remembered all the good times you’d had in the joggers.”
5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:
i’ve had a few this year that told me they don’t usually read that pairing or they don’t usually comment on fics, but for various reasons they gave the pairing a try or wanted to comment because of something specific and those were particularly lovely. that said, every comment is so so great, they really do boost me up to see them and i need to do better with getting my anxiety in hand and responding to them regularly.
6. A time when writing was really, really hard:
this entire damn year, man. all of the time i’d carefully carved out for myself over the past few years to write was basically blown to shit with the pandemic, which also was so exhausting it didn’t leave me with much energy to write. but i still somehow posted 24 fics?? i dunno, dude. i think writing saved me and gave me something to look forward to, tbh.
7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:
most of my advent fic, tbh lollll a lot that was in there wasn’t really brainstormed ahead of time, it just happened, and i forgot some of the details even because i just flat out didn’t remember what i’d put in there, so i’m STILL surprised haha i love when fics happen like that
8. How did you grow as a writer this year:
i always think of challenges as fun and then i look back and wonder if i was insane because i thought it would be fun to try something new but it was mostly really fucking hard haha i wrote a lot of pairings and combinations of tropes this year that i never have before as well as stretching myself with writing emotions and situations i never have before, so i’m quite proud of myself for continuing to push the envelope and try new things like that.
9. How do you hope to grow next year:
i mostly hope that i’ll be able to carve more time out for myself as things HOPEFULLY settle down a bit more. i might not be as impulsive when it comes to choosing things to write at that point, but we’ll see. lol
10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
i... hmm. there’s a lot of people i’m thinking of right now, but it’s hard to choose just one. i think actually there were two and they were @louandhazaf and @disgruntledkittenface. i very much admire both of them for their own writing and works, but i am particularly inspired by how many pairings they write and the variety of fics they have posted. it’s definitely because of them that i’ve tried writing a lot of the pairings that i have, and that’s before you even start to look at the help they’ve given me with betaing certain fics (usually rare pairs lollll). they’re just both so supportive and open to so many things, and i am so much more open to all sorts of things because of them. i CANNOT answer this without mentioning the Write Your Way Out GC either, though. Y’all are my crew in SO many ways and you let me rely on you in every way through this past year. it really does take a village, doesn’t it?
11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:
lmao i’m sure. but all i’m thinking of at the moment are the tumblr posts and canon compliant shit i based the fics on, so nothing off the top of my head apparently haha
12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:
hell if i know. maybe just... write for yourself. i think that’s why i’m so proud of every fic i wrote this year. i really was writing for me and if others like it too? bonus.
13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:
my big bang!!! that’s the big one. i’m so excited for it. i have a whole list of other fics, too, though. hahaha i’m also super SUPER excited for both of my omega harry fics to post hehe
14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read.
@becomeawendybird @sadaveniren @londonfoginacup
*All answers should be about works published in 2020. Also, you can skip any questions you hate or don’t want to answer, but please leave them on the list so that others can do them if they want.
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Riverdale S5 Ep9 Thoughts
It’s been awhile since I’ve watched Riverdale, I’m getting bored with them going back to Varchie out of literal nowhere and I’m assuming BH will soon follow because they don’t know how to write anything else even though that’s all the show needs to be good. Look how great the show was when they were finally starting to give us Barchie…. anyways thoughts under the cut so this post doesn’t clog up the tag. Also: MANIFESTING JERONICA AND BARCHIE BYE
- Honestly a lot of people are weirded out/annoyed by the alien plot but I love aliens so I’m lowkey okay with it.
- Alice this is Riverdale you really think some bad coincidence couldn’t have happened right after Polly left the phone booth?
- Veronica stop using money for no reason PLEASE. And god more VA scenes I’m so tired of it… though somehow it fits better than them being together as teens. But we’re not forgetting how he cheated on her with Betty, still loves Betty, and is mostly just going back to Veronica because it’s “comfortable”
- TABITHA AND VERONICA SCENE!! They look so good standing near one another ugh
- … if I heard the football coach say that over the intercom I’d literally think he’s a whiny piece of shit and never go to the games in spite. What the fuck was that???
- Jughead acting like he probably wouldn’t have written a story like that kid when he was in school lol okay...
- Reggie pointing at each bulldog and calling them a loser on his way out…. what the actual fuck asdfgjkl;
- Give Veronica literally anything than plots surrounding Archie and Hiram we’re so fucking TIRED
- Veronica needs Archie to talk to Reggie about this boring football bs but will make a wager with her dad that will go against everything Archie would like… please nothing about them as a couple has changed!!! IT’S SO BAD AND BORING!!!! WE DON’T WANT THEM!!!
- We really could have had teachers!Barchie and Jeronica but noooo they’d rather cater to toxic bh and va who don’t deserve to have their boring ships that ruin their characters. Why did Riverdale get stuck with the people who can’t write to save their lives?
- Cheryl and Betty finally having an actually good conversation wow-
- VA once again in bed sigh. The only thing getting me through is that Archie seems much happier with Betty muah
- Veronica stop being cute I’m trying to hate you and Archie getting back together out of nowhere
- Betty please for once in your life stop lying… I know you’re trying to protect her but if Polly really is dead it’s gonna hurt even worse now that you gave her hope
- LERMAN LOGAN AAFJDSHKHFJDFASHJKN THAT’S HIS FUCKING NAME? BRUH-
- “The story could have alluded to stuff happening at home.” “Then you should have come to us!” yes because parents who were abusing their child totally wouldn’t say anything to throw off the teacher who’s just trying to make sure their student is okay…….. why would he go to the parents first?
- #Kangs Cheryl shh we already don’t like them together please stop… anyways Swangs and Keggie when???
- Fangs really dated Kevin for 7 years, weirded out with his bf going into the woods to hook up with strangers and only now is talking about it… and they thought they’d be able to marry and have a baby together??? damn anyways SWANGS AND KEGGIE WHEN????
- But also Fangs is so right that’s why Kevin’s angry
- Adult friends BH is literally so much better than teenage co dependent toxic wannabe detectives but also if this makes them get together, also out of nowhere, I will rip out my hair
- what kind of nick name is T-Dub………… but anyways this scene was so cute
- See adult BH and VA could have been so good if they kept romance out of it since they already milked the shit out of it for four seasons (at least three too long), because them as adults, as FRIENDS feels so good to watch.
- HIRAM BENCHES REGGIE BC HE DOESN’T WANT TO LITERALLY BREAK A CHILD’S LEGS?!?!??!? This is how we get Reggie back to the “good side” and not Beggie sighhhhhhh imagine if we had good writers
- Betty’s like “…… the mothmen……. god I literally grew up to be a real detective what is this bullshit?"
- Also instead of mothmen why not just make it all about aliens by themselves
- This proves that BH is STILL not compatible after five seasons muah I guess I can deal with boring VA as long as the worst of the worst, BH, is gonna stay dead. At least VA is hot
- That edited picture of Betty and Polly I— afsdfhfasf
- Polly deserved so much better… anyways go read my Sweet Pea x Polly drabble!!! based after the time jump :)
- Kevin please if you’re gonna painfully flirt please learn a few actually good pick up lines
- Ummmm okay first of all why did that guy not say anything about Kevin calling him hot if he was straight and not into him hitting on him? Second of all, why does Kevin always get these awful plots, and lastly, what the fuck anyways can’t wait for Fangs to find out and sick the serpents on that Shane guy bc while him and Kevin aren’t together anymore, he definitely still cares about him
- Betty once again resorting to assault……. okay…… what a gross misuse of power
- Kevin feeling ashamed of him being gay because his mom once talked about him wearing husky clothes…? God everyone on this show deserves much better plots what the fuck
- Can’t wait for Betty to be suspended for this bullshit
- I don’t think the Logan’s would like Jughead of all people helping find their son but okay
- Betty is so unstable please how did she become a detective… ahhh right the writers eat from her ass lmao
- Love that Reggie gets no shit for just suddenly switching sides
- also sigh pairing up bh and va for the millionth time. It’s interesting that everyone enjoys the show much better when literally anyone else interact
- more singing…………Cheryl you’re not in high school anymore BUT it is lowkey a bop somehow though
- I know the answer is no but V never told Archie of her dumbass wager huh
- 0 to 52………………. so how is Hiram not gonna win this. We find out he cheated in some way and is disqualified or something?
- VERONICA, REGGIE, AND TABITHA HUGGING AHHH NEW OT3 FUCKKK
- Why is Hiram so mad his team has 52 points I—
- That kiss was so boring please give us Barchie and Jeronica and stop having V go back too Archie
- THEY LEFT RIVERDALE THAT QUICKLY? damn okay
- Betty feeling bad just because her mom found out she lied… like okay I know we’re supposed to want Betty on the case but she really shouldn’t be. She’s such an awful detective. She had potential in the beginning but :/
- anyways thank fucking god it’s over that felt like a million years long of boring bullshit where is Barchie and Beggie and Jeronica and Keggie and Karchie and Swangs ugh make Riverdale interesting again PLEASE I’ve never stopped watching like this, ever…
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I just found the kiss au and I absolutely love it so like what do you think would happen in episodes like Anansi and Heroes Day? Like do you think that Alya and Nino have the kiss rule too?
Hey there! Thank you very much! I’m so glad that you’re enjoying it! Be sure to check out the Kiss AU tag on my blog because I’ve already answered a few times that the kiss rule only applies to Adrien and Marinette ;) I have some time to burn so let’s go with Anansi here! (funnily I got confused with sapotis here lul)
The ep starts off with the quad having a dance battle at Alya’s house (Adrien gets to go out and have fun cos Gabriel Agreste isn’t an asshole bwahahahah)~ Nino wins and has the most finesse and poise whilst Adrien has the worst score funnily enough. He jokingly blames Marinette because her clumsiness is rubbing off on him. He gets a playful jab against the stomach by her and Alya.
It kinda goes similarly to canon where Nora comes in, overprotective sister mode and challenges Nino to an arm wrestle. Marinette and Adrien simultaneously think of a plan and wink at each other; the latter pointing out a false akuma to distract Nora and the former pushing Nino’s hand down to victory.
Of course, Alya sasses Nora when she claims that they all cheated, leaving the house with the other three running after her cos they didn’t wanna get pummelled by the angry big sister. Cue her akumatisation~
Adrinette and DJwifi are on the wheel, enjoying the fireworks. We have the notorious vigilantes in disguise having a pick-up-line war, ignorant to Nino’s despondent look and feels of helplessness. Some nice DJwifi moment happens here as Alya encourages him. The other two idiots on the other hand...
“Adrien, you blind me because you shine SO bright!”
“Marinette, your eyes light up brighter than the fireworks over there~!”
“Ugh that’s terrible.”
“How!? I made you blush!”
“No you didn’t.”
“Yes I did! Look at yourself you’ve gone pink!”
“I can’t look I’m blind no thanks to you~”
“You say this as you oogle me like a fresh cookie,”
“I-I’m not oogling-”
The four suddenly feel a force hitting the wheel and come face to face with Anansi who breaks their cart out. As the villain lands on the floor, breaking the glass, she abducts Alya and taunts Nino, making him run after her whilst Adrien and Marinette are stuck in a dilemma of saving the wheel which was rolling away with all the people inside or saving their friends.
They share a quick but serious kiss (like a kiss of good luck) to transform, trusting Nino to hold on for a few minutes so that they can save the wheel.
The interaction between Nino and Anansi is the same as canon, the poor boy gets punched away despite trying to fight for Alya but gets saved by Ladybug in the nick of time.
Fighting goes pretty much similarly, all the way to getting the miraculous from Fu for Nino, boxing with Anansi and till Carapace used his Shelter Shock to free the quad. The only difference is that Ladybug and Chat Noir have a coded whistle for whenever they’re going to Fu’s to get another ally. That’s when the boy knew that Nino was going to be a superhero to help save them all. Though, just before Ladybug ventures off, Chat shouts out:
“IF YOU KISS HIM I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU LADYBUG! YOU HEAR ME?”
He gets a loud “WILL YOU LET IT GO ALREADY YOU STUPID CAT!?” from her, silently laughing to himself.
The rest goes as per canon all the way to the end except with the addition of Adrien being there with them lmao.
Hope you enjoyed!
#my asks#kiss au#ml aus#ml#mlb#miraculous Ladybug#miraculous Ladybug and chat noir#ladybug#chat noir#carapace#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#nino lahiffe#alya cesaire#nora cesaire#adrinette#adrienette#ladynoir#djwifi
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Buster & Rio
Buster: Where's Nance? Buster: You had her last Rio: No idea Rio: Junior's room maybe? Buster: Cheers Rio: 👍 Rio: Any time Buster: Yeah Rio: Good talk, McKenna Buster: You wish, babe Rio: No doubt Rio: highlight of my night Buster: I know Rio: You don't need to say it Buster: You don't need to still be saying anything but you are Rio: Off you go then Buster: Make me then Rio: The reek of desperation is overpowered by your dad's cologne you clearly knicked Buster: Shame you didn't nick any lines from him 'cause yours are weak whereas he hardly ever loses an argument Rio: Come at him with the hero worship Rio: you turn my stomach without it, like Buster: He wishes Buster: And I'd have to find him first Buster: Probably hiding in the bathroom, unlucky for you Rio: Awh Rio: like father like son Buster: Fuck off Rio: No, you Rio: that's what we're doing here Buster: I'm nothing like that cunt Buster: And if that's the best you can do, give up Rio: If it didn't touch a nerve, why are you being such a pussy about it Rio: again, go convince yourself of that lie and all Rio: not what I'm here for Buster: If you were capable of touching a nerve, being convincing or telling a decent lie it'd almost be worth having you here Rio: 💔 Rio: If only I could say the same for you Buster: You can't say anything for me 'cause that'd involve speaking to me as well as about me, which you're also incapable of Rio: Why would I need to do either Rio: or wanna Buster: You tell me Buster: You're heartbroken by your own admission Rio: For you, babe, not about you Buster: You done now that's off your chest or is there more bullshit to come? Rio: You're out here begging for a reason to go Rio: not me begging you to stay Buster: I don't beg so you're gonna need a new fantasy Rio: Ha Rio: The one where you're not in my face has been a dream, honestly 💋 Buster: Yeah, I bet Buster: And if I was allowed to leave, I would Rio: Get over it Rio: Its a wedding, no one wants to be here Buster: Get over me Buster: Fucked if your parents don't but whatever Rio: They've done this many years and dramas, I doubt a real wedding will be what tips them over the edge, honey Buster: Do they need a new toaster? That could've been what swung it Rio: I hope so Rio: need one that does at least 10 slices at a time Buster: Fingers crossed someone's got 'em one that does 6 and another cunt's bought one that does 4 then Rio: Careful, that was almost like exchanging pleasantries Rio: you can admit you got them a toaster and still be a dick about it, amateur Buster: Calm down, just 'cause my name's on the card don't mean I have any fucking idea what was wrapped Rio: See Rio: such a #lad Buster: If you get excited about being in the kitchen making breakfast more fool you Rio: We all have to do it Rio: may as well do it with an all singing all dancing toaster Buster: That's your birthday present done and delivered then, babe Buster: You're welcome in advance Rio: I'll expect it and the 'Sorry I can't make it' first class Buster: 'Course Buster: I'll get your name put on it, how many slices do you personally want? Rio: 😏 Rio: Go six or go home, obviously Buster: Size matters Buster: Alright, I'll remember Rio: Girls gotta eat Buster: Especially on your birthday Buster: Still a princess then Rio: Duh Rio: Thought I'd give the tiara a miss though Buster: Shame Rio: Of course you'd think so Buster: What's that meant to mean? Rio: Sure its all foreign princesses and socialites Buster: Are you? Rio: Don't you wanna tell me it is Buster: Not really Rio: Alright Rio: I'll be sure then Buster: Good to know, like Buster: I'll see you around then Rio: at the next wedding perhaps Buster: Not if I'm old enough to not be forced to attend Rio: Unlikely Rio: someone always shacking up Buster: Yeah but in this fam they have their kids first so I've got loads of time Rio: Well Rocky just had his first so Rio: no you don't Buster: There's no way he'll stop at that one Rio: You don't have to birth your own bridal party Rio: they could do it and then have more, not a death sentence Buster: They won't though Rio: You're so clueless Buster: Fuck off Buster: I am not Rio: You are Buster: Why? Rio: Rocky isn't like the rest of this fam Rio: he's already garda Rio: why wouldn't he buck the trend there too Buster: Kids are expensive as fuck Buster: So are weddings Rio: If you're you Rio: I'm sure they'll go down the office and get it done nice and simple Buster: That ain't a wedding that's paperwork Rio: 🙄 I'm sure they'll be devastated to not meet your high standards too, McKenna Buster: You mean you'll be devastated to not see me there Buster: 'Cause there won't be the fam gathering you've got your fingers crossed that we cross paths at if they keep it cheap and simple Rio: He's enough like this family that there will still be a party at the pub Rio: don't be stupid Buster: Make your mind up, Cavante Buster: He's either one of 'em or he ain't Rio: You wish it was that simple Buster: I don't need wishes for that Buster: It is Rio: Nah Buster: Like I said, you ain't convincing Rio: Why do you want convincing so badly? Rio: Get a grip Buster: Why are you so bad at everything? Buster: You didn't used to be Rio: And my lines are weak Rio: You know nothing about me Buster: Yeah they are Buster: Hence I don't wanna know you Rio: Thank God Rio: be awkward if it wasn't mutual Buster: And this convo is awkward enough so Rio: You started it Rio: and refuse to leave it Rio: being this bad at taking hints ends up in prison sentences, like Buster: You can leave Buster: There isn't a literal door that you need me to hold open or shut in your face Buster: Take the hints yourself Rio: This is my inbox Rio: so why should I Rio: literally fuck off Buster: 'Cause you want it so badly apparently Buster: Why haven't you blocked me years back? Rio: In case I need a kidney? Buster: You ain't having mine even if there's nobody else to ask Buster: So you can go ahead and do it now Rio: Why Rio: You're so crap at this Buster: You won't miss me when we can no longer chat then Rio: I'm not petty, I don't block Buster: You're a glutton for punishment Buster: I'll bear that in mind Rio: You wish you had any kind of effect on me Buster: I don't need to wish for that either Rio: Still do though Buster: You wish Rio: Obviously Buster: Yeah obviously Rio: What do you want Buster: From you or from tonight or from life in a more general sense, like? Buster: What do you mean? Rio: Oh my God Rio: are you a philosophical drunk now Buster: Get me a drink, we'll find out Rio: Are you going to get me one Buster: It's your house and I'm the guest Buster: Don't be rude Rio: For what Rio: I don't need to hear what you pass off as wisdom Buster: Fine, don't Rio: They're free, don't act offended Buster: I'm offended by the gesture, or lack of, not the prize tag Rio: Yeah well back at you then? Buster: Fuck it I need to find Nance anyway Buster: You've done me a favour with your lack of manners Rio: Awh, you gonna tell her you love her Buster: Why would I lie to her face? Buster: Not very nice Rio: You aren't Rio: but you are pissed Buster: Me and the majority of the people here Buster: Probably wanna start now if you wanna tell 'em all too Rio: Exactly Rio: can't you just feel the love Buster: Nah Rio: Are you surprised Buster: Ain't the word for it Rio: Shouldn't be Rio: reap what you sow Buster: Cheers Rio: What, you really thought I'd be nice to you Buster: I didn't think about you, babe Buster: Other than that you could potentially know where my sister is Rio: Yeah right Buster: Yeah right Rio: Leave her alone Buster: Shut up Buster: I do what I want Rio: She's had enough of you Rio: and you're at my house so have some manners Buster: She's more than capable of telling me that herself along with anything else Buster: It's nothing to do with you Rio: Well she doesn't need to because you already know Buster: Like I said, stay out of it Buster: You're not fighting her battles for her Rio: No, I won't Buster: Hilarious Buster: What do you reckon you're gonna do? Rio: What have you done? Rio: Fuck all Buster: Don't sit there and fucking preach to me Buster: I'm there every day Rio: I don't give a fuck about you, don't get it twisted Buster: I never said you did Buster: I said you don't know fuck all about what's going on with her Rio: She's told me Buster: She'll have told you what she wants you to know Buster: So like I said Rio: Yeah she really wants me to know all the nasty shit being said and done to her Rio: such a juicy story Buster: Whatever she's said, everything she ain't told you is worse Rio: And what are you doing about it Rio: go on Buster: Maybe I would if I had anything to prove to you Buster: But I don't Rio: Prove it to her 'cos she's said how you've taken their side Buster: I bet she has Rio: Fuck sake, Buster Buster: Don't start with me on this Rio: You were always at least a decent brother Buster: I said, don't Rio: Do something about it Buster: Don't tell me what to do Buster: You don't even know what you're asking for or what it means Rio: She's your sister Rio: end of Buster: Yeah, mine not yours Buster: It's our lives not yours Rio: Yeah and hers is miserable and you aren't trying to help her Buster: I'm fucking trying to get her to help herself Rio: Jesus Christ Rio: that's not how this works Buster: I'm not a girl, I can't get involved in that shit Buster: That's how it works Buster: I've already sorted loads of lads out Rio: Yeah, no shit you can't smack then and pretend that's a fix Rio: she could still know that you don't endorse their bullshit, which she don't Buster: Fuck you Buster: And fuck her if she's gonna be that stupid Rio: Its not about being stupid Rio: all you have to do is tell her Buster: It's about everyone wanting to see the worst in me, her especially Buster: End of Rio: I already said, are you surprised though Buster: About her being such a man hating lesbian stereotype? Sometimes Rio: That is not what I meant Buster: I know exactly what you mean Buster: And I already answered you, surprised ain't the word Rio: What is then Rio: Don't be mysterious Buster: I ain't, I'm being polite 'cause I know you don't care Rio: Pick your moments Buster: Yeah Rio: If its not what you want with her, then you should do something Rio: 'cos its what you want with the rest of us Buster: I can't do what she wants me to and it's unfair of her to expect it from me Rio: But how is it not unfair for you to expect her to be a different person suddenly Rio: its on the bullies, not her Buster: I don't expect her to be a different person Buster: Just own the person that she fucking is Rio: You don't get it Rio: That's alright for you 'cos you get clapped on the back and prizes for the person you are all the time Rio: the person she is is awkward and shy and non-confrontational and her turning 'round and acting like she's the shit with it would not make them think its any better than it is Rio: they're clearly shitty people, end of Buster: Well she can be really confrontational when it suits her Buster: And there's plenty she's capable of being recognised for that isn't who she wants to fuck Rio: It's not about her being gay Rio: girls are vicious Rio: its all the other ways she doesn't fit in with them Rio: in what world is she gonna turn around and be so bad ass that they're stunned into what, liking her? Rio: why would she want that? Buster: She ain't tried to fit in at all Buster: In what world is it my problem that she didn't get to stay in Cambs? Buster: She wants to villianize me all of a sudden but that ain't vicious Rio: Because your genius solution is she just needs to befriend the people who are vile to her Rio: literally why Buster: That ain't any solution, least of all mine Buster: Nance made up her mind she was gonna hate it there before she got here and so she does Buster: Yeah there are cunts in Chelsea, there's cunts everywhere Rio: You keep missing the entire fucking point, Jesus Rio: They made up their mind that they hate her, they make her life hell, end of Rio: however fucking marvelous you think she can make her life to spite them, that's remaining a fact and you aren't even acknowledging it Rio: she would rather live here than with her own family, let that sink in, that is the situation Rio: she isn't moping about leaving a place behind 3 years ago, my God Buster: You're welcome to her then Buster: See how she manages to fuck Dublin up for herself Rio: Like I said, leave her alone tonight Buster: Like I said, make me or mind your own business Rio: Fuck off Rio: You're no help to her Rio: and you're happy not to be, clearly, so do her that one favour Buster: I don't do people favours Buster: Not a charity Rio: Just a sad excuse for a brother Rio: understood Buster: You don't understand fuck all about me but keep telling yourself you do Rio: I don't care Rio: and neither do you so you don't get to dictate how we see you Rio: your lack of action speaks loud enough Buster: Good Buster: Saves me making a speech, like Rio: That we can agree on Rio: 🙌 Maybe there is a God after-all Buster: As long as we don't make a habit of it Buster: And you don't take his name in vain or whatever Rio: That's the one message you're taking away from the bible then Rio: bit of a weird one but okay Buster: I remember loads of that shit Buster: Obviously the lions were the best but Buster: There's some good fights Rio: Jesus was lucky they didn't put him in the coliseum really Rio: might've scared Mary and co away when he came back, all mangled, like Buster: She might've been into all the scars and everything Buster: You don't know Rio: Well she was obviously into feet so Rio: I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt, her tastes were well freakier than that cliche Buster: 'Course Rio: Have a good night then Rio: get some more blood of christ Buster: Shame his blood don't taste better, that way the two things you just said would be more likely to be mutually exclusive Rio: Your taste buds are as immature as you? Rio: figures Buster: That's the biggest load of bullshit you've written down all night Rio: It is not Rio: I drink red wine sometimes Buster: Me too just not the shit bottles your parents do Buster: They'd be better off letting your dad cook with it all Rio: Pah Buster: Either defend 'em or don't Buster: What the fuck is that noncommittal bullshit? Rio: I'm sorry but how have you convinced any of them that you're money Rio: that's what that sound was Rio: not dignifying that pitiful attempt with anything more Buster: You should be sorry Buster: Pathetic, like Rio: You said it Buster: You're judging my parents finances Buster: How undignified of you Rio: I'm judging you Buster: Yeah, trying to call me poor Buster: I've got what I've got, I don't need to convince anyone I belong anywhere Rio: And you can't buy class Rio: You're from trash Buster: I ain't trying to Buster: There's nothing wrong with my class or where I'm from Rio: Oh so you're claiming self-made Rio: that's your da Rio: you'll have to get your own act and you ain't found it, babe Buster: Like you said, I'll reap what I sow Buster: And I intend to sow plenty of epic shit Rio: Daddy's field Rio: Oh, McKenna Rio: I feel so bad for you Buster: My blood, sweat and tears, babe Buster: What do you reckon I'm doing at school all day, it's not just making the uniform look good Rio: How impressive Buster: It's necessary, if you wanna be impressed, you can have that Rio: I'm not Buster: Whatever you say Rio: You can leave the copy of your latest marks out of my birthday package, thanks Buster: You've just ensured I won't Buster: Enjoy the skim read Rio: 🙄 Buster: Been fun catching up, Cavante Buster: Let's leave it another few years next time though Rio: Take your own advice Buster: Easy when you're this boring Buster: Not gonna take yours Rio: Then why the hell are you still here? Buster: You don't want me to be Buster: And it's as simple to wind you up as it's ever been Rio: No, you're just even shittier Buster: That too Rio: What happened to you Buster: Like I said, Chelsea's full of cunts Rio: Yeah Buster: What happened to you? Rio: You said they're everywhere too, right? Buster: Yeah Rio: That's life, I guess Buster: How long did it take for Dublin to be as shit as anywhere else? Rio: I didn't ever think it would be any better Rio: beyond having family nearby Buster: Alright Rio: I didn't Rio: was never that stupid Buster: Calm down, I already said I believe you Rio: Alright Buster: You want a drink? Rio: Of course Buster: Of what? Rio: Not wine as you're such a snob about it Rio: I don't care, I've had all sorts today Buster: You had any brandy? Rio: I wasn't aiming to end my night with my head in the toilet, like Rio: so obviously not Buster: You do care then Rio: I didn't say no Rio: I said it wasn't in my plan Buster: I'll sort you out a decent drink Buster: Not that cunt, whoever you think I am Rio: I don't think anything Buster: Yeah you do Buster: You've made it well obvious Rio: That's about how you're behaving Buster: [brings her that decent drink as promised] Rio: [so awkward but having to maintain eye contact to be like cheers 'cos can't not] Buster: [walking away so casually like my job here is done] Rio: [🙄] Buster: [😏 I wish there was an even more smug dickhead version of this tbh] Rio: [Not too proud to drink it though but am gonna absolutely down it whatever it is] Buster: [he obvs has to as well but faster cos everything's competitive] Rio: [I hope you get the hiccups boy] Buster: [haha if only but he's too lucky for that kind of comeuppance to strike him down] Rio: IOU Buster: Easily fixed Buster: Off you go Rio: What do you want Buster: Don't spit in it and I'll take it Rio: 👍 Rio: have that for free Buster: Lucky me Rio: Don't push it Buster: What'll happen if I do? Rio: You're lucky, you won't find out Buster: Well now I'm obviously gutted Rio: [at him with some drink like drown your sorrows, boy] Buster: [knocks his glass against hers like oh thanks] Rio: [moving back like don't spill it on me, you messy bitch] Buster: [shakes his head and looks hot doing it probably] Rio: [shrugs like 'what?'] Buster: [gives her a look like you're the one still interacting with me] Rio: [walks off like you're weird] Buster: [watching her walk away and enjoying that view, once again where is everybody clocking this] Rio: [all partayingggg] Buster: [clearly] Rio: Why did you want to find Nancy? Buster: Last night I said some shit I shouldn't have Buster: But whatever she shouldn't of still been up Rio: They're in the music room Rio: if you still want to find her Buster: Forget it Rio: Go on Buster: Nah, we've had this argument already Rio: Yeah, last night, right Rio: so you should go Rio: you've got nothing else to do Buster: Don't tell me what to do Buster: She was the only person online then, she ain't now Rio: I'm not, it was your idea Buster: That you've spent most of tonight trying to talk me out of Rio: So you're gonna listen to me now Buster: Said like I've never given you exactly what you want Rio: Not that I remember Buster: Not that you're choosing to remember Rio: You feel up to reminiscing? Buster: According to you I've got fuck all else to do Rio: Except go talk to your sister Rio: which you're choosing to forget too, I guess Buster: I was doing line after line, I didn't know what it was gonna make me feel like Buster: It don't mean I'm gonna choose to dig a deeper hole now when I ain't Rio: What? Buster: It was my first time trying it so Rio: Did you like it Buster: I kept doing it, obviously didn't hate it, did I? Rio: Not that obvious, not necessarily Buster: Yeah well Rio: Where'd you even get it Buster: I was at a party I didn't have to get it Buster: It was just there Rio: yeah but who's party Rio: one of your friends Buster: Some girl from school Buster: I didn't ask Rio: Right Buster: Like I said, forget it Rio: Why, I'm not gonna tell on you Buster: 'Cause I didn't bring any with me so what does it matter Rio: Obviously Rio: you're not a complete moron Buster: Careful, you were almost talking sense Rio: If you reckon me giving you that you wouldn't try to take drugs through customs is a compliment, have it Buster: If I was taking it as a compliment I'd have told you that you were being complimentary Rio: If you were aiming for clarity, you would have made a statement in the affirmative of your apparent intellect, saying I'm ALMOST talking sense by implying you're not a COMPLETE moron, could as easily mean it'd be full sense to say you are in fact, a TOTAL moron Buster: You were almost talking sense 'cause you didn't admit that I'm not an idiot and felt the need to say that I still am Buster: There you go Rio: I said moron but I'll allow it Buster: I can read Buster: In case you've forgotten which twin you're talking to, like Rio: Hardly likely Buster: I know but a princess can dream, yeah? Rio: I'm sure they can Rio: but no need Buster: Whatever Rio: Exactly Rio: when I wanna talk to Nance, I will Rio: and should I ever feel the need to replicate a conversation with you, I'll go bash my head into the nearest brick wall Buster: So dramatic Rio: You really are Buster: You and me both, babe Rio: Careful, don't admit we're anything alike Buster: Why not? Buster: I ain't scared of making a favourable comparison, that's you Rio: Scared ain't the word Rio: and because last time we bothered to check-in, you think you're amazing and we're all beneath you Buster: You wish you were underneath me any time we've ever checked in Rio: I'm too sober to listen to your disturbing fantasies Buster: Stop chatting shit to me and get yourself more drinks then Buster: It shouldn't be that difficult Rio: Let's not conflate our mutual need for another drink with me wanting to hear what sick shit you're thinking about, McKenna Rio: Must you ruin everything, like Buster: 'Course I must Buster: That's the least you've heard about me Rio: You wish Nance would frame it like that Rio: You think infamy would suit, undoubtedly Buster: Never assumed or stated she was your only source of info anymore than I would her being reliable at it Rio: [Oh, before I forget, my idea was her lil boyfriend at this time is the neighbour boy 'cos realize that goal honey lol 'cos in my head its 6 boys and he's the oldest- (3 years older than her 'cos the vibe is when you're young that doesn't matter but he's like coming up 16 to her 13 now which makes you have to act so mature even when you ain't ready anyway)- like Rio and then some of the others are ones we've referenced Janis hanging with in the future when Grace was like you simply must not! and they could all be at this wedding anyway 'cos neighbour friends] Rio: Admit that you stalk much Buster: It's hardly considered stalking when you love yourself so much you post constantly, but alright, babe Rio: 🤔 hurr why didn't you block me years ago durr Rio: and if I'm after a drink, it ain't tea, so put the pot and kettle away Buster: Why would I block you? I'm having a lovely time Rio: Keep that to yourself Buster: Again why would I? Rio: Because I told you, I don't wanna hear what you think about me Buster: I'm not telling you Rio: You're implying it Rio: and being gross with it Buster: No I ain't Rio: Whatever Buster: If anything the implication is what you think about me and I could be much 'grosser' about it, like Rio: No Rio: I've told you what I think about you, one Rio: and you saying you're having a lovely time looking at my socials is an implication, one you can't pin on because I don't look at yours, I keep you on messenger apps only in case of emergencies re. kidneys and the like Buster: I'm only having a lovely time killing mine at this bullshit fam function conversing with you, anything else is you overthinking Rio: Get better at conversation because that's not what you said that in reference to Buster: 'Cause I knew it would get to you which it clearly has Rio: And why would you want to do that Buster: It's the most fun I can have until I'm allowed to leave Rio: How sad Rio: you said your sister isn't the only one online, why don't you make use of it Buster: I don't drunk dial, I'm not a fucking amateur Rio: Wow Rio: how many more lame excuses do you have Rio: seems neverending Buster: I already told you, I'm surrounded by cunts, I'm not gonna give 'em ammunition Buster: I'm not my sister Rio: I told you, I'm not confused Buster: Then don't act like it's an excuse Rio: Just leave me alone Rio: I'm not your stand-in entertainment just 'cos your friends aren't here Buster: What else are you? Rio: Fuck off Rio: I'm serious Buster: You've been very serious this entire time Rio: Today is shit enough without you Rio: I did not need this Buster: Likewise Rio: And? Rio: You're irrelevant Buster: And I don't feel sorry for you Buster: I'm talking to you 'cause I have fuck all to lose by doing it Rio: Enjoy talking to my inbox then Rio: I started over this, this is beyond Rio: I was only replying for your sister Buster: Stop crying about it Buster: Jesus Rio: 😥 Buster: [brings her a drink she did not ask for like drown your sorrows girl] Rio: [won't take it from him like put it down and go] Buster: [does but loling like okay] Rio: [closes her eyes and takes a deep breath] Buster: Why's it shit? Rio: you mean besides the cheap wine Buster: Yeah Rio: why ask Rio: you don't care or feel sorry Buster: Come on Rio: even if you did, you aren't ready for the rant Rio: get another full glass, like Buster: [Does] Buster: Tell me Rio: Its shit because it always has been and always is Rio: Last night, when mum and dad were doing whatever the fuck to get all this bullshit ready, Edie ran away. It started when they started planning this nonsense because even mum can have the same last name as us now and Edie really is the only one who won't but when one of the kids we asked if she wanted dad to adopt her she freaked the fuck out and I had to pull her away or she was gonna really hurt them but she's really fast and scrappy and I got covered in loads of scratches and bite marks Rio: and I didn't want to tell them because they were so busy so I had to look on my own Rio: luckily, she went to the pub to see granddad but then she was saying they should adopt her and she wouldn't come back for ages and Rio: then this morning she wouldn't put on anything nice, and then Janis always copies her and Edie encourages her 'cos she thinks its funny even though I was the one who had to make sure they were all ready because all the adults had fucked off to do more important shit and then Grace starts crying because she wants Janis to wear the same as her even though that was never happening and Diego and Gus are just so annoying about having to wear any clothes at all Rio: so by the time I'd given up on them all, I had no time to get ready and I already feel stupid because 13 is too old to be a pissing bridesmaid but no one cares about that, so I asked Harry to give me a ride on his moped to town but that didn't happen 'cos, well, reasons, so I'm just wearing something I already had Buster: [downs his drink and pulls her away into a quiet corner so that he can look at the damage Edie did because we all know he cares so much bye and is just looking at her like show me then cos needs to know that she's alright always before anything else can be said or done] Rio: [probably most of those scratchmarks are on her face so having to wear skin makeup which she wouldn't usually 'cos frecks and good skin so tah for that, just like have a closer look 'cos clearly not been that close today/forever, then I'll be nice and say the bites are coverable, on her stomach/back area but with what she's wearing can't really pull up or down so she's like it's fine but probably having a little drunk cry 'cos that frustrated and has opened the floodgates now] Buster: [thanks Edie for letting me do the softest face touches of all time and also brushing her tears away really carefully so the make up won't be totally ruined cos actually considerate af] Rio: [when that makes you cry harder but that's only partially your fault boy] Buster: [just hugging her and making me die cos he's so toll and she's so smol] Rio: [probably had such a growth spurt since, even though he's always been taller] Buster: [literally though she'd be shook] Rio: [just blurt out 'you're tall' you are drunk after-all Buster: [a little lol but actually genuine for once, pulling away enough so you can look at her and also genuinely being like 'it's a decent outfit'] Rio: [lols back 'cos obviously the least of her concerns but still 'thanks'] Buster: [just shrugging like it's so casual] Rio: [suddenly breaks the hug, looking around like !!!] Buster: [walking away cos can actually take hints] Rio: [but pulling on his arm like no and pulling him down so she can talk without shouting 'have you seen Edie?' obvs Mcvickers would also be keeping an eye on her too after her showing up but Rio lowkey been watching her all day but has slipped 'cos carried away in their arguing etc] Buster: [shaking his head since he likewise has been paying no attention to anyone else and why would he but has a little scout around now like let's go look for her without saying it cos can't care too much ever and be seen to but obvs does] Rio: [go from wherever you are and hopefully find McVickers and Edie and not Harry 'cos likewise being ignored rn] Buster: [Yeah she can be with them living her best life cos deserves it tbh] Buster: [ooh throwback one of mcvickers should say jokingly something about them being together cos never are] Rio: [just like NOT NOW GRANDPARENTS lmao] Buster: [walking away like fuck all y'all cos of course he is] Rio: [oh so moody, god bless you teens] Buster: [literally bumping into his sister on the way so he can be like fuck you as well and burn every bridge fully] Rio: [oh boy] Buster: [so angry and so sad always boy]
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jsyk, Serena swam in the place my dog poops. I hope Fred stepped in it. Die Fred.
(spoilers obvs)
NOT. ENOUGH. JANINE. the only time i cheered out the entire 3 episodes was that one glimpse of janine.
I got to see my girl Alma though which was lovely.
OMG. Can... I just... that scene with Emily walking through the hospital was the dumbest fucking, most American stupid scene ever on this show. It was so fucking cheesy and absolutely 10000% unrealistic. Who actually thought it was a good idea? They should be fired. Or sent to go work on Grey’s Anatomy or something. Not even that shitshow aka SVU would do something as painfully cliched and cheesy as that.
Firstly, this show is fucking stupid. Okay. If all this shit was happening, Canada would have got like MILLIONS of refugees. Seeing the cops escort some raggedy refugee would be common af. Maybe it’s the baby thing? Still, Canadians aren’t gawkers like that. We also don’t like embarrassing displays like that. It’s so American it hurts.
NOBODY CLAPS LIKE THAT IN A FUCKING HOSPITAL. It’s a quiet place, okay. Also, why don’t any of these doctors have anything better to do?
Anyway. I hated that scene so much.
Nick is so boring. So boring. He’s just a wet doughnut. I sorta liked him getting angry at June but also I wish I cared about anything he has to say. Bye Nick Bland. Good riddance.
Lawrence’s one liners? Funny. Lawrence? Disgusting awful psycho. I hate him sfm.
Fred? Also disgusting. I hate him 10000x more. Everything about him is repulsive. He’s so much worse this season. I hate everything about his entitled, poor me, manpain. I hate hearing about any of his feelings. Fucking die already. I found him interesting enough as an antagonist in the show before but no longer. Redundant.
Beth. Too good for Nick. Too good for this world.
Too much staring. I AM SO SICK OF IT. It wastes time. Is redundant af at this point. I’m bored. Stop it.
Moss... um. Honey. I love you but... what the fuck was up with all the over-acting? 302 seemed particularly bad. Like I just can’t take it anymore. Who directed 302? They should be fired too for making her do that. Also, lady from Transparent, what the fuck was up with her acting?
Luke is useless. Like, I get it. I get why he’s a huge damp sulkbaby but I mean. I don’t want to see it? I’d rather just not see him at all cos literally I can’t recall a scene of him not being fucking useless or ignorant. Or half-assing it. I want to like Luke, honestly. But I just... don’t. I love the shit outta Moira and Erin, and I adored Moira/Emily interactions. But Luke? Miss me with his manpain.
Once again, I hate Lawrence. He is no good. He’s so fucking creepy and gross. I do not understand why people like him? And I don’t mean, “I don’t know why people like this character.” I mean, “I don’t understand why people like this person.” As a character, sure, he’s interesting and revolting and does his role well. He’s even got some funny lines and Whitford has great delivery. I mean these people who LIKE HIM. As a person. They think he’s great and a good guy. I don’t get it. Are we watching the same show?
He’s a great character and a terrible person. That said, he’s still a dude and I’m not about to say he’s such a great character that I want to know all about him. Nah, bros. I wanna know all about Emily, Moira, Serena, Janine, Alma... and June I suppose but we already have quite enough of her. I don’t care about Lawrence’s backstory or emotional turmoil. I don’t need his perspective cos I’ve seen it before, I know it already. It’s in so many movies, books, and TV. So, he may be a well-written character but he’s not a fascinating one. If we wanna dig around in the psyches of bad people, Serena and Lydia are far more fascinating cos bad women’s stories are so much rarer to explore in any depth.
So, June got her feet lashed to shit again. And then she’s just walking around like no biggie next scene? Did the writers forget the first season when June couldn’t walk at all? All I’m asking is a bit of a limp?
June going straight to the house that just housed the handmaid that ran away with June’s baby seems... well, like complete bullshit. Never.
SERENA ISN’T WEARING HER WEDDING BAND. She’s done. She hates that man and I hate the fact everyone is pushing her to just get over it. Fred... is horrible in literally every single way. Every. Single. Way. (And sure Serena is horrible in some ways, but not nearly the same ways as Fred.) I just want Serena to be free of him. I want her and June to murder his ass. Graphically. That is the only violence I want to see on this show in the future. OMG, I can’t actually explain how much I hate him and I vomit in my mouth thinking about Serena having to get back with him. Even if I know she has to in order to survive. Ugh.
UM. Okay, the “blood against the snow” bit was really interesting. I don’t recall Offred saying that in the book but Atwood brings it up often when talking about red. It was clever to include her own words, just like last season with the “men are afraid women will laugh at them...” bit.
But speaking of weird inclusions: Lawrence reciting book!Offred’s line about how easy is it to invent a humanity for anyone. It was curious they had Lawrence saying that to June, whereas it’s Offred in the book thinking that about the Commander.
“He was not a monster, to her. Probably he had some endearing trait: he whistled, offkey, in the shower, he had a yen for truffles, he called his dog Liebchen and made it sit up for little pieces of raw steak. How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all. What an available temptation.”
My wife, when Nick showed up in 303: “Oh, this prick again!” Just out of nowhere cos we don’t talk about fandom shit. She has no idea the extent of my sick obsession with this show. She doesn’t know how much I loathe Nick lol. She’s completely casual and even she can’t stand Nick. Which is so lovely. And then when he was yapping about going to the front, she just muttered, “Hopefully he’ll die there.”
OH MY GOD. I HATE MEN. That whole Commanders meeting scene made me want to throw up multiple times. It started with the words “shipment of females” and just got progressively worse with every passing second.
Except... LMAO.
June: *sees Fred at a meeting*
Fred: Hello.
June: Hey you see Serena? How’s Serena? Is Serena okay? Serena’s tough. She’s great. She’ll be okay. I love her.
*proceeds to do the world’s worst cringe-inducing seduction*
I think on some level even Fred knows it’s bullshit.
I love comparing June’s seduction of Fred to her seduction of Serena. They’re very interesting contrasts. She’s so painfully fake with Fred. And only sort of insincere at times with Serena.
Man, Sylvia is a dick lol. LOOK RICHMOND IS HARD ENOUGH TO GET ACROSS WITHOUT YOUR LIME GREEN CAR BLOCKING THE ONE MOVING LANE OF TRAFFIC!!!!!! Jokes aside... I actually really liked that scene of Emily finally calling her. That was touching and the closest I came to actually getting sniffly.
Actually no. Traffic on Richmond is no joke. I’m not kidding. That was a dick move, Sylvia. LOL.
June saying Nichole gets her politicianess thing from Serena absolutely fucking slayed me. I don’t even care if she was emotionally manipulating her af, it seemed genuine in parts of that convo. TWO MOMMIES. June used her flashback!June voice at one point. Honestly, these two actresses run this town.
You can tell how broken Serena is tho cos she’s oblivious to how manipulative June is being. She’s been aware in the past as soon as June does her whole “Say nice thing, bond over babies, ask for something” method and called her on it. It’s June’s only trick. It’s transparent af. And Serena knows it. Yet, she seems completely wooed now and not at all suspicious. So, when she gets her wits together again, I suspect Serena won’t be so malleable.
I’ve said a bunch of stuff about June/Serena stuff in my tag rants so I won’t repeat it. I just fell in love with it all.
PRAISE BE!!! We didn’t actually have to see a Nick/June sex scene. Behold His miracle! I was so relieved. And then... curiously they continued that love-theme-y music all the way over into Serena’s scene with June and that was not a coincidence.
I know people really like that Boomtown Rats song being the music to the fire... And it’s a jam. But... it’s about a real school shooting and I feel like that’s just a little... off? (Not to mention Tori Amos’ version is better, imo.) I mean, okay, I did some drama courses in university and I did a thing about that song so I researched it all and it just to me doesn’t fit at all. A 16-year-old girl shot up an elementary school. And somehow, call me crazy, but that’s completely inappropriate to use in this scene. I get female rage, etc etc. I get they didn’t want to go super obvious and use a song about burning houses. But considering how EXCELLENT a song they chose for 3x03 with that Roy Harper track you’d think they’d find something better for the bed/house burning. Not only that but the motive for Spencer was ... literally nothing. She didn’t like Mondays and thought it would be fun to kill a bunch of kids--which is the complete opposite of Serena’s motivations. It just devalues it.
I want more of Emily’s journey. This is the first time I’ve actually been interested in Emily tbh. And Clea Duvall is a treasure.
I want a Moira/Emily BROTP. Honestly Moira just seems like the best friend anybody could have?
WHY IS NICK A COMMANDER?! WTF????? Was I just not listening carefully enough? Is he? Cos I don’t really pay attention when he’s onscreen tbh and the wifey was like “Why’s this guy a commander now?” And I was like, “What do you mean he’s a commander?” Honestly, Nick is just like a piece of furniture. I barely notice him onscreen lol.
Okay, this has nothing to do with my dislike of him. It honestly does not make any sense. We saw that other Commander only got promoted because his wife got pregnant. WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY PROMOTE NICK? What on god’s green earth has he EVER fucking done well? Why the shitting hell would they promote a Guardian who, under his watch, has had one handmaid kill herself, another one escape/”get kidnapped”, wife cheat on him then get executed, allow a BABY to get kidnapped, the house get burned down????? All those things seem like Very Bad things and put all together seem like something that would put him on the Wall for being such a shitty employee rather than someone who deserves MORE responsibility. There’s literally no reason to make him a Commander. Just conscript him to the Chicago front. You don’t need a reason. He’s a grunt. Eye or not.
I DO NOT GET IT.
Fred gets demoted and Nick gets promoted? Nahhhhh mans. Not buying it.
So little Nick. I love it. I want zero Nick, but this’ll do. I’ll even put up with him being a Commander (LMAO) if it means he goes away for a while.
Lawrence calling out June’s terrible seduction technique (it is really bad), and calling Fred stupid = :}
OK BACK TO THE BURNING WATERFORD HOUSE... i cannot abide how SLOW June is ALL. THE. FUCKING. TIME. Like, she shows up in Serena’s little pyromaniacal bedroom inferno and is like “COME ON!” and pulls her out of the room in what appears to be a hurry. Then as Serena and Rita are rushing out June just fucking stops and starts staring at all the smoke as if she’s on fucking shrooms. Then there she goes on her bullshit... Hey, bish, the house is literally burning down cos your crazy ass soulmate set fire to her own life and maybe you should leave. No? Not interested? Sure, stand there. Feel up the walls like I did once on MDMA. Makes total fucking sense. TAKE YOUR TIME WHY DON’T YOU? Why not? It just reminded me of 2x13 when Rita was saying “You gotta leave NOW!” and June just took it upon herself to carve a bunch of shit onto the wall for no goddamn reason.
OKAY. I WAS RIGHT. The other night when I was like, “I think I know that beach.” I do know that beach!!! My dog likes to take dumps right where Serena was. (I clean up after him, don’t worry.) I can point out that beach on a map if you want. There are also heroin needles and ticks in the bushes. There is literally a water treatment plant 200m away. I go swimming exactly where Serena was and once a dead fish floated by and I had to wrestle my dog away from it. I have been swimming there a lot. It’s nice in the summer. HOWEVER, poor Yvonne in her drysuit doing that in fucking November or whatever. This lake is fucking cold even in summer sometimes lmao. Like, I’ve spent so many hours right in that spot... cos well, I used to live right up the road so duh. Of course now that I don’t live there now and it was winter so why would I take my dog swimming, that they decide to film there. OF COURSE.
Speaking of filming, not that anyone cares, they were at the St Lawrence Market at one point. It was so obvious. Wasn’t really paying attention to any of the other locales tbh. If I watch again and pay attention I prolly could pick out a few more but honestly the only person that entertains is myself.
I still can’t believe Serena was being reborn on dogshit/dead fish beach.
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Fallout Meme!
I saw this on @courierspikeee and I noticed one of the tags was anyone who thought ED-E was the goodest boy, and i am 100% in that camp, so I hope nobody minds if I do this ;)
Rules:
1. Choose an OC.
2. Answer them as that OC.
3. Tag 5 people to do the same.
1. What is your name?
"Doctor Wanda Thompson, of the Institute!” She laughs “oh, don’t give me that look”
2. How old are you?
"well that’s what we call a ‘complication’ . In reality I’m somewhere around 245? Give or take a few years. Being flash frozen really does a number on your sense of time”
3. What do you look like?
"Me? Oh, you know...curly brown hair, tan complexion, I’ve gotten a little softer as I’ve gotten older, more curves than in my youth.” She rubs her hand “I’ve also gotten some radiation burns during the course of my research. My hands, particularly, and a bit over my lip” She laughs “I like to think I look like a proper scientist, as well as a mother”
4. Where are you from? Where do you live now?
Wanda thinks for a moment, a small smile on her lips that catches on her scar, turning it a little lopsided “I was born on the cape. Over by Hyannis.” She pauses “I moved to Boston after that, to attend the Institute.” She shakes her head “i still live in Boston. just...under it, I suppose”
5. What was your childhood like?
“Wonderful” She laughs, and claps her hands together with a jovial grin “Simply wonderful! I spent more days than I could count out there on the sandy beaches, collecting samples of sea critters and studying them in their natural habitats” She leans on her hand , smiling “I can still smell the salt in the air, when I really think about it”
6. What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?
“The Institute” She says without missing a beat “I’m their Director after all.” She waves her gloved fingers dismissively "I took the liberty of changing our standards and practices away from Playing God and into actually helping someone for a change.”
“As for allies...well. I met this nice man who claims to have been a courier once. Rules Vegas now, he says. We hit it off fairly well.. and heavens... I suppose there’s the woman who took over Pittsburgh from those slavers...”
7. Tell me about your best friend.
“Nick? He’s fantastic” She points “I’ve never met a finer detective in my life. Even if he refuses to let me help mend his synthskin. Stubborn old bastard”
8. Do you have a family? Tell me about them!
“My husband. He died when we were all frozen, but...there were some strange circumstances involving Institute tech that helped us find one another through the barrier of life and death” She pauses, and frowns slightly “ah. And we had a son. but he turned out to be...well. We don’t like to talk about him”
9. What about a partner or partners?
“Curie! My beloved!” She hugs herself with an ear to ear smile “the cutest robot I’ve ever met in my entire life. I helped her get a body, you know. And for the longest time it was just me and her in the wasteland! Now Thomas, Curie and I all intermingle in a lovely little poly amorous triangle”
10. Who are your enemies, and why?
“oh hoho...” She covers her mouth “Bandits. The Gunners. the Enclave. The Brotherhood of Steel. Covenant. Rogue Institute Personnel..Honestly I’m probably forgetting a few”
11. Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?
“They call me the Bane of Steel for a reason” She smiles, though there’s something almost vicious in it “When they tried to ‘help’ the Commonwealth by killing anything they wished and hoarding tech...” She mimes shooting into the sky “My one regret is that I didn’t keep their airship. Oh well”
12. What about The Enclave?
“HAH!” she laughs out loud, clapping her hands together again “Terrible! The worst idea I’ve ever heard! America fell, you old loons, rebuild it as something new instead of rehashing the same mistakes all over again”
13. How do you feel about Super Mutants?
“Fascinating creatures. I only wish I could meet the ones from the early West Coast. They’re a real testament to the FEV. If only they’d stop trying to fill me with holes long enough for a proper interview..”
14. What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?
“oh...” she sighed “the time my friends and I destroyed the BoS?” She shrugs slightly “I went up into their blimp, and walked right up to that pompous ass who called himself their leader, before vaporizing him. I did manage to preserve his coat” She smiles slightly “Then we had to fight our way out of a sea of trained soldiers to get back to the ground and organize the destruction of their funny little blimp”
15. Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?
“Heavens yes, and I wish I hadn’t. They’re too gorgeous to kill!”
16. Do you like fighting?
“not really” She folds her fingers together with a sad look in her eyes “It’s always sad to have to harm someone or something. And to take a life is always a weight on the soul” She closes her eyes “but to fix the world, you have to survive...”
17. What’s your weapon of choice?
“Energy Weapons” She says with a bright smile “nothing like holding a buzzing laser rifle in your hands and feeling the raw INNOVATION that went into it” She shook her head “i also have a serrated revolutionary war sword I hooked a battery onto that i’m fond of”
18. How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)
“Intelligence” She said , holding up her hand “with a side helping of Charisma. You need to have a keen mind in the field of science. To analyze, theorize and know how to convince others to put those theories into practice...” She tapped her head “that’s the key to changing the world”
19. Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?
“I’ve always hated Vault Tec. They invited me to join their little experiment, but I declined in favor of continuing my research into radiation and mutation. And then the damned bastards froze me!”
20. How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?
“I wrote several studies on the effects of radiation exposure on the human body! hah, so I have some ideas on how to prevent it. Some lead lining in the clothes, lots of Rad-x and Radaway transfusions....building decontamination arches over all my doors. The usual stuff”
21. What’s your favorite wasteland critter?
“I love those funny little geckos” She smiled “They’re just so precious!”
22. What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?
“Cazadors” She frowned “i knew the idiot who made them back in the day. Hated him then. Damned fool made a flying plague”
23. How do you feel about robots?
“I ADORE robots” She says with almost girlish glee “I’ve always found them so interesting! While I’m a biologist by trade, I’ve always appreciated the sheer science of a robot. That glowing chrome...that hydraulic power...”
She looks like she’s going to go on about this for a distressingly long time.
24. How many caps do you have on you right now?
“More than enough to fix the Commonwealth”
25. Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?
"Nuka Cola is absolute swill” She sniffs “ I’m a Sunset Sarsaparilla girl, myself. and just a little side note from one of my studies: Nuka Cola can melt a crab. A whole crab. Just saying!
26. Do you do chems?
“Mentats, Sometimes. I hate the damned things, but damn were they useful during particularly long and stressful studies”
27. Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?
“All the time. I remember it in all it’s glory...in all it’s faults. It was a flawed society built upon fear...but it was also peaceful, and comfortable... a place full of friends I’ll never see again...” She bites her lip gently “...I’ll help the Wasteland become something better... the Old World without it’s flaws..”
28. What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?
“Everything. I would have spoken up about the ethical issues I saw in the Institute before the war even began. I would have found another way to survive that wasn’t Vault Tec and it’s Trap. The ...the synth project maybe. I don’t know. I can’t dwell on this question too long without regretting almost everything I’ve done prior to my choice to change the Institute and fix the wasteland”
29. What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?
“Which leads us into this.. hah. When my son passed away, he left the Institute to me. in my hands. He trusted I’d keep us on the course he chose...but he was wrong. The Synths were an exercise in needless cruelty. A species created, given sentience and then called slaves and tools. I ...reorganized...the head committee, and demanded a stop to the hunting and production of synths. No more bodysnatching. no more ‘property retrieval’ . No more. There were those who fought me...and there were those who tried to remove me. But I’m stronger than I seem.” She smiled grimly “I got them to see things my way eventually. And with that, the Institute’s copious resources could be turned outward...and used to help the Commonwealth at large”
30. What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?
”I want...” She looks into the middle distance for a moment in thought “A world where we can all live in peaceful co-existence. Ghouls. Synths. Super Mutants, humans, true robots, and anyone else in that great wide world...I want a world where we can all work towards a mutual understanding and betterment of this wonderful Second Chance we’ve all been given”
And now for the tagging <3 @queenofblackcrows @spookdoggy @corpsewyrm @ all those who think Curie is a sweetheart @ all fallout fans who may see this? idk <3
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Off The Beaten Path I Reign
Chapter 1: Frozen Heart
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Katlynn “Kat” Roberts (OFC).
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Katlynn Roberts
Warnings: Language, drinkings, SMUT, oral: female receving, P in V sex, unprotected sex ((wrap it up IRL kids)), canon type violence, mentions of past trauma, blood (nothing too gory).
A/N: AS PROMISED HERE IT IS!!! This is my child; my down fall, my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues. This is the first chapter in a BRAND NEW series for ya’ll; so the tag list is WIDE open. These chapters are gonna be long, so grab a snack and/or a drink before you settle down. Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are NOT. With no further delay, let’s begin!
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Chapter 1: Frozen Heart
“Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining, this icy force both foul and fair has a frozen heart worth mining. There's beauty and there's danger here, split the ice apart!
Beware the frozen heart...”
It had been a hectic Friday night, that was for sure, Katlynn Roberts reflected as she wiped down the last of her tables for the night. She still had one teenage couple in her section that looked like they were wrapping up. She ran over her to do list in her head; roll silverware, tip out the bus boy and then she was home free. She put her dish towel in the dirty bucket and check on the couple once again.
“You guys still doing okay? Anyone want another refill?” she asked brightly.
“One more Coke,” the guy said “and the check please.”
“Sure, you got it.” Kat said and took the guy's cup “One check or two?”
“One please.” the girl piped up with a smile.
“Okay, be back in second with both of those.” Kat said and turned on her heel. She printed out the check, then refilled the guy's glass and walked back to them.
“Here ya go,” she said, sitting the items down “no rush, you guys go pay at the register whenever you're ready. Let me go ahead and take some of these dishes out of your way.”
The couple nodded as Kat did just that then went into the kitchen, leaving the dishes near the sink. When she came back, the couple was at the register paying and she quickly cleaned and cleared their table. She made her way up to the register after they left, claimed her tips for the night and then grabbed the plastic bin that held the paper napkins and paper napkin rings and a bunch of silverware.
“Kat, wait!” she heard a voice call and she turned. Her co-worker, Julia, held up a different plastic bin and said “I got a bin ready for you.”
“Aw, bless you my dear!” Kat said and set the bin she was holding to the side.
“Anything for you Katniss.” Julia said, calling Kat by one of her laundry list of nick names and Kat laughed, taking the bin from her.
Kat walked over and sat down in her section then began to roll the silverware. It was a monotonous task; but it helped her relax after such a busy night. She heard some familiar chords strike up on the piped in music and shook her head, realizing what song it was; “Sex and Candy” by Marcy Playgound. She laughed and began to sway with the beat, lip syncing along with the song. She found it amazing that she could remember the words to a song that was well over twenty years old; but not remember what she did last Tuesday. She blocked out everything that was going on around her, concentrating on the task at while she entertained herself with the song.
After a little bit, she had the curious feeling she was being watched and she looked up and saw a guy looking at her.
However, this was no ordinary guy, this guy was HOT. Not a lot of guys that came through got her attention, but this one had her struggling to remember to breathe. He had brown hair, green eyes, a sharp jawline that was covered by JUST the right amount of scruff and probably the most adorable smile she'd ever seen on a guy.
“Oh great,” she thought “of course, the hottest guy I've ever laid eyes on sees me making a jackass out of myself. Damn 90's one hit wonders and their catchy beats. BASTARDS!” She instantly blushed, which only made him smile even bigger, revealing perfect white teeth.
“Don't mind me,” he said “didn't mean to break your concentration.”
“No big deal,” Kat said, trying to recover some of her dignity “I'm the night time entertainment.”
“This is the show you put on?” He asked and she nodded
“That's why they pay me the big bucks,” she said and held up a roll of silverware “I multitask.”
He chuckled and said
“That's efficiency right there!” he said and she laughed.
She took note of his clothes; he was wearing a leather jacket and plaid shirt, something about it looked familiar, but she couldn't place it right away.
"You know it." she said, her heart thumping in her chest, he was hot AND funny. She watched as another guy sat with him; this one was tall, with long, dark hair. He was also wearing a leather jacket, jeans and boots. He said something to Hot, Funny Guy but Kat couldn't make it out. She looked down at her silverware and continued to nod and move her lips along with the song. When the song was over, it switched to one she didn't know and she looked up. Hot, Funny Guy was looking at her, she blushed and went back to rolling silverware.
“Okay, so he's either gay or just looking for a good time.” Kat thought “A good time wouldn't be bad, but if he's gay, then I'm shit out of luck. Or he has a girlfriend. He probably has a girlfriend. No one THAT good looking is single and straight.”
She finished up the silverware and dared to look up again. He wasn't looking this time but, dear god was he cute. Kat loaded the silverware up into the plastic container and gave it to Julia who said
"That guy was totally flirting with you!"
"I know." Kat told her
"Go say hi!" Julia said
Kat shook her head
“Nah, no way. It'd be a waste of my time.” Kat said
“What makes you say that?” Julia asked, looking shocked.
“Well, he looks like he strolled out of a magazine and I look like you could fry chicken on my forehead because it's so greasy.” Kat said
“All's I'm saying is that he is totally checking you out and you should tap that. I say it because I love you." Julia said
"Is he really?" Kat asked, secretly excited.
"Yes," Julia said "if he stares any longer, you'll be Swiss cheese."
Kat rolled her eyes
"I'll think about it, in the meantime, I'm gonna clock out and get something to eat." Kat said
"Okay." Julia said and took the silverware from Kat.
The hot, funny guy watched as the Singing Girl with dark hair stood by the bar talking to a taller brunette. She had a round shaped face, striking emerald green eyes that were slightly too large for her face, a small, button nose and luscious pink lips. She was petite, probably no more than five feet tall, wearing jeans, non slip black shoes and a t-shirt that had the diner's logo plastered on it with her hair back in a braided bun.
She turned around and walked to the back of the restaurant as he caught a glimpse of her from behind. She had a medium sized waist, however, it was her butt and thighs that had his attention.
“Holy. Shit. Nice ass.” he thought, smirking. Dirty thoughts raced through his head as she walked away.
“Hello?” the tall guy asked “Earth to Dean”
Dean snapped out of his trance and asked
“Sorry Sam, what were you babbling about?”
“Um, the case we're here to work,” Sam said “Unless you have other ideas.”
“Did you see that girl?” Dean asked Sam “She's really pretty.”
“You finding a girl attractive?” Sam asked, his voice dripping was sarcasm “There's an odd concept.”
“Listen, just because I like to mix work and pleasure doesn't make me a bad person” Dean said “If you lightened up and got laid every once in a while you wouldn't be so,” he searched for the words as the waitress brought over the coffee that had ordered “I don't know, you.”
“Can I get you fellas anything to eat?” the waitress asked.
“Just coffee for right now,” Sam said with a smile “Thank you though.”
Their waitress, the one had been talking to the Singing Girl, gave Sam a flirtatious grin and said
“You boys need anything just let me know, my name is Julia”
“Actually, I have one quick question,” Dean said “if you have a second.”
“Sure.” Julia said
“The short, dark haired girl,” Dean said “the one you were talking to?”
“Yeah?” Julia asked, her eyes brightening
“Is she single?” Dean asked and Julia nodded
“VERY,” Julia said “she thinks you're cute AND she's just about to clock out to eat at the bar. She does the same thing every night.”
“Julia, you're my new favorite person.” Dean said with a smile, tipping his coffee cup to her.
Julia blushed and giggled as she walked away
“See? She's into you.” Dean said
Sam rolled his eyes and added sugar to his coffee
“We have a case to solve,” Sam said “which is why we're here. Three mysterious deaths in a month?”
“Yeah, but that doesn't narrow down what it is” Dean said as he drank his coffee “The sheriff said it was campers and we didn't find any hex bags or sulfur at the scene when we checked it out.”
“That DOES narrow it down” Sam said “We know we're not dealing with a witch or demons, plus there was no EMF so it definitely isn't a ghost or vengeful spirit”
“So we're looking for a creature?” Dean asked “Fan-friggin-tastic.” The Singing Girl emerged from the back of the restaurant with her purse and jacket over her shoulder.
“Speaking of fan-friggin-tastic.” Dean said and smiled. She was looking down at her phone so she didn't meet his eyes.
Sam huffed
“Jesus, fine. Go get laid.”
“Jealousy never was a good look on your face Sammy” Dean said with a wink.
Kat sat down at the bar, after checking her Instagram and Julia asked
“What're we having tonight?”
“Chicken soup and double cherry pie.” Kat said
“The dinner of champions?” Julia chided and Kat nodded “Coming right up.”
Kat felt a presence next to her and looked up to see Hot, Funny Guy standing there.
“How's the pie here?” he asked
“The double cherry is the best in three counties,” Kat told him “you want a slice?”
“Hell yeah!” Hot, Funny Guy said “But only if I get to sit with you.”
“Smooth.” Kat thought and smiled “Sure,” she said and motioned to the empty seat next to her “pop a squat.”
“There's one I haven't heard before” Hot, Funny Guy said as he sat down “I'm Dean, by the way.” he stuck his hand out.
“Katlynn,” she said and took his hand “everyone calls me Kat.”
His palms were rough in hers; a working man's hands, she noted as they shook hands.
“Julia, can you get Dean a slice of double cherry pie please?” Kat asked
“That's the last slice, I'll have you know.” Julia said as she grabbed another plate and handed them each one. They both dug in as Kat's soup arrived and Dean groaned.
“Oh my god,” he said “this is amazing!”
“Right?!” Kat asked “I wasn't lying when I said best in three counties was I?”
“Nope!” Dean said and dug back in.
They fell into an easy and flirtatious conversation with lots of long glances and half smirks. Kat was no where close to wanting the night to end.
"So, Dean, what brings you to this part of Texas?" Kat asked
"Work." he said simply
"I'm so sorry," she said and he looked at her "It's boring out this way." she added
"I don't know," he said "I'm liking it so far." and looked at her.
"What're you doing after you finish that pie?" Kat asked
"Well I was gonna go back to my motel and crash, unless you have a better idea." Dean said
"That depends, do you play pool?" She asked
"Oh, I don't just play," Dean said "I own it."
Kat raised her eye brows and clicked her tongue
"Really? That sounds like a challenge." she said
"You play?" He asked
"Yep, and I play to win." she said
Someone cleared their throat and they looked up, it was the tall guy.
"I already paid, you coming?" Tall Guy asked Dean
"Kat, this is my brother Sam." Dean said
"Nice to meet you Sam," Kat said brightly "Dean and I were going to shoot some pool, want to come?"
"No, thank for the invitation but I'm tired." Sam said
"See ya Sammy." Dean said with a wink.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to go change out of these work clothes and then we'll go" Kat said
"Okay, I'll wait." Dean said.
Kat grabbed her bag and went into the ladies' room.
She shut herself in a stall and changed out of her work uniform and she put on a gray tank top, tied a red and black plaid shirt over it, jeggings and ankle boots. She quickly brushed her hair and put her uniform into her bag. Once she was out of the stall, she swished some mouthwash around in her mouth and spit it out. She sprayed on some perfume and checked in the mirror, she looked good. After taking a deep breath, she grabbed her bag and left the bathroom. She found Dean right where she'd left him and asked
"Ready to go?"
He turned around he smiled
"Sure am." and got up. Kat looked over her shoulder to see Julie mouthing "call me later!" At her. Kat stifled a laugh and followed behind Dean.
Dean and Kat wandered across the road to a pool hall. When they walked in, there were a good amount of people at the bar, a few of the bartenders greeted Kat. She waved back and then they found an empty pool table. Dean walked up to the bar and said to one of the bartenders, a large, barrel chested man with a salt a pepper crew cut, a thick, black mustache and eyebrows that matched the mustache.
“A beer for me, and whatever she normally has.” motioning to Kat.
“You're in luck,” the bartender said “she normally has beer too. We'll bring it out.”
“Thank you.” Dean said and walked back over to Kat who had set her purse and jacket at one of the high top tables.
"I'm going to warn you, I'm really good at this." Kat said as she grabbed her stick.
"So am I." Dean said as he racked up the balls.
"How about a friendly wager?" Kat asked and Dean raised his eyebrow.
"What did you have in mind?" He asked, taking his beer as the bartender brought it over.
"Ten bucks from both of us, winner take all." Kat said, grabbing her beer.
"Anything else?" He asked, taking a sip from his bottle
"Possibly." Kat said with a mischievous grin, and took a few big gulps of beer.
"You're on." Dean said and grabbed a ten out of his wallet. Kat counted out ten dollars from her tips and put it on the table.
"You want to break?" Dean asked
"Sure." Kat said and grabbed the white ball. Dean moved the triangle away from the balls and Kat broke them up, the red solid ball going into a corner pocket. "I'm solids." she said.
"Okay, just shoot." Dean said playfully
"You're not getting worried, are you?" Kat asked
Dean shook his head
"Not at all."
Kat set up her shot and sank a solid green ball into the side pocket. Dean watched as she moved efficiently around the pool table; each of her steps seemed more like she was gliding rather than walking. She had and easy grace in her movements; from the way her hips swayed, to how nimbly she moved the pool stick in her hands. She aimed for the solid yellow one but missed.
"Your turn." Kat said and moved away. Dean took his shot and sunk it in effortlessly.
The game went back and forth pretty quickly and Dean hadn't lied, it was REALLY good. She studied him as he moved; he was easily six feet tall, he had freckles spread across his face, long eyelashes and sinfully full lips. The feature she was most interested in, however, were his eyes. They seemed to change from a bright green to a golden green. He lined up a particularly difficult shot, biting his bottom lip as he concentrated.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” she thought
“There’s no way you’re making that.” she said
He looked up and gave her a panty melting, devilish smirk.
“Oh ye of little faith.” he quipped.
Julia had been right, it had been a long time since she’d been laid. He seemed to be into her, otherwise he wouldn’t be here. He was undoubtedly hot; sex on bowed legs if she was perfectly honest with herself. He wasn’t wearing a ring, he flirted with her like he was unattached. She watched as he took the shot and made it, her mouth dropped open and he said
“What can I say? I’m good.” with a cocky grin.
“Yeah, yeah hot shot.” she said, faking annoyance but she was secretly impressed. The game went on as did the flirting between Dean and Kat, she made a particularly difficult shot and he said
“Damn, you ARE good! You're giving me a run for my money!”
She held the pool stick in one hand and twirled a piece of loose hair between the fingers of her other hand.
“I TOLD you I was good.” she insisted as he moved closer to her.
“Yeah, but when most people say that,” he said, standing inches from her, she could feel his body heat and smell his cologne “they're bluffing.”
She looked up at him with a small grin playing on her lips
“MOST being the operative word.” she challenged, still twirling the end of her hair between her fingers. He smiled, his tongue barely grazing over his bottom lip.
“Yeah, you're right.” he said and walked past her, his the finger tips of his free hand, brushing the back of her hand that was holding the pool stick. Her cheeks flushed pink as she made a half turn, his back was to her. She noted that he had strong, broad shoulders and briefly wondered if the freckles on his face also dotted his shoulders. He turned to the side and she got a good, long look at his backside as he bent over the table to take his shot.
“Good lord.” she mumbled to herself. In that moment, she knew she was in trouble.
They ordered more beer and Kat was starting to lose. Disgruntled and a little tipsy, she concentrated on making her next shot, biting her lower lip. She heard him audibly sigh and she looked up. He had an intensely sexual look on his face and she smiled at him.
“If you take a picture handsome, it'll last longer.” she told him and he laughed as she took her shot and missed. “God damn it!” she yelled and he sauntered over to take his shot.
“Tough luck there princess.” He teased
“I'm no princess,” she quipped “I'm the queen; I got my shit handled.”
He chuckled, took his shot and sank it easily.
The song on the piped in music switched to one that had been popular when she was in high school. It had a stupidly catchy beat and in her inebriated state, she started to move her hips and head as she moved around the table, watching line up his next shot. However, he was distracted by her dancing, she could certainly move.
“You gonna take your shot or what?” she teased and he gave her a full grin as he walked over to her and got close, his fingers barely brushing her hip.
“Quit shaking your ass and I might be able to.” He said
She smiled and bit her lip
“Nah, I'm not gonna do that.” She said
“Well then we have a problem,” he said “I can't take my shot, you won't quit dancing and you're distracting me.”
She raised her eyebrows and shrugged
“Oh, how ever could we solve THAT problem?” she asked, giving him a suggestive grin.
“I'm not sure, any ideas?” he asked
She was sure he had PLENTY of ideas in that mind of his, but he may have been trying to feel her out to make sure they were on the same page.
"How about we up the stakes on this game?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Oh?" He asked as she moved closer
"If I win, we play another round. Double or nothing." Kat said, half sitting on the pool table
"If I win?" He asked
Her heart pounded, liquid courage pumping through her veins. The sexual tension between them was palpable.
"That's up to you." she said and bit her lip
“Oh fuck.” he thought, every dirty thought he'd had about her all evening bubbled to the surface. It was now or never.
"If I win, we get out of here." he said
“SCORE!” She thought
Kat pretended to mull this over
"Okay." she said
"You're on." he said
"Good luck." she said, standing up right
He lined up his shot again and she waited. He took it and missed. He hung his head in defeat and she laughed
"Aw, nice try!" She exclaimed as he moved away
"Yeah, yeah." he said, mentally kicking himself. He'd officially blown it with her.
Kat lined up her shot and sunk in her last ball. She looked up at him, smiling and he was giving her a flirtatious smirk.
"Okay, double or nothing right?" He asked, reaching for his wallet.
"I changed my mind," she said and he looked at her as she set her pool stick aside and walked over to him. "Keep your money, let's get out of here."
"We'll get out of here but you won fair and square." he said and handed her the cash.
"Nah, keep your money,” she said “I had to entice you to play me some how.”
“Well, you could've just asked.” he said, grabbing the ten he had laid out
“Honestly, where's your sense of adventure?” she asked him and he laughed. She loved how his eyes crinkled up when he laughed. Deciding to have some fun, and also to see if this guy was worth his salt she said “Though before we go,” as she grabbed her jacket and purse. He looked at her “there’s something you should probably know about me” she added
“What’s that?” He asked, looking amused and curious at the same time.
She bit her lip, looked down at her shoes and then back up at him
“I’m a virgin.” she said with a shy look on her face. He cocked his head to the side
“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say to that,” he said “I could go cheesy and say “oh I’ll fix that” or some other bullshit.”
Her face broke into a grin and she laughed “Oh my god, I’m kidding!” She exclaimed “I almost couldn’t keep a straight face!”
Realization crossed his face and he started laughing
“You’re fucking with me!” He shouted as he laid down his pool stick and they left the bar. He was pleasantly surprised, most women were either on their best behavior or throwing themselves at him, this one was laughing and joking like they were old friends and flirting with him like crazy. He was into it.
Once they were outside, she said
“Well yeah, what fun is it if you can’t mess with someone?”
He shrugged
“You have a point there, you almost had me.” He said
“And what if I was?” She asked him
He gave her another shrug
“I’d say if you were up for it, okay, cool. We’ll go. If you weren’t, again, cool. Whatever.” He said
Kat smiled and said
"I'm just around the corner from here."
"Lead the way." he said and they set off.
After walking about half a block, they came to a small apartment building and Kat said
"Here we are."
They walked up the flight of stairs and to the end of the hallway where Kat fished her keys out of her pocket. She unlocked the door to apartment number 8 and they walked in. She turned on the kitchen light. He shut the door behind them and Kat dropped her purse and jacket on the table. They looked at each other for a split second and then she closed the gap between them.
"Well now what?" She asked
"I think we're on the same page." he said, tentatively stretching his hands out toward her. She nodded and he put his hands on her hips. She stood on her tip toes and kissed him. The full lips she’d been fantasizing about for the last two hours were warm and soft of hers as her arms traveled up his and rested on his shoulders. He opened his mouth and kissed her again, firmer this time. Without warning, he picked her up wrapping her legs around his waist, kissing her over and over again. She ran her hands through his hair as her lips met his.
"Straight back." she told him as he carried her out of the kitchen and into her dark bedroom. He kicked the door shut with his foot and sat her on the bed. The bedroom was bathed in light coming from the street lamp outside. She made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt while he reached down and untied the knot her shirt was in. She shrugged out of it and he tossed it aside. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and revealed a black shirt under the plaid. He pulled the black shirt off and revealed his bare chest. On his chest was a tattoo that looked like a pentagram with sun rays around it and she gasped.
"What?" He asked
She stared wide eyed at him
"Why do you have an anti-possession tattoo?" She asked
His face went from lust filled to serious
"What?" He asked
"Are you a hunter?" Kat asked, still staring at his tattoo.
"What do you know about hunters?" he asked and backed away from her. Kat stood up and turned around, moving her hair off of her shoulder to show off her back.
She had the same symbol tattooed on her shoulder blade.
"I'm one too." she said when she turned around "Who are you, really?"
"Dean is my real name," He said "My last name is Winchester"
She stared at him, her mouth agape. The Winchester name was a well known in the hunting community, they were practically legends. She'd heard countless stories about them, but when it came to Dean, the stories were from female hunters and usually included the phrase “best night of my life” somewhere in there. She pushed those stories out of her mind and asked
"YOU'RE Dean Winchester? Didn't you die a few years ago?”
He laughed
“Yeah, didn't really stick.” he answered, a flash of something dark crossed his expression before he gave her another heart stopping grin.
“So, now what?" she asked
Dean blinked and asked
"I don't know, are we still doing this or?"
Kat laughed
"Yeah, we definitely are." she said, she knew she would kick herself forever if she let the sex god get away without seeing if he lived up to the hype.
"Awesome." he said and closed the gap between them, taking her face in his hands and kissing her.
She laid back on the bed, pulling him on top of her as he kissed her over and over again. His lips worked their way down her jaw and neck. He kissed his way up to her ear and then asked
"What do you like?"
Her eyes went wide.
"What?" She asked. He pulled back, repeated the question and she asked "Wait, you actually CARE about what I like?"
He looked confused
"Um, yeah?" He asked, not sure where she was going with that and he told her so.
"No, I'm just surprised," she said "It's much appreciated"
"So, what do you like?" He asked his finger tracing her cheek. Proper brain function has ceased for half a second, the feeling of those rough hands on her face made her wonder what else he could do with them. Getting her mind out of the gutter, she spoke
"Um, I mean I like being on top and bottom. Nothing super rough." She managed to say
"What about going down?" He asked
"Giving or receiving?" She asked
"Both." he said
"Neither is my cup of tea." she said, suddenly uneasy.
"Neither? Really?" He asked, surprised.
"No offense, but most guys have no clue what they're doing when they get down there, then I'm left staring at my watch or the ceiling," She told him “And I have issues with going down on guys, that I'd rather not get into at this moment.”
"Mind if I try on you?" He asked "Worse case, if you start looking at your watch, just say so and we'll do something else. You don't have to worry about reciprocating. It's nice, I don't expect it though.”
Jesus Christ, so far he WAS living up to the hype.
"Okay." she said and kissed him.
“Holy shit.” she thought as he kissed his way down her body. She pulled her shoes and socks off and then pulled off her jeggings, casting them aside. He admired her thick, creamy thighs as he bit his lip. She slowly pulled her panties off, throwing them aside. She scooted up the bed so that she was laying against the pillows, her legs bent at the knee. He crawled across the bed, sat up on his knees and parted her legs. He picked one leg up and kissed from her inner knee, to her inner thigh, her leg going over his shoulder as he lowered himself down, kissing to the apex of her thighs, her knees going weak. He threw her other leg over his shoulder as a chill ran up her spine. She drew a shaky breath as she felt his mouth close over her wet hole, as if he was kissing her there. She inhaled sharply, feeling his tongue move in slow circles inside her, making her eyes go wide; the intensity surprising her.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned out, the delicious sensation, washing over her. He flicked his tongue over and over on her, making her cry out, his fingertips pressing into her thighs. He swirled his tongue around faster, her hips rocking against him.
“You taste good,” he told her as he lapped up her taste “so sweet.”
"Mhhhh," she cried out, biting her lip. "Yes, yes, oh god!" she moaned out, his tongue going from her entrance up to her clit, zig zagging it as he did so. She cried out again, her head practically spinning.
"Dean!" she managed to choke out
He picked his head up "You good?” he asked
Something, again, no one had ever cared enough to make sure of. Her eyes met his and she nodded. Satisfied, he dipped his head back and her mouth dropped open.
"There's NO way this is an act," she thought, his tongue going back to work on her "Either that, or it is and this guy deserves an Academy Award."
His tongue went from side to side, she felt his hand slide up her thigh, his fingers gently touching her clit while he moved his tongue. Kat tilted her head back, moaning as heat rolled over her body. She cried out and arched her back, gripping the pillow by her head.
"I'm gonna-" she couldn't finish the sentence, the intensity of his touch and tongue overwhelmed her and she cried out again, the tense passion in her lower abdomen coming undone as she let go. He picked his head up as she breathed hard, her nerves humming loudly.
"Oh my god!" she said and her eyes met his, he was smirking.
"I'm not done with you yet." he said and unzipped his pants. She stifled a giggle of excitement, if he could do that with his mouth, God only knew what he could do with the rest of his body. He kicked off his boots, pants and boxer briefs as he kissed his way back up her body, his hard member grazing her inner thigh. Their lips met and she spread her legs open. He tentatively pushed just inside of her, his tongue meeting hers. He gently moved his hips back and forth, pushing further into her as he went. She moaned against his mouth, her hands moving up his arms, to his shoulders and finally meeting behind his head. He pushed all the way in her, filling her and she slipped her tongue in his mouth. He moved his hips back and forth at a steady pace inside her as her fingers tangled in his thick hair she'd wanted to grab since she laid eyes on him. He moaned against her mouth as she hooked her leg around his hips and rolled, bringing her on top of him. If he was going to show off, so would she. She let her hands slide up and down his bare chest and stomach, grazing over every defined muscle as she rocked her hips back and forth on top of him. His hands slid up her thighs, coming to a rest on her hips as he tilted his head back with a sigh. She moved her hands over his, getting his attention, as her hands slid up her body. Over her stomach, her breasts and shoulders and she placed her hands in her hair as she moved her hips faster, moaning. She tilted her body back, giving him a good, long look at her. He snapped up, his arms around her, kissing her furiously.
"You're gorgeous." he murmured against her mouth. She responded by kissing him hard, her hands sliding from his chest to the back of his neck. His hands roamed from her hips to the small of her back. He laid them flat, pressing her all the way down on him as she let out a whimper. She placed her knees firmly on the bed, on either side of his hips, raising her body up and pressing her chest into his. He slid his hands down and cupped her behind in his hands. He noted it was the perfect balance between firm and soft as he pressed his fingertips into her flesh. Her lips left his mouth and she kissed down his jaw line and neck as she pressed and pulled her hips into him. She kissed down his neck and shoulders, noting she was right about the freckles on his shoulders and grazed his flesh with her teeth. He let out a growl and rolled her on to her back, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder. From this position, it was impossible for her to hold on any more. She warned him as much as she could and he gently kissed her chest.
"Come" he said
"Jesus H. Christ" she thought
With that, she let go again, the shock waves reverberated through her body as she cried out in a tone she didn't recognize has her own. He moaned, letting go inside her. When he was done, he rolled off of her and laid beside her as they caught their breath. Kat couldn't decide if it was because it had been so long or because it was THAT good, but she felt like she had gotten some kind of sexual achievement.
She grinned stupidly as she looked at him, he was grinning too.
"You're good." she told him
"So are you," he said "Like, really good"
They caught their breath and she asked
"You want a beer or something?"
"Sure." he said
She got up and pulled on a fresh pair of panties and a long sleeved shirt she slept in and went to go retrieve beer from her fridge.
When she got back, Dean had pulled on his shirt and underwear, they sat on her bed, his back against the headboard and her sitting cross legged beside him.
"So, you're a hunter?" He asked, his fingers running over the back of her hand.
"I'm semi-retired,” she told him "My parents were hunters, I didn't realize what they actually did until I was five or six. They told me they were traveling sales people so I spent a lot of time with my parents' friends, who were retired hunters."
"So, what happened?" Dean asked, his fingers stopping.
"My parents were killed by demons," she told him "the demons kidnapped me and my parents fell right into a trap to get me back."
Dean stared as Kat recalled the details.
"They tortured my parents and made me watch." she told him.
"No." Dean said, shocked
Kat nodded
“They were done so they left me tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse with my dead parents. Security guards found me a few hours later because someone had reported screaming from inside. They called it a double murder and kidnapping, but I knew what happened. I couldn't tell anyone, but I knew. In the back of that police car, I swore revenge. I'd track down the demons that killed my parents and I'd avenge my parent's death. Leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe, know what I mean?”
"But I'm guessing that didn't go as planned" Dean said
"No, not right away." She said and rolled on to her back, her head turned toward him. "My parents were killed when I was eight, all of my close relatives are dead and I don't have any siblings so I was put in the care of my third cousins in Tulsa, Oklahoma. So I moved out there and," she paused and searched for the right words
"And what?" Dean asked
"Things took a pretty quick nosedive," she said "I can't put it any more gently than that."
"What happened?" Dean asked
"Well, it turns out that Aunt Chloe and Uncle Kevin, that's what they told me to call them, only took me in so they could collect more government assistance and were heavy drug users. Any money they got was blown on drugs.” She bit her lip and looked back at him, his face unreadable. It looked like a mixture of rage and something else she couldn't understand; pity maybe?
"Everything I went through; the nights I went to bed cold and hungry, the teasing I got from other kids, every forgotten birthday, all I could think about was one day I would become a hunter and kill the demons that had landed me here. I saved up every bit of pocket money I could scrounge up or hide from Chloe and Kevin. I had a teacher, Mrs. Morris, that helped me get in contact with some hunters and I found a couple, Shannon and Dave, that knew my parents and they offered to take me in and teach me hunting. When I turned eighteen, I packed what few things I had, ran away and never looked back. While Shannon and Dave were teaching me to hunt, I earned my keep by helping them out at a bar they owned and helping on cases."
"Did you ever find the demons that killed your parents?" Dean asked
"After thirteen years of searching and killing a hell of a lot of other things along the way, yes I did. Once I killed them, I didn't feel like I needed to do anything else. So, I threw a dart at a map, it landed on Waco, Texas and that's why I'm here now. If a case comes up near by, I'll take it, but I don't leave for very long if I can help it.”
“Why's that?” Dean asked
“I made a life here,” she said “I wanted to get back to the normal I remembered from being a kid.”
Dean sensed a coldness in her words; like she was projecting an image of herself. Something was blocking him from her.
“Reasonable” Dean said with a shrug, deciding to put that thought aside.
"What happened to you?" She asked, seeing something poking out of his shirt sleeve
"What're you talking about?" He asked
"Right here." she asked and touched his shoulder, he rolled the sleeve up; there was an old hand print shaped scar on his shoulder.
"Touched by an angel." he said
"What?" She asked, shocked
"No seriously," he said "Long story."
"Hey, I just spilled my guts here" she said teasingly "I'm kidding, you don't have to tell me anything.”
"It's not something I really like to talk about, but considering what you went though, I guess we had somewhat similar experiences," he said and she looked at him "I went to hell."
"Literally Hell?" She asked and he nodded
"Got my soul ripped out by hell hounds and everything. Nasty business. Anyway, an angel, Castiel, grabbed me by the shoulder and brought me back from Hell." he said.
"What does one DO in hell?" She asked
He mulled it over
"Depends on the person I guess." he said
"Okay, what did YOU do while you were in hell?" She asked
He shook his head, he wasn't talking about that with a stranger.
"I can understand." she said. Something about him made her want to tell him everything; she didn't realize how badly she wanted to tell someone that would understand, but she bit her tongue.
Good time? Sure. Dr. Phil session? Nope. Not happening.
He smirked and she looked at the clock on her bedside table.
"I hate to be a party pooper, but I have a double shift tomorrow. Otherwise I'd suggest you sleep over." she said
"I doubt there'd be much sleeping." he said, a mischievous grin on his face.
"You ain't lying about that," she said with a laugh as she got up "At least let me give you a ride back to your motel."
"You don't have to." he said and finished his beer
"A pair of hunters are in town and you think I'm going to let you walk back in the dark?" She asked as she pulled her clothes back on "You must think I'm an idiot or something."
"Far from it, actually." he said and got dressed.
They walked outside and went around to the back of the apartment building where the parking lot was located.
"Which one is yours?" Dean asked, scanning the vehicles
"That one." she said and nodded to an old model Mustang.
"Holy shit." Dean said as they walked over to it and she laughed
"This is MY baby." she told him, admiring her car's black and chrome exterior.
"Oh, she's a beauty," he said and looked the car over "what is this, a 66?"
"Close," she said and unlocked the doors "she's a '67."
He let out a low whistle
"Same year as my car. What 'cha got under the hood?" He asked as he climbed in
"A 302 V8," she said and cranked the car up. She revved the engine and a huge grin spread across his face. "You have a 67 too?" She asked
"A 67 Chevy Impala," he told her "Damn, she's got some giddy up." he said
"Oh, you have NO idea," she said and put the car in gear "A 67 Impala? This I have to see."
"Where'd you find her?" He asked
"On a hunt with Dave," she said as they took off "We helped this guy take out a pack of werewolves and it was my birthday, so he gave Dave a REALLY good deal on it and we fixed it up."
"How long did it take?" Dean asked as they took off into the night
"Like two years," she said "We worked on it between cases and had to find all the parts. She was a V6, but we upgraded her to a V8."
"Good choice." he said, admiring the pristine interior.
He told her which motel he and Sam were staying at and she pulled into the parking lot.
"Right there, that's my car." he said, pointing to it.
"Jesus H. Christ" she said as she pulled up next to it
"That's my Baby." he said and her mouth dropped open.
"Oh my god." Kat said as she cut off the Mustang and climbed out of it "Oh, she's GORGEOUS" she said, admiring the Impala. She was an 18-foot bad ass and Kat fell in love instantly "Okay, so what do YOU have under the hood?" She asked
"502 big block." he said
"V8?" She asked
He snorted
"Of course." he said and she grinned
"Now you have to crank her up, I want to hear this beast." she said and he smiled
"Hold on, my brother has the keys." he said and went into the motel room, leaving the door open. He came back a few seconds later, with Sam right behind him.
"Nice Mustang." Sam commented as Dean unlocked the driver's side of the Impala.
"Thanks," Kat said "This is my baby" she patted the Mustang fondly
Sam chuckled
"Well this is his baby." he said, nodding to the Impala as Dean cranked her up and revved the engine.
"DAMN, that's loud!" Kat said and Dean grinned
"That's my girl!" He said and cut the engine off
"Excuse me while I try not to drool on your car." she said as he climbed out and shut the door
"No shame." Dean said
"Well, thanks for showing off your baby," Kat said "if you guys need help, you know where to find me"
Sam's widened eyes darted from Dean to Kat and back again
"Relax," Dean said "She's a hunter too."
Sam relaxed and went back inside as Dean stepped closer to Kat
"If I want to see you again before I leave, can I find you at work?" He asked
"Or I could just give you my number." she said
"Works for me." he said
She grabbed a pen out of her purse, took his hand and wrote her number on his palm. Her eyes lingered on his hand for a few seconds longer than they probably should have, remembering how they'd worked magic on her, making her blush. She wrote her name and drew a quick smiley face next to it.
"Cute." he commented
"Just so you don't forget." she said with a smile.
"Not likely." he said
They quickly kissed and then she left. While driving back to her apartment; she texted Julie.
"I'm telling you Sammy, she's PERFECT." Dean said, it was the next day and they were taking a break from researching their case to get something to eat. Wanting to see Kat again, Dean had coaxed Sam into going back to the diner.
"The girl or the car?" Sam asked
"Yes," Dean said "And yes."
"Dean, you just met her, how do you know she's perfect?" Sam asked.
They went into the diner and asked to sit in Kat's section. Kat herself, was busy behind the bar, pouring an older gentleman a cup of coffee. The hostess that had seated them went over to Kat and made her aware her section had been sat. Kat looked up and saw them sitting there. Dean's eyes met hers and her cheeks went a rosy pink.
"God, she is so cute." Dean said, looking at her
"You're going to make me barf and I haven't eaten since this morning." Sam said and looked at the menu.
Kat came over to their table and greeted them warmly as she set silverware and napkins down for them. Today she had her hair up in a bun and was wearing pretty pink lipstick.
"Jose, one of our chefs, is trying out a special chili recipe." She told Dean
"What's in it?" Dean asked
"He calls it Meat Eater Chili; ground beef, bacon and smoked sausage with black beans and onions and a LITTLE chili powder for some kick," she told Dean "Served with a choice of cornbread or Texas toast."
Dean was nearly drooling
"I'll take ALL of the chili you have. I mean all of it, with cornbread." Dean said
“Do you have anything that won't put me in an early grave?” Sam teased and Kat laughed
"We have chicken that we marinate in white wine and Italian spices. You can have it on a sandwich, in a salad, grilled or whatever." she told him
"That sounds amazing" Sam said "I'll take the chicken on a salad, grilled please.”
"What's your side? We have sweet potato fries on special this week" Kat told him
"That sounds really good, thanks Kat." Sam said
"I'll be right back." she said, she winked at Dean and walked away.
Dean looked at his brother with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face and Sam said
"Yeah, she's good."
When she brought over their food, she set it in front of them and said
"Jose wants to know how the chili is, do you guys want anything else?"
"More water please." Sam said
"Coming right up." she said and went to grab the water pitcher. They dug into their food and when Kat came back, they had practically devoured everything. She laughed as she refilled their water glasses and asked
"Everything good here?"
They looked up and nodded, their mouths full of food.
"Good, you two enjoy, I'll be right back" she said and went over to check on her other table. She greeted them just as warmly and smiled at a little boy in the booth down the way from them.
Dean swallowed and said
"See? And she's THAT NICE, all the time."
"How?" Sam asked
Dean shrugged
"Dude, I don't know. She just is." he said
Sam watched as she waved at the little boy who looked really excited to see her.
"Don't look now, but I think you have some competition." Sam said and nodded to the little boy. Dean turned and saw him waving and smiling at Kat.
"Hey Jonah, we're you having today?" She asked him with a grin.
Dean turned back and said
"I better up my game." sarcastically
Sam rolled his eyes
"You might lose to the better man, he has that smiling and waving thing down."
"Shut up Sam." Dean said and finished off his chili.
After they ate, Sam and Dean met Kat at the register.
"Jose!" Kat called and Jose stuck his head out of the kitchen "This is special agent Steven Tyler and his partner Joe Perry. Steven is the guy that ordered the chili."
Jose wandered out of the kitchen and Dean said
"It was phenomenal"
"Thank you!" Jose said "I worked on it for two weeks to get it just right."
"It was amazing!" Dean said as he handed Kat his card.
"Thanks again, glad you guys enjoyed it." Jose said and then went back into the kitchen.
"Who came up with the idea for the chicken?" Sam asked as Kat swiped Dean's card and waited for the receipt to print.
"That was me," Kat said "I tried it at home and the guy that owns the place did too so that's when he decided to let us pitch our food ideas and that's how we keep a rotating menu." the receipt printed and she handed it to Dean for him to sign.
"I might need some more of that chicken before we leave town." Sam said
"Who are you telling? We're coming back for chili." Dean said and signed the receipt and slid Kat some cash for her tip.
"So, can we borrow you for a second?" Sam asked "We need to ask you some questions about the case."
Kat looked at the clock on the wall
"I take my break in like forty-five minutes, does that work?"
"Go ahead Kit Kat, I'll cover." one of the other waitresses, Tanya, said from across the bar.
"Or I could go now" Kat said with a laugh "Thanks Tea."
They went outside and stood over by the Impala
"We think it's a wendigo." Sam said
Kat made a face
"Wendigos are a pain in the ass to hunt." she said
"Yeah and they only come out at night, so that's where our problem is." Dean said
"We think it's holed up in the woods near where those campers went missing," Sam said "Do you know if there's any place where a wendigo could hide?"
Kat thought and said
"Yeah, there's some mine shafts out near this old farm, they've both been abandoned for like ever so maybe that's where it is."
"Can you show us on a map?" Sam said and pulled out his phone. He found a map of the area and Kat looked at it, scanning it and then she said
"Yeah, it's right here," she said and zoomed in on an area about ten miles up the road. "Near mile marker 323, the local teenagers like to go out there and get the wits scared out of them because the property is haunted. Allegedly." She said with a shrug "I've checked, there's no EMF, but I never thought to look for a wendigo."
"Well then that's where we'll start tonight." Sam said
"You guys want an extra set of hands?" Kat asked
"We'll call you if we need you." Dean said and then he glanced at Sam.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna go make a couple of calls." Sam said with a look at Dean and he walked away.
"Can I help you Special Agent Tyler?" Kat asked sarcastically.
"So, what's my competition like in there?" Dean asked playfully, nodding to the little boy who was looking out the window at Kat.
Kat laughed
"Oh Jonah? I don't know, he's pretty tough. He knows all his shapes and colors. He even knows the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song." she said
"Damn, all I got is Sesame Street." Dean said
"I didn't figure you for a Sesame Street kinda kid." Kat said
"I wasn't but Sam was" Dean said, smiling "See you later tonight?" He asked
"Definitely." she said and raised her eyebrows with a suggestive smirk on her face.
That night after her double was over, Kat was taking out the garbage before she left. She stepped outside the diner and walked over to the dumpsters. She shoved the bag into the dumpster and heard the engine of the Impala pull up. She turned and saw Dean climbing out.
"Hey stranger!" She shouted to him.
He turned, saw her and smiled. She started to walk toward him when the expression on his face changed from excited to worried in a split second.
"KAT, behind you!" He yelled and started running toward her. Kat turned and was met with a piece of wood to the head. She hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, out cold. Dean raised his gun to the guy that hit her and said "Don't move!"
"Or what?" The guy taunted
Before Dean could respond, he got whacked on the back of the head and he fell to the ground, also out cold.
"Guess we'll never know." the woman that had hit him over the head said, smiling at the guy.
Kat's head snapped up, her shoulders, ankles and hands tied firmly to the chair she was sitting on.
"Kat?" Came Dean's voice from behind her
"Yeah?" She asked with a moan
"You're awake." he said
She blinked a couple of times trying to get her vision to correct itself and then felt around as best as she could but couldn't feel the knots. She wriggled her feet and asked
“Any progress over there?”
“Working on it.” Dean said
The door a few feet away suddenly opened and they turned their heads to see the couple that had attacked them earlier. When they got closer, Dean and Kat could see their black eyes.
"Well, well, well" the man said and walked over to them, the woman not far behind him "If it isn't Hell's biggest pain in the ass and Dean Winchester"
Kat laughed
"My reputation precedes me," she said "and who the hell are you?"
"Who we are isn't any of your business." the woman snapped.
"Manners Emma," the man said to her and he made his way closer to Kat "You are a hard woman to find." he said and bent his knees so that he was eye level with her "Remember how you slaughtered a couple of demons three years ago?"
"Hard to say," Kat said "I've killed a lot of demons."
"Two very special ones," the man said "They may or may not have had something to do with your parent's murder."
"Oh yeah, I remember now," Kat said "I did do that."
The man sighed
"Well you see, those were two of my best demons and you, a tiny girl, managed to get rid of both of them and I can't say that makes me very happy."
"That's too bad," Kat said as she felt Dean's hands moving frantically to untie the knots "I did what I did with pride and I'd do it again."
"You're going to wish you hadn't said that." the man said and backhanded her across the face.
"Pick on someone your own size you black eyed son of a bitch!" Dean shouted after hearing the slap. Kat recovered quickly and turned her face to the demon's, a welt forming on her cheek.
"You hit like a bitch." Kat said
Emma sauntered over to Dean and looked him in the face.
"Aw, he's sweet on her Edward." she said
"Maybe we'll just torture him and make her watch, just like we did with poor Mommy and Daddy." Edward suggested. Kat felt the rope drop and Dean said
"Good luck with that." then he and Kat head butted the demons sending them stumbling backward. Dean grabbed a knife out of his boot and cut the ropes around his ankles. In doing so, Kat's ropes came loose and she got up and started swinging at Edward. From behind her, Kat heard Emma scream as Edward pushed Kat to the ground. She whacked her head on the concrete and before she could process the hit, she saw Dean's boots appear and heard a splash as Edward screamed. Dean reached down, helped her up and they ran as two clouds of black smoke followed them out of the warehouse and disappeared into the night.
"I know where we are, the road is this way." Kat said and they took a left outside of the warehouse.
"Do you still have your phone?" Dean asked, searching his pockets.
Kat patted herself down.
"No, it's gone" she said, not finding her phone.
"Sam's going to come looking." Dean said
"Hopefully we'll meet up with him before those demons come back. What'd you hit them with anyway?" She asked as they walked toward the road
"Holy water." Dean said and showed her his flask.
"Nice." she said
"Oh, hey you're bleeding." he said and made her stop. He took her chin in his fingers and turned her cheek to the street light to get a better look.
"I've had worse." she said
His mouth set in a hard line
"Dean," she started
"Don't" he cut her off "You shouldn't take a hit.”
"Not like I TOLD him to hit me." she said
"That doesn't mean you should, especially not for me." he told her and let her go. They started walking again, this time in silence.
"You okay?" He asked after a few minutes
"I'm fine," she said, in a clipped tone "There's a gas station about two miles that way" she said as they approached the end of the road and she pointed to the right "I know the guy that works the night shift, he'll let us use the phone so we can get a hold of Sam."
"Lead the way." Dean said and they started walking. They walked in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds being their feet crunching the dirt and a breeze blowing through the trees. Kat shivered as they walked and Dean said
"Here, take this" and took off his jacket and handed it to her.
"I'm fine,” she insisted “nothing a warm bath won't fix.”
“We're a long way from a bath,” Dean pointed out “just take the jacket.”
“I'm. Fine.” she insisted and he gently grabbed her elbow. He studied her face and then asked
“Why won't you take my jacket?”
“One, it's not THAT cold out,” she lied, she was freezing but she wasn't about to let him notice “and two, I can handle it okay?”
Dean gave her a curious look and then asked
“You don't want to let anyone help do you?”
“I'm not answering that.” she said simply.
“I'm not demanding an explanation,” he told her “just making an observation.”
Kat opened her mouth to speak; they heard a horn beep and looked up.
"I know that sound." Dean said as his Impala rolled up beside them. Kat got in the backseat and Sam scooted over to the passenger seat so Dean could drive. Once they drove down the road and explained to Sam what happened, Sam asked
"So we have a wendigo AND demons?"
"Never a dull moment in Waco I guess." Kat said with a shrug.
"What should we do?" Sam asked
"Gank 'em all" Dean said "Those demons are mine."
"I can help," Kat said "I have all my stuff at my apartment."
Sam looked from her to Dean and back again as Dean clenched his jaw.
"Maybe that isn't a good idea" Sam said
"What? Three creatures, three hunters. Pretty easy math to me" Kat asked and Sam smirked.
"We can handle it." Dean said
"You don't get to make all the decisions," Kat said "I'm helping, you can just deal with it."
Once they arrived back at her apartment, Kat cleaned her wound and then grabbed her journal.
"Wendigoes are only killed by fire. Lucky for us I have a solution for that."
"And what would that be?" Dean asked
Kat walked across the room to an armoire that was set against her living room wall. She pushed a button and a keypad flipped down. She punched in a code and they heard the lock click. She opened the door and inside was a treasure trove of hunting gear.
"Hmmm, it's here somewhere, she said, looking around as Sam and Dean stood there in amazement.
"Ah, here it is" she said and pulled out what looked like something out of Ghostbusters. It was a backpack with two cylinders on it that were spray painted black.
"Flame thrower" she said "This bit right there," she said pointing to the parts that would rest against her back "Is made of flame and heat resistant fabric"
"What's it powered by?" Sam asked
"Cheap vodka and lighters" Kat said
"I think I'm in love." Dean said and Kat laughed. “I haven't gotten it working properly just yet, so until then, it's flare guns”. She set the pack aside and grabbed two flare guns out of a drawer.
"Ya'll need anything before I shut this sucker?" she asked
"More holy water." Dean said
"Hold up." Kat said and opened a different drawer. She pulled out two bottles of holy water and handed one to each of them.
"What else do you have in here?" Dean asked
“Koofer dust, dead man's blood, my grimoire, crystals and herbs for spells.” she started
"You can geek out over gear later," Sam said with a roll of his eyes "We've got demons to hunt."
"He's right, you can drool over my gear closet later." Kat said and shut the door. She punched the code in again and the keypad flipped up, blending in with the armoire. Kat grabbed her backpack that was leaning against the armior and they set off.
Once they tracked the wendigo to the woods Kat got out of the Impala and Dean followed her.
"Be careful." he said as he helped her put on her backpack.
"Hey, you do the same." she said, buckling the backpack around her waist.
"Meet is back at the motel in," Dean looked at his watch "Two hours, if you don't show up, I'm coming to look for you."
Kat eyed him
“You won't have to,” she told him “I got this.”
She set off for the woods without looking back at him, feeling a tightness in her chest she wasn't used to.
An hour and half and one dead wendigo later, Kat arrived back at Sam and Dean's motel room, the Impala was nowhere in sight. Kat opened the door to the motel with the extra key Dean had given her and quickly took off her mud coated boots at the door. She unhooked the backpack and set it beside her boots, her back aching from the weight of it. She closed and locked the door behind her and turned on the light. She checked the salt lines around the windows and fixed the one by the door, then she sat at the table to wait for Sam and Dean.
Twenty minutes passed and Kat heard what sounded like the Impala roll up. She quickly peeked out of the window and saw the lights on the black beast of a car cut off and the two boys get out. She waited until they came through the door and rushed over to Dean hugging him tightly. He did the same as Sam shut the door behind them.
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking her over
"Yeah, I'm fine, you?" She asked, checking his face.
"Except for this," he said, showing her a cut on his arm "I'm fine."
"We have to get that cleaned," she said "Sit down."
"I'll take care of it," Dean said
"Sit." Kat demanded and pointed to the chair she'd just been sitting in.
"You okay Sam?" She asked, looking him up and down.
"Got kicked in the chest pretty hard," he said "but I'm fine"
"I have drugs for that." she said and grabbed the backpack she'd been carrying.
"I'm going to take a shower, then I'll take you up on those drugs." he said as he winced and hobbled over to the bathroom. Once the bathroom door was shut, Kat took the bag over to the table and looked at Dean's cut.
"I'll clean this up, I'm not sure if you need stitches or not." she said
"Get the whiskey first" he said and nodded to the counter. Kat quickly grabbed the bottle and handed it to him. She unscrewed the lid and opened her bag. She pulled out what looked like a pee pad for dogs and put it under Dean's arm. She then grabbed gloves, a small bottle of clear liquid and some gauze pads. Once she put the gloves on she soaked the gauze pads in the clear liquid.
"Alcohol?" He asked and took a swig from the bottle
Kat shook her head
"Hydrogen peroxide," she said "I'll dissolve the blood and clean the wound so I can see if you need stitches."
Dean nodded and took another swig from the bottle. She carefully started cleaning the wound, assessing it as she went. Once it was cleaned, she said
"It's not as deep as I thought, you don't need stitches. I'm going to wrap this after you have a shower so it'll stay clean" She reached in the bag again as Sam came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
"How bad is it?" He asked, nodding to Dean
"He'll live." Kat said with a smile as she took off her gloves and tossed them in a pile with the used gauze pads. Sam picked up his clothes and went back into the bathroom. As he shut the door, Kat gathered up the soiled materials and threw them away. She then pulled out a bigger gauze pad and triple antibiotic ointment. Then she pulled out a bottle of big pink pills.
"Are you allergic to any medications?" She asked Dean and he shook his head.
"This is an antibiotic called amoxicillin, take this twice a day for five days to keep the infection away" and handed Dean the bottle.
"You carry antibiotics around with you?" He asked
"I'm prepared," she said as Sam came out of the bathroom "You go take a shower, I'll look at Sam."
Dean nodded and changed places with Sam.
"How do you know all this?" Sam asked
"I had to learn to patch myself up." she said, which wasn't technically a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. "How's your chest?" she asked him
"Hurts" he said
She reached in her bag and handed him a prescription bottle with four white pills in it.
"Here's some painkillers to help you sleep, take one every four to six hours don't mix with alcohol and don't drive when you take it."
"What DON'T you have in that bag?" Sam asked with a laugh
"A flux capacitor, but I'm working on it." she said with a smile.
Later on, after Dean was patched up and Sam was sound asleep, Kat and Dean lay in his bed talking quietly. He had insisted that she stay with them and he'd loaned her a shirt and some shorts to sleep in. They stayed up over half the night in each other's arms, regaling each other with stories; from their lives to hunting stories. Kat noted that when she talked, he didn't stare at her blankly or look at her chest. He actually listened to what she had to say and responded. She told him how she and Dave fixed up her Mustang and he smirked.
"What can't you do?" He asked
"There's a lot I can't do," she said "But I know where my area of expertise is so I use it."
"Thank you for patching us up." he said, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"You're welcome, happy to help." she said as his finger trailed down her jaw line. He tilted he chin up with his finger and kissed her gently. When their kiss ended she yawned
"Go to sleep." he said and kissed her forehead. She snuggled closer to him, resting her forehead on his chest as his arms folded around her.
The next morning, Kat woke up and saw Dean sitting at the table, drinking coffee.
"Morning sleepyhead" he said with a smile
"Morning handsome" she said with a yawn. She sat up and stretched
"Where's Sam?" She asked
"Getting breakfast." he said as she got up out of bed and came over to him. He scooted his chair back and pulled her into his lap. They wrapped their arms around each other, his forehead pressed into her shoulder as she stroked his mussed hair. She couldn't deny what she felt in her heart; something was different between the two of them.
They separated and looked at one another; his handsome face smiling back at her.
No, she decided. Getting involved with a hunter wasn't worth it.
She gave him a grateful grin and got up
“I'm gonna go change,” she told him “then can you take me home?”
Dean nodded and watched her disappear into the bathroom.
“Fuck.” he swore under his breath.
Here was someone he could see getting to know better, someone he felt like he could trust; but he knew deep down that she didn't trust him. Or anyone else for that matter.
He clicked his tongue in his mouth
“Well, so much for that.” he mumbled
After breakfast, Dean drove Kat back to her apartment in silence. He walked her to the door and when they arrived he said
“Thank you for all your help, I mean it.”
She nodded
“Any time,” she told him “If you guys are local and need help, call me.”
Dean shifted his weight and then asked
“If I'm local and just want to see you, can I?”
She studied his face for a long few seconds, he felt his heart beating in his throat.
“Honestly?” she asked “I don't know.” Dean's heart sank, it showed on his face and she said “What I mean by that is, I know what it's like to be involved with a hunter. I fought for normal and I want to keep that.”
“I'm not asking to go steady,” Dean said, even thought his heart shouted “LIAR!” “just if I'm in the area and you want to get your ass kicked at pool, can I call you?”
She bit her lip as she felt torn. She had a million thoughts race through her head all at once and, out of what seemed like pure instinct, she nodded.
“I'd like that.” she said.
They hugged and he caught one last whiff of her.
“Bye Kat.” he told her and let her go.
She slid her hands up his chest and without any forethought, she stretched up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek.
“Bye Dean.” she said against his skin and then went inside, her heart pounding against her rib cage.
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I’mma do both the Deps again even if y’all only care about Nicalso tagging @teamhawkeye bc you asked for one of the sections for Nic
The Basics
1. Give their full name, and describe them or post a picture! (Height, build, hair, eye, and skin color, etc.)
Nicolette Harper RaylanGrant Emmerson Lyons
2. How old are they?Nic: 29Grant: 37
3. Sexuality and gender?Both: Bi, Grant leans towards preferring men. Nic is female, Grant’s male.
Pre-Game
1. How did they end up at the Hope County Sheriff’s Department? How long have they worked there?Nic: Fell on hard times career/finance-wise, so she called up father figure Whitehorse to see if he could put feelers out. He gave her a job instead. Grant: After his time in the Army went wrong, he tried to handle civilian life. Realized he was wired to be a hero too much, decided to get a police job in the middle of nowhere- thought it would be an easy and quiet life. Worst mistake of his life.
2. Relationship with Pratt, Hudson, and Whitehorse?Nic: As mentioned, Whitehorse is basically her surrogate dad. She has a standard, not-too-attached relationship with the others. Grant: Nothing special. Standard coworker relationship with all of them. In the occasional universe where they co-exist, he adores Nic and sees her as a baby sister. He’d gladly die for her- just because she senses that he’s not a talker and doesn’t force conversation about his muddy past.
3. Do they have an education?Nic: Went to college for forensic psychology, didn’t graduate because college didn’t end up being her thing. Grant: Only ever went as far as high school. Enlisted in the military ASAP to avoid his family.
4. Where are they from? Did they speak a different language there?Both: U.S born and bred, Nic’s from Missoula, Grant started in Texas.
5. Is there anyone outside the valley that might have come looking for them?Nic: Depends on the ‘Verse. Mother would. In one AU that’s currently in the works, John brings her mother to her but his motives are selfish.Grant: No
6. Did they have a religious background of any kind?Both: Atheist because they’ve both had an ‘if there’s a God he abandoned me a long, long time ago’ moment.
Inside Hope County
1. What was going through their head when the helicopter went down and during the subsequent chase?Nic: Every expletive in the English language and “I’m going to kill Burke slowly and painfully and TAKE THE FUCKING TRUCK AND LEAVE HI- goddamn it he’s already here”Grant: Half “I knew it” half being absolutely open to finally, finally dying.
2. Were they afraid of Joseph and Eden’s Gate? Angry?Nic: Not particularly either of them. Part of some of her education made her understand them a little more than she’d like. She’d never justify their means/beliefs, but she gets it. Grant: Just more insane people who need to be knocked down some pegs.
3. Did they trust Dutch?Nic: Weary up until he mentions not having her running all over creation, because ‘a guy with less than questionable motives wouldn’t bother mentioning that.’ Grant: Equally apprehensive, but as a fellow military man part of his gut said trust his brother in arms.
4. How did they feel about their team being taken by the cult, did they count them as lost, did they want them back, did they not care?Nic: Far more concerned about Whitehorse’s well being than the others. He was her first priority, even if she didn’t have high hopes about any of them. She know she’d be utterly lost without him. She still wanted the others back safe and sound but she figured they could withstand more. Grant: Assumed they were all dead, vaguely surprised and relieved when they weren’t. Wanted them back but more out of a sense of duty rather than attachment.
5. How did they take to the idea of being part of, if not leading, the resistance?Nic: Rolled with the punches and went with it. Grant: The last time he was a leader people died, so he was less than thrilled.
6. Which companions did they recruit, and who did they travel with the most?Nic: All, but traveled with Sharky, Nick and the animals more than the rest. She kept in constant contact with Addie but kept her at the Marina just to have an active base. Grant: All, mostly stayed solo but occasionally took Nick and Jess with him.
7. Did they have time to find romance amidst the chaos? How did they do it?Nic: “Hey maybe if I keep John alive I can have a bargaining chip against Joseph” Her plan: backfires John: *forced to work for the Resistance* Nic: *catches feelings for him eventually* “Now HOLD ON A SECOND” Grant: Depends on the ‘verse. In one, he and Staci are both Jacob’s biggest victims so they heal together and then get together. In the one I’m working on now, Grant also gets attached to John, as much as he’s not a fan of the idea.
8. Feelings about Joseph?Nic: Begrudgingly gets his motives and appreciates how he cares for his family. Still hates him for all he’s done, but doesn’t want to go as far as killing him. Grant: “Two questions, where is he, and how do I kill him?” Just wants another tyrant wiped off the map ASAP.
9. Feelings about the other Seeds?Nic: Hates Jacob and takes pride in killing him for all the damage he did, likes John most before everything because they have similiar senses of humor and she acknowledges that he’s at least trying to connect with her without forcing anything that much, she respects that he tries to understand her motives/acknowledges that she ‘thinks’she’s trying to help. Was indifferent towards Faith until Faith took Whitehorse, then all bets were off and the bitch needed to die slowly and painfully because you don’t take her father away from her. Grant: Genuinely distressed about Jacob because of the brothers in arms things. He’s heartbroken that they both had an Army mission go so horribly wrong that it fucked both of them up so badly. He’s well aware that if he was in worse mental shape, he could’ve easily fallen as far as Jacob had. As much as he hates Jacob, part of him dies with the man too because he feels like he failed him in some way, even if there was no other way of ending things. Indifferent to John, hates his whole aesthetic and constant need for attention. Avoids Faith and the Bliss at all costs because he doesn’t like an unfair fight.
10. How did they handle having to kill animals and other humans? Had they done it before?Nic: Super distressed about it until doing it so often nearly desensitizes her to it all. It’s not until she kills Faith that it all catches up to her and she has a breakdown though. Grant: Did it before, can and will do it again if he needs to.
11. Which canon ending did they choose in-game, and would you have changed the ending at all?Nic: Branches off at the Walk Away ending because she uses John as a bargaining chip to try to get Joseph to let her leave/undo the conditioning. Those events lead to the Collapse still happening- just free of the actual Resist part because Joseph and her are on slightly better terms than the canon Resist ending.
Personal
1. Favorite weapon(s)?Nic: Souped up version of the sniper rifle with the Whitetails paintjob. Grant: .44 Magnum, and when that fails, his bare hands.
2. Stealth or firepower?Nic: StealthGrant: Firepower
3. How did they spend their time, when not fighting peggies?Nic: Hanging out with Sharky and the RyesGrant: Fishing
4. Where did they live during the events of the game?Nic: Couch surfing between Sharky, the Ryes, and Mary May’s apartmentGrant: Abandoned house in Falls End
5. Any other facts you want to share about your Deputy!Nic: Had a Thing with Skylar for a little but until she realized Skylar deserved better than to be stuck in the county with her and wanted her to get out/to safety at all cost. Grant: Had the nickname “Wide Man” in high school because he’s got the build to match- it’s stuck his entire life and he hate-loves it.
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Rules: Tag ten mutuals you want to know better.
i was tagged by @lordendsavior and @fapfapfashion & @blueskybuzz77 Thank you! ❤️
Name: Silv
Star sign: gemini : no h8
Height: 156cm
Put your iTunes (or Spotify) on shuffle. What are the first 4 songs that popped up?
Preacher - Years & Years
Only Girl (In The World) - Rihanna
Pray to God - Calvin Harris & HAIM
Be Alright - Dean Lewis
Ever had a poem or song written about you?
Hmmmmmmmm. A song or two yes. In one of them though they just used my name, and turned it into a story about a guy, It wasn’t a love song or anything.
When was the last time you played guitar?
I have no idea. Has been a yonk of time. I have always been around (at work or home) people with actual musical skill & talent so never touch an instrument myself.
I did get sent to guitar lessons when I was a kid. Was very terrible. No talent and no dedication to work at it
Who is your celebrity crush?
Oh boy. Um. Jack Lowden. Janelle_Monáe. Winona Forever.
Rupert Graves – that pond bathing scene in RWAV changed my life.
What’s a sound you hate + a sound you love?
The lady who sits beside me at work talks under her breath all day long.
Um. Can I say Harry singing Girl Crush - it’s a clich�� for me maybe - but it’s the first thing I thought of. Also, leading on from that, just the voices of the people I love. Voices are so odd – like I can’t really imagine them the way I can picture a face, but as soon as I hear any of my sisters or friends you just know it’s them..?
Do you believe in ghosts?
I don’t not. But I also don’t, ah, do.
How about aliens?
As @twelvegrimmyplace said, pls see Henry Stars. Although, also. Is he real? Probably No.
Do you drive?
No. I moved out of my folk’s house quite early and since then I have always lived in the city & just never learnt.. It’d be handy for work though so I really should.
What was the last book you read?Yikes. All about that fic lyf.
Um, The Way Things Should Be by Bridie Jabour. I read it cos the author is in my ‘circles’ (lols) and I enjoyed it. Would rec.
Do you like the smell of gasoline?
Petrol? I guess I do. It’s got that stuff in it that makes people like it? But that type of fuel is available less and less in Australia which is very good.
What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
I broke my ankle falling off one step of a bus, and have a plate and some pins in it. Also broke my wrist falling down a drain. Not at all glamorous injuries.
But the most traumatic one was running into the dining room as a little kid and tripping on a rug - I banged my head on a chair and the egg I had on my head! It was huge! I still remember how much it hurt.
Do you have any obsessions right now?
Well, I mean, that’s kind why I have a Nick n Harry n rest of them blog :)
But also I need a new wardrobe and I like everything being open so I am constantly building combos of Elvarli on the ikea website.
Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
Hmm. I don’t think grudges as such. I will call behavior out but if someone apologises I super happy to forgive. That said. I am v gd at remaining impassively unimpressed with people and have a hard time letting go of something if a person upsets someone I care about.
In a relationship?
A what now?
I always get nervous tagging people - sorry if I’m triple tagging all over the place - @brokenblush @dearmrsawyer @sparktoafire @nicoleburgers @hendroda @writsgrimmyblog @jiksax @gracerene09 @shiftylinguini @daretomarvel - honestly anyone please do this and tell me and I will come and spy on your stories.
#lets chat if you like#i like memes#i stopped doing them#cos for ages i only had towel fic to put as my wip 7th line thingy#but that is done#and now i have 4 different wip and no idea what is going on
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NJPW WRESTLE KINGDOM 12 in Tokyo Dome Review (Jan 4th 2018)
IWGP Jr. Tag Title Match: Roppongi 3K (c) vs. The Young Bucks ****
NEVER 6 Man Title Gauntlet Match **3/4
Kota Ibushi vs. Cody ****
IWGP Heavyweight Tag Title Match: K.E.S. (c) vs. EVIL & SANADA ***1/2
NEVER Openweight Title Hair vs. Hair Match: Minoru Suzuki (c) vs. Hirooki Goto ****1/2
IWGP Jr. Heavyweight Title 4-Way: Marty Scurll (c) vs. Will Ospreay vs. KUSHIDA vs. Hiromu Takahashi ****1/2
IWGP Intercontinental Title Match: Hiroshi Tanahashi (c) vs. Jay White ***1/2
IWGP U.S. Title Match: Kenny Omega (c) vs. Chris Jericho ****3/4
IWGP Heavyweight Title Match: Kazuchika Okada (c) vs. Tetsuya Naito ****3/4
Photos.
This was a great supershow that, despite its gargantuan runtime, was actually incredibly easy to sit through. I don’t think it was quite as good as the three previous WK’s (specifically the 2015 outing, which I think is one of the greatest cards ever), but it was tremendous stuff nonetheless. One (sort of) negative to the show is that there were some curious winners, but on the whole it didn't matter as the action was so good. I missed around 70% of the pre-show New Japan “Rambo”, but what I did see was suitably horrible. Despite this, it had a super happy ending in that cancer survivor Masahito Kakihara won the thing when he last eliminated Cheeseburger with an STO. He then thanked everyone for donating to the Yoshihiro Takayama foundation, which just made everything seem really feel good. I also had to laugh when Kakihara made his entrance, and the old UWFi theme played, and commentator and UWF legend, Kazuo Yamazaaki teased he was going to enter from the booth.
The main show kicked off with an excellent IWGP Jr Tag Title clash, in which The Young Bucks won the straps for a seventh time. Much like their match last year, this was a great, storyline and psychology driven match from the Jackson’s in which they worked over YOH’s injured back, and in turn RPG 3K worked over Matt’s injured back all match, both of which were sold beautifully, and played into the finish. SHO looked great getting the hot tag and hitting his impressive power spots, including the double German, and I’m sure he’s going to be a big name in the years to come. The finish came at 18:49 after the Bucks hit the Meltzer Driver on YOH, then Nick locked in the Sharpshooter for the submission win. The CHAOS team of Ishii, Yano and Baretta walked out of the Dome as NEVER 6 Man Champions after surviving the gauntlet. This was all-action, but realistically was exactly the same as every other one of these we’ve seen. Sabre Jr, Taichi and Kanemaru eliminated War Machine and Elgin, then the Suzuki-gunners were sent packing by the CHAOS trio seconds thereafter. Taguchi, Makabe and Juice were in next, but Yano rolled up the Funky Weapon to send them home, which left them against defending champions, the BC Polynesian crew of Fale, Tonga and Loa, which ended after Baretta pinned Tama with the Dudebuster at the 17 minute mark. This was all fine.
Kota Ibushi defeated Cody in an excellent match which far exceeded my expectations. This wasn’t quite as good as Cody’s match with Okada in Long Beach, but it was easily in the tope three Cody matches I've ever seen. Ibushi looked incredible here, and Cody more than held his own. The big spot was Cody hitting a hideous looking Cross Rhodes off the apron, which I was certain killed Ibushi as he landed right on top of his head. However, Kota fired back, hitting that devastating Lawn Dart spot which folded Cody up, destroyed him with Kamigoye, then turned back the clocks and won at 15:08 with the Phoenix Splash. The win here potentially sets Ibushi up for the IWGP Heavy Title, but time will tell on that front. EVIL and SANADA won their first Tag Titles over Lance Archer and Davey Boy Smith Jr in a very good doubles clash. I can't help but feel that K.E.S. are somewhat under-utilised in NJPW at present, but they looked really good here, dominating the match and destroying the Young Lions at ringside, as if they were channeling Hansen and Brody or something. I hope they get a better run in 2018, and that all these multi-man’s for these titles go away for good. SANADA predictably picked up the win for the LIJ team when he pinned DBS Jr with the Muto Moonsault in 14 minutes.
The NEVER Hair vs. Hair match between Suzuki and Goto was a dramatic, strong style war, which was the best match on the show up to that point. These guys could easily have had this match last year, if it weren't for all the shenanigan filled matches they had, and it was all the better for just being down to them without all the faction nonsense. They smacked the hell out of each other, with Goto getting the worst of it, ending up with a bloodied mouth and swollen face, and at one point Suzuki hit a sickeningly stiff headbutt. This was just great, believable stuff throughout. Suzuki almost won several times with his choke, but Goto would somehow power out with Ushigoroshi’s. Goto went for what I thought was going to be the Shouten, but he dropped Suzuki across his knee in a modified GTR, then hit the regular version at 18:04 to win the belt and keep his hair. In the post match, Suzuki teased reneging on the stipulation, but like the man’s man he is, shaved his own head. Next up was the insane 4 way for the Junior title. This pretty much lived up to expectations, and was an action packed, high flying spectacle. There was almost too much action to call, but it featured so many great spots, including Ospreay hitting a Moonsault off the lighting rig, everyone hitting dives, and a bunch of Sunset Flip Bombs out of the ring. The finish came at 21:18 after Ospreay scored a near fall on Hiromu with an imploding 450, then missed the Oscutter, but was hit with Time Bomb by Takahashi. Scurll broke it up and annihilated Hiromu and KUSHIDA with hard umbrella shots, but was hit with the Oscutter for Ospreay to win his second title. Tanahashi’s I.C. Title defence against Jay White was interesting. I’d say it was Tana’s least appealing Dome match since his IWGP Title match with Suzuki at WK6. I mean, it was a very good contest and despite his physical limitations, Tanahashi put on a great performance, but on the whole it just lacked something. I think the main problem here was that realistically, nobody bought White winning this at all, even with the Tanahashi knee injury. White worked the knee most of the match, then Tana insanely hit the HFF to the floor, hit some Sling Blades, then missed a HFF in the ring and sold the knee. White got a near fall with a Kiwi Crusher. Tana scored a near fall with a Dragon Suplex, before retaining with two more High Fly Flow’s in 19:56. Honestly, I don’t think White was hurt by the loss here. If anything a win may have harmed him more as he hardly put on a performance good enough to justify having the belt. In reality, this match was very good based on the performance of Tanahashi and not because it was a break-out star-making one by White. As it stands, I think the company are big on him, so he’ll be fine and theres no point rushing to put a top belt on him at this point.
Then the Alpha vs. Omega co-main event. This was just a crazy brawl, as it had promised to be. Jericho was clearly having a ball here, heeling it up like nobody’s business, slapping around Red Shoes, his son Umino, and stealing photographers cameras at ringside. It was like he was channelling old boss Genichiro Tenryu, both with the grouchy old dude gimmick and the fact that, at the grand old age of 47, he may have had his best singles match ever. Kenny juiced after being rammed into a chair in the corner (not before he awkwardly dropped his gig for all you eagle eyed viewers), which really gave this the aura of something special, as virtually no mainstream promotion does juice anymore. This was an intense grudge match which was completely different to what we’re used to seeing from both guys really, even though both hit all their signature spots. After Jericho was sent off the second rope through a table outside following a V-Trigger, things really picked up. Jericho rolled through a OWA and locked in the Walls Of Jericho, which teased the stoppage, but Kenny made the ropes. Omega fired back with V-Triggers and the One Winged Angel, but Jericho grabbed the ropes for a tremendous near fall. Kenny countered a top rope Frankensteiner by dropping Y2J face first on the turnbuckles, but Jericho hit the Code Breaker for another great near fall. Jericho draped a chair over Omega, and went for the Lionsault, but Kenny threw the chair at Jericho, then hit the match winning OWA onto the chair to end a fantastic match at 34:36. Negatives out of the way first, this was maybe a little too long, but honestly this was just great pro wrestling and it makes me want to see more of Jericho in New Japan (I suspect a showdown with Naito is on the cards at some point).
Then the main event, which was under quite some pressure in the sense that they had to follow the last match, Okada’s main event from last year’s show (and really, the last three WK shows), and the fact that after a four year struggle, they're finally in the main event spot, so they had a lot to live up to. This was a fitting end to an incredible show, it was probably the match of the night, and they worked this like it was the most important match of their respective careers. Its also worth noting that Okada worked the match in these hideous, bell bottomed pants which he needs to lose ASAP. Both guys seemed to work each others necks, as they dropped one another on their heads repeatedly. Things got very interesting when Naito went up top, but missed his old Stardust Press finish (which reminds me, seeing as he’s no longer the Stardust Genius, shouldn't he really have gotten rid of the old Stardust entrance theme?). This was the turning point of the match really. Okada hit the German and transitioned into the Rainmaker for a believable near fall, then went for a Tombstone, but Naito reversed it into Destino, but was too exhausted to cover. This all built to the crazy finishing sequence that is prerequisite for Okada title defences, filled with counters and reversals, as the packed Tokyo Dome went crazy. Naito finally hit Destino again, but inexplicably elected to go for another instead of the cover. This time, the champion reversed Destino into the jumping, spinning Tombstone, then hit a final, massive Rainmaker, to retain the crown at the the 36:30 mark. Theres been a lot of anger and disappointment to this finish. I must confess that I certainly didn't see the match ending in this result, but I don’t think its necessarily a terrible mistake. I equate it to when Kobashi pinned Jun Akiyama in NOAH’s first Dome show in 2004. People’s arguments then were that Akiyama was the hottest he's ever been, and Kobashi had held the title for well over a year. However, Kobashi’s reign went on for another 8 months and he produced more classic title defences, hitting the most in Japanese history at that point (an unprecedented 13), that ultimately meant more in the long run than Akiyama winning would have. In essence, I feel like this is potentially what New Japan are going for here with Okada. Time will tell of course, but I think its much too soon to be doomsaying just yet.
On the whole, this was a truly exceptional card of action from NJPW, who never really disappoint with these big shows. Personally, I have waned on New Japan since the G1 really. This is for several reasons, most of them personal life related, but in general I feel that G1 27 was potentially the apex of modern wrestling. Shin Nihon have set the bar so high nowadays that its almost impossible to top themselves, and I feel that this is the potential problem here too. Nothing hit those sky high standards set previously (or anywhere close to Dave Meltzer’s fabled 6 star rating), so it was easy to feel disappointed by the show. Realistically, its going to take a lot to top this as card of the year.
NDT
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