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The Scientist Chapter 3

Hi everyone! So sorry for the delay, I know this is late. I had a family emergency and had to visit the hospital for a bit (not for me, I was looking for someone lol) but I hope you'll still enjoy. Chapter 4 and 5 are set and ready as well! I hope you'll enjoy, please let me know what you think!

Warnings: none really, just shy Poe, reader gets a bit depressed, angst but with a happy ending

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Shy!Black!Scientist!Fem!Reader

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Washing his hands, and also trying to wash away his guilt, Poe’s face was flushed with shame. So much so he couldn’t even glance at himself in the mirror. Shame at himself for his lustful actions. 45 minutes were up, and he was now preparing to meet the Scientist in her office. Pulling on his boots, he forced himself to shake himself out of his shame.

Okay. So he jerked off to a woman he met yesterday who was fuming because his X-Wing blew up and now she has to rebuild it. No big deal. Poe’s jerked off to different men and women he’s never even met, just seen in a shitty drama. No big deal. Sure, he was about to go see her and was literally in the process of lacing his shoes up to go see her but he was certain he’d feel better by the time he saw her. He had a lapse of weakness. She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, he couldn’t blame himself for his subconscious. Another sigh left Poe, not of his own volition. Even his thoughts felt and sounded creepy.

⭐⭐⭐

“Is your brain smooth?!” Standing outside, Poe flinched at the insult. It seemed her mood hadn’t improved from when he last saw her. Bracing himself, he ran a hand over his tired features. His mind was muddled, still picturing images from his fantasy sequence.

He now stood outside her office door, Merca and Forian no longer in their offices presumably for lunch seeing it was around that time. He wondered if she had gone to lunch or just skipped it as he had a few times during times of heavy work.

“You’re pissing me off, and you’re about to get beat the fuck up. Out.” He heard a growl, and his eyes snapped wide. Just one creepy thing after another, now it was gonna look like he was eavesdropping outside of her office. However, he was shaken out of his thoughts by none other than Merca herself. She stepped out of the office, pinching the bridge of her nose and her eyes shut. So, she hadn’t been to lunch, but instead received what sounded like a harsh scolding. Poe himself wouldn’t even be in the mood to eat after that.

“Oh good. Maybe you can fucking deal with her, and her temper tantrums!” Merca exclaimed the last part loudly, angling her head towards the open doorway behind her.

“What did I just say?!” Another scream. Merca flipped her off, before she shoved past Poe with more strength than he was ready for and stormed right out of the separate office and into the crowded hallway, shoving past more people and aggressively yelling at any one who dared to stand in her way.

Standing pensively for a moment, as the door closed, Poe wondered if that ass whooping was liable to go to anyone.

“Come inside, don’t just stand there.” Her voice was now sweet and kind. Like honey and smooth jazz. It was a bit scary how quickly she went from flipping out and threatening violence to calling him inside. Upon stepping in, he saw a folder with papers strewn across the ground.

“You, uh, you alright?” Poe asked the Scientist who was straightening up papers on her desk with one hand and fluffing her hair with the other.

“Of course, people try me every day of the week. Nothing I can’t handle.” She scoffed, her eyes darkening. Tempted to ask more, but not willing to set off her temper again, Poe nodded quietly. His eyes scanned her body, she now wore a jacket with fur lining the insides, zipped around her curvy form. His eyes met hers for a moment and his mind flashed back to his little adventure in his room. Riddled with guilt, as if she could see straight through him he tore his eyes away from hers rather unwillingly.

“So, we don’t have all day to just sit around. We have to get started on rebuilding that X-Wing, and we also have some other things to do. Do you mind checking what’s left on my schedule?” Now standing, she walked around her desk and crouched down, picking up the papers and the folder. Then she tossed them haphazardly upon her desk.

“No problem!” A squeak left his throat, embarrassing him and he winced. Oh fuck, he was nervous. Him, of all people, was made nervous by the woman crouching on the floor below him. Pulling his tablet out, he opened it. Now she was glancing up at him from the floor through perfect eyelashes.

“You have two meetings left-”

“One, that was my other meeting.” She interrupted as she pressed her lips together in thought.

Glancing up and raising an eyebrow, Poe tried not to pay it much mind. It made sense, Merca and Forian both had seemingly important jobs. Of course they’d have to check in with her, just like how Temmin had to check in with him. Friendship can’t stop them from doing their jobs.

“Right. One meeting, two observations, that training session, you have to go help in the med bay, you have a meeting with Krista for a consultation, then you have dinner later on tonight to handle the ‘glue incident’ (he was still very curious about the nature of the glue incident, but decided not to pry seeing as how when it was mentioned today she just gave an embarrassed sigh) then your personal matters, and your lab experiment with Merca and Forian.” He finished the list, once again feeling tired after just reading it out loud.

“Can you switch around my lab experiment and my personal matters? And please send word to Merca and Forian, tell them the experiment is being moved up.” Now she was standing again and adjusting her jacket.

“No prob Bob.” He absent mindedly responded, giving her a thumbs up and dragging his finger across the screen. Suddenly her voice interrupted his thoughts, stating her name.

“Huh?” His eyes met hers again, only to see confusion fill her eyes.

‘What a name…’ he thought. A name that only belonged to her. He could feel a bit better about using her in his fantasies earlier.

“My name isn’t Bob.” She replied dead serious. She had a face that could win Sabacc, perfectly unreadable.

“No…it…it’s a joke.” He explained. Now he felt even more awkward. Then again, was it really his fault she didn’t understand his humor? The confusion was adorable, flooding across her features. His heart fluttered a bit.

“Ah.” A flustered look covered her face now too. Silence filled the room, and Poe took the chance to glance around. There was a photo of her, taken on a beach with her sitting on Merca’s back and Merca on Forian’s back. The three stood in the water, seemingly about to fall and laughing. Framed next to a bookshelf behind her desk chair there was a photo of a baby with a year stamped on it but he couldn’t read it. On her desk was a book titled ‘Overcoming Fears, How to Develop Personal Relationships’ with a receipt saying it was bought earlier that day. Maybe when he was taking his special lunch. More small trinkets littered the room, but he also noticed an assortment of random hair picks and a bunch of lip gloss tubes strewn across the bookshelf with some other photos. Then some stacks of books littered the floor, and some magazines.

“Okay. No time to stand around all day.” She muttered brushing off her clothing.

“Let’s head out.”

⭐⭐⭐

A few more stressful hours passed. Five hours, with standing around bored out of his skull, his eyes trained on the woman before him being the only thing keeping him awake. Three fires in one hour. In five hours he witnessed those two observations, three fires and seeing a woman move so quick to put them out he blinked and missed her springing into action, learned how his engine was put together piece by piece, watched the brilliant woman before him treat many with concussions and missing limbs and eyeballs with a tenderness that deserved to be envied, and watched her jump onto a man two times her height in a hand to hand combat session and choke him out with her legs while he thrashed around trying to shake her off. He even resorted to slamming his head and her side into the wall but she relented despite the banging and the hard punches being dealt to her side, delivering her own pounding to the man's cranium.

Now, she was sitting next to Poe, drinking another iced tea that he got her. After taking a shower in one of the locker rooms, her scent was more potent. After she yanked off the two shower caps she had secured onto her hair, she had packed things back to her shower bag and put them into a cubby waiting for her on the side. She wore comfortable cargo pants that scrunched up around her hips and around her ankles with a tan shirt hugging her body. She now wore a simple sweater as well with some boots that helped her jump and scale that man's body like a tree a few moments prior.

“This is wonderful. Thank you.” She said gratefully. Poe, still in awe at seeing a man turn blue before passing out and her rather graceful dismount from his neck. How he wished that was him.

“No problem.” He replied distractedly. She was stealing small glances at him now, her eyes tracing over his jawline and his lips. He felt the urge to hide his face but resisted.

“I have an hour of free time…do you want to maybe do something?” That certainly caught his attention, his mind screaming at him to pay full attention.

“Something?” He asked her gently, testing the waters.

“Yeah, I mean like take a walk or something.” She replied now fidgeting with her hands.

“If you don’t want to, it’s fine. I can fuck off.” Quickly, she corrected herself, like she was afraid of asking. She stood up quickly before she was hit with a strong dizzy spell and braced herself against the wall. Alarms went off in Poe’s brain as he stepped forwards to catch her. His hands clasped her waist, steadying her as her arm pushed her off the wall.

“I’m fine.” She hissed, wiggling free as Poe backed off. She hugged herself as she stood uneasily on her feet and had another embarrassed look. What she had to be embarrassed about, Poe wasn’t even sure.

“Just making sure. Did you eat lunch today?” He asked, taking a step back. Touching her seemed to be a very strong no. She shook her head.

“I’m alright though. I usually just skip lunch and breakfast, that way I can get more done.” This information went straight to Poe’s brain and triggered more alarms. Poe will rip people apart if he goes too long without food, and her body was so accustomed to skipping lunch AND breakfast that almost passing out after physical activity was normal? No, this was a problem. Everyone deserves good food! Then an idea entered his brain.

“I know what we can do.” He smiled at her and her eyebrow curled up.

⭐⭐⭐

The market place was busy and crowded, and Poe led the scientist through it with confidence while she stuck closely to him.

“When you said you had an idea, I didn’t know you meant going outside.” She muttered.

“What’s the big deal? We’re on Coruscant, the food is great and we can just blend in and keep it cool.” He replied to her as he ducked past a woman carrying a basket on her head.

“You’re not like a planetary fugitive are you?” He teased as a woman crashed into her. The Scientist apologized, helping her collect the few things she dropped and nodding as she went on her way.

“...Maybe.” She responded. She adjusted her scarf over her head that she bought the minute they arrived. Poe stopped suddenly at her response. He asked if she was a fugitive and she said ‘Maybe’. That right there was the cherry on top of a very strange day. Turning to face her his eyes wide, the best he could muster was a very confused,

“What do you mean?” His mouth gaping slightly open.

“Not a legal fugitive. I did what I needed to do for me, and some people won’t be too glad to see me back.” Her eyes went wide like the moon, and she suddenly turned around, avoiding the gaze of a man who was standing with a woman and holding a baby. Poe saw the large blade in his belt and followed her lead. They stood like that for a moment before they turned back around slowly.

“You rob a man and half the planet hates you.” She mumbled. She bit a manicured nail in thought, and Poe’s eyebrows shot up in question and slight fear. What could she have stolen that was so important that half of an entire planet hates her? And why was it a bit of a turn on? That last question was something Poe would have to work out amongst himself at a later date. Perhaps it was the thrill of technically being with a wanted woman.

“I was practically a baby when I did it anyways, but it needed to happen.” She then loosened her scarf and glanced up at him softly. The man was turned with his back to them, the baby gripping onto his facial hair now.

“You robbed someone?” Poe whispered, leading her away gently and she sighed. She glanced back, making sure the man hadn’t seen them and then they both sped up, getting a considerable distance away.

“I had too. Just know, I did it for the greater good.” She said, without an ounce of shame. In fact there was a sense of pride in her voice. They walked on as Poe’s mind swarmed with more questions than that response answered. He was definitely curious.

There seemed to be a lot more to her than what meets the eye. The sun beat down on them, the warm light illuminating her. She was sweating now, and as the heat grew, so did her irritation. Poe realized then, while he gets hangry after too long without food, too long in the heat seemed to be what dealt the woman in.

A few more minutes passed and she was now making her way through the marketplace with slight fury while still trying to be polite to anyone who made the mistake of speaking to her. Maybe it was time for Poe to do what he set out for in the first place and get his little criminal out of here.

⭐⭐⭐

It took maybe ten minutes for Poe to see a bit of how she became a wanted woman in the first place. The two now stood on a line, waiting to get some sort of food on a stick and her boot tapped impatiently against the ground. Finally, the person in front moved off the line and they eagerly stepped up.

“Hi can I get two, what do you want,” Poe paused to whisper in the Scientist's ear. She whispered back and Poe nodded.

“Two full meat kebabs, extra salt on the second one with extra spiced bogwin?” Poe turned back and asked the man. The man nodded slightly before he turned and shouted the order to a man somewhere in the back manning the grill.

“300 credits.” Proclaimed the man in front of the two. The Sun beamed onto his bald head in the bustling marketplace as Poe and the Scientist stood directly in front of his stand. He ran bony, dirty, dry fingers through his snow white beard. The moment he heard 300, Poe knew he’d have to stop the cranky scientist from committing a violent crime.

She scowled. The heat of the Sun reflecting off their black hair seemed to boil her temper like soup. All she wanted was something to eat, he found a stand for them to get something into their bodies and after waiting for seven minutes, she was at her wits end.

“300.” The man said sternly. His eyes were blocked by some cheap sunglasses and he fanned himself with a pamphlet. Her eyes twitched in anger and she let out a very angry noise.

“What for?! You’re crazy if you think I’m paying 300 credits for two kebabs!” Slamming her hand down on his countertop. The shopkeep seemed unfazed by this and Poe knew it was up to him to keep her from a homicide charge. He could probably charm their way out of this, but she lacked that same charm. Then again, 300 was an outrage.

“300 credits.” The moment he said it, Poe threw his body over her, stopping her from pulling her blaster out of her side holster. No wonder she was a wanted criminal, with the way she was so incredibly fast to anger. A noise of indignation and defiance was pulled from her lips. He lightly grabbed her shoulders, pushing her to the side and moving her out of the way. Her eyes met his and she pursed her lips as if she was saying, ‘fuck this up, and I’ll turn you into a kebab.’ Poe shuddered, not wanting to see if she’d follow through.

“Hey man, come on.” Poe said, turning on the charisma. He moved his hair out of his eyes, his sweat filled hair felt damp under his fingers and he held back from cringing.

“300? What’s the high price for? I know you don’t really charge that much. We’ve had a long day, you’ve been outside all day and it’s hot. I’m sure that's upsetting you.” The man's face didn’t change and Poe knew that he needed something else to get this man to budge. Poe held back an eye roll, as he searched his brain for a lie that could get them their food for cheap. Then he found it. Oldest trick in the book, he felt dumb for not figuring it out sooner.

“You’ll have to excuse my lady, the sun’s driving her up a wall. Have some compassion for my girl and I please?” He asked as the man in front stayed quiet. Now even he was considering armed robbery. Then he saw it. At the mention of romance between the two, he watched the man's face soften and his eyes opened through his cheap sunglasses. Some nerve to charge so much when he probably found those sunglasses in a ditch off a dead person. Eyeing them both up and down, he looked at the fuming woman who was standing with her arms crossed. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting to be outside this long, nor for the Sun to be this hot, or to be this hungry.

“...150.” Half price! Poe felt a swell of pride. The ‘young-lovers’ card always worked. He paid for their food and took the two kebabs while thanking the man. He held up the multitude of bags he was holding and made his way back to her. Wordlessly, she took the kebab gently.

“You wanna find somewhere to sit?” She nodded, now looking a bit ashamed at her anger from a few moments ago. Finding a bench, they weaved through the busy market place and they sat down next to each other. They were now away from everyone in the crowded market place and sitting in a wide empty area, close to where they entered from. She slid the meat off the stick quickly and chewed silently but aggressively.

Silence fell over them as they ate. Poe was a foodie. Sometimes, when he racked his brain, imagining he found someone to share his life with, it was someone who adored food as much as he did. He loved trying food on different and in different cities. As hot and uncomfortable as he was and as irritated as she was he was happy to just be eating. He finished and patted his stomach quietly. What a good day. Hell, he even prevented a homicide. A true hero, he truly deserved a pat on the back.

His train of thought was interrupted by soft mumbling.

“What?” Leaning down to hear her more, she was staring at her lap. More mumbling.

“I can’t hear you?” he repeated. It would be a long few months if she was a mumbler. He would know how tiring it was to deal with mumblers. When he sits down in his room, after work and gets to sit around and do little to nothing for the first time in hours he would just sit there and mutter. You could ask him his name and he would mumble through it.

“I would like to leave.” Was all she said. Her features wrinkled in displeasure with how fast her food was gone and Poe nodded. It was clear she didn’t go out often but when she did it wasn’t good for her.

⭐⭐⭐

It had been two weeks since Poe and the Scientist went out. Two weeks since he basically saved that man from a very unfortunate end. He had fallen into a routine. Get up, head downstairs, update her schedule, and just generally just make himself scarce during meetings. By now, his X-Wing had sometime before it would be properly up and running and not about to explode with him in it. Then help her, Merca and Forian with whatever craziness (which he learned always had some good reason except for that time Forian lit the desk on fire trying to heat a sandwich quicker than the microwave) they were doing that day and crawl into bed before doing it all again. Now, he had reached the start of his day, after watching the woman drag herself out of her office after forgetting to charge Binksy last night, which was scary to everyone in the room due to how often she cares for and talks to that thing. He laid in bed having about 15 minutes before he had to rise, he thought to himself about the last two weeks.

He witnessed the people who stormed into her office demanding things from her, he watched her kick down doors in anger and run in screaming, he watched her work so hard that one time she responded to a message with a very long and violent screaming of the word ‘no’ and then fell asleep immediately afterwards. He fondly remembers the time she willingly lit a trash can on fire before kicking it out of a window after a very stressful day. Sure, she could use some anger management but she was currently among his favorite crazy people. And that craziness added to his fantasies that had only gotten more and more frequent than just a one off during the day. Now she haunted his dreams, as he tossed and turned through the nights, muttering her name.

Dreams of her tackling him in anger and fucking him until he couldn’t even feel his hips, dreams of him coming into his bedroom and her waiting there for him reading a book and planting a soft kiss on his lips that would lead to him lifting her and slamming her down onto the bed before fucking her brains out. Some days she would be so cranky that it seemed like that was all she needed. But lately? Her wild, shy and crazy nature was replaced by a silent (more so than usual), constantly annoyed and forgetful personality.

Poe sat up, dangling his legs over the bed. He frowned, thinking maybe it was time for a shave and touched his tan skin with a warm hand. His thoughts wandered again. Before he knew it, it was time for him to get up and get going. Hopefully, today she’d be in a far better mood than she was in for the past week.

⭐⭐⭐

Poe walked briskly to Forian’s office, and Merca was probably once again doing something terrifying in her office again. The scientist never showed up for work and seeing her was a far better part of his day than he wanted to admit. It was 5:00 AM now, making her 30 minutes late and Poe could only hope she didn’t fall asleep in the hallway.

Once he got to the door, Forian sprinted right into him. Poe looked up into his brown eyes and Forian looked down into his.

“Have you-” the two men began at the same time, both of their eyes riddled with worry. Maybe he was about to ask the same question.

“Sorry, you go.” Forian blurted as he cleared his throat and took a step away from Poe. If the Scientist disliked being touched, Forian had a burning hatred for being touched or even approached by anyone that wasn’t the Scientist or Merca. He even confessed to Poe one night during an awkward time when Merca and the Scientist ran to the bathroom together that he just doesn’t like the feeling of most people’s skin and it truly wasn’t anything personal.

“Have you seen the Commander this morning?” He asked as he checked his watch and frowned. 31 minutes without seeing her and Poe was close to just going back upstairs and crawling back into bed.

“No, not since last night. Have you seen Merca?” Forian asked as he glanced over to the curtains drawn over her office window. Poe had a slight feeling that Merca or Forian had a thing for the other and was secretly rooting for them, but that was the definition of not his business.

“She’s not in her office?” They both asked the other at the same time. Then Poe laughed a bit, feeling some of the tension in his chest breaking down as a smile curled over Forian’s face and they both chuckled. Just as Forian opened his mouth again, something on his desk beeped. The two were probably with each other, after all they were best friends. A few times of cussing each other out couldn’t break that friendship. A hologram popped up and there stood, or rather laid, Merca. Sick as hell in her bedroom.

“Dude, I think I caught something from that dude at the bar last night. I don’t care if the General herself comes down, I’m not coming in. I’ve been dying.” She whimpered before the hologram cut out. Well that answered two questions and left one unanswered.

Where was Merca? Sick in her bedroom after making out with a stranger at the bar last night. Perhaps just severely hungover.

Where was the Scientist? Definitely not with Merca. As much love is between the two, the woman was too afraid of harmful bacteria to even enter the med bay without a face mask on and protective screen covering her face with disposable gloves that she refused to reuse even if she had to put them right back on.

So if she’s not with Merca, then where was she?

“I’ll check on her later.” Forian sighed, shaking his head at Merca’s carelessness in his eyes. He did seem to have some sort of qualms against random hook ups, but once again that was not Poe’s business. His business was the gorgeous woman missing from her office.

“I have to run, I have a conference call. Let me know if you need any help finding our tired friend. I wouldn’t worry too much, she's probably just overslept.” Comfort was not Forian’s strong suit, and that was clear by the way he patted Poe’s shoulder with the tips of his fingers before he ran off down the hallway. Well. If she overslept, there was really nothing Poe could do but wait for her.

Poe overestimated his ability to wait. He had gone back to her office, and was now sitting on the same couch he imagined railing her on thousands of times. He waited. Then waited some more. He waited some more, and even a bit more to top it off. It was 6:10 and she was nowhere to be found. He debated calling her a million times, but glancing over her schedule noted she didn’t have a lot to do today. Just some busy work. Then as he pondered, she stumbled in. Except it wasn’t the work ready her Poe was used too.

She had her silk bonnet on, her pajama bottoms and a robe on over that and her tank top. She also had on bed slippers. None of that mattered to Poe, she still looked fine as hell. The problem was the lack of light in her eyes. Her features were exhausted and she looked ready to quit. She walked right past him like she hadn’t even noticed him and plopped down into her desk. A purely miserable sigh left her and she placed her hand on her forehead.

“Hey, good morning! Are you feeling any better today?” Poe asked her lightly, trying to improve her mood the way she had done for him many times without even knowing.

“Hm.” Was the only response. Weird. Confusion and worry were visible on his face.

“So…you don’t have a lot to do today. If you want afterwards we can go get something to eat again?” Coming directly in front of her desk. He looked into her eyes, trying to see if he could get her to relax a bit.

“No.” Weird again.

“What’s wrong?” He finally asked her. Maybe he had no chance with her, but this wasn’t his usual flirtiness, in an attempt to get lucky. He was truly concerned about her.

“Nothing. Just….fuck, I don’t know just leave me alone.” He watched her stand up, hurt crossing his features as she made her way to the exit.

“...You can talk to me, you know.” Poe whispered.

“You wouldn’t get it.” She replied quickly. Her hand went to feel the silk texture of her bonnet as she shifted it on her head and Poe winced. Sure, it truly wasn’t his business but he can’t help but feel hurt. He felt hurt because here was the woman he felt so strongly for hurting and he couldn’t do a fucking thing to help her.

“I can try…you can try talking to me. I’m a great listener.” Poe responded as he came up behind her and her muscles slightly relaxed. Then after a few beats of silence, like she was thinking about what to do her shoulders slumped and she recomposed herself.

“I want to quit.” Was all she said softly and Poe felt like the world stopped spinning and crashed into a nearby planet. ‘Snap out of it Poe, this isn’t the time to worry about your crush. Worry about her.’ he scolded his heart for immediately thinking about what he’d do if she left.

“What? But you love your work!” Poe asked as he moved around to the front of her. She looked at the ground and clenched her fist. Tears filled her water line and she huffed. A mocking laugh escaped her, and she rolled her eyes.

“I ‘love my work’. I love not being recognized or getting any credit for the shit that I do. I love that I’m a genius, I could’ve gone a million other places but I’m here getting screamed at by short bald people and mean patients who get concussed and then act like I can magically fix that for them. I just adore when everything goes to shit and I have to work my ass off to fix it but does anyone remember to say ‘thank you Commander, for all of your hard work.’? No, they don’t. I love when jackasses come into my lab and touch my shit. I love that, so so much.” She scoffed and turned her back to him, as she slowly walked to her desk and rolled her eyes at the cup with a ‘C’ on it that Merca gifted her for her last birthday.

“Look, I get that! But you know we can’t expect civilians to know about all the work that we really do for the greater good.” Poe pleaded with her.

“We? There is no we.” she growled and Poe flinched once more at the venom in her voice. She was feeling underappreciated. Surely he can at least understand on some level. Maybe not, but he had to at least try. And if he couldn’t even understand, the best he could do was listen.

“Poe, you’re commander of the Black Force. I’m not a moron, okay? I know that you get recognized and respected. You know what happened to me two days ago? My keycard declined when I was trying to get lunch and someone behind me was like ‘do you even work here?’ and I was like ‘yeah, i’m the Commander of the Science Department.’ and they were like, ‘we have a science department?’ and I was literally gobsmacked!” She ranted as she knocked the mug over into the garbage. Poe silently nodded.

“I don’t want civilians. I want to do something big. I want to do something amazing, not be stuck in a basement with assholes who think I can fix everything just because I’m smarter than they are when the issue is a busted AC. And the people who don’t even know there’s a science department? Fine, don’t care, not my problem. But I do enough! I do enough where me and everyone else who works here deserves to be recognized for the things we do. You would all die without us. We do things down here that you couldn’t dream of.” She was in full swing now, anger and exhaustion making her voice sound gravelly, as Poe only nodded in response. She didn’t need a person telling her that it’ll be okay. She needed someone to listen without telling her she was being a baby. Someone to just accept her feelings. And Poe was more than willing to be that someone.

“Look at this,” she stalked over with passion in her strides to her bookshelf and pulled down what looked like an engine pipe off the shelf. It had three pipes extending from different parts, all feeding back into the one tube. Then Poe realized it was an engine pipe.

“You’re in space, you run out of fuel. Now what, you just drift about until you die or someone comes to save you? Not with this, no, I designed this myself. It takes the particles in the air, everything from remaining exhaust particles from other ships that passed through at some point and converts it into a temporary fuel that can get you safely to the closest planet. It will collect everything as you fly. Rain water if you're on planet? Takes that, stores it, and turns it to fuel. Clouds? Those too! And you know what?” She asked as she placed it down into the desk.

“I present it to the board and they tell me to focus on your X-Wing for right now.” That one cut through Poe like a knife. Something so incredible, something that could save his sorry backside was postponed from his recklessness. From his carelessness. Up until now, he was certain he had done nothing too serious to deserve his involuntary sabbatical. And now he’s witnessing this woman on the verge of combustion because a project that could really give a helping hand to so many others wasn’t being respected.

“Merca? She’s incredible. The first person to concentrate matter into an ever changing form so it can be consistently changed to suit anyone in combat. Forian? He creates new life. New animals that can help people with PTSD, people who struggle through day to day life, who have left the resistance because it’s too much for them. People stuck in the med bay who aren’t sure they’ll get up to fight tomorrow. People who can’t even write, there’s a bird in there that can write with its beak! And that is something incredible. And me? I did this. Not a mechanic, not a doctor, not a pilot, not a jedi. Me, I did it all alone.” She emphasized slamming her palm on the table next to the engine pipe again. Damn. Now he really felt dumb being around the three of them. Everything made sense. The bird Poe saw Forian beat and then tenderly cared for when he first started that now coos happily at Poe and is a big fan of hugs. The black goop dripping through Merca’s office that still remains whenever she turns her lights off and her black lights on. That’s what they were doing and Poe felt a bit worthless just listening to it. Their working on things to really change the tide but have to spend all their time running behind others and helping keep things up and running without an ounce of thanks. And Poe blows up his ship and gives them more work.

“I can’t understand your feelings. I can’t because I have never worked so hard to just be thrown to the side. But think okay, before you storm out and leave all you’ve worked for behind. When we win, when all this is over, you know who's gonna be known as the Scientist who helped lead us to victory? You. It’s gonna be all you. And when that’s done, when the universe knows peace, you can get out of here and find somewhere your talents will be appreciated. No one could look you in the face and say that you need to focus on something else because you know what you’ll be able to do? You’ll be able to say ‘I created this, I built X-Wings, I created medicine all so your sorry ass could be free.’ and no one can ever take that from you or Merca or Forian. It’s an injustice, I know it is. There’s no other word for it and I’m sorry that this is what you consistently have to fight through.” He slowly walked to her desk and made eye contact with her. She couldn’t quit. Everything she does? She was right, everyone would die without the science department. Maybe incredibly slow, maybe incredibly quick. Poe didn’t want to find out.

“Please. You didn’t even know I built your ships. You thought it was the mechanics.” She laughed. But this time it was real. A real laugh that escaped her lips that warmed Poe’s heart.

“Okay, true but can you really blame me?” He responded with a sly chuckle. There she was. There was his Scientist, kind and sweet. All she needed was someone to hear her. All she needed was someone to truly hear her, not even understand her. And Poe wanted that to be him. And so long as she kept smiling at him like that and laughing, he would listen to her say anything she wanted.

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That was a long one! I really hope you all enjoyed it, please let me know what you think!

@2tar08 , the next chapter is finally up incase you wanted to be tagged! I hope you like it.

#black reader #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #fem reader #princess leia #star wars #x reader #shy reader

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openingnightposts · 5 months ago

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#audramcdonald #Broadway #gypsy #j_cervantes #majestictheatre #mommarose #musicaltheater #Openingnight.Reviews #theFrontRowNYC

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holidayvisa · 1 year ago

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16 March 2024 - Woke up at 6:45 am and dragged myself out of bed. I got on the motorbike and rode to Cam's house. Cam offered me some toast with cheese and tomatoes for breakfast. I ate my toast, grabbed the keys to the van, and drove to Auckland. I got to the sky tower and found my clients, three college-aged kids from Utah, Zach, Cora, and Shennai. When I found out that they were from Utah, we bonded over that! They'd heard of Lambs Knoll and Yankee Doodle Canyon! Zach had climbed in and around Zion, and Cora mountain biked all over Moab. In the car ride, we sang along to the "Hercules" soundtrack playing on my ipod from 2007. We stopped at the top of Piha for a quick photo of the beautiful beach and Lion Rock with a clear blue sky above.

When I opened up the AWOL shed in Piha, I found the afghan that Elise had left for me! Agh, she's so sweet!

They were all capable and fit clients. We crushed the hike up to the top of Kitekite in like 10 minutes or something like that. The whole day was cruisy and easy. When we got to the final abseil of the canyon, the marker rock was submerged. Uh-oh.

Some background - Piha Canyon is safe to do at low flows. When there's a lot of rain, the flows will increase. Descending Piha Canyon at higher flows is still very safe for the first three abseils, but the fourth abseil (the one that goes right down the center of the full flow of the waterfall) can be questionable at higher flows. The guides have a marker rock that we use to determine if the flow is at a safe level or not. When the marker rock is out of the water, we continue descending down the fourth abseil. But when the marker rock is submerged, we bail out of the canyon before the fourth abseil because the flow is higher than normal.

Today, the marker rock was just barely submerged. Like, the top of the marker rock was less than a centimeter below the surface of the creek. I looked at the marker rock, and I said to the clients, "I've got bad news, you guys. The marker rock is submerged, so we can't continue down the canyon. We're going to have to hike down to the bottom." We all looked down the waterfall at the heavy flow of the waterfall hammering down the fourth abseil. The clients were bummed. I debated with myself about whether this was an appropriate time to break the rules. "These clients are capable," I said to myself. "Do you guys feel comfortable doing this?" All three of them nodded their heads yes. "Okay, let's do it!"

I gave them the talk about the fourth abseil, stressing that it's important to stay calm and not panic if water is hammering them in the face. I also told them that I was going to lower them, and that they wouldn't be in control of their own descent. They all agreed that that made sense. One-by-one, I lowered them down the abseil, and they were whooping and woohoo-ing the whole way down! They LOVED it! I LOVED it! It felt pretty badass to abseil down the waterfall, just getting smacked by the water, the force of the waterfall pushing down on you, beating down on your head, shoulders, arms, and legs. Everyone did so well, and I felt really good about my decision to continue down the fourth abseil instead of bailing out of the canyon before the fourth abseil. We finished out the canyon, and the clients said that this was one of their favorite guided trips ever! I drove the clients to Piha Beach, and while they were walking on the beach, I picked up a sleeping bag, a sleeping pad, and a tent at Elise's house. I drove the clients back towards Auckland, stopping at my house to drop off some wetsuits and harnesses and gear. I dropped them off at their hotel in Auckland, then returned the van to Cam's house.

I drove the motorbike home to Henderson, and Jimmy and I loaded up his car with all the canyoning gear and camping gear. Jimmy and Arnie were detangling the lights that Jimmy had bought for our upcoming barbeque. Jimmy said, "I look like a bloody Christmas tree, and it's not even Christmastime, mate!"

Jimmy and I drove to Coromandel! We saw the beautiful sunset as we drove towards Sleeping God Canyon.

We stopped in Bombay for some kebabs for dinner; we ate on the road. We arrived at Trestle View Campsite at the Kauaerunga Valley road end. We ate our kebabs in the warmth of Jimmy's car while waiting for Jordan and Wilson to show up.

When Jordan and Wilson arrived in Wilson's van, they invited us to come hang out in their van. We all four of us hung out in the back of Wilson's van, chatting and talking about canyoning, hearing about Jordan's and Wilson's day through Bull's Run/Rangihau Canyon today. We hung out in their van for over an hour, just hanging out and enjoying each other's company. It was super fun; I wish I had a photo capturing that. At a certain point, sometime around 11 pm, Wilson gave us a subtle New Zealander hint to GTFO of his van. Jimmy said that he "couldn't be bothered to set up the tent tonight," so he planned to just sleep in his car. That did NOT sound comfortable to me, so I set off looking around the campsite for two suitable trees. I set up my hammock! I slept in my hammock for the first time in a LONG time! I can't even remember the last time I slept in my hammock. I think it might have been March of 2022 during my WFR course in Kanab, UT. Anyway, I LOVED sleeping in my hammock. I was so warm and cozy, snuggled in my sleeping bag in my cocoon of a hammock.

I'm thankful for capable and fun clients. I'm grateful for a wonderful and fun day in Piha Canyon. I'm grateful that the clients I had today were the right clients for descending the fourth abseil at a higher-than-normal flow. I'm grateful for Jimmy and for our roadtrip down to Coromandel. I'm grateful to Wilson and Jordan for sharing their van space with us and hanging out with us before bedtime.

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runefactorynonsense · 3 years ago

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Spooktober - Day 7 - Zombie/Undead

That's right, Earthmate! I JUST WANT TO SEE YOU SUFFER

#Spooktober #Pushing the limits on this prompt but a possessed Venti is kind of like a zombie one right? too bad I already drew it #Ethelberd you wonderful bastard- y'all have no idea how excited I was to see him make a comeback in RF4 #I was sitting on my boyfriend's couch (same person I'm with now) playing rf4 right after it'd come out- and I LURCHED upright #YELLING #The RF1 fan in me finally got plot closure!!!#Imma come back to that dialogue line in the future as it's spawned many ideas I just need to be bold enough to do #Rune Factory #Rune Factory 4 #RF4 #Rune Factory Ethelberd #RF Ethelberd #Rune Factory Ventuswill #RF Ventuswill #Rune Factory Native Dragon #RF Native Dragon #This is also done much later in the day than I intended because I accidentally slept for 3 hours after work #instead of 45 minutes... whoops #Also WEEK ONE IS DONE HECK YEAH

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ordinarytalk · 2 years ago

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So I'm just finally beginning to recover from the three day paranormal weekend event thing I helped run, and I'm just writing highlights so I can reassure myself that yes, this all actually happened:

I just barely got trained in running the historical tours in time for this event. Meaning, I spent the entire week prior cramming the history of the site with more intensity than I crammed for my college finals. The tours had to be about an hour and fifteen minutes, I would be doing them all day, and I had to be prepared for questions.

Part of my cramming involved me typing out five pages of notes outlining my planned tour path, the buildings I was stopping at, and what historical highlights I was planning to talk about at each building. Because I was teaching swimming lessons until 7 or 8pm most weeknights, I didn't have time to meet with the operations manager who was helping train me, so I just sent the document to her so she could fact-check it.

The night before the event was a ghost hunt/celebrity mixer for VIP guests. They oversold the VIP tickets so we had way way more guests than was originally planned for. The operations manager was told at the last minute that they needed seven history tours to be run simultaneously that night because the guests had been promised history tours, and the tours needed to all be done at around the same time. We had two history guides, me and another guy.

The ops manager ended up printing out my notes and handing them out to other employees and saying "just improvise, sorry, and thank you." We pulled it off flawlessly.

After the tours, I was supposed to be giving the paranormal guide staff members their breaks throughout the night. I got yanked to be a celebrity handler instead because we were short on people. I did not want to be a celebrity handler. I am very awkward around new people at the best of times, and I don't know anything about celebrities.

Celebrity and her crew turned out to be super friendly. I still felt awkward as hell, but then they started asking me about history and that unlocked my hyperfixation powers and I started getting excited and rambling cool facts about every room we walked into. Eventually I realized they were filming me. Success?

The paranormal investigations during the whole weekend were like the least successful/least active ones I have ever seen here. I think if I was dead and several hundred people were stomping all over my house and trying to talk to me, I'd shut up and go somewhere else too.

Ended 3am. Woke up 8am. Dying.

Me and the other history guide alternated giving tours all day Saturday. Apparently I did good? Some people cried and one group applauded me.

So sleep deprived I straight up passed out in the grass for ten minutes after two of my tours.

Can a person die from hydrating solely with Monster energy drinks, asking for a friend

Monster energy drinks did nothing, started laughing loudly at nothing at one point and then took another lawn nap when coworkers started looking at me

Another VIP mixer/history tour/ghost hunt that night!

The celebrity & crew from last night specifically requested me to lead them around for the ghost hunt tonight because they liked me? Success???

We were still very short on people and we really needed me to do breaks so I only was supposed to be with the celeb team for 30 minutes but it got stretched to 45 because they asked me about history again, whoops

I am still being filmed. I am still not sure what I am being filmed for. Success???????

Had to do all the breaks speedwalking, while being rained on. The last person was almost dying by the time I got to them. I almost pass out again as soon as I sit down in their chair, I've been standing almost all day aside from the lawn naps.

Destination Fear left snack and drink shrapnel everywhere at where their meet & greet table had been. Someone there really likes cheez-its.

2am bedtime. Feet are looking a little swollen and gnarly and I'm walking like a chicken on hot coals.

Sunday! Everyone on crew looks like the walking dead.

I actually had a little over an hour free before the history tours start and I was able to look at vendors! I bought a dracula pin and a movie monster crop top that doesn't fit.

More history tours. We're getting more sunshine today so I ask to borrow one of the hats from merch because I will get a migraine if direct sunlight hits the top of my head for more than two minutes.

Smaller tour groups, everyone's a little more tired.

One of the other employees tells me how she had to babysit the Destination Fear crew when they filmed here. Apparently they kept on trying to go places they weren't supposed to.

The Destination Fear meet and greet line from yesterday is still there, and it's still terrifying.

The guys from Mountain Monsters are like the best guys ever. They are never not having a good time. They're like if my Uncle Gerry and Uncle Rance decided to make a cryptid-hunting show together. At one point, during the other guide's history tour, one of 'em suddenly busted out of a nearby porta potty yelling "WHOO-EE! I tore that porta john UP!!" and everybody on the tour just lost their shit. I might need to watch their show now.

Everything shut down by 5pm, but I stayed until 7pm to help with teardown. I offered to buy the hat from merch I'd been wearing but was told I could just keep it, so I got a hat now.

If there's one thing this incredibly busy week was successful at doing, it was stopping me from thinking about my birthday, because I keep thinking about all the stuff I was supposed to have done by this age, and all the stuff I'll never get to do or have because it's too late, and crying.

My birthday literally just happened as I was typing this. Still trying not to think about it.

#personal stuff #so yeah add “historian” and “tour guide” and possibly also “celebrity handler” to my weird jobs I have had list

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feelingofcontent · 3 years ago

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DNP Rewatch: Easter Baking - BUNNY BISCUITS!

Date video was published: 03/31/2018 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 374

Easter baking time again after the meringue disaster of 2017.

And the first main channel video with Phil’s quiff! He had posted the first photo with it the week before this, and there had also been a couple gaming videos. Although Dan was still getting used to it.

0:00 - what is this intro. Phil. why.

0:13 - Dan’s bunny pose. the TATINOF cubes as decoration. the Crafts channel play button. and Phil’s failed intro. I love it all. 😂

0:26 - Dan is SO TALL. Phil’s arms! the shoulder bump! help.

0:40 - *boing* love that Dan doesn’t react at all

1:14 - actually making something that requires baking

1:21 - ...he’s not wrong

1:34 - Phil’s body language in this video...is something 👀

1:39 - oh Phil 😂

1:54 - why did he need to touch Phil’s face with it? sure

2:23 - I want a montage of Phil making Dan smell things in videos...I swear they both make the same faces every single time

2:30 - CHRIST. this is not at all subtle between the up-and-down body scan and the “it’s nice.” and the zoom-in as Dan says that!

2:52 - “no cheese” lol

3:08 - Dan didn’t even try

3:30 - Phil is not paying attention to what Dan is saying at all; only concerned with eating a sweet 😂 and then the “eff it up.”

3:44 - love the “sticks?” annotation

4:13 - they really needed an electric mixer years before this...it would have simplified things so much

4:25 - Phil in the background...this video is so much, I can’t

4:53 - god I love them in this video

5:06 - between Dan’s “someone, somewhere is finding this arousing” and Phil’s “yes...yes” in the background, I’d like a jump cut now

5:16 - jesus christ. Phil was in some sort of mood this day

5:22 - just realized Dan has his earring in the other ear in this video. he must not have settled on how he was going to wear it yet

5:37 - once again in a baking video...why are they trying to hold everything instead of setting any of it on the counter?!

6:01 - “what other pastes have you sampled?” bad foreshadowing there

6:31 - again Phil in the background... “it’s my Spice Girls dance” 😂

6:47 - I...don’t even know what to say at this point 😳

6:54 - the dramatic music into the record scratch is hilarious

7:06 - definitely afraid Phil is just going to drop that

7:14 - why. why are they making the same face at each other at that

7:31 - “phil’s....” help 👀 ...and the eyebrow raise. the last ~minute of this video is really a lot

8:28 - they were more prepared with actual baking implements for this baking video than any previous one

8:47 - of course Phil did

9:40 - how the fuck did they forget to put the sticks on the cookies after filming this specific bit?!

10:10 - I’m disturbed by Dan’s bunny face

10:21- Dan not even flinching as usual 😂

10:42 - in “fights” like this Phil always goes really intensely while Dan just stands there on the defense, and then Phil gives up, lol

10:58 - danger! though I do think Dan’s holding on to his shoulder so Phil doesn’t make any sudden moves accidentally

11:08 - aww at Dan’s “it did a rip!” voice there

11:23 - some Phil full-hand air-quotes there

11:35 - whoops

11:55 - Phil with flour all over his butt as usual

12:08 - they must have baked a second batch to get some with sticks

12:59 - Dan’s gotta stay on brand

13:24 - “you have to say ‘boop’” adorable 😊

13:39 - the bunny faces are some of the best decorating they’ve done...I guess they are good at drawing whiskers at this point

14:07 - love the detail of the “horror”-style editing there

14:20 - “this guy” also I really love this brief era of Phil’s hair where it is more side-parted than a straight-up quiff (and Dan agrees)

14:45 - so cute!

15:06 - I love the riff off the Bake-Off style music and presentation

15:12 - more horror editing on that bunny. Phil is so good.

15:33 - and the sharing/feeding. they managed a successful bake!

Definitely a top tier baking video. They are so cute! They are so flirty! It's so great.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #amazingphil #daniel howell #phil lester #danisnotonfire #amazingphil videos #Easter Baking - BUNNY BISCUITS!#cw food

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minarcana · 2 years ago

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hiiiii omg

Name: dez :3

Pronouns: they/them or he/him for spice.

Preference of communication: my communication is very hit or miss i tend to be Slow bc im easily distracted OTL but i do always get back to it

Name of muse(s): you know these dorks

Experience/how long (months/years?): over 10 years idk ive just been Around

Platforms you’ve used: tunglr, rarely discord

Pet peeves / dealbreakers: not respecting boundaries of comfort, trying to force me into doing things ive expressed discomfort with (like the only time ive actually had a dealbreaker it was someone going around a block and someone trying to force me to write smut when i was like 'our muses dont have chemistry chief')

Fluff, angst, or smut: all of it huge fan of all of em. hit me up.

Plots or memes: i like memes bc im Bad At Plots OTL. send memes. or come bearing plots. idk.

long or short replies: i like both and i always WANT short replies but then i enter a fugue state and ramble for 45 minutes and 15 paragraphs

Best time to write: late hours, i work and im a night owl whoops

Are you like your muse(s): every time i make fun of urianger for doing some dork nonsense or something where im like "surely no human has never done that before" i remember a time where i personally have done an exact 1:1 equivalent action and have to go put my head in my hands for a bit. i too have read so many books i started speaking about 200 years out of date but it was in russian instead of english and i continued doing it on purpose. im going to hell. i am nothing like laurel shes just my attempt to make the sexiest woman possible and succeeding.

#ooc #dash games #teehee

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addie-your-queen · 4 years ago

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Today's Math Mishaps (as Newsies of course)

Teacher: So I'm going to graph the line first, just because it's easier

Teacher: *Graphing line*

Teacher: But of course you have a ruler in front of you to graph this line

Race, looking down at paper: Oh. We do? *erases line and gets up to find a ruler*

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Jack: Well, mine looks nothing like hers and I did exactly what she did...

Spot: At least you tried...?

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Albert: Wait, 6 = 6, can you do that?

Albert:

Albert: Nevermind, pretend I never said anything

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Crutchie: whoops, Whoops, WHOOPS, this looks nothing like a parabola.

Crutchie: Or is it a hyperbola?

Crutchie: I forget

Crutchie: How do you tell the difference?

Crutchie: Ahhh I hate math

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Crutchie, on google: What is the difference between a hyperbola and a parabola?

Crutchie: For parabola, eccentricity is equal to 1, and for hyperbola, eccentricity is greater than 1.

Crutchie:

Crutchie: What the frick is an eccentricity??

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Elmer: 6 minutes ago I was 13 minutes and 5 seconds into the homework video.

Albert: How far are you now?

Elmer: 13 minutes and 47 seconds

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Race: Ahh darn it I forgot to use a ruler again

Race: *Erases and redraws line*

Race: And I accidentally graphed 4/3x instead of 3/4x

Race: -_-

Race: *redraws line*

Race: DARN IT!

Race: I forgot the ruler

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Jack: I've been working for so long I forgot how to spell my own name 😭

Davey: How'd you spell it

Jack: 'Kely'

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Albert, 20 mins later: Elmer, update on homework progress

Elmer, looking at computer: Uh.... 14 minutes and 4 seconds

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Mush: Oh wait- we're putting that in for 'y'. Just 'y', Mush, be smart.

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Teacher: And the answer is 18

Spot: haha I knew that

Spot: *Erases answer*

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Elmer: Whoo! Only 6 minutes left in the video!!

Albert: Didn't you say that 15 minutes ago?

Elmer: No, that was 7 minutes left.

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Davey, who usually understands everything: Wait- we have to write this twice?

Davey: Wait- no it's just reversed?

Davey: Wait- no. It is the same. Wait no-

Davey: This is so confusing

Davey: I hope the test is on the other things we learned

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Race: Did you know being stressed makes you more likely to get sick?

Spot: great, now we're all gonna die of corona

Race: *Shoves a giant piece of his pineapple into his mouth and smiles*

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Elmer: WHOOOO! I'M FINALLY DONE!!

Albert: Great! How long did it take you?

Elmer: Well, the video was only 20 minutes long, but it took me at least an hour and 45 minutes to finish.

#newsies #livesies #incorrect newsies quotes #albert dasilva #spot conlon #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #elmer newsies #racetrack higgins #mush meyers #crutchie morris #elmer kasprzak #Addie's Newsies Quotes

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fandomlit · 5 years ago

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disruption (five hargreeves x reader)

requested by anon “Soulmate + High School AU w/ Five where it's where they get a mark on their body the first few times they touch? Like where the Hargreeves siblings get to go to high school, and they meet in a class w/ the whole soulamte thing? Also with prompts 45, 34, 30, 66 and female reader if you can! 🥰🤗”

summary five is a grade a student in school, unlike some of the disruptions he calls siblings. but maybe one those disruptions turns out to be useful; after all, meeting your soulmate doesn’t happen every day.

warning swearing, sibling bullying

gif cred belongs to @scottstiles

it was only about fifteen minutes into his fourth period class, but five’s eye was already twitching. it was only after he was hit with the seventh paper ball in the back did he do something about it.

he whipped around in his seat, meeting the startled eyes of klaus, who had already had another crumbled paper in his hand. he froze when five glared ferociously at him.

“don’t you dare,” he bit. klaus was still frozen. “im trying to focus!”

klaus arched an eyebrow at him, continuing to scrunch the paper he had aimed as he spoke, “well, some of us are trying to kill time before lunch. i expect you to respect that, brother.” then he tossed the ball behind him, effectively hitting an unsuspecting ben. he smiled at five and held his hands up innocently.

“hargreeves, eyes up front.”

five turned around while klaus smirked at his back.

“im so sorry about my brother, sir,” klaus sighed dramatically, making the class giggle. five clenched his jaw, looking up to the teacher.

“and im sorry about mine,” five nodded, offering a sarcastic smile. the class laughed again. five looked around the giggling students, his eyes landing on you in the front row. you offered him a quick smile when you met his eyes before turning back to the lecturing teacher. his eyes lingered on your back.

“this is new,” klaus snickered. five looked back down to his paper, praying klaus would drop it. he should’ve known better. “i never knew y/n would dare to smile at a hargreeves!”

“drop it, klaus,” five said, debating begging as the teacher spared a warning glance their way.

“no, no, no,” klaus whispered, shaking his head and leaning forward so five could feel his breath on the back of his neck. “tell me, when did this all start?” five held back the urge to snap, instead just gripping his pencil harder and writing with more force and vigor than before. he felt his anger rise with every word klaus spoke. “were you ever going to tell me? does allison know?”

five turned back to his brother, practically nose to nose with him as he spat, “stop. it.”

“okay, hargreeves,” the teacher sighed, making everyone turn to the smirking klaus and red five. five slowly turned back around, crossing his arms as the teacher continued, “i see you two aren’t gonna stop, so i guess i have to separate you two.” he scanned the class. “uh.. dave. switch with five, please.”

“sure,” the boy nodded, giving you a half-smile before gathering his things. you shook your head at him despite your smile. five offered him an apologetic smile when he passed him, trying to ignore the thump of his heart as he approached the empty desk next to you.

he sat down, face still red. but whether or not it was his former fury or the current situation, he wasn’t sure.

“rough day?” you whispered over to him as he flipped his notebook back open with a huff. he spared you a glance, seeing you smile over at him. he felt his face heating up even more.

“i need a fucking break,” he sighed, resting his head in his hand as the teacher droned on. you giggled. he glanced at you again, smiling as he looked back down to his notebook.

eventually, the teacher passed out a paper to everyone and spoke, “i need this by the end of class today or the beginning of class tomorrow. you may work with a partner, but if it gets too loud in here, i’ll shut it down.” then he sat at his desk and everyone got to work.

as five looked over his paper, you looked over at him. “wanna partner up?” he looked over at you, a little surprised. you offered him another smile. “you’re stuck with me for the class, might as well use the notes you didn’t get while your brother did... i don’t know, something to you.”

he offered you a short laugh, looking back down to the paper. “sure.” you beamed, scooting your desk closer to his.

“so what’s it like?” you asked, turning the pages of your notebook. “living with klaus, i mean.”

“what do you want me to say?” five grumbled. you arched an amused eyebrow at him. he gave you a look. “much like this class; won’t leave me the hell alone.” you giggled, twirling your pencil between your fingers.

“im sure he means well,” you offered.

five sighed as he shook his head, scribbling an answer down. “our definitions of ‘well’ differ greatly, y/n.” you laughed again and he looked up to offer you a half-smile. then, your pencil slipped from your fingers.

“whoops,” you sighed, and both of you bent down to retrieve it. his fingers grazed over your knuckles just as you grasped the pencil. “sorry,” you whispered to him before you sat up. but when he sat up, he looked more confused. you looked over curiously as he gazed at his fingertips. then he looked over to your hand. you looked down, as well, and promptly dropped your pencil again.

your knuckles and his fingertips had turned pitch black upon contact.

you looked up to meet his still surprised gaze. “well.. hey, soulmate.” you blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“hi,” five breathed. you didn’t think that eye contact ever would’ve broken had it not been for the bell ringing, startling you back into reality. he glanced down at his paper as blush rose to his cheeks again. “how about we finish this tonight? at my house?”

you gave him a shy smile, nodding eagerly. “sounds great to me.”

#tua #umbrella academy #tua x reader #umbrella academy x reader #tua fanfic #umbrella academy fanfic #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves fanfic #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #klaus x dave

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thebooktopus · 3 years ago

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Are Those Drugs in Your System, or Are You Just Happy To See Me?

Drarry // rated T // 1.2K - read on AO3 or under the break

@crazybutgood, you posted this tumblr prompt in the Discord a while back, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my brain.

your lovely origami has been gracing my tumblr feed lately, bringing a nice dose of happiness to this community. that, in combination with the incredibly thoughtful and thorough comments you’ve been leaving on my fics, prompted me to gift you a little something. hopefully it brings you some joy!

Harry glanced at his watch and sighed; only ten minutes had passed since the start of his patrol shift. It was New Year’s Eve and midnight was still hours away.

Years of attending parties without someone special to kiss at midnight had soured him on the holiday. Volunteering to work for the evening provided him with an acceptable excuse for his meddling friends, and one he’d thought quite clever until right about now. As Deputy Head Auror, it had been quite a while since he’d last patrolled Diagon Alley; perhaps if he hadn’t forgotten the simultaneous monotony and frustration, he would have rethought his decision.

Fortunately, it was shaping up to be a relatively quiet shift. He’d sent a few wizards back to the Ministry for a SoberUp! potion and a cooling off period — pretty typical for any evening. He had scolded a gang of teenagers for setting off a Wheeze too close to a storefront, but ultimately let them all go with a warning.

“Mate, you don’t want to do that,” he warned a wizard he didn’t recognize, who was teetering outside of a pub, a broomstick in his hand. “You’re clearly drunk, and flying under the influence comes with some hefty punishments, including confiscation of the broom. Is that the newest Nimbus?”

The wizard nodded and started hiccoughing.

“Why don’t I go ahead and hail the Knight Bus, huh?”

After the Knight Bus drove off, the wizard and his Nimbus safely aboard, Harry checked the time again. 11:30. He was aching for a tumbler of scotch and the quiet warmth of his sitting room. The streets were growing steadily more raucous, and Harry knew it was time to start choosing his battles. It was New Year’s Eve, after all; a little fun didn’t usually hurt anyone.

Just as this thought crossed Harry’s mind, someone careened into his back with enough velocity to knock him to the ground. With practiced agility, Harry caught himself and rolled, pulling the culprit underneath him. A familiar face grinned back up at him from the street.

“Draco,” Harry growled.

“Potter, fancy meeting you here,” Draco slurred, clearly pissed and quite pleased with himself.

Harry stood, dragging the dead weight of Draco’s body up with him.

“My Saviour,” Draco giggled, unsteady on his feet. He attempted to bat playfully at Harry’s chest, but toppled forward into Harry’s arms instead.

Cheers rang up around them. Harry could see some of their friends — all at varying levels of intoxication — gathered around, having spilled out from The Dragon’s Den moments before. “Get it, Harry,” Blaise whooped.

Harry rolled his eyes. Draco’s face was inches away from his own, his pupils blown unnaturally wide.

“Draco, are you… are you high?” Harry asked, surprised. Draco could drink with the best of them, but Harry had never known him to dabble in Muggle drugs.

“Deputy Auror Potter!” Draco exclaimed, swaying a bit in Harry’s arms. “Didn’t you know? Your pupils dilate by 45% when you see someone you love.”

“Swot!” Theo called out from somewhere behind Harry.

Harry chuckled nervously. “Very funny, Draco.”

“No, it’s real, I swear,” Draco insisted. “Run your diaspora— dilation— dictation…”

“My diagnostic spell?” Harry smiled in spite of himself. He kept trying to set Draco upright, but the man was like putty in his arms, leaning into him with full force.

“Yes!”

Since both of his hands were occupied — and because this lot was already well aware of his magical abilities — Harry whispered the spell for drug testing. A wisp of magic left his wand from where it sat in his leg holster and wrapped around Draco, turning green before fading into nothing.

“See?” Draco giggled. “I’m not high, I just love you.”

Harry was thankful for the cover of darkness as he felt a flush run from the tips of his cold ears all the way down underneath the collar of his Auror uniform. He physically picked up Draco and set him next to Blaise, who wrapped his arm around Draco to steady him.

“I’m sure you do, Draco. Now, off with all of you, I have other hooligans to deal with.”

The crowd of friends struggled off again, Pansy and Greg singing “Auld Lang Syne” surprisingly in-tune. Draco glimpsed over his shoulder and winked back at Harry.

“Love you, Potter!” he cried, to the amusement of, well, everyone else in the street.

Harry sighed and set off in the other direction. The streets actually seemed to be quieting down as midnight approached. From above him, the din of rooftop gatherings rang out, punctuated by the whizzes and bangs of fireworks being set off prematurely.

He shuffled a few people along half-heartedly. He was already thinking about his warm bed and the long lie-in he had planned for the morning.

“Three minutes,” he heard someone yell above him, followed by a chorus of cheers.

Harry had made it back to the large intersection where Diagon and Vertic Alleys met, where he knew he’d have a good view of some of the fireworks overhead. Behind him, he heard a pair of footsteps approaching and turned quickly, his Auror senses on high alert.

But his concern faded quickly to relief. “Draco,” he sighed. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Left them at the pub,” Draco said, his enunciation much crisper than it had been 30 minutes prior.

“And… what are you doing here?”

“Well, when I sat down at the bar and realized that I’d confessed my love for you, I felt a bit silly—”

Harry scoffed. “No, don’t worry about that, it’s nothing, I know you were dr—”

“It’s true.” Draco interrupted him, taking a step closer, edging into Harry’s personal space. “Has been for a while now.”

Harry inhaled sharply, shocked to hear that his feelings for Draco were reciprocated.

Draco continued. “I took a sobering potion and came back out to find you.”

Overhead, people gathered on the rooftops began to count down to midnight. “Ten, nine, eight…”

“To find me,” Harry repeated.

“Seven, six, five…”

“To find you. So I could do this.”

As the last few seconds of the year ticked away, Harry found himself again with an armful of Draco. This time, though, he was pressing his cold, chapped lips against Harry’s own.

Above the cacophony of fireworks and cheers, Draco whispered, “Happy New Year’s, Harry.”

Instead of responding, Harry leaned back in and kissed him, happiness warming him from the inside out. They stood there for a moment, smiling into each new kiss.

“Deputy Head Auror Potter, how unprofessional of you to be snogging while on duty,” Draco drawled, leaving light, breathy kisses just above the high collar of his uniform.

“I’m actually,” he coughed, as Draco sucked at his pulse point suddenly, “off duty as of about one minute ago. Just have to check in with the Deputy Head Auror before I go home — oh wait, that’s me.”

Draco pulled back, his sharp cheeks tinged with red from the wind and the cold. Harry watched a visible shiver overtake his entire body. “Should we go back to the pub, find everyone?” he asked, wanting to get Draco somewhere warm.

“I’d rather not,” Draco said, raising his signature eyebrow.

Harry grinned. “Or… back to mine, perhaps?”

Draco’s eyes turned heated, a devilish smirk pulling up one corner of his mouth. “That sounds much better.”

He pinned Harry with a stare. “Why, Harry, are you high? Your pupils seem to be a bit dilated,” he said.

“That’s enough out of you,” Harry laughed. “Now hold on,” he ordered, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist and pulling him in for a deep kiss, using the small part of his brain that was still functioning to apparate them away.

#drarry #drarry fanfic #gay idiots #hp fanfic #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #booktopus writes

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sweetchup · 4 years ago

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💌Love/Hate💌

Type: Pariston Hill x Reader

Prompts: Soulmate Au (Colorblind) + 7– Innocent/Corruption Kink

Author Note: OMG I am so so so sorry this took so long. I’m not sure what it was but my brain couldn’t write for Pariston. Like it was if the zodiacs took over and put it into a total shut down mode. It was insane. (ALSO Small warning, this is Pariston and, as expected, he’s an abusive dick)

(Valentine’s Day Masterlist)

When you had first accepted the job of being randomly assigned someone’s secretary, you hadn’t expected to be assigned to the CEO of a high end tech company. You mean, who in the world would have known that by just calling a flyer on a street corner would have led to working with someone so prestigious.

It almost sounded too good to be true!

….And, you wished you hadn’t jinxed yourself in that moment. The CEO of that high end tech company actually turned out to be only 21, having inherited the company from his father. He was not only a spoiled brat and a player but, my god, was he lazy. You were sure that if you hadn’t spent hours on the phone discussing ideas with his father and done all the paperwork for him, that the company would be in ruins before someone could say “We’re broke!”.

Though, no matter how hard you worked your ass off these past couple months, nothing could prepare you for this moment.

“Dear god someone help me…”

You and his father had told him many times over this week. On February 14 at noon, you have an important meeting with the Hunter Association. You can’t miss it.

But, of course, that lazy ass was running late. By 45 minutes to be exact.

“Miss (y/n), is Mr Avoli going to be showing up any time soon? It isn’t like him to be late.”

… And it surely didn’t help that you were standing in the meeting room, waiting for him with the Hunters Association's very own Zodiacs.

Shamefully, you turn to the doglike woman who had introduced herself as ‘Cheadle’ earlier and give an apologetic bow, “I-I deeply apologize. You see Mr Avoli's son, Hunter Avoli, recently took over the company. I reminded him constantly this past week about the meeting but I’m afraid he may have forgotten...”

“Oh that guy.” You hear the monkey zodiac ‘Saiyu’ spit out in disgust, “He is almost as bad as that dirt bag, Ging.”

“It’s not a problem Miss (y/n). I’ve met Hunter many times before so I’ve seen first hand how unprofessional he acts. This is clearly not your fault.” Cheadle reassures, giving you enough confidence to lift your head up from bowing to look at her as some of the Zodiacs complain in the background.

As you stare at the grayish colored woman, you can’t help but wonder what color she was wearing. Due to you still not having found your soulmate, you can only see the color of your soulmate’s eye color. Which, in your case, was brown. A chocolate brown to be exact.

And, usually dogs were brownish in color so you kind of wondered what color Miss Chealde chose instea—

“We are still waiting on the chairman and two other zodiacs so why don’t you take the chance to try and give Hunter a call.” Mizaistom, the ox zodiac, suggests suddenly.

“O-oh of course. Thank you very much Miss Cheadle, Mr Mizaistom. I’ll be very quick— Eep!”

Oh god why me?

Just as you made your way to the door to exit the room, someone on the other side had already swung it open. Making you, in pure surprise and shock, take a step backwards. Though, just like how your day is going so far, Luck truly didn’t seem to be on your side as you end up tripping on your own two feet and begin to fall backwards.

You expected to land hard on the cold tile floor in front of everyone, extremely embarrassing really, but instead you don’t. You still hit something firm and hard but… it was different. Actually, now that you think about it, you felt higher up than you were before…

“Ah, Ging this is why I said you shouldn’t barge into rooms so suddenly! You scared our poor guest!” A voice suddenly calls out from behind you, his breath slightly tickling the shell of your ear. Quickly, in surprise, you whip your head around to—

…Shit.

As your eyes lock with the male’s chocolate brown ones the room suddenly bursts into a flurry of color. Blues, reds, greens, maybe yellows? You honestly didn’t know the proper names for all the colors you were seeing for the first time. However, in all this chaos, you happened to know two things.

One, That you had just met your soulmate and Two,...

… it was none other than the Vice Chairman himself, Pariston Hill.

“Oh my! How unexpected!” Pariston chuckles out, causing what seems to be sparkles to pop out around him, “I never thought our guest here today would end up being my soulmate. Not at all!”

“I—“ “Shut up Rat!”

You freeze as something suddenly comes flying past your head. What the fuck...

“You have a soulmate? Not a Chance! Not a Chance! Not a Chance!”

“Quit joking.”

“I doubt the King Of Kickbacks would have an ordinary soulmate.”

It was as if a bomb had erupted in the room, everyone was in pure disbelief at what Pariston had just said, Suggested, he even had (Well everyone except Ging, of course). Hell, some of them haven’t even found their own soulmates yet. So, why did the heartless ass Rat get to have one?!

“I assure you, I’m speaking the truth. Why would I lie about something like this?”

We can think of many reasons…

“U-uh…” You suddenly speak out, slightly flinching as everyone’s attention turns to you, “He is telling the truth… I saw colors other than brown for the first time when we locked eyes.”

“See!” Pariston says happily, pulling you affectionately closer to him in his hold. As you are flustered by the act from the handsome man, he takes the chance to walk to what you believe is in the direction of an empty seat. However, you soon realize that wasn’t what he was intending as he walked right by it and leaves through the other door located in the room.

“Hey Rat!! Where do you think you are GOING!?!” The tigerlike man screeches out, storming through the door you two just left as well.

“Well, I’m going to spend time with my soulmate of course.” Pariston exclaims, his smile not even flinching as bloodlust from the other zodiacs creeps out from the room.

“As if I—“ Suddenly, a loud chuckle behind you rings out, cutting Kanzai off.

“C-Chairman Netero!” You squeak out in surprise at the older man. Oh god, what a disaster. As someone trying to make a deal to him, this looks bad. So bad.

“My, what a twist!” The Chairman rings out, stroking his beard as he thinks as he walks past you two. “Hmm… You and (y/n) can be excused from today’s meeting, Pariston.”

“B-But, Chairman!” Kanzai rebuts. Soon shutting up however as the chairman grabs onto the collar of his jersey.

“It only makes sense to give them alone time, Kanzai. We will just call Mr Aloisi for the meeting instead of having (y/n) give it to us.” Netero explains, giving you a small wink as he drags Kanzai as if he was some kitty cat back into the meeting room.

What a strange group…

As you sit there stunned at everything that has happened so far, you don’t realize Pariston has already begun walking again. It takes you a while to realize as well, precisely the loud sound of the door of his private office being closed. He must have walked pretty fast…

“A-ah. Umm you can put me down now.” You mumble out to the… Blonde man (unable to tell if that was the correct color).

“Hmm. What was that?” Pariston asks, as if he didn’t quite hear you from before.

“Oh. I was wondering if you could put me down.” You tell him again. Shit, the way you said that came out bad. “I-I mean I’m really appreciative of you saving me but you are likely getting tired of holding me and I can walk on my own.”

“Oh!”

You expected at that exclamation that Pariston would instantly put you down to the floor, but instead he walks over to his deck and places you down in front of that. Odd, but you don’t question the sparkly man.

Speaking of odd, as you looked around the room, you realized it was really cold in here. Much colder than the conference room and hallway. God, what a bad day to wear a skirt but no tights. Especially those insulated ones you recently bought.

“Are you Cold?” Pariston suddenly voices up, causing you to turn behind you to look at him. He still hadn’t moved from his spot right behind you.

“A-ah yes I am. I don’t want to be a bother but could you possibly turn it down a couple of notches?” You ask, taking a step back a little to give a little bit of space between you two.

“I’m afraid I can’t. My thermostat broke this morning.” Pariston exclaims, his smile turning into a bit of a frown. However, that didn’t last long as he soon had a full blown out smile again. “But, I do have my jacket that I wore to work this morning. It should be… Ah! There it is! Right on the seat of my chair if you want to grab it.”

“Oh.. thank you.” You give Pariston a small smile before leaning over the desk to grab the brown coat.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it but for some odd reason you didn’t feel fully comfortable around him. Which was even weirder because you didn’t understand what was causing it. Shouldn’t you naturally feel comfortable around your soulmate?

Perhaps, you just needed to get to know him better. That’s likely it. Your just nervous since he was supposed to be your clien—

“Ah!” You let out a yelp as you feel pressure and sharp pain in your lower regions. At first, you thought it was perhaps a weird cramp or something like that. However, once you fully grasped what you were feeling, you realized you were just trying to make yourself believe that.

“Oh whoops! Tight. Tight. That must have hurt.” Pariston chuckles out, rocking his hips back and forth as his eyes watched his cock disappear and reappear out of your hole. Harshly letting go of the strap of your panties that he had pulled aside to watch as an ever so slight bit of blood comes out in your slick. Delighted to see such results.

“P-Pariston. Please be gentle.” You gasp out, turning yourself by your waist to place a hand on the man’s chest. Ever so slightly fisting the fabric of his suit when he suddenly gave a really hard thrust. “Let’s slow down… too soon…”

“How come? I thought you said you were grateful to me right?” Pariston teased out, pulling your hand off his suit as well as pushing your front down against the desk. Making it so you were trapped underneath him.

“I-I am but—“ “Shh… I’m only taking my reward!”

However, even with your constant pleas for him to be slower, gentler, Pariston continued his actions. Watching you grow more and more wet as that uncomfortable burning sensation suddenly turned into pure ecstasy.

It was perfect…

Pressed down against the desk, unable to move as you were essentially being taken advantage of by him. Your very own soulmate.

It was embarrassing, agonizing and traumatizing.

Surely, you hated him. You despised him.

Having waited long enough, Pariston decided to finally pull out and flip you over so he could see you and the results of his hard work. “Now, Now my dear. It’s not so—“

Pariston feels himself blink a couple of times.

Oh… So, you were one of those types huh?

It was if you were some humanized version of a golden retriever. Your eyes that were supposed filled with terror or hatred were still as sparkly and innocent before you began. You were loyal to him to a fault and he honestly doubted you could bring it in your heart to even hate him.

It was annoying but it wasn’t that big of a problem. He could always break you in other ways.

However, that’s not exactly what was troubling him right now.

Fluttering? Or, Bubbles?

Whatever it was, he didn’t understand why he was feeling this sort of way. Especially seeing you look at him like that. With that love filled look…

“Pariston…” You mumble out, your voice slightly slurred. “Are you okay? Are you done?”

Are you okay?

Those three words ring in Pariston’s head. Eventually, causing him to break his composure and let out a light laugh.

“Aw. Did I leave you high and dry? Here I’ll fix that.” Pariston calls out. A slight shiver going up his spine as he hears you let out a small moan as he slips back into your dripping cunt.

You know what, he didn’t care how strange you were making him feeling.

Whether you looked at him with loved dazed eyes…

Or cried out how much you hated him with those kissable lips of yours.

Either way, he would enjoy every bit of playing with you. You had the rest of your miserable lives to try it out after all.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #pariston #pariston hill #pariston x reader #pariston hill x reader #hxh pariston

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creativityobsessed · 5 years ago

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Be Brave Adachi, or the musical shaping of episodes 1-4

Part 1: Episode 1

Ok folks, buckle up. @ohmypreciousgirl asked me for more music meta and I need exactly ZERO arm twisting for that to happen, so I immediately put on my listening ears and musicologist hat and started my eleventy first rewatch. Since I’m currently only through episode 4 on this rewatch, and I have a page and a half of notes, I’m gonna put in a Read More so that I don’t take up the next 5 miles of the tags. You might be interested if:

You like music

You’re interested in detailed analysis of character development

You’re wondering why the heck those scenes where Adachi is having all the anxiety are so dang effective.

The answer, of course, is that the music helps to shape the exact moments that Adachi makes steps towards character growth. Under the cut, you’ll find out exactly how it’s doing that.

This will be a 4-part series, running over the next 4 days because I got halfway through episode 3 and realized that yall did NOT want a 10 page paper in a single tumblr post. Plus then I can extend the series to include the rest of the episodes later.

So. Without further ado.

Episode 1 (If you’d like to watch/listen along, cue up 19:45 in episode 1* now.)

At the beginning of the show, we’re introduced to Adachi, the shy, introverted, anxious klutz. He tells us lots of things about himself, most of which include some reference to either his lack of bravery or his self-esteem which is currently so low that it seems to be floating somewhere in the Marianas Trench. Aside from the opening scene with the bike (which many of us, myself included, have hypothesized comes from some kind of future) the music is mostly laid-back, a little jazzy, and repetitive. Adachi’s office scenes come with a walking bass/guitar line that never really finds a melody, and reminds me of nothing more than generic 90s/early 2000s slice-of-life “this is every day” music. His Adachi-at-home music is gently strummed guitar, slow and kind of lethargic, mirroring the way Adachi just floats through life. The main exception is Adachi’s monologue on Kurosawa, which is fast paced, march-like, and jaunty - a reflection of how Adachi sees Kurosawa before the events of the show.

And then, at the end of the episode, that changes, and we get something new for the first time. Adachi is processing the new revelation that Kurosawa actually does like him, and he has just finished telling himself that Kurosawa must have gone crazy to like someone like him. There has been no musical accompaniment since they were in the office together. Kurosawa wraps the scarf around Adachi’s neck and Adachi hears Kurosawa’s inner monologue, cataloging the things he likes about Adachi.

This speech is obviously a turning point for Adachi, but we can be more specific than that. For Kurosawa’s first couple of points, we’re still in silence, and Adachi is looking down. We can imagine that he’s doing his own mental list that starts something like “yeah but…” But after the line “He’s actually an extremely kind and nice guy,” Adachi looks up at Kurosawa, and finally, after two whole minutes of silence in the soundtrack, a new kind of cue comes in.

This new cue is the antithesis of the rest of the soundtrack. It’s fully acoustic (with a little bit of reverb) and played on the piano, an instrument that the composer has not yet used. What’s more, the fragment that the piano repeats is completely unstable. We have no idea what key we’re in (yet. Spoiler, it’ll be A-major, eventually). [warning: technical stuff starts here, if you don’t care about specifics, jump to the /endTechnical tag] It starts with a first inversion D-major chord (in later iterations, IV^6) that attempts to resolve to G-D-A which is NOT a chord, or rather, it could be any number of chords but without a 3rd somewhere in there we don’t know which it is.

Ok, ok, so, resolution failed. Let’s try again! D-major^6 and then instead of going down to D, the A goes up a M3 to C-sharp, making G-E-C-sharp - WHOOPS that’s a tritone, less resolution than the first time. To be fair, the tritone is pretty far apart, and there’s an E floating around in the middle, so it doesn’t feel as teeth grinding-ly gross as your average Danse Macabre, but it SURE AS HELL doesn’t feel resolved either. [/endTechnical]

And we go back and forth between these two VERY unresolved phrases. It’s like we’re (read: Adachi is) stuck asking new questions that he doesn’t have any answers for. It’s unsettling and we spend almost 30 seconds just sitting there feeling unresolved, trying again and again in different octaves, with slightly different notes in the (almost inaudible) string parts-- nothing works. Adachi is not ready to move beyond the questions themselves, so the music doesn’t either, ending on a high unresolved note with Kurosawa’s “Wait.”^

And that’s IT. No resolution. The next musical cue is after enough dead space that our metaphorical ear palate has been cleansed (which is good, cause we jump from quasi-A major to a sequential figure with at least FOUR FLATS - about as distant a key as you can get). To get resolution for the Questioning cue, we’re going to have to wait.

And wait and wait, because that’s it for tonight yall! Episode 2 coming tomorrow!

Continue to part 2

[Although, real quick, before we move on to Episode 2, I just wanna mention that I love that Adachi’s fears about Kurosawa’s crush are scored with a very speedy bebop style cue while Kurosawa’s actual fantasies might as well be a Bach Oratorio COMPLETE WITH METRONOME, because if you needed to shorthand “antithesis” musically I’m not sure I could think of a better way of doing it, short of using screamo metal and Hildegard von Bingen lol.]

*All video timings and quotes are from Irozuku Subs videos. If you’re watching somewhere else, your mileage may vary slightly.

^As an English speaker I love the parallelism in how American English speakers use a rising tone to indicate questions, but I don’t know enough about Japanese to know if that transfers.

#cherry magic #cherry magic! thirty years of virginity can make you a wizard?!#adachi kiyoshi #music meta #someone: can you tell me more about the music? Me: OH BOY CAN I!!!#Look if Ao3 had an audience for ACTUAL ACADEMIC ANALYSIS PAPERS that I don't have to do footnotes and academic english for #I would be the most prolific author they ever had #(not really but also yes really)#acafandom

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dragoqueen · 4 years ago

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Whoops! Wrong Way 3/8

Summary: Peter has been living at Avengers Tower for 2 years, known to the workers and Avengers as Peter Parker-Stark-Rogers. When his teacher announces that they're going on a field trip to Avengers Tower, or SI, he's going to have to attempt to survive a day of embarrassment and keeping a secret identity.

Words: 2023

And here it was, the day of his death. The day of his misery. The day all his worst nightmares would come true. Friday... the field trip.

He had done all he could to convince each and every avenger to not mess with him. He got positive answers from Bruce, Steve, and Thor. However, he was going to have to deal with the rest in any way he could. He had tried to figure out their plan, knowing that they stayed up at night to plan his demise. However, he couldn't figure out a single thing. He had the bright idea to try and figure out what they were doing when he arrived by asking FRIDAY but until then he was doomed.

Tony woke him up an extra 30 minutes earlier than he usually did, not wanting Peter to be late for the field trip. The only good thing he had gotten out of it was that Bucky and Steve had gotten up early too to cook him a smorgasbord of food. He quickly scarfed down enough food to last him the beginning of the day before changing into his outfit and meeting Happy downstairs to get a ride to school.

Somehow, despite getting up early and getting a ride with Happy instead of walking, he was almost late. Almost. He made sure to spend extra long eating his food in hope that he would miss the bus and the school would just make him attend normal classes. Unfortunately, he was just in time to get on the bus and clamber to the back where Ned and MJ were sitting. Sadly, Flash wasn't too far from them either which made the ride to the tower, which he had planned on spending sulking and dying inside, worse.

Flash spent the entirety of the bus ride making jokes of Peter and insulting him. Most of them were intern-related, reminding Peter how he "didn't have an actual internship at Stark Industries" and "wasn't even smart enough to get an internship even at McDonalds". Luckily, before Peter knew it, they had arrived at the tower and the teacher was trying to keep them quiet so he could go check them in and make sure everything was ready.

Then, he got them out of the bus and lined them up in the lobby of the tower for their tour guide to explain the rules to them and hand out their badges. "Alright everyone. I'm Mars and I'm going to be your tour guide today. First, I know you all signed NDA's so please remember anything that happens in this tower that could be secretive you will be forced not to tell anyone or risk getting sued and, let me tell you, we have some very good lawyers. Speaking of the NDA, we are also going to have to confiscate your phones so we don't have you taking pictures or recording things. So I'm going to come by and hold out a basket I expect you to all place your phones in." Mars began walking down the row of children, having them all drop their phones in. when he got to the back where Ned, Peter, and MJ were, he just smiled at them and walked away, having already recognized them and knew that they were authorized to have their phones. Then, he returned to the front of the line where he placed the basket on the counter of the security desk and resumed his place at the front of the line.

"Now, first up on our tour is the Avengers museum. There are all of the first, fails, and worthy achievements of the Avengers. Everything from suits to fun facts can be found there. You will have 45 minutes to wander around before we head up to the intern labs so no dilly-dallying. However, first you're going to have to go through these scanners and scan your badge. For example..." Mars walks to the metal archway and scans his lanyard on the scanner before stepping through. The voice of FRIDAY spooks everyone except for Mars, Peter, MJ, and Ned, "Mars Bars, level 4, access limited."

"What the heck was that?" Cindy asks.

"That was FRIDAY. She's an AI that Tony built, she basically runs this building. But, back on track. Who's next?"

"Me!" Flash shouts, pushing his way to the front and scanning his lanyard before walking through, smug and confident that he was first.

"Eugene Thompson, Level 1, access very limited."

Flash smirks at his name being said by something that Tony Stark created. He walks forward to stand next to Mars while his next classmate goes. One by one, each of the students scan and walk through for Friday to announce their name and the same level and access type. Up until it was MJ's turn. She did the same as all of her other classmates, scanning her lanyard and then stepping through the metal archway but this time FRIDAY announces, "Michelle Jones, "Boss Girl" level 9, full access. Should I alert Scary Girl or Ms. Potts of your arrival?"

"No, that's okay FRIDAY. I'm on a field trip."

"Okay, have a good time." FRIDAY responds, causing everyone to stare at MJ in surprise. She just smirked before returning to her normal glare and stepped into the cluster of kids. Next was Ned, "Ned Leeds, "that one annoying hacker kid" level 9, full access. Shall I alert Science Bro #2 of your arrival?"

"No, FRIDAY. Bruce knows I'm on a field trip. Thanks though."

"Enjoy your time." FRIDAY answers.

Same procedure. The entire class stares at Ned in wonder and confusion. He blushes in response to the sudden attention and takes his spot in the cluster next to MJ. Last in line was Peter. He had been fearing this moment, knowing that he had the highest level in the tower, next to the other Avengers. Plus his nickname from Tony and Clint was sure to cause some questions to arise. However, dutifully, he stepped up and scanned his lanyard and stepped through. "Peter Parker, "Mini-Stark" level 10, full access. Would you like me to alert Mr. Stark of your arrival?"

"No! I mean... no that's alright FRIDAY. He probably knows I'm here anyways."

"Enjoy your trip, Peter."

He inwardly groans at the fact that she called him Mini-Stark, but was happy she had called him Peter Parker, rather than Peter Parker-Stark-Rogers. Tony must have cared somewhat of Peter's confidentiality if he changed that. He ignores the stares from his classmates and the smirk from Mars as he joins MJ and Ned in the middle of the group. "Alright, continuing with the tour if you will all join me in this elevator we will go up to the Avengers museum,"

While they all walk over to the elevator and begin piling into the cramped space. When Peter's in, Mars asks FRIDAY to take them up to the 12th floor where the Avengers museum was. Flash leans over and whispers into Peter's ear, "hey, Penis, how'd you manage to hack the AI to make it seem like you and your nerd friends have such a high access? We all know you're lying so just give up." Peter sighs and doesn't say anything, opting to move out of reach of Flash so that MJ is blocking them.

A/N:

For the sake of my sanity let's assume it's a big and strong elevator that holds all like 25-30 of his class okay? Thanks y'all

The door opens to the museum and the class spills out and begins exploring all of the corners of the museum. Each section was dedicated to a specific Avenger. The kids who wanted a more in depth explanation of things stayed by Mars who was walking around and giving his little "tour guide spiel" about the museum. Peter, MJ, and Ned, who had already explored the museum many times, walked around leisurely to explore different things that appeared to have been updated since the last time they were here.

At one point, Ned dragged Peter excitedly to a new section where Tony had added in a Spider-Man section. Peter observed the information happily...

" 1. Spider-Man prefers hanging from the wall than standing on the floor

2. Spider-Man's favorite snack is gummies.

3. Spider-Man is deathly afraid of spiders. "

"Dude, you're afraid of spiders? How?"

"First of all, shut it. Second, just because I have spider-like powers doesn't mean I like the creature. They're freaky."

Ned just laughs and continues to explore the exhibit. Peter looks over the things and makes a mental note to thank his dads later. The things included in it were incredible, a plaque with the phrase, "with great power comes great responsibility." And referencing his Uncle Ben. His first suit was also in a display case along with some of his old web fluid and a physical design of his webs that wouldn't disintegrate.

Suddenly, he felt an eerie presence provided by his Spidey Sense. He looked around the room, trying to detect where the threat warning could be coming from. Flash and his goons were all in a different section so it definitely wasn't them. And no one else was really around that could be threatening. Just then, he got a warning that someone was going to be coming out of the vents in 3... 2... 1... he stepped out of the way just in time to watch Clint fall out of the vents and crumple onto the ground. Then he jumps right up as if nothing had happened and smiles at Peter. (A/N: Clint was the imposter)

"Clint what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to embarrass you. But also Bucky made cookies this morning and Morgan threatened to take away my venting privileges if I didn't bring any to you."

"And you got scared of a 6 year old because... why?"

"She's scary. Also she has Wanda and Pepper on her side."

"Ooh, yeah. You'd better watch out for that. But, Bucky made cookies? Gimme."

Clint grins and reaches into his pocket to grab a cookie that's wrapped in a plastic bag. It's a triple chocolate cookie with extra chocolate chunks. The cookie is still warm so Peter can only assume it came out of the oven moments before. He takes a bite into it and it almost melts in his mouth. He lets out a sigh of comfort and tucks the cookie, in the plastic bag, into his pocket.

By this time someone had noticed that The Hawkeye was here and had shouted to the rest of the group. A crowd had gathered around him and were all shouting questions.

"What's your favorite thing about being an Avenger?"

"Whos' the scariest Avenger?"

"How do you know Pen- Peter?"

Peter cringes at the last one. He's sure Clint hears it and his suspicions are only confirmed when Clint's casual smile disappears and he turns to glare at Flash. "What did you call Peter?"

"I- uh.. I called him Peter, sir."

"Is that right? Mmh... you better watch yourself kid. And you'll have time to ask questions at the Q & A at the end of the tour with some of the other Avengers."

"Uh... Q & A? That's not on the list of things to do." Mars comments, having migrated over to where the crowd of kids had formed.

"One of your co-workers will inform you of the change in schedule during lunch. Don't worry, it was pre-approved by Tony."

"Mr. Stark? Oh, well... okay cool. Anyways, I think it's time Mr. Barton has to go. After all, we have to continue on with our tour as our 45 minutes are up. Everyone say bye to him."

A majority of goodbyes are shouted out, along with quite a few phone numbers. Clint gives them a mock salute before jumping back in the vents and crawling off to who knows where. Peter only calms down when his heightened senses are no-longer able to hear Clint clambering through the vents. Mars leads them all into the elevator and the doors slide shut, taking them up to their next destination, the intern labs.

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