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“He’s a better fuck.”

She shrugs a shoulder, stopping smack in the middle of the circle to sit cross -legged on the floor. There’s really no telling how long he plans on keeping her here, she might as well get a little comfortable.

Max laughs to herself at the mention of her comfort zone; getting out of hers sure as hell doesn’t involve getting stuck in some half-assed demon trap that, now that Max thinks about it, might be one that was left over from the last time one of his brothers trapped her down here.

“My kind… You mean women or demons?” She cocks her head to the side with a smirk. “‘Cause the talk down below is that you take a little too much after Daddy, and we all know how fond he was of kicking the shit outta both.”

“I doubt that,” Bruce says, chuckling.

At her comment about his father, though, Bruce unintentionally sits upright, almost as if he’s going to lunge for her. The urge comes and goes in a flash, though- that’s what she wants, to rile him up. If she knows anything about Jay, then she knows that Frank is a sore spot for all of them. Albeit in different ways for Bruce, at least.

He breathes through his nose and rolls his shoulders, maintaining a sense of composure.

“He did what he had to,” he comments casually. Bruce doesn’t fully intend to get into it over what his father did or didn’t do with a demon. After a moment, he stands up and crosses the room to a cabinet- from it he draws a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. “You want a drink, yeah? While I pour this, why don’t you tell me exactly what it is you’ve been doin’ with Jay.”

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jackass-of-spades‌:

Andy chooses to mostly ignore Bruce’s needling, this time. So what if his vocabulary is better, it’s because he’s slept through a better education than the other man could have even dreamed of. He’s obviously just jealous. Instead he just scoffs at the suggestion, dusting off the arm of his expensive leather jacket.

“Why? I don’t owe those assholes anything.” Andy chuckles, and shoots Bruce a smirk over his shoulder. “Anyway, who said anything about beer? I said I had good stuff.”

Feeling pretty pleased with himself, Andy turns and starts sauntering off in the direction of his room in the Administration building. Bruce can follow if he wants, though Andy’s pretty sure he will.

Bruce cocks an eyebrow at him as he goes, admittedly curious. He was just hoping a halfway decent brand name beer. But if Andy’s holding out harder shit, well... he’s not about to turn that down.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he comments, mostly to himself, trudging through the snow behind Andy. His mind runs wild- what kind of stuff would they actually let him have? He’s administration for God’s sake (although only on a technicality, Bruce is sure). Bruce can tell just from her voice that the bitch up the mountain doesn’t want anyone working under her to have fun. God forbid. So what the hell is someone like Andy managing to sneak in?

Bruce takes another big puff of his cigarette until it’s barely more than a butt, then flicks it at the back of Andy’s head.

“Hey, you better fuckin’ have food up here too. Something... crunchy.”

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loveuntostrangers‌:

She crosses her arms, the irritation radiating off her small frame. Bruce has never been one for empathy towards his brothers- Shirley’s not sure why she’d expect him to suddenly change his ways. 

Distantly, she considers getting her husband, putting his powers to work against Bruce but…no, she can do this herself.

“They’re both offensive powers, yeah; and they’re both controlled through similar emotions- but otherwise they’re totally different. It’s…”

Shirley frowns, considering.

“’s like when you n’ Ben were younger, and he hit his growth spurt a lil before you, remember? A witch’s powers come at different times for everyone. You n’ your brother got ‘em early, but Denny’s had his since before he was born. Calvin’s just a late bloomer.”

“He did not get his growth spurt before me. Ben’s always been the one playing catchup!”

They both know he’s lying about that, so he opts not to fight it much more. Still, the reminder frustrates him- not just because he hates to remember that Ben always went through his changes first, but because Shirley is sort of... right. Ugh, just thinking it makes him want to roll his eyes right into the back of his head. On the off chance she sees, though, he decides not to. He’d never hear the end of it.

“Denny’s a freak far as I’m concerned- no offense, Shirley- so he doesn’t really count,” Bruce grumbles. “The universe felt bad for giving him the worst power so he got to get it right off the bat. And y’know, I’ve heard of late bloomers, but... don’t you think this is kinda much?”

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Max rolls her shoulders, the look of irritation melting into something more of a scowl. How fucking dare he? How fucking dare he call her down here to the shit end of Boston, just to “”talk””?? With a huff, Max begins to pace within the confines of the trap, her black soulless eyes maintaining a steady contact with his.

“Well, you’ve got me where you want me. But since I’m stuck here, and since we’re talking- I think it’s fair for you to know: I’m not actually that busy, I just go out of my way to avoid you. You ever think about how big brother doesn’t have any trouble calling me to talk?”

Bruce’s face twists, momentarily indignant- he honestly can’t imagine why anyone would want to avoid him- but then it falls and he laughs it off, as if she is only saying it to tease him.

“I think he’s an easy target for you, and you know it’d be harder to get me to put up with your bullshit,” he says comments. Jay may be the oldest, but it definitely doesn’t make him the strongest of the bunch- he lacks self-control and willpower, traits that Max probably gobbles up like candy. 

“You need to step out of your comfort zone every now and again, Maxie. We have so much untapped potential... and I’m willing to work with you. Oughta be flattered, really. Normally I’m all about kicking the shit out of your kind.”

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ariel wanted me to draw bruce bugging max but i accidentally read it as hugging

they kind of go hand in hand though so it all works out

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(the sounds of everyone groaning in the distance)

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jackass-of-spades‌:

Andy isn’t sure what reaction he’d been expecting Bruce to have; he rarely puts that much thought into the things he says, anyway. Whatever it was, it wasn’t Bruce getting all up in his face like that, grinning at him in a truly infuriating way. He’s also really not expecting the way his body responds, seemingly without any input from his brain; the way his face starts to feel hot, and how his heartbeat suddenly pounds in his ears. Damnit, he can’t let Bruce get him all angry and worked up, it’s obviously exactly what he wants.

“God, shut up.” 

Andy rolls his eyes dramatically and, even though Bruce is already pulling back, he gives the other man’s chest a performative shove as he pushes away from the wall. 

“I mean my personal stash. Good shit. Expensive shit. Better than the swill you’re probably used to drinking.” 

“Swill? What fuckin’ year were you born that you actually say swill?” Bruce snorts, nearly losing his cigarette. Despite his word choice, Andy isn’t necessarily wrong- it’s not like TFI provides them with high quality imported beer or anything. No, just the cheapest, local shit they can get. It works in a pinch, but Bruce would kill someone (for real) to get some American beer.

“Bet you’d make more friends around here if you got mercenaries better beer than that piss-filled river water they give us now,” he comments thoughtfully.

He leans back, taking another drag, and imagines that Andy probably doesn’t actually give much of a shit about what they drink. As long as the prissy baby gets the good stuff all for himself... of course, as it stands, Bruce only has to share with him instead of everyone.

“Alright, then,” Bruce says abruptly, pushing himself off the wall and standing at full height. He pockets his hands. “You got such good shit? Prove it.”

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jackass-of-spades‌:

Andy smokes his cigarette in aloof silence, only offering a scoff at Bruce’s exciting list of activities. Clearly the big guy doesn’t have much imagination.

“Hey, I work. You think it’s easy being at the beck and call of those psychos up there?” He waves his cigarette towards the Administration building. “That Pauling dame is hot but she’s a real hardass.”

Really, Andy only has the vaguest understanding of what the mercs do all day; he’d zoned out through most of the orientation they’d forced him to sit through, and what had filtered through made it sound like a lot of running around. Hardly much worse than what he does (or avoids doing) all day.

“Yeah, sure.” Andy rolls his eyes, not putting much stock in Bruce’s claim. Sure, maybe there are more women among the mercs than he’d been expecting when his dad shipped him out here, but nearly all of them seem to be stuck up bitches. So far only that Max chick had even given him the time of day. Him. If Andy, the obvious better choice, with his expensive clothes and nice hair, couldn’t get easy tail around here, he refuses to believe Bruce can.

“Anyway, only the last two of those aren’t completely pathetic. I know where to get some good drink, but for that other one…” Finishing his cigarette and flicking the end the same direction Bruce had, Andy looks over at the other man and smirks insultingly. “You’re not really my type.”

Bruce rolls his eyes and chuckles. With one hand in his pocket, he turns to fully face Andy, bending down to get right up in his face. 

“I’m everybody’s type.” 

After a beat, he reaches around to the pocket that Andy retrieved his cigarette from and takes another. He takes it between his teeth, gives him a shit-eating grin, and adds, “Fag.” Just for emphasis.

Bruce pulls away then, pulling his lighter out and taking another drag. Andy might be a whiny, insufferable bitch, but it’s easy to get under his skin, and that keeps him at least mildly interesting. Besides, he figures it’s good to have a “friend” in administration- Pauling and the doctor are absolutely out of the question, for obvious reasons. Andy is his best bet at squeezing some perks out of this job... And, if his mention of getting good drinks is any indication, he might not be totally useless.

“Now when you say good drinks,” he continues, cigarette still hanging out the corner of his mouth, “Do you mean actual good drinks or pussy drinks?”

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Booze it or Lose it Brucie

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bruce hutchins, bara ass lumberjack and super-tough ex-football player with an ego the size of jupiter, whose job is setting people on fire everyday

is scared of geese

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jackass-of-spades‌:

Andy really doesn’t like when other guys have height on him. Particularly when they like to use it against him like Bruce does. It messes with his innate sense of superiority; a lot of things about Bruce do that. 

 Shaking the hair from his eyes peevishly, Andy crosses his arms and sulks. He sullenly refuses to look away from that challenging eye contact while Bruce smokes his cigarette; he considers trying to grab for it again, but rejects the idea. He’s got more, anyway, a benefit of being able to buy your own instead of bumming them off others. So he sumps back into his uncaring posture, and when Bruce tosses the butt away Andy pulls another out and lights it. 

“Tch. If I wasn’t stuck in this backwater, I’d have plenty of people to hang out with.” Avoiding the pointed question in order to bitch is as easy as breathing. No use acknowledging that, other than that saucy brunette he’s definitely totally gonna seal the deal with any day now, Bruce really is just about his only option.  For some reason the other mercs seem to avoid him.

They’re probably intimidated. Their loss. Andy doesn’t care. With continued paranoid glances at Bruce (because he probably would steal the second one too just to be a dick) he finally manages to get his nicotine fix, inhaling sharply enough to make him cough a bit on the exhale.

“What do you people even do for fun out here?”

Bruce simply hums in response to his protest- they both know that Andy isn’t exactly a beacon of friendliness, so Bruce has a hard time imagining he has many more friends in the general population.

At his question, Bruce simply shrugs, moving to lean against the wall beside him. What he considers fun probably isn’t exactly what Andy considers fun- he is entirely content spending his days jerking off, eating, and watching tv. But the fact that Andy is asking at all implies he’s actually looking for something significant to do. Big mistake coming from someone who willingly opted to work for a company like TFI.

“Watch tv. Sleep. Drink. Fuck, mostly,” Bruce answers simply after a moment, knowing full well it’s not the answer he’s looking for. “Works just fine for me. ‘Course, most of us are here doing actual work every day, so it’s not like we have much time for anything else. Some people go off base, but I figure there’s plenty of bitches to fuck here, and I’m not gonna find much better out here in rural fuckin’ France.”

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“That’s the greatest thing someone can do –– try...

Shirley give a short, irritated sigh shakes her head. “You know… your ma was th’ same way when she was younger. She had to try real hard to be as good as she is. I’m just sayin’, maybe you should be a lil more considerate of your brother.”

“That’s different. She does, like... crazy brain stuff and shit. Obviously, that’s gonna take a while to perfect. But Calvin...” He trails off, still making the same sour face.

“He literally does the same thing I do, just a little more... yanno, zappy,” Bruce says, gesturing vaguely. He huffs and settles for propping his chin on his hand. “I had control over this shit by the time I was in my preteens.”

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17 for each of my hutchins sons pls

17) What they’d sing at karaoke

OLDEST TO YOUNGEST

Jay - Faithfully/JourneyDenny - Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen if he can perform with his brothers, but solo he’d either do I Believe in a Thing Called Love/The Darkness or Somebody to Love/Queen. basically anything queenNat - Lithium/NirvanaClint - Even Flow/Pearl JamClay - Under Pressure/David Bowie but only if Denny will do it with him, otherwise Fame/BowieBen & Bruce - legally obligated to only perform together, and they always do No Sleep Til Brooklyn/Beastie Boys except they change Brooklyn to BostonCalvin - Hungry Like the Wolf/Duran Duran, consistency across all au’s

they’ll change it up occasionally of course but this is pretty much the go-to solo setlist, obv not including songs they perform together, songs they perform when theyre on the verge of being blackout drunk, depression songs, etc

if worse comes to worse just assume everyone will either do queen or journey

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Send me a character and a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:

1) Something this character is truly proud of.

2) Who they want to please the most. 

3) Who depends on them. 

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. 

5) A cherished personal belonging. 

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back

7) This character’s favorite character

8) What kind of car they would drive. 

9) What calms them when they are upset. 

10) How they deal with pain. 

11) This character’s favorite piece or pieces of clothing. 

12) How they sleep. 

13) What kind of parent they would be. 

14) How they did in school

15) What cologne or perfume they would use

16) Their sexuality

17) What they’d sing at karaoke

18) Special talents they have

19) When they feel safest

20) Household chore they hate the most

21) Their fondest childhood memory

22) How they spend their money. 

23) What kind of alcohol they drink

24) What they wish they could change about themselves

25) What other people wish they could change about them

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