#brett register

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Demonia (1990)

[mariocki]

Demonia (1990)

"If you try to find out more, when you think you're about to discover something, that's the moment you find a lot of nothing. These people only know one answer, the silent kind. There's something I've learned during my stay, and I hope you'll believe me: they'd kill to keep their secrets safe."

[cultfaction]

Preview- Demonia (Limited Edition Bluray)

Preview- Demonia (Limited Edition Bluray)

NO EVIL DEED GOES UNDONE. Like many of his contemporaries, Godfather of Gore Lucio Fulci (City of the Living Dead, Don’t Torture a Duckling) found his career on a downturn at the end of the 1980s as the bottom fell out of the Italian horror movie market. While much of his latter-day output went straight to video, these low-budget productions nonetheless offer up some diamonds in the rough, among…

[feyhunter78]

This new sweet, nerdy Miguel has me FERAL!!!!! HE'S SO CUTE I CAN'T —😩😩😩😩

I need some jealousy from him~ How do you imagine he acts when he feels jealous? He gets quiet and aloof, trying to avoid y/n so she don't notice? Or he gets angry and tries to mark territory? Hehe

AHH THANK YOUUUUU

I definitely want to write a full jealousy fic for him but I’ll give you a sprinkling of my thoughts while I plan for a full fic🫣

So, in the beginning before y’all get together he’s very quiet, really draws into himself, tries to act normal but is just a lot more reserved.

He’s afraid to voice how he feels because he doesn’t want to creep you out. (Gabriel got in his head. Bless his heart the poor boy is trying to help his brother, but he’s going about it the wrong way)

Very much a situation where he’s absent from class for a week or so because he gets sick and when he comes back he realizes another guy in class has been helping you with your notes.

You smile at the new guy, thank him in that sweet way you always thank Miguel and his stomach just churns and his chest starts aching. For a second he thinks he’s still sick, but when you smile at him and ask how he’s feeling the pain in his chest disappears.

He brushes it off, thanks you quietly for your concern, and throws himself into his work. For the first week you shrug it off thinking he’s still not feeling well, but after a while you end up confronting him which leads to:

“I just—I saw you and Brett, and, I’m glad you got help with your notes but you know you could’ve come to me.” He’s leaning against the wall, the wall you’ve trapped him against with your determined attitude and your inability to register when you’re invading his personal space.

“Miguel you were home, sick, and I didn’t want to bother you.” You remind him, your voice soft, tinged with concern.

He looks down at his feet, his shoulders hunched, his whole body curled in on itself. “You’re never a bother, not to me, so don’t—please don’t go looking somewhere else.”

But, when y’all get together???? Game changer. He’s still shy and he’s still the same Miguel you knew before but he’s more confident, he knows you won’t find it weird or creepy that he feels territorial over you. Now when a frat guy looks your way a bit too long in the courtyard he simply tilts your chin up with one finger and kisses you.

Of course his face is bright red after that and he buries it the crook of your neck, his big strong arms crushing you to his chest, and every time he does this you think it’s so cute.

If y’all are in private though, and say you have to go to a party or you’re going to be doing some joint event with a frat, he definitely likes sitting you in his lap and mouthing at your skin. Nothing too crazy on your neck, but he does leave a few large hickeys on your breasts, ones that sticks out from beneath the neckline of your shirt.

Just a bit of:

“Miguel! Come on, you know I didn’t bring any concealer.” You whine, your fingers tangled in his hair as his warm lips ghost over your skin, his tongue tracing the blossoming marks that trail down from your pulse point, dipping beneath the neckline of your shirt.

“I’m sorry mi dulce, I couldn’t help it, you look so pretty.” He says, as he dips his head biting down on the soft flesh of your breasts, his large hands holding them, pushing them up, his fang-like incisors scratching against your skin deliciously.

“I have to go, I’m going to be late for the mixer.” You try to tell him, your hands leaving his hair to lightly push at his chest.

One of his hands leaves your breasts, and spans your upper back keeping you pressed against him.

“Just one more? Please?” He asks, looking up at you with such adoration in his eyes you nearly grab your phone to text your sisters you’re not going to make it.

You sigh, but it’s halfhearted, playful, indulging. “One more.”

He smiles and captures your lips one more throughly distracting you as he lays you down on the couch under him.

[wilwheaton]

Only Chris Christie stood up and said that “regardless of what you think about the legality of Trump’s actions,” someone had to “stop normalizing the conduct.” He went on to say that Trump’s “conduct is beneath the level of the office.” Chris Christie may have a noble intent, but he happens to be a terrible messenger. In a new Des Moines Register/NBC News/ Mediacom Iowa poll published Monday, Christie has a mind-blowing 60% “unfavorable” rating. That’s probably a higher number than the Ken dolls in the “Barbie” movie. And yet Christie forged ahead in a mission that is either full-on kamikaze or the only strategy with the slightest chance of actually taking down Trump. He did land a few hard punches, but with Trump nowhere to be seen, the impact of those zingers was neutralized. His reward for calling out Trump’s behavior as “beneath the level of the office” -- a simple recitation of reality – was that the Republicans in the hall showered Christie with catcalls and boos. The boos rose to a decibel level where Christie was drowned out. FOX moderator Brett Baier made the extraordinary gesture of turning and admonishing the audience. But that moment is really all you need to know about today’s Republican Party. Chris Christie was making a fair and, in fact, wildly understated point: that Trump’s conduct is beneath the dignity of the office. But today’s Republican Party cannot handle the truth.

You Want the Truth, Republicans? Debate Proves You Can’t Handle the Truth.

[eurotrip]

1970 Aston Martin DBS from The Persuaders driven by Roger Moore.

The most famous Aston Martin DBS is without doubt the one which appeared in the 1970’s British television series The Persuaders. Although it appears to be a V8, the car featured in the series was in fact a straight 6 equipped with DBS V8 alloy wheels. Chassis number DBS/5636/R, was registered as BS 1 (although in real life PPP 6H) and was painted in Bahama Yellow.

This DBS in the hands of Lord Brett Sinclair, was without doubt one of the stars of the series, opposite the DINO 246 GT driven by mischievous American Danny Wilde. The series was broadcast in Britain on ITV from 17th September 1971 to 25th February 1972, and in France from 3rd October 1972 on the ORTF’s second channel. It soon became a major hit. Unfortunately The Persuaders came to an end after only one season and a total of 24 episodes which are now considered cult TV. The "Bahama Yellow" DBS is fondly remembered by many, and several 6 cylinder and V8 DBS’s have been painted in the same colour by car owners who are also fans of the series.

Between April 1994 and Autumn 1997, the original DBS driven by Roger Moore was totally restored by Aston Works Service in Newport Pagnell and both Roger Moore at Pinewood Studios in 2003 and Tony Curtis at the Cheltenham Literature Festival in 2008 (two years before he died in 2010) signed the interior of the boot lid. DBS/5636/R is now owned by Ed Stratton who maintains the car with care but does not hesitate to drive it as often as he can, for the greater pleasure of the series fans.

[batmannotes]

The Epic Saga Concludes with Part Three of the Highly Anticipated Trilogy!

Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part Three   

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Produced by Warner Bros. Animation, DC and Warner Bros. Home Entertainment, the all-new, action-packed DC animated film features some of DC’s most famous Super Heroes from multiple universes including Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman, who come together to stop an impending threat of doom and destruction. Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part Three will be available to purchase exclusively on digital on July 16 and on 4K UHD in limited edition steelbook packaging and Blu-ray on July 23.

Fans of this superhero adventure will also be able to indulge in a range of bonus features including interviews with the filmmakers on how they created a comprehensive universe across seven films.

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Now fully revealed as the ultimate threat to existence, the ANTI-MONITOR wages an unrelenting attack on the surviving Earths that struggle for survival in a pocket universe. One-by-one, these worlds and all their inhabitants are vaporized! On the planets that remain, even time itself is shattered and heroes from the past join the Justice League and their rag-tag allies against the epitome of evil. But as they make their last stand, will the sacrifice of the superheroes be enough to save us all?​

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A Multiverse of Inspiration

Jon and John: Stewart and Constantine

Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Trilogy (Digital only)

An Epic Challenge: Crisis in Comics and Animation

Running Time: 98:06

Rated PG-13 for some violence and language.

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[deanstead]

He's Coming Now

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: A car crash sends Y/N into emergency labor.

Word Count: 1,327

Warnings: canon typical mentions of car crash, injuries, emergency labor

A/N: This took way too long oops? I kind of entered one of the most serious slumps I’ve been in for the entire year so this almost feels like teething. But anyway, I had to change quite a lot of stuff from the original request to fit what I felt I could write but I still hope you guys like this! As always, thanks to my beta partner @mertes4cker

WILL HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

One minute you were heading towards home in a car full of groceries, the next you were being roused by a familiar voice, with a ringing in your ears.

“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?”

Your vision swam in front of you, before you recognized the blonde hair that framed the familiar face that was hovering in front of you as Sylvie Brett.

“Sylvie…?”

Sylvie let out a small smile. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re gonna get you out of here, alright?”

That’s when you remembered - the screech of tires, the sound of a long honk, the impact of a much larger vehicle crashing into the side of your car. And coupled with the pain you were feeling everywhere, you knew you’d been in an accident.

It was just then that you felt a cramp rip through your stomach.

“The baby…” You groaned, trying to turn to look at her properly now when you realized she’d already put the neck brace on you.

“We got you, alright? Try not to move.” Sylvie reassured you, before she glanced at Kelly, who nodded.

Matt climbed into the back of the car now. “Hey, Y/N. How are you doing?”

“Matt, I think he’s coming.” You said, your voice trembling as you felt another contraction and you felt Matt shift around behind you.

“Okay, just listen to my voice, alright?” Matt said, keeping his voice even. “We’re going to get you out as fast as we can.”

Matt barked instructions and you heard him talk to Kelly while Sylvie called back for your attention. Matt worked as quickly as he could, gently draping a jacket over you before the loud sounds filled the car.

You tried to focus on your breathing, even though the loud sounds of the firefighters cutting through the metal of your car filled your ears, but what was even more distracting were the intensifying contractions.

You heard Sylvie hurry Matt along without saying too much, just as Matt lifted his jacket off of you.

As you concentrated on breathing, you realized they were already lifting you out. You could hear Matt’s voice but the pain was too distracting. You weren’t sure if anywhere else hurt because the contractions were coming quicker and with more intensity.

You felt a gripping fear wash over you as you realized your son wasn’t going to wait until you got to the hospital. Sylvie noticed the look on your contorted face and she gave Emily a discreet shake of her head, as they checked you out.

“Alright, Y/N. Look at me.” Sylvie’s voice was reassuring as she stepped up beside you. “He’s not waiting, alright?”

You nodded back at her, finally raising your head to glance at your friend. “He’s coming now.” You agreed, between breaths. The contractions were rising in intensity and coming faster.

You heard someone climb into the back of the ambulance, only registering Herrmann’s voice when he helped you up slightly so you could lean against him as Sylvie and Emily got ready for the emergency delivery.

“He’s already crowning.” Sylvie said, glancing up and Herrmann reached for your hand gently.

“Just breathe.” Herrmann reminded you, as Sylvie nodded.

“And push.”

Maggie put down the phone and glanced around the ED. “Alright people, we have incoming!”

Will headed straight for the front, as Maggie called out to him. “Dr Halstead. Not you.”

Will frowned, confused as Ethan nodded at Maggie and rushed ahead to join Connor. “Maggie… what?”

“It’s Y/N.” Maggie explained, as Will froze, almost like there was a ringing in his ears.

“What?”

Before Maggie could open her mouth again, the blaring of sounds that signaled their arrival made both of them look up and Will was already running. “Y/N? Y/N!”

“Will, wait. They delivered in the field.” Maggie pointed to where Sylvie was in another treatment room with Natalie. His struggle was almost visible. “Connor and Ethan have her and I’ll be there, alright? Go to your son.”

Will exhaled and nodded, turning in the opposite direction.

“Nat…”

Natalie turned to look at him and smiled, nodding at him. “Vitals look good, I’m going to send him upstairs. How’s Y/N?”

Will turned around to look back at the opposite treatment room before he turned back again to look at Natalie.

Natalie nodded. “Alright, come on. She’s in safe hands, Will. Why don’t you come up with us?”

Will nodded, glancing back at the tiny human that was lying in the cot now, barely believing that it was his son. “Congratulations, Will.” Natalie said softly, smiling.

Your eyes fluttered open again. Your whole body hurt but only one thought floated right to the top.

You sat up quickly, wincing at the pain that shot through your body, just as Will opened the door.

“Woah, Y/N!” Will reached you in two strides, a protective arm going around your shoulders like an instinct. “Slow.”

You glanced up at Will. “Will, the baby… he…”

Will just gave you a smile. “He’s good. He’s right behind me.”

He finished his sentence, just as Natalie arrived, pushing the cot ahead of her, where your son lay.

Will turned to help arrange the pillows behind your back, pushing you to lean back gently. “Slow.”

Natalie smiled before she gently put your son into your arms. “Will said you guys haven’t decided on a name so we’ve just put down Baby Boy Halstead on the label. I’ll give you guys some time.

Will nodded and smiled, thanking her before Will turned his eyes back to the both of you.

You smiled back up at him. “And everything was okay?”

Will exhaled, leaning in again to put an arm around you. “You were barely conscious when you arrived. Everything was not okay. Until now.”

You leaned your head against Will’s chest and he pressed his lips on the top of your head.

“So save for keeping his name as Baby Boy? Are we still going with Isaac?” Will asked you, a smile lacing his voice.

You gave a small chuckle and nodded. “We decided this months ago.”

Will smiled. “I know but just in case you felt different when you held him in your arms, or looked at his face.” He leaned in towards the baby in your arms as your son opened his eyes slowly, his little hand reaching out for Will’s finger.

“Isaac Halstead.” You whispered, smiling.

The nurse came in then to see if she could help you to nurse Isaac and Will nodded a greeting at the nurse. Isaac was quick on the uptake and you nodded at the nurse’s comment. “Probably smart like his father.” You answered with a smile.

After Isaac was done and the nurse had left, Will leaned back in to press a kiss to your temple but you turned your face up towards him and Will smiled as he pressed his lips against yours. “Thank god you’re both okay.” Will whispered.

You smiled. “Once I’m out of here, we need to go to 51.”

“No need.”

You glanced up at Herrmann’s voice, spotting Matt, Kelly and Sylvie. “Thought we’d come by to see how you were doing.”

You smiled, as they piled in, Matt and Kelly going around to the other side of the bed.

“Thanks guys, I…” Will started and Matt nodded, leaning over to shake Will's outstretched hand.

“We’re just glad they’re safe.” Matt answered just as they were joined by Connor, Ethan and Jay.

“Hey, I got here as fast I could… I…” Jay’s voice trailed off.

You smiled. “Hey Uncle Jay, get over here and meet your nephew.”

Will grinned, picking Isaac up and putting him gently in Jay’s arms.

Jay glanced up and smiled. “Congratulations, guys.”

You just glanced up at Will smiling, feeling the residual uneasiness thoroughly subside as your husband stood above you, your son sleeping soundly in Jay’s arms knowing that the three of you were surrounded by family.

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[fandomnsfw]

Changes pt 4 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: None!~ Just came to me brahh pt 4 (not sure how I feel about this pt though)

Warning: NONE!

ENJOY!!

*****

You sat down on the bleachers with Melissa, Sheriff, Chris, Derek Ethan, Mason and Lydia. The rest of the pack had been busy or were the ones playing. Chris was holding Melissa’s hand as he looked at the sheriff with a raised eyebrow. You frowned but chose not to say anything as you turned back to the field.

The whistle blew, Stiles managed to get the ball which caused your head to snap to Derek in shock. He didn’t even register your stare he was just grinning at the field which, caused you to look at the Sheriff with a curious gaze. The Sheriff had yet to notice Derek was staring at Stiles with goo goo eyes so you shrugged and got back to the game.

About 20 minutes into the game Liam went down in a rather violent fashion. You shot out your seat and stared at Brett who was grinning down at Liam liked he’d achieved something.

“BRETT!” His eyes shot to you, as you quickly made your way over to Liam with a frown.

“Oh when I get a hold of you. YOU’RE DEAD!” Brett made an extremely unmanly noise as he jogged over to his other team mates.

You bent down to check on Liam, but when he looked up at you he shot you a grin further confusing you. Liam looked off to one side then looked back at you causing you to look up and frown.

There stood most of the lacrosse players turned with their back to you in a line. You looked at the first one but before you could get further they turned round one by one and there stood an entire Lacrosse team holding letters that spelt out. ‘Will you got out with me?’ The words sounded childish but you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. You looked up to see Mason holding a yes and Ethan holding a no. You raised an eyebrow at them earning a grin from Mason and a frown from Ethan. You walked to Ethan and pinched his cheek roughly.

“As cute as you are Ethan I’m gonna have to go with my Little Mason.” You muttered cheekily causing him to smile at you.

“YOU HEAR THAT MCCALL?” You screamed into the field and suddenly a little head popped out from in between the lacrosse players. You had a satisfied dopey grin on his face as he ran over to you.

“Yes, I heard!” He exclaimed happily as he picked you up and swung you around. His laugh was contagious soon you were laughing to. When he placed you down he stared into your eyes only to be very quickly disrupted by a very loud Mama McCall.

“SCOTT MCCALL IF YOU DON’T KISS HER RIGHT NOW I’M GONNA BE SO PISSED!” She screamed making everyone on the bleachers burst out laughing.

“As embarrassing as your mother is I 100% agree with her.” You huffed playfully.

Instead of words, Scott clutched around your waist tightly and leant down, placing a passionate yet soft kiss on your lips. Despite it being your first kiss with Scott it felt like right. Like everything in your world started making sense.

You internally winced at the cheesiness of the thought and current situation, but smiled when you felt Scott smile into the kiss. He pulled back and stared into your eyes lovingly he opened his mouth but never had the chance to saying anything because another loud voice cut through it.

“MCCALL AS MUCH AS THIS WARMS MY COLD DEAD HEART, WE GOTTA LACROSSE GAME TO PLAY!” Coach voiced cockily, earning a snort from you and Scott.

“Could you be more of a cock block coach!?” Stiles screamed sarcastically.

“Was that a rhetorical question Stilinski?!” He yelled back with a serious frown on his face.

You kissed Scott one last time before moving back to the Bleachers with Ethan and Mason. Lydia gave you a thumbs up before turning back to the game.

After the game the whole pack including the parents, met up for a celebratory dinner. You all got seated, Scott sitting at the head of the table with you on his left and Derek on his right. Everyone was chatting happily as they looked at the menus.

Your hand was in Scott’s as his eyes bore into yours. Whenever this boy stared at you it was like you were the only two people in the world. His eyes held more emotion than you’d ever seen in a person. His lopsided grin lit up your entire day and his hands that held yours lit up your entire body. Like a fire was spreading but instead of panicking, you felt at peace. Like it was home.

Eventually everyone ordered, before continuing their conversations. Scott looked at you with a lopsided grin with you return immediately. He squeezed you hand, then turned to Derek who was staring at you and Scott with a smile.

“Deaton said you’d know how we’re supposed to bond.” Derek spats out his drink causing Stiles to flail next to him.

“Der what the fuck!?” Stiles exclaimed earning a look from his father, which Stiles didn’t even register.

“Scott I don’t think we should talk about you two bonding here. Why don’t we talk when we get home?” Derek grumbled as he looked around the table awkwardly.

“Ohh you two don’t know how you have to bond yet?” Stiles asked with a sadistic grin on his face.

“You know?” Scott asked with a frown.

“I did my research.” Stiles responded the evil grin never leaving his face. The hyperactive boy stood up and walked over to Scott before leaning down and whispering in his ear. YOu listened in but honestly…You kinda wished you hadn’t.

“Heart, body and soul that’s that it means to be true mates Scotty boy. I mean…you got the heart down and soul is kinda the whole point of soul mates…next up is…” Stiles whispered trailing off towards the end.

“Ohhhhh okay…Yeeeeah…makes sense. Well that’s not so bad right?” Scott muttered to Stiles before turning to you who was a red as a tomato.

“Y/N? You okay?” Scott asked as Aiden told Lydia what you had to do to form the bond. Suddenly Lydia shot out her seat and jogged over to you with a worried gaze. She dragged you to the bathroom, Erica and Allison soon following. Scott stared at everyone in shock.

“Did I say something stupid again?” He asked quietly, before glancing at the table full of confused frowns.

“Not that I could tell.” Derek answered easily.

In the bathroom however things were not so quiet or calm. You let out a small growl of frustration and you tugged at your hair roughly.

“OH MY GOD!” You screamed as you paced the bathroom so fast Lydia’s eyes could barely keep up.

“I don’t see why it’s such a big deal just bang him then you’re done?” Erica sighed loudly.

“Erica don’t be an ass!” Lydia snapped angrily as she approached you, placing her small hand on top of your shoulder causing it to slump down in defeat.

“I agree with Erica. I don’t see why it’s such a big deal?” Allison asked sweetly, confusion written all over her face.

“Because I’m a fucking virgin!!” You sighed angrily, everyone but Lydia to stopped breathing for a second as they took in your words.

“You need to tell him.” Allison muttered gently, as she gave you a sympathetic look.

“Oh yeah hey Scott I thought I’d let you know your 18 year old true mate is a virgin!” You screeched, your face still bright red.

“I wouldn’t have guessed I mean you ask about the boy’s sex like all the time.” Erica muttered awkwardly.

“I read a lot of gay fanfic okay? Destiel is life!” You huffed childishly before turning to Lydia and speaking.

“Let’s just go back out there and finish this dinner. Right now I just want to go home.” You sighed before turning and exiting the bathroom.

You sat back down noticing your food had arrived. You gave Scott a light smile before digging into your dinner. You huffed as you hair kept falling in your face before remembering you put your hair tie in Scott pocket after the lacrosse game.

“Scott can you pass me my hair tie please?” You muttered quietly but instead of putting the hair tie in you opened hand he stood up.

Standing behind you Scott gently grabbed all your hair before neatening it out with his fingers. After he deemed it good enough her wrapped the hair tie around it a few times. A few of the girls were giggling and whispering about how cute they were which made you smile shyly.

He sat back down with a smile, as he stared at his completed work. He looked so proud of himself as you felt you hair a little before giving him a wide grin letting him know he did good.

After that you remained quiet for the rest of the dinner and when you get home, you head straight to your room without talking to anyone. You needed time to think about how to tell Scott but honestly you were even sure if you should. Maybe it would be better if you just get it over and done with? You heard the girls sigh as they watched you walk upstairs, but when Scott asked they refused to tell him which you were extremely thankful for.

You closed you door and threw yourself onto your bed with a groan of internal conflict. Not two minutes later there was a knock at your door which you knew would be Scott. You muttered an okay refusing to look at him as he came into the room.

“Wanna tell me what happened earlier?” Scott asked patiently as he sat down on your bed his back to you.

“It’s nothing.” You muttered softly, sitting up as you did so.

“It obviously wasn’t nothing.” Scott sighed sadly, turning to you with a worried frown.

“I-I…I may or not have been embarrassed about the whole having sex to bond thing…” You muttered awkwardly before look at your bed sheets.

“Why? It’s only sex baby and you know I’d never hurt you…Well unless you wanted me too.” Scott chuckled as he wiggled his eyebrows at you earning a giggle to erupt from your chest.

“As cute and funny as you are…it’s not just sex to me.” You sighed as your laughing came to a stop.

“Obviously I didn’t mean it like that…It means something to me but I just mean there’s nothing to be scared of.” Scott mumbled a reassuring smile on his face. He leant over to you and stroked your hair before cupping your cheek like he was about to kiss you. Apparently your mouth thought then, was a wise time to state what needed to be stated.

“I’m a virgin.” You squeaked causing Scott to freeze and glance at you with wide eyes.

“Y-You’re a…”

“Virgin…Yes Scott that is what I just said.” You huffed sarcastically.

“W-Wow I didn’t know…” His hand slipped from your cheek as he sat back, eye still wide.

“S-Sorry I didn’t know it wo-Scott the hell do you smell like arousal?” You choked causing him to look up with a blush.

“Well you’ve never been touched…and y-you’re gonna be with me forever…and no one else has ever touched you…and well its kind…sexy.” Scott mumbled so fast you barely caught what he’d said.

“You’re a fucking caveman.” You deadpanned before getting up and leaving your bedroom.

“Y/N!”

“Caveman!” You yelled back as he chased you down the stairs.

“Scott why do you smell like a puppy in heat?” Jackson asked the disgusted looked on his face was priceless.

“Cos he’s a caveman.” You deadpanned causing Peter to snort loudly.

“I am NOT a cave man! Come one baby you know I love you!” Scott whined childishly. You froze and looked up at the nearest person, which was Stiles who was equally as frozen.

“Did he just…” Ethan muttered.

“Oh yeah…He definitely just said it.” Aiden snorted as he tried to hold back his laughter.

You spun around on your heels and scowled at Scott who jumped up to stand straight. His eyes were wide and a little nervous as he waited for his scolding. The sound of Stiles smacking his own hand across his face was something that almost made you smile, as he winced in pain but you kept your scowl in place.

“I swear sometimes Scott, I don’t know whether to kiss you or punch you!” You snapped, angrily crossing your arms.

“I’ll take the latter if I have a choice?” Scott giggled a dopey grin making it way to his face.

“You have the worst timing.” You growled causing his smile to drop and his face to mould into a serious one.

“I know.” He muttered as he lowered his head.

“And you have no common sense.” You huffed the anger still radiating from you.

“I know…” He whispered.

“You also somehow find a way every time, to put yourself in the dog house.” You almost winced at the saying put kept you face angry as you stared down at him.

“I…I know.” You could hear the slight whimper in his voice which Stiles quickly jumped forward but once you growled he backed off.

“But you know what?” You sighed the anger easing away.

“W-What?” Scott asked quietly as he kept his gaze to the floor.

You walked up to him and lifted his chin, almost wincing at the hurt look on his face. You stared into his eyes with seriousness you’d never felt before in your life. Your heart racing at what felt like a thousand miles a minute.

“It’s okay because I love you too.” The last part coming out so soft and lovingly, it caused Scott to tear up. Scott threw his arms around you holding you so tight, that if you weren’t a werewolf you would most likely be bruised tomorrow. You felt the tears soak into your shoulder and instantly you felt bad. You had scared him so much he was crying.

“It’s happy t-tears.” Scott muttered into your shirt as he felt your worry and panic.

“I’m sorry my words were so harsh…” You muttered into his hair.

“I feel like I’m staring in a freakin’ rom com. We’ve become a side couple…babe...we’re like Rizzo and Kenickie.” Stiles looked mortified by this concept as he glanced at Derek who was seriously questioning himself as to why he was dating the younger male.

“Shut up Stiles."

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

[kp777]

By Brett Wilkins

Common Dreams

Feb. 5, 2024

"Forty-seven percent of the voters are poor or low-wage," said one activist. "Getting that vote in is very important."

The Poor People's Campaign on Monday launched a 42-week nationwide mobilization of poor and low-income Americans to "wake the sleeping giant" of a voting bloc with the potential to determine the outcome of the 2024 elections.

"It is time for a resurrection and not an insurrection," Poor People's Campaign co-chair Rev. Dr. William Barber II said during a press conference in Washington, D.C. "We must engage poor and low-wealth people to change the political landscape."

"For far too long extremists have blamed poor people and low-wage people for their plight, while moderates too often have ignored poor people, appealing instead to the so-called middle class," he continued. "Meanwhile, poor and low-income people have become nearly half of this country and we are here today to make one thing clear: Poor and low-wage brothers and sisters have the power to determine and decide the 2024 elections and elections beyond."

"Economic justice and saving this democracy are deeply connected."

Poor People's Campaign co-chair Rev. Dr. Liz Theoharis stressed that "economic justice and saving this democracy are deeply connected."

"In this rich nation that has the wherewithal to end poverty tomorrow where there's the political will, we must not overlook the voices and votes of poor and low-income people," she added. "We are mobilizing and organizing, registering and educating people for a movement that votes... for healthcare and debt cancellation. Votes for living wages and strong anti-poverty programs. Votes for fair taxes and demilitarization of our communities and our world. Votes for immigrant rights and more."

Democratic pollster Celinda Lake said at the press conference: "In 2024, the election is going to be about mobilization... Democrats have an enthusiasm gap today and the progressive alliance and Democrats have fissures within their constituencies that make getting out the vote even more important."

"The biggest bloc of potential voters by far is low-income, low-wage voters," Lake noted. "Where the margin of victory is projected to be less than 3% in 2024, 30-45% of the voters are low-wage voters or low-income families... The turnout among low-wage voters and low-income voters today is... 20-22% below the average turnout. This is a huge bloc of voters, and it is a bloc of voters that votes 58-60%—at minimum—progressive, no matter how conservative the state."

"You're talking about a huge number—a game-changing number—of voters," she added.

The campaign's main scheduled events are a Mass Poor People's & Low-Wage Workers' Moral March to State House Assemblies on March 2 and a rally and march in Washington, D.C. on June 15.

"I have been struggling to pay my bills since I've been working at 16 years old. I work full time, 64 hours a week, seven days a week," said Beth Schafer of Raise Up for $15 during a video promoting the new campaign. "I am exhausted."

Crow Roberts, an organizer with the Indiana Poor People's Campaign, said in the video that "our government finds it necessary to ban abortion to say that they are saving our children, but more children die as a result of poverty in this country."

Guadalupe de la Cruz of the Florida Poor People's Campaign asserted that "we should not be cornered and forced to choose between one necessity or another."

Speaking at the press conference, Alabama activist Linda Burns said that "for three years I worked the assembly line at Amazon in Bessemer, Alabama. The work was grueling. We were expected to work like robots, moving like 1,000 pieces per hour."

"I got badly injured. My left arm," she continued. "I had two surgeries. I had to get a third surgery, but I didn't have no more insurance. Amazon, they cut my insurance off a year after. They let me go last October."

"Amazon let me go because I was helping organize the union," said Burns. "We didn't get the union in Alabama but I'm gonna do everything in my power to stand in solidarity. Organizing the union showed me just how many people were in the same situation I was. Not just in Alabama, but all over the world."

"Forty-seven percent of the voters are poor or low-wage. Getting that vote in is very important," she added. "We cannot settle for less, we've got to stand up for our rights. We are forward together—not one step back."

[skepticalarrie]

Why are you so convinced Freddie isn’t his kid? I’m not sending hate in just new and curious. Like is it all the weird stuff surrounding the mum or is it more because of Larry

Hey there, anon! Larry is definitely not one of the main reasons. Although, of course, it could be the cause of babygate and it really justifies a lot when put things in perspective. But yeah, it's definitely the weird stuff. Freddie wouldn't be his kid regardless of larry or Louis' sexuality. I have *a lot* of stuff about it on my blog, and the best way for you to understand it is to really dig up on these posts. I think it's impossible to try to sum things up in just one post, but here are the main reasons for me:

FORESHADOWING AND TIMELINES: It never made sense from day one, from the "conception day" being completely covered by The Sun, to the announcement happening too early in the pregnancy, her family registering DOMAINS the minute the pregnancy was announced, her mother following baby stuff even before she was supposed to be pregnant, etc etc etc

FAKE PREGNANCY: Bump changing sizes constantly, sometimes disappearing completely, using pregnant pictures from another woman, acting like she was never pregnant days after giving birth - flat belly, wearing leggings, heels, skirts, lifting heavy objects, drinking alcohol....

REAL PARENTHOOD: The kid looks just like Brett Clark and his entire side of the family. They're not supposed to be blood-related.

PHOTOSHOPPED: Louis' pictures were literally photoshopped on top of Freddie's pictures for years.

NO PATERNITY TEST: A multimillionaire boybander knocked this non-famous girl pregnant, which he was not dating, and never asked for a paternity test. He just knows the kid is his. No one advised him to get it either, everyone just trusts her. It's absurd.

NO CUSTODY: Up until 2020, it was crystal clear Louis didn't have custody of Freddie. No full custody, no joint custody, no overnights, he didn't even have a house in California and he was certainly never there, F was in the UK only twice (the first one when he was a baby and the second one on Christmas last year).

And I would add the tags LOUIS X BABYGATE and RBBSBB X BABYGATE in there as well. Although this gets into Larry a little bit. But Louis' behaviour about it always spoke volumes, before he decided to play along for whatever reason.

Plus, I suggest you go through my BABYGATE MASTERPOSTS and BABYGATE RESOURCES tags for everything else. Good luck!

[goodboyyyy]

By request 😉

You'd always been skinny for your age, but recently you'd been trying to bulk up. There was a cute Asian girl you liked, and even though you'd brought her flowers and taken her on a few dates, you weren't sure if she was interested in you. You knew her family was pretty traditional and preferred she dated Asian guys- her three other sisters were dating huge, ripped Asian dudes- so you thought working out might make up for it. You didn't want to hound or bother her- you weren't a fuckboy like that.

You ran into her older brother one day at the gym.

You got to talking and he offered to start giving you some pointers and training you. You accepted- his body was awesome, after all. He was kind of an annoying douchebro- all he talked about was lifting, not being a pussy, getting pussy- all kinds of dumb disrespectful stuff. You never understood how guys like this always had girlfriends- but you saw pretty good gains with his help over a few weeks so you kept at it.

One day after you were done he invited you to grab some food. You stopped at a dumplings spot next to the gym. He said he knew the owner so you guys got to eat for free. That was cool. He ordered and asked for extra sauce. It was almost like he'd nodded his head over at you when he asked.

You dug in, exhausted from your workout. The dumplings tasted great, and the sauce was amazing too. The more you ate it, the more you wanted it. You finished it after eating only two or three dumplings and asked for more. He just smirked at you, and bought another two over which you quickly devoured. You had so much energy suddenly, like your body was pulsating with it.

"Dude, do you wanna hit the gym again? Just a few extra reps," you asked.

"I think that sounds like a great idea man."

You walked back in and it was odd- it seemed like everything had shrunk a little. You didn't realize it was because some things about you were slowly changing after your meal- like how you were slowly getting taller, thicker, dumber, and how your features were changing- skin becoming more bronzed- hair thinner and shorter- your mind was on one thing- lifting. You started on the cable machine. The usual weight you did was suddenly very light to you.

"Because that's some pussy lightweight shit," you said with a chuckle.

"Wait- why did I think that?"

Before you could think about it more he nodded at you, increasing the weight. "Just start lifting bro. This is gonna be the best workout of your life Brett."

"Fuck yeah man," you said, getting to work. Something felt different about this workout- like you could feel every muscle pulsing and swelling. You grunted, sweat leaking from your pits. Every pump accelerated the changes. Your features became more Asian as your body became more ripped. Everything got even smaller as you got bigger, taller, broader. Your hair grew longer in some spots, receded in others, turning into a nice fade. Part of you was registering the changes, confused, trying to hold on to your old self- but your mind was changing as quickly as your body, telling you you looked better this way, that this was how you'd always been. Lifting. Eating. Hanging with your bros. Fucking. That was your life. The old you was slowly being erased, replaced by an Asian muscle fuckboy- and you couldn't stop it, you didn't even want to stop it.

"Looking good bro," he said in front of you proudly after your first set, leading you over to the mirror. A ripped Asian guy was staring back at you. You were almost confused, but this was who you were- you'd always been this way. You'd spent hours building this body, bruh. Tons of lat raises and pressed for these capped shoulders, hundreds of bench presses and curls to get these defined, bulging pecs and arms. Memories of all the years in the gym filled you. "That sauce gives a great pump, doesn't it? Let's go do the next set and make this official, Peng."

"Fuck yeah bro," you said dumbly, responding to your new name- wait, new? No, this had always been your name. More memories overwrote everything that had been Brett. You were Peng, the ripped Asian fuckboy. You'd always been Peng. You loved being Peng, you thought as you strode over on your big, powerful legs and grabbed the cables again, lifting the full stack with ease now.

Whoever Brett was, he was weak. Peng was strong- a hulking virile beast. Why would you even want to be Brett? You felt the veins popping in your neck, felt the sense of masculine superiority that came with being the alpha that Peng was. Sweat started leaking out of you again, and what was left of Brett trickled out with it, leaking out of your pits and onto the gym floor. The transformation was complete. You were Peng now, and Peng loved getting some good pussy right after a workout. Sliding your huge Asian cock into a bitch was all you could think of. Your cock and balls had swelled along with you, pumping out ten times the amount of testosterone they had before. You'd be fucking a lot more now.

He led you back over to the mirror, inspecting you. "The best one yet. Now you'll be perfect for my sister. Lets head home, bruh," he said.

You got to his house and his sister didn't even recognize you. She had no idea you used to be Brett= you were just Peng, now. That was all you'd ever been. She played coy at first, but by the end of the night, she was wrapped around your dick, grinding against it dutifully while you lay sprawled out on her bed with your big arms stretched overhead, showing off your biceps and shoulders. You smiled cockily as her moans filled the room and her long, painted nails dug into you. She had been your dream girl- you'd felt lucky that she'd even looked at you before- and now she was bouncing on your cock, begging you to cum in her as she climaxed over and over again.

Damn, it was good to be a man.

[sylkiddsey]

Say my name and everything just stops

Small scrap sections from a longer work that will never be finished. It acknowledges the shift from “Casey” to “Matt”

1. Late season 6:

It’s kind of like Matt’s engaged in some sort of really serious game of hide and seek, but one person is not really hiding, and the other is somewhat seeking, but also not really.

His marriage has become this game of avoidance where they just keep passing each other. They pass in the halls of the firehouse. They pass in their own home, from room to room. Even in a confined car, it feels like they’re just passing.

He and Gabby are so off kilter. Everything feels unbalanced and it’s driving him crazy. This isn’t the marriage he envisioned, and he doesn’t know how to go back.

He’s well aware they’ve always had problems. They’ve never been perfect, but he had been able to fix it. Usually, that involved him complying and going along with his very independent wife, but he’d done it.

This time, he can’t comply so they’re stuck in this holding pattern while he waits (and also avoids her) for her to do the compromising.

He can’t go along with her plan to have a child, basically without him. She pretty much implied she was going to get pregnant with or without his help which stung. He can’t give her a baby if it means having to raise their child without his wife. That guilt will kill him, so he refuses.

His refusal didn’t kill her plan. Like always, Gabby Dawson found a way around and wants a baby…wants to endure a risky pregnancy and possibly carry some other guy’s child if he won’t do it.

His own wife won’t budge and he’s not going the extra mile to solve this, so they are just passing by.

When he arrives home to the condo, he freezes in his doorway. He was expecting his wife, probably perched on a stool ready to pick another battle. He’s ready for it, but it’s not Gabby in his kitchen.

Brett’s standing at his island, wearing a faded apron he vaguely remembers was gifted to Gabby as a wedding present, mixing bowl and a big wooden spoon in hand.

Her hair is piled up on her head, chocolate smeared on the corner of her mouth, and he assumes Antonio fucked her over again. She’s probably eating her feelings and drinking wine with her best friend, but that’s not the case.

She looks up from her chocolate concoction, blue eyes widening like a cartoon. “Matt, hi. Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

He stops dead in his tracks, but not because Brett has apparently broken into his home. He pauses because she called him Matt which she doesn’t do.

It’s not like he has a problem with it, but pretty much everyone at 51 calls him Casey. It’s just become this thing so when Sylvie Brett says it so casually, in his damn kitchen while his marriage crumbles somewhere else…it strikes him.

He’s not even sure she’s ever called him his name before. She might’ve in the past, but it never registered.

He’s only really Matt to his wife and his sister. Although, his wife does use his last name when she’s pissed (which has been happening often).

She finishes swirling the brown batter in one of the big glass bowls Gabby chose. “I know I shouldn’t have used my emergency key, but I wanted to make Gabby her favorite brownies just to…I don’t know, cheer her up. I should’ve asked first.”

He shakes his head, sets his keys on the hook and adverts his gaze because he’s pretty sure he makes her nervous. Brett can’t see him as anybody other than 51’s Captain which he gets. He just doesn’t want her to think he’s so uptight he’d dress her down for being a great friend.

“No, it’s fine. I’m just passing through anyway,” he explains. “I’ll be out of your hair in like ten minutes.”

“It’s your place,” Brett replies. “If someone should leave it should be me.”

He figures Gabby would rather have her friend here instead of him anyway.

“Seriously, I’m heading out the door anyway. Stay. Finish the brownies.”

She smiles a little, sweeping a loose strand of long blonde hair away from her face. “Thanks, Casey.”

Casey.

Everything shifts right back to normal where he’s just Casey, Brett’s just Brett. He’s in his home. The one he shares with someone who shares practically nothing with him and Brett’s doing what she does best; being good to her people.

It’s one thing he has always appreciated about the paramedic. She’s good. She’s good to her patients. She’s good to 51. She’s extraordinarily good to his wife.

He passes her by, ready to change from his construction job and head to Molly’s. He stops in the doorway, observing a flustered Brett as she tries to perfect the homemade frosting. She tastes it with her finger and groans when it’s not good enough.

He knows from Gabby that she’s still a little heartbroken over Antonio and a bit raw from certain ambo calls, yet she’s here…supporting Gabby with sugar and chocolate.

“Brett.”

She startles again, almost as if she’s afraid he’s changed his mind and is mad she’s here. “Uh, yeah?”

“You’re a good friend. She’s lucky to have you,” he says.

Her blue eyes look a little misty in his kitchen lighting. “She’s lucky to have you too.”

He doesn’t think his own wife believes that, but he’s grateful for the words anyway.

The oven timer dings behind her, and she struggles to pull out batch one of her brownie mission. He contemplates offering to help, but his life is currently burning to the ground, so he doesn’t have time to salvage some brownies.

Some things are better left unsalvageable anyway.

2. Early season 7:

He’s on his third or fourth beer at Molly’s. He knows drinking won’t numb the fact he wasn’t good enough for his wife, but it does help a little.

The stool next to his squeaks obnoxiously loud and he hears a quiet gasp. Pink painted nails clamp on the counter and Brett has nearly fallen off the stool.

He wants to laugh, but she looks partially embarrassed…or maybe more ashamed

“I’m sorry, Casey.”

He raises an eyebrow, dumbfounded. She has nothing to apologize for. The last shift had gone well, and he doesn’t even remember scolding her for anything. Hell, he’s not even sure he talked to her at all at the station.

“Sorry?”

“I shouldn’t have blamed you for Gabby leaving,” she mutters, pulling at the edge of her sweater sleeve.

That’s a conversation they had weeks ago. He’s completely forgotten about it. She had been blindsided and upset which he absolutely understood. God knows he felt all that with her, so he really didn’t think too much about her minor lash out

“Brett…”

“I was just hurt I guess,” she admits. “And if I felt hurt…I can’t imagine how hurt you were. It was selfish and dumb.

Sylvie Brett and selfish don’t fit in the same sentence. She’s too kind even to her own detriment.

Still, it feels good to have someone recognize how hurt he is. Yes, they all care and pity him, but no one acknowledges how much Gabby hurt him. It might not have been intentional but her constant rejection about what he wants and needs fucking hurts.

“Brett, it’s fine,” he replies. “I get it. I do and honestly, she was always going to chase bigger things. She was always going to leave, and I was always going to stay.”

It sums up majority of his relationship. Gabby was always leaving in some way. She’d leave to pursue a new career, leaving him to stay and deal with the fallout. She’d leave to adopt a child and again, he stayed and followed. She was always leaving him and somehow, he just kept staying.

Brett frowns, looking into her glass. He watches her stir the blue-ish margarita with a toothpick umbrella. “Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you stayed.”

For the first time in a long time, her words soothe the crippling ache Gabby left behind. It doesn’t completely fix everything, but it feels good to know that he didn’t make the wrong decision by not following her.

At least according to Brett.

“Yeah?”

She nods, a smile passing over her face. Lately he hasn’t seen Brett very happy so it’s good to see a glimmer of their past.

“Honestly, I just can’t imagine what 51 would be like without you, Matt.”

He’s struck by the fact she’s using his name again. It’s odd because he’s been so used to Casey for so long and every once in a while, Brett calls him Matt.

There’s something interesting about the way she says it. The syllables just roll off her (now blue) tongue differently in a way he’s never heard. It feels like two different voices and sounds absolutely nothing like it does on shift, surrounded by firefighters and in between blaring bells.

Wow, maybe he’s had a little too much to drink tonight.

He nudges her arm lightly, thanking her for her kindness. He’s surprised she’s giving it to him of all people, but he appreciates it, nonetheless.

Prior, Brett has always been connected to him through association. She was Gabby’s best friend. She was Gabby’s ambo partner. She was Gabby’s brother’s girlfriend.

She’s never been anything to him, but now with Gabby long gone…he thinks maybe Brett won’t be such a stranger anymore.

“God, do you imagine if you left, and Severide became a captain or something?” She asks through a snort.

He has to admit that’s a funny picture. “You’d all be dead because he was too busy making out with Kidd.”

Brett laughs a little too hard at his pitiful joke. He starts to think she might’ve had a few drinks herself. “Oh you are so right, Casey!”

He’s too caught up in the allure of her contagious laugh to analyze the name shift. He’s heard this laugh way too much from his living room or the common room on shift, but this is the first time he’s really taken by it

Sylvie Brett has a wildly adorable laugh. Who knew?

3. 7x08

He starts to appreciate new things he hasn’t had the chance to while married. For one, he has complete freedom of his own life. Every decision is his. Plus, he has more time to spend with 51 and he surprisingly enjoys fishing with Boden of all people.

However, his newest discovery happens to be drunk Sylvie Brett. Brett’s incredibly charming on any day but mix her with alcohol and she somehow becomes more and more dorky.

He has to say he greatly appreciates drunk Brett because it’s hilarious. She can’t hold her liquor and each sentence come out in mangled fragments, but it’s not annoying. Not at all. He actually quite likes Brett when she drinks.

She’s absolutely drunk after Foster pumped her full of alcohol. He’s had the front row seat to her nose scrunch, big doe eyes and flailing hand which had turned his crappy night around.

He’s not even thinking about Naomi or what it could’ve been if he had pretended to be ready.

He had planned to go home a little early but decided to stick around to observe Brett. She’s very drunk and he’s concerned about how she’s going to get home.

Foster left hours ago. Kidd ditched too, probably to make up and make out with Severide. He expected Cruz would take her back, but he disappeared with Chloe and hasn’t returned. Even Otis has vanished.

He makes conversation with Hermann and waits for someone to get her home safely.

At some point during the night, he loses track of her just as Hermann closes. He took his eyes off to help the older man move a shipment of beer and now, she’s gone.

Shit. He hopes she’s not inebriated enough to think she can drive. Although, he’s not sure a taxi or ride share is better when she’s this out of it.

Men are assholes.

Matt hurries out the door, hoping to catch her before she disappears in some sketchy car.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to look far because Brett’s sitting on the bottom step, chin in hand and phone clutched in the other.

She tilts her head up, grinning. “Hey, Casey.”

“Hi. What are you doing out here?”

She points her turned off phone in his face. “Waiting for a cab. I’m just a teeny tiny bit drunk.”

Yeah, just a teeny tiny bit…

Again, he doesn’t want her getting in a car like this where someone could easily try something.

“I’ll drive you home,” he offers, reaching for her hand. He pulls her up, braces her stumbling with his chest and holds one hand on her arm to keep her grounded.

“No. No. You should be calling cute reporter,” she slurs, eyelids drooping lower and lower. She pokes his chest with one slender finger. “Go and make your move, Casey. Girls don’t like waiting.”

Naomi is not his concern at the moment. She’s just a girl he casually kinda sorta dated and Brett’s…well, she’s Brett. She’s an essential part of 51 and far more important than some possible girlfriend.

“She’ll be there in the morning. I’m concerned you won’t be if I don’t get you home myself,” he explains. “You’re drunk, Brett and I don’t trust some taxi driver so let’s go.”

She sticks her bottom lip out. “Fine. Fine. Fine. Lead the way, Captain.”

He steers her by the shoulders so she can’t fall flat on her face towards his truck. When he gets the door open, Brett needs a boost into the seat.

He watches one of the best paramedics he knows fumble with a seatbelt for five minutes, amused. Eventually he gives in to her frustration and does it for her.

Super talkative drunk Sylvie seems to have left for the night. As he navigates down the streets of Chicago, she’s quiet and pressed against the passenger window.

He pulls up in front of the place she shares with Otis and Cruz ten minutes later. He turns his truck off, unlocks the door for Sylvie to jump (or probably fall) out. She doesn’t make a move though, and when he looks over, she’s sleeping against her seatbelt.

He should’ve seen this coming. She drank a lot so of course the alcohol would knock her out.

“Brett?” He asks.

She snores a little in response and he can’t help but chuckle. He stays in the driver side for a few more minutes, thinking of the best way to get her inside.

While thinking, he observes her drunken sleep. Her hair is a mess, tangled against the window. She has mascara rings all around her eyes and cheeks and she’s even drooling a little.

He admires her unkept look. He’s always liked how she’s fearlessly herself and just doesn’t care if it’s well received or not.

It’s a very admirable quality.

Her neck is gonna hurt like hell if she stays in that position much longer. He climbs out his truck and goes to her side. He eases the door open, managing to keep her from tipping out with a hand against her head.

“Brett,” he says, shaking her shoulder a little. “Brett, come on. Wake up.”

She’s dead asleep, nestling further into the hand keeping her head from lolling. He can’t stand all night like this with her face in his palm.

Fine. He’ll carry her in. He undoes her seatbelt and when it clicks, she startles.

The sudden panic vanishes the second she realizes it’s him. She smiles sleepily. “Matt.”

Matt. Not Casey. All evening he’s been Casey aside from when she full named him earlier. Now that she’s drunk and tired, he’s Matt again.

He wonders if it’s purely accidental or if she consciously chooses when to change it up.

“How’d you get here so fast?” She asks, looking around the sidewalk.

“You fell asleep,” he explains. “Come on. Let me get you to your apartment. Can you walk?”

She nods and stumbles out of her seat. He braces her fall, laughing at how ridiculously uncoordinated she is after some tequila.

“Hey! Are you laughing at me?”

He helps her inside the apartment building, pointing her in the direction of the elevator.

“I’ve never seen you like this. It’s wildly entertaining.”

“Well, at least I didn’t accept a proposal this time,” she yawns, leaning her head into his shoulder as they wait for the right floor.

“What?” He asks.

She shrugs as the doors slide open. “A green card thing. I was drunk…didn’t marry him. Long story.”

Sounds like it. They make it to her door, Brett halfway asleep on him. He fishes her key out of her purse and then let’s them inside.

“Casey, hi?” Cruz greets from the kitchen. His eyebrows raise when he sees Brett. “Oh man, I completely forgot.”

He knows Cruz was too focused on his new girlfriend to look out for her, but still. She’s his room dog or whatever they call each other. He shouldn’t have left her alone.

“She needs to go to bed,” he explains, doing his best to pass her off to Cruz. She doesn’t want to leave his side for whatever drunken reason so they both have to get her into her bed.

Once she’s buried under a thousand blankets, he turns to Cruz. “Make sure she drinks a lot of water tomorrow because that hangover is gonna be brutal.”

Cruz laughs. “Drunk Brett might be fun, but hungover Brett is not.”

He can imagine. She’ll definitely be miserable tomorrow.

When he goes to leave, Cruz stops him. “Thank Casey.”

“Yep.”

It’s not like he was going to leave her anyway. He’s just glad she���s home safe.

4. Post 8x09

That night he and Gabby hadn’t just passed by but went straight through. They fell right into familiarity and slept together. She was his wife. She knew him better than anyone. Well, he’s starting to think there’s someone else who understands him better, but he’s not gonna go there.

The night is good, but just not as good as he remembered. He expected that cosmic pull (or whatever) but if anything, something is pushing him further and further from what he thought was his future.

There was a disconnect and when he left, it felt like closure. Gabby’s so happy in Puerto Rico. He’s genuinely glad she’s doing so well for herself, even without him. Plus, he’s happy too in Chicago with 51. His future is here.

Gabby leaves the voicemail about how she always has an opening for him, and the bitterness resurfaces. It’s a nice gesture, but it proves how things will only ever progress if he makes the life changes. They can have another night together if he goes to Puerto Rico.

He has no plans to do that.

Someone knocks on his door at a quarter to eleven. His best guess is Severide forgot his key and he and Kidd got in a fight.

They fight and make up a little too much.

He hauls himself off the couch and opens the door. He expects Severide in the door with a permanent frown and a string of curses. What he doesn’t expect is Brett in his doorway, mini dress on and perfectly applied make up.

She looks amazing. He’s always thought Brett was a cute girl. It’s a fact, but he’s starting to think she’s more than just cute. She’s shockingly hot.

“Hi,” she greets.

Did he black out and ask her on a date something? She’s clearly dressed for the occasion. God knows he’s thought about making a move, but he has no memory of doing it.

Even if he somehow lost his mind and did plan a date, he wouldn’t choose such a late time.

He must look as confused as he feels because she chuckles.

“Sorry. I know it’s late.” She looks down at her tight red dress and then back at him. “I had a date. I don’t usually wear this kinda stuff.”

So, someone else asked her out? He doesn’t remember hearing about anyone new. To his knowledge, Ryan was the last.

“You look…fancy,” he compliments. Other more expressive words are on the tip of his tongue, but he settles for fancy. It’s probably best he doesn’t tell her she looks hot in that dress.

“Late dinner. Completely disastrous dessert. Anyway, I’m not here to talk about my failed attempts at romance.”

He’s not sure why he’s relieved the date didn’t go well. He’ll analyze that later.

“Why are you here?”

He’s still confused about the events that have led to her stunning appearance at his place.

“I was at dinner, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about you, Matt,” she says so casually as if that’s not a completely loaded confession.

She can’t stand there in a tight red dress and roll his name off her lips like this and expect nothing. She was thinking about him? She was actively thinking about him when she was with a date?

“You…couldn’t stop thinking about me? “

Her eyes widen and she covers her face. “Oh my god. That came out wrong. I don’t mean…geez, I keep doing this.”

His racing heart slows a little because he misinterpreted her words. He thought this was heading in another direction. He thought he wasn’t crazy thinking something might be happening between them.

She brings her hand back down to her side. “I was worried because I know Gabby left today and I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Oh.

“I’m fine,” he dismisses. “Really, Brett.”

She eyes him like she doesn’t believe a word he’s saying. In hindsight, he didn’t sound very convincing.

“I worry no one checks on you,” she continues. “You’re this steady presence at 51 for everyone else and I just couldn’t stomach the thought of you all alone here blaming yourself.”

He leans in his doorway. Now that’s he is closer, he can smell her addictive perfume. It somehow smells like Christmas and fruit.

“Blaming myself?”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “For not feeling like enough. I can’t pretend to know what went down with Gabby, but I do like to think I know you. I know that she unintentionally hurt you by leaving and now she left again.”

“Brett…”

She edges a little closer and his heart rate quickens again. He’s half convinced she can see his neck pulse thumping from where she’s at.

“If I’m crossing a line here, let me know, but I don’t like the thought of you sitting here thinking you somehow failed,” she rambles.

He swallows, breathing in deep because she’s definitely doing something new to him. She’s not touching or anything, just hovering a few inches and God, he wants to kiss her.

Huh, that’s new.

“You didn’t fail and truthfully, I love me some Gabby, but she was wrong to make you feel like you’re…I don’t know, nothing?”

There’s a lingering question behind that confession. She’s not sure she’s reading his feelings right, but she’s nailing it. Somehow, she’s articulated everything he’s felt better than he could.

“You’re not nothing, Matt. If you ask anyone at 51, if you ask me…you’re pretty much everything there is.”

He’s shell shocked which doesn’t happen often. He’s good at reacting. He’s trained to be ready for anything, but he wasn’t ready for this.

For her.

She’s healing parts of him he didn’t even know were broken with her kindness and consideration. She didn’t have to leave a date to ease his pain, but she did.

She knew he’d need to hear it before he even did.

She’s standing in his door in a strapless dress that pushes up her boobs saying things he’s never heard from anyone. He’s not leering at her, of course, but he’s human. He spares a few glances since she’s so close.

He’s also only been Matt tonight. She hasn’t called him Casey once. Somehow, he’s hearing his first name from her more than ever and he quite appreciates the change.

Matt brings his hand to her bare arm, brushing his palm down her skin. “Thank you, Sylvie.”

He knows he should pull his hand away from her soft skin. A normal shoulder squeeze is one thing, but this lingering grip is another. He traces his thumb around a freckle on her forearm.

Her skin erupts in little goose bumps and he figures she’s probably freezing her ass off in that dress. “Do you wanna come in? I can get you a sweatshirt or something.”

She looks at her heels before gently easing out of his grip. When she replies, she looks anywhere other than at him. “No, that’s okay. I better go home before Foster goes on a manhunt for the guy who took me out. I told her I’d be home by now.”

Right. It’s probably best she doesn’t cross the threshold. He’s afraid of what he’ll do with a few beers in his system and her looking like that.

She’s sweet, kind and so empathetic while he’s just a mess.

“Yeah, good call. Foster with a pitchfork and torch is a scary thought,” he comments.

She laughs, wrinkling her nose. “You make a very good point.” She swipes some hair away from her face. “I’ll see you on shift, Casey.”

Casey again. It feels like the shift is definitely intentional. She’s creating distance.

He nods, moving all the way back into his apartment. “On shift.”

She waves and he unapologetically watches her walk down the hall. Once she turns the corner, he shuts the door.

[ryutarotakedown]

(i'm cross-posting my yuri shipping olympics pieces from dreamwidth so. have a susahao modern AU in these trying times?)

Prompt (from @transathenacykes): The dramatic de-masking of a superhero, and their loved one finding out who they are.

Haori hesitated, hovering above the other person's face. "I… Ryutaro, I'd like to take your mask off. To treat the burn wounds."

She'd expected resistance, expected words of protest. Most superheroes she'd treated had come around in the end, and the ones who didn't she acquiesced to. Haori firmly believed that all medical assistance had to be done with consent, after all. It would be fine if Ryutaro insisted on keeping his mask.

She didn't expect Ryutaro to make a sound like he was wounded. On the examination table he curled in on himself, turning away from Haori, as though her words had burned him more than the fire he'd run into.

"It's fine if you don't want to," Haori placated, "I understand—"

Ryutaro shook his head quickly. "That's not it." And oh — they were the first words he'd spoken since Haori had dragged him to her makeshift clinic, silent and trembling. Ryutaro didn't have his usual voice, Haori realized. He had a higher register, a more lilting way of speech, that she could detect even under the layers of rough disuse. He must have been disguising it with that vocal technology that had fallen off during the rescue.

It was a familiar voice. Someone she'd heard on the news? No, that didn't seem right…

"I need you to not — you can't be scared off, okay, Haori?" Was that fear? But why would a hero of Japan be afraid of some medical intern? "Please," Ryutaro said. "Don't — you have to promise."

"I promise," Haori said immediately. This had happened before, after all. Some vigilantes were ashamed of their true face, whether because of some perceived flaw with their appearance or because their everyday identity was well-known for other reasons. Haori was fairly good at keeping calm even in the most extreme scenarios by now.

But none of them had said her name like that. Like they… knew her somehow…

Wait.

"You're," Haori started, before falling silent as Ryutaro reached up to unclasp his mask —

And then there he was. There she was, staring back at her with those infinitely dark, familiar eyes.

Susato Mikotoba.

Her best friend.

"Su," Haori breathed.

Susato winced. That piercing gaze of hers fell from Haori's face to the floor. "I'm sorry for not telling you."

Haori’s mind was rapidly running through every time she had met Ryutaro. The hospital attack two months ago — pushing her into a supply closet and telling her to stay there, Murasame-san, don’t move before slipping back out into the fray. Later she would read about it in the newspaper — the first reported sighting of a new superhero, a silhouette wrapped in the classic Yuumei University cape who moved faster than a bolt of lightning, leaving his enemies unconscious with an impossibly fluid suplexing move. The media called it a Ryutaro Takedown.

And then the beach. That improbably swan-headed sea monster rising from the depths and fixing its gaze on her and Dr. Mikotoba, and she had frozen for half a second before Ryutaro was shoving them both out of the way. "Hao—Murasame-san, why are you here?" he'd said into her ear, a whisper that almost verged on panic.

"I, I thought Ms. Brett might have been up to something," she'd whispered back, watching in awe as electricity started to course on the surface of Ryutaro's gloves. He must have upgraded his suit in the time after the last attack…

Ryutaro sighed. "It looks like you were right. Don't let her see you, okay?" And before Haori could reply he was off, and soon the swan monster had been bound in a net and handed off to the authorities, and Ryutaro was gone.

The attacks had been growing in frequency lately, despite Minister Jigoku's reassurances. Haori didn't know how many times she'd seen a familiar silhouette darting past her in an alleyway and breathed easier. She had always known, somewhere in her irrational romantic heart, that Ryutaro would have her back.

And Susato…

Susato, who had grown more and more distant these past few weeks. Susato, who'd canceled every single movie night Haori tried to schedule, I'm really sorry, Haori-sama, something's come up — by the way, you still have that two-to-five shift at Father's hospital tomorrow, don't you? Susato who just yesterday had been sitting on the edge of Haori's bed and looking out the window while Haori demanded to know who had injured her knee so badly, because if she knew anything about her best friend it was that Su was never careless. Averting her gaze, the same way Ryutaro was doing on the examination table right now.

Because they were the same person.

Oh. Oh.

"I couldn't," Susato was saying, while Haori tried to claw her way out of her own stupor. "It would have put you and Father in danger, I wanted to tell you, Haori, I swear—"

"Susato," said Haori, and put her hand over the knee she knew she'd patched up yesterday. "It's okay."

Susato blinked. "It is?"

Haori fought down the hysterical scream that was building in her throat. "It's — we can talk about it later — your face, Su, I think you might have third-degree burns—"

Susato actually laughed at that. A short laugh laced with pain, but nonetheless. "I always wished I could have asked you about this mask. It's rather not up to safety regulations, is it?"

"I will make you a new one," Haori said fervently. "It's going to be so gallant and dashing and breathable, you'll sweep people off your feet every time, Su—" A thought occurred to her. "Wait, you're… still okay with me calling you Su, right?"

"Haori, I'll always be okay with you," said Susato, with that straight face she used whenever she delivered something absolutely devastating to Haori's heart.

"I, I, I mean! Would you want me to use, um, he/him for you?" Heat was rising to Haori's face. Now was not the appropriate time to be reminded of her embarrassing pseudo-crush on her best friend, God help her—

"Oh," Susato said in realization. "I, ah, this is not the time I expected to have this conversation — er. She or he are both fine. It's called being bigender, I don't know if you've heard of it…"

Haori hadn't, but that was okay. She would look it up later. "I can alternate if you want?" Relief flooded Susato's face, and he nodded before wincing again — oh God, right, the injuries — Haori took a deep breath. Medical mode time. "Okay, I'm going to get salve. Don't move."

She located the little jar of petroleum jelly quickly and dragged a stool over to the side of the table. "This might hurt," she warned, dipping a fingertip in.

"Can't possibly hurt more," Susato mumbled, before hissing through her teeth as Haori touched her cheek.

Haori went slowly, carefully. Probably more careful than she needed to be, but this was Susato. Haori distinctly remembered having told him yesterday to take it easy on that knee, and today Ryutaro had run directly into a burning building.

God, Haori had been so close to losing her — and she hadn't even realized —

Susato reached and took her hand.

Haori startled, looking down at him. Susato quirked a smile. "It's okay. You don't have to worry about me."

"I do," Haori murmured, focusing harder on applying the jelly. She wasn't sure what she would look like now, if she met Susato's eyes. "I really, really do."

"I'm not going to stop being Ryutaro," Susato said quietly. "It would be — a lot of work."

"Not if it's you," Haori shot back, faster than her brain could warn her not to, and her voice cracked. Oh no, was she going to cry? She was definitely going to later, but not now please not now. "You're my best friend, Su, I don't know what I'd do if I…"

"I know," Susato whispered. Her hand was so cold in Haori's. "I know."

Haori squeezed her eyes shut.

One day she would tell Susato. One day she would confess how beautiful she thought Susato looked lying in the light streaming in from the windows. One day, she would tell Susato everything.

But not today.