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Cutie (pt. 1)
fluff (pt. 2)
You and Regina had been dating for a few months now and had already broken up 6 times. This was mostly because of Regina being insecure or thinking that you’re cheating on her, then she would break up with you for a few days. She would eventually call you and tell you she missed you and you’d come crawling right back to her because you knew she still loved you but she was so worried about getting hurt she’d rather hurt you before you can hurt her. It took her about 4 months since you started dating to start trusting you a little more and this month she’d only broken up with you once.
It was Monday afternoon and school had just ended for the day. You saw your girlfriend in the hallway at her locker “Hey there pretty girl can you stop being tall for a second” you say looking up at Regina, Regina leans down to your height bending down just a little “thank you” you say before pulling Regina into a kiss, Regina kisses back the pulls away after kissing you “god you’re a dork” Regina says with a smile “ah yes but I’m your dork” you say with a wink “you know maybe I should just get you some boots so you’re a little taller because those converse are not helping your shortness” she says as she pats your head “HEY” you say with a pout and she boops you on the nose “cutie” she says with a laugh “don’t call me cute, let’s just go home please” you say trying to be grumpy “we’re not going home, remember? you said I could take you to the mall?” Regina says looking at you with her eyebrow raised “oh right, don’t be mad but I totally forgot…” you say nervously raising your shoulders into a shrug causing Regina to playfully roll her eyes “whatever, let’s go” she says heading to the parking lot assuming you’ll follow her and you do of course. You get in her pink jeep, throw your bag in the back seat then hop into the passenger seat. Regina gets in plugging her phone in the aux and putting on some music on Spotify. As she’s driving her hand finds its way to rest on your thigh, you don’t say anything but you’re definitely blushing, Regina notices and smirks. You arrive at the mall, Regina gets out and opens your door for you “aw thanks” you say hopping out of the car. You two wander around the mall, well more like Regina drags you around the mall trying to get you to try something new. “Baby come on it would look so cute on you, please” she says with a cute little pout and puppy dog eyes “ugh one of my only weakness, your cuteness” you say with a frustrated groan “yay, come on I’ll stop dragging you around, we can go home and watch a movie ok?” She says as she plays for your new shirt. The car ride home is quiet minus Regina’s soft humming to the quiet music, you feel yourself doze off like half way through the drive. “Baby, we’re home you gotta get up” Regina whispers softly in your ear, half asleep you lazily reach for her she decides carrying you in is going to be the easier option. Nobody is home so the house is really quiet “baby can you walk up the stairs? I promise I’ll cuddle with you as soon as we get up stairs” Regina asks, you softly nod as she puts you down. You very sleepily walk up the stairs tripping on the last step but Regina catches you “woah be careful cutie” you give her a dirty look “hey that’s not nice, only I’m allowed to be bitchy” Regina says playfully making you smile a little as you continued to head to her room. “Come on sleepy head let’s get you into something more comfortable then you can go to sleep” Regina says pulling you over to her closet “I thought you said you were done dragging me around today” you say sarcastically “haha very funny baby, here get changed so we can cuddle” Regina says handing you some clothes then giving you a quick kiss. You got changed rather slowly given your tiredness, you could feel Regina looking at you “ok creep stop staring at me I’m too tired to fuck you right now” you say nonchalantly, Regina doesn’t say anything she just comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist “I can’t stop, you’re so pretty and you’re my girlfriend I think I should be able to look at you if I want” Regina said resting her head on your shoulder, you blushed not saying anything “aw you’re blushing” she said tickling your sides “Regina NO!” You said trying to squirm away, Regina let’s out a genuine laugh tickling you more “Reggie please st- sto-STOP” you say through giggles “ok ok I’ll stop” she giggles as she kisses the top of your head “cuddles please?” You say looking up at her “yeah come here” Regina says pulling you over to her bed. Your head on her chest and arms wrapped around her while she plays with your hair and puts on your favorite movie.
A/N: I didn’t know how to cut this into two parts and i will be posting the second immediately after this 💕
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all mine
tangerine x fem!reader
word count: 2304
summary: after the events in the bullet train in tokyo, you and ladybug have a new job in a new place, unfortunately, you're not alone.
a/n: okay so in this reader's codename is sarin. and you're besties w ladybug bc I lov him. title is from brent faiyaz's 'all mine' which has nothing to do with this fic but I didn't know what to name this and I rlly love that song so. also no smut in this.
When I grow up, I wanna be famous I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies, when I grow up I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have groupies.
The song blew out of the car’s speakers, and both you and Ladybug sang each word perfectly (and very obnoxiously, you were practically yelling out the lyrics.) He drove and you sat in the passenger seat, you both swinging your arms around dancing tirelessly as the citizens of Greece who were able to spy inside the moving car judged your shameless partying. You hadn’t seen Ladybug in months, so when you found out you were finally going to be assigned to a mission together again, you both beamed, and got together to plan your entire trip from the cities of New York to the city of Larissa. You went from cackling a little too loudly at comedy movies on the plane, to endless chatter at the airport, to listening to your iconic super duper awesome 2000s hits playlist on a rented Jeep (the playlist title was Ladybug’s decision.) There’s no one you’d rather work with. Except…you weren’t working alone tonight.
This hit wasn’t just any hit, it was a stakeout. So, Lemon and Tangerine were called.
You had walked into Tangerine a few times before; New Zealand, Cuba, Romania, and Tokyo, of course. You’d been the longest with him while in Tokyo, when you had to team up because of a lost briefcase. He was incredibly irritating and the different ways you both did your job clashed immensely, but by the end of the night you two had worked frustratingly well together.
You’d never met Lemon before though, you hoped to God he wasn’t just a Tangerine 2.
“Oh, boo!” Ladybug starts and you join him when you look up.
“Booo!” You yell out at the warehouse as if it’s just told some awful joke at a stand-up show.
The building has the same architectural creativity as a cardboard box. Except that instead of brown, it’s grey and dirty, and instead of holding a gift you just spent the last days waiting anxiously to arrive at your home, it just holds the next gruesome hours you’ll spend planning your hit.
You and Ladybug allow The Pussycat Dolls to finish the last few seconds of their song and turn off BlueTooth before you can be sad about not singing Britney.
You sigh and say, “It’s gonna be a long night.”
“Yep, but the sooner we do it sooner we’re done. Come on, let’s meet the fruit duet.” You chuckle.
The warehouse acted as a lighthouse, the nighttime a sea of nothingness. You can spot the remnants of the trucks that passed by in this area marked in the muddy ground. Tonight smells of wet grass and fancy dinner parties, the ones you should be in right now.
You enter the warehouse, the night’s cold air vanishes and it shifts to a warm, still atmosphere. You take off your coat. Tangerine and two other men are already in the room. Even at such a dead spot in town, Tangerine is still dressed elegantly, sporting a blue striped suit that fitted him perfectly, and smelling of rich men’s perfume. You often wondered if he could fight in those suits. Although you loved a good luxurious suit—God knows your blood money could buy one, your closet was full of Versace, Vivienne Westwood, Dolce & Gabbana and Burberry—you preferred to wear more tactical outfits for the job, you know, in case someone fucked something up and everything went to shit.
“That’s Lemon, by the way.” Ladybug whispers to you, while pointing his head to the man standing in front of Tangerine.
“What? I thought they were supposed to be twins,” Ladybug shrugs.
“Um, I hope we’re not late…you’re Lemon I suppose?” You pretend like Ladybug didn’t just tell you and offer a handshake. He takes it.
“That’s right, and you’re...”
“Sarin.”
You look over to his brother.
“Tangerine.” A nod, no handshake.
“Sarin.”
“You’ve met Ladybug.” You say to the two brothers.
“Yes, we had the pleasure.” The taller man doesn’t hide the sarcasm.
“Accommodating as always, Tangerine.”
“So, shall we?” Says the other man in the room, the one who was managing this whole thing, and you all follow him.
He takes you to a desk where there lie multiple files on different workers and a big map layout of the warehouse. The man shows all of you the place, discussing what approach the team should take for the mission, at what time each one should arrive at the building, the shift times of each warehouse worker, the spots each one should be in…and so on and so forth. Time passes relatively quickly, demanding you and Ladybug a secret high-five, and you all turn to look at the man who’d organized this.
“Yeah. That’s it.” The man repeats.
“Yeah.” You agree, still looking at him.
“You can go home now.” He practically demands.
“Uhh, I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to get paid now,” Lemon adds.
“You’ll get paid after you get the job done.”
“Did you not get the memo lad? We get first half now and second half after the job is done.” Tangerine said.
“Yeah, we’re supposed to get paid now, didn’t our handler message you?” You asked honestly.
“Well I didn’t bring the money, so what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know, but we’re getting paid.” Tangerine insisted.
“There are lots of ATMs in Larissa…” Ladybug spoke. The man mutters some curse word under his breath,
“Fine. I’ll get you your fucking money, but you’re gonna have to wait.” He disappears from sight, making his way up the stairs in the corner of the building.
“Damn, what a Gordon.” Lemon remarks.
“Thomas the Tank Engine?” You ask.
“Yeah.”
“Nah, I think he’s more of a James, just super cocky.”
“Oh my God, there’s two of them.” Tangerine sighs.
“I’m gonna go get some air.” You say.
With your coat in hand, you make your way to a backdoor on the side of the warehouse. Slipping the garment on as soon as you open it, the chilly air cutting through your skin. You slide your hand into one of the coat pockets, finding a small rectangular box and a smooth metallic item. You fish one of the cigarettes out of the box and light it, inhaling the nicotine, warming your body while letting yourself freeze in the moment. You were so far out of town that you couldn’t hear any of the cars, any of the people in Larissa, your team also seemed to be particularly quiet inside the building. Here, it was silent, save for crickets chirping in the vast nothingness that was the field at nighttime. Tomorrow it’d be full of people, receiving and delivering new packages, trucks coming and going and workers arguing amongst each other, all their chatter overlapping, sounds of life, until you all arrive and the sounds of an active workplace morph into that of an action movie, slashing and yelling (no guns, this was supposed to be a somewhat subtle and more practical job) and then, nothing. The building once again ghost quiet, but this time painted red.
It didn’t bother you. You’d been in this business for way too long to be perturbed by the sounds of the dead now. You knew what you were getting yourself into from the beginning, this is no bombshell. Although the still of a city that’s beginning to fall asleep is much better than one that had its commotion ripped away from it. So you took these quiet moments you had to yourself and held them tightly in your hand, like some old trinket gifted to you by someone special. And for a few moments, as you exhaled the smoke out of your body, you felt outside of space and time, frozen in the moment, your feet planted on the ground, scared that if you move even an inch, you’ll fall off the face of the earth. You melt off the moment when you feel a pair of eyes on you.
Tangerine stands by the back door on your right, looking at you. You’re not sure how long he’s been there, but he has a calm look on his face, a smile on his eyes but not on his lips, by far much different than all of the ticked-off facial expressions you’d seen on him before.
“The fuck are you looking at?” You tease.
“Geez. I’ve just come to get some air.” He walks in your direction. You offer him your cigarette, he takes it. You two breathe together for a while before you ask,
“Do you like this?”
“What? Jobs in the middle of nowhere handled by some fucking dickhead who can’t even pay us right?”
“No. This.” You look around, motioning slightly to your surroundings, “The quiet. We don’t get a lot of it in our job.”
“I suppose we don’t,” He passes the cigarette back to you. “It is kinda nice, I can hear my thoughts for once, don’t have to listen to Lemon yapping about.”
You snort. “He’s nice. I was scared he was gonna be like you.”
“What? I’m nice.”
You stare at him.
“How am I not nice?” He continues.
“How are you not nice? Okay let’s see, you’re impatient, you’re always irritated, you look like you’re constantly on the edge of throwing a fit, you’re always cursing people out and you always got that look on your face of a teen girl who just got her phone taken away by her parents.”
He takes this in for a second, surprised at the speed of your answer, as if you’d been waiting for this moment for a while, and maybe you were.
“Hm…still think I’m nice.” He adds, you smile to yourself, nodding your head in fake disbelief.
You can feel his eyes on you, even as you take another puff on your cigarette and stare at the darkness. You don’t look back, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
“S, Fruit, guy’s back.” Ladybug pops out of the door, and you follow him back into the building, followed then by Tangerine.
The man now holds bags of money, one for you and Ladybug, and one for Lemon and Tangerine. You finally leave the warehouse, each of you making your way to your hotel rooms. And you would’ve been able to wash the night off your body and rest on the hotel’s comfy bed, if it wasn’t for the misplaced amounts of money. See, your bag and Ladybug’s held only his share, not yours. Thankfully, it wasn’t some scam, your money was placed along with Lemon and Tangerine’s. So, now you’re going up an elevator to Tangerine’s room to get your share. You knock on 215 and he opens the door.
“Hey.”
“Hey, come in.” You walk into the room, but only close the door slightly, not shutting it, and you stand next to it, ready to just get your money and leave, not expecting to stay here any longer than you have to. He goes to the back of the room and brings back a bag, “Here.”
“Thanks,” You spy inside the room, the place is quiet, most of the lights are off and it holds only one bed. “Is Lemon not here?”
“No, different hotel, leave no trail and such.”
“Oh.” You’re genuinely surprised. Shit, that’s smart, perhaps you and Ladybug aren’t as great professionals as you thought you were—even if the bar when you two worked together was already pretty low.
“What? Is me delivering your money instead that bad?”
You snort. “No, no, that I don’t mind.”
You look at each other for a second, perhaps you should be on your way-
“Are you staying in Greece after the job?”
“Uh, no. Me and Ladybug are going back to New York right after.”
“Oh.” He looks down, the expression on his face something you can’t quite read. “Are you and Ladybug…”
“No! God, no!” You almost yell. “No, he’s my best friend.”
“Oh, right.”
“Why?”
“Just…curious.”
Hm. Curious.
You stare at each other again, a smile on your eyes but not on your lips.
“Okay, I should get going.” You start opening the door to leave.
“Wait,” He says, grabbing your arm. “I think…you should stay here the night.”
The smile reaches your lips, amused. “Why?”
“You know, you could just stay here the night, if you want…”
“Okay but, why?” You tease. He furrows his brows. “I’m sorry Tangerine, I just don’t know what you’re telling me.” Your words are of someone genuinely confused, but your face and tone tell a different story. He catches on and sighs.
“I’m just saying…you could spend the night here, with me.”
You click your tongue, “Tangerine…you have to speak clearly.”
He squeezes your arm, and approaches his face to yours, changing his tone, “Sarin. I want you to stay. I want you.”
You let your lips fully curve up this time, pleased.
You put both your hands on his face, and close the space between you, only placing a light kiss on his lips, then pulling away to see his reaction. He keeps his eyes shut for a moment, as if still in the moment. Then, he opens his eyes, staring at you for a second, and pulls you in for a stronger kiss. His hands at first cupping your face, then one makes his way towards you back, pulling you in closer, even though you were already as close as you could possibly be right now. You shut the door with your foot behind you, not letting each other go for even one second. Tonight your own bed’s gonna have to wait for you.
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Okay, so. “The Apprentice.”
Before we go in, if you’re going to watch this film, keep in mind trigger warnings for marital rape and racial, religious, and homophobic slurs.
Now, I would cut for spoilers, but I feel like at this point we should all know enough about Trump’s past that none of this is a spoiler. It’s a bit like saying “The boat sinks” about “Titanic.” Well, yes, it does, but the devil’s in the details.
Anyway. The movie focuses on a younger Trump’s mentorship under attorney, known scumbag, and gay-but-let’s-pretend-he’s-not Roy Cohn. (Let’s put it this way. If he’d died now instead of ‘86, the “I didn’t know the leopards would eat my face” song would be playing over celebratory TikToks.) Cohn proceeds to mold him into the douchebag we all know and loathe, and ends up getting bitten in the process. (Just as a note, this prompted me to get a Cohn biography so I could beef up on just how awful he was in even more detail than I already know.)
The film itself is very well-made. There are choices in terms of camera usage (making it look more 70s and 80s), storytelling, foreshadowing current events, etc., that are very well done. At the beginning, you almost have a smidge of sympathy for Trump, although it’s a HUGE almost. (It’s clear he was raised by a dick and wants to be like said dick, when maybe he would have been better off if his father croaked when he was little and his mother had all the control over his raising and that of his siblings.) Like, there is a *hint* that he might be redeemable if the right person got their hands on him. Instead, it’s Roy Cohn, and we have the six-foot pile of chinchilla diarrhea we have now.
So here’s the thing. I think anybody who heard Jeremy Strong was cast as Cohn thought, “Now that’s perfect casting.” And it is! He looks like him, he sounds like him, he plays him as manipulative sewer sludge. I will be incredibly surprised if he doesn’t get an Oscar nomination for best supporting actor. Every time he’s on screen, you’re drawn to him. He’s a monster, but a monster you want to keep your eyes on, either to see what he pulls next or to see if he finally gets what he fucking deserves.
But you know what was a delightful surprise? Sebastian Stan as Donald Trump. No, I’m not kidding. I mean, no, Trump is not delightful, but I know a lot of people were like, “Aw, SebStan as Trump? Come on.” The thing is, he’s *good*. Obviously, Trump in 2024 is an absolute cartoon of a human being, but all those tics and vocabulary choices and style choices came over time. The Trump at the beginning of the movie is a sliver of what he is now. You can see him if you squint, but you’re still working on SebStan in a bad wig. By the end of the movie, though? He IS Trump in the late 80s. He moves like him, speaks like him, brags like him. It’s as if the current Trump is him turned up to eleven, and SebStan at the end of the movie is him at about five tilting toward six. The last scene is him speaking to the ghost writer of “Art of the Deal,” and you can see Marla Maples-era Trump *right there.* It’s not a comic impression, it is a very real and respectable performance.
I feel like I should also mention that Maria Bakalova portrays an empathetic Ivana, especially given the mentioned rape scene and the moment when she shows Cohn something approaching real sympathy. I think she may be overshadowed in terms of awards by Strong and Stan, but she does a commendable turn as the first of the three wives Trump bulldozes through as his desires change with the wind.
It’s entirely unsurprising that the Trump campaign wouldn’t want this movie released. I mean, for starters, the marital rape scene is horrific and upsetting. But I think they should also be worried about just how much Trump seems to lift wholesale from other people without attribution - Cohn’s rules for life, Reagan’s campaign slogan - not to mention Cohn repeatedly getting him out of shit that should make any average American enraged. Why in God’s name would you support someone who got out of federal discrimination charges and $160 million in taxes for building a hotel using Cohn’s expertise with blackmail?
Of course, that requires the entire movie to be true, and … well, even the most historically accurate movies have their flaws. The problem here is that the people who worship him aren’t going to believe anything bad about him, and the people who wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire are bound to feel that even if something isn’t true, it *sounds* like something he’d do. So fact-checking “The Apprentice” is like fact-checking Cocomelon. Your toddler doesn’t care as long as you give them the damn iPad. But at least with Cocomelon, if you just give them the iPad and walk away with your hands up in defeat, your toddler is probably not going to threaten to set the house on fire because Cocomelon told them to.
So yes, anyway, an excellent movie. I hope someone else is president when it gets nominated for Academy Awards because Jesus fucking Christ.
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How to remake Harry Potter:
(A step by step guide)
We’ve already had one god-awful adaptation that way too many people think is good. This is our one chance to have the book characters represented correctly, along with the plot they support.
I’ve put YEARS of thought into this. I’ve written scripts for episodes of a hypothetical tv show. I’ve drawn concept art. I’ve done shit. So I figured I’d share my thoughts.
1. Stick to the books*.
Stick to the books has a massive asterisk next to it because I mean the plot and characters. Some stuff (as you’ll see later) should be changed.
Nothing in this show should feel out of character. Harry should be closer with Ron than he is to Hermione. Snape should be a real d*ckhead. Hermione should be judgmental of those who don’t think like her, etc etc. The way these characters navigate their relationships is why the fandom is still relevant. It’s why canon-compliant fic is popular in the first place. We like their dynamics. SHOW THEM APPROPRIATELY.
Plot is a sticky thing because I’d say there’s wiggle room, but not too much. Certain characters have to die. Certain events must happen. You cant change that stuff.
2. Use the Medium.
You’re using film as a format to tell your story. Ideally you’d us animation, but I know Warner Bros has less creativity than Disney’s remake department, so I won’t even try and pitch that.
Use colour and saturation. It can help contextualize emotion. It can make us subconsciously recognize things. For instance, the scene growing more saturated when Ron walks into the room when Hermione is wearing the horcrux, or any multitude of other uses this could bring.
Bring in costume design that (actually fits the world) but also helps show how that character is feeling. What they’re thinking, their personality, their future, etc.
Make magic fun™️. The books sort of sidelined magic in 5-7. Don’t do that. Divert from the books. Magic should feel alive. Colour-code them so we as an audience can recognize spells and what they might do before we see it. Implement sound design to make each spell unique and vibrant. Make this world subtly bursting with magic like it was in the first few books. Have it weave around characters, wrap them up. Be creative with action scenes. Force transfiguration into battle scenes. Choreograph your duels. Show don’t tell us that a wizard/witch is powerful. Turn people into portraits. Lock them up as mice. USE MAGIC.
Your set design should reflect this. Everything should be bursting with personality. Don’t just use the shitty movie sets. Inject some colour, have the surroundings aid you in telling the story. Get weird with the camera. Use these tools to their fullest potential.
Actually fucking try.
3. Utilize Music.
Music is just… such a massive part of film. It’s frustrating how often even the best filmmakers overlook its use. Characters should have themes that mature and develop as the series goes on. Have action arrangements of the themes to play with heroic moments. As the series progresses, we grow attached to these themes. When they appear, the audience FEELS something. Don’t reuse great pieces to force emotion. (Dumbledore’s Farewell in The Prince’s Tale. Are you fucking kidding me?)
For example: Have a theme for Neville that starts out timid and uses very shy instrumentals, but we first hear a change when he stands up to the trio at the end of PS. Then it gains more instruments until OotP, when it grows again. Once we get to DH, it can be used in this heroic swell as he chops the head off the snake in front of Voldemort and everyone watching. The audience, consciously or not, will feel that moment even more.
Have a theme for Ron and Hermione that might not even be romantic until HBP when it gains that element. PLAY WITH MUSIC.
Themes for mystery, adventure, loss, love, friendship, LOCATION. Let them come back throughout the series to highlight various moments. See Lord of the Rings and The Hunger Games, as well as (surprisingly) the Fantastic Beasts films.
Let music affect the visuals. Magic can bend and swivel with the music. Use it to tell the story. Use it to show emotion. Use it to progress a character’s arc. USE CONSISTENT MUSIC.
4 . Be Bold.
This is the big one and it may seem like I’m contradicting myself but I’m not. Rowling’s work hasn’t aged crazily well to modern fiction standards. This is your chance to rectify that. Fill plot holes, actually think through the politics. Introduce world-building elements that enhance the story/characters. (The house system, and how Slytherin fits in. The logic behind avada kedavra???) Get creative with solutions. Contradict the original work when it comes to description of location. If it doesn’t work for the film format, don’t force it to work here.
Spend more time with characters we know are relevant, but maybe not to the plot. These are your Ginny Weasleys, your Seamus and Deans, Nevilles, etc. Really fill them in. Give them more scenes. Ginny has two phenomenal arcs that play completely off-screen, explore them. Show us her friendship with Hermione. Show us her insecurities and her faults. Give us more of her and Harry’s friendship. We know they get married, so maybe fix the whole “Rowling wrote the epilogue first, but didn’t realize she was waiting too long to introduce these characters until HBP”.
Add scenes. Add jokes. Add smiles and covert looks. You have more time, which means you have a chance to focus on friendships, and romance, and world building.
Tell multiple storylines. Give Remus and Tonks a cool spy/thriller subplot interjected with the main story in OotP. Show us more of Fleur staying in England. Give us more of Harry and Sirius bonding. All of this stuff can fit loosely into canon, and be welcome creative additions.
BE BOLD.
And finally,
5. This is your chance to not only retell the story, but to do it better.
RECOGNIZE THIS. Take advantage of this opportunity and enhance canon, don’t fight it.
Don’t add Hermione and Harry dancing because *YOU* don’t like where the romantic pairings went. Don’t add Draco sympathy because you want him to have a redemption arc. Don’t dumb Ron down because you don’t like the fact that he’s just like the teenage boys you dated in High School, and he was a bit immature.
Make changes, be bold, use music, stick to the books*, use the medium, but take this as the opportunity that it is to enhance what came before.
Thank you.
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skinny dipping
Kinktober Day 10 —> masterlist
pairing: steve harrington x reader
warnings: no clothes, non-established relationship, s4 doesn’t happen here, college!reader, sexual tensions, kissing
It was the summer of ‘86. Hot summer nights were some of your favorites. Yeah, they were a tad uncomfortable, but they felt freeing and innocent.
You had gotten a call earlier in the day from Steve asking you about a movie night and saying that his parents weren’t home. You started these movie nights so you and Steve could stay in touch while you were home for the summer.
Sure, you were friends before, but everything in the past couple of years had really changed your relationship for the better.
Packing up your stuff and letting your parents know where you were going, you made your way over to Steve’s. He stood at the door watching as you pulled in the driveway.
“Hey,” he greeted you with a soft smile.
“Hey,” you walked into his house, setting you things down by the couch, “So what movie are we watching?”
“Well I���ve got Goonies and Breakfast Club,” you thought hard for a moment.
“Well since we’ve kind of lived our own Goonies adventure, I’ll say Breakfast Club.”
He nodded as he moved to set up the movie. Something felt different about tonight, like something had changed between the two of you, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.
You situated yourself on the couch with the bowl of popcorn Steve had laid out, he joined you soon after hitting play. As the two of you sat close together, the room felt hot.
Did Steve look different? Was it his hair? His demeanor? Your undeniable hidden feelings for him?
You needed to cool off, you looked over to Steve who quickly turned his head towards the television and away from you, “Do you want to go for a swim?”
“A swim?”
“Yeah,”
“It’s like 9:30,”
“Yeah, and it’s hot in here, so do you want to go for a swim?”
Of course he does, there’s nothing he’d love to see more than you in a tiny little bikini in his pool.
“Yeah, sure. Um, you can change in the downstairs bathroom if you want.”
You’d already begun you trek to the outside patio, “I don’t have a swimsuit with me.”
Oh fuck. Is he dreaming right now?
Steve got up faster than ever before, following you quickly. He watched in awe as you peeled off your shorts, then your top, then your underwear, and then finally your bra. You jumped in the pool with no hesitation.
Coming up from your dive, you noticed Steve still standing by the door, just staring, “Are you going to get in?”
He nodded before stripping and hopping in the pool. He came up to you and splashed around, “I’ve never done this before,” you looked at him, surprised.
“You’ve had a pool your entire life and you’ve never skinny dipped?”
“Well, I never really considered it,”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t want to be alone,” you looked into his eyes, feeling some sort of primal urge.
You mustered up all your confidence, before pushing off the bottom of the pool and into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and wrapped your legs around his waist, taking into consideration the skin to skin contact.
You pushed your lips hard against his, “You’re not alone anymore.”
Pulling back, he brushed a piece of hair out of your face and smiled, “And thank God for that.”
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#stranger things#stranger things x reader
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Date Night with the Big 3
How the Big Three Would Take You Out on a date:
Mirio Togata
Mirio: *He popped his head through the door with a smiley face.* “Y/N, you ready for our date? I got your favorite!”
“Mirio, I’m coming! Jeez, just please give me a few more minutes to get ready alright? Why are you even rushing me?”
Mirio: “But it’s special, it’s our special day today!”
“As if the last dates weren’t special enough..you keep stalling like that and we might end up later than expected..” *They muttered as you were just about almost done getting ready in the bathroom, stepping out to grab your purse, you couldn’t help but pause to laugh as they saw Mirio just phasing through, his baby blue eyes popping out as he was making goofy faces.*
“Ah, oh here’s for my one and only, my sweet, beautiful gorgeous Y/N..” *He said as he wiggling both of his eyebrows in a flirtatious manner, but just as he was handing the flowers, he slowly realized that he was bare naked, except for having his boxers on of course.* “Oh right…hehe.” He phased his whole body out to grab his clothes and opened the door to change back into them before the two of you head out to a small 70s themed diner, shaving two plates of burgers and flies, sharing a vanilla smoothie together with two swirly straws from both ends.
Nejire Hado
“C’mon Y/N! You already look pretty/handsome as you already are! We’re gonna be late, you think that someone already took our reservation spot? Ooh, I can’t wait to actually go and be on a romantic soirée, all of the music and the scenery. It’ll be just spectacular…OH MY GOD!” *She was waiting on Y/N’s dorm bed, laying down forward with her feet kicking up the air as she was already dressed up, wearing a white sleeveless silk shirt and some navy blue slacks, her jaw dropping as she saw you, all fresh and in much more date night attire. She hopped off the bed as she walked up to you, looking at you in awe.* “Y/N..you’re so perfect, omggg. I just wanna kiss your face off, can’t we just cancel the date right now-!” *You grabbed her facial cheeks as she was practically melting into your touch as you smiled down at her.*
“No, Neji. We’re going to be late! You can continue talking while we’re on the way there.”
“That’s not fair, I wanna stay on here with you! Why don’t we just have a date night in here instead?” “Because it’s just better to go out more and spend time with the person I love the most.” *You stated as you held your hand out towards her, giving her a grin.* “And plus the movie theater is 30 minutes from here. We might end up being late if we don’t leave now.” And so the two of you went out on a movie theater date watching a cute movie together, you wrapping an arm around her shoulder as the two of you were sharing popcorn.
Tamaki Amajiki
Tamaki Amajiki: *The elven haired boy seemed rather nervous as he was standing outside of the dorm, holding a small group of flowers he picked out from the school garden, leaning his head towards the wooden wall in front of him as he was contemplating even going in the first place, he just couldn’t stand the thought of just being together in public at all, it was making his legs shaking by the minute. That was until he was so lost on thought that once you opened the door, he fell down on the floor inside the dorm, his while body tilted forward.*
“Tams, watch out!” *You caught him just in time before he accidentally concussed himself, holding him by the shoulders.*
“R-Right, sorry Y/N..also about that date, m-maybe we should just not go. I wouldn’t want to bother you and…and..” *His eyes widened as he saw the sight of you, all dolled up and so breathtaking that he just froze, seeing you in such formal attire.* “Y/N..you look…” *He gulped as he stared down at the flowers beginning to wilt in his trembling hands. For some weird reason, he just had that little spark in his shy brain telling him to be honest as he was clearing out all of the doubts in his mind when he saw your pretty face, those gorgeous eyes staring back at him as you were looking to the side for a moment as the two of you shared an awkward moment of silence, his ears and face turning red like a tomato.*
“Forget about what I said earlier..you look so beautiful, like extremely beautiful..” *He blurred out as he looked directly towards the ground, handing her the small flowers.*
*You were definitely the bashful type as you heard his simple yet thoughtful words as you fixed up your hair. You didn’t really mind the unkept flower, just the fact that he muster up the courage to even ask you out in the first place, especially since you were on a busy academic schedule* “Oh..why thank you, Tamaki. And those flowers..they look so lovely.” And so, after a shy yet awakes silence, the two of you made your way down to a quiet hill place which was sort of your own little spot to watch the fireflies surrounding you both.
#big 3 mha#mha tamaki#tamaki amajiki#mirio togata#mha mirio#togata mirio#nejire hado#mha nejire#nejire chan#bnha nejire#my hero academia nejire#my hero academia#mha x y/n#y/n#black reader#gender neutral reader#boku no hero academia
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Amangela Dialogue Prompts
Fluff
Angela: “Your hair is so soft…”
Amanda: “It’s too cold! Come back!”
Angela: “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”
Amanda: “C’mere. You can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”
Angela: “What? Does that feel good?”
Angela: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
Amanda: “No-no, it’s alright. Come here.”
Amanda: “I’m not going to leave you. You don’t ever have to be by yourself again.”
Angela: “Wait, don’t pull away…not yet.”
Amanda: “You look really cute in that sweater.”
Angela: “You’re a huge inspiration to me.”
Amanda: “God, you always make me blush so fucking much.”
Angela: “The first second I saw you, I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”
Amanda: “I really love holding you, darling.”
Angela: “Could you hold my hand?”
Amanda: “Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”
Angela: “Your lips are really warm.”
Hurt/Comfort/Sick
Amanda: “Tell me where it hurts.”
Amanda: “Let me see.”
Angela: “How bad is it?”
Amanda: “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.”
Angela: “Why didn’t you tell me it hurt so bad?”
Angela: “I fell.”
Amanda: “I’m glad that you’re here.”
Amanda: “You’re not doing this alone.”
Angela: “You’re what’s important to me right now.”
Amanda: “I’m coming to get you. Stay there.”
Angela: “You’re not fine. You need to rest.”
Amanda: “Shh, it’s okay now. I’m here. Everything will be fine.”
Angst
Angela: “I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.”
Angela: “I really think it’s easier for people when I’m not around.”
Amanda: “Don’t do this to yourself!”
Angela: “You’re not leaving, are you?”
Amanda: “Just talk to me. Please.”
Angela: “Let me help you.”
Angela: “Stop pushing me away.”
Amanda: “I just need some time to myself.”
Amanda: “Please look at me.”
Angela: “You deserve more.”
Amanda: “Why are you so stubborn?”
Angela: “Y-You never had a problem with it before.”
Amanda: “You’re making me think everything they told me about you is right.”
Amanda: “Can I hug you?”
Angela: “I wish you were here.”
Angela: “I let you down.”
Jealousy
Angela: “No way…you’re actually jealous.”
Amanda: “We need to talk about that little stunt you pulled earlier.”
Angela: “I just didn’t like that too much, alright?”
Amanda: “I’m not upset.”
Angela: “I didn’t know you were the jealous type.
Amanda: “Oh, come on, you and I both know what he was doing.”
Angela: “You saw that? You saw that, right?”
Amanda: “Actually, we’re leaving early, we have somewhere to be.”
Friends to Lovers
Amanda: “You’re already the most important person in my life.”
Angela: ‘I’ve always liked you. More than you ever knew.”
Any cast member: ‘“Just friends” don’t look at each other like that.”
Angela: “Maybe we should kiss…just to know what it's like.”
Amanda: “I’d spoil you rotten if I got the chance.”
Angela: “You’re always there when I need you.”
Amanda: “It’s like I’m seeing you in a completely new light.”
Angela: “I had this really strange dream of us and I have no idea what to think of it.”
Amanda: “Come here, I’ll keep you warm.”
Angela: “Are you saying you actually want to kiss me?”
Amanda: “I’m so glad to have you by my side.”
Angela: “Can you like…hold my hand for a second?”
Love Confessions
Amanda: “Don’t even pretend to not know how incredibly sexy and amazing you are.”
Angela: “You could take over the whole fucking world and I’d be so down as long as I could be with you.”
Amanda: “No, you idiot. I love you.”
Angela: “I can’t not love you, it’s just not in me. Crap…did I say that out loud?”
Amanda: ‘You’re my world.”
Angela: “God, I’m so into you.”
Amanda: “I can’t trust anyone that doesn’t love you. Like I do.”
Angela: ‘My brain just goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going a little crazy.”
Blushy starters (most of these are Angela)
Angela: “You have something in your hair, umm…Do you want me to get it out?”
Angela: “Oh yeah, you can call me whatever you want…That came out wrong.”
Amanda: “This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
Angela: “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”
Amanda: “That pet name was so gushy but also so cute.”
Angela: “Wanna, like- I mean, if you’re not busy…We could get lunch? Or like…coffee?”
Angela: “You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”
Domestic Cuteness (most of these are Amanda)
Angela: “I can’t find the remote.” (Amanda: “I’m actually going to kill you.”)
Amanda: “I told you I have a meeting in an hour! Get out of the shower!”
Amanda: “As much as I’d like to stay in bed, I’ve gotta make breakfast.”
Amanda: “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
Angela: “Snuggle with me.”
Amanda: “God you’re bleeding! How the hell did you do that?” (Angela: “I was trying to cut tomatoes.”)
Amanda: “How about this? I go out, get your favorite ice cream while you take a nice bath and by the time we’re both done, we can watch our show.”
Angela: “Damn it, I forgot the toothpaste.”
Angela: “You look exhausted. Go to bed, I’ll straighten up and take care of everything else.”
Amanda: “I put it on the grocery list!” (Angela: “I didn’t think I needed the list!”) “Well clearly you did!”
Amanda: “Hon, if you take any more naps on the couch you’re going to mess up your back.”
Amanda: “No, sweetie, it’s okay…”
Amanda: “I smell something burning, you sure you’re okay in there?” (Angela: “I’m fine! I’m fine!”)
Amanda: “Did you seriously use the last of the milk for this?” (Angela: “I thought it would taste good!”
Worried/Relieved
Amanda: “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
Angela: “You said you’d only be two hours, two!”
Amanda: “Please. Be careful. I’m serious.”
Angela: “Are you hurt? You look hurt, are you sure everything’s okay?”
Amanda: “You don’t have to go out there again if you don’t want to.”
Angela: “Bring a damn charger next time, you scared the shit out of me!”
Amanda: “I’m so proud of you. So proud.”
Angela: “Don’t overdo it. Please.”
Amanda: “I’ll go. You’ve done enough for the day.”
Angela: “I couldn’t find you and I just thought something happened, alright?”
Amanda: “I just needed to hear your voice. I just needed to hear it.”
Angela: “What the hell happened?”
Smut
Amanda: “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
Angela: “Wow, I didn’t realize you were that…flexible.”
Amanda: “If you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?”
Angela: “You’re mine. And I don’t share.”
Amanda: “Come sit in my lap.”
Angela: “You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this. Just for me.”
Amanda: “Okay, let’s not ruin the sofa.”
Angela: “Uh, yep that’s me. I love to fuck, that’s me.”
Amanda: “I’d hold onto something if I were you.”
Angela: “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”
Amanda: “If you want it, you better beg.”
Angela: “You can get louder, can’t you?”
Caretaker
Amanda: “Keep breathing, you’re doing great.”
Angela: “I’m right here, babe. Just look at me.”
Amanda: “Keep breathing, you’re doing great.”
Angela: “Shut up so I can help you.”
Amanda: “Talk to me. Tell me about something you like.”
Angela: “You don’t have to be ashamed. Everyone needs someone.”
Amanda: “Try to eat something.”
Angela: “What do you need?”
Amanda: “Shh-No, no, don’t panic. You’re right here.”
Angela: “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused some really weird dreams.”
Amanda: “Do you want to try to go back to sleep? Should I make tea?”
Angela: “How long has this been going on?”
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happy WIP Wednesday, zamasian lovelies! this week i bring you more snips from the ongoing sequel to push me hard! the first two screens are earlier in the fic, then the second two are a little later, with a good chunk between!
the full text is below the cut as usual! and last week's snippet from the same fic -> here
A: [FUCK I forgot I said I’d go for drinks with Jacob and Sam after wrap…]
E: [Aw shoot, guess you’re gonna miss out then.]
A: [:(((((]
E: [Does more faces mean more sad? What even is this.]
A: [cruel cruel man. I’m gonna be stuck drinking cocktails and god knows what else and you’re just poking fun at my millennial typing habits when you could be doing anything else more fun!]
E: [Oh yeah? Like jerking it on camera for you? Sending it like a mini porno straight to your phone?]
A: [...] A: [fucking hell eric]
E: [Oh, you like that idea? Your own little movie of filth you can jerk it to when you’re on your own?]
A: [is this sexting? are you sexting me right now?]
E: [You tell me. Is this sexting?]
A: [depends. what are you wearing?]
E: [Kid, you know what I’m wearing. The same shit I was wearing all day after my shoots were done.]
A: [no fun!!!]
E: [Jeans. And I have a grey shirt on, I guess? Black undershirt, black briefs. Socks. Shall I go on? Is it too sexy for you yet?]
A: [NO FUN!!!!!!]
E: [My hand’s down my pants you know.] E: [Thinking about what we said last night. Your mouth instead of my hand.]
A: [yeah?]
E: [Yeah. You’ve got real pretty lips, I bet they’d look amazing round my cock. But since you’re busy, I guess I’ll have to entertain myself, so hand it is.]
A: [eric…]
E: [You got a hard on, baby? Thinking about being on your knees between my thighs?]
A: really fucking inconvenient hard on since i just got my coat on and now we’re off to the fucking pub. It’s a good job it’s dark.] A: [tell me more though…]
Hah. Eric palmed his cock again, rubbing down between jeans and briefs, surprised at how much this was actually starting to get him hard. He always loved to talk dirty during sex, so he figured maybe it stood to reason he’d enjoy sexting too, even if just thinking the word made him feel a hundred years old.
- - - * - - -
He sent both to Assad, then sighed. For all his grand ideas about jerking off for Assad now then having fun again later on, well. There came a point where you had to be realistic, and if he was honest with himself, Eric would much rather come in Assad’s mouth than in his own hand.
His cock twitched, and he tucked it away, fastening up his fly. Well, nothing to say he couldn’t keep texting the guy. Didn’t need a hard on for that; just his way with words.
A: [that’s really fucking hot…….]
E: [That’s your last pictures babe, don’t waste them. Tell me about your drink, and I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to you later.]
A: [last pictures? What happened to the grand porno you were gonna shoot?] A: [drink’s really good btw. STRONG. Too much absinthe for me, i got a different one. See]
A photo of a different drink was attached this time, this one in a tall, quite plain looking glass, a twist of lemon peel hanging over the edge and half of it missing.
E: [Looks good, what is it? Just wondering what you’ll taste like when I kiss you tonight.]
A: [Autumn in Chicago! Not sure how it measures up to the real thing in Chicago, but it tastes nice. Pears! And ginger too.] A: [what else are you gonna do tonight?]
E: [Pears and ginger, huh? Sounds wonderful. I was thinking about what I said last night, do you remember?]
A: [like i could forget. Pretty sure i dreamt about it, actually. I mean, you already kinda did suck my dick last night too. It was nice.]
E: [Oh, only nice? Well, guess I gotta try harder. I don’t know though, not sure I’d call that properly sucking your cock, babe. That was just an appetizer.]
A: [what’s the main course? Eric Bogosian Deep Throat Special?] A: [.....actually that sounds pretty good. I’d eat at that restaurant]
E: [It’d cost you - expensive restaurant. Four Michelin stars, you know.] E: [But yeah, pretty much my plan. Hold you close, suck you off until you cum in my mouth. Wonder if it’ll taste like pears.]
A: [wow okay. god. That’s hot. Although still pretty unfair! When do i get to suck your dick?]
E: [How about afterwards? When you’re all soft and pliable, get you on your knees and fuck those pretty lips of yours.]
A: [...] A: [...fuck]
E: [Oh yeah, you like the sound of that?]
#zamasian#quailfic#assad texts are in orange in the text version under the cut!#these will be in whatsapp format when i finally finish and post to ao3!#hope u guys enjoy!! 💚💚💚
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frozen & sleepovers
pairing: jamie drysdale x fem!reader
warnings: none
summary: you and jamie opt to watch your neice for a week and it makes him realize something.
a/n: will not be taking frozen slander ✋
masterlist: here
your brother and sister-in-law were going away for a week vacation and asked if you and jamie could watch your neice, junie. you both said yes because you adored the girl.
a knock sounds through the place, signaling their arrival. jamie answers the door while you’re in the kitchen popping a bag of popcorn for movie night.
“uncle jamie!” she squeals and you hear jamie laugh.
“hi munchkin. you excited to spend the week with aunt y/n and i?” you couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation. after a few minutes, you hear the door close and jamie walks into the kitchen with junie resting on his hip. she sweals when she sees you and she reaches her hands out to you. you take her from jamie’s arms and start tickling her sides. she laughs and giggles and then you cease your actions.
“hi june bug. you ready for the best sleepover ever?” she nods her head enthusiastically and then the microwave goes off, signaling the popcorn being done. you set her on the counter and she watches as you take the bag of popcorn out and empty it into a bowl.
“what are you doing?” she asks
“we’re gonna watch a movie and you need popcorn, duh.” she giggles
“alright, let’s go to the living room.” you help her off the counter and head into the small living room. jamie sits on the end of the couch, you sit beside him, and junie opts to sit in your lap.
“what movie are we watching?” she asks and you tell her she’ll see. when the opening scene comes on, she gets excited.
“frozen!” she cheers and you and jamie both softly laugh. the two of you loved frozen, and now with junie here, it gave you more of a reason to watch it.
jamie is pretty much the only one eating the popcorn since you and junie were too busy singing.
“oh my god! jamie, it’s our song, come on,” you get up and extend a hand to him. he sighs and gets up off the couch, taking your hand in his.
“okay, can i just… say something crazy?”
“i love crazy,” jamie sings back.
“all my life has been a series of doors in my face,” you turn so that your back is facing jamie. “and then suddenly i bump into you,” you dramatically turn back around to face him. the two of you continue to sing along to the song, making junie laugh. when you’re done, you sit back down on the couch, huffing from your performance.
“you have an awful voice, uncle jamie.” he gasps at her antics and you hold back a laugh. jamie then starts to fake cry and junie just laughs. soon, let it go starts to play and both you and junie sing your lungs out to it.
jamie just watches in adoration, thinking of how someday he’d love to have this with you. his own little family. as you were singing with junie, jamie toys with the ring box in his pocket, smiling to himself as you finish off the song.
“how’d we do, jaim?” jamie is snapped out of his thoughts by your voice and he gives you a big smile.
“10/10. i think american idol called,” he points to your phone lying on the coffee table and you laugh.
“i think it’s for june bug here. she’s the real star of the show.” she hugs your legs, looking up at you. you brush the stray hairs out of her face.
“can we have mac n cheese tonight? but the frozen ones!” you nod
“just your luck, i think we still have some in the pantry.” she cheers and you head into the kitchen to cook dinner. she follows you, her little feet padding on the hardwood floor.
you could already tell this week was going to be amazing.
tags: @jackhues @jackhughesily
a/n: some jamie fluff to cope with this long week
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The One Where Everyone Finds Out
The Court - Throne of Glass x FRIENDS - Fic Series
S5, E14 : After Lysandra finds out Elide and Lorcan are secretly together, she, Aelin, and Fenrys plan to get the couple to confess. Meanwhile, Rowan finds a new apartment that’s too good to pass up.
Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Read on Ao3
Warnings: Language, Nudity (non graphic)
8093 words
A/N - I don’t know if I love this but I was more than halfway done and I couldn’t not finish it, so let me know what you think lol. This is the first piece I’ve written in a few months and I’m trying to shake myself out of this slump.
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Cartons of Chinese food were scattered across the coffee table still pleasantly warm despite having been brought back in take-out containers. Lysandra’s voice cut through the chatter that seemed to always fill the apartment as she stood by the large wall of windows overlooking the building beside them.
“Oh hey, you guys, look” she chirped, moving to get a better view, “Ugly Naked Guy is putting stuff in boxes.”
That was enough to encourage everyone up from their spots in the living room and leave their food to join her. All except Lorcan; he kept eating, like popcorn for a movie, as they watched the man they’d all come to know pack away his things. Well, as much as you can get to know someone by spying on them in the nude for years without actual conversation.
Aelin crouched down and moved so Elide could see too. “I'd say from the looks of it, our naked buddy is moving.”
“Ironically, most of the boxes seem to be labeled clothes,” Rowan snorted, crossing his arms and squinting as he read what was scribbled onto the cardboard.
“Aw,” Aelin crooned, “I’m gonna miss that big old squishy butt.” As weird as it was, the view had been a strangely comforting constant in all the years she’d been around.
“Aaand we're done with the chicken fried rice.” Lorcan’s groan of disgust earned him some chuckles that he rolled his eyes at as he tossed aside his meal.
“Hey!” Rowan glanced around with a small grin as an idea came to him. “If he's moving, maybe I should try to get his place!” It would make his life so much easier. A chorus of yeahs and oohs and good ideas quickly answered him before he added “It would be so great to live across from you guys.”
Nodding, Fenrys chimed in excitedly, “Yeah! Then we could do that telephone thing! Y'know, you have a can, we have a can and it's connected by a string!”
Before the blond could even finish talking, Lorcan closed his eyes and sighed heavily through his nose. “Or we can do the actual telephone thing.”
“Taking all the fun out of it,” Fenrys muttered under his breath, reaching around Lorcan to steal his discarded food as they wandered away from the window.
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The next day, Aelin and Lysandra joined Rowan for a tour of the prospective apartment. Most things had already been packed away, but there was still enough left to make you feel like it was a reals living space. The familiar couch sat in the middle of the living room along with another chair and side table, and a large cabinet nested in the corner.
“Gods, I love this apartment.” Rowan walked around the surprisingly spacious living room in disbelief. “Isn't it perfect? I can't believe I never realized how great it is.”
Aelin agreed, scoffing as much to herself as any of them, “Ah, well, that’s because your eye immediately goes to the big naked man.”
He pointed at her and nodded. Approval shone on his face as he kept looking around the place. He could clearly picture where he would set up his own furniture, where he’d display souvenirs and knick-knacks…he could even paint the walls and make it feel brand new.
“It’s amazing!” Lysandra agreed as she paced behind the sofa. “You better hurry up and fill out an application or I'm gonna beat you to it. Aedion and I could use a bigger space.” She muttered the last bit under her breath, but fondness shone through her tone.
Rowan chuckled good-naturedly until Lysandra made to walk out the door and then he quickly hurried out before she could. The brunette’s huff of a laugh followed him around the corner.
“Well, I never thought I’d say this,” Aelin mused, “but I'm gonna go use Ugly Naked Guy's bathroom.”
Lysandra watched Aelin giddily walk away before getting a closer look at the window that up until now had been their only glimpse into this surprisingly interesting apartment. It was tall and wide, letting in lots of light, and offered a clear view of the building next door…of Elide and Lorcan who stood in their own apartment a little above Lysandra’s eyeline.
“Oh, look! There’s Ellie and Salvaterre!” Her voice carried to Aelin in the other room as she grinned and tried getting her friends’ attention. “Hey! Hey, you guys! Hey!”
Despite yelling and waving her arms trying to get them to notice her, they remined oblivious to their unwitting audience. She was just about to pull out her phone to call them and say ‘hey, look out your window, it’s me!’ when they moved.
Lysandra’s excited grin wiped clear off her face, leaving her to watch in horror as Elide and Lorcan grabbed at each other at the same time and pulled themselves into a fierce kiss while simultaneously unbuttoning and pulling off the other’s clothes.
“Oh!” She shrieked, the sound laced with shock, gaping at what she was seeing. “Oh no! Ahh-ahhh!”
Hasty footsteps echoed behind her as Aelin rushed to see what was causing Lysandra’s horrified screams. “What?” It only took a second to register, and then blue-gold eyes flew wide at the scene.
“Ahh!” Lysandra screamed again, pointing frantically at the couple. “Elide and Lorcan! Elide and Lorcan!” It was like a horror movie she couldn’t drag herself out of.
“Oh my gods!” Aelin added her voice to the screaming. Lysandra’s hysteria serving only ramp up Aelin’s own panic, more horrified at the display itself than the pair doing it.
“ELIDE AND LORCAN!”
“OH MY GODS!”
Lysandra finally tore her gaze away when she was flashed a glimpse of Lorcan she’d never, ever wanted to see. “Oh! My eyes! My eyes!”
She scrambled backwards away from the window as Aelin quickly followed and tried to get a hold of her.
“Lys!” Aelin grabbed her shoulders, urging her friend to stop freaking out. “Lysandra! It’s okay, It’s okay!”
“NO!” she screamed, turning back towards the window, pointing an accusatory finger at it before immediately remembering why she’d looked away in the first place and clamped her eyes shut again. “THEY’RE DOING IT!”
“I KNOW! I KNOW!”
“YOU KNOW?!”
“Yes, I know!” Aelin hissed frantically. “And Fenrys knows! But Rowan and Aedion don’t know so you have to stop screaming!”
“What going on?”
Both women whirled to find Rowan in the doorway.
Aelin leapt forward and spun Rowan around so his back was towards the view and a still reeling Lysandra, and plastered on a wide grin as she did her best to divert his attention.
“What? What?” He tried turning again but Aelin’s hands on his shoulders kept him in place.
“Nothing! Oh gods, we’re just so excited you might be getting this apartment!” she exclaimed and kept clapping and laughing.
His shoulders relaxed and he carded a hand through his hair as the corners of his mouth twitched up. “Actually, it looks really good.”
As he tried turning once again, Lysandra finally snapped out of it and started screaming excitedly, drawing his attention to her with an almost manic look in her eyes. Aelin quickly joined her and amped up the distraction by jumping around to keep Rowan’s gaze off the very clear, very indiscreet window.
“Ahh!” Incoherent cheering filled the apartment as Aelin and Lysandra desperately tried to keep Rowan focused on the moment.
Too caught up in the weirdness to wonder why his friends were being so odd in the first place, Rowan let Aelin tug on him to be excited too. With a bewildered shrug, Rowan quickly thought fuck it, this place is awesome and started jumping and cheering along with them.
***
Back in Cadre Coffee, Aelin felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she finally got to tell some else about the ‘secret’ relationship. She and Lysandra carried their coffees to their favorite couch - it really was amazing how it always seemed to be empty – as Lysandra kept asking questions about their friend’s sneaking around.
“You mean whenever Elide and Lorcan were like, y’know doing laundry or going grocery shopping, or—Oh! All that time Elide spent on her phone with sad Molly from camp?”
Humming along as Lysandra talked, Aelin nodded and corrected with a bit of smug satisfaction, “Uh-huh, doing it. Doing it. Phone doing it.”
“I can’t believe it!” The brunette leaned back against the soft backing of the couch. “I mean, wow, that’s great! For him.” She shrugged half-jokingly, “she could do better.”
Aelin snorted into her coffee as the bell above the door jingled and Fenrys walked in.
“Fen! Come here!” Aelin waved him over to plunk down into the chair next to them
“What?” He shrugged off his jacket and furrowed his brow at her urgency.
Grinning brightly, Aelin said, “Lys just found out about Elide and Lorcan.”
He shot her confused glare and said in an entirely unconvincing tone, “You mean how they’re friends and nothing more?”
“No. Fen, she knows!” Aelin rolled her eyes at him but explained. “We were at Ugly Naked Guy's apartment, and we saw them doing it through the window.” Fenrys’ sharp inhale cut her off midsentence, but she went on. “Actually, we saw them doing it up against the window.”
“Okay,” Lysandra interjected, “so they know that you know, and they don’t know that Aelin knows?”
Fenrys nodded. “Yes. But you know what? It doesn’t matter who knows what. Now, enough of us know that we can just tell them that we know! Then all the lying and the secrets would finally be over!”
“Hold on a second,” Lysandra’s brows pinched together and confusion flitted across her face. “Why are they keeping it a secret?”
The three shared a look before Aelin shrugged and guessed, “Maybe they didn’t want to mess things up if it didn’t work out?”
“Sneaking around is hot,” Fen offered instead.
“Thought we’d judge them?” Aelin suggested. “I mean, we are, but it’s not like that’s gonna stop them.”
“Okay, fine,” Lysandra brushed past it. “Doesn’t matter why, it just matters that it used to be a secret and now it’s not.”
“For us. Rowan and Aedion still don’t know.”
Both women shot Fenrys a flat look for adding that obvious clarification. Aelin refocused. “Okay, so, we tell them that we know?”
A feline grin spread across Lysandra’s lips as her eyes twinkled with delight. “Or, we could not tell them that we know and have a little fun of our own.”
“What do you mean?” Aelin asked skeptically. She been on both sides of Lysandra’s ideas before; she knows that glint in her eye can only mean trouble. Or hilarity; its all about perspective.
“Well, y'know every time that they say that they're like doing laundry we'll just give them a bunch of laundry to do.”
“Ooh, I would enjoy that!” One thing Aelin didn’t like about the building was the lack of in-unit washing machines. If she could avoid trekking up and down from the ground floor and have a little fun messing with her friends, it was a no-brainer.
“No, no no!” Fenrys cut them off with a shake of his head. “No, wait, Ael, you know what would even be more fun?” he dropped the faux interest and deadpanned, “Telling them.”
“Mmm, no, I wanna do Lys’ thing.”
The man groaned. He knew a losing battle when he saw one, but couldn’t help bemoaning, “I can’t take any more…”
Lysandra shook her head and reassured him, “No! You don't have to do anything! Just don't tell them that we know!”
“No, no. I can’t take any more secrets!” With wild eyes he looked to Aelin, “I’ve got your secrets. I've got their secrets. I got secrets of my own y'know!”
“Oh, you don't have any secrets!”
“Oh yeah,” Fenrys scoffed. “Well, you don't know about Moony, my bedtime furry friend.”
A beat of silence passed during which Fenrys sunk back into his chair and looked like he wanted to crawl inside it. Taking pity on him, Aelin refocused on Lysandra.
“So, how are we going to mess with them?”
They both ignored Fenrys’ annoyed groan.
“Well, you could use your position y'know as the roommate.” Lysandra suggested.
“Okay.” Easy enough.
“And then. I would use the strongest tool at my disposal. My sexuality.” She threw both her friends a wink. But her expression faltered. “ I would…if y’know, if I wasn’t married to your cousin.”
“Right…” Aelin hummed. “And how set in stone are you about that? I mean, do you like like him?”
“Do I like like my husband?”
“Uh huh.” At Lysandra’s exasperated sigh, Aelin lifted her hands placatingly. “Fine, fine, you’re the one suggesting we mess with Elide and Lorcan, I’m just wondering if you’re not fully committed.” When she met her friend’s eye again, they had a silent conversations consisting of raised eyebrows, quirked lips, and head tilts. Then they both swung around to look at Fenrys. She opened her mouth to ask—
“No. Don’t look at me. I mean, it would totally work, I could charm the hell out of ‘Lide,” he pointedly ignored the double snort. “But no, nuh-uh, this is your scheme, you do the dirty work. I will sit on the sidelines and watch happily as this all blows up.”
“Alright, blondie,” Lysandra and Fenrys both turned to Aelin, “its up to you to ‘charm the hell’ out of Salvaterre.”
A long pause settled around them as Aelin blinked at her friend.
“Absolutely not—”
“Oh that is so not going to work…”
“Hey,” Lysandra shook her head and cut off both interjections. “What happened to being fully committed?”
“Not happening– ”
“…not even believable…”
Spek of the devil – Lorcan chose that moment to stride into Cadre Coffee, effectively cutting off the trio’s conversation. He greeted them quickly before stopping at the counter to order. With his attention elsewhere, he didn’t see the looks his friends were erratically exchanging.
Lysandra kept jerking her head towards Lorcan with wide, adamant eyes while Aelin glared daggers at her and shook her head furiously. Her silent scoffs at her friend’s stubborn nods only emphasized how ridiculous she thought the plan was. All while Fenrys looked between the two with mixtures of disbelief, amusement, and skepticism.
The women’s intense silent conversation finally ended with Aelin jabbing a finger in the brunette’s face, sighing deeply, and plastering on a fake smile.
“You owe me big time. Big. Time.” she hissed. Then Aelin shook her head and loosed a breath. “Okay, watch, learn,” her eyes flicked towards Fenrys, “and don’t eat my cookie.”
Standing up from the couch, Aelin made her way to the counter where Lorcan was waiting for his coffee. She summoned up a bright smile and inwardly cringed because there was no way this was going to work. Lorcan was never going to believe she was into him. She couldn’t sell that. And even if she could, he knew she would never do that to Elide. But he didn’t know she knew about Elide…which is why she was doing this at all…but it didn’t matter because she would rather kiss her cousin than Lorcan and that was something that made her want to vomit, but if she vomited on Salvaterre? Well, then all this wouldn’t be in vain, but—
“Hey,” Lorcan’s deep voice cut through her spiral and she managed a blink and a sly quirk of her lips.
Fine.
“Hey,” she leaned closer to him and swept her eyes over his figure, hoping she was putting on as a good a show as she thought. “Oh, wow that jacket looks great on you.”
He lifted a dark brow and squinted in confusion. Yeah, this was stupid, Aelin should drop it and move along and forget she even tried. And get back at Lysandra for even suggesting it.
“Really?” He drew out the word with the level of skepticism she expected from him at her unexpected compliment.
Okay, fuck it. If Aelin was going to put on a show, then she would bring her best performance. “Yeah, the material feels so soft,” she stepped closer into his space, ignoring the incredulous look he flashed her as she ran a hand up and down his arm. “—hello Mr. Bicep! Have you been working out?”
Fenrys choked on a laugh that he tried covering up as a cough and she subtly kicked the back of the couch.
Lorcan opened and closed his mouth completely thrown off guard by Aelin’s come-ons. She couldn’t blame him.
“Well, I try to you know…” he carefully answered, probably deciding whether or not to just go with whatever the hell she was doing. “…lift things.”
Her giggles hurt her own ears and he kept looking at her like she’d grown a second head.
“Are you okay?” Lorcan asked clearly disturbed with this whole interaction.
“Well, if you really wanna know, I’m—oh! ! I can't tell you this.” Aelin forced another light laugh and brushed his arm again.
He looked genuinely concerned now. She was acting so far out of off from her normal self that he honestly worried for her sanity. “Galathynius, you can tell me.”
“Well, actually, you're the one person I can't tell this to.” She stepped back and looked up at Lorcan although her lashes, batting them a few times for equal measure. “And the one person I want to the most.”
Lorcan kept watching her as he reached around for his finished coffee. Had she smoked something before coming here? What the fuck? “What’s going on?”
She sent a silent apology to Elide. And to Lorcan. And to herself. Aelin coated the sigh leaving her lips in longing and looked at a point over his shoulder.
“I think it’s just, y'know, that I haven't been with a guy in so long and how sometimes you're looking for something and you just don’t even see that it's right there in front of you sipping coffee—Oh no, have I said too much?” She feigned a gasp and for the first time had to hold in a laugh at the look of pure revulsion that settled on the man’s face. Don’t worry Salvaterre, feeling’s mutual. “Well, it's just something to think about.” She flashed him a flirty wink. “I know I will.”
With one last glance at Lorcan’s disturbed face, Aelin grabbed her coat and walked out of the café with an extra sway to her hips.
***
That evening, when Elide and Lorcan were about to go to sleep, Elide settled herself against Lorcan’s chest and absentmindedly drew patterns across his skin.
“You are so cute,” she crooned with a sly grin, “how did you get to be so cute?”
Lorcan rolled his eyes at her and scowled, but as much as he tried, he couldn’t stop the heat that lined his cheeks. “I’m not cute,” he grunted, “I’m manly.”
“You can be manly and cute, they are not mutually exclusive,” She argued. “Key example: you.”
He grunted again but Elide emphasized her point with a kiss that had him tightening his hold around her, pulling her more firmly into his space. “You know, that is a popular opinion today.”
At the sound his voice trailing off, Elide propped herself up on an elbow and arched a brow. “What?”
She waited as Lorcan scrubbed a confused hand down his face.
“The weirdest thing happened at the coffee house,” he furrowed his brows, still trying to make sense of the odd, and frankly disturbing, interaction he’d had earlier. “I think…I think Aelin was hitting on me.”
Elide snorted so hard she almost choked. “What are you talking about?”
Groaning again, Lorcan unenthusiastically explained, “I’m telling you, I think Aelin was coming onto me.”
“That’s not possible.” His girlfriend answered so fast that despite wholeheartedly agreeing with her—
“Ouch.”
“I’m sorry, its just,” Elide rolled her eyes again and sat up. “Aelin would never hit on you. She’s always accepted you as a necessary evil – her words, not mine – and sure, you’ve grown on her in the last few years, but in a, in a sexless acquaintance sort of way.”
“Oh y’know, I can’t hear that enough,” he deadpanned even as the corner of his mouth twitched up.
Chuckling, Elide brushed her hair over her shoulder and shook her head. “I’m sorry, Lor, I think you just misunderstood her.”
It’s not like he wanted Galathynius’ advances, but if he had to go through the disturbing interaction, then gods be damned Elide should too. Lorcan propped himself up against the headboard and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “No, I didn’t misunderstand, okay? She was all over me! She touched my bicep for crying out loud!”
His girlfriend’s dark brows shot up and she eyed the offending muscle. “This bicep?”
He let her fingers graze a path down his arm, waiting until she was halfway to his elbow to flex. She almost startled at the sudden strain of his muscle but instead flashed him a smirk and lied backdown. “I wouldn’t blame her,” she hummed, “if that had actually happened.”
With a resigned huff, Lorcan dropped it.
***
Aelin and Lysandra were spread out in the apartment’s living room while Lorcan sat in the kitchen. The blonde flipped through a magazine she had opened on the small coffee table. Elide breezed in from her bedroom and the sudden entrance made the other two women look up.
“Hey El, what are you doing today?” Aelin asked. “Wanna come see a movie with us?” she jerked her head towards Lysandra who waited for Elide’s answer.
The quick glance at Lorcan wasn’t missed. “Uh, you know actually, I was going to do some laundry.”
Aelin feigned nonchalance as she forced back an eyeroll, sharing a confirming glance with Lysandra. “Oh.”
Elide spun towards her not-so-secret secret boyfriend. “Hey Lorcan, wanna do it with me?”
“Sure, yeah, I’ll do it with you.” The large man pushed himself to his feet with surprising eagerness
“Okay,” Elide grinned back.
Aelin smirked and sprung up from where she’d been sitting on the floor. “Okay great, hold on a sec!” Before anyone else could chime in, she was in and out of her room, carrying a large bag of laundry. “Here you go! Oh you don’t mind, do you?” She opened her eyes wide and pulled her most grateful face. “That would really help me out a lot, thanks!”
It took everything in her not to laugh at the panicked look that dashed across her friends’ faces.
“I mean, uh, I don’t think I have enough quarters,” Elide shrugged, doing her best to look apologetic.
“I have quarters!” Lysandra jumped up and pulled a cartoonishly large sack of loose change from her purse and came to stand next to Aelin as her lips spread in a wide grin.
Rowan chose that moment to stride into the apartment and unknowingly saving Elide and Lorcan from having to come up with another lie. “Hey.”
“Hey Whitethorn, any word on the apartment yet?” Lysandra asked, sitting back down in her chair.
“Well, I called over there and it turns out Ugly Naked Guy is subletting it himself and he's already had like a hundred applicants.”
“Oh.”
“Oh man.”
“No, no,” He waved off their sympathetic groans. Rowan had a smug air about him as explained. “I got the edge. I know it's not exactly ethical, but I sent him a little bribe to tip the scales in my direction. Check it out, you can probably see it from the window.”
Rowan aimed straight for the large paned window followed closely by his curious and nosey friends. The apartment across the way was filled from floor to ceiling with treats, toys, and trinkets. Rowan’s shoulders started to slump when Elide squeezed closer asking, “Oh is it the pinball machine with the big bow on it?”
“No.”
“That new mountain bike?” Lorcan guessed.
A beat. “No.”
“Well, what did you send?” Aelin asked, wincing at how Rowan kept deflating with every question.
“…A basket of mini-muffins.”
Lysandra squinted. “But there’s a whole table of mini-muffin baskets. Which one did you send?”
Loosing a long groan, Rowan rubbed his eyes and mumbled, “The small one.”
“What?” Aelin snorted. “You actually thought that basket was gonna get you the apartment?”
“Well yeah! Someone sent us a basket at work once and people went crazy over those little muffins.” He sighed wistfully. “It was the best day.”
Lorcan clapped him on the shoulder. “Your work makes me sad.”
“Damnit!” Rowan cursed himself as he walked back towards the door. “I was so sure that was going to work. There's twelve bucks I'll never see again…” His voice trailed off as he rounded the corner and the door shut behind him.
“All right babe,” Lysandra grabbed her coat and shot Aelin a look. “we’d better go if we wanna catch that movie.”
Elide waved them goodbye and missed the way Lysandra nudged Aelin towards Lorcan again. Inwardly sighing, Aelin made a point of brushing against Lorcan as she walked away.
“Bye, Salvaterre,” She shot him a wink and leaned in closer to tell him quietly, “I miss you already.”
For the cherry on top, Aelin smirked and planted a suggestive smack on his butt as she walked away. He whipped around so quickly she could feel the air shift as his hair fanned out. But then she was gone.
“Okay, did you fucking see that?!” Lorcan whirled on Elide, his dark eyes bugging out incredulously. “With the inappropriate, and the patting!”
More than confused, Elide slowly nodded and looked between him and the closed door. “Actually, I did.”
Lorcan carded a hand through his hair. “Yeah, so now you believe—”
“Oh, my gods!” Elide inhaled sharply. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes flew wide, gaze darting everywhere as she made sense things before finally meeting his incredulous stare again. “Oh my gods, she knows about us!”
“Are you serious?”
She nodded emphatically. “Aelin knows and she’s just trying to freak us out! That’s the only explanation for it!”
For all his love for Elide and toleration for Aelin, he was still a man. So he argued, “Okay, but what about my smackable ass and my biceps—she knows!”
***
“Fenrys!” Lorcan slammed his apartment door open and stormed in, Elide hot on his heels.
The man in question woke abruptly from the nap he’d been taking in the living room. Lorcan didn't have the energy to wonder about the wolf toy Fenrys hastily threw behind the recliner. Later, he’d tease him about it later.
“Yeah?” Fenrys’ voice came out higher than he expected. He cleared his throat and tried again, “yeah?”
“Aelin knows about us.” It wasn’t a question; it was an accusation. Elide crossed her arms in solidarity and glared at Fenrys.
He sputtered. “Well, I didn’t tell them!”
“Them?!” Elide hissed. “Who’s them?”
“Uhh, Aelin and,” Fenrys opened and closed his mouth several times before finally landing on: “Fenrys.”
His friends shot him nearly identical flat looks. Gods if they weren’t already together he’d be stupid not to try and meddle with that, but whatever.
“Fenrys.” Elide scolded again.
It didn’t take long to crack under Lorcan’s intensifying glare. Fenrys loosed a long breath and confessed reluctantly, “And Lysandra. I would’ve told you, but they made me promise not to tell!”
Again, nearly identical muttered fucks were the responses he got.
“I’m sorry. But hey, it's over now, right? Because you can tell them that you know they know and I can go back to knowing absolutely nothing!”
Fenrys’ relived smile fell as he saw the scheming glint in Elide’s eye. She was small but she was scary.
“Unless…”
“No!” he tried, “Not unless! Look, this must end now!” If he thought Lorcan would back him up against Elide’s plans, then he should’ve known better.
“Oh man, they think they are so slick messing with us!” Elide’s grin grew and Fenrys groaned and plopped back down in his chair. “But see, they don't know that we know that they know! So…”
“Yes.” Her boyfriend caught on and mirrored her sly grin. “The fuckers become the fucked with.”
***
“Would you stop that?” Aedion groaned to Rowan who was standing at the window in Aelin and Elide’s place with a pair of binoculars aimed straight into Ugly Naked Guy’s apartment.
“Yeah, Rowan, you gotta stop torturing yourself!” Lysandra added, nodding from her place on the sofa beside Aedion.
Aelin looked over her should at him, leaning back into the arm of her chair, “Yeah, why don't you just find another apartment?”
Rowan sighed but walked away from the window. “Look I've already looked at like a thousand apartments this month and none of them even compares to that one.” He knew he sounded like a broken record, but he couldn’t help it, that apartment was perfect.
Aelin tried a different suggestion. “Y'know what you should do?”
“What?”
“You should find out what his hobbies are and then use that to bond with him.” She nodded towards Fenrys who was walking back from the fridge. “Yeah! Like if I wanted something from Fen I would strike up a conversation about say umm, sandwiches. Or uh, or my underwear.”
Fenrys focused on her, “I’m listening.”
“See?” She spun back to Rowan, raising encouraging eyebrows.
“That is a great idea!” a spark of hope lit up Rowan’s face. “And! I know Ugly Naked Guy because we've been watching him for like five years—”
“—don’t lead with that.
“—so that gives me back my edge!” Rowan’s brows furrowed as he thought. “Oh, let's see now he had the trampoline.”
Lysandra hummed warningly “He broke that.”
“Well, he had gravity boots,” Rowan offered.
Aelin winced. “Yeah, he broke those too.”
Nodding sagely, Fenrys concluded, “So he likes to break stuff.”
Aedion snorted.
“No. Okay, I have to go but I will figure something out.” He was halfway out the door when he spun on his heal and looked back. “Hey, didn't he used to have a cat?”
“I wouldn't bring that up,” Lysandra grimaced, “it would probably just bum him out.”
Humming, Aedion muttered, “Yeah, poor cat, never saw that big butt coming.”
A few moments after Rowan left, the phone next to Lysandra rang.
“Hello?” she answered, waving off Aelin’s eye roll about answering someone else’s phone. “Oh yeah! Hold on a second.” Lysandra kept one hand over the phone’s speaker and turned her attention to Aedion, “Babe, could you run back to our place and grab that jacket I was telling you about?”
“Now?” he raised a brow.
“Mhm.” She waited for him to mutter a yeah, fine, sure “Thank you!”
Once Aedion left, and at the questioning looks from Aelin and Fenrys, Lysandra finally passed Aelin the phone, grinning maniacally and explained “It’s Salvaterre”
Aelin took the phone but mouthed I hate you back to her friend who simply grinned wider. She could hear Lorcan’s impatient grumbling before she used a soft, sexy voice. “Hello, you.”
Aelin pretended to gag just to make sure Lysandra knew how ridiculous this was.
“Gala—” he puffed out a short breath like he’d been cut off. “Aelin. I've been thinking about you all day.”
Any amusement Aelin felt instantly disappeared. She blinked assuming she heard wrong. “Huh?”
Her friends shared a confused glance at her sudden change in demeanor, but Aelin was trying too busy trying to process what Lorcan was saying to notice.
He cleared his throat but kept talking, “Well, you know that thing you said before – I’d be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued.”
What??
“What??”
“Yeah, listen, Moonbeam isn’t gonna be here tonight,” he dropped his voice even lower. “So why don’t you come over. We don’t have to talk. Better we don’t, actually. But we can still have a bit of fun.”
Aelin choked out, “I’ll have to get back to you on that. Okay, bye!” she frantically hung up and threw the phone onto the couch like it personally offended her. It had. She whirled on Lysandra with wide eyes and shrieked, “Oh my fucking gods! He wants me to come over a have a bit of fun.” She hissed out the last bit.
Her friends jaw dropped. “Are you kidding?!”
“No!”
Lysandra seethed. “I cannot believe he would do that— and with you of all people— to Eli—” she stopped, blinked, and slowly turned to narrow her eyes at Fenrys who was doing everything he could to avoid her glare. “Fenrys…do they know that we know?”
“No.”
“Fenrys.”
“They know you know,” he admitted.
“Agh! I knew it!”
Aelin felt waves of relief wash over her, but then growled “Oh, I cannot believe those two!”
But Lysandra was laughing, “Gods,” she faced Aelin who soon mirrored her near manic grin. “They thought they could mess with us?”
“They’re trying to mess with us?! They don’t know that we know they know we know.” They both looked towards the man hanging his head in his hands. “Fenrys, you can't say anything!”
“Couldn't even if I wanted too.”
***
Rowan spent ages trying to find the best way to connect with Ugly Naked Guy. It really shouldn’t be so hard, seriously, they’d been watching him for years now. There had to be something Rowan had picked up on that could give him the in. He needed that apartment.
When the idea finally occurred to him it stopped him in his tracks and nearly made him hit himself for how long it took for him to get there. He did know one thing about Ugly Naked Guy…
Deciding not to waste anymore time, Rowan headed straight for the building and knocked on the guy’s door. He pulled up his most charming smile and acted as if the sight of a middle-aged man answering the door fully nude while holding nothing but a jumbo-sized soda was the most normal thing in the world.
“Good evening, sir. My name is Rowan Whitethorn. I'm one of the people who applied for the apartment.” The guy simply kept looking at Rowan, waiting for him to get to his point. “And I realize that the competition is fierce but—I'm sorry. I can't help but notice you're naked,” Rowan made a show of clapping, hoping to gods it looked genuine. “I applaud you. Man, I wish I was naked. I mean, this—” he gestured to the man in question; the man who determined Rowan’s next living situation, “this looks so great. That is how the gods intended it.”
Because if nothing else, Rowan knew one thing about Ugly Naked Guy, and it had been staring him in the face the whole time.
***
“Ooh this is good! They’re panicked!” Elide laughed quietly. She and Lorcan had come back to hers and Aelin’s apartment after the fiasco of a phone call.
“They’re totally going to back down,” Lorcan agreed. There was no way Galathynius would go through with, with…with whatever it was they were trying to do.
While the couple was whispering to each other in the kitchen, Aelin and Lysandra were huddled on the couch discreetly making their own plans.
“All right,” Aelin said, half to Lysandra and half to herself. “All right! If he wants a date? He's gonna get a date. Okay, I'm gonna go in.”
The brunette nodded and gently nudged her friend’s shoulder. “Be sexy.”
“Please,” Aelin laughed. She tossed her hair over one shoulder in the way she knew caught people’s attention. Lorcan and Elide stopped their hushed whispers as they watched her approach. Aelin winked at Lorcan and noticed, to her immense satisfaction, the moment of disdain that crossed his face before he masked it with faux intrigue.
“So, Lorcan,” She batted her eyelashes and side-eyed Elide for good measure as the shorter women began stepping away. Sorry. “I’d love to come by tonight.”
He blinked, grunting, “Really?”
Oh, this was too fun. “Absolutely. Let’s say around seven?”
“Yes.” And though he tried, She could tell he’d spoked through gritted teeth and a forced smirk.
“Good,” she replied. And just to see him squirm, “I'm really looking forward to you and me having sexual intercourse.”
She wished she had a camera to capture his bewildered face. As Aelin walked away, she missed the alarmed and pleading look Lorcan sent Elide and her friend’s answering it’s okay we got this.
“Hey!” Fenrys’ laughing voice cut through the tension. “Check it out! Ugly Naked Guy has a naked friend!”
Most thoughts of fake dates and faking fake dates disappeared as the group crowded over at the window.
“Oh yeah!” Aelin huffed out a laugh.
“Oh, my gods!” Lysandra leaned on Aelin to get a better look. “That’s our friend! Its Naked Rowan!”
“Yeah, it is! Naked Rowan!!” Good for him.
***
“Show time!” Came Lysandra’s sing-song voice as they got Aelin ready.
Wearing one of her best dresses, Aelin went over her look once more. “Oh, Lys, get me perfume.”
“Okay,” she laughed and went to grab it.
“And Fen,” Aelin turned to him, “could you get me a bottle of wine and couple glasses?”
He grumbled under his breath and dragged his feet but turned form the kitchen table towards the shelf and reluctantly got what she asked for.
Lysandra came back and spritzed Aelin’s light lemon verbena scent around her, urging her to twirl and complete the preparation.
Across the hall, Elide was hyping her boyfriend up to fake seduce her best friend.
“All right, it’ll be great” Elide encouraged as she flattened out his shirt and handed him a breath mint. “You just make her think you wanna have sex with her. It'll totally freak her out!”
Lorcan slowed her down, “Listen, how far am I gonna have to go with her? Because I can’t pretend like I’m attracted to Galathynius forever.”
“Relax,” Elide waved it off, “she's gonna give in way before you do!”
“How do you know?!” he narrowed his eyes at her.
“Because you're on my team! And my team always wins!”
He just muttered a fucking hell under his breath before Elide pressed a quick peck to his lips and rushed to hide in the bathroom. “Go get some!”
In the hall, Lysandra and Aelin waited by the door.
“Okay, hon,” Lysandra grinned at Aelin. “I’m gonna try to listen from right here.”
“Okay. Oh, wait,” Aelin glanced down at herself and pulled the neckline for her satin dress to expose more cleavage. “Yeah?”
Lysandra nodded. “Perfect.”
They shared a glance and both women paused. “This is so weird,” the blonde muttered.
Turning towards the door, Aelin knocked with the hand that wasn’t holding the bottle of wine. Lysandra moved to stand against the wall so she wouldn’t be seen when the door opened but could still hear what was being said. She flashed Aelin one last conspiratorial smile right as Lorcan opened the door.
“Aelin.”
“Lorcan.”
Tension radiated between them, and the silence grew with each moment they stood there. Finally, Lorcan jerked his head backwards and stepped back to give her room to walk in. “Come in.”
This was happening. Aelin smiled seductively and tossed her head to the side, allowing her golden hair to effortlessly flip over her shoulder. “I was going to.”
He closed the door behind her and before he could interject, Aelin went on, showing off the bottle she’d brought. “I brought some wine. Would you like some?”
He nodded, a harsh jerk of his head, so she made a show of uncorking it and poured two glasses of the red wine with a flourish. “So, here we are. Nervous?” She asked.
Lorcan merely arched a brow looking rather unimpressed and picked up his glass. “Me?” he scoffed, “No. You?”
She eyed him. He eyed her right back. She lifted her glass to her lips and took a long sip. He followed suit and in a few deep gulps completely drained his glass.
“No, I want this to happen,” Aelin lied.
“So do I,” Lorcan grimaced and snatched the bottle off the counter between them and poured two more full glasses. Each trying to get the other to break, they kept up the ruse, watching each other for signs that the other was about to crack. Eventually, they both broke eye contact and each downed the rest of their wine.
The clinks of glass on the countertop broke through the heavy silence and Lorcan turned away, carding a hand through his dark hair. “I’m gonna put on some music.”
Damn. How much longer was this going to take? “Maybe I’ll dance for you,” she told him instead, slowly moving her hips to the music now echoing through the apartment
The corners of Lorcan mouth tightened as he held back scowl. He cursed his devious, beautiful girlfriend for convincing him to do this as he gritted out, “You look good.”
“Thank you,” Aelin crooned, making more of a show with her movements and raising her brows suggestively as she inched closer to him. “You know, when you say things like that it makes me just wanna…rip that…shirt right off you!”
Barely concealing a wince, she took great pride at the alarmed look that flashed across Lorcan’s face. But he disguised it so quickly she almost thought she’d imagined it. Almost.
“The let’s move this to the bedroom,” he suggested, smirking.
That brought Aelin up short. “Really?”
“Oh,” he took a giant step back and sounded far too innocent as he asked, “do you not want to?”
“No. No!” She shook her head vehemently. “Its just, you know,” she scrambled and dropped her voice lower, more husky, “I want to take off all my clothes and have you rub lotion on me
Lorcan’s responding gulp was audible but his face remained neutral. “That’d be nice,” the strain on his voice gave him away, “I’ll go get the lotion.”
He spun on his heel and beelined for the bathroom, startling Elide who’d been pressed up against the door.
“Listen, this is getting way too fucking out of hand,” He hissed to his girlfriend. “Okay? She wants me to put lotion on her!”
Scoffing, Elide waved off Lorcan’s worry. “She's bluffing!”
“Obviously!” he griped with an eye roll. “But she’d not backing down. She went like this!” he tried to mimic Aelin’s earlier dancing but only managed to look stupid and cause Elide to huff a laugh.
The moment Lorcan’s back had turned on her, Aelin had darted into the hallway and hissed to Lysandra, “He's not backing down. He went to get lotion.”
The door across the hall opened and Fenrys took one look at the women standing there and groaned. “Come on, aren’t you guys done yet?”
“Fen, look,” Lysandra huffed, “just look at it this way, the sooner Aelin breaks Lorcan, the sooner this is all over and out in the open.”
His face lit up. “Ooh, yeah okay. I like that.”
Back in the bathroom, Elide was trying to get Lorcan to keep up the ruse.
“You go back out there, and you seduce her till she cracks!” Elide told him. The bathroom door wasn’t very thick, and she could hear the entire conversation despite being hidden. Aelin was so close to breaking, Elide just knew it.
“Okay, shit, give me a second.” Her boyfriend scrubbed a hand down his face and absently looked around the small room. He looked at her again with a raised brow and said with some amusement, “Did you clean up in here?”
“Of course,” Elide admitted and shrugged with an air of obviousness. Then she nudged his arm to get him to turn around before pushing him out of the bathroom. “Now go!”
Throwing an annoyed look over his shoulder at his girlfriend who simply gave him a thumbs up before quietly closing the bathroom door, Lorcan walked back into the living room and paused when he saw Aelin at the apartment door.
“Oh, you’re going?” He asked, crossing his arms, and trying not to look so smug.
“Uh,” Aelin floundered for a second but then she slowly sauntered towards him. “Not without you, lover.”
Yikes.
Lorcan would never be into her like that, just like Aelin would never, ever be into him. She knew that. She knew he knew that. She knew that he knew that they were playing a game of chicken…but Aelin was the reigning queen; she had never, not once, lost a game of chicken. And she certainly wasn’t about to let Lorcan Salvaterre dethrone her.
He cleared his throat, but it sounded more like a strangled grunt. “Right. Get over here.” he had the audacity to look her in the eye as told her, “I’m very happy we’re gonna have all the sex.”
In any other scenario, Aelin would laugh at how ridiculous he sounded.
“You should be. I’m very bendy,” she said instead, taking a step closer. “I'm gonna kiss you now.”
“Not if I kiss you first.”
The pair eyed each other warily, silence stretching between them as they took comically slow steps towards each other. When they finally met in the middle, Aelin narrowed her eyes and lifted her brows in challenge right as she reached forward and placed a hand on his hip. His gaze shot down to the point of contact before carefully rising back to hers. Then, like she had, he hooked his hand around her opposite hip and pulled her closer. Never one to be outdone, Aelin used her free hand to reach behind him and grab his ass. Lorcan grunted, nearly seething. His remaining hand hovered over her breast before wisely deciding – for the sake of his life and sanity – to rest it on her shoulder instead.
“Well, I guess there's nothing left for us to do but kiss.” Lorcan gritted out.
“Mhm,” Aelin nodded, dragging out the syllables. “Here it comes. Our first kiss.”
They eyed each other and after a few moments concluded that the other wasn’t backing down. Incrementally slowly, Aelin and he leaned in. Closer, closer, so close she could feel his breath fan across her face. And then he was flinging himself away, shaking her off and finally dropping the act.
“Okay! Okay! Shit, okay! You win! You win!” His voice carried loud and clear to everyone. “I can’t have sex with you!”
“Ha ha!” Aelin shouted gleefully as her win continued, taking no small amount of joy as she goaded, “And why not?!”
“Because I'm in love with Elide!”
Triumph morphed into shock as she registered what he’d said. “You’re—you’re what?”
The front door swung open as Lysandra and Fenrys walked in with equally stunned looks. At the same time, Elide walked out of the bathroom, not sparing her friends a fraction of her attention as she kept her focus on Lorcan, a soft smile blossoming on her face.
“Love her!” Lorcan’s voice rose, his hands waving erratically like what he felt had all been bottled up and now there was nothing stopping it form overflowing. “That’s right. I love her! I! Love! Her! I love her.” He loosed a harsh breath and met Elide halfway, taking her into his arms and calming repeating, “I love you, Elide.”
Her words were thick with emotion as she looped her arms around his neck. “I love you too, Lorcan.”
She pulled him into a kiss, her hands raking through the hair at the nape of his neck as his found their home around her waist, gently but firmly keeping her pressed against him.
Their moment was broken by the cooing of their friends.
“I just,” Aelin started. Her eyes wide with surprise but happiness for them. “I thought you guys were doing it, I didn't know you were in love!”
“Dude,” Fenrys awed and shot Lorcan a grin and a thumbs up.
Lorcan jerked his head reluctantly towards Aelin. “And hats off to Galathynius. Quite a competitor.” He smirked at her and snorted when she smirked back.
“All right!” Fenrys clapped, looking overjoyed. “So that's it! It's over! Everybody knows!”
Elide slid to stand next to Lorcan with her arms still wrapped around his middle as he slung an arm over her shoulder.
“Well, actually,” she said, “Rowan doesn’t.”
“Or Aedion,” Lysandra reminded them.
“Yes, and we'd appreciate it if no one told them yet.”
Fenrys’ joy melted away. His lips pressed into a firm line as he leveled a cold stare at his friend.
Lorcan’s response? He shrugged.
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Sam tries his best
Baby Bucky gets upset and Sam tries his best to help but Thor is the real savior.
“I DONT CARE I WAN STEVEEEEEEE”
“Buck I’ve told you this a thousand times already, Steve is on a mission. He can not come back right now. Now stop crying and get up. You’ve gotta get off the floor.” Sam tried to explain to the sobbing super soldier on the floor. Bucky had dropped a mug and it broke and that’s when it all went bad.
Bucky got upset easily nowadays. He cried a lot and Steve seemed like the only person who could calm him down. Steve was about the only person who could pick up the two hundred pound ex assassin without him flipping out. Natasha tried her best but she had gotten smacked one too many times.
Bucky was currently sitting on his butt in the kitchen shirtless sobbing and taking in heaving breaths.
“I need steeeeeeeve I need need need” and Bucky started sobbing harder.
Sam had already cleaned up the broken mug and attempted ask Bucky to stand up.
Sam was frustrated. He didn’t know how to fix this. Sam took a big breathe. What would Steve do right now? What did Steve done that time Bucky had a fit over a spilled drink?
“Buck, hey buck wanna look up here? Look up at me.” Sam said. It was what Steve had made Bucky do.
Bucky sniffed and opened his eyes big and looked at Sam.
“Okay how about... we go watch a movie or a show in the living room? Wanna do that?” Sam asked. He didn’t know what to do now since at this point Steve had picked Bucky up and carried him to their room to watch something. He remembers Steve once explained that it was the feeling of someone’s heartbeat and the sound of them breathing that calmed the stormy eyed man.
Bucky nodded and made granny hands up at the other man.
“I can’t carry you man. You’re too heavy.” Sam said as he tried to pull Bucky to his feet but Bucky just started crying harder. Sobbing and whining.
“Bucky I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“
“Aw poor little man! What happened?” Sam was cut off by one god of thunder. Thor walked into the kitchen on the hunt for pop tarts but as soon as he saw the little winter soldier in a state of such distress he just had to come to him. Thor automatically knelt down next to the sobbing man and Bucky started clinging onto him. Thor then lowered down until he was sat on the floor and pulled Bucky into his lap.
Sam stood for a moment watching the god hold the now much calmer soldier. Bucky laid his head against Thor’s chest and Thor rubbed his back slowly.
“What happened to the little one? Is he hurt? Why is he crying?” Thor pointed toward Sam.
“He dropped a mug. I tried to calm him down but that didn’t work. Um are you okay like uh doing that? He kept saying he wants Steve but he seems... content.” Sam said as he kept watching as Bucky looked a bit exhausted and started to drift.
“Yes I am fine to look after him. He has had a bad day, he is too tired. I will care for him.” Thor said in a calm protective manner.
“Thor I wan Stevie I wan daddy” Bucky said and big heavy tears started rushing down his cheeks.
Thor just started rocking back and forth and cooing at the baby in his arms.
“I know little baby, I know. Daddy can’t come home right now though. What’s got you so sad baby? Can you tell me?”
Bucky whined loudly and wiggled a bit and pulled at the bottom of Thor’s shirt. Thor watched him and slid the dark haired man to the floor. Bucky looked heartbroken and betrayed. Thor stood and started shushing him.
“It’s okay baby, I’m just going to take you to the couch. We can be on the couch. And with no shirts, I know that’s what you need.” Thor picked up the teary soldier and carried him to the couch that was only a few big steps from where Bucky was originally.
Thor dropped the snuggle man on the couch before stripping himself of his shirt. Bucky wiggled and gave a tired smile.
Once Thor was reclined on the end of the couch Bucky wiggle and crawled over and straddled Thor for a second before sitting down and laying his head on the cushiony chest in front of him. Thor wrapped one arm around his hips and the other turned on a documentary about fish.
That’s how the two stayed for well over an hour until Bucky was fallen asleep and Thor moved them to laying down. Steve returned at dusk and was happy to see his best guy fast asleep in their bed.
#fanfic#egg_company#marvel fic#marvel fanfic#james buchanan barnes#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#steve rogers#same wilson#thor odinson#thor
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Spoilers for the Knights of the Zodiac live-action movie, for the five of you who care.
I'm legitimately intrigued by what little we get of Nero in film, and what could imply given the general lore of the series. What stood out to me:
Marin, who is stuck on a mystical island for vague "destiny says so" reasons (honestly it's just an excuse for why she can't help in the climax, and gives Seiya and Saori a safe place to retreat to once all is said and done), knows of him, telling Seiya, "I knew of a Knight once who fought only for power -- the strongest of Athena's knights, the Phoenix."
He uses his Phantom Demon to interrogate a guy, but doesn't get to use it in the fight with Seiya. He also doesn't lose that fight; it gets interrupted and he's blown away by Athena, opening the chance for him to still be a pretty brutal threat in the future.
One of the things he does for Guraad is build this big, mystical-looking device that's intended to like, suck out Athena's godly cosmos and destroy her. He describes this as "half" of his plan, with the other half being to steal the gold cloth that Guraad is using as... I think a power source? It's not exactly clear and doesn't really matter, point is that she has it and he takes it during the climax.
And then there's the details I mentioned in my last post about his "Humanity needs no gods" line and the earring that looks an awful lot like Shun/Shaun's triangle-tipped Andromeda Chain.
So like I said, it could very well be that he's there in his standard capacity as an agent of Sanctuary, sent to kill Athena and reclaim/steal the Gold Cloth for himself. But, like... imagine how interesting it would be if this version of him, for example, remembered that childhood encounter with Pandora, the one where she seemingly merged the soul of the god of death with his baby sibling. That would put a whole new spin on why he would've specifically learned/researched/developed the god-killer machine, and his particular drive to prevent them from returning to the human world.
Having Nero/Ikki know about Shaun/Shun's connection to Hades the entire time and be doing everything he can to prevent it would be a great way to work one of the most popular parts of the mythos more cohesively into the narrative. It'd also be a nice thematic parallel with what the film already does with both Sienna and Patricia, and provide a good reason for this version of Seiya -- who doesn't have the childhood friend connection with the other bronze saints/knights -- to find comradery with Shun and, through them, come to understand Nero.
IDK, I think it'd be really interesting. It probably won't happen given how little buzz this film has been getting but a fan can dream.
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Liveblogging Dead Friend Forever Ep 5
Flashback Time! Let's Go!
only at the 2:40 timestamp and already there's some crunchy little details. Tee has money - where from? He tells Top to go clean the toilets at Por's house for spending money, but we all know that's not what Tee is up to. And it's soooo convenient that there's a short film contest and it just so happens that Por has an idea for it and also a location to shoot in that just so happens to be in the Cult Murder Woods. Here at 2:40 in I am still banging the drum of Por And His Family Are True Believers. Will I be putting on my clown shoes later? Perhaps!
Jin and Tee are both skeptical that they'll be able to pull it off. Por and Fluke are really trying hard to get Tee to agree... Por mentions selling tickets to see the movie and the music changes and you can see Tee fall for it. Why is Tee so desperate for money when he's buying expensive In Game Purchases? does he have a gatcha gambling problem lmao.
Non is so unsure when he comes into the planning room and is immediately bullied! Why are they so mean! He's the only one giving actual ideas! And I see that Jin isn't involved in the bullying and doesn't know the backstory between them. Poor Non does seem a little weird but not in a bad way. The way they're just using him to get a script is so mean!
Wait, are they in a fucking Catholic School hold up i gotta rewind that. "Think Good, Do Good, Be A Good Person" I mean....words to live by i guess. Not that these Mean Girls-ass friends will pay any attention.
Ooooh, Por telling Non to send the script digitally he doesn't want a literal paper trail he is already planning to steal the credit! He's doing all this work and they're still calling him Greasy! These shitheads deserve what's coming to them. Jin is right to call them out about it. No wonder Jin will be the Final Girl. Non, sweetie, please develop some self respect!
ok but like JinNon are being really cute together. no wonder if Non gets a crush on him.
OK OK OK HOLD THE FUCK UP. THIS CONVERSATION BETWEEN NON'S PARENTS IS INTERESTING. Non has a sibling they send money to, but they're having money problems and can only afford to pay their bills this month and don't have the money to spare. Non's mom wants to take an emergency loan to cover it and if I learned anything from Kinnporsche one of those things was don't take sketchy emergency loans because the mafia will come after you. Mom mentions to Non that New is studying abroad buuuuuuut....hmmm. it just seems shady.
Non's sure on a lot of pills for a highschooler. also, someone with a heart for their contact name is asking if he took his meds....
Top is the fucking worst. but Por's not any better really. I did laugh at "Move, my beloved Greasy will sit here" and the way the other kids scattered. Por really is throwing his family's money and influence around isn't he. ugh the way Por and Top wipe their hands after touching Non is so gross and mean and awful.
oh no. Hot Teacher just offered to give Non a ride home and i feel nothing but dread.
Gambling Hall! Oh my god i was right about the gambling lmao. Anyway, Tee's in the mafia. so that's fun.
That lady on the board saw Por's name and was like "oh. we definitely don't want to make his parents mad" the way she nudged the other judge!
can't believe they tried to exclude Non from the results reveal oh wait, yes i can. because they're the worst.
Por's mom spoils him but lmao you can see that his dad is just Done even if he does get worn down by mom.
Por is so fucking stupid for leaving that expensive-ass camera in the unlocked classroom. Top is so fucking stupid for messing around with the camera. I hate Top so much oh my god.
oh no. Tee is going to frame Non for it isn't he. that was the money Por was saying he shouldn't have taken from Non isn't it. And we know Non's family has money problems!!! Tee is the worst. lmao at Fluke just being there the whole time.
I like that Jin knows what's up and tried to defend Non.
I really want to know who ❤️ is. Is it New? Is it Hot Teacher?
Boo Tee trying to drag poor Non into his Mafia shit. leave him alone! Haven't you done enough???!
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Okay I HATE HOW WHEN AM DONE READING A CHAPTER OF YOURS AND WANNA KUDO IT, IT SAYS THAT I ALREADY DID, YPU DON'T UNDERSTAND I WANT AND NEED TO KUDO MORE OF YOUR WORK!!!
Ch 17 was oh my god *chef kiss* i would kiss this chapter if it was a book!
The first Paragraph was a great info and i love; of course when leo wants to be alone he would go places he knows his family can't find him and the older he gets he not only can hide better BUT HE KNOWS OTHER PEOPLE'S HIDING SPOTS!! Like imagine; an young adult with some problems was in an area but vanished - let's say park - leo can think of where this young adult can hide!!✨✨
But all of this hard thinking wasn't needed as leo was behind a couch - big bruh - and he joined the train but very late on " i want to spend my time with big blue as my father figure " is both awe and funny.
A soap opera marathon is something i think good because i don't know much about soap opera but it's hella long and above that Spanish?! Yeah that would be difficult for me buddy.
April pointing out that big blue is like Jupiter jim is so beautiful - despite the fact that i HATE HIM - but still adorable, and he offered to take blue to see his older brothers and sister!! That's a great treat, now i wonder if other siblings can see the older ver of them or not somehow, someway...
BAM! Little blue enters the big blue core chat and meet his older siblings, seeing older April is THE BEST because god we need more big sis April!! Then mikey pull him like how a puppeteer catch a puppet and PULL his shell into the group pile LOL. (It would be funny imagine how the little turtles fight older mikey and he just tie them around chains and just throw them left and right XD)
Then here comes big raph AND HE'S BIGGER THAN LIFE ITSELF!! Awwwww seeing how baby blue go and try to hug him 🥺🥺🥺
Then comes Donnie... Oh Donnie the " not nice and more mean Donnie " LOL
He just picked him up, dropped few words before " okay am done with him " LMFAOO and mikey calling him " rude goods " XD
And the adusity of playing volleyball while big blue is SLEEPING!! Ahahaha it's like some loading screen or when you wait in elevator to reach your floor, and mikey just turned leo's core into sims 4 XDDD
I can't wait to see leo's react from " you're the turtle's dad now!! " more then anything!!✨✨✨✨
aksjakshak it’s fine just one kudo is more than enough :))))))
vvvvvv
Leo being an unpredictable person in his family and able to predict what said family are doing down to a T really gets my brain going. It’s such an interesting concept that is so bittersweet in context.
You can’t leave little blue out of the peepaw itinerary lolll he’s the first of the brothers to witness the peepaw in action
The soap opera marathon will definitely be a doozy for me to write… if I planned to write it out but I won’t. Mainly to save time so that we dont get lost in the story and dive into the marathon with them (/j) but because it’ll be a pain in the ass to write. It’ll just be a time skip to the aftermath where they’ve accumulated weeks of stank /hj
April mentioning Little Blue’s childlike wonder to how he viewed Jupiter Jim made my heart warm :) and of course she doesn’t mean the way Jupiter Jim had treated them irl but to the excitement of their eyes locked on the screen watching all Jupiter Jim movies
(And we’ll have to see what happens in the future of this story in terms of the past turtles meeting the future turtles)
Raphael being the biggest, warmest, cuddliest teddy bear and so full of love but then there’s Donatello and Michelangelo being the “uncle figure that have a favorite and that one child is not the favorite” /j and really harnessing that “I will tolerate you for this amount of time but if you exceed that time then you can only blame yourself” /j
The future turtles playing volleyball makes me laugh a little too much because they have to do something while Leonardo is sleeping.
We’ll have to see where we go from here on hahah! Thank you for reading <3333
#whispers of distant souls#nani nonny answers#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt fanfiction#rottmnt future leo#future leo au#future leo returns to the past with casey au
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Corrupted, Chapter Five: Found - a Malevolent x TMA Fic
Tim is depressed.
John is up to something.
Gertrude is here to make it worse
AO3
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A few kabobs later, Tim feels a little better. Stable blood sugar is a hell of a thing.
He still hates not being able to see. It’s awful. It’s terrifying. John is doing a really good job of keeping him safe, Tim tells himself this will be over soon because he has to—no matter how hard that is to believe.
Tim also tells himself not to think too much about Bouchard’s description of John.
That was… not a safe -sounding creature. And maybe Tim is just being some sort of speciesist, but he finds himself wondering yet again why John had been bound in a book. Job is inhuman. John is also manipulative and controlling, and Tim is more than fine with both of those things in certain circumstances, but depending on the guy to stay alive is definitely not one of them.
What did he do that got him put in there?
It also brings to mind the question of what else is in there. Tim believes Bouchard. Something else is. He wonders if it’s safe in the backpack. “Hey, John?”
The shop we need is about twenty steps ahead and to your right. Yes?
“Is the book safe? Should I, like, wrap it in a belt, or something, so it doesn’t open in the bag?”
It won’t matter if it opens in the bag. It could fall down a cliff and flutter completely agape, revealing its inscriptions to the seagulls, and nothing would happen. It must be opened by a living, fully sapient being.
“Wow. If they could go that far to protect whatever’s in there, you’d think they’d put some kind of lock on it, yeah? A safeword, or something.”
John sounds amused. You mean a fail-safe? Or a password, perhaps?
“Sure, whatever. Still, that’s good to know. Wouldn’t want to release Cthulhu in the middle of London.”
No, we wouldn’t want to do that, says John with absolutely no inflection at all. Store to your right, now.
That wasn’t a spooky response at all. “What do you think he saw in the book?”
Nothing. There is nothing else bound here. He was fucking with us.
Sure.
Tim sighs and tries to get a hold of himself. John’s not Cthulhu, and whatever remains in the book isn’t, either, since Cthulhu was an old-timey story told by a crazy dead racist. (Speciesist, Tim’s brain adds.) He’s safe, he tells himself. It’s still early morning, even if he can’t see the daylight. It’s not like weird gray-skinned monsters are going to come at him on a busy London street.
The store turns out to be a health-food, raw sugar, vitamins-the-size-of-thumbs kind of place. There, John directs him to buy just… stuff. A block of salt. Six small candles, unscented. Various herbs. A hand-built clay bowl. Matches. Distilled water. Rubbing alcohol.
Then they leave. A Siri-search brings them to a hardware store, and John directs him to buy a length of rope, a hammer, six cleat hooks, and two copper pipes.
Tim has played games and read books and seen movies, and cannot for the life of him figure out what all of this is supposed to do.
Very good, Tim, says John, who has obviously figured out Tim likes to be praised. Now we need a place to cast. I do not suggest your apartment, as we need to keep that location completely uncompromised.
“Cast?”
Yes.
“I’m going to cast a spell?”
We are.
Tim gawks. “How?”
My power can just barely be lent to you—not much, or it would hurt you, or break your mind, and I have no desire to do either—but enough to cast a minor spell.
“Did you just say you can break my mind?”
Of course.
Since last night, Tim’s been running from cultists, gray-skinned claw-monsters, an eyeball god and its creepy priest. He finally realizes he could be in serious danger from John. “Fucking spooky antler-genie,” he mutters as if it’s a joke, as if the threat hadn’t landed.
It landed.
Now, Tim, soothed John. If I were going to simply break you, I’d have done it already.
“Oh. Good,” said Tim. “Absolutely reassuring. Don’t take a job in any kind of therapy, yeah?”
I’ll keep it in mind. Angle right—you’re going to walk into a mailbox.
Tim sighed and adjusted. “So you’re going to cast magic through me. I’ll be actually magical for five minutes, or something.”
Less time than that. As I said, I don’t want to hurt you, and unless you have an affinity for magic, it would harm you with longer exposure.
“Yeah, I doubt I have an affinity for it.”
Well, we don’t know yet, do we? Have you ever tried to cast before?
Tim snorts. “Have I ever tried to cast the thing I didn’t believe in twelve hours ago? Yeah, no.”
Then we’re going to find out, and I’d rather that not result in your harm. Now, as I said: we need a place where we won’t be disturbed.
Tim thinks for a moment. His heart pings painfully, and he has to wipe his eyes again.
Tim?
“Sorry, just… Danny. Exploring derelict buildings was his last dumb hobby before whatever this one was. Urban exploration. He called it Urbex , and I made fun of him because that sounds like a drain cleaner, or something.” He laughs weakly. “I was merciless. Brothers. You know.”
I do know.
John has family. Wild.
Tim keeps talking, and isn’t even sure why. “It’s what I thought he was still doing when he showed up ranting about cultists, but… anyway, he knew some places. We need to go back to my flat and get his laptop. For his pictures, and all of that.” His voice cracks.
Mister Smooth is back in the building. Of course, Tim. Whatever we need to do.
“Look, don’t… don’t do that.”
Do what? Even smoother.
“You’ve got one hell of a set of pipes, and we both know it, but you whip out that voice every time I get upset. And I don’t think you’re doing it to comfort me.”
Why else would I be doing that, Tim?
It’s not a flat tone. John’s not angry. Which is good, because Tim doesn’t want him angry. He needs John to fucking navigate. “I don’t know. I just don’t want to be manipulated. I know I’m all kinds of fucked right now, okay? Fragile. So maybe I’m being prickly, but…”
I have no reason to wish you any suffering, Tim. If I have chosen to speak to you in a soothing manner, perhaps you should ask yourself what it is I’m trying to achieve.
“To control me?” Tim says dryly.
Perhaps I merely wish to see you soothed, says John like oil on skin.
Tim rolls his eyes. “Right. The D.B. Cooper of the demon world wants me soothed. ”
Is it so hard to imagine I might prefer you happy?
What a fucking thing to say. “Maybe.” Like a thread in a sweater, pulling that sentence has begun to unravel a lot of things.
When was Tim last happy?
Well. I do. Shall we go back to your apartment?
It’s been a long time. At least since mum died. And after Danny…
All of this should be more frightening than it is. It really should. Tim does not feel great; the numbness is worrying, or it should be. It isn’t, though. It isn’t.
He isn’t even feeling the kind of thrill he should that he might be able to do magic. That should be huge! Momentous! Incredible! Exciting!
He doesn’t feel anything. “How depressed am I?” he murmurs.
What was that?
And Tim flips the humor switch, because he can deflect even better than the antlered monster in his head. “Are you telling me I could actually be a wizard some call Tim?”
John laughs. It’s a real laugh, not a chuckle—a deep and genuine guffaw. It’s also possibly the wickedest sound Tim has ever heard. There’s something terrible in it, cruel, a sound so bottomless he could fall into it forever.
“Shut up, you are not familiar with Monty Python, too,” says Tim, still deflecting.
Oh, Tim… the things I could tell you.
Was there a hint of regret in that tone again? “Okay,” says Tim, slowly. “So tell me.”
In time.
Sure. John was never going to tell him. “Let’s go the hell home. Need the map?”
No. Turn around. The closest stop that will take us back to Woking is four blocks behind us.
John remembered that?
Had he already been looking for a bus stop? Tim knows that if he’d been in the position of having to navigate through someone else’s eyes, he wouldn’t have been planning far enough ahead to catch that.
John is… scary smart, actually. Combining that with the manipulative tendencies, the bossiness, the obviously good memory…
Tim?
Tim knows he’s in danger. “Sorry. Right.” It should matter. It doesn’t.
A few more steps. Stop. It looks to me like a bus in our direction will be along in a few minutes. You’re going to be all right, Tim.
“You don’t know that.”
How about this, then: you’ve shown yourself worthy of reward, in my eyes. I will see that you get it.
Right. After all the casual humor and the relatability of shared media, John has casually dropped another abjectly terrifying sentence. “Glad to know I’ve fit your standards?” Tim says after a moment. “Though there’s not a lot you can do to make that happen.”
Not yet. But the time is coming soon.
Oh, fuck me, Tim thinks. “Um… how?”
Would you like to know why I was in that book?
“You did promise you’d tell me that.”
Then let’s go back to your apartment and choose a location. We do this conjuring. If you handle the magic well, Tim, I’ll show you why.
Was it his imagination, or was something… bad about the way he said that? “And if I don’t handle it well?”
Then I will just tell you.
And John sounds like that would be disappointing.
Tim exhales slowly. He can’t ignore his instincts any longer. He is in trouble. ”So will this conjuring find some other power to help us? Something that’s not an eyeball.”
Something like that.
It’s logical, isn’t it? It was this or go back to Bouchard, and Tim would rather lick the sidewalk. “All right.”
Bus.
They’re both quiet on the way home. Without meaning to, Tim dozes until they’re about twenty minutes from his stop.
John lets him rest.
#
Danny’s laptop has what they need. John describes a farm not far from Woking that’s been abandoned for a while, judging by Danny’s photos.
Oddly appropriate, John says as Tim eats the last of the peanut butter and drinks some water. Why, it’s even been a spot for some zombie movies.
“Rusty farm equipment? An abandoned hangar? Perfect place to do some magic.” And Tim says what he knows he’s supposed to say: “I hope I have an affinity. I mean. That would just be neat, you know?”
Oh, so do I, says John, and there is something hungry about it.
Tim can’t bring himself to care.
#
It really feels, he thinks as he trespasses in broad daylight, like he is soil that’s been tilled. He’s still and quiet and ready for planting—but on his own, he’s functionally dead.
Depressed, he thinks, which is true. He’s slipping back into the bad place he’s been in since Danny’s death—the place he was only briefly pulled from by fear and adrenaline.
He feels neither now.
There seems to be no security on this run-down, abandoned farm. John spots the hangar—a traditional arch-style steel building. Keep going. We’re heading right for it.
It is, Tim thinks, the perfect place for a murder, and he wonders why he’s still going along with this.
Yes, he might do magic. That’s a great lure, isn’t it? Who wouldn’t want that, especially after the events of the last day?
But something doesn’t add up. Tim’s gut says this is a trap, and he’s walking right into it.
It’s not like he’s stuck. He could turn around. Leave. If John refuses to help him anymore, he could just call the fucking police, a medic, something.
Hell, he could even call Bouchard.
He has options, even if they’re not great. Why is he still going along with this?
“I really am depressed,” he verbalizes after a moment.
Oh?
John sounds chipper.
I am definitely walking to my death, Tim thinks, and still isn’t sure why. Then he decides, fuck it , and shoots his shot. “I’m about to die, aren’t I?”
John is silent for one, long beat. What makes you say that?
Ah-ha. Flat tone.
Score one for intuition, Tim thinks. “Don’t know that I care as much as I should, is all. Hence the ‘depressed’ comment.”
Tim. I’m not going go to hurt you. What makes you say that? Two steps left; there’s some piece of rusted metal sticking out of the ground.
John didn’t deny this would kill him, either.
He navigates, and figures out what's wrong as the question leaves his mouth. “This conjuring is supposed to help, right? So why didn’t we do this first?”
The pause is so slight that if Tim hadn’t been listening for it, he wouldn’t have caught it. We probably should have. I’d hoped you already had a resource we could use without risking you.
“No. You’re too smart for that. Wanna know what I think? I think the second those eye-worshiping freaks saw you, you panicked, and the gloves came off. Whatever this is, it’s a last resort,” says Tim.
Such a smart young man.Regretful again. Just the type of acolyte I prefer.
“Deflecting. Also, not an acolyte.”
Not yet.
“Not ever. I’m not the priest type, accidental or otherwise.”
Yet you’re doing something at my request when you say you think it will kill you, says John casually.
Tim doesn’t know how to explain.
For some reason, the image of a life stretching before him—empty, no Danny—working some stupid job, going home to an empty apartment, rinse and repeat for the next sixty years, seems untenable. Absolutely distasteful, obscene.
Tim keeps walking, crunching through winter grass, hands in his pockets, backpack heavy. He sighs. “Are we there yet?”
Almost. So: you think you’ll die, and you’re still going through with it?
“I don’t know. Maybe I don’t care.” That’s the truth, too.
I’m not going to hurt you, Tim.
So whatever this is will be painless. Tim believes him. I got Cthulhu’s favor, lucky me, he thinks, and almost laughs. There were worse ways to go. Being beaten to death in an alley by cultists, for example.
And hey, John also hasn’t actually said it would kill him, either. Maybe it won’t, and all this drama is for nothing.
Maybe John’s not sure what it will do. That’s an odd thought to have.
We’re inside.
“Do I even get to know what spell this does?”
Possibly nothing. As I said—if you have no magical affinity, it’s a nonstarter.
“What happens if I am magical?”
It’s dark. Give me a moment to see… ah. Perfect. Ahead of you, Tim, is a space that probably held farm equipment once, but now, it’s only got junk around the perimeter—a hand truck, a suspiciously stained armchair, an unsafe ladder. Move straight ahead, slowly.
So John wasn’t going to tell him what it did. If Tim were playing this in a game, he’d have some guesses about his body and John’s place in it. Though maybe not; it’s a good human body, but a far cry from what Bouchard described John once having.
If Tim was right, though, would he still be inside it when all was said and done? He suspects he’ll just be gone. Maybe he’d go to wherever Danny is. That doesn’t seem so bad. “Where do we go when we die?” he says.
We go to the Dark World.
“What’s that? All of us?”
All.
“Good, bad, ugly?”
There is one world that accepts all after death, and that is its name.
Sounds a lot simpler than he’d feared. “It’s a whole world? Can you travel there? Leave?”
Some can. Flat. Why?
“Have you been there?” Tim says.
No, and I don’t ever intend to go. Tim, this is the spot.
And this is the moment of decision. “What’s this going to do, John? Really.”
I told you. Help. Take the rope out first.
Tim decides to do it.
Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe it won’t kill him. Or maybe he’s leaping off a cliff, chasing Danny, chasing anything to feel something other than numb inside. Either way… yeah. He’s depressed, and going along with it because it’s the direction he was already moving. “Sure.”
Good. As best you can, lay it out in a circle. I know that will be a challenge since you can’t see, but together, we’ll figure it out.
“Sure.”
The bowl goes in the exact center; inside that is distilled water, and then the block of salt.
The six candles are placed equidistant inside the rope. The hooks, equidistant outside it.
The herbs are scattered over the whole thing, rubbed to small, irregular pieces between his fingers, and—he thinks—staining his hands.
The hammer is left beside the bowl—apparently, it doesn’t matter exactly where, though Tim gets the weird feeling it is within reach .
The pipes are placed by the bowl, pointing north to south above, and east to west alongside. Then Tim opens the rubbing alcohol, and, per instructions, leaves it open just outside the nearest hook.
“Well, it sounds cool,” he says, trying to picture it all in his mind.
Are you ready, Tim?
John is eager.
“Hold on. I can’t see, and I don’t want to fucking trip.” Tim carries his backpack a little distance away, leaving it by the manky old armchair. Then he returns to the circle.
He sighs. Maybe for the last time. Maybe it’ll all be over. He'd like to rest, if he's honest. Maybe Danny's got a new hobby in the Dark World. Tim wipes his eyes. “I'm ready,” he says, and he means it.
I won’t hurt you. Step inside the rope.
Tim wonders if there’s anyone he should say goodbye to.
No one comes to mind. That’s not great, but it fits this moment. Tim takes a breath and steps.
The gunshot is so sudden, so startling, that he jerks back and falls over sideways, knocking over the bottle of rubbing alcohol, startled into pounding heart and gasps.
What the fuck? Tim, it’s that woman!
“What woman?” he says, scrambling backwards.
“Sorry for interrupting,” says a voice he heard earlier today.
It’s that old lady. The one from the Institute who’d been about to do something before Bouchard intervened.
“What the fuck, she followed us? ” Tim blurts.
“I did indeed,” says the woman. “Calm down, now. This is happening no matter what, I think you know, but it doesn’t have to be painful.”
Tim feels like he’s been hit by a baseball bat, right in the head. “What? What’s happening? What are you talking about?”
Fuck. She’s got a gun trained on us, and her hand is steady. Fuck. We’re too far away to get to her.
“I haven’t seen a ritual quite like this before,” says the woman. “I’m surprised you’re trying it all on your own. They usually need more people.”
“What?” says Tim, who no longer feels like he was hit by a bat, but rather by a different genre of literature entirely. “What the hell are you talking about? What do you want?”
“What do you serve?” she says.
A beat.
“Huh ?” says Tim.
“I can see that thing in your head. I simply don’t recognize it. Let’s have no nonsense, now. What do you serve?”
She… she’s fully armed. The gun’s not all she has. I can see two knives, another gun, and the pockets of her jacket carry slim books that… oh. Power is wafting off them. Tim, be careful.
“Okay,” says Tim, still on the ground, raising his hands in surrender. “Okay, I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding, here. I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
She sighs.
She’s raising the gun!
“Wait, look, I’m not serving anything!” Tim shouts.
“What. Is in. Your head.”
“I don’t know!”
She almost sounds pitying. Almost. “You probably know my reputation. One way we do this will be painless and quick. The other will not. I do hate that second way, but if you force my hand, that's on you. So, one last time: what is in your head?”
She sounds like a grandmother.
She sounds like a schoolteacher.
And suddenly—
Without warning—
Out of nowhere—
Tim is furious.
Enraged.
Frothing.��
So many things have tried to kill or eat him in the last day that it’s abruptly become absurd. The fact that the Cthulhu in his head is offering the merciful option compared to this random woman is enough to make him feel insane.
“You can go fuck yourself!” he says.
Tim!
“Your reputation?” Tim continues. “What the hell? I don’t know your reputation! I don’t have a clue who you are! What, does Bouchard have a pet serial killer, for some reason? Go to hell!”
Tim, I doing know what’s gotten into you, but calm down . We can’t do anything if you—
She is completely unmoved. “Tell me, when I kill you, will it die?” she says.
“How the fuck should I know? He’s been there for, like, twelve hours!”
“You poor thing.” And now, she almost sounds compassionate. Almost. “It’s taken your reason, not only your sight. I wonder if there’s any of you left in there at all? Well, no matter. Move away from the circle, please.”
Still down, Tim scrambles backwards through scraggly grass and litter, puffing angrily, helpless and enraged.
If he had a bomb right now, he’d blow it.
If he had an axe, he’d throw it.
It’s the most he’s felt anything since Danny died, and he’s drowning.
He can hear her inspecting the items he put down. “What was this going to do, exactly?” says the woman. “Not that it matters, but all knowledge is good knowledge, as it were.”
“Fuck you, I don’t the hell know,” he snarls.
What is the matter with you? You’re smarter than this! Stop antagonizing her!
“And you were doing it anyway?” she says, and there is such contempt in her voice, such utter, disrespectful dismissal, like he’s a child, like he has no reason to feel the way he does or be depressed or want the hurt to end.
How dare she judge him?
How dare anyone?
She doesn’t know what he’s been through.
She doesn't know what he’s lost.
She’s writing her own narrative all over his life like some kind of terrible graffiti artist.
“Fuck you!” he says again.
Tim…
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” she says, clearly amused with herself.
Tim’s hand touches the armchair, and he stills. He’d accidentally scuttled right up against it. That means his backpack is in reach.
He can hear her messing with the salt, the water, and the bowl, the very center of the setup. That means she’s not looking his way.
As quietly as he can, Tim reaches around and takes out the book.
Tim! Don’t!
John wouldn’t tell him what the spell was for. Tim is mad about that, too.
(This is a bad idea. This won’t make it better.)
He knows that. He can’t care.
His world fell apart, he discovered magic, he lost his sight, he’s possessed, and elderly Lara Croft has decided to stop him from making the one choice he actually wanted to make?
Rage. This is rage. And it is divine.
Tim!
She must have looked up. “Drop it!” she snaps, as if he’s a brat with a slingshot.
That, in the moment, is why he opens the book.
#
It’s the third time he’s opened it.
The first gave him John. The second called gray-skinned monsters to his parents’ house. The third seems to summon a storm.
Unable to see, he cannot grasp what is happening. Something immediately buffets him—something like wind but not, something like heat but not—expanding so fast that its bulk shoves him across the weed-strewn ground until he slams against the corrugated wall.
She tries to shoot it, whatever it is.
Fuck! John is shouting. Fuck! Go right! There’s a table! Tip it over and we’ll have some shelter, you fucking idiot! What’s wrong with you? Are you out of your fucking mind?
Tim scrambles where told, pushing against what feels like excess gravity, and finds the table—just one of those cheap folding deals, probably nothing that will protect him from anything, but what does he have to lose? He tips it over and throws himself behind.
I thought you were smart , John is snarling. Thought you might be worth a little kindness, though it would cost me , but no! Whatever mercy you earned has dried up!
(That hurts, it does, but only for a moment as that tiny grief is burned up in his rage.)
As if anything John says could upset Tim now. He laughs, cackling like a fire, and stays behind his table on purpose so John can’t see what’s happening.
The woman is shouting—not spells, nothing like that, but certainly not in pain, either. In fact, it sounds like she’s reading poetry? And shooting. And moving. And doing… something that sounds a lot like a flame thrower, at least if the movies are correct.
Elderly Lara Croft, he thinks again.
The whatever-it-is he released from the book is making horrible noises, painful bass sounds that carry no words but so much meaning his head hurts trying to understand. Tim covers his ears, and discovers they are bleeding.
The woman is still alive, and somehow, still shooting. How many bullets does she have? It can’t be legal, to have bullets like that, and the fact that legal amounts of bullets even enters his head in a moment like this makes him laugh like a loon.
Damn it , Tim! he’s able to hear, and all sound suddenly stops.
In the abrupt and terrible silence comes a new voice, disturbingly energetic, unnervingly delighted.
“Oh, oh, oh, there you are, Dagster! Dag-Man! Dag-o-Rama!” The voice drops an octave. “It’s been so very long.”
And whoever said that—whatever chipper, knife-bright being said that—must be a monster, because John’s fear rises like a flood, like an absolute tsunami, and briefly, Tim can feel nothing else.
#Tma#malevolent#tma fic#malevolent fic#tma crossover#malevolent crossover#tim atoker#kiy malevolent#gertrud robinson#kayne malevolent#tma spoilers#corrupted fic
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When and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley?
Honestly can't remember but it would have been sometime when I was a little kid. I love music and my tastes cover multiple decades and genres. My mom introduced me to music at a very young age. I jokingly say that while other kids were watching Sesame Street I was watching music videos and listening to records. But my love of music originally comes from my mom introducing me to rock music from the 50s, 60s, and 70s. So Elvis was mixed in there with all the other artists she loved.
And what was your first impression?
I loved how powerful his voice was, I remember being very impressed with his vocals.
Lace shirts or jumpsuits?
Oh man, I mean, I like both, but I really love those jumpsuits!
You can steal one of Elvis/Austin’s outfits, what’s it going to be?
Not gonna lie, I kinda dig this shirt haha. It's both hideous and amazing at the same time.
But in all seriousness, probably one of the many jumpsuits, those things were so cool.
C’mon, we know you’ve been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what’s your favorite random Elvis quote?
"If you don't tell me what you want I can't help you get it!"
Whew, sir, please. 🥵🔥
Did you find Austin Butler’s lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now)
Absolutely. Omg.
What’s an aspect of Elvis’ character you wish more people appreciated?
I know others have already stated it, but it bears repeating: his sense of humor. He had a great sense of humor.
You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?: A. nothing, you’re a coward who doesn’t care about abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract E. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare “Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit” F. you waste no time with formalities, it’s a letter opener to the juggler for that piece of trash
F. He walked into my knife. He walked into my knife 10 times.
What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie?
Oh, it's hard to pick a favorite because there were so many things that were just phenomenal about the movie. It was amazingly well done. But if I *had* to pick a favorite, I would say scene by the elevator in the parking garage. That scene absolutely ripped my heart out and stomped on it but that's because it was so well directed and acted. I honestly think that's the clip they should show at the Oscars for Austin's nomination. Because if he's not nominated I will fight someone.
You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be?
Seriously, just one thing? Well, I guess I'm gonna have to go with either the '68 Comeback Special or the concert film, "That's The Way It Is."
How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya, your feminism won’t serve you here)
(Laughs in bilateral salpingectomy) But, for the sake of theoretical situations, however many he wants.
Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland?
Graceland, baby!
What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you…
Mid 60s - early 70s for sure.
How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching)
Actually the Elvis movie is the first thing I ever saw him in and so far the only thing I've seen him in. He was amazing in the Elvis movie though so I hope it gets him more quality acting jobs. He deserves it.
What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950’s prospective wife material that he’s already sampled, a 1960’s filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair?
Oh I'm a Vegas torrid backstage love affair baby, all the way!
Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he’s practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South
So, I'm from Virginia which geographically is part of the South, but I'm specifically from Northern Virginia which is actually a suburb of Washington DC and anyone from any part of VA will tell you it's a completely different place from the rest of VA, the rest of VA actually considers itself a part of the true South. So, that said, honestly, I don't know. I guess he can be a honorary Southerner if he wants but you're better off asking someone from the actual South this question.
Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?…or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard?
I'll read pretty much any genre of fanfic if the writing is good and I enjoy the story.
Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don’t understand this question move right along)
Oh swallow, for sure. And I don't care who knows it either.
Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration
I mean...I'm kind of a dirty horndog who absolutely has no shame in admitting I want to do sexy fun things to her son but I mean, other than that, maybe? Honestly, I don't know haha.
Which of Elvis’ cars is your favorite?
Uh, is this a trick question? 50s Cadillac, man!!
What are your odds for besting this man at karate?
Well, I am an athlete, I'm a runner and I box/kickbox and do functional strength training so I might have a chance to at least hold my own for a decent amount of time. He obviously is taller/heavier than I am, but size isn't the only important thing in a fight. Speed and ability to dodge and slip are also important factors. So I'm going to go with I'd be able to put up a good fight but he'd probably end up kicking my butt in the end.
If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be?
I'd tell him that he had such a lasting impression on music and pop culture in general and that he is so loved even all these decades after his death and will continue to be loved going forward. Basically I'd tell him that he will never, ever be forgotten.
What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis
Comic books since I know he loved comics too. We could talk about our favorite characters and series.
What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it?
I quote "Cause Colonel's got big debts baby!" a lot.
What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs?
Top 3 go-to songs are gonna be: Can't Help Falling in Love, Suspicious Minds, Polk Salad Annie
If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be?
I mean, I wish I could spare him several tragedies but if I had to pick only one let's say his mother dying when she did. It was a catalyst for so many other issues that surfaced afterwards.
Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves?
Pffffft, good lord no. He was one of a kind, accept no substitutes.
How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet
Ah, I think it was E, because I remember my first thoughts being "Ok this movie was honestly way better than I thought it was going to be. I'm impressed, well done Baz." And then as I processed what I had just watched it started to hit me how amazing of a movie it was and I got emotional at that point. I had a D reaction during the second viewing.
And we won't talk about how many times I've watched it total. I finally had to buy myself a copy because HBOMax was going to get tired of my ass and eventually and cut me off. And I don't want to get cut off, I need HBOMax for other things.
If you’ve got a favorite gif or photo insert it here and bless us all
I mean there's a lot of gifs and pics that I like but for this post I'll bless you with a gif from the 68 Comeback Special. You're welcome.
Whew, that was a long ask game. But I enjoyed answering it. So if you read the whole thing I hope you enjoyed reading my responses.
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