#i wonder if he still thinks he’s an alien

[luveline]

hi jade! i was wondering if you could do a zombie!au fic where r helps steve when he wakes up from a nightmare?

For a split second, Steve doesn’t know that you’re you, and he shoves you away hard. He scrambles away from you in the dark, kicking at your leg, your light sleep torn open as he shouts an unintelligible word and tumbles against the zipped tent door. 

“Steve, it’s me,” you say, voice scared and croaky with sleep. “It’s just me, it’s just me. Just us.” 

His breath is ragged. Your leg aches from the brunt of his entire body weight, your arm stings similarly. You can barely see him in the dark, his mouth a black hole, his eyes a strange shade of their usual brown as he sucks in harsh breath. You sit up with a groan. 

“Just me,” you say again, softer, “nobody else.” 

“Did I hurt you?” he asks. 

“It’s okay.” 

He swallows a lump. “Did I?”

“No. It’s alright. Come back over here, you didn't hurt me.” 

He looks at you like you’re an alien, but he shuffles back across the tent to sit by you again on the packed out mattress and your few sheets. When he’s close enough, you take the zipper on his hoodie and pull it down, away from his neck and open, before pushing the garment from his shoulders to bring out his arms. The rightmost has a bad scar from a worse infection running down the forearm, but besides that, he has a smooth expanse of skin for touching. You want to touch him. 

“I kicked you,” he says, “I’m sorry.” 

You hold him by the elbow, turned to him with your chin up. You want to get a good look at him. His bottom lip trembles. “Bad dream?” you ask gently. 

He presses his lips into a tight line. 

“I know they scare you, but it’s really okay, Steve, you’re okay.” Your voice has turned to butter, a silky whisper as you bring your hand to his cheek, and he crushes it between his face and his shoulder. “It’s okay.” 

“It’s okay,” he says finally, eyes squeezing shut. 

Fuck, baby, you think, pushing up onto your knees. “Gonna hug you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his head. 

He smells like that strange, subtle sweat that clings to his hair while he sleeps. No discernible odour, but the scent of perspiration. Maybe it’s just how he smells, or his pillow, his t-shirt? You bury your nose into his hair and attempt to rub the tension from between his shoulders.

“You smell nice,” you whisper, pressing a bunch of quick, loving kisses into his limp hair.  

“Did I hurt you a lot, when I–” He clears his throat. “I pushed you twice. I’m sorry.” 

“Baby, don’t be sorry, I don’t care.” 

“I didn’t mean to, I just thought it was you. They were– it was ripping my face off.” 

“That’s not gonna happen. Nothing’s gonna hurt you.” You close your eyes, let your face rest almost entirely in his hair. “I'm not gonna let that happen to you, I promise.” 

His breathing slows. His hands curl loosely in the front of your shirt. 

“Do you wanna lay back down? It’s still night, I think. It’s so cold.” 

Steve pulls away from you to look over your face. Without comment, he grabs his hoodie from around his waist to drape over your shoulders, sliding across toward his pillow, a hesitancy in his movements. “I think I’ll stay awake. Just for a bit. I don’t want to have the same dream.” 

“I’ll stay awake with you.” 

“No, you should sleep. It’ll make me feel better if I can…” 

He wants to watch you sleep. You wrap his hoodie around you tightly and slip back down onto your back on the portable mattress, your face to his thigh. You clasp his ankle in your hand. 

“You don’t wanna talk about it?” you ask. 

Steve encourages your face onto his thigh properly. Your neck aches, but you’ve no inclination to tell him as his hand cups your neck. “No. It was stupid. I woke you up. Scared you.” 

“No way. You don’t scare me.” 

He exhales. His thumb strokes your chin. “At least I get to wake up to you. From a nightmare to a straight up dream.” 

You hold his eyes. “Oooh, smooth.” 

He bends down to touch your nose to his. “I really don’t hurt you?” he asks again, whispering. 

“No, I promise.” 

You draw lazy half circles into his ankle and pretend to feel more tired than you do. Steve stays there for a while, bent over you without a sound. His hands are shaking. When sleep begins to weigh you down again, he noses a kiss behind your ear and sits up. You wonder what he’s thinking, listening to his breath. He doesn’t wake you again that night.

[crustyfloor]

I get a little crayz seeing this specific shot of Ivan...Ivan putting on a mask makes me crazy. It's the way his expression doesn't reach his eyes, the lack of sincerity in his smile.

But in the second image, he looks so annoyed he can barely care to school his expression and you can SEE the grimace in his eyes (EYE LINES!!!). There's such a stark difference in the persona he puts out there for people perceive him as vs how he naturally is gthybwsdgyc__(I need to see more of Ivan's natural expressions)

[sysig]

You’re so obvious, DAX (Patreon)

[soullessjack]

not to treat STAS like the definitive version of superman but there is an episode taking place in his teen years when his powers are still developing and Star Wars showing at a theatre is passively mentioned bc it’s the 1990s, and maybe it’s an inconsequential detail but I’m autistic so I’ll take that to mean that real life pop culture does exist in the DCU to some capacity, especially in the 1990’s when sci-fi blockbusters were all the rage,

which means Clark very likely grew up with/around other sci-fi things like Star Trek, Alien, The Thing, Independence Day, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Mars Attacks (not to mention the basic earth history of famous UFO sightings and crashes and conspiracies, like Roswell or Bush shaking hands with a gray man, given how close the decades were), Coneheads, 3rd Rock From The Sun ….

and everything else that either depicts aliens as mindless invaders who prey on the meek small towns and cities of earth or peaceful comedic idiots who poorly assimilate, which then means that Clark only had all of this to exclusively influence his personal idea of aliens and the unexplored cosmos and how the government typically responds to unknown forces..all before being hit with the truth about where he came from.

I can’t form my exact point here but like I think it’s formed already maybe

[sakuraluck]

well, if there’s one thing round 6 has confirmed for me, it’s that till did not, in fact, slam his opponent’s head open with freddie.

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i have this silly little undeveloped au in my brain that's just like. tedependent but it's the sarah jane adventures. sort of. not literally in the doctor who universe necessarily but like. local intrepid reporter trent crimm investigating weird shit except the local neighborhood kids will not leave him alone.

i have so many thoughts about this but none of them are coherent enough for a proper fic i think:

i just think trent being good with kids, generally. go mentor figure trent! (what this has nothing to do with my thesis what do you mean)

trent, like sarah jane pre-series, having a sort of reputation in the neighborhood (or in general, since i'm also incorporating his actual canon vibes/story) as to being standoffish, aloof, cold, etc., and generally anti-social, keeping to himself. and as the kids keep dragging him into things kicking and screaming he might also be dragged kicking and screaming into a community <3

if his daughter is essentially luke does that mean he adopted her under Strange Alien-Related Circumstances? absolutely it does, yes.

see i've got two great ideas for ted/tedependent. on one hand, although in the context of SJA/nuwho i'm not so much one for sarah jane and the doctor as a Thing, ted playing the role of like. someone from trent's Mysterious Past who he won't talk about who set him on this path? someone who was kind and wonderful and changed his life but then--at least it feels like to him--abandoned him? someone who made him a better person--from doing whatever journalism he used to do to this--someone who he's still kinda in love with... but trent can no longer even really talk to......until he shows up again? that's some good shit, not gonna lie. although i'm jimmying that into a happy ending somehow, goddamn it.

ALTERNATIVELY. henry being one of the Neighborhood Kids (as if we're using "canon" kids, we've got limited options) and ted being an oblivious parent. trent is trying to get these kids to STOP POKING INTO DANGEROUS ALIEN NONSENSE PLEASE THIS IS HIS JOB PLEASE STOP BREAKING INTO HIS HOUSE but they're stubborn and smart and they may or may not have saved his life once or twice and oh GOD THIS IS SO IRRESPONSIBLE but he can't just TELL THESE RANDOM NEIGHBORS about ALIENS. but like anyway this just painful secret identity-esque nonsense where ted knows henry's taken a shine to that nice journalist down the street and his daughter but does NOT know that henry is getting into Shenanigans(TM). this could lead into all sorts of drama about, you know, his kid being in danger... or, alternatively, ted has worked with some unit/torchwood-esque place before and is like OHH you know what? this explains that time i thought i heard you speaking an alien language. cool, cool. and trents like. .....WHAT

etc. i'm not wording this well but i think you get the idea.

if you really really wanted to make it complicated you could do both, considering the doctor's whole thing--either a fob watch or a regeneration--but honestly, i don't want to do that, so i won't

some of the adults do definitely get involved though. keeley either clocks that shit right away or thinks she's clocked it but she's actually clocked something entirely different. she's like i know you're mi6 babe ;) and he. is not. meanwhile roy having ten freakouts in a row and then being like nvm i'm fine with this. (is not fine with this, but will be eventually). jamies like yeah aliens. everyone knows about those. and they're like what?? no they dont?? and so on.

is beard an alien? genuinely no one's sure. he's not telling.

HOLD ON can i give trent k-9???? can trent crimm get a robot dog?????? yes please i think he deserves a robot dog

also see the trickster episodes? bet you could do something real fucked up with those.

i feel like i had more when i started this post but i don't remember

this not well thought out at all and i have no idea where everyone would fit in

anyway my point is. trent crimm, intrepid journalist, running around trying to stop alien shenanigans while Those Meddling Kids keep following him around. trent crimm doin a little Breaking And Entering. scooby doo shit. and he has such an interesting mix of seeming suave and badass and then immediately doing something embarrassing. trent crimm--via shenanigans and also Those Meddling Kids dragging him into their lives (aka he tries to keep his distance SO badly and only is involved when dangerous shit is going down but like then it's all. child knocking on his door like IT'S AN EMERGENCY OPEN UP and hes like WHAT WHAT IS IT and theyre like can you help me with my homework :( and hes like. fuck. yeah fine what do you want help with. (some subjects he's very helpful on others he's VERY not) until they're like okay but you're coming to this bbq right. and he's like? no? and they're like you're coming to this bbq right. and so on) ANYWAY the point is they keep dragging him into their lives and now oops! trent actually knows his neighbors and has to go through the mortifying ordeal of being known. but that also means that when he gets badly hurt or sick he's used to the empty hospital room but now he actually gets people showing up and forcing baked goods on him and shit and i'm just feeling a lot of things about this extremely hypothetical au based on my already existing feelings about trent gaining a community in s3/post-canon,

wait does this mean trent gets sonic lipstick? HELL YEAH IT DOES

[erikiara80]

I like Owens, but he’s so sketchy. The things he says...

Didn’t you really think we were working out of a shed, did you?

And you say that so casually? 

Yeah, doctor, tell us about how it is working out of a shed. Maybe you’re thinking about a shed in particular. Like that little shed in Hawkins where lights flicker and scared kids disappear. 

I keep thinking about it. He really said that, lmao. The writers really left such a huge hint there.

And his son’s name (if he really has one) is Peter, like Henry’s name at the lab. And what about this parallel with Hopper, doc?

What were you thinking about here?

Ok, this is scary. Again, he just says things so casually. Yeah, let’s put kids in a coma. I know he said that to save El, but wow. The implications.

Not sus at all, Sam

[kamwashere]

okay so. so. so okay. just finished season 5 finale (still reeling, mind you) and went headfirst to watching fight the future and uh why did no one tell me.

[navree]

it's fodder for excellent drama but let's admit it, hush and war games and identity crisis and under the red hood all happening in relatively close succession is insanely funny. just bruce speedrunning the worst fucking 365 days of his life. they should release a compilation book of all four and just title it 'batman and the terrible horrible no good very bad year'

[lhrry]

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[sokoe]

A question for sims 2 players! I've recently started playing the Goths and i wonder.

[berrymeter]

everyone has a bad anime... mine is gintama... it will always be gintama (& op) bc i don't think i can consume New bad anime now & tolerate it. has to be something i grew up with

[trans-estinien]

i gotta actually start cooking this paper i am imagining on how demonizing masculinity makes it harder to achieve equal rights but i dont think the internet is ready for that conversation yet

[sysig]

But would you tho (Patreon)

[respondedinkind]

" you don't scare me. " / from Carol Marcus over at @daretr3ks

The way she speaks those words out into the air between them - you don't scare me - causes a hint of amusement to bubble up behind a firm sternum; Khan's clear gaze, which had briefly averted seconds ago, trails back to Carol's own about a second later, accompanied by a hint of a knitted brow and a quiet exhale of breath.

---Assessing her. Wondering. Contemplating, even.

"As long as you don't give me a reason to scare you, Miss Marcus..." That name leaves a bitter taste at the back of Khan's tongue, an oily residue sticking to the roof of his mouth, "...I don't see a reason for why I would attempt to do that."

Even though much people claim he is - Khan actually is not a monster, after all. He can be, if he needs to, but... he'd prefer to not be one, for the matter.

"And since you certainly don't scare me either, we seem to be in agreement here."

Nimble fingers reach for one of the two freshly poured cups of coffee... and then he holds it out for the lady to take, offering it to her.

@daretr3ks

[foldingfittedsheets]

Our friend Richard is staying with us and I was reminded of one of his dating escapades that always made me laugh.

He’d met this girl online, and they’d been chatting for days. She was cautious but he didn’t mind as online dating does have some risks. Finally, though, they set an in person date to meet up.

It seemed to be going okay until about midway through the date when she said, “I have an important question, I ask it on every first date.”

He sat up attentively.

“If you were asleep in your bed and woke up to see two small purple aliens going through your laundry what would you do?”

He was briefly stunned by the question but gave it some thought. Finally he said, “I’d pretend to still be sleeping and observe them. If they weren’t doing anything more I’d try to greet them.”

She gave a hmm and the subject moved on. Later, when she was driving him home she informed him, “I don’t think this is gonna work out. You don’t show a healthy sense of fear.”

He bore this pronouncement with grace and wondered what the right answer would have been.

The car sailed through the night which was made darker by the extremely thick forest towering over the road. No moonlight or stars could penetrate the thick canopy.

They rode in silence until she finally remarked, “Wow, this would be the perfect place to hide a body.”

Richard, a man lacking a healthy sense of fear, could recognize that her sense of fear was well honed. Therefore, he held his tongue on the fact that his good friend had in fact stumbled across a dead body in those woods a month prior.