#showing daniel a wide range of the world he’s missed

[9haharharley1]

I would like some more Pomp Pep with BDSM aspects in it plz 🤲🏻

Here's your smut, you filthy animal (I hope this is kinky enough, I'm still practicing writing decent scenes!)

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Danny yelped as he was grabbed by the back of his shirt, choking as he was hauled back to call in Vlad's lap. The older man's big arms caged him to his warm body, and Danny struggled.

"Let go of me!" he snarled. He handed his elbow back into Vlad's ribs, and the man grunted.

"I don't think so!" Vlad hissed back. His big hands caught Danny's arms, pink ectoplasm glowing from his palms, and Danny was suddenly bound, his wrists trapped in glowing binds. He struggled harder. "You've been a brat long enough, and I think it's high time you show a little respect."

Danny twisted his head to glare at Vlad, lips pulled back in a scowl. "You're the last person I would ever 'respect!'" He wrenched at his binds.

Vlad glared back. "Then it looks like I'll have to teach you."

Another yelp escaped Danny as he was lifted, legs kicking in the air as he was forcefully hauled up. Vlad manhandled to where he wanted, but Danny did not make it easy for him. He kicked and struggled, snarling and spitting as Vlad laid him out over his lap, one big hand gripping his hair and forcing his face into the cushion of the couch. Danny turned his head enough so he could still breathe, but the anger did not dissipate.

"What the he-AH!" He choked out a cry, eyes going wide as a harsh smack was delivered to his ass, stinging even through the fabric of his jeans. He kicked his legs, his struggle to get away redoubling as panic shot through him, forgetting that he could simply phase through Vlad's hold. Another smack came as Vlad tightened his hold on his hair. "What the fuck, Vlad?!"

"Language, Daniel," Vlad snarled down at him. "This attitude of yours has gotten in my last nerve, and it's high time someone do something about it."

A shiver raced up Danny's spine as cold air hit his legs, dread filling him as his ass was bare for the world to see. His eyes widened, his breath came in sharp pants, and before he could finish saying, "W-Wait, Vlad"- a loud smack! rang in the air, and Danny jerked violently, near screaming from the shock of pain. He curled in on himself, abdomen flexing over Vlad's legs, trying to bring his hands up to push away, but only straining his arms for the effort. He whimpered.

"That was a warning," Vlad said, his voice dark with threat. Danny curled up further, twitching as that hot hand smoothed the offended spot, no doubt blooming red under Vlad's tender touch. "You can take your punishment with like a good boy and this will be over before you know it."

"F-Fuck..." Danny gasped quietly, refusing to acknowledge the tears starting to well in his eyes, "Fuck you!"

Another smack had him crying out, jerking against Vlad's leg. He buried his face in the couch cushion, heedless of the hand tugging his hair roughly.

"Lose the attitude!" Vlad barked. "I am sick of your bratty behavior, Daniel! You've been like this all day, and my patience is at an end." Danny shivered under his hands as Vlad rubbed the reddened spots gently. His tone softened just a little. "Now, you are going to count, and for each one that you miss or count wrong, I'm going to start over. I think ten should be enough." He tugged Danny's hair, and the soothing warmth of his hand left his ass. Danny whimpered. "Now be a good boy and count."

The next smack tore a another shout from Danny, scalding and near bruising, his ass no doubt already turning red. He managed to snarl even as a tear dripped down his cheek to soak in the cushion. "One," he snarled.

Vlad tutted, a noise of disappointment humming low and his throat, and Danny hated that it filled him with panic. "Wrong," he said calmly, smacking Danny again, softer, but still with intent. "That was two. Only the first was a warning." He gently stroked over the stinging flesh of Danny's ass, before pulling away. "Start over."

Maybe it was because his skin already felt like it was on fire, but the next hit had Danny choking back a sob, humiliation making him bury his face in the couch. He barely managed to gasp out a, "One..." before the next smack had him shouting, his legs spasming and kicking. "Two!"

"Good boy, Daniel..." Vlad murmured. He briefly rubbed stinging cheeks between each smack, the warmth of his hand soothing the burn before fire licked at Danny's skin once more. By the next hit, Danny was outright crying, his breaths coming in short gasps from the humiliating position. By four, his cock was near aching, rutting against Vlad's thigh with each hit, and by five Danny was moaning around his numbers. He could feel Vlad's own erection digging into his stomach at six.

The next smack made him throw his head back with a breathless moan, eyes lidded heavy and drool dripping from his lips. "Oh, Vlad..." he moaned. His bound hands gripped Vlad's thigh, and he felt the man twitch under him.

"Number, Daniel."

Vlad's voice was nothing more than a dangerous growl, and Danny had to swallow thickly. He gasped out a weak, "Seven..." before Vlad's other hand was no longer in his hair. His burning touch fell to ass, gripping one stinging cheek, and pulling. Danny gasped as his entrance was exposed, twitching with each heavy breath he took, and he cried out sharply as the next smack came to an unblemished spot between ass and thigh. "Eight!"

"Look at you..." Vlad growled, both hands spreading Danny's ass. "You look so pretty under my hand, little badger. You should see yourself. Your cute little ass was just begging for this kind of attention, wasn't it?"

One hand left to deliver the next smack, and Danny moaned, loud and wanton. He rutted against Vlad's thigh, his own legs squeezing together as he shuffled his feet. His balls tightened painfully. "Yes, Sir..." he murmured, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth as his words slurred. "I needed this, Sir, thank you..."

"Don't you sound so sweet," Vlad muttered. A finger teased over Danny's entrance, and the younger man shuddered. "As sweet as you are, I still gave you an order. I need a number, baby."

Danny shuddered, his hips thrusting back to try and catch that prodding finger on his hole. "Eigh- Nine!" he shouted with a shake of his head, correcting himself at the last second. He was rewarded with that finger dipping into him just an inch.

"Very good, Daniel," Vlad murmured. Then his finger was gone, and Danny whined pitifully. "Deep breaths now, badger."

Danny barely managed to suck in a breath before the last smack hit him, hard and hot and fast, and Danny screamed, precum leaking from his cock as he thrust against Vlad's thigh. A finger found his entrance again, teasing the rim, and Danny shouted, "Ten! Ten- please, ten, Daddy, please, I'm so close!"

Vlad groaned low and rough above him, his finger pushing in deeper than before. "Good boy, Daniel, very good," he moaned. Danny tightened around his finger as he stroked his insides, pulling out only to thrust back in long and slow. He moaned, grinding into Vlad's thigh. "You took your punishment so well, little badger, such a good boy for me." Another finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle on the next pull out, and Danny whined. "You're doing so good, baby. Just let Daddy take care of you."

Danny buried his face in the cushion, thrusting back on Vlad's fingers with each thrust in, precum soaking into Vlad's pants. He was panting and moaning, soft cried muffled by the couch cushion, and it took barely three passes over his prostate for him to come. It came almost violently, his legs shaking as he rut against Vlad in mindless want, one of those big hands still resting hot and soothing over his burning skin. Vlad continued to coo soft words at him as he scissored his fingers, stroking Danny's insides until Danny's orgasm passed and he lay twitching and boneless over Vlad's lap. He panted heavily, cheek pressed into the cushion, sweat coating his skin. Vlad pulled his fingers out, running his other hand gently up Danny's back under his shirt.

"Beautiful, Daniel, absolutely gorgeous..." Vlad murmured and Danny shivered again. He could still feel Vlad twitching against his stomach. He turned his head enough to peek a bleary blue eye up at the man.

"Do I get a reward, Daddy?" he asked softly, licking his lips. Vlad gazed down at him with fire in his eyes. His cock twitched again.

"You did take your punishment like a good boy..." Vlad said thoughtfully. He patted Danny's ass gently. "On your knees then," he ordered.

Danny scrambled to his feet as fast as his shaking legs could get him, steadied by Vlad's warm hands on his hips. Vlad spread his legs, encouraging Danny down onto his knees on the floor between them. Hands still bound, he watched with eager eyes as Vlad unzipped his pants, his mouth watering as he took his thick cock and started stroking. Vlad sighed in bliss, slumping down into the cushions as he reached forward to fist Danny's hair and bring him closer.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," he ordered as he fisted his dick. Danny did so, leaning in closer at Vlad's urging, his tongue pressing to the hot length of Vlad's shaft. His eyes fell half-closed licking along the length and Vlad stroked himself, moaning at the hot and heavy taste of him. He held Vlad's gaze, watched the man's eyes bleed red, watched as he grunted, lips pulling back to reveal a fangs in a silent snarl. Danny licked up the length of him once, twice, before Vlad yanked his head back, his hand stroking faster on himself. Danny kept his tongue out, kept his heavy gaze locked with Vlad's, only breaking it when the man shuddered, red eyes briefly falling closed as the first bead of liquid hit Danny's tongue. They snapped back open immediately, watching as his orgasm painted Danny's lips and tongue, a streak splashing his cheek, and Vlad let out a licentious moan as Danny's eyes closed and he sighed in bliss. "So fucking beautiful..." Vlad breathed.

Danny opened bleary eyes, licking his lips and swallowing the fluid on his tongue. Vlad sat up, leaning over him to cup Danny's cheeks. He leaned down, bringing his young lover into a kiss, simultaneously hot and sweet, groaning at the taste of himself on Danny's tongue. When the pulled away, Danny licked his lips again, dazed, and Vlad smirked.

"How was that for a reward?" he asked softly, stroking Danny's cheek with his thumb.

"Mm... It was perfect..." Danny mumbled back. He gave the older man a small, satisfied smile. "You're so perfect..."

If Vlad's cheeks flushed at the unexpected praise, Danny didn't mention it - a testament to just how satisfied the younger man was that he wouldn't take the opportunity to tease. Vlad kissed him again. "Let's go get you cleaned up, little badger."

He helped Danny to his feet, transforming in the same instant, and he took the younger man in his arms. Cradled close with his head on Vlad's shoulder, Danny closed his eyes, more content than he ever thought he could be, as Vlad floated up through the ceiling to run them a hot bath.

[winterproductions]

CHAPTER THREE

Disclaimer: This is an idol!Jungkook and OC fanfiction, preferably for my POC queens but anyone who reads can envision themselves in the character, if they like.

Word count: 1K

CHAPTERS: 01 02 03 04

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Amara Cole

2017

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!" The screams of the crowd blurred as I felt Daniel's lips press against mines, this was our first kiss. I pulled away as the fireworks brighten the night sky, "happy new years, babe." He whispered in my ear and I giggled "babe??" I smiled up at him and he looked around as his face turned pink with his natural blush. "Amara Cole" he spoke as his hands wrap around my waist, "will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?" I nodded and he smiled widely. "Good" he commented before kissing me again.

A flash interrupted us and we looked at the cause of it. "Now this! Is a memory!" Emerald exclaimed as she showed us her camera. Daniel laughed and looked at Emmy, "send me that!" He responded and we continued dancing the night away.

"Mommy, did I wake you?" I spoke into the phone as I laid in bed at 7am. "No baby, the nurses did." I laughed as I remember the way she vented about the nurses always waking her to ensure she still was alive despite the heart monitor showing it. "Happy new years" I told her and she repeated back. "Mara, I'm heading for check up and I cannot carrying my phone, so I'll speak with you later ok?" I heard my mom rushed as the background nurses spoke to her. "Ok mommy, be safe." "Same to you, baby."

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"Graduation came in a flash, we just spoke about it." Daniel commented to his friends as we all awaited the ceremony to begin. Gaining new friends through a relationship is something I never thought about but it happened. "You look beautiful, my love." Daniel commented and I blushed.

The ceremony was long but it was worth it, I left with honors of being the salutatorian; one failed examination caused me the spot of valedictorian. "Congratulations!!" Daniel screamed as the ceremony came to an end. He spun me around as the graduates dispurse with their family to begin their new ventures in adulthood. "Mrs. Cole" Daniel greeted my mom as my brother pushed her wheel chair. He hugged my mom as his parents approached and we all communicate before making dinner plans to celebrate our success.

Both Daniel and I received a scholarship to CPA for music. "My baby is going to Britain for four years." She cried in sadness and pride. "I would have declined it." I commented as Trevor drove us to a restaurant. "Don't you dare, I have Trevor and Kurstin. You go and get your degree, that way you'll have the money to carry me everywhere." You chuckled as Trevor pulled up to the restaurant at the same time as Daniel's and Emerald's family.

My phone rang as we got situated at a table and I brought Emerald outside with me as I looked for my sister who came running down the sidewalk. She was out of breath holding congratulations balloons and flowers. "This place making fucking money, I need to open a restaurant." She joked and handed me her gifts. "I'm sorry I missed the ceremony, I sneaked out of work to get these and bring them." She laughed as I took them with a hug. "Here." She passed me some money as she began to head back to her car"have fun tonight! Celebrate!!" She screamed as she ran from where she came.

Tears form in my eyes as I sat a the filled table of three different family and friends. I blinked them back but happiness spilled from me and it exceeded as my father arrived. "Congratulations babygirl, you have now surpass me in life." He joked. He didn't graduate from high school, but his success in life didn't falter, street smarts and manners can really take you through the world.

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"So, we have until August." Daniel began and I looked at him. "Yeah, I want to spend time with family until then." He nodded "agreed" he kissed me softly and we heard a scoff "I'll forever be a third wheel." Emerald commented making us laugh. "You'll find someone soon, Emmy." Daniel commented. "I'm going to miss you guys." Silence filled the car we sat in as our parents are still chatting and eating in the restaurant. "Four years, it'll pass quick." I tried being optimistic and held up my phone. "We'll always be in contact." She nodded and the trio hugged it out as they stepped out the car. "We have until August, and after then the countdown begins!" Emerald stated.

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The airport send-off was more emotional then Amara expected. She broke down in tears that refuse to calm down despite her efforts. She hated leaving her mom in the position she's in, it was only seven months ago that her mom returned home from the hospital. "It's okay, be safe in Britain, you can always see us during the breaks and calls will be frequent." Her mom comforted her and she nodded.

Emerald approached her with tears and engulfed her tightly. "Like your mom said, we always have breaks to see each other. The countdown begins." She comforted her tearful friend. "I'm sorry to interrupt." Daniel spoke, sincerely apologetic at interrupting their goodbyes. "We have to go now to catch our boarding time." Amara nodded and engulfed her family one last time before holding Daniel's hand. "Daniel" the voice of her father was heard making them turn around. "Take care of my daughter." He nodded with a smile. "You have my word, sir."

"Our new adventure begins." Daniel stated and Amara nodded, "yeah, it's official." She whispered as the blue skies and clouds became the aesthetic behind the airplane's window.

A/N: Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far, I'm just building the storyline. As I said before BTS makes an appearance very soon.

[flower-slut004]

MR SHARMAN SIR

summary: YN decides to have fun with her English professor

WARNING: Smut, Sir kink, teasing, Oral ( both receiving), denied orgasm.

Daniel tried to ignore all the eyes on him as he explained the theme of Hamlet to his college class. Every girl and some of the guys just couldn't keep their eyes off of their handsome teacher. His piercing blue eyes to his soft lips that lead to his chisled chin. He shook off all the lustful looks and turned his attention to the back of the room.

His eyes landed on Yn who stared back at him. He kept talking as he viewed her features. His eyes trailed to her nose to her lips, he let out a cough as he realized what she was doing with her lips.

Between them was a pen,a pen she kept twisting in her mouth. She smirked at his reaction as she bit the pen with a wink. Daniel felt his pants get tighter as he kept watching the girl. He went behind his desk to hide the bulge as he finished the lecture."You may now read the next chapter to yourselfs" he says in his accent.

The class groans but not Yn. She continues to watch him and starts to admire the way his white button-down shirt would fit so tight around his biceps and his black jeans would make his ass look even more perfect if that was even possible.Or how his large hands would grip his coffee mug as he stared back at her. YN started to fantasize about his hands wrapping around her neck as she bends over his desk.

The two began to have a very intense staring contest. Lust forming in both their eyes.Daniel began to fantasize about how her ass would bounce on his throbbing cock. He grunts as he brushes his crotch on the desk. YN smirked as she finally made the move getting up from her seat. He watched her come up to him with book in her hands and teasing look in her eyes.

“Mr.Teacher Sir?" She whispers as she leant over the desk. "It's Mr.Sharman, Miss LN" he corrects. "Sorry Sir.." she bits her lip. "It's just...I don't understand this part..." she continues as she came around his desk to sit next to him.

He smirks "That's a shame Miss Ln... I was explaining it earlier but it seemed to me you were daydreaming""Couldn't help it...this class just sends me to another world" she whispers softly. Daniel smirked as he grabbed the book from her hand making sure to brush his fingers with hers. "What exactly didn't you understand Miss Ln" he asked.

Before she could answer the bell rang. Daniel felt his heart drop as he grumbled at the bell. "Don't worry Mr.Sharman...I have free period" she whispers in his ear as the last person left the class. Her hand traveled up his knee to his thigh"You're lucky I have planning period Miss Ln..." he looks down at her hand with a smirk.

She let out a small sigh as she removed her hand to remove her jacket leaving her chest to be exposed by a little. Daniels eyes wondered around her chest.Yn giggled as she took her finger under his chin to raise his face up. "Sir...my eyes are up here" she whispered dangerously closed to his lips.

He looked down at her lips and back into her eyes. "Fuck It" he grumbled as he pulled her towards him on to his lap.YNs eyes went wide as she was bent over his lap. She gasped feeling his large hands pull down her skirt and rest on her ass.

Daniel smirked as he rubbed her ass making her let out a soft moan. Yn was enjoying the feeling of his large hands on her ass that she didn't realize his hand lifting in the air.He brought the hand down with a great force and smacked her right cheek making it jiggle.

YN let out a yelp and Daniel smirked. "Naughty girl" he tsked slapping her ass again. Yn let out a muffed moan as she bit into his thigh.

Daniel let out a hiss as he pulls her up so she's facing him.The two of them had a intense staring contest until Daniel took off his shirt along with hers. "You're so beautiful" Daniel mumbles playing with the straps of her bra.

Yn just giggled and crawled off of his lap, fiddling with his belt buckle.She slid down his jeans and underwear in one pull. She got on her knees in front of him, and took his member in her hands, pumping it slowly. "You know Mr.Sharman, you're much bigger than I ever imagined you'd be." She smiled and kissed the tip of his member, causing him to moan softly “Call me Sir love".

Yn chuckles as she looked up at him "okay sir" she teased as she took his length in her mouth, his member hitting the back of her throat. She bobbed her head slowly, as his hand found its way to her hair, gripping it tightly. Leaning his head back in pleasure, he closed his eyes and moaned out occasionally. She started going faster, and his moans became more frequent and louder.

“F-Fuck," he stuttered out. "I can't last much longer." She smirked and bobbed her head faster, him coming apart under her. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed it all.She smiled fondly at her professor , and sat back down on his lap, rubbing his chest softly. "You taste good, sir." She said as she kissed his lips.

Grabbing her hips, he pushed her onto his desk. He moved forward, making sure to lock the door to his classroom .On his way back he began to flex his biceps with a smirk. She grinned as he started to reveal his torso. She could feel the muscle underneath, felt it tremble under her touch.

Grinning, she leant back and knocked graded tests to the floor.He gripped her face as he kissed her. He was soft at first; kissing her bottom lip, then taking his time with the top one. He then pressed her back to his desk and smothttered kisses over her stomach.His light stubble rubbed against her skin and she groaned, pushing her legs onto his shoulders.

He moved up her body and sucked an already hard nipple through the sheer fabric of her bra. [Y/N] pushed off her ballet pumps and dug her heels into his back, wanting a rougher touch.

“Talk to me," she groaned as he teased her other breast.He looked up from her body and smirked. "Like a bit of dirty talk huh?" he teased as YN grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a hard kiss, all tongue and teeth. She left him gasping. She closed her eyes as she felt his mouth touch her neck, placing a long kiss there.

While his hands moved to her own waist to remove her jeans, she dug hers into his hair. It was so soft. [Y/N] moved him back up for another kiss. He tasted like tea and metal and just a hint of something dark at the back of his mouth.

“I never got your answer darling " he mumbles "Yes." She gripped his hair tight. "Please talk to me, got a thing for the accent, do you?"She rubbed her thigh against his aching cock. "Yes" she moans removing her jeans, he dropped to the floor gingerly and started kissing up and down her thigh.He pressed his mouth again and again to the inside, sometimes brushing the lace of her panties.

After a moment of writhing on his desk from the feel of his mouth, he dragged her underwear down with his teeth and moved her legs over onto his shoulders as he buried his face in her pussy.

“Do you remember anything from class today?" He asked before sucking on her clit. He removed his mouth quickly but dragged his tongue over it in a long stroke. "Sorta"She moans, dizzy from her surroundings. She was going to come quicker than expected if he kept going like that.He traced the outside of her clit with his tongue, barely going near the real pressure point. He pressed a kiss there before looking up at her.

“What do you remember?" He finished that off with a long swipe at her clit followed by his teeth. She tried to grab onto something but couldn't.All she could hold onto was him."I...um...Hamlet is disgusted by the marriage of his newly widowed mother, Queen Gertrude, to his Uncle, King Hamlet's brother, Claudius, who now has the throne when he came home" she stammered out.He rewarded her by slipping a finger inside her, slowly teasing her before moving in and out.

It felt so good."Anything else?" Daniel asked again, his accent getting thicker as he grew more aroused.She tried to remember what he had talked about but as he traced her folds with the tip of his tongue, she couldn't think.

Suddenly he pulled away from her and she was left with nothing. She tried to remember and eventually she came up with it."Revenge and justice! That's the theme of the story ."He smirked before returning to her pussy, taking her clit between his lips.

She grinded herself into into him and groaned as he sunk two fingers inside her. She bucked her hips, desperate for more friction. Any friction. His free hand moved up to grasp her breast and kneaded it roughly.

She was overwhelmed by it all and found her head starting to swim.She was so close; she could feel her release growing in her stomach.But then he pulled away from her and was moving up her stomach and back up to her neck.

He kissed her jaw before grasping her face."I'm going to let you come in a second..." he growled.She moved her legs around him instinctively, needing his complete touch in that moment. This was better than any fantasy.

“I just need to know you remember how he died." Daniel asked as she pressed her finger against his mouth and he nibbled at it.He waited anxiously, one hand pulling down his boxer shorts. He was going to be inside her, his cock was going to be inside her and Yn couldn't breathe. Practically naked on his desk, soaking wet from his mouth and fingers and ready to scream his name.

“Poison sword ."she whimpers.He grinned at her "Good girl." His mouth nipped at her neck, no doubt producing a love bite she could show off to class tomorrow. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as he pushed inside her. She groaned as she felt him pulse between her legs and bit down on his shoulder.

He was hot and thick and she needed him deeper, she needed him all over her."Oh Fuck..." Daniel groaned against her collar bone. "You don't know how many times I've thought about fucking you while I sat in this classroom ."She gripped him harder then, trembling as he thrust into her once, twice, so many times. He moved his angle so he grazed her clit every time he went in and out.

After the fire started to grow again, she anchored herself to his shoulders, clinging to him.Eventually he pushed her right over and she howled his name."Daniel"He slammed his hand over her mouth in an instant and she immediately realised her mistake.

They were still in office hours , and they were breaking several rules doing this.He stilled for a moment, checking for sounds. When he was sure no one was coming to around he continued to fuck her, gripping her ass and sucking on a breast.

[Y/N] stroked his hair, loving every moment of this. She didn't want it to stop.She kissed his forehead as she felt him grow close.

“Cum for me sir” she purred “Cum for your favorite student” And he did, growling her name as loud as he could against her skin.

She slipped on his shirt and knelt by his chair. She rested her head on his leg and he stroked her hair, looking down and smiling at her.

[thirtysomethingloser92]

Chapter 1.

Summary: After being removed from his own time, Agent Daniel Sousa finds himself in 2020 lost, alone and vulnerable. You, an Avenger, find yourself face to face with Director Coulson and Agent May begging you to help another man out of time. This time however, instead of a super soldier, you meet an average man haunted by war and a time he once knew.   Pairings: Daniel Sousa x Reader.

You loved the mornings.

You truly did. You loved being awake before everyone else, the stillness of the cold air outside, a chance to reflect towards the day ahead. Almost every morning you could be found by the compound lake watching as the mist dusted itself off the top of the water with a hot cup of coffee in your hand and headphones in your ears. Once upon a time, you would be joined by the blonde super soldier you had helped adapt years earlier, a tight shirt covering his chest and a drink bottle in his hand. The mornings would be filled with laughter and joking as you both prepared for the day head. These days however, the years after the accords and the dismantling of the Avengers, you found yourself longing for those days with your friends in front of the television or training with the most deadliest assassins in the world.

You missed your friends.

"Good morning Audrey," You smiled at the young brunette woman who was currently leaning against her door frame flicking through her mail, "How are you today?"

The young girls brown eyes lit up as she gave you a wide smile. Audrey, last name unknown because she never told you or you never bothered to really ask, was your unusually quiet neighbor who occasionally made her presence known by knocking on your door and coming in for a cup of tea, usually talking about her recently deceased grandparents or her family.

"I'm great. Would be better if I stopped getting bills but hey, that's capitalism for you," She laughed as she placed the envelopes in her back pocket, "Oh! I almost forgot to mention, your uncle and his girlfriend are visiting. They asked me to let them in earlier and I've seen them come in and out of your apartment before so I hope you don't mind,"

Your mouth fell open slightly, "Erm sure, thanks Audrey. Next time could you call me though?"

The young woman nodded, "Absolutely, I'm so sorry,"

You nodded and turned to your door, "It's fine honestly. I trust him with my life. Just next time let me know there's people in my apartment," You grinned as you pushed the front door open, giving the young woman a small wave as you entered your apartment and closed the door.

Throwing your bag down on the ground you made your way through the hall and into the living room where you saw your long time friend and mentor Phil Coulson,  Agent Melinda May and a dark haired brown eyed man sitting next to them with his hand gripping the golden handle of a walking stick.

"A phone call wouldn't go amiss every now and again," You smiled as Phil stood up and embraced you in a hug. Phil Coulson was the man who vouched for you, who gave you a second chance when SHIELD deemed your powers too unstable. He was the man who stood by your decisions and guided you in a way that a father could. When you found yourself in the Treskellion all those years ago, so young and afraid, you remember his gentle words, the way he didn't treat you like an agent, but as a human. Not a freak like you had believed yourself to be. But as an average teenager.

"We've been out of range," Phil explained, he turned to Melinda, "You remember Agent May?" The Asian woman gave you a nod and a small smile, "And this is Daniel Sousa,"

Your eyes landed on the man who gave you a curt nod by decidedly stayed silent, "Sousa? I recognize that name. SSR later SHIELD. Died in 1955,"

Phil nodded, "That's right,"

"So uh, not to be rude. Why is he in my lounge room, in the year 2020?"

Phil offered you a seat and slid a manila file across the table to you. Flicking it open, you saw a photo of a younger version of the man out of time among numerous pages of his background.

"He had to die. Officially in 1955," Phil began, "But we couldn't let a good man die,"

"So you kidnapped him?"

A small smile crossed Daniel's face.

"I wouldn't say kidnap. We preserved a timeline," Phil clarified, "Look, I remember how well you got Steve Rogers to adapt to the 21st century. We were wondering if you could do the same for Agent Sousa. Get him up to date about what he missed. Help him get comfortable,"

You turned to look at Daniel who suddenly spoke up, "He's also in the room," You could see that he was trying to keep his face void of emotion, but his eyes showed that he was confused, somewhat scared of this new time. Of his future. "Is no one going to ask what I want?"

You nodded in agreement, "Okay then Agent Sousa. What would you like?"

"To go home. But since that's obviously off the table," He looked at Phil, then to Melinda, and finally to you, determination suddenly set in his eyes, "I'll stay. If I'm not intruding on you and your life,"

You shrugged, "I'm an Avenger, my life's always intruded on so it doesn't bother me," A small smile crossed your face, "This is going to be hard, but I've read about you. You're gonna be okay,"

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You made your way down the hallway and into the spare room with your arms filled with a large blanket and pillow, your new roommate limping behind you. After rejecting his help numerous time, he had finally become silent as the walls echoed around you. "I haven't really had a chance to clean this room up so you  might need to open a window or something tomorrow once it warms up a bit," You explained, turning on the large overhead light and throwing the blanket and pillow on the bed. You quickly moved around the room tidying it up and making the bed, "I wasn't really expecting a new roommate so soon after the last one moved out so I apologize if you find any woman's clothes under the bed or in the wardrobe. Just let me know and I'll give them to my friend when I see her next," Placing your hands on your hips, you gave Daniel a smile which quickly dropped once you saw the dejected look on his face.

"What do I do now?" He asked you, sitting ion the edge and looking down at the wooden floor, you watched as he swallowed deeply, "I've been to war, I came home and I've never felt as lost as I do now,".

You sat down next to him, being sure to keep your distance, "72 hours ago you were in 1955. You're 65 years in the future. It's a pretty hard pill to swallow. There's no manual on how to deal with that. When was the last time you slept? Maybe that's your first step,"

"Properly? 1955,"

You stood up and made your way to the door, "I have something that might help. A Stark concoction,"

"Howard?"

"Howard died in 1991. Tony's his son. Egotistic, but his hearts in a good place. I'll get Agent Coulson to bring over some files about what's happened to your colleagues between 1955 and now," You paused in the doorway, "You're not allergic to anything are you?"

"Not that I know of," He replied picking at the bed cover and glancing around the room.

You gave him another smile and motioned for him to wait a moment before making your way to  your kitchen and opening the medicine cabinet. A clear jar filled with 4 white pills sat in the center, the special concoction that Tony and Doctor Bruce Banner made for you many months earlier. You poured one carefully into your hand before replacing the lid and putting it back in the cupboard.

Gently, you could hear the slight tapping of Daniel's walking stick on the wooden floor as he moved around the room. You poured water into a cup and slowly made your way into the bedroom where you saw him watching the early morning sunrise. "At least that's one thing that will never change. A New York sunrise," He commented lowly.

You held out the pill in the palm of your hand and the water in the other, "The strongest sleeping pill we have. It'll knock you out for a few hours and when you wake up we can start dealing with all this,"

He turned to you and looked down at your hand before shaking his head, "No thank you. I-I'm not comfortable taking that. Thank you for the gesture,"

You gave him as reassuring smile, "It's fine. Ill leave it on the bedside table and if you think you might need it you can take it. Or not," You set the items down on the bedside table and watched as Daniel resumed his position on the edge of the bed.

"If you uh, if you don't mind I'd like to be alone now," He stated.

You nodded and pointed to the drawers, "I think there's a singlet and pajama pants in there from an ex boyfriend somewhere. Feel free to use those. I'm just going to do some housework so feel free to come grab me if you need anything,"

He gave a small nod and you gently closed the door behind you, making your way through the hall and into the living room, you turned on the television and began to clean the dishes on the lounge table.

A few hours later after the work was done, you slowly made your way down the hall and knocked gently on Daniel's door. Upon not hearing an answer you pushed it open and poked your head inside. Your heart broke at what you saw. Daniel was laying stomach down on top of the covers, his walking stick laying abandoned on the floor, dried tear trails down  his face, the white pill on the bedside was gone and the water half empty.

You gave a sad smile and realized that helping Daniel Sousa was going to be absolutely nothing like helping Steve Rogers.

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[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Not So Bad

Pairings: Avengers!Reader x Daniel Sousa, Steve x Bucky (mentioned briefly) 

Summary: What happens when Tony and Natasha don’t die in the final battle with Thanos? Steve’s boyfriend has been returned from the dust and all his friends are alive and well. He has very little to gain from going back in time and everything to lose, so you volunteer to return the stones. Everything was going swimmingly until a Pym Particle malfunction left you stranded in 1949 with little hope of return. You seek out Howard Stark, hoping he’ll be able to come up with a solution to get you back. However, the longer you remain stranded, the more you start to realize maybe the past isn’t so bad after all.

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: mild swearing, slight fear of needles/experimentation. 

A/N: Rewatching Agent Carter and the new season of Agents of SHIELD have me on a high Sousa high but I’ve noticed there aren’t many Sousa x Reader fics on this site so I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. Let me know if I should write a part 2! 

Sequel

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“Shit,” you gasped, frantically hitting the device on your wrist. “Shit shit shit shit.” 

You were standing in a supply closet though you were supposed to be standing in Tony’s yard, surrounded by the rest of the Avengers team as you celebrate the defeat of Thanos and saving the world one more time. The party was also doubling as Steve’s retirement party; he was finally passing the shield and title of Captain America to Sam and settling down with Bucky. Your travels to return the Infinity Stones had left you famished and you were craving a slice of celebratory cake but there you were, stuck in a 1940s supply closet. 

“Damn you, Scott Lang,” you cursed under your breath once you realized the device wouldn’t be sending you back to the present (or is it technically the future?) anytime soon. 

You let your back slide down the wall, resting on the floor as you wracked your brain for a solution. Lord knows you weren’t qualified to tinker with the device, all this time travel stuff hurt your head when you thought about it too much. The only people who knew what they were doing were Scott and Tony and they were still in the present, probably slicing into that delicious cake right now…

Your stomach rumbled and you groaned. “Damn you, Stark.” 

Then it hit you. 

“Oh my gosh! Stark!” You shouted your epiphany before remembering where you were and slapping a hand over your own mouth, only removing it once you were sure no one had heard you. 

At least you had your solution. Find Howard Stark, fix the device, return to the present (future?), eat some food. 

Your stomach rumbled again. Maybe food should be higher on your to-do list. 

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You were kinda surprised when you didn’t cry upon learning that Howard Stark’s jet had just left for Los Angeles. You were stranded in Camp Lehigh, 74 years into the past, and your one shot at getting back just flew across the country. 

Alright, new objective: find Peggy Carter, surely she could get you to LA. Of course, you’d have to find a way to convince her to help you without destroying the timeline. You’ll also have to figure out how to get Howard’s help without telling him you’re a time-traveler and without giving him the ability to recreate the device. Holy shit you were never going to get home. 

You were so caught up in your own mind that you weren’t paying attention to where you were going until you were abruptly knocked over. 

“Oh my gosh, are you alright?” A concerned voice rang out above you and you looked up to see a hand reaching out to help you up. A hand that was attached to an extremely attractive dark-haired man. 

You took the hand, allowing the man to help you off the floor as you apologized, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying any attention!”

“That’s alright, I wasn’t either.” He said, head tilted down in embarrassment. 

The pair of you lingered awkwardly, neither showing any intention of carrying on your separate ways. Finally, the man broke the silence.

“Um, can I help you at all?” He asked, cheeks flushing slightly as he met your eyes for the first time. 

“Uh, yeah, actually.” You responded, your voice suddenly becoming inexplicably quiet. “I’m looking for Howard Stark?”

No, you idiot! You cursed yourself, you know where Howard is! You’re looking for Peggy Carter.

“You just missed him.” The man gave you a sad chuckle. “His plane just took off for LA.” 

“Shit.” You cursed, trying to channel your frustrations into accurately faking a reaction to bad news you had already received. It wasn’t until you saw the look on the man’s face that you remembered where, or rather when, you were. “Aw hell, don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who thinks it’s inappropriate for women to curse?” 

Wow, y/n you’re really nailing it with the first impressions here.

“N-not at all,” The man’s eyes were blown wide as he stumbled to explain himself. “I’d be damned if I thought women weren’t fit to do anything a man could. You just don’t hear many women cursing around here, is all.”

You peered at him curiously, head tilted slightly as you did so. He wasn’t at all what you had expected from the time period. 

“Any chance you could direct me to Agent Carter’s office?” You finally spoke, changing the subject, needing to get back on mission. “If Stark forgot my meeting then I’ll have to find a way to LA, I figure Agent Carter’s my best bet.” 

You knew making up an appointment with Stark was going to bite you in the ass later when he didn’t know who you were but you decided you’d cross that bridge when you came to it. Right now, you needed to get to Stark as quickly as possible and this seemed like the best way to do it. 

“Oh, I was actually headed there myself. I’ll walk you.” The man offered and you smiled gratefully, following him down the hallway, past your supply closet before finally reaching a door that said “Director Peggy Carter.”

“After you,” the man said kindly, holding the door open for you and you stepped into the office. 

You’d seen pictures of Peggy Carter. Of course you had, nobody made it through the World War II section of their history class without seeing at least one picture of Peggy Carter, and well, you worked with Steve so you’d seen plenty of other pictures as well. But Carter was much more stunning in person and no picture could capture the way she held a room. 

“Daniel, it’s good to see you,” You assumed she was greeting the man now stood beside you as you never got his name. “Who’s this?” 

“Oh, uh…” Daniel trailed off, seeming to only just realize he hadn’t gotten your name either. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you answered, saving the man from fumbling any longer. 

“Are you new to base, Agent Y/L/N?” Carter asked, looking at you as if she was trying to remember you but was coming up blank. 

“Oh, I’m not an agent,” you corrected before you could stop yourself. You were on a secure SHIELD base and you just told the director that you weren’t an agent, it sounded suspicious even to you. 

“Then what are you doing on my base?” She asked, tone direct but not harsh. 

“I was supposed to be meeting Mr. Stark for an, uh, appointment?” Your hesitation to commit to your flimsy cover was clearly interpreted as something else as Carter’s gaze became stern. 

“An ‘appointment’?” Her lips pursed as she repeated your excuse and you winced. “Well Miss Y/L/N, Howard Stark is no longer here, in fact, he’s no longer in this state and I have no intention of letting one of his women running around my base.” 

Oh my god. 

You couldn’t help the flush that erupted under your skin at the implication. 

“Oh, no, ma’am.” You began to correct her before you could become any more embarrassed. “It’s a strictly professional appointment. He wanted to, uh, run some tests?” 

This time your embarrassment saved your poor excuse of a cover story. You really needed to actually come up with something rather than making it up as you went, you were going to get caught. 

“Tests for what?” You could tell this was her own curiosities shining through, as everyone in the room knew it was none of their business what Stark was going to “test” you for, but well, you could exactly plead the fifth now. Especially not when Peggy Carter though you were a call girl. 

“It’s uh, it’s a bit personal ma’am,” you said softly, hoping to dissuade her from pressing further but she just raised her eyebrows as if to say “go on.” You glanced at the man on your left, really not wanting to say this in front of more people than necessary. Carter seemed to notice your reluctance and pursed her lips once more,

“Miss Y/L/N, Agent Sousa is the head of our West Coast division and your best chance at getting to Los Angeles. Whatever you have to say, you say to both of us.”

You sighed, wondering if what you were about to do was worth it but you couldn’t think of any other reasonable excuse so you started talking. 

“Well, ma’am, I sorta... levitate.” You practically whispered the last word, as if it was deeply offensive. 

It wasn’t a lie per se, you could levitate but you could do much more than just that. You could fly and you could also turn invisible but you decided to leave all that out, sticking with an ability that could be perceived as an anomaly. Something that would greatly interest a man like Howard Stark. 

“Excuse me?” 

“I’m not quite sure how, ma’am.” You played into the anomaly angle, hoping they’d buy it. “It just happens sometimes and I can’t control it.”

“Daniel, Miss Y/L/N will be joining you on your flight to LA,” Carter informed the man and he readily nodded. It seemed you had a convincing cover after all. You made a mental note to thank Nat for all those espionage classes when you get back home. 

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“I’m just going to take a blood sample and then you’re free to go,” Howard said and you winced. You weren’t a fan of needles, especially when it came to learning about your abilities; you had gone through enough of that in your life already, but here you were subjecting yourself to the experiments once again. You had to keep reminding yourself that it was for the mission. 

To his credit, Daniel Sousa had not left your side since you met at Camp Lehigh. At first, it had been cumbersome, as you were unable to ask Howard for help with your actual problem. But now you were thankful for his presence, it had become something of a comfort through all your stress and anxieties over your current situation. 

It seemed as though Sousa could sense your discomfort, reaching out a hand as Howard prepped the needle. You took it gladly, squeezing tight enough for the man to groan slightly and catch Howard’s attention. 

You thought you heard him mutter “cute” and you blushed slightly before he stuck you with the needle and all your attention went back to squeezing the life out of Sousa’s hand, clenching your eyes shut in a failed attempt to pretend none of this was real. 

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding when Howard removed the needle, though it took you a few moments longer to let go of Sousa’s hand, almost having forgotten you were holding it in the first place. You muttered a quiet apology when you saw him massaging his hand but he merely smiled at you as if to say you had nothing to be sorry about. 

“That’s all I need from you today Miss Y/L/N,” Howard spoke cheerfully, pulling off his gloves and jotting something down on a clipboard. “If you don’t mind, though, I’d like to have you come back tomorrow for a few more tests.” 

You shuddered at the idea but nodded anyway but Sousa ran a hand down half his face in what you weren’t sure was tiredness or frustration. 

“Stark, it’s four a.m.,” He sighed as if he was used to Stark’s night-owl tendencies. “Surely you don’t expect her to be back here in a few hours after you already forced her to pull an all-nighter for your tests.”

You couldn’t stop your heart from swelling at the man’s words. It had been a long time since you had felt so seen by another person and though you could take care of yourself, it was nice to have someone stick up for you. 

“Well, what do you know, it is.” Stark mused thoughtfully, “I never can keep track of time when my mind’s on a project.” He trailed off then as he thought. The silence was a bit alarming, Howard had barely stopped talking long enough to breathe since you had arrived. 

“Very well, Miss Y/L/N, take tomorrow- or I suppose, today- off and come back the next day. I should have your blood sample analyzed by then too, which’ll give us something more to go off of.” 

You nodded, equal parts relieved and anxious. You were thankful for a test-free day however that meant it would be another twenty-four hours until you could talk to Stark about fixing his son’s time travel device. But for the time being you let Sousa drive you back to his place where he insisted on making up the sofa bed for you without any help. 

Your heart warmed as you watched the man do everything in his power to make sure you were comfortable. You had known each other for less than a day but already he had opened up his home to you. You couldn’t help the flutter in your stomach as you watched him limp around the house gathering bedding and anything else you might need while repeatedly shooting down your offers to help out. It felt nice to be taken care of for once. 

“I’ll talk to Rose tomorrow about getting you some other clothes,” you didn’t know who Rose was but you knew Daniel Sousa, head of the West Coast division of SHIELD, didn’t need to be concerning himself with getting some rando new clothes and yet there he was, already making plans to do just that. “But for now, I hope these work.” He looked away shyly as he offered some of his own clothing up to you. 

You muttered a shy “thank you” of your own as you accepted the T-shirt and pair of sweatpants.  

“Bathroom’s right down the hall, towels are in the closet if you want to shower.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck as he nodded in the direction of the bathroom. 

“Thank you, Agent Sousa.” You said sincerely. 

“You’re staying in my house, I think you can call me Daniel.” He corrected with a small smile. 

“Alright then, thank you, Daniel.” 

You padded down the hall to the bathroom, borrowed clothing clutched in your arms. It felt nice to step under the warm water. While it would only be a few seconds for your team, returning the Infinity Stones had taken quite a bit of time and though your mission was far from over, you were grateful for a moment to relax. You left the bathroom feeling, and smelling, like a whole new person. You weren’t sure, but you thought you saw Daniel’s face redden when you reentered the living room in his clothes before he ducked his head, hiding his face from your view. 

“Do you need anything else Miss Y/L/N?” Daniel asked as you gingerly sat on the edge of the sofa bed. 

“I’m staying in your house, I think you can call me Y/N.” You grinned as you parroted back his words from earlier and he laughed warmly. 

“Well, try and get as much sleep as you can, Y/N, and we’ll worry about everything else once we’re rested.” He smiled reassuringly, as though sensing how lost you felt though not knowing just how lost you truly were. “I’ll be at the end of the hall if you need anything.” 

You nodded with an appreciative smile before exchanging quiet goodnights. You watched Daniel make his way down the hall to his bedroom and close the door before you laid down yourself. The sofa bed was surprisingly comfortable and you suddenly realized how truly exhausted you were. As you laid in the dark on a stranger’s bed in a stranger’s home in a strange time you thought back through the events of the last twenty-four hours and your stomach erupted into butterflies again when your thoughts landed on a certain handsome, dark-haired agent. 

The last thought you had before drifting off to sleep was ‘maybe the past isn’t so bad.’

[lia-jones]

Growing Pains - Chapter One - Despite You, I’ll Be Happy

I watched as the sunlight played with the curtains at the office. It revealed the dust floating in the air, reflecting itself in it, making it seem like little angels had come to visit. For two whole seconds, I allowed myself to believe that was true, and that I was being blessed, protected. But I turned again to my darkest thoughts, and those were telling me I was beyond any blessing. I was broken, and only a miracle could put the pieces all together into something that made actual sense. My therapist woke me up from my stupor.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Dust and angels.” I replied, not thinking too much before I answered. She would find a hidden meaning in my words, no matter what I said. “That I’m beyond repair.”

“Andrea, what happened does not define you. You need to remember that at all times. It can severely injure you, physically and emotionally, but it can’t change you. Not unless you let it.”

I laughed bitterly. Of course it defined me. Emotional and verbal abuse is all about changing the conception of one’s self, to tear it to pieces, to make it drown it bloody sorrow. And even if I could disengage from that hopeless feeling, even if I could be stronger, which I was clearly not able to, there was a mark, hidden yet apparently visible to the public eye, the one of the weak battered girlfriend. That mark was carved in me, unwilling to heal and fade away.

Even if I could overcome abuse, even if I could become stronger, I still had to deal with that. Always having someone look at me like I was going to break at any minute, walking on eggshells around me, developing feelings of pity and compassion, instead of respect. That defined me and defined how the world saw me. The abuse I had gone through was my Mark of Cain.

“Are you still going to your Krav Maga lessons? Are they helpful?”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel when you go? Do you feel empowered?”

“Mostly angry. Infuriated.”

“And why do you feel that?”

“I wish I could punch him instead. I wish I could do to him what he did to me. I want payback.”

“Do you know what’s the best payback you can have?” My therapist came closer to me, and held my hand. Was it pity? The question made my eyes water.

“Death penalty?” I joked, mostly to disguise my incoming tears.

“You make him see he’s meaningless. Be happy, despite him.” She paused, like she was carefully choosing the words, and then she softly smiled at me. “One of these days, Andrea, you'll see he can no longer hurt you, you have taken that power from him, but that will only happen when you allow yourself to be happy again. I’m sure that you will find amazing things about yourself, things you didn’t even know existed.”

I let one or two tears leave my eyes, and no more than that. I was tired of crying.

“Your mother says you got accepted for an internship at a prestigious investment company overseas, is that right?”

“Yes, in Loveland, for Loveland Financial Group. I need an internship to finish my doctorate.”

“So, when are you going?”

“I’m not sure I should do it.” Just the very thought of embarking on that sort of journey made my stomach tighten.

“Why not?”

“Not very interested. Not excited. Not ready.”

“I think you should. You keep complaining people look differently at you here. In Loveland, people won’t know. It could give you the space you need to heal. Plus, it will get your mother out of your hair.”

Later that night, I took from my bag the green notebook I had bought on my way home. Ceremoniously, I opened it, and wrote on the first page in red letters.

Dear asshole,

Thank you for making me not care for my life at all. I hope you fall on your face and break every beautiful porcelain tooth you have.

Fuck you,

Andrea

I paused, looking at the venom I had spread on that page. I thought about what the therapist said about moving to Loveland. A brand new start. A place where I could be just Andrea, and not Andrea the abused girlfriend. Or Daniel’s girlfriend, the girlfriend of the boy wonder. I could prove to myself and others that I was strong enough to overcome it. And my family would be relieved to see me do something for myself, to start a new life, and they could finally relax. I could make them proud.

These thoughts sparked something inside of me that I couldn’t figure out at the moment, maybe it was hope. I took the notebook and wrote a few more words, closing it with determination. On the first page, in red, one could read:

Dear asshole,

Thank you for making me not care for my life at all. I hope you fall on your face and break every beautiful porcelain tooth you have.

Fuck you,

Andrea

PS: Now just sit and watch while I turn it all around. I get to be happy, even if it is in spite of you.

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Two months later

My phone rang while I was brushing my teeth, getting ready to leave the house. I pushed my toothbrush to the side of my cheek and checked the phone. It was my mother.

I ran to the bathroom sink to spit the toothpaste and rinse my mouth before I answered the phone.

“Andy, you’re on speaker. Getting ready for the interview?” My mother asked. I could clearly hear my father and my brother in the background.

“Josh is there too?” I asked, surprised. It should be around 11 pm on the previous day in Portugal.

“Yes, and Cristina too. She’s just putting Ana to sleep. So tell me, what are you wearing? Did you see the outfit I packed for you?”

I looked at the teal neck boat dress on my bed, smiling.

“Yes, Mom, thank you.”

“I think it will go really well with your peacock…”

“Bracelet, yes, I know. It’s right here.” I twirled the peacock pendant in my hands. The peacock’s wings were adorned with blue and green crystals, that glistened in the sunlight coming from my window as I moved it.

“Good luck, honey. We all love you. We are so very proud of you.” I could hear my mother’s throat catch in this last sentence.

“Sure. I love you guys.”

“LOVE YOU, ANDY!” I could hear my father and brother from afar.

After hanging up, I put on my dress and went to the bathroom to fix my hair. I had wished I had straight hair my whole life, because my hair had a life of its own. I loved the color, it was light brown with natural golden highlights, but it wasn’t exactly curly and it wasn’t exactly straight, it had these soft waves that would look nice on most days, making beautiful curls at the tips, but there were other times my hair would just decide to stay frizzy, no matter what I did. That day was a frizzy day, so I just made a ponytail and applied some styling foam, hoping it would be at least acceptable, and not look like a broom.

After careful consideration, and reminding myself of the hot weather outside, I applied almost no makeup, just the enough amount to conceal the dark circles under my eyes. Some lip balm, and that was it.

When I arrived at LFG, the hall was full of people, probably interns like me. I went to the reception to give my name.

After a while, a man with brown hair and brown eyes framed with glasses came to me, shaking my hand.

“Good morning, my name is Henry Goldman. Are you Miss Jones?” I nodded with a smile. “Good. Please follow me to the conference room. The CEO will meet us there.”

We both sat in a huge conference room with a big glass table, with some silver ornaments decorating the center of it. It had a professional and minimalistic decoration, the floor was made of black marble, and the walls behind and in front of me were made of frosted glass. There was a huge screen on one of the other walls, that were painted in light grey, probably to show documents during meetings, while the other wall bared LFG logo, in silver letters.

Goldman sat across from me, slightly to my right side, holding some documents. We sat awkwardly in silence, while he flipped through the pages. After a while, he started to fidget. Seeing him so nervous, my palms started to sweat, and I took a tissue from my purse to clean them, trying to calm my nerves. I didn’t really know what I was so worried about, I had already been accepted, this was just a formality.

“Mr. Lee should be arriving at any moment.” He said, nervously.

“I can wait. Don’t worry.” I used the calmest voice I could muster, to see if I could make him relax. The man was making me jittery.

“Actually…” He got up, seemingly unsure that he should. “I better check…. Could you hold on for a second…” He opened the door and looked outside, but saw something that made him quickly shut the door and bolt to his chair. I remembered when I was a child and the class was rowdy, waiting for the teacher in the classroom, and how we ran to our seats when we saw the teacher approaching. I bet my life that’s how I looked like back then.

A tall man entered the room, wearing a charcoal suit, black shirt and silver tie. His expression was grim and cold. Without a word, he sat next to Goldman, facing me. Goldman got up, smiling widely, and introduced us:

“Andrea, this is Victor Lee, our honored CEO. Victor, this is Andrea Jones, our new-”

“Quit the idle pleasantries and get me some coffee.”

I was surprised by his tone and quick dismissal, but tried to maintain a neutral face. Goldman turned to me to ask if I wanted coffee, looking more agitated than before. I shook my head immediately. By that time, the CEO had already grabbed the files Goldman left on the table and was skimming through them silently, his expression impatient.

I was left alone with him, trying not to look very nervous. I started playing with the peacock on my wrist.

“Why LFG?” The CEO asked, breaking the silence and my trance. I noticed his eyes for the first time, wondering what color they were exactly. Black? Grey?

“I’m sorry?” I was clearly distracted and wasn’t expecting him to start like this. He sighed and asked again, his voice dripping annoyance.

“Why did you choose to apply here?” He spoke purposefully slowly, like I was too dumb to understand. “You’re from Portugal, why choose a place so distant?”

I tried not to roll my eyes at his insult, acting the most professional I could. Remember to relax, Andrea. Believe in your qualities. The job is already yours.

“LFG is one of the most prestigious and high quoted investment companies on the market almost since its birth. I already have experience in investment companies, now I want to learn from the very best. The distance is just a happy coincidence. I appreciate the change of scenery.”

His grey eyes turned to my brown ones, holding the gaze fiercely.

“Do you know why LFG holds such a high place on the market?”

“I can imagine. High standards, an eye for business, and hard work.” I said, trying to look confident.

“You have an impeccable resume, so much that I had to confirm its veracity. Every teacher and employee I have contacted has only the best to say about you, how hard-working and bright you are. And I am pleased with your attitude. I just need a last piece of information.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Last year, you seemed to be inactive. No work, no studies.”

“I’ve had some health issues. I’d rather not go into details, but all is well now and I don’t expect any problems in the future.”

“Very well. The job is yours.”

I blinked at him.

“Wasn’t that decided already?”

The CEO looked me in the eye, his eyes cold.

“I hope you understand the opportunity that’s being presented to you. A golden ticket. Did you notice the crowd of people at the entrance?”

“The new interns?” I asked, confused.

“The people that are after your job, and that I will have to turn down. Do not disappoint me.”

And without any other word, he left the room, forgetting about the files, forgetting about the coffee.

And I sat there, my mind foggy with the interaction. And apparently, I forgot to walk.

[crystallinecrimsonmoth]

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Chapter 34

The young Saviour snuck back into his shared room in the early hours of the morning, thoroughly rested despite being at the lookout post all night. Between the three of them, Carl, Adriana and Daniel had gotten five hours of sleep each, alternating shifts of watching the horizon so that no one got too pissy about having to do all the work.

In the hours they didn’t sleep, they talked about their planned journey for the next day, debating how far out they should go and which neighbourhood would wield the best adventure and the best supply haul. It took a bit of argument and discussion before they settled on the little town without a welcome sign that sat ten miles outside of Sanctuary limits.

It was quaint, with one high street of stores and avenues of houses weaving paths into overgrown land behind them. Carl had been there before when he was younger, he would discover when they arrived, remembering the smell of the wet grass in a rickety playpark that no one had frequented since the death of the world. The town seemed like a good hiding place for people with good quality supplies so they made it their destination and headed back to their rooms to get ready for the trip.

When Carl snuck into the room, Negan was still asleep, his arm wrapped around a pillow like a replacement for his husband’s body that he usually held onto through the night. He looked peaceful, the fringe of his growing black hair falling over his eyes as he breathed in and out, his long frame rising and falling with each easy breath.

It made the teen smile, and he shed the leather jacket that was wrapped around him to slide under the covers, stroking Negan’s face with a gentle touch and kissing him as lightly as possible so he didn’t wake the man. His efforts were in vain, however, as whiskey-brown irises met his gaze when he pulled away, a smile etched onto the older Saviour’s lips.

‘You’re awake.’

‘And you finally came to bed. How was the night shift?’ Negan asked in a murmur, lying flat on his back now to rub his eyes.

Carl watched him with a smile, running his hand down his husband’s tattooed chest with a hum as he replied.

‘It was fun. We’ve planned a trip outside the wall today.’

‘A what?’

That soft demeanour that Negan had been sporting for so long since the wall went up melted away when Carl mentioned going outside, his eyes dark this time when he stared back at him. The teen frowned, reaching his hand up to his cheek and tilting his head, confused about why he was acting that way. He had spent so many months being aloof and happy, Carl thought all the darkness was gone, but now he felt like he was staring into the face of the Devil again.

‘A trip outside. There’s a town about ten miles away that could have supplies and we thought it could be an opportunity to see something other than the Sanctuary after so many months.’

Negan’s attitude didn’t change even with the reassurance, and Carl flinched when the man got out of bed, shrugging him off.

‘We have supplies in the storage rooms, enough to last us for two years, and you’re not a supply runner. You shouldn’t be going outside the wall.’ He muttered, his tone sour as he stood up and Carl followed him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

‘I lived out there for years, Negan, I know how to handle myself.’

‘I don’t think you do.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘You’re weak now, you live a peaceful life like a child here.’

Carl gritted his teeth when Negan referred to him as a child, shaking his head and taking his hand away from his skin again.

‘I’m not a fucking child. And how can you call me weak? You haven’t beaten anyone to death since the wall went up. You haven’t executed anyone, you haven’t even gone on a supply run! You’ve been teaching kids about gardening like an old man!’

‘Watch your fucking mouth!’ Carl was surprised when the man whipped around from pulling a shirt on, abandoning the activity in favour of wrapping his hand around his husband’s throat and pinning him against the wall.

The grip he had on his neck was just tight enough to have him gasping but he didn’t let the man see any sign of pain, staring back into his eyes.

‘Yeah, anyone calls you old and you kill them, huh? Don’t want to accept the grey hairs? Don’t want to accept the fact that your younger partner is better than you now?’

The hurt in Negan’s eyes was almost tangible, filling his gaze enough to make Carl feel awful about what he’d said, but he didn’t take it back, hissing at him instead while the man was still rendered speechless.

‘You didn’t even ask if I want kids, you just went ahead and started giving me potential names and talking about your students and how cute they are to manipulate me!’

‘I want kids with you because I love you, because I think you’d make a good parent, and because I think - despite that fucked up glint you get in your eye whenever you see me beating in someone’s brain - that you’d make a good fucking father!’

Carl frowned, feeling the grip on his neck loosen and shoving Negan away, starting to get dressed in safe clothes for leaving the Sanctuary while ignoring his husband completely. Negan stood behind him with his arms crossed, less angry now than he was worried. He hadn’t meant to get so angry when Carl called him old but all his insecurities about dying before the teen and leaving him alone in the world just came flooding in and he couldn’t stop his hand from choking him.

He let out a sigh as Carl dressed in a warmer shirt and pulled on the leather jacket that he never wore anymore, reaching out to touch his cheek. He knew he had to fix this.

‘Carl, I just see how much you miss Judith, and maybe if you had someone else to look after, you’d feel better again.’

In hindsight, Negan knew he should have worded that differently.

‘So you want me and you to have kids to replace my little sister? Are you fucking kidding me?’

As the older man tried to take it back, Carl was already storming out of the room with his boots in his hand, rage emitting from every pore in his skin as the door slammed and Negan was left alone to his thoughts.

‘What’s wrong with your face?’

Daniel was the first to call him out when Carl stormed downstairs to the car they were driving out of the Sanctuary, a scowl set into his features. The teen disregarded his signing with a dismissive wave, flopping down into the car and shutting the door.

‘Let’s go.’

His friends eyed his sour expression for a moment before deciding not to fight him about it, getting into the car while Carl turned on the engine and watching the landscape pass them by as they drove out of the back entrance that they kept wide enough for vehicles.

Ten miles wasn’t all that far when you had a car to get you there, Carl realised, and it felt like much less of a journey than walking it. They drove on a straight road all the way until there was a right turn into the little town they were searching for, the sign towering over the land still burned to a crisp so that the name remained unknown.

He took the car through the streets at a slow pace, wary of dangerous people running at them any second, until they came across a sight that made Carl’s blood run cold.

Further ahead of the car’s nose, a circle of bodies lay on the ground, blood pools visible under them from a distance. It made Daniel shiver and Adriana gulp as Carl stopped the car on the side of the road, parked on the kerb outside some houses. No one said anything for a few seconds, and the teen wondered whether they’d made a mistake in coming out here without any backup.

That was a lot of walkers to deal with if they weren’t as dead as they appeared.

‘Okay, we’re going to take this slow. If they’re still active, we shoot, but don’t waste bullets if they’re already dead.’ Carl told his friends calmly, looking to see them both nod before picking up his silenced pistol and getting out of the car.

Nothing moved as they approached the circle, the bodies still in the same position, and as they got closer to the circle, Carl realised that they all had guns and they all had bullet holes in their brains. They really were all dead.

‘Looks like a suicide pact to me.’ Adriana spoke up from where she kneeled beside one of the bodies, tilting her head.

‘This one doesn’t have a gun.’

Carl frowned, coming over to kneel beside her as Daniel inspected the rest of the bodies with curiosity.

‘They have a wound in their stomach too. Maybe someone else killed them?’

‘So we’re murder detectives now?’ Adriana joked, looking over at Daniel who was looking for torso wounds on the others.

‘What do you think, Voiceless?’

The other teen looked up at her with a glower on his face at the use of the nickname, signing his reply.

‘First of all, I don’t appreciate that nickname. But secondly, I think something went wrong with her death. Maybe she shot her stomach instead and someone else had to put her down?’

Adriana and Carl frowned, looking down at the dead woman. Carl reached out an unsteady hand to her face, still afraid she might come alive and bite him despite knowing she couldn’t, and lifted one of her eyelids to check for infection. When the eye showed up yellow and rimmed with red, he nodded, glancing up at them both.

‘She turned before she was shot in the head.’

‘So which one shot-’ Adriana was cut off as a gunshot rang through the air surrounding them, causing all their eyes to widen when the cry of a child began too.

The trio stared at each other for a moment, trying to figure out where the shot had come from, before Daniel spoke up.

‘We need to find that kid before we get swarmed.’

Carl nodded, gesturing to the other houses.

‘Search everywhere, follow where the crying gets louder.’ He told them before running off, listening to the cries of the invisible child until he reached a tall white house, the door and windows boarded up on the outside.

The crying was definitely inside the house he was staring up at, so Carl raised his pistol, approaching the door and kicking it. It took a few hits but it finally broke open at the lock, letting the teen enter and look around.

The inside of the house looked perfectly normal, toys strewn all over the floor with a highchair sitting by the kitchen counter, but the boarded windows showed the colours of the world they all lived in, and blood spatters trailing up the stairs proved to him that horror hadn’t left this household alone.

He followed the droplets to the second floor of the house, the cries of the child only getting louder as he approached a door with a bloody handprint streaked on it. He went slowly, worried about running into a walker in such a tight spot, but as he opened the door, his discovery showed that wasn’t a problem.

Lying on the carpet was a woman with the skin of her arm torn from a walker bite and a gunshot through her temple. A small pool of blood was spreading outwards from her wound, and her eyes were still open, staring with a blank expression at the ceiling. The shock of the sight made Carl freeze for a moment before he could process the crying again, looking to the crib beside the body and seeing a little girl with blonde hair sitting inside it.

His eye widened at the sight, taking in the tears streaming down her chubby cheeks and the stuffed fox toy she was holding like a vice in her small hands. She was wailing so hard he was sure that walkers would hear it from a mile away - that wasn’t good.

‘Hey, hey, beautiful! It’s okay, ssh, I’ve got you! You don’t need to cry!’ Carl reassured, crossing the room to the crib and lifting her out of it, using the same tone of voice as he did with Judith months before.

The little girl fit into his arms like she was meant to be there, her hands still gripping the fox between her small body and Carl’s chest. Looking down at her, he saw that her eyes were blue like his, tears still falling from them until he started bouncing her in his hold, her cries quieting almost immediately as she stared back at him.

‘There we go, nice and calm. Is this yours? It’s very cute, do they have a name?’ He asked the toddler on the off chance that she might reply, wondering if she could speak yet.

When all he got was a blank stare, he sighed, holding her closer and continuing to bounce her up and down to keep her calm. He didn’t even think twice about packing a bag full of her stuff, using the biggest bag he could find and stuffing clothes, toys and all the supplies he’d need to take care of a child, giving her one of the pacifiers to keep her quiet for now.

Once everything was packed, Carl caught a glimpse of the notebook sitting on the changing table, lifting it and flicking through the pages. It was pages and pages of tally marks, with three notes that marked how old the toddler had been. From what he could figure out, she had only turned three twenty days before, which made sense with how small she was.

Looking back down at the toddler, he smiled at the sight of her playing with his hair.

‘So you’re three years old, huh?’

The little girl said nothing yet again, entranced by Carl’s hair while he added the notebook to the supply bag and zipped it up. Crouching down to the body of the woman on the floor, he closed her dead eyes gently, smiling brighter when the toddler in his arms touched his cheek. He kissed her cheek softly as he stood again, carrying her out to the car with his gun raised in case of threats and wandering over to the car where Daniel and Adriana were already standing.

‘Hey, you found the kid.’

‘Yeah. The shot was her mother. That walker must have bitten her.’ Carl sighed, smiling still so he didn’t concern the toddler without noticing that she was already falling asleep on his shoulder.

‘So you’re adopting her?’

The teen frowned at Adriana’s question, looking down at the toddler and watching her drift off, falling in love with all the similarities she had to Judith. She was perfect…

‘Yeah, I am.’

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I'm (not) With The Band. | Prologue

summary: Adrienne is an indie producer who is hired to help co-produce BTS’ next album alongside their resident producer; Suga. Despite the initial opposition on both ends, the pair spend time together, share a few stories, dreams and aspirations and begin to hit it off really well. Wrapped up in the whirlwind of late nights and heated disagreements and reconciliations, Min Yoongi and Adrienne Rolle find themselves growing closer and closer. One night they decide to cross the barrier between personal and professional and do their best make a relationship work against all odds.

pairing: Min Yoongi  x Named OC

genre: drama, romance, smut

chapters: prologue| o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11|

warning: light angst, smut, fluff, workplace relationship, slow burn, sexual themes, ambw, enemies to friends to lovers, developing relationship

a/n: still a fool. still re-uploading.

"It's good money, Adrienne."

Adrienne rolled her eyes quickly underneath her eyelids and switched her attention away from the woman sitting next to her.

"I get that but there is no way I'm moving to Korea, I can't even find Korea on a map!"

Adrienne and her older sister had been having this roundabout conversation for at least an hour and a half with no end in sight since neither side seemed interested in giving in.

"So what are you going to do? Just stick around here and make amazing songs for shitty rappers and musicians that don't wanna pay you?" Danielle's voice was monotone and completely lacking any tangible emotion but Adrienne could understand that this was her sister's way of trying to appeal to her common sense. "An opportunity like this doesn't knock twice, little one."

Adrienne bit back a witty remark because despite how much she didn't want to admit it she knew that her sister was right. She was barely making ends meet with the seedy pool of customers she had now and the select few that actually paid her on time only wanted to shell out pennies for what Adrienne considered high-quality work. There were times over the past few months when the money wasn't coming in and reactions from her clientele had her seriously doubting her talent that Adrienne genuinely regretted not going to college. There was no a guarantee that she would have been any better off than she was now but the constant 'what if' always made her second guess her choices when things weren't going her way. Her life now wasn't perfect but it was comfortable, she rented an efficiency from one of her sister's friends and worked a few odd jobs here and there to keep up with the bills. It was a simple life that she enjoyed and Adrienne wasn't so sure she had the courage to give it up.

"Alright, let's say I go for it" Adrienne stated in a softer voice.

"What happens if I can't keep up or they hate all my songs or they hate me? I wouldn't be able to come back here as a failure and honestly, Dani I don't know if I have what it takes to do this." Her voice wavered with raw insecurity as she nervously she began pulling on the ends of one of her long braids.

If Adrienne was being honest with herself, her own self-doubts were the main obstacle holding her back from just accepting this job. She was reasonably excited about the thought of moving to a different country and Danielle; who was married and expecting a child of her own, was the only family she had left. It was time for her to stop depending on her for so much and start carving out her own place in the world.

"Do you really think they would have contacted you if they didn't think you were more than good enough?"

"To be honest, I don't know why they reached out to me in the first place. All the music on my SoundCloud is in English and I've never heard of this company before they emailed me."

"Because it's good, dumb-dumb!" Danielle exclaimed while tugging on one of her sister's braids. "What's the name of these people again, you know I have to google," She asked with her phone already in hand.

"BigHit, I already looked them up. It's legit"

Danielle nodded but dismissed Adrienne's statement with a flick of her wrist, she needed to research everything for herself if she was going to send her baby sister off to some strange company for a job that may not even be real.

"Seriously, Dani I've looked it up they are an actual music company" Adrienne leaned forward to snatch the phone out of her hands, "They told me that if I decide to work with them I'd be working with a boyband called BTS."

"Boyband? Those still exist?"

"Yes! I was so confused at first but they're the real deal...which is another reason I don't want to go. I've been researching their songs from last year and the year before that and I don't know who's doing their music now but it's really good. Here, listen to this-"

Adrienne tossed her sister's phone back onto the couch and pulled her laptop off the coffee table and onto her lap, "It's all in Korean so ignore the words and just pay attention to the melody like I did" she informed as she pulled up 'Let Me Know', one of the recent tracks she'd been replaying.

Her eyes fell closed gently once she hit play and the first note rang out and Adrienne allowed herself to become lost in the music once again, she couldn't understand the lyrics but even without knowing the language Adrienne knew too well the feeling of heartache and desperation this song was meant to make you feel. That was always something she appreciated about music, no matter where you were from or how old you were a good song could bring people together in ways that words often couldn't. To Adrienne music truly was a universal language.

Once the song finished Adrienne put her laptop aside and looked up at her sister with a childlike stare, anticipating her reaction. "What? It's pretty" Danielle responded and Adrienne's shoulders immediately slumped downward.

"Pretty? Is that all you have to say?" 

"Yup. That's my review, it is a pretty song." 

"You sicken me, do you know that? If you weren't carrying my niece we would be pillow fighting right now." Adrienne grumbled and leaned down to pressed a kiss to Danielle's rounded tummy. She wasn't big yet but she was definitely beginning to show. 

"I keep telling you not to get your hopes up, Lloyd's siblings are all boys."

Adrienne pursed her lips and ignored Danielle then whispered to her stomach. "Shhh, I can tell you're a girl." 

"Stop talking to my fetus and get back up here, I'm not joking with you Andy I really think you should go for this job"

Adrienne bit the inside of cheek and slumped back against the cushions, she was silent for a few minutes as she tried to collect her thoughts and recall all the points that were made in their previous conversation.

"How am I supposed to fly half way around the world and tell these people that I can make better music than what they have now?"

Danielle sighed, her fingertips grazing over Adrienne's shoulder to gain her attention before pulling her into her arms to hug her and rest her chin against the top of Adrienne's head. 

"Do you think you're talented?"

"Yes....but-"

"Butts are for ashtrays, Adrienne. You are talented and that's the end of it, when you worry too much about comparing yourself to other people then you start in with the doubts. You didn't go to them they came to you, that wouldn't have happened if they didn't know that you were more than qualified for this." 

"I don't want to leave you."

"Oh little one," Danielle cooed and kissed Adrienne's scalp, threading her fingers through the younger girls braids, "I am going to be fine, I have Lloyd! And you're going to be making so many new friends you won't even have time to miss me."

Adrienne sniffed and wrapped her arms around her sister in a tighter hold, "You better not have this kid until I can come back and visit" She replied through the few tears that were falling from the brim of her eyes.

"Does that mean you're going?"

"I guess I'm moving to Korea."

"This isn't a joke, right? There aren't any hidden cameras, you're really going to let me do this?"

The excitement in Yoongi's voice was as foreign and authentic as the short happy dance he did in the middle of Bang Si-Hyuk's office before he caught hold of himself and regained his cool composure. 

"Yes I'm being serious" Si-Hyuk answered with a tiny grin "You've been showing a lot of improvement lately and I think you should take the lead on producing the group's next release."

Pale pink lips spread into a wide and almost child-like grin, those were words that Yoongi never thought he would hear. He always appreciated being able to contribute a song or two to their albums but to have the control and relative creative freedom over an entire body of work for his group was a professional goal that he never thought possible so early in his career. It really was too good to be true.

"Of course..." Si-Hyuk spoke up again and Yoongi came crashing back down to reality. 

"With your schedules and other responsibilities, it wouldn't be ideal to leave all the work on your shoulders alone."

"I assumed the producers here would be assisting me"

"Most of them are busy with other projects, we've decided to contract someone from the outside to co-produce along with you."

Yoongi nodded and leaned back in his seat, pressing his index finger against his lips in thought and to prevent himself from speaking out of turn. He didn't like this idea one bit and the previous feeling of excitement he had was dulled significantly by the thought of having to collaborate with someone he didn't even know. He wanted to speak up, voice his opposition before he was saddled with the dead weight of a co-producer who probably had no idea what they were doing. But he knew it wasn't his place to say no to a plan that was already in motion and he didn't want to jeopardize the opportunity he was being granted. 

"Okay, when do we start?"

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Its somewhat ironic that a movie about time travel can’t be reviewed properly until your future self rewatches the movie. It’s bold of Nolan to make such a thoroughly dense blockbuster. He assumes people will actually want to see ~Ördög a részletekben more than once so they can understand it properly, which some may not. This movie makes the chronology of Inception look as simplistic as tic-tac-toe. Ergo, it’s hard for me to give an accurate rating, without having seen it twice, as I’m still trying to figure out whether everything does indeed make sense. If it does, this movie is easily a 9 or 10. If it doesn’t, it’s a 6. It’s further not helped by the fact that the dialogue in the first 15 minutes of the movie is painfully hard to understand / hear. Either they were behind masks; they were practically mumbling; the sound effects were too loud; or all of the above. The exposition scenes are also waayyy too brief for something this complex — a problem also shared with Interstellar actually. (Interstellar had this minimalist exposition problem explaining Blight, where if you weren’t careful, you’d miss this one sentence / scene in the entire movie explaining that Blight was a viral bacteria: “Earth’s atmosphere is 80% nitrogen, we don’t even breathe nitrogen. Blight does, and as it thrives, our air gets less and less oxygen”). I guess it’s a Nolan quirk. Hopefully, a revision of the film audio sorts the sound mixing out. I do like the soundtrack, but it’s too loud initially. I liked all the actors. You think John Washington can’t act at first, but he can, and he grows on you as the film progresses. And Pattinson is his usual charming self. Elizabeth is a surprise treat. And so on. Its worth a watch either way. See it with subtitles if you can. And definitely don’t expect to fully understand whats going on the first time around. Its one hell of a complicated film. It will be very hard for an average viewer to gather all the information provided by this movie at the first watch. But the more you watch it, more hidden elements will come to light. And when you are able to put these hidden elements together. You will realize that this movie is just a “masterpiece” which takes the legacy of Christopher Nolan Forward If I talk about acting, Then I have to say that Robert Pattinson has really proved himself as a very good actor in these recent years. And I am sure his acting skills will increase with time. His performance is charming and very smooth. Whenever he is on the camera, he steals the focus John David Washington is also fantastic in this movie. His performance is electrifying, I hope to see more from him in the future. Other characters such as Kenneth Branagh, Elizabeth, Himesh Patel, Dimple Kapadia, Clémence Poésy have also done quite well. And I dont think there is a need to talk about Michael Caine Talking about Music, its awesome. I dont think you will miss Hans Zimmer’s score. Ludwig has done a sufficient job. There is no lack of good score in the movie Gotta love the editing and post production which has been put into this movie. I think its fair to say this Nolan film has focused more in its post production. The main problem in the movie is the sound mixing. Plot is already complex and some dialogues are very soft due to the high music score. It makes it harder to realize what is going on in the movie. Other Nolan movies had loud BGM too. But Audio and dialogues weren’t a problem My humble request to everyone is to please let the movie sink in your thoughts. Let your mind grasp all the elements of this movie. I am sure more people will find it better. Even those who think they got the plot. I can bet they are wrong. ~Ördög a részletekben is the long awaited new movie from Christopher Nolan. The movie that’s set to reboot the multiplexes post-Covid. It’s a manic, extremely loud, extremely baffling sci-fi cum spy rollercoaster that will please a lot of Nolan fan-boys but which left me with very mixed views. John David Washington (Denzel’s lad) plays “The Protagonist” — a crack-CIA field operative who is an unstoppable one-man army in the style of Hobbs or Shaw. Recruited into an even more shadowy organisation, he’s on the trail of an international arms dealer, Andrei Sator (Kenneth Branagh in full villain mode). Sator is bullying his estranged wife Kat (Elizabeth Debicki) over custody of their son (and the film unusually has a BBFC warning about “Domestic Abuse”). Our hero jets the world to try to prevent a very particular kind of Armageddon while also keeping the vulnerable and attractive Kat alive. This is cinema at its biggest and boldest. Nolan has taken a cinema ‘splurge’ gun, filled it with money, set it on rapid fire, removed the safety and let rip at the screen. Given that Nolan is famous for doing all of his ‘effects’ for real and ‘in camera’, some of what you see performed is almost unbelievable. You thought crashing a train through rush-hour traffic in “Inception” was crazy? You ain’t seen nothing yet with the airport scene! And for lovers of Chinooks (I must admit I am one and rush out of the house to see one if I hear it coming!) there is positively Chinook-p*rn on offer in the film’s ridiculously huge finale. The ‘inversion’ aspects of the story also lends itself to some fight scenes — one in particular in an airport ‘freeport’ — which are both bizarre to watch and, I imagine, technically extremely challenging to pull off. In this regard John David Washington is an acrobatic and talented stunt performer in his own right, and must have trained for months for this role. Nolan’s crew also certainly racked up their air miles pre-lockdown, since the locations range far and wide across the world. The locations encompassed Denmark, Estonia, India, Italy, Norway, the United Kingdom, and United States. Hoyte Van Hoytema’s cinematography is lush in introducing these, especially the beautiful Italian coast scenes. Although I did miss the David Arnold strings that would typically introduce these in a Bond movie: it felt like that was missing. The ‘timey-wimey’ aspects of the plot are also intriguing and very cleverly done. There are numerous points at which you think “Oh, that’s a sloppy continuity error” or “Shame the production design team missed that cracked wing mirror”. Then later in the movie, you get at least a dozen “Aha!” moments. Some of them (no spoilers) are jaw-droppingly spectacular. Perhaps the best twist is hidden in the final line of the movie. I only processed it on the way home. And so to the first of my significant gripes with ~Ördög a részletekben. The sound mix in the movie is all over the place. I’d go stronger than that… it’s truly awful (expletive deleted)! Nolan often implements Shakespeare’s trick of having characters in the play provide exposition of the plot to aid comprehension. But unfortunately, all of this exposition dialogue was largely incomprehensible. This was due to: the ear-splitting volume of the sound: 2020 movie audiences are going to be suffering from ‘~Ördög a részletekbenis’! (LOL); the dialogue is poorly mixed with the thumping music by Ludwig Göransson (Wot? No Hans Zimmer?); a large proportion of the dialogue was through masks of varying description (#covid-appropriate). Aaron Taylor-Johnson was particularly unintelligible to my ears. Overall, watching this with subtitles at a special showing might be advisable! OK, so I only have a PhD in Physics… but at times I was completely lost as to the intricacies of the plot. It made “Inception” look like “The Tiger Who Came to Tea”. There was an obvious ‘McGuffin’ in “Inception” — — (“These ‘dream levels’… how exactly are they architected??”…. “Don’t worry… they’ll never notice”. And we didn’t!) In “~Ördög a részletekben” there are McGuffins nested in McGuffins. So much of this is casually waved away as “future stuff… you’re not qualified” that it feels vaguely condescending to the audience. At one point Sator says to Kat “You don’t know what’s going on, do you?” and she shakes her head blankly. We’re right with you there luv! There are also gaps in the storyline that jar. The word “~Ördög a részletekben”? What does it mean. Is it just a password? I’m none the wiser. The manic pace of ~Ördög a részletekben and the constant din means that the movie gallops along like a series of disconnected (albeit brilliant) action set pieces. For me, it has none of the emotional heart of the Cobb’s marriage problems from “Inception” or the father/daughter separation of “Interstellar”. In fact, you barely care for anyone in the movie, perhaps with the exception of Kat. It’s a talented cast. As mentioned above, John David Washington is muscular and athletic in the role. It’s a big load for the actor to carry in such a tent-pole movie, given his only significant starring role before was in the excellent BlacKkKlansman. But he carries it off well. A worthy successor to Gerard Butler and Jason Statham for action roles in the next 10 years. This is also a great performance by Robert Pattinson, in his most high-profile film in a long time, playing the vaguely alcoholic and Carré-esque support guy. Pattinson’s Potter co-star Clemence Poésy also pops up — rather more un-glam that usual — as the scientist plot-expositor early in the movie. Nolan’s regular Michael Caine also pops up. although the 87-year old legend is starting to show his age: His speech was obviously affected at the time of filming (though nice try Mr Nolan in trying to disguise that with a mouth full of food!). But in my book, any amount of Caine in a movie is a plus. He also gets to deliver the best killer line in the film about snobbery! However, it’s Kenneth Branagh and Elizabeth Debicki that really stand out. They were both fabulous, especially when they were bouncing off each other in their marital battle royale. So, given this was my most anticipated movie of the year, it’s a bit of a curate’s egg for me. A mixture of being awe-struck at times and slightly disappointed at others. It’s a movie which needs a second watch, so I’m heading back today to give my ear drums another bashing! And this is one where I reserve the right to revisit my rating after that second watch… it’s not likely to go down… but it might go up. (For the full graphical review, check out One Mann’s Movies on t’interweb and Facebook. Thanks.) As this will be non-spoiler, I can’t say too much about the story. However, what I can is this: ~Ördög a részletekben’s story is quite dynamic in the sense that you won’t understand it till it wants you to. So, for the first half, your brain is fighting for hints and pieces to puzzle together the story. It isn’t until halfway through the movie that ~Ördög a részletekben invites you to the fantastic storytelling by Christopher Nolan. Acting is beyond phenomenal, and I’d be genuinely surprised if neither Robert Pattinson nor John David Washington doesn’t receive an Oscar nomination for best actor. It’s also hard not to mention how good Elizabeth Debicki and Aaron Johnson both are. All around, great acting, and the dialogue amps up the quality of the movie. The idea of this movie is damn fascinating, and while there are films that explore time-travelling, there’s never been anything quite like this. It has such a beautiful charm and for the most part, explains everything thoroughly. It feels so much more complex than any form of time-travelling we’ve seen, and no less could’ve been expected from Nolan. Oh my lord, the score for this film fits so perfectly. Every scene that’s meant to feel intense was amped by a hundred because of how good the score was. Let me just say though, none of them will be found iconic, but they fit the story and scenes so well. In the end, I walked out, feeling very satisfied. Nevertheless, I do have issues with the film that I cannot really express without spoiling bits of the story. There are definitely little inconsistencies that I found myself uncovering as the story progressed. However, I only had one issue that I found impacted my enjoyment. That issue was understanding some of the dialogue. No, not in the sense that the movie is too complicated, but more that it was hard to make out was being said at times. It felt like the movie required subtitles, but that probably was because, at a time in the film, there was far too much exposition. Nevertheless, I loved this film, I’ll be watching it at least two more times, and I think most of you in this group will enjoy it. I definitely suggest watching it in theatres if possible, just so you can get that excitement. (4/5) & (8.5/10) for those that care about number scores. At first, I want to ask Christopher Nolan one question, HOW THE HELL YOU DID THIS? Seriously I want to have an answer, How did he write such as this masterpiece! How did he get this complicated, fabulous and creative idea? What is going on in his mind? The story is written and directed perfectly, the narration style was absolutely unique. I have no idea how can anyone direct such as this story, that was a huge challenge, and as usual Nolan gave us a masterpiece that we’ll put beside (Memento), (Inception) and (Interstellar) The movie is so fast-paced in a good way, there was no boring moment. The chemistry between John David Washington and Robert Pattinson was great and funny and both of their performance was really good. Elizabeth Debicki performance was the best in the movie because she had the chance to show her acting abilities and she cached up that chance and showed us an A level acting. The music wasn’t unique and distinct as the music of Interstellar for example and I think this movie needed the touch of Hans Zimmer, I’m not saying that Ludwig Göransson failed but Hans Zimmer in another level. If there was something I’d say that I didn’t like it in the movie would it be that Nolan discarded any set up or characters backgrounds except Elizabeth Debicki dramatic story but it wasn’t that bad for me, I didn’t care about that, the exciting story didn’t give me the chance to focus on it. But the actual problem was the third act, it was really complicated and I got lost and I convinced myself to discard the questions that were in my head and enjoy the well-made action sequences and Elizabeth Debicki performance. I think this kind of movie that gets better with a second and third watch. I honestly don’t quite know where to begin with ~Ördög a részletekben. I love Christopher Nolan’s work but I have never seen a more complicated film (and I understood Memento). ~After nearly three hours, I came away from ~Ördög a részletekben not knowing myself, my mind reduced to nothing more than piles of ash. Was there time travel involved? Hmm, there was definitely something about time inversion. I mean, does Nolan even understand what he wrote? Look, I give credit to the director because he’s one of the few directors left who knows how to create a compelling and intelligent blockbuster. ~Ördög a részletekben is full of Nolan trademarks — the gratuitous Michael Caine cameo, a loud, really loud score, complete with stunning cinematography and slickly inventive action set-pieces. This time around however, Nolan has finally managed to ‘out-Nolan’ himself: the palindromic plot, whilst creatively ambitious, is simply far too complicated for its own good. ~Ördög a részletekben is overlong, overstuffed, pretentious and too exhausting to comprehend in its entirety — it makes Inception and Interstellar look like Peppa Pig by comparison. I’m aware of the technical wizardry and creative mastery in this film and lord knows I’ll have to watch this again. For those who want a puzzle, ~Ördög a részletekben at least provides a unique cinematic experience. But to actually enjoy solving it Nolan wants you to work very very hard

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INTRO: MUN // TASK #001

hey all!! i’m slowly working on bios and pages and such but I wanted to introduce myself first -- so here’s what’s technically was the first task?? im using it as the template for my intro so HERE WE GO!!

PERSONAL INTRO

name  /  alias : victoria / tor gender  /  pronouns : cisfemale / she/her where  ya  from  ? : texas!! the  current  time :  4:29 pm height :  5′4 job  or  major :  unemployed at the moment, but I have a degree in health science/health administration & a national certification in phlebotomy pet  (  s  ) :  one doxie/beagle mix named Roxie favorite  thing  (  s  )  about  yourself :  my ability to remember song lyrics better than my own name any  special  talents  ? :  uhhhh I can play 4 ( 5? ) instruments why  you  joined  hqclouds :  FUNNY STORY care was talking to me about some Tea ( we’re in another rp together ) and she made a comment about running an rp and im a bit of a sleuth and found hqclouds and decided to join  meaning  behind  url :  it’s ‘ of clementines ’ because one of my favorite halsey songs is clementine and i’ve been on a halsey kick as of late  last  thing  you  googled :  ‘ fools troye sivan ’ because I wanted to send my friend the music video birthday  /  zodiac :  october 29th / scorpio in  your  opinion  ,  does  your  sign  suit  you  ? : some days myers  -  briggs :  I took it forever ago and don’t remember... ^^’ moral  alignment :  chaotic good hogwarts  house : ravenclaw!! three  fictional  character  (  s  )  you  see  yourself  in  +  why :  oh gosh.... katherine from newsies ( dedicated, doesn’t take a man’s shit), emma from the prom (nervous gay who plays guitar), and flynn rider from tangled (jokester, very in love with our girlfriends) i  started  roleplaying : 2012 I think? types  of  rps  i  enjoy :  definitely literate ones favorite  fcs  to  use :  I try to not reuse fcs a lot?? like I have some I prefer for certain characters, but I don’t have a strong draw to certain faces... fandom  (  s  )  you’d  like  to  write  in : musicals ( namely newsies ), fairy tail, the raven cycle fandom  (  s  )  you  aren’t  in  but  are  curious  about :  uhhhh I dont really know... share  a  funny  roleplay  horror  story :  oh gosh I dealt with one girl who like... constantly gaslit me as a player and my characters, would make me feel bad for not responding immediately, made everything about her characters, and then got mad when I called her out on it? and now she goes to a christian school and says that rp is ‘ the devil’s work ’ and I just... yeah. fondest  roleplay  memory :  I feel like the moment my now girlfriend and I realized we always do ships bc just had awesome chemistry and then started dating like, 4 months later. favorite  canon  muse  (  s  )  to  play : connor murphy ( deh ), gansey ( trc ), spot conlon ( newsies ), jimmy ( bandstand ), lucy heartfillia ( fairy tail ) favorite  original  muse  (  s  )  to  play : theo massard ( a boxer, jack barakat fc; had an AMAZING ship for him )  canon  ships  you  can’t  help  but  love :  CATRADORA. none of my other ships are technically canon : / trope  (  s  )  you  tend  to  be  guilty  of : tragic backstories, tough on the outside soft on the inside i  prefer  .  .  . angst  ,  smut  ,  or  fluff :  I wanna say fluff but I know care and megan will call me out bc I love angst more than anything long  or  short  replies :  mid-length pre  plotting  or  chemistry : chemistry leading to pre plotting! sentence  starters  or  headcanon  memes : both? I love discussing headcanons single  muse  or  multimuse  blogs :  multi!! gif  icons  ,  medium  gifs  ,  or  static  icons : typically gif icons, but lately ive been loving medium gifs grab  the  book  nearest  to  you  and  pull  a  quote  from  it : ok so I have no books atm bc im moving, but the first book on my phone is the dream thieves, and the line I see first is “ The Gray Man considered what it must’ve been like to live like that, always waiting for your door to be kicked in. ” what’s  a  quote  or  song  lyric  that  speaks  to  your  soul  ? : oh gosh, so many... “ I'm a walking travesty/But I'm smiling at everything ” ( therapy, all time low ), “ I imagine the tears in your eyes/The very first night I'll sleep without you ” ( roman holiday, halsey ), “ Am I the product of a problem that I couldn't change?/Got his eyes, got her hair/So do I get their mistakes? ” ( secondhand smoke, kelsea ballerini ) top  current  celebrity  crushes :  halsey, froy guiterrez, harry styles ( always ) last  movie  you  watched :  I think it was uhhhhhh miss americana on netflix? did  you  like  it  ? :  YES I loved it favorite  movie  (  s  )    of  all  time : 10 things I hate about you, newsies ( ’92 ) favorite  tv  show  (  s  )  of  all  time : she-ra, queer eye, fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, gossip girl favorite  tv  show  that  hasn’t  ended : zoey’s extraordinary playlist favorite  series  of  books  /  novels  /  comics : the raven cycle, all for the game, the last song sports  team  (  s  )  you  rep : dallas cowboys, houston astros ( yeah I know about the scandal and I hate it, but they’re my team ), FAU owls ( my alma mater ) favorite  video  game  (  s  ) : breath of the wild, KH series favorite  youtube  channels : unus annus, daniel howell ( rip he hasn’t posted in a year ), the try guys, NPR Music, CrankGameplays ( ethans just a dork I dont even like gamer videos that much ) hobbies :  guitar, singing, being in zoom musicals ( im playing whatsername from american idiot for one in July and auditioned for a few others! ), reading what  are  the  three  non  essential  things  you’d  bring  to  a  deserted  island  ? : my guitar, my laptop, wifi put  your  music  on  shuffle.  what  six  songs  pop  up  ? : HOLD ME TIGHT OR DONT, fall out boy; I’m Still Here, John Rzeznik; Towers, Little Mix; Way Down Hadestown, hadestown obc; Stitches, state champs (cover); Look Back, betty who personal  aesthetic : nerdy punk?  dream  vacation  ? : disneyland paris or disneyland Singapore with my gf dream  job  ? :  music teacher dream  car  ? :  one that works at this point if  i  could  live  anywhere  ,  it’d  be : austin, texas ( im about an hour away rn ) favorite  musical : OH GOSH..... the prom, bandstand, newsies, hadestown favorite  food  (  s  ) :  blueberry pancakes, red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese icing coffee  order :  at starbucks? venti iced chai tea latte. at dunkin? large iced vanilla coffee. at home? french vanilla coffee and caramel macchiato creamer and 2 scoops of sugar.  unwatched  stuff  in  your  netflix  /  hulu  /  etc :  netflix: sex education, the umbrella academy, end of the f***ing world, the people vs. oj simpson. hulu: portrait of a lady on fire, my friend dahmer, rocketman what’s  a  subject  you  know  too  much  about  +  never  get  tired  of  talking  about  ? : I dunno? I have a ton of useless facts on a wide range of subjects. like did you know that in 100 letters, halsey says ‘ You wrote 100 letters just for me/And I find them in my closet in the pockets of my jeans/Now I'm constantly reminded of the time I was 19/Every single one's forgotten in a laundromat machine ’ and that’s actually autobiographical -- her bf at the time wrote a note and put it in a pocket of every pair of pants she owned, and she was still finding them months after the relationship ended, so she took all her pants to a laundromat and washed them so she wouldn’t have to see the letters anymore!!