#that would go along with John calling out for grudge

[learningfromlosing]

I think she's happy to be back 🥺🤧

WE JUST FOUND THE KITTEN WE LOST THE DAY WE HAD TO MOVE OUT OF OUR HOME 6 DAYS AGO!!!!!!!!

[forsaken-headcanons]

i ' ve been rotating the idea of an objectified forsaken crossover in my mind for a while , so why not post it here ?

[ major spoilers for objectified ofc . ]

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▪︎ the spectre has no clue how they got there . they ' re effective , though , so they stay .

▪︎ wagyu and citrus are the only survivors who were forsakened as killers [citrus because he has one of the highest kill counts aside from like dynamite / mushroom and wagyu because . well . the parasites . ]

▪︎ ^ if he ' s alone , wagyu ' s body will revert back to his " normal " form [ no visible signs of assimilation ] . elliot thought he was a survivor and tried giving him pizza . he was saved for last that round .

▪︎ whenever he ' s killer , wagyu physically restrains himself from going anywhere near dragonscale in fear of accidentally assimilating her , not knowing assimilation is impossible in the rounds .

▪︎ ^ meanwhile , citrus won ' t exactly go out of his way to spare spool , but might save him for last , due to their bond .

▪︎ dynamite and mushroom find themselves wandering into the forest outside of rounds , due to force of habit . it worries the others .

▪︎ the survivors physically restrain anyone else from trying to stun wagyu , mushroom is the only one allowed to do so because of her assimilation immunity . chance is an exception , due to his gun .

▪︎ dragonscale does not recognize wagyu , due to his bug - like features .

▪︎ shedletsky has tried riding razor once . it did not go well .

▪︎ citrus mainly targets 007n7 and two time , due to being " easy targets " in his eyes .

▪︎ due to her tonic immobility , sharps is usually easy to kill . gum stays close to her due to that fact .

▪︎ fuzzball always has to stay near razor , due to her delirium . razor can and will kill other survivors in her outbursts . c00lkidd is afraid of her .

▪︎ painkiller and fossil have began researching about the spectre . their findings were ... startling to it , so they were found in the lake .

▪︎ sugarcube and c00lkidd get along startlingly well . minty and 007n7 bond over this fact , but brandy carries a grudge against him [ " his kid tries to kill us . " ] .

▪︎ two time has tried to convert sugarcane to the spawn cult . she was afraid of them , so she called her dads . two time had a black eye .

▪︎ spool still has his knife and crowbar . he refuses to stun citrus , though .

▪︎ wagyu hates two time , they remind him of sunny . two time is always the first one dead in his rounds .

i ' ll probably add more in a separate ask , so , may i be known as ' vanilla anon ' ? thank you in advance . stay safe !

I JUST GOT ONTO OBJECTIFIED hi this reminded me to go catch up. I was also kicking my feet and giggling while reading these they all fit so well /silly Objectified and Forsaken crossover fits so well the more I think about it omg.

Wagyu as a Forsaken killer sounds horrifying. Citrus would make use of the damage effects in Forsaken though I can't give examples, can't remember right now. Something like hallucinatory effects. Actually both of them would do that. Actually actually half the cast would have some hallucinations due to the whole starsheet thing

I feel like most of the Objectified cast would be Sentinels, or at least Survivalists with defensive capabilities. At least tougher than ones like 007n7 and Noob. Also Minty and Brandy sharing some form of molotov ability but it works best when they're together forcing them to work together again. Some of characters like Sugarcube or Fuzzball could be Supports but half of them are Sentinels to me

Seeing that this AU puts the Objectified survivors with the Forsaken characters- There's another swords(wo)man on the team with Gum now!! Shedletsky would probably want to duel with her for fun, though Gum wouldn't like him as much. Especially with Sharps. Gum staying with Sharps is so cute,,, Oh and I think John Doe's corrupted form might remind the survivors of the parasites back in Objectified.

I love everything about this hi Razor hi Dynamite and Mushroom hi Fossil and Painki Oh. Oh they're um. hcoughs. hi Dragonscale hi Brandy and Minty!! Also Sugarcube and c00lkidd getting along aww

I yapped a bit much for this (probably my longest post oh gosh) but hi vanilla anon, welcome!! This is good please drop more ideas /nf

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 3.1

I thank my lucky stars every night that Yoko eventually got sick of playing secret-keeper.

Paul: I didn't leave the Beatles. The Beatles have left the Beatles . . . John said he wanted a divorce. Alright, so do I. See how they say “Beatles” and they mean each other sometimes?

Derek Taylor on John's position on the break-up: if Paul were to approach him and say “let's do it together again” he probably would; with no more words, he would probably do it. Which is an insane claim to make to a world full of people grieving the greatest band to ever exist unless you are very very sure of that probability. But if it's true that that's all it would have taken, and Paul didn't do it? That hurts my head a little. Do we think he was just hurt too bad to want it back? Do we think he didn't know he had that kind of power? Do we think he was glad to be free of the group?

Ugh my heart can't take it. I'd cry too, John, watching that. I mean look at how they are looking at each other. Look at everything they've lost in a year. I'd bawl like a baby too.

Paul sends John a long, thorough letter, begging for them to legally end their partnership outside of a court. John's run out of cards at this point, but he still doesn't want to lose Paul, so he's just going to play dumb.

This is how bad he doesn't want to lose him, actually: he goes along with Klein in tricking Paul this time. Calls him up and asks him to come to the studio for a jam session, because it'll hurt his case in court. But for multiple reasons – the Eastmans were knowledgeable lawyers, and Paul might not have even wanted to be in a room with John at the time anyway – Paul doesn't come. Which John would've been hurt and angry over, no matter his motives.

"They tell you to stop crying at about age twelve. Be a man. What the hell's that?" I'm so proud of John for his (albeit long and backsliding) journey out of his toxic masculinity and violence. Something I honestly don't see him achieving without Yoko.

And from that quote it transitions to Paul in Scotland, looking like the embodiment of depression, as the opening of “Isolation” plays. It's perfect.

“And don't try to come over here. Or you might get in some trouble.” The way he just froze when he saw them filming him and then the next thing we see is him threatening them? Get ‘em, babe!

John sounds so giddy about this one-upping competition with Paul. I'll scare him and then he'll scare me!

The whole Lennon Remembers era is such a terrible case of diarrhea of the mouth in general, but the amount of homophobic language is quite striking compared to how John talked before and after.

John, talking about George in Rolling Stone: "he was working with two fucking brilliant songwriters and he learned a lot from us." People read that quote and just parrot it like they do with everything John said in this period and act like George had nothing to be angry over. He had every right to be much angrier and hold a much bigger grudge than he did.

And about George's new record, which was phenomenal and brilliant, John is transparently jealous and so cruel. If he'd said that about me and then asked me to play on his new record I'd tell him to go to hell. Why did George do it?

See and everyone who knows John knows how much he loved Brian and to hear him speaking so crassly and cruelly about Brian must've been a sure indication to them to just take the entire interview through that lense of “oh he's just saying shit”. But that's only the people who knew him. Everyone else for the rest of time took this shit as constitutional. And it pisses me off. It should be locked away in a vault somewhere and no one is allowed to listen to it until they've passed some kind of Beatles and emotional intelligence tests.

This crushes my soul. How warped must his definition of love have been by that point that he genuinely believed Phil Spector and Allen Klein loved him more than Paul and George did? It's bonkers.

John in 1967: all you need is love! John in 1971: the point of life is to manipulate people. . . . What the hell happened to you, buddy?

I go back and forth as to who's the smarter PR person: John or Yoko? Because maybe she's right. Maybe they shouldn't divulge that they're master manipulators. But is this one of those times when it's good to be all “look how honest we are about this! We're not hiding anything! We're saying bad things about ourselves too! So you should believe us about everything else!”

Really this documentarian should be hired to make all the music videos for all the Beatles and solo songs. This one for “Too Many People” is perfect. Paul walking into court with a full beard and a confident stride, John and Yoko in bed, Paul horse riding overlayed on Linda's gorgeous face like she's some goddess, designing his fate. All of it is just pure brilliance.

I'm forever laughing at just the title of the song, too. Because to John and Yoko it was so important that they were Weird and Off-putting. Different. Revolutionary. And to say “no. You're not special. There's actually an excess of people like you.” Is so funny to me.

“When she wants an A side, that's when we start fighting.” Oh gosh. Remember how I said he backslides a lot in his feminism journey? Yeah…

Insanity quote Hall of Fame. Yeah, I know he meant to say it's weird to be best friends with a woman. But it sounds like he's saying it's weird to fuck a woman. Which maybe he subconsciously means both idk.

Paul: we need to legally dissolve the partnership because it's the only way we're attached anymore. Ouch. Okay it's true. It's deserved. But that must've stung for the guy who was terrified of losing people. Must've sent him into fight or flight.

I think the point of this framing is to say that if they'd had facetime back then, instead of just crackly phone lines, HDYS would not have been written. Not with those puppy eyes staring him down like that.

Interviewer: the song wasn't even funny though. John: well I think it's hilarious. Interviewer: hmm. Lol I love hearing interviewers talk to John about his lyrics like he's a real guy doing a real job, though. Imagine a music critic now saying John Lennon wasn't clever in his lyrics. You can't, yeah. Me either.

What a slap in the face to Cynthia. Guess she wasn't Cool Girl enough. Should've gone girled him. That would be an excellent fic. Cyn and Jane gone girl their idiot bfs and John and Paul realize they're in love on death row. But anyway, yeah. If Paul would've just pet John's head . . .

Another absolutely bonkers thing to say. That's something the Rockstar’s ex wife says in a documentary ten years after he's dead, not something a songwriting partner says, completely unprompted, in an exiting the band interview.

And then he goes off on what I see as a self-soothing diatribe on Paul the family man. You can see the hoops he jumped through to get himself there. What did Paul want that I couldn't give him? A family. And is that justified? Absolutely not, only pussies and conservatives want families.

Allan Klein: were you and Paul ever really close, then? John: no. John: not that I didn't love him. I did. It's just that every time I let my guard down, he hurt me. Holy shit. At this point, after getting hit in the face with so much of John's Paul-made pain with nothing from the other side but pictures of the happy McCartney family, I'm genuinely feeling quite angry at Paul. Me. An extremely biased Paul girl who knows it's far more complicated and multi-dimensional than this. No wonder the uninformed public fucking hated his guts.

And as they're showing this quote, “I didn't want to hurt you,” plays mournfully in the background. They really are so twisted up in each other there's no separating individual identities.

Okay so he's a psychopath. So what? He's the sexiest man that ever was or ever will be. He's allowed to be a horrible person. No, but really. He's Get Back Paul but healthier. He's done with his depression drinking and he's been spending a lot of time proving he's still useful enough to exist by building fences and shearing sheep.

And this is how Paul talks about George to interviews. John said Klein made ATMP a success but Paul disagrees. "George recorded it all, wrote it all, did it all, wasn't anything to do with [Klein]. It was George's victory, wasn't it?" Compare that to how John does it and tell me again why the hell George is Team John?

What is Paul's obsession with daddies? Actually I know exactly what the obsession with daddies comes from, but we won't get into that here. I do find it interesting that in ‘69 he's saying “we do need a sort of central daddy figure.” And in ‘71 he's deriding John needing one and won't let John's daddy of choice touch him with a hundred foot pole.

I tend to think Paul chafes against authority in general, but that's actually not right. He never had a problem with George Martin. I think it's just abusive authority or authority he doesn't trust yet.

[thematchmakeramethyst]

Trolls Band Together: The Junior Novelization Summarize and *Thoughts

This post may contain spoilers….

Warning, you are about to be spoiled.

This is your last chance, if you wish to turn back or take in the risk.

Here it is…Enjoy, Ame Gems.

*The book mentioned the day when Brozone separated happened before the Bergens captured the Pop Trolls. That’s hard to believe because it wouldn’t explain why John Dory was bossy to his brothers. His authoritarian nature is because of Brozone's parents' death at the hands of the Bergens. The death of their parents changed John Dory to try to act like an adult, and the pressure of looking after his brothers made him what he was. And his craving for perfection, maybe his thought of what parents wanted for their children. It also explains why the brothers would fight a lot; they try to hide their sorrow of losing their parents through rage. John Dory was the cause of their breaking up.

Brozone prepares for their concert while John Dory directs his brothers to follow his lead. Their Perfect Family Harmony was so powerful that it made them create mistakes, thus ending their concert in tragedy. JD, Spruce, and Clay begin to fight before they leave. Floyd decided to go for a solo career but said he’d come back. And, of course, it cuts to when Branch and Poppy get ready for Bridget and King Gristle’s wedding.

*Miss Maxine may be the justice of the peace despite her name being Aunt Smead.

John Dory arrived as soon as the wedding started. He’s happy to see Branch again before introducing himself as his brother.

*It was funny how Poppy referred to John Dory as the Old One. (considering him the eldest of Brozone)

John Dory mentioned he got a letter from Floyd, who was captured by Velvet and Veneer in Mount Rageous. He went there and found Floyd in a diamond prison. Seeing the Perfect Harmony will be able to break him free, JD searches to find the brothers. With Poppy and Branch coming along, JD summons Rhonda, his armadillo-like van. But before they left, Bridget and Gristle quickly married and started their honeymoon on a motorcycle. Meanwhile, at Mount Rageous, the evil Velvet and her follower brother, Veneer, are being interviewed on the Bop on Tp by Kid Ritz.

*Mention how they are overnight superstars. They must’ve kidnapped Floyd during the time they started their career. And how did they find him? Floyd may have visited Mount Rageous during his solo career to perform there. And that’s when they saw him. Velvet and Veneer are known as Rageons….Yeah, another way to say the Mommy LongLegs tribe ☹️

Their assistant, Crimp, is like the head of the straw boom but three times the size of the average Troll. She’s mistreated by Velvet the most, analyzing how self-centered she is for the spotlight and fame. She knows how to hide her true evil nature with her face. Veneer follows Velvet like a minion despite feeling guilty for what he’s doing to Floyd. He even looked sorry for him.

*FloydxVeneer?

It turns out that Velvet sent John Dory the letter to have all of Brozone. Crimp is highly unaware that the stealing talent Diamond perfume bottle is sucking the life out of Floyd. Back on Rhonda, Tiny Diamond somehow joined in the party.

*JD accepted Poppy as Branch’s girlfriend…Brotherly approved: the 1st one is checked

 John Dory got a postcard from Spruce with no signature or return address. And as if on cue, the sunset was on the horizon. JD takes the wheel, so they fall into the sea, and they reach Vacay Island. While going through the Rock Climbing Jungle, they meet the locals, giant water balloon puppets creatures, and Beach Ball Birds.

*I call them the Vacays.

Anyway, the adult Spruce, now known as Bruce, is surfing the wave before going to his cantina(Bruce & Sons & One Daughter) without knowing they are following him. Upon seeing them, he ignores John Dory, happily tosses Branch, and gives him a wet willy.

*His grudge against his older brother is deep. And Branch, even if you are an adult, your brothers babying you is their job.

We soon meet Brandi, Bruce’s wife, and their 13 children. Hearing how Floyd was captured, Bruce suggests calling the authorities, until hearing about him being in a diamond prison, the perfect family harmony it is to save Floyd.

*It’s clear that Bruce and Branch are brothers since they were both pressured by Poppy and Bruce’s children to sing. FYI, the children got some pink eye.

With Brandi in charge of the restaurant and the children, Bruce takes off with his two brothers, Poppy and Tiny Diamond. Back at Mount Rageous, Velvet and Veneer will do a dress rehearsal. Of course, Velvet wants a spritz of Floyd's talent, which Floyd and Veneer stopped. Her brother even notices that Floyd is looking transparent.

*Veneer is too concerned about Floyd…Hmmm?

Veneer suggests practicing for the Rage Dome show, but Velvet is a lazy bum who wants the easy way. Back with the heroes, Bruce mentioned how his kids love to listen to Veneer.

*Yeah, it's better for him to be loved than Velvet.

The radio mentioned Velvet and Veneer performing at the Rage Dome for their Lifer Award tomorrow night. Without any time to spare, Rhonda goes into Hustle Mood while following the smell of Funderdrawers. They arrive at Putt-Putt Village, the old Bergen Hole in Fun. The Putt Putt Trolls have a vast hatred for Bergens. Soon, Clay came, saying he co-run the place with Viva.

*He cutely touches Branch’s face…Maybe to squeeze his cheeks.

Viva soon realizes that Poppy is her long-lost younger sister, and they begin to hang out together. However, Viva wants Poppy to stay forever because of her issues with Bergens. So she tries to trap them in Putt-Putt Village, but they escape. At Velvet and Veneer’s Rage Dome dressing room, they are preparing themselves for the show. Crimp created the Diamond outfits so they could steal Brozone's talent. Now, knowing what will happen to Floyd, Velvet locks Crimp in the closet. Floyd tries to fake death. Thinking his death was confirmed, they tried to flush Floyd down a toilet. Veneer says that his favorite thing about Floyd is how he made him famous

*As if they were flushing down a dead pet fish, cruel.

But Floyd takes this chance to try and escape. Once Veneer catches him, they have a heart-to-heart talk. Veneer takes his words but is still controlled by Velvet. Back with heroes, the four brothers and Poppy try to practice, but it doesn't go well. It ends up with John Dory, Bruce, and Clay fighting each other. John Dory mentions he can’t be responsible as the leader and eldest brother.

*Maybe he says he can’t take it as a parent leader. He’s still suffering from his parents' death.

Branch gets in between and mentions about Floyd’s life. But when John Dory said about everyone going back their separate ways, Branch snapped at how he wanted his family back together. With Tiny stopping Rhonda, Branch continues to rant about his troubles after his brothers are gone and how they treat him like a baby. He throws away his bunker map to reveal that he made his bunker for himself and his brothers while he went to save Floyd by himself. John Dory, Bruce, and Clay begin to look guilty as Poppy and Tiny follow Branch.

*I bet it's going to hit hard on the movie screen.

Meanwhile, Gristle and Bridget stumble upon Putt Putt Village, where they get captured. Mission impossible time once the three arrived at Mount Rageous as they went and found Floyd. But he warned about Velvet and Veener’s plan. Once they showed up, the heroes hid and found Rhonda in the twins' arms with JD, Bruce, and Clay trapped in the shoulder pads. With Rhonda in the closet, Floyd is placed in Velvet’s suit. With Crimp and Rhonda on the three heroes' side, they go after the villains to save Branch’s Brothers. Back with Gristle and Bridget, they’re pulled to their doom by the chomping clown. But Viva came in and stopped knowing about Bridget from Poppy. Back out on Mount Rageous, Velvet and Veneer are confronted by the group led by Branch. The car chase starts with Velvet and Veneer performing on their vehicle and goes to their yacht. But Viva, Gristle, and Bridget made it in time to help the heroes. By taking John Dory, Bruce, and Clay out, the evil twins go onto the tower of their yacht to do an encore, Velvet’s idea, but Veneer is worried about Floyd’s life. With Crimp cutting off the sound of the yacht, Branch, his three eldest brothers sing with Poppy and Viva. With the cameras on them, the Rageons loved Brozone over Velvet and Veneer as Bridget and Gristle get on the yacht. The magic of the Family Harmony made the Trolls, even Floyd’s prison, float out from Velvet’s costume. But while trying to get it back, it was intense. With Floyd singing along, the Family Harmony was so strong that it caused an explosion of magical musical energy to break the brothers’ prisons and make the evil pair fall into the rivers. With Floyd all transparent, his brothers gathered around him to see if they were too late. But he returned with his colors, well by 90%, with his hair slightly white.

*the Family Harmony was so powerful that his musical talents returned.

Velvet tries to sing but sounds horrible when the twins come out of the river. Veneer, having enough of her nonsense, confesses their crimes to their people. Putting her sister in handcuffs, standing up for himself for the first time.

*I knew he would redeem himself.

But Crimp puts him in handcuffs cause he is still corporated with Velvet’s plans. So, the twins were both arrested.

*I’m glad Veneer decided to pay for his crimes. I think once he’s out of prison, he’ll become an honest singer and maybe have a decent friendship with Floyd. ;-)

Then Broppy kiss on the lips, with everyone going to Vacay Island for Brozone to perform. Poppy and Viva join in their performance.

*Branch proposed to Poppy to join in the band….That’s a relief because I wasn’t ready for a Broppy marriage. I hope Clay x Viva will happen, even Floyd x Veneer, in the future. But I prefer Brozone being just the main five guys, with Poppy and Viva featuring. I’m sure Viva met Peppy, and he thought she was dead during the escape.

DREAMWORKS, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RELEASE THE MOVIE ON NOV 17!?!?!?!? IT’S YOUR FAULT I HAVE TO DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was right about the cause of John Dory's bossy nature. Check it out, Ame Gems. https://dreamworks.fandom.com/wiki/Trolls_Band_Together

[lolitastories]

Helpless

Description: She worked as a lawyer in New York until she received a phone call from the man she owes her career to. She knew she would be back and what she was in for but what she didn’t know is that her life would change even more than she imagined.

Chapter 9

Chapter 8:

I can tell you one thing, I have never gotten up so early. When I got out the tent almost falling on my face trying to put my boots on I was met with Lloyd. “Goodmorning” He smiled suprised.

“Morning” I smile standing up trying to act as normal as possible. I rush along him trying to get as far from the tent as possible. “Got any coffee?”

“Rough night?”

“What?” I bet my look was horrifying because that's how I felt.

“Sleeping on the ground? I bet you are not used to that”

“Oh” I nod my head. “Yeah rough, and cold” I zip up my jacket. “Thank you” I grab the cup.

“Milk?” I shake my head. I only put sugar on my coffee. “Well, a long day ahead of us.” I nod knowing what he meant. He needed to be the alarm clock to the other cowboys. One after another got out their tents and rushed over to get their coffee.

“Y/n?” I look over seeing John with coffee already in his hand. “I need you to take Beth with you” I look over to the cowboys around us.

“Sure” I placed my cup down and walked over to where he was on a small upper hill. “What needs to happen?” He looks over to the distance. Cattle in the outfield.

“I want her to focus on herself for atleast a couple days. She has been having hard days lately” Truly hard days. I hold back the grin. “But don’t take too long,” I nod. “I hope after the trip you leave it all behind you” A dry chuckle leaves my lips.

“You know I don’t hold grudges for long” He laughs at my comment.

“Grandpa!” Our heads turn to Tate running up to John and Kayce following close behind. I didn’t dare look at his eyes. I couldn’t. Fucking hell. My mind was fighting with itself right now. Like how the hell did I think it was a good idea to let feelings control me last night? “Can we go fishing? I want to show my mom how many times I can catch” Monica is here?” I looked up and surely enough she was there and trailing behind her was Rip and Beth.

“Buddy it's cold out there, I don’t think mom will want that” and there it was. My heart was melting more and at the same time it was taking a step back. He was sweet and I only saw it when it came to Tate. Then Tate fills my mind as a little kid whose feelings are going to be more of a mess as his parents separate.

“Then can we come back here when it gets warmer?” He looks over to Kayce and then at Monica as she comes close enough to hear. Rip stops beside me and Beth to stand on his other side.

“Of course kid” she wraps her arm around his shoulder giving him a side hug.

“Yay!” he screams happly running away. We all chuckle seeing him run to act like a real cowboy.

“It's going to be hard getting him back into school mode,”Rip says. Of course when my eyes move away from watching Tate they find his eyes. There is not a hint of emotion. I can’t tell if his eyes are wanting to talk or listen. They aren’t saying that something happened or that he was disappointed or that he even hated me. “Y/n you need a ride to the ranch?” I didn’t notice they continued the conversation and now it was only Beth, Rip, Kayce, Monica, and me.

“Sure” Before anyone could say anything I grab Beth's wrist and pull her away from their ears to hear. I figit with my fingers as I stand before her now.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened. John wants you to come with me back home. It will be a short trip, atmost 2 days.”

“Y/n” She warned looking directly into my eyes.

“Nothing happened. Either you are in the house packed in 2 hours or I am leaving you” I hated how it came out but I wasn’t in the mood to talk. What happened wasn’t something to giggle about like middle school girls. I walked over to Rip who was hopefully finishing his coffee. “Can we go?” I cross my arms not looking directly at him until he grabs my chin and makes me look up at him

“Why the pout? Sad to be leaving?” I roll my eyes, snatching my face away.

“I don’t pout, let's go” I demand and make my way over to his horse. I hadn’t releazied I was pouting. From my walk from Beth to Rip I was already a little annoyed at her and it wasn’t her fault. Then as I reach Rip I notice Kayce talking and laughing with Monica. Why should I care though? Because before the divorce they acted like they hated eachother and the next second they were tolerable but now they are best of friends? Stupid asshole.

“He doesn’t bite,” Rip says, patting me on the shoulder before getting on and helping me up. I instantly wrap my arms around him. “Kayce said you were a tight hugger” I didn’t have time to answer as the horse started moving. Fucking hell, I am never mounting a horse again even if its my only way of surviving. He had to forcefully remove my arms like some kind of seatbelt. I tell him thank you and run inside the house. I took a shower and threw Monica’s clothes in the washer. It was close to 10 and the plane leaves in an hour. I finish up packing and load the dryer. I let my hair air dry only having my towel wrapped around as I knew after taking out the clothes I would spend the rest of the time I had left in my bedroom getting ready. I spent a goodtime washing the boots as I didn’t want to leave it messy for Monica. I grabb the boots and rush over to the dryer to get her clothes out and go to her room or where she was staying when Tate was here to fold it. I hurry hearing the door open. I rush out, closing the door and running down the stairs.

“We have 45 minutes before we have to be at the airport! I sugges-” God dammit. Now I know I wouldn’t deal well in a horror movie because apparently I would close my eyes and hide behind my hands. “Couldn’t you say something? Or atleast not try to scare me to death?!” I sign, turning the other direction towards the kitchen.

“This is my house, when did I have to announce when I entered?” I roll my eyes walking around the island.

“Since no one is supposed to be here other than Beth and I”

“Does’t change anything” I shake my head even more annoyed. I stomp my feet turning to look in his direction.

“Whatever” Cowboy hat still on. Rusted face with traces of dirt and mud on him. “Got dragged by something or just enjoyed rolling in filth?” I didn’t know what I was saying but I did know it was getting on his nerves.

“I could ask the same thing?” His boots made a noise on the wooden floor as he took a step closer until he was 2 inches away from my face. My jaw tightens and my eyes want to close as his smell radiates around me. It was a smell I still didn’t mind because it wasn’t bad at all. “Or because you are back to reality everything is too much?” It's like my lips were glued shut. I didn’t even care what he was saying as long as he came even closer than what he was doing. His breath is now ghosting over my neck. “Last night your outfit surprised me but I prefer your cute tight skirts and heels.” He takes another step forward, not removing his distance from me as my back twists and backs up to the island. A low grunt leaves my lips wanting nothing more than to regain my body back. “I couldn’t imagine a nice girl like you going for a dirty, ungentlemanlike, rude cowboy like me” He kisses one spot and am lost. Where was that nice guy from yesterday? I didn’t seem to care as he continued to kiss my neck knowingly leaving marks behind. I grab on to his jacket for support. “Smell so sweet and I bet taste much sweeter”

“God Kayce!” I squeal as he lifts me up the island and I wrap my legs around him. He continued to kiss and suck and I needed more. And I know he knew that.

“Can I take charge now? Honey” He pulls my head back only to slam his lips to mine.

“Mhm” I nod wrapping and pulling on his shoulder grinning to feel more of him. I hear a groan as I unbucle his belt.

“It's my way” He pulls back just enough to unfold my towel and lets it drop on the counter. I heard his pants fall and no one had to tell me because I knew I was dripping for him already. “Come on” Kayce grabs ahold of my upper arm and pulls me off the island turning me around to lean over it the next second. “I liked how you feel against me” He pushes inside me with no warning.

“Fuck, Baby” I whine. One hand goes to my lower pulling me even closer as he continues pounding into me. “Kayce” his other hand moves to cover my mouth as he starts kissing down my neck to my shoulder.

“I love the sounds you make” Stupid fucker. I didn’t care. His pace was fast and I didn’t know how long I could wait. “Honey?” I shake my head and close my eyes. I could see that stupid grin on his face to know what I wanted. “Squeeze me harder” he whispers, pulling me closer. “Like you did last night” Fuck that was it. “Cuming together like last night?” I nod my head as the pace quickens. “Fuck” he moans finally covering my mouth with his. I wanted nothing more than to touch him but the pain and pleasure I felt right now was enough. It wasn’t the first time I felt him release everything inside me and it wasn’t like it has happened 100 times but I knew I would never not be turned on by it. I collapse to the island, whining a little as he pulls out. I couldn’t help but smile a little as I felt gentle kisses on my shoulder. His hand caressing my sides. “We still have another 20 minutes?” he whispers and this time I chuckle, shaking my head.

“Kayce,” I warned, standing up straight. Over an hour ago I didn’t even want to look at this man. I didn’t want him near me much less any of his touch on me. But right now at this moment I wanted everything that had to do with him. I wanted him on me again.

“Y/N! Don’t be such a brat!” I kneel down as soon as I hear the door open and Beth's voice. I wrap the towel around my body and rush to meet her by the door.

“Why aren’t you dressed? We have 25 minutes” I give her a quick smile.

“Yeah and you better hurry” I rush up the stairs and slam the door. I could not promise you I wasn’t giggling and grinning as I took another quick shower and got dressed. By the time I was out the door it only took me 20 minutes. How I could have spent those minutes doing something else.

“Get in the car!”

[skylarmoon71]

Lance Sweets (Bones) - Crossover AU - Chapter 6

“Heat vision, really?”

He’s been grilling you about your powers for the last three weeks. You really shouldn’t be amazed, he is a book nerd after all.

Sweets has slowly been making progress on the journal that you handed him. It’s about as thick as an encyclopedia. So whenever he gets through a section, he comes to you to question or just stare at you with that excited grin like he just found out Santa Claus exists.

“Yes Dr. Sweets. Remember that time I threatened you, well the red wasn’t exactly a christmas light trick.” You casually sip your coffee in your office.

“But you weren’t really going to barbeque me right?”

“Right about now I’m considering it.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding. That would be too much of a hassle to explain.”

“Good to see you have your priorities straight.”

You grin into your cup as he flips through another page.

“This is amazing. Recording your life in this book, the experiences of your powers, that must have been extraordinary.”

“On Krypton we weren’t exactly superpowered. Our abilities were the same as humanity. There were soldiers and regular civilians. Your strength was determined by your own sheer will and training. From what I concluded, the sun in this atmosphere has a strange effect on us. That’s why control is so important. My parents taught me that abusing these gifts was wrong. It wasn’t easy for me, but I understood. Humanity is strong as they are fragile. Taking advantage of that would make me a coward.”

Sweets is always pleasantly surprised by your ideologies. Sometimes you said some really Booth-like things.

“That’s a great way to look at it.”

You nod, directly your gaze back to the computer. His sudden gasp after he reads over a page diverts your attention.

“You can fly!!”

“If you keep reacting like that everytime you find out something new I might have to start getting paid.”

“You have to admit that’s wild. You can actually fly.”

“Yes. It’s actually pretty easy. I can’t imagine any of the other kryptonians having an issue learning that skill. It took me two days to learn.”

“It’s so crazy how lightly you take all of this. Your entire existence is absolutely amazing.”

That statement makes you flush slightly. Sweets doesn’t notice, because he has his nose right back into the book.

Fidgeting in your spot, you’re grateful that he isn’t the one with super hearing, because for a moment it felt like your heart had betrayed you.

~~

“You’ve been getting along really well with Sweets.”

Angela’s statement makes you nod. After that day you brought everyone cookies the team seems to have adopted you. Angela had basically kidnapped you to have lunch with her and Hodgins. You were all waiting for Booth and Brennan to stop by.

“He’s a good friend.” You comment.

It’s true. Not many people would be so calm about your existence. You know Hodgins would lose his mind if he ever found out.

“Yeah, given the way you completely ripped into him that first time I’m surprised.” Angela kicks him from under the table.

“Oww!”

You smile.

“I’m grateful he didn’t hold a grudge. I was dealing with a lot at the time.”

“We understand sweetie, you don’t have to explain yourself.” She sends a look to Hodgins who remains quiet in his seat.

“Sorry we’re late!” Booth calls.

Brennan is right at his side and they join you as they begin filling in on the case. You’re not really listening to the conversation, more the way they are. How easily they work together despite them all being complete opposites. It’s somewhat encouraging.

“It’s either that or an alien.”

That pulls your attention.

“Come on Hodgins, last week you thought we had the bones of John F. Kennedy. Can you let it go.”

“But you have to admit it makes sense. Aliens do exist. “ Hodgins argues.

“I agree with Dr. Hodgins. I do believe in aliens.”

They all direct their attention to you.

“I’m an alien. “

The group begins to laugh and you smile.

“Hah ha, laugh it up, it's very funny.”

They are entertaining to be with, especially Hodgins.

~

“You said that?” Sweets smiles.

“I did. His reaction was funny.”

Sweets just shakes his head with a laugh.

“I suddenly believe all of Hodgins' theories.”

“He’s not exactly wrong. Kryptonians aren’t the only species out there.”

“There’s more!”

“Dozens more. My father and I visited a lot of different galaxies. I even got to see lanterns.”

“Lanterns?”

“Yes. The species usually varies, but they are typically protectors. At least most of them are. They have rings that provide their powers. How my dad explained it, the ring usually chooses who yields it. Similar to the tales of excalibur. All the rings are powered by an emotion. So you can imagine that not all of them are good. My dad’s best friend was a blue lantern. It’s said to be the hardest to control. He used to create ships with his ring and fly me around.”

You can’t help but smile at the memory.

Sweets enjoy the fondness of your expression as you speak about your past. He realizes that you’ve probably haven’t thought about all of this since you were a kid. Much less spoken to anyone about it.

“Your father sounds like he was an amazing man.”

“He was. When I was little I wanted to get the engraving for love on my arm. My brother had gotten it without my dad’s permission and I wanted to do the same. I was still young, and the elders regard engravings the same way humans view tattoos.”

Sweets laughs, because he gets it.

“Getting a child a tattoo isn’t exactly great parenting. Even if he let me have it my mom might have strangled him if she found out. So instead, he made me a necklace. “

Your fingers graze the metal and he marvels at it. So many times he’d seen you tug at it, he knew it held some importance. He just didn’t realize just how significant it really was.

“As painful as it is, I’m fortunate to have the memories that I do. The thought of being an infant and not knowing who I am or where I came from would have been more devastating. I’m grateful for the time I did have.”

He understands. Before taking this job he’d been going through a rough patch of his own.

“My adoptive parents died shortly before I took this job. I loved them more than anything in the world. Losing them broke a piece of me, but I never regretted anything. Knowing them, loving them. They made me into the person I am today.”

You can’t say you expected that.

“I miss them everyday.” He admits.

His eyes look a bit glossy, and this time, you are the one giving comfort. The same he’s so easily extended to you, even when you were hostile. You take his hand, and he wears a little smile as he laughs, despite the tears that follow.

“This is nice.” He says between the little sniffs.

“It is.”

[izzysarchivedblogs]

TONY MOVES CLOSER TO HIM. That's a good sign they were both heading into the right direction with what they had to say with each other. Off the bat, and they seem to be doing well, flying smooth. All of this could mean they would be okay and have a good chance.

His shoulder is against his, and Clint's leaning into a little. Not pressure like he needs it, but because he wants him to feel near him. ANOTHER EXHALE OF BREATH, BUT THIS ONE FEELS GOOD. Tony takes his hand, and Clint angling his hand for Tony, to reach at him and grasp his hand back. There's a moment of quiet, as he waits for Tony to process and determine what he wanted to say back.

OKAY, HONEY ⸻ Was now the time to say that he likes when Tony say that, call him that and he likes the way that Tony says honey? ⸻ NOPE. Tony continue, talking and so he pays attention. Looks down at their hands, lets that be his focus for his eyes but he is listening as Tony breaks down everything he said.

TO PROVE YOURSELF. The most cursed words for Clint to hear, deep down he knows that's what he does. Try to prove himself, he does it all his life, and he exhales. WANT TO INTERRUPT. He wasn't trying to do that for Tony, yet he did kind of feel like Tony needed that. HE'S DONE IT FOR HIMSELF.

Call Carol; and he nods his head and thinks that he will do that. Try, there are some things they could talk about too. Things that maybe would help the both of them, even if they felt or said they were beyond those demons.

IT'S TRICKY. ❝ Yeah, but... ❞ He mumbles in agreement, and quiets up for Tony to continue. Explaining the two things they had to think about and consider. ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS GO HOME. That's what he has tried multiple times to do now, go home and figure out where that was. Brownstone was temporary, and he knows he has to make plans. Along with all the others.

If Kate gets back to him, than he'd talk to her. He'd do a lot for her, and deep down, he knows she'd help him if he asked. SO FAR, TONY ISN'T LAYING OUT ANYTHING HE CAN'T DO.

❝ I mean, once the brace is off, I will be jogging out that door every morning, unless I'm moved home already. ❞ Clint laughs, and than Tony is sighing and OH, HE'S NOT DONE. The next thing.

That's the harder thing to determine for the both of them. SEX. WORRYING ABOUT REPLACING THE ALCOHOL. Drinking with healthy thoughts, going to the gym. HIS BODY WAS BETRAYING HIM EACH DAY HE DIDN'T WORK OUT. Clint needed to get back to four hours. No one knows it, Tony wasn't around, but he missed throwing his socks when he was waiting on the phone for Kate.

Testing himself, and yet every trivial miss meant he needed to practice more, get back to being the best. HOLD OFF ON SEX. He could do that, cold showers if he can't and they probably shouldn't shower together with temptation right there.

AND I THINK MOST OF ALL, HONEY, IS THAT WE NEED TO TALK. He uses the word, honey, which get his attention. They need to talk, communicate, and not getting offended would be the hardest. They were both hotheads. ❝ No grudges, I can do that. I mean, the only grudges I have is against John Walker and you were there when he almost drowned me. ⸻ We are talking now, so I heard all you said. It's up here in my head, and I'll work on that. ❞

THEY TALKED. GREAT START.

Tony lets out a breath, and than Clint's looking at him. TURNS HIS BODY A LITTLE. Clint just scans his face, every part of it. His stubble, facial hair, to his nose and cheeks, hair damp on his forehead, his lips that looked inviting, and than up to his eyes. STARES IN THEM. Holds contact, and than his hand is going up, the one not held by Tony, to his jaw.

ALL OF THAT WAS TALK, AND NOW IT FELT LIKE KISSING.

He kisses him, and it's been five weeks, and it's good like all the other times. MAYBE BETTER. ❝ That was the right moment for that, yeah? We'll talk more, but like... that was good, do that more? and you should do things with your friends more, poker night, other things. With or without me. ❞ He was waiting to be kissed again.

Tony moved a little closer to Clint. Not wanting to crowd him. He's listening carefully and he's liking what he's hearing. For starters Clint wants this too. Clint doesn't want him to back off, even just for a little while. He wants to find a way to work this out.

And he's putting up options. His promise to go to meetings alone. The promise to call the others. It's cute and it's promising. But it's also concerning. Because it sounds like he wants to fix the other stuff to get the relationship as the prize. Which maybe says something else to Tony. They were going about this the wrong way from the start. They wanted to be together so they needed to work that out with the sobriety not just have it as a trophy to win.

He puts his hand on Clint's and rubs his thumb along the knuckles. "Okay, honey. I love that you want to start getting more independent to prove yourself. And really you do need to. But you need to for you. And you don't want to rush things. There's a balance. You have to be independent, but this is impossible alone. So if you need help, just ask for it. And you know what? Maybe if you're worried that you're leaning too much on me, you can call Carol. But I'm still here to help you. And I'll be here to help you if you wanted to be with me or not."

He shook his head and laughed softly. "It's so tricky. But it's tricky no matter what. The whole thing is tricky. There's two things we need to think about. One is that you are living your own life, not just hiding from it behind me because I'm here and I've got you. So yeah, calling your friends, getting back out there and doing things. Training. Work. Understanding that I might not be able to drop everything and get back here, so having a back up in case you need someone. When you're ready, and not rushing at all, moving back into your own place, because this-" he pointed between the two of them - "will be so much easier when we're not constantly around each other. So we can do it in the right order. But we're not rushing you, Clint. I'm just doubling down on that point. Do not rush out the door. You will stumble. We're walking before we run."

He took a breath and let it out slowly. "The next thing is you can't replace drinking with sex. Having a sex addiction is also not a good thing to have to deal with. So I think we might need to wait a while before we go there. God- I can't believe I'm even saying that. But you need to replace drinking with healthy thoughts. Going to the gym, calling up your friends, patting your dog. And when we do start fucking again, then we need to be careful that we don't do it on nights like this when you're low. We can cuddle and talk and play footsie but we're not creating the connection between feeling bad and fucking."

He lifted Clint's hand to his mouth and kissed his palm. "And I think most of all, honey, is that we need to talk. We need to communicate with each other, and not be offended when we hear no or not now. And if we do get upset because there are days where being an alcoholic means everything is a personal attack on you, when we have a good day we let that the fuck go. No grudge holding."

He let out a breath. That felt like the most open and honest and mature as Tony had ever managed to be and he was putting it all of the fact that he was trying so fucking hard to be Clint's sponsor right now. He hoped that it was enough. He wanted to move on to the part where they could kiss.

[deadpresidents]

Regarding the relationships between the Presidents and the Vice Presidents, which ones would you say were the most toxic among one another or disagreed with each other the most?

Maybe it's just recency bias, but I seem to remember President Trump not only throwing Vice President Pence under the bus and calling him a coward for not helping to overturn the results of free and fair election, but very publicly doing so while hordes of Trump's supporters were chanting "Hang Mike Pence!" and attacking the Capitol (the place where Pence was physically located at the time) during a violent insurrection.

I mean, plenty of Presidents and Vice Presidents have said bitchy things about one another, but I feel like that one has to be the gold standard for toxic POTUS/VP relationships.-- which is pretty remarkable considering how embarrassingly loyal and personally subservient Pence had been for the initial 3 years and 350 days of the Trump Administration.

Andrew Jackson and John C. Calhoun at least deserve an honorable mention. At the end of his Presidency, Andrew Jackson said his two biggest regrets were that he was "unable to shoot Henry Clay or to hang John C. Calhoun". Calhoun was Jackson's Vice President for most of his first term and it's clear that they weren't teaming up to solve mysteries like Obama and Biden. Calhoun -- who had also served as Vice President under Jackson's immediate predecessor, John Quincy Adams -- eventually resigned as VP, partly to take a vacant seat in the U.S. Senate, partly because Martin Van Buren had been elected to replace him as Vice President in the 1832 election, and partly because his disagreements with President Jackson over the Nullification Crisis were getting pretty tense and openly hostile.

Political rivalries were at the root of the issue between John Adams and Thomas Jefferson when they were President and Vice President (1797-1801), and things got nasty, but nobody was threatening to kill each other. Their war of words took off more after Adams left office and Jefferson succeeded him, but they also reconciled and enjoyed one of history's great pen pal partnerships for the rest of their lives.

When Jefferson became President in his own right, he had his own beef with his first Vice President, Aaron Burr, over the 1800 Election. It didn't really result in much drama once Jefferson was on solid footing in the White House, and nobody got killed. Well...except for Alexander Hamilton. He totally got killed. The incumbent Vice President of the United States actually killed a fellow Founding Father, eventually returned to Washington, and presided over the Senate despite catching a murder indictment from the State of New Jersey. Even though he got himself a different VP for his second term, Jefferson never let go of the grudge he held against Burr, and pushed for Burr eventually getting charged with treason for sketchy dealings he had going on in the area recently acquired via the Louisiana Purchase. Much to Jefferson's disappointment, Burr was eventually acquitted.

Now that I'm laying out the facts, the Jefferson/Burr relationship definitely sounds pretty toxic when the ingredients include shady maneuvering over their initial election, murder and treason.

But it's important to remember that Vice Presidents played almost no role in the Executive Branch until the second-half of the 20th Century when Presidents started carving out a role for them, so it was really easy for a President to sideline his VP if they didn't get along. There were also long stretches of Vice Presidential vacancies because there was no mechanism for replacing a Vice President until 1967. We've had a President of the United States for over 234 years, and I once figured out that during that entire history, we've gone 37 years, 290 days of that time without a Vice President.

So, if there have been issues between a President and the Vice President, the VP has never had much leverage to use in order to better their position. As a federally-elected official in their own right, the Vice President is the one person that Presidents can't fire. But their only weapon has been their role as a tie-breaking vote in the Senate, and most Vice Presidents are in ideological lockstep with their President politically, so it's usually been rather unlikely that they'd have an opposing viewpoint on potential legislation requiring a tie-breaker. There are always issues that bubble to the surface between Presidents and Vice Presidents (or between their staffs and/or families) and we normally find out about them after the fact when folks are writing their memoirs and settling scores, but it's not usually anything too dramatic.

[thatshithurted8]

Fuck & Make Up

Summary: The Pogues devise a plan for you and JJ to stop hating each other. However, this plan involves leaving you two alone on Heyward’s boat in the middle of the marsh.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: SMUT, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it,) mentions of bullying, and smoking.

You and Pope pull up to Heywards boat that was anchored in the middle of the marsh. John B called you saying that they needed their help since the engine stopped working for some reason. Without hesitating you of course agreed to help your friends. 

As you walk onto the boat you see Kie and John B crouched down near the engine trying to fix it. With a closer look around the boat you realize that JJ wasn’t there, which you were completely fine with. You two have never gotten along so a moment without JJ was a moment of peace. 

“Did you guys check the plugs?” You ask bending down beside your friends who were handing the tools over to you. 

“No you should check those.” Kiara says as her and John B slowly walk over to the HMS pogue without you noticing. 

You furrow your eyebrows as you examine the machinery in front of you and realize it was completely fine. “Guys it’s fine.” You say standing up, but you drop the screwdriver you were holding once you see John B and Kiara jumping off of the boat and swimming towards the boat Pope was in. 

“Where are you guys going?” You ask walking over to the edge of the boat, but your thoughts were interrupted when you hear a banging sound come from the lower level of the boat. You walk over and lift the hatch to reveal the one person you couldn’t stand. JJ Maybank. 

JJ’s eyes widen when he comes face to face with you. “Oh hell no.” He says coming out from the lower level as he hears the engine start to the HMS Pogue. However, he was too late, the small boat started to move farther and farther away from the two teens. John B raised his hand and dangled the pair of keys to Heywards boat in the air. 

“Fuck them.” You scoff, folding your arms while watching the small boat disappear in the distance. 

JJ turns and looks at you with an amused expression on his face. Yea he didn’t want to be there to hear you complain about him just existing, but it wasn’t the end of the world. “I can’t be that bad.” He says following you into the control area. 

“Yes you are!” You exclaim, opening and closing drawers in hopes of finding a spare key to start the boat. As you did this JJ leaned against the door frame while getting a perfect few of your ass bent over. He quickly looks away when you stand up and turn around with a defeated expression on your face. 

The blond has always thought you were attractive, but if you were rude on the inside you were ugly on the outside. Little did he know you thought the same thing about him, but you knew never in a million years you would admit that. It would only boost JJ’s already large ego and you would never hear the end of it. 

“Fuck this shit.” You say pushing JJ out of the way and walking to the front of the boat to sit down and wallow in your self pity. 

You have a few minutes of peace by yourself before JJ walks over to you and sits down. He scoots close to you, causing you to move over a bit, but you couldn’t help, but acknowledge how good the boy beside you smelt. 

“You know Y/N.” JJ says causing you to look over at him while he focuses on rolling a joint. “I want to be friends, but clearly you can’t get over the fact that I bullied you in middle school.” 

Rolling your eyes, you scoff and fold your arms against your chest. “More like tormented.” You retort, thinking back to the days young JJ Maybank bullied you every chance he got. 

When you became close with Pope and then got re-introduced to the rest of the group you were hoping JJ had changed. However your hopes went to shit when JJ saw you standing beside Pope in the Chateau. “Hey guys look it’s pickle!”  The nickname originated when you had an allergic reaction to one on your sandwich during lunch one day. Young JJ made one of your most terrifying moments a joke around the school. Since that day in middle school you have held a grudge against the Maybank boy for being so cruel to you.

“I wasn’t that mean to you.” 

Once again you scoff, not believing the words coming out of JJ’s mouth. “Yea making me hate everything about myself when I was 12 and 13 wasn’t mean.” You say remembering the nights you would cry yourself to sleep remembering JJ’s mean comments about your body.

JJ’s eyes widen at your bold statement, but he could tell you were telling him the truth. He instantly felt bad especially knowing that wasn’t his younger self’s intentions. Far from it actually. 

The blue eyed boy sighs and looks over at you, finishing rolling the joint. “The reason why I bullied you all the time was because I liked you and I was jealous that you liked Rafe. Thinking back now, trying to get you to like me back by being an asshole to you wasn’t the best plan. So I’m sorry for that Y/N.” 

You look over at him, surprised that after all of these years he apologized for his past actions. You could tell that he was being genuinely serious too. 

“Don’t worry though, my picking up girls skills weren’t good back then, but trust me they are now.” He says winking at you and handing you the unlit joint. 

You hesitate not knowing if you should take it or not. Taking it would mean that you would be forgiving him even though you still have insecurities to this day because of things he said to you as a child, but not taking it wouldn’t solve anything. 

“Fuck off Maybank.” You say before ultimately deciding to take it, with a small smile on your face. 

- 

“Look a shooting star!” You say pointing up at the night sky taking a puff from a freshly lit joint. 

“Where?” JJ asks looking up at the sky then back at you when he couldn’t find it. 

“There.” You say blowing the smoke out of your mouth and into his face. 

JJ blows the smoke away with his hand, an amused expression visible on his face. He takes the joint from your small hand and puts it in his mouth. You watch as he inhales it and you can’t help, but notice the tingly feeling in your core. JJ Maybank was already attractive, but the way he smoked the weed under the moonlight made you feel a certain way. When you realize what you were thinking about, you brush your thoughts off as you just being high, but you hadn’t actually smoked a lot. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when JJ copies you and blows the smoke out of his mouth and into your face causing you to giggle. The blond does it again, simply so he could hear you laugh. 

To your surprise being stranded on a boat for a night your middle school bully wasn’t actually that bad. After JJ opened up to you and apologized for his past actions you both started opening up to each other and started to act like actual friends. Five minutes go by while you two keep on passing the joint back and forth while blowing the smoke into each other’s faces. 

“Wait. I have an idea.” JJ says taking the joint from you once again and inhaling the substance. You watch with parted lips as the boy beside you moves in closer to blow the smoke into your face, but you instantly freeze when JJ places his lips on yours, blowing the smoke into your mouth this time. 

JJ pulls away and instantly regrets doing what he just did, by your reaction. You sat frozen and wide eyed, not being able to register what just happened. 

“Shit. Sorry Y/N I shouldn’t have done that. The weed just makes me frisky I guess.” The boy says looking down at the joint in between his fingers. However, he wasn’t actually that high. 

Thousands of thoughts swarmed your mind as you finally realized what happened. Impulsively you act on the tingly feeling in your core and you place your lips back against JJ’s. To say JJ was shocked was an understatement, but he was quick to kiss you back, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“I’m not that high.” You say pulling away and starring into his blue eyes that looked a lot darker than normal. 

“Good cause I’m not either.” He says throwing the roach of the joint somewhere on the boat and pulling you onto his lap while kissing you again. 

This kiss was a lot deeper and passionate. JJ bites your bottom lip, causing you to moan. He takes this opportunity and inserts his tongue into your mouth. You let his tongue explore your mouth before he pulls away and moves your hair out of the way. 

His head dips down to your throat where he sucks mercilessly on the sensitive skin. You move your head to the side instinctively to give JJ more access. As he bites softly at your soft skin, before placing wet kisses along the places he was leaving hickeys. 

“Fuck JJ.” You moan grinding into his lap. His large calloused hands wander along your body as you do so, one of his hands land on your ass and one on your breast. He squeezes your ass, continuing to leave red marks down your neck to the hem of your bikini top. 

You continue to grind in his lap and by now you could feel his prominent member against your inner thigh. JJ pulls away from his assault on your neck as his hand plays with the strings of your bikini top. 

“Can I?” He asks, referring to taking it off. 

You simply nod before kissing him again. Through sloppy kisses JJ was able to remove your bikini top, throwing it somewhere on the boat. His head starts to go further down your body and his mouth eventually meets your left breast. He swipes his tongue around your erected nipple while his hand goes up to give your other breast some attention. 

JJ looks up at you and finally puts your hard nipple in his mouth, sucking it. You moan while arching your back and pushing your core closer to his. Seeing you as a moaning mess in his arms only made the blond even more turned on, that and how your small fingers would run and pull on his golden locks. 

He gives your right breast the same attention with his mouth while pushing you closer to his throbbing member. “Fuck you’re so hot.” He says as you grind against him again. 

You feel his free hand travel down your body as he continues to lick and suck on your nipple. JJ’s hand ends up finding its way to the zipper of your jean shorts. He looks up at you again, asking for permission, but before he even says anything you nod your head yes. 

The Maybank boy pulls down your zipper and lies you down so he could take them off, leaving you in your revealing bikini bottoms. He hovers over you and kisses you again, his hand finding your ass and squeezing it. 

You kiss back, one of your hands in his hair the other grazing over his abs and down to bulge. JJ basically jumps at the sudden contact, but it doesn’t take long for him to start grinding into your hand while you start to palm him through his swim trunks. 

Hearing JJ groan at how you were making him feel made you spiral into another universe. The sounds coming from his mouth was music to your ears. Your hand finds the bottom of the boys shirt and you start to tug on it signalling that you wanted it off. 

He quickly takes off his shirt and instantly goes back to making you feel good. His mouth leaves your breasts and he starts to kiss down your stomach, leaving wet kisses. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He says in between kisses. JJ makes his way down your body, mumbling sweet nothings about how beautiful you looked withering underneath him. His skilled mouth stops when he reaches your inner thighs. You could feel his warm breath fanning against your core and you wanted nothing more than him to just touch you where you needed him most. 

“JJ.” You moan while biting your lip. 

He kisses your left thigh and then your right before looking up at you. “Yes beautiful?” 

“Please?” You say desperately. 

“Touch me JJ.” 

“Where?” Here?” He says placing his large hand on your breast once again. 

Rolling your eyes you grab his hand and place it on your clothed core. “Touch me here.” 

JJ liked seeing you beg for his touch. Despite there being thick fabric between your pussy and his fingers JJ could feel your wetness through the bikini. He slowly moves your bottoms down your legs with his mouth before moving back up to your core. 

“Please J-” You say being interrupted by JJ’s tongue finding it’s way into you, lapping up your juices. You let out a loud moan as you pull roughly on his hair. Your reaction only boosting JJ’s ego. 

“So wet for me beautiful.” JJ says looking up at you, making eye contact. You swore just seeing your juices on his face almost made you cum instantly.

His tongue finds your bundle of nerves, sucking it while he pushes his pointer finger inside of your cunt. JJ adds his finger and you buck your hips up to meet his mouth and fingers, but his free arm pushes you back down. 

As his fingers reach deeper and his tongue continues to work it’s magic you could feel the coil in your stomach about to snap. “Fuck JJ. I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!” You stutter. 

JJ smirks to himself while he reaches up and grasps your tit in his large hand, squeezing it. This on top of the way his tongue and fingers were thrusting in and out of you sent you into oblivion.

You let out a loud moan, arching your back as your first orgasm of the night washes over you. JJ sits up on his knees, leaving your sensitive core. You look down and see his bulge that looked like it was about to break through his shorts. 

Sitting up, you reach down towards the top of his shorts and pull them down, causing his dick to pop out, hitting his navel. You gulp looking down at him, not realizing that he was that big. 

You perch up onto your knees and meet JJ’s lips in a rough and lustful kiss. His hands instantly finding your ass before he lays you down once again. However, you sit up, flipping him over so now you were on top. 

“Look at you.” JJ says biting his lip, admiring you while bringing his fingers up to your mouth that were previously inside of you. Without any hesitation you wrap your mouth around his fingers and begin to suck. 

The image and feeling of you swiping your tongue around his fingers while hollowing out your cheeks almost makes JJ cum on the spot. You pull away, your mouth making a popping sound as his fingers leave your mouth. As you do this you continue to grind on his lap.

“Fuck that was hot.” 

You simply smirk at the boy under you before kissing him passionately and sitting back up. You wrap your small hand around JJ’s member and align it up with your entrance. JJ groans at your touch, but you two look at each other to make sure this was okay before doing anything further. 

With JJ giving you permission to continue you sink down on his cock, both of you letting out whimpers at the sensation. You wait until you are used to his size before moving. 

JJ places his hands on your hips and ass while you start to bounce up and down on his dick. Fuck was it ever hot to see you take control.

 “Just like that.” He says biting his lip, trying to contain his groans.

“You look so beautiful.” He says. The moonlight illuminating both of your sweaty bodies. You feel your cheeks heat up even more at the compliment and you continue to bounce up and down with JJ’s assistance. 

Without warning JJ quickly sits up wrapping his arms around your body before flipping you back over, his member still deep inside of you. You riding him was satisfying, but JJ couldn’t help himself from being the one directing the show. 

JJ thrusts into you and you feel him deeper than you did when you were riding him. “Keep doing that JJ!” 

Using your moans as inspiration JJ’s hips snap to meet yours at a faster pace before he throws one of your legs over his shoulder. You didn’t even realize you were that flexible until then, but you weren’t complaining. 

Your pussy pulses around JJ’s cock as he starts to thrust into you at a merciless pace. The blond reaches your g-spot and his his thumb falls between your legs, finding it’s way to your clit. 

“Holy fuck!” You moan once again. “JJ I’m going to cum.” You whine in between thrusts. 

“Then cum for me baby girl.” He whispers, biting your ear softly as his cock hits deeper and deeper inside of you. 

Without wasting anytime you allow the coil in your stomach to break for the second time that night. You scratch JJ’s back and softly bite his shoulder knowing you were going to leave marks as your second orgasm washes over you. 

JJ could feel his load building up, especially after feeling and watching you come around his cock. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and cumming on your stomach, since he didn’t put on a condom. He rolls over and collapses beside you. 

“That was amazing.” He says regaining his breath and turning his head to look at you. You simply nod your head in agreement a smile appearing on your face as you meet the blond’s gaze. 

You two remain laying naked and sweaty at the front of Heywards boat just starring at each other in pure bliss. A smirk appears on JJ’s face while looking at you. 

“What?” You ask furrowing your eyebrows. 

“Clearly my plan in middle school did end up working.” He says smirking at you. 

You roll your eyes, but move closer to him so your head was resting on his chest, “Shut up Maybank.” 

- 

A/N this was my first ever smut so let me know what you think and if you have any critiques. Positive feedback is always welcome! :)

[violet-prism-creatively]

I am now about 3/4 of the way through Gideon the Ninth! Updating this with the things I realized I got wrong, plus more speculation!

[Also tagging people who reblogged the original post if you have any interest in following along. Let me know if you don't like to be tagged: @vivaciouscynner @galagatriskaidekaphile @trensu @pearlofmydreams @procrastinationaccount @sirjuggles @turtletotem @paradoxcase @lektricfergus @eiseleystarfish @penitent-nunlet]

Nona does not seem to be the name of a third main character. It probably refers to Harrowhark NONAgesimus. And "The Ninth" means that they're from the Ninth House. (Magnus's joke that all the cavaliers have the same middle name is actually pretty funny.)

Harrow calls Gideon "Griddle" and I'm still not sure where that nickname came from

Gideon is not a necromancer, her face is just painted like a skull. And she hates it.

Still haven't met John/God but the Emperor is apparently a god figure

I was correct that the space setting isn't that prominent, but the general sci-fi vibe is. The decaying palace is wonderfully atmospheric, and the lab is creepy.

So far, Gideon and Harrow are not in a romantic relationship; they are grudging allies. They seem to be warming up to each other, though! I think there's some past incident between them, beyond Gideon knowing that Harrow's parents are dead, that caused their hatred. Or at least, I hope there's some explanation for their hatred of each other at the beginning.

LYCTOR not lector

Creepier and more horror than I expected. Current body count is four potential lyctors (why is it always the nice ones who die? :( RIP), two offscreen minor characters, one cavalier missing, and the unidentified remains of two people. I was reading the part where Isaac and Jeannemary died late at night and it was actually scary.

Gideon wouldn't be very likable if I met her in real life, but as a character, she's fun. I like that she's the gender-swapped version of the typical cocky horny self-serving character. Sometimes I'm annoyed that she tunes out discussions of lore, but she's also hilarious-- like when she's asked her opinion on an important matter and instead points out that Palamedes' name shortened is "Sex Pal."

As controlling as the Second House representatives are, I do think everyone collaborating and sharing keys would be the best solution. But that's just me.

Dulcinea seems so sweet, but she's probably up to something

Harrow stop hiding relevant information from Gideon! Gideon stop sacrificing yourself for Harrow and then going back to snarking at her! Just communicate, you idiots!

I'll update again when I finish the book!

I'm about to start reading The Locked Tomb series... so here's what I know about it beforehand, since seeing a non-fan's idea of what something is about is always funny:

The main characters are Gideon, Harrow, and Nona. Are they all "the ninth"? The book titles seem to imply that. Ninth what?

They're necromancers

Also maybe nuns? There's some kind of religious aspect to it

God is a character. Or maybe he's a guy named John. I've heard "Jod", does this mean John-who-is-God or the ship of John/God?

They're in space, but this is not actually very important

I think it's Gideon and Nona who have a romantic relationship? But also they spend a significant amount of time apart

Is wearing skull face paint just a necromancer thing?

Side note: It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that the woman(?) on the cover is wearing sunglasses and those aren't just the skull's eye sockets

There's something called a lector I think. Is that a necromancer-nun?

A writing blog I read years ago critiqued the magic system where one of the characters seems to sacrifice herself or something at the climax of one book.

The overall vibe seems to be dark comedy, chaotic but with grounds for some deep analysis about religion and such.

Let's see what I got right and what I was totally wrong about!

[starshipsofstarlord]

Princess | JJ Maybank

Warnings; jealousy, mentions of drugs, and use of drugs.

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She was rising through the ranks on figure eight, and soon, she would overtake the one, the only, Sarah Cameron. It was infuriating, no one had heard of this prissy girl in a while, and here she was, already beginning to replace the blonde.

“Uh.” Sarah groaned, noticing how even her brother was flocking over you, even Topper had returned to the dark side after his helpful stunt.

“What’s wrong Cameron?” JJ asked her, following her eyeline, and carrying his gaze along it, until he found the centre of her irritable - a group of kooks, her own.

“The princess is back in town.” She groaned, noticing how you walked through your entourage, oblivious to any of the pogues that resided on this side of the island. It was as though you didn’t hold a grudge against their species, but that was her thing, you were just trying to copy her actions.

Hell, for all she knew, you’d hook up with a southsider too, and attend the parties at the boneyard as though you were one of their own.

She knew her attitude towards you was petty, but she just couldn’t help it. You now had everything that she had lost, she was even stared down by her dad and step mother, both of whom were mildly disappointed in the side that she had taken within the whole ordeal.

“I thought that was you.” JJ noticed how her mood had turned sour, and he was aware that it was his duty to cheer her up. If John B returned with their drinks, and saw that his girlfriend was displeased, he would be the one to take the blame as it was his company that was keeping her from boredom.

“That girl.” She pointed you out, JJ’s eyes scanning every dip and curve, each mark and mole, upon your body, memorising every inch of- “is the kook. Used to have the mantle of princess before I did. Don’t dirty your hands with her Maybank, she’s a spoilt brat, and whatever she wants, she gets.”

“A kook? Not my type.” He assured her, the whole form of your beautiful being crumbling in his eyes, all because of what you essentially were. A golden finger, in the dirt of his home.

🏹

The Cameron’s house was large, but you smiled, knowing that you lived in one with a bigger foundation, and more floors. Material items were value on the island, it gave way to status.

“Hi Mr Cameron.” You greeted him, with a pristine smile that would knock him dead. Rafe was beside you, content with your obliviousness to the things that he had done.

His father had told him to find a rich, pretty thing. They were the least suspecting ones, too occupied with spending cash and dolling themselves up. It is what he himself had done, after he had worked his way up to kook status, but the wife he now had, well she was as devious and power hungry as him. They fit perfectly.

“Nice to finally meet you y/n, I’ve heard a lot about you, not only from my son but practically the whole island. Is it good to be back?” He shook your hand, noticing the small smile slip onto his son’s face.

“It’s great, nowhere is quite like home.” The hierarchy on Outer Banks was its most predominant feature, no where else quite had an order that lacked most of itself in the same way.

“I need to talk to Rafe here for a moment, would you mind waiting here?” He expectedly asked, and once more, you could only plaster on a false expression, and happily nod.

“Not at all.” Was your reply, and as soon as they had disappeared, you were left awaiting for their return. You plucked at the skin around your nails, and tapped your foot, trying to reduce the enveloping silence that made you feel small and anxious.

Another person entered the room, making you slowly spin to greet them. It was Sarah, and a look of worry crossed over her face, it was quite amusing. The Sarah Cameron, was concerned for you.

“Rafe isn’t a good guy.” She spoke slowly, thinking that you were interested in her older sibling. It made you quirk your eyebrow in surprise, you had never expected her to talk about her family to you, or at all in general. “You can do a lot better.”

“Don’t worry Sarah, I don’t want him, nor do I want to be the so called ‘princess’ of this wealthy establishment. I hate figure eight, it sucks. It’s boring, it’s just parties here, and parties there, but they’re all sophisticated and you have to dress nicely. Sure, the luxury is great, the expectations of washing your hair every day, wearing perfume that literally burns my eyes, and having to dress so- ugh, it’s just gross. You can take the throne back if you want, it’s not too comfortable, it squeezes me in all th wrong places.”

Your paragraph of speech left Sarah in shock, you had been faking it all along. The laughs were all pretend, the smiles were all forced, and she no doubt had one thing left on my mind. “Then why, out of all the kooks, are you hanging it with my brother?”

Nonchantly you shrugged, a sparkle flaring in your eyes. “He thinks he’s gonna get laid, and so until he realises that he isn’t, and he can’t touch this hot bod, then I get free weed.”

“Well played y/l/n, well played.” Nobody had used Rafe and had to give nothing in return, yet you had found the perfect trick.

“He also thinks I’m a virgin, sooooo, my contract is going to last a while, I suppose.” She almost laughed at that, she wondered how you had given him that impression in the first place. Before you had moved, she had seen you makeout and consentually grope countless guys, leading them to dark corners and your empty car.

It wasn’t something that she had ever admit, but for the first time in her life, she thought that you’d make the perfect friend. You sounded just like a pogue, but instead you were living the ‘high life’, and rolling in the cash and smokes that were thrown your way, with no charge.

🏹

JJ on instinct, creased his face up at the sight of Sarah leaving John B and the others at the boneyard, only to walk over to an intruder. She had told him that she didn’t like her, however her stride and smile supposed otherwise.

“Who’s that?” John B leant over his friend’s shoulder, watching his girlfriend interact with a stranger.

“The kook princess.” JJ informed him, spitting the name out of his mouth, glaring at the kook that had the nerve to once again, walk onto his side of his island. And not only that, but to invite herself to the party.

“She got a name?” John B asked, and that was when JJ realised, that he didn’t know it. Before you had moved, you kept to your side of the island, but the times were changing, with relationships and friendships between pogues and kooks beginning. All you wanted was to be accepted, and if they didn’t like the fact that you were born a kook, then that was most definitely their problem.

“Hey, I’m so glad that you could make it.” Sarah greeted you, you shyly smiled, still not familiar with her being so polite to you. You’d notice her cast you the stink eye on more than one occasion, and how she would speak about you at school in the time prior to your move away.

“I still don’t understand why you invited me.” You honestly said, uncertain by her intentions. If she had other motivations, then you could deal with them, she wouldn’t be the first one to try and challenge you for your position. And either way, you didn’t want it, it were only a weight on your shoulders, but some kooks wanted you to remain their royalty, and so by their reputation, you did.

You pulled a blunt from your shorts pocket, and lit it, inhaling slowly and awaiting an answer from the relaxant. It calmed you, and made the thoughts of being the only kook here, excluding Sarah, go away.

“I want you to meet my friends.” She spoke, and you nodded, more entertained by the smoke that rolled out of your mouth than her intentions. Her hand grabbed your own, and she began to drag you through the sea of people, until she reached a small fire pit, where four people were sat.

You already knew of them, John B being the one on your side of the island the most. It of course was because of Sarah, and her successful attempts to seduce him, and sneak him into her room.

“This is y/n.” She told them, and you didn’t notice the way JJ focused on the weed that hung from the clasp of your fingers. He was surprised by the consumption you had of it, and watched intently as you went in for another puff.

You weren’t just a kook, you were a stoner. Perhaps the two of you had something in common after all, maybe you weren’t this spoilt brat entirely.

🏹

“Pass me the goddamn lighter J!” You beckoned at the blonde, who held the red automatic match out of your reach. On instinct, you crossed your arms, and poured, causing the boy to laugh.

“Don’t do that, you look like a spoiled kook.” His words only earnt himself a glare, and so he reached down, plucked your blunt between his fingers, and lit it. He took a puff before placing it between your own lips. “Technically we just kissed.”

“Geez, I really am spoilt.” You rolled your eyes, as the pair of you stood out of the chateau, where it was the two of you alone. Everyone else was inside, watching a movie, and they didn’t want to get high off the fumes, instead they’d rather remember the ‘cinematic details’, as Pope put it.

“It was a joke Princess.” He rubbed your head, messing up your hair, but he knew that you didn’t care. Appearances weren’t your most entailed feature, you only dressed up to the nines to please your parents. But here, with him and the rest of your friends, you could be yourself. You weren’t a kook or a pogue, instead you were just y/n.

“You need to stop going on about kissing me Maybank, otherwise I might think that it’s something you actually want to do.” You smirked, noticing how his cheeks reddened slightly, and the normally confident male gulped.

“Well...” before he could say more, you lightly pushed him, but he soon grabbed you, and the blunt out of your mouth. “Maybe I do.”

“Maybe I want you to as well.” You flirted with him, eyes darting between where he was licking his lips, and the blunt that was gently held in the pads of his fingertips. “Tell you what, if I gift you with a kiss, I get my property back.”

“Princess you gotta stop that, you can’t call me your property, I’m a person too babes.” You groaned at that, he knew full well what you were speaking about, but he had to be a tease in every conversation that the pair of you had.

“Shut your mouth pogue.” Your words weren’t what shut him up, instead you grasped the fabric of his baggy, sleeveless shirt, and pulled his mouth to your own, your tongue instantly prying its way towards his own, breaking through the seal of his lips.

Distracted, he dropped the blunt, and cupped both sides of your face. He was in heaven, finally he had given into the kook, and vice versa. He was glad to have learnt your name, and everything that you had to offer.

[krinsbez]

The Heroes, A Pulp Hero Crossover Series Concept: Attempt Two

So, last year, the the idea popped into my head of a Prestige TV Series about Pulp Heroes. It would be called The Heroes, and it would be an anthology, which each season focusing on three-four Pulp Heroes, at least one of whom would be less high profile. The plot would connect different heroes, but they would not, necessarily, intersect.

The game then would be to come up with various seasons of this show. Ideally, we’d develop it thoroughly, envision the title and plot of each episode, fancasting, etc. 

With the assistance of @jcogginsa, @maxwell-grant, and @skjam we managed to do quite a bit of work on the first few seasons, though we didn’t complete any of them. The project then moved to discord (although @skjam didn’t come along for reasons unclear to me) after awhile, as such projects do it eventually ran out of steam and was abandoned. With the permission of the first two...belatedly I realized I should’ve asked @skjam also, sorry about that buddy!

Anyways, I plan on trying to revive the project.

First, what we came up with so far: we can uses these or discard them as anyone joining the project desires. If you’d like you can trawl through the tag and look at all the old tumblr convo here: https://krinsbez.tumblr.com/tagged/The%20Heroes

In the meantime, some summaries (made by @maxwell-grant):

(note: we decided to have a running gag of having every season include a stinger or cameo involving the greatest villain of the Pulps, and one of the greatest villains of all time; The Insidious Dr Fu Manchu. For obvious reasons, I understand if folks wanna drop this)

SEASON ONE: California Scheming

THE PLOT: Newly installed San Francisco Police Commissioner James “Wildcat“ Gordon (secretly the vigilante known as The Whisperer) is being pressured by the Mayor (and the political bosses who back him) to capture the notorious thief known as the Domino Lady. Meanwhile, the woman herself visits a friend in LA, where they attend a performance of Bigelow’s Air Circus, and is taken by the star of the show, a handsome pilot named Cliff Secord, much to the dismay of his girlfriend Betty. All three soon become involved in the machinations of the fiendish Doctor Satan, who plots to poison the entire city with a disease only he has the cure to, assisted by the giant Lothar who has a personal grudge against Cliff. 

-THE ERA: The ‘30s

-THE LOCATION: Los Angeles and San Franciso

-THE HEROES: The Rocketeer. The Domino Lady. The Whisperer

-THE VILLAINS: Doctor Satan. Lothar.

CAST

-Hayden Panettiere (sp?) as Ellen Patrick/The Domino Lady

-John Mulaney as Cliff Secord/The Rocketeer

-Christian Bale as “Wildcat” Gordon/The Whisperer

 -Dan Stevens as Doctor Satan

-Jenna Coleman as Betty

-Carel Struycken as Lothar

1. Introduction to Cliff Secord, establishing his status quo, doing some daring do. Ellen takes in a performance of Bigelow’s Air Circus while visiting a friend in LA, and uses it to start flirting with Cliff, who’s currently in the doghouse with Betty. There are references to San Francisco’s reformist mayor having appointed Great War hero James Gordon as Police Commissioner (whom the audience will expect to be a mature and reasonable authority figure) to crack down on corruption. Cliff’s backstory is lightly discussed, but there are no Flashbacks. Episode ends with the introduction of Wildcat Gordon being the hotshot unruly jackass he is. He shows up while Cliff and Ellen are at at a nightclub, to arrest an obnoxious gangster after punching out his bodyguard, while flirting with his moll. Might get into a fight with Cliff as the episode ends.

2. We open in San Francicso, where the Mayor tries to browbeat Wildcat into going after the Whisperer and the Domino Lady. Wildcat agrees to do the latter, making lots of double entendres about how he’d like to get his hands on DL, etc. suggesting he isn’t taking this seriously. Because he’s not. Focuses on Wildcat’s character, including flashbacks to his backstory. Episode ends with a planned sting. 

3. Introduction to the Domino Lady character, with her undertaking a heist. She knows of Cliff and Gordon's alter-egos and is manipulating them. Gordon is forced to put on an effort to catch her. We see her escape from the sting, using the fight as a distraction. Betty attempts to seduce Wildcat and fails at it. Has the scene where Quick Trigger and Peevy commiserate. Ends with one of the police officers reporting to a mysterious boss that he failed in capturing the Domino Lady, and dying as tree branches burst out of his skull, revealing Doctor Satan. Ascott Keane could be introduced in this episode.

4. Characters begin to investigate Doctor Satan. The Mayor refuses to believe something so outlandish as Doctor Satan exists and assumes Wildcat is screwing with him, until he shows up with proof. Keane is called in by Wildcat to help with the Domino Lady case. Ascott Keane seems to have it all figured out, and then Lothar makes his debut by murdering him. 

5. Cliff and Lothar’s backstories are shown in Flashbacks, as the action ramps up in the present. Ends with Domino Lady being brought to Doctor Satan, who pressures her into stealing the Rocketeer's rocket pack. He wants the rocket pack since he plans to spread a plague across the city by aerial means, to hold it in a grip of terror as he’s inevitably the only one who has a cure, and he wishes to take Domino Lady as his bride in order to protect her.

 6. Ellen’s backstory shown through Flashbacks. She succeeds in stealing the rocket pack, and Doc Satan imprisons her in his lair. She has a moment of kindness with Lothar that results in him freeing her, as she reminds him of his lost friend Teena. After he lets Domino Lady escape, Doc Satan activates the plague inside Lothar and leaves him to die. He doesn't.

------------------------ASSORTED PLOT POINTS---------------------------

 -Primary focus is on Cliff and Ellen, with Wildcat or his alter ego mostly showing up to wreck things.

-Important people, crooked and not, have been putting pressure on the Mayor of San Francisco to Do Something about the Domino Lady. He, in turn has been putting pressure on Wildcat. Wildcat decides to pretend to give into said pressure so he has an excuse to pull resources from the hunt for his own alter ego, and because it gives him an excuse to play up his playboy bonafides in the press

-Ellen is aiming for a threesome with Cliff and Betty, and to help Cliff and Betty get over some of their drama.

-Ascott Keane is set up as some sort of invincible hero at first, the guy who has figured everything out and has the best chance of stopping Doctor Satan by himself and securing the jetpack and stopping the criminal Whisperer and Domino Lady, because he is the Great Detective and yadda yadda, cue him being killed off abruptly just when it seems he’s gonna close the caper.

-At some point, testosterone-poisoned meatheads that they are, Cliff and Wildcat get into a fistfight, at one point laying punches on each other at the exact same moment, which leads to male-bonding. Later, the Rocketeer and the Whisperer get into a fistfight, and do the exact same thing, which leads to them realizing each other’s secret identities.

-At some point Peevy and Quick Trigger commiserate over the young maniacs they’re mentoring.

-By the end of the story, Doc Satan has henchmen on standby dressed in a version of Cliff’s outfit, complete with a crude version of his jetpack. They are the ones meant to fly over the city and administer the plague. Doc Satan had them on standby while he distracted the heroes. Just as the henchman prepare to take off, Lothar enters their base, dragging himself to their location, mutated by whatever it is that Doc Satan injected him with. And then he finds a small army of Cliff Secords before him.

-After the great off screen carnage, the heroes find Lothar, who drags himself towards Cliff to kill him again. Domino Lady puts him out of his misery while Cliff somberly reacts to a death he knows he carries blame for.

-There will be a stinger as one of the few remaining minions reports to his true master.. the Insidious Doctor Fu Manchu, who is pleased that Satan’s mad plan was foiled before it could interfere with his own operations in San Francisco, and that the fruits of his research are now in his own hands.

SEASON TWO: The Deadliest Game

THE PLOT: General Zaroff, the antagonist of The Most Dangerous Game, has acquired a new beast to hunt: Larry Talbot, the Wolfman. Zaroff sinks a cruise ship, which he believes Doc Savage is aboard, believing that Savage will survive and make it to Zaroff’s island, where Doc can help him in taking out the horrible beast that's been terrorizing the island, with Zaroff intending to later hunt Savage after he's proved himself. Unfortunately, he’s misinformed, because the Savage aboard the ship is actually Patricia Savage, not Clark. And she's brought along a friend in Jane Porter, whose loved one may be far too much of a beast for Zaroff to deal with. 

-THE ERA: The ‘30s.

 -THE LOCATION: A jungle island in the Caribbean

-THE HEROES: Pat Savage. Jane Porter Clayton, Lady Greystoke. Laurence “Larry” Talbot

-THE VILLAINS: General Zaroff. The Wolf Man

CAST:

-Jemaine Clement as Gen. Zaroff

-Adrienne Palicki as Pat Savage

-Ginnifer Goodwin as Jane Porter Clayton, Lady Greystoke

-Bryan Cranston as Larry Talbot/The Wolf Man

-Braun Storwman as Ivan

-Jason Momoa as Tarzan

--------------------------------------THE STORY SO FAR-------------------------

 -Zaroff has let the Wolfman loose on his island, with the intent of passing him off as a beast terrorizing the local populace. The reason he does this is because he quite admires Doc Savage, and before he hunts the man, he’d like to hunt alongside him. Pat and Jane are initially a disappointment to him, as he figures that women aren’t really good enough to make for an entertaining hunt. However, when Pat and Jane hear about the ‘beast’, they insist on helping the hunt.

 -We might want to have other shipwreck survivors around, whom Zaroff is using as hostages to force Pat and Jane to participate in the hunt. Possibly some natives (or a colony descended from escaped slaves, or both) whom Zaroff leaves alone because he doesn’t think of non-white people as being worthy prey? There needs to be people around for the Wolfman to threaten as part of Zaroff’s scheme.

 -The climax of the first hunt sees Pat, and Jane work together to ‘kill’ it. Pat and Jane don’t know that it is a person at this point  I’m imagining that first Zaroff manages to lure it into a lethal trap, possibly a spike pit, only for it to survive. Then Pat and Jane working together manage to ‘kill’ it, by Pat setting it on fire, which creates an opening for Jane to decapitate it with a machete, the head falling into a river while the body burns. This is what makes them worth the hunt. As for the Wolfman, it’s head is still alive, and the next time he appears, it’d be as Larry, with his full body back. So the Wolfman is thus established as something that can slaughter anyone in a one on one fight, and who is unkillable (by any means available on the island, at least)

-In the process of hunting the Wolfman and (seemingly) killing him, Zaroff becomes impressed enough with them that he decides they’re good prey after all. Jane and Pat eventually meet up with Lawrence, who tells him of Zaroff’s original plan of hunting Doc. They figure that if Zaroff’s goal was just to hunt Doc, he could have simply sent Pat to inform him of the ‘threat’ so as to lure him to the island, and that the only reason why he wouldn’t have done so would be because it would draw Tarzan to the island as well. That’s when they put together the Tarzan fake out plan

-Tarzan does not appear, physically, until after the series ends. He instead becomes essentially the Crocodile to Zaroff's Captain Hook, as Zaroff is both unreasonably excited at the prospect of hunting Tarzan, and scared shitless as he comes to realize that, not only Tarzan is WAY out of his league, and will inflict unimaginable horrors on him if he ever finds out Jane was in danger, but the prospect of Tarzan becoming a werewolf starts tormenting the Count's dreams, causing him to be more desperate to kill Jane quickly and get out of the island. For our heroes, the time is ticking until Zaroff finds them. And for Zaroff, the time is ticking until Tarzan finds him. Will our heroes defeat Zaroff and escape? Will Zaroff kill one or more of them before Tarzan arrives? Will Tarzan arrive in time?

-We have a good spectrum of attitudes towards adventuring; Pat is all for it, Jane has no strong feelings one way or the other, but accepts that they’re an inevitable result of being married to Tarzan, Larry hates it. Jane has been sleeping next to a ruthless, savage killer with a sadistic streak for decades, so she’d probably be less freaked out by the contrast between Larry and his unwanted alter ego than Pat. Subplot of Pat trying to convince Larry not to despair because she’s (justifiably) confident Doc can find a way to fix him.

 -The Wolf Man tears Ivan to shreds.

 -The girls and Talbot defeat Zaroff on their own. At some point within the season, Zaroff begins receiving updates from his servants, regarding the approach of Tarzan, eventually getting to the point where Tarzan is actively on the island, and Zaroff has to move quickly so as to simultaneously hunt the girls while avoiding him. Then in the climax, the truth comes out: Tarzan was never there. The updates on his approach were orchestrated by the girls, as a form of psychological warfare to throw Zaroff off his game.

-The Fu Manchu cameo for this season takes place in a Flashback. He’s the one who procured The Wolfman for Zaroff. He did so by simply tracking down Larry and talking him into it. Fu might have even convinced Talbot to serve him by convincing him that he could cure him. Maybe Fu wants to test Zaroff’s strength by pitting him against the Wolf Man, and to that end, he told Talbot that he would help him if he could defeat the rogue Count, so that, whoever wins, it’s a win for him as well. Zaroff offered to let him join the hunt, but Fu declined. Fu did lure Jane into the island with the specific intend of turning Tarzan into a wolfman, in the hopes of chaining his power. He does not succeed, but he does appear after it's all over, to collect a new prize.

-In the end, Zaroff is turned into a werewolf, locked into the form of a wretched man-beast for the rest of his life. The monster in his dreams was himself all along, and now he's not even a hunter anymore. Just another pet belonging to Fu Manchu's animal collection.

SEASON THREE: Detectives Dead & Dying

THE PLOT: The Great Detective Sherlock Holmes has died of old age. His funeral is attended by his best friend, the elderly Dr. John H. Watson, as well as a veritable Who’s Who of those who have followed in his footsteps. Among them, the Occult Detective Sar Dubnotal, who surprisingly, is contacted by the ghost of the deceased Holmes, who warns that something untoward is afoot in the afterlife, preventing him from moving on until it is dealt with… 

THE ERA: The early ‘40s.

THE PLACE: The South Downs.

THE CHARACTERS: Sar Dubnotal, John Watson, Nita Van Sloan, The Ghost of Sherlock Holmes, Other Great Detectives.

CAST

-Roshan Seth as Sar Dubnotal

-Peter Capaldi as Sherlock Holmes

-Eva Green as Nita van Sloan

-Vincent D’Onofrio as Dr. John H. Watson

(this one is rather lacking in development, also don’t really remember what we did come up with)

SEASON FOUR: The Hounds of Hell

THE PLOT: New York City, the 1980s. The underworld of NYC (and the rest of the East Coast, for that matter) rest firmly under the heels of Grendel…with one notable exception. The local branch of the Si Fan stubbornly refuses to kowtow to Hunter Rose, and he’s making them pay for it…and Fu Manchu, who has largely been outside America for the past decades and faded into urban legend, has decided he’s going to have to deal with this interloper personally. One of the daughters of Fu Manchu, in an attempt to break away from her father's control, teams up with her lover, a vampire named Varney, who claims to have been enslaved into servitude by Count Dracula himself. The two go to Grendel wishing to make a deal with him, so they may be free from their masters. Grendel does not believe in the rumors of Fu Manchu, and he does not take the idea of Count Dracula seriously, but he sees great utility in having a vampire around, especially when Argent the Wolf begins intruding more and more on his operations. No one suspects that Varney is, in fact, the infamous Count Dracula, returned and worse than ever before. Coincidentally, throwing over a century of Fu Manchu carefully avoiding crossing paths with The Lord of the Undead into the trash. It’s a threeway melee between the greatest of archfiends, the past, present and future of evil, and God have mercy on the souls that get caught in the way. Who will win, who will be broken, and what spoils of war will befall on the last one standing? 

THE ERA: The 80s.

THE PLACE: New York City

THE CHARACTERS (”heroes” and “villains” don’t really apply here): Grendel (Hunter Rose). Fu Manchu. Varney/Count Dracula. The Daughters of Fu Manchu. Argent the Wolf. Stacy Palumbo. Assorted POV characters.

CAST

-Grendel: Timothée Chalamet / Aramis Knight

 -Fu Manchu: Andy Lau / Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa

-Dracula: Sebastian Stan

-Argent the Wolf: Daniel Luján / Keith David

-Stacy Palumbo: Daphne Keen

(again, not as well developed, and again I don’t remember it as well)

SEASON FIVE: News of The Underworld

THE PLOT: Boy reporter Tintin, accompanied by Snowy the Dog and Captain Haddock, has arrived in America having somehow finagled a ridealong with The Avenger and Justice, Inc. Their current mission? An unknown gang has been knocking over museums all over the country and making off with artifacts, but not the most valuable. Our Heroes discover the leader of the gang is the infamous Tony “Scarface“ Camonte...who famously died in a shootout with police years ago. Turns out, before that he obtained a ring that once belonged to the Hyborian Age sorcerer Thoth-Amon, which is haunted by Thoth’s ghost, and brought Tony back ot life as an undead lich, intending to steal his body. But Scarface will was too strong, and the two have formed a weird partnership, and are gathering artifacts containing magical power. Since magic is something The Avenger and Co. have limited experience with, they recruit the assistance of one Dr. Henry Jones, Jr....

THE ERA: The late ‘30s (we’re fudging things quite a bit, I know)

THE PLACE: The United States (this one will be traveling around a bit)

THE HEROES: The Avenger. Tintin. Indiana Jones

THE VILLAINS: Tony “Scarface” Camonte. Thoth-Amon

(this is the season we were working on when the project ended, and is probably the least developed of all)

[heliads]

Breaking Barriers

You are a Winter Soldier, used to being a hired gun anymore and nothing else. When Sam Wilson calls you to help with the Flag Smashers situation, you assume it’s just a job like everything else. He might convince you otherwise.

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When you first see the call pop up on your phone, you’re not sure whether you should answer at all.

You recognize the name, you know who’s calling. You know who’s waiting on the other end. You also have a sinking feeling as to why they’re calling- you know you couldn’t stay dormant forever. You were a Winter Soldier, after all, and you would never be allowed to stay away from a fight for too long. No matter how much you wished you could avoid it.

In the end, you answer. James Barnes, as you suspect, is waiting for you to reply. He’s not alone this time, joined by one Sam Wilson. The Falcon, a possible Captain America, now an ally of the very man who once tried to kill him. Then again, if you were going by people who tried to kill him, you would also be on that list. You operated under harsh mind control, you lost every fragment of your reality and ability to think for yourself. You’ve only been able to recently claw back some semblance of control, and even that has been hard-won.

You had hoped that staying away from the fight, whatever fight it may be, would do something for you. After the war against Thanos, when you had fought your hardest only to die and be reborn into another fight, you had taken advantage of the time to relax. In a way, that brief death was one of the only true moments you had to yourself. In that instant, watching your fingers give way to ash and dust, you had thought for just a second that you would finally stop being someone else’s weapon. Then you had been brought back to life, and a gun had been shoved into your hands as you had been told to fight once more.

It wasn’t their fault, of course. The Avengers needed help, you were there. However, there is something nice about being asked whether or not you wanted to join Sam and Bucky’s cause this time around. Yes, there are strings attached, as there always seem to be, but there have rarely been jobs without them. You know Sam Wilson is a good man, and Bucky tries his hardest to be one. Of all the fights to start, this might be your best one so far.

You meet them at a small airport in the outskirts of Latvia. You’ve managed to make record time on your flight, but even from your first few footsteps in the dusty tarmac, you can tell that you arrived too late. Seconds before you landed, you saw the videos trending across the world. You saw John Walker, that false Captain America, raising Steve’s shield like a barbarian and using it to slaughter a man who was begging for his life. You know what this means, and you know why you’ve been brought here.

Even without the video, you can tell that something terrible has happened. There’s a haggardness in Sam’s face, a weariness that seems to line his brow. You hadn’t spent that much time socializing with the Avengers, as even the world’s mightiest heroes tended to shy away from silent, potentially mind-controlled soldiers who tend to operate between the darker shades of gray, so you couldn’t claim to know Sam as well as his other coworkers.

This being said, you’d come to see Sam as someone who always knew what to say. You’d watched with grudging admiration as he plied the tools of his trade: soft knocks on the doors of people who needed to talk, gentle reminders that it’s okay to let one’s guard down. He’s tried them on you before, but they never really stuck. You didn’t know him well enough to fully go along with his talks, or he was still too wary of you. 

You could hardly blame him- even Bucky Barnes was known first as a kind, courageous 40s-era veteran. No one knew anything about you; no files to prove your worth, to save you or damn you as someone worth the Avengers’ time. HYDRA had essentially erased you from history, and all the world knew about you is that you were one of the Winter Soldiers tasked with mindless killings up until Sam and Bucky had pulled you out. Even Bucky had Steve to back him up, but you had nobody. That is the way of the world, you suppose, not everyone has a protector. Some people have to pave their own way through.

Despite all this, though, it still shakes you to see Sam so worried. You didn’t realize how often you’d looked to him as a source of calm and reason until you saw him concerned. This alone is enough to make you lengthen your strides, closing the distance between you and the pair of Avengers until you’re standing only a few feet apart. Sam extends his hand without hesitation, and you try to match his trust when you take it.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N. You look well.” From anyone else, this would be a nothing, a pleasantry designed to get past the first few stages of protocol. From Sam, however, you feel something different. Like he might actually mean it, or know how to look for the good and bad in you. You’re not sure you were ready for that, or that you’re entirely displeased with the fact that he’s already looking out for you.

Sam gestures towards an awaiting vehicle at the far side of the airport, and the three of you begin walking. You nod once at Bucky, he nods once at you. Winter Soldiers, always knowing when to hold your tongues. Sam raises an eyebrow at this. “So the staring thing isn’t just him?” You smile inwardly. There’s the Sam you remember. Even this brief moment of humor, however, disappears quickly to be replaced by a look of concern.

“Judging by the fact that you’ve gotten here so quickly, I’m assuming you’ve seen the videos. John Walker has to be stopped before he does more damage, and we think he’s taken the super soldier serum. We could use your help in trying to get him to stand down or in taking the shield.” Even this last saying is phrased like a question. You can’t help but compare this to the way HYDRA or even the Avengers used to talk to you. Their speeches were always full of brief, harsh sentences saying exactly what would happen. You would fight, the enemy would not get away, you would stay until the job was done. 

Sam, on the other hand, always leaves a way out, an escape route if you need it. You’ve already taken his call, already arrived in Latvia. There’s no chance you wouldn’t be willing to take on this job, yet Sam still checks to make sure you’re fully on board with the idea. This simple act of empathy is oddly heartwarming, and you find yourself trusting the man even more.

You nod at him, forcing yourself to recollect your thoughts. You’ve been a soldier for a long time, far longer than you should have. You can at least pull yourself together and not act like a starstruck teenager just because Sam’s the only one in years who’s truly looked at you as something more than a weapon. But it does strike like something different, doesn’t it? That’s why it’s so hard to push aside.

“Sounds good. Walker won’t come quietly, though. He saw those cameras and kept going, I doubt he’ll hand over the shield without a fight.” Sam tilts his head in acknowledgement. “I would be surprised if he did. That’s why we’ve got you, though.” You raise an eyebrow. “Backup?” Sam grins. “A friend in case we die.” Maybe he keeps surprising you after all.

John Walker, as it turns out, does not like the idea of turning over the shield any more than you had thought he would. It ends up in a fight, as it usually does. Sam and Bucky approach first, as you had agreed, with you waiting in the shadows in case Walker decided to come out with fists swinging. When things had looked particularly dire, you had jumped in, using your enhanced strength to begin forcing the shield away from Sam’s exposed head.

Walker had glared at you, recognizing you the same way he had Bucky. “You’re another Winter Soldier. You’d turn to criminals instead of staying on my side?” This last part is directed towards Sam, who stands up with a grunt. Something flickers in your chest at the sight of blood slicing up his face. “She’s not a criminal. She is an ally.” Sam says. You’re surprised to hear the honesty in his voice. He truly believes you to be a friend. He might be the first in a long time.

Walker turns back to you, attacking with renewed vitriol. “It doesn’t matter. I am Captain America. The shield is mine, even if I have to take down another super soldier to get it.” You shake your head. “It’s not about the super soldiers, Walker. It’s about making the right call. And I’ve fought enough super soldiers in my time to know that this is the right one.” You manage to wrest the shield away from Walker long enough for it to clatter to the ground. At the sound of ringing metal, the fighting momentarily stops as everyone- Sam, you, Walker, Bucky- turns to face it. 

The din of metal on the ground fades away as it comes to a halt, and then everyone dives to either retrieve the shield or stop it from being retrieved by someone else. In a way, it kind of reminds you of the golden apples of immortality from the Greek Myths- one thrown, groups of mortals falling after them. The shield doesn’t just represent power as it does to Walker, it’s a legacy to uphold. The immortality of a name always seems to come with a legacy.

The fight ends with Walker unconscious on the ground, the shield finally returned to Sam. You watch as Bucky strides away after nodding one last time to Sam, then stand up yourself. Sam calls after you and you turn, seeing him silhouetted in the light of the empty door. The dark of the garage seems to hang around everything but him. It somehow seems right on him.

“Do you have a place to go? Somewhere safe? After this business with Walker, you’re going to get some unexpected callers.” You nod slowly. “I’ve been able to keep HYDRA off of my back for years. Disappearing without a trace is my specialty. I’ll be gone before you know it.” Sam considers this for a second. “What if you didn’t have to do that?” You cock your head at him, confused, and he takes a step forward. The light from the door seems to follow him in, reflecting off of the sharp white lines and metal details on his suit. 

“There’s a place in Louisiana. Delacroix, near the harbor. I have family there. You can come visit, if you like.” You smile, feeling the refusal already rising to your lips. “I appreciate the offer, Sam, but if you’ve got family then I probably shouldn’t be there. I attend to attract trouble.” Sam shakes his head. “So do I. So does everyone in this line of work. It doesn’t mean you have to be on the run forever. Take a chance, Y/N. It might pay off.”

With that, he leaves, disappearing into that window of light to the outside world once more. You watch him go, thinking over what he said. There’s a small motion from Walker and you glance over sharply, relaxing when you realize he’s still unconscious. Well, he’s going to wake up eventually. You might as well take a trip and see what you find in Louisiana.

Bucky ends up having the same idea as you, and the two of you meet up for the drive in. Once in Delacroix, it turns out to be fairly easy to find Sam- just follow the train of people congregating around one particular sun-bleached boat bobbing away by the dock. Sam’s gaze lights up when he sees you, and for some reason seeing his happiness makes you feel a little better about coming. You had always been taught that this lightness in your chest, this carefree feeling, was a distraction, something that would only serve to make you worse at your job. Yet why do you feel stronger now then you have in a while?

You don’t have that much experience with boats, but everyone around you seems willing to teach you. You’re not sure whether they recognize you as a murderous Winter Soldier from the news or are just willing to overlook it, but everyone seems ready to accept you as yet another visitor. You can see how this place shaped Sam- his unwavering kindness is present in every single face you see.

You end up working almost all day, and find yourself relaxing on the dock as the golden light of dusk starts to reflect out across the horizon. You hear steps echoing down the dock, and seconds later, someone sits down beside you. “I’m glad you came.” You turn to Sam with a slight smile. “I’m glad too. There’s a new kind of feeling here, something I haven’t had in a while. It’s good to get away from everything and just take a second to breathe.”

Sam gestures towards you in agreement. “That’s the thing. We can all be excellent fighters, but you’re going to wear yourself down to nothing if you stay on the battlefield for too long. We all have to give ourselves a chance to rest.” His tone becomes softer. “That goes for you too, by the way. You are worthy of taking a break.”

You force yourself to laugh. “I didn’t realize I was going to be having this in-depth of a conversation tonight. I would have prepared myself.” Sam gives you a look. “You’re trying to avoid the topic by making jokes. You’re forgetting that I do counseling for the veterans. You can’t use any of the old tricks on me.” You raise an eyebrow. “I can try.” Sam shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “It’s too late, I already know what you’re up to. The point is, your past can only take you so far. You have a right to a good future, and you keep running from it.”

You sigh, staring out over the water. “I just- I’ve done so much. I don’t know who I’m supposed to be without it. Bucky had Steve, had an entire museum exhibition where he could go read up on who he was. I don’t know who I was before the Winter Soldier program because HYDRA wiped it all away. Without something to fall back on, how do I know who I am anymore?”

Sam reaches over, gently wrapping his hand around yours. It’s a surprisingly comforting gesture, and you end up getting so distracted by it that you forget to move your hand away at all. “I know who you are. You are Y/N L/N, the Avenger who would never give up on a fight if she thought it was good. You have a drive unlike anything I’ve seen before, and you’re the one person I called because I knew you would always have my back. I trust you, Y/N, and I know that you will be able to find a place for yourself. You found a place with me, if it’s worth anything.”

You smile at him. It’s a full smile this time, unburdened by worry or fear of the past. “It’s worth a lot, Sam Wilson. To me, it’s worth everything.” When he kisses you, you’re not surprised at all. Just happy that it would be him to finally break down your barriers, and to convince you that you are worth all of the time and energy and love that he will have for you.

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Mending Bridges

FINALLY found my writing mojo again! Not sure where it's been other than hiding under a rock somewhere... and it is back in style with some rather mean John fic.

@gumnut-logic thank you for poking the muse with me <3

John hadn’t really wanted to go back, but Eos was persistent as ever and always seemed to know just how to persuade him. It shouldn’t have really surprised him, she was born of his mind, and all Tracy’s were just as stubborn.

Which was perhaps what made going back quite so hard.

When it came to his family he knew no bridges were really burned. Charred maybe, definitely missing a few struts, but never truly beyond repair.

At least so he hoped.

Some brothers were more forgiving than others.

Virgil had been the obvious person to reach out to. The peacemaker, the one that had been the last to give up on John himself. He had hardly even needed to ask forgiveness, had barely admitted how screwed up his plan had been before his heavy-lifting brother had insisted it was forgotten.

His invite home had been quick to follow but he knew that more apologies were needed before he would dare consider the trip.

Tears had flowed as he had met his father’s eye across the hologram, unsure of what to expect of a father so hardened by life but so deep rooted in a belief that family was everything.

A belief that John had shut out so hard and fast out of fear and hurt.

“I’m sorry.” Had been the first thing to pass his lips, something in his chest shattering at the realisation of just how much he had missed his father’s reassurance, grown man or no.

There hadn’t been anger in the grey-blue of his father’s eyes. That had been what John had expected. What kind of son upped and left just years after bringing their father home? He had been sure there would be scorn, after everything the family had fought for he had been the one to simply walk away.

“Are you well, son?”

It had sounded wrong, and John knew better than to blame the connection. The crack in his fathers voice had been nothing to do with static, nor had the glassiness in his eyes.

Assurances that he was as well as he could be had seemed to be enough for his father to ask if he was returning to the Island. Though from the look in his eye, John had been sure it was a plea rather than a question.

It had felt almost as shameful as leaving had done to ask for a ride.

Not that Dad had minded in the slightest. He had seemed more than willing to offer the lift personally, and it wasn’t until after he had hung up that John realised just what a relief that it had been.

Even for an introvert, he knew he had been away from his family for too long.

Looking back, he realised that he had needed them in that time more than ever.

Perhaps Eos had been right, his stubbornness had done him more harm than good.

Her point was only further proven when his father had arrived and John had collapsed into tears at the realisation of just how long it had been. Apologies had fallen unbidden from his lips as Dad had pulled him into his chest with assurances much softer than John thought he deserved.

“John?”

He hadn’t expected the voice, and his father had looked only slightly apologetic at the appearance of his youngest brother in the doorway.

His baby brother that was no longer a kid.

No longer a kid, but still showed fear as if he was.

Guilt had turned his chest to ice.

Alan had immediately melted it.

His kid brother always had been quick to forgive.

And always destined to outgrow his big brothers, John had quickly realised as they had walked down to the waiting car.

Gordon had called on the way to the airport, his own apology quick from his lips. Rescues came first, but that hadn’t meant he didn’t care.

Out of all of them, John had expected him to understand the most. Gordon was the one that had been the closest, the only one that truly had to face the reality of losing the most important thing in his life.

A quiet look across the comm had confirmed it. There didn’t need to be any apologies, his sea loving brother probably would have done something just as rash.

***

The cavernous hangar seemed smaller than he remembered, but the cool of the shade it provided was as welcome as ever. The smell of paint and hydraulics was familiar, one of the last memories he had had on the Island before he had left and one he had clung to with everything he had had.

Two was missing, as was Four in her tank. One and Three sat proud as they always had done, their colours just slightly off from what he had pictured in his head. He caught his gaze lingering a moment too long before he registered just what he was looking at in one of the darker corners of the gantry.

It was impossible to ignore the swelling in his throat as his eyes focussed on the clear fresh white of the number five painted on to one of the docking clamps.

He would never go up there again.

“Son.” Dad’s voice was soft as a warm hand caught his shoulder.

The shiver that ran through him was nothing to do with the temperature of the hangar.

“I’m fine.” He nodded, “Where’s Scott?”

“Lounge.” Dad murmured, “Are you sure you--”

“Yeah,” He cut him off, knowing it was a lie to both of them, “I need to do this first.”

It wouldn’t be the first time he butted heads with his oldest brother, in the back of his mind he doubted it would be the last.

The other pair hung back as he made his way along the familiar halls up to the lounge. Part of him felt wrong, like an intruder that wasn’t meant to be there. It had been far too long, and even then he knew now he had never been home as much as he should have been.

None of it had changed though, not the colour of the paint on the walls, nor the solid wood flooring at his feet. The pictures in the hallways of the residential areas were the same as they always had been. He had stumbled slightly at the entrance to the longe, catching himself at the sight of his own portrait still amongst that of his brothers in a uniform he would never wear again.

Scott was sat at the desk. Dad’s desk.

It was always Dad’s desk, even if Scott spent more time there than anyone.

Some things never changed.

“You’re back.”

He hadn’t expected him to speak first, though had been equally unsure as to what to say. There hadn’t been anything more to say to his big brother, not after John had ignored all the pleas for him to come home.

Where Alan forgave easily, Scott bore a grudge.

Especially when it came to family.

“I’m sorry.” He started, unsure what else there was to say.

“Sorry.” Scott scoffed, shaking his head as he sat back in the leather of the seat, “Like that fixes everything, huh?”

“No.” John agreed softly, knowing full well that apologies all round didn’t change what he had done.

He was back though, and very much in need of the family he had abandoned.

“Scott I know--”

“No!” Scott slammed his hands onto the wood of the desk, standing as he did with a glare as cold as ice, “You have no idea John.”

It was from years of experience handling his big brother that John knew better than to interrupt.

“You were dying.” Scott continued, holding his gaze as he spoke every bit of venom in his voice hitting hard, “I was watching you die from a thousand miles away and you wouldn’t let us do anything to help. You didn’t answer our calls, our texts. Eos wouldn’t even tell us what the hell was going on. For all we knew you could have been dead.”

All along John had known that was the crux of the matter. He knew just what he had done and how wrong it had been of him, even if he had had his reasons at the time.

He dropped his gaze as Scott’s voice softened to a disgusted whisper, “How could you shut us all out like that? Did you not think we would want to help?”

Of course he knew they would have wanted to help, they were his family, his brothers, helping was what they did.

“That was the problem.”

It was barely a whisper, but he knew Scott would hear.

His big brother always heard everything they had to say.

“What?”

“You all wanted to help.” He looked back up, finding his voice with his confidence, “I couldn’t do anything for myself. I’d gone from living practically alone to being constantly surrounded, I was losing everything Scott and I was being suffocated by it all.”

Wrapping his arms around himself in the only form of comfort he had known for so long, he looked out to the sea. The scene beyond the windows was one he knew so well, one he had longed for but not dared to return to.

“Everyone was trying to help, but I couldn’t help anyone. I’d lost my job, my home, my place. I was fighting a battle I thought I was going to lose. So I thought it would hurt less if I just left.”

He could see Scott’s reflection in the glass, could see big brother watching him leant over the desk.

“I’m sorry now that I did.” He continued, not trusting himself to look back, “I know that doesn’t change it, or make it okay. I don’t expect you to forgive me.”

The silence was long and painful. John could feel his stomach twisting tighter with every moment that passed until he was forced to glance over at Scott.

Big brother's shoulders had fallen, his entire face dropper from the steel that had been there just minutes earlier.

“We would have been there for you.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t mean to push you further away.”

“You didn’t.”

“Why didn’t you just ask for some time to yourself?”

He didn’t dare admit the truth, that he had asked but it hadn’t been heard - that his family had been so determined to make things better they had lost sight of what he had needed.

“He did, Scott.”

Both looked around at their father’s entrance.

John straightened, looking back to Scott to gauge his reaction to a truth he had been too afraid to admit.

“We just didn’t listen.”

Scott’s head whipped back to John, the single question in his eyes.

He could only nod in confirmation.

Hands clenched against the wood of the desk as Scott straightened his stance, gaze fixed on John as he shook his head slowly.

“And you’re here, asking us to forgive you?”

John shrugged, “You were all just doing what we always did… helping.”

“Yeah.” Scott scoffed with another shake of his head, “In all the wrong ways. Jeeze, John I...”

He stepped around the desk as he trailed off, crossing the space in two short steps.

“Are you okay?”

The lump in his throat had swollen again as his brother’s hand had made contact, his stomach rolling in a mix of so many emotions he wasn’t sure he could keep up. For all he had once protested against his brother’s displays of affection, it was something he had gone too long without.

“Remission.” He nodded, swallowing hard as his voice cracked, “I’m good.”

Arms that had been a safe haven since Mom had died wrapped around him, pulling him in to a familiar warmth that he so needed.

“For a genius you are such an idiot.”

He scoffed against Scott’s shoulder, “That makes two of us big brother.”

Across the room, Jeff Tracy smiled at his two boys, nodding in satisfaction and making a mental reminder to thank Eos later for getting John back where he belonged.

[gumnut-logic]

Callisto (Voyage - Bit 2)

Prologue Incident - Bit 1 | Bit 2 Fallout - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 Voyage - Bit 1 | Bit 2

As I continue to write the Prologue, have a little Lee Taylor and Jeff with some Johnny and Scott on the side.

As always, many, many thanks to @tsarinatorment​ @scribbles97​ and @janetm74​ for the ongoing support, as well as my technical advisor @onereyofstarlight​ for the geek out fest on the weekend ::hugs you all::

I hope you enjoy this. I’m certainly enjoying the challenge :D

-o-o-o-

Jeff stared after his son for a long moment. Emotion swirled in his head and tangled with his stomach. That lightspeed jump did mess with his innards more than he would admit.

But Virgil’s words messed him up even more.

What weren’t they telling him? What had happened to Scott while he was gone?

He had read a good percentage of the mission reports and backtracked through Tracy Industries’ history over that eight years. Scott’s conduct was exemplary. He couldn’t be prouder. Both organisations had flourished under his sons’ management, Scott being the major driving force, but his younger sons stepping in where needed.

Hell, even Gordon had dabbled in aquaculture and Tracy Industries was now a major player on that front.

Something soured in his gut that had nothing to do with lightspeed travel. Perhaps he needed to be a little more honest with himself. Maybe things had gone so well, that in truth, his return wasn’t really needed.

Scott was brilliant, his brothers…hell, Jeff was ever so proud. His sons were everything. They had accomplished so much.

But what did that leave for Jeff?

He cursed under his breath, disgusted with himself. His natural competitive tendencies did not need to be deployed against his own children.

But that vacant feeling of loss and lack of purpose swelled. He hadn’t even thought about not going on this mission. He had grabbed it like a lifeline and now, somehow, he had managed to alienate those brilliant young sons and caused pain and worry where he had no intention.

“Jeff? Where the hell are you?”

Lee.

Despite himself, Jeff smiled.

Pushing off from the bed, he floated through the door and into the corridor. Lee was expertly manoeuvring down one wall, his experience showing in every movement. “I have to say that this baby of yours definitely hits the spot. I’ll have two for the Mars colony, please.”

Jeff snorted. “Get in line. The GDF are already on my back.”

Lee pulled up alongside. “You gonna give them one?”

“I doubt it.” He sighed. “Val is ready to vouch, but from what I’ve read from the last eight years…I don’t think they can be trusted.”

“Then what are you going to do?” They drifted down the corridor towards the mess. “This technology is a great step forward.”

“Yeah. So much power, Lee. I’ve worried about the Thunderbirds getting into the wrong hands. This….hell…Brains and Michael make a formidable team.”

“Your boys make a formidable team, Jeff. You should be proud.”

“I am.”

Lee pulled him to a halt with a hand. “Then what the hell are you doing out here, Jeff? Gerry had me on the pipeline frantic.”

Jeff blinked. “Gerry?”

“The swimming one.”

“Oh, Gordon?”

Lee waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, whatever. But he was upset. Said you were trying to kill yourself.”

“What?!”

“Said your health wasn’t up to a long space flight. I know you know better than that, Colonel.” Blue eyes pinned him.

Oh, for the love of-

“I’m fine, Lee.”

“Bullshit. You may not be using that cane of yours, but I saw your medical charts when you got back. You fried your bones good, and your circulation has seen better days. Don’t think I’m an idiot. Gerry may be the excitable one, but he’s not dumb. Hell, even I can see Vinnie and Steve ain’t happy either.”

Jeff stared at him, caught between outrage that his best friend still couldn’t remember his sons’ names and the thought that Lee was also ganging up on him along with those sons.

“I am perfectly capable of handling this voyage. It is short. It is safe.”

Lee snorted with derision. “I know you know that there is nothing ‘safe’ about any space voyage, Jeff. Hell, you’re the one who taught me that. What are you playing at?”

That got his back up. “What am I playing at? Berry and Ju are missing, Lee.”

“Don’t you trust your boys?”

“I trust them!”

“Then let them do their jobs. You’ve done enough.”

Jeff glared at him. “I don’t see you retiring your space legs.”

“I didn’t go missing for eight years and fry my bones. You don’t have to do this. Your boys will find Berry and Ju. I’ve seen them in action. You should trust them.”

Jeff’s shoulders dropped. “I do.” It was an exhale. But... “Lee, I have to. I can’t sit on the sidelines anymore.”

Blue eyes stared at him, appraising. They weren’t unlike his eldest son’s eyes and probably shared the gene through Lucille.

The thought of his wife clenched his heart like it always did. Lee didn’t look much like his sister, but there were traces.

“Well, you’ve argued your ass out here. Looks like you’ve pissed half your family off in the process. I’d tread carefully. That eldest of yours looks ready to chew iron.”

Jeff grunted.

Lee reached out and grabbed an arm. “They’re good boys.” A swallow. “Lucy would be very, very proud.”

It was targeted and it hit perfectly. His throat tightened just a little. “I know.”

No more than breath. “I know.”

-o-o-o-

“I want to know why.”

John looked up from his tablet to see Scott floating in the doorway.

The astronaut knew this was coming. Hence his retreat to Thunderbird Five for a ‘systems check’.

“Because Dad needs this.” He turned back to his tablet, poked the device and shut down the scan he was running.

Scott pushed off the door frame and pivoted to a vertical stance - as a commanding posture as he could get in zero-g.

John raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment, forcing himself to relax in his partially seated position. He knew his brother was unhappy with him and he understood why. So, the question was a pertinent one.

“Dad does not need more illness and that is exactly where this is leading.”

“We won’t be out here that long.”

“How do you know? We don’t know what has happened? We won’t know fully until we are on site.”

John let his brother’s ire wash over him. “Scott, what are you going to do the day they say you can no longer fly?”

Blue eyes stared at him a moment. “What has that got to do with anything?”

John’s lips thinned. “Deny it all you want, but you know exactly what I mean.” He held his brother’s glare. “Dad has been grounded for nearly two years. Put yourself in his place. How do you think you would feel?”

He could see the inner turmoil on his big brother’s face. He hated going against Scott. It didn’t happen often, but it did happen and each time it hurt because it felt so wrong. Someone had to stand up for Dad in this and John feared the day he would be in his father’s place. To not be able to go into space. To never be able to see the stars unfettered by atmosphere again…he dreaded it. Just like he knew Scott dreaded losing his wings.

It was inevitable and they would both fight it as long as they could.

Just like their father.

But understanding didn’t make it any easier from a son’s perspective either. John knew in intimate detail exactly what his father’s health issues were. He empathised with him in ways that perhaps only Alan amongst his brothers could possibly understand. If he wasn’t careful, this was his future, too. Perhaps not as severe, perhaps not quite the same, but the risks were there.

His father’s cane reminded him every time he saw it.

Scott had already changed his rota on Five, Alan standing in more often, John on solid ground enough for cursed gravity to keep his systems running as they should.

Virgil had become hypervigilant as well, medical checks increased. He had once caught Dad’s chart up on display right next to his own, Virgil’s eyes comparing symptoms, obviously worried towards preventing issues before they happened in his little brother.

It had been a taxing couple of years.

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” It was grudging. “But it doesn’t remove the fact that his health is at risk. After all he’s been through…he’s been hurt enough.”

“Him or us?”

“Excuse me?”

“We have all been through hell and back. This isn’t just about Dad, Scott. I know. I’m just as scared as you.” He was, but he was shunting it away. He couldn’t afford it. “But this is who he is. You know that. He’s not going to wrap himself in a blanket, sit in a chair and rock his life away. If he did, he wouldn’t be Dad.” He blinked. “How do you see your twilight years? Are you going to slow down any time soon?”

“John-“

“He’s got all of us. He’s not alone out here. We’ll keep him safe.”

Blue eyes continued to stare at him, but there were no more words for a long time.

John simply stared back, calm and waiting.

“I am so angry at you.” The words slipped from his brother’s lips in frustration.

“I know.” John tilted his head just slightly. “Because you know I’m right.”

Scott got angry a lot, but he was rarely blinded by it. He couldn’t afford to be. And while Virgil tackled their big brother in his own way, John, in the few times Scott turned to him in this kind of situation, found that waiting him out with calm words usually worked. Not always, sometimes his brother just exploded more. But this time, this time John knew he was right and that Scott would understand, if he would listen.

His brother’s lips thinned, obviously with reluctance. “I want a medical monitor on him at all times. I want Five trained on him at all times.”

John arched an eyebrow, reached over and thumbed a switch. Their father’s vitals flickered into all their holographic glory. “Virgil already beat you to it. Wouldn’t let him on board without it.”

Those eyes tracked the readouts but Scott didn’t comment. “Keep an eye on him.”

John sighed and picked up his tablet again. As if he would do anything else. “Just like I do with all of you. They don’t call me the ‘Eye in the Sky’ for nothing.”

A grunt and Scott moved back towards the door. John poked at his tablet and resumed the scan he had been running. It wasn’t often humans were in this chunk of space and he planned to record everything he could.

If he was non-verbally dismissing his brother, it was on purpose. Scott needed to process and John was not needed for that.

And John had work to do before they jumped again.

He didn’t notice his brother leave.

-o-o-o-

Next

[chiantidinner]

THE UNCLE WORRIES

"Well, as you have the formidability of an Adler and the intellegence of a Holmes, I don't believe these moronic obstructions will interfere with the path you will take on in the future, now will it?"

\\~\\

"Yes, I'm fine- NO! Your father musn't hear about this!" Nero berated loudly to the phone stuck to his ear, hands flinging outwardly and feet rustling about outside the school gates.

The Adler-Holmes offspring had just retired from school for the day and was yearning to be back at the home-y confines of Bakerstreet; just him, his father, occassional (now, more often) visits from his mother, the skull on the mantelpiece, and the ghastly laboratory equipments filling the whole of the kitchen area - but it wasn't until he recieved the call from Rosie, aware of what had transpired between him and a couple of boys their age, who think themsleves as tyrants, and had offered a solution that involved telling John Watson about the matter at hand.

"You know he'll tell father and..." The boy paused, sighing, rubbing his elbow and hissing as he felt a slight sting of the movement, "Rosamund, don't you dare-"

Nero's attempt to dispose his friend out of the idea had suddenly died down his throat, ignoring her cries as he watched a black Jaguar car pull up right in front of him. His eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowing ever-so-slightly but his expression remained stoic, hearing how the car door clicked and started to swing open. Nero tightened his grasp on the phone and muttered lowly, "I have to go.", then ending the call. He carried his long limbs toward the opening, slowly rasing his chin to imply confidence. Assuming the man inside the car is who Nero thinks he is, he'd have to appear much like his father - though for what reason, he doesn't know.

As he steps closer, a figure of a woman in a suit with light brown hair comes to view - further proving that the man responsible to the mysterious arrival of the vehicle, is indeed his uncle and not wealthy kidnappers trying to take him as bait for his father to willingly catch (which, unfortunately, has happened more than once in his 16 years of life). The boy closed the door beside him as he sat down on the leather seat, sighing before turning to face Mycroft - his apprehension expertly covered by his naturally sour facade.

"Nero." The older man inclined his head to his direction, as a way of greeting, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"Good afternoon to you too, sir." the boy replied, still with a stoic and blank face.

Mycroft tried hard to hide his grimace as he heard his nephew call him: sir.

Ever since he was shown to Mycroft, it never really deemed him to be called uncle - much less ever being one - but the boy was different. The boy was far too brilliant and belongs to a far more extraordinary family than normal people would suspect. It impressed Mycroft how easily he could start a conversation with adults and then finds chatting with other children boring and annoying, how he could find clues in the most discrete of places at such a young age, and how he could act realistically and would use that against people that were worth the punishment, but he could say he wasn't the least bit surprised; he was Sherlock Holmes' and Irene Adler's son, after all.

"May I ask what could be so terribly important that you couldn't have just called me?" Nero replied pointedly, itching to get this over with and go home.

"I have heard about the shooting near your school and came to pick you up myself."

Nero's blank facade finally came crumbling down when it was replaced with pure confusion, mixed with a bit of shock, his face pulling into a grimace and his eyebrows knit together. The boy searched a reason from his uncle as he bore his eyes into his, but found that he didn't want anything from him and that his actions were from familial concern, apprehension, guilt (he didn't know where that came from), and, as much as he would deny, sentiment. He opened his mouth but no words came out, and the second try was unsuccessfull as well.

When he finally found the breath to reply, he choked out, "...Why?"

Much to the younger boy's surprise, Mycroft's demeanor actually softened; a soft grin played on his lips that spoke volumes, sharp brown eyes losing their sting. He looked nothing like what Nero had ever seen of his uncle, even his assisstant looked utterly surprised.

"Because I don't want my only nephew to become like my brother." Mycroft's eyes now showed signs of sadness and... guilt.

Ah, that's where that came from, Nero thought to himself.

"Really? Because I believe my father is in a good place. He receives inquiries for cases from the Yard, still gets to bring John Watson with him, and as much as he'd deny it.. he has his family. I would rather want to become like my father."

The British Prime Minister opened his mouth to speak, but not before something caught his eye: the scratches on Nero's elbow.

Nero covered his arms with his bag quickly upon realization, but the damage was done; Mycroft knew what happened to his nephew. He straightened and turned to the window - his face now unreadable and dismissive, a sharp contrast to the previous expression he donned.

"Tyrants." He spoke after a moment's pause, "Although they do not hold a single grudge in comparison to our intellect, they are the worst and most destructive enemies, us, Holmes' are destined to face - other than criminal masterminds. They are the ghosts that haunt our every sunny day, scribbled letters we keep in the very back of our minds." Mycroft continued with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his gaze slowly turning to the boy in front of him, a corner of his lips jerking upward knowingly (that somehow reminded him of his father's), "And you, to no surprise, have your own fair share, Nero."

For the first time since he stepped into the car, he allowed a one-sided but warm smile to appear on his face and felt pride fill his body. He wasn't proud that generations and generations of the family were ganged up and hurt, just because of their inexplicably curious nature. No. He was proud of the fact that they simply acknowledge the particular attribute each of them holds, that this experience may wound and scar them, but will always have their prodigious intellect as plaster.

"Well, as you have the formidability of an Adler and the intellegence of a Holmes, I don't believe these moronic obstructions will interfere with the path you will take on in the future, now will it?"

The car came to a halt and suddenly they were at the Bakerstreet pavement.

"Nevertheless," Mycroft ducked his head slightly and glanced upwards to see his brother watching the car from the window, and turned back to Nero, "I hope you take this little conversation of ours as a precaution to not take into account what those babbling baboons imply to yourself."

"You are a smart boy, Nero. Make use of your intellegence for the greater good."

With nothing else to say, the boy merely nodded slyly, grabbed his bag and went out the door. But as he stepped foot on the hard ground, his name was being called from inside the car.

"Nero."

The person donning the name ducked and poked his head inside with an expectant look on his pale face.

Mycroft hesitated and sighed in fustration, his lips pursed together in a thin line, "I-... I worry about you as I do with my brother. I don't want you going through what he did."

Nero ginned once again, this time honest and genuine, his eyes smiling along with his lips, "I am aware.. uncle."

Giving, one tight smile to Mycroft and his assisstant, Nero disappeared from the door and into 221B Bakerstreet.

It was then that Mycroft realized the boy was as much every bit of his brother, and at the same time, not.

\\~\\

First of all, thank you to everyone who read and had actually finished lmao. Second, WOHOO my first fic!!

I got this idea from my own headcanon that generations of Holmes' - from the Holmes parents, to Mycroft, Sherlock, and Eurus, then Nero - were belittled and made fun of, because of their extraordinary intellegence, whether that was in school, or in the world at large. So, I incorporated that into this fic, mixed in with 'responsible-and-protective-big-brother-Mycroft' but instead of brother, we have uncle to Nero because, why not?

I also sort of made this because I had writer's block and read somewhere to write what's inside your pretty little head to bring back your natural creativity...

But, back to the matter at hand, I hope you guys liked it and I would REALLY love if you left some feedback and suggestions as to how I can improve my writing skills.

Much love, R. xx