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imaginesrus · 4 years

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Bad Decisions

Reader x Francis ‘Ajax’ Freeman (Deadpool)

Summary: You were one of ‘The Workshop’s’ experiments however all that was behind you until you come home to find a certain manufactured mutant bad guy sitting on your couch looking for information.

Author’s note: So I recently rewatched Deadpool and had forgotten how much I loved Francis/Ajax in this movie and then this idea took hold and I couldn’t let it pass. Sorry if you are subscribed just for the Steve content but I’m experimenting with branching out a little. If you enjoy this and would like more please let me know. Suggestions for content are always graciously accepted.

You had never expected to see him again. After all, you had kept up your side of the bargain.

Five years.

Five years chained and collared to a purpose you couldn’t care about. Five years fighting a battle in which you had no vested interest, except to make it back each time in one piece.

When your time had finally come and your debt repaid you bent that silver collar until you had felt it snap-in on itself with a satisfying crack. Freedom had never felt so good.

But as it turned out old habits were hard to break and despite the yearning, you felt to return to the normal life you found yourself feeling something missing, and that was how you had found yourself dipping your toe into that life again. You lied to yourself that it would be just one more job, just enough so that you had enough money to set yourself up then you would return to normal. You told yourself that this was different. You had the choice of what jobs you would take on, you were no longer anyone's puppet. You were crafting your own path and direction, just not the one you had ever thought you would.

Besides ‘normal’ was no longer part of our vocabulary, and when curiosity had gotten the better of you you had discovered that 6 years missing was as good as dead to those you had left behind. You didn’t belong there anymore.

You closed the door of your apartment behind you eyes closing as you leant your head against the door. All you could think about was running your bath and slipping into the warm water, allowing it to ease your aching muscles. Perhaps even opening that bottle of wine you had been saving, a thank you of sorts from a pleased client who happened to own a renowned vineyard as a side project.

But it seemed that there was to be a change of plans when you saw the very man who had started this all, sitting casually on your sofa as if he owned it.

Fucking Ajax.

And he had opened that bottle of wine.

Your eyes flicked to the knife block that sat on the kitchen counter, while your hand remained on the doorknob. He took his time taking a sip from the glass in his hand before placing it calmly on the coffee table, your coffee table.

There were two clear options, fight or flight. Neither one was particularly appealing. But you were damned if you were going to let them take you in again, turn you back into a slave.

“I’m not here for a fight, Sweetheart.” He said calmly, as he rose from the couch and instinctively you edged your back against the door.

He held up his hands, showing that he had no weapon. Like he needed one. You had seen first hand that his body itself was enough of a weapon. You had wondered whether lacking the ability to feel he had become more machine than man.

“So why are you here then?” You ask, trying to steady your breathing as he continues to advance towards you, his stance open and inviting as if you were friends. But you can see the calculation in his eyes, watching your movements closely, ready for you to run.

“Can’t a doctor check-in with his favourite patient?” He asks with a quirk of his eyebrow and you let out a laugh. Unable to remain silent on the absurdity of the whole situation. “Share a drink reminisce?”

“One, calling yourself a doctor is a little generous don’t you think? And, two, I am far from your favourite patient.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” he replies with a smile, his eyes roaming over your body in a way you haven't noticed before. A way that creates a tangle of heat in the base of your stomach.

You focus again, pushing any of those ‘notions’ from your mind and coming back to the fact that he has advanced again, only a mere steps away and you still don’t have a plan, your gaze was drawn back to the knife block, out of reach.

“But maybe it is a little more than that.”

Of course, it is.

“Someone has been looking for me,” his jaw clenches and you revel a little in the thought that something has managed to get under his skin, “a frustrating little worm in a black and red suit.”

Now that rings a bell, in fact, the other night while you had been at Sister Margaret’s a man in one of those ridiculous superhero costumes had been asking around for someone. Swearing about revenge and retribution for what someone had done to him. You hadn’t paid too much attention, the bar usually attracted a few crazies in amongst the regulars but this one had been particularly determined to find a man called ‘Francis’.

“Wait, you’re Francis?” It was starting to come together now. He must have been part of the project as well, it was not surprising that Ajax was on someone’s kill list. You ruin numerous lives it is bound to catch up with you sooner or later.

“You’re the guy he is looking for?”

With that last question, the smirk is wiped from his face. His enhanced reflexes allow him to move quickly to box you in, his arms braced on either side of your body up against the door. His eyes dark as he stares you down.

Your heart is beating wildly and you struggle to maintain your focus. If you are to have any chance of surviving this encounter you need to remain calm.

“He was here?” There is a distinctive edge to his voice now, the casual friendliness no longer present.

“No,” you say, quickly shaking your head. “Not here. At that bar on the other side of the city, the dodgy one with the smart-arse bartender. It’s a good place to pick up jobs.” You explain quickly your mouth running away from you. Hoping that once you let him know that his trip to your apartment has proved fruitless that he will leave and you can start to immediately look for another apartment.

But he doesn’t shift his stance, leaving you blocked and trapped. His head tilts as he looks over you, and you feel even more nervous under his gaze.

“Still making use of those gifts then,” he smiles as his finger traces over your shoulder, travelling down your arm in a movement so slow and delicate it’s intention is explicit.

"Maybe you should give me a little demonstration?" He cocks his head to the side, examining you looking for a sign of weakness or hesitation, you refuse to give him the opportunity.

"How do you know I'm not already?" you quirk your eyebrow as your fingers twist just slightly. Your breathing remains controlled as you speak, taking satisfaction in the confusion in his eyes.

"Sometimes I forget that you can't feel anything. Not even the knife I've currently got pointed at your back. In between your L1 and L2 vertebrae if I 'm correct, but then again I'm not the doctor here. Now maybe this knife isn’t sharp enough on it’s own, but I’m sure I can put enough telekinetic energy behind it to sever your spinal cord."

Instead of retreating or freezing in place, he lets out a laugh.

“You have changed haven’t you?” You freeze as his fingers trace across your cheek, “Where is my timid little mouse?”

You turn your face away, breaking the contact as it stirs feelings you are not in the mood to confront tonight.

“She was lost after that first kill.” You admit, even though it was a blur, you remembered the look in their eyes as life fled their body as the results of your actions. A simple twist of your fingers had been all it took to snap a neck.

“Would you kill me?” amusement tinges his voice which makes you blood boil urging you to push the knife further.

“If I had to.” You tell him, even though the simple answer should be yes. Those years were stolen. Even though they were years that you would have never had otherwise. Ajax or Francis had always been an enigma to you. Never giving anything away of himself during your sessions.

You rise to your toes so that you can attempt to match his height. “You don’t hold the power here, not anymore.”

A smile broadens across his lips as he looks almost impressed.

“You know it wasn’t a complete lie when I said you were my favourite patient. Quiet, yes, but one of those spirits that are hard to break, I had to work hard to trigger that mutation. I had thought maybe after your mutation that you may work beside me, at the Workshop.” He sighed, “But a telekinesis mutation, much too valuable on the private market. Not that you have suffered for it. It looks good on you. And now that you are a free agent.”

You search his eyes for what was the truth and they were just as cold and unreadable as ever. Could he actually be deluded enough to think that you would join him?

“Drop the knife, Sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear and you are reminded of all the times he would call you that, even before he snapped the cold metal collar around your neck as you were delivered to who would be your handler.

‘That’s it, Sweetheart, hold still for me.’ The last thing you heard until your surroundings before everything became faded and blurred.

“Or I can make you drop it,” he warns.

You want to laugh at his continued blind confidence in his own abilities even in his vulnerable position. But you are cut off by his lips pressing against your own.

Even though you could feel the tension in the air, his kiss takes you by surprise. It may have been unexpected but it is in no way unpleasant, and you can chastise yourself later on your poor decision making as you move your lips against his.

You hear the knife clatter to the floor, your concentration is broken, as his hand grips your hip.

You can still taste the wine on his lips as your tongue darts out to trace across his bottom lip.

You should stop this, should push him away from you with your mind or body, whichever feels like cooperating, but there is a part of you that craves this. Perhaps the part of yourself that was twisted and moulded by the Workshop itself.

Besides, it’s been a while since you made an epically bad decision. You are well overdue.

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fanfictiondreamscape · 3 years

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Where the Hell am I? (pt. 1)

Title: Where the Hell am I? (pt. 1)

Genre: comedy, lil floofy (if you squint, I promise), and a lil dramatic - mostly comedic, though.

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Notes: This is, yet again, an idea that was pitched to me by one of my friends over Snapchat. I did take some liberties, contrary to their idea, but I read it and I just HAD to do it.

Frankly, it made me so happy! I thought that I’d split this, maybe not, but if you want another character (or characters) for this prompt - please let me know!

Some warnings, though; there will be plenty of swearing, so proceed with caution! The reader is also aged up, 21+ purely for the comfort of the writer. I imagine them to be around 24-25, but go about it however you like!

Below the cut!

“You really need to stop watching that childish garbage, y’know. You’re too old for that.”

“Grow up already! People your age don’t watch shit like that!”

“None of that will help you get by in life; stop watching that and get your life together already!”

AKA, things I, (Y/n) (L/n) hear on a daily basis.

Hello, dear reader! I’m (Y/n), as you’ve already presumed, and according to my family and friends, I waste my time watching what they call ‘immature junk’. I like to call it anime, but whatever floats their boat.

I have graduated from college, but I still live with a couple of roommates. My diploma has been sitting on the stack of boxes in the corner of my junk, and no matter how hard I’ve tried, the degree has never seemed to win over anybody in the field.

I’ve struggled with a job hunt for a while now, and I’m getting tired of trying to find something that can tie me over for a little while. I know that the job wouldn’t last, something that has followed me around for the longest time no matter how well I completed any given tasks, but I need something to pitch to the split rent.

I like to think that my roommates haven’t thought of kicking me to the curb as well, but frankly, they’ve probably found a way to do that or leave my ass sat on the empty apartment floor. Whatever the case, things haven’t been working out well for me at all.

I’ve been broke on and off as of late, and the only things I have managed to keep consistent was my laptop ownership, my phone ownership, and my clothing and personal items. I’ve been making sure that I have cut back on using many things, but it was starting to bite me now.

Today, of all days, was the one day that everything was seemingly coming to a head. My roommates were both at each other’s throats and took their frustration out on me (for no reason, honestly - I had already paid my portion of the utilities for the the month and had stayed quiet), my mom had just been admitted to the hospital, and my sibling has been taunting me from her fancy-schmancy upscale home by calling me a loser, deadbeat, etc. - all in all, a shitty day.

Normally, things like this wouldn’t bother me that much (aside from the pandemic confirmation), but this has been a long time coming and I was at my breaking point.

That night, I had just let everything be. Not a good thing considering the note that they were left on, but I can’t deal with the presence of people that are immature assholes that haven’t been taught to face your issues head-first, and I am too tired to put up with it anymore.

I grabbed my laptop and opened up my Funimation account. If I could trust no one in the physical world, then I could trust someone in the fictional world instead.

I had scrolled through, but when I saw that I had watched everything I planned to, I made the final decision to rewatch one - that anime being Boku No Hero Academia, I was pretty content to watch these teenagers grow in a way that I was unable to - nostalgic value in the anime can be spotted, but you have to look closely.

The opening narration by Deku had started, and as the episodes continued, I got tired. I don’t remember when this happened, but I think I actually fell asleep around episode 5. No matter, things started to blur and I slept.

...

Everything felt warm and windy, my clothes were brushing against my hands, and I felt extremely groggy. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Well, except for the fact that I felt like I was sleeping on a literal rock, and it was seemingly moving.

The rocking of whatever it was I was laying on was what woke me up completely, all the sleep forgotten in favor of figuring out what the object was. Looking down, it seemed to be a sheet of metal, and my god - did it stink. ‘Am I laying down in a dumpster?’

After looking down, I did indeed find out that I was sleeping near one. Or in one. Whatever fits, I guess.

Everything about this situation seemed like I had, somehow, fallen into a blackout drunk stupor. The likelihood of that happening, though, is very low - I have actively avoided any alcohol intake following my 21st birthday. And I had apparently decided to become an emotional drunk when I did reach that point, so that was even more unlikely.

With that knowledge, this seemed especially fishy. I had to get to the bottom of it.

I had slipped out of the area slowly, making sure to not accidentally cut my leg or arm on a raw metallic edge, and tread down the alley that I had been sleeping in.

I didn’t recognize the buildings around me, everything seemed to be a lot more colorful and definitely an extremely far departure from the decrepit, run-down shithole that I had to call a ‘house’. The sky was also so much bluer than what I was used to.

My parents and other family lived in better areas than I did, but that sky wasn’t what got me - it was the commotion that was coming from around the corner. The sound was so familiar, and I just couldn’t help but assume something crazy: did I land in the world of My Hero?

‘No, no, no - that’s not possible. That can’t be possible. Your roommates have just lost their shit and threw you out on the street.’ That had to be it, it had to be. There was no other possible situation, though they would have just thrown my ass to the curb and not a dumpster in a generally clean city.

Yeah, they couldn’t have done that. Or, maybe they did want to kick me out but realized that throwing me out in the dumpster would warrant some legal claims against them, so they decided to inform a family member that actually gave a damn. Then again, the one that was closest lived over two states away, so that also wouldn’t happen so quick.

“Ugh, my head hurts...”

A crash sounded through the alleyway, and I had made the conclusion that if I don’t leave now, I would get crushed under debris. That being decided, I made a mad dash out of said alley to the opposite end of the sound.

As soon as I left, the obnoxious technicolor of it all made me do a double take. What the hell is with this color palette?

“Are you lost?”

I jumped from the question. It wasn’t until I turned around that something hit me: yeah, this is most definitely N O T my world.

The person that had inquired my direction status had a huge spike sticking out of either hand. Their head was shaped normally, their eyes were a dark blue color, and they had short hair. I couldn’t tell if they were male or female, or even non-binary, but I was too freaked out to care. Best bet for this situation, though, was to go with the flow no matter what happens. I refuse to risk my safety any further.

“I, uh...um, yeah. Yeah, I am lost - but may I ask who wants to know?”

They breathed a sigh of relief, and their hands transformed into regular ones. The only explanation for this was that I was going crazy, or that I really landed in the world of My Hero. “Oh, thank god. I thought you were a villain for a second. Follow me before you get hit,” they said before they directed me further away from the soon-to-be-destroyed building.

We had made some small talk - if you could even call it that - as we evacuated, and I found out that their name was Dylan. They were apparently an off-duty hero, though that could be left up to debate considering no hero would voluntarily reveal their identity to someone on the street. Though they could have also assumed that I was a regular citizen, as well.

Didn’t help that I was still completely and utterly fucked on the front of knowledge - still confused, for a shorter explanation.

The commotion was still very prevalent as I continued walking with Dylan, and when we finally reached the town, the volume was so much more deafening. The sight was as well.

Two people were fighting in mid-air, one with a dark jacket and leather pants. Gloves were on their hands, but the big kicker was their mouth - it was almost warped into a joker smile, cuts and all, but it was full of teeth. Their eyes, from what I could see from my spot on the ground, were very large and red. I wish I could have seen more, though.

The other one was wearing some garb that mimicked Deadpool, though it was very obviously not him since there were some very obvious legs that were protruding from each side of their body. If I was observing them correctly, too, there were eight legs and multiple eyes. A spider hero? Like, a literal spider hero?

“(Y/n), I’m sure that you’re curious and a little freaked out, but I’m going to ask that you stay here with the crowd,” Dylan said. They laid their hand on my shoulder as I stared at the view in front of me. I absently nodded, muttering a small and measly, “Got it,” as the realization of everything sunk in.

I really am in the My Hero world. I really landed in a fictional world.

Holy shit, I’m completely and totally screwed.

There are so many things that could go wrong, so many things that would warrant a worry. Besides that, though, the thing that’s just hit me now that I know that I’m in their world is the most worrying.

Whose quirk got so screwed that I got transported here? Do I have to find that person to return to my world? Even then, was this done on purpose? In that case, would they want to send me back? What if it’s a villain and they want something? So many things can go so severely wrong.

I couldn’t leave my head now. I could, quite literally, die here and no one would notice.

My blank stare didn’t go unnoticed by certain citizens around me, but their attention was soon diverted - as was mine - at the newest occurrence on the scene. The spider hero was dropping lower, the (supposed) villain was falling quickly to the floor, and another hero stood above the two on top of a nearby building. Cheers erupted through the crowd as the commotion was met with flashing lights, news reporters, and gossip writers.

It took a second for me to notice, but the other hero on the building was Kamui Woods. Though I would later find this out, too, Mt. Lady was taking care of the runaway villain - she blew up larger with said villain in her hands a bit away from the scene with a triumphant smirk.

Though there was some slight commotion from the shaken media reporters, they quickly fell back into their goals and started to plow through the crowd. People were being pushed left, right, and forward.

Through this chaos, though, I noticed Dylan pushing against the people looking winded. Eventually, they made it to me while panting. “Okay, so,” they began, “We should probably leave now, but I want to ask you some questions.”

I shrugged, taking a deep breath. “You need to ask, fire away. I need some answers anyway.”

We settled on a nearby restaurant, Dylan offering to pay for whatever food I ordered, and got down to the questions.

“I noticed that you were stiff when you saw the fight. It wasn’t the normal kind of stiff, either.”

Dylan’s words seemed off. How could they see a difference in shock between me and the citizens? A villain attack is a villain attack, right?

“It was more...upset, for lack of a better word. What’s going on with that?” they inquired, making me stiffen. I didn’t realize that I was that odd in the crowd.

I wasn’t sure how to phrase my answer, but I had to say something. Unless I said it straight out, this would probably be a failure to explain. And people may look at me like I’ve lost it.

“Well...I...”

Dammit.

I’ve just gotta say it.

“I think I’ve been transported between realities. This one isn’t mine, I fell asleep in a dingy apartment, woke up here, and I’m-”

“Okay, I think I have an idea of what’s going on. I could help you, but it may take some time. Until then, let’s find a way to make sure that you don’t get screwed while you’re here, sound good?”

I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful. Then the thought hit me.

“Wait, how would you know? How can I trust you? Prove that you’re a hero, and then I’ll think about that offer.”

They chuckled a little, seemingly nonplussed, and reached for their hero license. After taking a look at it, I determined that this was a real license. You can’t get one unless you passed the exam, and even then, there are very few circumstances in which you can get one and not be a hero.

“Getting closer, but still not there. I need more proof.”

Nodding again, they grabbed their cell and opened their messages in front of me. Their phone screen was face up, and they turned it to face me. I saw messages between Kamui and Dylan. I scrolled through the messages to make sure that they weren’t faked, and the image moved.

“One more thing. If that’s the case, then tell me what your quirk is.”

“Well, my quirk is body morphing, or shape shifting. I can’t shift into anything that’s living, though - and I can’t keep up form for too long of a time. That enough for you?”

I paused, weighing the options - they’ve shown enough awareness, and they do have proof for what I provided, but how can I be sure that this isn’t just a ploy to trap a citizen and get the attention of the heroes?

“Okay, here’s what I am gonna do - I’m going to trust you. I have nowhere else to go, nor do I have any idea as to why I’m here, and I can’t go about life here without some help,” I uttered, urgency (and possibly a little fear) in my tone of voice.

With a nod, their bouncy curls following the action. They seemed satisfied, and I had finally found some sense of stability.

I can now figure this shit out.

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sharkinlovewithadolphin · 3 years

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tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tagged by @sofiawylics - thank you! <3

MUSIC

fave genre? i don’t have any, but i usually do prefer pop

fave artist? Hayley Kiyoko, Hozier, Bleachers, the 1975s, Måneskin, Lil Nas X, Years & Years, Greyson Chance, and many, many more. fave song? none

most listened song recently? uhhh idk

song currently stuck in your head? “i ate you up the day we first spoke/love bites so deep, we got tiger teeth” (Walk The Moon - Tiger Teeth)

5 fave lyrics? The first that came to mind were: 1) “Like context in a modern debate, I just took it out.“ + “And I was 25 and afraid to go outside; A millennial that baby-boomers like.“ (The 1975 - Give Yourself A Try) 2) “We didn't start the fire; No, we didn't light it; But we tried to fight it.” (Billy Joel - We Didn’t Start The Fire) 3) “When my time comes; Forget the wrong that I've done; Help me leave behind some; Reasons to be missed.” (Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest) 4) “Because you cut me wide open; Left teardrops on all my white roses.” (Greyson Chance - White Roses) 5) “Remember me, love, when I'm reborn; As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.“ (Hozier - Shrike) + “[...] So you know good things are happening; When the jackboot needs to jump.” (Hozier - Jackboot Jump)

BOOKS

fav book genre? YA, apocalypse vibes and fantasy

fav writer? Benjamin Alire Saenz

fav book? Ari and Dante, TPOBAW, Dead Poets Society

fav book series? Simonverse (Simon vs + Leah on The Offbeat)

comfort book? Ari and Dante

perfect book to read on a rainy day? hmmmm. idk

fave characters? hmmm... *suddenly forgets every character* let’s go with: Seth and Alice (Twilight), Dante (Ari and Dante), Nile (TOG comics)

5 quotes from your fave book that you know by heart? 1) “The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.” (Ari and Dante) + "I love swimming and you." [...] “Swimming and you, Ari. Those are the things I love the most.” (Ari and Dante) ((gives me mad RH vibes)) 2) “We accept the love we think we deserve.” (TPOBAW) 3) “[...] That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.” (Dead Poets Society) 4) “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” (The Song of Achilles) 5) “Someone will remember us I say; Even in another time.” (If Not, Winter)

TV AND MOVIES (I won’t be counting anime and general animation into this, otherwise it would be far too long)

fave tv/movie genre? none

fave movie? The Old Guard, Deadpool 2, Love Simon, Venom, The Way He Looks, Fear Street, etc.

comfort movie? The Old Guard, Twilight, The Half Of It, DP 2, MIB, Detective Pikachu, etc.

movie you watch every year? Twilight, DP2, Venom, Mean Girls, The Grinch, Home Alone, etc.

fave tv show? uuuuuhhh right now it’s Andi Mack, Hannibal, Killing Eve, JATP, Gentleman Jack, Haunting of Bly Manor, Young Royals, etc.

comfort tv show? Andi Mack, JATP, Atypical

most rewatched tv show? I have no idea, but the quickest show I ever rewatched was JATP, which I rewatched the next day after finishing the last EP lol, and the recent one I rewatched was Young Royals

ultimate otp? Tyrus and Joe x Nicky of these, i think

5 fave characters? Deadpool/Wade Wilson, Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Bella Swan, Cyrus Goodman, Casey Gardner

tv shows or movie | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online Tagging: @dandelionmeadow @nenufair @hamykia @alona-marinelli @died-by-the-scimitar @elena-of-time @mehawiyu @milkymickeyway @spacewitchqueen

#about me #long post #tag game

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auroralightsthesky · 3 years

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You ok bro? (Tatum/Evanson)

Summary: Steve has never seen Chuck cry before.....that all changed with one movie

Note: Sorry for having to use the gif of Sledge, there’s literally nothing for my HBO War boys

Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is solely based off of the HBO War series and not off of real life. The real life men deserve the utmost respect no matter what

Late at night and with midterms upon them, Tatum decided that a movie night was a much needed event. Studying had been done for the day, last minute assignments done and nothing else to do until they took their tests on Monday. There couldn’t have been a better setup.

“So what’s on the movie list for tonight?” Steve lazily sighed as he kicked off his shoes before flopping onto the bed.

“No idea,” Chuck replied. “Let me check the milk crate.”

Out from under his bed, Tatum hauled the milk crate, the holy stash that kept them from getting bored on nights like this. As he fingered his way through the neat pile of dvds, he tried to think of one that might be of interest to the both of them. Space Jam? Nah, they’d seen that one enough. Deadpool? Better save that for when Ray came knocking. The Goonies? Not bad but better for a rainy day. Serenity? Young Frankenstein? Close but no cigar.

“Oh hey now, what have we here?” he muttered as he pulled the dvd out of the crate.

It was an old familiar, a movie he had first seen in middle school, one that had captured the mind of a rabid history lover. It had been years since Tatum had seen Glory, but oh would the rewatch be perfect on a night like this, even if it were solely for nostalgia’s sake.

“You ever see this one?” he asked Steve.

“Nope,” Steve answered.

Tatum feigned a shocked gasp. “Blasphemy!” he chuckled. “I expected a rabid movie buff like you ought to have seen it at least a dozen times.”

Steve smiled and rolled his eyes. If anything, he should have expected this out of Chuck. It was no secret that he was an absolute sucker for historical films, war films in particular and if it revolved around the Civil War or World War I? Forget it, he’d be lost for hours.

“Alright you put it in,” Steve said. “I’m gonna go steal some snacks out of Walt’s fridge.”

“Be careful, Speirs might be lurking around,” Chuck said as Steve left the room.

“Oh blow it out your ass!” he retorted.

***********

He came back about ten minutes later with a bag of Fritos which was gone before the movie had even started. Both of them wriggled their way under the covers on Chuck’s bed before hitting “play movie. The chill of mid March crept its way into the dorm but the two of them lay under the thick blankets, warm as hot coals in the fire grate.

“Wait is that the guy from Ferris Bueller?” Steve asked barely a minute into the movie.

“Yep.”

Steve had frequently asked questions but Chuck was patient, pointing out who was who and answering whatever Steve needed answered. Steve was enthralled by the whole story of how men who had once been thought of as nothing, rose up to make something of themselves. They both watched wordlessly as the story played out in front of them, enthralled by every little detail, every word or part of the soundtrack that kept them hooked from the very beginning.

And then came the ending.

Steve jumped and clamped a hand over his mouth when the sound of the loud cannon blast filled the small dorm from the dvd speakers. When all went quiet he was still in disbelief. A quiet sniff next to him shattered the quiet and when he turned his head, there was Chuck, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder, his eyes reddened as something shiny streaked its way down his cheeks.

He was crying.

“Bro you ok?” Steve asked.

Chuck sniffed and shook his head. Never in the entire time they had known each other had Steve ever seen him cry....at least not like this. This wasn’t just an “i’ve got something in my eye” moment.....this was as real and visceral as it got as the wet spot on his shoulder grew.

“Hey, c’mere,” he said, coiling his arms around Chuck and Chuck’s arms wrapping around him in return.

“You’re not gonna tell anybody are you?” he rasped.

“What’s said in the room, stays in the room,” Steve assured him.

“Promise?” Chuck replied.

“I promise,” Steve chuckled.

(P.S if any of you guys have the chance to check out the movie that Tatum and Evanson watch in the fic, please do it’s a piece of American History that should never be lost or forgotten by any means.)

#the pacific hbo #chuck tatum #steve evanson #movie night au #college au #toccoa university au #hbo war #hbo war modern au #implied tatum x evanson

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greenwitching · 3 years

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Rules: Answer the questions and tag some folks, if you’re up to it!

i got tagged by @agendratum

Name: Harper

Gender: what’s a gender?(I’m agender lmao)

Star sign: libra

Height: 4′10

Time: 11:15PM

Birthday: 10/4

Favorite bands: the orion experience right now! and mumford and sons!

Favorite solo artists: uhhhh hozier

Last movie: I rewatched Carol bc I read the book...

Last show: some...ghost show?? I think??

When did I create this blog: 2012/2013 I wanna say

What I post: mostly cql right now

Last thing I googled: sheer red robe, it was for a REFERENCE

Other blogs: my writeblr!! @disastermages

Do I get asks: every once in a while!

Why I chose my url: I practice witchcraft, I like the color green

Following: 86

Followers: 1,765

Average hours of sleep: 7-8 most of the time

Instruments: I can do that thing with wine glasses does that count

What I am wearing: deadpool tshirt and shorts, they’re my pajamas

Dream job(s): I simply do not dream of working

Dream Trip: Ireland?? maybe??

Favorite food: beef stroganoff

Nationality: coping allie’s answer, unfortunately, american

Favorite song: Campus by Vampire Weekend

Last book I read: the last book I finished was The Price of Salt, which is the book the movie Carol is based on, the book I’m reading now is called The Night Watch, and it’s much gayer than I originally thought it was

Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: as long as the m9 didn’t cut through, I think I could stand to live in the critrole universe, other than that the dragon age universe would be okay, and uhhhhh I don’t think I have a third!

I tag @necroscura @floral-shark and @guqin-and-flute

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thejourneymaninn · 3 years

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I was tagged by @overthinkingfeathers Thank you!

Last song: I’m not entirely sure; I always have my music on shuffle when I go for a walk. I think the last song was Blood Balloons by Emm Gryner but it might also just happen to be the last one I remember.

Last movie: I watched Deadpool 2 the other night because it just came to Netflix here. Other than that, I haven’t really watched any movies in months; my attention span is too short for them these days.

Currently reading: Nothing… The last book I finished was The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow, which I picked up on a whim without having any idea what the story was about but ended up enjoying immensely. It’s been several weeks since I finished that, though, and I’m hesitant to start a new one – I’m trying to finally get some work done on my wips and I’m very, very bad at reading in moderation. If I pick up a new story to disappear into, writing is just not going to happen.

Currently watching: I’m on a slow (I think I manage about one episode per week?) rewatch of The Untamed and I started watching Jujutsu Kaisen recently, but I’m slow with that one too.

Currently craving: the feeling of sitting in a café (I guess that one doesn’t need explaining)

Tagging @protect-him @hollyand-writes @tearsofwinter

#random

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stardustgirl05 · 3 years

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Hey I just rewatched deadpool last night and I was reminded that Colossus is a character that exists and I couldn’t help but think of Marcus’s character description...maybe his powers are related to metal?

#tua #I will be so pumped if I’m right #g speaks

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causticsunshine · 3 years

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Tag 9 people you’d like to know better/catch up with

Tagged by @amidstardust thank you!! this was a nice distraction from things going on lately, especially with my poor old boy needing to be put down very suddenly yesterday afternoon as his illness took a very harsh nosedive 💞it’s been a very tear filled time maybe is should have waited to do this but here we goooo

Last Song: my hands - leona lewis

Last Movie: ‘deadpool 2′ because nothing brightens up my mood if even temporarily like violent comedy films with a little action sprinkled in

Currently Watching: i just finished a rewatch of ‘adventure time’ and i’m thinking by way of rewatching another comforting old fave, ‘regular show’ might need to be next? we’ve been slowly rewatching x-files as well—i didn’t realize how much of it i missed during our initial series (re)watch until now like christ no wonder some big plot stuff made no sense when we got to the later seasons; because everyone kept watching Important eps without me!! lmao—but i actually haven’t fully paid attention to any newer series since we finished ‘the haunting of bly manor’ a few weeks ago and have had a hard time watching really any tv shows or movies i haven’t seen at least a little of before

Currently Reading: i haven’t picked up a new like, printed book-book in ages but i’ve been slowly chipping away at some longer larry fics i both haven’t read in years—like this—and some more recent pieces—like my current bedtime story—posted after i left! i’ve very much in need of heavy fluff and hurt/comfort lately so if i do pick up a printed book again soon it’d have to be brenna yovanoff’s ‘the space between’ for the hundredth time haha

Currently Craving: some thai iced bubble tea and some cuddles from my sweet old boy again, maybe another one of the devastatingly delicious brownies i made the other night

Tagging: @ashtons-ass @trashcangimmick @women-seem-wicked @lazybakerart @letshargroovetonight @hexlikesramennoodles @avalonlights @celoica and @bambixblue (kaycee wherever you are!! i miss our chats hmu!!)

#text #alex talks #tagged

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iainwrites · 4 years

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TWO interviews! One for general English (that's still probably land me somewhere an hour away) and one for a super boonies job (two hours from central Cape Breton, at the most northern middle/high school of the province).

Yeah. I rewatched Deadpool last night, so here's a relevant quote: "This shit's going to have nuts in it." This next week is going to be real interesting.

#tumblr teachers #let's go

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scary-noodlesblog · 4 years

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A lil interview with me

49 Things You've Never Been Asked...🌵

1. What is the color of your hair brush?

blue and black

2. Name a food you never ever eat?

olives, mushrooms

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

writing I think

5. What is your favorite candy bar?

classic hersheys

6. Have you ever been to a professional sporting event?

yes, wwe, mlb, and nhl

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

I told my roommate I was rewatching The Walking Dead I think

8. What is your favorite icecream?

chocolate

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

water

10. Do you like your wallet/purse?

yes, my wallet is Venom/Deadpool

11. What was the last thing you ate?

a honey bun

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

no im broke

13. The last sporting event you watched?

probably British Premiere League

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

cheddar cheese

15. Who is the last person you sent a text to?

@reallyspookyravioli on discord

16. Ever go camping?

I love camping

17. Do you take vitamins?

I used to, now my immune system sucks cuz I stopped

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

no im an atheist but I used to when I would spend the night at my cousins house

19. Do you have a tan?

no im very pale, my legs glow in a pool

20. Do you prefer Chinese over pizza?

no, I have to really crave Chinese, I can eat pizza whenever

21. Do you drink your soda with a straw?

if its in a cup

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

I normally don't where socks, if I do, they are Star Wars

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

sometimes

24. What terrifies you?

abandonment

25. Look to your left, what do you see?

my dog Harper

26. What chores do you hate?

dishes, I will do anything but that

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

Chris Hemsworth

28. What’s your favorite soda?

mountain dew

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

drive thru

30. What is your favorite number?

31. Who's the last person you talked to?

@reallyspookyravioli

32.Favorite cut of beef?

new York style

33. Last song you listened to?

How To Save A Life by The Fray

34. Last book you read?

do fanfics count? if so, Creep on Quotev, its an Eyeless Jack story

35. Favorite day of the week?

I dunno?

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

not speaking, ill stumble over them

37. How do you like your coffee?

lots of sugar

38. Favorite pair of shoes?

my flip flops

39. Time you normally go to bed?

midnight

40. Time you get up?

about 10am-11am

41. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

sunset

42. How many blankets on your bed?

one

43. Describe your kitchen plates?

blue and white

44. Do you play cards?

yep

45. What color is your car?

blue

46. Can you change a tire?

47. Your favorite state/province?

anywhere but California omg

48. Favorite job you’ve ever had?

im an after school program teacher and this is it

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

I was a toddler spinning in my moms desk chair, I flew out of it and smacked my face on the corner of the desk. from above my left eyebrow to my left cheekbone was a large gash. the scar has since faded and is barely noticeable

#ask #ask me #interview

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