#growing up so close to so many filming locations really fucked me up as a child

[pedge-stuff]

trailer reunion (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked," as always. this one skews a little more m! and a little less gn!, apologies if that puts anyone off.

thanks, as always, for everything.

summary: 5 weeks is a long, long time.

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Your leg won’t stop bouncing. It’s not your fault, really— it’s the Edmonton Airport’s, for having such a conveniently located Tim Hortons, right outside the baggage claim. After the 7-hour red eye from JFK, with the connection through Toronto, the coffee was necessary.

The caffeine isn’t entirely to blame, though. If the taxi wouldn’t stop going so fucking slow, maybe you’d settle down. But the traffic is unyielding, so the 20 minute drive to your heartfelt reunion is looking more like 45. Apparently, shutting part of the city down to film a TV show really screws up peoples’ commutes. You’d waited long enough (a month and six days, but who’s counting?), surely an extra half-hour won’t kill you. But in the taxi, the minutes seem to stretch into years.

The filming schedule for The Last of Us has been brutal. From what Pedro has told you, there was apparently a strain to film both the first and second episode back-to-back; something about using the same locations and exterior shots. For him, it has meant a marathon of shooting… the only downside to being the star of the show.

SNL’s new season was in full swing anyways, so you’d had plenty to keep you busy. Spent enough late nights at 30 Rock, after many a panicked call to the dog walker, that you barely had to inhabit his otherwise vacant condo. You talked every night, usually Facetiming before bed, but the distance was wearing on you both.

Now, the only thing in between you and your man is this fucking traffic jam.

Though this wasn’t a surprise visit— you’d booked the flight as soon as you’d realized the SNL hiatus week lined up with The Last of Us breaking to change locations for the next episode— you did have one trick up your sleeve. Or, more accurately, under your mask.

You’d been attempting to grow facial hair well before meeting Pedro, but it had been a sparse and largely unsuccessful endeavor until very recently. Your jawline had filled in between your sideburn and chin, albeit slightly patchy. You’d been hiding it over Facetime, opting for regular calls a bit more and hoping he wouldn’t notice. Not the craziest surprise, but still, your heart thrums at the prospect of finally sharing it with him.

Of course, once you arrive to set, the obstacles multiply.

Some college kid in a neon yellow vest stops you before you’ve even managed to remove your duffle from the trunk of the cab.

“Covid testing is this way, please follow me,” he insists tersely. Self-consciously, you adjust the KN95 strap around your ear.

The kid leads you to a tent, where two people in full white hazmat suits, complete with gloves and face shields, ask your name and instruct you to pull down your mask. (There’s a joke in there somewhere, about infection at a show about infected, but you get the sense it might be inappropriate to fool around here.)

Once swabbed and registered, you move to leave, scanning the exit for anyone who might be able to help you navigate onto set. But you are immediately blocked by a hazmat woman.

“You need to wait for the rapid to clear,” she insists, pointing to a row of folding chairs. “Fifteen minutes.”

Fifteen minutes, after 5 weeks. Just fifteen minutes. You resign yourself to a seat by the door.

It’s 4pm. You were supposed to have arrived during a stop down between shots— timed so that Pedro would be in his trailer, and accessible, when you arrived. It feels like that window is physically, tangibly closing as you watch the second-hand tick slowly. 

 Initially, you’d been hesitant to join him on set at all, but he’d insisted you come meet his “second family.” You’d met several of his colleagues via Facetime, when he’d called you from his trailer. Bella, in particular, you’ve taken a liking to— they pepper you with whispered questions about transitioning and gripes about the gender binary when Pedro has been forced to hand over the phone.

You check your phone. Nothing from Pedro, although his little blue dot looks stationary when you pull up FindMyFriends. The clock ticks. There is a burning sting each time you blink— that third cup of coffee is wearing off, and the 5am wake-up this morning is starting to catch up to you. Really, all you want to do is go back to your partner’s hotel room, said partner in tow, curl up on the king-sized and fall asleep watching some West Wing rerun. (Maybe also shower together, and then some. You can keep yourself awake for that.)

Finally, finally, finally, the hazmat woman returns. “You’re clear,” she announces, handing you a green sticker to adhere on your jacket. You make it through the tent flap, heart in your throat with anticipation— 

But you have no fucking idea where to go.

A sea of white tents lays before you, stations with people doing things of varying levels of importance. A neon slip of paper points you towards set, but that’s not where you’re headed. Finally, past a corralled group of extras in some really disgusting mushroom prosthetics, and a tent full of picked-over lunch offerings, you spot some trailers in the distance.

And apparently, a stranger with a duffle bag walking quickly towards actors’ trailers, yields a quick security intervention.

In their defense, you definitely look like a crazy person. 

“Do you have a clearance list, or anything?” You beg, discretely craning your neck to see over the guard’s neck. The trailers are right there. There are only a few, it shouldn’t take any time at all to find Pedro. He’s within arm’s reach and yet he couldn’t possibly feel further away as the guard talks code into a very official-looking walkie talkie.

“Roger.” He looks down at you. “Listen, you gotta go man. It’s a clearance-only set, and they’ve got strict covid rules, so—”

The green sticker may or may not get shoved in the man’s face. There may or may not be angry tears threatening to ruin your cool.  “I got covid tested! I’m clean, they let me through. They had me on their list. I’m—”

From behind you, a familiar voice cuts you off. “With me, Robbie.”

You whip around.

Jaw? On the floor.

Pedro looks… really fucking old. His hair has been sprayed gray, wily and wind-swept; the beard, too, is much grayer than normal. It’s all part of a dirty-looking, artificially stained, mostly denim-based costume. You file away for later, how attracted you are to seeing him like this. Jesus Christ.

He looks old, but he is here, and he is grinning at you, and he’s here.

“Aw, shit.” The guard talks into the radio again. “86. Sorry about that.”

Easy to ignore him, though, as you’re preoccupied with staring at your man.

Before you can move to pounce on him, close the final four feet of distance between you, a well-manicure hand splays menacingly out at you.

“Don’t even think about it,” Coco warns. “We have fifteen minutes for touch-ups and I do not have time to fix everything.”

Pedro’s nose twitches, frowning at you. You reach down to hold his hand, but it is… apparently also covered in make-up, looking red, nasty and broken.

Sorry, he mouths dejectedly.

The inside of his trailer is familiar, though it looks a little smaller in-person than it appears on Facetime. A mirror and counter, a decently sized couch, a bathroom, a desk in the corner. Pedro settles in the make-up chair, smiling backwards at you in the mirror.

“Drop your stuff,” he insists.

Little touches of your life together pepper the room in a way that grips your heart a little. A framed picture on the desk, which you recognize from last summer; a particularly nice day in Prospect Park with the dogs, captured in a Polaroid snapped candid by a total stranger. You’d declined it, at first, assuming it was a weird fan thing. But they had insisted, leaving the picture behind and walking away. It was too lovely to leave.

The sweatshirt draped over the arm of the sofa is yours— an old NYU hoodie Pedro usually travels with. He claims it’s a ‘security blanket,’ and honestly, he might only be half-joking. A note you’d recently sent in a package (he’d accidentally left his whole box of contacts at home), taped up on the mirror, alongside a photo strip with Sarah from some gala a couple years back.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Pedro says quietly, watching you look around. “Take your mask off, baby, I’m assuming you cleared testing if you made it through the front.”

In your excitement to reunite, you almost forgot the little surprise. His jaw drops, into an awed smile. With the un-fake-injured hand, he reaches up to palm your cheek. Runs a hand up and down your jaw, scratching lightly along the new hair.

You turn enough to plant a kiss on the pulse point of Pedro’s wrist. Capture his hand with yours, against your face, to feel him for the first time in over a month.

“Oh! The oil is working,” Coco has paused, midway through spraying something silvery and chemical-smelling to Pedro’s temples. She had suggested it surreptitiously a few months back, off-handedly, and you’d been religiously using it since. The woman knows her shit.

Pedro continues to thumb at the new scruff, transfixed. His jaw muscle twitches.

“I’ve uh—” He stalls out. “Uh. Sorry. Dinner. Craig—”

You step backwards, pulling your hand down to hold in his lap, instead. He huffs.

“Craig wants to go to dinner tonight, since we’re wrapping in Edmonton. I guess there’s this restaurant he is insisting we have to try, it’s a whole thing. Big group. I didn’t give him an answer, in case you’re tired and wanna just head back to the hotel? But we can go, either way it’s fine, I figured…”

“Pedge,” you interrupt. “It’s all good. I’d be happy to go, it sounds fun.”

He exhales. “Thank god, because it’s like a spouse-thing, Neil and Craig’s wives are here.”

Your eyebrow quirks. “Spouse?”

Just to get a blush out of the man. You’d discussed it, of course, but had yet to make moves. Being marked soothed any sense of urgency— you were committed by flesh and blood, and that was ultimately more binding than a ring or ceremony. But, still.

“Joking, love." Despite the coffee, a yawn sneaks up on you. "I might crash on the couch for a bit, when you go back."

He glances at his phone. "We only have one more shot to get alts on. Neil swears we have a hard-out in an hour. Close your eyes, and I'll be right back."

— — — 

You didn't mean to actually fall asleep. Just lay there on your phone and zone out for a bit. But suddenly, you're waking up, to the feeling of a mouth on your own.

A familiar mouth. Warm, scruffy around the edges, a little pepperminty.

"We're done," Pedro whispers. "Coco says I can fuck up my makeup now."

When you open your eyes, he is hovering above you, grinning like a wolf. He's still in costume, though the denim overshirt is already half-unbuttoned.

"Are you done being gross?"

Sitting up, you find Bella in the doorway. They waste no time flinging themselves at the couch.

"In the flesh!" You both laugh.

"Shorter in person, huh?" Pedro is rewarded by a hearty shove from his costar, as he scrubs a makeup wipe across his face.

Wiping sleep from your eyes, you can tell it's gotten dark outside in the time that you've been asleep. "Craig still insisting on dinner?"

"Mm. It's like fancy Mediterranean, I think."

"Fetaaaaa," Bella pumps the air. "Nice."

The evening stretches out before you— a few more obstacles between you and the hotel bed. But Pedro is here, in the flesh, and he's smiling at you in a way that forms the little crinkles beside his eyes, and you think maybe you can sit through a few hours of fancy dinner and small talk.

You've waited this long, anyways.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #the last of us #joel miller x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin #joel miller #joel miller fluff #bella ramsey #bella ramsey and pedro pascal

[cowgurrrl]

I REALLY need some Joel fluff where reader says to him “I have loved you with all of my soul”

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I WENT OVERBOARD SO HOPEFULLY ITS OKAY

Kiss Me Once, and Kiss Me Twice

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: hey remember when I said I was either gonna not write or write too much guess what happened

Summary: You and Joel finally get married [4.3k!!!!]

Warnings: wedding stress, quick quick mentions of smoking tobacco and marijuana, emotions, Hank Miller being the only southern boomer I care about, fluff :-)

When you were growing up and imagining your wedding day, you never saw yourself getting married in Texas. But once you're in the throes of wedding planning, you very quickly realize you don't want to get married in California. Too many people. Too much of a chance of the paparazzi crashing the wedding. Too close to home. Joel talks about the idea of getting married in your home town which you veto immediately. He starts listing every location significant to you two, New York, Ireland, Spain, and even Australia, but none of them feel right. At one point, you even think about suggesting you just go to the courthouse and file the paperwork, but you know Joel's family would be heartbroken if you didn't have a "real" wedding. 

Filming has taken over a majority of your life, as it often does. Joel is in the process of creating his own record label with a studio to match. Ellie is looking at colleges and trying to figure out her next steps, while Sarah is already planning her move to Sacramento to pursue a job and her Master's degree. It feels like there will never be a right time for your wedding. One night, when you're on hour three of being hunched over your computer, looking at fucking floral arrangements, Joel comes up behind you and kneads relaxing circles into your neck with big hands. You sigh and lean back into him, pressing your head into his belly.

"I thought this was gonna be more fun." You mumble, and he laughs as he leans down to kiss the spot under your ear. 

"And I thought I told you to hire a wedding planner." He says. 

"I don't want a wedding planner. I just want a wedding." 

"Well, honey," you can hear him trying to hold in his laughter at your stubborn pouting. To his credit, he pulls it together. "We can find a way to make that happen, but for now, why don't you take a break? You can tell me all your wedding ideas while I pack our bags for Texas." He says, his thumbs adding a little more pressure to your sore muscles, and you melt into him. He could've asked you for the moon right then, and you would've said yes. 

"Only if you promise to tell me your ideas, too." 

"Deal." He says as he shuts your laptop and scoops you out of your chair. You spend the rest of the night debating cake flavors, groomsmen and bridesmaids, and where you want to go on your honeymoon. It's technically still wedding planning but all the light-hearted parts of wedding planning. You're grateful for the distraction. 

Two days later, you, Joel, Tommy, Maria, and the girls get on a flight back to Austin. Hank and Lucia are overdue for a visit anyways, and you figured getting out of California might help to clear your heads for a while. However, the boys immediately flee the scene when you arrive at the Miller Ranch. You and Lucia share a confused look as Hank leads them down a steep hill, pointing at a pasture and talking about something you can't hear, but decide to take it as an opportunity for girl time. 

You, Lucia, Maria, Sarah, and Ellie spend the night drinking margaritas and exchanging stories. It's nice to giggle and talk with them like you're little girls again. In a way, they make you feel like you get a second chance at girlhood, and for that, you will always be grateful. Once it gets close to dinner time, the Miller men shuffle their way back inside the house, kick off their muddy boots, walk over to their partners, and kiss them sweetly. 

As one big blended family, you make dinner together. Lucia delegates tasks while Hank and the girls steal pieces of chicken when nobody's looking. Joel pretends to need something from the fridge to slide past you and smack your ass as he does. Lucia catches him, hits his arm, and yells at him in Spanish about being nice to you. "Mamá!" Joel tries to defend himself, but you just give him a look and leave him to be lectured at by his mother. Once dinner is ready, you all sit at the long table in the dining room and continue to laugh, talk, and be a family. Maria asks questions about wedding planning while Lucia (lovingly) interrogates Ellie and Sarah about their love lives. 

"Are you dating anyone, mija?" Lucia asks, gesturing to Sarah. Sarah shifts uncomfortably in her chair, and you know, even if she lied, her grandmother would see right through it.

"I actually met someone," she says. "His name is Ethan. He's a firefighter, and we met when someone pulled the fire alarm on campus." 

"He's really nice, Mamá," Joel jumps in before Lucia can continue her questions, raising his eyebrows at her. "We really like him." He looks at you like he's trying to show you how supportive he's being of Sarah's relationship even though it took him multiple meetings and several talks with both of you to approve of his daughter's choices. 

"Sarah, you didn't even tell her the best part." You poke, and Sarah sighs, already anticipating Lucia's reaction and making you smirk as you eat. 

"There's a best part?" Lucia asks. "Well, now you gotta tell me."

"Ethan speaks Spanish," Sarah says. Lucia got so excited you would've thought the second coming of Christ was happening in her living room. She immediately starts talking about coming to LA to meet him and his family or even flying them out to Austin to see the ranch. You can't help but smile as you watch them conspire together. 

Once everyone is full, the boys take the dirty plates to the kitchen to wash them while you and the other women put away the leftovers and clean the table. Joel waits until the dining room is back together before stealing you away from the chaos and bringing you outside. The sun setting over the Texas hill country takes your breath away as he walks you halfway between the house and the stables, with just enough acreage to not see too much of either. You can't believe how quiet it is out here. Once you get far enough out, Tommy and Hank come into view with little posts in the ground. 

"What's this?" You ask Joel as you get closer, and he smiles. He takes his hand in yours and stops walking to look at you. 

"I've been thinkin’, and I wanted to see what you thought about gettin’ married here." He says. 

"On the ranch?"

"Look, we've already mapped it all out," he says, leaving your side to walk to one of the posts. "This could be the dance floor, and over here," he walks a few feet to another post. "This could be where the tables get set up," he gestures before walking back over to you and pointing to a big white oak tree a couple hundred feet away. "And we could have the ceremony under that tree. Dad and Tommy already said they would help me put up some of those fairy lights you like so much. We could make it really nice." He says, and you glance between him and Hank and Tommy.

"Is this what you guys did all afternoon?" 

"Yes, ma'am," Hank says, and you smile. You look out at the painted sky with the wildflowers swaying in the breeze, and from this far out, you can see the comforting glow of light from the house. You can also spot a lazy Longhorn grazing in the pasture about half a mile away, completely unaware of the world around him. It's beautiful. And private. And so perfectly encompasses what you both want for the wedding. 

"You don't have to make a decision right now. I know it's a lot, but I thought it'd be fun." Joel says. You wrap your arms around his neck and step into him, smiling when his hands find your waist. 

"Let's do it." You say, and he lights up.

"Wait, really?"

"I never thought I'd say it, but yeah. Let's get married in Texas." The words are barely out of your mouth before he picks you up off the ground and spins you around giddily. He kisses you to seal the deal, and Tommy and Hank cheer from their spots. 

After that, wedding planning really ramps up. You set an official date. You make Carolina your Maid of Honor, and Ryan agrees to stand in as your officiant after Lucia determines he's "just Catholic enough." Elizabeth gets the responsibility of ring bearer since she's a little older, while Victoria is the flower girl. You quickly add Sarah, Ellie, and Maria to your wedding party after assuring Ellie that she can wear whatever she wants. Joel makes Tommy his Best Man and asks his band to be his groomsmen. Even though Wayne is the only other guy in the band, they all say yes and don't even blink at the idea of having to fly to Texas. 

The next few months are a blur of flower orders, cake tastings, schedule workarounds, and more. Carolina, Lucia, Maria, Sarah, and Ellie go dress shopping with you. You were initially just going to send some ideas to your stylist for her to make you a dress, but they were all vehemently against that idea. It takes a couple different stores and a handful of different dresses, but you finally find a sleek silk dress with a lace bodice that makes everyone, including you, cry when you stand in the mirror. Your bridesmaids find their outfits in no time, and Carolina gets cute little dresses for the girls. 

You only invite the really important people and a photographer. You only tell a few people outside the guests and the wedding party when and where you're getting married. It's none of their business. This is just for your family. No outsiders. You don't even hire a DJ. Tommy just agrees to bring a big speaker, and you sit down to make a playlist with Joel about a month before the wedding.

Your crew of people descend upon Austin the week of your wedding, ready to work together to turn the Miller Ranch into a dream location. Thankfully, Hank and Lucia have gathered their own community of people and already have half the work done by the time you come up the long dirt driveway. Ryan helps Hank, Tommy, and his buddies hang lights in the tree. Carolina and Sarah help Lucia, and her friends put together centerpieces. Joel's band and Ellie set up tables and the dance floor. Whenever you or Joel try to help or lend a hand, someone ends up shooing you away and telling you to relax. They only listen to either of you when you're giving direction on how you want things to go. 

You keep the Bachelor and Bachelorette parties to a minimum, only going out to a few bars far from Sixth Street and spending most of the time getting drunk in the guest house turned Bridal Suite. You're pretty sure Hank gave Joel and the groomsmen cigars, which is fine as long as they don't find out you gave the bridesmaids weed. It's nice to not have to worry about nosy people or cameras ruining the days leading up to your wedding. The quiet, giggly privacy is all you want. It also helps to clear your head when writing your vows.

From the beginning, you and Joel decided you wanted to write your own vows instead of using the archaic, pre-written ones. You just didn't know then how hard it would be to find the right things to say. You ask Carolina, Lucia, and Maria for advice, but they just tell you the same cheesy line of "writing from your heart." While it's incredibly sweet, it's not exactly helpful. The night before the wedding, Sarah and Ellie sneak into your room for one last sleepover before you marry Joel, and you ask them for help. You read them what you've already written and catch them both wiping tears as you recite it. They give you logical advice and stay up with you to rewrite your vows until they're perfect. You fall asleep with them tucked under your arms like babies despite them being twenty-two and eighteen. 

In the morning, everyone piles into your room with plates of breakfast and mimosas from the main house. You're not allowed to leave the guest house because they think if you see Joel before the ceremony, it'll be bad luck. You're not sure you believe that, but you'll take the excuse to get other people to run things to and from the house. Ellie plays music from her speaker as everyone picks a corner to do their hair and makeup in, and you spend the first half of the day getting ready and spending time with the most important women in your life. They help you into your dress once the photographer arrives to take pre-wedding photos of you guys, but everyone is a crying mess once you're all dressed up with the dress, veil, and everything. 

Many, many sweet words and hugs are exchanged, and the photographer catches all of them. Sarah and Ellie surprise you with new earrings from Joel and a beautiful necklace they picked out for the wedding. Sarah helps you put on the earrings while Ellie clasps the necklace around your neck. You give the girls rings that match the one you've been hiding in plain sight on your right ring finger for weeks now. "For as much as I'm promising to love your dad today, I'm also promising to love you guys with everything I am for as long as I am," you say, tears springing in your eyes as you hand the delicate rings to them. They're crying, too, but they're holding it together a little bit better than you are. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. And I hope I never forget just how lucky I am to have two of the most extraordinary women in the world in my life." After all these years, it feels like you're finally becoming the family you always knew you were. 

The rest of the day goes by way too fast. One minute you're hugging Sarah and Ellie, and the next, your arm is tucked under Hank's as your bridesmaids and goddaughters slowly walk down the aisle. Your heart is beating fast against your rib cage, and you feel like you can't breathe, but you know once you see Joel, you'll feel completely at peace. You go from fiddling with your bouquet to your engagement ring to even readjusting Hank's tie as Alex plays an instrumental version of your favorite ABBA song. 

"Honey, look at me," Hank says gently. You meet his green eyes, and he smiles as he puts a hand over yours and squeezes. "Take a breath," he says. He demonstrates with an exaggerated inhale in case you forgot and you copy him. Together, you take three big breaths, and once the last of the Texas air leaves your lungs, Hank squeezes your hand again. "Now, I know I really shouldn't be sayin' this since that's my boy up there, but if you've gone and changed your mind, I'll bring my truck round the corner and drive you wherever you needa go." You laugh at his words and shake your head. 

"I kinda love him, so I think I'll be okay, but thank you." You try to brush it off, but your anxiety still lingers. Hank nods and bumps you with his shoulder.

"For what it's worth, I was scared shitless the day I married Lucia." He whispers like it's a secret, and you look at him.

"Really?"

"Really," he confirms. "We were so goddamn young and thought we were so grown up. I remember seein' her walkin' down the aisle and just thinkin' bout how I was gonna support her and give her the life she deserved. I didn't know if I was man enough to do it. I almost started cryin' just cause of that."

"What changed?" You ask, and he chuckles, shaking his head. His hair moves with the wind, and for a second, you get a glimpse of what Joel could look like at his age. And it doesn't scare you.

"She smiled at me, and I was done for. I knew if I didn't marry her, I was gonna be kickin' myself for the rest of my life," he finds the back of Lucia's head as Tommy and Carolina pass her, and he smiles. "Still the best decision I ever made." You take a deep breath and realize the line of wedding party is getting shorter and shorter as each pair is dispatched down the aisle. Your heart is still beating fast, but you feel less sick and more excited about getting to see Joel after not seeing him all day. You squeeze Hank's hand again before sliding it under his arm and resting your head on his shoulder. 

"Ready, baby girl?" He asks as he kisses your head, and you nod. With Hank's strong arm leading the way, you start walking down the aisle and immediately lock eyes with Joel. He starts crying, which makes you start crying so much you have to blink several times to see how handsome he looks in his suit. Hank kisses your cheek as you reach the aisle's end before hugging Joel and handing you off to him. You turn around, give Carolina your bouquet, and take Joel's hands.

"You look so beautiful," Joel whispers, and you sniffle.

"Thank you," you whisper back. "You look pretty handsome yourself." 

"Gucci," he mouths, gesturing to his suit, and you nod your approval. It's silly enough to break the emotional tension as Ryan starts speaking, even though you're not really listening. He says something to appease Lucia's Catholic roots before talking about how important and beautiful marriage is, but you can't stop staring at Joel. It's only when Ryan says your name and the word 'vows' do you snap back to reality. Carolina quickly supplies you with the scribbled-on paper and a tissue because nobody knows you as well as she does, and you squeeze Joel's hand.

"Joel, it seems hard to remember a time when we weren't together and even harder to remember what my life was like before I met you. I did and accomplished so many important things, but nothing seemed as important or special once you and the girls came into my life. You three became my entire world, and for that alone, I will spend the rest of my life trying to repay you for that gift," you say. "When I was trying to write my vows, I honestly didn't know where to start. Instead of struggling by myself, I asked the two people who've been there since the beginning of our relationship: Sarah and Ellie. After giving me lots of advice and all but forcing me to add something about loving you even though you snore," you and Joel laugh.

"Sarah told me it might be a good idea to write about the very first time I realized I loved you, but when I started thinking about it, I realized I couldn't pinpoint one specific day or time. There was never a moment of clarity or realization when it came to you. Loving you came easily and naturally, like breathing, and once I realized it, I knew there was no going back. You were and still are the person I want to spend my life with. Our story is not traditional or necessarily one for the history books, and I think you'd agree with me," your voice catches in your throat, and Joel's thumb brushes against your knuckles softly. 

"We've had setbacks and hard times. Everything from moving across the world to trying to remember who loaded the dishwasher last but through everything, you were my home. My safe place. My reason to keep going. And if historians in a hundred years pay us any attention, I hope they write about how protected you made me feel. I hope they talk about how we found ways to laugh together even when it felt hard. I hope they spend hours and hours lecturing about how much I loved you because I do. I have loved you with all my soul for as long as I can remember, and I will keep loving you like that until long after I forget the exact details of our first date. Thank you for choosing me." You sniffle, fold your paper back up, and wipe under your eyes with Carolina's tissue. Various sniffles and tears rake over your guests and wedding party as Tommy hands Joel his vows with wet eyes. 

"When I first moved to LA with Sarah, I didn't know what was gonna happen. I didn't know I'd have another daughter, my band, or meet the love of my life. The day we met, I remember thinkin' I'd never known anybody as witty or smart as you, and I still think that. But now, after so many years, I know you're more than that. You're brave, kind, talented, hard-working, and way out of my league," he says, and you laugh. "The first time I remember realizin' just what an amazing person you are was when I told you about Sarah and Ellie. Other people would be freaked out or even upset if they found out the person they'd been datin' had kids. You weren't. You asked questions about them and were selfless with your time so I could be with the girls when they needed a little extra love and care. And when you met them, you treated them like you'd known them your whole life. You treated them like you're own," he squeezes your hand a little hard like he's trying to find the strength to continue. "That's when I knew I was gonna marry you,"

"I trusted you then with the two people closest to my heart and it's safe to say you'll always be the one I trust with the girls. You'll always be the one I trust to get me out of bed on time. You'll always be the one I trust to help me make fashion choices. You'll always be the one I trust to be patient with me and get coffee when we need to recharge because you're my person. I love you, and I'll love you when I'm old and wrinkly and can't hear for shit. And you'll know all my stories, and I'll know all your movies by heart, and we'll laugh for years and years. I can't wait to start forever with you." He almost wipes his eyes with his vows, and you quickly switch his hands, making him laugh.

I love you, he mouths.

I love you, too, you mouth back.

Everyone, including Ryan, takes a second to sit in their emotions before taking a deep breath and coming back together. He calls Elizabeth forward, and you exchange rings. Joel stands up a little straighter the second the gold band is placed on his left hand, and you smile. Ryan clears his throat, eyes shining as he stares at you two and opens his mouth.

"By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!" He announces. Your few guests cheer loudly as Joel cradles your face in his hands and kisses you. Wildflower petals scatter around you, and the sun is setting behind the altar, but nothing matters as much as your husband does now. He kisses you a few more times before finally pulling away and joining the cheering. You walk back up the aisle, now married, and everyone follows after you.

The reception after is perfect with all your favorite foods and desserts, including Lucia's Texas Trash Pie, which makes your mouth water just looking at it. People hug you and Joel and offer congratulations and even a few sweet tears at the ceremony. Carolina and Tommy deliver amazing, hilarious speeches honoring both of you, and then it's finally time to dance. You and Joel chose "It's Been a Long, Long Time" by Kitty Kallen and Harry James for your first dance, and under the fairy lights and setting Texas sun, you realize just how perfect a choice it was. 

You bury your head in his neck and sway slowly with him, basking in the tenderness of being so close to him. He sings along quietly and kisses the shell of your ear as you dance. Towards the end, you spot Ellie and Sarah standing beside the dance floor and wave them to you behind Joel's back. They hesitate for a second before running to join you. Joel tucks each girl under his arm and kisses their foreheads. The four of you make for an awkward little slow dance, but you're all giggling and smiling despite it. 

As the song ends, Joel escorts the three of you off the dance floor before grabbing Lucia for the mother-son dance. Lucia is so short compared to Joel that it's almost impossible not to smile. Still, he's slow and careful with her, and his eyes sparkle as they converse secretly. You catch Hank watching them through teary eyes nearby, and a secret plan hatches in your brain. Quickly, you rush over to where your phone is connected to the speaker and queue up an acoustic version of “Simply the Best” by Tina Turner. When Lucia and Joel's song ends, you grab Hank's hand and pull him onto the floor as the song starts playing. 

"Now, what are you doin'?" He asks as you put your hands on his shoulders.

"You never got to have a father-daughter dance. I figured you should get at least one." You explain. Tears fill his eyes almost instantly, and you smile when he holds you close. 

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "For everythin'." 

"I should be thanking you and Lucia. You raised my husband."

The rest of the night is spent dancing, drinking, and spending time with your favorite people. You’re not exactly sure how long you were out there celebrating but you do know that your feet were sore and your brain utterly fried from the long, emotional day. Joel carries you to bed bridal style and carefully lays you down, doing his best not to rip your dress as he helps you slip your shoes off. Together, you undo your hair, take off your makeup, take off and hang up your dress, and change into one of Joel’s shirt before crawling into bed.

“Tired?” Joel asks as he starts shedding his wedding clothes too and you nod into the pillow.

“Sorry for not, like, wanting to consummate our marriage right now.” You say, and he laughs. It’s that delirious, breathless laughter where you’re not sure if the joke was actually that funny or if the reaction to it is. You laugh too and watch his nose scrunch up and his body shake with joy. He steps out of his slacks, presses a knee into the mattress to lean over you, and kisses you sweetly.

“Don’t worry bout that,” he mumbles against you. “We’ve got our whole lives.”

Once he’s finished changing, he crawls into bed and pulls you close to rub your back. You can feel his wedding band getting caught in the fabric but you don’t say anything. You fall asleep in his arms, full of love, Texas Trash Pie, and giddy excitement at what the future holds. How could you not when you get to spend it with him?

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[0aurelion-sol0]

So apparently there has been set photos or at least "leaks"/rumours that the ST4 crew will shoot in a roller rink. Specifically in Albuquerque where apparently Stranger Things 4 has been shooting.

This place fits the New Mexico environment where scenes for the Byers have been shot and who many think and are predicting is located in California.

We also know Mike will go there to meet the Byers and has been absent from the Hawkins set a long time which means he will likely be with them for some time.

While anything might be filmed there such as an Upside Down scene or something else such as one shot for another character being there or working there. It could even be for a possible teaser.

From what I found, (and again it's mostly @hawkinsschoolcounselor who made me learn about it, like I am not athletic at all, put me on these wheel things and you're gonna have a lot of traffic collisions, like girl the fuck...), roller skating was a very popular thing back in the 80's. It was often used for parties. And the only character I can think of who might be into that is Max since she herself loves skating.

I can't really see Mike and Will be into that kind of stuff since themselves are more bicycle boys.

So if that has to be a scene filmed for these characters I could see Max telling El that she should do roller skating (Maybe Joyce but I don't see her being into those sort of things either, she might know about it and push El but Max makes more sense to me.). Sadie doesn't seem to have filmed scenes in New Mexico and Albuquerque so it's likely that El goes there, possibly with Mike or Will or the both of them to experience it.

You can also see here a post of @kaypeace21 about a possible connection between the book Rebel Robin and this possible leak.

And than something caught my eyes when I was playing ST3: The Game. There's a specific item that you can craft and can help you escape fights and give you a lot of speed.

It's this one: a pair of roller skates.

For those who have read the description, you know where this is from and you understand the joke:

It's about something related to a scene in 3x01. A particular song.

"Can't Fight This Feeling" by REO Speedwagon.

It's when Mike and El as you see here are going at it at their daily cringy making out sessions. This song plays and it definitely doesn't fit their relationship since the song is about someone who realises that he has feelings for his childhood friend when he sees that their relationship is growing into something more.

Mike and El were never childhood friends, they got together a few days after meeting each other and they were never any proper build up to their relationship.

So why put a song that doesn't fit their relationship ?

In the same room, there's a drawing of Will on the wall. A photo of Mike from season 2 during Halloween in 2x02 and the mask El got with Kali, a girl who can create illusion in 2x07.

It is to show how Mike is projecting his feelings for Will onto El and is putting on a facade of this "macho boy" to be normal. We already went through the El looks like a boy in season 1 (go on YouTube and watch ST reactions of 1x01, when El first appeared, some people mistook her for Will.) and was mistaken or possibly could have been taken for Will.

There is also Mike who often takes El's hands away from his hands or his body and has his eyes closed as if he is imagining something while they are kissing.

It is during the same season their is a M*!leven break up that is joyful, full of colors and all happy with a rock song playing in the background and a Mike and Will fight that is so dramatic and sad (sad music, desaturated colors...) with Will destroying the symbol of his childhood and looking at a photo of Halloween during 2x02 ("Crazy Together" scene.)

Max even says that he will come back crawling to El.

What did Mike do ?

He comes back crawling to Will after their fight and never does that for El.

So everything fits, the songs, the direction the acting, the props and even the set.

So now if we put two and two, together, if there are scenes at this roller rink in ST4 and it's related to these three characters, it might lead us towards a certain path:

If Mike, El and Will are there and if one of these characters is alone or come as a duo or as trio, we might explore this love triangle during these scenes and their feelings at this roller rink.

The reference in the description of this item makes a clever joke about not being able to fight a "fleeing" anymore. Changing the word "feeling".

This can imply a few things: that Mike might not be able to stay with Eleven anymore and fleeing from his feelings for Will, fleeing from this relationship to finally be with the one he actually feels something for and that he might flee from Hawkins to meet with the Byers in a possible location in California.

Given that the reference is about this scene in 3x01, about a song that is specifically related to Mike (and his POV of his relationship of Will), something here might happen that leads Mike into a path where he can't flee from a certain feeling anymore.

#stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things season 4 #st4 theories #st4 theory #st4 speculation #byler #mike wheeler is gay #will byers is gay #byeler #mike x will #will x mike #max mayfield #elmax #el hopper #rebel robin #robin buckley #robin buckley is a lesbian

[johnkrrasinski]

burning desire;

full masterlist

Pairings: Ari Levinson x reader x August Walker 

Word count: 2,779

Warning: SMUT!!!! familial sex (step-uncle & niece), threesome, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol. 

Summary: your step-uncle, ari levinson, brought a friend, august walker to his house one night during you stayover and things heated up real fast. 

a/n: this idea popped into my head out of nowhere and i just had to write it immediately. (my other wips are sobbing so hard right now) enjoy! please leave a comment & like. 

The mid-August air feels clammy on your skin, and the daylight glared brightly into your eyes, but thank the heavens that you were clad in nothing but your pastel pink bikini and your eyes were protected by your heart-shaped sunglasses. you always loved basking in the sun in uncle Ari's pool in his massive backyard. Your parents were currently out of town for business matters, as they always were and when they were away, you always stayed at uncle Ari's place.

His place was only thirty minutes away from your parents' house and you always loved coming over to his house. What's not to love? The fact that it was just as huge as your parents', designed grandiosely and located in a secluded area made you wish you could just move here. Not that your parents' was any less palatial but- okay, honestly, your parents' house was just as fancy and you were the princess ruling your little castle, so what was really the reason that you wanted to move here so badly?

If you're being honest to yourself, it was because of your ridiculously good-looking uncle. Seriously, the man had no right to be that attractive at that age. He was nearing his 40's and he could still make every woman in his path weak on the knees. His cerulean blue eyes, the thick beard and those ripped muscles never ceased to make a particular part of your body tingle when he is nearby. It wasn't helping either that he'd touch you so close to the part where you wanted him the most when you two were alone, or that he would speak in a really low tone by your ear, causing you to shiver. And you definitely didn't miss those flirty glances when he thought you weren't watching or when you were dressed in something a tad provocative.

It was as if you were playing a secret cat and mouse game that you were both aware of and you both kept playing but no one dared to admit to partake in it or put it to an end by making a move. The tension in the dining table when your parents invited him to come over for dinner or when it was just the two of you watching a film on the couch and you would lift your legs and fold them so your bare thighs would be displayed for him (which you would pretend you weren't aware of its effect on him.)

You were lost in your daydreams of him tearing that bikini off your body and fucking you rough in this pool as the water splattered around you when you heard his voice.

"Enjoying yourself?" his smirk was smug as if he could see the pornographic movie that was playing in your head.

"Uncle! give a girl a warning, will you?" you tried to maintain your composure, not wanting to show him the wet stain in your thong.

He walked closer to you and crouched down to your level. "Didn't wanna disturb you, you looked so relaxed, I thought I'd give you a few more minutes." Was he watching you? How long had he been standing there? "I got a friend coming over tonight, to watch the game. Just wanted to let you know."

"it's your house uncle, you don't need my permissions to have a friend come over." You chuckled.

"I wasn't asking for permission sweetheart, I was just informing you so you wouldn't be startled to see a stranger in the living room," he stood back up. "I got some errands to run. I'll see you tonight." you scoffed. Curt and enigmatic as always.

You were lounging in the room that Ari specifically spared for you. There were six bedrooms in his house alone and five of them were empty. He figured you must have your own personal space every time you visited. You walked to the kitchen to grab some snacks when you were stopped by Ari’s voice calling your name.

“C’mere, say hi to my friend, August.”

The sight of the man sitting on the couch next to your uncle stopped you in your tracks. My God, he looked like a Greek god. His sleek black hair was combed to the side and moustaches weren’t your thing but damn, he rocked it so well. His blue eyes took your breath away as he smiled at you and shook your hand.

“Oh, so you’re the friend uncle told me about.”

“Well, your uncle here doesn't have that many friends so I might be the only friend of his you’ll ever hear.” oh, the things his voice is making you feel…

You chuckled, “well, I don’t wanna be a bother. You guys are watching the game, right? I was about to grab some-”

“No, of course not. Come, sit. We can all enjoy the game together, right?” He took a sip of his beer.

“I’m not really into-”

“We insist.” His tone left no room for argument.

“…okay, I guess.” August and Ari made a room on the couch for you so you sat between them. To say you were nervous was an understatement. A million scenarios were going through your head right now. The image of being sandwiched between these two bulky men with your clothes off was making you uneasy. You were only wearing a big loose shirt that barely reached your mid-thighs. You weren’t wearing any undergarments except a black lace thong because it was summer and petit clothing items were all you packed. (Not like you were trying to impress a certain person, not at all.)

“You want one?” August offered you a drink. “Yeah, sure.” You were an adult now so what’s the harm in one? Your parents were thousands of miles away and it wasn’t like you had to worry about dealing with the hangover in the morning.

August put his arm on the headrest, behind your head and it made your breath hitch. You put your leg over the other to cover the arousal growing in your extremely minimum underwear. Ari took a sip of his beer and then spread his legs and the side of his thigh graze yours and you were growing hotter every second. It was as if they could sense your arousal and fooled around to rile you. You had to take control over your breathing but it was getting more challenging every passing minute.

“So, y/n, what are your plans for college?” August broke the silence.

“I actually am in college. I’m currently in my second year and I always come home during summer.”

“Oh, you certainly don’t look like any older than nineteen. My bad.”

“It’s alright, uncle.”

“August is fine.” He was watching you intently as if he was paying attention to every detail on your face. What was he looking for?

“What are you studying?”

“I’m in fashion design.”

“Suits you.” He winked, retreating his arm from the headrest, to open another bottle of beer.

August asked you several questions about yourself and you answered every single one. After a couple more bottles and the soothing sound of the TV, you found yourself getting drowsy. It felt nice being in the presence of these two beautiful men so you let yourself drift away. You didn’t realize that you had fallen asleep on Ari’s shoulder. When Ari called your name in a low voice and you didn’t open your eyes, Ari and August looked at each other and were ready to execute their plan.

Little did you know Ari had been talking about you to August for months. Who was he kidding? Of course, Ari was attracted to you. You were hot, young and promiscuous. Also, something about the fact that you were his brother's stepdaughter turned him on even more. He and August had been friends since college and they shared a lot of things ever since. They had many hookups with women whom they shared with. They were also business partners of a company that had bestowed them a lot of fortune. Hence Ari’s swanky place and the fact that he stayed single throughout all these years. He was never the ‘settle down’ type. He never told you about his business partner, you only knew that he existed, you just didn’t know his identity.

August sniffed your scent on your open neck, and the vanilla smell turned him on. He began to spread your legs and caressed your thigh until he reached your underwear. He chuckled when he felt the delicate material on his fingers, “she’s practically begging for us to fuck her brains out on this couch.”

“You should see what she wears every day in this house, it’s like she wants me to pounce on her,” Ari replied.

“She’s soaked. She should’ve just asked, we would’ve obliged immediately.” August rubbed you in circular motions through your thong and when he felt you growing wetter, he pushed your panties to the side and inserted two fingers into your entrance.

You gasped in your slumber, feeling something scissoring you open but your head was too fuzzy to figure out what was happening. August curled his fingers and stroked your G-spot and your breathing became ragged. You began to stir and mumbled under your breath. Your brows furrowed and when August’s fingers moved faster in and out of you and Ari began fondling your breasts through your thin shirt, your opened your eyes.

“Uncle Ari…”

“Shh, just sit back and enjoy, sweetheart. We’re gonna make you feel good.” He whispered sultrily in your ear. You whimpered when August’s thumb circled your clit, causing your head to spin. “God, you’re so hot. I’ve been waiting to put my dick into this tight pussy for months now.” August whispered in your other ear.

Your hand went into August’s wrist, needing to hold onto something. You knew this was wrong, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell them to stop or get up and run to your room. Ari’s hand went to your jaw to turn your head to him and kissed you with fervently. He licked your bottom lip and you made room for his tongue to tangle itself with yours. You were making out on the couch with your uncle as his friend had his knuckles buried deep in you.

You felt your muscles tightening and then the dam broke, making a mess all over August’s fingers. He watched your expression as you hit your peak. The image of you losing your mind sent electricity right to their cocks and they were eager for more now. They couldn’t wait to see the face you were going to make when they gave you a bigger one.

You thought they would at least give you a few seconds of repose after the onslaught but you should’ve known better. You knew that Ari was a hustler when it comes to what his heart desired. And now, his body yearned for you and he didn’t waste any time in undressing you from the scanty garments you had on.

August sucked on the sensitive spot of your neck, leaving little love bites here and there before biting the spot where he wanted to mark you. You bit your lip at the thought of parading around Ari’s house with those sensual bruises reminding of the sinful act the three of you committed last night. You didn’t think as far as how you were going to act around Ari now after tonight but you were surely hoping that this wasn’t a one-time thing.  

Ari was still possessing your mouth with his, his plump lips felt soft on yours and they tasted even better than your fantasy. Ari pulled his lips away from yours and looked at his partner, “should we do doggy or missionary?” Ari asked as if you weren’t there at all.

“Missionary, I wanna see those tits bounce,” he smirked against your skin.

“Fuck yeah,” Ari keened.

They began stripping and you couldn’t help but watch. My God, they were sculpted to perfection by the hands of God themselves. The sweat on their skin made them glow from the ray of the TV. They pulled down their pants and their massive cocks sprung free and you could’ve come right there. Their packages were impressive, would they even fit inside you? You were drooling at the sight and you needed them to fill you up right now or you were going to explode.

“Lay back,” Ari commanded.

You did as he said and folded your legs to make room for Ari. The couch was large enough to fit two more people in here but you needed them as close as possible. Ari knelt on the couch and August was above your head. They both began stroking themselves as they kept their eyes on your naked body. Ari was staring at your drenched pussy and August imagined spurting all over your breasts.

“Open your lips, little girl.” You obliged and August pushed the tip of his cock into your lips and he pushed deeper until the tip hit the back of your throat. You looked up at him staring down at you with a predatory look. Ari pushed his cock into your entrance and your tight walls welcomed him with open arms causing him to throw his head back and groaned.

Ari had his hands on your thighs to keep them apart and he began pulling out until only the tip was left in you and pushed back vigorously like he was trying to invade your body. August began moving at the same pace, and he groped your breasts, pinching the nipples. The sting elicited a moan out of you, causing a delightful vibration flowing in his bones.

“Fuck, you’re as tight as I imagined,” Ari grunted. Your warmth wrapped his girth and he pounded into you as your breasts jiggled from the rough pounding. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders so he could delve deeper. He impaled the spot that made you forget your name and you clenched around him. The squelching noises that your pussy made blended with his pre-cum were lewd.

August grunted as you took him in your mouth as much as you could. You struggled to control your breathing with Ari ramming into you mercilessly and August’s size intruding your throat but you were getting off on it. You felt every inch of them inside you, the velvety skin and the raw taste were intoxicating. You hollowed your cheeks and let August use you. Let them both use you like a rag doll.

Soon, you were both moving in sync as the couch squeaked due to the impetuous action happening on it. Ari accelerated, chasing his own orgasm and you pulsated. The familiar pressure forming once more, ready to burst any second now. His cock throbbed and you tightened around him. A few more deep-seated thrusts and he came undone, painting your walls with his hot cum and filling you up so well.

You fell apart beneath him as well, moaning in ecstasy around August. If you weren’t muffled by his cock, you would’ve screamed so loud. You trembled and your legs shook. He pulled out of you and watched his juices leak out of you. The soreness between your thighs was pleasant and you were completely spent from Ari alone but you were definitely satisfied. If only your parents could see the blasphemous act you and your uncle had just committed. And you weren’t even finished yet.

August chased his own climax as well, needing to release the tension in his muscles. Profanities fell from his lips as he released on your tongue and you swallowed every drop of him. You were a sweet tooth but his salty taste had you addicted. You whimpered and panted on the couch, hoping that one of them would give you a warm bath to clean you up and bring you to your comfortable bed and wrap you in your blanket but then,

“We’re not done yet, princess.” August and Ari switched places and now August was kneeling between your legs while Ari was above your head. God, you were so worn out, you didn’t know if you had any more energy left in you to take them again. “You’re all ours tonight. And we’re gonna keep playing with until we’re satisfied. And trust me, we are far from being satisfied.” August whispered huskily in your ear as his raging hard cock penetrated you and Ari pushed himself through your opening lips and you could taste yourself on every inch of him.

Looks like it was going to be a long night.

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[morizoras-cave]

Purple Patches

Benedict Cumberbatch x Teen!Co-Star!Reader, Tom Holland x Teen!Co-star!Reader

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending

Description: Filming the newest Dr. Strange movie (in which Tom would also appear), you grow quite close with the two leads, Tom and Benedict. But you’re hiding something alarming from them. Four months in the entire crew get a week off to see their families for Christmas, and when you return Tom and Benedict can’t help but feel troubled, as your body is rippled with purple patches.

Warnings: CHILD ABUSE, physical abuse, broken family, alcoholism, depression, anxiety??

A/N: I had another imagine written but im ngl its kind of.. weird? its unconventional for sure. and its definitely bad. so, maybe ill rewrite someday or something? ALSO SORRY IF YOU DONT CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS, JUST IMAGINE YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF EVIL CHRISTIAN STEP DAD WHO FORCES IT INTO YOUR FAMILY

The taxi you sat in drove slowly in the New York traffic, as snow fell outside, coating the entire city in blinding white. You couldn’t enjoy it however. Your entire body hurt, and yet you still couldn’t find even a moment to worry about your health. All you could think about was them.

Tom and Benedict. Your sweetest coworkers, and at this point your closest.. anything. Family, friends? Who cares, you had no one else. You’d gone back for the holidays like everyone else, even though you wished you could have just stayed at in your trailer. Your dad, like any other time you saw him, had used this time to pour his anger and alcoholism out on you. Your body which had finally begun to heal, was now back to square one, covered in cuts and bruises. 

You knew what would happen if anyone found out. You’d be taken from your family. But in truth, although you hated being around him, you wanted to wait for your dad. You wanted to wait for him to get over his alcoholism, you wanted him to get better, and then he’d treat you better. 

But they would find out. You were covered in bruises and purple patches. Your face was fine, except for your neck, but the rest of your body was ruined. Ugly. You could hide most of it, but it hurt. Even just sitting there, in the soft and plush taxi seat, you body was aching and wailing like a police siren. 

And what if they noticed you foundation-covered hands? Or the movie required you to wear something more revealing? 

“You okay?” the deep voice of your taxi driver ripped you from your thoughts. A single tear had slid down your face. You cleared your throat and nodded, wiping the tear from your cheek. 

You arrived at the set, and an impossible knot had been tied in your stomach. Nervousness tingled in your heart and your legs, but you got up anyway, trying to calm your breath. The moment you stood up, you winced and stopped. 

You managed to roll your luggage to your trailer, biting your lip continuously in order to keep yourself from screaming. You threw it on the floor of your trailer, whimpering and doubling over in pain. 

“Y/n!” a rapid knock on your door, interrupted you. It was Tom’s voice. You took a shaky breath, closing your eyes, and then opening the door. Tom stood there in your doorway like a smiling idiot. Your lips widened into a smile just from seeing him.

“Y/n!” he repeated stepping inside and wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You bit your lip again, hiding your pain-wrenched face in his chest, before hugging him back. He placed his head on yours sweetly. “I missed you!” he gushed. 

You hit his chest playfully, “I missed you too,” you frowned for a moment and looked away. Tom’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you okay?” You simply nodded. Tom stared at you for a moment and then shook his head. “Anyway, um, Benedict asked me to tell you that he’s invited both of us youngsters out for dinner tonight. Just as one last ‘fuck you!’ to work, before officially start back up tomorrow.”

“That does sound like something he would do,” you agreed and Tom laughed, punching your shoulder playfully. You yelped loudly, retreating quickly from him. 

“Woah,” he exclaimed, holding his hands up, “Are you okay? What happened to your shoulder?” 

“I fell,” you said. Nervousness jabbed at your ribs. You’d barely talked to Tom for a minute and he’d already asked if you were okay twice. He seemed to buy your explanation, and apologized for accidentally hitting your sore shoulder, to which you nodded absently. 

Tom was silent for a couple of heartbeats. He studied you. You were not usually like this. Or maybe you had been a little like this those four months ago, when you first started filming. He didn’t understand what caused you to be that way, so distant and unhappy. 

“Hey, anyway, I’m gonna go, I’m trying to actually read the script this time,” he joked, and you laughed because you knew it was a hopeless task. 

“Have fun,” you mumbled, and as soon he left, you body slid down against the wall, and your facade crumbled, tears leaving your eyes.

___________________________

Before the dinner, you took three pain killers. Then, you waited restlessly, hoping that the pills might kick in. They did but your body felt strange and buzzy. You ignored it, a blossoming hope forming in your chest that you might be able to conceal your pain in the pills and the clothing. 

Benedict came knocking on your door around 7, a smile on his face. “Y/n!” he said, and you both hugged. A small smile had formed on your lips, when you actually managed to deal with the ache, now much weaker than previously.

You both then walked to Tom’s trailer, and then the three of you walked to a restaurant, not too far from your filming location.

“So, what have you two been up to in our little break?” Benedict asked once you all sat down, having ordered already. You glanced at Tom, hoping that he’d start. 

“Me and my brothers went back home to our mum and dad. Had a pretty regular Christmas. I gave the best gifts. I got some pretty cool socks,” Tom joked around. You and Benedict stifled a laugh. Then both Ben and Tom looked at you, and you realized it was your turn to tell them about what you’d been up to. 

“Oh, well, I.. I spent Christmas with my parents. My grandparents and cousins also came,” you were lying through your teeth. You avoided their eyes, sipping your soda. 

“Got any presents?” Benedict asked and you cursed at yourself internally for forgetting such a simple part of Christmas. And for making things awkward. 

“I got some clothes, some books. Pretty standard stuff,” you forced a smile, “What about you, Benadryl?”

Benedict rolled his eyes at your comment, making you and Tom fist-bump one another, giggling quietly as he told you about his own Christmas. The night was going alright, except for that rough start. Mostly you avoided any talk of your family, and you could feel yourself getting better, the further the conversation got from your family. Until-

“Y/n, what’s that on your hand?” 

Instinctively, you pulled your hand to your lap, straightening yourself up and gulping. You looked down, pretending to inspect it and then looked up. 

“It’s, uh, it’s dirt. Wow, I should really go wash my hands, haha-” Tom grabbed your hand from under the table, pulling it towards him. Your foundation was wearing off, a large purple patch stemming from your wrist and snaking up your hand revealing itself. 

You couldn’t breathe. Both Tom and Ben just stared at it. You tried to pull back but Tom was much stronger than you. Tears blurred your vision. 

“Y/n, what is this?” Tom whispered, and you felt his fingers rubbing the bruise gently. The tears finally fell, and now both men were looking at you. Benedict looked serious. It was an expression you’d never really seen on his features before, at least not outside of your acting. 

“I-I fell..” you mumbled, but you knew it was useless. 

“Y/n.. Who did this?” Benedict’s voice was low, gently setting a hand on your shoulder. You flinched. 

“I don’t know.. I don’t..” 

“Y/n!” Tom’s voice was raised. You immediately jumped away from them both, putting your arms in front of you in fear. Several people turned to look at you three. Shaking, you lowered your hands, and saw Tom and Ben staring at you worriedly. Tom had tears in his eyes. 

“Let’s talk about this back at the studio, okay?” Benedict, now afraid to touch you, spoke slowly and comfortingly. You nodded and then two men got up, standing on either side of you, grabbing one of your hands each. 

“Was it your dad?” Tom growled as you walked in the night, moon rising in the sky. 

“Yes..” you whispered, so low you wondered if they heard it, but they did. They both exchanged glances. Tom was furious. Benedict was too, but he was collected. Tom itched to ask you more and help you, console you right there on the street, but Benedict sent him a warning look not to. 

You walked back to the studio in silence. The three of you entered your trailer and you quietly wished you had predicted something like this would happen, because the bottle of strong pain killers was still out and open on your kitchen table. 

Benedict spotted them immediately and grabbed them. His eyes narrowed as he read the bottle description. Then he looked at you and then it again. Tom watched helplessly, holding your shoulders gently. 

“How many more are there? Bruises.” Ben was clearly angry. He was losing his cool, hands shaking as he grabbed your hand to pull up your sleeve. You tried to move his hand away, but he slid the sleeve up to your elbow and just stared at the blue, yellow and purple that littered your arm. Tom was frozen beside you. 

Ben slid up your other sleeve, breathing speeding up as he saw more, and then he tugged at the collar of your turtleneck, exposing the jarring and ugly sight of a red handprint. He pulled away suddenly, walking away from you. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, hitting the wall of the trailer. He hung his head low. You jumped and turned around, but Tom simply embraced you, and then sat you both down on the floor. You hid your face in his neck, sobbing again. Tom’s hands slowly rubbed your back. 

“Okay..” said Benedict after a while. You could hear that he’d calmed down. Ben angrily wiped a few tears from his face, turning to you and Tom on the floor. Tom was simply frowning now. He never wanted to let you go. He never wanted any harm to come to you. 

“I’m gonna call the police and get your dad arrested,” he said, and you heard his footsteps, as he wondered what to do next. 

“No!” you exclaimed, scrambling to your feet away from Tom. Both men looked at you in confusion. “No! You can’t do that, he’s- he’s just trying to get better. If I wait a little longer, he’s going to get better.” 

“Y/n..” Benedict whispered sadly and you ran to him hoping to stop him. “You can’t wait for him. You’re putting yourself in danger..” you shook your head, but Ben grabbed your shoulders and looked into your eyes, “he’s a grown man, Y/n. He doesn’t deserve pity or patience. Not after doing this. Nothing excuses this. Nothing.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, lip quivering, but still you nodded. 

“Can your mother take care of you?” Ben asked, piercing blue eyes still staring into your soul. There was no point in lying anymore, you knew. 

“No.” 

“Alright, then you’ll stay with me.” Ben declared, “You’ll stay with me until we can find someone from your family who can take care of you.” You looked up at him with shining eyes. Despite the uncomfortable situation you found yourself in, a genuine smile broke out on your face. 

You hugged him, thanking him breathlessly. Ben and Tom made eye contact, and smiled gently at each other. Tom had cried silently at your interaction. The thought that someone would hurt someone he loved so dearly shattered his heart completely. 

“Now,” Benedict said finally, “we need to drive you to the hospital.” 

You agreed and while Tom drove, Ben was in the backseat on the phone with the police department. You just watched the beautiful neon lights shining in the pitch black night, snow illuminating the ground. People still littered the streets. 

You knew it now. Your father didn’t deserve your waiting, and though it would take very long to finally live with and truly understand, it was worth it to start the fight. You truly owed it to the two jerks you worked with. What would you even do with out them?

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[keanureevesisbae]

The alluring charm of Henry Cavill - Chapter 9

Summary: Adelaide is back home again, preparing herself for her newest movie with David Castañeda.

Henry Cavill x Adelaide Park (ofc)

Wordcount: 1.9k

Warnings: None

A/N: I wanted to add this to yesterday’s part, but I decided to give it a part of its own, since in my head, the chapter would be too choppy. After this only three more chapters 😭😭

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When I earned my first million dollars, I bought a mansion for my parents, with elevators so my mom could be mobile and be everywhere in the house whenever she wanted.

The cab stops at the tiny roundabout I had built in front of the mansion and the driver helps me with my suitcases. ‘Thank you,’ I say with a quick smile, giving him a fifty dollar tip.

‘Are you sure, miss?’ he asks me.

‘Absolutely,’ I tell him. ‘Have a nice day.’

The front door opens and while the cab drives off, my dad rushes towards me. I’m nailed to the gravel, but tears still escape my eyes and roll over my cheeks.

I missed him so much.

‘Come here,’ he says, as he pulls me in his arms, engulfing me in one of the safest hugs in the world. No matter what happened, a hug from my dad always helps. When I scraped my knee when I was younger, when I didn’t get a part I really wanted and now.

A hug from my appa is sometimes the only thing that makes me feel a little bit better under shitty circumstances like this.

‘Appa, I’m so sorry,’ I whisper against his shoulder.

‘Don’t,’ he tells me. ‘You are here. I am here. Eomma and I love you very much, no matter what.’

He can’t be this sweet, not after what happened. ‘I screwed up.’

‘You did not.’ My dad holds my upper arms and forces me to look at him. He actually seems a bit pissed when he says: ‘He screwed up, not you. Never.’

I wipe my tears away, but the tap is open now, so they are replaced by others in a split second. He holds my hand tightly in his and pulls me inside, as we both carry a suitcase.

‘I’m happy you’re home,’ he tells me. ‘I missed you.’

‘I missed you too.’ And that isn’t a lie. I missed him dearly and holding his hand, brings me back tons of years ago, when I would hold his hand as he was wandering around the house, trying to ease his mind and not let his worries get to him. I barely took walks with him, so pacing around our tiny house, was the only time I could pretend we were like every other father-daughter pair: he would hold my hand as he guided me through life, my obstacles how significant or insignificant they seemed.

When I walk inside, I see my mom already waiting for me. I run towards her and hug her tightly. She presses a kiss on my cheek and says: ‘Where is this Henry? I have to see him, so I can run him over with wheelchair.’

I can’t stop my chuckle, but that chuckle turns into a soft cry. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper. ‘I let you two down.’

‘You didn’t let us down,’ she says. ‘Henry Cavill did. I thought he was nice. Good for you. He is an idiot.’

‘Don’t,’ I start, but when I see the death glare my mom sends me, I quickly shut up. Besides, who do I think I am? Sticking up for Henry when a) he can’t even hear me and b) he hurt me badly and lied to me?

What on earth possesses me?

The entire flight I thought about it. About Henry and me. I can’t believe I was this blind, I totally fell for it and just believed him. This is obviously partially my fault of course. Hadn’t I done this, hadn’t I been this blind, I would’ve just become friends with him and then my heart wouldn’t have been severely broken like it is now.

My parents and I go to the kitchen and we prepare some tea. I talk to them about the show and how they enjoyed most parts of it. ‘It was good to see you like that,’ my father says. ‘You don’t have to be so private and serious all the time.’

I simply nod, not knowing exactly how to respond to it.

‘We love you,’ mom says, ‘and we always will, dasom.’

‘I love you too.’ My phone starts to vibrate on the counter and I look at the screen.

David?

‘I have to take this,’ I say and while I walk out of the kitchen, I pick up the phone. ‘Hi.’

David Castañeda sounds cheerful when he asks: ‘Hi, Adelaide, how are you?’

‘You honestly have to ask that?’ I mumble, before I go to the conservatory and plop on a couch. I look over at the backyard, where the sprinklers are on.

‘Stupid question,’ he says. ‘I’m terribly sorry. Thought Henry Cavill was a real nice dude, but this was pretty shitty. You want to be distracted? I have pretty exciting news.’

‘Please, tell me something fun. I could really need it..’

‘I got the part.’

It takes me a few seconds before I understand it. ‘You got it?’ I ask, a smile creeping up on my face. A new project means distraction and distraction means not thinking about Henry. ‘Oh my, are you serious? This is amazing.’

‘I know right, so just when I cut my hair short again, they told me to start growing it out,’ he chuckles.

I start to laugh, as I envision him as I close my eyes. ‘I can’t wait to see you again,’ I say in all honesty, because it’s true. I can’t wait to see him again. I know David and I know what an honest and lovely guy he is. I could open up to Henry, but he didn’t deserve it. David does deserve my honesty and I know the he will never betray me like that.

‘I can’t wait to see you,’ he tells me. ‘Production starts in two months, but I sure hope you and I can meet up before that? I mean, if that’s okay with you?’

‘That’s more than okay, David. I really want to catch up. I don’t have much to do, so I can  meet up and start binging season two of the Umbrella Academy.’

‘You still haven’t done that?’ He scoffs. ‘Deeply insulted, Adelaide Park.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I say, ‘but I have been pretty occupied these weeks.’

David sighs deeply, knowing instantly what I’m referring to. ‘I’m so sorry that this happened during a live stream. Are you okay, though?’

‘I’m fine,’ I lie, but I’m not even convinced by that myself, so I quickly add: ‘Well, I’m not, but I don’t want to talk about it.’

‘Understandably so,’ he tells me. ‘I do have to go now, but I just had to tell you this. We’ll catch up soon, Adelaide.’

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Angela Bassett: Darling, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I spoke to Henry and while I understand you don’t want to talk to him, he really wants you to know he’s sorry.

Adelaide: You’ve been talking to him?

Angela Bassett: I have, yes.

Adelaide: Could you maybe tell him something from me?

Angela Bassett: Absolutely

Adelaide: That I don’t want to see him ever again, nor talk to him.

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It has been two weeks since the terrible livestream. However, I do realize how insanely lucky I am with my fans. The once prior and after the Celebrity Project. I read so many comments about how I didn’t deserve this and that I’m better off without him anyways.

I just had my first event after The Celebrity Project and the responses to it were so overwhelmingly positive, my heart simply swelled when I was reading them. Sure, people were tagging Henry in it and that made me pretty furious, but I feel like I can actually overcome this.

I walk through the park, staring at my phone screen. David and I are supposed to meet up and he shared his location with me, however I can’t seem to find him. According to the app, he should be on my right, but I don’t see him when I look up. When I stare back at the phone, the bubble indicating where he is has moved and is now somewhere else. I growl out of frustration.

Does it really have to be this difficult?

‘There she is,’ I hear a voice saying me behind me and when I turn around, I see it’s David. A smile breaks out on my face and I run towards him. When I wrap my arms around his shoulders, he pulls me close to his body. ‘I missed you, Adelaide.’

‘I missed you too,’ I smile and I let him go to take him in. ‘Oh my, look at you. Are you excessively working out again?’

‘Diego Hargreeves is supposed to have a very low body fat percentage,’ he tells me with a cocked eyebrow. ‘But, I have been doing absolutely nothing these past few weeks, as preparation for our movie.’ He holds out a cardboard holder with two paper cups in them. ‘I brought you an iced cappuccino with vanilla syrup, just the way you like it.’

He remembered… ‘You are amazing, David, thank you.’ We take a seat on a park bench and I look to the side. ‘What?’ I ask him, when he looks at me.

‘You look good.’

‘Don’t even start,’ I say, before taking a sip.

He must sense I don’t want to talk about the whole Henry thing. ‘Tell me something else then: are you excited for the movie?’

‘Of course,’ I say with a smile. ‘And they are going to bleach my hair soon.’

‘Ah really? I love this color.’

‘I do too, but the director has a very specific type of journalist in mind for this movie. Besides, I think a refreshing blonde is a nice contrast when it comes to your brooding character.’

‘Brooding is what I do best.’ David takes a sip of his drink and closes his eyes, as he soaks up the sun. ‘Is there anything you want to do in Switzerland?’

‘I heard there was a special class to learn to do the waltz. Maybe you and I can do that.’

‘Dancing with the Adelaide Park? Sign me the fuck up.’

I nudge him in the side. ‘You’re an idiot.’ Before he can be even slightly offended, even if it were fake, I smile. ‘Joking.’

He smiles. ‘I know you don’t want to talk about the Celebrity Project, but I do have to say something.’

‘Better make it quick then and I have to warn you: I don’t want to hear his name.’

He nods. ‘I just wanted to say that it was good seeing you like this. I have always wondered what you were like. I mean, I knew you were nice, but you were so serious from time to time, so private, even after filming for so long and doing interviews together. I get that it can be hard to open up, but knowing these things about you now, after watching the show, made me realize you have been putting on a brave face for way too long.’

I take another sip. ‘Well, I’ll try and do better.’

‘Don’t try and do better,’ he says. ‘Try and be yourself, because being yourself is better.’

‘Oh, how wise,’ I chuckle, rolling my eyes.

‘Should I write this down and post this with an inspirational picture on Instagram?’

‘To delete it twenty minutes afterwards?’ I slap his arm. ‘Hopeless, David, very hopeless.’

He smiles. ‘Just pinky promise me you can try to be honest with me. Practice being open and yourself around me, okay? I won’t judge.’ He holds out his pinky and I chuckle, when I hook my pinky through his and say: ‘Pinky promise.’

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[allthefilmsiveseenforfree]

Godzilla vs. Kong

From the first rumble in the seats in the Dolby theater, I was so glad I chose to see this movie on the big screen. At times it felt like I was on one of those “4-D” roller coasters where the seats rumble and they spray water on your or pipe smells into the audience. That’s how close I was to the action! As at least a casual fan of the previous entries in the Monsterverse, I was looking forward to Godzilla vs Kong and my goodness, those medium expectations sure were met. How medium was it? Well...

I would like the science in this movie to win Best Comedy or Musical in next year’s Golden Globes. This is probably the hardest I’ve laughed in a theater in over a year (obviously there are other reasons for that, but the sentiment still stands). This movie was nonsensical, loud, shiny, dumb fun and I had a great fucking time watching it. Oh, you probably want a plot summary - I’m just gonna refer you to the title of the film. That about covers all you need to know.

Some thoughts:

“Somewhere on Skull Island” - whaaaaat is with this title card? It’s a tiny island. How many possible locations could there possibly be for a giant fuck-off ape to be taking his nap?

I know we’re not here for any semblance of plot but boy, they really sprained something trying to lift these clunky paragraphs of exposition into anything resembling what actual humans would say.

These opening credits are one of the funniest sequences I’ve seen in ages.

My main man Brian Tyree Henry! I had no idea he was in this (frankly I knew virtually nothing about this movie because what do you even need to know about a movie with the title Godzilla vs. Kong). He’s playing a completely different vibe than I’ve ever seen him play - the comedic relief and a mile-a-minute vaguely conspiracy theorist podcast host who is obsessed with Sir Zilla and the other Titans. I really enjoyed seeing this other side of him!

Absolutely terrible waste of Kyle Chandler, who was probably paid more than my yearly salary for 60 seconds of Protective and Frazzled Dad perfection.

One of the highlights of the film is the performance of young actress Kaylee Hottle as Jia. Jia is Deaf, and so is Kaylee in real life, and I’m always here for more Deaf representation onscreen! And her friendship with Kong is one of the few things in the movie that elicits any genuine emotion of any kind. When he booped her I literally said “Aw!” out loud.

The visuals of the hollow Earth are very cool and remind me of those space age desktop backgrounds that most of the guys I know who built their own PCs and spent a lot of time on Tor.com would have had.

Even the most ridiculous films like this one will sometimes include little bits of worldbuilding that are thoughtful and have fascinating implications. For example, the “Titan Shelters” in Hong Kong - who pays for those? The government? Do rich people have reinforced private Titan Shelters while poor folks have to rely on the public ones, which are likely overcrowded and possibly don’t have enough resources? (I think we all know the answer to that).

I am very much enjoying all the neon in the Hong Kong fight, and how much more visually interesting it makes two giant blobs slamming their blob bodies against each other while causing a staggering amount of property damage.

Finally a realistic “I can crack the password!” scene!

Did I Cry? Ok, a teeny tiny bit, about Kong and Jia’s friendship.

Times I laughed LOUDLY in the theater: when Mr. Zilla, who can literally shoot lightning out of his damn mouth just straight up punches Kong in the face. When Kong gets attacked by all those lizard things in the hollow Earth and just uses one motherfucker to slap another motherfucker. When they use an anti-gravity machine (whatever that actually means) as a defibrillator for an ape that is sometimes as big as a skyscraper and other times as big as a mountain.

And now a series of questions:

Why is this high school class just watching the news in the middle of the day? The G-Z has attacked cities at least 3 other times in this universe that we know of. Like, this isn’t their 9/11, this is a thing that just regularly happens.

You decided it was a good idea to transport Kong over the ocean...where Big Daddy G hangs out all the time? Like...that’s where he lives, you guys. You’re basically trying to sneak Kong over the roof of Godzilla’s house and hoping he doesn’t notice.

OH and you had a Kong-sized net and a team of Kong transport helicopters ready the WHOLE TIME? But you still chose “sneaking over Godzilla’s house” as your first plan of action????

How long can Kong hold his breath? He goes underwater for some long ass periods.

In fact, what are the details of Kong’s physiology in general? How tall is he? Because at one point in his fight with The GZA, he’s standing on the floor of the Tasman Sea, no big deal - except the Tasman Sea has a depth of roughly 18,000 feet. And Kong’s just chilling out in the water at waist level? But he’s also shorter than the skyscrapers in Hong Kong? I choose to believe he can grow and shrink at will because that makes more sense than the sloppy joe approach to his biology the screenwriters are using.

I like Millie Bobby Brown as much as the next guy, but does it bother anyone else that she always sounds congested? Is that a consequence of her doing her American accent? It’s incredibly distracting.

Oh, this entire scene is set in Antarctica but no one is wearing hats or gloves? Sure sure sure.

And no one is having any problems breathing the air in the middle of the fucking earth? No one thought to check that the atmosphere was breathable before everyone takes off their helmets? No noxious fumes to worry about in the center of a planet that produces magma and shit?

You’re taking your child to the literal center of the earth? Is this not the ONE TIME you think you might need a babysitter?

The ship that can *checks notes* withstand the forces present during an entire reversal of gravity is crushed by Kong’s fist like it’s a tube of toothpaste?

Even though the Earth is hollow, I’m assuming the distance to reach the core is still about the same, so Godzilla’s lighting can 1) act as a drill to - I cannot reiterate this strongly enough - the CENTER OF THE FUCKING EARTH and 2) Godzilla and Kong can yell at each other for 3,958 miles (give or take) and still hear each other? Do they have superhearing? Is this something we’re studying or are we content to just have them Hulk smash all of that incredibly important evolutionary biology to bits while everyone stands around?

Because this is a “vs” movie, of course there is no clear-cut “winner” at the end. Instead the two parties leave each other with a grudging respect formed, an uneasy truce in place. But I’m obsessed with the way this final scene plays out, as though Godzilla is a bitter ex walking away from Kong after their doomed relationship has run its course. The lighting, the soft music, the absolute melodrama of this giant lizard slinking slowly back into the sea. Godzilla is giving the gays everything they want in 2k21 and I am here for it. Here’s hoping the next entry in the franchise has Kong hooking up with Rodan to make G jealous and they all have a messy public fight over brunch, Real Housewives style.

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[revchainsaw]

Stargate (1994)

Welcome to the Cult Film Tent Revival my freaky fanatics, prepare yourselves to take the sacrament from across the stars, as we engage in the miraculous works of one of our most beloved Cult Saints, Saint Kurt. Coming to us from the golden age of Sci-fi Adventures, when Hollywood would dump the big bucks into a film so out of this world, we are partaking this evening of 1994's Stargate!

The Message

Every child has an Egypt phase. I remember fondly flipping through my DK Eyewitness guide to ancient Egypt with my Anubis warrior action figure from the movie stargate propped up on my desk. This wasn't even school work, Egypt inspired this young freak to learn outside of the classroom, and Stargate inspired me to look to Egypt in the first place. My father was a military man, as mentioned before, and this film irked him to some degree. He hated that the film was slightly critical of firearms, but mostly he hated that it depicted the high security military installation where he worked unrealistically. You know the high security military installation in the side of Cheyenne Mountain. yeah, that one. I don't know why my father expected a bunch of nerds from Hollywood with not security clearance to have any idea what it looked like in that hyper-secure location, but he did. I suspect after they lost him on the guns he was looking for any reason to hate Stargate, and so, impressionable as I was, I thought for years that this movie was really stupid.

Thank the Gods of Cult that I had the inspiration to give this film a second chance. I have to say, it's a little stupid, but it's not REALLY stupid. Also, Disney's Atlantis is totally just animated Stargate, and that's pretty fucked up.

Stargate is the story of how a big old nerd, whos name is NOT Milo, played by James Spader was enlisted by a bunch of military bad guy types to use his crackpot pseudoscience egyptology crap to decipher a bunch of writings that every other scientist or academic was wrong about. When he does this he succesfully creates a Stargate, a bridge between our world and another.

Our other hero is Sergeant Kurt Russell. Russell is sitting around trying to take two and not call his doctor in the morning, just generally being sad about guns because his son accidentally shot himself. Like father like son I guess. Sorry if that sounds cruel, it's just so desperately reaching for pathos and drama that it kind of enters into the realm of parody parody. I may have been raised by gun nuts, but I am very pro depicting guns as dangerous. Stargate is about as subtle as a pie in the face, or a bullet in the face. Ok, I'm done. Anyway, the military has one more mission for Kurt and he decides for some reason that means that guns are good again for killing bad guys, except for later when he decides that guns are bad again.

So Disney's Atlantis and Guile from Street Fighter enter the Stargate and discover a world where illiterate humans are kept in subjugation by a ruling class of aliens who use them to mine precious minerals and demand to be worshipped as Gods. The leader of these aliens is an immortal alien being who has possessed the body of a teen boy pop sensation and goes by the name of Ra.

James Spader is gifted a wife by the locals because it's so quirky that women are property, i guess, but it's okay because they happen to be in love, and with her help he is able to learn the truth behind this worlds condition. Ra had built the Stargate to travel between worlds and was worshipped in Ancient Egypt, however the people got wise to his BS and he had to escape. He took many humans hostage and crossed the stargate and then banned reading and writing as an attempt to quell any kind of uprising, and it's worked for a long time.

Ra is pissed at the earth boys though because he knows a nuclear weapon when he sees one. Turns out Kurt Russell brought a big ol bomb with him across the stargate as a contingency plan for any aggro aliens they may have found. Hey, they found them so I guess it wasn't too bad of an idea. Ra punishes his worshippers by having them mercilessly bombed and Spader and Russell team up with the locals to revolt. They eventually gain the upper hand and Ra attempts to flee with his Pyramid space ship but our heroes teleport the nuke onto his ship and save the day. Thus launching several Sci-Fi television series that I have never watched.

The Benediction

Best Scene: Ra Footage

The Throne Room Scene where we are first introduced to Ra and his godlike warriors is pretty excellent. It's so menacing how he surrounds himself with a force field of children, and the combination of futuristic technology with an ancient Egyptian aesthetic that this film sells itself on is on it's ultimate display in this scene. I really like the villains in this movie and I savor whenever they get to be shown off.

Best effect: Mastadge Ride

The CG on Stargate is better than in Species which sought to be it's competitor a year later, but it is still dated. It's utilized in cool enough ways and sparingly enough that even though it looks cartoony at moments it is very easy to forgive. Being Easy to forgive however, would be a pretty lackluster qualification for best effect and I'm going to have to turn this honor to the practical creature effects for the Mastadge. When we are first introduced to our alien world one the first things we see is the fuzzy maw of one of these creatures, before it takes James Spader for a very harrowing trip across the desert. These alien beasts of burden do sometimes reveal that they are mounted upon horses, but in close ups they just look so good. I love them and I want one.

Worst Scene: It's just sad OK!

Kurt Russell becomes very popular with the young men from the village of Ra's worshippers. They come to see him as some kind of hero and seek to emulate him. However, these people are very peaceful and not in any way battle hardened. A group of the young men stand up to the leaders and seek to aid the Earthlings in their revolution. They are brave but in many ways out classed by Ra's elite guards. Through the sheer force of numbers they do succeed in casting off the shackles of their oppressors but not before one of the young men we've come to care about is tragically blasted all to shit in slow mo. That scene made me cry a ton when I was a kid, and I dreaded waiting for it as an adult. It is worth noting that if you aren't 5 years old a lot of the drama in Stargate is pretty hamfisted and corny. It's a pretty excellent action movie, and a pretty goofy drama.

Coolest looking Villain: Animals as Leaders

I used to think that Ra was really stupid looking, but I was a kid and was biased towards cool warriors with animal heads, but I really have a much better appreciation for the effects and costume design of all of the godly villain crew than I used to. That said, The Anubis guy in particular still holds up. It's the dope Jackal head, the teal of the armor. It's what I picture when I picture Stargate. The Horus guys are also worth a mention with their awesome hawk jets. I couldn't pick a "Best" villain, so I went with the Coolest Looking.

Worst Aspect: Lacking Character

When I have fond thoughts of Stargate, they almost never revolve around the characters, or if they do it's in a juvenile manner. Who had cool armor, who had cool weapons, or who did the coolest thing? I have a hard time caring about these meandering people. They are inconsistent. They have no flaws that they work on or grow from. They are special because the script insists that it's so, and I don't really care if they succeed or fail at any point in the film. It's a shame because we have a good set up, and good lore. If at any point any body acted like a real person I think Stargate would be better remembered as a film than as the weird older sibling of a long running television series.

Summary

I'd like to say that Stargate succeeds at everything it's trying to do, but it doesn't. Stargate fails in the tragedy and pathos it attempts to create within it's characters; but it does succeed in almost every other way. Stargate is an engaging and exciting action movie. Stargate delivers on it's science fiction concept, and provides some fun fantasy lore to round out it's world building. Stargate is also a great looking (at most times) special effects spectacle. For all of those reasons, It is not a great film, but it is pretty darn good film.

Overall Grade: B

#Stargate #Sci-Fi #1994 #90s #Action #Adventure #aliens #egypt #space #Kurt Russell #James Spader #Grade B #B #Grade: B #(B)

[the-passenger-if]

heya! sorry if this has been asked before, but i couldn't find it thanks to crappy tumblr... but do you have any fave WIP's? i'm currently looking for new stuff to play. kinda broaden my horizon XD and since i love your game, maybe you have a similar taste as me?? thanx!

Hey there :3

Yeah of course, there are a lot of really good ones, but my top ones are heavily character driven and most of them have awesome ROs

List of WIPs in no particular order.

SUPERHEROES/SUPERHERO-ADJACENT:

Freak: Amidst the Neon Lights. TW: a scientist is creepily gross towards MC.

From the author’s fingers: A fish out of water tale.

A young isolated MC without a ‘voice’ grows up in a lab poked prodded and tested for eighteen years finds themselves thrown into the chaotic world of powers and abilities beyond human kine. They will have an adventure that will define who they are and make an impact in a world they never knew existed.

RO after my own heart: Mh. No one really, but  the MC and Silic are awesome.

WIP state: On hiatus

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Model Citizens: Unmasked

From the author's fingers: It’s a story about a world full of heroes with odd and amazing powers! But… you’re not one of them. You don’t have powers, and you don’t plan to go and fight crime. No, you’re just a model, everyday citizen. A reporter, in fact, tied into the events of heroes but never really a part of them

Except for one (well, two, but thats already said and done), little exception.

You work for The Nickelport Rust, a controversial paper known for one reason and one reason only.

Unmasking heroes.

RO after my own heart: V. and Ricky (with a special mention to Lucy)

WIP state: On hiatus

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Fallen Hero: Retribution

Enough said--also, Malin didn't write a summary for this one n_n"

RO after my own heart: Ortega. I would romance Steel and Argent too.

WIP state: Malin is running a closed alpha

SUPERNATURAL:

SoS: The Mortal Coil. This one and The ORPHEUS Ruse were big inspirations for The Passenger as discussed here.

From the author's fingers: Archangels were designated to serve the whims of their God. As Gabriel, you wield power and influence in Heaven. Yet your God, silent for centuries, has given you an order, one unlike any other you have received. You are to raise a satanspawn on earth, living in secret as a mortal. play as the archangel, Gabriel. Your cover is that of a junior detective with the Major Crimes division of JCPD. It’s supposed to be a straightforward protection detail.

But things rarely go according to plan.

Will you stay loyal to Heaven and their rules or will you play it fast and loose? Will you try to seize the throne or find your place on Earth? Will the satanspawn prove to be beyond saving or will you raise him to be a beacon of hope?

Work with the various supernatural factions in one of the few cities that is neutral in the war between Heaven and Hell. Fall in love, solve a few cases, and discover if your past will define your future.

RO after my own heart: Michael. That fucking brat.

WIP state: On hiatus

ADVENTURE:

Diaspora. You guys... Diaspora. If you're into Dragon Age, Diaspora is a must.

From the authors' fingers: it’s about a clan of people forced to flee their homeland and establish themselves elsewhere in the world. The Cine, of which the PC is a part, are traditionally a raiding culture, accustomed to theft and piracy as a way of life, meaning that few will welcome them as neighbors. Throughout the story, the PC will have opportunities to shape the perception of their clan, as well as the direction their people will take with their new settlement. Will you stick to traditional values at the steep diplomatic cost that may entail? Or, against the advice of your clan’s leadership and some of your close friends, will you try to change the very fate of the Cine, their role in the world around them?

RO after my own heart: Pan. There's no words to describe how much I love this magnificent bastard. They are my favorite RO ever too and a big inspiration for some of Roach's mannerisms.

WIP state: Kiku and August work on it whenever they have time but I would say it's pretty active for a WIP this big.

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Relics of the Lost Age. TW: for people being bigots; it has nazis, it has the kkk, you can punch them in the face tho :3

From the author's fingers: The game is basically a fun (I hope), swashbuckling Indiana Jones-em-up, in which you play as a 1930s archaeologist trying to locate a number of occult artifacts before various nasty types can get their hands on them. There will be high adventure in far-flung corners of the world, wacky stunts, Nazi-punching, the possibility of romance (4 possible ROs in total, although you don’t meet them all in Chapter 1), loss, betrayal and all kinds of good stuff along those lines. Give it a go; you never know, you might like it!

I've never watched an Indiana Jones film in my entire life, but this game kicks ass and its author is a very intelligent person and also a sweetheart. Go say hello!

RO after my own heart: Not a RO but I'm crossing my fingers for Maria Garcia Perez. Yes, mama, call me a dumbass and kick me in the face.

WIP state: Active. The Prof is a word-spurting beast :O

ANYTHING BY THOMB, REALLY:

But the WIP i'm following at the moment is the third book in the Evertree Saga, Lux: City of Secrets

From the author’s fingers: continuing the story that began with Evertree Inn and Sordwin. In this fantasy adventure, you return once again as an investigator of magical mysteries, this time exploring the many twisting tales of a city full of secrets. Can you balance all the commitments of your new life in the big city and rise above, or will you become just another nameless face in the crowd?

Also, Thom is truly a sweetheart.

RO after my own heart: Dandy. Dandy Dandy Dandy. (this one is a gender-flip and his female counterpart is Daisy)

WIP state: Active. Thom has 3 titles under their belt, they know what they're doing.

SLASHER HORROR:

Monsters. So so cool, also so so full of triggers--a character is super homophobic and a racist, other dude may hit a female MC in the face if he doesn't like what she's saying, so bear that in mind. I don't feel like the author was trying to be edgy, tho, he's just playing with old horror tropes and these people aren't supposed to be likeable anyways. If you like horror that's kind of Texas-Chainsaw-Massacry, this is a good one.

From the author's fingers: First off: This game contains ADULT CONTENT!!! It is a psychological survival horror, and intentionally contains content which some readers may find offensive. There’s a proper disclaimer in-game. But the warning is there. I’m choosing not to describe the content of the game because, honestly, I want it to be a surprise to anyone who has not read it but is intrigued. I want you to not know what to expect. wink

RO after my own heart: Nobody, but they are interesting to chat to.

WIP state: On hiatus.

OTHERS I ENJOYED A LOT:

Wilhelmina

The Wayhaven Chronicles: Book Two

Through Broken Lenses. TW: so much abuse. Tread with care.

The Seven Heirs of Ophaesia: Part One

Fox of Sunholt

Supernatural in New York

Good Intentions. TW: I think this one may be triggering too, but I don't quite remember the specifics, sorry.

What a Brilliant Existence!

Spellbound: A Ghost Story

Seven days in purgatory

Burwick Destination: Book One

A Cage of Mist and Shadow

Please remember to pay attention to the last time WIPs were updated, you don’t want to necrobump a thread.

#ask #wip recs #hope i'm not forgetting wips #but these are the ones I quickly recalled as i read the titles #Anonymous

[catb-fics]

Love Bites (Part 3)

Warnings: yep, there’s smut / Word Count: 2.8k

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"Do you wanna know a secret Y/N?" Van says, his voice low.

The rational part of your brain is telling you that he's playing a silly prank on you, but a tiny part of your mind is actually considering the ridiculous notion that Van might actually be something otherworldly. But that's just absurd. This isn't 19th century Transylvania for gods sake.

You don't trust yourself to speak so just nod and whisper, "Uh-huh..."

"I'm not like other guys."

No shit.

"What... do you mean?" You're curious, but wondering whether you do really want to know. What if Van's some kind of crazed psychopath and you've willingly walked into his lair?

He looks torn between whether to tell you or not, his brow furrows slightly and he catches his bottom lip in his teeth. Fuck... those incisors really do look sharp. Is he showing them off for your benefit? Maybe he's trying to scare you? You're suddenly overcome with uneasiness. You stand up quickly, and your heavy wooden chair skitters backwards across the stone floor with a screeching noise. You're trying to remain calm but you're pretty sure you're radiating panic. You pretend to look at your watch, like you've just realised that you have somewhere else to be.

"I think it's about time I got going home, thanks ever so much for the dinner."

You're not quite sure how it happens as you don't actually see Van rise up out of his chair, he just sort of materialises in front of you in the blink of an eye, and as he does so he whirls you around so you're pressed into the table with him towering over you. It happens so quick your head spins with confusion and a sizeable portion of fear now. Something is definitely VERY different about Van. You can see a darkness swirling in his eyes as he gazes down on you but despite your discomfort you can't look away. It's like he's cast a spell on you and you're helpless, trapped there between his body and the hard, unrelenting surface of the table. His hands are resting on the edge of the table on either side of your hips, ensuring that you can't slip away. But in any case you're not sure if you'd be able to even if your escape route was wide open.

"What if I were to tell you that all those stories you heard growing up were true? All the monsters you heard about as a kid? The creatures that dwell in the night..."

Fear floods your whole body, sending uncontrollable shivers through you. You hear a strangled high-pitched sound and realise it's actually coming from you. Instantly Van's features soften, a glimmer of warmth returns to his eyes. He reaches a cool hand up to gently rest on the side of your face, his thumb softly stroking your cheek.

"You don't need to fear me," he says, but the tremors still wrack you despite his assurances. You're now sure that Van's invited you here under false pretences and he truly means to harm you.

"What... are you?" You stutter.

He pauses and you suck in a breath.

"I'm a vampire..."

You were wholly expecting this, but it doesn't make the confirmation any easier to digest. You feel like your blood has turned to ice in your veins. Images run through your head, all the gothic horror books you've read, all the blood-thirsty Dracula films you've watched.

"Do you... do you... kill people?" You utter, frightened to know the answer but compelled to ask.

Van sighs, and steps back slightly. He glances down, shaking his head slightly like he's about to impart some bad news. You know what he's going to say before the words have left his lips. Dread sinks heavily in your gut.

"Y/N I don't want to lie to you," he says, and his eyes scan your face as he speaks, gauging your reaction. "I've done... bad things, really bad things. I've had to survive. There aren't many of my kind left... but times have changed. Don't believe everything you see in the movies."

Despite your trepidation your inquisitivity gets the better of you. You've always been fascinated by vampire folklore. Van's stance is more relaxed now too and you feel a small amount of tension leave your body. You boost yourself up to perch on the table, your hands in your lap and your legs dangling below.

"Well... I can see you're curious. What do you want to know?" A small smile plays on his lips, his fangs concealed for now.

Numerous thoughts flit through your head, and you can't settle on one. There are so many things you want to know. As soon as you start speaking the words tumble out.

"Do you sleep in a coffin? And can you only go out at night? Oh... and do crucifixes and garlic hurt you? What about a stake through the heart?"

Amusement is clear on Van's face as his smile widens. "You have been watching too many movies!" He muses. "I sleep in a bed actually. Garlic and crosses have no effect. And although I don't like the sun it won't harm me. Although have you seen the colour of my skin? I burn like anybody else. And I don't sparkle in the sunlight. I'm not Edward Cullen."

He chuckles then, a low, soft sound.

"What about the stake?"

He raises his brows. "Why do you want to know? Did you bring one with you tonight?"

"Of course not!" You actually find yourself smiling.

That's until you see his fangs again protruding slightly as he laughs. The realisation then floods you about what vampires actually do and the icy tendrils of fear start to creep up your back again.

Van appears up have read your thoughts. "I don't mean you any harm Y/N."

He moves closer and you feel his hands on your knees. He eases your legs apart firmly, stepping into the space there until he's merely inches away, his hair falling forward on to his face, masking his eyes briefly before he sweeps it back. They're burning with fire and and ice again as he speaks.

"But I do mean to have you."

You're locked in his gaze again and he leans in closer and closer until he's so near you can feel his warm breath on your face. You dimly wonder whether he's hypnotising you somehow, but then maybe he doesn't need to. In spite of everything you want him so badly. Every fibre of your being seems attuned to him as his fingertips brush your thighs just below the hem of your skirt, lightly drawing patterns on your skin.

"You can have me..." The words just slip out and Van needs no further encouragement. Your mouths collide, the soft skin of his full lips urgently pressing into yours. Your tongues entwine and he tastes like the red wine you've both been drinking. The kiss is sensual and deep, and even though Van's pressed up right against you it's not close enough. You clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer.

Eventually you pull away, breathless, as you feel Van's cool fingers slide under the hem of your top. He begins to tug it up over your body and you let him, raising your arms so he can pull it over your head. He casts it down on the floor, letting his eyes roam across your half naked form. You feel self-conscious and start to raise your hands up to cover your breasts but Van stops you, taking your wrists firmly in his hands and pressing them to your sides.

"Don't cover yourself, you're beautiful," he tells you. "God I want you so bad..."

Even as the words escape him he's leaning in to you, his lips brushing your neck. He explores all over the skin there with kisses which start off feather-light but progressively get more passionate, his lips puckering against your skin, hard enough to leave bruises. It feels so good but you can't let yourself go, tensing every time his teeth graze your sensitive flesh.

"You need to relax Y/N, it'll be so much better for you if you relax," he breathes in your ear.

"You're telling me to relax when you want to drink my blood? I'm scared."

He pulls away on hearing your words and takes your hands, entwining his fingers through yours. "Don’t be scared.... Come on, I'm taking you up upstairs."

His movements are so fluid, so graceful, all of a sudden he's scooped you up off the table, holding you bridal style. You wrap your arms around the nape of his neck. "Keep your eyes on me," he says.

You're dimly aware you're moving as you see things flicking past your peripheral vision and the sensation is almost like floating. You do as instructed and keep your eyes on Van, marvelling as you come to a stop within moments and you take a look around to find you're in a large room somewhere else in the house. The room is empty apart from a grand four poster bed and Van carries you over, gently setting you down on the soft, white sheets.

You can't tear your eyes away from him as he stands over the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it slip to the floor. The only light in the room is the moonlight filtering through the window and Van's pale skin looks almost luminous. You push yourself up on your elbows as he begins to unbuckle his belt.

"I'm frightened. Will it hurt? And what happens if you can't stop yourself?"

He pushes his jeans down and then he's just in his underwear as he climbs on to the bed. His movements seem feline as he crawls over to you, and it makes you think of a predator stalking its prey.

Is it possible his fangs have gotten longer? His lips are slightly drawn back as he looks at you, eyes pooling again with that darkness, but his voice is soft when he speaks.

"Y/N you're going to have to trust me. I'll try my hardest not to hurt you. I want this to be pleasurable for you too."

He reaches for the waistband of your skirt, easily locating the zip and you lift your hips off the bed slightly to allow him to pull it down with your underwear in one swift movement.

He moves until he's hovering over you on the bed, gazing down on you, his eyes moving hungrily over every inch of you.

"Mmm... I don't even know where to start with you..."

But he doesn't wonder for long. His head dips down to the base of your neck, kissing and licking all over, his hair tickling your skin. Then he gradually trails down, your nipples instantly stiffening under his touch as he takes each one in turn into his mouth. The feel of his teeth grazing your skin is a constant reminder of his hunger for you as he lavishes all his attention on your breasts until you're starting to squirm on the bed from the sensation, your hands raking through his hair.

Finally he raises his head, his voice low and seductive as he speaks. "Y/N... I need to taste you... I can't hold off any longer."

You're so aroused that every nerve in your body is bristling. You reach down and slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and start to tug them down. Getting intimate with a guy you've only just met isn't your style at all, but all your usual reservations have gone out the window with Van. You're so desperate to feel him inside you that you find yourself reaching down for his erection and guiding him to you, the groans of pleasure that escape him fuelling your need for him all the more.

He starts off gently, taking his time with you, easing into you gradually to allow you time to adjust to the feeling before he starts to move his hips slowly and precisely against yours. But suddenly, after a few thrusts into you he pauses, looming over you, breathing deeply, gazing down on you with an animalistic look about him, eyes blazing, teeth bared.

"Van... please don’t!” You utter, fear instantly flooding you, but it's too late.

He closes in on you with lightening speed and there's a feeling of intense pressure on your neck for an instant before your delicate skin yields to his fangs and a sharp shock of pain shoots through you. You cry out, your whole body going into spasm. But the pain is short-lived. It's soon replaced with a strange kind of euphoria that heightens all of your senses. It's almost like you can hear your own heart thudding in your chest whilst the blood's being drawn from your body. Every nerve receptor in your body seems to go into overdrive and the sensations you're feeling are amplified, the depth of Van's thrusts, the delicious sensation of his body moving against yours, creating friction where you need it the most. You can feel the pressure starting to build deep down inside and you push your hips up further to meet his, your bodies colliding in sync.

You gasp his name, clinging on to him, your nails digging into the flesh of his back as you pull him to you as close as you can. All the time his lips are feverishly pressed against your neck whilst he drinks from you, his breath ragged and hot whilst he pounds into you.

You're ascending to heights you've never reached before, your orgasm not just simmering between your thighs but radiating throughout your whole body and then it hits you. A crescendo so intense that your whole body convulses. You let out a moan, wrapping your legs around Van's waist as he bucks into you with all he's got. Suddenly he withdraws his fangs from your neck as he throws his head back, letting out a groan of pure pleasure as he spills into you a moment later. Then his body goes slack as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

You're temporarily stunned, your body still quivering from the aftershocks. You blink a few times, but your vision is blurred, and when you try to move your limbs feel heavy.

"Van?" You whisper, wondering what happens now.

He finally stirs, raising up and to the side and propping himself up on an elbow, leaning over you closely. His eyes fix on yours and they're mesmerising still but for once you're not looking at them. You're staring at his mouth, or more precisely what's around it. There's so much blood, it's coating his lips and smeared across his chin and you watch, unsettled, as he licks it from his lips like he's savouring the taste.

Now you've come back down to earth you start to feel panic bubbling up in your gut as the reality of what's just happened hits you. You can feel droplets of blood trickling down your neck still and you shoot out a hand to press against your wounds but Van catches your hand.

"Allow me," he says, leaning into your neck again, and you feel his tongue warm against your skin as he licks up every last drop. "You're fucking delicious you know..."

What if he wants more? You smile uneasily, trying to push yourself up on your elbows but your head spins and you collapse back on to the bed, wrung out. “I don't feel so good," you groan.

A thought occurs to you that in your weakened state it wouldn't take long for Van to finish you off. There's absolutely nothing you could do about it. You'll just have to lie there and let him take what he wants from you. You suddenly feel so exhausted that you're struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Y/N? Y/N?" You can hear Van's voice but it sounds far away, and then his face swims into view as he leans closer. "You're weak, you need to rest," he says softly.

"Am I dying?" You say, feeling strangely detached from all that's around you.

You hear Van laugh, a soft chuckle as he reaches over to brush a lock of hair back off your face and then his hand lingers there, stroking your cheek tenderly.

"No love, of course not. Now sleep. I'll be here for you when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere."

So you fall asleep, dimly aware of his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.

THE END 🧛‍♂️ 💕

Sorry the ending's a bit shit! May come back to this story one day (when I've finished off my million other unfinished stories!!)

#vampire van #catfish and the bottlemen #catb #van mccann #fanfic #vanfic #smut

[inagetawaycarxo]

NSFW A-Z | Chris Evans

— requested by @hryedwrdstles + Anons

WARNINGS: smut, sex, oral, talk of sexual acts.

A/N: Requests are open, for marvel (also endgame), Chris Evans + Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Jensen Ackles, Zendaya, Jacob Gyllenhaal & Tom Hiddleston. Want to be tagged in any chris evans fics/hc’s? hmu!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex Chris is all cuddly and clingy.

He will wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He will also, twirl your hair, or play with it either one, while rubbing soothing circles on your back, or just run his hand up and down your back, either one.

Sometimes he will hold your hand and bring it up to his lips to press kisses on it.

You and Chris have deep conversations/ conversations.

If you try to get up, he will pull you back down and tighten his grip around you, pulling you closer to him again, while whining about you leaving the bed, “Don’t leave me.” Or “please, stay in the bed with me, a little longer.” B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t really have a favourite body part.

But he does have two favourite body parts of yours. Which are your boobs and your ass.

He loves grabbing your ass in public, as well as smacking it. Also likes to spank/grab your ass while you’s two are having sex or hold your ass in general.

Sometimes, well all the time, Chris just stares at your boobs, especially if you wear a low-cut dress. He will also grab/grope them while he is having sex with you or going down on you. Not to mention he loves sucking on your tits/nipples.

Though he does love all your body parts, he just loves your boobs and ass more.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Mostly inside of you, but other times he will cum on your stomach. He loves it when you cum on his dick and on his fingers/mouth. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Though he loves being in control, he secretly finds it hot when you take control. Chris loves it when you dominate him. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He is definitely experienced. He knows what he is doing, and all the tricks and techniques to please you. F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary; Chris loves this position because he gets to see your face/facial expressions as he either makes love to you or fucks you. Also, cause of the whole being in control thing, but he likes to be closer to you, also because he gets to watch your boobs jiggle as he thrust into you, also gives him better access in kissing you, and your neck.

Doggy style; Chris loves this position a lot more than the two ones I have mentioned. He loves bending you over a surface or just the fact that you or on all fours/or bent over. He loves pulling your hair back or yanking it back and spanking your ass, also kissing your neck, and nibbling on your earlobe + kissing it. Chris loves to talk dirty in your ear, as he roughly thrusts into you

Riding him/cowgirl; Chris may love being in control, but every now and then he loves it when you ride him. He likes to grab your hips when you ride him, also your boobs and your ass. He loves watching your boobs bounce up and down.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He was serious at the beginning when you and him had sex but know that you’s two are more comfortable around each other he is goofy. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He trims it, that’s about it. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is a romantic, so of course, he is going to be romantic during sex.

He loves holding you close to him.

He will hold your hands, as well.

He will kiss you a lot, either on your lips, forehead, cheek, neck, the crook of your neck, shoulders or back.

Chris will also whisper in your ear or tell you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are.

He also sets the mood as well, lighting a few candles and putting on some music, even putting rose petals on the bed. J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Chris only masturbates when he is away filming, or on press tours. When he does masturbate it’s either in the shower or on the bed, though he prefers to masturbate in the shower.

He normally masturbates either in his hotel room or his trailer. Mostly it’s in the shower or on the bed.

Chris likes to either have phone sex with you or go off by the memory of your last sexual counter or look at explicit pics you sent him of yourself.

One of his hands will grab ahold of his throbbing shaft depends on the situation but his other hand will either be on the shower wall or holding his phone.

Either thinking about his last sexual encounter with you, while slowly jerking himself off.

If its phone sex, then he will look at the screen while you’s two talk dirty.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Light bondage, spanking, Daddy kink, praise kink, Dom, hair pulling, marking, dirty talk, food porn {he likes to use food on you while pleasuring you.}, body worship, roleplay, rough sex, orgasm control, orgasm denial. L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere really, on the bed, against the wall, in the shower, in a pool, on the beach, on the floor, in the kitchen, on the couch, in the car. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. You are Chris’s motivation, being around you, kissing you, you teasing him, or straddling his waist while you’s two are making out, while running your fingers through his hair. Kissing his neck.

Basically, anything you do gets him going. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would be painful/ hurt you. Breathplay is out of the question. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Chris loves giving you oral and he loves receiving it. He knows how to use his tongue, hands, fingers and mouth. He knows how to make you come undone. Every time Chris gives you oral you end up getting beard burn, but it is so worth it. Chris loves it when you praise him and moan his name.

Chris loves it when you give him a blowjob, he loves watching you take him all the way in, and he loves watching you bob your head up and down, also likes it when you massage/play with his balls. His fingers will be entangled in your hair, tugging at it. He likes to praise you too, telling you how good you are and so on.

Though he loves 69ing with you too. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Depends on his moods, he can be either fast and rough or slow and sensual.

He is mostly fast and rough when he is jealous or angry and a little bit needy, also when you’s two haven’t seen each other in a while.

He goes slow and sensual when he is making love to you and when you’s two are having makeup sex.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Chris loves quickies, he loves any kind of sex with you. You and Chris have quickies nearly all the time, though he prefers proper sex and taking his time with you. But he doesn’t say no to quickies. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He takes risks, once {well a couple of times} you’s two had sex in a movie theatre. As well as having sex at red carpet events and his movie premiers. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Chris can go for about two to three rounds. Though however when he has been away for a while, he has a lot of built-up sexually frustration, making him go longer than two to three rounds. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any, but he has brought some for you, and he is aware that you use them while he is away, though he doesn’t use them on you when he is with you. But he does like it when you use them when you’s two are having phone sex {or facetime/skype sex}. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Both of you love to tease each other, like a lot, especially in public places, or around other people.

Chris likes to trail his hands up and down your body, his fingers gently gazing/squeezing over your sensitive areas, before pulling away, leaving you craving for more.

Like with his hands he likes to trail his lips/mouth all over your body, especially the sensitive areas, before pulling away, leaving you craving for his touch.

He likes to lean close to your ear whispering dirty things into your ear, as well as describing all the things he is going to do to you, then he will nibble on your ear lobe before pulling away. A satisfied smirk on his face.

Chris will give you a little bit of pleasure (say oral or thrusting into you for a bit) before he pulls away and teases you.

Chris likes to kiss you passionately before stopping and pulling away from you. Same goes for you, you like to kiss Chris passionately before pulling away.

Chris likes to tell you how crazy you drive him while touching you. Same goes for you, you like to tell Chris how crazy he drives you while touching him.

Both of you’s like to give each other prolonged glances.

There is a lot of sexting between the two of you. Especially when one of you’s isn’t expecting it.

Both of you like to tell each other how wild you’s drive each other.

Both of you know what you want, but avoid giving it to each other, making the need grow more.  

Just because Chris teases you, doesn’t mean you don’t tease him back.

Like Chris, you use your mouth and hands to tease him, just as you get the reaction you want from him you pull away, smirking at him, while biting your lower lip.

While using your hands to tease him, you lean close to his ear and describe the things you want him to do to you, also the things you want to do to him.

You send him naughty/ explicit selfies of you. Either in lingerie or naked.

When you’s two dance together, you basically grind your ass against his crotch, making him get hard.

A lot of the times you give him a lap dance and you striptease for him.

Whenever you give Chris a blowjob, sometimes you stop and lick the tip, teasing him while he begs/whines at you to suck him off again... Or you kiss his thighs or play with his balls while just holding his shaft in your hand.

Dressing in lingerie and standing by the bathroom doorframe when Chris looks up, he immediately sits up on the bed, as you seductively walk over to him, his mouth opened in an o shape, as his eyes darken with lust.

When you do come towards him, you crawl on top of him and slowly unzip the zip on his jeans without saying a single word, all the while looking at him.

There’s a lot of long glances between the two of you, like at dinner, or in public.

You like to drop something on purpose in front of him and pick it up making sure Chris gets a good view of your ass, which he lets out a moan.

Like with the dropping something on purpose thing, you also like to lean forward in front of Chris, giving him a good view of your cleavage, Chris can’t help but stare at your cleavage with hungry eyes.

You like to shower in front of him too, then beckon him to join you which he does and that leads to shower sex.

Chris likes to caress your thigh in public too, whether it’s at a dinner party, one of his movie premiers, watching a movie at a theatre, family events, hanging out with friends, in the car.

Same goes for you, you like to caress his thigh as well.

Whenever Chris catches you masturbating, you never allow him to take over or touch you, you make him watch which is torture to him, but he does wank himself off to the sight of you masturbating.

There is a lot of eye sex between the two of you.

Chris likes to tease your entrance with the tip of his dick, before slipping it into you and then he pulls out again.

He also loves to deny you of an orgasm, as well, especially when you are close to your release.

When you’s two are making out, quite heavily might I add, you like to grind against him, making him hornier than he already is.

Chris likes to finger you in public, but before you can even get hot and bothered, he pulls his finger out and licks your juices off of his fingers, all the while looking at you, making you, even more, wetter than you already are.

Chris likes to make you get wet down in the lower region at public events, though you give him a boner as well.

When you’s are spooning or he is cuddling you from behind you like to rub your ass against his crotch.

In public situations, you like to tell him your sexual fantasies and well he likes to tell you his fantasies as well.

You’s both don’t hold back on telling each other how horny you’s are.

Chris likes to restrain your wrists to the bedpost, then slowly touch you/pleasure you. Same goes for Chris you tie his wrists to the bedpost while pleasuring him slowly.

Your touches are slow and teasing, same goes for Chris, his touches are slow and teasing. Making the both of you’s want more. Or in need of a release.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Chris is very loud and vocal. His moans are loud, his curses are loud, his groans are loud, he moans your name loudly, not that you mind it turns you on even more. He doesn’t hold back, in fact, you and Chris get a lot of noise compliments, not that Chris cares. Sometimes when you’s two are having quickies you have to cover his mouth with your hands to muffle his moans or your mouth. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Chris is obsessed with leaving hickeys, love bites and marks on your skin, sometimes in places only you and Chris know, but other times he goes wild and leaves them on your neck and collarbones.

Which leads you to scold him about it, of course, you get this response every time “Just cover it with makeup or a scarf.” Chris replied, making you roll your eyes.

When people point it out to you, that you have hickeys on your neck, while Chris is around you, he has a grin on his face.

Though you do leave marks on his body as well, like hickeys, love bites and scratch marks on his back.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He isn’t small nor is he big, somewhere in between, he is also thick. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It isn’t high, nor is it low either, somewhere in between, sometimes all he just wants to do is cuddle you, and watch movies, or talk about random things, even have deep conversations. Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Chris doesn’t fall asleep right away, he likes to cuddle you close to him, your head resting against his chest, while you draw patterns on his chest, pressing soft tender kisses against your forehead, while his fingertips draw patterns on your back, while you and him have a conversation, sometimes he will even play with your hair. You are always the first one to fall asleep, which he will watch you for a while before he starts to get sleepy himself.

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans headcanon #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #celeb x reader #chris evans prompt #chris evans fic #chris evans fluff

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Any backstory hcs? Pls I need it 🥺

Yeah!! 😊 

Okay so--

I believe that he was a child star who grew up with very wealthy parents who are also in the entertainment industry.

✰ He’s very rich, richer than most actors would be, especially actors who are his age & have only recently started to really make it big.

✰ He has a strong air of entitlement and privilege, and is easily dismissive of other people, seeing them as below him.

✰ He got the lead role in a highly popular franchise & has very good media coverage about it-- which is possible for people just starting out, but the more wealthy and privileged someone is (and the more well-known they are), the more connections and power they’ll have, making it more likely for people with his kind of background to land those roles.

✰ I also feel the need to point out his very strong attitude of: I must not fail, I must not be even slightly disliked by anyone I don’t have power over, my reputation matters above all else, the idea of not being successful and in charge and adored isn’t even an option. When we think about a child who was in films from a young age, with the spotlight always on him, growing up in an environment that scolds him much more harshly than most if he’s not Giving A Good Impression, a child who always has to watch himself and build his behaviors around what will make him look Good and Acceptable and Charming and whatever else he needs to be... his intensity and deep-rooted beliefs make sense.

From this starting point, things just kind of revealed themselves to me the more I thought about him and what his history looked like.

Putting this under a read more in case it gets long

tw for mentions of abuse

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He was born on March 30, 1996. The reason I chose this date is because:

It makes him older, which allows more time for the whole Celeste-Juan backstory--because I’d like to THINK that at the very least, his manager didn’t date him when he was a minor

It’s during Spring (“refreshing as a spring breeze, dude!”)

March 30 is national “I Am In Control” day

His parents are Aaron and Karen.

He grew up in a mansion even bigger than the one he moved into as an adult.

His parents were frequently gone, and weren’t always around for even major events like his birthday. They had hired help to look after him when they were away, which was sometimes for longer periods of time, since actors sometimes have to temporarily move to another location while movies or shows are being filmed.

He went to a private school for performing arts, the same one his father went to.

It’s a wealthier and more prestigious school, although he still had more wealth than many of his peers

The expectations and competition there were high from a young age

Many of the students there had parents who were in the entertainment industry or were even in the industry themselves; it’s a school that specifically understands and makes accommodations for when students are physically gone for months at a time

Although he didn’t start to get particularly well-known / famous until he was about 17, he played smaller roles in movies and shows pretty much all his life (sometimes with significant gaps in between jobs, since his parents were mostly focused on themselves and it would be easier to let him be a kid at least a little bit).

That’s the quick version of it--child star born to wealthy parents, grew up in a prestigious private performing arts school, moved out on his own when he was 18 into a mansion that his parents bought for him, made it big, fucked himself over and got sent to prison.

There’s a LOT of details I could focus in on, but for the sake of not making my answer too long, I’ll just focus on a few:

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His parents

tw for mentions of abuse!

✰ According to Matt, his home life was “normal”, minus the whole part about being a rich actor. He doesn’t view his experiences with his parents as that different than most people, and because of that, he brushes off the idea that it wasn’t a healthy home life. He doesn’t care about his parents, his parents don’t care about him, he (consciously, at least) doesn’t feel bothered by it.

✰ Karen has that stiff, tight-lipped smile kind of vibe. Formal and polite, focused way too much on being proper and Acceptable™. She’s very judgemental, and is quick to scold or “correct” Matt on things-- often in more subtle or underhanded ways. She’s gotten somewhat physical on occasion, in ways Matt would consider “minor” or “common”.

✰ Aaron has a bigger presence. Less stiff and formal, but still definitely places great value on his job and making a good impression on people--just in a more casual and familiar kind of way. He cuts Matt more slack, and may be more likely to tell him how to get away with something as opposed to outright telling him not to do it (though he has plenty of “Do Not Do This” moments as well). He can, however, get more frightening--louder, more intimidating, a scarier kind of anger behind closed doors. Quicker to outright rant and rave about his competitors, quicker to aim his aggression at his wife and child. He’s gotten more physical, though Matt internally downplays that as well-- “it’s not like he [did this or that]”, “he was worse when I was a kid”, “probably no different than what most kids experience”, etc.

✰ When Matt was younger and things were worse, Karen would do her best to protect him or get him somewhere safe when Aaron was at his most dangerous. Because of this, Matt was unknowingly shielded from a good amount.

✰ His father was misogynistic--not in the outright “women belong in the kitchen buh huh huh” way, but through his behaviors and attitudes and double-standards and the ways he spoke about and treated them. Both his parents held a great deal of arrogance and scorn for other people, and have a high amount of entitlement due to their wealth and status.

✰ It’s no secret to Matt that they have underhanded ways of dealing with things, that they sabotage their competitors, and that they can harbor a great deal of scorn and bitterness towards their competitors, especially when things don’t go their way. They don’t bother hiding it from Matt, and his father explicitly helps him get away with things, too. You know that line in the song “Our Word” from 36 Questions that’s “I was told to keep their secrets, and in turn, they’d keep mine”? Yeah.

✰ His parents weren’t very warm and caring. Didn’t bother to really stay in contact with him after he moved out. They celebrated holidays, but not because they wanted to be close as a family-- just because it was a normal thing to do. He didn’t have much of a relationship with his other family, either; mostly he’d just see them on the occasional obligatory family gathering, which honestly wasn’t that frequent. Because of this, he’s never particularly felt a connection to any of his family members, including his parents.

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...Since this is so long already, I’ll leave it at that for now LOL but I also have thoughts about his interactions with his peers, his dating life, his behaviors, his work life, etc. But!! That’s some of the basics

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Void Bonus Chapter - Jungkook

Summary: Jungkook finds something he wasn't supposed to find. 

A/N: Takes place at the same time as the beginning scenes of Chapter 4 of Void. 

Warnings: voyeurism, masturbation

The news from the meeting lingers in the air of the kitchen. Jungkook and Jin are the only ones left. Everyone scattered after the meeting, rushing off to do important things. But Jungkook doesn’t have any important things to do. Maybe he should get up and go somewhere else, but where is he going to go? The ship only has so many rooms and he’s already spent months in each of them.

Jin is eating, because of course Jin is eating. Normally, Jungkook would join him, but he’s not hungry. Maybe he should do another workout. He’d already done one this morning, but another never hurt. It was one of the few things he liked doing here.

He picks up his camera and looks back through the footage he recorded of the meteoroid. If he knows how much editing he has in front of him, then he can decide how much time he has left for exercise.

The science officer returns to the kitchen, scanning the room. Jungkook looks up, but she’s not looking for him. She’s more interested in Jin and his food. He turns his attention back to the camera.

No footage would be worth the extra two years of his life, but it would be comforting to discover he shot something good. People on Earth might be watching this footage for a decade before the Minos ever returns home. Better at least be in focus.

He uses the screen on the back of the camera to scan through his videos. It’s too small to tell if the focus is quite right, but he’s pleased with his framing. He smiles when the two science officers say goodbye to the meteor. They are cute. It’ll make a great ending moment.

He keeps scrolling through the camera, flicking further back in time, until an entirely different image appears.

Boobs. There are naked boobs starring at him from his small camera screen. Holy shit! It’s a whole naked woman! He can’t see her face from the way the shot is cropped, but he can see everything else.

Jin laughs and Jungkook looks up, afraid they’ve noticed the scandalous thing he’s found, but his crew members are too busy flirting with each other to pay attention to him.

He must have accidentally stolen Yoongi’s porn stash when he went hunting for more camera memory. He flicks back further to see what other illicit treasures he has stumbled upon, but there’s nothing else here. The only other things on this card are some scenery shots that Taehyung took a few weeks back from the observation bay. Why was Yoongi keeping just one naked woman on a mission SD card?

Jin asks him something, jolting Jungkook from his investigation.

“Huh?” Jungkook asks.

Jin holds out a tiny bottle of vodka. “Want one?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Nah, I still have chores today,” he lies. “Plus I think I might be up late editing footage.” Or up late watching Yoongi’s mystery video.

“Get anything good?” the science officer asks, leaning over to look at the camera screen. Shit. He can't let her see that. While the male members of crew traded porn back and forth occasionally to cope with the lack of other sexual outlets, they kept it strictly secret from their female colleague. She would not approve.

“Uh.” Jungkook snatches up the camera. “It’s okay.”

“Are you alright?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at his complete lack of sublety. He eyes the door. It was almost too much for him when she gave him her whole focus like that. She was so smart and he felt like an idiot in front of her, always doing something dumb or saying the wrong thing.

“It is what it is.” He shrugs, eager to get her to stop paying attention to him. “I should get going.” He stands up, taking the camera with him. He almost makes it to the door when he remembers that he did have something he wanted to talk to her about. “Officer?”

“Yeah?” She spins around to look at him.

“Can you help me with that haircut tomorrow?” Just another way he was defective. Every other crew member seemed to manage this without her help. “I need to send a message to my mom.” Why did he sound like such a small pathetic boy?

“Of course.” She gives him a smile that he imagines she thinks is kind, but feels condescending. “Meet me in the observation bay after the morning chores.”

“Thank you, Officer,” he replies before fleeing into the hallway with his new secret.

Jungkook rushes to the editing lab. It was the closest thing to his own room he had on the ship, other than his sleep pod. But the editing lab had the nicer video monitor. The only other person who ever used the editing lab was Taehyung, but Taehyung said he needed to work on something with Jimin.

The lab is small, only slightly bigger than the sleeping pods. There was only room for one computer, monitor mounted on the wall, and a small desk with barely enough room for a keyboard and mouse. The best thing about the lab was the chair. It took up most of the space in the room but it was worth it. The engineers at the ICSE had custom designed this chair for him to be comfortable in both the artificial gravity and the zero-g so Jungkook could edit at any time of day. It’s the best seat on the Minos.

Jungkook boots up his computer to find sixteen red notifications blinking at him from the ICSE’s messaging service. They’re all from his mother. A wave of guilt washes over him about how he should be watching and responding to those rather than watching Yoongi’s mysterious naked woman video.

For a moment, his conscience gets the better of him and he opens his mother’s messages instead. But as he scrolls through them, it becomes clear that there’s a least an hour and a half of video to get through. He promises himself that he’ll do it first thing tomorrow. But right now he really wants to watch Yoongi’s porn.

He pops the SD card out of the back of the camera and into the computer. He skims past the meteoroid footage, back to the woman he caught a glimpse of in the kitchen.

The camera is zoomed in close, so close that her face has been cropped out of the shot. He can’t tell where she is. She appears to be sitting on a table, a bumpy yellow cloth beneath her. Her legs are spread wide with her feet on the edge of the table, putting everything on display for the camera. He hits play and watches as she lifts one hand up out of frame, then brings back two fingers slick with spit and begins circling her nipple. Her whole body shudders as she breaks out in goosebumps and her pussy clenches in response.

Holy shit. Jungkook’s dick twitches in interest as he searches for his headphones with one hand, eyes fixed to the computer screen. He needs to hear her.

Where did Yoongi get this video? Jungkook could have sworn he’s seen every explicit video on this ship at least three times, even the tentacle shit. But he’s never seen this. Has Yoongi had this the whole time? Why has he been keeping it from the rest of them?

Jungkook finally locates his headphones. He gets them on just in time to hear the woman moan as she circles her perky nipple with her fingers. He has to adjust his pants to make room for his growing erection.

“That’s good.” A man’s voice grunts from off camera. “Keep going.” Jungkook is so startled to hear a man’s voice it takes him a second to realize that it’s a voice he knows well.

Fuck. It’s Yoongi. Yoongi filmed this himself. Perhaps that’s why he never shared it. He must know this woman. An old girlfriend perhaps? Lucky bastard.

Jungkook should stop watching. This is clearly something private and important to his crew member and he definitely shouldn’t be watching it. But her entrance is glistening with arousal now and he can’t bring himself to stop. Yoongi doesn't need to know. Jungkook will just watch it once, then sneak it back. No harm, no foul.

“Are you wet?” Yoongi asks and Jungkook has to stifle a groan. She’s dripping.

“So wet,” she murmurs, voice husky with sex. She shifts as she reaches her fingers down to her dripping core and a large piece of the wall becomes visible behind her.

The Kevlar-lined wall.

No. No fucking way. Jungkook looks at the wall behind his computer and back to the wall behind the woman. He would recognize those walls anywhere. They’re the only walls he’s seen for two years.

Everything clicks. This is Yoongi’s workshop. The naked woman is perched on top of Yoongi’s workbench. Jungkook took this SD card from where it was sitting next to the power drill. The power drill that is currently propped next to her naked thigh.

And that means…

No. It can’t possibly be. She would never.

He backs up to video to hear her again. Fuck… it is her. He’s never heard her voice like that, breathless and rough with need, but there’s no mistaking it now. Their chief science officer is masturbating on Yoongi’s workbench.

Holy fucking shit.

“Touch your clit,” Yoongi commands and Jungkook’s dick kicks with excitement. The only woman within 200 million miles of him circles her clit with her wet fingers and gives a long deep moan.

This is wrong. This is so wrong. This is absolutely not a thing Jungkook was ever meant to find. But how did it get here? Why did it exist? Were she and Yoongi dating? Why wouldn't they tell the crew?

“Do you wish it was my fingers right now instead of yours?” Yoongi asks. Jungkook groans out loud as she slides two fingers inside herself and moans again. He wishes those were his fingers. How can Yoongi just stand there, not touching her? If she would let Jungkook touch her, he’s not sure he could ever stop. It’s been so long since he’s been able to hold a woman. His hands tingle with the desire to run his fingers all over her. Her skin must be so soft and smooth, her cunt so warm and wet. Fuck.

Jungkook is so fucked.

“Don’t worry,” Yoongi whispers. It’s so quiet that Jungkook has to turn up the volume to make it out. “I won’t touch you. I know the rules.”

What rules? What kind of weird sex game is this? Why can’t he touch her? She was into kinkier things than he would have guessed. And Yoongi was a much stronger man than Jungkook.

“Do you wish it was me?” Yoongi asks again and for a moment Jungkook let’s himself pretend he’s the one behind the camera.

“Yes, god,” she moans breathlessly and Jungkook wants to die. His dick is throbbing for attention at this point, but he knows if he lets himself touch it, it’ll all be over. How is he ever going to be able to be in the same room with her again? He puts his head down on the desk and groans in frustration.

“What about Jimin?” Yoongi asks and Jungkook picks his head back up. Jimin? Why is he bringing up Jimin at a time like this?

“This is his video.” Yoongi adds. “Don’t you wish he was here too?”

What? No. Jungkook doesn’t want Jimin to be there too. What did that mean, “it’s Jimin’s video”? Did Jimin put them up to this?

They exchange more whispers, but Jungkook misses it in the shock that a third crew member is on this sex game. Was she dating both Yoongi and Jimin? And they were cool with that?

She moans again as another gush of wetness soaks her fingers. She is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Jungkook had always thought the science officer was attractive, but there was always a barrier separating him from her. She was so closed off, so professional, so focused on the mission. He never thought he would see her like this.

“Do you wish Jimin was here right now?” Yoongi asks again, and Jungkook rolls his eyes. Who gives a shit about Jimin right now? Just fuck her already please.

“Yes,” she gasps. What about Jungkook? Does she wish Jungkook was there?

“Did you like his video?” Yoongi asks and she nods.

So is that the game? They make sexy videos and send them to each other to pass the time? Jungkook could make sexy videos. He’s never done it before, but he’s the best videographer on this ship. Yoongi has totally butchered the lighting for this scene. Jungkook could do way better.

“Do you want to suck his dick?”

She licks her lips and moans and Jungkook has never wanted anything more in the entire world than to put his cock in her mouth.

“I asked you a question.” Yoongi barks. When did the small flight engineer learn to be so commanding? “Do you want to suck his dick?”

“Yes, I want to suck his dick,” she gasps. Sweat breaks out across Jungkook’s forehead. He’s never going to be able to unhear that. He’s going to be trapped on this ship for another twelve years with this shockingly submissive woman who moans about how much she wants to suck her crew members’ dicks. This is impossible. He’s doomed himself entirely. He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t stop himself from palming himself through his jumpsuit.

“What about Hoseok?”

What the fuck? Is everyone getting laid except Jungkook? Hoseok seems like the last person who would be involved in a secret porn video swap. He never participated in the trading of videos that some of the others did.

Jungkook watches her moan and writhe at the idea of blowing yet another crew member and it just isn’t fair. What about Jungkook? Does she want to blow him as well?

“And the commander?” Well, now Jungkook knows that Yoongi is making shit up. There’s no way the commander is involved in this. The commander keeps to himself most of the time, always off on his own, doing important commander things. Jungkook isn’t entirely convinced that the commander isn’t a hyper intelligent humanoid robot, let alone has human needs like sex.

She lets out a small whimper that has him squeezing his erection harder. She must be close to coming. He wishes he could see her face. She’s normally so put together, so serious, to watch her fall apart like this must be incredible. He has never been more jealous of anyone in his life than he is of Yoongi holding that camera. Jungkook rubs his dick through the rough jumpsuit as it aches to be buried in her. Come on man, ask her about Jungkook.

Yoongi chuckles. “Is there a man on this ship you don’t want to fuck?”

Jungkook is on this ship! This is his moment.

“No,” she moans.

She wants to fuck him. It’s all the green light he needs, ripping down the zipper of his jumpsuit, finally bringing his hands to his aching cock. He lets out a sigh as he touches it, already embarrassingly hard.

“And why is that?”

Jungkook groans out loud as he speeds up his hand. God, he wants to fuck her so badly. The idea that she might be interested in him in that way had never occurred to him before, but if she really wanted him, that was almost too much.

“Tell Jimin what you are.”

Jungkook holds his breath, hand moving quickly over the slick head of his cock.

“I’m a slut.”

Holy fucking shit. He can’t take it. She’s too much for him. How Yoongi hasn’t keeled over and died yet is a mystery.

He’s speeds up his hand, feeling his pleasure begin to crescendo, when suddenly, the door behind him opens.

“Hello!” Taehyung’s voice interrupts Jungkook’s masturbating, followed a softer “Oh shit” and a chuckle.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mumbles, forcing his dick back into his pants. “Shut the door!”

Taehyung steps into the room, shutting the door behind him, which wasn’t what Jungkook had really meant.

“What the fuck,” Jungkook groans, rearranging the sleeves of his jumpsuit around his waist to try to disguise his erection. “Don’t you knock?”

“This is the editing lab.” Taehyung fights back a smile as he takes in Jungkook’s flustered state and the naked woman still on the computer monitor. “Not some horny teenager’s bedroom.”

Jungkook’s face heats up. He spins the chair back around and closes the incriminating video on his desktop. “Can I help you with something?” he asks without turning the chair back to Taehyung.

“I was coming to see if you wanted to play a game or something,” Taehyung says from behind him, barely concealed laughter in his voice. “But I see you’ve found a better way to entertain yourself.”

Jungkook slides lower in his chair, desperately hoping Taehyung will finish his teasing and leave. But instead, Taehyung steps closer to the computer and Jungkook.

“Anything I should watch?” Taehyung asks.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook crosses his arms and pointedly looks in the opposite direction. “Just got it from Jimin,” he lies.

“Bullshit.” Taehyung laughs. “I know every frame of Jimin’s entire porn collection. And that was new. How did you get new porn?”

Jungkook slowly spins the chair to face Taehyung. “I can’t tell you,” he says, rubbing his ear.

Taehyung’s eyes widen and he leans forward. “Why not?”

“It’s private.” Maybe Taehyung will just drop it and leave him in peace.

“Was that our science officer?”

“What?” Jungkook looks back and forth from Taehyung to the monitor, pulling up the video again to see what Taehyung might have seen. “How the fuck can you tell that?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Those are our walls. It’s new porn. There’s only one woman on our ship. You’re being super weird about it-”

“Fine, fine.”Jungkook waves his hands to get him to stop listing all the reasons Jungkook should have figured it out sooner.

“My question is how did you get it?” Taehyung asks, leaning closer to inspect the video on the monitor.

“Um,” Jungkook hesitates again, but Taehyung already knows too much. “I found it in Yoongi’s workshop.”

“Yoongi?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows.

“I know, right?” Jungkook laughs, relieved he doesn’t have to keep this secret all to himself. “I would have assumed if she was dating anyone, it’d be Hoseok.”

“No way, Hoseok doesn’t have the balls.” Taehyung shakes his head. “I thought she and Jimin had something going on.”

“They keeping talking about Jimin!” Jungkook jabs at the screen in emphasis. “I can’t figure out what’s going on.”

“They?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, her and Yoongi, they made the video together, but I can’t figure out why.” Jungkook frowns at the screen.

“Let me see,” Taehyung says, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

Jungkook backs up the video and restarts it. He hands the headphones to Taehyung, regretful that he won’t be able to hear her again, but also relieved because he’s not sure how he would deal with that with Taehyung standing right next to him.

Taehyung lets out a low whistle as she begins touching herself. “She’s so hot,” he says, leaning in closer to the screen.

“I know,” Jungkook groans in agreement.

“I had assumed that she was just benefitting from only-woman-we’ve-seen-in-years syndrome.” Taehyung licks his lips. “But she is really hot.”

“I know!” Jungkook leans his head back in his chair and exhales in frustration. He looks back at the beautiful needy woman on the screen and wants to touch her. “Why did you think she had something going on with Jimin?”

Taehyung reaches out and pauses the video. “Jimin sent her a video of himself jerking off.”

“What?” Jungkook sits up in surprise. “Why?”

“Cause he’s an idiot.” Taehyung laughs. “He’s had a crush on her for a long time and she asked him for porn. Couldn’t help himself, the fool.”

Jungkook looks back at the video, lower lip sticking out slightly. “Did she like it?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung nods. “Though at first he thought he seriously fucked up. But he said she told him she liked it.”

“Well, then why is she making naked videos with Yoongi?”

“That is the question,” Taehyung mutters and unpauses the video.

It’s a little awkward watching this right next to Taehyung. While they’ve traded porn with each other before, they’ve never sat down and watched it together. Every time Jungkook looks at the video, his erection threatens to rear back up, so he keeps looking at Taehyung instead. But Taehyung keeps looking up from the video and catching Jungkook staring at him and that is weird too.

They get to past the part where Taehyung walked in and interrupted and Jungkook can’t help himself, he needs to hear what happened next. He taps Taehyung on the shoulder.

“Can I listen too?” he asks, then looks down, cheeks flushing. “I, um, didn’t see this part.”

“Oh shit, yeah.” Taehyung nods. He cracks the door and sticks his head out into the hallway, scanning back and forth before closing the door again. “No one’s around, just unplug them.”

Jungkook turns down the volume before slipping out the headphone jack and letting her moans fill the editing lab.

“That’s right.” Yoongi coos in the video. “What a good girl. Such a slut for her whole crew.”

Jungkook’s erection comes surging right back, pushing against the confines of his pants. Jungkook chances a glance at Taehyung to see him adjusting himself in his pants. Jungkook panics and looks away.

Fuck. Is Taehyung aroused? The last thing he needs is more of his colleagues masturbating. Jungkook watches him through the corner of his eye, but Taehyung keeps his hands out of his pants.

A soft whine pulls Jungkook’s focus back to the video. She pumping her fingers in and out at a faster pace now. The slick sounds of her wet cunt fill the editing lab. Yoongi continues his torment. “You want to be fucked by everyone like the filthy girl you are.”

Jungkook’s dick is aching, pressing desperately against his underwear. He needs to touch himself, but he can’t do that with Taehyung standing right there. He chances another glance at Taehyung, who appears immersed in the video.

“You’re so wet.” Yoongi is right. She’s soaking. Jungkook could just slide right in. Ever so slowly, Jungkook presses his wrist along the length of his erection, adding just a bit more pressure, gliding his arm downward across the bulge in his pants. It feels so good to have just a bit more pressure. He glances back at Taehyung one last time, but Taehyung is not paying attention to him, only the video.

“Look at the way you drip. So turned on by the thought of your crew members using you like their own little fucktoy.”

Jungkook’s mouth falls open in shock. How can Yoongi say those things? And yet, she seems to be getting more and more turned on by it, moaning and speeding up her fingers. She does want to be fucked her whole crew. The whole crew including Jungkook. He rolls his hips, driving his hard cock up against his wrist again. He watches Taehyung out of the corner of his eye, but Taehyung doesn’t react. Maybe Taehyung can’t see him.

“You going to come for me?” Yoongi asks. Jungkook is so close. He rubs his arm up and down the length of his cock, just a little bit faster. He’s been on edge so long, almost anything would set him off at this point.

“Think about how badly you want to suck Jimin’s cock while I fuck you,” Yoongi commands. Jungkook can picture it. Her mouth wrapped around Jimin’s cock as Jungkook takes her from behind, the way she would gag on the cock with every thrust of his hips.

“Come for me.” She’s coming. Her hands shake as she gasps. Her empty cunt clenches over and over as she cries out in ecstasy.

And then Jungkook is coming too. He bites his lip to keep himself silent, yanking his arm away from himself as he fills his underwear. He sticks his hand into his pocket, pulling the fabric away from himself to avoid any incriminating wet spots. He glances at Taehyung through the corner of his eye, but Taehyung hasn’t moved.

The video ends and silence descends on the editing lab. Wet cum soaks into Jungkook’s underwear, making him feel sticky and gross.

Taehyung exhales slowly. “Well, damn.”

Jungkook flinches. Did Taehyung see him?

“That was so sexy,” Taehyung says. Jungkook can’t look at him. “But it doesn’t really explain who she’s having sex with.”

“Maybe both of them?” Jungkook’s voice sounds more breathless than he would like.

“Maybe…” Taehyung nods, staring off into space.

“Do you think?” Jungkook starts, but then pauses. It’s a dumb question.

“Think what?” Taehyung finally looks down at Jungkook, raising his eyebrows.

“Do you think she really wants to have sex with everyone?”

Taehyung smiles. “I’m pretty sure she wants you, if that’s what you want to know.”

“Really?” A flutter of excitement rushes through him.

Taehyung chuckles. “Yeah.”

“Why?” Jungkook rubs behind his ear.

“Because you’re you.”

Jungkook’s face heats up and he looks away from Taehyung. “No, but what has she said about me?”

“Well, she offered to cut your hair.” Taehyung says. “She’s never done that for anyone else.”

“That’s just cause I’m an idiot.” Jungkook mumbles, fidgeting with his hair.

“Well, there’s only one way to know for sure.” Taehyung smirks. “You’ll have to seduce her.”

“What? No way.” Jungkook shakes his head. “She’ll just start talking about fungus or something.”

Taehyung laughs. “I like when she talks about fungus.”

“Yeah…” She was adorable when she got really excited about science, even if most of it was beyond Jungkook’s understanding. He scratches his head. He really did like a lot of things about her. She was kind and smart and helped him with things. And now she was also incredibly sexy.

“So,” Taehyung says, squatting down next to Jungkook. “Here’s what you do.”

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And that’s the bonus chapter! More main chapters and more bonus chapters are in progress. Hope you enjoyed it!

#void #jungkook x reader #jungkook x taehyung #btssavedmylifeblr

[thelastchair]

Powder Magazine

(Written by Sam Cox - December 28, 2020)

Growing up in Montana, my winter free time was consumed by skiing. Big Sky was the destination when I was barely old enough to walk. Eventually we made the move to Bozeman and Bridger Bowl became my second home. During the early years, my family made the trek to a handful of Warren Miller movies when they were on tour in the fall and Snow Country was the magazine subscription that landed on the coffee table. I was vaguely aware of Jackson Hole, Snowbird and Squaw Valley and my father would occasionally regale me with tales of skiing (read Après) in Germany when he was in the Army. At some level, I already understood that there was something special about Bridger, but realistically, my sphere of outside influence was quite small. Christmas of 1989 turned my entire world upside down. My aunt and uncle are longtime Salt Lake City residents and Brighton skiers. Typically they would send a package each year with the customary cookies, toffee and a card. However, this year they sent two VHS tapes and a magazine - Ski Time, Blizzard of Aahhh’s and a copy of Powder. Things would never be the same for me. Scot Schmidt became my hero, Greg Stump was taking skiing into uncharted territory and above it all, Powder created an eloquent voice for our sport and was the fabric that held things together. Even at my young age, everything that I’d intuitively sensed before was distilled into a potent desire to devote myself to the simple pursuit of being a skier.

Johan Jonsson, Engelberg, Switzerland - Photo: Mattias Fredriksson/POWDER

Powder was founded in Sun Valley by the Moe brothers in 1972 as an annual portfolio of The Other Ski Experience. After several years of running the magazine, Jake and David Moe sold Powder to the owner of Surfer Magazine. A repurposed aircraft hangar in San Juan Capistrano became the new home of skiing’s most prestigious publication. Over time, there was an ebb and flow to the size of staff and cast of characters, each person leaving their unique mark. For decades Powder weathered corporate acquisitions, office relocations and the constant metamorphosis of the ski industry - never losing its voice, Powder remained the benchmark. It was a source of creativity, inspiration and a defacto annal of history. For many it was also a shining beacon, a glimpse into a world filled with deep turns and iconic destinations - even if this world could only be inhabited inside the constructs of your imagination.

My story and the impact Powder had on the direction I would take is hardly unique. The magazine left an indelible impression on countless skiers. When the news broke this fall that operations were being suspended indefinitely, a heartbroken community took to social media to pay homage to the magazine and how it changed their lives and in some cases, careers. This is my version of a tribute and it’s definitely not perfect. In order to gain some perspective, I reached out to former staff members - a collective I admire and respect. It’s an attempt to articulate the essence of Powder, capture its influence on the skiing landscape and give credit to the people who made it come to life. 

Bernie Rosow, Mammoth Mountain, CA - Photo: Christian Pondella/POWDER

HANS LUDWIG - The Jaded Local

“Skiing has always been really tribal and one of the last vestiges of having an oral history. Powder was a unique concept, because they weren’t really concerned with the family market. They were just concerned about being really into skiing. Growing up in Colorado and skiing moguls, my coaches Robert and Roger were featured in the early Greg Stump films. Being in their orbit, I knew a little bit about skiing culture and what was going on out there, but didn’t have the whole picture. The Stump films resonated with me, but Ski/Skiing Magazines didn’t really do it for me. Powder was the door that opened things culturally, it was the only entry point before Blizzard of Aahhh’s.”

“Something that nobody gives Powder credit for, is sponsoring the Greg Stump, TGR and MSP movies and giving them full support right from their inception. It legitimized those companies and helped them become one of the catalysts for change and evolution in skiing. Ultimately this change would have happened, but at a much slower pace without the support of Powder. Getting support from Powder meant they’d weeded out the posers and kooks and what they were backing wasn’t something or someone that was “aspiring” they were a cut above.”

“Powder brought a lot of things into the mainstream, raised awareness and helped to legitimize them: Jean-Marc Boivin, Patrick Vallencant, Pierre Tardivel, telemarking, monoskiing, snowboarding, the JHAF, Chamonix, La Grave, Mikaela Shiffrin, fat skis pre McConkey, skiing in South America….the list goes on.”

“I had some rowdy trips with Powder. Writing “Lost In America,” I went Utah-Montana-Fernie-Banff-Revelstoke via pickup truck, only backcountry skiing and camping in the mud. It was a month plus. I did another month plus in Nevada, which was after back to back Jackson and Silverton. Total time was two plus months. That was fucked up, I was super loose after that whole thing. So many sketchy days with total strangers”

“People forget that Powder was around long before the advent of the fucking pro skier. Starting in 1996, the magazine was in the impact zone of the ski industrial complex. There is limited space for content each season. It was a challenge to balance the pressure coming from the athletes and brands to cover something that was going to make them money vs. staying true to the Moe brothers original intent and profiling an eccentric skier, a unique location or even fucking ski racing.”

Full Circle - Photo: MJ Carroll

KEITH CARLSEN - Editor

“When I was young, Ski/Skiing didn’t do anything for my spirit, but Powder lit me up. It ignited a passion in diehard skiers and gave them a voice and community. It was focused on the counter culture - the type of people who rearrange their lives to ski. This was in direct opposition to other magazines that were targeting rich people, trying to explain technique, sell condos or highlight the amenities at a ski area.”

“Skiing has always been my outlet and mechanism to get away from things in life. My two talents are writing and photography, so I enrolled at Western State with the direct goal of landing an internship at Powder. Even at 19, I had complete focus on the direction I wanted to take. If it didn’t work out, my backup plan was to be a ski bum. 48 hours after graduating, I was headed to southern California to live in my van and start my position at Powder. When the decision was made to close the magazine, it was really personal for me. Powder had provided me direction in life for the last 30 years and I needed some time to process it. In a way, it was almost like going to a funeral for a good friend - even though it’s gone, the magazine lives on in all of us and can never be taken away.”

“It was, and will always remain, one of my life’s greatest honors to serve as the editor-in-chief for Powder Magazine. It was literally a dream that came true. I’m so grateful for everyone who came before me and everyone who served after me. That opportunity opened literally hundreds of doors for me and continues to do so today. I owe the magazine a massive debt of gratitude. Every single editor was a warrior and fought for the title with their lives. They were doing double duty - not only from competition with other publications, but the internal struggle of budget cuts, staff reductions and trying to do more with less. Powder never belonged in the hands of a corporation. The magazine spoke to an impassioned community and never made sense to an accountant or on a ledger.”

Trevor Petersen, Mt. Serratus, BC - Photo: Scott Markewitz/POWDER

SIERRA SHAFER - Editor In Chief

“Powder celebrated everything that is good and pure in skiing. It highlighted the old school, the new and the irreverent. The magazine also called bullshit when they saw it. It was a checkpoint, a cultural barometer and an honest reflection on where skiing has been and where it’s going.”

“My involvement with Powder came completely out of left field. I was never an intern or established in the ski industry. My background was strictly in journalism, I was a skier living in Southern California and editing a newspaper. I knew that I wanted to get the fuck out of LA and Powder was that opportunity. It was a huge shift going from my job and life being completely separate to work becoming my life. Literally overnight, Powder became everything - friends, connections and part of my identity. It derailed my trajectory in the best possible way.”

Brad Holmes, Donner Pass, CA - Photo: Dave Norehad/POWDER

MATT HANSEN - Executive Editor

“Keith Carlsen was a man of ideas, he had tremendous vision and influence. He came up with the ideas for Powder Week and the Powder Awards in 2001. In some respects those two events saved the magazine.”

“Powder was the soul of skiing and kept the vibe, it changed people’s lives and inspired them to move to a ski town. As a writer I always wanted to think it was the stories that did that, but in truth it was the photography. Images of skiing truly became an art form, 100% thanks to Powder Magazine and Dave Reddick. Dave cultivated and mentored photographers, he was always searching for the unpredictable image from around the world and pressed the photographers to look at things from a different angle.”

“It sounds cliche, but writing a feature about Chamonix was the highlight for me. Sitting on the plane, things were absolutely unreal. I linked up with Nate Wallace and the whole experience from start to finish was out of my comfort zone. Ducking ropes to ski overhead pow on the Pas De Chèvre, walking out of the ice tunnel on a deserted Aiguille du Midi right as the clouds parted, late nights in town that were too fuzzy to recall. The energy of the place taught me a lot. I didn’t have a smartphone and there was no Instagram - I had time to write, observe, take notes and be present with who I was and with the experience. As a writer it didn’t get any better.”

“The true gift of working for Powder, was the once in a lifetime adventures that I wish I could have shared with my family, I was so lucky to have had those opportunities. It almost brought tears to me eyes.”

Peter Romaine, Jackson Hole, WY - Photo: Wade McKoy/POWDER

DAVE REDDICK - Director of Photography

“Just ski down there and take a photo of something, for cryin’ out loud!”  “I’ve found that channeling McConkey has been keeping it in perspective. Powder’s been shuttered. That sucks. What doesn’t suck is the good times and the people that have shared the ride thus far and I’m just thankful to be one of them. There’s been some really kind sentiments from friends and colleagues, but this must be said - Every editor (especially the editors), every art director (I’ve driven them nuts), every publisher and sales associate, every photographer, writer, and intern, and all the others behind the scenes who’ve ever contributed their talents get equal share of acknowledgment for carrying the torch that is Powder Mag. There’s hundreds of us! No decision has ever been made in a vacuum. Always a collective. At our best, we’ve been a reflection of skiers everywhere and of one of the greatest experiences in the world. It’s that community, and that feeling, that is Powder. I’m not sure what’s next and I’m not afraid of change but”  “There’s something really cool about being scared. I don’t know what!”

Scot Schmidt, Alaska - Photo: Chris Noble/POWDER

DEREK TAYLOR - Editor 

“Powder was the first magazine dedicated to the experience and not trying to teach people how to ski. It was enthusiast media focused on the soul and culture. It’s also important to highlight the impact Powder had outside of skiing - today you have the Surfer’s Journal effect where every sport wants that type of publication. However, prior to their inception, everybody wanted a version of Powder.”

“Neil Stebbins and Steve Casimiro deserve a lot of credit for the magazine retaining its voice and staying true to the core group of skiers it represented.”

“Keith Carlsen is responsible for the idea behind Super Park. This was a time when skiing had just gone through a stale phase. There was a newfound energy in park skiing and younger generations, this event helped to rebrand Powder and solidify its goal of being all inclusive. Racing, powder, park, touring - it’s all just skiing.”

Joe Sagona, Mt. Baldy, CA - Photo: Dave Reddick/POWDER

JOHNNY STIFTER - Editor In Chief

“What did Powder mean to me... Well, everything. As a reader and staffer, it inspired me and made me laugh. I learned about local cultures that felt far away and learned about far away cultures that didn’t feel foreign, if that makes sense.”

“But I cherished those late nights the most, making magazines with the small staff. Despite the deadline stress, I always felt so grateful to be working for this sacred institution and writing and editing for true skiers. We all just had so much damn fun. And it didn’t hurt meeting such passionate locals at hallowed places, like Aspen and Austria, that I once dreamed of visiting and skiing. The Powder culture is so inclusive and so fun, I never felt more alive.”

Doug Coombs, All Hail The King - Photo: Ace Kvale/POWDER

HEATHER HANSMAN - Online Editor

“Powder is a lifestyle and an interconnected circle of people. It’s about getting a job offer at Alta, opening your home to random strangers, locking your keys in your car and getting rescued by a friend you made on a trip years ago. Through the selfish activity of skiing, you can create a community of people you cherish and can depend on through highs and lows.”

Ashley Otte, Mike Wiegele Heli, BC - Photo: Dave Reddick/POWDER

The contributions of so many talented individuals made the magazine possible. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to everyone who shared their experience at Powder with me. Also, I want to thank Porter Fox and David Page for crafting inspiring feature stories that I enjoyed immensely over the years.

After the reality set in that the final issue had arrived, a void was created for generations of skiers. I’ve been focused on being thankful for what we had, rather than sad it’s gone. It’s a challenging time for print media and I wholeheartedly advocate supporting the remaining titles in anyway you can. In a culture driven by a voracious appetite for mass media consumption and instant gratification - I cherish the ritual of waiting for a magazine to arrive, appreciating the effort that went into creating the content and being able to have that physical substance in my hand. Thanks for everything Powder, you are missed, but your spirit lives on.  

Captain Powder - Photo: Gary Bigham/POWDER

#skiing #powder #last chair #powder magazine #the other ski experience #the skiers magazine

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #303

“if i can’t be loved, then i’ll be hated”

What color are your glasses, if applicable? Black. Candy corn or conversation hearts? They're both gross, don't make me pick between garbage. Do you own a lot of earrings? Not really after I weeded them out before moving. What did your backpack in high school look like? I dare say I had the dopest backpack of them all. It looked like a massive Ouija board, and the zipper was the planchet (sp?). Have you ever been to a rave? Nah. What is your favorite art medium? I have a particular fondness of oil paintings. They tend to look so smooth, and you can achieve incredible realism with them. How far away is the nearest hospital from you? Not even five minutes, I think. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital? My mom. What is your favorite car color? Pink, duh. How did you learn to type? We actually had a class specifically for typing in middle school. What style of wedding dress do you want? I don't have that set in stone yet, but I really do love ballgown dresses with long trains as well as a-lines with a moderate train. I love a lot, except really for mermaid dresses. Do you fit into any stereotype, or are you non-stereotypical? I don't know if I fit perfectly into any and really don't care. Would you want your first child to have your hair color? ???? I don't care about their hair lol?????? It would depend on the hypothetical father, in which case I'd probably find it cute, but this is so, so unimportant. Do you enjoy writing in cursive? Yeah, it just feels good and flowy to me. What is your favorite hair color? Natural? Probably blonde with natural darker undertones throughout. I like blonde hair because it's far easier to dye, haha. Now, if we're including DYED hair, rose gold or pastel pink is *chefs kiss* What is your favorite eye color? Sapphire blue, probz. Would you put your birthday on a different day if you could? Nah, it's fine where it is. What holiday is your birthday closest to? Valentine's. Do you vent on social media a lot? NOOOOOOOO. I barely post ANYTHING about myself on social media because I feel like I'm being annoying, self-absorbed, find anything I do actually interesting, or don't want people to think I'm a whiner. All I ever really do on social media is share or reblog funny shit, things I love, stuff I find relatable or inspirational, educational, important for whatever reason, etc... Do you have abusive parents? I am very thankful to say no. Is your house haunted? Doesn't seem like it. What's your favorite thing to watch on YouTube? I'm in a real WoW-related phase lately... Watching my favorite streamers, gold farming guides, and other various aspects of the game. What are five health problems that you have? I talk about the mental issues enough, so I guess I'll talk about physical stuff here. Uhhh I have very low blood pressure (it's a med side effect), I have extremely weak legs following muscle atrophy, I have bad tremors, especially in my hands (amplified by medication once again), maybe TMI but we're adults here and it's a legit issue that I have chronic and severe conspitation, aaaand then of course I have hyperhidrosis (excessive sweating) to a fucking outrageous and also humiliating degree. Ooooonce again as a prescription side effect. This answer made meds sound kinda bad, I know, but really, I'd rather have the will to live and just have to deal with these than want to die everyday and not. Do you have surgery coming up? No, let's keep it that way until I lose enough weight and when I am 110% getting loose skin removal. Which family member(s) do you look the most like? My sisters, ig. People say my mom also, but I honestly don't see it. Have you ever cried while watching a YouTube video? Yeah, usually just in let's plays, but it's happened for other reasons. Are you missing a website that just shut down? Nah, none that I know of. NO. FUCKING WAIT. So, when my laptop was fixed, a LOT of shit was wiped from it, and that included all of my goddamn Lightroom editing presets. The site they were from no longer exists, so I had to use a different, pretty sub-par one to install at least a few because it helps me get a start on editing the photograph and leaning towards the "vibe" I want before spending like 15+ minutes tuning it myself. Would you be a barefoot bride? No. Which would you rather name your daughter: Eliana, Echo, Emerald, or Ellery? Ohhh, I like these. I think I prefer "Eliana," but "Echo" is a close second. "Ellery" is nice, but it sounds too much like "celery" to name my kid that lmao. Which would you rather name your son: Maverick, Matthew, or Moses? Ugh, none, honestly. But "Matthew" wins. When was the last time you gave a speech? Like a *legit" speech? Probably not since uhhh... I guess when I argued my disability case at court? Does that even count? Have you ever been in a stampede? Well, never seen this'n in a survey before, so good job, lol. No. If you were a fairy, what color would you like your wings to be? It would depend on what I wore, really. And my hair. But probably light pink. Would you rather name your son Storm, Skylar, Sorin, or Solomon? "Sorin." "Skylar" is SO Southern, and "Solomon" sounds like the creepy kid all his classmates avoid and I ain't putting my kid through that. Did you read a devotional this morning? Not my jam. Would you rather be named Arizona, Alaska, Cali, or Georgia? Hm... "Alaska" is actually kinda cool???? And I'm white as fuck so lol????? I wouldn't mind to nickname of "Ally," anyway. Are you repulsed by ugly reptiles? lololol bro get out Did all your friends know about your first crush or was it a secret? I was definitely secretive and shy about it when I first started getting crushes. Do you ever feel insecure about going out without makeup? I feel insecure either way, so... How many different natural hair colors are there in your immediate family? So, this is a hard question to answer. My mom was born with brown hair, but it darkened to almost black; only her daughter Katie inherited that. By some genetic magic, Dad had blond hair as a kid, but it also turned black. Like... how?????? I was born with dirty blonde hair like him, and mine turned an average brown with age. My immediate sisters have always had brown hair. What is your favorite online game? World of Warcraft is ballin'. Would you ever want to be famous and sign autographs? Ha, the idea of signing autographs is awful... I can't physically write very long without my carpal tunnel flaring up. Do you like your shirt to be loose or tight? LOOSE. Especially as a bigger person, tight shirts are just really uncomfortable. What is your favorite Spanish name? I don't know nearly enough to answer this. Would you rather visit Asia or Europe? I think Asia is, in general, more interesting and prettier as a whole, but I guess I'm drawn to European culture being more like my own and there are specific locations I'm interested in, like Germany or Scotland. So to answer the question, I guess Europe wins. Are there any Asians in your family? I don't believe so. Have you ever had colored braces? Haha yeah, I did that when I had them. Do you take birth control pills? Yes, just for period cramps. Without them, they can be immobilizing for me. If you live in the USA: do you feel free and safe? Ha, no. Well, not *entirely*. Have you ever been sick on your birthday? I was recovering from the stomach virus, if that counts. As in I still got sick the day before and felt iffy on my actual bday. 17th, I think? Is talking about your past painful for you? Yes. Are you a member of any support groups online? I'm a member of The Mighty site, if that counts. When I'm feeling very, very sound of mind and helpful without all the negativity being a detriment to myself, I do like going on there and trying to help or comfort people. Have you ever called a suicide hotline? Yes, and the line was busy, and that's when I decided I was a goner. Do you ever fantasize about revenge? I uhhhhh... sometimes. What's a movie you would recommend to someone who never watches movies? Ohhh, that's hard. I don't really watch movies either, and I'm trying to think of one that essentially anyone would like, so hm. Oh, Coco is absolutely a possibility. That movie touched me so, so deeply and is high on my favorites list. It's impossible to not feel the emotions. Do you want to have grandkids? Hell, I don't want kids. Do you want to be an aunt or uncle? I already am one, and I love being an aunt. Who was your favorite Spice Girl? I don't remember their names or characters in general. Did you make a lot of home videos growing up? I mean *I* didn't, but Mom filmed quite a few. Do you enjoy babysitting? NO. What's an unpopular opinion that you have? Avoiding some political ones, uhhhh. OH. HERE'S ONE. THE SCENE AESTHETIC IS FUCKING CUTE AND NOT CRINGEY AND YOU CAN FIGHT ME ABOUT IT. Are you attracted to the opposite gender, same gender, or both? Both are A+. Was your first crush on someone of the same gender or opposite? Opposite. As a kid, I didn't even fathom the concept that women could date women. What is something you'll never eat again? Why? Brussel sprouts. Fucking disgusting. What is currently happening that is scaring you? Besides the very obvious answer of "Covid," I worry about my mom a lot. She's so weakened after all the chemo and meds and can do literally less than I can without heavily breathing and sweating. I just worry a lot that cancer will return sooner than we hope; I don't want it to EVER come back, but doctors say it is very, very likely at one point or another because she was so very close to Stage 4. What would be your personal hell? Being completely and entirely isolated forever while somewhere hot and humid, lol. And play one of my trigger songs on repeat eternally. What made the "weird kid" at your school weird? There was this poor guy named Alfred that was VERY clearly depressed out of his mind, and I heard him speak maybe once through all of high school, and the entire class couldn't believe it. He always sat way in the back and never smiled. I wonder how he is nowadays. What is a word you personally find offensive? "Retarded" personally offends me the most when misused and spoken as an insult. What instantly puts you to sleep? Now that is HARD to do; I have a ridiculously hard time going to sleep. The easiest way though would probably be me being drained from an emotional breakdown. That is so exhausting that I'm capable of crashing pretty fast and hard. What song is in a language you don't speak, but you love it anyway? I adore Rammstein, so there's plenty. I'll probably say "Donaukinder" is their best. What is something you would like to do if you weren’t judged for doing it? I keep that I RP a complete secret in my "real" life for this reason unless it's like, pried out of me. What's a movie you think everyone should watch? Why that one? Johnny Got His Gun. See how goddamn disgusting war is. What was the most unexpected good thing that's ever happened to you? Ha, realizing I was bisexual after once being homophobic. What is the funniest fact you know? Oh man, I know a lot of random trivia shit, really, so it's hard to say. Maybe that quokkas throw their offspring at predators to distract and escape from them... As awful as that is, c'mon, you gotta admit it's funny and shocking with just how adorable they are. What was your 'mic drop' moment? Oh, I don't know. Possibly when I publicly came out as bi on Facebook and made it abundantly clear that I gave no shits about some homophobic friends and family & I was beyond willing to let anyone's ass go over it. What's the kindest way a stranger has treated you? I remember as a kid at McDonald's, the woman in front of our car paid for our food; apparently seeing a mom, dad, and three kids in a van was enough that she wanted to just be kind and give us a smile. We have no idea who she was, never saw her face or anything, she was just a sweet woman. What is the biggest design flaw of your body? Okay, I'm going to let go of all hatred for my body weight-wise and just think of this as from a strictly natural design perspective, in which case I'd say my toes are too small. What age are you afraid of turning and why? 30, because I'm terrified of getting there and seeing I've possibly gone nowhere. What is the strangest thing you have ever felt? I'm keeping this question in just because I think there could be some interesting answers for others, but I'm witholding my answer because nobody wants or needs to know lmao. What makes someone immediately unlikable? Acting better than others and belittling. Who's a villain you sympathize with and why? D A R K I P L I E R because of his origins and overall purpose and just simply existing. What is something you regret to NOT have done? I have this oddly weird regret of not going like, all-all the way with He Who Shall Not Be Named????? Idk why though????? Considering I loved him way too much and I was a reckless and impulsive person who probably at some point would have wound up accidentally pregs????? What a fuckin trip that woulda been. What movie changed your life for the better? None have really "changed my life." What book you think should be directed as a film? Oh, idk. Most I can think of have been. Of all the decades you've lived in, which one have you liked best? The 2000s, probably. A carefree kid. How are you doing today? I'm exhausted. While out with Mom and my sisters yesterday, we got behind a van whose driver was obviously drunk or high off his goddamn ass, and he was swerving EVERYWHERE, nearly shoving so many cars off the road. Mom called 911 to get in contact with highway patrol to report his dumb fucking ass in. I was having an absolute panic attack and cried quietly like the entire 45 or so minute drive home. I was just so, so upset because this is why I don't fucking drive, and I felt like I'd made my sister (who was driving) mad because she had to firmly tell me I had to calm down (I was hyperventilating and talking to myself to try to calm down) if she was going to focus and keep us safe. She later ensured me she wasn't mad, but I still wasn't the same the entire rest of the day. Anyway, I slept hard last night but had two nightmares, so I'm still really tired today. I'm trying to keep myself really distracted. What's something your relatives don't know about you? A whole lot really, considering beyond my very immediate family, I see almost nobody because they live many states away. What's something your parents did, which you have sworn never to do? Mom would spank us or slap an arm pretty hard if my sisters or I misbehaved or "disrespected" her by "talking back." I'm not having kids, but I would never, ever, ever, put my hands on them in any way that isn't loving. You do not teach children via inflicting fear. I also have this probably overly strong aversion to beer because that's what Dad always drank as an alcoholic. I'll probably never try it, not that I really want to because it smells awful. What's the most annoying thing your pet does? I feel like "annoying" is the wrong word for this, but Roman (my cat) can be incredibly demanding of attention and to lie on me when I'm on the laptop in bed, and sometimes I just want space and be able to clearly see the screen, haha. He will legit meow like a baby and gently swat my arm sometimes if I try to keep him back. Heeee usually gets his way. As for Venus (snek), she does nothing "annoying" either, but rather a bit concerning to a snake mom: she is usually very slow to find and strike her food. I feed her frozen/thawed mice, and she will first slither around her entire cage, tongue flicking and clearly looking for her food, even though I always place it atop the same spot on her hide, and she can have her head RIGHT beside it and still do nothing. She ultimately generally eats (as a ball python though, she's a picky eater and will occasionally reject a meal), but I of course wonder why she's odd about dinnertime... As a champagne, she does have the notorious "spider gene" in her, which can cause neurological issues, but idk if something like this could be related.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''rise rebel resist'' by otep

[themidnightfarmer]

Dave, meet smaller Dave || Dave & Jared

Timing: Before the end of the party.

Location: Jareds farm

Tagging: @seizethecarpe & themidnightfarmer

Description: Dave comes to meet his reward for helping Jared out.

Triggers: mind alteration tw, three eyed zombie goat tw

Jared was enthused by the idea that another person was going to be adding to the already large group of people on the farm enjoying the party. A party that had been running for three days at this point. Anyone coming in that wasn’t fae became addled, walking over stray sod patches that had cropped up at the gates. While no one was being forced to stay, many kept running into those patches of sod and ending up staying for longer. And anyone who had made it out the other side, found the whole party experience a haze, something most who had made it home had so far attributed to the alcohol and other substances circulating the place. The nymph was waiting for his VIP guest by the fences, swinging on the post holding it up idly until he thought he could see Dave. He raised a hand and waved vigorously, almost dislodging himself from the fence. “Welcome to the party!” he cheered.

Dave had to admit, having a little kiddy goat gruff named after him was a whole different thing than what he’d understood from Jared when he’d looked after the guy at that whole fiasco. This was kind of an honour, he guessed, although it was still a little weird. The second thing was, he was pretty sure Jared was tripping balls from the messages he’d seen. All the same, he was honour bound to show up. Say hi to the guy and the kid, and be on his merry way. Dave pulled up his van near the farm and hopped out, frowning at the number of people he heard. He waved back at Jared, his frown growing. “Think I missed the memo. Didn’t know you were throwing a party.”

“Did I not say the party would be going on?” Jared asked, but didn’t really give Dave much opportunity to answer that. “I could have been so sure I did. You don’t have to stay but I really wanted you to meet Dave!” The tall nymph bounded over to the man and gestured him through the gates. “Tiny Dave is having the time of his life, wouldn’t be fair not to invite his namesake to witness his first time jumping. Besides, I have to repay you for keeping me awake during all that stuff at Pats. We have food and drink, and I told a few folk that you were going to swing on by, they’re excited to meet bigger Dave!” The humans attending the party that had been within earshot of Jared typing (and reading aloud) his texts to Dave had all cheered when Jared had told them he was coming. Whether they remembered this or not was a mystery. 

“No, you just, uh, mentioned your goat,” Dave replied with a rough laugh, mostly because he was concerned. Real concerned. There sure were a group of people here, but for a party, the vibe seemed… hell, he had no idea. As he joined Jared through the gate, he wasn’t feeling as sure of things as when he’d started. It’d been a while since he’d been to a real party, maybe this was how they do, as the kids said. “Right, uh, alright. What sort of food?” Dave asked, looking around. Or at least, trying to look around, instead, he was looking up at the sky and down at the grass, and then up again, as if that’d help anything. “Now, hold on a minute, son, where the hell am I?”

It hadn’t been his intention to walk Dave through the gate with the stray sod in it. But the expression change on the man's face was unmistakable. In the headspace he was in Jared couldn’t feel sorry, he could only begin to get excited at what that could mean. Did this mean Dave would stay and party? His grin grew and he took the man's arm and started to tow him into the farmland further. “You came to the party to meet your nephew.” Jared cheered. “You’ll stay a while right? We have good food and everyone is really chilled out.” Although even as he asked this he started walking away from the crowds. Despite his addled mind, Jared was still being conscious that his kids shouldn’t be seen by the partygoers as well as the other way around. The animals had been fenced into the furthest pasture this past week for safety. But if Dave was going to meet tiny Dave it was time to breach the fence for a moment.

Dave couldn’t make heads nor tails of where he was going, nor did he have a goddamn idea where he had been. It didn’t look all the same, he could see the fences and barn and the farmhouse. Problems started when he was actively looking at them. They’d just slide right out of his vision, and the harder he looked, the faster he lost sight of them. “My nephew? Jared, I don’t got a nephew, he’s dead. Uh,” he looked around again, not that it helped in the slightest. “Well, if there’s food…” He trailed off, unable to remember his objections just seconds ago. “Do you know where we’re going? It’s not like me at all, but my sense of direction is all out of wack. Not sure I could tell you which way the sky was right about now.”

In any other mindset Jared would be incredibly upset that he’d made Dave admit to something as tragic as the death of a family member. But he was just as addled as the selkie was, just in a slightly different way. The nymph threw an arm over Dave's shoulders and continued to lead him towards a small barn further away from the commotion of the party. “I’m going to introduce you to tiny Dave, I named him after you and he’s cute as fuck but you gotta promise not to tell anyone about him. NO, don’t promise just like…...please say you won’t, no promises allowed.” Jared tugged on the latch and pushed the barn door open to be greeted by some pretty horrific cries. The little goats that surrounded them weren’t quite normal, but Jared still stooped down to coo at them. “Dave, meet the kids!” Scooping one up into his arms he dropped the kidd into the mans arms. “Dave meet smaller Dave!”

“Uh, we’re already acquainted, thanks, and I haven’t heard anyone call it tiny before,” Dave bristled at the mention of his tiny Dave. Oh, wait, shit, Jared was talking about the goat. How’d he already forgotten that? How had he assumed- ugh. Ugh. Something real weird was happening, but whenever Dave remembered that it slid right out of his head as if it was greased with Selkie slime. “Right, right, no promises, got it.” That should have rung some alarm bells, but instead… “I promise I won’t tell anyone about tiny Dave,” Dave said solemnly, following Jared into the barn. Where else was he supposed to go? When Jared stooped, Dave felt sharp vertigo, even more confused now the guy wasn’t standing next to him, down to one less point of reference to where he was. Dave looked up, and frowned at the complete absence of stars. Suddenly his arms were full of baby goat. Despite the whole world not making a lick of sense, Dave grinned at smaller Dave, holding him close. “You’re right, he is cute as fuck. Do all goats have three eyes? Have I just been looking at goats wrong my entire life?”

Jared was lost as to what Dave was speaking about, but in his mild confusion he laughed. Humans loved when people laughed at what they said. He was also too focused on his task of getting Dave into the second barn that he completely missed the man binding himself in a promise. The nymph was incredibly proud as Dave agreed that smaller goat Dave was cute. “Only the best goats have three eyes, but you can’t tell anyone that either. It’s a secret, people aren’t very nice to three eyes kids. But three eyed kids are great, they jump and play dead like the fainting goats people love, only when they play dead they actually play zombie!”

“Don’t worry, I get it. Not everyone is nice to people with teeth and pelts like mine, neither. But you’re a cute one, tiny Dave,” Dave announced, cooing at the goat in his arms in a very unDave way. “Oh, yes you are, yes you are. Oh, you wanna get down?” He asked as tiny Dave began to kick and twist in his arms a little. “Wait, hold up a minute now. What do you mean there’s goats that faint and play dead?” He tilted his head, wondering if he’d heard wrong. “Do you mean they eat brains? Jared, you’re getting more confusin’ by the minute.”

The wording once again went right over Jareds head, he was instead stuck smiling proudly as Dave cooed at the little demon in his arms. “I mean there’s goats that people like to film, you see tons of them on tiktok, when they hear a loud noise they go all stiff-” Jared demonstrated this by locking all of his limbs and tipping over. Not his smartest idea, as he let out a small pained ‘oof’ from the ground, but he bounced back up quickly enough. “They like brains, do you not? I hear people eat cooked brains sometimes and not just zombie like. But the kids don’t do cooked, only sun-warmed at best I’d say.” Confusing as it may be it was the truth. “Back to the party? You ready to get your dance on?”

“What the hell is a tikto- Oh shit, Jared-” Dave tried to catch him, missing by a mile. He stared in wide eyed confusion at the young man, and shared a look with tiny Dave. Tiny Dave got it. “What’cha do that for?” He asked, as Jared popped back up with a spring in his legs. “Uh, jesus, no, I don’t like brains. I like my meat and fish raw, but I don’t usually go for the brains. What?” He looked around, but the stray sod was everything, twisting his gaze every which way. Everything here was confusing. He needed to get back in the water, where it’d all make sense again. No, he prepared to tell Jared. “Sure.”

“Impression of a fainting goat...obviously Dave come on.” Jared clapped the man on the back with a laugh as if it was Dave that was the worse off for not grasping his actions, and not himself for the decision to topple over. “Great! There’s good music and we have food and it’ll be awesome!” The nymph linked arms with Dave once again, this time leading him away from the small hoard of three eyed goats and towards the doors to the barn again. “You can’t tell anyone you saw the kidds, they’re top secret hush hush. I don’t want anyone looking for them if they decide they want to be released into the wild rather than stay on the farm. Can’t have anyone looking for them you know? You get it right Dave?”

“How the hell is that obvious?” Dave replied, chuckling back although he didn’t know why. There was something in the air, had to be, this guy was nothing like what he’d seen before at Pat’s opening, but as Jared grabbed Dave’s arm and led him back out into the field, the stray sod clouded his mind like cotton candy all over again. Concepts like personal secrecy were all but gone. “Trust me kid, I get it. I swear on my wife’s grave, I ain’t ever telling anyone about your three eyes brain-eating goats. ‘Ere,” Dave reached into his mouth and pulled off his teeth caps, revealing long canines and teeth as sharp as any other seal’s. Sharper, even. 

The two hadn’t quite made it all the way back to the party when Dave took his tooth caps off. Jared fully stopped to look, his personal space boundaries completely shot due to his state of mind, so the nymph practically had his nose in the mans mouth looking at his teeth. “That’s mad cool!” He exclaimed excitedly. “I’ve only ever seen one other person with teeth like that and they’re wild cool too!” Thoughts of Skylar filled the nymphs mind and he smiled to himself, he should really find her and invite her to the party. Jareds focus however was brought back in when he blinked and caught sight of Daves teeth again. “How sharp?? Fang sharp? Shark sharp?”

The kid peered right up at Dave’s mouth, until Dave thought he was about to be kissed or something, which this place did not seem the right place for. But no, the guy was just peering at his mouth, and it took Dave a moment to realise why - because he was holding his teeth guards in his hands. How had he already forgotten that. “Seal sharp. Mind yourself kid, or I’ll bite your nose off.” The world seemed to spin again. “Hey, kid, I really gotta get back to my van.”

Jared slapped a hand over his nose and he recoiled from Dave with alarm before that action ended up relaxed into a laugh moments later. “Funny, funny.” His goal was to have as many people stay at the party as possible, but even in the state he was in he couldn’t bring himself to trap Dave more than he already had. His face crumpled into a pout but he looped his arm with Daves to take him back to the front gates. “I guess if you have to go, just come back soon okay?”

#C: Dave #P: Chatzy #mind alteration tw #seizethecarpe