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aviculor · 23 days
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Watching the Dead Meat Horror Awards made me regret not watching When Evil Lurks when it came out. It won every category it was nominated in, which was most of them. I put it on my list for next Halloween season, but clearly I need to get on that sooner. I was expecting a Talk to Me sweep, so When Evil Lurks must really be something special to upstage it at every turn.
I'm glad Marin Ireland was nominated for Best Supporting Actress for Birth/Rebirth. Very underrated film and it was in fact an outstanding performance. There were a few other sleeper hits among the categories, like Kids vs Aliens. I should check that one out. Which reminds me, I've still never seen Smile despite it totally being up my alley. It's just such a heavy watch because of its subject matter.
There was a lot of buzz surrounding Thanksgiving, but I'm just not a fan of Eli Roth's whole vibe, you know? What I do think I would resonate more with, besides When Evil Lurks, is Huesera the Bone Woman which I heard a lot about from the DM podcast on it. I don't think "elevated horror" is pretentious, but I do prefer when the film actually delivers on the tension and atmosphere it sets up. Like how I spent all of Relic waiting for the other shoe to drop and it never happened.
M3GAN winning Best Villain was a foregone conclusion since she's the only "icon" that came out. I said the same thing regarding Art the Clown recently. It's like, we get a lot of memorable antagonists, but how often is there an actual new poster child like Jason Voorhees or Freddy Krueger? M3GAN really is the closest we've gotten to that in 2023. Godzilla and William Afton don't even count, and the entity in Skinamarink was just a presence that was felt.
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yeslieutenant · 2 years
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Put It Back On
So I just wrote my first smut in like 3 years so be gentle, I guess? (Unless you are Jason. Then be anything but gentle.)
Warnings: Smut. Literally the closest thing I have ever written to nasty without plot. No beta so mistakes are all mine.
The air smells like heat, sweat, and sex. Pants and gasps rang through the small living room, the couple still trying to regain their breath after their recent cardio on the couch.
My chest stuck to his slightly, my legs on either side of his hips. His heart hammered in his chest, clear and strong against my ear as we caught our breath. His hands rubbed soothing circles on my back, helping calm my own racing heart. His chest rumbles with a chuckle, and I raise my head to lock eyes with him, a dimpled smile gracing his features.
“What’s got you chuckling?” I say, my own smile making an appearance.
“Nothing, just realizing how much I like it when you ride me.” The shit-eating grin on his face is enough to make me roll my eyes as I stand from the couch on wobbly legs. Jason slides a hand towards me, resting it on my hip to steady me.
“You good, darlin?”
“Fantastic, thanks for asking,” I say, sass laced in my tone. As I speak though, my legs buck underneath me.
“Woah, ‘kay doll, lay back down please,” Jason asks, concern becoming evident. He sits up, grabbing my waist and pulling my ass back onto the couch.
“I was just gonna get some water.” I pout as I start to stand again, only to be stopped by the marine.
“I got it, Y/N. Rest those legs, cowgirl.” He says with a wink before standing and strutting into the nearby kitchen, giving me a nice view of his toned ass as he does. I remain sitting and glance around the homey living room. The coffee table still has our partially eaten supper and half drank glasses of wine resting untouched on its surface. It also has an empty condom wrapper sitting on it too, as evidence of our distraction. The lounge clothes we had donned for this lazy evening were in a pile on the floor, and I see Jason’s hat. I giggle and lean forward to grab the grey cap from its resting place near the clothes and place it on my head. I recline back on the couch, more giggles spilling from my lips as I hear Jason’s footsteps heading back towards me.
“That sounds like an evil giggle, doll.” I can hear the smile in the way he talks, and the moment his chocolate eyes lock with mine, I whip out my best southern accent.
“I’m Jason Kolchek and I’m super badass and have a sexy accent and an even sexier body.” I manage to drawl out before I lose the accent in a fit of giggles. It takes a number of minutes for my laughter to die out, but when I glance up, Jason is still staring at me, and he is not smiling. I immediately panic and sit up, pulling the hat from my head. I push the hat towards him and cast my eyes downward. This hat means a lot to him and I shouldn’t have fucked around with it.
“I’m sorry Jason.”
“Put it back on.” The words surprise me, and when I finally look back up at him, I realize the look I thought was anger was most definitely lust. The cup of water in his hand has definitely been long forgotten, his eyes locked on mine still. “Don’t make me ask again, sweetheart.” His tone sends a shiver down my spine as I do what he asked, gingerly placing the cap back on my head. Jason strides towards me, setting the cup next to the half-full wine glasses. He kneels on the floor and pulls my hips towards his mouth, flinging my legs over his broad shoulders.
“I wanna watch you fall apart.” His voice has dropped back to the husky tone he had less than 20 minutes ago, his accent thick and oh so warm. He leans forward and swirls his tongue over my clit, drawing a pleased gasp from my throat already. His finger pokes at my entrance, sliding in easily, where he rubs the spot inside that makes my toes curl. His tongue combined with that consistent pressure against my g-spot pushes me towards the edge faster than I expect, and it takes everything I have not to cream all over him when he adds a second finger.
“I want you to come for me, doll.” The vibrations from his voice against me are what push me over, and moments after he speaks, I squeeze his fingers, his name a gasping chant falling from my lips. He works me through the orgasm, his tongue continuing to make lazy circles across my clit and his fingers slowing considerably. Once the shaking of my thighs has finally stopped, Jason pulls back, his lopsided grin visible from where I sit, once again catching my breath. His lips are on mine before I have a moment to process, and I can taste myself. Jason turns us so my body is fully on the couch again, and he’s hovering over me, his hips slotted between mine. His erection rests on my pubic bone, hard again despite how recently he came.
“You look so fucking sexy, wearing nothing but my hat. Got me all worked up, doll.” He all but growls, chest heaving. He sits up, slotting his cock at my entrance before sliding in again. I groan, always needing a moment to readjust to his size. I grasp at his forearms, needing something to ground myself as his hips pull back, only to push forward again. A squeak leaves my throat as he fills me again and again, his own grunts and groans mingling with mine. One hand comes to rest against my hip, thumb finding my clit easily and beginning to rub quick circles on the nub as his other hand pulls one of my legs over his shoulder. Jason quickens his pace, thrusts growing sloppier with every press back into me. I let my eyes slip shut in pleasure before I feel his hand on my jaw and I open them again.
“Eyes on me, gorgeous. I wanna see your face when you come.” His hand returns to my clit, rubbing it with a precision only Jason fucking Kolchek can do. The hand that was holding my leg to his chest has shifted downwards, and I see a smirk appear on his face before he presses that hand to my lower stomach, which pushes him into that sweet spot inside me. I scream his name once more as I tighten around him, and he struggles to continue thrusting until he pushes forward and stills, his head coming down to rest on my neck as he reaches his peak.
Jason keeps his weight off of me, his hot breath fanning over my neck and shoulder as he gasps for breath. As soon as we have both taken enough steadying breaths, his chest rumbles with laughter again.
“I got your water, sweetheart.”
“That you did,” I say with a laugh of my own. Jason sits up and begins to pull himself from inside me when I am hit with a sudden realization.
“Jason, were you wearing a condom?”
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hysterialevi · 2 years
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Red Moon | Part 12
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Fanfic summary: In an AU where Jason contracts the vampiric plague, the lieutenant is forced through a series of experiments at the hands of CENTCOM, and held prisoner at Camp Slayer’s research facility. When he discovers that they plan to use Salim as their next subject however, he decides to go rogue, and turns against the US military before they can use his disease as a key to immortality.
Point of view: third-person
Pairing: Jason Kolchek/Salim Othman
This story is also on AO3 | Previous chapter | HEAD Ending
This is the second to last chapter. The ending you get will depend on the choice you make.
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CAMP SLAYER
2038 HOURS
Jason and Salim stood side-by-side in the battered elevator, waiting as it climbed to the top. The misshapen metal of its doors scraped lightly against the shaft, and a tiny handful of sparks could be seen flickering in the intense darkness.
Other than the machine’s rattling however, things were completely quiet. A few minutes had passed since the men took their leave from Carlyle’s lab, and yet, neither of them had said a word following their escape.
Carlyle and Moreau were both dead.
Red Moon was on the verge of termination.
And CENTCOM? Well, they were surely panicking by now.
The facility was occupied by more bodies than people at this point. Everywhere Jason turned, death always seemed to be two steps ahead of him. As for Salim, the man had just planted a bullet in Moreau’s head out of mercy, and heard his closest friend confess his love for him.
It felt as if they were constantly teetering on a scale balanced out by the extremes of this world. Everything that had occurred at Camp Slayer so far was the exact opposite of what anyone at CENTOM had hoped for. Chaos born out of oppressive security, betrayal molded by blind loyalty, and death created by a desire to preserve life.
Things were turning out precisely as Jason had warned those heedless scientists all those weeks ago. Regardless of how determined they were to pursue immortality, or how hard they pushed, the laws of nature would always find a way to correct them. 
He just wished they could’ve realized it sooner.
“...We’re almost there.” Salim said, his voice just loud enough to sit above the lift’s metallic groans. “I can’t believe it. In less than a few moments, we’ll finally be at the surface. We’ll be able to go home.” He shook his head. “...I can’t wait to leave this place behind. I just wish Moreau could’ve joined us.”
Jason didn’t give a response to his companion’s remark. Instead, he stared straight ahead, gazing loosely at the wall.
“Jason?” Salim called out, turning to the side. There was no answer, but he could already tell what the marine was thinking. 
“...Hey. Don’t blame yourself for what happened back there. Moreau’s death wasn’t your fault. None of it was.”
Jason’s eyes sank to the floor.
“This ain’t about whose fault it is.” He replied, his tone as hard as stone. “I should’ve saved her. Madeline, too. She’s just a kid, for God’s sake. How the hell could I leave her there?”
“We’re in a war, Jason. It’s impossible to save everyone. Moreau was right about what she said. You did everything you could.”
“...I know.” He conceded. “That’s what scares me.”
Switching the topic before he could dwell on it any further, Jason moved onto another subject, finally deciding to address what they were both preoccupied with.
“Hey, um, buddy?” His voice sounded much gentler now. “About what I said to Carlyle in the lab...”
Salim knew where this was going. “You mean when you told him that you loved me.”
“...Yeah.”
There was a brief pause. “Did you mean it?”
Jason’s expression tensed with anxiety. “I did. I know it sounds fuckin’ stupid, considering you and I have only known each other for a couple weeks, but I meant every word I said. You’re... you’re all I have left, Salim. CENTCOM’s taken everything else from me.”
The lieutenant sighed, looking away from his friend. “I’m sorry. I know this ain’t the time to be dumpin’ all this shit on you, but... I just thought you deserved to hear the truth. While I still have the chance to tell you.”
Salim chuckled, lifting a brow. “Sorry? There’s nothing to be sorry for, habibi.” 
The older man stepped closer to Jason, smiling fondly at him as he spoke. There was a clear sense of hesitation sitting inside the marine; an unwillingness to indulge in something that made him so vulnerable, but ultimately, it proved to be unfounded. 
Salim gripped Jason’s hand -- bruised knuckles and everything -- and leaned closer to his face. “...I feel the same way.”
That caught him by surprise. “You do?”
“Yes. I understand if it seems silly. Like you said, we haven’t known each other for that long. But I can’t deny how I feel. Within these past few weeks, you’ve sacrificed so much more for me than I could ever ask of someone. You’ve given life and limb, body and soul -- all to keep me safe.”
Salim brought a hand up to the man’s cheek, softly caressing it. “You mean the world to me, Jason. I love you.”
The intensity in Jason’s demeanor disappeared upon hearing those words, and a certain warmth started filling his eyes like an ember coming back to life.
In all his years of warring, he never imagined he would find someone to care about in such a manner, especially now that he was a vampire. He always told himself that a life like that wasn’t meant for him. He didn’t believe he deserved it.
But now... he had a true reason to fight. He had Salim. A man who absolutely refused to give up on his humanity, and served him as a guide in this relentless storm whenever he lost his way. 
He was Jason’s, and Jason was his.
“You’ve got a strange taste in men,” the lieutenant joked, “you know that?”
Salim smiled. “Past me would probably agree with you, but he doesn’t know you like I do.”
Giving his lover one last look, the older man stayed in place for a little longer before reluctantly letting his hand slip away, ready to get back to business. The elevator had come to a halt after a lengthy ascension, and within moments, the two of them could already feel a gust of wind kissing their skin.
Silenced by astonishment, the pair of soldiers turned towards the doors with excitement pumping through their veins, eager to greet the outside world after weeks of being trapped underground.
For the first time since their imprisonment, they stood amongst a realm crafted by sand and mountains as opposed to the artificial walls of the facility. There were no more scientists, or cells, or the poignant stench of chemicals. Instead, they found themselves surrounded by a cool breeze, and the familiar sounds of nature welcoming them with open arms.
They had finally broken free from the laboratory.
They were at the surface.
“Look at that view...” Jason said, his gaze traveling the landscape. “Never thought I’d see it again.”
He peered upward, studying the black canvas that hung over the desert and the stars dusting its surface. Some of them faltered in the searchlights streaming out of the military camp, but most remained visible. They were blanketed by a thin layer of clouds gliding across the sky, and formed a glimmering trail to the moon’s edge.
It was a sight that Jason once took for granted, but now, he missed it like nothing else.
“I’ve almost forgotten what fresh air smelled like.” Salim commented, taking a deep breath. “It feels good to be out of that place.”
“Well, we ain’t out yet.”
Jason glanced off to the side, pointing at something in the distance.
“Look there. That’s the garage.”
Turning towards the east, Salim squinted in the camp’s lights and spotted a short, squarish building standing near one of the gates. Its windows were illuminated by a dim yellow glow, implying the presence of soldiers inside. He could also see a pegboard through the glass that had been populated by dozens of keys, all of them labeled with a number.
Outside the building, Salim saw a vast lot filled with a variety of vehicles. They were surrounded by a fence topped with barbed wire, and sat right next to a road that led out of the base.
“I see it.” He confirmed. “What’s your plan? How do we deal with the guards?”
“Quietly. If any shots are fired, everyone in this camp will come running.”
“And once we find a vehicle? Where do we go?”
“We get you back home. Back to Zain. I’m thinkin’ you should ditch the vehicle once you’re far enough from the camp, and then walk back to your house on foot. That way, there’ll be a smaller chance of any soldiers trackin’ you to your front door. As for me...”
Jason went silent.
“...Never mind. Let’s just get moving. We can figure it out once we’re behind a wheel. Follow me.”
Stepping into the shadows, the younger man crouched into a sneaking position and began making his way to the garage, taking off before his companion even had a chance to respond. It was obvious to Salim that Jason had something significant on his mind, but the urgency of their situation didn’t exactly allow him to inquire.
He supposed he would just have to wait until their next opportunity to talk. For the time being, he simply pushed the thought aside and followed Jason’s lead, anxious to leave this place behind for good.
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THE GARAGE
2049 HOURS
Approaching the garage’s security office, Jason and Salim stayed close to the ground like a couple of cats on the prowl, using a combination of bushes and barriers as cover. Even though they had avoided the camp’s searchlights thus far, the moon’s rays were bright enough that they would’ve been highlighted if they wandered out into the open.
“Can you hear anything from here?” Salim whispered, hiding behind a stone wall.
Jason knelt beside a collection of barrels and removed one of his earplugs, listening carefully for any movement.
Judging by the lack of footsteps and the absence of any people, he assumed nobody was patrolling the premises at the moment. Though, that didn’t mean the office was unguarded. He still managed to pick up a few muffled words fluttering from a distant conversation, prompting him to lean forward.
“--Damn.” He heard a man chuckle. “You okay, girl? Your nose is burnt to hell.”
A woman sighed in annoyance. “Yeah, no shit. I’ve been out in the sun all day. My entire face is burnt. Fuck the desert, man. I’m sweating like a pig during the day, and freezing my ass off at night. Why couldn’t I be stationed in Germany like Boyer was?”
“Heh, you think this is cold? You should come up to Montana during the winter. The snow there is a bitch. I’m guessing you’re from somewhere in the south?”
“No, I’m from Ohio. But I guess when you’re from Montana, that’s still technically the south.”
“Yeah, well, it’s--”
Having heard enough, Jason stuffed his earplug back in and retreated into the blackness of the night, turning to Salim.
“From what I can tell, there’s two guards inside. It doesn’t sound like they suspect anything. They’re just havin’ a chat. Now would be the best time to take ‘em by surprise.”
“Did they mention anything important?”
“Nah. Just small talk. Bitchin’ about the weather. They ain’t too fond of the desert, it seems.”
Salim rolled his eyes playfully. “...Americans.”
Jason reflected his sarcasm. “Well, in their defense, it is fuckin’ cold out here tonight.” He gave his partner an exaggerated pout. “Might need a hug to warm me up.”
The other man had to stifle a laugh. “Oh, shut up.”
The lieutenant grinned. “Alright, alright. Enough of that. Here’s my plan. You wait by the door. I’m gonna knock on that window and get their attention. Once they start moving, you and I will sneak up behind them. That’s when we strike. Sound good to you?”
“I’m in.”
“Okay, then. Let’s do this.”
Putting their plan into action, the two men diverged from one another and got into position outside the office, making sure to keep their footsteps light. Salim concealed himself just beside the doorway, while Jason crept underneath the window. He discreetly raised a hand and knocked on the glass, bringing the guards’ conversation to an abrupt end.
“What was that?” The woman blurted out. “I think I heard something.”
“Me too. It sounded like it came from over there.”
“Hold on, I’m gonna check it out.”
Scurrying out of sight before the soldiers could find him, Jason quickly vanished from the window and rejoined Salim by the entrance, giving him a single nod. Now that the guards were in place, the older man reached for the doorknob and carefully pulled it open, leaving just enough room for them to sneak through.
“You take the one on the left.” Jason instructed, his voice barely audible. “I’ll go after the one on the right.”
“Understood.”
Moving behind the guards, the two of them took a moment to brace themselves for any potential fights, and then pounced on the soldiers, tightly wrapping their arms around their necks. The guards struggled at first, violently trying to pry their attackers off, but within seconds, they were both down, lying limp on the floor.
“Good job.” The marine praised, standing up. “Quick and quiet. Just the way I like it.”
Salim smirked. “Not for everything, I hope.”
A small laugh left Jason’s lips. “Romantic tonight, ain’t you?” He received nothing but a light-hearted shrug.
Glancing around the office for a minute, the younger man spotted a desk with a control panel on it, including the buttons that would open the gate. It sat below the same pegboard Salim saw, and was nestled underneath numerous rows of shimmering keys.
Jason pulled one of them off its hook, reading the tag: 012.
“Here.” He said, handing it to Salim. “Take this. It’s for vehicle twelve. The truck should be just outside. I’ll let you get it started first, and then I’ll open the gate for you. Be careful, though. That gate makes a shit ton of noise when it opens. Everyone in this camp is gonna hear it. You’ll have to move fast.”
Salim stared at the key in his palm with a furrowed brow, suddenly getting a grim feeling in his chest. He thought back to when Jason went quiet earlier and slowly gazed up at the man, nervous to proceed.
“Why do you keep talking like that?” He asked warily.
“Like what?”
Salim paused, dreading to hear the answer. “...Like you’re not coming with me.”
The question rendered Jason speechless, causing a heavy silence to fill the room. Neither of them uttered a single word for the next few seconds, but even then, any unspoken thoughts remained as clear as day. 
They were etched in the lines on their faces; in the depths of their eyes. It was in the way Salim stared at his fleeting lover, and the manner in which Jason’s head sagged due to guilt.
“...I’m sorry, darlin’.” He apologized, mindlessly tracing a finger along the desk’s edge. “I should’ve told you my plans sooner, but I just... couldn’t. Not with everything else goin’ on.”
“Your plans?” Salim spread his arms in confusion, admittedly hurt by the secrecy. “What plans?”
“You heard what Moreau said back there. About the self-destruct mechanism. Someone’s gotta do it. I figure it may as well be the guy who’s already half dead.”
The other man dismissed the idea, not even willing to entertain it. “What? No, no. Don’t be ridiculous. You are not staying here. There’s no way. Now, come on. We need to leave.”
Salim stepped forward and reached for Jason’s hand, only to end up grabbing the air when his partner turned away.
“Dammit, Jason!” he said firmly. “This is not the time to be playing the hero!”
“I ain’t playin’ the hero!” The marine fired back, sounding sharper than intended. He spared a moment to calm down, not wanting to escalate things further. “...Salim. Look at me.”
Jason lifted his head, revealing a distraught and weathered expression. His complexion had turned significantly greyer ever since they first escaped, and clumps of his hair had even started to fall out. There were multiple patches of bare skin dotting his scalp, and Salim noticed a couple of loose strands sticking to his shoulders.
The rest of him didn’t look so great either. His horns had increased in length by about an inch, and the cartilage in his ears looked like it was beginning to morph into a different shape. Something almost... elf-like.
It broke Salim to see Jason suffering like this. He still remembered what he looked like prior to his infection. The man used to be bold, lively, daring, courageous. But now? All it took was one glance to see that he had lost every shred of hope he once carried.
At this point, Salim couldn’t help but wonder if Jason truly viewed his own death as a necessity, or if he simply longed for it.
“...Honey, listen,” Jason murmured. “I’m... I don’t have much time. HERA’s eatin’ me up faster than I can keep track. I’m already a dead man. That’s something I need to accept. We both need to.”
Salim clenched his jaw, trying to keep himself together as he blinked through the tears now gathering in his eyes. 
“Will you stop talking like that? You’re not dead. And until you are, I’m not leaving your side, whether you like it or not. We can figure something out once we leave the camp. We’ll find a way to make this work. But either way, I’m not abandoning you.”
“Salim. You and I both know that isn’t possible. Any chance I had of livin’ a normal life disappeared the minute HERA took hold of me. My time in this world is done. Plus, bringin’ me along would only put you at risk. If CENTCOM ever learned I escaped, they’d stop at nothin’ to bring me back, including hurting you and your family. I couldn’t let that happen.”
The older man uttered a brief response, his voice quivering halfway through. “You are my family.”
Jason gently gripped Salim’s wrist, stroking the back of his hand. “I know, and I’m sorry I have to leave you like this. This ain’t what I wanted. None of this is. But if we want the world to be safe, we can’t leave this place standing. Everything HERA touched has to be destroyed. Everything.”
The lieutenant glanced out the window, looking at the elevator that brought them here. “I’ll go back downstairs. Back to my cell. I can keep the soldiers distracted while you get the vehicle ready. In the meantime, I’ll focus on finding the mechanism Moreau was talkin’ about and activate it. CENTCOM won’t be able to follow you after that.”
“Jason--”
“--Please, Salim. Let me do this. I need to know you’ll make it out of this okay. I need you to live. So, just... go back to Zain. Be a dad again. Try to forget about all this; about Red Moon. Don’t let it haunt you. Just live a normal life, and put this behind you for good. Please.”
Salim looked down at where their hands met, keeping their fingers intertwined as he pondered what to do next. He was holding onto Jason as if the man would fade away at any given minute, and doing his best not to break down on the spot.
“...It’s not that easy, habibi. Even if you were to die now, I don’t think I’d ever be able to forget you. Nor would I want to.”
Still, Jason tried to persuade him. “It’s for your own good. You can’t risk your safety for someone like me. There’s no point.”
“And why not? Look at everything you’ve sacrificed for me. I’d say I owe you. Well, consider this repayment. I’m going to get you out of here alive. No matter what. I didn’t fight this hard to survive just so I could leave you for dead.”
“I--”
“--Shit...!” Salim suddenly cursed, feeling overwhelmed by the dilemma. “I... I don’t know what to do, Jason. I honestly don’t.”
The younger man maintained a soft tone, doing his best to soothe him. 
“This is hard, I know, but your opinion matters to me. I don’t wanna make a decision like this without your input. I care about you more than anything else in the world. So if you don’t want me to stay, then... I won’t. But if you do leave me behind, I’ll understand. Ultimately, the choice is yours.”
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HEART ENDING: Bring Jason
Jason will live
Salim will be forced to keep his distance from Zain, but will stay with Jason
Operation Red Moon will be crippled, but not terminated
Both HERA and CENTCOM will remain a threat
Camp Slayer will remain intact. Nobody in the military camp or the research facility will be killed
HEAD ENDING: Leave Jason
Jason will die
Salim will be able to return to Zain
Operation Red Moon will be terminated
HERA will be destroyed, and CENTCOM will have no way of tracking down Salim
Camp Slayer will be demolished. Everyone in the military camp and the research facility will be killed, including civilians
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mysgprop-cstee · 1 month
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Keppel Land is the property arm of Keppel Corporation, a multi-business company providing robust solutions for sustainable urbanisation, with key businesses in offshore and marine, property, infrastructure and investments. As a multi-faceted property company, Keppel Land provides innovative real estate solutions with its sterling portfolio of award-winning residential developments, integrated townships and investment-grade commercial properties. Keppel Land is geographically diversified in Asia, with Singapore, China and Vietnam as its key markets, while it continues to scale up in other markets such as Indonesia and India. Keppel Land is Asia's premier home developer, with a pipeline of about 50,000 homes in Singapore and overseas. It is also a leading prime office developer in Singapore and is committed to grow its commercial portfolio in key Asian cities including Shanghai, Beijing and Tianjin in China, Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam, Jakarta in Indonesia, Manila in the Philippines and Yangon in Myanmar. In Vietnam, Keppel Land is one of the largest and pioneer foreign real estate investors with a diverse portfolio of properties in Hanoi, Ho Chi Minh City, Dong Nai and Vung Tau including Grade A offices, residential properties, retail centres, integrated townships and award-winning serviced apartments. With 21 licensed projects across Vietnam and a pipeline of about 18,000 homes, Keppel Land is establishing itself as the choice developer, distinguished by quality and innovative lifestyle concepts.
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  " The building is conceived as a floating volume with a continuous landscape plane that runs through. These volumes are articulated with specially profiled architectural screens that allow filtered sunlight into the interiors." CHAN SOO KHIAN, Founding Principal and Design Director of SCDA Architects Pte. Ltd An Exciting Collaboration between Keppel Land + SCDA 19 Nassim is developed by Singapore’s trusted, well known & award-winning developer, Keppel Land and beautifully crafted by Singapore’s renowned, internationally celebrated & award-winning architect, Chan Soo Khian, Principal of SCDA Architects. 19 NASSIM - SCDA’s LATEST LEGACY 19 Nassim is the latest legacy of the internationally celebrated and award-winning Chan Soo Khian, Principal of SCDA Architects. SCDA’s Signature: Strives for tranquility and calmness qualified by space, light and structural order. Idea Behind 19 Nassim: “Taking a slice of Singapore’s Botanic Garden and putting it on 19 Nassim’s site” - “Subtlety rich” SCDA ARCHITECTS - Impressive Singapore Portfolio
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  Project Highlights 19 Nassim @Tanglin Unique Features: 19 Nassim is a stone’s throw from the Botanic Gardens and Orchard Road. Enjoy various notable food centres, restaurants, shopping centres at the popular Orchard shopping and entertainment belt. Perfect for expatriates who is looking for tranquility and fresh air yet near to amenities. 19 Nassim is within short walking distance to Tanglin Mall and Forum Galleria Shopping Centre. It takes about 10 minutes drive to Raffles Place, Central Business District of Singapore. Residents can also walk to the Botanic Gardens within 10 minutes. Location Map A prestigious district in the Garden City. Discover a treasured world heritage site as your back garden. Enjoy a leisurely stroll to the iconic Singapore Botanic Gardens, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, a 82-hectare tropical paradise and a haven for the senses.
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Park up in style at Dempsey Hill which is located just a five-minute drive away and is the perfect place to chill for Nassim’s cosmopolitan community. Or surround yourself with the latest names in high fashion, bespoke luxe brands and Michelin-Starred restaurants in the two-kilometre long, world-class lifestyle precinct in Orchard Road.
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Live connected. The upcoming Napier MRT station is only a stone’s throw away and a ten-minute drive to both the Pan Island Expressway (PIE) and the Central Expressway (CTE). This places 19 Nassim at the heart of the Garden City.
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Trains (MRT & LRT) • Napier (TE12) – 270m Thomson East Coast Line Due 2021 • ORCHARD BOULEVARD MRT DUE 2021 TE13 540m   Groceries/ Shopping • Tanglin Mall – 0.3km • Tanglin Shopping Centre – 0.6km • Palais Renaissance – 0.9km   Schools • Raffles Girls' School (Secondary) 1.02 km • Crescent Girls' 1.54 km • Queenstown Secondary 1.72 km • Alexandra Primary 1.74 km • Singapore Chinese Girls' 1.77km
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Site/Floor Plan With more than 30 facilities from a luxurious 50m Lap Pool to glorious views of manicured flora that adorn the pathways that provide perpetual moments of bliss, residents of 19 Nassim can escape from the daily hustle. LEVEL 1 (Lobby Level)
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Floor Plan: Having difficulties getting floor plan from agent without registration? No worry you can get a copy HERE without leaving your contact with us. We are transparent in giving out information and ready to assist you whenever you need us! TYPICAL FLOOR PLAN
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Unit Mixes: Unit TypeStackUnit Size (Sqft)No. of units1 BedroomStack 8 / 12538 - 570171 + StudyStack 4 / 5646 - 678162 BedroomStack 2 / 3 / 7 / 9807 - 1119332 Bedroom with Pte LiftStack 10110982 + StudyStack 6105583 Bedroom with Pte LiftStack 1 / 10 / 111324 - 1475143 Bedroom with Double Vol CeilingStack 1173343 Bedroom (PES) + Pte LiftStack 118301TOTAL101 Residential Units
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Special Notes: • Only 2 ground floor units (both face Nassim Hill) • Only 3 units on the 10th floor • Only 4 double volume units • Units facing Nassim Hill and Napier Road will get movable balcony screen • 2 common lifts + 3 private lift lobbies for 3 stacks
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⭐LATEST PRICE GUIDE⭐ 1 Bedroom 538-570sf from $1,962,810 1 Bedroom + Study 646-678sf from $2,010,095 2 Bedroom 807-1119sf from $2,706,106 2 Bedroom + Study 1055sf from $3,453,280 2 Bedroom Deluxe 1109sf from $3,751,240 3 Bedroom Deluxe 1475-1733sf from $5,126,200   Please Contact Us at +65.84188689 It is important to only engage the Official Direct Developer Sales Team to assist you to enjoy the best possible direct developer price. There is no commission required to be paid. Interior Design/ Gallery The Arrival Arrive home as a journey of sensory pleasure unfolds with the welcoming, harmonious blend of nature and architecture.
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Lap Pool Recline, relax and rejuvenate as you overlook the infinity lap pool and its tranquil, calming waters.
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Kids' Pool Perfect for the little ones to enjoy a splashing good time under the sun.
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The Gym Recuperate and recharge as you clear your mind working out in this modern gym with a soothing view of the lap pool.
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Garden Lounge Take a moment to breathe and immerse in some inner peace. Grab a book  as you cocoon yourself from the world in this tropical garden.
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The Club Extend your entertainment beyond your dining room and delight your guests with an intimate gourmet dining experience at The Club.
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The Grill Host your party under the stars at The Grill and be mesmerised by expansive city views.
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Relaxation Pool Treat yourself to the ultimate relaxation experience as you unwind in the relaxation pool or heated jet pool.
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Homes powered by A.I. 19 Nassim is the first residential development in Singapore to be powered by artificial intelligence (A.I). Equipped with machine learning capabilities, the A.I will progressively learn your daily habits and offer useful suggestions to improve your smart living experience.
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Resident Host From curated events to catering to your everyday needs, your resident host is always delighted to serve you.
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daughterofgaston · 2 years
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Oceana Beryl Jackson
Fandom: Percy Jackson
Faceclaim: (I don’t have a faceclaim for her since I have her image in my head but the closest thing to her in Mila Kunis)
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Nicknames/Preferred Names: O (just by close friends/family, casually)
Family: Poseidon (father), Nicole Greene (mother; deceased), Alex Greene (older maternal half-brother, estranged), Percy Jackson (older paternal half-brother), Tyson (younger paternal half-brother), Sally Jackson (adopted mother), Paul Blofis (father figure)
Age: 12 (Sea of Monsters); 16 (end of Trials of Apollo)
Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them
Romantic Interests: Connor Stoll
Personality: Upon meeting Percy in Sea of Monsters, Oceana is very abrasive and angry. Sort of ‘get them before they get me’ mentality. Very tough and easily angered, she is known to start major fights over very minor and perceived injustices. Very closed off emotionally and extremely slow to bond with others, but once she does she sticks with them for life (fatal flaw: loyalty).
Extremely tomboy as a child/preteen due to perceiving femininity to be a weakness, and very athletic (namely gymnastics and cheerleading). As she gets older and more comfortable in the Jackson household she isn’t as abrasive and is much more easy going and playful, and even embraces a lot of her femininity.
Background: Born October 31st in Maimi, FL to Nicole Greene (professional surfer), Oceana was very well loved and cared for by the newly single mother. Nicole raised both Oceana and her son from a previous marriage, Alex, relatively on her own with little help from ex-husband, David.
When Oceana was four Nicole planned to move to New York to be closer to camp in case of an emergency, which angered David where he unalived her in anger for “taking his son”. From there, Oceana was placed in foster care while Alex lived with family and bounced home to home for being “difficult” with her learning disabilities and trauma. At 12 she met Percy Jackson who convinced Sally to take her in, and she became one of the Jackson’s.
Profession: student (PJO-ToA), college student (majoring in Deep Marine Sciences), researcher
Notable Features: Scar on her face ranging from upper cheekbone down to her chin (obtained in fight with Jason).
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bambinotcambi · 3 years
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Baby Marin: *hangs off of Jason's arms* hey, so, like, uhm, hey.
Jason: spit it out
Marin: *very giddy* you're really fucking strong, Peter!
Jason: why do you know how to cuss?? You're, like, 5.
Marin: *giggles* I am 6! And *pauses* I have mos—all of my memories!
Jason: Bruce is going to kill me.
Marin: *wraps her legs around his arm* no!! He'll *stares at his arm for 0.7 seconds* love you. You're protecting me!
Jason: I'm carrying you everywhere.
Marin: protecting me.
Jason: sure..
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house-of-kolchek · 2 years
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Two Halves Make A Whole Idiot
Jason Kolchek x Reader x Salim Othman
Good Day.
I may have been convinced to post this a day early, everyone say thank you to @unabasheddreamfrienddonkey
Based on this ask! I apologize for the meager amount of words :)
Word Count: Nearly 1k
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Sometimes he wondered what went through their minds. These were two very capable people. Hell, he’d watched them take down monsters they knew nothing about, turn their backs on people they wanted to help, and fight tooth and nail just to see the sun again. They were marines. Tough as nails and just as sharp. 
So, as Salim watched you and Jason from his spot at the kitchen table, his coffee mug paused halfway to his lips, he truly questioned everything he knew up to this point in his life. 
“Just a liiiiiiittle higher babe. You can do it!” You cheered. Jason’s muffled voice answered something indiscernible and Salim shook his head. You were sitting on Jason’s shoulders, facing the cupboards. This would be all well and good, except for the fact that Jason was facing the other way, his face buried into your stomach, arms wrapped up around your back to support you.
Salim watched as you stretched your arm out, lengthening your entire body and causing Jason to stumble a bit, letting out another muffled protest. 
“Hey! Stay still! How else am I supposed to reach it?” you scolded. 
One more grunt from the Marine. 
“What?”
You screeched as Jason pushed you off his shoulders, catching you in enough time to rest you on your feet. He gasped a deep gulp of air. His new and improved baseball cap - you and Salim had surprised him with it for his birthday after the events in the caves - was sitting backwards on his head.
“I said ‘Maybe this would be easier if I was facin’ the other way,’” he said, all drawn out and laced with sass. You reared back, crossing your arms.
“Hey, that wasn’t my idea! You said it would stop me from falling!”
“Children, that is enough,” Salim piped in, hiding his grin behind his coffee mug. “You two are going to get yourselves killed one of these days, I swear.” The two in question turned to Salim, eyebrows raised in silent protest.
“This coming from the man who threw a rusty-ass pipe at my face?” Jason retorted, and you nodded your head in agreement.
“I was not aiming for you, Love,” Salim answered, knowing that his pet name would fluster Jason enough to shut him up. You looked between the two, shaking your head before dragging a kitchen chair back to the cupboard.
“Whatever lovebirds, I’ll just do it myself.”
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After the events of the morning, you proudly decided that the three of you needed to go to the store for orange juice. Dragging behind a complacent Salim, and a complaining Jason, you walked into the closest supermarket. By the time you’d made it to the store, your list had grown from one simple item to half a page of - absolutely necessary - groceries.
“Okay, we split up. Jase, you take boxed food, lord knows I can’t trust you with produce. Salim, you take housewares and I’ll go deal with produce,” you ordered, handing each man their respective lists.
“Aw babe, I love it when you go all military like that,” Jason cooed, giving your rear end a smack as he headed to the packaged aisles. You yelped, yelling after the marine, only to be hushed by Salim.
He gave you a kiss on the temple, resting his hand in a respectable location on your back, before also splitting to his assigned area of the store. With pink cheeks, you shuffled your way to the produce.
Salim hummed to himself, drifting through the aisles. His basket was full and his list was crossed off, save for a roll of paper towels. As he shopped, he wondered whether you and Jason had actually found all the items on your list, as you both had a tendency to get distracted. 
Since the two of you came careening into his life in the caves, he’d truly had his hands full. Salim wasn’t sure what he would do with himself once Zain left for London, but the two of you had saved him the trouble. Every day was a new adventure for him. He never realized just how much you could do with two retired marines and a furnished house. Pillow fights, food fights and many broken glasses later, the three of you found excuses for a hospital trip nearly every day.
But the man wouldn’t change it for the world. After all he’d been through - losing his wife, raising his son alone - he finally found a reason to really smile again. The love he felt for the two of you neared that for his son. You were all family now, and that’s how he wanted it to stay. 
“Here, get in the cart. I wanna see how fast I can push it into the  pillows,” a voice called from the next aisle over. Salim shook his head, that sounded just like something you and Jason would get up to.
Ah, what idiots.
“You got it,” another voice replied with a heavy Southern accent.
Salim smiled to himself, knowing that the two strangers were getting themselves into trouble. Two strangers with very familiar voices.
“wait nO.”
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alidravana · 2 years
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Title: Cold Showers
Author: Alidravana
Fandom: SEAL Team (TV)
Ship: Jason Hayes/Brock Reynolds
Length/Rating: ~1.5K, Teen
Tags: On-Again/Off-Again Relationship, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Set Post S02:E10
Brief Excerpt:
“What’s going on Brock?” Jason asked, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the younger man.  This was not the place or time.
“I...I don’t think I can take my clothes off,” Brock said quietly, almost too quietly.
Screw it, Jason thought, and reached out to place a hand gently on Brock’s knee, not anticipating the flinch that it would cause.  Pulling his hand back quickly, he looked at Brock in concern and then the pieces started to come together. 
When Brock's injuries from diving out of their exploding vehicle in Mexico are revealed, Jason is there to help. Written for Day 28: Soothing Baths for Flufftober 2021.
Thanks to the wonderful @sugaredmayhem for editing, and thanks to everyone over at the SEAL Team Discord ( @disasterfandoms, @galaxysanduniversesinmymind, @quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome, @bravo-four-seal-team and I’m sure I’m forgetting others) for creating this pairing and encouraging this fic!
Can be read on A03 or the rest is under the cut!
Jason paced the hallway, waiting for the rest of his team to finish getting geared up.  
Their time so far in Mexico had been a shit show and he was frustrated with what little they had to go on for this next operation.  A dying man’s confession of a safe house, and minimal time for a proper game plan was never a good foundation for an op, but this was the closest they had been to getting Doza this whole time and they weren’t going to miss out for a shower and some rest.
Catching a small whiff of his own stench, Jason almost second guessed his last thought, worried that the enemy might smell them coming before they even caught sight of them.
Nodding as each of his men peeled out of the armory, he fist bumped everyone as they headed towards their vehicles.  Hopping from op to op with little to show for it was extra exhausting; hopefully this would be the one to end Doza’s reign of terror.
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Back at the base, Jason tilted his head back, running his fingers through his hair.  The hot water of the shower poured over him, rinsing the sweat away, the smell of gunpowder, and any traces of blood.  As he closed his eyes, he could still see Doza’s body laying on the floor.  Finally, he thought to himself as the water continued to pound down.
Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into the changing room.  By that time, most of the team and other members of the Mexican Marines had left, Jason choosing to take a longer shower than most.  But as he started to pull on his shirt and pants, he noticed that Trent and Brock were tucked in the one corner.
Trent appeared to have showered, his long hair still dripping water on the back of his shirt.  He had his sweatpants pulled up on the left side, a fresh bandage covering the cut he sustained from the church siege.  He was talking, no he was arguing with Brock, who was still sitting on the bench, with his full gear still on from the operation.  
Jason hesitated for a moment, not knowing if this was something he should step in for or not.  But then he overheard Trent say something about an injury and before he knew it, he was standing next to Trent, looking down at Brock with a small frown.  
“Hey, I got this.  Go watch the door, okay?” Jason said, tilting his head in the direction of the exit.  Jason wasn’t surprised when Trent didn’t follow his orders immediately, checking in silently with Brock.  Even if he was Bravo 4, Trent would always be concerned with the health of their team members over whatever command Jason could issue, and that’s part of the reason that made him such a good medic.  
Trent moved towards the door, Brock must have signaled he was okay with Jason’s suggestion.  As soon as Trent was out of sight, Jason sat down next to Brock on the bench.
“What’s going on Brock?” Jason asked, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the younger man.  This was not the place or time.
“I...I don’t think I can take my clothes off,” Brock said quietly, almost too quietly.
Fuck it, Jason thought, and reached out to place a hand gently on Brock’s knee, not anticipating the flinch that it would cause.  Pulling his hand back quickly, he looked at Brock in concern and then the pieces started to come together.  
“The rocket launcher...you guys all dived out of the car, right?” Jason asked, thinking back to the ambush in the alley way.  He had noticed the incident of course, but had been more focused on taking out the man who was holding the rocket launcher and then ducking from the responding gunfire that followed than watching specifically how his team had gotten out of the vehicle.
Brock nodded.
“You didn’t say anything,” Jason said, anger lining his words, but then softened his tone, not liking how Brock had hunched down even further in response.  “Is that what Trent was arguing with you about?”
“Yeah,” Brock replied, lifting his head to meet Jason’s gaze.  “I...I honestly didn’t feel it until we stopped moving,” he explained, sitting up a bit more, wincing at the pull of his clothes against his skin.
Jason nodded, it sounded like adrenaline had kept Brock moving, and now that the operation was over, his body decided to stop hiding the injury.  Knowing what they had to do, Jason stood up, motioning for Brock to do the same.  He reached around the younger man, unclipping his vest and setting it on the bench, ignoring the loud rattle it made against the wood.  Jason then bent down to untie Brock’s boots.  Brock quickly caught on to his actions, and lifted each foot, so that Jason could pull the boot off and then his sock in one fell swoop.  
Jason had to pause for a moment, his breath catching at the intimacy of his motions.  They were in the middle of a Marine base in Mexico, and he was literally undressing Brock.  Shaking his head, he stood back up, trying to refocus.  Brock was injured.  That was the priority here.  
“Got a pair of scissors?” Jason asked, watching Brock’s eyes widen as he realized what Jason had planned.  But his hand didn’t shake as he pointed to his vest, and Jason quickly fished out the pair from the pocket he was indicating.  Jason then strode into the showers, expecting Brock to follow him instinctively and was glad when he was right. 
Signaling for Brock to hold back for a moment, he turned the shower back on, but at a much cooler temperature than his own shower had been.  He then reached out, planning at first to pull Brock along by his arm, but then thinking better of it, grabbed Brock’s uncovered, and uninjured hand instead.  Ignoring the warmth that radiated from Brock’s hand to his, he positioned Brock under the spray of cool water, still fully dressed.  
As the clothes started to dampen, Jason began to cut the fabric along Brock’s right arm, followed by his left.  His shoulder had taken the brunt of his fall, and Jason took extra care to pull the fabric from the burn, his fingers tracing over the wound gently.  Jason could feel how tense Brock was as he held his body still, preparing himself for the pull of the fabric away from his skin, trying to not let out any sounds or show any emotion.  
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me here, okay?” Jason repeated in a low tone, his hand resting briefly on Brock’s cheek, feeling reassured when Brock’s eyes met his and he responded with a small nod.
Jason then repeated the same steps with Brock’s pants, starting from the waist and going downwards.  Brock’s left hip and knee were the worst, and the little gasps of pain, the small whimpers that Brock now allowed out were daggers to Jason’s heart, but he knew he had to keep going.  Any fabric lingering could cause an infection, and so Jason was painstakingly meticulous with his process, even as his own hands trembled when Brock let out a sound.
Finally convinced that he had removed all the fabric, Jason nodded in the direction of the shampoo and soap.  “Do you think you can manage that?” He asked, trying to not succumb to the impulse to do it himself.  Even though Brock was injured, he was still stunning, and it was taking every bit of Jason’s self control to not run his hands over every part of his body, but for a different purpose than before.
Seeing Brock’s nod in response, Jason turned to leave the showers.  “I’ll go grab some dry clothes,” Jason added over his shoulders, and then headed out, feeling like he may be in need of another shower himself later, a cold one this time.
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Now that Jason was no longer close to him, Brock could feel his whole body relax.  Jason’s actions had been confusing as hell, and he had felt tense during that whole encounter, both from the pain of his burns and from the compassion that Jason was showing him.  The handful of times that they had hooked up, Brock didn’t even think that they got fully undressed, and so to be fully naked in front of Jason, and by Jason’s hands...Brock let out a sigh, trying to commit the whole scene to memory.  He was just glad that he didn’t throw himself into Jason’s arms...or drop to his knees, which might not have turned out as well this time around.
Brock reached for the soap, his whole left side twinging at the movement.  He wished that Jason would have stayed, but also figured that helping him soap down might have been a step too far especially considering where they were.  Brock carefully but quickly washed his body, and then his hair, the cool water causing him to start to shiver.
But as he stepped out of the shower, and saw Trent holding burn cream, bandages, and a sweatshirt that he recognized as one of Jason’s, he couldn’t help but smile.  Maybe this was something more after all.
Maybe, just maybe, it was the start of something real. 
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repentantsky · 3 years
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5 People Who Should Not Be in The Gaming industry
Our choice of entertainment, when we choose video games has nearly endless potential, with works that are inspiring from varying genre’s, to varying resources, and many people who work on these games are as inspiring as they are instrumental to the industry’s continued growth and success, these 5 people, here are none of these things, and are nothing short of a detriment to it. Whether it’s because they broke the law, multiple times, clearly don’t care about the people who work under them, or are simply unable to tell their fans the truth, here are 5 people, who simply should not be here. Be warned, I may trigger you one way or the other depending on where you stand, and I’m not sorry about it if you want to defend these losers. Oh and, one final note, my lists aren’t usually ranked by how important an entry is, or in this case, how messed up they are, but rather by how much I want to talk about them, so do keep that in mind. 
5. David Cage. 
David might be the least unworthy person on this list, depending on how you look at it, (I think he’s one of the worst people here, but you do you) but he’s also possibly the biggest A-hole. Running the company Quantic Dream, most regarded for their game Detroit: Become Human, the company, Cage, and another key member have been under investigation for years, for mistreating their employees, and violating contracts. Most famously with Elliot Page, back before when he was known as Ellen Page, as the game Beyond: Two Souls, did have a fully nude model that for a time could be hacked to be visible in the game, which was a violation of the contract Elliot had signed at that time. Other accusations include, bullying, anti-woman rights shown in the work place, and harassment of employees, namely of the female variety. This isn’t mere speculation either, as Quantic Dream did a few years back, lose a case against a former employee in court, and if one thing most people have learned about abuse or mistreatment of others these days, is that if there’s one case, there’s probably more. While things have been quiet on this front in light of COVID-19, the investigation, is still on-going. 
4. Randy Pitchford. 
The laundry list of offenses this man has committed should have seen him end up in jail, but money talks, and he settled his crimes out of court. What crimes did he commit you ask? Let me see if I can remember everything. He, supposedly had child pornography on a flash drive, for which he was acquitted, with that never being shown in a way that can be confirmed or denied, he refused to work with Troy Baker on Borderlands 3 who played Rhys in Tales from the Borderlands, because Troy has joined the closest thing to a union within voice acting, which meant Pitchford would have had to follow certain guidelines, that he wasn’t willing to, he stole 12 million dollars meant to be bonuses for employees of Take Two after completing Borderlands 2, and the opening funds for Borderlands 3, which he seemingly used to pay off his court case, he assaulted Claptrap’s original VA when they were still working together, and refused to bring him back in Borderlands 3 because he wouldn’t do the voice for free after leaving like he had before, he refused to pay a musician for work done on Duke Nukem Forever, and while not nearly as heinous as the rest of these, refuses to acknowledge that any criticism against Alien: Colonel Marines is legitimate. So yeah, complete A-whole. Kind of makes you wonder how people like this stay in the industry, instead of in jail where they belong.
3. Todd Howard.
Todd Howard, is to put it lightly, a habitual liar, and often tries to play up his good guy persona while lying through his teeth. Fallout 76 is a key example of how he can lie, as just about everything he said about the game when it was announced, was untrue, though he’s used to that as he also lied about Skyrim, Fallout 4, Elder Scrolls Blades, Elder Scrolls online, seemingly favoring single player games while 76 was still not known to the public, the list goes on. Todd Howard, for as bad as his voice is for it, is basically the hype man for everything major Bethesda does, and usually seems to be in charge for finding a fall guy when his lies don’t come to fruition. It’s not really shocking per-say that he lies, but man, it would be nice if he could just tell the truth, if anyone could believe anything he says. Never, have I heard so many untrue things said about a game from one man, and yet, you literally have to question everything that comes out of his mouth, and assume all of it is overplayed nonsense, because Bethesda seemingly pays him to try and make us believe that he can say anything of factual value. But alas, he can’t, he even lied about the paid mods controversies Bethesda tried to pull, both times they did it, and nothing came of it. Someone who cannot seem to tell the truth, should not be in this industry.   
2.  Marcin Iwinski. 
This may not be a name instantly recognizable to many, but Marcin is co-founder of CD Projekt Red, and is it’s most prolific liar. Unlike other CEO’s who have people below them spread lies so fans go after them instead of the guy at the top, Marcin has been Cyberpunk 2077′s voice in a manner of speaking, as he was the one told all of us the lies surrounding the game. He tells people what to say about the game, so he’s responsible for the lies made to retailers, fans, and of course Sony and Microsoft, and he even tried to get ahead of a piece written by Jason Schreier, with a non-apology that was actually more damage control for the horrible release of Cyberpunk 2077. While he’s by no means the only person who has committed these sorts of acts in this industry, his recent example of what a CEO will do to save face for his company, regardless of much BS there is within, makes him a prime target for fans to show those who run massive game companies, that lying to people for years, be it about how a game is running, or how it’s being made, shout out to all those people he said weren’t crunching, and then trying to downplay it when we found out, is not okay. Letting people like that go, only incites more to do the same. 
1. Andrew Wilson. 
Yet another name you might not know off the top of your head, Andrew Wilson is the CEO of EA, a company that is so corrupt under his watch, that they tried to break Belgium gambling laws because they just...thought they were above it? I don’t know the whole story there, but I do know that EA, under his run as CEO, clearly thinks it can do anything it wants, and feels like they can lie about whatever they choose, regardless of how poorly it reflects on the industry, or how it hurts smaller developers just trying to turn their passion into a career. Killing off beloved studios like Visceral games, Black Box Studios, Origin, and Playfish to name just a few, EA has become the killer of studios, and every time Andrew Wilson’s face is on screen, smart people began to worry. Mr. Surprise Mechanics himself may not have committed any crimes that we know of (aside from again, breaking Belgium law because he thought he could get away with it), nor has he lied his way to success in the public, but killing off studios loved by all in order to force everyone under his employ to mainly focus on games as a service, a move that is more harmful than good in the industry, is cause enough for him to be forced out. 
And that’s my list, what did you think? It’s not often someone actually calls people out in this industry, and I honestly think more people need to do it so there’s some of that. Let me know if you can think of anyone else who deserves being a swift kick out the door, reblog this if it interested you, and feel free to leave a note. 
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katluke25 · 3 years
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Autumn O’Connor
Full name: Autumn Bianca O’Connor
Height: 5’5
Weight: 120 Ibs
Birthday: October 25
Eyes: Hazel
Hair color: Brown
HomeTown: New York City, NY
Job: New York Police Detective SVU
Description: Athletic body type and have a Shark bite on her upper left arm she got when she was nine.
Family Members: Dylan O’Connor (Father) Alive, Lana O’Connor (Mother) Alive, Theodore ‘Theo’ O’Connor (Oldest Brother) Alive, Miles O’Connor (Older Brother) Alive, Hector Pèrez O’Connor (Adopted Son, Elisa’s Twin Brother), Elisa Pèrez O’Connor (Adopted Daughter, Hector’s Twin Sister) and others.
Love interest: Peter Stone
Skill sets: Martial Arts Black Belt, Kick Boxing, Military skills, Multi Weapons Training and ForensicCriminology Degree.
Likes: Reading, Music, Writing Stories, Hiking, Baseball, Stargazing, Running, Dogs and others.
Background: Autumn is youngest of O’Connor family, Her Family wasn’t thrilled that she want to be a cop but they are very support. Autumn meet Peter when she was 11 year olds in a park. They bound over Baseball and other things. Peter and Autumn been closest and best friends, they got together when they were Sophomore in high school, they were each first of everything. When they graduate high school, Peter went Law School and Autumn went to The Marines.
Peter want to make work but Autumn believe that they should seen other people and grown, Peter didn’t want that, Autumn believe if they are meant to be, they will be together again one day. Peter and Autumn broke up and went on their ways, not a day go by they don’t think about each other everyday. After a few years being part, Autumn become a SVU Detective in New York City and she is top notch Detective. On one of her cases, She found these Twins babies a girl and a boy, she have been keep close eyes on them in Family court everyday.
The Twins have necklaces with their names on it, their names are Hector and Elisa. Autumn try to track down their parents but the parents are dead. They were about to be Wards of the state until The judge noticed that Autumn was always there for the twins when she found them and took a interest in them.
So he want to see that, if Autumn wants to a foster mother to them. She was shock and The judge said that he have a good feeling about this. He also say that within a year, she can adopt them. After that, she decided to foster mother to the twins, her family was beyond thrilled to have new members of family. It was touch and go for while for her but she managed being a cop and a new mom.
Meanwhile with Peter, he got draft to Chicago Cubs as Pitcher, Autumn have try to go everyone of his games. After an injury to his elbow cost his baseball career, he went in to Working for DA Office like his father, Ben Stone. Peter and Autumn try to keep in touch try out the years.
They did see other people after they broke up but They still have very strong feelings for each other, they never stop thinking about each other. When Peter’s Father pass away, Peter went back to New York City, He went to Autumn’s place the movement he got in the City. Autumn found him at her door when she got home, she surprise to see him but when she saw how red his eyes were and upset he was, she went over to hug him tight.
Peter hug back just as tight, he broke down in her arms, Autumn took him into her apartment and they sat on the couch. They spend the night holding each other, Peter and Autumn talk each other in morning about everything. So after the funeral and Babra leaving DA Office, Peter took the job of ADA SVU, They pick up right they left off.
SoundTrack:
1. Far Away By NickelBack
2. Arms Wide Open By Creed
3. I’ll Be By Edwin McCain
4. Born Ready By Zayde Wolf
5. Trying Not To Love You By NickelBack
6. Centuries By Fall Out Boy
7. You’ll Be In My Heart By Phill Collins
8. Ready Set Let’s Go By Sam Tinnesz
9. Chasing Cars By Snow Patrol
10. On The Way Down By Ryan Cabera
11. I Won’t Give Up On Us By Jason Mraz
12. Champion By Barns Courtney
13. Love me Like You Do By Ellie Goulding
14. Thinking Out By Ed Sheeran
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andieperrie18 · 4 years
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Egoistic: Bruce Wayne x Reader
I am in love with MAMAMOO and I like how this song inspired by this. I am just a random writer writing random content depending on what inspires me or what comes to my mind but I do hope to some of you who would read this one-shot would like this. So I have no particular bias in mamamoo but I just thought moonbyul would be perfect as Reader-chan. now Enjoy!!
part II
Egoistic: Bruce Wayne x Reader
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I foolishly adjusted to you and it’s torturing me
Making me lonely till the end
-          Egoistic: Mamamoo
Bruce Wayne, the notorious philanthropist, and playboy in the city of Gotham. The man that captured hearts of many and had bedded some of a few. A man of power and looks as he is not only a wise man but a total lady killer as well.
Then came he alters ego, none other than the Dark Knight himself, Batman. A hero he calls himself yet he does the most despicable things to every villain he encounters. He embosses cruelty and violence that he knows that will strike fear to every dirt lingering in his city.
Only a few people know that these only masked. Specifically two people. Alfred Pennyworth: The Wayne Family Butler and Y/n L/n: The Childhood Best friend.
There was also Selina Kyle, but she cannot really penetrate his wall. Yet.
What she and Bruce had been considerably more than just a fling. They had their nights together as they let themselves lost in their desires. And the man seems to not mind at all as he is starting to consider the woman as the only person who understands him. The man was truly and Egoist.
Too encased with the idea that he was a man who lost everything. A man who wants to rid the society of its parasites and pest. A hero equipped with the most convenient ways to help people of Gotham. And he had a perfect companion in his goals, Cat woman. Although a criminal but Selina did things for the good, well most of the time.
     Y/n was nothing compared to Selina. The moment the woman entered her best friend’s life, it was she never existed in Bruce’s life. The way she would break with every conversation they would have about the said vixen vigilante made her blood boil and heartbreak all the time. But what can she do?
“What can I do?” Y/n mumbled to herself as she stood before Wayne mansion.
The skies thundered, heavy droplets of rain drizzled endlessly that night. Flashes of lightning gave glimpses of her peripherals from the metal fences, the shrubbery. She cast her eyes upward and from her spot, she had a perfect view of his bedroom window. The light was on in his room. She saw a silhouette of two figures inside before the light disappeared and so did the breath from her lips.
It was one of those nights where Selina would come home with Bruce from his patrol. Another night of sheer bliss from both of them. And another night of torment for Y/n.
           Eyes never leaving the same window, Y/n remained in her spot as the rain continue to drench her from head to toe. Droplets of water missing with the salty ones that slid along her cheeks from her glassy eyes. The pattering of rain was being accompanied by small sounds of light sobs.
           And from that night, she vowed. That this will be the last time Bruce Wayne will make her cry.
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           It’s been a couple of years now. Bruce has seen his best friend who left him with nothing but a letter of confession. At first, he was oblivious of his best friend’s disappearance until one day he asked his trusty butler to why the sudden absence of woman. Alfred replied with silence before handing his master an envelope.
           There is a saying where in order for someone to realize their feelings for that person is for them to lose that said person. And that he just did.
           The closest person he considers as a family had gone off somewhere after verbatim-ly confessing in a letter that she can no longer resist that pain she has to feels upon seeing him in bed with another. And it was made more difficult years later when he realizes that there were still differences between him and Selina. She can handle publicity, unlike Y/n who handles everything for Bruce.
           It was hard to function for him for a while before he met Dick.
           Bruce is now as at a party, Mayor Garcia had somewhat called up all people from around to for the ball. Of course him being a big shot, it would almost seem impossible for him to not be invited. With that opportunity, he brought his son’s along with him yet they all went to separate directions later after a few minutes of entering the venue.
           The party had an unknown purpose as the said leader of the city stated that it was just another celebration.
           Damian Wayne was keeping himself occupied by marveling all the pieces that seem to be sponsored at the party.
           “An Obra Maestra in my opinion. Maybe I should get one for my room or maybe two?” the young Wayne boy stared at work with utmost admiration and respect. He was entranced by each stroke on every canvass, hook, line, and sinker. The colors working along with the movements and directions. There was something aggressive with each one that Damian cannot explain.
           Soon he came through an empty hall, littered with more canvasses. Each art contained different messages now but he could tell the artist was still the same person.
           Although he was rather drowned out with admiring one particular piece where it was a portrait of a Sabertooth sitting in a calm meadow with a Robin fluttered upon its snout. Both animals didn’t show any discomfort but rather a pinch of sparks fly. “You like art?”
           Damian didn’t turn as he was still engrossed with the painting mumbled small ‘Yeah’.
           Y/n smiled, her eyes from the boy turned to the painting hung on the wall. “What do you think this piece talks about?” The boy still didn’t turn his gaze away from the painting but manage to muster a reply.
           “It tells about a Robin that had fallen with a Predator.” Y/n hummed, “How do you know it’s a love story kid?” Damian’s green eyes sparkled with curiosity as he analyzed the said piece. “I don’t but I like to think that the Robin had fallen for the predator due to admiration on how well she hunts her prey.” Y/n’s head flicked to the left, lips curling to a smile.
           “A debatable answer.” She chuckled.
           “I’ll take this one to my room. Do you know anyone here I could talk to about buying this piece? I am somewhat very fond of it.” Damian spun her head to the direction of his company. Y/n only smiled at him.
           “I guess I do.”
           “Good, will you take me to him?”
           “SHE is right in front of you darling.”
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     “Fancy seeing you here Clark?”
     The disguised man of steel took Bruce’s extended hand. “Well, it’s just that my agency heard of a big occasion here and nothing really special but they still sent me anyway just in case.” Bruce eyed the small notepad and pen on his one hand. “Still working on a weekend?”
Clark on raised his shoulder to a shrug before a short pause.
“You alone?” The blue-eyed man shook his head. “I’m with the boys, they’re out there somewhere. Maybe drinking their asses out or something.” Clark nodded in reply.
     “Hello, Good Evening everyone.”
Clark and Bruce turns to the podium where the leader of Gotham city now stood.
“I know some of you are still questioning why I invited you all here. In a very normal party. I think many of you notice the setting.”
“Bruce.”
The said the male’s attention was taken by his eldest who was accompanied by his other two siblings. “Dick, Tim, Jason. I’m surprised you’ve found me. Where’s Damian?” the three looked at each other, brows furrowed.
“The Painting exhibited on the walls are sponsored by a surprise guess tonight. I know some of you have been eyeing some pieces of our liking but sadly they are not yet for release.”
“We thought he was with you.” A surge of worry climbed through Bruce’s bile a bit.
“Don’t worry too much, Bruce. I’m sure he’s just around here somewhere.”
“Now I would like to present to all of you the mind of all the masterpieces spread across all of you. I must say I was rather excited when she had finally accepted our invitation. And our guest was generous enough to have all her works be the highlight of this event since we’ve been aiming to have an Artistic type of setting.”
All attention finally was to the speaker on the front Bruce and his sons were still quite occupied to where the youngest was. “Clark would you mind keeping an eye out to where my son is.” Of course, the man agreed.
Still occupied, Bruce kept turning his head every five minutes in hopes of spotting the jaded eyed boy.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you. The Artiste Visionnaire of France. The Famous 21st Century Art Critique Maîtresse. Painter and Ex-Marine Sergeant;
Madamoiselle Y/n M/n L/n.”
At the moment, everything had stopped for Bruce. The familiarity of the name that should have been long forgotten in the back of his mind rang like he had heard the name like yesterday.
“Wow, who would’ve thought that I could hit a jackpot tonight? Y/n is a big name in the industry. Have you ever seen such and influencing woman- Bruce?” With air caught in-between spaces of his throat, he can’t form any type of reply.
His eyes watched from the edge of the stage, a good ten feet from the podium where the Mayor stood. He awaited the familiar petite frame of a woman that he remembers that likes to dress into big skirts and conservative tops. The same woman that he had come to realize to be his only one.
And with no denial, a woman did emerge from the side. But not in the said attire he had thought as he almost didn’t recognize that it was a woman. The person emerges wearing a very prestigious and recent collection Dolce and Gabbana. It was a suit, the type where big businessmen would wear. It was tailored from a very expensive satin called satin-jacquard. The satin suit glowed in its canary yellow hue that lights from every chandelier allowed it glimmer a lot more. Like the person walking in them was wearing gold. And along the satin suit was loitering designs of floral in dominating shades of reds and greens.
“Y/n…” It was her.
Yet he felt different from her. Like he was somewhat culture shocked. The woman who never failed to show femininity to the crowd is now walking before him in the most expensive suit somewhat only she could pull off. Eyes held no type of emotion but stoniness.
Bruce watch each of her strides towards the podium. Poise. Just poise.
He described that moment as if she was the most feminine of the feminine yet masculine of the most masculine.
As she arrived by the podium, facing the seemingly endless crowd of elites. He didn’t miss the moment her eyes found his.
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tabloidtoc · 4 years
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Star, February 10
Cover: Hollywood Therapy Confessions 
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Page 1: In her new memoir Jessica Simpson reveals the terrifying depths of her drug and alcohol abuse and how she came back from the abyss 
Page 2: Contents, Duchess Kate 
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Page 3: LOL! -- Teen Wolf star Colton Haynes finally discovered Amazon, Word of the Week -- finasco, according to Bachelor hopeful Hannah Ann, Loser of the Week -- Mr. Peanut, Winner of the Week -- Derek Jeter was unfazed that his election to the Baseball Hall of Fame wasn’t unanimous, snowboarder Shaun White dropped the price of his Malibu home from $12.75 million to $10.9 million 
Page 4: As shocking new evidence comes to light Lori Loughlin and Mossimo Giannulli’s future is looking dire 
Page 5: Kirstie Alley -- why I haven’t dated in 20 years, Adam Driver is Hollywood’s latest golden boy but he’s struggling to cope with fame, Ozzy Osbourne has Parkinson’s Disease 
Page 6: Caitlyn Jenner has long been at war with the Kardashians clan but behind the scenes it turns out she has one ally in the family -- Kanye West, Ryan O’Neal’s sad last days, Star Spots the Stars -- Ashlee Simpson Ross and Evan Ross, Jason Priestley, Courtney Love, La La Anthony, Awkwafina, Rocky Barnes 
Page 8: Star Shots -- Lupita Nyong’o at the Santa Barbara International Film Festival, Jason Priestley and wife Naomi and their kids Dashielle and Ava at Cirque du Soleil’s Volta, Drew Barrymore celebrated her new syndicated talk show at an industry event 
Page 9: Hugh Jackman in New Orleans on the set of Reminiscence, Rami Malek and Lucy Boynton strolling in NYC
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Page 10: Liv Tyler on her way to Jimmy Kimmel Live, Eva Longoria at the Producers Guild Awards, Rebecca Romijn and a dog 
Page 12: Uma Thurman and son Levon at the Dior Haute Couture show in Paris, Robert Downey Jr. at the Dolittle press conference, Bella Hadid on the catwalk during the Alexandre Vauthier fashion show 
Page 13: Kelly Rowland grocery shopping
Page 14: Jonathan Scott and Zooey Deschanel ahead of her ‘80s-themed 40th birthday, Pink and her kids Willow and Jameson at Disneyland, Josh Gad and Kristen Bell reteam for an animated sitcom Central Park 
Page 16: SAG Awards -- Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio, Michelle Williams, Nicole Kidman and Charlize Theron and Margot Robbie, Renee Zellweger, Jennifer Aniston 
Page 17: Alex Rodriguez and Jennifer Lopez, Zoe Kravitz and Reese Witherspoon, Stranger Things Cara Buono and Finn Wolfhard and Noah Schnapp and Millie Bobby Brown and Priah Ferguson and Gaten Matarazzo 
Page 18: Jamie Foxx and Michael B. Jordan on The Graham Norton Show
Page 19: Joey McIntyre as Orsino in Twelfth Night, Kaley Cuoco cuddled with costar Alberto Frezza on a Vespa shooting The Flight Attendant 
Page 20: Normal or Not? Bono works out with weights on a yacht in St. Barts -- not normal, Elizabeth Banks has a supersized salad -- normal, Logan Paul picked up an antique Victrola at a flea marker -- normal 
Page 22: Fashion -- Best of the Week -- Screen Actors Guild Awards edition -- Jennifer Garner, Danai Gurira, Kathryn Newton 
Page 23: Scarlett Johansson, Rachel Brosnahan, Sophie Turner 
Page 26: Julianne Hough and Brooks Laich are Hollywood’s most confusing couple 
Page 27: Charlize Theron has been vocal about being single and costar Nicole Kidman is telling her to try her luck in Nashville, Chris Pratt is starring in and producing The Tomorrow War in Atlanta while wife Katherine Schwarzenegger is alone in L.A. and she’s fed up of playing second fiddle to his career, Love Bites -- Tim Tebow and Demi-Leigh Nel-Peters wed, Pamela Anderson and Jon Peters wed, Justin Ervin and Ashley Graham welcomed a baby boy, Christina Milian and Matt Pokora welcomed a son, DJ Khaled and wife Nicole Tuck welcomed their second son 
Page 28: Liev Schreiber plans to propose to girlfriend Taylor Neisen and ex Naomi Watts has given her approval, Zach Braff and Florence Pugh have moved in together, Khloe Kardashian isn’t taking any chances when it comes to her renewed romance with Tristan Thompson by using iPhone’s Find Me app and has had him tailed by her bodyguards
Page 29: Liam Hemsworth has found happiness with Gabriella Brooks following his split from Miley Cyrus but those closest to him are begging him to take it slow, Joaquin Phoenix and Rooney Mara and Kerry Washington and Nnamdi Asomugha are spending time together as a foursome going out for vegan dinners and hanging out at each other’s houses and they share a skepticism about showbiz 
Page 30: Cover Story -- Hollywood’s Therapists Tell All -- Katy Perry wanted to die 
Page 31: Bethenny Frankel drove her therapist to quit, Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban cocaine and cheating shocker 
Page 32: Chip Gaines’ shocking sacrifice to save his marriage to Joanna Gaines, Eva Longoria loves being tied up, Beyonce and Jay-Z -- he confessed his cruelest infidelities, Halle Berry -- dad’s abuse ruined her self-esteem 
Page 33: Keith Richards snorted his dad’s ashes, Emma Stone suffers crippling panic attacks 
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Page 34: Team Meghan -- with the royal family in the rearview mirror Meghan Markle is leaning on old friends who stood by her 
Page 36: Getting an Early Start -- these famous faces began their careers when they were just kids -- Scarlett Johansson, Leonardo DiCaprio 
Page 37: Reese Witherspoon, Jake Gyllenhaal 
Page 38: Keri Russell, Neil Patrick Harris, Seth Green 
Page 39: Drew Barrymore, Hayden Panettiere, Joseph Gordon-Levitt 
Page 40: Double Takes -- Karen Elson vs. Julianne Moore 
Page 44: Style -- fitness -- Meghan King Edmonds 
Page 46: Super Bowl party -- Jamie Chung 
Page 48: Entertainment 
Page 50: Q&A with Mike “The Miz” Mizanin and Maryse Mizanin 
Page 60: Parting Shot -- Marion Cotillard visited the Antarctica to bring awareness to how climate change, industrial fishing and plastic pollution are impacting marine life
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atlantisking · 5 years
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🌈 ic pride profile 🌈
                                                                     made by @AKUMEIS
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NAME;  Arthur Curry
AGE;  35
ETHNICITY / NATIONALITY;  Mixed (Hawaiian/Atlantean) / Dual (American/Atlantean)
REAL LIFE FACECLAIM;  Jason Momoa
IDENTIFIES AS;  cis male, bisexual
PRIDES ATTENDING;  Somewhere in the US for certain, can attend any DC canon city prides but also any US cities, New York is closest to him.
ATTENDANCE FREQUENCY;  Definitely at least once, if his time allows him to maybe twice.
TYPICALLY ATTENDS;  Wherever he’s invited. Doesn’t like to go alone, needs at least one friend with him, so if some of the JL attends at some place he’s likely there.
DEMEANOUR IN ATTENDANCE;  Eternally smiley and warm as always, although he is an introvert but celebrating Pride is about bringing people together so he does want to connect people even if he might be a bit shy at first. But the general atmosphere is so warm and welcoming likely he’ll be hopped on that feelings.
STALL HOSTING;  He doesn’t host a stall.
OPEN TO INTERACTION WITH MINORS / PEOPLE OF FAITH IN ATTENDANCE;  Open and welcoming to everyone. Love is universal.
OPEN TO GOING TO BARS / DRINKING;  He’ll drink a little but he’s a lightweight so only a couple of pints or whatever measurement it comes in. His aim is definitely not to get drunk just to soak in the atmosphere and have fun.
OOC.
i’m glowy and super excited about this event, looks like so much fun and i’m 100% here for it! i’d like to note for people, MY ARTHUR IS 100% COMIC BASED, a mixed canon within that, so dceu, i don’t know her. i will interact with any dc related verse as long as you respect my characterisation. i can also use a simple powerless modern verse where arthur teaches marine biology at a university.
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undonesarc · 4 years
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▌real name: griffith angelo d’aquino. ▌single or taken: single but.. we’re working on it. ▌abilities or powers: gun handling, knife combat, self defense (trained in standard boxing, wrestling, and has undergone courses that are essentially ripped straight from marine corps martial arts training programs), basic survival skills (desert-based, primarily, as that’s where the majority of his merc work took place),   ▌eye color: a brown so dark it’s nearly black. ▌hair color: black. ▌family members: parents are sebastian d’aquino sr. and sheila d’aquino (nee walsh); six siblings, hugo (58), giorgia and emily (twins, 53), mia (49), lucas (47), and sebastian (44); one maternal uncle, max, and two fraternal, arthur and daniel (both deceased). ▌pets: n/a. has considered getting a dog, but doesn’t feel like he’d be able to actually be there for it as much as he should be, but if he ever considers retirement/a more permanent living situation then he’d probably get one.  ▌something they don’t like: when people try to be all buddy-buddy with him, especially on jobs, especially if he barely knows them. he doesn’t like that sense of fake camaraderie, it makes him deeply uncomfortable. ▌hobbies/activities: crime, obviously, primarily bank robbery but he doesn’t mind getting involved in other things; more mundane hobbies include hiking, rock climbing, camping, boxing, playing video games, reading; at the home he keeps in new york, he has a library, and there’s an extensive collection of books there. ▌ever hurt anyone before: yes. frequently. as griff is fond of saying, you can’t be in crime without being a little criminal; he’s dealt out plenty of pain in his years, both professionally and on the side. his brief stint in the world of underground boxing was bloody. he’s picked more than a handful of fights in bars -- and not just yelling and some halfhearted punches. he’s thrown chairs, broken tables by slamming people into them, broken fingers and skulls and noses. he doesn’t flinch from violence, though that isn’t to say he revels in it, either; he’s not exactly apathetic, just doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions in any other way (but he doesn’t ever hurt the people cares about, i.e. his family/etc. he either deals with it by fighting or getting out the anger through work, or by going to a gym and taking it out on a punching bag/working it out through exercise). ▌ever killed anyone before: yes. 11 years of his life has been spent as a mercenary, seven with private military then four as a freelance killer in europe; his confirmed body count in europe was 13. outside of work, griff has only killed 3 people: his first was at the age of 16, when the eldest son of a “rival” family decided to send griff’s father a message by beating on griff (sebastian had refused to work with their family, and this was the retaliation for insulting them). griff fought back, unintentionally breaking his neck, then finishing the job by stabbing him in the throat. the other two kills were purely victims of circumstance; one was a man griff fought in the underground boxing he participated in (he didn’t die in the ring, but a few days later from injuries sustained); the second, a civilian who tried to be a hero during a robbery and earned a shotgun blast to the head for his trouble. ▌animal that represents them: a snake. ▌worst habits: the inability to own up to his feelings is the biggest one. this definitely extends beyond his sexuality; he’s not very good at showing his family (or the very rare friend that he has) that he cares for them. he’s not good at voicing his emotions, choosing instead to isolate (he camps by himself a lot) or something stupid like fighting (as mentioned above). he’s just very childish when it comes to emotions, and it’s goddamn annoying, and definitely makes it difficult to be friends with him.  ▌role models: during their time together as mercs, jason became a sot-of role model for griff, with the impression he left continuing to influence griff into adulthood. his brother seb is also someone griff has constantly looked up to; because he’s only two years older, he’s the sibling griff was closest to. he helped griff deal with the body after his first murder; he’s the one who encouraged him to pursue theatre, then to leave home/the family when he saw how unhappy and uncomfortable griff was with them (seb has always known griff is gay, and hoped that by encouraging him to leave, he’d be helping him get to a place where he could learn to come to terms with who he is). griff has always admired the ferocity with which seb loves, and envies how easy-going he is. he’s tried to imitate it, but has never been able to perfect it.  ▌sexual orientation: gay. ▌thoughts on marriage/kids: he doesn’t want kids, and doesn’t care for marriage in a traditional sense; he doesn’t believe in the ceremony and the paperwork. that’s not to say he wouldn’t flat-out deny a guy if it came to it, but he definitely wouldn’t want anything big. he thinks the commitment of saying i love you and then proving it by coming home every day is enough. ▌fears: being outed, and as an extension, coming to terms with being out; the reaction from his family; the act of actually being with a man again, though i think it’s less about actually being gay these days (because.. he understands it’s okay/natural, he’s really gotten over that fear and left it in his youth) and more of a fear of learning to love again, afraid he would lose it/ruin it like he did in the past. ▌style preferences: basic.. but like.. still kinda stylish? yeah he wears that ugly shirt with a cross on it in the movie, but that’s just how he dresses on jobs, primarily to throw people off and not let them get too familiar with who he really is. when he’s camping, of course he favors hiking boots and henleys. his style is dictated by what personality he’s presenting; in atlanta, he’s a hardened criminal, and dresses kinda corny to fit the part. in new york, he’s just another face in a crowd, but he wants to look good and feels more comfortable presenting closer to the look he likes in such a big city; he likes expensive dress shirts (and leans towards pastel colors) or designer shirts (he likes floral patterns like this) when he’s in new york, though sometimes he favors a more punk look (leather jacket, etc) when wearing more stylish and designer clothing makes him feel too exposed. he feels like there’s certain things expected from a guy who lives a life like him, who looks like he does, and sometimes he ends up falling prey to those stereotypes, because he’s too scared to let himself be who he really is. ▌someone they love: honestly.. to be honest....... he still has a little bit of love for jason and that’s never going to change. he also loves his brother seb a lot, and of course his other siblings as well -- they were all incredibly close growing up, and while he’s chosen to isolate, it isn’t because he hates them. he loves his family, he just needs to find his way back to them. ▌approach to friendships: he keeps anyone at arm’s length, though he does have some tentative friendships, all built on a mutual interest in crime, though the word friend is rarely ever used. griff tends to avoid “normal” people, not wanting to get them entangled in the life he lives; he doesn’t really have any genuine friends, people he goes out to coffee with or to the movies with or whatever, or people to talk to, actually, but god he needs it. ▌thoughts on pie: he’d kill you for pumpkin pie probably, ▌favorite drink: alcohol-wise, he loves strawberry cream tequila, and whiskey. liquor aside, he just drinks water and orange juice. ▌favorite place to spend time at: he loves the wilderness honestly! he goes camping every other weekend. he goes to the gym daily and really finds comfort in that routine. he doesn’t really like being at his atlanta apartment much, which is why he doesn’t spend too much money on it, or time in it. ▌swim in the lake or in the ocean: lakes; he developed a slight fear of the open water after working on fishing boats off of the west coast. ▌their type: we’ll have to revisit this........ i need more interactions w/ him before i say either way what he likes  
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Three Peas In A Pod. 6/9
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Mature.
Pairing SweetVee.
Veronica Lodge had spent the last wild eight months in a hot and heavy tryst with known gang member and boyfriend Sweet Pea. Everything about his life screamed danger and thrill, the appeal of which drew Veronica in like a moth to a flame. That all changed, though, in the blink of an eye – the three minutes their circumstances shifted from whirlwind romance to unexpected pregnancy when the color of the test strip turned pink.
How will this new couple face the change that greets them and will their young love manage to survive the fear of impending parenthood? Find out as the clock counts down, month by month, in this nine part tale of romance, angst, and pregnancy hormones.
SweetVee Bedtime Stories. 4/?
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Explicit.
Pairing: SweetVee.
A collection of SweetVee smutty one shots and drabbles inspired by prompts or other random muses. Each chapter will be its own story, its own concept, its own theme surrounding the central ship of Sweet Pea x Veronica Lodge.
No Angel. 6/6.
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Pairing: SweetVee.
Her life was wrapped up in one brilliant white Tiffany bow – the money, the privilege, the opulence of her family’s legacy the perfect inscription on the dull boring epitaph that left Veronica Lodge feeling dead inside. To escape, she dances, grasping onto her freedom as she moves across the stage of the burlesque club, The Whyte Wyrm, owned by former sorority sister Cheryl Blossom. One night, though, her world is turned upside down when she locks eyes with biker and former Marine Sweet Pea, and the vitriol they soon spew at each other only adds fuel to the flame between them.
Both controlled by their own demons, both unwilling to relent to the way they feel, they stomp around their emotions, night after night, dance after dance. Sweet Pea has his sordid past, rife with memories of death and violence, but Veronica has her own skeletons, locked behind the walls of her heart, and freeing them will only prove that she’s no angel after all.
Can these two broken souls that feel such scorn for each other give in to the heat between them, learning to keep the flames ablaze despite their differences and hostility for each other, or will their fire only serve to combust and burn out in the dark of night?
Ouroboros. 6/6.
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Pairing: Bughead with a side of SweetVee.
After a harrowing act of gang violence claimed the life of her father, a young Betty Cooper found herself being whisked away with her mother and sister to the one place they could find shelter – the Southside part of the city under the watchful eye of the biker collective known as The Serpents. Betty and the Serpent Prince, Jughead, grew to become friends and eventual lovers before a traumatic event triggers Betty to flee for her sanity, leaving behind a distraught and heartbroken Jughead. Years have passed and the fragile life of her sister, Polly, and her involvement with the Serpents’ rival, the Ghoulies, has Betty returning to the den of snakes she once ran from.
However, the Serpent Prince may not be so forgiving and his welcome upon her arrival is purely cold-blooded. Like the revered Ouroboros, life is a continuous renewal of “what was” in anticipation of “what is,” and as clear as the tattoo on every Serpent’s skin, the motto at the Whyte Wyrm is “creation through destruction.” Betty may soon learn that snakes don’t shed their skins easily, especially when love can be sharp and venomous.
Snapshots. 17/?
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Mature.
Pairing: Bughead.
What’s a story only half-told?
An afternoon of reading old diaries and manuscripts turns into a lifetime of memories played before Betty and Jughead as they dig through the past. What were the moments leading up to the romance of sophomore year that stood out to Betty in her diaries, Jughead in the manuscript he wrote about his story with the girl-next-door? How did their epic love story play out for the couple beyond the events of Jason Blossom’s murder that shook the bedrock of Riverdale?
Fade Into Me (I’ll Fade Into You.) 7/7.
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Mature.
Pairing: Bughead.
It was the worst day of his life, the kind of day every parent fears. Jughead Jones could only watch in horror as his sister, Jellybean, wrestled with a sickness that he couldn’t control. While dealing with the prognosis, Jughead couldn’t ignore the ray of hope keeping him grounded through the sadness in the form of Pediatric Oncology nurse Betty Cooper. Can he learn to love while living in a nightmare? Can she learn to put aside her insecurities and conflicting feelings to fall for the father figure of her patient?
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Finding Strength In You. 1/1.
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Mature.
Pairing: Bughead.
A coda to “Fade Into Me (I’ll Fade Into You)” for those of you who were interested in an epilogue for Betty and Jughead. It’s fluffy and whipped in all the right places, and though not required I hope for those of you interested that you enjoy it. This is my thank you again for all of the treasured love and support that you gave to this fic. I’m here to serve and give the masses what they want!
The Two Of Us Are Just Young Gods. 1/1.
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Pairing: SweetVee.
As the bright lights of the Sunnyside Trailer Park shine through Sweet Pea's bedroom, he and Veronica find themselves giving in to the affectionate beat of both body and soul as Veronica loses her virginity to her high school sweetheart.
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Or three am thoughts inspired by Halsey's "Young God"
Stupid Cupid: A SweetVee Valentine’s Day Story. 1/1.
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Teen.
Pairing: SweetVee.
Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching, and no one is more unenthusiastic about it than Veronica Lodge. Freshly dumped and without a date, her best friend Betty Cooper sets her up on a blind encounter with one of her boyfriend’s closest pals, but the dinner doesn’t go as planned, and soon Veronica and Sweet Pea are lodging insults across the table like a verbal food fight.
The next day, the duo find themselves locked in yet another awkward partnership, assigned to research and enact a romantic couple throughout time at the Riverdale High Valentine’s Day Fair, and it’s not long before the two butt heads at historic new heights. Veronica is just about to give up on the idea of romance and chivalry before she begins receiving small tokens of affection in her locker, one for each day of the holiday week.
Will she discover the identity of her secret admirer before the bell tolls on the 14th or will she succumb to the hostile, yet magnetic chemistry between her and her opposing classmate? In “Stupid Cupid,” things may not be as rose-colored as they seem, and Veronica just might learn that love can be a major pain in the ass.
I strongly recommend this author, because she is amazing. If you’re looking for spicy smut, look no further.
Not only is @elegantmoonchild incredibly talented, but in her fic “Ouroboros” she gave this fandom a taste of the ship SweetVee, and we haven’t been able to get enough since.
Her fics are wonderful, and I suggest you go give them all a read right now!
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PJO Mass Effect AU
You can find the first two chapters here (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) 
The airlock slid open, and Percy shot out like someone who hadn’t been on solid ground for years, and Chase sighed as she followed him out, her eyes darting around, scanning the docks for anything out of place. Three feet behind her and just to her right, Jason followed, his head on a swivel. The armed and armored pair drew more than a few suspicious glances in their direction from the Asari when they reached the main market, but most looked away when they recognized humanity’s newest Spectre.
“Leo, you have anything?” Chase asked, looking for Percy in the crowd.
“Not yet, Commander, but I’ll tell you the second I get anything.” He said, and Commander Chase switched channels.
“Jackson, where the hell did you run off to?” She asked, and when she didn’t receive anything in response for a long few seconds, she looked back, unamused, at Jason, who shrugged.
“Jackson? You better have your omni tool synced to the right channel.” Chase said, and after a few seconds, she heard a crackle through the channel, and Percy’s deep laugh filled her ear, though something seemed off about it.
“Don’t worry, Commander, I heard you the first time. I was trying to maintain a cover.” He said, quietly, making the Commander strain to hear it. Chase shot a look to Jason.
“Why were you maintaining a cover? Are you in danger?” She asked, and they didn’t hear anything in response for a few seconds before Percy laughed again, clearly forcing it.
“Wetworks team. South side of the market. They’re past me now, but I bet we can guess who they’re here for.” He said, not as quietly. Annabeth looked at Jason, who nodded, and the two of them started sliding through the crowds.
“We’re on our way, Jackson. Don’t do anything stupid.” Chase said, and Percy laughed, this time genuinely.
“Me, do something stupid? I would never.” He said, and his line crackled as he turned off his comlink.
“Leo, can you give me a hard location on the wetworks team?” Commander Chase asked, still making her way through the market. It took a second, but Leo’s voice crackled to life in her ear.
“Without their omni tool signatures? Not possible, Commander. I’m sorry.” He said, and Chase cursed under her breath.
“No worries, Leo. Just keep me updated on M’Clean’s position.” She cut the link out as they left the market through the south entrance. She saw Percy’s black armor down the street, and a group of around twelve plain-clothed humans past him, who looked around before all but one ducked into a building.
“Jason, rooftop across the street. Percy, wait for me.” Chase ordered, before slowly disappearing as her tactical cloak took effect and she slowly walked down the street, weaving through the people on the street. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jason duck into an alleyway, and Percy, down the street, post up near the building, his gaze locked on the guard outside, one hand on his shotgun, and the other idly playing with biotic energy.
“Leo, any updates?” Chase asked.
“I managed to commandeer some satellites, Commander. That building has two entrances. The one you guys are at, and one on the other side of the building, which has someone standing outside it as well. I also managed to locate M’Clean’s omnitool signal, and it’s showing her on the roof.” The quarian said, and Commander Chase smiled.
“Good job, Leo. Tell us if anything changes.” Chase said, before sprinting towards the guard, drawing a knife from her boot as she did so. When she reached the guard, she threw an arm tight around his throat and dragged him, thrashing and flailing, into a nearby alley before slashing his throat with her knife and tossing the body on the ground before joining Percy at the door of the building, her cloak having deactivated in her brief scuffle with the guard.
“We’re doing this quiet?” Percy asked, and their line crackled open.
“I wouldn’t bet on it. The guys upstairs are moving around, looking worried. I think they know you got their guard.” Jason said, and Annabeth took a few steps back.
“Make some noise, Jackson, maybe we can draw heat off M’Clean.” She said, and Percy smiled ruefully before burying a boot into the door of the building, blasting the sliding door out of it’s frame with a massive bang. Chase followed Percy through the smoking hole where the door once was, biotic energy slowly dissipating into the air as they did so.
“Three floors up, Commander, some of them are coming to you.” Jason said, and she heard glass shattering from somewhere above them. “One down.”
Percy ran up the stairs, spotting the first mercenary just before he reached the landing for the second floor. The mercenary dropped to a shotgun blast, and Percy turned on his heel to see a mass of mercenaries on their way down. Chase, cloaked by his side, dropped one in the back before Percy charged forward, biotic energy exploding out from him as he smashed into the closest merc, slamming them into the merc behind them on the stairs. The first merc dropped to the ground, unconscious, and the second merc tried to get a shot off around his friend, but got a shotgun blast to the chest for his troubles.
Chase dropped another merc with a few shots through his chest, and the other had his chest blown in by Jackson’s shotgun. Chase shot the unconscious marine, before sprinting up the stairs after her vanguard, careful not to slip on the blood. They only had one more merc to deal with before they reached the roof, and he died before he even spotted Percy, courtesy of Chase’s tactical cloak. They reached the top of the stairwell, and found the door blocked from the other side. With a nod from the Commander, who quickly braced herself, Percy took a few steps back, before charging forward, biotic energy throwing the door, a fair bit of the wall around it, and the rubble that was blocking it, flying through the air.
They found Piper tied up and gagged behind the mercenaries, who were trying and failing to hit Jason across the street, who had already dropped four of the mercenaries. When Percy burst through, however, they turned to deal with him as Chase, once again cloaked, ran to flank them, passing Piper who looked to be shaking off a sedative. Commander Chase got into cover and started firing on the mercenaries, relieving some pressure off Percy, who quickly hopped back into the relative safety of the stairwell to recover while Jason and Commander Chase picked off the mercenaries slowly.
When Percy looked out from cover, he saw Piper break the zip ties around her wrists with a burst of biotic energy before getting to her feet, albeit a bit unsurely. He had to duck back into cover when a hail of bullets filled the air where his head was, but when he managed to look back, Piper had created a singularity above the remaining mercenaries, and he shot forward, his charge taking him into the middle of the mercenaries, and then slamming down onto the roof, barrier exploding outward in a nova that launched the mercenaries every which way before they fell limply down onto the roof. When he fell to the ground, he stumbled, trying to regain his bearings, but Commander Chase was there to steady him with a hand on his arm.
“Thanks, Commander.” Percy said, and she nodded as the Asari approached them, tilting her head thoughtfully at Percy.
“Thank you for the rescue.” Piper glanced momentarily at Commander Chase before looking back at Percy, and seemed to add, almost as an afterthought, “The both of you.”
“You’re welcome.” Chase said, scanning the Asari, noting the light armor, primarily black, accented with blue, that clung to her like a second skin, but for her overcoat of sorts, which hung a bit past her waist.
“Jason, head back to the Normandy. Jackson and I can take it from here.” Commander chase said, into her earpiece, turning it off when she heard Jason’s assent from the other end.
“The Commander I’ve already heard of, but who are you, soldier?” Piper asked, turning herself to completely face the Lieutenant, and it’s the first time that Annabeth notices the asari had small golden rings encircling the outermost layer of crests on her head, the light of Illium’s sun glinting off the metal.
“Lieutenant Percy Jackson.” Percy managed to look almost bored with the whole thing.
“You’re a very powerful biotic, Percy.” Piper said, leaning a bit closer to him, and he blinked a few times, unfazed.
“What is it you do, exactly, ma’am?” He inquired, and Piper straightened up, her lip in a pout.
“All business no play makes Percy a dull boy.” She commented, glancing at Annabeth, who had crossed her arms, and looked unimpressed. Piper looked between the two and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
“I’ve studied and done many things, but most recently I was an intelligence officer for the military.” She answered.
“And now?” Commander Chase asked, and Piper sighed.
“And now, I suspect, you hope that I’ll be something of an intelligence goldmine for you and your boy toy here.” Piper answered, not missing the way Percy blushed minutely.
“Well, here’s hoping.” Annabeth replied, and Piper smiled, looping her arm with the Commander’s and leading her towards the stairwell.
“Then there is little time to waste.” The asari said, as she led the Commander down the stairs, leaving Percy to have to jog to catch up. When the trio reached the bottom of the stairs, they found that the street had been mostly deserted, and Percy felt something sink in the pit of his stomach.
“Trap.” He blurted out, looking both ways. Annabeth raised an eyebrow at him, but Piper nodded.
“This street is literally never this deserted.” The asari said, eyes widening as she looked skyward. Annabeth followed her gaze and quickly dove back into the building, dragging Piper with her as they dove for cover. Percy had dove in with them, and was on the opposite side of the doorway as several explosions rocked the building and the street around them. A particularly bad explosion rocked the street, and knocked Annabeth off her feet. The commander hit the ground, hard, blacking out for a few seconds, and curling into a ball, her hands covering her head when she came to. When the ground stopped shaking, Annabeth was left with a ringing in her ears that persisted for several seconds as she slowly sat up and looked around, noticing the blue shimmering dome that had formed around her.
Piper was crouched, her face twisted in concentration as she struggled to retain the barrier that was holding the rubble off of her and the Commander. A quick glance around revealed to the Commander that Percy was not in the bubble with them, but she heard rubble moving around them outside the bubble.
“You think your boyfriend could hurry up and dig us out? This is starting to get really heavy.” The asari said, through gritted teeth, and Commander Chase tapped at her omni tool a few times, trying to get a clear signal, and failing each time.
“It sounds like he’s more worried with digging himself out first. And he’s not my boyfriend.” Annabeth said, dryly, hearing more rubble move around and then a loud bang, the sounds distorted slightly by the barrier.
“Yeah, well, he could still stand to hurry the hell up.” Piper said, but Annabeth didn’t say anything, instead trying to keep her thoughts from spinning out of control and spiraling into unlikely worst case scenarios. They were stuck there in relative silence for some time, the two of them making some idle small talk every so often before something above them audibly shifted, and Piper felt a weight leave her barrier.
“Someone’s getting close to us.” Piper said, and Commander Chase nodded, drawing her pistol, doing her best to ignore the way the barrel swayed as her vision swam. The largest piece of rubble above them moved, she saw a krogan and a human, and fired reflexively, the bullet winging off of Wrex’s armor. He and Percy moved another piece of rubble, creating a hole large enough to pull Annabeth up through, and Wrex took her while Percy yanked Piper out of the rubble before her barrier failed.
“She hit her head.” Piper said, before passing out, and Percy looked at Wrex, who started lumbering off towards the docks, the jostling from his jogging doing a good job of keeping Annabeth awake. Percy, leaned down with a huff and picked up Piper and started walking back to the Normandy, as skycars flew down, and asari started jumping out. The sizzle and hum of asari biotics filled the air as the rescue crews started piling up the rubble from the street, searching for survivors.
When Piper woke up, she opened her eyes to see a clinically white ceiling, with too bright lights shining down into her face. She slowly sat up, noticing first how a pull at her elbow from the needle stuck there, feeding clear liquid into her veins from the bag that was hanging behind her. The pounding headache was the second thing she noticed, and she screwed her eyes shut as she winced. When the pain abated, Piper looked around, noticing first how someone had stripped her of her armor and dressed her in too large black sweatpants and a tank top with picture of Blasto that hung off of her like a dress though it seem she had been left with her boots.
“Percy, unfortunately, was the only one whose clothes the crew could get that wouldn’t be too tight. I hope you can excuse his horrendous movie taste.” Annabeth said, from across the med bay, where she was lying in bed, still in her armor, her legs crossed at the ankles, scrolling through something on her tablet.
“I actually quite like Blasto.” The asari responded, and Annabeth looked at her over the tablet in her hands, trying to figure out if she was being genuine or not.
“Miss M’Clean, lovely, you’re awake.” Will said, as he walked in, leaving a bowl of food at his workstation before sanitizing his hands and walking over to the asari.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, as he ran a scan on her with his omni tool.
“I’m doing very well, Doctor. Thank you for taking care of me.” She answered, getting a smile from Will that disappeared when he turned to look at the Commander across the bed from her.
“I’m just doing my job, but I always enjoy when my work is actually appreciated.” He said, and Annabeth looked up, saw him staring at her while Piper tried to restrain a laugh.
“Thank you, Will, for telling me that I need to be careful for a few days while I recover from my concussion. I never would have figured that out myself.” Annabeth deadpanned, and the doctor frowned at her.
“Sarcasm is unbecoming of you, ma’am.” He said, turning back around to read his omni tool.
“In my defense, I am concussed.” The commander replied, and the medbay went quiet for a little bit before Annabeth hit a button on her tablet, causing the audio from the news report she was watching to play through the speaker of the tablet.
“-shows two individuals, since identified as Lieutenant Percy Jackson of the Earth Systems Alliance, and Krogan Mercenary Urdnot Wrex, digging through the rubble to try to help survivors. Their presence has so far been unexplained, but-” Annabeth cursed under her breath as she quickly turned off the speaker.
“You just need food and rest, Miss M’Clean. Try not to use your biotics for the next few days, it could cause more fainting spells if you did, and brain damage if you overexert yourself again.” Will removed her IV before walking to his desk with a last smile to the asari. Piper nodded as the doctor walked away, and Annabeth jumped off her bed to help the asari to her feet. Piper was wobbly for a few seconds before she regained her bearings, and the two of them started walking towards the door.
“I have some clothes in my cabin that should be about the right size. You can take them while you’re on the ship. At least, until you get your own.” Annabeth said, leading the asari to the elevator, glancing to the right to look into the kitchen area, where Jason, Percy, Wrex, and Leo were talking in one group, their cook Travis, not far away as he prepared some food. Closer to the elevator, at the main dining table, Commander Chase saw Zoe sitting and eating with several of the Alliance personnel on the ship.
“Why isn’t your boy toy with the rest of the humans?” Piper asked, innocently, and Annabeth turned her head to glare at the asari as they walked past the kitchen. Percy’s gaze followed them momentarily before he turned back to focus on his conversation with Travis.
“First, not my boy toy. Not even close.” Annabeth said, opening the door to her cabin, and motioning Piper in first. “Second, I’m not sure, you’ll have to ask him.”
“So it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s a biotic, or friends with your alien crew members?” Piper asked, far too innocently for it to be genuine, and Annabeth looked at her.
“If you’re fishing for information, I can’t give it to you. You’ll have to ask him.” Annabeth said, stopping dead when she realized there was a small package on her bed with a card taped to the top of it. Her eyes went wide and she turned and ran out the door, leaving a baffled Piper behind. She quickly turned on a dime right out the door, her footsteps causing Travis to turn to look at her, confused.
“Was she here?” Commander Chase asked, a wide smile on her face that faltered momentarily when Travis looked at her, confused.
“What do you mean?” He asked, and her smile fell.
“There’s a package on my bed, she said- I thought- She really wasn’t here at all?” She asked, Travis’s expression cleared, and he shook his head sadly. Immediately, Annabeth’s face was an emotional mask once again, and she nodded, turning on her heel and walking back into her room. When she was back in her room, she sighed heavily, walking past a deeply confused Piper to her bed, where she opened the card and read it. After a few seconds Piper watched the commander delicately fold the card and put it back in it’s envelope, placing the envelope back on top of the package. Finally, with another sigh, she gathered herself and turned to Piper, who was watching her, looking morose.
“Clothes are in the closet and the drawers next to it. I’m going to get out of my armor and shower. Are you going to want to shower after me?” Annabeth asked. Piper shook her head, and Annabeth turned towards the bathroom. When she heard Annabeth’s armor hit the ground, the asari glanced momentarily at the envelope, before deciding better, and turning to the closet. Piper pulled on a pair of Annabeth’s fatigue pants, which she had to roll up at the ankles before tucking into her boots, and a normal black t shirt that was just slightly too big for her.
When Annabeth walked out of the shower, Piper sat down at the commander’s desk, and started working on something on her omni tool until Annabeth called her name, causing the asari to swivel the chair around to see the commander. Annabeth now wore the same fatigue pants that Piper did, though they clearly fit her much better, that were tucked into boots. She also wore a black t shirt, but she wore a sweatshirt over it. Primarily black, it had the white and red N7 emblem on the right side of her chest, and the same red and white stripes down her right arm as her armor.
“That’s a nice sweatshirt.” Piper said, and Annabeth smiled sadly.
“A custom order my friend had sent to me.” The commander clarified.
“Close friend?” Piper asked quietly. Commander Chase nodded.
“Best friend.” She replied, and Piper hummed sadly.
“A shame she couldn’t deliver it herself.” Piper prodded gently.
“Yeah.” Chase said, looking sadly at the ground.
“How would you feel about a new hairdo?” Piper blurted, and Annabeth tilted her head in thought before smiling.
Percy was standing at the island, watching Travis cook a dextro meal for Jason and Leo, idly chatting with Wrex, when he got beaned in the side of his head with a mass of clothes that obscured his vision for a few seconds. While Wrex laughed, Percy snatched the clothes out of the air as they started to fall to see Piper, hip cocked, and her lips in a smirk that only grew when Percy glared at her.
“Commander Chase wants everyone in the comm room upstairs for a debrief in fifteen minutes.” The asari said, looking pointedly at Wrex, Leo, and Jason when her eyes left Percy’s.
“And Jackson, I like the tank top. Always fun to meet another Blasto fan.” She said, before walking away, leaving Percy to turn back around to the table, where all the other men were dead silent.
“She’s very strange for an asari.” Wrex rumbled, and Percy laughed, kicking off chuckles from Jason, a strange distorted chortling from Leo, and a deep rumbling laugh from the krogan while Travis rolled his eyes and got back to cooking.
When Percy made his way up to the comm room, the first thing he noticed were the chairs, three on either side of the circle, and Piper already sitting down in the chair farthest from the entrance on the left. He made his way to the chair on the right in the same position, and slumped into it. After a few moments of silence in the room, Percy raked his hand through his hair, looking around for something to do, his foot bouncing on the ground.
“Do you ever sit still?” Piper asked, looking up from her omni tool.
“No.” Percy replied quickly, his foot slowing minutely.
“Why weren’t you sitting with the other Alliance marines?” She asked, and Percy shot her a look that had her putting her hands up in mock surrender. Silence fell back over the room except for the light tapping that came from Percy’s foot. A minute or so passed and the door to the comm room slid open, letting in first Jason, then Wrex and Leo, and, noticeably distancing herself from the aliens, Zoe. Percy stood up and started talking to the aliens that walked over to join him, while Zoe stayed standing on the walkway, leaning on the railing.
“Saw you and Wrex made the news.” Leo said, showing the picture to Percy when the vanguard quirked an eyebrow at the quarian.
“Not a bad picture.” Percy commented, studying it briefly. The picture in question showed him and Wrex struggling to move a particularly large piece of rubble off of the mountain on top of Piper and Annabeth.
“Do you know who attacked us?” Piper asked, and Percy looked over his shoulder at her.
“I’m pretty sure there’s only one person that wants you, me, and the commander dead. Our venn diagrams of enemies have basically no overlap.” He responded, and Piper opened her mouth to respond, but closed it when Chase walked in. Everybody but Piper turned to look except for Piper, who smiled and took a picture of the commander on her omni tool. The left side of Commander Chase’s head had been shaved in an undercut, her hair had been removed from it’s typical ponytail and had been swiped over to the right side of her head, hanging down past her chin.
“Nice jacket, Commander.” Percy commented, and Piper threw her hands up in disbelief behind his back, rolling her eyes. Annabeth, meanwhile, smiled.
“Thank you, Jackson. It was a gift.” She replied, walking into the center of the comm room while everyone took seats around the circle, except for Wrex, who grumbled about small chairs and remained standing, behind the chair in between Piper and Zoe.
“Alright. Now that we’re all here, Piper, if you could explain for us why Luke might be coming after you.” Annabeth turned to the Asari.
“Outside of the obvious fact that I’m Benezia’s daughter?” She asked, and Annabeth nodded.
“Well, if Chase’s vision on Eden Prime was what you say it was, it’s because many years ago, when I was still attending university, I did extensive research into the Prothean extinction, as my doctoral thesis was on the subject.” Piper explained, and Percy shot her a strange look.
“You have a doctorate?” He asked, genuine surprise lacing his voice.
“PhD. In Prothean archaeology.” Noticing the strange looks from the crew members around the room, including the commander, she crossed her arms in a huff. “I was going through a rebellious phase in college.”
“Do you know anything about a Conduit?” Annabeth asked, and Piper took a few seconds to think before shaking her head.
“Not really. I found a few mentions that only said it’s Prothean. It came up several times in my research, but nothing I found gave a description, or a location. Although, I didn’t do too much research into it.” Piper explained.
“But it definitely exists.” Annabeth stated, and Piper nodded.
“Okay. Then we make for Noveria.” Annabeth decided, earning strange looks from her crew members.
“Why Noveria?” Zoe asked.
“Geth activity. Got an message from the Council telling me they wanted it investigated. Noveria’s not keen on the Council, or really any type of established authority outside their own, so Zoe and Jason, you’ll have to stay behind. Jackson, Wrex, Piper and Leo, I want you all prepped and ready to go.” Annabeth asked, getting a begrudging nod from Jason, and an indignant scoff from Zoe.
“Really? You’re leaving me but taking Jackson? He’s Alliance same as me.” She protested.
“Sure, but where you scream Alliance even out of uniform, Jackson’s covered in tattoos, including a pretty obvious gang mark. He can dress down, right?” Piper asked, looking at Percy, who nodded, his eyes watching her suspiciously.
“Easily. Not the first time I’ve gone incog for a mission.” He remarked, and Piper gestured towards him, looking at Zoe, who grumbled something under her breath.
“Wanna say that loud enough for me to hear?” Percy asked, his voice challenging.
“I said ‘I’m surprised you know the word incognito.’” Zoe bit back, and Percy shot to his feet.
“You got a problem with me, Nightshade?” He asked, and she stood up as well, opening her mouth to reply before Annabeth stepped in between them.
“That’s enough. Both of you calm down. All of you are dismissed, but if I hear about you two fighting, I’ll court martial the both of you.” Annabeth said, looking between Zoe and Percy, waiting for both to nod before she stepped back, and the crew members, sans Piper, streamed out.
“I like him more and more every minute.” Piper said, and Annabeth turned a deadpan gaze on the Asari.
“What? I’m not allowed to admire a fine specimen like that?” Annabeth didn’t say anything.
“Fine, he’s not really my type anyway. Seems too wild and uncontrollable. I think we’re too similar, you know?” Piper said, and Annabeth continued to just stare at the asari.
“Alright, Commander. I can take a hint. I’ll talk to you later.” Piper said, walking out of the comm room to the elevator and taking it down to the cargo bay. The large six wheeled Mako filled the majority of the space, with Jason standing next to it at a terminal, typing away. On top of the Mako, Piper saw Percy and Leo squatting on top of the Mako around the turret.
“What about now?” Percy asked, and Jason hit a few buttons, making the turret twitch, but ultimately not much else.
“Nothing. It’s got to be on your end. We had the same issue when I ran the tests from inside the Mako.” Jason said, and Percy rubbed the back of his head in thought.
“Piece of shit. Why the hell do we still use these rolling piles of garbage? They’re deathtraps anyway.” Percy mused to himself as he walked over to Leo, who was in the process of exposing all the wiring he could find in the exterior of the turret.
“What’s going on, boys?” Piper asked, walking up next to Jason, who spared a quick glance at her before returning to typing at the terminal.
“Look under the base of the barrel, there might be bad wires in the hinge.” He said, and Leo was quick to scramble under the turret.
“Alliance delivered the Mako while you and Chase were out, but since it’s the Alliance, and the Mako is the worst vehicle ever devised by man, the turret is malfunctioning.” Percy said, and Piper looked concerned.
“In what way?” She asked, and Percy shrugged his shoulders.
“Seems to change every time we run diagnostics. Knowing the Alliance, there’s several things wrong, and we’ll be up here for days just figuring out what’s wrong, nevermind figuring out how to fix it.” He said, quickly turning around when Leo shouted for his help, the biotic carefully lifting the barrel so Leo could pry some armored panels off at the hinge.
“What do you think is the problem?” Piper asked, looking at Jason, who shot her a look out of the corner of his eye.
“I think the problem is that the Alliance brass doesn’t want our Commander to succeed and further tarnish the reputation of a man who was, for a long time, the poster child of humanity.” Jason said, making Piper frown.
“That is deeply cynical.” She replied, but got a derisive laugh from the top of the Mako.
“It would track! Admiral Hackett’s the only Admiral I trust to do the right thing, but he’s way outnumbered. The brass has a long history of covering up issues, ignoring glaring problems, and making decisions that are morally ambiguous at best. Just look at Torfan.” Percy yelled down, and Piper looked inquisitively at Jason, who shrugged his shoulders.
“What happened on Torfan?” Piper asked, and they heard Percy slowly lower the turret and walk to the edge before dropping to sit on the edge, his feet dangling in the air while he looked down at the two aliens, one of whom was doing a bad job of feigning disinterest.
“Really? Nothing? I thought you were an intelligence officer.” He said, wiping some sweat from his brow.
“I worked mostly in salarian space. Unless Torfan was a battle between humanity and the salarians, I probably wouldn’t have heard of it.” Piper said, and Jason hit a few more buttons, making the turret jiggle, eliciting a scream and a stream of high pitched curses from Leo as he scrambled out from under the turret.
“Torfan was humanity’s retaliation for the Skyllian Blitz. You know, the one Chase got her Star of Terra from?” Percy looked at the two aliens, smiling slightly when he noticed Jason had stopped typing at the monitor, and was watching Percy out of the corner of his eye.
“Well, the brass decided that proportional response required the mustering of several full marine divisions, and sending us to the small moon of Torfan, which was largely populated by batarian slavers and other assorted criminals, in strongholds deep underground. The batarians didn’t expect an assault, and Torfan was a brutal attack, where criminals and surrendered prisoners were killed by the thousands, all because the Alliance brass ordered it.” Percy said, and it was the first time that Piper noticed how deadly quiet the cargo bay had become. Even the engineers in the engine room were stock still at their stations, just barely able to hear what Percy was saying.
“See, a lot of COs landed on Torfan, and did fine until the brass ordered prisoners killed. They didn’t know what to do then. Do they follow orders, or do they follow their own judgement? The brass would never steer us wrong, right? They would never willingly let their soldiers commit atrocities in the name of furthering an agenda, right? Too many COs had lost too many good men in the push, and when there was no hostile batarian left, no armed batarian shooting at them, they willingly turned their anger and rage towards the batarian prisoners when they got their orders. A proportional military response to an attack on a human colony. That’s how it was justified to the civilians.
“A slaughter. That’s what Torfan really was. Plain and simple. And when I refused to let my CO give the order to kill our prisoners, my company was almost court martialed. As it was, I got booted from the division, put on leave, and sent to talk to a shrink, some nonsense about the battlefield stress getting to me. All because I wouldn’t pull the trigger on unarmed prisoners. Prisoners who had families, who had nothing to do with the Blitz, and who had willingly surrendered themselves to our mercy. So, yeah, I believe that the brass would want us to fail.” Percy said, before hopping down from the Mako.
“Sorry, guys, I just remembered I have something else I need to do.” Percy walked off, with a wave over his shoulder. Piper went to follow him, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder from Jason, who pointed towards the corner of the cargo bay, where a camera had a blinking red light next to the lens.
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