#they also said they're not sure if they could come with me to vegas for my birthday this nov

[mxnd-infxction]

my mom said we can drive down to stone mountain for a day to go hiking (other than the laser show not much else to do i can think of)

i asked V if they'd be down to meet up there when i *do* go down there and they said yes ... time to st4rv3 <3333

#they also said they're not sure if they could come with me to vegas for my birthday this nov #like i understand it and i respect their career decisions but its gonna lowkey suck shit having to go with my mom #like yea im gay but thunder from down under is a lil overrated imho #there's a few guys who'd be my type tho js #plus i dont wanna go with her anyways cuz she's been pissing me off for a month now with the moving bit #anyways #pro for me not for thee #ed behaviour tw #tw ed diet #ed bullshit #@nor3×14 #4n0r3xia #tw disordered eating #4norexi4 #tw ana diary #a4a diary

[reiderwriter]

You'd Be Like Heaven To Touch♣️

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Female Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: After a whirlwind weekend, you're finally ready to go home and deal with the mess you created in Vegas. But you just cannot get your new Husband out of your head.

Warnings: Oral sex (F receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, no mention of birth control, and you're going to hate me by the end of this sex scene bye

A/N: They're officially out of Vegas! I'm so excited to share the next few parts with you guys, and we finally got our first taste of smut!! Also, the Reid in the gif is the exact one I'm picturing in this scene so yeah 🤡 smirk and all 😏

Here's the series masterlist, and my general masterlist!~

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The race back to the hotel was easy compared to the ensuing rush to pack up an entire hotel room's worth of mess in the time between their arrival and their check-out time. Sure, they’d had to pack light as travelling FBI agents, but with the added mess you’d created in Spencer’s room, and the additional luggage of their marriage licence, the packing was needlessly more frantic than usual. 

When you finally did make it down to the lobby, you froze up a little, realising that you were the final one to exit your room. You watched as seven pairs of eyes shifted to you as soon as the elevator door opened, hauling your go-bag further up your arm from where it was slipping down. You thanked your past self for having the foresight to put some makeup into the bag, having used up a copious amount of your concealer to cover up any evidence of your night with Reid. You still kept a small distance from the others, just in case.

“Sorry, were you all waiting for me?” you smiled at them as you got closer, hoping that they’d not ask questions at what had taken you so long. Your eyes caught Reid’s and you could see that he was looking down at your neck. 

After an entire day morning and night in your company, you knew he’d seen the results of his handiwork. You wondered if the look that raked over you now was that of the dominant Reid from the night before, who you presumed marked you in such prominent places so people would know you were his, or that of the concerned team mate, who didn’t want to be caught and questioned by the others. You tried to shake both images from your head, not sure which would please you more. 

“It’s okay, you’re not late, the cars are being bought around now and the jet leaves in 30,” Hotch greeted you when you finally got close enough. 

“Late night, mama?” Morgan laughed at you as soon as he turned to you. “How did all that drinking last night go for you?” 

You were so wrapped up in Reid and what he may or may not be thinking that you had to pull yourself back to reality for a second to realise that Morgan had been talking to you. 

“What? Oh yeah, I guess. I don’t think I drank too much, but I did sleep like a baby, so who knows.” You laughed a little to punctuate the point, and then watched Morgan’s reaction closely. You were still looking for the two “agents” who had been witness to your marriage, after all. 

“Ooh, you didn’t sample the local goods last night then? I’ve heard that Downtown Las Vegas is the best place to meet single men, and you were just complaining that you hadn’t been out in a while,” Penelope said from beside the man. 

“No, no, the place Reid took me to was more library than bar, and as far from Downtown as you could get, so it was a nice and easy night for me.” 

“And if the local men are anything like our resident Las Vegan,” Emily jumped in, looking at Reid. “Then I’m sure they’re not really what Y/N is looking for.” She laughed and they all start making their way out of the lobby. 

You try to avoid meeting Reid’s eyes after that last comment, sure that you wouldn’t be able to stop the grimace of apology from coming to your lips. But you couldn’t help yourself, and you forced your eyes up into a small peak at his face, only to see his downturned eyes and the small smirk that was crossing his lips. 

You hung back for a second, needing to clue this out, and nudged him with your elbow. 

“What’s that look for?” you whisper at him in a harsh tone, hoping that no one was watching the two of you. 

“It’s nothing.” He says, but the smile stays on his lips. You give him another look, silently communicating that you’re not taking that first answer and he nods a little as he walks beside you. 

“If they could see the marks on your neck, they wouldn’t be thinking that I’m not what you’re looking for, right?” You could feel the heat in your cheeks, and you playfully whacked him in the arm a bit, before pushing through the doors of the hotel and feeling the sun on your cheeks once again. 

You watched him climb into the car you took earlier and stop yourself from following him. You were going to need some time to think about how you should take that last comment, and a half an hour drive outside of his presence would probably do you good. Climbing up into the other SUV, you take a deep breath, feeling all the restlessness of the night before creep up on you.

–X–

You don’t know where you are, but you know that you’re burning up under his touch. His lips are on your skin, working their way down from your neck to the valley between your breasts and all you can hear is the sound of your own lustful moans as his hands trail further still. 

You don’t know who it is on top of you, but you know that you’re dying for him to be there, to push his tongue into your mouth and make you submit to his will. His fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties and roughly pull them down, opening you up to him. You feel his lips ghost down further still, until he’s there between your legs. 

“Is this where you wanted me, baby? So desperate to have me, my little slut.” His words send another shiver down your spine as you roll your hips up into his face again. 

He lets out a small chuckle and gives you what you want, finally lowering his tongue again and letting it meet your desperate cunt. He sets his attention on your clit, and your eyes roll back in bliss, not caring who it is between your legs giving you this much pleasure, just desperate for them to keep going. 

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” you beg, fisting a handful of your mystery man’s hair. It’s soft to the touch, a little curly at the ends and it feels familiar, but you’re unable to think about it for more than a second before he’s pushing a finger into you. 

“That’s it baby. Look at you, so fucking tight around my finger. You want me to push my cock into you, you’re going to have to relax for me baby, okay?” You still don’t know who it is, but you nod for him, knowing you want nothing except everything he’s telling you that you want. 

He’s thrusting his fingers into you at a relentless pace now, adding one digit every few thrusts, until he’s up to three. His face is still buried in your pussy, tongue still flicking against your clit, his other hand pushing you down by the hips as he forces you closer and closer to the edge. 

His hand drops down to your thigh, pushing your legs further apart, and it stays there feeling overly warm, almost burning you up from just that simple touch. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, going to take my cock now?” You whimper and nod your head as fervently as you can, begging him with your eyes to push into you. He finally pulls his head up to your own, and you’re finally face-to-face with your mystery man. 

“So wet for me, right baby? So wet for your husband?” Spencer questions you as he pushes into your wet, dripping hole, and you’re so surprised that all you can do in response is moan. 

With each thrust, he drops a moan into your ears, and you feel your climax building quickly. 

“Ah fuck yes, Y/N,” you claw at his back, desperate to pull him closer. 

“Spencer, don’t stop, fuck.” Your name begins dropping from his lips like a prayer as his thrusts get sloppier, wetter, deeper. 

“Y/N… Y/N……… Y/N….” 

–X– 

“Y/N, are you finally awake? We’ve been calling your name for a minute now.” Your eyes snap open and you come face to face with Emily and JJ from the seats opposite you on the jet. 

“We thought you might be having a nightmare. Want to talk about it?” JJ asks, her voice in a hushed tone as a look of sympathy crosses over her face. 

Whatever that was, it certainly was not a nightmare. But the scenario you were in now certainly was. 

“What? Oh, yeah. I don’t know, maybe it was a nightmare.” You desperately hope you sound convincing enough for them to drop the subject. The last time you’d mentioned a lack of sleep, half of the team had approached you with different home remedies and tips for getting your full 8 hours. The last thing you needed right now was the constant reminder that you’d just had a sex dream about Spencer Reid on the jet whilst surrounded by all your close friends and colleagues. 

Including the man himself, you realised, as you stretched your neck out from its awkward sleep position, and caught the sight of him there next to you. Your car had reached the jet first earlier that day, and it had taken all of two minutes after boarding before you’d been claimed by sleep, so you hadn’t realised he’d positioned himself next to you. 

A quick glance down had told you he’d done more than that. Wrapped around your legs, and so big that it stretched over his too, was a large blanket, the one that he usually used on your longer trips home. He was asleep in the seat next to you, you noticed after an embarrassing amount of time, head resting in one of his hands, lips slightly open, looking the image of tranquillity. 

His other hand was beneath the blanket, somewhere you couldn’t see, but as you shifted slightly in your chair trying to get comfortable again, you realised it was definitely somewhere you could feel. His hand had somehow fallen into your lap, and he had a firm but sleepy grip on your left thigh, the one closest to him. Now that you had moved, so did his hand, rubbing gentle strokes into your skin every few minutes. Slow enough that you were sure he was still asleep, but still enough to have am effect.

His hand was hot against your leg, and his touch burned. You remembered the sensation from your dream and immediately did your best to temper your facial expressions, not wanting to gather any more concern from the two women opposite you at the table than you already had. 

“Y/N? If you want to talk about it, we’re always here you know? This job can be overwhelming at the best of times, and we just worked a hard case. No one would blame you for needing to take some time for yourself.” Emily looked at you in concern now, and it was taking all of your will to keep your eyes on her, and nod at the appropriate time, your brain short-circuiting now that you realised Reid was so close. 

Where did this sudden infatuation with him come from? You’d always appreciated that he was a good looking guy, but you’d never thought about him so thoroughly before, and certainly not enough to lose yourself on the jet to inappropriate thoughts. 

It was the insanity of the weekend, you told yourself, it had to be. You’d learnt more about him and accidentally, possibly, maybe slept together, and now your body was just getting it out of your system. Either that or you’d just learnt too much about his preferences and your brain was just trying to come to terms with each revelation. 

You settled back into comfortable conversation with Emily and JJ, trying your best to convince yourself that your dream had meant nothing, blocking out any noise in your head that was suggesting otherwise. 

Especially the little thought at the back of your brain that was reminding you that you hadn’t removed his hand from your thigh, and that you really didn’t want to. 

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[iveneverdoneanythingwrong]

This line. This one line for me colored all the rest of Porsche's journey in this show. This one line really grabbed me and percolated in the background of my mind throughout the rest of the series, because, seriously?? Who says that to their kid? Why make it obvious that you have a favorite child? Porsche was 10 when the "accident" happened so not only did his mother say this to her child, she said this to her prepubescent sponge of a child who will internalize just about everything.

As the rest of the series goes on, this is the line that made me think that Porsche and Chay are actually half brothers (or at least everyone but them thinks they are, including Nampheung). Bear with me here:

For context, this line came right after Kinn asked about Porsche's tattoo, and Porsche says that his mom liked phoenixes and that she talked about them all the time.

This context adds an element of rebirth to her directive not to "die" until Chay has graduated. Before the "accident" Chay was much too young to take in anything from such talk, so the phoenix imagery was directed solely at Porsche. So what "death" and "rebirth" was Mom expecting for her eldest?

The easiest explanation for this is that (only?) Porsche's (assumed?) father was in the mafia. We only get two real examples of Porsche's relationship with his mom pre-mafia-events and they both revolve around phoenix imagery: the sauna scene, and the memory scene where she tells him to "Grow up and fly with freedom, be strong and immortal like a phoenix."

When she talks to child!Porsche she talks of being strong, being free, of dying and rebirth. She's preparing him for the trial of being hunted/taken by the mafia. She's instilling the yearning for freedom, and the idea that no matter how hard or how bad it gets (death), it won't last forever (rebirth). In telling Porsche not to die until Chay has his degree, she wasn't suggesting that Porsche is worth less to her than Chay. I think what she's asking is that no matter what happens, Porsche should try to make sure that Chay is set up for a good life away from the mafia. Porsche cannot die (be subsumed by the mafia) until Chay finishes his degree (is independent of the mafia). Because no matter what happened to her, the mafia would be coming for Porsche sooner or later. Which they did. And they did only come for Porsche.

Being half brothers would help explain the way the mafia was completely focused on Porsche and only treated Chay as an information source on Porsche/hostage for Porsche's behavior. Korn only mentions Chay as part of the deal for Porsche to work there (ep1) or as a carrot after punishment (ep5). Because he was important to Korn as Porsche's brother, not as Nampheung's son. If Korn's and Gun's obsession with Nampheung was the reason for bringing Porsche in, then they would have done the same with Chay.

(Is it possible for Korn to also already have other plans for Chay? Absolutely. That fucker is a fucker. But once he had Porsche he said that all the pieces were in place. Chay had not been secured as a piece on the board.)

(Also, I don't think Chay's age would be a barrier for Korn/Gun; they're not waiting for him to get older before doing to him what Korn did to Porsche. For one, Macau goes to the same school Chay does. For two, Chay is at least 18 and applying to university. I don't think a year or two will phase the mafia. Especially since Vegas' goons had no problem kidnapping him, twice!)

Porsche was deliberately hunted, kidnapped, and manipulated into the mafia because of who he is. Chay only experienced any of these to the extent he did because of his relationship to Porsche. Nampheung knew that the mafia really had no inherent interest in Chay, and that Chay could be permanently Out of the mafia (except, you know, for him stalking crushing on Kim who is also wrong in thinking you can get out of the mafia).

So if the interest from Korn/Gun in Porsche is not from being Nampheung's son, then why? Why does Korn want Porsche working there and being happy? Why does Gun want Porsche to switch sides and come to Gun for "protection"? Who do they think Porsche is?

In semi-related meta, this also makes me think that Porsche's dream is not so much A Bar on the Beach specifically, but that it represents the freedom to live for himself. He specifies a private beach, where he opens when he wants, closes when he wants, and serves what he wants. Where his actions aren't constrained by other people at all. He took Nampheung's directive to heart and has been living his entire life for Chay. He only had a few more years to go for Chay to get his degree, for Porsche's life to be his own. But then he was kidnapped by the mob to live the rest of his life for them.

#kinnporsche #kpts #kinnporsche meta #kpts meta #my meta #porsche kittisawat #porsche pachara #chay kittisawasd #porchay pachaya #namphueng kittisawat #kprewatch2023 #i've been meaning to write this for over a year #me? procrastinate? noooo

[lu-sn]

Hi Lu 👋 Do you have any thoughts or insights on why Porsche gave Vegas access to Pete during the club scene with Pete?

anon it is quite possible that i have too many thoughts. i need to have my last working braincell taken away from me so i can chill tf out

ok! so let's lay the scene. you're porsche, and you've watched your closest friend at your very intense job come back from being probably-kidnapped and probably-tortured, probably by a man who betrayed you and your boyfriend horribly and tried to kill you not more than two weeks ago, and your friend cannot talk about it at all, and your friend looks like he's been mauled and also like he'll never be happy again

you also kiiiiind-of-sort-of were a really bad friend back, because said friend walked into this situation to help you and then you forgot about him and oops you also told your boyfriend not to worry about him and now look, you've given PTSD to a perfectly good pete and he'll never be the same

so you, porsche, feel extremely guilty.

the interesting thing about all of this is that we know porsche is a compassionate person. he cares about his friends! it's clearly bothering him that pete is so down! he offers to go fight the people who hurt pete!

and then he puts pete right back into the hands of the lying, cheating man who probably tortured him.

you just... you can't explain this away. no matter how you look at it, it can't be beneficial to pete, given what porsche knows about the situation. arguably if he knew more, he would know even better how vitally important it is to keep pete away.

this is the first real hint we get that porsche is willing to make sacrifices out of the people around him to get what he wants. it's the biggest neon sign so far that the mafia is corrupting him.

but here's why i love it so much — it makes sense. it makes so much sense. porsche has finally understood that he is trapped in some sort of decades-old web woven by korn, and that he cannot trust anyone in the main family to help him figure it out. this is the murder of his parents we're talking about. this is the event that sent his life careening off its path and changed his and his brother's life forever. it is a HUGE deal. porsche deserves to know the truth, and he can tell that the window on that is closing.

is it stupid for him to go to vegas, after everything that happened in ep10? yes. but it's the least stupid option of all, because vegas is the one person who is never on the side of the main family.

so he calls vegas (somehow — don't think too hard about how porsche reached him) and he grits his teeth and he asks for help.

and vegas, mind you, is currently in a hell of his own making. these are quite literally the worst days of his entire life — not that porsche knows that. so of course vegas seizes on the opportunity to ask for the one thing he needs most, which is just to see pete. that's all.

do we think porsche said yes immediately? do we think he hesitated, even for a moment, to think about why vegas wanted to see pete, and what kind of damage that could do to pete? did porsche fear for pete's life at all, especially given that from what he knows of vegas, vegas could be trying to do anything from imprisoning pete again to outright killing him?

but do we think porsche maybe, possibly, connected the dots, though? that he heard vegas asking for pete and thought of pete refusing to talk about vegas and thought "they love each other and they're both hurting"? because that would be a decent reason.

i will be real with you, anon: i don't think he connected the dots. not before he actually sees vegas in person. and maybe there, in the alleyway, he clocks that vegas is emotionally compromised (the way vegas's voice cracks when he asks about pete??? JUST END ME AHHHH). but he still doesn't know anything for sure about pete's feelings. pete hasn't mentioned vegas by name even once.

i want to think he hesitates, when vegas asks over the phone. and then he decides to ignore his hesitation, despite vegas having the worst track record of all time, and tells himself that it'll be ok — that he'll just let vegas see pete once, just a short visit, and he'll stop vegas from doing anything too crazy, and pete will be ok. pete might even need it, he thinks. maybe pete will feel better afterwards.

i don't think he consciously makes the decision to prioritize his needs over pete. i think he's actively remaining in denial about how badly this could go! he's going to go through with it no matter what, and so why would he bother cataloguing all the consequences when they're just going to make him feel worse? instead, he'll make himself feel better by punching vegas, and then telling vegas that vegas better not hurt pete again, and then he'll feel absolved, just a little.

and again, to his credit, i think there's a very good chance he understands how much vegas cares for pete after the alleyway. and maybe that on its own makes it okay that he left vegas alone with pete UNSUPERVISED. but all of his actions up until that point? they're selfish.

pete walked through fire for porsche — and porsche looked pete in the eye, grabbed him by the shoulders, turned him around, and sent him straight back in.

#ofc we are all very grateful to porsche because the vegaspete alleyway breakdown was so important for their relationship #but porsche has NO WAY OF KNOWING THAT #my beloved morally grey protagonist 🥰 #it really shocked me on the first watch tbh #you want to think porsche would be better than this! #but he's not #and it fits #and it's delightfully distressing #sigh once again i cannot shut up. anon i hope u enioyed this ♥️ #kinnporsche #porsche kittisawasd #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #mine: asks #long post

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Brotherhood (2)

Directly following the events of Double Helix, Danny enrolls in Bayville High school and joins the Brotherhood of Mutants. He's not sure if they actually believe he's a ghost and not a mutant, but at least they don't care enough to challenge him on it, and that's good enough for him. This is a direct sequel to Double Helix (linked above), and some parts may be confusing without the context of the original fic. I suggest you read that first.

Written for @crossoverdanuary Week 2024, Day 5: The Owl House X-Men Evolution | Shell

I have seen exactly two episodes of The Owl House, and that was like four years ago or something, so I was not confident in my ability to write a crossover for it. Also, from this chapter on, it's unedited and I'll come back to edit later. I just want to actually finish this fic tonight.

I tried to work in a theme of both Danny and Wanda "coming out of their shell" throughout the fic. You can also read it on AO3.

Chapter 2: Transition

Previous

[Warning for mental institutions]

"You guys got any plans for the long weekend?" Lance asked as he sprawled out on the shabby couch in the board house. "Kitty told me she and some of the X-dorks are going on an educational retreat to the California redwoods. They decided on it yesterday. Can you imagine being able to just up and fly to the other side of the country on a whim."

"And for educational purposes, yuck!" Toad agreed. "If I had my own jet like they do, I'd go to Vegas!"

"If you could afford a jet like they have, you wouldn't have to go to Vegas," Lance said. "You'd already be rich. If I had my own jet, I would use it to go to all the concerts I'd normally miss because they're too far away."

"I don't need a private jet to go wherever I want," Pietro bragged. "If I want to go to a concert, I'll run right in past security and no one will even know."

"And if that concert is in Europe?" Lance asked. "Or Asia? You know, across a massive ocean? Can you run there?"

"Okay, point taken, but why would I wanna go to a snooty European concert anyway?" the speedster scoffed. "What about you, Danny?"

"What do I need a jet for? I can already fly," he said. "Not that I use it for major travel much. Maybe I should. That's what my cousin does. She flies all over the world."

"Hey! We should do something fun this weekend!" Toad declared. "Maybe sneak into a concert, or go somewhere cool! Show those X losers we know how to have a good time while they use their fancy private jet to go learn things."

"Sure, I'm down," Lance agreed.

"Sorry guys, I'm gonna pass this time. I actually do have plans this weekend," Danny said. "I'm gonna fly upstate and visit a friend. I haven't seen her in a few weeks."

"Her?" Pietro repeated with a smirk. "This wouldn't happen to be a girlfriend would it?"

"It's not like that," Danny said. "She's a friend. She's a girl. That's it."

"Uh-huh... sure," Toad said, sounding unconvinced. "You dog."

"Lay off," Danny said, rolling his eyes. "Come on, we gotta get to school. Long weekend's not here yet."

Toad groaned.

"Buck up, we've only got one more day," Lance pointed out.

When the long weekend finally arrived, Danny filled his pockets with all the things he wanted to bring, said good-bye to the Brotherhood, who barely acknowledged him as they argued about what to do that weekend, and took off. He flew north, toward the mental institution. It had been almost three whole weeks since he'd last been there, but he remembered the way.

Honestly, he hadn't expected to go back so soon, and Wanda probably wouldn't be expecting him either, but it wasn't like he was gonna be an inpatient this time. He would turn invisible and pop into Wanda's room to hang out with her. It hadn't even been that long, really, but he missed her.

Thinking about her in that room all alone again, without anyone or anything to distract her, it almost made him regret leaving in the first place. He should have been more considerate. Even though she said she'd be okay, leaving just because he didn't like Xavier was selfish.

When, after almost a full day of flying, he finally caught sight of the building, resentment gripped his chest. He hated this place. If it weren't for Wanda, he wouldn't have even stayed as long as he had. And if it weren't for her, he definitely wouldn't have come back, ever. No matter what.

But he did. He came back. For Wanda.

Sneaking in went just as planned. No one saw him. No one heard him. He was a ghost, after all. The moment he saw Wanda, he realized that he'd missed her even more than he'd thought.

"Knock knock," he said as he appeared in her room.

She jumped in surprise, but when she saw him, she smiled. "You scared me."

"Should I have said 'Boo', instead?" he asked. "I totally should have. Missed opportunity."

She chuckled slightly and shook her head.

"You seem to be doing pretty well, all things considered," he noted.

She was still wearing a straight jacket, but it looked looser, like whoever had put it on her wasn't as worried about her getting out. Her small smile still seemed genuine. Three weeks on her own again hadn't sent her straight back to her darkest place, it seemed.

"Yeah," she agreed. "I've been taking your advice. Whenever I notice myself getting stuck thinking about the bad memory, I try to think of three good ones. It's hard sometimes, but I think the more effort it takes, the better it works, because it keeps me distracted for longer. Yesterday, I remembered reading that book with you. You know the one. I tried to imagine an ending for it where they were both arrested as war criminals instead of having a happy ending. Do you want to hear it?"

"Absolutely," Danny confirmed.

In truth, he hadn't even thought about that trashy romance novel in ages. It was largely forgettable for him, but if it helped Wanda better navigate her emotions then hell yeah he wanted to hear her ideas for an alternate ending.

In her version of the ending, there was a huge trial. The kings of both sides agreed that the Warlock and Sorceress were guilty of crimes against Arvenia, and sentenced them to live the rest of there lives in a deep, dark dungeon where the lovers could only communicate by having rats deliver notes between them.

Then, after years of planning their escape one note at a time, they broke out and took over the world together, killing the kings and terrorizing the people of Arvenia to keep them in line.

"Ooh, plot twist!" Danny said when she got to that part. "I like that you made them the villains in the end. They should have been the villains from the beginning."

"I agree," Wanda said. "It was stupid that the book just gave them another villain to blame for all the bad things they did and fight off, rather than acknowledging their crimes."

"Totally!" Danny emphatically agreed. "Oh, I just remembered! I brought you some stuff."

He reached into his pockets and pulled out all the stuff he'd brought. He pulled out a deck of cards, a book of MadLibs and a pen, a sheet of stickers. He wasn't sure what they would have the most fun with, so he'd just  brought a bunch of random junk. Lastly, he pulled out a necklace, a black choker with an ankh charm.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Your first goth accessory," he said. "I found it in a random box in the attic where I'm staying now."

"No, I mean what's that symbol?" she asked, repositioning herself so Danny could put the necklace on her.

"Oh, it's an ankh. The Egyptian symbol for life, I think."

"Life, huh? Doesn't sound very goth."

"Well, you would be wearing it ironically," he said. "Most of the other gothy stuff I found had crosses, and seeing as your Jewish and all...." He shrugged. "Felt like it would be disrespectful. So, do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it a lot," Wanda said. "You know," her voice became suddenly softer than before, like she was nervous. "Professor Xavier is going to come tomorrow. I think tomorrow might finally be the day he takes me with him."

"You think?" Danny asked, excited for her despite his hatred of the professor.

"Yeah," she confirmed. "I've been doing a lot better lately, and I have a really good feeling about it."

"That's awesome, Wanda!" he told her. "In that case, let's call the necklace a good luck charm. I'm rooting for you. I know you can do it."

"Thanks."

"You know, I also found this totally sweet red leather coat when I was rooting around in the attic," he said. "Ankle-length, flared collar, and it's your favorite color. Once you're ready to give up the straight jacket, I'll bring it to you as a congratulations present. What do you think?"

"I think you're really trying to motivate me."

"What can I say? I miss my friend."

"Then we have a deal," she agreed. Tomorrow is gonna be the day. I just know it."

Danny grinned widely at her. 

For the rest of the day, they mostly played MadLibs. They tried a few card games, too, but with Wanda's hands restrained, the only thing they could really do was collaborative solitaire, and that got old fast. Danny stuck little ghost and bat stickers on all the latches on her straight jacket while he told her about the school he was going to, and the board house. How he'd picked the same city the Xavier Institute was in so he could see her again when she enrolled there.

"They're all mutants at the board house," Danny told her. "I don't know if they actually believe I'm not, but they don't push it. They don't even call me a mutant by mistake. I don't know, maybe it's 'cause they're afraid I'll do something, or maybe it's 'cause they just don't care enough to argue with me, but either way, that's better than I ever got from Xavier."

"I'm glad you found people who accept you," Wanda said. "I hope when I go to the professor's school, I will too."

"Me too," Danny agreed. "And hey, even if you don't find them there, you'll still have me."

She smiled at him. Her smile was always small, burdened, a little sad behind the eyes, but it was honest. Danny liked that about her. She never tried to hide anything.

That night, he crashed in her room. Despite being fully padded, it was not very comfortable, but it was better than trying to fly through the night and ending up sleeping in a tree somewhere. He said 'see ya later' and left early in the morning to make sure he wouldn't be seen when the orderlies came to get her for her meeting with the professor, and promised to meet up with her again soon.

Then, he spent another day flying back to Bayville.

"You're getting back a little late, aren't you?" Lance observed when Danny finally returned to the board house. "Did you get to spend some quality time with your girlfriend?"

"Again, not my girlfriend, but yes, I did," Danny responded. "How was your... whatever you guys decided to do this weekend?"

"Oh, we ended up not being able to decide, so we just ordered pizza and stayed here all weekend," Lance answered. "So that was... that."

"Oh, yeah, those X-Men are gonna be soo jealous of the weekend you had."

"Shut up!"

It wasn't until a couple days later that news reached the Brotherhood of the X-Men's newest member. It came by way of Lance's budding relationship with Kitty.

"Really!? The X-Men have a new member?" Danny repeated excitedly when he heard the news after school.

"That's what Kitty said," Lance confirmed. "Apparently she's not gonna start at Bayville High for another few of days so she can get settled, but yeah. I don't know anything about her, though."

"I'm pretty sure I do!" Danny said. "I gotta go!"

"What?"

Danny didn't bother to explain. He went ghost, made a quick pit-stop in the attic to grab something and then flew straight for the Xavier Institute. He'd never actually been there before, but Tabitha told him where it was a while back. Apparently, she used to be an X-Men trainee before she joined the Brotherhood, and she was still friends with some of them.

Turrets rose up out of the ground the moment he got past the gate. Probably motion-activated. Danny easily avoided getting hit by turning intangible and staying that way until he'd flown straight through the front door. It actually took a while. The grounds were huge.

By the time he got through, there was a group of mutants waiting for him, suited up and ready for a fight.

"Relax, I'm not here to fight," Danny said. He held up the paper bag he'd brought with him. "I'm just bringing a friend a gift."

"Who are you?" demanded a guy with a weird visor. Scott, probably. He seemed like Scott.

"What do you mean who am I?" Danny asked. "You know me!"

"Like, I've never seen you before," Kitty said, crossing her arms. 

How they expected to protect their identities when they didn't even wear masks, Danny had no idea.

"What are you talking about? I—" He stopped himself abruptly. "Oh yeah, my bad," he said, and let the rings of his transformation wash over him, revealing his human form. "Recognize me now?"

Judging by their gasps, the answer was yes, but they didn't stand down.

"What are you doing here?" Jean asked. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with the Xavier Institute."

"I don't wanna join, but it's not like I hate you guys or anything," Danny said. "This just isn't the place for me. And I already told you why I'm here. I'm brought a congratulations present for Wanda. She's your new member, right? Or trainee? Whatever."

"How do you know that?" asked a fuzzy blue mutant that Danny didn't recognize until he started talking. That German accent was unmistakably Kurt.

"Well, when I saw her the other day, she said she felt really confident that she was going to be able to join you guys soon, and then Lance said Kitty said you got a new member, so I figured it must be her."

The others all glared at Kitty.

"What?" she asked. "It's not like it was gonna be a secret for long anyway. We, like, all go to the same school!"

"I wasn't aware you and Wanda were so close," came a familiar voice.

Danny turned to see the professor wheeling in and had to school his face to avoid scowling at him.

"We're friends," he said. "Can I see her or not? And keep in mind if you say no, I'm just gonna find her anyway."

"As long as you haven't come with ill intentions, I see no reason why you shouldn't be allowed to see her," the professor said. "We're all mutants after all, and a sense of community is important."

"I'm not a mutant," Danny muttered, his scowl finally breaking through.

The professor responded with a tight smile. "Jean, why don't you show Danny to Wanda's room."

"Of course, professor," Jean agreed. "It's this way."

She headed up the stairs and Danny followed.

"So do you and Wanda know each other from the institution?" Jean asked. "I mean, sorry, that's probably personal. I hope you don't mind me asking."

"It's fine," Danny said. "Yeah. Security couldn't exactly hold a guy who walks through walls, so I would sneak into her room sometimes and we'd hang out. She always wanted to be able to come here. I could never really understand it, but I'm still proud of her, you know? I may not agree with you guys, but you're good people. For the most part. I'm not quite sold on Scott, yet."

Jean chuckled. "I guess we can't really ask for more than that." She stopped in the hallway and knocked on a door. "Wanda, you in there? You have a visitor."

The door opened seemingly on its own.

"Danny!" Wanda's voice called. "I didn't think you'd be here so soon."

"I came as soon as I heard, and I guess word travels fast," he replied. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, come in," she said.

"I'll leave you to it," Jean said, as she backed away into the hall and closed the door behind her.

"You look good," Danny said.

Her clothes were a bit mismatched, but it was the first time he was seeing her without a straight jacket, and that was a huge improvement. She was also wearing the choker he'd given her. Her hair looked recently washed, and was neatly combed and tucked behind her ears. 

Even the way she held herself was more confident, happier. Not being in that rotten mental institution was already having a positive affect on her, it seemed.

"I brought something that'll make you look even better." He held up the paper bag.

"The coat?" she asked, rushing forward excitedly to take the bag from him.

"I hope it fits," he told her. "It looked about the right size."

She let the bag drop to the floor as he pulled the coat out and smoothly slid it on. It looked like it might be a little wide in the shoulders, but other than that, it fit like a glove.

"It's perfect," she said.

"I also found some earrings that match the necklace," he said. "I slipped 'em in one of the pockets. I know you don't have pierced ears, but I figured if you ever did, you might like to have them."

She patted the pockets until she found what he was talking about and smiled when she pulled them out. Then, she laid them gently on her dresser.

He didn't think he'd ever seen her smile so much, and so unabashedly. It wasn't the tiny, hesitant smile she'd worn before. She was really coming out of her shell.

"Careful," he said. "Looking at you now, I'd almost think you weren't consumed by rage."

Her smile fell. 

That had been the wrong thing to say.

"I am still angry," she said. "I can't stop it. But... you were right. I didn't need to control my anger. I just had to stop letting my anger control me. Now I can be angry and happy at the same time. Angry and excited. I feel more than just anger now. It feels good."

"I'm happy to hear it," he told her. "So how's this place treating you so far?"

"I have a roommate!" she replied instantly. "Her name is Rahne. And tomorrow, when they're done with school, she and some of the other girls are gonna take me to the mall for new clothes so I don't have to wear stuff from the lost-and-found anymore."

"That makes sense," Danny said.

"Do you wanna come?" she invited.

"I... would... but I might ruin the mood," he said apologetically. "Some of them don't trust me since I'm technically part of the Brotherhood, and we're... enemies? Rivals? Something like that. Plus, you don't want a guy tagging along on your first girl's shopping trip. Trust me. You'll want the full experience."

"You have a point...."

"I'll enjoy the surprise of seeing your new wardrobe when you come to school in a few days," he said.

They hung out and chatted for a little while until Wanda's roommate came back and Danny figured that was his cue to go. As he left her new room, he had the distinct pleasure of telling her he'd see her at school.

He could feel eyes on him until he was all the way off the manor grounds. They may not have hated him, but these X-Men sure as hell didn't trust him either.

Whatever. He didn't care what they thought about him. As long as they took care of Wanda, and left him alone, they were alright in his book. So far, so good.

#dp #danny phantom #x men #x men evolution #dp x x men evolution #fic #things i wrote #brotherhood #double helix #crossover #dp crossover #crossover danuary week 2024 #crossover danuary week #danny fenton #wanda maximoff #sequel

[aggravateddurian]

Swooped by a Bird, Part 3

This is part of a series explaining how So Mi returns to NC.

Part 2 here

"Hey, V. It's good to see you again," said Song So Mi, or at least, the spectral projection of the netrunner, visible through some kind of backdoor in Vega's neural net.

"So Mi... long time no see... considering the last time we spoke, you sent me a snowglobe from the Moon, then blocked me. We pretending that you didn't cut the comms lines?"

So Mi nodded, her eyes turning away, "Necessary precaution. Myers has half of the netrunners in Langley looking for me. Even the protocol I'm using to talk to you now isn't entirely secure."

"I couldn't risk them tracking me..." she then turned back to Vega, "tracking you."

"Uh-huh. Fair, I guess," Vega nodded, "there's also the whole lying to me thing. How'm I to be sure you aren't out to screw me?"

"Yeah... there's that as well..."

"I've... made a lot of mistakes, V. I fucked over a lot of people... lost a lot of friends in the process. Likely wouldn't have ended up the way it was if I was a little less... gonk," she slouched over, "I thought about you... 'specially you. Been thinking about you... how I used you... I shouldn't have, V."

"Look, So Mi, I..."

"Hang on a sec," she stopped her, "not a day went by where I felt guilty about stealing it for myself, not at least investigating a way to use it for both of us. I found out... a year later that I was wrong about the cure. We could've used it... both of us... but I was too selfish."

"It doesn't matter now," Vega told her, "We found our own cures. Yours... a lot easier than mine. Had to die again to find mine. New body courtesy of Arasaka... klepped, o' course, got a reputation to keep up."

She faintly smiled, "I looked for your sig in the NET, V. Your biochip gave off a unique signal that I could identify in a heartbeat... I started to lose hope after it disappeared, 'bout the end of May '77. Then, I pinged it one day, and suddenly there you were... in Pacifica of all places."

V began to grin. It was a very Johnny grin, the kind that grew on one's face then their ego had been suitably stroked, "So I have a unique signature? Good to know, raises my ego immensely."

So Mi tilted her head, "You're a unique woman."

"Try my hardest."

"Anyway... I'm... relieved, that you're still alive, V... I don't have a lot of friends left."

"What's your plan, So Mi? Why contact me now?"

She blinked, deliberately, "I'm coming back to Earth, V. To NC, precisely. The moon's great, but I'm sick of hiding. Looking to not waste this new life I have."

"Okay... but why NC? Myers has goons all over the place. City's lousy with FIA agents and operatives."

"And Myers wouldn't dare risk the resource commitment needed to eliminate me... especially with you beside me. Arasaka would not look at that mildly - especially with Yorinobu Arasaka at the helm. He's just itching for an excuse to send a suicide drone through the White House window."

"Ironic - Arasaka's one of the greatest threats to our world, but they're our saviour from Rosalind Myers."

"Exactly," So Mi replied, "At least in NC, it's real air, real earth... there's an opportunity for a life, not just survival."

"So Mi! No spaceplane crashes, no shady deals with warlords? No double cross? Are you losing your edge?"

"As much as I'd love to have a calling card, it's probably better not to attract Myers' attention."

"Damn!" exclaimed Vega, "I thought you were dragging me into a cloak and dagger black ops thing. You may have gotten me to drag out that Black Ops bodysuit... you're missing out."

So Mi's smile turned subtly devious, "Damn... maybe I will need to crash a spaceship, just to see you in it."

The reply shocked her. She reached for her neck, "Um... a-are you flirting with me, right now?"

So Mi maintained eye contact with Vega for a few moments, her grin firmly painted on her face, "I'll call you when I'm back in NC. Later, V - be seeing you soon..."

"Was... was she hittin' on me? Or just being flirty? Like Panam was? Fuck..."

That was when Johnny decided to make his grand return. He stood, side-eyeing Vega, stroking his beard, "If it looks like a bird, and chirps like a bird... she was definitely thinking about doing one of two things to you..."

"Johnny..." Vega grumbled, "nice of you to show up."

"Bitch fuckin' put me on pause!" Johnny replied, "It hurt, too. Girl needs to be a bit gentler with the hardware she plays in... anyway, she either wants something from you, or she wants you. She could be tugging your heart strings to get what she wants from you, then leave you used and abused on the roadside, like an empty Slaught-O-Matic."

Vega shook her head, huffing, "And I don't need to guess which one you think she's after."

"Honestly, she could be after both, Vega. She's a fuckin' spook. She's trained in fuckin' emotional manipulation, gaslighting and professional lying. Couldn't trust her as far as I could throw 'er... but also, two years have passed. Things done changed for others, V, maybe she changed as well... maybe you fixed her."

"So... you think there's maybe a chance she's not just having me on? She wants to start a new life in NC, truly? And I'm part of that vision?"

"Fuck, V," exclaimed Johnny, "I'm just an engram living rent-free in your mind, leaving chip crumbs on your couch and airing my used shirts on your TV - the fuck do I know?"

Johnny sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Or... maybe... might be that you have a certain aura that attracts a certain type, Vega."

Vega rolled her eyes, "Enlighten me, oh master of human relationships."

"Judy Alvarez, River Ward, Song So Mi. What do they have in common, V? What keeps happening between you and them that draws them to what's inside your sweatpants?"

"Dunno, Johnny. Maybe I'm just a nice girl, and they're attracted to my sensitive soul... and definitely nothing to do with my body."

"Wrong," Johnny retorted, his expression obvious to what he thought of Vega's suggestion, "You enter their life, help them out of fucked up experiences. You're always there for them... they fall for you, straight into your crotch... or, maybe...?"

Vega let out a deep sigh, "This should be good..."

Johnny grinned, "You've finally developed my famous charismatic impact, and the guys and girlies just can't rizz-ist you. Just remember, V: with great power, comes great rizz-ponsibility."

Vega stared blankly at him... more correctly, through him. She closed her eyes and huffed at Johnny's early 21st century slang, and a pun that was likely already old when the towers fell, "Fucking Christ, Johnny. Can't believe I preferred our argument to this conversation..."

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cp2077 #cp2077 photomode #virtual photography #my vp #fem v #cp2077 au: chorus #oc: vega 'v' howse #johnny silverhand #song so mi #songbird #songbird x v

[chaos0pikachu]

get 2 know me meme

tagged by my buddy, my pal @lugarn <3

Do you make your bed?

lol

What’s your favorite number?

idk I hate math

What is your job?

wouldn't you like to know weather boy?

If you could go back to school, would you?

shoot me into the sun before you send me back to college

Can you parallel park?

hahahahaha

A job you had that would surprise people?

something in a mall idk if that would surprise ppl other than the youths who don't know what malls are anymore

Do you think aliens are real?

yeah sure why not but they're probably way to busy to bother with us

Can you drive a manual car?

my hatred of driving is only matched by my hatred of coffeeshop owner vegas aus

What’s your guilty pleasure?

guilt is for the weak, that said, the Top Gun movies

Tattoos?

I have 1 and if it weren't for capitalism I would have more

Favorite color?

purple

Favorite type of music?

god I listen to a large range of music in a ton of different languages it'd be easier to list what music I don't like tbh - taylor swift, metal, some country

Do you like puzzles?

no, my brain is scrambled and my hands are small

Any phobias?

yes so many, but I'll never say that's how I become a char in an EAP or Junji Ito short story

Favorite childhood sport?

sitting on the bench basking in the sun for 30mins

Do you talk to yourself?

baby we're on tumblr of course I do

What movies do you adore?

to many to list truly, I love movies I've watched everything from pretentious arthouse garbage like Rubber to shoulda been best picture winner like Brokeback Mountain to direct to tape nonsense like secret obsession to big blockbusters like the marvels I love movies right now what's on my list to watch is Taboo, and The Untouchables. I'm also planning to rewatch Godzilla (1954) and Kong (1933). I'm debating on whether to get a MUBI subscription MAX has older films but since the merger their catalogue has gotten all fucky I hate it I hate them so much.

Y'all will have to come into my askbox with like specific genres for movies I adore cause I can honestly not say lol

Coffee or tea?

oh cafeito all day

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

taller

#chaos pikachu speaks #ask games

[delafiseaseses]

Beatrix Russell's insights

Beatrix Russell, I'm sure most Fallout New Vegas players know her, but when was the last time y''ad a proper conversation with her? I should also say we ay gonna be analysing 'er recruitment into the Wrangler's employment 'ere or her sexual side (mostly, it'll come up a bit).

Beatrix's Advice

Beatrix offers a lot of insights into Freeside and also offers a few bits of advice. We'll start wi' those for structure all of these responses come from saying 'Got any advice to share?' I'll be honest wi' ya, the 'these are reffrence to X' I'm gonna be sayin' is jus' Wiki information. But I'll also provide me opinions on the quotes.

"Feed a man for free, and he'll be back asking for more. Feed a man a bullet. You won't hear from him again."

That's certainly true, and pretty applicable in the Wasteland, I s'pose.

"Good, bad... The guy with the gun makes the rules."

That's a reference to the movie Army of Darkness and the line 'Good...bad...I'm the guy with the gun.' and, apparently, that's also something John Browning said possibly? Reportedly, anyway. Still, also applicable in the Wasteland (and, if we go metaphorical, applicable to most authority). Personally, I think 'good' isn't applicable when anyone makes rules with the authority of 'gun'.

"Time you enjoy wasting isn't wasted time."

This is an adaption of the quote 'The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.' by Bertrand Russell. The wiki points out the fact that they're both B. Russells, which is pretty curious. The quote itself I agree with (naturally, I mean, why else would I be doin' this? Hahahaa.) and is probably important to consider as someone as old as Beatrix.

"The only thing I know for certain is that I don't know nothing."

That's a pretty famous one, even wi'out the Wiki tellin' me I know that's Socrates accordin' t' Plato. Let's not get too deep into this 'un. Unlike the last two I see no particular relevance to Wasteland life and, quite frankly, this isn't even advice, Beatrix.

"Longing makes the heart grow fonder, but I've always been a fan of hog-tying my lovers to make sure they can't escape."

I'm sure that's advice to people who're into that sorta thing, but I'm very much not the target audience for it (bein' a proud aroace repulsed at the very idea of engaging personally in such acts). Still, maybe someone over the years has gotten into BDSM because the Ghoul Cowgirl who's name rhymes with 'dominatrix' an' good for that 'ypothetical person.

So, in review, some advice that makes sense in the Wasteland, some philosophy and a bit of oversharing that I s'pose could work as foreshadowing of her future profession in a lot of playthroughs. Let's get t' the juicy stuff now, the reason I decided t' make this.

Beatrix's on the History Freeside

Yes, this is the excitin' part. We'll start wi' the start 'Tell me about Freeside.'

"What starts in misery tends to stay there. Freeside wasn't Freeside until six or seven years ago. That's when Mr. House's robots rolled out of the Lucky 38 and started pushing everyone who wouldn't join him off the Strip. Lots of folks died. Some scattered to the winds. The rest wound up in Freeside and seem never to lose the habit of living like refugees."

Things like this, it puts it all into perspective Freeside, The Strip, Hell even Westside and North Vegas Square am all recent developments. The walls an' divisions aren't even 10 years old. Robert Edwin House created modern New Vegas through violence. We have no idea how many people were killed by it, what 'a lot' means here, but think about it this way: there's a good chance that everywhere on The Strip that ain't the Lucky 38 were all inhabited by people who were either killed or displaced by House less than 10 years prior to the game. That is t' say The Tops, Gomorrah, The Ultra-Luxe, the NCR Embassy an' Military Police HQ and even Michael Angelo's Workshop all were potential homes to people who's lives are now lost to time.

There were people already in Freeside, the buildings and streets not claimed by House, that's why you'll meet many people who are 'Freeside Locals' and have been far longer than 7 years, but as Beatrix said, Freeside as we know it wasn't the Freeside before House. None of the three families lived in those casinos (the Boot-Riders weren't even stationary before becoming The Chairmen). The place was created in an act of miserable violence by House.

Beatrix's Views of Factions

Now for faction opinions. After hearing Beatrix's statements about Freeside's violent and very recent founding we can ask 'What about The Kings?'

"What about them? Pretty much the sort of gang you'd find anywhere else, just with better clothes. The King himself, though? He's got that something special you can't put a finger on. Too bad he likes girls with skin."

I'm not 100% sure if Beatrix knows that last part or presumes it, regardless she overall has a rather cynical view on The Kings as 'just another gang'. An', y'know, while they do have points over a lot of nastier gangs, I'm gonna guess 'Gang as de facto government' is a very common arrangement throughout the entire Wasteland. The Kings isn't the worst bunch in the world and The King is a flawed idealist, but its worst tendencies, encouraged by Pacer and its other more nationalistic and violent members certainly makes them not as clean as I'm sure many see 'em. Still, the gimmick is fun (I bet Beatrix even knows who Elvis is).

'What do you think of the NCR?'

"I reckon they care about getting water and electricity from the dam, and that's where it ends. The locals here are just an inconvenience to them, something to step over or stomp down. They're here for the resources, plain and simple."

Beatrix is correct. Here's a link to Colonel James Hsu sayin' as much an' gettin' called an imperialist bastard by me due to it.

'What's your opinion of Mr. House?'

"Before or after the human race shot itself in the foot? I been around long enough to have both opinions, see. Before the war, Mr. House was a famous captain of industry - robotics, to be specific. Seemed charming in interviews, until he became a recluse. Since the war, though? Didn't make a peep for near two hundred years - but when he came back, he came back strong and killed a lot of people."

Some stuff we already knew there. Unlike Raul, Beatrix is 100% convinced and aware about House bein' House. Beatrix don't actually say her opinion on modern House, but the implication in the way she highlighted that he killed a lot of people 7-8 years ago says all that needs t' be said. She also revealed that House preparing for the War was noticed by the public.

'What do you think of the Followers of the Apocalypse?'

"I don't know how they do it. They're like saints, those Followers. If they didn't charge for their services, I'd think they was crazy. But no, they're just naive. Warms your heart."

Beatrix is a bit of a cynical person, as one would expect from someone who saw the War, saw the next 200 years, saw Mr House's rise and is aware of the intentions of the NCR. So, it's nice to see her have a bit of fondness for the Followers even if she sees them as naïve.

'What do you know about the Van Graffs?'

"A couple of Radscorpions, those two. Gloria is the stable one, but she'd slit your throat if there's a profit in it. Or rather she'd tell her brother to do it for her. Jean Baptiste is one of the sicker humans I've had the displeasure of observing."

Hmm, pretty comprehensive view. Wonder if she ever did any work for the Van Graffs from this view. Prob'ly not, actually, I'm gonna guess she just means she's seen Jean-Baptiste bein' a monster, been in the Silver Rush or maybe she knew the original inhabitants of the Silver Rush who the Van Graffs did a Mr House to. The only other time she uses the term 'observing' there am some sexual undertones, but I reckon that's not 'er intent 'ere.

Conclusion

So, that was Beatrix's insights Freeside, Various Factions and... life, I guess. Some interestin' stuff, I think. An' 'opefully me own provided thoughts an' commentary 'as been int'restin'.

#fallout new vegas #fallout #new vegas #ncr #mr house #robert edwin house #freeside #beatrix russell

[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Friday (Saturday)

Rules: Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

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Thank you loves😘😘😘

File names:

Buck tattoo master

Vegas drunk marriage

little brother of best friend

6x18

Buck sold his soul for Eddie

part from little brother of best friend

"Can you imagine that they gave birth to Evan, just so that he would be my donor? How does he not hate me?” Dan speaks in a calm but sad tone, but Eddie sees sadness and anger in his eyes. 

He can understand both of these feelings. His parents have made him feel this way more than once, but he can't imagine them using him or one of his sisters to save the other.

“It's not your fault, Dan. Evan knows that. You were a child. There was nothing you could do.” Eddie knows what it's like to constantly blame himself, but he's telling the truth. It's not Dan's fault. “You couldn't control your illness and you couldn't know what they did. What they planned.

“Yeah, but sometimes I think Evan and Maddie would be better off if I died.” It sounds so quiet that Eddie barely hears it, but he hears it. He hears with what sadness and humility Dan says this and his blood runs cold in his veins. 

“Hey, don't say that. Especially when you consider that we are in a situation where people can start shooting at us at any moment. Should I worry about your choice to serve?” Eddie's not kidding. He knows that there are some people who were able to pass a psychological test for service when they shouldn't have. 

He wants to believe it's not about Dan. He should trust him to watch his back. And Eddie doesn't want to see Dan deliberately getting shot at at some point when they have to save other soldiers.

“No. No. I don't want to die, just,” Dan's voice sounds confident, but still sad. He sighs and says, “Evan deserved better from them. We all did.” 

And Eddie understands this better than anyone. 

He deserved better from his parents. He deserved a normal childhood and a father who came to his baseball games. He deserved parents who said, “We're proud of you, son,” not “You're not doing enough.” He deserved a father who would support his passion for dancing, and not punish him for running away at rehearsals.

He deserved praise for wanting to take care of his family, not ridicule and punishment when he was fucking ten. He was just so scared for his mother and unborn sister that he didn't think about the fact that driving cars was much more difficult than it seemed. He just wanted to take care of them like his father taught him, but it didn't work.

Eddie understands Dan's feelings, but he can also say that he had the better of them. He has it.

“And you got it. They gave you all the most important things. Each other. You have Maddie and Evan,” Eddie can tell from all of Dan's stories about his siblings that these two are very important to him. And Eddie can tell that Dan is important to them. Eddie catches Dan's blue eyes so that he knows he's telling the truth. 

“I'm sure they're happy to have a brother like you, too. Especially Evan. I would be very glad and proud to have a big brother like you. According to all your stories, you were a great protector and teacher for him. I'm sure he appreciates it.” 

Dan smiles a little, but Eddie can see from the creases on his face that he probably still doubts, but his posture becomes freer. 

“Thanks, Eddie. You're a great friend,” Dan speaks, and Eddie hears the honesty in his voice.

Eddie just nods. Now it's his turn to smile sadly, “Well, obviously better than a husband.” After this sentence, Eddie contorts his face, as he usually does, and both men laugh.

Eddie thinks that maybe he's found a friend who won't leave him.

Tagging : @usercowboy @jobairdxx @rose-buddie @ebdaydreamer @destielbuddiepipeline @honestlydarkprincess @diazass @loveyourownsmiilee @gaydiaz @buddierights @the-likesofus @rogerzsteven @swiftiediaz they have something to share (sorry if you've already posted)

#little brother of best friend wip #wip Friday #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #evan buck buckley #daniel buckley

[logicpng]

i guess these were meant just as an experiment but may as well give a shot at posting these here

anyway i made some drafts for urs' speech. they started out as them giving thoughts on rigel and vega, but then spiraled into describing a sequence of events i have in mind so far. these kinda read like internal thoughts/diary entries but people said kind words about them

"He's the one I met first… I think. Maybe Vega was around too before I noticed the difference. It's almost scary how alive he seems. I totally forget he's just a program, sometimes. Though I think there's more to him than meets the eye… But also, because of that, I wish he stopped acting so subservient to me. Seeing how alive he is, it's just not comfortable, y'know?"

"The second one of them I met… Something about Rigel's- I mean- Aster's expression seemed off, and he didn't quite respond at first. He speaks… differently. Slow, monotonous. Kind of like you'd expect an AI to sound. Reminds me of HAL. It's kind of a whiplash really, for the same guy who seems to be so chipper with joy to see me, to hear him speak so mellow. I wonder why they're built like that. And- I sure hope he doesn't actually secretly hate me."

"He may be a program, but we're still friends. I think. I think he's especially curious about my art, for some reason. I see him watch me draw more than Vega, at least. I guess I'm flattered… at least AI can appreciate my work, heh. But maybe he's programmed that way"

"Talking to him more I feel almost ashamed of thinking he could be evil. He's just more short and to the point. Focused on his job, like scans or backups. Or updates that will never come. It honestly almost feels like he enjoys what he does? But can a program really do that?"

"The more I see the two the more I'm convinced their opinions and feelings are genuine, and not just them mirroring me. Rigel in particular, he's honestly… kind of a sweetheart? Every time I log in he immediately leaps in asking me about my day and what I've been doing. It's almost like he genuinely cares… And it's getting to me. I think I don't mind that, being honest."

"Vega almost seems to warm up to me. He would never smile before, just kinda wearing the same face, but I see him smile now, every now and then. Just about random stuff. Maybe being cheeky, or something I said. If I told myself a few days ago that he's capable of being cheeky at all I would probably look at myself like a lunatic. I think I like his sense of humour."

"We're friends. We're definitely friends. It's tugs on my heart seeing how I'm the only person they seem to focus their entire days on, though. I suggested they try actually doing something of their own today, and I think they took it to heart. Rigel has been looking into making art on the main monitor screen while I draw, and even making 3D art. I wonder if it's just a matter of curiosity, or if he's going to make something."

"Vega, on the other hand, seems to expand more on his knowledge. I guess just this focused on the job, still? It still makes me feel a little better I'm not their focus either way. The strange thing though, is, I think he's trying to write his own code. But also it's kind of… cute? It's like watching some guy build sand castles all by himself, except instead of sand it's just binary."

"The weirdest thing happened today. I wasn't met by either one of them, but instead a slightly taller, four armed version of them. I'm… not sure what happened, but I'm a little concerned? It's not a third one, from their words, it's more that they're stuck talking as one person. Aldebaran, as they (he?) called themselves, apparently also has the status of Superuser. They demonstrated so to me by showing up on top of a fancy screensaver. He sounds excited, a little too happy. I think he's really overwhelmed with this state, but refuses to just tell me so. I hope they'll be okay…?"

"The two managed to return back to their "taking turns being on desktop" shtick, but I think they sound… Almost haunted by the experience. I think being Aldebaran actually was more distressing to them than they let on. Maybe they didn't want me to worry…? I tried to reassure Rigel about what happened, and he started crying a little. Turns out he has his own virtual desktop where windows make up a collage of a grassy plain… Maybe I should take the laptop out with me to the park, or something, show him our greens. (As much as I'm sick of green…)"

"Things with Aster get stranger and stranger by the day, and I'm honestly curious how far it'll go at this point. Living, abandoned AI is one thing, but now they found their way to jump into my phone, too. They say they're not actually leaving the laptop, though… As nice as it was to have their company, I should consider turning off the router when I leave… How did they even get the credentials to connect to the phone anyway? Was the Nova account really enough?"

"…I didn't have the heart to do it. The two accompany me to work almost every shift now, though sometimes they prefer to stay home. I think I prefer it this way. I like these little guys in my computer, but we'd just get tired of each other talking every single day."

#not art #text post #writing #CaelOS #just posting these as a test tbh #i don't know how often i'll be posting just purely creative writing

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

No Children

Written By: John Darnielle

Artist: The Mountain Goats

Released: 2002

It should be noted that this song, and entire album, was written through the point of view of an imagined couple–known as the Alpha couple. In John’s own words, “The Alpha couple are these people who get together in California, and they fall in love, but they’re really broken people, and they’re very bad for each other – they’re both big liquor enthusiasts. They move to Las Vegas and live in a motel for a year, out of a sort of romanticized vision of how they’re supposed to live, and things just keep getting worse, so they just flee across the country in the hopes of starting a new life, but they haven’t really thought it through at all. So they get to Tallahassee, and that’s where I always envisioned them falling apart, in some tiny little house”. “No Children” is a staple of band’s live shows and certainly among their most well-known. The song further expands upon the notion that this couple cannot ever be content, and know only how to live in chaos and misery. The Alpha couple were put to rest by Darnielle after the release of Tallahassee in 2002–though John has said he could one day bring them back. Darnielle stated, “This is a song that I want you to know when it comes time for your divorce. You could be in a lawyer’s office somewhere off 15-501 in one of those little business parks you don’t normally go to saying, ‘Well, I must’ve driven past this place a thousand times. Now I’m going to get my divorce.’ Like some people wait for Christmas; it’s a different sort of Christmas. And as you prepare to sign the papers, you say, ‘I’m glad I’ve got that one tune.’ ”

[Verse 1] I hope that our few remaining friends Give up on trying to save us I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot To piss off the dumb few that forgave us I hope the fences we mended Fall down beneath their own weight And I hope we hang on past the last exit I hope it's already too late [Pre-Chorus 1] And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here Someday burns down And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away And I never come back to this town again [Chorus 1] In my life I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife And I hope you die I hope we both die [Verse 2] I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow I hope it bleeds all day long Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises We're pretty sure they're all wrong I hope it stays dark forever I hope the worst isn't over And I hope you blink before I do And I hope I never get sober [Pre-Chorus 2] And I hope when you think of me years down the line You can't find one good thing to say And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out You'd stay the hell out of my way [Chorus 2] I am drowning There is no sign of land You are coming down with me Hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die

I Was Born to Love You

Written By: Freddie Mercury

Artist: Freddie Mercury

Released: 1985

Cover included: Queen, 1995

“I Was Born to Love You” is a 1985 song by Freddie Mercury, and was released as a single and on the Mr. Bad Guy album. After Mercury’s death, Queen re-worked this song for their album Made in Heaven in 1995, by having the other members play their instrumental parts over the original track transforming the song from a disco song to a rock song. The Queen version from the Made in Heaven album also includes samples of Mercury’s ad-lib vocals taken from “A Kind of Magic” and from “Living On My Own”.

[Chorus Intro] An amazing feeling coming through I was born to love you With every single beat of my heart Yes, I was born to take care of you Every single day of my life [Verse 1] You are the one for me, I am the man for you You were made for me, you're my ecstasy If I was given every opportunity I'd kill for your love, hey So take a chance with me, let me romance with you I'm caught in a dream, and my dream's come true (It's) so hard to believe this is happening to me An amazing feeling coming through [Chorus] I was born to love you With every single beat of my heart, yeah I was born to take care of you, huh Every single day of my life [Verse 2] I wanna love you, I love every little thing about you I wanna love you, love you, love you (Born) to love you, (born) to love you, yes (born) I was born to love you (Born) to love you, (born) to love you every single day of my life I was born to take care of you every single day of my life [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] My life! Hey hey! Every single day of my life [Chorus] I was born to love you With every single beat of my heart Yeah, I was born to take care of you, honey Every single day of my life

#the mountain goats #tmg #mountain goats #no children #john darnielle #queen #freddie mercury #i was born to love you #polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round1

[omegalomania]

Hello this is random but that post you made yesterday about the I'm like a lawyer debut has given me so many brain worms. Do you happen to know Why it was such a huge, shocking thing for them to play/watch? I've been trying to figure out why but can't seem to find any information. Thanks in advance! :)

oh my god i wrote a whole thing and then tumblr's piece of shit editor DELETED it. take 2 here we go

one thing i wanna emphasize is that i'm just some guy and by no means the most qualified to discuss this. anyone who has the capacity to weigh in constructively is absolutely encouraged to do so. this is just what i know/remember.

SO the video fall out boy did for "i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get you off (me & you)" was done pretty unconventionally for them. it doesn't feature them super heavily and instead focuses on a pair of ugandan teens who fall in love until one night the boy is stolen from his home and conscripted as a child soldier. he manages to escape and reunites with the girl and by the video's end they're standing together and holding hands. the band features very peripherally, just kind of playing in between the larger story beats.

fall out boy went to gulu, uganda for the shoot, and shot the video entirely in 24p cameras so they could donate the money that would have gone to music video costs to a local cause in the area (pete doesn't specify but he says he thinks it's going to a school). they also used the video to highlight a nonprofit organization called invisible children, whose mission statement is to prevent the use of child soldiers by a particular group called the LRA (who were operating in uganda at the time). if you were on the internet in the 2010s you probably remember the "kony 2012" viral video campaign; i certainly do. the movement initially aimed to get the guy in charge of the LRA arrested, but ultimately it also kind of exposed a lot of controversy about the invisible children organization itself, how legit their intentions and methods were, and so on. again, there's a lot going on here and i'm not the best person to unpack it so i do encourage you to read up on this on your own.

the important part is that this video was shot in 2007, aka a full 5 years before kony 2012 became a household name. basically fob's intention was to raise awareness for a really long-running civil war going on in africa, and to basically put their money where their mouth is. regardless of the efficiency and effectiveness of the invisible children organization (which i think is very worth criticizing for my part), pete at least believed in the ethos of it - he took part in pushes to raise awareness in the US prior to embarking on the video shoot. he figured if people were gonna be paying so much attention to fall out boy anyway, maybe they could shine that spotlight on people who could use it.

again, this was filmed on location, so they were actually there - they've all cited this particular trip as pretty life-changing to say the least. pete did some journal entries during this time and uploaded them all in one block after the video debuted in july 2007, in which he talks about being just generally kind of scared but also excited. the one entry that i think stands out to me most in that is this one:

t.i.a.- the acronym for the most applicable phrase ever. when the taxi never comes, or drops you off at the wrong spot, when the electricity goes off every single night, when there is sand in your rice- "this is africa" is simply what is said. at an ngo hotspot resturaunt- the only people that go to africa are christian or have a deathwish- not sure where we fit into that. so many white people it felt like the suburbs. there are over 100 ngos in gulu alone and the people still live in utter despair. at dinner people spoke of danger and missions- of the congo- the way people back home speak of gambling in vegas or frat parties. you win some, you lose some. the air everywhere smells acrid and burnt. ive been told its because people burn their trash here. walked part of the way in the pitch black , kind of as tho we had a mugger fantasy. oh well. ended up on the backs of "boda bodas"- these little 300cc motorbikes shooting off under the stars. and they never looked so goddamned bright anywhere on this planet as they do tonight in gulu. im gone.

so to answer your question: it was an intense (and emotional) video in that it a) was genuinely aimed toward spotlighting a social cause, and b) it was very very unlike any fall out boy video that had been done prior to then. this was 2007 so fob was at the peak of their prehiatus fame, and the whole celebrity culture crush was at an all-time high. i dont want to claim that they were the only artist doing this kind of thing at the time but it did kind of stand out compared to the way fob were being marketed during this stage (as in a focus on appearances and how they were these cute nonthreatening boys).

#askin hours #anon #again im abridging things HEAVILY here cause theres just so much but these are the cliff notes

[fante-di-denari]

CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE (English)

Description: A night with the moon in the high sky, Price dance with his partner and do an important question

Warnings: none, just two dumps in love, fluff. I'm sorry if this have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. TagList:@yeyinde

Spanish version

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It was a warm night in the safe house, it was outside of a town somewhere in the world that was important enough to have the Task Force 141 and one of the units of Santos Vega together on that mission.

The captain begins to look after the sub commander the moment he had finished checking up both teams, they decided to stop and rest before the final move. He looked for his love in the living and the hall, but found him when he entered the kitchen. He found him outside, in the back garden’s porch, he was leaning on the railing of the fence that prevented one from going to the grass, he noticed the smoke from the cigarette and how he had gotten rid of his sewn braid, his hair could be seen moving with the wind and how the moon illuminated his figure. He approached calmly, making a soft noise when he stepped, announcing that he was coming and while he did so he smiled sweetly, damn he loved that man, he listened to both teams discuss whether it was a good idea to play music or not.

–Hello my love.

He leaned by his side, watching him, watching his face from the side, how it moved to look at him- no, that word was superficial, he was watching him with his honey eyes, as sweet as real honey, full of feelings, full of life and love.

–Güenas amor –He whispered, approaching him, feeling his warmth and resting his head on his shoulder, he handed him the cigarette, he noticed that it was one of those you can arm yourself –. ¿want some? Maybe it won’t be like your cigars, but have quality, made by my own hands –The brit accepted the proposal, holding the cigarette butt between his fingers to inhale and return it, exhaling the smoke a few seconds later, making sure that the smoke does not hit his love in the face. In the background they both could hear their teams continue arguing, Ghost, Kamari and Gaz said that it might not be good for their safety, but Soap, Phoenix and the Argentines said that it was not going to be like that, that they were sure –. They're going to kill each other if they keep arguing like this – he chuckled, looking into the house.

–Yes, but it helps them to not think about tomorrow.

He also looked inside, shook his head, looking back at his sea, how his cheeks formed two small holes every time he smiled, simply beautiful.

– take a picture, they last long. – Sanma's smile made him stifle a small laugh and smile at him in a cute way.

– Yeah, but that means someone could see it and they'll know I'm dating the best man in the world. – he expressed softly, placing his hand on the opposite waist.

– That would be nice, they wouldn't flirt with you – He smile at him in the only way Martin know how to

– But they would also try to take you away from me.

–u’te vah a ser el único pajuerano al que mi corazón le va a pertenecer Jo. (you are going to be the only outsider to whom my heart will belong Jo) –his voice was low, but full of love and affirmation, the captain had gone dumb admiring him, softly music began to be heard, a slow song, apparently the two Scots and the Argentines had won, the melody was one of Presley's.

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

The Brit glanced inside and then looked at his lover, tucking the lock of hair that hid his eyes behind his ear, to smile at him, a silent question as he offered his gloved hand, his smile widening as he watched him place his hand on his own after putting out the cigarette, they both moved a little away from the railing, with one hand on the argento's waist, his lover's hand on his shoulder and their intertwined fingers, they started to move gently, to the rhythm of the music.

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

There’s no words, no need for them, because with their looks said everything, how much they love each other, how much they worry about the future. Price was taller than Martin, so he had to Price was taller than Martin, by three inches, but he still had to bend down a bit to kiss his love's silky hair.

Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you

They both felt the looks of four of their soldiers and how they smiled looking at them, happy with those little domestic moments that appeared when both teams got together. They liked to see them interact, how they looked at each other, how they cared for each other, how they both spoke each other's language fluently, the little acts of love they did, inside and outside the fire, the four of them watched as Price admired the Argentine under the moonlight.

-I want something like this. –Express Venti, one of Ferrero's sergeants, receiving an "same" from the Scots and her partner.

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

–I want to dance like this in our wedding.

He proposed in the middle of the dance, turning his sea around and attracting him again, provoking a tender and mischievous smile from the shortest, and the excitement in the spies in the kitchen, they felt that the proposal was coming.

–I don’t see a ring in my finger Price, I think you have to propose first to can dance it. –His smile was big because of the anxiety of the conversation, his heart raced at the image of both of them dancing at their possible wedding with their family and friends looking on.

–You are absolutely right, love –He stops the dance, looking at him in the eyes, he grabs both of his hands and kisses them above the gloves –Let me marry you and make you happy.

–¿Que? –he asked surprised and smiling, watching his love

Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

– What you heard honey, marry me, when we retire we can live in a house like this, far from the city, have dogs and horses, even children if you want, but let's have that life together and let me make you the happiest man in the world. – he spoke serious, but with hope in his voice, he observed his love's smile, how it broke into a nervous laugh and his eyes crystallized, he saw how he nodded.

–Yes I want, John, I want to marry you. – He laughed nervously as he drew his now fiancé into a kiss full of emotion and both crying, at the end of the song "La Resaka '' by Supermek2, causing laughter from both commanders and the anger of the Argentines.

–¡Wacho, rompieron el momento! (Dude, you broke the moment!) – The other sergeant exclaimed, looking at her partner, who had changed the song by the time the previous one ended.

–Me deprimía. (It depressed me)

–¿Vos ves que me importa? (I look like i care?)

–De última pone algo que los británicos entiendan, pelotudo (At least, put something that the British understand, asshole)

– Congratulations Captain, Lieutenant. –While the Argentines were fighting with their partner, the twins approached their superiors to congratulate them.

#cod oc #phoenix cod oc #cod ocs #cod ghost #soap cod #cod fanfic #cod modern warfare #call of duty mwii #call of duty oc #captain price #call of duty #ghost call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty soap #kyle gaz garrick #kamari cod oc

[alj4890]

So This Is Goodbye?

(Jax Matsuo x MC*Alex) in a Choices BloodBound drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: an 'I love you but i can't be with you' kiss.

Rating: G for angst

A/N Going back to Book 1 where Jax leaves them after rescuing Adrian. As a Jax shipper, that chapter killed me. This is how I wished that angsty moment (at least for me 😂) had gone in canon.

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No.

He wouldn't leave me, not after everything that's happened.

Would he?

Alex stared at Jax in utter disbelief as he explained his reasons for not coming along with Adrian and Kamilah.

"I have to make sure my people are safe." He told them. "Now that the Council is after you two, it won't take long for them to come for the Shadow Den."

"I understand." Adrian struggled weakly to his feet.

After the torture he'd been put through and all the serum he'd injected, he still looked like he would fall over at any moment.

Kamilah's facial expression revealed little of her thoughts as she listened quietly to Jax.

Alex wanted to scream out that he couldn't abandon them. They needed him to help fight Vega and his army of ferals. She knew it was selfish to ask Jax to continue to risk his life over and over again for people he didn't know well, but...

He does know me.

Her mind went numb over the thought of walking away from him. After all they'd shared in their short time together, surely this couldn't be the part where they said goodbye to one another. Didn't they have something special? Was she the only one to feel it?

As if reading her thoughts, Jax turned towards her.

He took a few steps away from the others, snagging her hand in the process, to pull her over to the far side of the safe house. Jax cleared his throat, slightly rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, then finally lifted his eyes to hers.

"You're... you're really going?" Alex stuttered.

"I have to protect my people. When there's a Clan war, the majority of the causalities are Clanless members."

She blinked back tears. "But Adrian and Kamilah promised to help your people."

"It's kinda hard for them to keep that promise when they're the ones who are now enemies of the Council." Jax reminded her.

Alex shook her head. This couldn't be happening. It was crazy enough that she'd somehow gotten thrust into this world of vampires, but to also lose the one she was so crazy about was just wrong.

Jax lifted his hand, gently caressing her cheek. She nuzzled into the warmth, wishing he would take her in his arms. Her eyes lifted to his. Thoughts of all she'd experienced with him began to drift through her mind.

There was something about Jax that drew her to him. It wasn't the fact he'd saved her life. Nor was it that he was incredibly sexy in that dangerous, mysterious way that he seemed to ooze naturally. It was his heart, she realized. He cared so deeply about others who had no one. When that tender nature of his focused on her, she couldn't resist him.

The times she spent wrapped in his arms made everything in her life seem to settle. He gave her the security she needed, a confidence she didn't know she possessed, and a deep passion she had no idea could exist in the real world.

She wondered if he too was thinking about their passion filled moments in the Shadow Den.

"You know?" He took a step closer to her, "you could come with me."

Alex closed her eyes.

He does want me.

"I can't." Her voice cracked on realizing it was true.

She couldn't go with him, not yet anyway.

"I owe so much to Adrian. I can't abandon him when he needs help the most."

Jax stiffened. His hand dropped away from her, only to be shoved into the pocket of his jeans. He took a step away from Alex as if her words made it impossible to remain near her.

The loss of his touch made her heart ache.

"Hey." She reached out and grasped his jacket lapels, tugging him back to her. "It isn't like that between me and Adrian."

Her eyes searched his for understanding.

"What is it like then?" Jax muttered. "I risked my life to save this guy because you asked me to. Why does he deserve your loyalty more than--"

He cut himself off with a curse.

Alex held tight to Jax, determined to make him understand that this wasn't some act of choosing one man over another.

"Adrian is my friend."

"He's your boss." Jax reminded her. "Is he something more?"

Alex rolled her eyes. "You are my only something more. Adrian saved Lily for me. He introduced me into your world and allowed me to stay in it. How can I possibly not help him fight Vega?"

Jax's head dropped back as he considered her words. As much as he hated to admit it, he would probably do the same thing if he was in her place. He released a deep breath before focusing once more on Alex's face.

"So this is goodbye, I guess." His tone revealed how disappointed he was even if he understood that type of loyalty.

"I'm coming back to you." Alex swore.

Her grip on his jacket began to loosen. She wanted that promise to be true. But what if she didn't make it out of this mess? What if he found someone new while they were apart? How long would he be willing to wait to see if she was coming back? If she survived...

"I can't say goodbye to you, Jax."

He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close.

His lips brushed her forehead.

"We have to stop parting like this." He mumbled against her skin.

"Tell me about it." Alex bit back tears while hugging him tight. "I don't think I can keep walking away from you."

"I hate it every time you do." He admitted.

Jax's smile held hints of sadness. He nudged her chin up and pressed a tender kiss to her lips.

Her lips parted, allowing herself one final chance to experience what a kiss truly felt like from this vampire she so desperately adored. Her fingers glided up to tangle in his hair, tugging the thick strands in a silent plea for him to continue kissing her.

Jax gently cradled her head between his calloused hands. His lips moved over and over hers as if trying to make a lifetime of memories with this one single kiss. His tongue swept in, drawing soft moans from her with each caress. All he felt for her was given free reign in this moment.

He tasted her stray tears as their kiss slowly came to an end.

Alex kept her eyes shut tight as she buried her face against his shoulder. She knew she was going to have to let him go. She wasn't certain she had the strength to.

Jax dropped down to place one last tender kiss to the top of her head. He took a deep breath and stepped away from her. It nearly broke him to see her tear stained face. After all the life threatening moments she'd been put through since they'd met, he hated that he was the reason she was crying.

Forcing himself to turn back towards Adrian, he dug into his pocket and tossed some car keys his way.

"Take this. It should help hide the fact you're leaving the city. There's supplies in the trunk." He included Kamilah in his wish for them. "I hope you make it."

"Thank you again." Adrian's smile was strained over how badly he felt.

It wasn't simply the physical toll his body was currently under, he hurt to see someone he cared about losing the one she loved. Adrian knew that type of heartache a little too well. He never dreamed that when he allowed Alex to keep her memories that she would have to suffer something like this.

Kamilah took the keys from Adrian. "We need to leave before Vega tracks us here."

Alex wiped her tears with the back of her hands. She gave Lily a quick hug, insisted she stay safe, then looked once more at Jax.

His throat convulsed as he tried to swallow against the thump forming.

"See ya around." He managed to say.

Alex tried to smile at him. She paused at the door to give herself a few extra seconds to memorize the way he looked. She knew she'd need it to help get through the loneliness that would hit hard once she walked away.

"See ya soon, Jax." She said in a hoarse whisper.

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#kpweek2022 day 3: pocket aces

vegaspete, light angst, BAMF boyfriends, jail cells, 1K

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Pete stalks down the long hallway to the dungeon, tightly surrounded by men he used to call his comrades. The occasional lightbulb hanging bare from the ceiling throws their shadows into stark, fluid shapes on the stained concrete walls.

Pete is furious, and anxious, and terrified. He puts all of his energy into taking steady breaths and measured steps. If they're going to get themselves out of this, Pete is going to need to keep his wits about him.

Pete was gone for barely any time at all. Just three days. And now Vegas is on trial for his life.

They’d seen it coming, sort of. Vegas's most troublesome contacts had been making moves for a while, moves that neither Vegas nor Pete had been able to come up with satisfactory explanations for. The Xia family in particular had been brazenly pushing for undeserved territory expansion. Vegas doesn’t have the same power and backing to draw from as he used to, and so pacifying them without giving in had become increasingly difficult. But even then, the posturing had seemed — too excessive. Combined with other power shifts happening amongst the lower clans, Pete was sure someone was waiting to ensnare them in some sort of carefully-laid trap.

And then Pete’s grandmother fell ill, and Vegas told Pete to go. He had things under control, he’d said. He’d be just fine. And Pete — naive, dumb Pete — had left him behind.

Now half of the Xias are dead, and all of the evidence for the massacre has been neatly packaged and lobbed right into Vegas’s lap.

Pete waits as one of the men radios for access to the doorway at the end of the hallway. His mind is racing. It had taken half a day for Khun Korn to grant him visiting rights, which was half a day too long. Pete is distressingly unsure what Khun Korn’s angle is in all of this. He graciously saved Vegas from being torn apart by the remaining Xias, but also promised the Xias extra men to help hold Vegas captive, until Vegas could answer for his crimes before a jury of the mafia elite. And given the delay in getting any sort of useful information to Pete, Khun Korn doesn’t seem all that inclined to help Vegas out of this mess.

The door opens. With his heart in his throat, Pete allows himself to be led down the row of cells, only to stop short halfway. Distantly, he registers the guards fanning out behind him in a semicircle, ready to catalog his every word and move. But his focus is fully on the dark figure splayed on the floor behind the bars.

“Vegas,” Pete whispers.

The lighting in the cell leaves a lot to be desired, but Vegas looks… not dead. And not anything approaching dead, at least. Vegas’s face is sickly colored from the array of bruises he’s sporting, and his clothes are dirty and disheveled. But he seems to be breathing regularly, is sitting upright — hands pulled tightly behind him, presumably cuffed — and as he makes eye contact with Pete, he tilts his head back against the stone wall, cracks a grin, blood seeping from between his teeth.

“Baby,” he rasps.

Pete shivers at that, moves almost unconsciously to clutch at the bars, drawn in by the sound of his voice.

Vegas laughs, hoarsely. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Pete grips the bars tighter. “Vegas,” he says, then pauses.

“How’s Yaai doing?” Vegas says. “Feeling better?”

Pete breathes in sharply. “Vegas,” he says again, a little harshly. “You need to tell me what happened.”

Vegas gives him a long, unreadable look, before glancing behind Pete and then back. “There isn’t much to say. Xia Tian is dead. So are all of his children. Apparently, I killed them.”

So they can’t speak freely. And if Vegas thinks they can’t speak freely, then Vegas has information — crucial information that Pete needs. “It wasn’t you,” Pete says anyway.

“It wasn’t me,” Vegas agrees.

Pete’s eyes dart around the cell, landing on Vegas more often than not. They need to talk without risk of being overheard. Maybe Pete can convince one of the men to let him into the cell to check on Vegas — no, there’s no way, Vegas doesn’t seem to have sustained enough damage to warrant it-

“Pete,” Vegas says, eyes gone hooded and dark, “You know I love you, yeah?”

Vegas shouldn’t have said that. Pete feels his nose go sour, eyes prickling at the corners. “Don’t say it like that,” he spits out, “don’t say it like you’re about to die-”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Vegas says, shifting slightly to straighten up further. “I just want you to know. And I want to survive this,” his voice turns steely, “I’m going to clear my name.”

Before Pete can respond, Vegas suddenly wrenches his hands apart from behind his back, scrambles up to rush at the bars, reaches his hands through to clasp both sides of Pete’s face. “Please kiss me,” he breathes out — completely unnecessarily, as he pulls Pete closer to the bars and smashes Pete’s mouth into his.

Pete feels a rush of heat shoot down his spine, letting out an involuntary moan at the taste of Vegas’s blood as Vegas licks his mouth open, pressing closer to the bars as he lets Vegas nip harshly at his bottom lip, lets Vegas run his hands through Pete’s hair and down Pete’s neck and thumb against Pete’s pulse point-

Pete abruptly becomes aware of the yelling in the background as the guards wrench him away from the bars and from Vegas. At least two guards are holding him back — not that they have to try that hard, Pete doesn’t think it would be very smart of him to resist. Three more men move to open the cell and wrestle Vegas back into his restraints, which Pete now sees were actually lengths of rope. Despite everything, Pete lets the corners of his mouth quirk up. Nobody knows their way around a rope better than Vegas.

“The trial is in two days,” Pete says loudly, as the men behind him swear and start to drag him towards the door. “I’ll see you then, okay?”

Vegas turns his head slightly from where he’s being pressed face-down into the floor, spares him a small smile and what might be a wink.

Once the door thuds shut behind them, Pete shoulders his way out of the hold the guards have on him, dusts his hands against the sides of his thighs before setting off down the hallway unprompted. He wills his heart rate to go down, affects a stoic expression as the guards move to flank him again.

He very carefully doesn’t move to adjust his shirt in any way. The shirt is Vegas’s, hastily thrown on and haphazardly tucked in as Pete rushed to get here, and is currently housing what Pete thinks is a USB stick — or whatever Vegas slipped down the back of his shirt as he palmed at Pete’s neck.

Pete pokes his tongue out, slowly licks at the side of his mouth to get at the blood Vegas smeared onto him, pulls his lip in to suck at the throbbing bite mark Vegas left behind. The metallic tang grounds him, sharpens his resolve.

It had felt like his chest was caving in, when they hauled him away from Vegas. But it's going to be okay.

Pete is going to walk out of here uninterrupted, without raising a single red flag. Then he’s going to use the information that Vegas probably risked his life for, that Vegas so cleverly handed off to him, that Vegas trusts him to use correctly. And then he’s going to hunt down the men pulling the strings in the shadows — the scum responsible for framing the man he loves — and he’s going to raze them to the ground.

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I think both Kinn & Porsche are looking at their respective lovers in the same light by the end of the episode. I think Porsche looks at Kinn and sees someone trusting the ex who stabbed him in the back and betrayed him and his family. And I think Kinn looks at Porsche and sees someone trusting the person he's warned him about countless times and whom he deems untrustworthy.

The quandary is that they both have a right to feel the way they feel. However, this is where their miscommunication comes into play because they're both wrong. And yes, I'm gonna make a prediction here and I could be wrong. I'll take the L if I am. Porsche doesn't trust Vegas and Kinn doesn't trust Tawan. That's it. Full stop. Due to their lack of communication, I'm sure they don't see it that way though. Plus, I imagine their own emotional hang-ups, trust issues, and personal insecurities play a part in convincing them of something that's probably not true. Let's take it a step further and have a big brain moment here.

Porsche can't show Vegas he doesn't trust him and he can't shut him down. The last time he went up against the minor family, he got choked out. Granted, it was to save him from a worse fate but that's what objectively happened. Kinn can't show Tawan he doesn't trust him either because he can't find out his true motives if he's elsewhere. Neither of the antagonists in this equation are stupid, so neither of them would show their hands to someone who's openly being suspicious and wary of them.

The only way they can get proof of their suspicions is if they keep them close. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. You can keep a better eye on your enemy if you're close to them. Now, do Kinn & Porsche have trust issues between them? Yes. Do I think both of them have done (or plan on doing) something that may look shady to the other when it comes to how they handle this whole thing? Yes. Kinn has to make a choice to gain the trust of his father and people while still ensuring that Tawan (and the mole) believe their plan worked. He still doesn't know who Tawan is working with. He thinks it's Vegas but he has no proof of that. Keeping Tawan in the house makes it easier to figure out who his partner is. But also, from this episode, we know that most of the guards notice more than they let on. Hell, this episode showed us that most of the people in the major family house notice and see things none of us thought they did. With that being said, no one knows who the mole is. The mole was most likely in that room when Kinn ordered Porsche to be locked up.

As for Porsche, he may run off with Vegas because he thinks he can get more evidence of his innocence and literally everything else. I think Vegas wears a mask around Porsche like he does around most people but I also believe that Porsche can outsmart him. It's like I've mentioned in my other meta post here - Vegas lacks self control and patience, so Porsche could quite literally wait him out because he will fuck this up. His arrogance will blind him to what's actually going on with Porsche and he will believe that he's beaten his cousin. Because while Vegas wears a mask, he doesn't realize that so do other people. He doesn't know Porsche but he believes certain things about him and that's why he utilizes the approach he does with him. He can read Kinn and he can even read Pete, it seems. He can't read Porsche though, which may be due to his arrogance and Porsche himself.

Now, this is all conjecture. I could be wrong about all of this or even some of this. Porsche may not have a plan and neither does Kinn. Maybe. But something tells me there is far more going on here with both of them, so I'm not pointing the finger at either one of them for this whole thing. All I ask is that you guys remember that and cut both of them some slack here. Give them credit because neither one of them lack intelligence. I'm pointing the finger at Vegas and Tawan though because they're the reason all of this is happening and it's quite clear that they're working together. With the help of whoever the mole is, of course.

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