#to use a quote i don't remember the origin of “oh fuck off you big lamp”
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me closing the curtains when the sun is still up and shining directly into my face 7.30pm
i don't care it's normal for the time of year the sun shouldn't be this bright and high up after 6
#to use a quote i don't remember the origin of “oh fuck off you big lamp”#my nocturnal ass does not enjoy the onset of summer#the pollen isn't helping either#i love nature in all its forms but sunshine is overrated#approximaterant#also#vast error#i guess for the image#because yeah jentha i agree#your land does kind of suck (not in a narrative way mind you)#(narratively it's great) (just in a wattsonian sense) (same way murrit sucks)#(as in “yeah they suck as a person in-universe and she's objectively obnoxious to basically everyone else including himself”)#(but that doesn't mean they're a bad character)#(quite the opposite)#(feel free to ignore this rant in the tags i got a bit carried away)
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Mutual Incorrect Quotes
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(writing this for the seventh time since Tumblr keeps deleting it-- I hate you Tumblr for deleting the original)
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@mysticmeena: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we keep in our house and I'm letting them know that it's private information.
@fuoon: This literally just says 'fuck around and find out'.
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@elychee: I lost Sidra.
@loekas: How did you lose Sidra?!
@elychee: To be fair, Sidra is very small.
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@d10nsaint: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?
@roseadleyn: Does anyone in this godforsaken house think before they speak?
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@elychee: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.
@sidra-29: Throw rocks at he.
@cerisearan: Kill him.
@mysticmeena: Hot Dogs.
@elychee: ...Thanks guys.
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@that-one-pretty-bitch: He died of natural causes.
@writerinthedeepwoods: Jacqueline, you pushed him off a building.
@that-one-pretty-bitch: Gravity is natural.
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@loekas: I just had a long talk with Solei and Brooke about hitting each other and now they're yelling 'It's my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence!' before hitting each other.
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@mysticmeena: I just want to live through one week without Brooke reciting a new verse of 'I Didn't Start The Fire'.
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@giyuus0nlywife: Brooke's in the kitchen.
@d10nsaint, reading the recipe: 'Beat three eggs', in what, hand to hand combat?
@roseadleyn: GET HER OUT.
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@giyuus0nlywife: The ocean is a soup.
@dxmoness: ...Do elaborate.
@giyuus0nlywife: What things are needed in a soup?
@dxmoness: Erm, water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer meat in mine.
@giyuus0nlywife: The ocean is a soup.
@dxmoness: The ocean is a soup.
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@elychee: Ah, I feel refreshed! Did you guys sleep well?
@rouecentric:
@d10nsaint:
@rouecentric: Well, my eyes closed for a little bit yesterday.
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@cerisearan: I drink to forget but I always remember.
@dion-s-lawyer: Mhm.. you're drinking orange juice.
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@d10nsaint: We have a problem.
@dion-s-lawyer: No, you have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.
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@rouecentric: Why don't humans have a specific sound that means 'there are bees here, let's leave immediately.' Why are elephants more advanced than us.
@loekas: We do have a specific sound for it. It sounds like this:
@loekas: 'There are bees here, let's leave immediately.'
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@dxmoness: Hey, can you recommend me a book that can make me cry?
@izumi-astra-123: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.
(no offense to @elychee and everyone else who likes / enjoys math <3)
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@writerinthedeepwoods: I wish I was a dinosaur.
@izumi-astra-123: Why, because they're big and scary?
@writerinthedeepwoods, deadpan: Because they're dead.
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@iwanttosleepforever1: I am going to need you to swear-
@that-one-pretty-bitch: Fuck.
@iwanttosleepforever1: ...swear as in promise.
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@fuoon: Do you even know what an amulet is?
@iwanttosleepforever1: Of course I do! I even eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions.
@fuoon: Those are omelettes.
@iwanttosleepforever1: Oh. Then I've got nothing.
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I'll make a part two since the tag limit for this post has been reached! I'm so so sorry if I forgot anyone, I tried to include everyone I could remember, please remind me if I forgot!
oh yes, this is one of two gifts for new year :)
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Inevitable - part two - Science shenanigans
(this part takes place a day later in case you couldn't tell)
Both Dr Sunshine and Julie were in the lab. She was organizing research notes, he was sorting some chemicals. The radio played a nice melody. Sunshine jumped along to the rhythm slightly, but at one point he swinged his hand a little too much and knocked off the test tube rack. Substances spilled on the table, the empty vial falling to the floor and breaking with a quiet clink. Luckily none were explosive and no reaction occured. But the memories came flooding back in. And all he could muster was a frustrated...
"Fuck!"
But he didn't stop. He kept thinking out loud, reminiscing, talking to no one specific.
"I was an existential criminal
So innocently cynical
Ignorant as fuck-"
Then Julie chimed in.
"But a proud individual!"
Dr Sunshine continued with his train of thought.
"Originally meant to live a God-damned miracle"
Julie chimed in again.
"Might've been metaphysical"
And Sunshine continued once more.
"But I think it was medical
Testing my hypothesis!
Never finding a theory!...
Emulating animals and mental aboriginals
A miserable fuck-"
She added in again.
"But a loud Tao mystical!"
He kept going.
"An enemy of ritual
Traditionally integral
To Biblical originals
But literally pitiful"
Then Julie took the lead.
"Too impatient for outpatient
Paging Doctor Leary...
Did you lose yourself?
It's always in the last place that you'd check!"
Sunshine answered.
"I might find myself..."
His voice lowered to a quiet tone for one sentence, then returned back to normal.
"By retracing my steps...
But I don't remember!
Well, I forgot myself
I don't remember
I don't remember 2012!
I don't remember how I forgot myself
I don't remember
I don't remember 2012!
I don't remember 2012!
I don't remember-
Wow, the whole year's a blur!"
He hummed along as he used his leg to move the glass shards under the table for the time being to avoid stepping on them. Then, he kept musing, his tone upbeat.
"I think I bought into the comedy
And brought a lot of oddity
An odyssey I thought to be
Consider a commodity!
And not until anomaly abolished my monotony
Did I applaud autonomy
And modify a lot of me
I'll escape this reality!
Be the next Houdini!"
For a second Sunshine posed like a magician, with a big touch of silliness to it.
"Oh, glory be Satori
But it's hallucinatory
And it's sure to be a story
I can tell in purgatory!
I said, once I've lost it
Can there be a
Mahaprajnaparamita?"
Then he dragged his assistant to dance, stepping and spinning to the music on the radio. She did not oppose, looked happy even. He leaned in, close to her face, and quoted her own words.
"Did you lose yourself?
Well, it's always in the last place you'd check..."
Then he pulled away, the two separating.
"I might find myself..."
Again, his voice quieted down just for this one, same sentence.
"By retracing my steps..."
They both tapped their feet along to the rhythm for a while, before Dr Sunshine spoke up again.
"Wow!
I don't remember how I forgot myself
I don't remember
I don't remember 2012!
I don't remember how I forgot myself
I don't remember
I don't remember 2012!
I heard the world would turn to hell!
Compared to that I'm doing well!...
Oh, I don't remember how I forgot myself
I don't remember
I don't remember 2012!
I don't remember how I forgot myself
I don't remember
I don't remember 2012!
I don't remember 2012!
I don't remember 2012!"
And as the song ended, the two laughed warmly like old friends. Sunshine sighed, gazing off into the distance with a hint of nostalgia.
– Now that I think about it, I really was a miserable fuck...
– A miserable fuck no more, doctor – Julie reassured, her casual tone carrying a wave of warmth as always. – You've grown to be a proud and intelligent individual
– Oh, did I?
– Your unusual genius is known all around the town. Many admire it greatly.
He smiled. He knew full well these were just empty words, but it was nice to hear them nonetheless. She grabbed a cloth and a broom from the far corner of the lab and approached the messy table.
– Let me clean this up, hm?
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Ok so 🍌, for a start
Also ⚡️- maybe from an older published work of yours?
And finally 🌈 but I’m going to bend the rules a tiny bit - Could you post a quote/detail from a published work that you hoped people would notice/mention but no one really did? If there’s any that you can think of lmao
KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH!!!! HERE
favorite funny quote from a wip
“You have a possessed guy in your basement?” Sticky said, voice a sort of distressed almost-shriek.
“Possessed like demons?” Kate said, sounding torn between awed (oh, man, was that cool) and thoughtful (already planning, determined).
“Unlikely,” said Number Two.
“That wasn’t a no,” pointed out Sticky, looking increasingly distressed.
“Very unlikely,” said Number Two, as if that made it better. Sticky made an upset noise and took off his glasses, beginning to polish them.
i'm not actually sure i'm going to use this but i PROBABLY will and it IS funny, if distressing in context
wild card: dealer's choice of quote from a completed work (older!)
ok here's a super long one bc i was just thinking about this again today<3
“It’s my fault,” spilled out from him like he couldn’t stop it, almost hysterical, a keening edge to it, “He’s gone, it’s my fault, I—I betrayed him, I’m—"
Milligan didn’t know what to do. He wanted to—to help him, to ground him, comfort him, but he didn’t know what to do.
Finally, half on instinct, he reached forward and lay a hand on his cheek, gentle but firm, cupping his face in a way Milligan hoped would ground him back in reality.
Mr. Benedict jerked slightly, but didn’t flinch away, blinking away tears as he finally focused on Milligan.
Once he seemed to register who he was seeing, he blinked again, tears catching on his lashes, face still flushed, and seemingly without realizing, leaned into the touch.
“Milligan?” he asked, voice small and uncertain.
“Yes,” said Milligan, relief overwhelming him and making his shoulders sag. “Yes, I’m here.”
Without meaning to, his thumb gently wiped away a tear. He supposed he couldn’t object to the instinctive move, not with how Mr. Benedict’s eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into it more, something shuddery and small in his breath.
When his eyes opened again, uncertain and teary but a little more focused, he said, very softly, “Have you seen Nathaniel?”
Milligan’s heart fell. “No,” he said again, and this time, his thumb swiping gently over his cheekbone was purposeful. “No, I’m sorry.”
-- from "feverish"
asker's choice: a detail i hoped someone would notice but no one mentioned (not bending the rules at all! those were just examples, any request works--although i suppose i did say wip in the original post, i meant to change it or add another for published works then legit forgot 😩)
im sure there was something but i can't fucking remember it so here's less a detail no one noticed and more just like, a bit/moment i really liked that no one mentioned. doesn't mean no one saw it , but like. yeah 😩
in ch3 of petals the last line like. oof. i don't know why i just like a touch of dramatic irony. and then like.
in ch4 of affectionate gestures<3 there's this bit that i just think is very cute and it's super long but i kind of just meant this "scene" so. yeah dfkgjfdg
She remembered one time they’d been in the garden when it hard started to rain—lightly at first, but turning into pouring surprisingly fast—and her dad had draped his jacket over her—warm and far too big and surprisingly comforting—and tucked her into his chest, sheltering her briefly—do we run for the door, he said over the pounding rain, or do you want to stay outside?
As he said this, his hat nearly flew away in the wind, and he barely grabbed it on time.
(It was very warm in his arms, despite the chill of the water and the wind, and between that and the jacket wrapped around her, it was hard to feel the pounding rain at all.)
No rain boots, she shouted back, and so they’d ran for the door, laughing and both of them soaking wet.
He looked kind of ridiculous, long hair plastered to his face and dripping wet, grinning widely down at her—her own hair was soaking wet and in her face, too, her hat was completely sodden and heavy with water—and he laughed, loud and bright and warm.
He had a real dad kind of laugh, like—like Santa Claus or something. Booming and happy. It brought back lingering echoes of memories, mostly-forgotten, a memory-of-a-memory, ghosts of her childhood. But it didn’t hurt, only made her feel a little warmer.
It was nice to remember things, even tiny things.
Mr. Benedict rounded the corner (“It’s raining,” Milligan deadpanned, and he said, “I can see that,” with laughter in his voice, although he didn’t seem close to passing out) and then Kate had immediately booked it towards him—oh no, no no no no, he laughed, skittering back, actually jumping over the couch (and visibly regretting it immediately) to get away, but she chased him anyway, dripping arms outstretched.
Rhonda watched all of this from the couch with great amusement, and said absolutely nothing (a staunch ally!) when Kate and Milligan exchanged a silent agreement and managed to trick Mr. Benedict into running directly into Milligan while attempting to dodge her throwing her soaking wet hat directly at his face.
He yelped in surprise—still laughing as he fell directly into Milligan who was, of course, soaking wet, meaning he was immediately dampened as well—and finally fell asleep.
Kate crashed into him on the other side, sandwiching him in and leaving him effectively trapped, even as Milligan was holding him upright.
When he woke, Milligan looked him in the eye, shaking his head a little—don’t you dare, he said, but he couldn’t stop smiling, and Kate made sure he couldn’t squirm away—he shook his head, not unlike a wet dog, nearly slapping both of them with wet hair, and the look on his face was hilarious—
It’s one of those moments where later it will really hit Kate that she’s part of a family now. Whether it be bickering with Constance, or playing games with Rhonda, or building something with Number Two, or these times with Mr. Benedict and her dad, she really was part of a whole family now.
And she had Reynie and Sticky, too, and even Ms. Perumal and Martina, and she wasn’t alone anymore.
just.....them all being a family......oh......
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Origins - Chapter VII
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz lightly tapped on the door, hoping that the sun was low enough that Rose wouldn't be hurt* Don't be home, don't be home, don't be home... *they mutter, wondering how they even talked themself into this*
<champi1612> *Rose didn't expect guests at this hour, not since Addict wandered off alone again. The villagers, afraid of mobs, usually have settled in for the night by now. He pulls out a tray of freshly baked potatoes and set it on the kitchen counter as he calls over to anyone outside.* Come in! The door isn't locked.
<ProcellaCor> Fuck me. *Quartz pushes the door in* It's your Brute. You /should/ lock your door, though. *They sigh, looking around for Rose* I uh- wanted to come talk to you. *they seethe it out like someone has a sword to their throat*
<champi1612> You can say it's Quartz, it's fine. *Rose takes off his big gloves things that people use for hot oven trays idfk and show Quartz over to his dinner table.* We can sit here, if you don't mind. I apologise, the place is small and there's not much room to properly greet my guests, not that I get many these days. I left the door unlock so the villagers can come in for anything any time they want, you can too, help yourself. What is it that you need? Do you want some baked potatoes? *He seemed cheerful, jumping all over the place like a puppy, boiling water for some tea and readying plates for his baked potatoes.* Stay for dinner, I insist.
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz stares as Rose flies all over the place* Okay you're- very happy. Did Addict actually ask you out or did they pussy out again? *They awkwardly sit at the table, looking like they might implode. Both because Rose is a /lot/ and because, well, in the nether, you just shove food into your mouth. They have no idea what the etiquette is in this world.* I, uh, I didn't come here to demand food, I assure you.
<champi1612> Did Addict what? *Rose sets the plate down in front of Quartz, glossing over whatever they were saying.* Demand? No. Of course not, I'm inviting you. You're one of us now, of course you get to have a taste of the best baked potatoes in the village!
<ProcellaCor> Okay guess not... *Quartz muttered* Addict isn't why I'm here either, actually. I uh- I've been looking around, trying to get a feel for the world. I know you told me to "rest" *they make air quotes" but that is not a thing I can do. I should at least make myself useful, if I'm "one of you", no? *They reach into idk a pocket somewhere and pull out a bouquet of poppies* I remember you said you liked these, and I just so happened to find some, so I thought... *they trail off, clearly embarrassed about it*
<champi1612> *Rose stares at the poppies for a moment, taken aback but clearly delighted.* Oh Quartz... *He smiles up at them brightly, nothing but pure, genuine joy in his voice.* You didn't have to.
<ProcellaCor> Do NOT read into this! *Quartz hands the flowers over* It was pure coincidence that I found them and remembered you like them, it doesn't mean anything, wipe that grin off your face before I do it for you. *There's less bite in their voice than normal, and their tail and ears indicate they aren't actually aggressive - just clearly trying to avoid making friends still for some reason*
<champi1612> *Rose takes the flowers into his hand, staring at them for a moment longer.* They're wonderful, thank you. *He goes over to plant them in a small vase, smiling and humming a happy little tune.* I'm glad you remembered I like them.
<ProcellaCor> I actually uh- had a question, too- well, two questions really. *Quartz sighs at themself, questioning why they're even getting involved* How /do/ you feel about Addict?
<champi1612> *Rose ears visibly perks up, but he remains turned away from Quartz, so they can't really see the change in his expression as Addict was mentioned.* Um- They're a great friend, that's for sure. They're amazing, and kind. We met and travelled together for a while, long before we found this village and decided to stay. Um- They make me feel safe.
*Quartz listens, and then they smirk* Yeah, I thought so. Listen, I'm not one for "emotions", clearly not like you are, but you two are... *they laugh a bit* You've both got it bad. And while I'm sure that works when I'm not around... I'm around now. And I have a /very/ low bullshit tolerance. Do you understand?
<champi1612> No... Not quite? *Rose turned around finally, a confused look on his face.* I think we're both very good friends, and um- I mean you're a good friend too, well- *Rose gets cut off by Quartz getting into his face and grabs him by the collar of his shirt.*
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz grips his shirt hard, scowling deeply* You're not that stupid. And as I just said, I have a very fucking /low/ tolerance for bullshit. I am not your friend, I am making an observation that a warden could see. You and Addict- *Quartz is cut off by the sound of war horns. They freeze up, but then they drop Rose* Stay here, and lock your fucking door, you'll be killed. *They turn away from him, drawing their sword* Addict will be pissed if I let anything happen while they're away, especially to you. *Without further confirmation, Quartz runs out the door into the fight, brave as ever, brutal as ever, ready to die as ever*
<champi1612> It saddens me that you think I'd be so easily intimidated. *Rose, already putting on his armour, says with a nonchalant smile.* Who do you think have been protecting this place all this time?
<ProcellaCor> *In the middle of the fight, of the midnight rain, Quartz is down in the mud. They had tried to fight an army alone after all. And Brute they were... they were only one person. They're pinned down by a ravager, their sword barely stopping it from tearing their throat out. Another pillager shoots their sword hand, forcing them to drop Aurora* No no no- *Quartz desperately reaches for it, but it's not enough. They army closes in, and Quartz realizes they're going to die. Like this.* fi se cum morior... *they spit it out, the last words they know to say. They shut their eyes, waiting for death. But-*
<champi1612> *Athena rips through the ravenger, tearing it cleanly in half and setting it corpse ablaze. Its blood and gore spurts out, covering half of Rose's face in the nasty substance, but he seems unphased, still keeping that same smile as he picks up Aurora, handing it back to Quartz and extending his hand out for them, offering to help them up.* You were in quite a bit of trouble there, weren't you?
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz stares up for a moment, staring at Rose, at the gore, at the warrior they didn't think he was. And then they smile, they take his hand and their sword* I'll thank you later, or- *They quickly jump past him, cutting an arrow headed for him down in midair* We can call it even. Come on, it isn't over yet. *Quartz looks back to another approaching ravager, that roars at the two of them. In response, Quartz hisses.*
<champi1612> I don't think it understands you. *Rose laughs, jumping straight at the beast, forcing his swords through its skull as Quartz splits it open.*
<ProcellaCor> *The battle lasts what feels like hours, well into the night. By the end, they're both covered in rain and mud and blood, and both breathing heavy. But it's finally over, at least. But of course, Quartz pushed themself too hard. Their back hadn't fully healed, they had already been tired, and they had tried to take them all on alone, until Rose got there. Right, Rose. They try to steady themself* Rose... are you... okay? *after they get the question out, they collapse into the mud, their consciousness slipping from them almost instantly.*
<champi1612> *Rose leans against Athena, clutching his side where an arrow has previously been. He managed to get it out, as much as he bitches about pain, now it was just a matter of control the bleeding and sterilising. He might have to get Quartz to help him. Right, Quartz. Rose suddenly hears a voice, and a loud thud on the ground.* QUARTZ- *He rushes over, pulling Quartz up from the ground and frantically checks for their pulse.* Okay- Okay. They're still here. *Sheathing his sword, Rose tries to get Quartz on his back and carries them home.*
<champi1612> *Rose lays them on the bed, a bit regretful about those white now stained bedsheets.* Pardon me. *He strips Quartz of their armour, and then their shirt, revealing their still open wound.* This is going to hurt but at least you're not around to bitch about it at me.
<ProcellaCor> I don't think I've ever heard you swear... or call me a bitch. *Quartz' voice is weak, barely there, they're barely even conscious* I like this version of you... a lot more... *They breathe it out, before they seem to slip away again, still bleeding, still barely able to hold on*
champi1612> *Rose flinches at the voice, but then just sighs.* Oh, you're still conscious. *Then, intentionally or not, he suddenly presses the steriliser soaked cloth against their wound.* Hold still, or it'll hurt even more. *Seemingly disregard any statement made about his sudden change of personality.*
<ProcellaCor> FUCK- *The sudden stinging sensation causes Quartz to shoot up, instinctively shoving Rose away. But their eyes are unfocused* Mater, te dixi- *they double over, grabbing the wound on their stomach, which only tears open the wound on their back* Draca… *They pant heavily* me... laedit…
<champi1612> God what did I just say. *There was no bite in his tone. Rose softens a little, putting a hand on Quartz' shoulder.* Lay down. Stay still. Or I'll leave you to be in pain by yourself.
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz grits their teeth, but their eyes seem to come into focus as they realize where they are* This bleeding thing fucking sucks... *they give a bitter laugh, some tears of pain actually rolling down their face. They lay back down, breathing hard* Were you hurt at all? *They turn their head slightly to look at him* I didn't- get your answer before I... yknow... *they let out a strangled breath, still in pain, but also apparently concerned* Addict will kill me themself if you got hurt…
<champi1612> *Rose stays fixated on their wound as the bleeding finally stops and the back wound seems like it can be left alone for now.* Addict knows me well enough to understand that if I got hurt it's only because I was reckless. *He turns Quartz over, wiping away a bit of blood on there stomach. The last thing Quartz need is to be overly concerned right now. Rose has puts a bandage over his injury, it will be enough to slow the bleeding down for now.*
<ProcellaCor> I'm supposed to protect you, that's my fucking j- *they get cut off by the pillow under their face as Rose turns them over. They let out a few choice words at him, before they turn their head, giving him a glare from hell.* Fuck you.
<champi1612> No, sorry. *He puts a last few pieces of bandages over their wound, tighten it and make sure everything is in place.* Right, okay, there we go. *He sighs, both out of relief and both because his own wound is starting to ache again, adrenaline and all has made the pain subside, but as those wear away, Rose bites his tongue, he needs to get home and deal with this.* I'm gonna go home. Just- Just tell me if you need anything else. Yeah? Get- some rest.
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz groans, but they push up a little, resting on their elbows so they can turn and look at Rose* You should have taken care of your own wounds first. That's the law of the nether, anyways. *They breathe hard as they slowly try and sit up, this time careful not to rip anything open* I might have some supplies for a healing- whatever Addict calls them. Poisons or whatever. Talk to the Cleric or something *They take in a deep breath* I'll get them in a second, just come sit down and hand me the damned bandages.
<champi1612> I'm fine. *Rose insisted, trying to head for the door.* And poisons mean they kill you. I would not like to die, not yet, at the very least.
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz takes their crossbow from beside their bed, shooting the door with enough force to close it in Rose's face. They know he can just phase through it, but they feel like he probably won't* I'm not asking.
<champi1612> *Rose turns back at Quartz, staring for a long moment, before he sighs and sits back down, begrudgingly compromising.* You really are a bitch.
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz cracks a smile* See? That's much better. I don't know about you, but I prefer honesty to some... front. *Quartz begins their work on the wounds, having a bit of a natural talent. They quietly clean and dress the wound, not saying a word, letting the silence sit heavy over both of them*
<champi1612> *Rose watches them carefully, mostly because he's afraid of the pain. But Quartz makes quick work, he'll give them that.* So... how do you like the village?
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz pauses for a moment, before they snicker a bit* You /really/ hate silence, don't you Rose?
<champi1612> *Rose simply shrugs.* I can't call myself a big fan of awkwardness
<ProcellaCor> If anything, it's less awkward. I'm much less inclined to call you a coward to your face now. *Quartz' tone is vague, intentionally unclear on whether that's a joke or not. They're quiet for another moment, before-* Why?
<champi1612> Why what? *Rose looks up to them, raising an eyebrow.*
<ProcellaCor> Why pretend to be all sunshine and rainbows? If I found it obnoxious, I can only imagine how it felt for you. *Quartz makes dead eye contact with them* Why pretend to be something you aren't?
<champi1612> This /is/ who I am. *Rose turns away, unable to keep the eye contact.* And it's better this way.
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz takes their hands from him, getting the feeling he doesn't want to be touched* But you're just... lying.
<champi1612> I'm not lying, at least I don't think I am. *Rose leans back a little, resting his head against the wall just to let his shoulders relax for a while.* And it's better, in a sense that I don't think you'd understand.
<ProcellaCor> You are lying to yourself, at the /very/ least. To say nothing of Addict. *Quartz scowls a bit deeper, standing suddenly* In a sense I wouldn't /understand/?! Try me.
<champi1612> *Rose isn't alarmed, his gaze follows Quartz. And he locks eyes with them, something in his own, something they have never seen before, something himself has never feel before, something so raw.* I don't know who I am before this. And I don't know who I will be after. Maybe you're right, maybe I /am/ lying, to myself and to Addict, maybe eventually those lies will have to come clean. And then I will be lost again. But it's better this way, right now.
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz' ears finally go back, signalling their true unhappiness with the situation. But it isn't quite anger, it's not that direct, not at Rose* I come from a /world/ of people lying about who they are. *their voice is low and emotional* You don't /need/ to know who you were before- whatever "this" is. But you /do/ need to know who you are now, and at least have the fucking decency to be honest about it. *Their tail flicks* You /are/ a coward.
<champi1612> You don't get it, and I was right. *Rose lifts himself up, though rather painfully.* Whoever I was before was a danger to others, whoever I am now is this, no matter what you think of me. What are you, then? You tried to be a piglin brute, and now you are still trying to be one. But you're not a piglin, vulpines weren't born to be brutes. When will /you/ be honest?
<ProcellaCor> *That gets them.* I /am/ a brute! I did not spend /years/ earning my place to let the likes of you dismiss it so easily. I protected my community, my /family/, even as the war destroyed everything! Even when I lost my mother, and I learned I would be the LAST vulpine! You say vulpines aren't born to be brutes, they're not being born /at all/. *Furious tears gently stream down their face as they snarl at him, fully fluffed up and angry* /You/ don't know what /I've/ been through. You don't even know what YOU'VE been through.
<champi1612> Exactly. *Rose stands at the doorway, lingering for a moment.* I don't know what you've been through, I don't know what I've been through. Despite everything, look where we are. I am not lying, Quartz. No matter what you think of me. Just like how you insist you aren't either.
<ProcellaCor> *Quartz makes a noise, still crying as they try to reign their emotions in.* I'm /not/ lying. I /am/ a Brute, I served as a Brute to a Bastion for more years of my life than worth counting. You want to insist certain species can't be certain things? Fine, be my guest, and avoid the sunlight for the rest of your life. I hope the shadows are worth it.
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Young Sheldon Rant (kinda long sorry also probably a whole bunch of spoilers)
Don't mind me I just spent the last 4 hours crying over Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory/Young Sheldon.
I have been trying to watch Young Sheldon recently but it's near impossible to watch season 4 anywhere in Australia for some reason.
I just keep thinking....that poor kid. He is clearly mentally ill and there is nothing wrong with that i mean I am for pete's sakes, but the way his family treats it is heartbreaking.
I know its set before the 2000's so the stigma towards mental illness was even worse than what it is now but for fuck's sakes he clearly needs help. In fact his family makes it worse.
One moment they are treating him like an adult, letting him get a job, go to college stuff like that.
But the very next moment they treat him like he is 5. His mother mainly does this and while I can understand it, the level of neglect her other 2 children must feel is scary.
Georgie (His older brother if anyone reading didnt know) even states it in the original show, So much was sacrificed just to make Sheldon happy and again.....it's his mum that does this. She accommodates him almost all the time, she treats him like a toddler despite him pretty much being 13 by season 4/5.
(Random fun fact my pet conure is named Georgie, not after him but after a pineapple duck character Moriah Elisabeth on youtube made)
In the main show it makes us believe that Sheldon's dad is the quote on quote *Bad Parent* while his mum was the good one. Honestly I think it's the reverse. Now don't get me wrong, neither of them are abusive or cruel. I am just saying that when grown up Sheldon talks about his father it's almost always about something bad. His alcoholism, the time he caught his father cheating on his mother, the constant fights the parents would have all the time (Often about money or himself).
Actually now that I think about it, Sheldon did say something that makes it sound like his dad hit him or at least threatened to. It was along the lines of "Stop crying or I will give you something to cry about" which I have heard plenty of stories from real people that talked about being hit. I highly doubt that he went through with the threat, he never gave off that vibe during the show and it's like the only time Sheldon brings it up to my knowledge.
His mother on the other hand oh ho ho (why did I type that?) was just all over the place. 1 moment she was the perfect Christian mother doing her best with a *ehm* "Gifted" son. The next she would be picking fights with neighbors, hiding money from her husband though this could be somewhat justified and refusing to let Sheldon grow up normally.
Now remember, I have seen next to nothing of season 4 and have only had what appear to be glimpses into his fathers' death/infidelity so forgive me if I have some facts wrong.
(Ha this was meant to be about Sheldon but I am mainly talking about his family....sorry)
Missy is also very similar to her adult counterpart but again less mature since she would be the only 1 of the 3 kids to not be in highschool. I love how they gave her a real personality and didn't just make her the stereotypical sister who loves girly things and boys and stuff. She is honestly very funny, has a wide range of emotions, likes to set fires and gets annoyed when Sheldon is being well...Sheldon. Now I am not sure if this was someone's headcanon or something the show actually implied and that I missed because I watched all 12 seasons of BBT in less than 2 weeks but I remember reading somewhere that she grows up to have a unhealthy relationship with alcohol just like their dad and I hope it's not true. I loved it when Mee Maw makes the Baseball coach give her a chance at playing and how despite her reason for joining was to get close to a guy Missy ends up really enjoying the game and it opened up bonding moments with the dad.
Mee Maw (aka grandma) was fine I guess. We only saw her once in the original show and other then being protective of her grandson we knew nothing else about her. So it would not be that hard to give her a personality and they gave her a great one. She treated all the kids the same and helped them whenever possible but she had a life outside of her family. My favorite scene with her though is when she tells Missy that the reason why her mum was so religious was because something went wrong when she was born and her mum promised to be the perfect christen if god would let Missy live and it worked (in her mind anyway.) It was so heartwarming and was such a good way to explain way the mum was so devoted to her faith. The whole "She dates someone with a lot of similar querks to Sheldon" thing seemed odd to me (All romance is odd to me lets be honest) I did enjoy his character.
Speaking of John Sturgis I honestly did not expect his character to get as dark as it did. Not dark as in "He was bad man that did bad things" I mean dark as in he had a mental illness (Dementia I think? correct me if I am wrong) that was affecting him so badly that he had to be placed into a hospital for a while. I am sad that Sheldon never brought him up in BBT and I assume it's because he didn't exist yet. He basically became Sheldon's second Grandfather figure since his bio one died when he was....I want to say between 4 to 6. After season 2 though he wasn't really in it as often anymore. In fact Mee Maw was dating a different man.
(Speaking of the second man is he dying? The most recent episode I saw which was the S3 final showed him acting super weird and suddenly becoming more religious so I think this is the case. I don't care about spoilers so please tell me.)
Also I just thought that I should say I resonate with Sheldon to a alarming degree. We have very similar quirks, we annoy anyone that talks to us, had complicated relationships with our fathers and overall were just the weird kids that nobody liked. The big difference being that Sheldon is a genius while I cried so hard during a maths quiz that I was cut from not only that class but my biology one as well, also I got put into a lower level english class. I passed by the skin of my teeth i'll tell you that much.
This is long as sin so I shall do a part 2 of just Young Sheldon himself.
If anyone actually cares please give me your opinions, any corrections I may need to make and tell me if you want me to talk about the minor characters as well.
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PARTY FAVOURS | A MYSTERIOUS INTERLUDE
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This is a scrapped chapter. Originally, I was planning to 1) give Reader a longer, more intense destructive streak before her ending up with Tony. I planned three or so chapters that involved an abusive Quentin Beck, but, ultimately decided that to be too cliché. 2) I had planned to write at least 30% of the fanfic in Tony's/third person POV. This chapter would have been number 11/12 - Tony would have rejected her advances in the lab & she would have got hooked on Beck's charming facade.
Why am I publishing this? It seems like a waste if effort to shelf it, plus, it's Tony's POV. You can skip it since it has no relation/bearing on the current story. Just a tiny "what might have been" tidbit.
It was a moment's notice. One second, they're standing in a group, laughing, soaking in the warmth from the fireplace, chattering amongst themselves, telling tall tales and sipping their liquor. It all goes black briefly, and then they are surrounded by darkness - it's nearly impenetrable, so thick that their voices echo in it.
Tony's body was encompassed by the nanotech suit immediately after his eyes and his brain adjusted to the rapid change of surroundings. His teammates, too, had their skills honed on an instinctive level - the faint thump of Mjölnir in Thor's hands, the golden-green glow of his brother's magic, whirring of Barnes' prosthetic arm. Steve's shield stayed tucked behind the living room couch but his enhanced physique and readiness to fight 24/7 has him covering the unenhanced Clint and Natasha in mere seconds.
Tony was mostly angry rather than afraid. The team was having a good time at his party and the chance encounters of weird shit like this had been reduced to nearly zero percent possibility thanks to Friday's screening process: supervillains, Hydra agents and the likes strictly prohibited on Stark-owned premises.
It was a strange coincidence Banner had to take a break to check up on one of his experiments not even five minutes before the rest of the team was experiencing the strange change in scenery. Speaking of Strange, the sorcerer also was nowhere to be seen - Tony distinctively remembered seeing Stephen ten feet away from the bar, engaged in a hearty debate with the lead of SI's Medical Engineering department.
"This is not magic," Wanda piped up from behind him, confused. "I don't feel anything on the usual frequency. It sounds more like Friday humming in the walls, like electricity."
Good to know, Tony thought. It was nice having someone who was familiar with the undiscovered side of science - after all, Tony had always considered anything 'magical' to be science he had not personally understood yet. Wanda's most redeeming quality in Tony's eyes was the fact that more often than not she seemed to be as clueless as everyone else when it came to her powers and didn't act so high and mighty as some other people. Cloaked people, and horned people, for example.
"The fuck, man? I was hoping, just one evening, one normal evening with my beer and wings," Clint whined. Tony could hear Natasha huffing in annoyed agreement.
"Mr. Stark, what are we going to do?" His very own spider-child, on the other hand, sounded distraught. Peter's voice has this funny thing it does when the boy is upset but tries to hide it: it quivers on the vowels, wobbles slightly.
Tony had to blindly grope the air for a moment before his arm found Peter's shoulder. The boy was shivering and took the offered comfort eagerly, folding into the older man.
"Okay, whoever is pulling this stunt, my advice is: don't," Tony sighed, 12 000% Done With This Shit™, exclaiming loudly. "If that's a prank, stop it or speak up. If you got beef, then you got some nerve doing this in my tower. Show yourself."
He could feel the fine hairs on his neck stand up as the team tensed next to him, readily gearing up to pounce. Peter was vibrating in Tony's arms and the billionaire suddenly remembered the curious side-effects of Peter's powers, the spidey-sense. It must have been going absolutely haywire - the kid nearly hyperventilated himself into a heart attack.
"Stark, I must apologise for the uncomfortable circumstances. Believe me, it was a necessity - you always demand attention, whereas I need people to pay attention to me for a moment. Don't worry, you'll get yours when the time is due."
The voice was vaguely familiar. Male, slightly nasal but quiet and creeping. Insinuating. It lacked the usual boisterous bravado of a mid-grade bad guy, Tony had to take an educated guess that the owner of the mysterious voice was well-off, white. Privileged. No hint of desperation in it, as if the man was pitying everybody.
"The fuck? Q, is that you?"
Oh shit, Tony realized in muted horror. She must've been hanging around somewhere in their vicinity - which wasn't unusual, the girl usually orbited around Barnes, Wanda, Peter or Bruce. All of whom were present at the party. Tony had forgotten about her, to his shame, somehow having had automatically assumed she trotted out of the room on Bruce's heels. His science bro and her acted like conjoined twins when it came to their scientific ventures.
"Stop talking," The man growled, the voice suddenly coming from a very different direction. Tony heard a distinctively feminine yelp, albeit muffled. Peter violently jerked in Tony's arms. The engineer put the superstrength of his suit to use, holding the teenager down.
"Aw, hell no!" She yelled, the indignant shrieking followed by the sound of a moist palm slapping something glass...y? "What the fuck? I am asking you again. Are you... Oh my God, are you wearing a fishbowl on your head? Ow, motherfu-" The rest of the sentence is muffled, garbled. Whoever this "Q" was, she obviously knew him and he had silenced her. And, apparently, Q had an uncanny choice of headwear.
Tony was sure the rest of the team had followed his lead on doing a spit-take. They've fought enough supervillains with more than questionable fashion sense but a fishbowl? That was new.
"Be quiet, baby. It's for your own good. I don't want to hurt you if I can help it," The Fishbowl chastised her.
Tony's confusion once again returned to irritation at the frivolous way the villain addressed his science buddy. Peter's friend would have been more accurate but Tony had put her into the 'science bro' category not too long ago. They were close, as much as they could be, with the age gap and totally different interests and... The immense amount of guilt Tony felt for his attraction towards the girl. He was a dirty old man and she was barely an adult.
Every damn day Tony did his best to avoid making a shiny, big, new problem. Yet her brains and her wit and the uncanny ability to pull anybody into a conversation had a firm hold on his attention.
"Leave her alone," Stark angrily declared, powering up a repulsor. "What do you want? Party crashing isn't allowed in my tower anymore."
"What I want, Stark, is for you to give credit where it's due," The man answered simply, giving Tony just enough time to shove Peter behind him towards Natasha and take a tentative step forward.
The soft glow emanating from the repulsor illuminated barely two inches around his hand. The darkness surrounding it seemed to swallow the light. Tony moved on quiet feet towards the voice, easily avoiding furniture. His memory was good and he knew his tower, his home, better than anyone else.
"Did I hear that correctly, you're accusing me of plagiarism?" Tony tried for indignant, hoping to provoke the man into an inevitable, drawn-out speech where he lists all the wrongs Tony ever did him, giving the team precious time to regroup and form some semblance of a plan.
"Yes," Q simply answered, pausing for a second. "I hope you enjoy your next adventure. It certainly will show you the potential of my creation."
Tony shared a muted sound of confusion with the rest of the team.
"Q, I am very disappointed," To Tony's horror, th girl stared talking again. She sounded somewhat breathless, and closer to him than before. "Stop it with the dick measuring contest, you're a grown ass man. Go work for OsCorp, or Hammer, drink your sorrows away." She sounded so tired. And even closer to him.
"This is not a dick measuring contest!" Q roared suddenly and wow, that man was unstable. "This was my life's work, my creation, he insulted, berated and threw away!"
"I get it, I really get the whole 'being discarded and thrown away' thing," She replied, somewhat sarcastically. "But you know what? I'll be damned and I'll be fucked if I give some piece of shit any more of my undivided attention. They don't want me? Fine, they can fuck off and take their complaints with them." Her speech was periodically interrupted by shuffling noises.
Tony didn't dare to interrupt, seeing now the possibility of Q being actually calmed down by a teenager (probably) quoting some teen drama TV show.
"But going full Joker? You're a brilliant man, Quen, I wouldn't even look at you twice if not for your brains and your baby blues, however I don't fuck with the bad guys. That shit kills," The hand that rested on the wrist cuff of Tony's suit unmistakably belonged to her. She had the remnants of some sort of wire around it, sleek and quicksilver-shiny, irritating the tender skin under it. "And I want to live. You've gone and pissed off an entire crew of supers and I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think, Quen," There was genuine sadness in her voice.
Tony stood silent in confusion.
Whoever this Quen was, they obviously shared a close relationship. Tony's brain ran through the list of her friends, her relatives - there was nobody named Q, Quen or even remotely similar. Natasha had mentioned a possible boyfriend at some point but the man sounded too old for that, he was at least thirty. Or maybe? Tony wouldn't put it completely past the girl, if judging by the blatant way she flirted with Bruce. With himself.
"Baby, this is not about you. I don't want to hurt you," Quen replied, a hysterical edge to his voice. Something began flickering in the distance, attracting Tony's attention to the shape of a man with a round sort of helmet and a red, billowing cape (hello, 2012-Thor!).
"Too late, Quen. You've tied me up and you went on to attack my friends. I've already told you that if you yell at me one more time, I will leave you. So I guess this is it," Her voice broke at the end, pitiful sniffles following the statement.
Tony watched the exchange, mildly uncomfortable and very concerned. The man yelled at her? That was absolutely unacceptable, however, what else could one expect from a maniac with a flair for the dramatic?
The girl bodily placed herself in front of Tony, standing, doing nothing but rubbing her wrists. It was then that the engineer noticed Q nearing them, the shape becoming distinctively closer. And - yep, there it was - the fishbowl on his head. It completely obscured him, making his face invisible, unrecognisable.
The man seemed rather fixated on the girl standing in front of Tony. He floated in front of her, ignoring Tony, taking her bound hands in his own. A brief click and a hiss later, her wrists were released and the contraption fell freely to the floor where it landed with an oddly heavy thud. Tony hoped there was no lead in that thing - supervillains were dangerous but lead poisoning was cancerous and fatal.
"Baby..." Quen timidly touched her face with a leather-bound glove. "I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm sorry." Tony took the chance to examine the man's costume. If anything, it looked somewhat steampunk-y? There was a lot of bronze, and the chest brace had some sort of glowing lines on it. Power storage units?
She stared up, towards the man's hidden face. "M'sorry, Quen," She mumbled, going in for a hug. Or that's what Tony thought. The majestic cape that billowed behind Quen was unceremoniously yanked from his body as the girl ducked, covering herself with it, yelling: "TONY, NOW, SHOOT, SHOOT!"
Tony did just that, shot Quen flat in the chest and the man stumbled backwards, tripping on the cape - such a stupid, unexpected thing. But Tony knew, his girl was clever and resourceful. Pride swelled in his chest as he shot the man again, Rogers running out from behind him blindly, body-slamming Quen into the ground for good measure. Two hundred pounds of supersoldier later, the battle was over before it even started.
"No!" The villain shouted as Steve pressed and popped the hilarious glass contraption on his head. The accessory was no match for the Captain's super strength. Tony immediately recognised the man as his former employee, Quentin Beck, and it clicked for him. It was totally a personal vendetta.
"This stuff is tough, plexiglass, maybe," The Captain remarked, pointing at the scattered shards around Beck's head. "It appears to be augmented too, some kind of tech, I don't know. You're good at this, Tony," Steve chuckled humorlessly, roughly turning Beck around and securing his hands with a pair of vibranium-reinforced handcuffs. God only knew where he'd gotten those from.
"Good at what? Making enemies?" Stark couldn't resist the self-depricating joke.
"Stop it, Tony," Natasha's gently admonishing voice interrupted Steve's incoming lecture. Tony, for once, was thankful that the Widow interrupted. He was in no mood to listen to another one of Steve's speeches.
"Who do you work for?" That deadly gleam in Natasha's eyes was terrifying and Beck was only a man.
"I don't work for anyone but myself, thanks to Stark," He spat venomously.
Natasha cocked an eyebrow in Tony's direction.
"Fired him years ago, this guy was going nuts. Brilliant but crazier than a bag of cats," Tony replied, feigning nonchalance. He could feel a mild headache begin to gnaw at his skull. "We worked on a project together, he got upset that I refused to weaponize it. We had a falling out. End of story." With that, Tony stood up, retracing his suit to only leave the gauntlets on his hands, gathered the various pieces of tech the good captain had removed from Beck's persona and made way towards the nearest table.
Or where he thought it was. All of them were still surrounded by the uncanny darkness. The anxiety that Tony forcefully shut down reared it's ugly head as soon as he lost physical touch with his teammates. He stumbled, his foot catching onto something on the ground.
"Ow, motherfucker!"
"Buttercup, I haven't fucked your mother nor I plan to," He snarked back automatically, flooded with relief at the sound of the familiar voice.
"Hope so. She'd probably bite your dick off if you try," A hand was groping his calf and then she stood up in front of him, still clutching the ridiculous cape. It appeared to be a source of light, which was very strange. The girl looked positively demonic, illuminated by red light, face scrunched up, eyes puffy, and clothing in disarray.
"You good?" Tony managed to choke out, confusion and worry and anxiety making his chest tight.
"Balmy. My boyfriend is a homicidal maniac with an inferiority complex," She sassed, an edge of panic to her voice. "Oh, and he tried to kill one of my best friends. I am fine and dandy."
"Your boyfriend?" That was the only thing Tony heard. Bat-shit crazy Beck, his babygirl's boyfriend? There was no way in Hell he'd allow such a thing...
"My ex-boyfriend, I guess," She sighed, removing the cape from her persona. Refusing to meet his eyes, fiddling with the hem of her top. "Here," The girl abruptly thrust the cape at him. "This is a funny thing, it's like a hologram but you can actually touch it. You should, uh, probably disinfect it, or something. I've been on-uh, around it many times," It was so unlike her, the fumbling, the embarrassment, Tony wanted to wheel her straight to medical to check if she's gotten concussed again.
Then his brain caught up and all he saw was red. Figuratively and literally - the cape was still in his face, loosely hanging from her outstretched hand. She must've seen the look on his face.
The step she took back was quick and worrying. "Forget I said that, I don't know why I said that. Oh, god."
"What were you thinking?" Tony inhaled a solid lungful, prepared to make his opinion very clear. "Getting involved with a lunatic! For a second I actually thought you were smart, there isn't a chance you missed that the guy is short of a few marbles," His voice was quiet, the one of a calm fury. His words cut deeply and he could see the hurt, the shame in her eyes, on her face. Tony knew he'd regret it later however his brain insisted it was a necessary evil. He continued ranting until he ran out of breath. "Not to mention he's, what, twice your age? And he yells at you and tells you to shut up? It didn't ring any alarm bells in that pretty little head of yours?"
"Tony, stop," Steve's hand landed on the engineer's shoulder and he simply shrugged it off, staring at the quivering girl in front of him.
She was crying, silently, few tears pooling in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks, leaving ugly streaks in her make-up. Tony expected her to sass him, to argue back, to yell obscenities like she usually did when something or someone upset her but he was met with hurt, stunned silence. His worst fear came true when she looked away, shrugging.
He'd seen this sort of dejected shrug the time her father drugged her and... She just took it. She expected it, even, his outrage, his disappointment. Being hurt and mistreated was the norm for her, Tony realized belatedly. There were too many parallels between them both that made him uncomfortable deep inside. His chest felt tight, regret washing over him like a tsunami wave.
"I'm turning on the lights, close your eyes for maximum comfort," Strange's voice announced suddenly, causing everybody to jump and shudder. Tony complied begrudgingly. The sudden influx of light was painful even from behind closed eyelids. His headache became a full-on dull throb.
"What happened?" "Are you okay?" "Is everybody alive?" Resonated across the room. Tony spied several small drones smoking and crackling next to the exit door, Stephen Strange closing a portal he must've used to evacuate the civilians.
The puddle of red holographic cape on the floor. And her hastily retreating back. Damn.
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Today is, officially, the last day of 2020 - so it's literally just in time that I'm getting to @aosrecweek's amazing challenge. But that does go to show the nature of this crazy year a little bit, right? Time has just been INSANE, and I honestly cannot believe it's so close to over.
That said, I want to put it out there that everyone - absolutely everyone - who created something in this mad year, is a SUPERHERO. Like. We could have hidden away in dark corners, curled into little balls, and lost touch with our creativity entirely - but instead, we made some of the most fantastic content I have ever seen. And, excuse the language, but that is fucking amazing, of each and every single one of us. We're bloody INCREDIBLE, you guys. We really are.
Now, the rules of this challenge dictate that I've got to start with some of my own things, then repeat with the same number of creations by other people. So I'm going to do that, and I apologise for the sheer length (and self-plug-iness) of what is about to follow - but, bloody incredible, remember? I really mean that. 💜💜💜
My Own:
you could call me babe for the weekend - 19k of Spideychelle being oblivious, mutually pining IDIOTS while being snowed in. And, you know, fake dating. (This thing was SO MUCH FUN to write and though, yeah, it got completely out of control, as evidenced by the 19k, I still really love it.)
'tis the damn season - my first attempt at writing a multi-chap, and, yeah, it only has one chapter as of now, but I really love said chapter. Basically, it's Daisy and Mackelena being friends, and honestly just the BEST friends - I adore the style I managed to achieve in this thing. Plus, the Skimmons I have planned up next is going to be da bomb.
the closest thing - Philindaisy plus fake family. Also; amusement parks. And for a fangirl like me - well, it was pretty much a dream come true to write!
oh valley of plenty - in this fic, I basically told myself, so AoS won't give us Huntingbird in the finale? Fine. I'll just do it myself then - in the fluffiest way possible. And that's exactly what I did - making them, and their kids, be best friends in Perthshire.
maybe life should be about more - a very angsty Skimmons and Daisy-centric AU, focusing on the internalised homophobia Daisy has experienced through her life, and shaking it off (and eventually, y'know, getting together with Jemma.)
and it's dark in a cold december (but i've got you to keep me warm) - Fitzsimmons just make such a supreme pairing for hurt/comfort, what with how insanely well they understand each other and care about each other, so I'm really glad for the Fitzsimmons Secret Santa giving me the chance to write this! Basically, this follows our science duo through a stressful mission on Christmas Eve (so yes, it's a mission fic!!) and realising that the two of them can do anything together.
july second - ahhh, one of my personal favourites to write! Daisy birthday surprise fluff will always be top-notch for me, especially for all the team-as-family fluff you can add in, especially especially that this is set in Staticquake times! Also, it's from Hunter's point of view, which will forever be the most insanely fun thing to write, I do think.
i just wanna be with you - man, I'm such a big royal fan, so getting the chance to write a modern royalty AU for my OTP was nothing short of amazing!! This is Princess Daisy and her fiancée Lincoln Campbell at their official engagement interview
see the line where the skye meets the sea - shameless season 1 bby Bus Kids fluff, featuring movie nights, singalongs and... so much fluff your teeth will rot. Also I'm really freaking proud of the pun in the title okay
'cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need - Huntingbird waking up together fluff (because, fight me, Huntingbird in their sweet moments is one of the sweetest things you will ever get to read or write.) This is also my, fluffy, take on the origin of the Franny's Saloon keychain.
we love you, we love you (and we hope you love we too) - aha, my first polyship fic! Also my first try at some actually fancy HTML formatting (forever thanks to Kat for explaining.) Both of these things combined to form a fic that even I think is ridiculously fluffy and funny, and kinda amazing, at that.
and man I don't know where the time goes (but it sure goes fast like that) - Another Bus Kids movie night fic, but this one set post-season 7, and reflecting on how far they've come. A little bit more hurt/comfort-y than it's pure fluff prequel, but still super fluffy and soft. And, of course, with a happy ending.
she shares my dreams, i hope that someday, i'll share her home - snowy Fitzsimmons fluff, complete with them falling in love at the Winter Olympics, as you do.
then you walked in and my heart went boom - 16k of Dekesy for the wife, and remarkable for that, because literally a month ago from this, I hated Dekesy with my entire soul. Then I started reading Kat's fics, and, well, fell in love with them... so much so that I wrote sixteen thousand words of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, bed sharing holiday fluff for them.
a love like that - a Fitzsimmons Cinderella AU, featuring my two favourite science babies, in true science bby style, falling in love over science and how stupid the whole courting thing is. Also, Daisy makes a brief appearance, and she's the freaking best.
ever after - ah, probably the one single fic I'm proudest of. A post-season 7 Daisy character study focusing on her emotional rollercoaster re: losing her family/things never being the same again, which just achieves... an emotional level that I have never managed to replicate again. I was full-on sobbing while writing it, and, guys, it also part-holds the Closest To Making Kat Cry prize.
blue - Daisy character study spanning snapshots of seven seasons, and before - but tied together by something blue in every moment. Researching for this, and finding all the blue moments, was very interesting, and immensely satisfying, especially since all the moments where a little bit of blue was present actually combine to chronicle Daisy's journey on the show remarkably well.
who is that girl I see - the one time I decided to write straight angst, and straight angst with no happy ending. Melinda May post-Bahrain, folks.
take my hand, take my whole life too - aww, the first thing I wrote that I really and truly loved. A Staticquake and Fitzsimmons Actors AU, featuring a proposal on set and INCREDIBLE amounts of fluff and softness.
hold out your hand, 'cause friends will be friends - the wife's favourite, and, as second fics go, pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. It's a Soulmates AU for Staticquake and Mackelena, with the focus being on DaisyMack friendship, and lots of denial, angst, and guilt about finding their soulmates. (They figure it out eventually, don't worry - it's me, of course I made them happy.)
Fitzsimmons + Fake Dating moodboard - Fake dating will always be FAB, and picturing it out in a moodboard - especially for my clueless bby best friends in love - was the best, and super satisfying.
Staticquake + Orange moodboard - One of the cooler ideas I had for Trick or Treat (which I still have not finished, heaven help me) was to make a series of moodboards for my OTP plus different colours. This orange one is just so light, and cheerful, and happy, and honestly I kinda adore it.
This Philindaisy + Family Moodboard - making moodboards can be insanely frustrating when you just can't find the photo that fits exactly right. With this one, however, I found all the pics I needed pretty insanely fast, and, better, the whole thing just worked, and really nicely so, too.
This Bus Kids + Baking Cookies moodboard - there's absolutely NO faults to be found with tiny, adorable Skye, Fitz and Jemma concocting choc chip cookies - but I'm actually doing a tiny cheat here, because, cute as my moodboard here is, the accompanying fic by my love @eowima is the SWEETEST and best thing you could ever wish for!!!
This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - Day 3 of Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week focused on an emotion, and I picked confidence and power, because honestly, it's nothing short of amazing how confident and powerful our gorgeous girl has become.
This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - One of the times I wish I could gif, because this quote about struggling though never giving up just suits Daisy perfectly. The photos I found are cool, though, and I mean, it's Daisy, so that's already absolutely fabulous.
Other People's:
I managed to find twenty-six of my own things that I liked enough to put up there (because, yes, I'm that big a dork, 26 things for me being 26 is the way to go :D) Anyway, now that gives me the amazing chance to spotlight twenty-six of my favourite creations by my FANTASTIC mutuals! 😍
To start, my wife - Kat said I couldn't put everything she's ever written on here, so, ugh, I guess I'll just do my top five then. *grumbling* Everything by Kat is on here in spirit, though!!
Chasing Cars (even after the story ends) by @aleksandrachaev - the epic Dekesy roadtrip AU and incredible Daisy character study itself, which, I do believe, finishes today!! Words aren't enough to describe how freaking AMAZING this thing is, or how spectacularly well characterised. Just: if you haven't read this yet, you are missing out. You will laugh, you will groan, you will want to wrap Daisy in a very tight hug, and you will probably cry, too. This fic just has it all, really!
there goes the maddest man this town has ever seen by @aleksandrachaev - the post-season 7 Deke-crashes-the-Framework-Zoom-call fic I didn't know I needed (but spent the next two weeks rereading every single night.) It is absolutely INCREDIBLE, with all the Deke & Team feels we missed in the final outro scene, and honestly just the most fantastic writing. I cannot recommend it enough!
To Box It Up And Start Again (everything must go) by @aleksandrachaev - bloody hell, this BROKE me. Deke never really got to say goodbye in canon, but Kat gave him the chance to do it here. And, my freaking GOODNESS, she made it so incredibly bittersweet and heart-shattering. 10/10
i am a leaf on the wind by @aleksandrachaev - a little bit of a stretched-out, reflective moment in the season 7 finale. As Daisy lingers on the edge of death, she reflects on all the lives she could have had - and, man, what a study in bittersweetness!! This entire fic is utterly incredible, and something I think all Daisy fans should read.
Falling Into Place by @aleksandrachaev - here's a tiny cheat from me (sorry, babes, lmao) because technically this isn't one fic, but a series of three. Way too amazing to miss out on, though!! Set mid-season 7, this has the Chronicoms go after a young Mary Sue Poots to kill Quake before she can become a problem for them. They stop the Chronicoms, yes, but not without a TREMENDOUS dose of feels and hurt/comfort. There's also a wonderful little dose of Dekesy friendship, and then an adult adoption (!!) that honestly made my entire day to read. Actually, that's true for the entire series - I really canNOT yell about it enough!!
destroyer of worlds by @bobbimorseisbisexual - a study in incredible parallels between Jiaying's daughters. Utterly breathtakingly done, this will give you ALL the feels for this small and complex Inhuman family.
Muscle Memory by @robotgort and @bobbimorseisbisexual - a Huntingbird!! Bones!! AU!! And also a collaboration between two of the most fabulous Huntingbird authors in the fandom - honestly, what more can you ask for?! This will make you laugh, and gasp, and wince, and keep you guessing at each new plot twist (and also screaming at your screen for Hunter and Bobbi to get their acts together and TALK ABOUT IT.) In short: it's completely and utterly amazing, and I cannot, cannot recommend it enough!!
You Belong Among the Wildflowers by @libbyweasley - a freaking incredible Scis & Spies Regency AU! I only just started reading, but I was hooked all the way through, especially on the way Libby writes all four characters' complex relationships (and their attraction, and their history!) Everything about it is just completely stunning, and I for one cannot WAIT for these beautiful idiots to figure out they all belong together.
Family Snapshot by @tomatobookworm - if it's family fluff you're after, especially Staticquake family fluff, look no further! This tremendously soft and utterly amazing fic follows a day in the lives of a pregnant Daisy and her husband Lincoln, and their not-so-little family of Inhumans, both adopted and biological. There's also shopping with Grandma May, lots of feels, lots of shippiness, and just AMAZINGNESS all the way through!!
Best Day Ever by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Jemma and Daisy want to adopt a pet, and make a very special trip to Wisconsin to do it. Also, whether he knows who he is or not, Jemma has an important question to ask Cal - and just, AHHHH, everything about this is utterly stunning! For starters, Aubrey's writing is FANTASTIC, and the scene she sets is absolutely beautiful, and so very bittersweet. I was actually misting up a little with happy tears towards the end of this - really, I cannot recommend this enough, to any Skimmons fan.
so why don't we go somewhere only we know by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - more Skimmons (platonic this time, though), more hurt/comfort, and, yes, again, more absolutely INCREDIBLE writing. This one is canon compliant, following a shaken Jemma struggling to sleep after Maveth, and how Daisy finds a way to help her out. Incredibly sweet, tender and BEAUTIFULLY written, this one was an instant favourite the moment I read it!
Unspoken by @anxiouslynumbme - a birthday fic for yours truly, and, honestly, one of the most STUNNING Staticquake introspectives I've read. It follows Daisy and Lincoln in a beautifully tender missing moment in season 3, with them both realising their feelings, and just... AHHHHHHHH, everything about it is utterly incredible!! I cannot, cannot recommend this gem of a fic enough
the thing about water droplets and ruffled hair by @que-mint-tea - here's another fic that proves, once and for all, how good Kat's Dekesy is, because it managed to convert T to write some Dekesy smut. And, oh my GOSH, what Dekesy smut - so goshdarn angsty, but so FANTASTICALLY characterised and written that it leaves you more than a little breathless, and gaping at your screen. The first chapter initially left us on the most HORRIFIC cliffhanger, but then T fixed it, and it's just... this thing is really a whole new level of emotional writing, raw and gripping and intensely perfect for both of these characters. My haw still drops whenever I think of this thing, and how utterly AMAZING it was, so yeah. Fic rec!!!
beautiful stranger, there you are by @justanalto - I do believe I still owe Serena a long and very gushy comment on this thing, because, MAN, does it ever deserve that!! Pipsy and fake dating, with the most HILARIOUSLY incredible writing, plot and characterisation, and honestly just a giddy "askhdfkhsfh" whenever I think back to how much I enjoyed it. Yup, it was that good.
Jumping to conclusions by @eowima - a very special one, because it marks my love Océane's first venture into writing AoS fic! It's an AU of 1x06 (the Fitzsimmons episode of s1) where Fitz does actually jump out of the plane to save Jemma. Realisations of feelings, and some of the most genuinely FANTASTIC Fitz characterisation I've read in a while, follow - and, yup, I was shouting at my screen for them just to get together already. Amazing stuff, really!!
Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit by @eowima - okay, this. This. Another gift for me, and one that I will probably treasure forEVER, because it is just?? so?? utterly?? perfect?? Just for starters, the title is a Hamilton reference - and then the theme of Hamilton references continues into the fic itself, I'm delighted to say. There's also the most BEAUTIFUL, playful Skimmons friendship, and teasing, and then of course the bet about who can make out with their crush first... Staticquake & Fitzsimmons perfection. And all rendered in Océane's delightful, best-thing-ever-to-read writing!! I'm going into a giddy keyboard smash just THINKING about this, so yeah, cannot recommend it enough.
lullabies and clear blue skies by @springmagpies and @bobbimorseisbisexual - okay, I never thought I'd catch myself shipping FitzBobbi, let alone shipping it this hard, but... wow. Maggie and Al teamed up to completely blow me away, and MELT MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART with the sheer cuteness of this!! It features Fitz, Bobbi and adopting two daughters, and it's just the most tender, beautiful development through that little family - I love it so, so much.
We made all the wrong choices by @browneyedgenius - the winner of the AoS Angst War 2020, how could I not include this one? It is such a well-deserved win, though, whoa - I was sobbing, full-on sobbing, at least twice while reading. It follows the season 5 team through the events of the time-loop, after they failed to save the world - and, oh my gosh, it ripped my heart right out of my chest, but beautifully so. Everything about this fic just hits so hard, and it's written so well - yeah, really a most AMAZINGLY deserved win, for an utterly SHATTERINGLY incredible fic.
I threw stones at the stars (but the whole sky fell) by @nazezdha321 - this is Z showing us all how to write a backstory for a minor character, and write it so well that everyone's hearts break all over again when she dies. This one is about Victoria Hand, and it builds a stirring and profound childhood for her, also making her rise through the ranks of SHIELD and just her entire character mean so much more. Really, fic-wise, this is goals, and I take my hat off to you, Z, 1000%, for writing it.
in which the universe is put together by @besidemethewholedamntime - Rebecca's emotional writing, particularly Fitzsimmons' emotions, is incomparable, and she proves it all over again in this fic. If follows Fitz and Jemma before, after and during the bloodwork, and I just... wow, honestly. The emotion!! And the characterisation!! Absolutely stunning, and honestly all I could wish for in a we-had-time fic.
Agents of SHIELD Season 8 by @egumal - THIS. This, this, this, oh my gosh - as fix-it fics go, this has to be the most spectacular one I have ever read. What it does is find a way - a potentially canon compliant way, too - to bring back Lincoln Campbell, and reunite Staticquake. Basically: just about as season 7 finishes, the Astro Ambassadors get an unexpected visitor from another timeline, who asks them to come help out against Hive. Case in point, Daisy meets her lost love again (... but he has no idea who she is) and also has to relive the Fallen Agent drama. It all gets even more complicated when Kora restores Lincoln's memories, and Daisy meets the full team Deke has assembled around him in the 33 years (for him) that they've been apart... in short, this is one of the most thorough, well-written and downright SHOCKING plot-twist-wise fics that you will ever read, and honestly, saying "I can't recommend it enough" is an understatement. This thing is thd BEST, plain and simple!
Black Roses aren't real (but you and I are) by @ohwriteiforgot - ahhhh, a fic that will always have an incredibly special place in my heart, because it introduced me to one of my best fandom friends. The main focus is on Clintasha, it's true, but it's also a crossover with AoS in the sense that Clint was adopted by Coulson and May. Also, Daisy is his little sister, and their bond is gold. Also - there's Staticquake!! And flower shops!! And rivals to friends to lovers!! All I'm going to say is, what more can you ask for?!
A book to shield my story by @maybebrilliant - Staticquake High School AU, ahhhhhhhh!! There are only two chapters out so far, but the way this is shaping up is making my DAY - with Daisy as the new girl who meets Lincoln and his group of friends, and, though her foster parents are absolutely shit, starts to find actual happiness in a school for the first time in her life. Also - THE REFERENCES. Guys. I'm crazy for those, and in this book, so are my favourite dorks, Daisy and Lincoln - and let me tell you, it's nothing short of the best thing ever.
This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @heysteverogers - AoS really has been the most INCREDIBLE journey through the years, but what's really made it special is the company - and that's summed up perfectly in this gorgeous gifset. Also, the graphics on this are just, ahhhh, stunning - I'm in awe, and I've spent very long periods of time just looking at this thing in a state of heart-eyes.
This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @jemannesimms - combining Auld Lang Syne and the final scenes of my favourite show was a raw emotional - but utterly brilliant experience - for me. It's just so absolutely beautiful, and perfectly suited to the team, and their goodbyes!! Breathtaking editing work here, too.
This Daisy as Peter Parker and May as Tony Stark moodboard by @agentsofcomedyandchaos - ahhhh, a crossover of two of my favourite fandoms!! And what a lovely one, too - the colour scheme, quotes, and just the whole FEEL of this is absolutely genius, and I am guilty of being inspired by way too many fic ideas by it. Stunning stuff!!
And... whoa, that was long, but I really do feel that we deserve a bit of a proper pat on the back after creating such magical content in such a messed up year. So that's the note I'm going to leave you with for 2020, my friends: hell-year or no, look at the absolute beauty we were still able to create!! We really are freaking amazing, guys.
#aos best of 2020#fic rec#massive fic rec list#and honestly; WHAT a list!!#despite this utter hellstorm of a year#we as a fandom have still been nothing short of INCREDIBLE#and honestly; I am SO proud of us#💜💜💜
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Her Heavy Cross
Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?
Pairing: OMC x OFC
Word Count: approx 2.5k
Warnings: Smut, swearing
Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.
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Part 7
Liam's phone rang. He ignored it and let it go to voicemail. When it rang again, he made a noise of disgust and took his phone out of his pocket to look at it. "It's my publicist. I had better take this."
Liam answered the phone and went outside to talk. I turned the oven on and started to unpack the groceries. Then I got the roast, put it in a baking tray, poured olive oil over the top and seasoned it with salt and some pepper. I got out some onions and garlic and started to cut them up to place around the roast to give it some added flavour.
"That looks great," Liam said when he came back in.
"Thanks," I said, and I gave him a grin. I took the tray and put it in the oven. I got my phone and put an alarm on, giving myself time to cook the veggies before they finished. A thought came to me, and before I could bite my tongue, I said, "They do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
"Really?" Liam licked his lips, looked down at his pants and said, "I'd say they were aiming too high."
It took me a minute to work out what the joke was. When I finally did, I couldn't help but laugh and hide my face in my hands.
"You've gone so red!" Liam appeared to be having fun with my inability to control my blushes.
"Oh, my God!" I said, still hiding my face and laughing. "Alright, that was funny."
It took me a while to stop laughing. When I did, Liam said sombrely, "Sweetheart, I have to tell you something."
"Uh, oh, it doesn't sound good."
"It's not bad. I don't know how you will feel about it." Liam then told me that his publicist had called to let him know there were pictures put on Instagram and Twitter of the two of us kissing at the pub last night. "Your name hasn't been mentioned, and the photos look to be shot from pretty far away on a mobile, so someone in the pub took the pictures. Sarah says they probably aren't going to tell who you are by the pictures unless someone who knows you well comes forward."
I think if my eyes bulged out of my head any further, they would have fallen out and rolled on the floor. "That quick?" It was all I could think to say.
"Yeah. It's hard to know what will come out and when. A lot of times I go out, and no one notices me, but other times I have paps or members of the public following me for hours."
"Who's Sarah?"
"My publicist." Liam reached across the bench and took my hand in his. "Are you ok?"
"You say they don't know who I am?" Liam nodded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't happy but what was I going to do about it? I picked at my nails. I needed to paint them; the pale pink polish was starting to chip.
"You ok?" Liam asked again
I shrugged. "Your life is weird."
Liam chucked. "You keep telling me that."
"So, what happens now?"
"Well, usually Sarah would say to private all social media, but she had a look and said she could only find a Facebook profile for you which was already private. Do you have any others? Instagram? Twitter? Snapchat?"
"No. I have a YouTube account that I use to watch videos, but that isn't linked to my real name or email. Also, a Tumblr account, again not associated with my name. And no pictures of me."
"Tumblr?" He raised an eyebrow. His fucking lip twitched.
"I was a confused 22-year-old ok?" I said a bit defensively. "I haven't used it in years," I remembered then the dating site we met on. I quickly logged on and selected the options to hide the account.
"Ok, well, there's not much else right now. A few rags called Sarah for comment. She said the standard no comment and asked for my privacy to be respected. The rest is up to you."
"Up to me?" I asked, confused. "What's up to me?"
"When you want to confirm the relationship and release your name."
"Liam, I met you less than 24 hours ago and have known you only a few months. I'm not ready for that. I like you a lot, but maybe you pick your nose and eat it, and I'll have to dump your arse tomorrow and then it's been a big song and dance over nothing." I joked. The mood had gotten too heavy for me. I wanted to talk about something else.
"Sweetheart, I'd never do that." He smiled sweetly, "I'd make you eat it."
"Ewww!" I screamed.
"Get over here." He chased me around the bench, and after a few evasions and some more squeals, he caught me. Perrin came in through the doggy door and barked at Liam a few times. Our behaviour obviously scandalised him. "Perrin," I called. "Come here, boy."
"You think your dog can save you?"
"Of course, he's very protective of my honour."
"We will see about that." Liam bent over, and I thought he was going to tackle me. Instead of flying backwards, I was hoisted forward and found myself over his shoulder. I screamed as I heard a loud crack, my hands flying to my bum.
"Did you just smack my arse?" I must admit I was finding all the manhandling arousing. I wasn't going to let him know that, though.
"Yes, I did. Want another?" Liam was heading down the hallway, taking me to the bedroom.
I giggled. "No!"
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," Liam quoted. Shakespeare sounded good with his accent. I giggled some more, and I got another one. Yes, very arousing.
Liam hummed. "I quite like the view here." He rubbed my bottom and took me into my bedroom.
I was very close to his round bum. "This view is not so bad either," I said and smacked his arse. Unfortunately, it probably hurt me more than it hurt him. His butt was tight!
Liam dropped me onto the bed at that point, and the look on his face was hysterical. I couldn't stop laughing, and tears were rolling down my face. Then I did the most embarrassing thing: I snorted.
That was it. Both of us couldn't stop. Every time I calmed enough to think I could speak, one look at Liam's face, and I'd be off again.
Eventually, we stopped, and I was able to say, "Oh my God, your face! That was so bloody funny." I wiped my eyes.
"I think that may have been the first time someone's done that to me."
"Really? Didn't you go to an all-boys school?"
"Yes, but it wasn't the US." Liam tried suppressing a grin as he said, "we got ball taps."
I tried not to laugh. I really did. "Oh, my God!" I was off again.
We watched the original Mad Max before I had to go and finish dinner. I was horrified when Liam said he hadn't seen it before. I immediately made him watch it. He said it was ok, the concept was great, but he didn't love it. I told him he needed a brain scan.
When I went to make dinner, Liam offered to help, but I told him not to be silly.
Liam sat at the kitchen bench chatting to me while I chopped and blanched the vegetables. After a while, he said he had to call Sarah and his assistant Ryan to make sure he had organised the dog walker to take Cole for a walk and play.
"Any update from Sarah?" I asked Liam when he returned. I feigned disinterest while I finished slicing the roast.
"All the same right now. Some sites have posted the pictures, saying I was spotted drinking with an "unknown female companion." The pictures have circulated a bit on Twitter, but it's mostly just by fans. They haven't hit the mainstream yet. It's all fairly standard, and it will go away by tomorrow by the looks of it."
"Good," I said. A look I couldn't interpret passed over Liam's face. He masked it pretty quickly. I opened my mouth to ask if he was ok but shut it again. I said, instead, "dinner's ready." I passed Liam his plate.
"Thank you," Liam said, leaning over to kiss me before eating. I watched as he cut up some beef and started chewing. "Pretty good. Almost as good as Mum's," he teased with a wink.
I elbowed him, and God bless him; he pretended it hurt.
We ate in silence for a while. I gave a few pieces to Perrin. He was so old, and I couldn't help but spoil him occasionally. He won't be around forever.
After dinner, Liam insisted on helping me clean up, and we stacked the dishwasher. Watching him bend over, his jeans straining as he put the plates in, stirred some feelings. Erotic feelings.
"Want to watch another movie?" He asked.
"Not really," I said. "I'm in the mood for some dessert."
"Ice-cream? I can't have any, but you can."
"Not ice-cream," I said, shaking my head. I looked at him with my very best bedroom eyes.
"What do you want then? Want me to go to the shops?" He said, not catching on. I put my arms around his waist. "If you let me borrow your car, I'll go. I can just go on my own."
"No, you wombat." I met his hips with mine, his eyes widened. "What I want is right here." I wriggled against him. Liam grinned widely, his cheeks creasing in such a sexy way.
"I thought you were shy."
"I am getting used to you," I said. "The real me is coming out." The truth of my words took me by surprise. I looked away, second-guessing myself. Why did I do that?
"I like her," Liam said hoarsely. If he hadn't spoken then, I think I would have stopped. But when his hands went into my hair, and he pulled, stretching my throat, I knew I wasn't going to stop. He kissed me there, and his teeth grazed my skin. My fingers reached under his shirt, and they gripped his back. My nails dug into his skin.
"Bedroom?" I whispered.
"Bedroom," he agreed and walked me backwards to my room.
"You promised me something earlier today," Liam said in between kisses. We were close to my bed.
"What's that?"
He stopped kissing me and cupped my face with his hands. "You said I could undress you."
Liam took hold of my t-shirt and waited. I nodded. He slowly lifted my shirt up and over my head before dropping it to the ground. He tilted his head as if contemplating and gently turned me around.
I felt Liam gather my hair and put it over my shoulder. He caressed my back with his fingertips, making me shiver with pleasure. I heard him give a satisfied hum before undoing my bra. He turned me around again and took hold of my bra straps, pulling them down my arms.
When I dropped my bra beside my shirt, Liam took a step back. He looked me up and down, his eyes hungry. I wanted to cover myself under his intense gaze, my earlier courage wavering under his scrutiny.
My arms started to move, and he gave me a stern look. "You're not thinking of hiding now, are you?"
I shook my head and forced my arms back by my sides. "Good, because I want to look. You're quite the sight." As if to emphasise his point, he adjusted himself through his pants. I felt a thrill of excitement flow through me and felt the familiar throbbing between my legs.
Liam got down on his knees and kissed my belly. His rough stubble tickled. "Your skin is so soft," he said in a low voice. He undid my jeans and kissed a trail down as he unzipped me. His breath was warm, and I felt it through the cotton of my briefs, his last kiss placed just above my slit.
It was almost agony. I moaned at his teasing breath and lips. Then Liam pulled down my underwear and kissed my mound. I felt his tongue part my lips, and when he found what he was looking for, he flattened his tongue and moaned into me.
I didn't know what to do. For a moment, I wanted to stop Liam, but it felt too good. I could feel my resolve waning. I didn't want to wait. Why should we wait? What was I waiting for? I had to stop thinking and go with it, enjoy him, enjoy the experience. I put my fingers in his hair as he licked and sucked at me. He seemed to remember what I liked, and soon I was close to my peak.
One of his fingers played at my entrance. I silently begged for Liam to put it in. My core was desperate to be filled. His finger slowly entered me, and I was lost. I needed him. At that moment, all I wanted was to feel more of him inside me, have him fill me.
I felt like this was the moment. If I don't ask Liam now, I probably never would. If I didn't want him now, why am I even allowing this to happen? I wanted him. He excited me like no one had done since Andy. He had knocked down the defences I'd built to keep myself alone. Keep me in my grief and guilt. I didn't want to be alone anymore. I wanted to feel desired again.
"Fuck me?" I asked. The words just tumbled out. I knew at that moment I would beg if I had to. "Please, Liam, I want you to fuck me."
I wasn't sure if Liam heard me. He increased his attention, and I felt the pressure building. His hand gripped my arse, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he pulled me closer to him. The short rough hair on his cheeks and chin tickled against my thighs. My legs buckled. I couldn't stand up anymore. He held me there while I panted and moaned, seeking release.
I felt my climax arrive like a bolt of lightning. It was sudden and intense. My body contracted as waves of pleasure exploded over me. Short, wordless shouts came from my mouth until it was over. I collapsed onto the bed.
I laid there a while, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. Liam was shuffling around and heard his belt come undone. I felt the bed dip, and I opened my eyes to find Liam naked, climbing up the bed until his face was above mine.
Liam supported some of his weight with one hand and laid on me, our whole bodies skin to skin. He was warm to touch, and he almost felt hot to my now cooled skin.
"Ask me again," Liam said.
Part 8
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Ali & Marlene
Ali: Hey babe, sorry I missed rehearsal, know you rocked it regardless 💋 Marlene: Kind of need our lead singer to do that. Instrumental wasn't the vision for the track, babygirl Marlene: Where did you have to be? We could've rescheduled Ali: I know, I know, my bad! Make it up to you Ali: Ugh, got detention, didn't I Ali: don't even get me started on that Marlene: Make it up to me alone or me and the band? Marlene: Little rebel Marlene: Can't have you getting in more trouble by ditching, can we? Marlene: I'll add in another rehearsal, the girls won't mind Ali: Why not both? Ali: Come over and I'll record the vocals for you Ali: You know it boo 👩🏼🎤 Ali: Exactly, even though I'm fully staging a protest tomorrow Marlene: That's my girl Marlene: I'll be there front and centre, lending my voice to the movement Ali: Aww, so supportive Ali: cute 😉 Ali: I've rallied all the usual suspects so it shouldn't be a flop Ali: we have the allotted hours, like, if they fail to control us in 'em, why add more, yeah? pointless, where's the logic Marlene: Making me so proud to have you on my arm Ali: As you should be Ali: Though that arms not bad 💪 Marlene: I wouldn't be the best bassist in this shithole if it was Ali: One track mind 😏 SUCH a bassist Ali: don't you ever break that focus? Marlene: It has been known Marlene: For the right girl Ali: Introduce me to her some time, yeah? Ali: Get some tips Marlene: You know her pretty well Marlene: The name's Alison, like the song Ali: So soft Ali: Still say we do a Elvis Costello and Dolly mashup Ali: idc what you say, Jolene is a bop and you need to own it Marlene: If I can hear you do an original Elvis cover, I'll think about it Ali: Fine, I'll happily sing about myself all day Ali: can even get the accent down, thanks Ma Marlene: I'll be waiting for that Marlene: The girls are asking if you need posters or anything else for the protest? Anything to stick around and drink more Ali: Patience, babe Ali: Gotta save these pipes for the protest Ali: Feel free to go for their lives, like Ali: Bear in mind if they use too many expletives, the School ain't gonna listen tho Ali: creative language, not colourful, ladies Marlene: No promises on getting them to dial back the reclaimed slurs Marlene: But we'll leave off calling the teachers the cunts they are Marlene: For you, our glorious leader Ali: 🙇 down Ali: I'll take it, they're not going to go anywhere near hate speech vibes, too risky Marlene: Tempting offer Marlene: I'll take you up on it when we're alone Ali: Yeah? Gonna skip rehearsal more often then Marlene: For revolution and no less, babe Marlene: But I have missed you Ali: The revolution's always rolling, babe Ali: I can't stop the wheels of change, you know Marlene: I know you want me to make a rock and roll pun Marlene: But I refuse Ali: Boooooo 👎 Ali: too punk for me now? Marlene: Not gonna quote a dead white man either, not even Lennon Marlene: You're still my little punk princess, you know Ali: Throw some Yoko craziness at me Ali: 👑 Marlene: Keeping it back so the protest won't flop. Can't let it Ali: Sure, you just don't wanna get on the rooftop with your mates Ali: someone'd fall, or get pushed 😂 Marlene: Not me or you Marlene: With these arms we're safe Ali: 🔫 pew pew Ali: they wanna try me, bitch Marlene: We should fill up supersoakers for those who are anti our message Marlene: Piss on their negativity in a literal sense Ali: not with actual piss, right? Marlene: You have to start thinking punk rock, babe Ali: I am not pissing into a supersoaker Ali: not dying to prove my aim is as good as a man's like Ali: you do you, babe but I'll leave it at good old fashioned water Marlene: Now who's deserving the boos and jeers Marlene: So regal of you Ali: what can i say? my idea of a good time isn't pissing on my own hands Ali: crazy, i know 😉 Marlene: How true my love is Marlene: Any time's a good time with my baby Ali: 💙 Ali: forreal tho, what are we doing this weekend Marlene: There are a few parties Ali: where Ali: i wanna go as far away as poss Marlene: They're local, usual suspects Marlene: We can do something else Ali: Think of something better, yeah Ali: I'm sick of the locals at the mo Marlene: I'll come back to you with a plan Ali: 💋 Ali: that's my girl Marlene: What am I good for if I can't take you away from this shithole? Marlene: Not like it's that hard Ali: You got your license, 'til I got mine I'm at your beck and call, like Ali: Your Ma will be cool, yeah? Doesn't need to be long, just long enough to breathe Marlene: I'll make a deal with her Marlene: Name drop you since she's a fan Ali: Such a parent pleaser 😇 Marlene: If you sang it she'd do anything you say Marlene: Thinks you've got the voice of an angel for sure Ali: Aww, what a babe Ali: like mother like daughter 😏 Marlene: She had her moments of hell raising Marlene: Would to this day if it was possible Ali: Imma ask her all about it when I see her Ali: fo'sho Marlene: That'd make her happy Ali: Who doesn't love being scandalous? Marlene: Whoever gave you detention Ali: Give you three guesses 😑 Marlene: I don't need them Marlene: Most are in your fan club too Ali: Exactly Ali: Don't teach R.S. if you can't handle healthy debate Marlene: Yeah. We live in Dublin not a dictatorship Ali: Honestly Ali: Some people really wanna take it back to the troubles Ali: Shouldn't have said as much but chill, dude Marlene: Freedom of speech, babe Marlene: I've lost count of how many teachers I've called homophobes Marlene: Gotta speak up Ali: True Ali: you are a bit quick on the draw sometimes, like Marlene: I'm not letting them get away with it Ali: Just sayin', plenty of reasons to give you dirty looks, babe, not all of 'em that you're gay 😜 Marlene: I'm a perfect gentleman and you know it Ali: True Ali: You don't look it tho Marlene: You don't look like a rebel queen Marlene: And yet Ali: I know looks are deceiving, tell it to the homophobes, babe 😏 Ali: also you gotta stop with the compliments 😾 Marlene: But everyone's clearing out. It's the perfect time to shower you with them Marlene: Where do you wanna be? Here or there Ali: When bae only sweet talks you when their mates aren't about Ali: SUCH a fuckboy, darling 💋 Marlene: You know what I was getting at, darling Marlene: We can be alone finally Marlene: But only if you're in the mood Ali: I'll come over Ali: as much as my Ma is also a fan, just yours like, not so much mine Marlene: Let me pick you up Marlene: It's too dark for that shit Ali: Nah, I wanna walk Ali: gotta burn off the energy I didn't get to rock out Marlene: Hold your keys since you won't take my knife off me Ali: Don't worry Ali: My Da beat you to the self-defense lesson, like Ali: I'm sweet Marlene: If I'm not there to protect you, I'm bound to worry Ali: You worry too much, baby Ali: Good thing I'm coming to take all your cares away Ali: and I've got bud, naturally 🚬 Marlene: And I hid some drinks from the vultures Ali: Party of two 😘 Marlene: When you get here. Until you do I'm sitting on the floor alone writing shitty songs about you Ali: Try and write a good one, will ya? Not having it bandied about that I'm a shit muse 😉 Ali: you could never Ali: gonna play for me when I get there? Marlene: Been trying since I met you, babygirl Marlene: It's not you, it's me Ali: Nah Ali: there's a hit in there, I just gotta try harder Ali: as you're so anti-establishment, your brain is noping on writing a bop that everyone will love Marlene: I want you to love it Marlene: You're the one it's for Ali: I'm excited to hear Ali: assuming I don't get shanked on the way by the big bad wolf Marlene: Your tragic early death isn't the inspiration I want or need Ali: Tell it to the TV writers, hun Ali: angry protest song #765 Marlene: I'll sing you my shitty song and you can die laughing Ali: Never Ali: cross my heart Marlene: And fingers that I can patch together a chorus that doesn't make me wanna die before you get here Ali: 🤞 Ali: I have faith enough for two Marlene: As an angel, you kind of have to bring it Ali: No pressure 😓 Marlene: I'm more than okay with you lacking it, stick it to your detention giver over again Marlene: And I love you, so forgiven most sins Ali: A benevolent Goddess you are Marlene: Modeled on the original lesbian in the sky Ali: Debated theology enough today to live and let live on that one babe Marlene: Promise I'll save the angry lesbian god essay recital for another night Ali: You're a doll 💋 Ali: Oh, hold up, I see my ex Ali: ready for this awkward convo in 3 2 Ali: brb Marlene: Bet you want me to pick you up now, don't you? Ali: [15 mins later] Ali: That was wild Marlene: What the fuck, Ali Marlene: I was about to start searching for you Ali: Soz, more chatty than I remember Ali: only gone at got someone pregnant hasn't he Marlene: Dodged a bullet Ali: Tell me about it Ali: Still out on the town tryna get some though Ali: is that the new come on? I'm fertile! Marlene: In this town, likely Marlene: Which ex is it? Ali: #4 good drugs, bad teeth Ali: the one who lowkey stalked me after and my brother had to smack him one Ali: good times, unexpected detour down memory lane there but got us some freebies so Marlene: It took 15 mins to get what you're owed, how long does he take over customers who aren't his stalked exes Marlene: bad business is what you should've called him Marlene: Or manners Ali: names are definitely open to workshopping Ali: he had to show me the scan pics, duh Marlene: Had to do the whole come on Marlene: fucking pig Ali: Bless Ali: have your fun whilst you still can, kid Marlene: not with my girlfriend Ali: don't worry babe, got the drugs for free free Ali: not suck my dick free Marlene: Are you gonna be here soon Marlene: I can still bring the car Ali: Yeah, I'll get a wriggle on Ali: 5 minutes if I run Marlene: If you don't run into any more exes first Ali: cities littered with 'em Marlene: If you didn't date men you could stay friends with them Ali: why would I wanna do that? Ali: I've seen your dyke drama, a no thank you Marlene: I don't have dyke drama Marlene: You're the one trying to avoid the awkward Ali: 😏 Ali: I don't care, its funny Ali: he wasn't that bad, really Ali: don't need to add every ex to my inner circle though, that's a madness Marlene: He stalked you Marlene: He's an asshole Ali: Not properly Ali: Just had issue letting go as fast as I did, who can blame him 😘 Marlene: It's not funny, Ali, it's fucked Ali: So serious 😾 Ali: It ain't like he locked me in his basement, I get to decide how fucked it was or wasn't Marlene: You get to brush it under the carpet too, doesn't make it right Ali: 🙄 you're as bad as my mother Marlene: maybe she's got a point Ali: Ugh, don't need to point score, she already likes ya, babe Ali: he's just a stupid kid, not fucking Bundy, yeah, let's chill Marlene: He doesn't have to be Bundy to be held accountable, babe Marlene: He's gonna be someone's dad Marlene: What the fuck Ali: for what? being a bit of a prick at 16 Ali: s'not a crime, last time I checked Marlene: it doesn't have to be Marlene: Lads think they can do whatever they want Marlene: They can't and shouldn't Ali: Nah, this isn't a soap box moment, babe Ali: we all do things we know are wrong, and ain't proud of Ali: 'cos of how we're feeling Ali: Honestly, not a big deal Ali: and not an exclusively male thing, that's a crock of shit Marlene: If I was heavy handed with one of my exes I'd get so much shit Marlene: He gets boys will be boys Marlene: It's not a big deal because you're making excuses for him Ali: From who? The lesbian mafia? Ali: Straight girls are INSANE Ali: way worse than #4 was ever Ali: I'm not gonna burn him at the stake for something I don't believe in Marlene: Straight girls are a whole other subject Marlene: Last I checked you didn't have any of them as exes so no really the point Ali: That you know of Marlene: I know about every one of your exes Ali: Okay, Liam Neeson Ali: can't be calling out stalkers when you're breathing down the phone like that 😂 Marlene: You're not funny Ali: I am though Ali: but I ain't coming over if you're gonna be such a downer Marlene: Are you serious? Marlene: Your jokes are so bad I can't tell Ali: Duh Ali: Killing my vibe, babe Marlene: You're basically here Ali: So? Ali: I can keep walking into this dark night Marlene: So come in Marlene: I'm sorry, baby Ali: You promise you're gonna stop being lame? Marlene: Cross my heart Ali: Okay, lemme in then
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