#who am I kidding I will probably absorb every new piece of information about this game like a sponge š
While I know itās generally bad for leaks to happen (unless they are intentionally encouraged by the developer, and yes this seems to be a thing, as Mark Darrah himself even mentioned in the past), and thereās no real point in overanalyzing something that is pre-Alpha footage from over a year ago (!!)... Iām just glad it didnāt contain some major spoilers story wise, because I wouldnāt know how to avoid them until whenever this game actually releases. š Iād like to know as little as possible about the story and the characters going into it.......
........That being said.. Iām a hypocrite, I couldnāt resist and took a tiny little peek š(and if you donāt wanna know anything until thereās something official, I completely understand, just donāt read any further now!), so all I want to say is
HOLY SHIT GUYS This seems legit and we are probably looking at the very first glimpse of REAL (pre-Alpha) DA4 gameplay footage after EIGHT flippin years, which means this game is REAL, itās actually happening, itās a real game thatās playable and everything and ahhhh!!! Weisshaupt?? Davrin?? A dragon?? Darkspawn?? Purple stuff???Ā DID YOU SEE THAT HAIR ANIMATION THOUGH??
Ahem. Okay, so with the first wave of euphoria out of the way now, how are we feeling about THIS
Hmmmmm ššš
HMMMMM
OHHHHHHH
Seems like the spirit of Joplin lives on after all?? ššš
Iāve already seen plenty of people speculating and while we should take everything with a grain of salt here of course, there was a comment on a reddit post by another (supposed) playtester that confirmedĀ āRookā to be indeed the protagonistās name/title! š And while this could be of course just a placeholder name for whatever itāll actually end up being, there could be a lot to derive from this!
- As people have pointed out,Ā āRookā does sound a lot like a code/spy name, much like Charter, Butler, Farrier or any of Lelianaās spies
- Rook being also a type of crow, fitting in perfectly with the bird themed names like Hawke
- In slang, itās ALSO another word for āswindlerā or ādeceiverā, which also reminds me a lot of how there was a Lord of Fortune in Tevinter Nights who used the nameĀ āHollixā as part of their disguise during a mission (which btw was actually the name of Dorianās motherās pet nug lol)
So all of this considered, and assuming that the leaked footage might have been part of the very beginning of the game (and how the leaker seemed to suggest that Grey Warden is just one of multiple factions you can choose from!), can I just say that my speculation about how DA4 might start off with an infiltration mission of one of four factions (Grey Warden/Antivan Crow/āVeil Jumperā/Tevinter.. something), while playing as aĀ āspyā (/Lord of Fortune?? š) under the alias āRookā, might actually turn out to be true after all??? (Ā°ćĀ°)
I mean.. it could just end up being a simpleĀ āchoose your class/factionā at the start and thatās it š, but either way, if we get something resembling differentĀ āorigin storiesā, like depending on which faction you choose, the game starts off with a different mission (similar to what Cyberpunk did?), I think that would be an awesome concept! (Not setting any expectations here though! š The game might start off at Weisshaupt no matter which faction you choose!)
But back to topic, the rook being of course also a piece in a game of chess, which was depicted on the cover of Mark Darrahās red āJoplinā book first seen in 2016!
Which in turn also of course immediately takes us back to the amazing mind chess game between Solas and Iron Bull, referencing a real game that happened in 1851 known asĀ āThe Immortal Gameā. While people have been taking Solas sacrificing most of his pieces as well as his queen (Flemythal) only to then strike the final blow and win by moving the bishop (mage) as foreshadowing and also a perfect respresentation of how both Solas and Iron Bull think and strategize, whatās interesting to note, is that itās the turn in which Bull takes Solasā rook that ultimately seals Solasā win in the end.Ā
Now, this could mean absolutely nothing of course, but with this new information from the leaks, maybe thereās more to it than we think. š
Then thereās also the link to Solasā final Tower tarot card of course...
Other than that, I just think itāll be really cool to have a chess themed aesthetic for DA4 following the tarot card theme of DAI! Or just the idea of having a āgame of mindsā like the Immortal Game rather than just relying on ābrute forceā with an antagonist like Solas, that requires a certain level of strategic thinking and consideration from us in how we act/make decisions to outwit him, would make a lot of sense to me!
(Or we might as well reference that one Simpsons episode with the āhuman chess boardā and cover both brute force AND strategic thinking lmaoo)
Or, even better, let us do something like the flippin ālogic chessā mechanic from that glorious Ace Attorney spin off game lmaooo
Letās bombard Solas with some hard hitting arguments. lmao
I will say though that, ifĀ āRookā does actually end up being the title/name of our next protagonist, Iām once again very curious how the hell theyāre gonna make this work in the localized versions, if they do attempt to translate the name literally. Let us pray that theyāll just stick to English for this one, or else the multiple meanings of the term will be completely lost in translation. lol Canāt wait to play as flippin āTurmā in German or āTourā in French. š
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BnHA Chapter 303:Ā And What, Pray Tell, Is a āOne For Allā
Previously on BnHA: The Todorokis (really just Enji) looked at their children and went āhow can we screw up all four of them in uniquely different waysā and proceeded to do just that. Touya was all ājust because practicing how to set myself on fire better hasnāt worked to win my dadās affections YET doesnāt mean it will NEVER workā, because child logic. Turns out setting oneself on fire real hard isnāt so effective at winning affections, but is actually incredibly effective when it comes to burning oneself to death, so thereās that. Back in the present day, the Todorokis basked in their various misplaced (again, except for Enji) feelings of guilt, and were all āanyway but get over yourself already Enji, you still have to do something to stop this kidā, and Shouto was all āIāll help tooā, and Enji was all ā(ā„_ā„)ā, and Hawks and Jeanist were all ā[surreptitiously listening in from outside the door]ā, and thatās basically where we left off.
Today on BnHA: Hawks and Jeanist are all āmind if we join you on this family journey?ā and proceed to stroll in uninvited with their puns and their perceptive insights. Hawks is all āso to sum everything up, weāre fucked, but at least you have us here to help you out! by the way, no clue why Iām the first person to ask this in three hundred chapters, but wtf is One For All.ā We then cut to Deku, whoās still all ā[(ļ¼ļ¼)]zā, and All Might, who is all āIām just going to ignore the extremely loud racket going on right outside this room.ā Which, btw, is happening on account of Bakugou, who is all ā(ā¬ā£Šā¢)ā as Satou, Tsuyu, and Mineta cart him away. Anyway so thatās a lot of antics, and also it looks like Hawks has gotten tired of the Todorokis refusing to put the pieces together on their own about OFA and so he is fast-tracking that shit. And meanwhile Deku is chatting it up with the Vestiges exactly like we all thought. And now we have to wait another whole week for updates on all of this. This really is not fair.
omfg lol
āour bad, we were kind of accidentally listening in on purpose.ā like I said last week guys, no fuss. itās a tradition
OMG
I am absolutely fucking floored. Hawks literally said that so casually that itās impossible for me to rewrite it so as to be even more casual. thatās literally what I would write in the ātoday on bnhaā section. in fact I probably will write that
(ETA: just for laughs I tried it and it really worked.)
a couple more things to point out about this panel:Ā
āTOP 3ā omg yes. more like ātop onlyā at this point, honestly. interested to see how that goes
Hawksās phone is freaking the fuck out about something, calm down there
I know this is a standard Jeanist hair-fixing gesture that he does all the time, but I canāt help but form hypotheses about this being a stress reaction because Hawksās hair is making him internally freak out. Hawks, if this man tries to get you alone with him and some hairspray and a comb, please for the love of god do not listen to him. get out of there and call the authorities
omg Shoutoās face
okay confession, I wasnāt really sold on the whole āShouto has a schoolboy crush on Hawksā thing until exactly now, when I became 100% sold on it. that is adorable
and heck with it, gotta show Enji and Reiās reactions here as well because lol
āomg my son whoās not my son, and he just overheard everything about me being a terrible shitty father and person overall, oh and plus my actual-son set him on fire and called him out on a national broadcast. Iām just gonna stare at him baffledly.ā versus Rei, who is all āhmm, who are these peopleā
so Hawks is all āI got released from the hospital after one day for some reason so I made Jeanist drive me around places while we talked about lifeā but uh, heyyyyy, whatās Rei doing
okay, uh
SO FUCKING FORMAL OMFG. āSORRY MY KID TRIED TO BURN YOU TO DEATH, APPARENTLY HE DOES THATā REI NO ITāS NOT YOUR FAULT
HAWKS IS ALL āIāM JUST GONNA LAUGH SINCE THATāS MY DEFAULT RESPONSE TO BEING PROFOUNDLY UNCOMFORTABLEā
let me tell you a secret Hawks, itās my default response too. ahahahahahahaha oh thank god Jeanist is helping her up -- AND MAKING A JEANS PUN, OF COURSE. ITāS BEEN ALMOST THIRTY SECONDS. MY MAN WAS DYING
āWTF IS ILLEGAL DENIMā heās talking ābout them counterfeit jeans, Rei. Antoine Bugleboy knows
THANK YOU JEANIST!! OUT HERE ASKING THE RELEVANT QUESTIONS
damn straight. weāre not gonna sit around waiting another 300 chapters for this information on this manās watch
now Hawks is telling Endeavor he used to watch videos of him all the time, and calling him his āchildhood obsessionā I canāt
OH MY SWEET STARS AND MOONS
1000% CANON. āSO CLOSE...ā ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU REALLY PUT THAT THOUGHT BUBBLE THERE AND EVERYTHING. āGOOD MORNING EVERYONE, SO JUST IN CASE YOU WERENāT ALREADY AWARE, TODOROKI SHOUTO IS NOT ACTUALLY STRAIGHT.ā HORIKOSHI KOUHEI I AM LITERALLY DUMBFOUNDED. THIS IS AMAZING
and meanwhile that look on Hawksās face while he casually-but-not-really-casually-at-all asks this question. that phone app better be using his actual voice. Iām not sure I could take this scene in the anime at this point if it was like Alexa talking or something
that look in his eyes is basically saying that so far, based on the information he has absorbed up until this point, Hawks is prepared to view his former childhood obsession as a flawed but changed man. however I get the distinct feeling that depending on Endeavorās answer now, he would be willing to drastically shift some of his opinions on him
(ETA: this is maybe my favorite panel in the entire chapter. the fact that his question isnāt addressed to anyone in particular, but his eyes are zeroing on on Endeavor. and the way his leaning-on-Shouto pose manages to be simultaneously nonchalant and yet ever-so-slightly protective. thereās so much going on in this one question and gesture and Iām mildly obsessed with it.)
however, Rei is all āthat was meā and ONCE AGAIN WITH THE FACES IN THIS CHAPTER holy shit
Hawks definitely did not see that one coming sob. itās so fun watching him frantically recalculate his ideas about this family every two seconds
DAMN IT HORIKOSHI I UNDERSTOOD THE PARALLELS ALREADY, YOU REALLY DIDNāT HAVE TO DO THIS
yes, Hawks, you get it. itās not exactly the same, but itās close enough. though unlike your shitty parents, Rei and Enji are at least trying
OKAY I SERIOUSLY CANNOT WITH ALL OF THIS
fljkdlaskfjlwkjl okay weāre doing the bullet-points breakdown here
first of all, the fact that poor little Shoutoās heart is still thumping away at this proximity and all he can think is āCLOSEā all intelligently as he stares at him with that face omg
and meanwhile Horikoshi has these STRATEGIC BANDAGES WRAPPED AROUND HIS CHEEKS TO HIDE ALL OF HIS SHOUJO BLUSHING omfg. SENPAI NOTICED YOU SWEETIE!!!
HAWKS YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO OBLIGATION TO WASTE ANOTHER SECOND OF YOUR LIFE WORRYING ABOUT THESE TWO ASSHOLES WHO NEVER SPARED YOU THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF REGARD OR CONCERN IN THEIR ENTIRE LIVES. THE NICEST THING YOUR MOM EVER DID FOR YOU WAS BUY YOU A $2 ENDEAVOR PLUSH FROM THE DISCOUNT BIN TO KEEP YOU QUIET, AND YOU WERE SO AWED BY THAT ONE ACT OF SORTA KINDA APPROXIMATE KINDNESS THAT YOU SHAPED YOUR ENTIRE WORLDVIEW AROUND IT. PLEASE LET ME PICK YOU UP IN A BIG HUG FOR JUST A SEC, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND YOU WERE ONE THOUSAND PERCENT JUSTIFIED IN LEAVING THEM IN THE DUST THE SECOND THAT YOU COULD
but all that said, he immediately recognizes that Shouto would also have had cause to do the same in his situation, and yet hasnāt. and so he has that much more admiration for him all of a sudden, which is just super sweet, and fully appropriate. Shouto does deserve props. Iām choosing to take this as an āit takes a lot of strength to be able to forgive, and people who choose to do that even though theyāre not obligated to are really amazing" type of thing, as opposed to āpeople who donāt forgive other people who severely wronged them are bad.ā and if Iām wrong and Hawksās line here is meant to be seen as actual failing on his part, well then fuck that, but weāll move on
SO NOW, DOWN TO BUSINESS!
I am so, so curious as to what kind of strategy Hawks has for this (if he even has any), so Iāll just be quiet now and read
so Hawks is summing up basically what we already knew -- that Tomura and his inner circle (curious that thereās no mention of AFO, because if Hawks doesnāt know about him, that implies almost no one does) are still on the lam with a few PLF stragglers and some High Ends; that a bunch of prisons have been āliberatedā (I assume this means all of the inmates escaped, so if thatās the case then whereās Kurogiri??); that the HPSC is fucked; and that heroes are resigning all over the place, and so civilians are taking matters into their own hands
OH DAMN!?
does this mean weāll actually see some international heroes?? I will LOSE MY DAMN SHIT omg
(ETA: apparently people who paid more attention to the first BnHA movie than I did recognized the silhouettes as belonging to some background characters from Two Heroes. so maybe they were just cameos and theyāre not actually new characters who are soon to join us lol. oh well.)
anyway so Hawks agrees with the other Todorokis that Endeavor has no choice but to fight
awww
DONāT WORRY ENJI THEYāVE GOT YOUR BACK. WITH YOUR FLAMES, AND JEANISTāS PUNS, AND HAWKSāS BOYISHLY GOOD LOOKS, THE THREE OF YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MINDS TO
so Enji is very pertinently asking why theyāre standing by him in spite of the...Ā [gestures vaguely to everything]
oh my lordy lord
Shouto you had better do something to combat this soon, or this man will sneak past you on my favorite character ranking after all. his face. his cheeky lil finger gun. the fact that he sums it up so fucking simply. āif someone is trying to do the right thing, I want to support them.ā exactly. exactly
(ETA: and one last thing I love but forgot to mention, which is the fact that Hawks calls it a team-up despite the fact that he is clearlyĀ in charge.)
meanwhile Jeanist is all āas for me, at this point I just straight up donāt give a fuckā
I canāt handle how fucking cool this chapter is you guys
so Hawks is all āyou good?ā at Enji. and Enji...
if anyone needs me, I will be building myself a discourse-proof fort made entirely out of problematic characters. I donāt even care. I will go on living my life very happily in here
lol at Natsu being all āBUT DONāT THINK THIS MAKES US FRIENDSā
Iām living for this weird and no-doubt entirely unintended implication that Natsu and them all are gonna join in the fight with the rest of them. I mean, they doĀ presumably all have very powerful ice quirks. and Natsu has medical training on top of that, and Fuyu is skilled at getting eight-year-olds to behave which could be a useful talent for dealing with Tomura hahaha I kid, but IāM JUST SAYING. who needs hero licenses anyway
OH SHIT FINALLY SOME DISCUSSION OF AN ACTUAL STRATEGY. even if itās just a PR strategy
WHAKLHL
and now for some reason weāre flashing back to Natsu and Fuyuās attempts to navigate through the media crowd outside the hospital
well I guess this is why Iām not the mangaka. if I were writing this I would have done something trite and predictable like using that āOne for Allā line as an excuse to cut to Deku!! as opposed to this entirely unrelated scene!!
seriously though why do we need to see this lol
no one in this crowd has ever heard of Alexander Dumas huh. or even the popular 2007 Disney Channel original movie, High School Musical 2
so now thereās an entire page of Hawks saying they need to know what One for All is, and Endeavor having one of those patented Todoroki WHOOSH realizations lmao look at this
just wait until this man figures out that one of the scrappy new interns he took on three months ago was actually the main character all along
SKDFIOHWIERLKSJGLWLK!!
NOW IS PROBABLY A GOOD TIME TO ASK MYSELF WHY I CHOSE THIS CHARACTER WHO KEEPS DISAPPEARING FOR SIX OR TWELVE OR FORTY CHAPTERS AT A TIME TO BE MY FUCKING FAVORITE. WELCOME BACK SON PLEASE DONāT SCREAM YOURSELF TO DEATH YOU STILL HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
(ETA: can we just take a moment to appreciate how Bakugou even got so close to Dekuās room in the first place though. in this giant hospital with no idea of where to even go. does he have Deku Radar or something.)
YOU SIX ARE OFFICIALLY ON MY HIT LIST!! SPARE ME YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS!! MY BAKUDEKU REUNION KEEPS GETTING POSTPONED WEEK AFTER WEEK!! YOUāRE SUPPOSED TO BE HEROES WHERE IS YOUR CONCEPT OF MERCY
(ETA: btw just to be clear, Iām not actually angry lol; it makes total sense that they donāt want this rampaging feral toddler who was still in his own coma all of fifteen minutes ago to come and start screaming at the other coma child until he tears all his stitches out. if thereās anything we Bakugou fans should be familiar with by now, itās being patient.)
also, Tsuyu wrapping her tongue around Bakugouās still-healing torso wound absolutely canāt be hygienic at all. also wait is that Inko??
(ETA: pretty sure it is her. she got all of one line smdh.)
Iida is all āthank god Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight pulled through, I thought for sure he was a goner back thereā
for the record this is actually really sweet to see how relieved he is. heās one of the few people who saw the original injury close up, back when he was still at the battlefield and unconscious, so I imagine it really did freak him out quite a bit
JIROUUUUUU
āsometimes I just like to stand here and tug on my imaginary suspenders, what of itā
how come you guys get to loiter around Dekuās room but Kacchan doesnāt. god fucking dammit. AND WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN
I BET KACCHAN COULD WAKE HIM UP FROM HIS COMA WITH THE POWER OF RIVAL INTENSITY!! BUT NOOOOOOOO, [is dragged away back to my fort]
OH MY GOD!?!
"this seems to be an entirely normal and above-board situation that we have just stumbled ontoā
I see Jeanist comes from the Iida Tenya school of respectfully using peopleās full names
Jeanist becoming one of the main characters is the best thing to ever happen to this series
EXCUSE YOU, IIDA
BUT IāM SURE HEāD MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOR KACCHAN THOUGH!! [elbowing my way back out of the fort]Ā HAWKS, PLEASE --
DONāT GO ALL OMINIOUSLY PUTTING THE PIECES TOGETHER ALL ON YOUR OWN GODDAMMIT
āthereās absolutely no way this angry wriggling shoulder burrito kid here could answer literally all of my questions, so Iāll just ignore himā
OH MY GOD WEāRE FINALLY CUTTING BACK TO HIM BUT THE CHAPTER IS ENDING
[jumps up, throws a folding chair at Iida and the rest of the gang, and then runs]
oh my god. actually this chapter was awesome. but Iām so fucking mad at this cliffhanger though lol
at least we got a couple of answers! and some hints and teases! poor Deku looks so worn out even though heās asleep dlwkjl my little green baby. and is it just me or is his quirk activated?? All Mightās all āI can feel itā as if it isnāt obvious just looking at him, why are you trying to be all mysterious dude
anyway! so at least we finally have confirmation and a date for those vestige antics at long last. looking forward to meeting Mister The Fourth next week so we can finally ask him āhey dude, what the fuckā
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Invisible String (Harry Styles x Reader)
(Soulmate AU)
A/N: Got inspired with this while listening to Taylor Swiftās Invisible string, hence the title. It took me a really long time to write this, hope you like it!Ā
Warnings: none
Summary: In a world where soulmates are connected by an invisible red thread, how would you find yours?
āMaybe if I yank it hard enough, Iāll pull him to me.ā
āHoney, you know thatās not how it works, right?ā My Mom leaned forward and placed her hand on my arm, she looked genuinely concerned for me.
āMom, you got it easy. You were fifteen when you bumped into dad. Literally. And here I am, twenty-six and still donāt know who is my soulmate,ā My voice rising slowly as I pushed her hand away from me, I was getting rather frustrated having the same conversations over and over again.
āOh don't be so dramatic, your Grandma was thirty-five when she met your Grandpa and you know how happy they were. You'll find him," my mom tried to reassure me. Again. āOr her," tilting her head to the side, she added as an afterthought.
I almost wanted to roll my eyes, my Grandma was aĀ veryĀ patient lady,Ā unfortunately, she didn't pass down the trait to me.
I had been waiting for my soulmate ever since I turned five and sort of understood the concept. Invisible red strings. Fate. The one.
My parents sat me down one fine day and explained to me how two people that were meant to be together were connected by an invisible red thread tied to their little fingers.
All I asked them at the time was if the thread was invisible, how did people know it was red. They told me I'll find out in due time.
I still didn't know the answer to that.
But after my five-year-old brain had absorbed the newly received information, I got obsessed with finding my soulmate.
There was something incredibly reassuring about having someone only meant for you. But wrapped around it was the uncertainty of how andĀ whenĀ and you will find them, or evenĀ ifĀ you'll find them.
After that day, I would constantly find myself reaching for my pinky finger, a calmness washing over me, a hope to find someone, and call them mine.
My friends and I spent hours discussing our soulmates, what they would look like, how would we meet them, and so on. Our parents would look at us and coo, mostly finding this adorable, reminding them of a time when they were young and probably did the same.
That's how things worked.
I was ten and had left my obsession behind. I still found comfort in my little finger during times of sadness and anger.
One night in the middle of June, after a big fight with my parents, I ran up to my room, plopped myself on the bed, and let loose all the emotions building up in me.Ā
It was a few hours later when my breathing calmed down and the tears on my cheeks dried when my left hand reached for my pinky, and my fingers felt a soft textured thread reaching out from it.
My eyes widened as I looked down at my hands but found nothing, only my fingers wrapped around what seemed to be air, a few inches in front of my right hand's littlest finger.
I could not comprehend what had happened and chalked it up to delusions due to my tiredness.
The next morning I woke up, groggy, my hands automatically reached for the supposed string that I could feel the previous night and found that I could still touch it. "Maybe I am still tired," I convinced myself before sleeping for another few hours.
It was after spending a few days just feeling out the string that I realised I could touch the red string of fate.
My parents didn't believe so, they thought I was still a delusional kid with my head up in the clouds. They found it cute for a couple of days, happy that I was still interested in finding a soulmate, but then my constant attempts at convincing them that it was true got annoying for them.
No one seemed to believe me, and my friends thought I was lying for attention.
Nothing like this had ever happened. Fate worked mysteriously, fate worked behind the scenes. No one was supposed to knowĀ how, it just worked. I must be lying.
Since no one believed me, I found solace in my thread, in my soulmate. I tried pulling the string, hoping the one on the other side would reply, would pull it towards them as well. But nothing.
I guessed maybe they couldn't feel the string as well, just like everybody else. But my soulmate was not like everybody else. If I could touch the thread then they could as well, after all, our souls were connected. Maybe they just didn't want me.
I never stopped though, just like my pinky had become my safety blanket, I found a new comfort in pulling the thread, twisting it between my fingers, still praying that my other half could feel it, even if they didn't respond.
I would spend hours trying to follow the thread, but it seemed endless and at the time, my block was where my world ended. My soulmate was way out of my reach.
Three months later, in the middle of my English class, I felt it. A tug. I looked down, before realising I could not see it. I almost laughed at my stupidity, but it was clear as day, my soulmate had responded.Ā
My head shook as a slow smile crept up my face and I couldn't stop the sigh leaving my mouth. My classmates probably worried about my sanity, shaking my head and smiling at nothing sitting in the centre of the classroom. But I didn't care.
Knowing that there indeed was someone on the other side was like finding a piece of land after a lifetime at sea. I didn't waste a second to reply and received a tug again. I smiled, he was here and he was here to stay.
It was the start of something new. Every time, one of us felt down or lonely or happy we would pull at our thread, we now had someone to share those moments with.
I didn't know if his family or friends knew about us, but it felt like our secret.
Over the years, we formed this new language between us. Sometimes, we would pull the thread at the same time, or wait for the other to respond but no one would. It was uncoordinated and messy, like two drunk people attempting to dance, but it was ours.
I was eighteen when I figured a way to enhance our communication.Ā Morse code.
It was some random detective show that gave me the idea and it seemed perfect. I just didn't know how to communicateĀ thisĀ to him.
It took me less than a month to learn morse code. After I was done learning, I tried pulling at the thread in a specific pattern āHey Soulmateā.
He wouldn't understand the message, but I prayed he would realise what it was.
He did.
Somehow, my soulmate had lost the ability to disappoint me. I smiled at the thought.
It took weeks of incomprehensible back and forth between us for us to finally be able to understand each other. It was hard, but we achieved it.
I realised two things from our exchanges.
One- My soulmate was a dork, his dad jokes were endless and two- I loved every second of it.
He would start pulling at the string in the middle of the night and I had to grab the notepad and pencil from my bedside table and decipher his messages half-asleep. And It would end up being some lame knock-knock joke.
You bet I laughed every time.
Ā Which always led me to wonder what it would be like to actually be with him. How would he be as a partner? Would he hold my hand walking down the street? Would he kiss me in front of his friends? What nickname would he give me or would he give me any at all?
I spent most of my time talking to Harry, whose name I had learnt in one of our earliest full conversations.
My parents let it slide, believing it to be someĀ teenage issues.Ā My friends were lucky enough to have found their own soulmates at a young enough age and were too busy being in love.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked him one night.
I kept staring at the neon stars on my ceiling. Trying to conjure his face in my mind as I waited for his response, but didn't feel the now familiar tug that carried his replies.
It seemed like hours before my little finger was finally pulled at. With my notepad and pencil at the ready, I was prepared to write.Ā āA musicianā.
The corners of my mouth were pulled upwards and I imagined a young faceless man with a guitar in his hand performing in a stadium for thousands of people.
A laugh left me when I pictured him ending his concert with a final joke. People would groan at him but laugh nonetheless. They would love him too.
My mind then wandered to a future where he was performing at the Madison Square Garden, people screamingĀ I love youĀ from the audience. A huge smile gracing his lips. He would then came home late at night after the concert and lay down on the bed next to me. He would wrap his arm around my sleeping form and whisperĀ I love you in my ear and I would respond with a sleepy mmph. He would smile down at me and eventually fall asleep too.
I looked down at the thread which was still pulling but all I could catch was a question mark. I cursed myself for not paying attention and asked him to repeat his question.
āWhat about you, Lovie?"
I stilled. Lovie? A nickname. So heĀ wasĀ a nickname kinda guy.
I almost forgot to reply to him. But then instantly hit him back with a āJournalistā.
My pinky was pulled again,Ā āMaybe that is how we will cross pathsā.
I liked the thought.
"Owww," my right hand was pulled harshly when I stood up to submit my English assignment, causing me to fall forward. I was confused for a few seconds, trying to piece what caused it, but found nothing.
I looked around as everyone was laughing at my clumsiness, still dazed, I stood up and placed my essay on my teacher's table who looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed in concern, her lips parted to whisper "Are you okay?"
I nodded my head and returned to my seat, head down and my thoughts racing a thousand miles a minute. Before it clicked, Harry. I couldn't believe he made me fall down on purpose, or maybe it was an accident.
āSorryā
I shook my head at my clumsy partner and focused on my teacher who had started talking about something else already.
I wasn't going to let the incident go that soon. During our next conversation, instead of sending him a reply, I held onto the soft, invisible thread tightly and yanked it towards me.
Not getting a reply soon after, I started worrying I had actually hurt him. Panic flowed through me, this was an insane idea, why would I do that? What if he was driving? What if he was at a height?
āOwwwā
I admit I laughed, the incident wasn't hilarious enough to call for that level of laughter, but I did.
All my panic had immediately flown out of me. I loved it; before he pulled his end of the string again and made me fall down.
Thus, welcomed a new addition to our language.
We would yank our strings during mid-conversations, making the other fall down wherever they were. Did injury turn us on? We never tried to guess.
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Moving to college was harder than I thought, I didn't know if I was moving closer to Him or farther away.
I considered asking him where he lived, but shook the thought away, we had promised not to reveal to each other any of our identifiable qualities except for our first names. We wanted to leave some things up to the true mastermind, Fate.
Going to New York University was my dream. Receiving my acceptance letter was an emotional moment for me, it took my Mom like an hour to calm me down enough to actually read the letter.
So, physically being here, standing in my dorm room was another level of excitement. I was ready to bedazzle the world with my writing.
"Ouch," someone came rushing into me from the back. I turned around to look at the person who bumped into me, only to find a five-foot-something, brown-haired girl standing in front of me, rubbing her forehead.
"Hi."
"Hello, you must be the roommate. I'm Olivia, what about you?" Her eyes held a curious gaze, as she extended her right hand towards me.
"Y/n," I placed my hand in hers and shook it lightly, having a good feeling about her.
"Y/n, brace yourself, we're gonna be best friends for a really long time."
I knew it.
During my time at NYU, Olivia really did become my best friend, she introduced me to her soulmate, Ashley, who was somehow an even bigger bundle of joy than Liv. I didn't know that was possible.
"Who're those guys?"
"Hmm?"
"In your poster, I have always wanted to ask you that," I pointed at the big poster Liv had stuck on her wall in our first year.
She looked at me, her brows raised up to her forehead and her mouth agape, "You don't know One Direction?"
"I mean, I have heard of them. Are they any good?" I remembered my friends back home making me listen to a song of theirs, "What makes you beautiful', it was catchy but I never dug deeper into them. I didn't even know why.
"Only the best," her mouth was set into a hard line, but her forehead was covered in creases as though she was thinking deeply about something.
"Come on, I'll show you their songs. I donāt why weāve never done this before.ā
This commenced a whole night of one direction albums, music videos, their documentary, and their recent concert film. She even called Ashley to our room, which began an intense lesson on the fandom ships, theories, and dramas. It was a busy night.
By the next day, I was more knowledgable about one direction than I had ever intended to be. I didn't it mind it though, I got to further learn the inner makings of my best friend.
I had to admit, I was a little partial towards Harry Styles, his name had become a personal favourite of mine. Plus, he was cute.
I also noticed how clumsy he was on stage. Constantly falling down, mid-performances. It was hilarious. Olivia told me that's just how he was. Goofy, dorky, always telling lame jokes.
āDo you know one direction?ā
I waited for his reply, this one took longer than our previous ongoing conversation. I didn't like it when he replied late.
āYes.ā
āOlivia introducedĀ me to them.ā
āWho do you like the best?ā
I didn't even have to think about it at all,Ā āHarry styles.ā
I hoped he was smiling, where ever he was.
āReally? Not my personal favourite.ā
That idiot. My face was hurting from smiling so much. I wondered how I would even be in this guy's presence without physically hurting my cheeks.
But I knew I wouldn't mind it, as long as I could be with him.
āWho do you like then?ā
āYou.ā
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I had never known how successful my dream of becoming a journalist could be. All I knew of back then was my talent for writing and my passion to make my voice heard. And it was all I had ever needed.
Rolling Stone was a magazine only a few could say they were not familiar with. And even fewer who wrote for it.
I was one lucky girl, who worked through countless unpaid internships before finally landing a job at this prestigious place. I had written quite a few articles under the politics section of the magazine.
I kept up with Harry over the years, at this point I knew basically everything about him, except for what he did for a living, where he lived, and who he was. But I loved him. And I waited for him, even if did get tiring at times.
Everywhere I went, it felt like everyone had found their soulmates except for me. I was the one girl standing alone in the middle of a dance floor during a couple's song.
All these years he still seemed none the closer to me.
We still found joy in tripping each other during random hours of the day though; Falling for him was the highlight of my day.
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"Maybe if I yank it hard enough, I'll pull him to me."
I had a rocky relationship with my parents, they had never believed in me, too busy in their own love story to pay attention to their only daughter. I couldn't hold it against them though if you had something as beautiful as they did, why would you focus on anything else.
I sigh in bitterness as my Mom rambled on about how she met my Dad. Although I had heard the story a billion times, it still made me smile. Then, reminded me how I didn't have that.
My phone started vibrating next to me, I looked at it to find it was my boss calling me. I tilted my head upwards, trying to recall if I had informed her of my visit to my parents' house. I had.
Confused, I picked up the phone, "Y/N, you need to come to the office now. We need you to take over the article Rob Sheffield was supposed to write," my boss's commanding voice instantly hits my ears, making me flinch backwards.
"Wait,Ā what?"
"Rob had an urgent business to attend to and you are the only replacement available." Her voice carried her usual urgency.
"But Rob is a music journalist, I write politics." Her words were rushing past me and it was getting harder for me to keep up.
"Obviously I know that, but as I said you are the only replacement available, everyone else is already working on their pieces. Come to the office and get your assignment. Now." When I was told my boss did not joke around, they were not kidding.
As soon as she hung up, I started packing up my stuff. I explained to my Mom about the situation, her shoulders slumped, I knew she really wanted to spend more time with me, but she sighed, nodding her head in understanding.
Walking into the Rolling Stone's office every day still brought me back to my first day here. When I was a twenty-three-year-old naive girl, with a heart full of determination and a head full of ideas.
The elevator doors opened and my eyes fell upon the old Rolling Stone covers hung from the wall, they looked like gold records in a music studio. I walked down the lobby to the reception and asked Ally if my boss was available.
I knocked at her door, patiently waiting for her to invite me in. Three years later and I was still deathly afraid of her.
"Y/n, you are going to interview Harry Styles. You'll leave for LA tomorrow morning, and meet him first thing after landing, hang out with him a couple days, get to know him, this is going to be the cover story. I know music is not your department but right now IĀ reallyĀ don't have any other option. Do your research all day today, we'll publish the article in next month's issue. It better be good." She clicked her fingers, pointing them at me and then shooed me away from the entrance of her cabin.
"Harry Styles huh," I walked towards my desk remembering all the late-night dance parties I had with Liv and Ashley during college, blasting all of One direction's hits, discussing fan theories and whatnot.
The familiar pullĀ nayĀ yank brought me back to the present, on my office floor, with my colleagues watching over the all too familiar scene.
A smile graced my lips, at this point I had lost the ability to feel shame. I sat down on my desk and pulled at my thread.
āYou will pay for this.ā
āI am ready when you are, Lovie.ā
How was our relationship ever going to work if I was ready to melt any time he called me that.
I knew he was waiting for me to trip him, but I didn't. I would get him when he wouldn't expect it. Not today sir, not today.
I went to start researching on Harry Styles and preparing my questions for tomorrow. A groan escaped my lips as I slammed my forehead on the table, this wasĀ notĀ enough time.
Harry Styles was a multi-millionaire, platinum record selling artist with millions of fans. He was portrayed to be this womaniser, who played with people's hearts. But, the first thing I learnt about him during my research was of his kind heart.
I surfed through countless videos of his interactions with fans, clips from his concerts, conversations with paparazzi and not once did I find him in a bad mood or as someone less than the absolute model of perfection. Everybody had bad days, well everyone but Mr.Styles apparently.
As someone only writing about the people in power; the politicians, the stark deviance from my usual subjects was a well-welcomed change.
He was a part of various charities, always preaching about love and kindness. Honestly, I was a little jealous of how lucky his soulmate was, to have someone like him.
After reading possibly everything I could about Harry, I started working on the questions I would ask him. I was determined to know how he managed to be the way he was. How he remained calm even after constantly being harassed by fans and paps alike; How after all these years, he still didn't let the fame get to his head.
I woke up the next morning feeling weird tingles in my stomach, I wasn't able to determine if it was good or bad. I went about my usual routine trying to ignore the tingly feeling. I read through my questions again, I had formed a sort of admiration for Harry (the singer) and I wasn't going to embarrass myself when it mattered the most.
I checked myself in the mirror one last time, feeling good with the outfit I went for- a tan, high-waisted lace-up jumpsuit. My confident outfit seemed like compensation for the nerves running through my body.
My mind wandered to my soulmate for a second, wondering what he must be up to right now. I looked up at myself in the mirror again and saw the smile on my face. Only for you, partner. I shook my head, picked up my suitcase and left for the airport.
The last thing I wanted to do after a six-hour flight was to meet an international celebrity, but I shrugged, a job was a job.
The deli we were supposed to meet at was a quaint place, the two ladies working there were incredibly sweet. They greeted me with the widest smiles and escorted me to a semi-secluded corner when I told them about the purpose of my visit. They doted about Harry, who I concluded was a regular here, calling him 'my love'.
Harry hadn't arrived yet and I was starving, the fragrance of different foods in the deli wafted to my nose, serving as a constant reminder of my hunger. The ladies whose names I had learnt to be Gloria and Raisa noticed my condition and offered to bring me a sandwich, but I declined the offer, not wanting to order before Harry's arrival, considering it to be a bit rude.
But, ever the saviour Harry entered the deli soon after, I admit I released a long breath in relief, I would finally get to order.
Harry's presence was like a force of nature, no one could escape it. I stood up from my seat, without thinking twice as if something compelled me to honour it. I couldn't pry my eyes away from him, and I didn't want to. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.
Every step of his brought him closer to me, the weird tingles I had been feeling all morning intensified, crawling up to every part of my body. I wanted something,Ā anythingĀ to help me ground myself.
My hands frantically searched around for my thread, and as soon as my fingers made contact with theĀ string of fate, the familiar calm washed over me.
Maybe in my frantic state, I pulled the string too hard. I winced, almost closing my eyes as Harry's expression changed into one of panic, his eyes widening as he fell forward. I worried about my Harry as well, realising how hard I must have pulled the thread.
Oh.
OH.
I rushed towards Harry, helping him up. When my hand touched his bicep, a warmth started flooding through my veins, locking eyes with him, I knew he was experiencing the same thing as well.
We both looked down towards our hands and a red string was seen connecting our pinkies. We met each other's eyes again.
"Hi," he gave me a toothy grin. I could die a thousand times for his smile.
"Hello," his eyes, a little sunken, were the most beautiful green I had ever seen, I could spend a lifetime getting lost in them.
"Well since I've already fallen for you, how abou' we go out to eat something.Ā Oh wait,Ā we're already here." His chest was out, and his eyes gleamed at his statement, he was weirdly proud of his jokes.
My entire body shook, I didn't know if I was laughing at his āPick up line' or the situation. I was standing in front of my soulmate, whom I've pined after all my life, only for him to turn out to be Harry fucking Styles.
His brows furrowed in concern as I continued laughing, even he realised his joke was not funny enough to prompt this big of a guffaw.
I took a step back, my hands reaching up to rest on the sides of my face, tears were streaming down my face from laughing too much. Harry's contorted face making me laugh louder. I could not stop.
He reached out his hands and wrapped them around mine. I noted how big his hands were compared to mine, warmer too. "Hey, are you okay?"
Ā I nodded my head, taking deep breaths to calm myself. When I seemed to have a hold on my laugh, another round burst from me. I started shaking again.
At this point, Harry had given up on me and started laughing as well. We were garnering unneeded attention but we couldn't stop. I noticed from the corner of my eyes, Gloria and Raisa were hovering around us protectively, not letting anyone come near us.Ā Angels.
After several minutes or hours, we stopped for good. And even though my stomach was hurting like a bitch, my smile couldn't have been wider.
"So, it's you huh," I started, bringing Harry to my table, "MyĀ soulmateĀ heh." My palms were getting sweaty, I tried to subtly wipe them on my pants.
He sat across me, reaching out and grabbing my hands in his again. I changed our hand positions, interlocking my fingers with his. The red string between us lengthening and shortening constantly, conforming to our movements.
He nodded, a smile ever-present on his face. He released a small breath, his shoulders slumped slightly, "I've dreamed of this moment for years. It's good to finally meet you,Ā Lovie."
A weird gurgle-like sound left my mouth. My eyes widened as I covered my mouth, horrified and embarrassed at the same time.
He just looked amused, raising his eyebrows as if to ask me what the fuck was that.
"It's just, it keeps hitting me that this moment is real. That you are here in front of me and you are the Harry Styles-" my eyes continued to dart down to the striking red colour of the thread I was so accustomed to not seeing "-But like you are also just Harry, who I've known all my life."Ā
"I get tha', IĀ do," he nodded fervently, "All my life, I pictured a faceless girl when I imagined a life with you. Now everything seems complete, like the final piece of the puzzle has been placed and I can see my life as a whole picture and I see you with me," he then shrugged his shoulders, wanting to be seen nonchalant.
Hearing him reflect on everything that I've been feeling as well, brought tears in my eyes. He noticed my eyes getting glassy,
"Was it too much too soon?" His fingers were slightly tapping on the table, he kept looking down at our joined hands and biting his lips. My eyes fell to his lips, I hadn't noticed how pink they were.
"No, no, not at all," my hold on his hands tightened as I shook my head, trying to ease his nerves as well.
I went silent for a minute, not sure if I should continue before starting to tap a pattern on the table. One I hoped he would get without having to write it down.
āI love you.ā
If the smile on his face were to say anything, it was that he got it. Of course, he would.
Our fingers started to tingle, pulling our attention towards them as we watched the red string starting to disappear.
When it seemed to be fully gone, I traced my hand around the table, checking if I could still feel it, I couldn't. It had really gone away.
I knew this would happen, but it didn't make saying goodbye any easier. Harry brought our hands together again, catching my attention again, "I don't need the string any more, I have you in my arms now." He rested his forehead on mine, breathing slowly.
He then brought my hands up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on my knuckles. Causing a soft gasp to leave my lips.Ā I swear he would kill me one day.
"I love you too, Lovie."
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a little birdie told me pt. 10
Summary: Y/N āBirdieā Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their ābusinessā
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader
Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, mentions of forced marriage, mentions of alcohol abuse
Word Count: 1.8k
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Y/N was in the kitchen when she heard someone return home. She had been sitting at the kitchen island, staring down at a glass of whiskey. She had poured it to settle her nerves, but had yet to pick it up. Pepper walked in and immediately could tell that something was bothering her daughter. She saw the glass and slowly slid it out of Y/Nās hands, āWhatās wrong? I thought last night was a success. Did something happen?ā The younger woman nodded and refused to meet Pepperās eyes. It didnāt take much for the intuitive woman to guess what was ailing her daughter. She nodded, āYou finally realized you are in love with Steve.ā
āI didnāt mean to be,ā Y/N wailed as she slammed her forehead onto the island, āow.ā
āWhy is this such a bad thing?ā
āBecause the last person I was with was a terrible person,ā Birdie grumbled, āI had every intention of staying single forever to avoid feeling like shit every again.ā
āHoney, thatās insane. Anyone with eyes can see that Steve is disgustingly in love with you and would move mountains to make you happy.ā
āItās just so soon. Too soon.ā
āThereās no timeline for this kind of thing. When you know, you know.ā Pepper laughed to herself, āThe funniest thing is that when I confronted your father about the arranged marriage, he told me that the plan was for you and Steve to get married.ā
Y/N shot her head up and nearly toppled off the stool, āWhat? He picked Steve for me? IāI have to go.ā
Y/N was trying to keep her head on straight as she walked into Georgeās office. The entire drive over, she had tried to calm down and approach this with some levelheadedness. Before she could even sit down across from the desk, that plan was thrown our the window, āI need answers and I donāt think Dad will tell me everything. Why were you going to marry me off to Steve?ā
George sighed and leaned forward, āFirst of all, Iāve told your father that you shouldāve been told about all of this. The truth of the matter is that we needed stability in the families and this was a way to bring us together. HYDRA had started gaining power and your marriage was a way to secure some balance and open up channels that had previously been closed off to us. Also, we had seen the two of you together. You got on well. Why the sudden interest?ā
āI donāt know if I can stay here. Apparently, everyone has decided Iām Jamieās mom. No kid deserves to be stuck with me as their mother.ā
He leaned back in his chair, āHe really did a number on you.ā
Y/N felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs but she tried to play dumb, waiting to see how much he knew, āWho?ā
āYou think I donāt know things, Birdie? Iāve got your medical records from your hospital visit. I know that your hospital visit wasnāt a one time thing. I know about the miscarriage. I may not know his name, but I will soon.ā
āHoāhow?
āI'm a Barnes. A third of the group that runs New York. You think I canāt get information?ā
āHave you told anyone?ā They both knew who Y/N was truly worried about.
āI havenāt told Steve or Tony. You should though. I highly doubt they would be mad at you for anything,ā his voice softened, āYou were abused, Birdie. Nothing that he did to you is your fault.ā
Her nails were digging into her palm, trying to focus on anything else, āI let him kick me in the stomach. I didnāt even try to stop him. What kind of fucked up, evil person does that?ā
āYouāre not evil. Youāre hurting and have been for a while. I donāt think running will solve anything for you. Are you truly capable of leaving Jamie behind? Your family? Can you leave Steve when you love him?ā
Y/N looked at her godfather, āI donāt love Steve.ā
He laughed, āYou used to be better at lying. He has always brought you back down to earth. I thought a match between the two of you would settle you down. Steve even agreed to it, but he stipulated that you had to go to college first and that you had to agree. He couldnāt force it on you.ā
Y/N couldnāt believe it. She thought that he had just been hiding the marriage from her. Never had she considered that he knew he was her future husband, āHe knew the whole time? Why would he want to marry me?ā
āOf course, he knew. God knows why, because you were insane, and still are. He was ready to marry you. Clearly he thought you could make each other happy.ā
āHe didnāt tell me he knew it was him the whole time. I just thought he knew you were marrying me off.ā
āSeems he wanted a chance to romance you all on his own, but you were gone before he got the chance.ā
āThis is so much information,ā Y/N rubbed her temples.
George poured himself a drink, āI was like you for a really long time. I fought with my father every time I saw him, and I spent most of my teens and twenties drunk and alone. Itās a sad, lonely life that you have an opportunity to avoid. Take a chance, make mistakes. Itāll be worth it.ā
Y/N sat there for a minute, trying to absorb all of the information that had been thrown at her. The office door burst open and Tony came in, āGood, your mother said youād be here. I need you to do something.ā Y/Nās nerves immediately felt like they were on fire. The moment her father had that look on his face, it was a problem, āThere is a deal coming up and we need to present a united front. With the rumours swirling since your return, weāve discussed and think the best move is for you to marry Steve.āĀ
āTonyā,ā George tried to warn him that it wasnāt the time. The whole office was frozen as she absorbed the information.Ā
The laugh that broke the spell was harsh when Y/N realized he wasnāt kidding, āOh my god. OH MY GOD! That talk about not wasting my life was just a load of crap.ā She whirled around to Tony, āYou will never learn, will you? I am not some piece of property that you can trade!ā
Her father tried to walk closer but she stopped him. He continued anyway, āWhat is your objection to Steve, exactly? Heās a good man...mostly. We thought he'd be a good match for you three years ago and you are even closer now.ā
Y/N started to walk towards the door but she turned, āI knew about your plans for me then. Itās part of the reason I left. You move people around like pawns and donāt seem to know or care that your choices affect us. All Iāve ever wanted is a say in my life and every fucking time I think maybe itāll be different, you manage to prove me wrong. So congratulations, you continue to fuck it up.ā She stared unblinkingly at Tony, āI think it goes without saying that Iāll be taking you up on your offer.āĀ
Y/N walked down into the Ivory bar on a mission. She found her brother in his usual booth with the group. She marched up to the table, āEvening, gentlemen.ā They all nodded at her before she turned her attention to Steve. She planted her hands on the table, āLook here, Rogers, you can just move on to the next girl and stop wasting my time and yours. Do me a favor and lose my number. Iāll never marry you.āĀ
She didnāt look back as the men watched her through the window. She swung her leg over her bike and shot off. No one said a word and instead turned to look at Tony and George who had come down after her.
After she had left, Y/N pulled off near Central Park and parked. She wandered for hours until she bumped into someone. She had felt the weight of someoneās gaze for a while. Spinning around, she expected to see a familiar guard and was ready to tell them off. Instead of one of Tonyās men, it was the person who haunted her nightmares. āBetter watch where youāre going, darling.ā The voice made her blood run cold. Y/N was looking into the eyes of Brock Rumlow, the devil himself.
She stumbled back, trying to put some distance between them, āWhat are you doing here?ā
āLooking for you. You think Iād just let you leave?ā Brock grabbed her arm and jammed a finger into her stomach, āYouāve got my kid in there.ā
She laughed in his face, āNo, I donāt.ā He gritted his teeth and tightened his on her arm. Y/N knew that she was going to have bruises later.Ā
āYou killed our baby?ā she shook her head, but Brock was blinded by rage. He shook her, āDonāt lie to me, you traitorous whore.ā
āYou beat me so badly that night that I lost the baby. There is no one to blame but you. And now, you have no claim over me.ā Y/N wrenched her arm away, āYou lose.ā
āThatās where you are wrong, darling. What would Daddy Stark think of you running away to be with me? A member of HYDRA? Would they keep you if they knew the truth? You really would be a traitorous whore in everyoneās eyes.ā
Y/N thought she was going to be sick. Brock was a member of HYDRA? She couldnāt believe she hadnāt known. This was so much worse than she could have imagined. āStay away from me.ā She turned and walked away.
He called after her, āIāll be seeing you, baby!ā The moment she rounded the corner, she took off in a run. Y/Nās thoughts flying as fast as she was down the streets. Once she was a block away, she cut off into an alley. She needed a moment to get her plan organized. As much as it pained her to admit it, Brock was probably right. If everyone knew the details about his connection to HYDRA, at minimum, sheād be exiled and never be able to see her family again. At worse, sheād be deadā¦ a traitor to the Three Families. Y/N knew that there was only one thing she could do to make her position more secure and she hated it more than anything: she needed to marry Steve Rogers.
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Response to an ask from Ophelia:
(this one is a little older and about many things like Tinker, minorities, daydreaming, tangents, etc.)
I am! I am very much alright with you sending me asks more frequently, whatever frequently means for you. I don't know how to properly convey to you that you truly aren't a burden or an inconvenience or anything like that, and that answering your asks is fun! I like getting to talk to you, and it's not going to be too much.
Tinker is a character that really interests me, and one who seems very neurodivergent to me, hence the analysis. I do, however, have a tendency to hold nd characters to a stricter standard than other characters which I'm trying to stop doing. But it's like a little "oo! You're supposed to be like me so I want to break you into even more pieces to fully understand and compare every aspect about you!" But even with her not fully matching up with my nd experience, she's still probably the character that I have the most fondness for because she does interact with the world differently. She has a "unique way of communicating" and sees value and worth in things that others don't. That's very vague but it's like the perfect building point. Though I also wasn't sure what minority she was supposed to be representative of when I first read the book (I think I read Flashback before I realized I had Funky Brain Syndrom, aka I'm nd), though now I'm assuming it's nd people, specifically autistic people.
Same! Characters only fitting into one minority, while it does happen, feels very rare and like? Where is the rest of them? And it does affect people! It makes people think they're too other, like hang on I can't be all these things when I'm already these one/two, when really it's completely normal to be a bunch! I kinda jokingly kept track of all the minorities I fit into at one point to be like "haha I'm collecting them!!" except it's just...normal. I am a normal number of minorities, but having characters who didn't fit into more than one or two made me think that any more was unreasonable. Also that thing about being influenced by fiction is very relatable. As a kid (and I guess still to this day) I would read a book and then just...absorb the characters. To the point that at the end of the year one of my teachers told me that she could like...see me grow/the difference every time I finished a book. Which was frequently so like I was constantly absorbing new people into my brain
Yes! I would love to see characters fitting into more than one minority and it's not seen as this big thing but instead as normal, because it is! And it isn't the center of their character, but it's acknowledged and influences them because it does affect who they are and how they see the world. Like, being queer isn't all I think about, but it will affect what I think of say, a movie with a romance plot in it. It's not a huge deal, but it is something that I see differently than others because I am queer!
Also, if you'd ever want to share your daydream world(s), you more than welcome to!
Thank you. You're words and compliments truly mean a lot to me, so thank you for all of it. I try to be kind to everyone I talk to, especially online. I am over the whole "I am a loner and push people away and nobody knows me and I guard my heart" kind of mindset that I accidentally absorbed from a few characters, so I'm trying to counteract that. Because I am not! I love people and I love helping people and sharing interests and information and being kind and appreciating things. And articulate! That's one of my favorite ways to be described, so thank you. Words--specifically writing--are where I can most effectively arrange my thoughts and communicate, so it's wonderful to know that I'm doing it well. Talking allows a lot of room for misunderstandings and forgetting things, but if I can write it down I can make things make sense! And I'm glad that at least some of it has been helpful to you, and that I can do things to make you more comfortable talking with me. You're doing a wonderful job describing your experiences as well! I know it can be hard to really get the complexity of thought and experiences into words, and even if it feels inadequate you're doing really well and being clear. And once again!! Thank you!! I do have a lot to say, and I take that as a complement. I spent a lot of my younger years staying quiet to observe how others interact and because I couldn't interact wrong if I wasn't interacting at all, but I have!! So many thoughts!! And I love so many things and I want to share them all. So yes, I have a lot to say.
I'm frequently the same way when it comes to tangents, and while I've kinda figured out how to have normal conversations, it definitely feels more natural to just...talk forever. And specifically about things that interest me. I find a way to bring Twilight into nearly everything, relate it to everything, because when I can do that it makes unpleasant interactions more exciting! And also already pleasant interactions more exciting! You haven't misinterpreted my character at all, you've actually nailed that part of it. I mean, just looking through my blog you can see how much I talk about everything at just the slightest cue. There's probably over 100,000 words worth of content on my blog that come directly from me talking at people. I'm glad you can be a little more yourself when talking to me, that it's fun. I have fun talking to you! I think I do a lot of the talking on my blog, especially since I so rarely reblog others' things (though I would like to do that more), so it's always nice to let someone else talk too.
You're not annoying me at all! And if you really want, you could send an entire 11 page essay. It might take me a hot minute to respond to it all, but there are no limits on ask length on this blog!
and drifting subject to subject isn't a bad thing, I think most of the things you discussed were all related to each other, but even if they weren't I don't mind. If this is your first step to talking about less negative things, then I'm very happy for you!! You don't have to force yourself to talk about happy things to balance out the negative or anything, I'm here to talk about anything you send me.
As for the nicknames, I don't mind them at all! I love personalized nicknames, like "hey I like you enough that i've created a name I'm going to call you that reminds me of you." You can all me whatever you'd like, whether that's my name (quil) or something else! Related to my url, to something about me, etc. I think nicknames are really fun, but quil doesn't lend itself to nicknames very well. Though I did know someone in ninth grade who called me Q for a few months because she couldn't remember my name but knew what letter it started with. And then there's another person I know who calls me Quinn whenever they see me because I think they have also forgotten my name.
My point is that you have my full permission to use nicknames for me!
also, I hope you're doing well! it's very nice to hear from you <33
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The Fall of The Bird (Avengers Fanfic Prologue)
A/N: Hello! I am a new writer, so if there are things/mistakes anyone notices please kindly let me know.Ā
Iāve had the Idea for this character and this story for a long time, and Iām finally coming around to bringing her story to life. Iām posting this first, and then I will make another post that has more information about the character herself and who her face claim is. I really hope people enjoy this and follow along with her story and come to love the character as much as I do!Ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Grand Est, France
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Birds perched on a tree, sitting close together to try and absorb each other's warmth. The snow covering their feathers like a second skin. And a few hundred yards in front of them, was a small building. But little did the small birds know what happened inside of the seemingly abandoned area. It was tiny, the size of a small family home, and completely concrete and grey. It almost looked like it was supposed to be a doomsday bunker.Ā
The birds were confused, there hadn't been anyone to the bunker for as long as they had been there. But recently, about a few months ago, a few Jeepās pulled in, and men in black uniforms filed out of the vehicles. They carried equipment inside. Provisions, weapons, and a strange machine.Ā
Of course, the birds would have no idea the machine would be. But I can tell you what the machine looked like. The first two pieces looked the same. Two poles, thick in width -maybe about 12 inches-Ā and tall in height, thought that looked like it could be adjusted. At one end of each pole seemed to be a small platform that could enable them to stand upright, and on the other end seemed to be metal boxes, possibly to store the wires for whatever the machine was.Ā
They only carried in two other things that seemed to be related to the machine, though those were in cases that took two men to carry each. So the little birds couldnāt see what they were.Ā
The birds enjoyed watching the men. They always had men standing around the outside of the building, holding large guns, and scanning the perimeter expertly. There was no way of telling what was happening inside, no windows were on the building, but they had transported a copious amount of computers to the building. So they canāt just be there for a vacation.Ā
Every few days men would pile into the Jeeps quickly, like they were being sent out on a mission. But they never seemed to be triumphant when they came back. Whatever they had been after each time must have gotten away.Ā
By now it had just hit the three month mark, and the sun was starting to set. The beautiful colors falling over the somewhat untouched French forest. It was peaceful, and serene.Ā
But the peacefulness was interrupted when their Jeepās pulled in through the snow once again, the now familiar logo of some type of red skull with tentacles gleaming in the light.Ā
This time was different than the last times the Jeepās had pulled in though. They were going faster, with a purpose.Ā
When they stopped, not a millisecond was spared before all doors on both Jeeps were flung open, and the soldiers poured out, though they returned with less men than they had left with yet again.Ā
The guard who had exited the drivers side of the Jeepās closest to the building had his lips curled into a smirk. He relished in the sounds of the grunting and struggling coming from the other Jeep. His smirk only grew when the person the noises belonged to, was led around to his side of the Jeep.Ā
Her hands were bound behind her back, her snarl only became more intense than it had previously been when her eyes met the guardās. He stepped closer, his steps confident but lazy, as well as how he was holding his rifle.Ā
āWe finally caged the little bird,ā Said the man, an air of victory around the young man as he stepped closer to the girl, who seemed to be a couple years younger. He lowered his eyes to her level, the guard holding her being sure to keep a tight grip on her arms. āGuess you were wrong, we did get you.ā He mocked, his head tilting.Ā
His blue eyes seemed to gleam, while the girlās one green and one blue ones might as well have been red with anger and annoyance. It only took a second. The girl reeled her head back before connecting her forehead with his nose. Enough force being given to make him yell and stumble back. His left hand left the underside of the barrel of his gun, and instead flew up to cup his bleeding nose. His head tilted back and his eyes shut tightly.Ā
The other guards all flinch, raising their guns to the girl, but she seemed to have no intention to move. She let out a huff through her nose and straightened her back, keeping her shoulders back. Her scowl never left though.Ā
The man brought his hand away from his nose and looked down to his glove clad hand, now soaked with blood that still dripped from his crooked nose. āYou little bitch-ā He seethed, but didnāt continue the sentence any further before he was dropping his gun, the strap around his chest letting it fall to his side.Ā
He stepped toward the girl, this time his paces held no air of confidence, nor victory. Just hatred. His hand went to her shoulder, shoving her front half down to connect with his risen knee. The guard that had been holding the girl quickly let go. The impact of his leg sent her into the Jeep. Her head hit it with a harsh thud before her legs gave out and she slid down.Ā
Her nose was bleeding like his, but not broken. She had her eyes shut tightly as she let her body lean to the left and tipped her head forward to spit out the blood from her busted lip and bitten tongue.Ā
She took a few labored breaths, but they just sounded more like grunts as she leaned back against the vehicle. Her eyes opened to look up to the man, he still had no victorious smile, just heaving breaths and flared nostrils that hurt his face.Ā
The girl rose a brow at him, a few stray dark hairs falling from their ponytail. āYou still hit like a little bitch, Harvey.ā She mumbled hoarsely with a small lopsided smirk, but there was nothing but honesty behind her words.Ā
The guard -Harvey- growled. āGet her up!ā He barked to the guard next to him, who wasted no time in lifting her up by her arms. She grunted, her head dipping down as she tried to make the ground seem like it was spinning.Ā
Before she knew it another blow was being sent to her gut, but she was able to tell it was by a fist. A wheezeĀ escaped her as she doubled over, probably only still on her feet because of the person holding her.Ā
Suddenly a voice cut through the air, it was high pitched- young. āStop hurting her!ā The girl's head snapped up, meeting the familiar eyes of the little boy being held by another Hydra guard. He must have only just been led around to this side of the cars.Ā
Harveyās grin returned, showing his bloodstained teeth. āOh, stop hurting your little friend?ā He asked tauntingly. The young boy's terrified eyes stayed wide, but he said nothing. Harvey laughed, and moved his hand toward the girls, grabbing her ponytail and yanking her head back harshly so she was standing straight.Ā
Her teeth bared into a snarl, huffing breaths through her grinding teeth while looking at Harvey. But his eyes were fixed on the little boyās. āSheās the reason youāre in this whole mess anyways kid,ā Harvey turned his eyes to her, and took a moment to appreciate her utterly pissed off expression. āIf it werenāt for her, you would have had a painless and easy death months ago.ā He turned his head back to the child. āBut now youāre in this shit.ā
One of the men from the side finally spoke up. āBoss, they want her inside.ā Harvey let out an exasperated breath. āFine.ā He snarled, releasing the girlās dark hair. āGet them in.āĀ
The squadron all nodded and moved towards the door. The girl seemed too tired to be able to fight back as she was led, but the boy only went kicking and screaming.Ā
Harvey stayed back, watching as his team took the two to the door. His head snapped towards the tree line of the forest hearing a sound.Ā
The two birds nuzzled close together, perched on their branch in front of the bunker. The snow covering them like it was a second skin, but that was okay. They nuzzled closer together, observing the forest in front of them. The bullet came fast, shot with pinpoint accuracy to get both birds in the neck.Ā
They fell off of the perch. Into the snowy ground below them, the flakes clinging to them like a second skin. And there was no warmth from them anymore. Only the warmth of their blood soaking the cold snow under them. Staining the once pure white with red.Ā
Harvey only tilted his chin back as he holstered his hand gun, and made his way inside the building.Ā
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Inside of the bunker was just as bland as the outside, except now there were bright white lights from the ceiling flashing onto The girlās pale and sweaty skin.Ā
The boy had stopped struggling, his yelling now reduced to scared whimpering. He looked over his shoulder to the girl, who attempted to send him a reassuring smile, but with the swelling in her lip and ache that felt like it was consuming her entire body, it came out as more of a grimace.Ā
She only seemed to be able to regain full control of her muscles when they started moving the boy to a different room, and continued taking her down the hall.Ā
āHey!ā She snapped, trying to pull from the manās hands. āStop! Where are you taking him!? Stop- let me go!ā She growled. āAsshat, if you donāt let me the hell go Iāll break something a lot worse than your nose!ā She yelled, her words now directed at the man restraining her.Ā
She couldnāt do it, the boy yelled for her. Pleaded to her. Begged her, to help him. But she couldnāt. She clenched her jaw and tried one more time to pull away as she watched the door to the room close, but she couldn't.Ā
I should be able to, She thought angrily. I have enhanced strength for Christās sake! She should be able to do this, and she was tearing herself apart for not being able to.Ā
She had kept herself, and the boy, hidden from Hydra for four months. She was supposed to kill him. But she couldnāt. She had been able to kill everyone else sheād been tasked with. But this time they had tasked her to abduct and execute a nine year old boy, all because of who his father was. And when she wasnāt able to, she killed the rest of her team, took him, and ran.Ā
She had killed the person she believed she was in love with to keep the boy safe, and now it was going to be for nothing. And in her mind, it was her fault.Ā
Her bones felt like they were a million pounds. When they had finally gotten her in the fight a few hours ago, Harvey had stuck a needle in her neck, and injected her with something. But it made her groggy, and she wasnāt able to use her abilities. Everything felt slightly blurry.Ā
One of the guards opened a door at the end of the hall, bringing her out of her guilty thoughts. Her eyes snapped to every inch of the room, scanning anything they could take in. Computers lined one of the walls, on them were maps of the area and cities, and footage from street and shop security cameras. So this is where theyāve been tracking us, she thought.Ā
That thought seemed to be thrown into a trash bin of unimportance as her eyes landed on the metal table in the middle of the room, leather straps for arms, legs, and for someoneās neck attached to the surface.Ā
The girlās eyes widened. āNo.ā Her eyes peeled themselves front the table when a voice came to her ears. āSubject B24.ā His accent was thick German, and she recognized him, only barely, he was one of the doctors at the Hydra base she lived at for most of her life. He lifted his head from the clipboard in his hands, and a smile came onto his lips. āJay, itās good to see your face again.ā He shook his head. āMy apologies, I hear you do not go by that name anymore. What is it you call yourself now? Ah, Raven.āĀ
Memories suddenly flooded to the girl's mind, making tears gloss her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.Ā
Jay grunted as she leaned against the wall of the cave. It wasn't an ideal shelter, it was damp inside, and not exactly warm, and small. She had to crouch to walk inside, and it was only big enough for her to sit with her back to the wall and stretch her legs out before her toes touched the other side.Ā
The boy beside her stayed silent. His eyes wide as he stared down at his shoes. He had just been taken from his home by a small group of strange people and tied to a chair. The girl sitting next to him, only a couple of hours ago had a gun pointed to his temple.Ā
But she didnāt kill him. She had turned and used the bullets meant for him to kill the group that was with her and get him out. They had been chased when they tried to leave town, and after it all they ended here.Ā
The boy's eyes looked at the girl as she hissed in pain. She was leaned over her leg, looking at her thigh with a grimace. The boy wanted to ask what was wrong, but he stopped when the girl took a deep breath and started to push her fingers into the flesh of her thigh.
His eyes widened, now realizing her leg was wounded, and she was trying to get something out of it. It didnāt take long, it must not have been that far in there, before she pulled her hand away, a small shiny -blood coated- bullet between her thumb and forefinger.Ā
She threw the bullet to the other side of the cave and leaned her head back, closing her eyes while letting out a deep sigh. The boy gulped, realizing he could have been the one to get shot.Ā
They sat in silence for a while. And in that time the girl had torn some of her shirt and tied it just above the bullet wound on her thigh.Ā
The child didnāt like the silence, so he spoke. āWhatās that?ā He asked, grabbing the girlās attention. He pointed to the necklace that rested against her chest when she made a face like she didnāt know what he was talking about.Ā
Her eye landed on the necklace, and she gently picked it up in her fingers. āA person very close to me made it for me.ā She answered quietly.Ā
āLike a present?ā The boy asked, tilting his head to the right, and scooting slightly to look at her.Ā
The girl let out a small chuckle, though there seemed to be little humor behind it. āSort of.āĀ
The boy nodded and looked back down to his dirty sneakers. After a moment another question came to mind. āWhatās your name?ā He asked.Ā
The girl thought for a moment. She didnāt actually have a real name, or if she did she didnāt know it. The guards and scientists had always called her by her subject number. There was one name that had been given to her though. Herā¦ lover, had given it to her when they were young, and it had kind of just stuck through the years.Ā
But everything he believed in was Hydra, and she didnāt know how well she could trust either him, or Hydra anymore. āJay.ā She finally answered. Deciding that that name would be easier for the kid to remember than her numbers.Ā
āLikeā¦ blue jay? Is that why you have the bird necklace?ā He asked, pointing again to the pendant in her fingers.Ā
A sad smile came to the girlās lips as she nodded to him. āYeah.ā
The boy frowned. āBut blue jays are mean.ā He said simply, catching the girl across from him off guard slightly.Ā
āTheyāreā¦ what?ā She asked, letting go of her pendant and leaning forward, her uninjured leg bending to rest her arm on.Ā
āBlue jays are meanies.ā He said flatly. āMe and my grandma watch them through the window. They fight with other birds, and steal their food. Theyāre mean. But youāre not.āĀ
The girlās eyes widened slightly before she chuckled, actually finding something humorous now. āAlright then,ā She tilted her head up at him. āWhat kind of a bird am I?ā
The boy thought for a moment, looking at her intently, only making the corner of the girlās mouth quirk a little more.
The kid smiled when he seemed to get it. āA raven!ā The girl raised a brow, wanting him to explain. āThey're bigger than a lot of other birds, and you were a lot stronger than those guys from before, and they're not mean, but they attack if someone gets close to their nest.ļæ½ļæ½Ā
The dark haired girl tilted her head. āHow do you know all that?ā She asked.Ā
The boy shrugged, looking down at the ground once more. āMy tutor gave me a book about them once, I just remembered it.ā
The girl smiled. āAlright.ā The boy snapped his head to attention. āRaven it is.āĀ
He grinned, his little white teeth almost blinding her. He stuck out his hand. āHi Raven, Iām Ivan.āĀ
Raven smiled back. āHi Ivan, itās nice to meet you.ā
Raven was bought from her thoughts by the sound of the doctorās clipboard being set down. āNo answer? Thatās alright. We donāt need one to get started.ā
Her eyes widened as the doctor nodded to the guard holding her, and he started moving to the table. āWait! What are you doing? Stop!ā She hated begging, but her emotions felt like they were overflowing, and her body felt like it was about to fall apart. And she really, really, hated doctors appointments.Ā
The guard uncuffed her, and even if she felt like she had enough strength to fight back, they didnāt give her enough time before another guard lifted her onto the table and they got to work on the buckles of the restraints.Ā
Her chest heaved as she watched what people around her were doing, but her line of sight was cut off as the doctor stood in front of her with a sweet smile that she knew was a lie. He even looked like your typical evil doctor, with the little circle glasses, white lab coat, balled head and wrinkles.Ā
The doctor started to work on the restraint that would go around her throat. āYou are one of Hydraās best Agentās Jay. It would be a waste to get rid of that talent just because youāve lost your loyalty, but lucky for you,ā His smile widened. āWe have ways of forcing you to remember who your loyalty lies to.āĀ
When he tried to slip the leather through the metal buckle, Raven lifted her head and spat in his face. He retracted, a disgusted expression on his face as he wiped the saliva off of the lens of his glasses and his cheek.Ā
Raven glared at him, her chest heaving. āMy nameās Raven, asshole.ā Soon her head was slammed back onto the table. She groaned and when she opened her eyes she was met by Harveyās smirk once again. He must have wiped the blood from his face, because most of it was gone now, that didnāt get rid of the ugly crook on the bridge of his nose he now had.Ā
Harvey held her head down while he buckled the leather strap over her neck. Raven didnāt look at him, she kept her eyes on the ceiling. She grunted had Harveyās hand grabbed her jaw, forcing her head to turn to him. āIāll enjoy this, sweetheart.ā He smiled, patted her cheek, and stepped away.Ā
Ravenās eyes widened, her mind started running at the thought of what was about to happen. Though it couldnāt have been much worse from anything else they had done to her in the past.Ā
āJay,ā She heard the doctor speak. She turned her head to see him opening one of two silver cases set on one of the tables that held some of the many computer monitors. āIām sure you are aware of the Winter Soldier, no?āĀ Ā
It all clicked as soon as he motioned for someone stronger to pick up whatever was in the case.
She knew who the Winter Soldier was, and how they kept him in line. Brainwashing. She had seen it happen once, and hated every second of it. She let her eyes linger on one of the headgear pieces only for a moment before looking to the pole that was slightly behind her. There was one on each side of the table. This machine looked different than the one they had used on him.Ā
āNow, as you can see, we are not in one of our better facilities,ā The doctor explained as the men who had grabbed the piece from the case started to attach it to the larger part at the end of the pole. āSo we were only able to transport one of our earlier models, but it will still do its job nicely.ā
Raven got herself together, replacing her terrified expression with another glare. āSo, what? You put my brain in a blender. Make me a zombie like the One Armed Slave, and freeze me for a few years at a time and pull me out whenever you need someone killed?āĀ
The doctor chuckled. āWe have programmed this one a little better than the Assetās has been. Though I will give them credit, it is good work for such an early time.ā He smiled, like this was an amusing conversation between a friend.Ā
Raven felt her panic start to rise as they began attaching the second piece on the other side. āAnd Ivan-the kid, what will you do with him?ā She demanded.Ā
This time Harvey spoke up from where he stood with his arms crossed. āWeāre finishing the job you couldnāt.ā He grinned.Ā
Ravenās eyes grew. āNo, no you canāt do this!ā She pulled at the restraints. āHeās just a kid! You canāt do this!ā She screamed.Ā
Harvey took a couple steps closer. āOh weāve already started.ā
Raven opened her mouth to shout back, but wasnāt able to, because a rubber mouth guard was being shoved between her lips, and the two sides of the machine were being lowered to the height of the table.Ā
Ravenās lungs and heart felt like they would pop at the rate they were working. Sweat beaded from her hairline and neck -well, from everywhere-, more tears started to build up in her eyes.Ā
She didnāt want to forget.
Ā She didnāt want to forget everything that she had gone through. No matter how traumatic or painful, it built who she was. And she didnāt give a damn if it sounded cocky, but she was one of the fucking strongest Hydra had created, and not because she was one of the only whoās enhancement trials had actually worked, but because she had willpower and determination like no one else.Ā
She didnāt want to forget all the friends she had watched die during experimentations. Or the teammates she had lost during missions. She didnāt want to forget the person she had fallen in love with. She didnāt want to forget any of them, and she especially didnāt want to forget that she had finally found out the people she had been forking for her entire life were on the wrong side.Ā
But it was too late. The machine was set over her face, the cool metal on the right side covering her cheek and eye, the other side only covering a cheek.Ā
Her ears were ringing, and the tears had started falling, but not for her. From the next room over, she could hear Ivan scream, before a gunshot ran through the building and the screams were silenced.Ā
The doctor nodded to everyone else in the room before turning on the machine.
And then the screams were for her own pain.Ā
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Other than noises of the machine and Ravenās muffled screams. Tilā one of the the scientists at their computer turned to the others. āWe have a chopper coming! About 10 klicks northwest.āĀ
āDammit.āĀ
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Do you ever think of yourself as being on the ASD? Up until the past few years (I'm 25 now), I never considered the possibility but as I delved deeper I identified with a lot of common behaviors (obsession, preferring isolation, social issues/anxiety, pickiness) and explained why I found it so difficult to assimilate in high school.
Iāve occasionally wondered, but there are a lot of things that kind of go against the grain of that kind of diagnosis. The few symptoms I exhibit of ASD also overlap with something thatās far more likely, and thatās that I probably have ADHD.
I had two or three teachers growing up try to convince my Mom that I had ADHD and that I needed to be medicated for it. My Mom refused to believe them, because back in the early 90ā²s, the traditional definition of ADHD included hyperactivity, and I was not a classically hyperactive kid. The image of ADD kids back then was being unable to sit still, unable to stop acting out. ADD kids were loud and grabby and uncontrollable, which I definitely was not.
We understand a lot more about the condition now and even though you should never self-diagnose, Iām 99% sure I have ADHD. My inability to focus on one singular hobby (hi, Iām an artist, game developer, sound engineer, youtuber, streamer, and writer), my extremely selective and poor memory, my inability to switch tracks and get motivated on something else after my mind is already set, my utter impatience for certain things, etc.
My isolation and social issues can be explained simply by my depression more than ASD, I think. Iāve talked about this before but I fell apart in high school. Things happened to me in middle school; I had bullies that acted like my friends, they did some deeply horrible things to me, and it completely destroyed my ability to trust anyone for decades. To some degree, it still persists to this very day. It just... wrecked me, in a way thatās hard to describe, and harder to even comprehend. I stopped showering. I stopped brushing my teeth. I just gave up on taking care of myself. Iāve blocked most of the memories out because of trauma coping mechanisms; I only know some of these things because other people have told me they happened. It really was that bad.
I had a really bad stretch of like, five years, from around 13 years old to 17 or 18, maybe even 19. I did eventually get away from those bullies in high school, but the combination of self-loathing they left me with combined with my ADHD and the mounting anxiety problems I was developing meant I coasted through an entire semester of algebra class absorbing absolutely nothing and I got a failing grade. Friends (new ones) dared me to skip one class with them for fun, and I figured āWell Iām doing bad in algebra anyway, so yeah, Iāll skip with you and go to the bowling alley.ā
And that started the snowball. I became unmoored from the routine of school, which can be a big problem when you have ADHD. Skipping algebra every now and then became always skipping algebra. Then I started skipping gym too, because getting undressed in front of the other kids in the locker room was an introvert nightmare. Skipping two classes turned in to skipping three. Then four. Then all classes. Who cares, right? I couldnāt muster up the interest, especially when I realized I had no idea what the current lesson plan was anymore.
My girlfriend dumped me. The school waited until the start of my senior year to pull me aside and inform me that it was impossible for me to graduate under any circumstances (the first and only sign of disapproval they had shown me in three and a half years). My internet friends were yelling at me. I lost touch with my real-life friends. I had massive, gigantic, reality-ending panic attacks that left me too paralyzed to leave my room even to go to the bathroom. I teetered on the edge of having a nervous breakdown. I lost over 100lbs, leaving me nothing more than skin and bones. The mountain of stress I was feeling was taking a toll on my health.
I shut down. Closed myself off to the outside world. Ryan did not exist anymore. And for something like a decade, thatās how I lived. My only human contact was with immediate family (when they could drag me out in to the sunlight against my will) and with a core group of shrinking internet friends. The few that did not lose respect for me, anyway.
That does things to you. The parts of your brain that knew how to socialize atrophy and you forget how to hold a conversation. When I was still going to school, my cousin and I told each other we should become therapists, because we were excellent at listening to people and being mediators. We could fix anyoneās problems. Now, those skills died inside of me. I went from being able to make anyone feel better to constantly sticking my foot in my mouth. Being a nuisance, even when I wasnāt trying to be. I lost all sense of what was appropriate to say, or how to convey my feelings. Or convey anything outside of a keyboard, really. I made a lot of people angry and upset totally by accident, or pushed them away without realizing what I was even doing.
And all of these bad habits fed in to each other like an endless loop. It was a slippery slope that steeply went down, and down, and down. The more isolated I became, the more I wanted to isolate even more. The shame and embarrassment for who I was becoming kept getting stronger. I was caught in a spiral.
I was getting close enough that I could see where the bottom of the barrel was. I call myself introverted, but Iām also the guy who, completely of his own volition, downloaded the Shoutcast Server software in September of 2000 and hosted an all-night live internet radio broadcast. Alone. I was livestreaming myself playing video games for the internet four years before Twitch.tv was even invented. Whenever it came time to read aloud in class, I was always one of the best, clearest students, never needing to sound out words or pause for anything. Nowadays I'd never say I was anything but an introvert, but deep down thereās also been a voice inside of me dying to get out, and at some point I woke up and realized I could be better. I just need less fear and more confidence.
The person you see writing this blog today is the result of finally starting to become aware of what I was doing to myself, and forcibly dragging myself back out in to the world, inch by inch. I donāt think itās going very well, but at least Iām still making an effort. I fell apart in to many small pieces, and theyāre taking a long time to reassemble. I finally graduated high school about five years ago. (I re-read that post a few months ago and started crying.) As you may pick up on from the differences between that post and this one, Iām still learning a lot about myself and whatās wrong with me. The picture is always becoming clearer by the day.
But knowing the problem means you can find the solution, right? Thatās what youāre doing, too.Ā Itās a slow process, but I continue the fight to heal the damage Iāve done to myself.
Anyway, sorry for getting so randomly heavy and spilling my guts out like this. I appreciate people looking out for me like this. And who knows, maybe I am on the spectrum after all. Just because I have my own theories doesn't mean they're necessarily right.
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Peter From Chemistry - P.PxReader
Warning: initial fluff, but some smut at the end & swearing
Summary: You meet a cute boy in your chemistry class & though he seems to be interested, nothing really come out of it. Until he texts you one night asking if he can come over. Oh and did I mention? Youāre both hiding something.
Word Count: 3.5K
Alright, so this stemmed from a personal experience. Obviously my person wasnāt Peter Parker and they were definitely no Spider-Man. BUT I thought itād make for a cool Peter imagine. & thereās nothing better than pulling from personal experience. Also kinda had a hard time figuring out how to end, so enjoy or whateva!
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You stumbled into the cold classroom, gripping the strap of your backpack lazily resting on your shoulder. Your eyes shifted to the clock hanging on the wall. 9:02am. Shit, you were late. Two minutes, but still late. All the seats were taken and now you were awkwardly standing there trying not to cause a scene.
āNice of you to join us, please take a seat.ā Too late.
You searched the room for an empty seat and quickly made your way to an empty stool. The only empty stool. You dropped your backpack on the floor, settling down into the seat. You briefly made eye contact with the boy sitting across from you. It was obvious he was trying hard not to acknowledge you, spare you some embarrassment for walking in late, but his brown eyes caught yours for a second. His lips forming a tight line smile.
The first day of classes always sucked. Syllabi were thrown around; awkward icebreakers were always a must and there were always those uncomfortable silences amongst strangers. You were done with the buffoonery. But alas here you were flipping through the four-page packet compromised of your chemistry course calendar, assignments, and tasks for the next few weeks.
The voice of your professor faded in and out as you skimmed the classroom. You could probably count the number of women in the room with one hand. Your professor being one of them.
You were quickly pulled out of your trance when you heard the professor say, āOkay so please give your name, major, year and why youāre taking this course.ā You tried really hard not to roll your eyes. Didnāt professors have any better ice breaker? Better yet, couldnāt they skip it all together? You werenāt here to make friends, you just needed to pass.
You leaned your head on the palm of your hand as you hear people introducing themselves. You really couldnāt care less, until the boy - that one with the big doe eyes and tight line smile - started speaking. He cleared his throat, furrowing his brows. āUm, my name is Peter. Iām a first year undeclared.ā The teacher, whose arms were folded, nodded her head. āWhy are you taking this course, Peter?ā
You watch the boy fumble on the stool, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. āConsidering a chemistry minor,ā he said giving her a small smile. You tried hard not to smirk, glancing at the dorky pun t-shirt he was wearing; this kid did not look like he needed the course.
Now it was your turn. Having been through this same ice breaker for multiple classes, you were quick. āMy name is Y/n. Second year, electrical engineering and physics double major. Minor in chemistry. Taking this course for my minor.ā
You felt everyoneās eyes fixate on you. You were used to it. The only pair of eyes that mattered were those of the boy across from you whose mouth had fallen open absorbing in the information. You looked at him briefly, noticing his brows furrowed, one of them unruly. You looked away and towards the professor giving her an awkward smile. āGreat, impressive y/n,ā she said motioning towards the next student.
Thatās how the class went for the next hour and forty-five minutes. It was pure torture. After a painstaking review of the course, the syllabus and the expectations, the teacher closed the class with a quick explanation of the final project.
Final project? You thought to yourself. On cue the professor spoke. āI know the final project is ways out, but this is going to be a partner project so I am giving you the opportunity now to start thinking of who you want to partner with. This is worth 45% of your grade. Partner choices need to be emailed to me by this Sunday. Class dismissed.ā
You sighed softly taking in the information, the room quickly engulfed in chatter. People were already busy finding a partner, jotting down numbers, exchanging details. Most of the people here looked like they knew each other. You, never straying from your group of friends and keeping your circles separate, had no idea who you were going to partner with.
As people started exiting the room, you hopped off your stool, grabbing your backpack from the floor. You swung it over your shoulder pulling your phone from its side pocket looking through your texts: roommates wanting to meet up for an early lunch.
You opened the classroom door, ready to leave when you felt a faint touch on your shoulder. You flinched turning to face whoever had touched you. It was the boy. Youād almost forgotten about him.
You walked out of the room, him following close behind. Ā āYou want to be partners?ā He asked holding tight to the straps of his backpack as he walked next to you. You looked away from your feet to look at him. He had a look you couldnāt quite read. Expecting? Nervous?
You tugged a piece of hair behind your ear and shrugged. āSure,ā you say calmly. Though inside you were freaking relieved you didnāt have to go out of your way to find a partner. Plus, it didnāt hurt that he was cute.
You see him struggle to get his phone out of his hoodie pocket. Fingers fumbling with the material. You try to restrain a laugh, but a small noise slips through your lips. He finally gets a hold of his phone and pulls up a new contact card. He nervously hands you the phone, cheeks burning from the incident.
You smile, typing your phone number into his phone along with your name. You save the information and hand his phone back before turning on your heel. You keep your face turned to him as you walk away. āIāll see Thursday,ā you say throwing him a small smile before turning your back on him, making your way towards the dining hall where you were meeting your roommates.
Peter stood there, phone in his hand, watching you walk away. He watched as your hair bounced ever so slightly with every step you took. He looked down at his phone, a big goofy smile spreading across his face.
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You were sprawled across your couch after lunch with your roommates. Hands resting on your belly as you watched one of your roommates working on the coffee table.
Chemistry was the only class you had today, now you had to wait two days to see the cute boy again. You debated whether or not to tell your roommates knowing theyād tease you. He was only a freshman, after all.
Noticing the sudden silence, your roommate looked up putting her pencil down. āWhatās on your mind?ā she asked. You looked down at her, one of your fingers twirling a piece of your hair. You couldnāt keep the information to yourself any longer, it was just begging to burst out of your chest.
āThereās this cute guy in my class,ā you say, mind drifting to thoughts of the boy.
Your roommate quickly got up pushing your legs off the couch so she could sit. āOkay, tell me more!ā She pried resting her face in her hand, resting on the couchās arm chair. āI mean thereās not much to tell. Heās in my chemistry class. Weāre partners.ā You see her eyes light up mouthing partners using air quotes. You kick her leg, rolling your eyes. āStop, heās like super innocent looking.ā You say sighing thinking of how awkward he was when asking you to be partners.
Your conversation came to a halt when your phone vibrated. It was resting on the coffee table. Quickly reaching for it, you noticed youād received a text ā¦ from an unsaved number. Curious, you opened the text notification.
āHey, itās Peter. Peter from chemistry.ā
You gulped, a small smile forming on your lips. You flashed the phone towards your roommate. āPeter from chemistry,ā you say testing how the words sounded slipping off your tongue. Your roommate raised her eyebrows giving you a small joking silent clap. You laugh and look down at your phone, debating what you should say. You settle on a simple Hey.
āDo we have homework for Thursday?ā
You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. You knew this was just a ploy to talk to you because the syllabus had all the homework assignments for the rest of the quarter.
āNo homework :)ā
Your reply was short and sweet. The three daunting dots popped up on the bottom of the screen and disappeared just as fast. You sighed putting your phone down.
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You slipped on to the same stool as the last time you were in this room. This time, you were 20 minutes early. Excessive, yes, but you didnāt want to draw attention to yourself again. You were immersed in your phone, scrolling through social media when you heard the screeching of a stool being pulled out in front of you.
You tried hard not to look up, but not able to resist you quickly glanced up from your phone. Your eyes met Peterās. He gave you a small smile as he lowered his backpack to the ground. āHey,ā he says playing with his hands now resting on the table. āHi,ā you reply.
Youāre not going to lie and pretend like you werenāt hurt by the fact that he never texted you back. You spent all day that Tuesday and the following day wondering if he was going to text back. He never did. Now you kind of resented him for it. He clearly knew you had no homework, yet he went out of his way to try to start a conversation and left you high and dry.
The rest of the class didnāt go any better. The professor lectured. There were awkward glances between you and Peter. Uncomfortable silences when the professor asked your table to ādiscussā. You couldnāt wait to get out of here.
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āCan I come over?ā
The text that flashed on your phone screen as you laid in bed made your heart skip a beat. It fluttered and you feel the thumping all the way up at the side of your face that laid on the pillows. You opened the text, watching the familiar three dot bubble pop up.
They appeared and disappeared and you wondered what he could be typing.
Itād been a few weeks since that awkward incident. By this point, you and Peter had pushed past the awkwardness focusing on the reason you had his number in the first place. The final project. Yeah, youād gotten to know a few details of his life (as much as heād let out), but there been no significant moments that made you believe he was into you.
Until now.
āI want to see you.ā
The second text made your fingers cold. The thumping of your heart picked up its speed and your hand could hardly hold on to your phone. But they did, long enough for you to drop a pin and a simple ātext me when youāre hereā.
It hadnāt been more than five minutes when you received a text from the boy letting you know that he was outside. How the hell did he get here so fast? You wondered. He lived on campus, the house you shared with your roommates was a good few minutesā walk from the dorms.
You struggled to get out of bed, the nerves of meeting him outside of class. At night. It was too much for you. You were a confident person, yeah. But this boy just seemed to make you all mush all the time.
Grabbing a grip of yourself, you pushed your body off the bed. Feet making instant contact with the cold floor, sending shivers up your spine. In the attempt of mentally preparing yourself to greet Peter, youād forgotten to change into something āvisitor friendlyā. Your large t-shirt fell mid-thigh barely hiding your small athletic shorts that clung to every nook and cranny of your behind.
You tugged on the bottom of the shirt pulling it down.
āItās kinda cold out hereā
You blushed reading the text, feeling bad youād taken so long. You rushed down the hall and towards the door. When you opened the door, Peter had his hands deep within the pockets of his jeans. The flimsy material of his navy-blue jacket hardly shielding him from the cold.
āIām sorry,ā you apologize opening the door wide enough to let him in. He brushed past you blowing air up to his upper lip and nose trying to get warm. You felt your body tingle at the slightly bit of contact you had made with the side of his arm.
Youād also completely forgotten about your outfit until Peter had settled into your house his eyes lingering. His eyes shifted from your bare thighs up to fabric that poorly covered your breasts. You folded your arms, clearing your throat before guiding Peter to your room. You were too afraid your roommates might walk out at any instance.
He nervously followed, playing with the zipper of his jacket. When youād reach the door of your room, you turned back to Peter giving him a small nervous smile. Peter cleared his throat, stepping into your sacred land.
āYou can sit,ā you spoke in a soft voice patting the space next to you on the bed. Peter rubbed his hands together, still cold. Yet, he removed his jacket revealing his toned arms in a tight shirt. One youād never seen before. You bit the inside of your lip, your throat suddenly dry.
Peter slid his body next to yours, his hands crossed on his lap. Thereād been zero physical contact, but somehow this felt very intimate. There was a silence, not awkward, between the two of you. It was soon filled with the rustling of your covers moving under your body as you shifted your weight. Peter cleared his throat shifting his eyes to meet your gaze.
āSoā¦ you wanted to see me?ā you ask, the awkwardness now settling in.
You didnāt feel awkward being in his presence. You felt awkward that he seemed to be the one to always make the first move, but never followed through. Not but ten minutes ago he was asking to come over, stating he wanted to see you. Youād caught a glimpse of the confident Peter you hoped was deep inside, but now he was sitting at the foot of your bed playing his fingers nervously.
āI ā I just ā¦ā For someone who was wicked smart, he couldnāt articulate a coherent thought. Your hand rested on the exposed skin of your thigh watching Peterās lips move nervously.Ā
Peterās eyes were fixated on you. Yours were fixated on his lips watching his bottom lip quivered as you inched closer. There was an obvious attraction. An unexplainable pull. Two forces destined to be together. The beating of your heart became louder and obvious as your body neared Peterās, who was now matching your own movements.
You brushed your nose against Peterās, familiarizing yourself with his breathing. He tilted his head, your lips brushing ever so slightly before pulling away to brush your nose. You gulped; the anticipation too high. The hand that was resting on your thigh moved to hold on to Peterās arm feeling the way his bicep flexed when he felt your delicate touch.
His lips were parted, inches from yours. You were so close you were practically exchanging breaths. Heād exhale and youād inhale. Peter brought his right hand to the back of your neck, massaging the sensitive area. His mouth still so fucking close to yours, but never actually touching.
You whimpered, your hand falling down to his thigh gripping it tightly. A plea for more.
Peterās tongue curiously traced your top lip. He clenched his jaw, still gripping to the back of your neck, before repeating the action on your bottom lip. It took every fiber in your body to control yourself, letting Peter take the lead. He had been the one asking to come over after all, you wanted to see what he could do.
He dug his fingers deeper into your neck eliciting a moan. The moan that sent him over the edge. He attacked your lips with his own. Hunger in each nip and tug at your bottom lip. His tongue brushed your bottom lip begging for permission. You open your mouth inviting him in.
Your tongues danced, so glorious. The feeling rushing all the way down to your core. Your body pushing itself against his side as he played with your hair, faces moving this way and that.
You brought yourself to sit on your knees, hovering over Peter. Both your hands finding their way to his face working on tilting his head to give you the best angle to devour him.
His free hand had cupped the bottom of your thigh and was slowly creeping up your ass and towards your back. You shivered under his touch, his hands still cold from the minutes he spent waiting for you.
āDo you want this?ā He asked pulling himself from your grip. Searching your face for answers. You eagerly nodded, the lust slipping through your lips when you felt his hand reach under your shorts to squeeze the supple skin.
He pulled you down so you were straddling his lap. Your lips reconnected. This time it was soft and deep. Your lips connecting and reconnecting as your faces titled in opposite directions every few seconds.
You felt his fingers digging into the sides of your waist, his hips bucked longing to feel your every movement. You ground your hips into his, whimpering into his mouth.
Fuck you, Peter from chemistry. You thought melting under his touch.
& fuck you he did.
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The birds outside your window brought you out of your slumber. Feeling your tense body, you stretch into a starfish before hitting the back of Peterās head.
You retracted your hand, mentality cursing. You hadnāt forgotten about last night. Hell, it was going to take a long time to forget about the way he listened to your body. The way he made you quiver. The way he licked the skin under your ear sending you into a fit of moans and whimpers.
How the hell did this boy know how to do all this? And better yet, how could you get him to do it again?
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt the body next to you shift his weight. A low groan escaping his lips as he brought his arms up to shield his eyes from the sun peeking through your blinds.
You bit your lip watching the veins in his arms and the way his hair was pointing in all different directions. He was a god. No doubt.
āTake a picture, itāll last longer.ā He mumbled his arms still slung over his eyes but an obvious smirk had taken over his lips.
āHAā you replied turning your back to him, a sad attempt at hiding your flushed cheeks.
It wasnāt long before you felt his body molding on your back, his arm wrapped around you bringing you closer. The tip of his nose caressed your shoulder. You settled into the embrace as he planted a kiss on the same spot. Then the nape of your neck. And finally that sweet spot right below your ear.
āWe should get out of bed,ā you whisper bringing your hand up to your nightstand to grab your phone. Peter eyed your movements. You pressed the home button to check the time and as soon as your lock screen flashed, Peterās body went limp.
Noticing the sudden shift, you turned your head towards him as much as you could asking what was wrong.
Peter, still collecting his thoughts, finally responded. āWhy do you have a picture of Tony Stark and a little girl as your screensaver?ā
Your brows furrowed moving your body so that you were now fully facing Peter. āYou mean a picture of myself? ... with my dad?ā You asked confused clutching to the comforter.
Peterās mouth was suddenly dry and he was trying really hard to swallow the shock. āYour dad?ā He asked hoping youād say you were pranking him.
You sat up, pulling the sheets to cover your breast. āI thought you knew? Everyone here knows who I am.ā You say referring back to the obvious knowledge. You were an electrical engineer and physics double major with a chemistry minor for fucks sake. Try saying that five times.
Peter laid flat on his back, groaning and placing his palms on his eyes trying to process the information. Did he really just have sex with Mr. Starkās daughter? Worse. Did she know he was Spider-Man?
āWait if youāre Tony Starkās daughter why are you never at the compound?ā He instantly regretted saying that knowing he had definitely given up his cover, if she didnāt already know.
āHow do you know that?ā She asked. Confusion written on her face.
Peter groaned again. Should he tell her? Or should he risk having her snoop around and find out by someone who wasnāt him?Ā
āIām Spider-Man!!ā He blurted searching your face for some form of comfort or understanding.
Your mouth formed an O. Why did this lifestyle, heroes and whatnot, follow you everywhere? I mean apart from the fact that you were Tony Starkās daughter and it was kinda written in your cards.Ā You groaned coming to terms with your fate.Ā
Goddamit, Peter from chemistry. Fuck you. You thought straddling his lap. His hands instantly finding his favorite parts of you.
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hey! i just wanted to say that i love your supercut series so much! i love the way you write dialogue, its funny and it flows really well, do you have any tips? mine always ends up really stuffy :/ thank you!! :)
oh my goshĀ š„ŗ this is such a wonderful compliment, thank you so much!Ā
i in no way claim to be an expert, but i also just so happen to really enjoy writing dialogue so although i feel very imposter-ish telling you how to live your life here we go!
A few things, some of which I know are obvious (but bear repeating) and some of which are blatant opinion and should be taken with a grain of salt lmao:Ā
(I am.... so sorry this got so long oof)Ā
1. For me personally, the number one way to learn how to write how people talk is simply to pay attention to the way people talk.Ā
Yes, in the stuff you read/ watch/ etc, but mostlyĀ just in real life, you know? Just turning up your awareness for speech patterns and word choice and rhythm and emphasis will 1)Ā make some of the stuff below this point super clear and 2) make natural dialogue start coming far more naturally!
2. Show Donāt Tell: perhaps the most widely recognized and cliche piece of writing advice youāll ever get, but also a valid concern for pretty much any writing medium.Ā
In regards to dialogue, though, I think it mostly comes into play with showing us how a character feels rather than having themĀ tell us. Moments of pure, unadulterated vulnerability tend to be rare in conversation (not unheard of, of course! there will be moments when your characters have an open and honest dialogue about their feelings! i personally adore this!)
My point is more so that if a character is angry, theyāre probably not going to sayĀ āIām angry!ā but instead theyāll show it in other ways. Theyāre more terse than usual, theyāre speaking in shorter sentences or clamming up entirely, theyāre quiet when theyāre usually loud or loud when theyāre usually quiet, they have an outburst, but itās about something completely unrelated to what theyāre currently mad about-- see where Iām going with this?Ā
3. Keep long speeches few and far between:Ā
this is one of those things that could be considered a blatant opinion lmao but I personally find that big bricks of monologues often times donāt add much to your story/ character and instead just gum up the pacing of a scene.Ā
There are exceptions of course (is your character literally giving a speech? fair enough, friend!) but still, itās an easy trap to fall into especially when youāre trying to get across exposition, which brings me to...
4. Avoid info dumping!Ā
Do I love it when my friends info dump at me about the things they care about and are very knowledgeable about? yes! I adore it! But can this also, in writing, just serve to slow everything down and make it difficult to actually absorb the information youāre trying to tell your readers? Indeed!Ā
Sometimes you canāt avoid a bit of exposition via conversation, but try not to give allĀ the important information via conversation, because there are so many other fun ways for us to discover stuff about your story and world!
5. Context and Code-switching:Ā Giving characters specific ways of talking that are all their own is really awesome and helps us differentiate between them in a conversation. But being aware of the context of whoĀ theyāre talking to is also important.Ā
For instance, a teenage boy calling his best friendĀ ādudeā? Absolutely-- tells us a lot about the Brand of teenage boy he is. But in most cases we probably arenāt going to see that same teenage boy calling his English teacherĀ ādude,ā and if we doĀ thatās gonna tell us a lot about who this kid is and what his relationship is like with his English teacher (as will the English teacherās response--Ā āHey, kid! How about that game?ā versus an exasperatedĀ āGet to class.ā)
Along with this, letting your character fall a little bit outĀ of character can be just as telling. A quick-witted, very smart character may be quick-witted and very smart, but sheās probably not going to be quite as on top of her game if, for instance, sheās hanging upside down above a tank of acid. This is an extreme example but the point is that how weāre feeling, where we are, who weāre with-- all of these things affect the words we use and how we talk! And if a character suddenly starts acting differently than we know them to, even if the situation is a bit more subtle of a stressor than a tank of acid, itāll tell us a lot about where the stakes have been placed!
6.Ā āSaidā is not your enemy! You know how when thereās a fan on in the room and you stop actively hearing it after a few minutes? Said is the same way.Ā
We as readers are gonna noticeĀ āshe imploredāĀ āhe exclaimedāĀ āthey arguedā more than justĀ āthey saidā because our brain tends to filter it out once weāve read it a couple of times in a scene, so say āshe imploredā when itās important to know sheās imploring, but maybe not all the time. (Of course, everything can be over used and repetitiveness can always set in, but the more you write and the more you listen, the more this stuff and the rhythm of it becomes second nature)Ā
7. Donāt be afraid to start with the action:Ā
starting a scene withĀ āHey, howās it going?ā is very polite but doesnāt actually move the story forward at all. Starting a scene withĀ āYou want me to do what?!āĀ orĀ āGet out of my way!ā gives us some sense of 1) the tone of the scene 2) the level of urgency and 3) a reason to be interested in what happens nextĀ
8. How often do you address your friends by name?
Probably not terribly often! Itās such an easy thing to fall into, wanting to address characters by name in dialogue for the Drama of it all, but if you do it too much the drama sort of withers away and instead just makes the start of every new sentence stick out like a sore thumb, cutting into the fluency youāve worked so hard to createĀ
Okay, I could go on about this for hours and I know Iām gonna want to add to this later, but these are the things that came to the top of my head, so Iāll stop being terribly pretentious and know-it-all-ish now.Ā
ps. if you read my writing and notice-- hey, prem, you break all of these rules constantly all the time? Yep! rules are arbitrary and also Iām not a professionalĀ š
thank you for your time have a wonderful dayĀ š
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whatās up danger? - 1
sunflower, part 1
Peter Parker x reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: language, sexual innuendos
AN: @perpetually-tuned-out helped me write a piece of this & itās bolded,Ā Amanda youāre amazing & I cannot thank you enough!
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Peterās POV
Peter was watching TV alone in his apartment one day and got back-to-back phone calls from Fury and Tony about a new villain they wanted to recruit. The problem was that no one knew where she was currently due to her ability to change reality, which is why they needed Peter. After the whole ordeal with Mysterio, Peter and Tony began working on a piece of tech that would detect any false realities.
Once arriving at the SHIELD NY office, Peter was welcomed by Maria and escorted to the debriefing room where Fury and Tony were waiting. On the table was a new Spider-Man suit, which meant Tony had added new tech that he would be needing for his mission.
āSo, kid, do you remember a thing called the reality stone?ā Peter was well into his 20s but Tony has never stopped calling him ākidā, which he was fine with. As long as it came from Tony, from anyone else felt like an insult.
āUm yeah, sort of. The stones were destroyed by Thanos after the snap though, werenāt they?ā puzzled Peter, āIs something happening? Is he back? Do we-ā
āWoah there, slow down.ā Tony interrupted, āBack in 2013 the stone, or Aether, was in London. There was this thing called the Convergence happening, Iām not getting into it right now so ask Thor if youāre curious. Basically, as a young girl YN YLN, was in London in 2013 on a class trip, got caught up in an anomaly, and she absorbed the powers of the aether.ā
āLike Jane?ā
āNo. Weāre not sure why, all we know is that she uses it how Thanos did.ā
āBack to the point,ā Fury interjects, āItās damn near impossible to catch a person who can alter reality, so Tony updated the tracking abilities in your suit.ā
āI ran tests on all the stones when we had them, good thing too or we never would have had the technology to find her.ā Tony boasts. āTook some time to figure out, though. We need you to test it out, see if you can find her when the radar detects a location.ā
Peter nods, taking in all the new information presented to him. āOkay, but why me? Not that Iām complaining, I just donāt understand why Iām her assigned Avenger.ā
āItās simple,ā Maria starts, āBeck did something similar and, once you finally figured it out, you handled the situation extremely well.ā
āSheās also your neighbor,ā Fury laughs, āwe call her Rem.ā
Peter was shocked. His quiet, shy, and probably overly nervous neighbor was a villain? They had been neighbors for two years, how did he not notice? Did she know that heās Spider-Man? Well, at least he knew her name now.
āOkay, what do you want me to do?ā
āTry and recruit her.ā
Your POV
For the past year Spider-Man has been on your ass every move you made, and not because you lived right beside him. After the first two times he found you attempting to rob a bank, you figured he must have found a way to track your powers. You had to stop using your powers at home, which wasnāt a huge deal. The last thing you needed was Peter Parker invading your personal life.
It wasnāt hard to find out who he was, the fact that his girlfriend was always yelling āWhy canāt you just stop being Spider-Man?ā helped a lot. They fought a lot, actually. It was none of your business, so you werenāt worried about why, but you did know she wanted him to retire the suit.
āOh Spidey, still cominā back I see. You donāt have a girlfriend to keep you busy?ā he hadnāt even made himself known yet, but you knew he was there.
āNot really, we broke up. Again. Weāve kinda been in the cycle of.. Wait, stop distracting me!ā webs flew from his suit and entangled your hands.
āCāmon Spidey, you know how I feel about being tied up.ā you say with a smirk.
āYeah, but something tells me you like it.ā Peter smirked under his mask, āOtherwise you wouldnāt have made it so easy.ā
Peter had slowly been getting closer, and you were suddenly pressed against the wall. And if the eyes on his mask were anything to go by, he was squinting. Itās like this is a different Spider-Man. Usually if you get a little flirty, he would get flustered, flirt back a little, but you always got away before he got to your hands. However, this time, the lack of witty banter had thrown you off, this time he was really flirting. Peter had noticed the slight twitch of your eyes as he considered his next few words.
āI could just make this the easiest job and have you suspended from the air, but something tells me youāll beg me to tighten the restraints.ā Your pupils dilate at his crude comment and your natural instinct was to lash out with your hands.
As your arms buckled and fists clenched in the webbing Peter realized that heād mobilized your strongest asset. Until you could free yourself, you were trapped under Spider-Manās gaze.
āSo Remmy,ā how you loathed that nickname, āwhy are you in the weapons vault, at SHIELD of all places?ā
āHeard some rumors Cap had extra shields, got bored and thought Iād have a look.ā While that was true, you failed to mention what one would go for if any existed.
Peter scoffed, āCome on Rem, just meet with him once. You donāt have to be a thief forev-ā
āI am not meeting Nick Fury or Tony Stark.ā
Peter closed the remaining distance between you and removed the webbing from your hands, holding them in his. He bent down and whispered in your ear, āThen stay for me.ā
You donāt know when your feelings for Peter, and Spider-Man, changed. It started out as a typical hero-villian dynamic, but slowly you developed something for the masked hero.
āIāll think about it.ā one moment you are kissing his cheek, and the next he is watching you disappear behind a door that never existed before.
What the hell was that? So what Peter and his girlfriend broke up, thatās not anything new. You could count on one hand the amount of time sheās slammed the door at 2 in the morning after Peter had come back from patrolling the city just this month. Flirting wasnāt anything new, just a way to try and distract the other. No, you had just never had Peter, Spider-Man, act on his flirtations.
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You walked out of the door you created and immediately blended in with foot traffic, deciding that you were going to pick up Chinese food and head home for the night.
You should have went with Italian. Of course Peter would be there. He was putting his card back in his wallet when he spotted you. āYn? Hey, Peter. I mean Iām Peter, weāre neighbors.ā
Never in the three years of living next to this man have you two ever said more than a, āHey, they put your mail in my box again by mistakeā to each other. What the hell had possessed both of his identities to change things? āYeah. I mean, I know who you are.ā
āYou going home after this? We could walk together, if thatās fine with you I mean.ā he was nervous. Not even an hour ago he had you pinned against a wall and now heās suddenly shy?
You thought about your next words, and the fact that you werenāt supposed to know he was single. āAnd how would your girlfriend feel about that?ā
āMJ? She left, again. I told her to not come back anymore, itās a long story. Not important anymore. But itās fine if you donāt want to!ā
You really should say no, āNo, I want to! I mean, why not, ya know?ā
After paying for your food the two of you walk back to Peterās apartment, he had just bought a new TV and suggested movie with dinner. As the night went on you both gravitated toward each other, your legs had ended up stretched out across his lap while his hand was gripping your thigh.
It was odd, knowing how he spends half of his life and then learning how he spends his other. Your favorite was finding the fiction in the story of his real life. He didnāt develop tech for Tony Stark, he developed teach with Tony Stark. He tested it. You also found out that he was a giant nerd and a total sweetheart.
But after all you learned about Peter that night, he didnāt tell you that you were apart of the reason MJ left.
It started out with him coming home hurt after fighting a random bank robber, a bullet grazed his shoulder and he acted like it was nothing. Thatās when MJ started asking Peter to stay in the lab more and out of the field, but Peter couldnāt do that.
Then you became his mission. MJ noticed how obsessed he was with catching you and showing you the perks of being a hero. Every night he found you he came home and it was all he could talk about. āMJ I know sheās technically a villain-ā
ā-she is literally a villain-ā
ā-but you should have seen the way she changed everything. We were in Central Park and suddenly we were inside an abandoned building, it was amazing!ā
No, Peter wasnāt going to mention that. He just wanted to do this. They could figure out her being a professional thief, and him being a fucking Avenger later. Right?
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Time to talk Vaccines
I will start off with a bias - I am not anti-vax. Why? Because I come from a science background - more ecology and behavior than biochemistry - so I have a lot of exposure toĀ āsciencyā stuff.Ā I am no expert - in fact I barely passed college introductory chemistry with a B - but as sick and tired of I am of listening to anti-vax propaganda everywhere online (and itās rising importance to modern events) I have to put in my two cents. If yāall wonāt listen to over a thousand different scientists with varying degrees and levels of experience, maybe youāll listen to a cranky college kid who can give you the scoop in plan English.
History of vaccinesĀ gives a good, in-depth lessons about where vaccines first came from - if your interested in that aspect. In summary, it covers ancient variants of vaccines, up to Edward Jennerās 1796 cowpox vaccine, and continued development through the 1930ā²s. **Penicillin may be the most popular product, but it is used against dangerous bacteria, not virusā. More information here.**
To start off simply: what is a virus? Personally, I like to think about them as tiny robots - lifelike but not living. This question is actually a hot-topic debated by the science community, because we canāt agree on whether or not they are even living. This article from 2008 seems to cover the debate pretty well.Ā Viruses are smaller, and in terms of what theyāre made of and how they work, simpler than cells.
This picture gives a good idea of sizes. Note that everything in this picture is microscopic, and cannot be seen with the naked eye. This photo is computer-generated based on information from what weāve seen in microscopes. Corona-virus is the dark blue circle second from the left. On the far right is whatās probably a typical animal cell. The blue bean thing next to Coronavirus is a bacteria, which areĀ living things and operate differently than viruses, though some bacteria can make people sick. Check out this article for more info on bacteria.
So virusesĀ are smaller than cells, they are also built different. Simply put, viruses are a case of protein with a string of DNA inside. Off the bat, this sounds really similar to bacteria, but thereās one major difference: bacteria can duplicate themselves and viruses cannot. The politically correct term isĀ ābinary fissionā, a kind of asexual reproduction that is basically an organism copying all itās DNA, splitting the two strains apart, and then stretching everything else into two separate things. I wonāt go into all the complex terms and functions (you can read about it more here). All you need to understand is it is a complex possess that requires machinery that virusā donāt have. So how do virusā reproduce? They sneak into other cells and hijack their machinery to produce more viruses.Ā
Because viruses and cells have been living together since life began on this planet billions of years ago, cells have developed forms of protection (from viruses and bacteria). AĀ ālockā, basically all across the cell surface. So in order for viruses to continue, they needed to develop aĀ ākeyā. This is why viruses have a host of different shapes. Coronavirus is named after the crown-like spikes, which are proteins that help invade a living cell. Read more about how viruses invade cells here.
Phew! That was a lot, and we havenāt even gotten into vaccineās yet! Thatās because in order to understand vaccines, you have to have some understanding of the thing they are built to fight. The question becomes: If a virus is considered not living, how do you fight it? How do you kill something thatās not alive?
The most obvious answer is just taking it apart. A virus canāt do itās thing if itās broken down into single elements. But, as we discussed earlier, viruses are super small. We can barely see them in microscopes (we have to use a super microscope called an Electron microscopes). Thereās no physically possible or safe way to crush up/rip apart a virus. Using radiation, water, or fire isnāt practical either. Sure - fire will destroy anything, but you canāt light up a 5-year-old with the flu. Techniques of disassembling viruses are currently being studied, but we still have a lot to learn.Ā
So, if we canāt break it apart, the only thing we can do is stop it from spreading. This is basically how our immune system works. If a cell is infected, it will sendĀ a piece of the viral protein, to another cell: T-cells. T-cells are cells of the immune system. One type of immune system cell will send a toxin to kill the infected cell, trapping the virus inside and preventing spread. If the toxin doesnāt kill the cell, the rapid replication of the virus will eventually cause it to burst. (Imagine a chicken egg with a thousand chicks falling out). The downside of this is if the virus spreads to fast, and hits important places like the lungs, and a lot of important cells die... whelp, the fight is over. Unlike most parasites that depend on their hosts to be alive and collect nutrients for them, viruses are more reckless - it doesn'tā matter how many cells die as long as the virus keeps spreading.
The other immune defense systems are via interferon and (more commonly known) antibodies. Interferon's work inside a host cell to stop a virus from hijacking a cellās DNA replication machines while also alerting immune cells to an infection. Antibodies fight against viruses that have not yet entered a cell. Remember back to theĀ ālockā andĀ ākeyā thing? Hereās where it comes to play! Antibodies stick to the protein of viruses by matching theĀ ākeyā shapes. If you stick a wad of gum onto you house key, it wonāt be able to fit in the lock, and you canāt get into your house. Itās basically the same thing. Antibodies can also make viruses stick together - making them easier to destroy, and also can send a signal to a cell to engulf and destroy a virus.
The reaaaaaaallllllly cool part is that antibodies canĀ āremember what viruses look likeā. Antibodies hold onto little bits of the virus - proteins - so they can recognize another infection. (Link)Ā Naturally, whenever we are infected, we produce antibodies for that specific virus/bacteria, however - they only work if A) we survive the initial infection, and B) if we keep getting infected by that specific strain/type of virus. Viruses come in all kinds of shapes and chemical makeups. Even them, groups of viruses within the sameĀ āspeciesā can have unique kinds of protein. This is why you need to get a flu shot every year - the shot isnāt forĀ āthe flueā, it is for the current strain of the flu spreading. (Article from UAB Medicine).
In order to fight viruses, we need to keep our immune system healthy andĀ produce antibodies. In olden days, the way we produced antibodies was by getting infected and working up herd immunity (healthy individuals with antibodies prevent the spread of a disease to those without immunity). The problem with this is: it doesnāt always work. Nature in our world is build on the process of one force creating a wall and an opposing force finding a new way to break it (think Jurassic Parkās life will find a way). As long a pathway exists, a virus will find a way to use it. Herd immunity also works by selecting and removing the weakest links in the group - individuals who cannot fight an infection well die and stop spreading the virus. It works in nature, but in terms of human civilization - itās not very nice. It is also unbiased, in the natural world. Wild animals have an equal opportunity to be healthy enough to fight an infection - besides those with genetic issues. We should all be painfully aware that human civilization no longer operates on this fair playing field. Only those with a good social and economic standing have the opportunity to be healthy enough. Remember this before you argueĀ āherd immunityā.
All this in mind, vaccines are the last reasonable option. According to the CDC, a vaccine consists of a weakened virus or part of a virus introduced to the body so it can produce antibodies. Thatās it. Seems like a really cleaver idea, donāt it?
But hang on: you got sick after taking a vaccine? If your symptoms are runny nose/coughing, good news! Thatās not the vaccine - itās you. (CDC article on why vaccine are safer than exposure)Ā After detecting an infection (even if its not a active virus) the immune system releases histamine, which causes inflamed blood veins and access mucus - sneezing. This can discharge virons, but also used by them to spread to a new host. Some symptoms, like a wet cough, are caused by a viral infection. Feverās are another example of a immune response, not directly caused by a virus. Itās our brain trying to cook and break apart the proteins of the virus.
The hot topic about vaccines is they are full of scary chemicals that people donāt want to have injected into them. So lets take a closer look at one example, the influenza vaccine.
FormaldehydeĀ - yikes! Scary sounding for sure - formaldehyde is well known for being used in embalming, and linked to cancer. What is less know is it is also an essential building block in lots of items, like building and construction, personal care and consumer products, and automobile manufacturing. The following picture is the chemical molecule.
It is a simply enough molecule made of carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen. FormaldehydeĀ naturally occurs in the environment, as most living things produce it as part of the metabolic processes (breaking down and absorbing food). At room temperature, formaldehyde is a gas that can be dangerous to inhale in large amounts. When it comes to vaccines, the purpose of formaldehyde is to deactivate the virus - so it doesnāt actually start infecting cells. In small amounts like this, it is harmless. Personally, Iād be more worried about the gaseous forms.
Aluminum Salts - these include hydroxide and phosphate. The purpose of these chemicals in vaccines is to help the body activate itās immune response.Ā hydroxide is basically any molecule with hydrogen and oxygen - example, water, and hydrogen dioxide. (What makes molecules dangerous is not necessarily their elements, it is how they are connected). Once again, these are present in amounts too small to be harmful both short and long term.
ThimerosalĀ - This is the ingredient that has anti-vaxxerās shoutingĀ āOh no theirs mercury!ā but thatās not completely true. Since the 1930ā²s, it has been used in a wide variety of products. Itās purpose is to prevent contamination of the product (vaccine) by bacteria and fungi. Without it, vaccines run the risk of exposing patients to a serious infection. Itās not even used in every vaccine - only ones that require multiple doses, the ones that are at the highest risk of contamination. Thimerosal comes from an inorganic form of mercuryĀ called ethylmercury, which is different than other forms of mercury as it does not remain in the body long enough to cause damage. ALSO: this is not the same compound as methylmercury, a toxic compound found in fish due to pollution.Ā
Chicken Egg proteinsĀ - Egg proteins are used to grow a virus before it is put into a vaccine. The virus and the proteins are separated, but there is risk of chicken proteins still being in the vaccine - bad news for people with allergies. This is why itās important to discuss any allergies with your doctor. Exposure of this protein to people with allergies has not been documented as fatal, but still must be carefully monitored. Luckily, egg-free versions do exist.
Gelatin - this material acts as a stabilizer, keeping the vaccine effective as it enters the body. It protects the vaccine from effects of heat, and freeze drying. Most vaccines use pork-based gelatin, which means people with severe pork allergies should discuss more options with their doctors.Ā
AntibioticsĀ - antibiotics in vaccines work with Thimerosal to prevent the growth of dangerous bacteria. The antibiotics involved are not allergy-risks, and used in lots of other lotions and ointments.Ā
So, there is one example. Dealing with stuff that we donāt know or donāt fully understand can be combated by simple research. If you are concerned about the ingredients in a certain vaccine, do some research! Remember - itās not always what chemicals, but what form they are in.Ā
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The Day of the Black Sun
Usually, when the girls woke up, they didnāt see a man standing at the edge of their beds, staring at them.
Chase wakes up, and upon sitting up, is greeted by the sight of Castiel, the look on his face the constant confusion he seems to wear. Chase lets out a shriek, causing Harley to bolt up, ready to fight whatever might be there.
Harley looks very surprised to see only Castiel there.Ā
āWhat the actual Hell are you doing?ā Chase demands.Ā
āHeaven has a job for the two of you,ā Castiel says simply.
āAnd heaven canāt wait for us to already be awake?ā Chase sighs. āHow long have you been watching us, anyway?ā
Castiel blinks. āIāve only been watching for an hour.ā
Harley looks at Castiel in disbelief. āRight. An hour. That makes it totally okay then.ā
āA seal is dangerously close to being broken. You need to stop it from happening.ā
āI thought you had your fellow angel soldiers protecting the seals,ā Chase says, climbing out of the motel bed. Castiel watches her carefully, and she canāt tell if he looks more annoyed or tired.
āYou really think this is easy. More of my brothers have died in this past week battling for seals than in the past two thousand years.ā
āDidnāt you say you havenāt been on earth in two thousand years?ā Harley asks. āThat makes your statistics skewed.ā
Castiel gives her a harsh look.
āOkay, so heaven has a job for us. Can we at least get dressed and eat or something?ā Chase asks.
āOf course.ā Castiel stays staring at them.
āUm, Cas?ā Chase asks.
āYes?ā
āCan you, youĀ know, come back after weāve changed?ā Chase asks, making a shoo-ing gesture. He narrows his eyes at her.Ā
āBye bye, my angelic acquaintance.ā
āI will be back,ā he says. Castiel then disappears, leaving the girls staring at the wall, blinking in confusion.Ā
āDoesnāt poof, my ass,ā Chase snorts. She shakes her head and starts to change. By change, she simply shrugs on a flannel over her tank top, slipping her loose jeans on. Harley on the other hand has to wiggle into her skinny jeans and throw on a band tee. There wasnāt really a reason for Castiel to leave, other than Chase wanted to talk to Harley alone. āSo, what do you think he wants us to do?āĀ
āSave the world. Risk our lives. Yāknow the usual.ā
āHow very typical.ā Chase pours herself coffee. āDo you think heāll let us get pie first? Even a muffin would suffice.ā
āHe better. I donāt get my pie, I start ripping throats out.ā
āSee, even though I know thatās a legitimate thing for you, I gotta say. I totally agree with that mentality.ā
āWhatās the point of being a vampire if you canāt make light of it?ā Harley shrugs.
āNo point that matters.ā
āI am back,ā a deep voice says.Ā
The girls turn to see Castiel in the same place as before, as though heād never left.
āMan, you gotta loosen up,ā Chase says. āEver tried looking more, yāknow, human?ā
āNo.ā
āCas, that really wasnāt that long. Youāre lucky I mastered getting dressed in under a minute because I was always late to school. Poof like that and youāll be labeled a perv.ā
āI do not understand. I do not have any intention of seeing you in a less than modest state.ā
āAgain with the need to loosen up,ā Chase says with an eye roll. āItās a joke, Cas.ā
āKinda. Seriously though, lengthen your poofing periods.ā
āYouāve been given time. Now, you have a job to do.ā
āWhat is this job?ā Chase asks.
āA seal is being broken. A ritual you have to stop, that causes a solar eclipse. You must find the demon performing this ritual, and stop it.ā
āAny other information you can give us?ā
āNo.ā Cas turns away slightly, concentrating on seemingly nothing. āTime is almost up. I will send you there now.ā
āPie. We need pie. I donāt get pie, I start ripping throats out.ā
Cas looks vaguely startled, looking at Harley strangely. āYou get physically violent when you do not have pie?ā
āShe does,ā Chase says, shrugging. āCan you blame her? Pie is life.ā
Casā eyes narrow, and he just takes an unnecessary breath, blinking slowly. āI do not understand.ā
āIām a vampire, kinda, sorta. Itās complicated. But basically cherry pie is the only thing that can assuage my thirst for blood.ā
āI see,ā Castiel responds, nodding slowly. āBut, as for your job. I will send you there now.ā
Before either girl can protest, Castiel has closed the distance between himself and them, placing three fingers on each of their foreheads.
***
Chase and Harley suddenly find themselves standing on the sidewalk of an old looking town, each holding a piece of pie by the crust which promptly breaks and falls on the sidewalk.
āWell,ā Chase starts, looking down at her now empty hands. āAt least he got us the pie.ā
āToo literal for his own good,ā Harley sighs.
āOkay, so first things first. We find a lead on wherever this demon might be. I say we start at the local diner that this town has got to have. What state are we even in? They better have apple pie, because I am not in the mood to mourn what is currently at my feet.ā
The girls begin walking around town, getting their bearings and looking for a diner. Finally, they spot one.Ā
āBrimstone Diner. What are we? In medieval times?ā Chase jokes.Ā
āI think it sounds cool, but then again I am a sucker for a renaissance festival.ā
āOh, yeah, that sounds like a must for us sometime. Dean would totally be down for it too. Heād probably get way too into it, but like, on the down low.ā
Harley nodded and the two friends went into the diner and ordered some pie. Apple for Chase and cherry for Harley.
āSo, whatāre you girls in town for?ā the older waitress asks them. āOh, donāt be surprised, dear. We donāt get a lot of new folk, so itās easy to spot āem.ā
āOh, uh,ā Chase starts. āA friend sent us here. Told us about some fantastic spots to work. Weāre journalist photographers.ā
āStupid question, but where are we?ā Harley asks the waitress, who according to the nametag is called Agnus.
Chase shoots Harley a look. So does the waitress, though it isnāt the same look.Ā
āDid your friend not tell you?ā She asks, slightly concerned. āWhy, youāre in Ocean Springs, Mississippi.ā
Chase laughs it off. āHe did tell us, but Nova here probably wasnāt paying attention.ā
āIām just really forgetful.ā
āWell, thatās quite understandable, dear. My memory aināt what it used to be either.ā The waitress laughs slightly, waving her hand. āAnyway, let me go grab you your pie and then Iāll be out of your hair.ā
āThank you,ā Chase says, trying to be polite.
āThanks, Agnus, lovely meeting you.ā Harley says, waving goodbye.
Agnus brings them their pies and goes off to talk to another customer.
āSo I guess we should head to the library after this? Find out what ritual can cause a solar eclipse.ā
āGood idea,ā Chase says, taking a bite of pie. She looks down in surprise, suppressing a moan of delight. āHoly God, this is good pie.ā
Harley takes a bite of her pie, āOh yeah, the best.ā
The girls eat their pies, suppressing many a moan.
***
Our awesome, badass heroines spend hours at the library combing through book after book. They had tried so many different sections, trying to find the information in lore, religious texts, and mythology. Hell, Chase had even tried looking in historical cases just in case - even though this seal has obviously never been attempted before. She was simply desperate.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āHey, I think I found something,ā Harley says, looking up, āBy the souls of these seven victims I bind the sun and moon to my will. The moon shall block the sun and the seal shall break.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThatās foreboding,ā Chase says.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIt doesnāt specify what the seal is, but I think this is our gig. It calls for, get this, three virgins, two orphans, one fetus conceived out of wedlock, and the soul of a witness to the supernatural.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOkay. Wow. Thatās a lot of human sacrifice,ā Chase says, absorbing the new information. āAlso, an unborn kid? Thatās just gross.ā
Chase walks over to Harleyās side of their table to read the specifications of the seal. āHarley, look at this part. Because itās an entire eclipse, it has to be on a full moon, right? Whenās the next full moon?ā
āTonight,ā Harley groans.
Chase lets out a long sigh. āOf course it is. Thank you, Castiel. Your timing is, like always, impeccable.ā
āAt least if we prevent it tonight itās another month till they can try again?ā
āTrue, but does this mean it can be attempted monthly? Because I did not sign up for this. Castiel can kiss my foot if he thinks I have the time, energy, or patience to deal with this every single month just to stop the apocalypse.āĀ
āMaybe theyāll just give up on it if we stop them?ā Harley says, hopefully and unsure.
Chase shrugs. āI guess weāll burn that bridge when we get to it.ā
āDamn demons. I swear Lillith is the bane of my existence.ā
āI mean she is, quite literally, the bane of everyoneās existence. Honestly, she should get a hobby. Iām going to suggest knitting the next time I see her.ā
āKnitting may be too hard though. She might go on a murder spree to vent out her knitting frustrations. What about crocheting.ā
āYeah, but isnāt she currently going on a murder spree to vent out her like, daddy issues? Crocheting is easier, true.ā
āTrue, but a hobby is supposed to distract from that, not make it worse.ā
āTrue. Wait, how did we start talking about this again? Moving on, where do we start in stopping this demon from breaking this seal?ā
āFirst things first, I think we should look for potential victims.ā
āOkay cool. I would say we do what we normally do, but considering Cas sent us here with no supplies, I guess weāll have to do it the hard way. By gossiping.ā Chase fakes a shudder, but is smiling nonetheless.Ā
āGod, I hate gossiping with strangers. Shall we start with the townās gossip column?ā
āSure.ā Chase stands, overdramatically stretching. āLetās get this bitch over with.ā
***
Chase and Harley make a quick exit from the library and begin walking around town, on the lookout for anywhere they might find a newspaper, or signs for missing people.Ā
Finally, after wandering around for a while, Harley spots a newspaper stand. Quickly scanning through articles, thereās a prayer request filed under the town gossip section. Itās an anonymous request for a woman named Jessie Salinas, who has found out she is pregnant, and is also not married.Ā
Chase looks at the little article in disgust. āWhat a shitty thing to do to her. Sheās obviously found out not too long ago, so you submit an anonymous āprayerā request basically outing her situation to everyone? And itās not even to ask for help! Just ākeep her in mindā. People are so gross.ā
āThe worst part is they were probably āfriendsā if Jessie told them.ā
āOuch, youāre right. I swear, if you were to do this to me, Iād probably hurt you.ā
āI would never!ā Harley says in mock offence knowing her friend didnāt actually think she would do it.
***
āOh, look,ā Chase says. They walk over to a tac board, where a missing person sign was hanging. āThank God. I mean, not thank God, or. You know what. Whatever.ā
The sign shows a picture of a boy around thirteen with blond hair. The name reads Jacob Stevens, and he was reported missing four days ago.Ā
āWell, I guess we have a couple leads?ā Chase says questioningly.
āNow we just need to find five more. Should we head to Jessieās place? Make sure her babyās still kicking.ā
āThatās probably our best bet. Itād be harder to figure out everything else first,ā Chase agrees. āWhere do you think weāll find her?āĀ
āIf we can get our hands on a computer finding her address shouldnāt be hard.ā
āTrue. Back to the library?ā
āLibraries, a hunterās best friend.ā
Chase laughs and they turn around, heading back the way theyād come.
***
Chase groans, hitting her head against the desk. āNo address with that name pops up when I search it and- Oh my God, Iām an idiot.ā Chase frantically backspaces, then types it in again, but this time searches for Jessica Salinas, and then grins proudly at her friend. āFound her. She lives not too far from here. West side of town, near the church.ā
āGood, Iām not a fan of walking.ā
āTell me about it. He could have at least sent us with Jack.ā
āWhen does our angel friend think things through?ā
āFair point. So heās a friend now? Versus an āangelic acquaintanceā?ā
āHe at least tried to give us pie.ā
Chase shrugs. āFair enough. Now, onto finding Jessie.ā
āOff to find the Jessie, the wonderful Jessie of Oz.ā
***
Chase and Harley stand on the porch of an older looking house, the paint peeling on the outside, but the garden of poppies looking very cared for. Chase reaches out a hand and knocks on the door.Ā
āI have my badge on me still. If you want to play cop.ā
Chase reaches out and knocks once more, this time a little louder.
āSounds good. You can introduce us then. Remember, I gave you the fake name Nova earlier. Best be consistent.ā
āComing!ā A frantic female voice calls. Chase gives Harley a sideways glance, shrugging and taking a step back. A woman suddenly opens the door, her brown hair messily framing her face where it falls out of a haphazard bun.Ā
Her eyes are wide, but her smile wide and friendly. āHi! Sorry, do I know you?ā She asks, looking back and forth between the two girls.
āHi,ā Harley says, flashing her badge, āIām agent Nova, this is agent Barry. Weāre just asking around about the disappearances. Are you Jessie Salinas?ā
Jessie, at most in her early twenties, looks confused for a moment. āYeah, I am. Of course. Has there been another disappearance from the orphanage?ā
Chase glances at Harley. āWe are looking into the ones that have taken place. As far as you are aware, how many have there been?ā
āJust the two I know of, oh, silly me. Would you like to come in?ā Jessie opens the screen door, gesturing for Harley and Chase to enter the house.
āWeād love to,ā Chase says. āThank you.ā
āOf course.ā
Jessie leads them into a small, but cozy, living room and gestures for them to sit on the couch. āSo, you are searching for the two orphans right? Jacob and Nathan?ā
Chase shoots Harley a glance, a silent plea to say something, because she herself is unsure of how to proceed.
āThose are the ones. Have you been smelling any odd smells? Maybe rotten eggs?ā
āUm, excuse me?ā Jessie asks. āYou mean around my house or around town in general? Because the old bar always smells like something went bad, but I donāt see how thatās got anything to do with those poor children.ā
āSulfur was found at the scene of the abductions. It could be an environmental clue. It could lead up to the kidnapper.ā
Jessie nods. āOh, okay. Youāre only looking into the orphans, right?ā
Chase nods. āYes, though if you have knowledge about any others, we can pass it along to our partners. Have there been any other signs of sulfur that you know of?ā
Jessie shakes her head, frowning. āIām not one to ask about that. Though you could always ask the Crawfords. Their daughter went missing a couple weeks ago, but we arenāt sure if there is any connection between the two.ā
āOf course. Iāll be sure to pass along the message.ā
āIf I may ask, where did you learn that I may have any knowledge on the disappearances?ā
Chase casts a long sideways glance at Harley. āWell,ā she starts slowly. āWe have reason to believe that another abduction might occur, and we wanted to investigate any of the younger adults in town. There seems to be an age progression with each kidnapping.ā
Jessie shifts uncomfortably. āIām sure I have no reason to worry. If youāre asking around town, Iām sure youāve heard about my, uh, situation.ā
āWe believe your situation may put you at higher risk.ā Harley says regretfully, āOur Unsub might see it as a two for one.ā
Jessie lets out a nervous laugh.Ā
Chase leans forward, propping her elbows on her knees, trying to seem more open and comforting. āIs there anyone you know in this town that has given you any reason to fear for yourself or your child. An ex-boyfriend. A friend. A random person that hurled an insult at you. Anything of that sort?ā
Jessie shakes her head. āNo. I mean, there are plenty of underhanded comments, but only what you would expect from a small town this conservative. But I donāt think I can name anyone that has threatened me.ā
āHas anyone shown more interest than you would deem normal? Like, I donāt know, an old teacher or mentor. Anyone you trust based on circumstance, but wouldnāt have thought would normally reach out to help you.ā
Jessie pauses. āNot really, no. The only person that I really talk to about the baby is one of the supervisors of our church. She has been great help, because she herself has had three children. Just some advice on how to take care of myself. But I donāt really talk to anyone else about it and no one else has reached out.ā
āWhatās her name?ā Harley asks.
āVanessa Wali.ā
Chase nods, sitting back. āWell, thank you. And if you do hear anything from anyone that seems out of the ordinary, let us know.ā
A phone rings from the other room. āIām so sorry. I have to get that, it might be my doctor.ā Jessie gets up and leaves the room.
āDo you want to stay with Jessie or go question Vanessa?ā
āI can go do the questioning if you want to stay here. One thing I do have to wonder though. I thought the person weāre looking for is a demon, right? Jessie says she only meets up with Vanessa at the church. How is that possible?ā
āMaybe the demon isnāt working alone? I donāt know. Itās our best lead so far.ā
āTrue. That and the bar. Jessie mentioned thereās been sulfur smells there. I can check out both. Iāll call you after I meet with Vanessa, okay?ā
āSounds like a plan partner.ā
***
Chase finds herself in an old Methodist church fit with everything stereotypical, from wooden pews, to a bell in the bell tower on top of the steeple. She hesitantly opens the doors, praying to the God she now knows is out there somewhere (though she isnāt sure if she should take Castielās certainty to heart yet) that Vanessa is there today.Ā
Scanning the room, she spots a pastor near the altar, shuffling papers, likely sermon notes. She approaches him cautiously, a hand in her pocket, ready to grab the knife at a momentās notice.Ā
āHi, can I ask you a question really quickly? Sorry, I donāt mean to disturb you,ā Chase says, keeping her voice quiet in the mostly empty room.
āNo, no, always happy to help a child of God.ā
Chase flashes a smile, hoping it doesnāt look as forced as it feels. āI was told I could see a Vanessa Wali. Is she here today?ā
āShe actually isnāt. What did you need her for?ā
āOh, I was told to see her to pick up some medication for Jessie. You know, Jessie Salinas? Do you know where I can find Vanessa?ā
āShe should be at her house, across the lane where the cherry trees are.ā
āThank you! Have a nice day.ā
āOf course!ā He exclaims in a bright tone. Chase waves, taking a quick exit. She rushes over to the large house across the way, the aroma of cherries strongly taking over Chaseās senses.Ā
Chase immediately recognizes the sickly sweet smell of Valerian Root hidden in the cherry scent. Chase shakes her head, pinching her wrist to stay alert, hoping the Valerian Root is coincidence. Of course, when has anything in her life been purely coincidence?
A symbol scrawled hastily over the door looks like it could pass as religious, but Chase immediately recognizes it as an occult sigil. Well, shit.
Turning on her heel, Chase redirects herself from the front porch. Pulling out her phone, she hurriedly calls Harley, already booking it back to Jessieās house. Harleyās answering machine picks up.
āYouāve got to be kidding me, Harley. You better be fine, or Iām going to actually kill you.ā
The door is ajar when Chase rushes up the porch steps, blanching. The room smells of Valerian Root, a thickly sweet scent that makes Chaseās eyelids droop, and she curses under her breath.
āHarley, I swear to God.ā
***
Harley noticed a sickly sweet smell creeping into the house and turned to Jessie. Jessieās eyes began to droop. Harley managed to fight off sleep a little longer before collapsing. When Harley came to, Jessie was still out and they were both tied to a pole in what looked like a basement.Ā
āThe bar,ā Harley mutters under her breath, realizing the demon knocked them out with... Valerian Root?Ā
That doesnāt make sense. Valerian Root is more of a witchy thing. There were seven other people in the room, but only two were free. Two women were standing by a table. They were conversing over a large pewter bowl. Harley couldnāt hear them. She started undoingĀ the rough rope behind her.
āHey assholes, why donāt you untie me and weāll see how this plays out,ā Harley says, pulling the witch and demonās attention away from the ritual and onto her.
āHow are you awake already?ā A woman in her late thirties with short light brown hair asked, āThe Valerian Root should still be affecting you?ā
āIām not exactly normal.ā Harley spit out.
āMy, my, youāre a fun one,ā The other woman says. She was in her twenties with long black hair. Her eyes flashed black for a second. āIāll almost miss you when youāre gone.āĀ
The demon crouches down to Harleyās level, āIām Hazel. These are your new friends. Rueben, Stephanie, Evangeline, Jacob, Ray, and youāve already met dear sweet Jessie,ā Hazel listed off the names pointing to each corresponding person. āBut who are you dear? Hmm?ā
āWhatās your pay grade? Must be pretty low if you donāt know who I am.ā
āI want to hear it out of your pretty little mouth.ā
āYou arenāt too bad yourself. Are you the one that tied me up? Iām not opposed to bondage.ā
āYou wish. Youāre vermin thatās wandered into my trap. The dirt on my heel. Youāre a disgusting worthless halfbreed.ā
āAnd Iām damn good at it.ā Harley sneers. She gets free of her bonds, grabs Hazelās head, and slams it down onto her knee dazing the demon. Harley pulls her gun out and shoots at the witch hitting her in the shoulder.Ā
***
Chase rushes into the bar and sees Harley shoot a woman with short hair in the shoulder. Another woman straightens and goes to attack Harley from behind. Eyes widening, Chase rushes up in time to stab her short pocket knife into the back of the womanās neck.
āHarley, the demon blade!ā
Harley spins around and quickly assesses the situation, taking her demon blade and stabbing the woman in her stomach. The womanās body collapses, the demon now gone. With a quick shot to the head, the witch is also dead.Ā
Chase breathes heavily, putting her gun back into its correct place in her waistband. Harley starts untying the kidnappees. Chase shortly follows suit.
āIām hungry. Wanna head back to the diner?ā
āThat sounds like a great idea. Let me drop an anonymous tip to the local police and Iāll be ready to go.ā
After doing just that, Harley and Chase find their way back to Brimstone Diner.Ā
āHow is it that you manage to get kidnapped by a demon and a witch?ā Chase teases, Agnes, the same woman who served them earlier, walking away with their orders. āLosing your touch?ā
āThat witch made a Valerian Root knockout bomb.ā
āI figured. Cherries can only hide the smell so much. Honestly she shouldāve known better. The Valerian mixed with the cherries just made the entire place smell like itād been drenched with cough syrup.ā
āIām just lucky I came to when I did. Guess itās one of the benefits of being a halfbreed.ā
Chase wrinkles her nose at the word. āI suppose.ā
Agnes comes back with two orders of pie, gives a smile, then walks off to serve other customers.Ā
Harley and Chase immediately begin to eat, the dayās efforts having made them extremely hungry.Ā
āYou saved the seal,ā A male voice says. Chase and Harley snap to attention, startled by the sudden appearance of Castiel. Castiel sits next to Chase in the booth, and stares between the two girls inquisitively.Ā
āCan you stop poofing everywhere. Youāre gonna give me a heart attack,ā Harley complains.
āI do not poof,ā Castiel replies sternly.
āāCept you do.ā Harley fires back.
Castiel just sighs knowing that it is a waste of breath to argue with her.
āWhy do you sound surprised, anyway? About us saving the seal?ā Chase asks.
Castiel looks at them both carefully. āI did not predict the outcome of this attempt to be successful.ā
Chase looks at him, vaguely annoyed. āYou sent us on a hunt you thought weād fail? Then why even send us?ā
āMy brothers and sisters were busy.ā
āWell next time let us grab weapons and stuff. We barely scraped by on what we had.ā Harley says, annoyed.
āIt was best you go immediately.ā
Chase rolls her eyes. āWell, if you wouldnāt mind taking us back once weāre finished with our food, thatād be great.ā
Castiel nods slowly. āAlright.ā
***
āI donāt think Iāll ever get used to poofing,ā Chase says, disoriented after being transported back to the motel. āAlso, quick question, you did tell Sam and Dean where we were, right?ā
Castiel suddenly looks more uncomfortable than normal. āThey were both otherwise engaged. Dean should be able to fill you two in on what happened to him.ā
āAnd Sam?ā
āSam is an unreliable source,ā Castiel says evasively.Ā
āHow is Sam an unreliable source? Weāve known him longer than you,ā Harley questions.
āDean is about to leave to find Sam. You can catch up to him easily, since he only now left.ā
āOkay, thanks. Wanna tell us where weāre going?ā Chase asks.
ā425 Waterman,ā Castiel responds quietly. āBut, Iām warning you. You wonāt like what you find.ā
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Lucifer post-ep ramble 5x01
Hi there, long time fangirl, first time Lucifan. After devouring all 4.5 seasons of this magnificent show in an impressive/alarming (all a matter of perspective) amount of time, I have very quickly found myself well and truly obsessed dedicated to all things Lucifer. And when a show grabs me like this one has, I tend to have a lot of thoughts and feelings that I canāt help but share, and so the post-ep ramble was born. It will probably contain many words, it may or may not be particularly coherent, there will definitely be over-analysing, but I thought I might indulge in re-capping the season 5 eps as I re-watch, so this is the first ramble off the rank.Ā
āReally Sad Devil Guyā (A+ ep name btw) kicks off as weāre still scrambling to pick up all our heart pieces after the season 4 finale, which is why Mr. Said Out Bitch (aka Lee Garner) being in Hell is such a cracker of an opening. Lucifer just waiting below deck on Fishizzle II (wth happened to Fishizzle I??) to greet him with his trademarkĀ āhelloā made me disproportionately happy, mostly because he was on my screen but also because his encounters with Mr. SOB are always great and this was no exception. Getting an insight intoĀ ālife in Hellā, the way the characters in the Hell loops are played by Demons and Lucifer in action as the King was fab at this point in the series. And does anyone else have a visceral reaction to Lucifer stopping that bullet? I know itās brief, I cannot explain it, it might be the command he has, the fact itās awesome, but it makes me FEEL things. Just me? Cool.
I think what really strikes me in the way Lucifer just has to pop in on Mr. SOB upon hearing of his arrival, is the fact that he is a link to Luciferās life on Earth. Theyāve existed in the same places there, breathed the same air, itās a way for Lucifer to make that connection to his home more tangible. And when he realises where Mr. SOBās hell loop has them moored, at Marina Del Ray, the way Lucifer says 'Los Angeles' with such yearning makes those heart pieces I had started cobbling back together really begin to ache. What this episode pulls off so brilliantly is the way Chloe and Lucifer remain connected despite being apart, and itās all set up when Lucifer tells Mr. SOB, āYou know, there's a good chance I know who's on your case. To them it's only been a few months, a blink of an eye, but here it's been much much longerā.
Whatās happeningĀ ābelow deckā in Hell (sorry...or am I?) is of course mirrored at the crime scene, where Maze is still calling Ella Ellen (never change Maze ILY) and Ella is banging on about Lucifer not responding to her DMās and texts and itās all so on brand and the thought of her sending Lucifer a clip of a parrot dancing to techno and him finding it funny is just too perf. Maze having Chloeās back from the get-go and telling Ella toĀ āread the roomā just shows how far this Demon has come. And of course Chloe saying that she hasnāt even really thought about Lucifer since he left...(spoiler alert: she has).
Seeing Maze and Chloe out drinking and dancing, somehow they're kinda dorky together and I love it, but itās also really clear that theyāre both leaning on each other pretty heavily and being there for one another and honestly, I love literally every combination of characters on Lucifer, you put any two together and the dynamic is 100% their own and these two are up there. Itās so weird seeing Amandiel running Lux, I big L LOVE Amenadiel but itās just...wrong. Plus hats off to D.B. because his delivery of āNo one sells drugs in my place...without me getting a piece of the actionā, not gonna lie, I was THROWN.
So are we assuming that the number of months Lucifer has been gone = the number of times Chloe has rocked up to work with a hangover? Lol at the sunglasses but also, you do you Chloe, whatever you gotta do babe. Just like Amenadiel running Lux is like watching a slightly off AU version of the show, so is seeing Maze and Chloe as partners at work. Donāt get me wrong, Maze clearly supporting her and when theyāre interrogating a lead, seeing Chloe and Maze have such a groove that theyāre finishing each other's sentences and communicating without talking, I dig it. But I love that while itās great, it still doesnāt feel right. Because that there is why this show is so clever, as an audience we crave the return to the way things were just as the characters we are watching do.
Linda being a completely OTT mum is so fab. I could write an entire essay about my Linda love. Her adamance that āCharlieās specialā and Ellaās āevery child is special in their mumās eyes, huh?ā sums it up perfectly. Did I mention I adore Ella? I definitely get the distinct impression Ella is doing a bit of self-reflection, her comment about being drawn to the bad boys for some reason clearly foreshadowing, but also her reflecting that she deserves a good guy for once (just not this ep when there is a bad boy/potential suspect to be hooked up with). I am curious to see theĀ ādarknessā Ella has alluded to in earlier seasons being explored further and feel like this is sowing the seeds and Iām also waiting for a significant Linda/Ella D&M at some point. But clearly not this point, because 'science lesson Wednesdays...I checked your schedule and that's your day off' Linda is NOT about deep and meaningfuls (or anyone who isnāt a 2 month old baby), you need to DIAL IT DOWN friend.Ā I love that it takes Trixie pulling some funny faces and Dan offering some sage parenting advice as he returns the self-help books (love the irony there) for Linda to begin to chill a bit.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
So Dan has gone all new age with his oils and self improvement and you know what? I love it. And then of course we have Amenadiel needing to help make the world a safer place, he just needs to make sure for Charlie ya know and ugh my ovaries. I must say, I was relieved to realise that the club life had not in fact corrupted the delightful warrior we all love after all - itās all a ploy to catch a REAL BIG TIME drug dealer (nooooo I can feel the second hand embarrassment already...)! Amenadiel setting up theĀ ādrug bustā, telling the dealer, ālooks like gooood drugsā, oh you dear sweet naĆÆve Angel you. We of course discover that the bust is, well, a bust, because the ādrug lordā is actually a kid trying to offload his mumās pain meds *insert facepalm emoii here*. But rather than ridicule or be angry, Dan is so understanding and supportive of Amenadiel and once again offers up advice and I really am so into this friendship on every level and the care and openness it models.
Meanwhile, the genius parallel between what is happening on Earth and in Hell really takes effect as Chloe and Maze go undercover (I mean, they are a glam couple lbh) to the poker game while Lucifer is at a game hosted by the same suspect in Mr. SOBās āexquisiteā Hell loop. His exclamation that itās exquisite reflects that Lucifer and Mr. SOB are not that different, that itās the kind of place Lucifer might manifest as well, but I also feel that Lucifer could be admiring his own Kingdomās handiwork at creating LA with such accuracy from someoneās subconscious. He allows himself to be absorbed in it,Ā āCity of Angels, Iāve missed youā, and I canāt help but get the impression that hearing Lucifer call LA this for the first time is confirmation that his Heaven, or place of Angels, is in fact there with Chloe.
Chloe remains firmly in the forefront of Luciferās mind this entire episode, with him askingĀ āwhat would she do?ā and wanting to replicate the life he had with her at the precinct. But of course he is soon reminded of his reality, as he tries to get more information from Mr. SOB who is being useless. Lucifer incorrectly calling him āDetectiveā shatters the illusion that he is any closer to Chloe, and this is impressively emphasised as he erases the LA cityscape to reveal the Hellscape. For a moment heād let himself believe he was back there. Back home. His, āyouāre not herā making some of my heart pieces fall out once again.
But then the messenger arrives, āLord Morningstar, thereās someone you should meetā and lo and behold itās guy who just got hit by car up on the Earth-side of this investigation and I.am. loving. it. Also, did Lucifer put out a Hell-wide memo that if ANYONE arrives from LA they are to be bought to him so he can send messages to Chloe through theirĀ bodies??? NO REALLY I'M FINE. Having a Demon possess the dead dudeās body to pass on the tip from Lucifer was just TOO MUCH. His, āhey is that Mazikeen?ā made me actually lol but also, look how far weāve come! Chloe doesnāt even flinch when the dead guy wakes up possessed to pass on Luciferās message. Iām so proud.Ā
'It's safe where you stored it' caused me way more amusement than was perhaps intended, but Ella, Maze and Chloe together, trying to figure out what it meant, it's such a great moment and the comedic timing is gold. Also, the fact it actually helps the case, ugh, Chloe and Lucifer are still connected and working together even though they are not on the same plane of existence and Iām just going to need to curl up for a minute because feelings.
You know who else is having a lot of feelings in this ep? The Devil himself. After he is satisfied he has passed on the message, heās done with Mr. SOB, sending him, āback to your torture. And me to mineā. Any remnants of my heart are now once again shattered all over the floor in case youāre wondering. Lucifer doesnāt even try to hide the fact that being away from Chloe is so painful, almost revealing more than he ever usually would when Mr. SOB asks if sheās āsomebody important?' to which he replies, 'more than you could ever know'.Ā
He only just stops himself before telling Mr. SOB her name, when he realises he's trying to manipulate him. And I'm so glad, Lucifer so sparingly uses Chloeās name, it's always significant whenĀ he does and I feel like he reserves those moments for only between them. But Mr. SOB really does sum it up when he observes, āyou just seem like a really sad Devil guyā, BECAUSE HE IS A REALLY SAD DEVIL GUY (can we just take a moment to appreciate how not at all scared of Lucifer Mr. SOB is, he doesnāt even refer to him as THE Devil, justĀ āDevil guyā. Itās kind of nice that he sees and accepts him as both Devil and human without really questioning it).Ā
The parallel continues as Chloe and Lucifer are talking to a sister and brotherĀ and the way this highlights the place they're both in. It's just brilliant writing and execution. Chloe is talking to Meg about her brotherās death and both her and Lucifer's yearning for one another is palpable. At the same time, Maze telling Chloe that they donāt need Lucifer and kissing Chloe highlights Mazeās desire for connection and love. She wants it so badly and the way she shuts down when Chloe suggests they stop working together breaks my heart.
When Lucifer takes Mr. SOB to the root of his Hell loop, yes, itās about Lucifer projecting his own guilt and lack of self worth onto him, but his assertion that, 'it is inevitable sooner or later you're going to disappoint them all over again. So you'd rather stay away for all eternityā, really feels as though it carries multiple meanings. As a self-referential comment, is Lucifer talking about Heaven or Earth? Is it his fear of disappointing and letting down Chloe and the other humans or is it his belief that he disappointed his family? And if Angels self-actualise does that mean he was never 'stuck' in Hell at all and could have returned to Heaven? I certainly feel there is some sort of realisation occurring here. Or could be completely over-analysing it. Why not have both š¤·āāļø
You know the line that just up and got me though? āWhose hell is this anyway? Are you sure this is my hell? You just here torturing yourselfā- Mr. SOB calling Lucifer out is A MOMENT. And I canāt help but wonder if a part of it is Lucifer wanting Mr. SOB to come to terms with his own guilt, wanting to help him because he knows heās not evil and he is trying to reconcile his own guilt too. If he can help Mr. SOB face and let go of the guilt then he has a chance of it too. And thatās when Mr. SOB challenges Lucifer, pointing out that he missed his chance,Ā ābut what about you?ā 'The self-centred simplicity of you humans never ceases to amaze me...I am here out of responsibility, I had to protect humanity, I had to protectĀ HER', the delivery of this line, the frustration of being misunderstood, of ppl thinking that he acts for himself when his very reason for being back in Hell is for others, I can feel it through the screen.
The dead guy we saw get shot in the kitchen appearing at that moment with news aboutĀ āthe Detectiveā and then cutting straight back to the shoot up in the house, file under: how to brilliantly edit. āLuciferā appearing; the whistle, the casually strolling in, theĀ āhello bad guysā = I was FOOLED. I mean you have to admit, the āthought I'd give you a hand' pun was well played, classic Lucifer, very convincing.Ā My shipper heart was SO FULL for the split second Lucifer and the Detective kissed, until Chloe realised that something was off and her open eyes told us something was up. The cut back to Hell and seeing Lucifer still standing there with Mr. SOB...you may have heard my ānooooooooā from wherever you are.Ā āSheāll be just fine without meā...said every Devil who has a dick twin brother whoās going to try and destroy, nay STEAL, his life and love of his life ever.
Michael, you're an evil bastard but damn you nailed that villainous smirk over-the-shoulder pose in the final shot. Whatever you have in store, I will no doubt revel in your awfulness and be confused about whether or not I hate you.Ā
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The Ultimate End to Junk Mail
I am no longer my nearby place's best patron yet they continue to send me direct mail. I'm not inquisitive about double glazing,Ā Custom Made Jewellery splendor packages or my new regions pizza parlour. Yet I become with coupon offers for own family sized pizza offers and spray tan programs.
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BUT, I'M STILL GETTING JUNK MAIL?
Okay, so let's consider you're nevertheless getting junk mail.
Unfortunately, humans (especially those who are spreading the phrase approximately their nearby commercial enterprise) will forget about your no direct mail poster.
Don't worry, there are approaches to reuse your unsolicited mail earlier than you positioned it on your recycling bin.
Here are some thoughts to get your brain juice going.
Note-paper - Use the returned of direct mail letters as word paper
Card layout - Reuse the designs to make Celebration playing cards and gift tags
Compost - Add brown envelopes and white non-glossy paper in your compost pile.
Remove - Any plastic home windows and tacky glue strips first
Recycle - Add the paper to your recycling bin
Stuff things with it - You could make draught excluders and pin cushions in case you package the paper tightly and overlay a thick cloth
Animal bedding - Hamsters and gerbils need bedding, save yourself a few pennies by means of shredding your junk mail
Paper mache - Get innovative and build structures along with your kids of for yourself
Paper baskets - You can fold and coil paper strips to make baskets or any length you fancy
Jewellery - Just as above, you may coil the paper into any form you need and put on it as an excellent looking piece of jewellery.
Seed pots - You can make a container and use that as an opportunity to plastic plant pots. Better yet, the self-made seed pot can be positioned immediately into the floor.
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How do you think things would have changed if Five has come back even younger than in canon? Like if he came back as 7 or 8 or even younger? Also, I love your writing. Youāre an amazing writer and I love reading your stuff.
first of all that would be hilarious because as much as media has tricked you into thinking older child actors (who are easier to work with) are younger (I mean case in point, Five is supposed to be thirteen but the actor is fifteen and those two years can make a big difference at that age) or animated movies canāt decide on a size for their character, but for real seven-year-olds in real life are BABIES
thatās like. the equivalent of a second grader?? I think i was about to go into year three living in the netherlands. I thought the year six kids were ancient. I didnāt care about bodily harm and would just hurl myself into cartwheels and handstands (nowadays not so much)
That was about the age I was losing teeth for the Very First Time and also the age I almost gave myself a concussion playing on the playground equipment (I blacked out and woke up in the nurses office lmao) and I thought the singing talents of Sandy from Hamtaro were the greatest in the world (the twirling ribbon song was formative for me)
seven was also the age for me that i realized that romance was The Worst because my best friend george decided that the pulling pigtails version of bugging me was a sure fire way to get my attention or something like that. but like,, george and me had chicken pox together. we pretended we were cheetahs in our treetop bunkbed nest together (we had a very loose grasp of the difference between cheetahs and jaguars and other big cats, admittedly). He was my best friend he didnāt need to pull my hair or anything rip
like can you even IMAGINE if five came back as a second grader?? yeah like maybe someone would serve thirteen-year-old Five black coffee but no one is going to just hand this baby child anything with caffeine are you kidding me
his feet wouldnāt even be able to reach the peDALS OF THE CAR
wow this would inconvenience him so much
i canāt even find a picture of my brother that young smh but hereās him and me when he was? probably about nine or ten and I was actually probably about six and smiling with a closed mouth to hide the fact that i was missing teeth or something smh
that is TWO WHOLE BABIES right there iām just genuinely dying at the thought of Five popping out and heās just. a gradeschooler. that suit would have been swimming on him and heās got little chubby cheeks built to absorb shock and whatever atrocious child haircut he had at that ageĀ
(i have posted before about my genuine shock that five was ten in the comics. ten!! thatās a whole baby! a child! W H A T)
but?? does he pop up from jumping through his portal and look in the mirror and find that heās missing some teeth? Can he whistle air through the gaps? iām just picturing seven-year-old five getting socked in the face and losing some teeth or something and diego is right there to patronizingly tell him that itās okay theyāre probably just babyĀ teeth and five is about to punch diegoās teeth out in a second if he keeps that up by jove
imagine five jumping and standing on the counter and he stillĀ canāt reach the marshmallows because theyāre on the top shelf of the cupboard do you know how angry that would make him?? he would have about 60% less time for his siblings bullshit than normal because his small stature can only hold so much emotion at any one time and he has decided to go with seething rage for the foreseeable future
can you imagine how difficult that would be for Allison though?? Five at thirteen was bad but Five-at-around-Claireās-age??? a billion times worse and sheās probably going to either be super avoidant because itās painful or full on protective mama bear
it would definitely change a lot of plot stuff because i mean. no oneās going to let this tiny child drive. he canāt reach the pedals, duh. however, he might persuade one of the siblings (diego and klaus, probably) to drive him to griddyās instead? Because with the options beingĀ āso help me i will walk there myself. alone. at night. as a small and innocent looking childā and driving him and keeping him company i think the latter wins out
(iād nix griddyās altogether but iām way too invested in hazel and agnes getting together tbh)
hey wait does being that young mean that five doesnāt have his umbrella tattoo?? huh. well regardless if diego and klaus accompany him then the plot point of agnes telling the assassin squad about the tattoo can still happen so i guess itās a moot point
but honestly the drama of having this tiny child just. completely annihilate the hit squad is hilariousĀ to me, and it would also hit home the fact that hey! five might be telling the truth about everything and isnāt messed up by time travel! i mean whomst the fuck else would walk into a room and zero in on the seven-year-old no one else knows exists or is assumed dead by literally the whole ass world (and even if they didnāt heās supposed to be 29) and demand he come with them and shit like man
Klaus: hey five what do you have
Five, stabbing his own arm to take the tracking device out: a knife
Diego: NO
other fun points include: the siblings bodily picking five up and five behaving like a very aggressive small breed of dog while simultaneously being super touch-starved and secretly appreciating being carried but would never admit it (whilst sober that is)
either they kept the old uniforms and five wears that or they have to scrounge up whatever they can find which means that five is dressed in some of claireās clothes allison found stuffed in the bottom of her suitcase until they can go shopping and iām not sure which is better tbh
hazel and cha-cha assuming that five is actually either diego or klaus bc those were the two adults in the coffee shop with the umbrella tattoo and eventually being confronted with the fact that their legendary adversary is a gradeschooler
five just being. so tired. all the time. my bedtime at seven years old was probably like. 8:30PM. kids need a lot of sleep!! so just five trying to keep himself awake because he has important stuff to do!! but doing the nod and bob because he canāt keep his eyes open
the trying-to-be-helpful but mildly-condescending strangers who stop five or talk down to him increase by tenfold. Teenagers out an about on the street along? eh. a seven-year-old? five is going to get so many concernsĀ āwhere are your parents, sweetheart?ā that he IS going to snap and kill a well meaning middle aged woman in the middle of the street
in a similar note the number of people who assume that he is the child of whatever sibling he happens to be in proximity to also increases tenfold and five does Not Appreciate This (and neither do half the siblings tbh bc now they have to pretend that they are responsible for this tiny feral child)
āFUCKā five says, loudly, prompting gasps from the delicate natured passerbys.Ā
āyou canāt fucking say that, dude, youāre like. a baby.ā klaus says, equally loudly and making everyone in earshot 70% more scandalized
āI am not associated with themā diego informs the masses with an edge of desperation
luther is just. so massive next to this tiny version of five. he could hold him in like, one hand. and maybe luther at one point was really good with kids but with his new body heās awkward and itās very sad
no one bats an eye at child Five toting an Entire Half of a Mannequin that is probably as big as he is around. Billyās kid is currently emotionally attached to a brick he found in the alley behind his school. Gertieās granddaughter refuses to leave the house without an old sock filled with pebbles tucked under her arm. Garyās stepkid found a piece of driftwood on the beach and now itās in their bed every night. Kids are weird and at least Fiveās has a face for him to talk to i guess??
instead of luther threatening dolores he just looks at five with this gun that is way too big for him to have a hold of really and just. reaches out and scoops five up under his armpits and heās just furiously wiggling and growling and luther is likeĀ ānope not putting you down until we agree that murder is not a solutionā
every interaction with the handler is probably about 112% more creepy honestly but also what about the job?? either five a) gets an appropriately child sized desk like the ones you find in an actual gradeschool or b) he gets some kind of boosterseat for his chair and just has to sit at this desk that is comically oversized for him
the squad go to a restaurant and the server brings over the menus and hands five a childrenās menu. without a word klaus just plucks it from fiveās hands and substitutes it for his own because they have been kicked out of sixĀ whole restaurants and he is willing to eat the childrenās chicken nugget meal if he had to god damn it
the apocalypse doesnāt happen because vanya is literally incapable of hurting a grade schooler right in front of her regardless of how pissed off at her family in general she is. that is a whole child. vanya works with children for her job. she canāt hurt an entire child in front of her?? like she can destroy the world and all the abstract children but this one child right in front of her? who is also her long lost brother and former sole confidant as children who wasnāt there for any of the general bullshit she just went through?? not so much
but like. even after the stop the apocalypse thereās still the issue of what to do with this entire child. like at least as a teenager five would be able to be somewhat independent but seven-year-old five canāt reach the sink to wash his hands without a step stoolĀ
just the squad coming together to look after five without quite letting five know thatās what theyāre doing because they donāt want to wake up to a knife in their chest or anything smh
five and claire meet and become an unstoppable duo of terror. patrick is an actually competent parent who is so exhausted 24/7 from raising his daughter that he just accepts five immediately because?? his brother-in-law being a time travelling 58-year-old in the body of a grade schooler who is partially feral from over forty years alone and probably has untreated ptsd? okay might as well happen
patrickĀ āi didnāt trust allison with a child and yet i still trust her way more than the rest of you so iām going to schedule five a doctorās appointment or something because god knows heās probably not up to date on his vaccinations and heās hanging around claire and i doubt any of yāall even thought about thatā hargreeves
the hargreeves all go to an amusement park as a family bonding activity. the mistake becomes clear when itās revealed that five is too short to go on half the rides. the resulting meltdown gets them all kicked out and Diego just has five tossed over his shoulder still hurling insults at the ride attendant as they hoof it out of there
the family has to figure out everywhere they can go within walking distance because thereās still a cold war going on between allison and five over whether he has to be in a booster seat for any car rides or not
itās basically just shenanigans with the family and five trying to figure out how to coexist and compromise and also look after one another when itās been every man for themself pretty much all their lives
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Relationship: Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant
Chapters: 1/?
Summary:
Eliott Demaury is a driver, but also heās a spy... well, sort of. Somehow itās become his job to look after troubled children of rich businessmen. But Lucas Lallemant is a real problem that Eliott never really saw coming.
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Chapter 1
Eliott gets a job as the driver of Lucas Lallemant
Eliott Demaurywasn't the one who believed in such term as an Ā«a stroke of luckĀ». Everything he had ever achieved was the result of his right and not so right choices, which he had no other choice but to make through his whole life. His first correct decision was to help a seventh-year-old girl to walk home after her severe fall from the pink bike with a big purple bow on the handlebar. His next wise move was to keep in touch with her. He was a poor child, and she was rich. The perfect scenario created itself without any efforts of Eliottās side. A couple of kind words in the accompaniment of one of his charming smiles and the girl saw her knight in shining armour in his face. Eliottās mistake was to let her feeling of affection towards him grow without any particular necessity. He made his way into her home, he earned the respect of her father, and he even got a job, but still, the guy wasn't ready to give her what she wanted. Eliott Demaurydidn't love Lucille Amateur.
"Philippe and I are very good friends, you know." Valentine Lallemant's piercing blue eyes were looking at the young guy, who was standing right in front of him. Ā Probably he was trying to see what was so special about him that his dear friend advised the boy's service instead of the specialized agency that at least had a reputation. It was a shame that they failed to help him before, though.
Eliott could see doubts and questions running through the businessman's head. That was obvious from the way he was frowning.
"I suppose that's the reason why I'm here right now," he said with careful politeness. Valentin Lallemantwasn't a joke to anyone. Especially to somebody, who meant as little as Eliott.
"Yeah, that and the fact that you somehow made him respect you and that, believe me, is a very hard thing to achieve," Valentine murmured thoughtfully, not leaving his eyes off Eliott.
Valentine Lallemant and Philippe Amateur were one of the most famous duets in the whole of France. The one was an owner of a hotel empire; another one was an owner of the chain of the auto salons all over Europe. Both built their empires from scratch and became the faces of any motivation-related story about how you can achieve everything if you only try. Ā What a bullshit! Only a moron would have believed that their businesses were clean and that they were pure and innocent as newborn babies. There was something dark happening behind the closed doors of their offices, but they haven't been caught yet, and perhaps that was the only thing that mattered. Moreover, that aspect of their lives wasn't something Eliott was interested in. The fact that they had a good business and personal relationship was enough for him to close his eyes on everything else, as long as it was playing into his hands.
"I also can't but approve your reasoning behind your leaving the Amateur's house. I know you had a good life there." MrLallemant straightened up in the chair and crossed his arms around the chest. Despite him being in a lower position, as Eliott was still standing, the young man could feel that the man was looking down on him. And he had every right on that, of course.
"I did what was right," Eliott gave a simple answer, but something in Valentine's smirk made him suspect that it wasn't something he was ready to buy so quickly. He was a smart man after all.
"Yeah, for you and your future," Valentine agreed, being perfectly aware that it wasn't the idea Eliott tried to sell to him. Though Eliott didn't argue, he let him continue. "Philippe's sure that you left because of your dignity and respect for him and his family, but we both know that the situation could have gotten only worse if only you decided to take advantage of pure Lucille. You were wise enough to leave and to earn even more of his respect even."
"Am I supposed to answer that?" Eliott asked, and that made Valentine scoff satisfied.
The situation with Lucille got out of the hand pretty quickly. That was an omission on Eliott's part. He used to consider her infatuation with him as something temporary and not so serious. He was sure it was just a phase. The guy expected it to be over at any moment and for her to find some new love interest, but that didn't happen. Her gaze was stopping at him for far too long, her embraces became too tight and intimate, and she stopped following what she was saying in front of him and the company of others, so she practically became a problem. It was never an option for him to reciprocate to her feelings as he had none of them, and pretending wasn't his style. But he wanted to keep his connection with Mr Amateur, so he spent hours to make up the perfect solution, and he did well. His final decision had a success, which led him straight to the office of MrLallemant.
"My son is a problem," suddenly Valentine changed the topic, and Eliott knew that since that moment he needed to absorb every word that would come out of the man's mouth. Lucas Lallemant was his real concern at this job, and he was a problematic kid.
Lucas Lallemant was a star of the all gutter press. A young boy of eighteen years old, who's brought nothing but shame on the name of his powerful father. This little spoiled and arrogant brat was attracting too much unwelcome attention to the family. Constant parties, uncontrollable use of alcohol, dirty fights and big scandals. That was everything that needed any journalist for a couple of juicy and successful stories. Eliott had no particular opinion on the boy as it didnāt matter to him, but heās heard some stories about him from Lucile that made him despise the junior Lallemant. He had everything Eliott was ready to kill for, and he had no idea how to value that. And that was not surprising and not that big of a secret that Valentine didnāt even try to get along with his son. Probably, he wasnāt worth it. But the manās reputation was a lot to lose it just because of one silly boy, and thatās how Eliott turned out to be standing in his office.
āI need a driver for him as he canāt drive, and he canāt be trusted to move about the city alone. And the driver needs to be young to become his friend,ā Valentine continued, having closed a fat folder in front him and having put it aside. He leaned on his table, giving all his attention to the guy, who was listening to him attentively. āThis boy can be a real snake. We changed four drivers in the last half of the year. However, I suppose it was a mistake from my side. I chose people of my age for them to understand me, while I needed someone who would understand him. Or at least would pretend that he understands. And it seems that youāre good at that.ā
For everyone, Eliott was Lucilleās driver. For the girl, he was a driver and a friend. For her father, he was a spy. Not officially of course, but that was an unspoken agreement between them right from the start. He gave him a job, but he was paying the guy for the information. It turned out that if you have enough money, and you care about your child (or reputation), you can forget about all the moral code just to protect the things that matter to you. Eliott couldnāt say that he approved that kind of behaviour, but he could easily turn his blind eye on that for a good price. And the price was really good. In no time Mr Amateur knew all about his daughtersā friends, boyfriends, parties and even addictions. Whenever she went, the man knew about it straight away. Eliott was smart and careful, never letting her doubt him. He gained her full trust just to win her fatherās trust, and he left just before it all could crash down on him. Now he still had Mr Amateurās respect, Lucilleās admiration and a good perspective on the new job.
āI need you to be close enough for him to consider you as his friend. Heās difficult, but heās lonely. He has no real friends, so you can use it,ā Valentine said coldly as if he was talking about some stranger from the street and not about his flesh and blood. And Eliott would have been surprised by it if only he hadn't already known that all the fathers sucked. āI need you to be everywhere where he is. I need to know about his whereabouts all the time. You need to know who heās meeting with, when, where and why. Any sign of the pettiest scandal and I need to know about it. Weāve made an arrangement with him, so heāll be using your service constantly, but you need to find a way to go further than that. He had to trust you. Youāre obviously a bright kid, but stillā¦ do you think you could do that?ā The man was glaring at him, and Eliott did not doubt that it was the task right for him. But he had questions.
āYou sound as if I need to be next to him 24/7. Thatās not how I was working with Lucille,ā he didn't but pointed out to the fact. MrLallemant nodded and wrote down something on the piece of paper. When he finished, he handed it to the younger guy.
āI know, and thatās why you will be living in our house.ā
Eliott took a note from the man and saw not only an address but also a big figure written on it. That was twice bigger than heās ever gotten working on Phillippe.
āIt isnāt going to a problem, right?ā Valentine gave the guy time to look at the paper. Oh, he certainly knew what he was doing. Working on the previous conditions, Eliott would have refused to live under the same roof as Lucille, but that was another family, and the price was very tempting, so it would be stupid to say ānoā.
āNot a problem at all,ā Eliott replied and put the note in his pocket. MrLallemantgrinned, satisfied, but in a second, that smile disappeared from his face as he clearly remembered about something.
āBut there is one detail about my sonā¦ā he said, and Eliott could see how the man was trying to find the right words to express his thought. Funnily enough, Eliottās already figured what it probably was about, but it would be wiser of him to keep it shut on the topic. āMy son has one peculiarityā¦ā he stopped once again and cleared his throat. Valentine was so obviously ashamed of what he was about to say. āSometimes he thinks that he likes boys,ā he almost hissed, and Eliott hardly held a smirk at the thought that the man couldnāt have made himself to say the word "gay".
āAnd you donāt want it to be a piece of common knowledge?ā Eliott suggested something heās already known.
āHeās a confused and spoiled boy, so it isnāt worth of hassle,ā the man was avoiding Eliottās eyes, and that was hilarious seeing such reaction from a well-respected businessman. āI donāt need these fool journalists to talk trash about my family again.ā
Eliott knew that the manās already faced the problem like that before. Over a year ago, somebody released a photo of the Lallemant junior kissing another boy right in front of some posh nightclub. And that wasnāt just a perk in the cheek, but a real kiss with tongues and stuff. Lucas was clearly off his face, so as his partner. Another wild night turned Valentineās life into a nightmare, as the photo took a front page of the most serious and solid newspapers and magazines. And it was all over the Internet, of course. The next morning Lucas gave an interview, where he admitted that he was just too drunk and that was nothing but a silly attempt to laugh at journalists, who follow his every step. He said that he had a girlfriend that he loved very much just to erase any suspicion of his sexual orientation. But the damage was already done, and Eliottās heard that Valentine lost a couple of conservative clients because of this stunt, so it was no wonder that he was trying to hide the reality so hard. And there was no doubt that the man didn't have to know about Eliottās bisexuality. He needed this opportunity too much just to lose it because if someoneās ignorance.
Valentine finally managed to get a grip as he straightened up again, looking serious. āAt first your main task is to follow him everywhere outside, help him avoid cameras and save him from the troubles on the public. In the school, house and places heās going to there are always my people, so they will look after him there butā¦ā
āI need to do my best to become close to him and have a chance to know about his every move and his every thought. I get it,ā Eliott finished the manās sentence, and he nodded pleased. āStill, Iām not a bodyguard,ā Eliott reminded. He kept in mind that Valentine Lallemant lived in a dangerous world, and maybe Demaury was a good spy, but he never was a fighter.
āNobody asks you to be him,ā Valentine replied, and that was enough for Eliott. āSo if you have no questions, you can move in tomorrow. The room will be ready for you. Iāll also bring a contract and discuss with you all the details. Your services will be needed until the end of the school year, after that, Iāll send Lucas to London. Youāll have a chance to walk away whatever youāll want to. I prefer people working on me by choice and not by pressure. So do we have a deal?ā The man stood up and extended his hand toward Eliott.
āYes, we do,ā Eliott answered with a polite smile, and they shook their hands.
If there was something Eliottās learned during that meeting, that was that sometimes reputation was so much more thicker than blood.
āAre you sure that itās a really good idea? Iāve heard a lot of stuff about that Valentine, and heās certainly the man I would have avoided.ā
Idriss was standing in the doorway of Eliottās room. Heās just heard the news, and he wasnāt pleased with them at all. Eliottās best friend didnāt like a lot of details of that deal. The first one was that he didnāt want him to move out, leaving him alone with their other neighbour, Mika. The second reason for his attitude was that he has absolutely no trust in the Lallemant family. And that was wise. Eliott didnāt trust these people either. But that wasnāt what he was paid for, right? He was joining the familyās house just because of his job. And that was Idrissā last concern. The man never hid the fact that he considered Eliottās idea of working instead of studying stupid. And when Eliottās friend was nagging him about that, Demaury was ready to kill him in cold blood.
āIām going to spend most of the time with his son and not him.ā
Eliott looked around to check if heās put in his bag everything that he needed. He didnāt have in plans to move out completely, heās already paid rent for a year ahead, and he liked to have a place he always could return to. So he decided to take only the things that were really necessary for him in Lallemantās house. A couple of boxers, trousers, T-shirts, shirts and all the little stuff. Eliott knew for sure that he would come back in the flat in a week just to see his mates, and then he would grab all the other stuff he wanted to.
āAs if his son is anywhere better,ā Idriss sighed and sat on the sofa. Eliott joined him. āHe seems like the right trouble. Yeah, Lucille wasnāt the angel, but this one is another level. Have you heard that he trashed the car, told the press that his driver took drugs from Valentine and then did it himself? It's not normal behaviour!ā
Eliott let out a laugh, having remembered another scandal out of the life of Lallemants. Yeah, that was a big one too. It was the first driver Valentine hired and, judging by the way the things ended, he didnāt get on with Lallemant junior at all. In a week he was sacked and accused of using drugs. Yeah, in one evening Lucas told about it every journalist he could only get hold of, proving it with photos of the car the man allegedly crashed. And maybe it wouldnāt have been so bad if he didnāt call his own father a dealer. But still, it wasnāt even the weirdest thing. To Eliottās amusement, the boy was sober when he was doing it. How did he know that? He was there together with Lucille when all the messā started. Lucas didnāt just gather the journalists, but also all his rich friends for them to spread the rumours. Yeah, that was quite a show. But Eliott preferred to keep silent about his not so significant involvement in the act. All the more, Lucas apologised in a few days, having blamed it all on a stupid bet with his friend. And knowing the nature of the boy, everyone believed it. But not Eliott. He saw the look on the boyās face that evening and there was something intriguing there. Maybe now he would have a chance to find some answers. And as they say, there is no smoke without fire.
āValentine could have just hired the guy a babysitter. Why exactly does he need a driver?ā Idriss questioned.
āHe canāt drive, apparently,ā Eliott shrugged. āBut, yeah, I guess heās just impressed with the things Mr Amateur told him about me. And Iām no way complaining. I can be even Valentinesā babysitter if he keeps giving me the money he promises to.ā
Idriss gave him a disappointed look but didnāt say anything. His friend had both things Eliott was always deprived of. He had a loving family and money. No, he wasnāt as rich as Lallemants, but he always had enough to go by. So there was no way for him to understand Eliott and his motivation. AndDemaury didnāt ask him to actually.
Eliottās phone vibrated, and he saw one new message.
[Lucille]:
is it truth? you replaced me with lucas lallemant? wtf???
āYou didnāt tell her?ā Idriss asked surprised, having looked at the screen over Eliottās shoulder.
āWe decided that itād be better like that,ā he replied and put away his phone. Well, it wasnāt actually his decision not even say goodbye but her fatherās. Despite Lucilleās stupid crush oh him that messed things up, he liked that girl. They knew each other long enough for Eliott to bond with her in some way. He didnāt feel anything deep and physical towards Lucille, but he was sincerely upset when he figured what her feelings were. After all, the guy didnāt have that many friends to lose another one.
āYou know, you just could fuck her from times to times and be happy,ā Idriss said, and Eliott knew that he meant it as a joke.
āOr he could fuck Lucas Lallemant and be even happier,ā Mika came waltzing in the room.
āOr be killed!ā Idriss answered back, and Mika waved his hand on him, settling in the chair opposite them.
āThis guy is super cute and rich, so I would jump this ship too, for sure!ā He winked at Eliott.
āWas it even officially confirmed that heās gay? I saw his photos with some girl the other day,ā Idriss commented.
āItās just him trying to conceal the obvious. Everyone knows with whom heās spending his nights with, photos or no photos,ā Mika stated. āBut still I want to know all the gossips. I bet their family has a lot of dark and juicy secrets,ā the guy smiled slyly, looking at Eliott.
āMy job is to keep him from such people as you, so forget about it,ā Eliott smirked, and Mika scoffed displeased.
āYou are still so boring!ā He complained.
āBut itās just until the end of the year, right?ā Idriss asked. It was obvious that the idea still worried him.
āIf everything goes right then yeah. After that, Valentineās sending him to London,ā Eliott put a cigarette between his lips and lit it. Idriss looked at him disappointed. He hated when the friend was smoking right in the flat. But they were sitting in his room, so he had no right to say something against it. Smoking was a bad habit, Eliott didnāt deny the fact, but he was a child when he tried it the first time and now itās become a part of him. Cigarettes let him relax a little, and that was something he needed in his life a lot.
āYou knew that he had to finish school last year, but suddenly disappeared, so heās attending it now?ā Mika was looking at his phone. Heās already googled the boyās name to gain more information. Eliott though to do the same, but he never got around it. āInteresting, why did he have to miss the whole year?ā
āI wonāt be surprised if Valentine sent him to some religious camp for them to kill gay inside him,ā Eliott shared, having remembered the shame in the manās eyes when he was talking about his sonās preferences.
āIt must be tough to have a father like that,ā Mika said compassionately.
āAnd whatās the deal with his mum? Donāt think Iāve seen her face in the news recently,ā Idriss noted, and Mika looked at his phone again, tapping something. In a few minutes, he gave the answer.
āWell, there was no official statement, but there are gossips that she went mad, and sheās at the clinic now. But Valentine isnāt commenting on the situation and neither so his son.ā
āIf itās true, I feel bad for the boy,ā Idriss said, and Milan nodded. Eliottās took another drag.
āHeās just another rich snob, who cares about nothing but himself. Iāve met him a couple of times before, so believe me, heās not worth feeling sorry for him,ā he declared and stood up.
āYouāre full of prejudices, you need to meet the boy first just to make such strong assumptions!ā Mika confronted him, but Eliott just rolled his eyes at the neighbour and came to his table. There were two things he hadnāt packed yet. Two photos. One of his mother and another of his grandparents. He hated both of them, but these probably were the only things in his life he couldnāt leave behind.
Living with Idriss and Mika for three years Eliott got used to meeting Mikaās hook-ups in the morning in the kitchen not to ever see their faces ever again. Or in the late evenings when he didnāt even know that they had visitors. And Mika loved organizing surprise parties. Or that could be Idrissā sister Imane with her boyfriends and Idriss and Eliottās friend Sofiane. Their flatās became their second home. They probably were spending more time here than in their own apartment. So at any time, someone could have come, and they wouldn't have even been surprised.
āNot me,ā Idriss answered.
āMe neither, but Iāll go and look.ā Milan stood and went to the door.
āI hope itās not another boyfriend heās forgotten about,ā Idriss joked, and Eliott laughed back.
In a few seconds, Mika came back with a sly smile, looking at Eliott.
āHoney, you have a guest,ā he said cunningly. By the look on his face Eliottāsknown that it was something the guy was really excited about. And he seriously couldnāt even suggest who it could have been. His first thought was Lucille. Sometimes she knew no boundaries, and when he ignored her like he did today, she could just turn up at their doorways. But it wouldnāt have explained Mikaās enthusiasm. He hated the girl.
āDo you know who is there?ā Idriss asked with interest.
āDo I look like I know?ā Eliott replied a little bit irritated.
He went to the door, feeling Mikaās eyes on his back. Heās heard how the guy hissed something to Idriss, but he didnāt hear what exactly he said. Or he preferred to ignore that. Most of the things Mika was saying usually didn't worth the time of listening to him.
āFinally!ā
Eliottās heard a mumble of the person, standing at the door. The second he saw who exactly it was, he froze.
āSo Iāve heard Iām your new boss,ā said the boy in the black shirt with long sleeves and black jeans. He was leaning against the doorframe, and there was a bottle of champagne in his right hand. And though there were sunglasses on his eyes, there was no problem for Eliott to identify the guest.
Lucas Lallemant was standing right in front of him.
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