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redbatchedcumbermayned · 7 months ago

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It all started under a duvet held up by an oar

Not so long ago I emailed Chris Tester, the voice of Heinrix van Calox in Owlcat’s recently released CRPG Rogue Trader, and asked if he would like to sit for an interview with me. Having some experience in interviewing people I like, most famously Oscar winner and all-around sweetheart Eddie Redmayne, this was not a completely nerve-wracking endeavour. And within a day of sending my email, Chris said yes. And what a pleasure it was interviewing him: Chris was so generous with his time, that the agreed upon 30 minutes turned into 50 minutes as we brushed upon many topics from his start as a theatre actor to his first voice-over role in a video game to his recently discovered hobby of playing D&D. Of course, we also spoke about all things Warhammer 40k, his new found fame brought on by voicing Heinrix and the insights he could share about the character.

I will publish this interview in three parts over the next week in text form and with the accompanying audio file (the audio quality is not spectacular but tumblr limits uploads to 10MB). If you quote or reshare, please quote me as the original source.

Part 2 of the interview

Part 3 of the interview

Fran: Thank you very much for taking your time.

Chris Tester: That's no problem. No problem at all.

F: So then let's start. You graduated in 2008.

CT: I did. Yes.

F: You started out as a stage actor. Did you always want to become a stage actor or an actor in general? Tell us a bit about your career.

CT: I always wanted to be a stage actor. Yes, as soon as I knew that I wanted to be an actor, which probably wasn't until I was a teenager. But yeah, my first passion was always the stage, and that was kind of borne out in my career. I would have been open to TV and film of course, if it had come along, I'm a huge fan of TV and film as well, but I never got an audition for any TV or film work.

I think I literally did about three short films in my 10, 12 years of actually professionally acting, and it is one of those industries where the more you do of one thing, the more you seem to find yourself doing the same thing to a degree. So yes, watching Shakespeare from an early age was one of my first passions.

And that was what first planted the seed of wanting to do it myself. The whole aspect of live performance is still something that I'm very passionate about. Up until 2020, when the world changed, I was trying to do two or three theatre shows a year, but since 2020, I haven't been near a stage and I doubt right now, especially with the way that the UK theatre scene is going, that I'm going to be back on stage anytime soon. I am resigned to that, but at some point in my career, I know I will be on stage again, because I can't live without it, but only for the right thing, both financially, but more importantly, creatively.

F: Your production company is currently on hiatus?

CT: I was the producer of a theatre company, which was run and was the baby of the director of the company, a guy called Ross Armstrong, who's one of the most talented writers and directors that I've ever worked with. I was helping out with a lot of the administration stuff so that he could still put me in plays. Instead of creating my own work because I'm not a very good writer or the best writer in the world, I support those people who will write me good parts. So yes, it is currently on hiatus, but never say never, we would always be looking to get back. It's difficult right now. It's difficult for all of us, because arts council subsidy, that way of being able to fund stuff, is drying up. We were doing a national tour of the UK when we were doing that [with the support of a subsidy]. There's even less money, there's even more people. I won't bore you with anything more than that, but it's kind of tough. We'd like to come back, but in the right way, and that's tricky to negotiate.

F: It's always hard as a stage actor to earn a living.

CT: Well, I've been spoiled by voice-over as well, and whereas when I was in my 20s and 30s then you're all about your art. And of course, I'm still all about my art, but I'm also about my wife and my cat and the mortgage and the bills and wanting to have nicer things to a degree as well. I've come to terms with that and voice-over does facilitate that as well as it opens you up to different roles and working with different people. So, I can't complain.

F: It's quite similar with making a living as a writer, because with a steady income you get used to a certain standard of living and once you have obligations and bills to pay, I think the stress on your mental health being creative and having all the stresses of regular life thrust upon you brings with it a challenge.

CT: It's a cliche we can very easily fall into: if I'm suffering, then it means I'm an artist. And that's not necessarily very true. It very often means that the art that we create only reflects one aspect of our lives, and it's usually a very tortured one. I am also about having wider experiences and broadening myself out. Whereas I think when I was in my twenties, I was thinking a bit more like: Oh, I'll experience the world and life through my art and just purely through my art. Whereas now necessarily I need to have a life outside of it as well, and then I can justify like I have the life so that I can feed my art or not, whatever. You know, I'll be a better artist by having a bit of a life outside of it. Maybe.

F: But that's what your twenties are for.

CT: Yeah, indeed.

F: Doing the crazy stuff, doing the band stuff

CT: Yeah, yeah, exactly. So, there was certainly an aspect of that in my twenties.

F: So, what brought you to voice acting or voice-over work initially?

CT: Money. Video game stuff is kind of sexy and cool, and I'm a gamer, so that's important. Before I was a video gamer, I was a board gamer and off the back of that, I was a voracious video gamer, partly because I wasn't very good at team sports at school. I was always the person who was picked last in the football team. So that becomes part of your identity for better or worse. But video games, I was pretty good at, not amazing, but I was pretty good at, and I enjoyed it. And it gave me a different form of escapism as well, and off the back of that I always had an interest in them.

So, the very first voiceover job was a video game: Dark Souls, which is quite a big franchise. At that time, I was your very typically jobbing actor. My acting agent came in and said: I got something for you. And so, I went in with that. But it was only in 2016, 2017 that I realised it was something that you could actually do yourself. People had recording studios at home and they were contacting people directly, not just going through agents. Because I'd basically written to the same 20 voice agents in the UK, mainly in London for like eight years in a row and not received anything. So, you keep knocking on those doors hoping.

Before I'd even graduated from drama school, I'd burnt a CD and made these cases with my headshot on it and sent them all off at what at the time felt like great personal expense and didn't get anything for eight years in a row. So, I was a bit like, I'm obviously doing something wrong, but I don't really know what, because I'm doing these workshops and getting good feedback. Then I found out through a couple of online courses, that there were ways and means of doing it myself, and that was a bit of a game changer for me, and within six months of having started, I was earning more through voice work than the bar job and the box office job that I was doing combined. Within six months, I was kind of like: “I gotta quit because I'm actually holding myself back from things.” So that was quite a big shift.

F: Somewhere you said, you started out under a duvet and with an oar.

CT: Yeah. On my website, I do have an image of it. [Dear reader, I could not locate this elusive photo] I literally had to take the duvet off my bed and put it into the living room, which was the quietest space in my then shared flat. I also had to wait until after one flat mate had watched TV and another one had used the table that had their washing on it. One of my flat mates had stolen an oar from some night out and that was perfect in order to be able to erect it over my head and the duvet as a frame.

I did probably the first four or five months of voice recording like that. Probably about 10, 15 voiceover jobs that I actually got paid for, I was using that because it worked well enough. Since then, I've gone through various different iterations of a setup in the bedroom, to a setup in the hallway, to my current setup. In 2020 we moved to our first house, and this is the spare bedroom which I've had converted into a studio, which means my cat can be here asleep on me or near me getting fur everywhere, but it's fine. I can thrash around and I've got natural light to work in at the same time, which I find quite important. [Pictured below Chris' current setup.]

F: Very pretty. That's good. Guide us through a typical day of yours, if you like.

CT: Oh, sure. I mean, there is no typical day. And yet, and yet, and yet. A typical day for me is, because I am spending the vast majority of the day sitting in this room or somewhere close to this room, because I may need to record at short notice, because the vast majority of jobs are quite short notice. My priority is exercise for mental health more than anything. I've got some weights at the bottom of the garden, and I will get up first thing, and I will go there and I will do that after breakfast. And that's my minimal routine of physical activity done.

And then I'll come back, and this is so rock and roll. Now what I do is, I spend like an hour on LinkedIn. And that's what you dreamed of as a creative person. Isn't it as an actor? I spend time on LinkedIn regularly every day, because it's a really good networking place for a lot of my types of work, and first thing in the morning, I'm a bit mentally sharper. So that's when I come up with a quick post that may be inspired by a bit of content that I've made elsewhere. That probably takes about 20 minutes and then I spend another 45 minutes to an hour engaging with people and saying hi and introducing myself and asking questions, whether that's with video producers or game developers or documentary makers or pretty much anything and everything. There are a lot of people who are active at that time. And so I do it.

And then after that, if I already have some recording lined up, then I'll prioritise mid-morning, because I've warmed up physically a bit more then, and I'm focused. So, you're going through the scripts, annotating the scripts, recording the scripts, editing the scripts. But then there could be live sessions at any time within that as well. I try to keep hours from nine till six. But occasionally, like with Rogue Trader, that was recorded at various different times of the day because we had people in New York, we had people in mainland Europe, and we had people in the UK. So all different time zones, so that can happen at any time.

And then I try to do other kinds of bits and pieces of marketing whenever I've got free time to. I do use really exciting productivity hacks, like time blocking. Again, not something that as a creative individual, I was like: Oh God, this gets me so excited, because it doesn't, but it works. It's finding a system that works for you, but still has a certain kind of flexibility and fluidity. I'm trying to make sure that I get outside of the house, and that kind of stuff.

Recently, over the last year, I’ve started doing audiobooks as well. That long form type of thing is quite nice to be able to dip into because sometimes you don't record for two, three days. You don't get the work. Nothing’s coming in. So, you’re marketing, but it kind of connects you back to the performance side of things to go: I can do a few chapters and you know, that kind of thing. So that's probably it. I try to formalise it, but you know, every voice actor’s day is radically different. There are people, some of the biggest names, going into different studios every week or every day. I very rarely, despite being based in London, I very rarely go into external studios. Like I would say 99 percent of the work I just do from home.

F: So how do you find the right voice for the specific type of voiceover work you do, maybe start with how did you find Heinrix's voice?

CT: Thankfully, Owlcat sent through quite a detailed casting breakdown. So, you get a picture, and that's pretty crucial, as well as a short bio, in terms of the background of the character, but not too much, because you have to sign an NDA, a non-disclosure agreement. But even if you do sign an NDA, I think developers are always slightly hesitant of giving you too much info about the game because things could still be changed. But I think I did get a picture of Heinrix, if not in the first audition, then certainly on the second one. From that you immediately think about the physicality and what might affect the voice, and there was also some direction in terms of what they were looking for. Anybody who has heard the character and me, they do not sound radically dissimilar. There's not a transformative process that I needed to go through, other than his sense of authority and the space that he takes up and the sureness that he has in that he has a kind of divine right from the emperor, so that level of confidence being brought through.

The other part of the audition was about the void ship [the Black Ship] that he'd been raised in and the horrors that he'd seen. And you as the actor have to do the detective work to go like this is showing another side, the more vulnerable side, the side that underpins all of his life choices up to this point. It's essentially playing the opposite to a degree. So it was kind of knowing when to let those elements bleed through a little bit. I think I had probably about a page worth of scripts, quite a lot of script actually to audition with.

But I don't like to listen back to it a lot, because I think you get into your head. My biggest thing is stage work where it's ephemeral. You say it once and it could be different the next night. The whole point is that there's no one definitive way of doing things. Not quite the same with voice acting, where it's being recorded and you've got to get used to hearing it back. But I try not to overthink it. Just like record it two or three times with different impulses and then review and go like, those two seem pretty contrasting. I'll send those along and hope and then never hear anything back unless I do.

#chris tester #heinrix van calox #rogue trader #warhammer 40k #rouge trader crpg #owlcat games

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thebadguys2news · 21 days ago

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🟢Director Pierre Perifel talks about The Bad Guys 2 being bigger than the first movie & more!

About finding the right balance between children and adult jokes

"Maybe by writing for us first? By imagining movies that make us laugh. Our writers are really funny, already, it must be said (Etan Cohen and Aaron Blabey, already on the first opus). They quickly knew how to find the right tone for the Bad Guys. I don't know how they do it, but everything seems more intelligent in their scripts. Maybe because they work hard on the characters? The comedy comes from their characters, they manage to make them tell the jokes naturally, very fluidly. They don't try to throw out a good joke and that's it, you see?" -Producer Damon Ross.

"I would also say that we probably found this tone by avoiding making a parody. Above all, we like the kind of films that we remake in our own way, we don't make fun of them. We play with clichés, we put in little winks for moviegoers who will recognize this or that reference, but it's more of a tribute. In this sequel in particular, the dialogues are very clever, I think, but if it goes over the heads of very young children, it doesn't matter because they'll have a good visual joke a few moments later." -Director Pierre Perifel.

About why the sequel isn't called "The Good Guys"

"We're still playing with this idea, actually. In the first one, our hero advised his team to pretend to be good guys to stay bad, before discovering that they were really good guys deep down, and here, it's a bit the opposite. Under threat, they pretend to have become bad again, but they're trying to do good. That's the heart of our concept, so yes, we're still exploring this question." -Director Pierre Perifel

About the sequel opening with a car chase, paralleling the first movie

"It's kind of like our trademark. That 200 mph opening, that kind of breathless race, that's what made us want to tackle that kind of action cinema. Personally, it's one of my favorite things, super-cool car stunts. Plus, here, it's kind of presented as the origin story of the new car, we're going to see how they got this particular car, and how it became a key element of their group. In a way, the car is also part of the Bad Guys. We started off with a bang, and here, it's a bit the same, but more in-depth since it's also going to reveal something about the team." -Director Pierre Perifel

About the sequel being bigger than the first movie

"Absolutely. We like to dissect this genre, play with its codes, and the opportunity to continue the story of the Bad Guys gave us the chance to continue on this ground. But a little differently at the same time. The first was a heist movie, like Ocean's Eleven, whereas this one, we're more into espionage.This "bigger, faster, stronger" side is possible now that the public already knows our Bad Guys. We can dive into the action even faster and offer something new too. Different locations, for example, but which are not chosen at random, which must help prepare the action scenes. It's really something borrowed from spy films, that." -Director Pierre Perifel

"It's more like Mission: Impossible, actually. We were very inspired by their way of setting up action scenes. From movie to movie, everything is bigger, and for it to work, you have to think about all of that in advance, organize the general construction of your feature film well." -Producer Damon Ross

About the French dub of the movie

"As a French man, I wanted to get involved in the dubbing of this version, and even in the rewriting of certain lines. A good French version is so important, especially for a family film like this, where children are not going to come and discover it with subtitles. I have always been sensitive to successful dubbing. So yes, it is important to me to supervise this aspect as well, but I can't announce anything for the moment, it's still too early." -Director Pierre Perifel

About the comparison to Zotopia

"The Bad Guys is an adaptation of the 2015 books (by Aaron Blabey, who is also the co-writer of the movies), from an already rich universe, but which only featured animals. We made the choice, quite early in production, to mix our anthropomorphic animals and humans, so that they would cross paths in the same city. This coexistence, seemingly insignificantly, allowed us to limit the comparisons between the two" -Damon Ross

Interview from Premiere (translated from French).

Bonus: about the animation style.

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tillthelandslide · 1 year ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVES, A CONSTANT SUPPORT AND AN AMAZING FRIEND @xthe1975

This is for you....

You woke up pretty early, the warm sun peaking through the curtains of your shared room. You feel the familiar arms of Ross pull you tighter, face pressed into your neck, lips slowly trailing sleepily across the skin.

"Happy birthday love" he mumbles, his deep morning voice making you smile but also making your stomach clench.

"Thank you sweetheart" you say, liking the way he woke slightly more at the sound of your voice, loving the way his head snapped up and he smiled at you.

"I've got the whole day planned... But first" he leans down slowly, capturing your lips in his in a passionate kiss, neither of you caring about morning breath "I'm going to show the birthday girl how much I love her" he speaks, lips back at yours the first instance they get.

He softly makes love to you, truly showing you how much he loves you before he leaves you to shower. When you're finally finished you find him downstairs, cooking your favourite breakfast.

You watch as he hooks, hair tied up in a bun now and his hips swap slightly to the music he's put on. You couldn't get happier that he's here, home for tour, and determined to make your birthday the best it could be.

You eat the delicious food, and he has to practically force you to sit down whilst he cleans everything up. You begin opening some cards without him, just of some friends and colleagues. He's eventually back at your side, sitting in your living room, and he pulls you into his lap, watching over your shoulder as you read the cards.

He hands you a big card, little messages from all the band, practically everyone behind the scenes of the tour and everyone who he works with. The little messages from the boys make you smile widely and tear up slightly.

"Happy birthday love! Thanks for putting up with us crazy lot, much love - M xxx -p.s glad Ross will be with you for your birthday, he's been a nightmare"

Mattys words makes you chuckle lightly and lean back to press a quickly kiss to Ross' mouth.

"Happy birthday you legend! Party hard and drink lots, hope you like the gift Charli and I got for you! Love g x". Ross then hands you a gift and you open it to find some beautiful jewelry which makes you smile, you put it on immediately.

"Happy birthday from baby Hann, Carly and Hann, we love you! Have the best day, you deserve it"

You slowly read all the other messages, from the likes of Charli, Jamie Oborne, John, Polly, Gabi and lots others.

"Ready for mine now?" He smiles excitedly and it makes you excited. He briefly leaves before coming back with way too many presents and a big card.

You open the card, revealing lots of pictures of the two of you, safe to say you immediately tear up, you open it and see paragraphs which makes you giggle.

"Is this going to make me cry Ross?" You ask and he laughs.

"Possibly...." He holds you tightly as you read his words.

"My love, I had to get this big card as I have a lot to say. Firstly, happy birthday my girl. I hope you have the best day because you truly deserve it. God knows you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, no words will ever be enough, no words will ever truly describe what you mean to me. You are my everything and I love you so much. You deserve the world and hopefully today I can bring you even half the happiness you bring me" he writes and it makes you cry, turning to find your lips.

He's then written his favorite memories of yours and his relationship so far, each makes you smile widely, and lots of kisses and hugs are shared.

You then spend the rest of the day with Ross, doing everything you love, eating everything you love and want to eat and Ross never leaves you side. In the evening he surprises you with all your friends, family and the guys coming round.

It's the perfect birthday.

Note: sorry this was a bit shit. I hope you've had the best day, just know how much you mean to me, I love you I

#the 1975 #ross macdonald #the 1975 fanfic #ross macdonald the 1975 #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald one shot #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald fan fic

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taz-ma-raz-skylar · 1 year ago

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All credits to Breaking Character for this interview, done MAY 25, 2021.

Inspired by Life: An interview with Taz Skylar and Ross Berkeley Simpson, writers of Warheads.

Centred around a young group of friends as they deal with the aftereffects of war, Tarek “Taz” Skylar and Ross Berkeley Simpson’s Warheads is an eye-opening exploration of the lasting impact warfare can have on people, even long after having returned to the safety of home.

Read our Q&A to discover how this emotional piece of theatre came together.

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Warheads is centred around a group of friends and how they each experience the effects of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) after two of them, Weppler and Morlock, return from war. What made you want to tell this story?

Taz: One of my childhood friends was a Spanish infantryman. He was a larger-than-life character who inspired me to write something about young soldiers. It was evident to me that the goal was never to do a biographical piece, as that would have entailed writing a three-hour verbatim play in Spanish. From the get-go, I wanted to capture the essence of my close friend and put it into a narrative structure that would highlight the struggles that young men in the armed forces go through. Because I was putting on the play in London, I thought it could be an interesting mix to combine that essence with urban London youth culture. And the result was Warheads.

Ross: I have no experience of the army nor urban London youth culture and so, as a writer, I found it quite thrilling to be immersed in a world that I didn’t know. My normal rule of thumb is to ‘write what you know’ – but knowing that Taz had the back-up knowledge of this world meant I could jump in, take it somewhere, and the piece would still retain its authenticity. It was this rare chance to write out of my comfort zone (and Taz’s enthusiasm for the piece) that made me want to be involved.

How did the collaborative writing process work?

Ross: We have to mention Laura Rollins here.

Taz: Yes!

Ross: Laura Rollins, the actor, is a good friend of mine. She introduced us.

Taz: Like many things with this show, angels were just watching over me and dropped the perfect collaborators from the sky. I had written a fair few drafts of the play and done read-throughs, but I’d never written anything before and was having some trouble with the structure for it. And coincidentally, I had just done a monologue slam in Birmingham, where Laura Rollins was a judge for it. We shared the same acting agent at the time.

Laura and I got chatting and I told her I was a writer and that I’d written a play and some pilots. We started to work together (Laura and I) on something else, which never really came to fruition, but in the interim, she introduced me to her friend Ross. She sent me a scene he’d written and I loved his writing. I thought we shared a very similar sensibility and we loosely started chatting about collaborating on something. I was still working on Warheads in the background at this point. I’d done workshops of it, devising sessions with actors read-throughs, you name it… I was hellbent on getting this play to where it needed to be. And one day I just thought I’d send it to Ross to have a look at it.

Ross: I read the original version of the play and my first thought was ‘this doesn’t need me’. In fact, I told Taz that I wouldn’t work on it because there was already a good play there. But then, in a video call, Taz explained exactly why he wasn’t happy: his intention had been to write something about the specific mental effects on the soldiers and this was mostly still missing, and he wasn’t happy with the plot construction.

I agreed to work on a new plot and also to do the research on PTSD and find a way to incorporate this more explicitly. Once I’d learned more about what the symptoms are (night terrors, paranoia etc) a new structure for the piece became clear. This started by introducing the therapist character, which then changed the way the play dealt with time and space, making the scenes choppier in both feel and time.

Taz: CLICK. I learnt so much from seeing the changes he’d made to the play. Then the play went into rehearsals and it changed another MILLION TIMES OVER, pushing the new structure further and further until the structure almost became a character in and of itself. We did a week of read-throughs with the original cast, led by our director, Toby Clarke. Hearing it out loud would shine light on what was still weak, which characters needed to be rounded off. The play still went on unnecessary tangents that needed cutting. The lead character’s arc needed to be rethought. The secondary characters needed stronger arcs. It needed light hearted moments to counterbalance the darkness that permeates the second half. So every day after the read-throughs, I would go home and work on new scenes to try out the next day. Funny scenes. Happy scenes. Bouncy scenes. And slot them in to the non-linear structure to make sure the play could justify its latter darkness with upfront humour. Then it changed even more during rehearsals. And finally, after opening night at the Bernie Grant Arts centre, Ross came to see the play and WE FINALLY MET IN PERSON.

Ross: Yup! We literally met for the first time on opening night. Before that it was a couple of video calls, phone calls and about 400 emails. And it wasn’t even lockdown.

Taz: That meeting was such an emotional moment because this play meant so much to me. He was so supportive and positive about what he’d seen on stage. He’d been in the dark about the play through the read-through and rehearsal stages, where lots of changes continued happening, and his trust never wavered a single bit.

Ross: Well, I wasn’t in the rehearsals so it would have been a bit rich to say ‘why didn’t you use my line there?’ Besides, the changes didn’t interfere with my plot work or the PTSD work I put through it, so to me the changes were entirely positive. I think Taz, the actors, director Toby Clarke and the sound designer did an amazing job making the script come to life.

Taz: This is RARE for writing partners. Too many times writing partners spend half their time arguing about contracts and artistic differences, but between Ross and I, none of that seemed to matter. We complemented each other perfectly and have never even argued once (fingers crossed it stays that way). And I think that’s because we were just very upfront with each other. From the get go, Ross just said…

Ross: “I’ll do a pass on the script… if you like it and use it, we share the credit, if you don’t like it, then just be honest, we part ways and happy days… we’ll find something else to work on.” And Taz said…

Taz: “That sounds fair to me. All I ask is that if ever

we disagree on something, I retain the right to break the tie.” He said…

Ross: “Cool.”

Taz: And I think that’s why we worked so well. Even now with other things I send his way or he sends my way, we act exactly the same. Say what we want or think upfront. Exchange an email detailing what we spoke about so that it’s written down somewhere and go from there.

Ross: It was a thrilling experience as a writer and I’ll be forever grateful to both Taz – for trusting me to move things around in the world he’d envisioned – and to Laura, for introducing us.

During the play, the two characters who aren’t in the armed forces, Tembe and Tena, are rehearsing lines for Tena’s performance in Shakespeare’s Coriolanus. What’s the significance of this play in particular?

Taz: First of all, Coriolanus is my favourite Shakespeare play. And second of all, I think it’s symbolic of many things in Warheads. Both of the lead characters are affected by war in two very different ways, and they oscillate between enemies and allies, eventually leading to the savage demise of one of them. A lot of the Coriolanus sensibilities were influential for the feel of the piece, although they may be incredibly subtle.

Can you talk a bit about the style of dialogue used throughout the piece and why it feels right for both the story and the characters?

Taz: Ever since I was little, I would rather listen to dialogue than music. Dialogue is a rhythmical, musical and poetic thing which, to me, is the difference between a great piece and a mediocre piece. So hopefully that’s evident. The lexicon however, if we’re referring to the “Bruv’s”, the “Init’s” and the “fam’s”, that was born out of me wanting to use urban, London youth culture in a story that didn’t involve drugs or gangs, because that’s all that language usually gets associated with. It was a way to connect to the audience that I wanted it to connect to, because they would feel like they knew the people on that stage.

Ross: When I was writing new dialogue I knew that Taz would have to go over it to make it sound more genuine for these characters. I don’t think I’ve ever said “fam” in my life. I just made sure that the dialogue that was needed for my plot strands was included and knew that he’d fix any inconsistencies. There were two exceptions: the therapist – whose voice I knew well, and Tembe, who felt somehow a lot like me. I thought it was hilarious when Tembe later developed into a gay character (without my input) and wondered whether some of my words had something to do with that shift.

Throughout the show, there are moments where the past and present overlap, playing with the audience’s perception of reality. Do you have any advice of how to approach this on stage?

Taz: Anchor the play with clarity to begin with, before you start messing with the audience. Try to keep it simple and then trust the audience.

So, the “anchor the play with clarity” bit refers to the fact that you need to make the audience feel safe and grounded before you start pulling the rug. If the play starts and we don’t know where we are to begin with, the effect will be lost when things actually do start to merge and muddle.

‘’Keep it simple’’, relates to the fact that since it can be innately confusing from the get-go, so the director and actors should do everything in their power to keep everything else as simple and clear as can be. The staging moves quickly from one place to another, so how that is going to be re-arranged should remain as logical as possible.

The other thing is the transition itself, where so much of a story can be told through physical theatre in the actual process of rearranging the set.

Now, when things do start to purposely get confusing, trust that you’ve built a clear enough foundation for the audience to go on the bumpy ride that the latter half of the piece takes them on.

The play offers a platform to openly discuss PTSD. More generally, is mental health a topic that you hope to explore through future projects?

Taz: Exploring mental health in young people — from a first-person perspective — in a way that my mum can enjoy, is pretty much the remit of everything I want to write.

Ross: We have already worked on a few things together since Warheads (who knows if we will get them out there) and mental health is at the heart of those pieces too. This may sound strange but I think, when you’re writing for any character, mental health is always something that goes into any piece.

If everyone in your script was doing OK and not dealing with anything in their lives then it would be a pretty boring script! Of course this doesn’t have to be as extreme as how we discuss PTSD in Warheads, but it is always there. I’ve recently finished writing a gay rights play which deals with the mental torture of having to stay in the closet (write what you know!), and whilst I wouldn’t say the character was clinically depressed, it definitely has an effect on the character’s mental health, so it was still a consideration. But of course you have to treat mental health very carefully and do your research. There are a few reviews online from audience members with PTSD who watched Warheads at Park Theatre, and they were very complimentary with how we handled it, and how accurate and realistic it was. We are so proud that the play was nominated for an Olivier — I am still over the moon! — but the fact that those sufferers said we nailed the depiction of PTSD is my proudest moment in the Warheads experience.

Taz: Ross and I have a great relationship and we will definitely write something together again. It may be about mental health or it may not. But as a topic it’s definitely something very close to my heart.

#taz skylar #warheads #interviews

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smaeemo · 6 months ago

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Order of events:

Had a freak out about the dentist

Opened ao3 and went “ACK” when I was jump scared by destiel fanfic

Went onto tiktok and watched like 10 Nara Smith videos

Kind of paid attention to this family guy episode

Now Im just chilling

#self care (?)

Sometimes I wonder if I could magically become an animated character and just jump into the tv. Ok thats such a lie, I totally have not imagined that until right now, but now I have a new thing to imagine. You know, like when you pay too much attention to the subtitles on accident, forget how to read, get really caught up in the fact that actors exist, you know that kinda stuff. But this one has like potential incentives. I almost just typed “potential inc*st” and I was giggling about it for like a nanosecond before I was like “Oh boy” and then changed it. Also, how tf do you censor stuff, like F*ck, F**k, F***, etc. Are there rules or is it like personal preference?? Ah, I just thought too much about words and like totally freaked out because I was like “How the f**k(?) do you spell thought” and then I just had a moment of reflection. Sitting alone in an apartment in a lawn chair watching family guy is peak brainrot. Honestly? I think brainrot is what makes life so interesting yk? Like how else will I stop the OCD? Therapy? Psshh (Jk im in therapy) (But you get the point). One time I had an interview with a new therapist and she was like “So what are your coping mechanisms?” and I sat there for like 2 minutes and just said “Family guy, sims 4, and Tumblr” and I will remember that moment forever because all she said was “better than drugs” and then I did not see her again. What a time to be alive. To be fair, I was in middle school. That’s not to say those coping mechanisms aren’t still alive and healthy, I have just added more to the bank (worse and better) (lol) (not lol) and I would not tell another therapist that because I found my embarassment somewhere along the way. Honestly? The best coping mechanisms I have found work, are like literally writing all of my bullsh*t (did I do it right?) thoughts onto paper, notes, google docs, or like tumblr (lol) and then I just sit here and stew in em for a bit. Poetry never worked for me, so like if you open up my “poetry journal” all you’d really find in there is just like “Today I had a panic attack, now I found that I am so scared of mountain lions” and then it ends in like “All in all, I am glady nickname isn’t marv,” Then after I write all of it, I’m like violently reality checked and just like “why am I on the floor, on tumblr, and crying” and then I get back up and watch family guy. Sometimes I just pretend Im doing a vlog and just start talking to myself. It’s like super embarassing to be caught “vlogging alone” because then you have to explain yourself and it always ends in either “omg yeah I do that too!” or “… anyways,” Oh god. I HATE ROSS GELLER. Sorry that just reminded me of that scene where Pheobe was sharing her horrifying trauma and it gets all quiet and R*ss (hahah) just goes “I think the word you are looking for is… anyways” and then proceeds to divert the attention. Also, everything about him PEEVES me. I’ve been rewatching friends as like an actual human being vs like a child, and oh my god. This is an EXPERIENCE. I would talk more about it, but like the music Im listening to just got so “vibey” that I need to listen to it and just process that I wrote an entire tumblr post that I will 100% forget about and then regret in like 20 min. But yk, gotta keep up the grind.

XOXO,

Leenya Green

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bonesandthebees · 2 years ago

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Since you recently answered three of my asks, I'm just gonna respond in a single ask because I don't want to crowd your inbox.

1. Ah, that's really cool that Phil likes Portrait so much. I love the rock sound to it. Every time I hear the opening chords, I always want to mix it with cmwyl because for some reason, I want to sing "i've never been a fan of the internet".

And I just watched the music video for Portrait today. It's so sick! Ted did an amazing job.

2. I listened to Katawaredoki, and it's so beautiful!

What are your other favorite movie/tv show soundtracks and/or composers? John Powell and his work on httyd will always be in my top. Sometimes soundtracks are just better than other music.

3. I finished songs of change! It's so good! I love the scene where Wilbur realized that his yearning for Phil and Techno's presence/company was not the instincts but purely himself. Ugh, this is why found family is my favorite. I honestly think it started with clinic.

And at the end when Wilbur and Schlatt still see each other on the seas! *chef's kiss*

That's really cool about the background OCs. I bet if you ever wrote a story/novel with original characters, it would be amazing because your characterization is so good! Though, I also understand the benefits of having characters already pre-made for you to just throw into different angst and fluff scenarios.

Thank you for answering the ask game! I love getting a different flavor of boba every time I go, so I'm always asking people on their favorites. I've sampled thai tea (tumblr, stop saying that I spelled it wrong) before, but never a full drink. Can't wait to try different combos!

Have a great day!

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yes the portrait video is SO good ted did so so good

oh yes finally I get to ramble about my favorite soundtracks. my top three movie composers (in no particular order) are

Trent Reznor and Atticuss Ross (they always work together on soundtracks so I'm counting them as one). My favorite soundtrack of theirs is the Gone Girl soundtrack but my second favorite is The Social Network soundtrack. Both have such distinct tones to them I love them so much

Ramin Djawadi who is obviously a very well-known composer since he did Game of Thrones. I haven't watched GoT but I have watched House of the Dragon and adored his soundtrack for it, but my favorite of his is actually the Westworld s1 soundtrack. It's so eerie and soft with dashes of fun jaunty western tunes at the same time it's such a unique sound.

and lastly, Nicholas Britell who is the genius behind the Succession soundtrack for all 4 seasons. The soundtrack for that show is so distinct with its blend of hip hop foundational elements (like an 808 beat) with heavy orchestra strings, and it's absolutely stunning. The title theme is amazing, but there are so many tracks I'd just listen to on loop if it didn't ruin my spotify wrapped

and ty I'm so glad you enjoyed songs of change!! yes I loved including that moment of it was never really the instincts it was just wilbur. I feel like it was a fun subversion on the way instincts work in a lot of fics in this fandom (no hate to other instinct-driven fics, I just wanted to do my own twist on it)

tysm I hope I can get the time + motivation to write more original stuff soon. I definitely haven't stretched my oc building muscles in a few years so hopefully I'm still decent at making my own characterization lol

I highly highly recommend thai tea. it's sooo good although the place you get it from really makes or breaks it. there was this pho place near my college campus I used to go to all the time, and that has always been my gold standard for thai tea it was so good there and I've never found any that hits just as much as that did

#ask #panda anon

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independentartistbuzz · 11 months ago

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Indie 5-0: 5Qs with Typical DIV AND SØ

Hailing from the vibrant Atlanta music scene, rapper Typical DiV and accomplished producer Sean O’Neil, professionally known as SØ, have revealed their highly anticipated collaborative project, "Sounds from the Sunroom." This musical venture, a culmination of over two years of unwavering dedication, marks a pivotal moment in DiV’s career as it signifies his first exclusive partnership with a producer for an entire album. Today, the duo presents the visually captivating video for “Look 4 Yourself,” a kaleidoscopic journey that captivates audiences from the very first frame.

In a candid statement shared on YouTube, DiV reflects on the significance of this release, labeling it his "4th-quarter drop ever." He emphasizes the project’s uniqueness, highlighting that it represents the first occasion where he has engaged in a comprehensive collaboration with a producer from the project’s inception to its completion. The evolution of the duo’s creative synergy is palpable, previously showcased in hit singles such as “Therapy Or A Bottle?” and “Safe Space,” both amassing nearly 200k Spotify streams and showcasing the duo’s dynamic chemistry.

At the core of "Sounds from the Sunroom" is Sean O’Neil’s meticulous craftsmanship, guiding listeners through a sonic odyssey shaped by his profound musical expertise. O’Neil, a sought-after beatmaker with credits including collaborations with industry heavyweights like Metro Boomin, Travis Scott, 21 Savage, and Kodak Black, leaves an indelible mark on each track. Noteworthy is his contribution to Metro’s platinum album, “Not All Heroes Wear Capes,” where he played pivotal roles in writing, producing, and recording the guitar on the track “No More.” We caught up with the dynamic duo below.

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How do you approach the selection of collaborators and guest features on your projects, and what value do they bring to your music?

Div - My rule is to do everything you can on your own as a vocalist. Push the song to be complete. Carry your weight and only when a guest feature can elevate the record do you open it up to additions.

Sean - For me, it’s about an artist’s sound and influences that inspires me to live in their world. I started producing by imitating, so it’s comfortable yet intimidating which is a great combination for creating something new and exciting.

Are there any specific influences, musical or otherwise, that played a significant role in shaping the direction of "Sounds from the Sunroom"?

Sean - 50 Cent, Eminem, Rick Ross, Snoop, Future and Drake have been some of my biggest influences through the years in hip-hop. “Therapy or a Bottle” is a great example of me crafting something that I could hear the “Maybach Music” tag on.

How do you view the current state of the hip-hop and rap genre, and how do you see your music contributing to its evolution?

Sean - I think it’s ever-evolving and it’s progressing in a way that is more interesting in this new “genre-less” streaming world.

Can you discuss the impact of live performances and audience interactions on your creative process and the development of your Sound?

Sean - Playing these songs out live will really inform us on what people gravitate towards. We’ve played a few shows where we’ve performed interpolations of the songs on the album and that’s been really fun. I’m really looking forward to breaking out my DJ Controller in 2024 and performing these records in a truer way.

Looking ahead, what can fans expect from you in terms of future projects, collaborations, and artistic endeavors?

Sean - Definitely more singles and albums together. This is just the beginning. We’ve got some great songs tucked away already.

#Youtube

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trueshredguitar · 1 year ago

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things about the hunger games movie i appreciate more as i age, as the film ages, and having read the ballad of songbirds and snakes:

in 2012 hollywood was in a bleak era for action movies where most movies that came out of it looked the same. we were in grey/teal/orange no-white-balance shakycam jump-cut hell for a long time — thg was not an exception to this. and i side-eyed it for not doing much of anything different. HOWEVER, coming back to it i think this is a rare example of the style actually working with the source material and the stylistic choices being justified rather than pushed onto a script because it was the look of the era. do i think it's perfect? no bc god there are so many scenes in this movie that look genuinely terrible thanks to Ultra-Cyan Color Grading™️! do i think i was harsh on it being too grey and shakycammy. yes.

james newton howard has a very light touch on the scoring and i think the man's very talented. i'm unsure how much of the movie being largely unscored is his choice and how much is gary ross's choice but kudos to both of them. and the sound department (for giving us the classic EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE) for letting digetic sound really shine through and make the movie that much more impactful

josh hutcherson looks like a BABY.

everyone except jennifer lawrence is perfectly cast. not a stinker among them except jennifer lawrence.

that being said the scene where katniss watches peeta confess his crush to caesar flickerman backstage and having a pall of rage form on her face was acted very well and it made me laugh lol

snow originally didn't appear for much time at all in THG, but got little additions in the movie adaptation, so seeing the little rose garden scenes between him and Seneca Crane had me like OUGH THAT'S MY UNHINGED LITTLE GUY. MY UNWELL BOY. and it does beg the question: how much did donald sutherland's performance here and in the other films end up informing what Snow's character would be for TBOSAS?

there is a lot a lot a lot from the trilogy that feels genuinely richer now that i've read TBOSAS. and the worry i had about it being an unnecessary addition; i am so glad it ended up unfounded.

the barnes & noble exclusive edition of TBOSAS has a q&a with suzanne collins at the end of it where she elaborates more on the epigraphs she includes at the beginning of the novel and i HIGHLY recommend people find the edition and read that q&a because not only does it very clearly state her intentions and inspirations for the novel and for Snow's character work but it also gives more context in the form of the classical philosophical literature collins used to write all four of the novels. and it makes going back to any of them that much more interesting because it gives me more to chew on.

watching the matter-of-factness that everyone reacts to all the facets of the hunger games and Capitol control has a lot more impact on and reality to me now after having seen the inception of a lot of those facets in tbosas

"have you ever been to the districts? ten, eleven, twelve?" "no" "i have." Oh I Bet You Have You Motherfucker

the final shot of THG being of Snow.

i live for a good dose of recontextualization in my media so being able to rewatch everything with basically completely fresh eyes has me salivating

taylor swift jumpscare in the credits but i kind of get it now. at least i get putting 2012 tswift onto the soundtrack.

things i HATE about the THG movie as i age:

CENTURY GOTHIC? YOU USED A FUCKING WINDOWS DEFAULT FONT FOR YOUR CREDITS AND OPENING TEXT? CENTURY GOTHIC?

#the hunger games

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lorenid · 2 years ago

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All Day

Genre: fluff, au

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: none

Summary: You keep Namjoon company as he buys and builds furniture for his new apartment.

A/N: Got this idea after his apartment tour on RM ‘All Day’ Part 1, the cozy vibes were immaculate and I can’t believe we got to see something so personal. It's my first time writing about BTS and I enjoyed it a lot tbh.

“Aww thanks, it brings me a lot of joy to pick up furniture. I feel like in another life I could’ve been an interior designer.” You look up at him giving him a sincere smile, he greets the entrance guard introducing him to you and alerting him that if he saw you he could let you in anytime you needed.

“I would have hired you in a heartbeat.” He responds with a cheeky smile that makes his eyes look like daggers into your soul. Keep looking back at you to check that you are alright carrying the lightest box he gave to you because you refused to be empty handed.

“You know what this reminds me off?” You keep climbing the stairs to the first floor to the destination because Joon, as you call him, refuses to use the elevator for such a short distance going on about conserving electricity in simple ways.

“Pivooooot!” You say elongating the o sound and giggling at your own joke. Imitating Ross during the iconic couch scene from Friends. As you make a turn to the last few steps and he reaccomodates the boxes tightly in his arms, the weight enough to see the flex of his arm muscles.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” He pretends to be Chandler waving his arms around for comedic effect, waiting for your reaction because he thought he could have offended you but on the contrary you were laughing and he relaxes saking his head in disbelief that he just did that.

“Didn’t expect you to be a fan of Friends.” You wait behind him as he opens the door and he extends his arm as a signal to pass him by welcoming you.

“Oh yeah, I must confess that I learned English thanks to that show.” You met him on a exchange program college reunion as you both are international students. The program helps you adapt to the new environment with the comradery and companionship between locals and the group that stays for at least a year.

“That’s amazing, I learned English by reading romance books. My bestfriend harassed me into watching it just so we could discuss the episodes and don’t miss out on the references.” What better way to learn a new language than to just enjoying your favorite hobby.

“She’s a good friend then, I would have done the same thing. Actually tried with my roomates, but they ignored my persistent request.” You could imagine him forcing his friends to watch the sitcom and them pretending to enjoy it in order to shut him up.

“Oh right, your 6 roomates you talked to me about. That must have been very chaotic, do you feel at peace or lonely leaving by yourself now?” He leaves his shoes by the front door and you do the same keeping your socks on for comfort.

“A little bit of both, they became my family really quick because we used to see each other more than my actual family. But yeah I can’t lie that sometimes I wanted to run for the hills when they were making too much noise and I wanted to study or sleep. Sometimes I felt like an older brother or the dad of the group.” You think about the similarities because you are the therapist/mom of your girl-friends, even though they are far away you still try to talk to at least one of them everyday.

“I bet they’re missing you even more, maybe they’re thinking of transferring here at least for a year just to follow you around.” His expression changed from deep in thought to a lighter mood when you tried to lift his spirits.

“As much as I love them, I hope not because all of us are so attached that if we don’t take our own paths we would stay like Peter Pan and refuse to grow up.” He chuckles sitting down on the couch and motioning for you to do the same, you tuck your tote bag to the side and turn to face him.

“But the important thing is that you can count on them at the end of the day.” You attempt to highlight the positive side of the situation, not wanting him to dwell on the feeling of fear of how many things were changing in his life including getting a new place to live.

“Exactly, and now I also have you.” He looks at you with tenderness, a strand of his parted hair brushing his eye and you realize that he squeezed your hand because you couldn’t stop feeling the butterflies in your stomach and all you can do it’s nod and smile.

“Honestly I don’t know why you said you needed my help, even the stacks of books look like pieces of art.” You deflect by looking around the living room where he has a black marble coffee table, a couch and a love seat. As you entered the area you noticed several paintings on his walls and sculptures on shelves by the tv.

“You’re far too kind, also I trust you, your taste and your judgement. I could’ve ended up buying something crazy.” You blush and felt special that after such a short time of knowing each other he could feel comfortable.

“I mean you did almost buy a swing that hangs from the ceiling just because it reminded you of a park you went to once.” You give him a judgy look.

“It reminds me of my childhood, I’m still a little tempted to get it.” He lifts his arms in surrender just like a kid would react, and that melted your heart.

“No please, no. It’s a safety hazard and you can’t afford to not getting your album finished.” You stand your ground and scold him jokingly because you knew how hard he was working on his upcoming project. More often than not you texted him about classes or activities around campus and he always responded at ungodly hours. You got concerned about his health and he reassured you that he was taking time to rest between his crazy schedule.

“That’s true, by the way you should visit the studio sometime so I can show you some samples. I think you’ll enjoy it.” He brought the boxes and sat down on the floor in front of the couch to open them, reaching for a remote control to put on some R&B background music.

“I’ll be honored to judge your work, think of my opinions as valuable as the trash you forgot to take out this morning.” You say sitting down across him and pointing out to the bags sitting by the front of his door that never made it downstairs.

“Hey, I was in a hurry because I had to meet you and I looked like a complete mess when I woke up. I already know which song will be your favorite and I bet it’s the one that musicians tell me its their favorite” If this is how he looks after rushing you couldn’t imagine how he would look dressed up, his fashion sense exceeds the expectation of every boy you have seen. His classic white t-shirt that had you hyperventilating when he rolled the sleeves a little, jeans with dark and light blue patches and forest green jacket that he left on the perch.

“Well maybe next time you should consider me as a taste tester, like they do with food, for your future shenanigans.” You wink just to tease him a little and he smirks.

You’re a bit of a perfectionist, correction, a lot of a perfectionist. You help Joon in arranging the different sets of tools and screws he needed to assemble a bookshelf and a desk. While he reads the instruction manual that looked more complicated than the Biochemistry test you took before finally getting your bachelor’s degree. You can’t help but stare at his focused gaze through the glasses he put on figuring out what the demonstrative drawings meant. He has this duality of looking very intellectual and attractive at the same time, any time you try to explain his appeal to your friends they thought you spent too much time reading romance novels and made him one of your fictional boyfriends.

“Could you hand me the screwdriver, please?” You spend a few minutes like that hands brushing every time and you swear that he’s doing it purposely. In between handing things to him you inspected the titles of his books. Reading the spines, careful not to mess up the order and placement.

“You can take out whichever you want, I can sense your curiosity from here.” He notices that your eyes light up like a kid opening the presents under the Christmas tree.

“Sorry, I love books so much and I’m impressed that you have this many.” You mumble apologizing but feel better seeing his proud expression after you give him praise.

“I keep buying them even though I have less time to read these days.” He sighs, shaking his head and his perfectly styled hair sways to the side which is a habit you find adorable but are too afraid to tell him that.

“Bookworm struggles, I can relate. Carl Jung?” You pick up the book rasing an eyebrow at him because you were surprised to find something related to your current field of study. But then again you don’t doubt that he likes to learn new things constantly like you.

“Oh yeah, I’m revising it for some lyrics I want to include in my music. I just realized that this is another thing you could help me with, come be my teacher for a day or two to learn a few psychology theories.” He is literally speaking your love language.

“Don’t tempt me into making a beautiful powerpoint just for you ‘cause you know I will enjoy it and have it ready by tomorrow.” Is it possible to be academically flirting or am I just lame? You wondered but he seems to like your eagerness.

Taking out the book you start pacing around the living room reading it, dancing to the rhythm of the sensual music as he whispers/sings to himself. As time passes you have to re-read a few lines because you start fantasizing about the friendship with Joon turning into something more. Imagining the two of you moving in together, playing house like right now, decorating the apartment for Christmas, getting a pet, making your famous holiday themed chocolate chip cookies…

“What?” You catch him staring at you through your peripheral vision.

“Nothing.” His dragon eyes turned soft and you’re taken aback by his shyness, he’s usually very straightforward, especially giving you compliments or teasing you because he gets excited about how you’ll react.

“Oh I almost forgot, I bought something for you! I guess it counts as a housewarming gift.” You stop in your tracks and head towards your tote bag where you have cleverly hidden it.

“You didn’t have to.” He says while finally finishing his building project and setting them in the space you cleared out for him after making a pseudo blueprint of the area with doodles and estimated measurements in a piece of paper.

“I know, but it reminded me of you so I had to get it.” Now you’re the one staring as he lifts the desk and bookshelf effortlessly.

“What’s that scent? It makes me feel a bit nostalgic and I love it, let me light it.” You hand him the forest green candle poured in a black ceramic vase and he immediately smells it, going to the kitchen and grabbing a match.

“It’s very common for this season, pine and wood.” You shrug like it’s nothing special but it truly reminds you of his grounded, calm and warm personality. He puts it down at the center of the coffee table.

“Come here.” He opens his arms for a hug that he knows you can’t refuse because you have admitted to him before that he gives the best ones. He wraps his arms around you, placing his hands on your lower back, your head pressed to his chest and your arms on his upper back, hands on his shoulders. He sways you side to side like you are waltz dancing to the slow beat and if you could you would stay there forever.

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scribble-dribble-writes · 2 years ago

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Chapter 14

“How is she?”, Val asked. The soft beep of the life monitor in the background breaking the monotonous silence, stale air engulfing her.

“She’s recovering but her vocal cords have been damaged in the crash.”, she watched the sleeping form of the scientist from the Atlantic base that was destroyed in the attack, lay still in front of her. Her neck held up in braces, tubes running all over her body, her eyes swollen, the only sign of life was her steady breathing. The doctor moved to check her vitals, the scientist stirred, coming to her senses. Her eyes widened, unable to turn to get a glimpse of the room, it had been as though she had awoken from a nightmare. The doctor eased her as the nurses rushed to her aid. She opened her mouth but instead of words, it was only strained breaths.

“You’ve been in an accident, Dr.Graham.”, the nurse settled her into the bed. She eased but her eyes landed on Val.

With her back held straight and her fingers placed over her knee to elude the notion of concern, the reason she was here for was for business and nothing more. No one else had survived, mostly because none of their bodies were found. The SWAT team had arrived to an empty research center, the vessel laying on the ocean floor and in the dark waters almost a mile away from the attack, they found her holding on to floating debris, barely alive.

“Ross told me about your accident. I had to make sure you were ok.”, she spoke kindly, a pleasant smile on her lips, Dr.Graham eased. She played nice when she wanted to, if in the end she got to win. The pawns on the board were always hers, no one ever sees her coming. Her victim's turn to stone, she was Medusa playing human, hiding her snakes into tightly curled hair with a streak of purple.

She waited, for the doctors to finish up and the nurses to be done with setting up the IV. She wanted the area to be cleared so she could then open her fangs. The room grew quite, Dr. Graham was beginning to doze off into a sleep. She needed to begin. “I cannot imagine how it must have been.”, she started, it woke her up. The scientist looked clueless.

“You know, when the engine reactor combusted causing the ship to sink or at least that’s what I read.”, she narrated. Coiling around her victim’s arm slowly to squeeze out the information she wanted. Confusion broke through the patient’s face. She shook her head ever so slightly, the terror in her eyes eluding to something that no one else knew. Val worked best in such scenes, where she was always the first to tamper with evidence.

“Is that not what happened?”, she leaned forward, her beady eyes fixed on her target. The scientist shook her head to confirm her suspicion. Dr. Graham grew nervous, Val could see she was beginning to feel queasy. She watched as she tried to say something but instead only strained her neck, closing her eyes tight in pain. This would not do. She cannot wait about hoping for her to get better. She had to know now, before anyone else could get to her about the story. Dr. Graham’s fingers twitched, as Val observed, she smiled, the scientist wanted to write.

She placed a pen in her hands and held a napkin underneath. The scientist began to scribble, she looked at the illegible script like watching a paper be printed.

The first sentence became clearer, “Not Wakandans”, Val’s heart beat quickened. She knew that information, there was another world power at play. “Blue people”, she scribbled the last word and Val grew irritated, all this wait for something irrelevant. The heart monitor grew louder, it’s beeps becoming faster. The pen dropped from Dr.Graham’s hand, her eyes displaying visceral fear as she went into a shock. Val scrunched up the napkin in her palm, shoving it into her pocket, as she jumped into the chaos. Slithering the scene to camouflage.

“Someone call the doctors, she’s going into shock.”, she called for help. Footsteps thundered down the hallway, as she slipped away in the scuffle. She watched through the glass as the pandemonium broke out, she clasped her hand over her mouth, tears in her eyes. No one can accuse a distressed woman. The nurse rolled in a defibrillator, setting the charge, the energy in the room crackling, running against time. The pads were placed on Dr. Graham's chest, first attempt. The shock was charged through, her body contorted upwards. Nothing.

Recharged, the beeps on the monitor now faint, second attempt. No reaction, a flat line and stunned silence. She turned away to take a seat in the corridor, just as the doctor emerged from the room. “Is she alright?”, she asked. “No ma’am, it was too late.”, the doctor responded. “No.”, she gasped and then the tears poured out. “We’re sorry for your loss.”, he spoke and moved away to fulfill his other duties.

She walked back to her car, her heels clicking on the pavement. She closed the door as she got in, encasing her in the vaccum of the vehicle. Flipping over the compact mirror, she wiped away her mascara stains and fixed her makeup. “What a waste of time.”, she spoke to herself. “Blue people? What is this a sci-fi movie?”, she picked up the crumpled piece of paper and shoved it inside the storage compartment when her cell phone chimed.

She picked up the call to hear the voice of a nervous man. “Director, we’ve incurred a problem.”, she heard him speak. “What is it now?”, her irritancy broke through as she reapplied her mascara. “Its Agent Ross.”, her hand froze. “What about him?”, she asked. “Well he’s escaped, ma’am.”, he sounded scared. Not of Ross but of her. “Have you found him?”, she spoke through her teeth, her hands clutching her phone. “No.”, he said slowly. “Clear out your desk, your support is no longer needed.”, she said coldly. “But I –

She cut the call. The only man who knew her well enough to know how she operated was now on the run. He’s going to see her coming and it is in his nature to put up a fight, like how he tried for his marriage to work and for the comfort of the kids. A sign of weakness she exploited well for a while but then it only grew endearing with no worthy outcome that benefitted her. She had to find him.

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stargazingcarol · 3 years ago

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THIS IS...

Pairing: Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x f!reader

Warnings: uh the way i have never seen triple frontier but i like Frankie and his besties so idc. This fic has bridgerton vibes or maybe i just see it that way bc i was listening to the soundtrack while writing. And reader is mentioned to have hair (her hair is put up in a pony tail at some point). Angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, Santiago García x reader for like the first scene or whatever, language, sexy thoughts.

Summary: Frankie is getting married and you may not be handling it very well. Santiago to the rescue.

Based on that FRIENDS episode where Ross says Rachel's name at the altar when he is marrying Emily. (I got the idea while watching that episode yesterday LOL).

Word count: so my phone doesn't say how many words the fic has but i estimate it's about 5-6k words. Enjoy lmao.

A/N: I've always wanted to write a fic like this. My imagines were mostly a sad ending but i felt like this idea was too good to not write it so here you go lol.

Sitting in the dark wasn't your normality. But you couldn't make yourself turn a lamp on or even at least a candle.

Silent tears ran down your cheeks but the worst of it had passed. At least until tomorrow, that is. You honestly didn't know how you would handle tomorrow.

You grabbed the invitation that was sent months ago when your hell started.

You're invited to:

Frankie Morales & Sarah McAll's wedding

You didn't read more, you already knew it by memory (sadly that is). You crumpled the invitation and threw it far away from you.

You gulped down more of your white wine and made a face of distaste. White wine was nasty. You honestly preferred juice with vodka or whatever.

The white wine was a gift from Benny, he was trying to cheer you up and you were cheered because: present, but you didn't like white wine at all. Or red wine for that matter.

He was just being nice and you were grateful.

Suddenly, you heard a knocking in your front door and you frowned.

"Coming" you burped right after this and snorted. Getting on your feet, you stumbled to your front door.

Opening the door to a frantic Santiago wasn't on your plans.

"Oh fuck, you're okay" he grabbed your face and kissed your forehead. He finally noticed the mess behind you. "Why is it so dark in here" He pushed past you and turned on the lights.

Santiago looked over at you and you winced at the sudden light.

"Pope, warn a girl." You tried walking normally to the sofa.

"What? Were you doing sexy stuff in the dark?" He snorted and really looked at you. The way you were having trouble stepping in front of you and he rolled his eyes.

"You kept drinking after your message, i see" He walked over to you and wrapped his hands around you. And walked you to your sofa. You both sat down and you frowned when his words finally sank.

"Message?"

"You sent me a voice mail an hour ago and i just saw it" he pulled out his phone, clicked on a few buttons and then your voice filled the air.

"Fuck, Santi, Pope, i love *hiccup* him so fucking much you have no idea he's my *sniffles* he's my *you burst out crying, loudly* World." The message ends and you cringe.

"That sounds nothing like me." You grab your wine and try to take a sip but Santiago covers the bottle's opening. The back of his hand touching your mouth. You grin and step back a little and say: "this is basically us making out" you laugh loudly and then stop, running to the bathroom to empty your stomach.

Meanwhile, Santiago goes to your fridge and pours a glass of water. He leaves it in the coffee table and go over to the bathroom.

You're sitting on the toilet with a small towel on your lips. When you hear the door creak you look up to see a kinda blurry Santiago.

"You look better" you mumble and he snorts.

"Wow, gracias" He says.

"No, that's not what I meant, i mean--"

"Hush" he says and grabs the towel from your hands, he feels it and it's wet with water thank fuck and not puke.

He cleans your mouth with it and you sigh, leaving him do whatever. You know he wouldn't hurt you. After putting the towel to dry, he grabs a scrunchie and grabs the ends of your hair and pulls it back in a pony tail.

"Come on" He offers his elbow and you grab unto him. He takes you back to the sofa and after you sit down, he starts cleaning up the mess you had made on the floor of the living room.

You're with your eyes closed with your head leaning back when you suddenly feel something. That something, is simply Santiago reading the crumped up invitation. You bite your lip and he, without looking at you, throws it in the trash.

Santiago knows about your love for Frankie. Unrequited love, it seems. But you also know about Pope's love for you. He has never said anything but you and Benny got drunk a year ago and he spilled Santiago's secret. A secret Benny felt so bad of telling, he made Will drive to your house at three am, way after you guys had parted for the night after some drinks and the love confession of a person that wasn't the one who, you know, wasn't in love with you. Whatever. And he made you swear to not say anything. With a dizzy mind, still trying to get over one of your friends being in love with you, you nodded.

It's been a year and you haven't said anything to Santiago. Normally, you talk about your feelings for Frankie, to Benny. But in your drunk stage you might have dialed for Santiago instead.

Santiago sits next to you and you notice your vision is getting better. He doesn't look as blurry as in the bathroom. You gulp. Santiago is looking at your turned off TV.

You both stay silent for what feels like hours but it's probably just a few minutes.

"You should sleep" he says and looks at his watch. "Big day tomorrow" At this, you can't help but pout. It's the drunk in you, really. "Or whatever" he says as an afterthought.

"I like the afterthought" You say with a small smile and you let him take you to bed.

****

The light was too bright in this church. You were the only loser with sunglasses in this place, and you could feel some old people giving you the side eye. Maybe wearing sunglasses at church was a devil kinda thing. You didn't know honestly.

"I don't know how I'm gonna get through this" Benny said next to you. And you looked over to see him take a small bottle of vodka, he started to open it and you grabbed it, took a huge gulp, leaving him with only a sip.

The bottle was back in his hands and he just stared at it.

"Bro" He said defeatedly.

You snort and then sigh loudly.

"The real person who doesn't know how they're gonna get through this is me, Benny. I may die." You say looking straight at a figure of Jesus.

"If u stop drinking you may live" He mumbles to himself but you hear him. His comment makes a half grin show up on your face.

"I'm not even drunk" you look over to him again. "At least not yet" shrugging, you feel a hand on your shoulder and you jump a little in your seat.

Benny's hand going to your thigh to calm you and when you look to your left, Santiago is there with a weird look on his face.

"Uh, Frankie wants to see you." He says looking at Benny but the words were directed to you. On the last second before he walks away he looks over at you and you know he can't really see your eyes but you see his and that's when you notice that this wedding is not only bad for you, but it's also taking a toll on him.

"I think he was talking to you" Benny says when Santiago walks away.

"He was" you get up and smooth your blue 50s era dress.

When you get to Frankie's door. You try to smooth the anxiety away. You start making the air exercises your therapist has told you about. Just when you're inhaling, the door opens and you see Will coming out.

"Fuck me, Will" You gasp and your hand clutches at your dress.

"Gladly" He smiles and you can't help but laugh out loud.

You purse your lips after your outburst and Will frowns at you.

"Why are you wearing glasses, weirdo." He grabs them and your hands were to late to stop him and he stares at you for a moment. Your eyes widened.

Will seems like he wants to say something but Frankie opens the door and cuts him off.

"Where's--" He notices you and his grin widens. You feel like you have never seen him smile as big as he is now doing, looking at you.

He grabs your hand and helps you get inside the little room.

When he closes the door, the air feels like it stepped away from your body completely. Your eyes are fixated on Frankie's collar and you notice the room is actually very small. You can barely walk in it, you try to take a step back and almost fall, but Frankie takes you by the waist and pulls you to him.

Once again the air feels tight and you finally look into Frankie's face. His face is adorned with facial hair and he has his reading glasses on. He says they're reading glasses but you KNOW he needs them, probably forever.

His eyes are a warm brown and you gulped down the saliva that had accumulated in your mouth.

Being this close to him was doing things to you, you could feel your whole body turn mushy against him but at the same time you felt electricity between the both of you.

Finally, Frankie's words seem to register in your mind. You hadn't even noticed he was talking.

"Do I look okay? I need your opinion. Can't get married without taking your opinion for it." His smile is nervous. And you wish you could kiss his nerves away. Your hands that were once on Frankie's waist, fall down to your sides and take your dress in your hands, holding tight. Trying to rid away the thought of kissing him randomly. Gosh, you love him so much.

You look behind you and move with your foot a gym bag and step away from Frankie. You give him a once over and you smile at his hands making a "well?" Gesture and you nod, biting your lip. "You look really good"

He releases a breath he was holding and you watch him walk and forth. The walk is not long because the room is very small and has a lot of things in the floor.

"I--I just, I'm ...nervous. I feel like what I'm doing is not what I...should...do." He finally looks at you and his eyes are pleading.

You clear your throat and grab his hand. Even with your gloves, you can feel the electricity between the two of you. Can he feel it? Probably not. And if he does...he probably thinks it's nothing.

"Do you love her?" You ask looking deeply into Frankie's eyes. He stammers and doesn't say anything. "Frankie, do you love her?" You ask again and he frowns.

"I think I do"

"You can't know; you have to feel it, Catfish. Just close your eyes." You grab his other hand, now holding both of his hands. "Visualize yourself at the altar" you say with your eyes also closed. "are you doing it?" You ask.

"Yes" he breathes and you take a peak and he has his eyes closed.

"Okay... Now the person you first imagine walking down the aisle is the person you truly love. It's okay if you imagine your mom first. It's just familiar love."

Frankie chuckles and then you continue: "Anyways but seriously, the person, that's not family, the first person you imagine, that's the one you truly, deeply, love and desire with all of your soul. Till death does you apart." Both you and Frankie open your eyes and you guys can't stop staring at one another. Daring it seems. Frankie is about to say something when someone knocks on the door and then just when the door opens you release Frankie's hands.

Will appears and you smile. You smooth out your dress and walk over to him, knowing already.

"It's time" he finally says and you nod.

Will walks away and you grab the door. You inhale, look behind, see that already Frankie is looking at you with what seems like a confused face.

"Good luck" you say before walking away.

***

You're not sure if what you heard is right. Frankie's words resonate all over your head like a melody, a melody that is going once, twice, thrice. Is that a word?

"...Y/N..." Frankie's words. Those were his words. He legit said that.

You repeat the whole scene in your head:

"Now repeat after me" the father says and Frankie nods even though he looks nervous. Sarah shoots him a confused look.

"I, Frankie Morales, take thee Sarah McAll as my lawfully wedded wife..." The father says.

Frankie blinks before repeating: "I, Frankie Morales, take thee Y/N..." he stops, frowns, then sees the look on his supposed to be wife, she seems hurt, and Frankie says: "No, uh, no--wait Yes--wait no. Fuck"

"No cursing please" the father says and Frankie shoots him a glare.

He finally takes in notice at the people around him. Everyone seems to be looking at him with their mouths opened. You, of all people, are looking at him strangely. Like you can't quite believe this is happening.

"Should we continue?" The father asks.

And just as Frankie says "Yes", Sarah says a rotund "No", firm.

Frankie pleads to her, grabs her hands but she steps away and then they walk away with everyone's eyes staring at them.

When Frankie and his supposed wife are gone, chatter begins all over the church. You, though, can't seem to utter a word. You feel someone's hand on yours and you look up with teary eyes over to Benny who is looking sympathetic. You can feel eyes on you, but you're trying to ignore. Keyword on trying.

Will's hand suddenly appears in front of Benny, and his giant hand opens to reveal a little bottle of vodka. You grab it and take a sip immediately.

"You're gonna get drunk" Benny whispers and you shoot him a glare.

"No, I'm not" you say, just as Will says: "No, she's not".

You look around, ignoring the glares thrown at you and try to see if Frankie reappeared. Should you talk to him? He did just say your name while he was trying to marry Sarah. What did that mean? Your hopes are not up though. You honestly don't think this means anything.

You notice, though, Santiago is not on his seat. He must have gone to tend to Frankie.

Fuck.

***

Frankie is walking back and forth in his tiny room. He almost falls and he kicks at a gym bag.

Sarah doesn't want to see him and he doesn't get why he said your name. He wasn't thinking of you. Or was he? His head is a mess.

Just then a knock sounds on his door and said door opens, revealing his best friend, Santiago.

"Pope, I--"

"It's okay Francisco. It was just mistake." Santiago says and he notices the way Frankie makes a face at the word mistake. "Or wasn't?..."

"I don't know" Frankie exhales and sits down on a chair. His head in his hands.

Santiago looks around the room, thinks about you and Frankie. His best friends. What's best for you and how the both of you could get there.

He finally sits down on the floor in front of Frankie and says: "What were you thinking?"

"What?" Frankie looks up with teary eyes, his mind thinking about so much all at the same time.

"Who where you thinking about when you saw Sarah walk across the aisle? You seemed...tormented" Santiago's hand squeezed Frankie's knee.

"I--I, don't know, I--"

"You do know" Santiago smiles and Frankie looks at him like he is crazy.

"I wasn't--Was I?--"

"Frankie you do get you're in love with Y/N right?"

Frankie's eyes widen. "Me? But how? How could I have never noticed?" He looks lost.

"It's okay Frankie. I always kinda knew you had a thing for her. I was always surprised though, how you never seemed to noticed it yourself." Santiago pats Frankie's knee and gets up. "Think about it. Think about it really hard. And then decide what to do." As he is walking out the door he stops and turns to Frankie. "It's okay. She loves you too." And walks away.

***

Wedding was cancelled. But the reception was not. Most of Sarah's family was gone and Frankie was nowhere to be seen.

You walked to the bathroom to retouch your mascara. You may have cried a bit. Not sure why. Well you kinda do, you feel like you ruined Frankie's big wedding.

The door opens to the bathroom and you see Frankie step in.

He looks, you don't know how to call it, sad but relieved? Maybe.

You put your mascara back to your purse and sigh. "I could've been peeing" you say and he smiles, almost as big as when you had gone to his room earlier.

He looks around and then stops at you. "It's a multi bathroom so i wouldn't have been able to see you"

"Right" you smile and turn over to him since you had been watching him from the mirror.

"Are you okay?" You finally ask after a minute staring at eachother.

"Yeah, I... I finally noticed something. Something that I hadn't been able to see for myself before." He walks over to you and your thighs tighten. Not sure why. Fuck, you just think him walking to you as slowly as he is, is really doing it for you.

He is smiling also. So lovingly at you, your breath catches in your throat when he finally stops right in front of you. You look up at him and he places his hand on your cheek.

"What is that?" You gulp.

"That I'm completely and crazy in love with you."

His words echoes all around the bathroom and you close your eyes as they fill with tears. You have no idea how many times you had imagined him saying that to you. In a beach, at a party, between your thighs. But never in a bathroom.

You chuckle and open your teary eyes. "do you really?"

Frankie frowns. His other hand cups your other cheek. "Of course. I've never been more certain of something, Y/N. When you told me to imagine someone walking down the aisle, the person that first came to mind, besides my mother..."

You laugh.

"...was you." He is looking at you with more love than he ever looked at Sarah. You feel bad for her for a moment. But then think: this is your moment. Enjoy it.

His eyes are so sincere you hold unto his shoulders as yours lips clash against him. Showing him all the love you feel for him. And have felt for years.

You love Frankie Morales, always and forever...

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #triple frontier fic #i legit dont know what else to tag this LOL

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anenbylittlepotato · 4 years ago

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After you finish your personal project, can I request headcanons for the brothers in om with an MC who, one day just goes up to them, showcase a Bob-Ross level painting to them and with a proud grin says "Praise me."

Sure thing, I can do that!

The Bros React to Artist MC Showing Them a Painting and Saying "Praise me."

Lucifer

He's sitting in his office working when you excitedly run in holding a canvas, facing you so he can't see it yet.

When he sees you, he looks up and raises an eyebrow.

"Hello, MC. Can I help you?"

You grin and turn the canvas around, it reveals a painting of a gorgeous landscape, worthy of Bob Ross himself. He's quite impressed by it.

Then you say, "Praise me," he can't help but chuckle a little.

He sighs and shakes his head.

"You want me to praise you? Alright. Good job."

He refuses to give you any more than that, just because of your audacity. Dick

Mammon

At one of the rare moments where Mammon isn't glued to you at the hip, he's sitting in his room, on his D.D.D. as he tries to work up another money-making scheme when you open the door and run over to him excitedly.

When he notices you, he glances up and grins.

"What's up, MC? Come to see the Great Mammon? Guess you can't stand to be away from me for long, can ya? Guess I can't really blame ya for that, huh?"

When you turn the canvas around to show him, he is s h o o k

How the fu-

He looks surprised when you say, "Praise me."

"Ya want me to praise ya? Well, ya did alright, I guess. But, just so ya know, I could have done better! Really! I could have! Hey, don't give me that look, MC, I'm bein' serious here!"

He continues finding mildly rude ways to praise you. And continues saying he could have done better, even though we all know he can barely draw stick figures.

Leviathan

He's in his room watching anime when you come and say the secret password to get into his room. You walk up to him excitedly, holding the canvas.

When he notices you just standing beside him and watching him, he looks up.

"Uhhh... M....C...? Did you just come in here to stand there and stare at me? Ugh, and normies call otakus weird."

When you turn the painting around to show him he's VERY impressed. Holy crap, MC!

Then, you say "Praise me," and he's shook.

"What? Do you really want a gross, yucky otaku like me to praise you? I- I mean it is really good! It's amazing, actually!"

He continues his self-deprecation spiel while still simultaneously complimenting your work. He also secretly wonders if he could get you to paint some of his favorite scenes in anime.

Satan

Satan's chilling in the library when you run up to him holding the canvas

When he notices you, he looks up and smiles at you softly.

"Oh hello, MC. What's that you've got there?"

You turn the canvas around to show him and his eyes widen slightly in surprise at the gorgeous painting.

He's jolted out of his little trance when you say, "Praise me." He can't help but laugh at that.

"You didn't strike me as the type to have an ego like that, MC. I can praise you if you want. It's a beautiful painting. You certainly did a good job."

He asks if you'd be willing to hang that up somewhere in the house so he can look at it from time to time. He really does like your painting and he certainly has an appreciation for the arts.

Asmodeus

Asmo is in his room painting his nails when you open the door and walk over to him.

He notices you when he finishes his last nail and looks up to smile at you sweetly.

"Hello, darling, how are you? Did you come to admire my beautiful face~?"

Then you turn the painting and he's very surprised- and impressed!

Then you say, "Praise me," and he giggles at your boldness.

"Aww, you are just so cute~! Do you need my validation that badly? Don't worry, darling, I would have praised you anyway! You're very talented and your painting is beautiful! Just like you- but not as beautiful as me of course!"

He continues to showers you with compliments and wonders if you could use those talents of yours to do makeup.

Beelzebub

He's busy rummaging through the fridge when you approach him holding your canvas.

He doesn't notice you until he pulls his head out of the fridge holding a tub of custard. He looks over at you, a little surprised.

"Oh. MC, I didn't see you there. Are you hungry too? Do you want to share some of this custard with me?"

When you turn the canvas around to show him, he blinks in surprise.

He opens his mouth, already about to compliment your work when you say, "Praise me." He lets out a small chuckle at that, giving you that puppy dog smile that makes your heart just melt.

"You didn't need to say that, MC, I would have praised you anyway. You did really good. You're so talented."

He then asks again if you want to share the custard and either way he'll sit down to eat. He's hungy boi.

Belphegor

Belphie's just waking from a nap in the attic when you run up to him excitedly.

He looks over at you as he stretches and yawns.

"Oh, hey, MC. I just woke up from a really great nap. You should join me next time."

When you show him your painting, he blinks a little. He didn't know you were an artist.

Then you say, "Praise me," and he just gives a lazy and shit-eating grin.

"Wow, I didn't think you were the type to beg for praise like that, MC. I mean it is pretty impressive, but now I feel inclined to do the exact opposite of what you said."

Bully >:( However, he does wonder if he could use your artistic ability to torment Lucifer. Hey, could you paint him some dumb pictures of Lucifer-

Haha, so fun story, the thing I wanna write is taking a lot longer than expected, so I'm just gonna go ahead and work on the requests I have. And I WON'T forget to add it to my masterlist this time.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me headcanons #obey me writing

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marvelmusing · 4 years ago

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Inseparable

Steve Rogers x GN!Reader

My Masterlist

You’ve been offering the Avengers legal advice for years. You helped them authorise their missions, and make sure they were protected from the government. In all your time working with them, you’ve never seen anything like the Accords.

“How’s it going?” Steve leans against the door frame of your office at the Avengers compound. You look up at him, the lamp beside you providing little light for you to see him properly. Sighing, you hold up the heavy document, as he sits beside you,

“I’ve highlighted everything I have an issue with.” Steve shifts closer to see the ridiculous amount of yellow highlighter as you flick through the pages. “As you can see it’s not looking great.”

“Thanks for reading through this, sweetheart. I really appreciate it.” You reach out and take his hand.

“Hey, it’s my job to protect you guys. You fight the bad guys. I make sure you keep your human rights.” You joke. Though after reading the Accords you realise it’s not too far from the truth. He gives you a small smile. You squeeze his hand gently. The news of Peggy’s death affected him much more than he let on. It breaks your heart to see him like this. “How’re you doing?” He sighs quietly.

“Not too bad.” You trace your thumb over his hand.

“When’s the funeral?”

“In two days.” You nod. The day of the Accords signing.

“I can come with you?” You offer, though it’s likely he’ll want to be alone. He shakes his head,

“You’re needed here.”

“Not if you need me.” He smiles at your insistence.

“Sam’s offered to come with me. I’ll be okay.” You nod, glad that Sam will be with him.

“I love you.” You whisper, as you pull his hand to your lips. He gives you another smile,

“Love you too.” You look down at the Accords.

“You don’t have to sign this, Steve. You can wait. Wait until I’ve made sure it’s safe, for everyone, to sign it. In the meantime you’ll just have to lay low. Be a little more domestic.” You smile at him softly, “We can have date night on Fridays, movie night on Saturdays, then we can have a roast on Sunday. You could try out some of your Ma’s old recipes.” He seems comforted by your suggestion.

“Is this a sneaky way of getting me to cook you dinner?” You smirk at him, glad he’s smiling more.

“Perhaps?” You rest your head against his shoulder, and he places a kiss against your forehead. “We’ll sort this out, my love.”

“Thank you, doll.”

You’re thinking of Steve when you’re in Vienna, when politicians mention how they wish he was there you agree with them. You do wish he was here. Though you know he’ll never sign the Accords as they are now. You stand at the back of the room, among the hoards of diplomats, assistants, and translators. Then the bomb goes off, and the chaos erupts. You soon find Natasha, and the two of you make it out. You both help with evac before finding out King Chaka is amongst the casualties. And that the main suspect for the bombing is the Winter Soldier. Bucky Barnes. Steve’s best friend. Natasha goes to sit with Prince T’Challa. You decide to take a walk along the street, to clear your head. You look down at your phone, seeing Steve’s name flash up on the screen. You answer quickly,

“Hey.”

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was near the back, so I got lucky.” You hear Steve breathe a sigh of relief, in the background of the call you hear a police siren. You hear the same siren as the car pulls up across the street from you. You stand up, looking around for Steve. You can’t spot him. “I know you’ll want to find Bucky. But please, stay home. I can sort this out.”

“You saying you’ll arrest me?”

“No. I won’t. But someone will. We said we’d lay low after the signing. You’re not going to are you?”

“Doll, if he’s this far gone. I should be the one to bring him in.”

“Steve. Stay safe, please.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Rogers.” You hear him hang up. You look around, hoping to see him somewhere. No sign of him. You sigh, hoping he won’t do anything drastic.

Then you find out Steve’s been arrested. Along with Sam, Bucky, and King T’Challa. So you head to the Task Force Headquarters in Berlin. You watch as they bring Bucky in, locked in a large metal cell. You frown in annoyance. You head towards the black van that’s just parked up. The door is opened and Steve gets out, with Sam, and T’Challa behind him. You stand next to Agent Carter and Agent Ross, a large number of soldiers surrounding the area. Steve looks towards Bucky before turning his gaze to you.

“What’s gonna happen?” He asks as he strides towards your group.

“Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation, and extradition.” You frown at Ross.

“This is Everett Ross,” you introduce him. “Deputy Task Force Commander.”

“What about a lawyer?” Steve asks. Ross smiles,

“A lawyer, that’s funny.”

“I’m working on it.” You tell Steve. Ross gives you a hard stare, which you return.

“Agent Carter, see their weapons are placed in a lockup. We’ll write you a receipt.”

“I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that.” Sam comments as the group follows Ross. You stay close to Steve’s side, as he glances back at Bucky. Bucky’s eyes meet Steve’s then glance to you momentarily. He looks almost resigned to his fate. You take a breath before calling out to Ross,

“Why isn’t Sergeant Barnes with the rest of the group?” He laughs quietly,

“You’re kidding?” You shake your head at him. “You’re asking why one of the world's deadliest assassins isn’t walking next to us?”

“The Winter Soldier is one of the world’s most deadly assassins. Sergeant Barnes is America’s longest serving prisoner of war. If this is the respect you give our veterans you should be ashamed of yourself.” Ross isn’t laughing anymore.

“He blew up the UN.”

“Innocent until proven guilty.” You counter. “What proof do you have that he did it?”

“He was photographed at the scene.”

“One grainy photograph is hardly substantial evidence, Commander.” He sighs, knowing that you won’t drop this,

“I’m not the one you should be taking this up with.”

“Who is then?” He gestures towards the glass windows of the office you’re approaching. Where Tony is standing, talking on the phone. After a brief exchange between your groups, Steve sits in one office with Tony. Whilst you stay with Sam and Nat in another office nearby. You look over to Steve as he and Tony talk. It doesn’t take long before their voices are raised at one another. Steve soon heads out and joins you and Sam. Nat goes to stand with Tony whilst the UN psychologist talks with Bucky. You press a button on the intercom which allows you to hear what’s going on. Steve looks down at the photograph taken of Bucky, supposedly when he was in Vienna.

“Why would the Task Force release this photo of him anyway?” Sharon tries to justify it. You have an awful fear that something’s about to happen. Then the power goes out. You tell Steve where they’re holding Bucky, and with that Steve and Sam rush off. You don’t know at the time, but that’s the last time you see Steve for some time.

He gives you one call. He explains that he’s still in Berlin. That he has to go to Siberia, to stop the doctor from releasing the Winter Soldiers. You tell him you understand, you know he has to do this. He tells you to take care of yourself. You tell him to be safe. That you love him. He loves you back. You hear about the fight at the airport. That Sam, Clint, Wanda, and Scott have been arrested and sent to the Raft. Secretary Ross ignores your demands to see them. You hope that, wherever Steve and Bucky are, they’re safe. Then you see Tony. He seems uncomfortable around you. Like he’s seeing Steve everytime he looks at you, and when that thought crosses his mind, he seems guilty. Like he hasn’t told you something.

Months go by. You don’t hear from Steve at all. Random government agents keep stopping by your apartment to ask you about Steve. It makes you consider leaving, going somewhere else, away from everything that’s happened. But you stay, in the hope that it’ll help Steve find you. One morning you’re woken up by someone hammering at your door. You pull yourself out of bed, and head to the door. It’s some more government agents. They seem new to the game, their threats are half hearted and once you recite all the laws they’d be breaking if they entered your apartment they soon lose their mojo.

“Listen, I have no idea where Captain Rogers is. I assure you, if he happens to swing by, you will be the first to know.” Like hell you’d tell them. They see that you’re not budging, say their goodbyes and leave. It’s not even half an hour until there’s another knock at your door. Granted it’s more gentle than your morning wake up, but it still grates at your nerves. You head to the door, calling out, “For the last Goddamn time, I have no idea where Steve,” you pull open your door. “Rogers is.” You whisper out the last part, shocked by the sight in front of you. It’s him. It’s Steve. You throw yourself into his arms, pulling inside the apartment. He breathes your name against your neck, holding you as close as possible. He pulls back, cupping your face in his hands, looking you up and down.

“Are you alright?” He asks. You laugh a little,

“Am I alright? Steve, what happened to you? I heard Tony say you fought, nobody told me what happened. I feared the worst.”

“I’m okay, I promise. I’m so sorry for leaving you.” You shake your head,

“You did what you had to do. It’s okay, my love.” He nods, pulling you close again.

“I broke our friends out of the Raft.” You look up at him. You know he’d never leave them to pay for standing with him. You nod,

“Bucky?”

“He’s safe.”

“Good.” He squeezes your waist, wanting you closer than ever. He sighs,

“I know you wanted to fix this. I’m sorry, doll. But I don’t see how we can work this out legally anymore.” You shake your head,

“We can’t. That doesn’t matter to me anymore. As long as I have you, that’s all that matters to me.” He sighs,

“I’ll be running from the law now. I’ll let you know how I am when I can. I-” You pull away from him, frowning. You head to your kitchen. “Sweetheart, I know it’s not ideal-” You reach into the cupboard under the sink and pull out the emergency bag you kept hidden there.

“I’m coming with you.” You turn back to him as his eyes widen in surprise.

“It’ll be dangerous.”

“I know. But you’re not leaving me here.” He knows that look on your face. There’s nothing you can’t argue your way out of. He smiles at you,

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”

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4stars-uswnt · 4 years ago

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Home Is Wherever I’m With You [Christen Press x Reader]

requested by anon: Hey, there just want to drop of this prompt in case you feel like writing it. Reader got home after a few months being away from CP because of the quarantine, maybe a moment of CP confronting R that she’s jealous of R’s teammate that got to lockdown together. Thanks.

A/N: after a week break (for the election and other stresses of life) (and technically i haven’t written in like three weeks bc of life and school), we’re BACK! hope y’all like this one :) and as always, feedback is more than welcome!! anyways, back to your regularly scheduled programming...

“Hey, baby, I’m home,” you call out, as you enter the LA apartment you shared with your girlfriend, closing the door behind you, “fucking finally.” You mumble under your breath, as you drop your bags onto the floor.

“(Y/N)!” Christen runs from the bedroom upon hearing your voice, but before she can crash into you for a long-awaited hug, you put up your hands to stop her.

“Woah, Chris,” you almost falter at the sight of her pout, “I just got off a plane and came from the airport. I need to shower and get all these yucky germs off me.” You smell your shirt and make a face to exaggerate your point.

“But I missed you.” Christen pouts, and you give her a sympathetic smile.

“I missed you too, babe, but I just wanna be extra safe. Can’t have you getting sick or anything like that.” You wink, as you make your way to the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Blowing her a kiss, you disappear down the hallway.

Christen sinks down into the couch, letting out a frustrated groan. If the forward was being honest with herself, she more than missed you; she was jealous. Although she knew that you loved her and only her and the two of you had been dating for almost two years, Christen couldn’t help the green-eyed monster from taking over when she constantly saw you on Sofia Huerta’s instagram.

The past two months, you had to quarantine in Seattle and stay in your apartment that you shared with Sofia during the season, while waiting for COVID to settle down enough for you to travel. During that time, you and Sofia spent a lot of time together, doing anything to keep you entertained.

Unfortunately for you, Sofia had often posted on her Instagram story photos and videos of your activities, whether it be a movie night or a bike around Discovery Park, leading to a very annoyed Christen Press.

It wasn’t that Christen was jealous in the sense that she thought there was something going on between you and the midfielder, more so that she was jealous that it was Sofia that got to spend time doing all that fun stuff with you rather than her.

Too caught up in her thoughts, Christen didn’t notice you plop down next to her. “You there?”

“Hmm,” she turns to face you, “yeah, yeah, just got lost in thought.”

“Well, now that I’m all clean,” you smirk, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, as you move to straddle your girlfriend, “I thought we could make up for some lost time.”

“I like the sound of that.” Christen leans in closer to connect your lips.

—————

The next morning, after a long uneventful night, you woke up in your own bed next to your girlfriend for the first time in months. Turning over, you smile and admire the sleeping woman next to you. Wanting to do something somewhat romantic, you silently slip out of bed, careful not to wake your girlfriend, and head to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

As you were fixing up some coffee and healthy yogurt, oats, and chia seeds (or whatever healthy stuff your girlfriend puts in her breakfast), Christen was groggily waking up. Rolling over, she reaches out to the other side of the bed, expecting to find your warm body, only to be disappointed with cold sheets. Christen rubs her eyes and sits up, but before she could call out to you, you enter the bedroom, carrying a tray with two bowls and a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You smile, leaning down to give your girlfriend a peck. “Brought you some breakfast in bed.”

“Thanks, babe.” Christen’s heart melted, as she looks to see what you made. “Aw, and you even made my favorite.”

“Yup.” You playfully boast and wink. “Your favorite for my favorite.”

Your girlfriend can’t help but giggle at your cheesiness. “Well, thank you. I appreciate it, love.”

Right as you go to take a bite, Christen grabs your wrist. “Wait.”

“Whatttttt?” You whine like a child.

“Lemme take a photo.” She explains gently, ignoring your antics.

You roll your eyes, as she takes a photo of your bowls and posts it to her Instagram story:

The two of you spend the rest of the morning in bed, eating breakfast, giggling, catching up, and just enjoying each other’s much missed presence.

—————

Later that afternoon, as the two of you were doing your separate tasks, Christen preoccupied with re-inc and you with your article for the tribune, you finish typing your thought and shut your laptop. You get up from the sofa and approach your girlfriend, who’s sitting at the kitchen counter, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder.

“You almost done?”

“Almost.” Christen hums, smiling slightly, as you kiss her shoulder and then her neck, making your way up to her cheek.

“I’m bored.”

Christen finishes writing her email and then turns around to face you. “Well, what do you wanna do?”

“You’re done?” You ask, feeling slightly guilty from pulling her away from her work, knowing she had more to do.

“I can be, if you offer up a better alternative.” Christen teases.

“Oh, I definitely have something better to offer.” You smirk and bring her in for a deep kiss. You immediately swipe your tongue on her bottom lip, asking for an entrance, which the green-eyed woman grants. Your mouths move in a perfect harmony, like a well-rehearsed dance. As you kiss down her throat, Christen lets out a sigh.

“Yeah,” she breaths, “this is definitely better.”

“Yeah?” You mumble into her neck.

“Mhmm.”

“Well then,” you pull your head out of the crook of her neck, “you’re just gonna have to wait till later because I found this Bob Ross tutorial that we’re gonna do.” You exclaim giddily, and you give Christen’s nose a quick kiss.

“Really, (Y/N)?” She calls out after you, as you go to get the supplies, slightly riled up. But when you come back, balancing canvases in one hand and paints and brushes in the other, Christen completely forgets about her frustration, as she sees your enthusiastic smile.

“C’mon, Chris.” You nod your head for her to follow you into the dining area. “And bring some wine too!”

Christen laughs, shaking her head, but grabs a bottle of rosé and two glasses.

“So what scene are we painting?”

“‘Island in the Wilderness.’” You scroll through YouTube until clicking on the video.

“Sounds hard.” Christen states hesitantly, as she pours some wine for the both of you.

“Eh, it probably is, but that’s the fun of it.” You shrug, thanking her, as she hands you your glass.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

While you’re setting up the canvases on easels and open up the necessary paints, Christen quickly pulls out her phone to take a picture of the set up, once again adding it to her story:

“Ready?” You turn to your girlfriend, about to start the video. Christen nods and picks up one of the brushes.

About 10 minutes into the tutorial, you lean back into your chair, frustrated by the difficulty of the painting.

“Ugh! This is so hard.” You set your brush down, replacing it with your glass of wine. “How does Bob make it look so easy? Mine looks nothing like his, or even yours.” Pouting, you gesture to Christen’s piece, which unfairly looks quite similar to the video’s.

Your girlfriend just chuckles at you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, hoping to placate you. “(Y/N/N), yours is looking great.”

“You have to say that. You’re my girlfriend.” You huff jokingly.

Christen ignores you and continues to watch Bob paint some trees just by flicking his brush back and forth.

Having given up on your own painting, you sit back and watch your girlfriend gracefully paint. You soon become bored, Bob Ross’s soothing voice almost putting you to sleep, so you grab one of your brushes. Reaching out, you poke Christen’s cheek, dotting blue paint across the side of her face.

Her jaw drops, and she turns to face you, as you have to stifle your laughter.

“You did not just do that.” She glares at you, readying her own brush, and before you know it, you have a stripe of green paint down your nose.

You raise your eyebrows at your girlfriend and then narrow your eyes. “Oh, it is so on.” You reach out in front of you and dip your hands in paint, and you see Christen out of the corner of your eye doing the same.

Before she could prepare herself, you’re smearing paint up and down her arms.

“Hey!” Christen shouts. “That’s not fair. I wasn’t ready.”

“All is fair in love and war.” You cheekily smirk.

“Alright, if you wanna play that way…” Christen trails off, as she cups your cheeks with her painted hands, squishing them together, effectively rubbing paint all over your face. “There you go, love.”

“That’s it. You are so getting it.” You wipe your mouth, where some paint had gotten.

Christen squeals and goes to run away, causing you to chase after her. Catching up to her, which is no easy task, fortunately for you, the forward had been wearing socks, you wrap your arms around her waist and pick her up. You nuzzle your nose in the crook of her neck, effectively spreading the paint.

“(Y/N), my clothes!” Your girlfriend exclaims in between laughs.

“It’ll wash out. And if not, I’m pretty sure you have like at least ten other shirts just like that.” You set the other woman back down on the floor, and she turns to wrap her arms around your neck.

“I love you, (Y/N).” She says with a giant grin on her face.

“I love you too, Christen.” You rubs your nose against hers, snorting when you see paint end up on her nose. “You’re more beautiful than any art piece.”

Christen giggles and brings you in for a sweet kiss. Pulling away, she backs away from you, slowly turning around to head to down the hallway.

“I think I could use a shower now.” Christen reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Looking over her shoulder, she throws you a wink, as she unclips her bra. “You coming?”

Your eyes widen at the sight of the smooth skin of your girlfriend’s back. Shaking your head, you knock yourself out of your stupor and eagerly follow Christen into the bathroom, almost tripping on your own two feet.

—————

About twenty minutes later, the two of you are clean, having gotten rid of nearly all the paint off your bodies. As you’re going to get dressed, you notice Christen changing into a pair of sweat shorts.

“Babe, you might wanna change into something a little warmer.”

“What? Why?” Christen furrows her eyebrows, tilting her head in confusion. “What’s wrong with my shorts?”

“You mean besides the fact that they’re mine?” You tease, earning a blush from your girlfriend. “We’re going out.” You tell her succinctly.

“What? Where?”

“It’s a surprise.” You pull on a pair of loose jeans and slip on a warm sweater.

“Well, will you at least tell me what to wear?” Christen prods.

“Wear some layers. It might get cold.” You give her a quick kiss before heading into the kitchen to prepare your surprise, leaving your girlfriend absolutely clueless and struggling to pick out some clothes.

While Christen was fussing over her outfit, you quickly put together some fruit, and some cheese and crackers into a picnic basket, along with the bottle of rosé, two glasses, and a blanket. Scanning the apartment, you quickly thought of what else you needed. You snatch two of the pillows from the couch and stuff them in another bag.

'What else? Is that everything?’ You think to yourself. ‘Flowers, definitely need some flowers!’

You grab the basket and the bag with the pillows and head to the front door. “Chris, I’m gonna go pick up the mail!” While that was only partly true, as the mail had definitely been sitting in your box all day, you were also gonna go put these bags in your car and pick some flowers on the way out.

“Okay, thanks, babe!” She yells back from the bedroom. With that, you kick the door shut behind you and head down to the garage.

After having picking some flowers from the shared garden at the front of your apartment building, putting everything in the trunk, and grabbing the mail, you reenter your apartment.

“What took so long?” Christen asks with no malice in her voice.

You look up from the mail, and your breath hitches. Your girlfriend was wearing a simple outfit, a pair of light-washed jeans and a sherpa quarter zip, and her curly hair was in a half-up-half-down bun. While it may be simple, her beauty never failed to take your breath away.

“(Y/N)?” She pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry,” you shake your head, “I ran into Jerry, and he wanted to know, and I quote, ‘where the hell’ I’ve been.”

Christen chuckles. “Of course he did.”

Jerry was the doorman and was very excited when he found at that Christen Press and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) would be living in the building, as he was a huge fan of women’s soccer.

“So, you ready?” You reach out to take your girlfriend’s hand.

“Yup.” She squeezes your hand. “You still not gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.” You quip. “You’ll just have to be patient, my love.”

“Fine.” Christen pouts, and you kiss her cheek, wiping the frown off her face.

—————

It was about a fifteen minute drive to the beach from your apartment, and when Christen recognized the familiar route, she piped up.

“We’re going to the beach?”

“Mhmm.” You hum. “You’re too smart for your own good, Press.”

“That’s what happens when you go to Stanford.” Christen teases, knowing your distain towards the school, you yourself having gone to Cal.

“Whatever.” You mumble under your breath, earning a small giggle from the other woman.

You park the car and race around to open Christen’s door for her. “M’lady.” You say with a fake posh British accent, as you hold your hand out for her to take.

“Why thank you.” She blushes, responding with her own accent.

As you open the trunk and pull out the things for your picnic, Christen’s eyes soften and feels her whole body flush with a warmth she could only describe as love.

“(Y/N/N),” she gasps, “what is all of this for?”

Closing the trunk, you give her a goofy grin. “What? I have to have a reason to spoil my girlfriend and take her on a romantic picnic on the beach?”

“I mean— no.” Christen’s cheeks tint pink.

“That’s what I thought.” You throw her a wink. “Now, c’mon, this food won’t eat itself!”

The two of you make your way down onto the beach, finding the perfect spot where there weren’t very many people. After you finish setting up the blanket and pillows and unpack the picnic basket, Christen snaps a photo of the serene setting, as the sun is almost setting.

“Chris, come join me!” You wave over your girlfriend, who notices that you’re now sitting on the blanket, snacking on some grapes.

The forward slips off her shoes and takes a seat next to you, sinking her toes in the sand.

“This is amazing, (Y/N).” Christen intertwines your fingers and kisses the back of your hand. “Thank you for this, and this entire day really. I don’t know what I did to deserve it.”

“Just being you, Chris. You deserve the world.” You smile softly. “Annnddd, I figured since we’ve been apart for so long, this was the least I could do.”

“Well, thank you, again.”

You lean in to give her a sweet kiss. “Anytime, babe.” And Christen could tell by your voice, and just from knowing you, that you truly did mean any time, that you would do anything for her because she would do anything for you.

Watching the sunset, the two of you snack on the food and sip on the wine you’d brought, conversing about plans for the holidays and the upcoming Olympics.

At the break of your conversations, as you sit in silence, watching the waves crash and the last rays of sun reflect across the water, you feel your phone buzz. Checking the screen, you see it’s a text from Megan, and you chuckle in amusement but also in confusion.

“Chris, do you know why Pinoe texted me saying: ‘Thanks for making me look bad with all your romantic gestures. Now Sue is badgering me, asking why I never do stuff like that for her.’?”

“Um, I have no idea.” Christen looks down, suddenly finding the sand incredibly interesting.

“Hmm, okay.” You eye your girlfriend suspiciously, as you text your teammate back, asking her what she’s talking about. Seconds later, you get a response telling you to check Christen’s Instagram story. Opening the app, you click on your girlfriend’s posts and notice she’s documented the activities throughout your day, from breakfast in bed to painting Bob Ross to your romantic picnic.

Looking up from your phone, you turn to Christen and see she’s still fiddling with the grains of sand.

“Chris?” You gently coax. “Is this what Pinoe was talking about?”

She nods, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no,” you grab her hands, guiding her to look at you, “I’m not mad at you, baby, not at all.”

You weren’t angry or upset with her for posting those pictures, as your relationship wasn’t a secret to anybody, but you knew this wasn’t like Christen at all. You knew your girlfriend was a very private person, not one to post or flaunt your relationship on social media, and you respected her decisions and boundaries, being a somewhat conserved person as well.

“I’m just surprised, that’s all.” You continue, gently brushing a loose hair out of her face. “What brought this on?”

Christen murmurs something under her breath.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.”

She takes a deep breath and repeats herself. “I wanted to show everyone that you’re mine. I know it’s stupid, but I was a jealous of Sofia and how you two got to spend so much time together. And I know that you would never ever cheat on me, I know that, (Y/N), but it just sucked that I couldn’t be with you for the past two months, so I just wanted to show people that—“

You bring your girlfriend’s face closer to yours and kiss her, cutting off her rambling. Leaning your forehead against hers, you look deeply into her eyes.

“I love you, Christen. And being away from you for these past two months absolutely sucked because you’re my home, Chris, as cheesy as that sounds it’s true. I’m sorry if I did anything to make you feel like I was ignoring you by spending time with Sofia. I love you and only you.”

Christen shakes her head. “No, (Y/N), you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I was just frustrated by this whole pandemic and not being able to spend time with you.”

“Me too, Chris, me too.” You pepper her face with kisses, causing her to throw her head back giggling.

“And I’m sorry if me posting stuff from our day made you uncomfortable.” Christen apologizes sincerely, before nudging you with a slight smirk on her face. “I just wanted to show off my amazing romantic girlfriend to the world.”

You let out a hearty laugh. “I don’t mind being shown off, babe, not at all.”

“Good, because I plan on doing it for a long time. You’re stuck with me.” She sticks out her tongue at you, earning a fond smile.

“Lucky me.”

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lbigreyhound13 · 4 years ago

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No More Secrets

By @lbigreyhound13 for @peer-parker

Rating: K+

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Happy Hogan

Characters: Peter, Tony, Happy

Summary: He was just about to leave when…he heard a car approaching the wreckage…followed by many cars. It was definitely the cops and Tony’s clean-up crew coming to investigate, and then…he quickly realized that he was out in the open without his mask and an enemy who quickly figured out who he was. He needed to get out of there. He tested his old web-shooters to see if there was anything left…but he was all out. He mentally kicked himself for not having enough to get out of there, and he couldn’t let anyone see him…let anyone figure out that Spider-Man was Peter Parker. There was no telling what would happen, especially if Tony found out. That made me more nervous at the idea of his beloved mentor finding out that he was Spider-Man.

After Peter manages to defeat the Vulture, he is about to leave, but can't when his web-shooters ran low on web fluid. What happens when Happy comes onto the scene...completely unaware that Peter, Tony's intern is actually Spider-Man?

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Prompt: AU where Peter is Tony's intern and doesn't know he is Spider-Man. Tony and Peter have a father-son bond as mentor and mentee, whereas Spider-Man and Iron Man fight side by side. Main plot point I'm looking for in the fic-- the (perhaps angsty) reveal of secret identity

Peter breathed heavily as he walked through the wreckage, and his ears were ringing. Pain coursed through his body as he limped and carried Adrien Toomes, the Vulture, away from the wreckage…after his wings exploded. The fire crackled around them from the wreckage of Tony’s plane, and the smoke burned his nostrils. The heat was close to unbearable, but that was the least of his concerns. All he could focus on was the fact that his Homecoming date’s father was the Vulture, a weapons smuggler and that he had just attempted to steal his mentor and…father-figure, Tony Stark’s plane that contained the Avengers’ advanced weapons to smuggle them to terrorists. Thankfully, he managed to stop the Vulture from doing just that and save his life from his malfunctioning suit, but…unfortunately, it resulted in Tony’s plane crashing on the beach of Coney Island.

As relieved as he was that he was able to save Liz’s dad from certain death, he felt horrible knowing that he destroyed his mentor’s plane, and there was no doubt that the weapons were damaged and maybe even destroyed as well. Tony was already angry with Spider-Man for not following direct orders to stay away from anything regarding the Vulture and endangering people’s lives on the Staten Island Ferry. It’s what led him to take away Spider-Man’s suit to begin with…leaving Peter with no choice but to use his original homemade suit to take down Toomes.

Peter mentally cringed as he thought back to that last conversation Tony had with Spider-Man…while having absolutely no clue that the webslinger was actually his intern, Peter Parker.

“This is where you zip it, alright? The adult is talking!”

“And I wanted you to be better. Okay, it’s not working out. I’m gonna need the suit back.”

“For how long?”

“Forever.”

The teen quickly shook the memory away from his mind as he placed Toomes on the sand once he was sure they were away from the fire, only to plop down on the sand right next to him on his back. They both coughed and hacked from the smoke inhalation and from the intense battle. Peter felt his body ache from the crash…and from the punches Toomes had no problem giving him after they crashed. However, he refused to let the pain get to him. There would be time to take care of his injuries later. Right now, he needed to make sure Toomes wouldn’t try to get away, so he slowly stood up and turned around so that he was facing the weapons smuggler seeing him look up at him clearly wondering what was going to happen next.

Peter would never do that though. He wouldn’t even consider it. He knew what it was like to lose a parent. He lost his parents when he was little, and then he lost his uncle Ben just last year…about a month or so before he got accepted as an Intern in Stark Industries. He could never handle Liz going through the same thing. Yes, her father would be going to jail, but he would be alive.

No words were spoken as he bent down to pick up Toomes and slung him over his shoulder again taking him away from the wreckage and bound him so that he couldn’t get away. Surely, a plane flying through the sky and taking a nosedive would be noticeable and prompt someone to call 911, which meant that the cops would be there at any moment. He used his web-shooters to bound Toomes to a piece of debris, and then after some searching, he managed to find a paper and pen to write a note.

“FOUND FLYING VULTURE GUY. SPIDER-MAN. P.S. SORRY ABOUT YOUR PLANE.”

He then taped the note next to Toomes still not saying a word to his enemy.

“I hope you realize what you just did, Pedro,” Toomes said after a moment.

“If you’re referring to how I just saved your life, yeah, I do,” Peter replied. “I don’t want Liz to have to go through what I went through.” He took a deep breath. “Goodbye, Mr. Toomes.”

He was just about to leave when…he heard a car approaching the wreckage…followed by many cars. It was definitely the cops and Tony’s clean-up crew coming to investigate, and then…he quickly realized that he was out in the open without his mask and an enemy who quickly figured out who he was. He needed to get out of there. He tested his old web-shooters to see if there was anything left…but he was all out. He mentally kicked himself for not having enough to get out of there, and he couldn’t let anyone see him…let anyone figure out that Spider-Man was Peter Parker. There was no telling what would happen, especially if Tony found out. That made me more nervous at the idea of his beloved mentor finding out that he was Spider-Man.

Without wasting any more time, Peter quickly put on his hood attempting to hide his face and ran away from Toomes as the flashlights drew closer. If he could just hide behind some debris or something and sneak away, that would be enough.

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This was the last thing Happy expected to happen on this night. All he was instructed to do was make sure the last of the cargo was packed onto his boss’s plane so that it could be transferred to upstate, where Rhodey would be waiting to unpack the plane with Vision. However, as soon as he saw the Stark Plane falling out of the sky toward Coney Island, he immediately knew that that was not going to happen. After a quick phone call to Tony, the billionaire immediately ordered him to go investigate what happened and to call the clean-up crew, so that Ross didn’t try to use this against the Avengers in case the Rogues or the Vulture was involved.

It wasn’t the Rogues involved, but it was the Vulture…the weapons smuggler that Spider-Man warned Tony about…the very same one Spider-Man had been trying to catch even though Tony instructed him not to. Now that Happy thought about it, he hadn’t seen or heard from the webslinger since the ferry incident…when Tony took the suit away from the guy. Happy just wouldn’t put past him to somehow surprise everyone and make a comeback by catching the Vulture, and as soon as he saw the Vulture without his helmet concealing his face…and the note. He didn’t even need to see who it was from. Spider-Man actually did it. He captured the Vulture…without the fancy suit Tony made for him.

No words were exchanged with Toomes as Happy looked around trying to find any sign of Spider-Man watching from above, but for some reason…he looked down…only to see footprints in the sand…

Happy wasted no time in following them hoping to find the webslinger knowing for sure Tony would want to thank him for saving the cargo. He followed the footprints…all the way to a piece of debris still a few feet away from the wreckage, and he saw Spider-Man in his old suit…facing away from him and crouching down on the sand.

“S-Spider-Man?” Happy asked taking a step toward him.

The hero jumped but didn’t turn around. “Oh…uhhh…hey, Happy,” he said clearly trying to lower his voice. Although he wasn’t sure why. Happy and Tony obviously didn’t know Spider-Man’s secret identity, but they suspected that he was on the young side. “Uhh…I-I got the Vulture guy…ummm…I-I’m sorry about the plane though. I didn’t mean for that to happen, so please don’t be upset. I didn’t mean to cause more trouble for Mr. Stark.”

“Hey, hey, relax, man,” Happy said chuckling. “It’s okay. I think the boss will be more upset with me than with you after what happened. He’s going to owe you big time.”

“Oh no, he-he doesn’t have to pay me or anything,” Spider-Man replied. “I…I just wanted to help, that’s all.”

Happy nodded, but then…something didn’t sit right with him. Tony didn’t mention anything about Spider-Man coming onto the scene…or that he called the webslinger to begin with. Not only that, but…Spider-Man was here before they were, which meant he must’ve had something to do with the plane crashing…especially if he was missing his mask.

“Uhhh…I should…I should get going…” Spider-Man said as he stood up making sure that no one could see his face. “It-It’s…getting late…”

“Well, wait, hang on,” Happy said taking a step toward him. “How…how did you know about the plane to begin with? You were here before us…and you look pretty banged up from where I’m standing.” He noted that Spider-Man seemed to have a limp.

“You told me,” Spider-Man suddenly said.

“What?” Happy asked with confusion. “N-No, I didn’t. I only talked to Tony, Pepper, and…” he stopped…as he realized that there was a third person he spoke to about the plane…just a few days ago…

“What are you up to today, Happy?”

“Not too much…helping the guys move all the cargo to the plane today while you and the boss play Science in the lab.”

“What cargo?”

“Oh, just some Avengers tech that the boss wants to move to the Compound.”

“Is…is Mr. Stark moving?”

Happy chuckled. “Nah, kid, he’s just moving it up to the Compound. I think it’s just his way of dealing with everything that happened, and he figured it was best to have it in one place. He wouldn’t just drop you like a hot potato. He cares too much about you.”

“Yeah, I care about him too.”

“I know, kid…”

“…Peter…” Happy finished as the cold realization washed over him. There was no way. It was impossible, but then again...was it? They had the same voice, the same height...

“Oh...did I say you? I-I’m sorry, I-I meant Peter...Peter told me,” Spider-Man said quickly and obviously realizing his mistake.

However, he made an even bigger mistake. “Last time I checked...” he said slowly, “Tony said that Peter isn’t on good terms with Spider-Man. He’s tried to get you two to meet, but he never did.” Happy furrowed his eyebrows together as he took a step closer. “Come to think of it, it...is kind of weird that Peter Parker and Spider-Man...both of whom work for Tony Stark...are never in the same room together.”

“It’s not weird,” Spider-Man said quickly. “We just never saw each other. That’s all. Don’t make anything of it.”

“Spider-Man…come on,” Happy said. “Just turn around.”

“I can’t,” the hero replied.

The forehead of security took a deep breath. He was praying that he was wrong, but at the same time, he knew that he was probably right...as to who Spider-Man was.

“Peter...” Happy finally said after a moment.

This seemed to make him stop.

“Peter, please turn around,” Happy said again.

“I can’t,” Peter said, “and I’m not Peter.”

The hero still didn’t leave or attempt at the very least, and the forehead of security wondered if maybe he was deciding whether or not to reveal himself. Happy didn’t say anything as he stared at Spider-Man’s back silently begging him to just turn around and face him. His heart began to pound in his chest as he waited for Spider-Man to make his move. Then…he heard Spider-Man sigh in defeat, and without much warning, he slowly began to turn around while keeping his hood up.

Despite Happy making the connection, seeing the face of his boss’s personal intern…the one he had been getting so close to over the past few year or so…in Spider-Man’s old suit…looking battered and dirty from a battle…made him want to vomit right then and there. His eyes widened as he let out a shaky breath as he looked at…Peter.

“Aw, kid…” he finally said.

“Happy…uhh…I…I…didn’t…I mean…” Peter tried to say. However, he was clearly at a loss for words himself.

The forehead of security looked only to see the police and clean-up crew inching closer to them. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice that Spider-Man was without a mask, and he was realizing that Tony’s kid was now relying on him to do something, he quickly put his flashlight down and shrugged off his jacket.

“W-What are you doing?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know about you, kid,” Happy said as he took his jacket and placed It over Peter’s head to help conceal his face., “but I don’t think we need to have Spider-Man identity blasted on.the news. “Just stick with me. I’ll take you to the tower, okay?”

“Okay,” Peter replied meekly.

Happy wasted no time in putting his arm around Peter pulling him close to his side and guiding him through the wrecked plane to his car. “We just got to get past these guys,” he said, “and then we’re home free.”

Peter could only nod as Happy began walking them both to the car. He could only see out of a small crack in the opening of the jacket, but thankfully nobody else could see his face. That was a huge relief as Happy told the cops and the clean-up crew that he found Spider-Man and that he was going to escort him to get him some help. A couple of people offered to help, but Happy thankfully insisted that he was okay and didn’t let anyone come near them.

After a few minutes, Peter felt himself being maneuvered into a car, and as he found himself being guided into the seat, he kept the jacket over his face. Happy wasted no time in closing the car door before jumping into the driver’s seat and driving off back toward Stark Tower. Thankfully, it was late at night, so there was no traffic. The drive would be quick.

“Okay, kid, we’re far enough,” Happy said after a few minutes. “You can take the jacket off now.”

Peter slowly but surely removed the jacket from his head and took it off allowing Happy to see his face in the rearview mirror, and it was at that moment that his heart dropped. His identity was just revealed…to Happy Hogan, of all people, his mentor’s best friend and head of security, and he was now taking him to the tower…the very tower Tony Stark lived in. His heart pounded that he would have to tell his mentor that he was Spider-Man…after keeping this huge secret from him…and after Tony took Spider-Man’s suit away…after he messed up with the ferry. While Tony wasn’t angry with Peter, he was certainly mad at Spider-Man.

After the ferry incident, Peter had to go on pretending that he didn’t just get his suit…his alter-ego taken away by his mentor…and that he didn’t disappoint his mentor in one of the worst ways possible. He knew…just knew that if Tony found out that his intern and superhero mentee were one and the same…it would ruin everything…destroy everything he and Tony had. Ever since Tony had taken him under his wing as his intern in Stark Industries, he refused to do anything to disappoint the billionaire. He had become more than a mentor over the past few months…more like a father-figure to him. The way he and Tony connected…the way they talked to each other about their dark pasts…lost loved ones…it felt as though Tony was filling the void Ben left just the year before, but now…he realized that there was a possibility that it could all be over that night…in just one second. Tony would surely take one look at him and want nothing more to do with him.

“You okay, kid?” Happy finally asked gently.

“I…I don’t know,” Peter replied quietly. “D-Do we really have to talk to Mr. Stark about this?”

Happy sighed and slightly shook his head. “Yes, we do,” he replied. “He cares about you. He’s going to want to be sure that you’re okay. Besides, he would have my head if I let you go home like that.”

Peter sighed as he leaned back against the headrest. “He’s going to hate me,” he said.

“Peter…come on…he might be worried and a little pissed that you didn’t tell anyone about this…but he could never hate you.”

“You didn’t see his face when he was yelling at Spider-Man.”

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Needless to say, this was the last thing Tony had expected to happen that Friday night. After he and May dropped Peter off at his date’s house, he and his intern’s aunt went out for a quick bite to eat, and then he returned to the tower and spent some time in the lab while Pepper finished up with work. May told him that she would pick Peter up to take him home and promised that they would spend some time together tomorrow, and Tony was even going to go to bed at a decent hour that night…only to be woken up by Happy, who called him to tell him that the plane for the Avengers’ technology was going down and about to crash. He of course sent Happy to go retrieve it and find out what happened and to recover the weapons.

As he worked in the lab waiting for Happy to report back, he perked when FRIDAY announced that someone was coming up in the elevator. He looked up, and sure enough, there was Happy walking into the lab.

“Hey, uh, boss...” Happy began, “I got the hero of the hour with me.”

Tony furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion as he studied his forehead of security. Weird because your tone suggests you got the villain instead,” he said as he took a step toward him eyeing him with suspicion.

Happy took a quick look over his shoulder clearly looking at someone behind him. Tony couldn’t see who it was, and JT piqued his curiosity even more. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was someone he found with the plane.

“Not a villain,” Happy began, “but...” He stepped to the side...revealing...Peter.

Tony’s eyes widened...upon seeing his teenaged intern...clearly looking bruised and cut up and a bit dirty, but that wasn’t what made his heart pound even more. He could handle Peter looking banged up because that was easy to fix. Some bandages and he would be fine, but what made his heart pound was seeing his intern...in a certain red and blue onesie...one that was all too familiar to him. He couldn’t possibly be wearing this onesie...he couldn’t have been. Peter was supposed to be at Homecoming with Liz.

“P-Peter...w-what are you...?” Tony asked in shock taking a step toward his kid. Peter didn’t say anything as he watched him walk closer. “Kid...please tell you decided wear a Halloween costume early just to scare me...”

The teenager shook his head slowly. “I-I wish I could, Mr. Stark...” he said.

“Y-You’re...you’re Spider-Man...?” Tony breathed after a moment. “This...this whole time...it’s been you? You’re him?”

Peter could only nod with tears forming in his eyes.

Tony’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at Peter...the very same kid he took under his wing months ago...the very same kid who had been coming to work with him every week in the lab...the very same kid he had come to see as a son. He was actually Spider-Man... This whole time he was actually the web slinging hero...Spider-Man. “W-Washington...when you disappeared...and...” he began as all the memories of him interacting with Spider-Man, “and... Germany...you...you were in Germany with me...and the ferry...and the night...the night you...Spider-Man almost drowned...that was all you?” Now, he couldn’t even see the mysterious web-slinging hero he had come to care about...all he could see was the teenager he came to care about...and it scared him.

“Yes,” Peter said softly looking at the floor and then up at Tony, “but please don’t be mad.”

“Mad?” Tony breathed raising his eyebrows. “Who’s mad, kid? Not me, I’m fine. Scared? Yes. Terrified? Hell to the yes.” The billionaire ran his hands through his hair thinking about Peter lying on the pavement at the airport in Germany…almost drowning or getting injured while fighting the Vulture on the ferry, and how he would’ve had no clue. How did he miss this? He was Tony Stark…supposedly a genius. How did he never figure out that Peter and Spider-Man were one and the same? “Oh my god...my intern...my...my kid...has been Spider-Man this whole time, and I never had any clue.”

Peter felt the tears form even more in his eyes seeing his mentor freak out in front of him…feeling guilty over not knowing he was Spider-Man…and he just even worse for not coming clean to Tony sooner. He could only wring his hands in his hoodie. “I didn’t mean to lie to you, I swear,” he said a little louder this time.

That made Tony stop in his tracks to look into Peter’s brown eyes. “Then why?” Tony asked…perhaps a little too firmly. He quickly steadied himself. The last thing he wanted to do was yell at Peter…not when there probably was a reason why he kept this huge secret from him and May. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he added more softly. “Pete, we tell each other everything. Why didn’t you tell me about...this?”

Peter closed his eyes as he realized that Tony was in fact right. They did tell each other everything from the littlest things to the biggest of things. He and Tony had learned to warm up to each other…to get comfortable with each other…and to trust each other in the year they had known each other.

“My uncle and I had a fight the night he died…and I ran out…I just ran to get a snack, and he went after me. Next thing I know…this robber comes into the deli and runs out…the owner even asked me why I didn’t stop him��I go out…and there’s Ben…lying on the ground bleeding. I…tried to save him…but…”

“Aw, kid…and you’ve been thinking that this whole time….”

“I don’t have to think it. I know it’s true, Mr. Stark.”

“No, it’s not, kid…it’s not your fault.”

True, Spider-Man and Tony had been too, but…Spider-Man couldn’t let Tony in like Peter did. If Spider-Man were to let anything slip, it could be one step closer to finding out that he and Peter Parker were one and the same.

The fact that his mentor looked so hurt that he didn’t share this made him feel more guilty, and he owed Tony an explanation. “Because...I was...” he stopped briefly wondering if he should even…explain before deciding to continue, “I-I don’t know...I guess I was worried you would try to stop me. I mean...I was trying to think of a way to break it down gently, but...I...after what happened with the ferry...and you wanted the suit back...I got scared. I...I already lost you as Spider-Man. I didn’t want to lose you as Peter Parker, too.”

“Y-You thought that...” Tony began still staring at Peter with widened eyes, and as the tears fell on Peter’s face…his heart broke, “aw, kid...come here.” He wasted no time in pulling Peter in for a hug as the teenaged vigilante quickly returned the gesture. “You never lost me, kid.” He ran his hands through Peter’s sweaty and matted hair. “I...I didn’t mean for you to think that I would reject you completely. I’m sorry you thought that. You just...you needed some tough love, that’s all.”

Peter sighed feeling the relief wash over him as he found himself in his mentor’s warm embrace. Tony’s hugs always seemed to have that affect on him whenever he was stressed, upset, or just wanted a hug, but now...it was a promise...that he would never lose him despite being Spider-Man. It was a promise to never leave him and that he would always be there. “I know that now,” he said. “I’m sorry, too, Mr. Stark. I just...wanted to be like you.”

“I just wanted to be like you.”

“And I wanted you to be better.”

The billionaire couldn’t help but chuckle. It was so much different now hearing Peter say that to him, and not as Spider-Man. “I appreciate that, kid,” he replied, “but...I’m hoping for you to be better than me. Who am I kidding? You’re on your way there.”

“He sure is, boss,” Happy interjected proudly. “This guy saved the Vulture.”

“I have no doubt about it,” Tony said smiling at his friend before pulling away so that he was looking at Peter. He noted how he did look bruised and had a few cuts on his face and how dirty he looked. “Let’s get you cleaned up and have those wounds looked at.”

“Okay,” Peter said nodding and smiling up at his mentor. “Thanks, Mr. Stark, and just so you know, I think I’m going to stay close to the ground for a little while...like you said...be the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, you know? After what happened tonight...I...you know...”

Tony smiled as he held onto Peter almost as if he was afraid to let go of his intern. “I think that’s a great idea, buddy,” Tony said after a moment, “and I’ll be there every step of the way, both for the internship and super-heroism.”

“Well,” Peter began smiling up at the billionaire, “you’ve already been doing that, but it’ll be such a relief not keeping it from you.”

“I’m glad you said that because...there’s one other person we should tell,” Tony said raising his eyebrows hoping Peter would take the hint.

The teenaged vigilante clearly got the hint because he threw his head back and groaned. “But May will freak out,” he said pleadingly.

“I know,” Tony said gently, “but she really does need to know, bud. It wouldn’t be fair if I was the only one who knew. That, and she would kick my ass if she found out I knew, and she didn’t.”

“It’s not worth just a…teeny tiny little risk?” Peter asked with a small smile.

“No...now, come on, Ferris,” Tony said wrapping an arm around Peter’s shoulders guiding him out of the lab with Happy in tow. “I’m going to take you down to the MedBay, and we will have lots to talk about.”

Peter rolled his eyes at his mentor, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but smile in relief. Perhaps, Tony and May knowing about him being Spider-Man wouldn’t be so bad.

#friendly neighborhood exchange #iron dad and spider son

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