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plumbobtv · 2 years ago
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Finale Party - Interview with Adele
Hello Adele, how are you doing? Oh I am doing good, excited to finally be able to talk about The Bachelor haha! Have been needing to be quiet for months now haha.
Right, cause y’all wrapped filming in January right? Yes, the end of January we wrapped filming.
How was coming home after this journey for you? I was happy to be back, because I missed my family a lot. But I was also sad of course... I was in my feelings for about a month or so. Like I really thought we were gonna end up together, so I kinda had like a heartbreak haha.
Do you wish anything would have been different? I do... I wished we had more dates on the show, because right now not even everyone had a date with Orange before being send home. I think those private moments really do make a change. And if we would have had more dates, we would have gotten more chances to connect with him on a deeper level. 
I understand, how if your love life now? Haha, I knew that would be asked! I am pretty happy, I am dating an amazing guy from Brindleton Bay. I have known him for a while, as friend. He really supported me after The Bachelor & we ended up going on a few dates... The rest is history I would say.
Congratulations, I am so happy for you! Any new about your career? Actually yes, I am opening up my first restaurant soon! I have been working really hard behind the scenes, but an announcement could be coming soon... Stay tuned I would say haha.
About the cast, who do you still talk to? I am in contact with Tania & Kaitlynn. We were very close in Tartosa too and they have truly been great friends to me.
Nat & you seemed kinda close too, have you talked with her? Uhm, we haven’t. I did expect to hear from her, but we haven’t talked since that last day in Tartosa. I honestly don’t know why... But I am not even gonna make that an issue right now. She is probably very busy.
Have you talked with Orange since returning? No, we haven’t talked either. Probably best for me, since I really took it like a heartbreak. But there are no hard feelings, I would love to invite him to my restaurant when it opens.
Sounds fun, a reunion! Thank you for this interview Adele & hopefully we’ll hear more of you soon. The audience loved you. Thank you for interviewing me, I loved being on the show!
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ageofhearingloss · 1 year ago
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All of the even OR odd numbers, you pick! 💗
OOOOO KAITLYNN WE'RE RUNNING THE GAMUT
im gonna do odds💕💕thank you love
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
yeah, but of course it's complicated. my dad and i are best friends but my mom and i have a pretty rocky foundation
03: Do you regret anything?
so much, all the time lol
05: What is your relationship status?
very single- as much as i daydream about romantic love, there's no way i want to be in a relationship
07: What did you last eat?
a very delicious tart bestie @joopsworld made
09: Do you bite your nails?
no but i chew the skin around em
11: Do you like someone?
i don't think so, at least not anyone real/not a parasocial relationship lol
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
yeah heh
15: Have any pets?
yes! my baby kitty timmy💕
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
far too many a time, my friend
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
yeah, i would. i know i shouldn't but there are a lot of situations in my life where i can't help but think if i played my cards differently, maybe the outcome would've been better
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
MY BESTIES ARE COMING INTO TOWN AND WE'RE HAVING A STARCATCHER LISTENING PARTY AND I AM SOSOSOSOOOO EXCITED!!!
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
yup, 8
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
every day, all the time
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
unfortunately, probably a handful of times
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
mmmmm yeah, i can be really mean when i want my words to hurt someone (i am really not proud of it, it is a defense mechanism)
31: Does somebody love you?
yes, my lovely friends and family💕✨💕✨
33: Do you have trust issues?
L O L (major)
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
my stepmom
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
it's easy to forget upon the initial hurt. but usually the things you choose to forget will come back and manifest themselves in new ways, almost forcing you to forgive and because you've spent so long trying to forget, it makes the forgiveness that much harder
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
12 years old
((questions 41-50 just don't exist? lol))
51: Favourite food?
dominican food💕 never gets old
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
mmm next question
55: Are you mean?
i want to say no; i try my hardest to be as kind and warm and welcoming as i can, but when i want to hurt someone or if i'm feeling hurt myself, i can be really mean (i'm a virgo lol)
57: Do you believe in true love?
if true means unconditional, then yes
59: Do you like the snow?
after living in the midwest of the usa for 15+ years, hellllllll no
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
i hated it for the longest time until someone actually called me baby LOL and then i was like ...hehehe oh wait....
63: Would you change your name?
i wanted to for a long time, but now i love my name so no
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
i wait it out; i'm a big believer in the possibility of feelings changing (either someone losing romantic feelings or the other gaining feelings). but if it's immediate, i would have a candid conversation with them assuming everything will be okay since they are my best friend
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
my dad lol
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
i don't think i believe in soulmates in the sense that only one person is YOUR person forever and ever, but i like the idea of twin flames. there are so many people who will come into your life who are so aligned with who you are and your beliefs that it might feel close to a soulmate situation
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heterophobique · 2 years ago
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anyway some positivity is that i put up a little pride flag in my office at work bc i feel comfortable having that up. at my last employer? absolutely not. those cunts were having optional morning prayer in the break room every single day and judging everyone who didnt join in. and coworkers were constantly having debates in the walkways over whether lgbt ppl should be allowed to exist. but here? i already know of a few lgbt coworkers and everyone else is way more chill. very fun and cute to have a little rainbow flag in my office
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enchanted--roses · 2 years ago
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OC Halloween Challenge — Day 05 — Sci-Fi Horror
Kaitlynn Kane -> In 1982, when Adam Kane decided to use the results of his research on his children, he did not imagine that they would change and become a target for an evil organization. The only thought he had in his mind was that he had the means to save them and if the side effects were to receive powers, they would learn to control them as a family. But life doesn't always go as you think, and when she was 11 Kaitlynn was kidnapped by the Alpha X Organization who wanted to test her to increase her power, as well as give her more powers to create an army of mutants. Kaitlynn and a handful of people were the first to survive these tests and became the organization's "Elite" group. Those who were sent on the most important missions and who always had the best results knowing that falling results in being punished severely. Years after her kidnapping, Carter Mayson, the leader of the organization and son of the man who started it all, offers her a way to escape the hell that is her life, become his wife and second or continue to be a soldier following the rules. Kaitlynn sees several things in this offer, yes a way to improve her life and that of her group, but also a way to get revenge on those who should have protected her, by creating the very thing that pushed Adam out of Genome X. And if to do that she has to kill everyone who gets in her way, even her family, then so be it. Kaitlynn Kane died in that moment and from her ashes Enyo Mayson was born.
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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years ago
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A New Years Thanks
I would like to take a moment to thank you all for the support this year. It has meant so much.
I know that I haven’t been very reliable at times, as life can be such a roller coaster. But thank you for sticking with me.
I wish that I could hug so many of you and tell you how amazing you are. But, unfortunately, I can’t. So I hope that you take this post as a hug from me.
I wish that I could list all the users and anons that have stuck by me and helped me through this year, but I can’t. I am going to name a few though that I feel always need recognition.
@loveisallyouneed1125 Ashley, you have truly changed my life and I will forever be grateful for you. You have supported me in ways that some people will never understand. 
@thewidowsghost My wild child, Kaitlynn. You are so strong and amazing. Keep pushing through and thank you for your constant support.
@a-little-counter-esperanto Lauren, I am so glad that I found you on here. You are such an example of strength and pushing through. You are truly amazing. Thanks for the constant support.
@just-one-ordinary-fangirl Lucy, you amazing me as well. You stick trek through life despite the lows that often hit. Thank you for the positivity sleepover. I am so excited to participate in it again.
@23victoria You have supported me in my writing and personal issues. Thank you so much.
@rubberduckyqueen Thank you for your constant support and encouragement. 
@sylvie-writes Syd, though we don’t talk all the time, I always know that I can count on you. Thank you for being there and being amazing.
@sweetflowerdreams Elli, you amaze me and I’m glad that I found you on here. Thank you for supporting me and donating to my classroom.
@writing-for-marvel Em, I just found you not too long ago. But you are an amazing person and writer. Thank you for your constant support and encouragement.
@storiesbystarlight my dearest Stella, you are such a shining light. Thank you for sharing your many talents will all of us. Your support means the world to me.
Again, this is just a short list of the many people who have touched my life this year. Thank you to all of my followers and supporters. You are truly amazing and I hope that you’ll choose to still hang around this crazy blog.
With all my love, Bailey
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thewidowsghost · 4 years ago
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Fox - An Avenger’s Reader Insert
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Chapter 1
(Y/N)'s POV 
My whole life changed a month ago, when my mother told me of my father's identity. Being a seventeen year old in 2002 was a little hard, but finding out that my father is Tony Stark is another.  
Then today, four weeks later, I get a phone call.  
"Hello, is this (M/N) (L/N)'s daughter?" the woman on the phone asks.  
"Yes, this is her, why?"  
"We need you to come into the hospital, now," the woman says.  
"I'm on my way," I tell the woman, "But why?" 
"You're mother got into a car accident on her way home from work, it doesn't look good," at this, my eyes widen, and I sprint out to the car my mom had gotten me for my fifteenth birthday so I could learn how to drive.  
I drive as quickly as I can over to the hospital without breaking any traffic laws, knowing that if I got pulled over, it might be too late. 
Once I get to the hospital, I sprint into the lobby and up to the front desk. "I'm (M/N) (L/N)'s daughter," I say, not out of breath at all for some reason. 
The woman at the desk smiles sympathetically at me before asking me to sit down to wait.  
I sit down, and start fiddling with the zipper of my black leather jacket.  
"Come with me," a new voice says, and I look up to see a male in a white lab coat, clearly a doctor. I stand up and follow him down the hall. "It's not looking good for her," the man says gently, stopping and turning to me.  
"Just..." I falter for a moment, "... let me talk to her before..," I stop and furiously rub my eyes.  
"O-okay," the doctor says before opening the door. I walk in, taking a seat by my mother's bedside.  
I grab her hand, squeezing it lightly, before her eyes open a little, "(Y/N)!" she murmurs lovingly, meeting my (E/C) gaze. "Open my purse," she orders, shifting her gaze from my eyes to her purse, sitting in a chair on the other side of her bed. I get up, and grab her purse. "In there is a dog tag, it has your father's address, and his personal assistant's number," Mom says and I turn back to her, after pulling it out. As she had said, there was an address just on above a phone number. "When you get home, I need you to call that number and meet up with Pepper Potts, you need to find your father before it's too late," Mom orders before taking a huge breath. "Also," she gasps slightly before continuing, "I have abilities," she says, "which you also have," she says shocking me before the beeping noise gets louder until it begins flatling. I grip Mom's hand tightly, tears running down my face. A doctor and two nurses rush in, one of the nurses coming over and gently pulling me away, but I resist, continuing to look in my mother's dying face.  
Closing my eyes as the beeping goes silent, the nurse beside me becomes more persistent, and I stop resisting, letting the nurse pull me out of the room and back down the hall to the lobby.  
"Do you have anywhere to go?" the nurse asks me once we enter the lobby. Glancing down at the dog tag still clutched in my hand, I nod silently before walking out of the hospital and walking over to my car. I pull my phone out of the middle console and call the number on the dog tag. It rings for a moment before someone, presumably Miss Potts picks up.  
"Hello, this is Pepper Potts," the woman on the phone says.  
"Hello, this is (Y/N) (L/N)," I say into the phone. "Can I schedule a meeting with you sometime today?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly. 
"Let me check just one second," Miss Potts says, going silent for a moment. "I can schedule you in at 4:00 this afternoon." 
"That would be great," I say, glancing down at the clock, telling me that it was currently 3:00.  
"Alright, I'll see you at 4:00," Miss Potts says.  
"Thank you," I say, then Miss Potts hangs up the phone. 
I think back to what my mother had told me, 'You have abilities.' What could that possibly mean?!  
I start the car, drive back home, walking around the house for a while.  
3rd Person POV 
While (Y/N) was walking around her house, she didn't realize that it was beginning to downpour around her house, and only her house. At 3:30, (Y/N) leaves her house, the rain clearing up instantly. She gets back in the car and drives to the Stark Industries headquarters. Walking into the building she goes to the front desk, reminding the seventeen year old of earlier this morning. Shaking her head slightly, she walks straight up to the desk.  
(Y/N)'s POV 
"Hello, I'm here for a meeting with Miss Pepper Potts," I say, and someone places their hand on my shoulder.  
"And I am right here," a woman says and I turn around to see a woman with auburn hair and blue eyes. "I am Pepper Potts," Miss Potts says, and I offer my hand in a polite shake. She accepts and shakes my hand. "Should we go up to my office?" she asks and I nod silently.  
Once we get in Miss Potts's office, she signals for me to sit on the other side of her desk.  
I silently sit down before I look up at the auburn haired woman.  
"Um, I don't know how to say this without sounding like I'm insane," I begin, looking down at the dog tag still sitting in my hand. "Tony Stark..." I falter. "He's my father," I tell Miss Potts and I look up to meet her blue gaze, but she doesn't really look shocked.  
"This was bound to happen at some point," Miss Potts mutters, and I look bewilderedly at her. "I guess we need to get you to meet Mr. Stark." 
I run my hand through my (H/C) nervously, looking back up at Miss Potts when she asks, "Where's your mother?" Gulping, I shake my head sadly. 
"She, uh, passed away about an hour ago," I say, and Miss Potts looks sympathetically at me before standing up and coming around the desk, wrapping me in a hug. I relax after a moment in Miss Potts arms.  
"I'm sorry for your loss," Miss Potts says softly.  
"Thanks, Miss Potts," I say softly.  
"Call me Pepper," Miss Potts says and I look up into her blue eyes.  
"Thanks, Pepper," I say, and she smiles.  
"Let's go meet your dad, huh?" Peppers says, and I nod. "You have a car?" she then asks, as if it's an afterthought.  
"Yeah," I tell her.  
"Okay, you can park it in the garage and we'll take my car," Pepper says and the two of us make our way down the stairs and past the woman at the desk who says goodbye to Pepper.  
I jog on over to my car and pull it up to the garage, Pepper standing beside her car. "Let's go, I'm to meet Mr. Stark in about half-an-hour," Pepper says and we get into the car, me in the passenger's seat, and her in the driver's. 
We drive for about fifteen to twenty minutes until we arrive on the coast of Malibu where I can see a huge cliffside mansion about a hundred yards away. Pepper drives up onto the driveway and parks in front of the entrance to the mansion.  
"This is where –" I begin, looking up in awe. 
"Yep, this is Tony Stark's mansion," Pepper says, and the two of us get out of the car. "Come on, (Y/N)," Pepper says and I follow her through the entrance of the mansion.  
Word Count: 1317 words
Let's go! The first chapter in my Avenger's book is now out.
Since this is an Avengers Reader Insert, there will be slight cursing and some violence. I will try to mark where extensive violence is in this book for people that wouldn't like to read it.
Anyway, I've gotta start on the next chapter, so I'll see y'all soon
Love, 
           Kaitlynn ❤❤
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kay-z-the-dragon-werewolf · 4 years ago
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Hello, dear! You've been visited by the random character question fairy! :D ~☆
What makes your character squirm? What makes them uncomfortable? Why?
Kaitlynn ( Splatoon ( Agent 3 ) ) :
Can’t stand it when others are being bullied or mistreated due to her strong sense of justice, and need to be the hero she’s meant to be. She’ll never understand how people could ever find something in others absolute suffering other than regret, even if sometimes standing up to this means others would go after her in turn. Being a bystander is not okay, and just reporting it isn’t always enough for her personally, and she’ll personally make sure that the person being hurt in any way ends up okay
Even if she finds the good out of her discolouration and scar, she’ll often get nightmares of the time she was hijacked. Given she feels the need to feel strong and in control, as she’d been taught she was, that moment she lost all control and was forced to fight the ones she was supposed to be protecting- it was unreal and sickening to her, no matter how she may try to brush it off or act like it’s fine, it was and will always be sickening to her
When things go to crap and she felt/feels she could have stopped it, it really tends to get to her, given her tendencies and beliefs. If there was or is a way to do something important, there’s a way to get to it. She’ll figure it out, won’t she? Of course, that’s not always the case. She used to be very hard on herself for all her mistakes, given at the time she was the sole hero set to beat the Octarians and take back the Great Zapfish. If she didn’t do it, who else would? Not like just about anyone would have the skills she’d built up after a lot of missions. This carries over to her life outside this, knowing deep down she could do a lot more in some situations- but at this time, she’s learned that not everything can be solved so easily, and she may not always have the energy for it, but it still gets to her to varying degrees
( Was gonna do multiple but this is a lot already lol )
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arty-wolfie-pup · 4 years ago
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Welcome
Welcome to my tumblr! Let me take some pace to speak of myself and my art.
My name is Kaitlynn and I’m a young beginning artist. I have been drawing sense I was in the 4th-5th grade but we shall get into that in a moment.  I’m 17 years old and have severe anxiety and depression. I am the mother of a beautiful chihuahua named Buddy and I have a wonderful, supportive boyfriend. I decided to join tumblr to have another platform to share my artwork. But as I’m writing this I’m debating on sharing other things about my life but i think to stick with the art idea.
I have been working on my art, as i said earlier, sense i was in the 4th-5th grade. I have found comfort in using pencil and paper to let out my emotions and frustrations. Recently I have found of love in watercolor so expect to see a lot of it. I would say I have an illustrative style. I try to draw many different types of people so there could be something for everyone.
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waywardaardvark79 · 5 years ago
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No Strings Attached  Part 10: Food Poisoning
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Summary: Your roommates old friend moves to town and the two of you quickly strike up a no strings attached relationship. How long will the two of you be able to hold up what was supposed to be a simple, uncomplicated arrangement?
Pairing: Dean X Reader
Warnings: language
A/N: Updates should be every few days. No set schedule. 
                                 Eight Weeks Later, first week of January
           Dean had moved into the apartment that was available in Kaitlynn’s building, and even though it was only about 15 minutes from your building you found yourself in his bed every night, the excuse that it was just easier to stay there than go all the way home a favorite of yours. Charlie, on more than one occasion, teased you about moving your stuff out, and just completely moving in, to which you responded with the old tried and true, you were just saving yourself some time and making things easier on yourself. You were fooling no one.
     You were laying on your side in Dean's bed, his legs tangled with yours and his arm draped over your side, his alarm hadn't went off yet, so you knew that it was early. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and inhaled a deep breath through your nose before slowly releasing it out of your mouth, trying to combat the waves of nausea that were currently crashing over you like a storm at sea. Dean shifted in bed, and pulled you back against him, the slight movement causing your eyes to pop open in fear that you were about to lose your battle to keep the contents of your stomach inside. Dean snuggled against you, his hot breath on the back of your neck pushing you closer to the edge. You tried another deep breath, to no avail. Dean's arm tightening his hold on you around your stomach was the last straw. You threw your elbow back into him, "Jesus Christ, I need you to stop." you gritted out.
  Dean's head popped up, "Stop what?" he sleepily asked, his eyes still closed.
"Fuckin' breathin." you seethed.
Dean pulled back from you, "That might be a little difficult." he said, as he raised up a little to look down at you. "You ok? You don't look so good." he said.
"No, shit. I don't know, I think I might have..." was all you managed before leaping from the bed, and rushing to the bathroom.
      Dean walked into the bathroom to see you on your knees in front of the toilet, your head hung down and your arms hugging the bowl, "Shit. You ok?" he asked as he wet a rag and placed it on the back of your neck.
You slowly raised your head, "I think I might have food  poisoning." you said, before quickly turning back to the toilet and heaving up your insides. "I've been betrayed." you mumbled into the toilet bowl.
Dean crouched down next to you, "Betrayed? The last thing we ate was tacos from the food truck, and I'm fine." he said, as he rubbed slow circles on your back.
"You're fine now." you said before raising your head, "Take a good hard look, Freckles. This is your future." you said before laying your head back down on your arm, still uncertain if you were ready to get up. "How could they do this to me? I swear, I'm never going  back to that truck." you said.
"Oh, come on, you don't mean that. It's not the food trucks fault." he said, fearing that you were  serious. He was completely willing to risk food poisoning for those tacos.
Your head shot up, "Not the food trucks fault?! I HAVE food poisoning from eating from that God damn truck. It is ENTIRELY their fault." you said.
"Maybe it's just a stomach virus." Dean suggested.
"No, I never get sick. I can't tell you the last time I was sick. It's food poisoning." you grumbled, Dean's alarm clock blaring in the bedroom. "Can you turn that off? I don't know why, but I feel like it's making it worse." you said as you felt the bile start to rise back up your throat. "Oh, fuck." you moaned before turning to retch into the bowl.
Dean looked down at you with worry, "I'll be right back." he said as he rose to his feet and quickly made his way to the bedroom to shut off the alarm. "If you want me to I'll call in to work, and see if I can come in a little later." he yelled down the hall.
        Dean walked back into the bathroom to see you curled up into a ball on your side in front of the toilet, your cheek pressed to the cold bathroom floor, and your eyes closed. You heard him step into the room, "Don't call in, just let me die." you groaned.
"At least let me put you back to bed." he said as he bent down to scoop you into his arms. "I'm sure you will start feeling better pretty soon. I don't think food poisoning lasts that long." he said as he carried you down the hall.
Dean placed you back into bed and pulled the covers up over you, "I'll be right back. I'm gonna go grab a trash can just incase you aren't done." he said. "Do you need anything else?" he asked.
"The sweet release of death." you mumbled. "And maybe some water." you added as you curled yourself into a ball.
"Death, and water...got it. I'll be right back." he said before turning to walk out of the room.
     Dean returned a few moments later, his arms full with everything he thought you might need. He placed the small trash can next to the bed, a bottle of water and Pepto on the nightstand, and draped a cool rag across your eyes. "Ok, I think I got everything you'll need. I'll try to come home on my lunch break to check on you." he said before bending down and placing a kiss to your forehead. You just nodded your head, and Dean adjusted the covers around you, "Call me if you need anything." he said before grabbing some clothes, and leaving the room to get ready for work.
     Dean kept a close eye on his phone all morning incase you tried to call, but you never did. He was tempted to call and see if you were ok, but didn't want to wake you up if you were sleeping. He kept watching the clock, and when his lunch break finally rolled around he practically ran from the garage and jumped in his car to head home.
  Dean unlocked the door to the apartment, and quietly walked inside, easing the door closed behind him. He crept down the hall, and poked his head into the bathroom to find it empty. He told himself that was a good sign and made his way to the bedroom. You were exactly where he left you. He walked up to the side of the bed, careful not to wake you as he tried to check on you. You were still on your side, your breathing slow and even, and the trash can next to the bed was empty. Dean let out a slow breath, satisfied that you seemed to be ok, and quietly made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him on his way out.
     You cracked your eyes open a few hours later, your phone going off on the nightstand beside you. You plopped your hand blindly around, trying to find it to turn it off. "Fuck my life." you breathed out, as you forced yourself to sit up. You snatched your phone from the nightstand, ready to murder whoever it was that was calling you. You looked down at the phone, it was your alarm you had set to get up for work. "Fuuuuuuuuuck." you moaned as you flung the covers aside and stood up. You prepared yourself for the nausea you knew was going to hit you any second, but it never came. "Hmmm." you hummed to yourself, completely shocked. You grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower before work.
    You were in your car on the way to the Roadhouse when your phone rang. "Hello." you said.
"You don't sound like you're dying." Dean said, a little confused by the tone of your voice.
"I know. It shocked the hell out of me, too. I guess, you were right when you said it shouldn't last that long. Has it hit you yet?" you asked.
"Nope, not yet." Dean replied.
"Lucky bastard." you said.
"You at home?" he asked.
"On my way to work. I just pulled up into the parking lot." you said, as you pulled into your spot and shut off the engine.
"You sure you should be there?" Dean asked.
You shrugged your shoulders, "I feel fine. I'm pretty sure it's passed. I never stay sick long." you said as you climbed out of your car, and shut the door with your hip.
"All right, well, I'm glad you're not dead." he said.
"Awww...Freckles, that's so sweet." you teased as you pushed open the door and walked inside.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll stop by after work. See you in a little bit. Love you." Dean quietly said into the phone.
You smiled to yourself, "See you soon." you said before looking around the room to make sure that no one was listening to you. Once you were satisfied that the coast was clear you whispered, "Love you too." into the phone before hanging up. Part of you knew that the two of you were being ridiculous. Everyone had already pretty much figured it out, but you weren't quite comfortable saying it loud in front of everyone yet, so those three words were often whispered to each other when the two of you thought no one was listening.
     You walked behind the bar, grabbed your apron and tied it around your waist. Ash walked in from the back a few moments later, "Cherry Pie." he said as he sat down at the bar.
"Dr. Badass." you greeted as you grabbed a PBR and passed it to him. Ash cracked open the beer and started to chug it, the smell wafting over to you and instantly making your stomach churn.
"You ok, Cherry Pie. You look a little green." Ash said as he placed the beer back on the bar and eyed you up and down. He watched as your eyes widened and your hand clamped across your mouth, "Oh shit." he said as he jumped over the bar and grabbed a bucket that you kept ice in and quickly passed it over to you just in time. Ash grabbed your hair and held it behind your head, as you heaved into the bucket. "Ok, easy there." he said as he gently patted your back.
You slowly lowered the bucket, "Fuck, I thought I was in the clear." you groaned.
"You sick or something?" Ash asked as he took the bucket from you.
"Food poisoning." you said, as you ran your hands over your face.
Ash took you by the elbow and walked you from behind the bar, "Come on." he said as he led you to his room.
"What are you doin'" you asked as he ushered you inside, flipping the sign on the outside of the door to out before closing it behind him.
"Lay down, until I can call someone to come and get you." he said as he pulled back the cover on his bed, and helped you inside.
"I'm fine." you grumbled.
Ash pulled off your shoes, and set them next to the bed. "You just spilled your guts out there." he said as he pulled the cover up over you. "You want me to call Charlie?" he asked.
You shook your head, "Dean said he was gonna stop by after work, but I'm fine. I just need to lay down for a few minutes, and then I'll be back out there." you said as you closed your eyes. "I swear, I was fine on the way over here." you added.
Ash brushed your hair back from your face, "Don't worry about gettin' back out there tonight. You just rest. I got it covered." he said.
"Doctor's orders?" you asked, a slight smile on your face.
"You're damn right." he said before gently patting your shoulder. "You need anything you just yell for me, Cherry Pie." he said as he made his way to the door. "I'll be back to check on you in a minute, and I'll, uh, I'll bring you the bucket." he said before opening the door and walking out.  
         Dean walked into the roadhouse a couple hours later and scanned the room for you. You were nowhere to be seen, but your car was outside. He thought that maybe you were in the back, and made his way to the bar to wait for you. He was sliding out a stool when Ash popped up from behind the bar, "Fuck, man." Dean said, not expecting him. "Y/N in the back?" he asked as he sat down.
Ash shook his head, "Cherry Pie is down for the count." he said. "She walked in, puked in the ice bucket, and has been passed out in my room ever since." he added.
Dean sighed, "I told her I didn't think she should come." he said before standing up. "I'll get her out of here." he said.
Ash walked from behind the bar and led Dean to his room. He opened the door, and they stepped inside to see you softly snoring, the ice bucket clutched to your chest. "She said it was food poisoning." Ash said, as he picked up your shoes and handed them to Dean.
"That's what she thinks, but I ate the same thing she did and I'm fine. She probably just has a bug." Dean said as he pulled back the covers, trying his best not to wake you. He eased the ice bucket from your grip and sat it on the floor next to the bed, before carefully slipping on your shoes. "Hey, thanks for takin' care of her." he said to Ash.
Ash waved him off, "That girl has held plenty of buckets for me through the years." he said, as you cracked open your eyes. "Hey Cherry Pie, Dean's here. You go home and don't worry about anything here. I got it handled." he said.
You slowly nodded your head, "Thanks Ash. I owe you one." you said as you grabbed Dean's outstretched hand and eased yourself into an upright position. "Mind if I take the bucket?" you asked as you reached for it.
"It's all yours." he said as he scooped it up and handed it to you. "Get better soon, this place ain't the same without ya." Ash said as he started to back out of the room.
"Just a little food poisoning. I'll be back at it at  in no time, holding the bucket for you instead." you teased as you let Dean pull you from the bed. "You think if I leave you my keys you could just come and pick me up tomorrow?" you asked.
"No, problem." Ash said.
You reached into your apron, pulled out your keys and tossed them to Ash, "Not a scratch." you warned as he caught them.
"See you tomorrow." he said before walking out of the room.
Dean wrapped his arm around your waist, "Let's get you home." he said as he led you from the room, holding you closely to his side.
    The two of you made it outside, Dean supporting most of your weight as you clutched the ice bucket to your chest, "Freckles, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but God, you stink. It's like motor oil, and gas and fuck it's so strong." you said as you pushed away from him.
Dean looked over at you, "I changed my shirt before I left work." he said.
"Well, it's on you somewhere. You're gonna have to roll down the windows because it smells like you fuckin' bathed in it." you said, as you pulled open the passenger door of the car and slid in.
Dean climbed behind the wheel, and started the engine before rolling down his window like you requested. He looked over at you, your head leaned back against the seat, your eyes closed, and your hands gripping the side of the bucket. "Just hold on. We'll be home in a few minutes." he said before pulling out of the parking lot.
      Dean climbed into bed beside you later that night after taking his second shower, you could still smell him after the first one. You had your back turned to him, and he started to gently rub his hand up and down your back, "Wake me up if you need anything." he said.
"Mmm Hmm." you hummed out.
"Get some rest, Sweetheart. Love you." he said.
"Love you, too." you mumbled, before willing yourself to fall asleep.
                                            Two Weeks Later
  You were on your knees in front of the toilet, dry heaving into the bowl, just like you had been almost everyday for the past two  weeks. Dean walked into the bathroom, concern written on his face, as he wet a rag and passed it to you, "Maybe you should go to the doctor." he suggested.
   You raised your head, "Just a little food poisoning." you said, as you wiped your face.
"Y/N, it's been two weeks. I don't think it's food poisoning." he said as he crouched down next to you.
"Then it's a stomach bug, a really bad stomach bug." you argued.
"Don't you think I would have caught it?" he asked.
"Maybe, you just have a kick ass immune system." you replied.
"Y/N." he sighed, this conversation had become a common one between the two of you the last couple of days, but you kept insisting that you would get over it any day now, and brushed him off every time. "What if you're..." he trailed off.
"Oh no, don't you dare even go there, Freckles." you warned. "It's a stomach virus, ok." you said.
"Y/N." Dean breathed out. "Just go to the doctor, please, or let me go out and buy a couple." he tried.
"Nope. You don't need to go out and by anything because I'm not preg...I'm not even going to finish that sentence because that is the furthest thing from the truth. I don't have to work tonight. I just need to rest up and I'll be fine in the morning." you said as you pushed yourself to your feet.
"You realize that you have said that every morning." Dean said as you were rinsing out your mouth.
You grabbed your toothbrush, "Have a little faith in me, Freckles." you said before popping it into your mouth. "I'll see you when you get home." you said around your toothbrush as Dean walked out of the bathroom.
        You were sitting on the couch, completely invested in the movie you were watching when you heard the front door open. You looked over your shoulder, expecting to see Dean, but you spotted a flash of red hair. Charlie walked into the room a few moments later, a plastic bag hanging from her arm, "What's up?" you asked as you made room for her to sit down on the couch.
"Well, I had a very interesting conversation with Dean this morning." she said as she sat next to you.
You rolled your eyes, "He's so dramatic. He's worrying over nothing. I have a stomach virus." you said.
Charlie shook her head, "You're going to be one of those women that just end up having the baby on the toilet because you are living in denial." she said as she dumped the bag on the couch next to you, numerous different brands of pregnancy tests landing next to you.
You scoffed, "Oh my God, seriously?" you asked. Charlie crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow at you. You knew you weren't going to get out of this. You snatched one of the test up, "Fine. I'm going to take it just to prove the two of you wrong." you spat out as you hopped up and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Charlie quickly scooped up the other tests and followed after you.
   The two of you stood in your bathroom, five pregnancy tests laying on the small counter in front of you. You sighed, "How long do these things take?" you asked as you rocked nervously back and forth.
"Shouldn't be too much longer." Charlie said. "Do you want to check them, or do you want me to?" she asked, knowing just how close you were to freaking out right now.
"I can't. I can't do it. You have to." you said, your situation finally sinking in, and if you were honest, you were a couple minutes away from a total breakdown. "You know what, we probably don't even need to look. Let's just get out of here. I'm sure everything is fine." you said as you tried to drag Charlie from the bathroom.
Charlie planted her feet, "Y/N, this isn't something you can put off." she said before turning to grab your shoulders, "I know you're scared right now because I am too, but I need you to understand that everything is going to be ok, no matter what." she said.
"Everything will be fine." you said, staring blankly ahead.
"That's right. Now you just wait right here, and I'm just gonna go take a little peek." she said, as she released her grip on you and slowly backed away.
You watched as she walked to the counter, and looked down at each one. "Well?" you asked, not sure if you really wanted to know the answer.
Charlie slowly turned around, "Looks like I'm gonna be an aunt." she said, a nervous smile on her face as she waited to see how you would react. She watched as you stood there in complete silence, "Y/N?" she asked as she slowly approached you. "Y/N, everything is gonna be fine." she said again, her words seeming to have no effect on you. She watched as you hung your head and your shoulders started to shake. She tried to prepare herself for the oncoming meltdown, "Hey, it's ok." she said, her hand coming to rest on your shoulder. She was completely thrown off when you looked up at her with a big smile, your laughter ringing out through the bathroom seconds later. "Ok, not what I was expecting, but laughing is better than crying." she said.
You threw your head back, her statement making you laugh harder, "Holy shit. Oh my fuckin'  God, it's like a really bad joke." you wheezed out. "Of course this would happen to me." you said.
Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "Can you really tell me you didn't expect it to?" she asked.
"I mean, were we the most responsible people? No, but I was on the shot, and figured everything would be ok. I should have fuckin' known." you groaned, your emotions yo-yoing up and down.
"Those aren't  100% effective, and you kind of suck at getting them on time." Charlie blurted out, quickly regretting it when she realized that it would probably only make you feel worse.
You nodded your head, knowing that she was right. "Do you think you could go grab me some water?" you asked,  out of nowhere, needing to be alone for a moment.
Charlie eyed you suspiciously, "Sure." she said, knowing that you were up to something, but she decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. "I'll be right back." she said as she walked out the door. She had only made it a couple of steps when she heard it slam behind her, the lock clicking into place a few seconds later. "Y/N." she said as she knocked on the door. "Don't do this. Open the door." she said.
"No." you squeaked out.
"Y/N, come on." she pleaded.
"Charlie, I...I just need to be alone." you said, as you stared down at the tests, fear and doubt overtaking you. "I'm fine...I just, I just need a minute." you said.
"I'm not leaving." she said, but you didn't say anything back. Charlie turned around and slid down the outside of the bathroom door. "I'll wait here as long as I have to." she said as she leaned her against the door, again met with silence from you.
          Charlie was still sitting against the door when Dean walked in. She looked up when she heard footsteps coming towards her, "She locked herself in." she said before standing up. "I'll get out of here so you two can talk." she said to him before turning to knock on the door, "Y/N, I'm gonna head home, let the two of you talk. Just remember what I said, and call me later." she said, waiting a minute for you to reply, and turning to leave when you didn't.
      Dean heard the front door close, and tried to figure out something to say to you. He knocked on the bathroom door, "Hey, it's me. Can I come in?" he asked, getting no reply. "Y/N, just let me in." he said.
"No." you squeaked out, knowing that if you didn't say something he would probably break down the door.
"Y/N, open the door." he said again, his voice a little firm.
"Leave me alone, Dean." you said, hoping he would take the hint. You sighed in relief when you heard him walk away, his footsteps becoming quieter the further he got from the door. You placed your head in your hands, your mind so jumbled that you couldn't focus on anything. Your head jerked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening, Dean standing in the doorway looking down at you, "Well, how the fuck did you do that?" you asked.
"Full of surprises, remember." he said before he noticed the tests on the counter. He walked over to them and looked down at them before picking one up and turning to you. "Guess, it's not a stomach bug after all." he said, attempting to make you smile.
You shook your head, "Nope." you choked out.
"Well, I looked into a few different doctors today. I'll make some calls in the morning and see if one of them can get you in." he calmly stated.
You looked up at him, your mouth hanging open in shock, "You what? What?" you asked.
"I looked into some doctors today. We should probably get you in there pretty quick. You know,  to make sure everything is ok." he said.
"How the fuck are you so calm right now? Why aren't you freaking out? Because I'm about two seconds away from a total breakdown." you said.
Dean shrugged his shoulders, "I mean, I can't really say it's a shock. I kind of expected it, and there's nothing we can do about it now. So, let's figure it out together. It might not be so bad." he said.
"Might not be so bad?! Dean, I have no FUCKING clue what I am doing. I am a hot mess, unstable, person. I mean, I really shouldn't even be considered an adult. I don't know anything about babies." you said.
Dean chuckled, "I don't either, but we'll figure it out." he said.
"No, no, you don't understand. I CAN'T be a mom. Have you forgotten who you are talking to? Dean, I work in a bar, one of my favorite words is fuck, and I am literally the most unqualified person on the planet for this. I can't cook, a few weeks ago I forgot about the pizza in the oven and almost burnt the house down. Babies can't eat tv dinners and cereal! Not to mention the fact that we aren't...we aren't...I don't know what we are. So, no we won't figure it out because I already know that I can't do it." you ranted, your chest heaving.
Dean sat down on the floor next to you, "I know exactly who I'm talking to. I'm talking to the person that, whether they want to admit it or not, takes care of people on a daily basis. You always make sure that everyone you care about has anything they need, no matter what, so we don't have to worry about that. You got the taking care of people thing handled, and babies are people. You'll be fine.  So, you work in a bar, who cares. You'll have plenty of time to learn a new favorite word, and I'll do the cooking. I know we haven't exactly put a label on us, but that doesn't matter to me. I love you, and you can call us whatever you want, it's not going to make me feel any different. So, you are going to get up off the floor, and believe me when I say that everything is going to be fine. We will figure it all out, together." he said.
"This is like a million different levels of fucked up. Don't you realize how backwards all of this is? I mean, look at where we started. Did you ever think you would be sitting next to me on the bathroom floor, telling me that you loved me, and that we would figure the whole pregnant with your bastard child thing out together?" you asked, a slight smile on your face.
Dean shrugged his shoulders, "When have we ever done anything the way we were supposed to?" he asked.
You nodded your head, "I'm really fuckin' scared." you quietly said.
Dean grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours, "Me too." he said before looking over at you, "But I know that I love you, and I know that we're gonna be ok." he said.
                                                    Two Days Later
   You were seated in the waiting room of one of the OB-GYN's that Dean had found, Dean by your side, your hand holding onto his in a death grip. "You know, it was probably just a false positive. We could probably go ahead and just leave." you said as you started to rise from your seat, your nerves overtaking you.
"Y/N, five positives are probably not false, sit back down." he said.
You rolled your eyes, "Maybe each one of them were defective, or maybe I peed on them wrong." you said, your leg nervously bouncing up and down.
"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I thought we had settled on that." he said.
"I know, but once we go back there it's gonna be real, and I don't..." you trailed off when you heard the nurse call your name.
"Everything is going to be fine." Dean said as he stood up and pulled you to your feet, your hand still gripping onto his as you were ushered down the hall into an exam room.
The doctor walked in a few moments later, and introduced herself. She walked the two of you through everything before telling you that she would like to do an ultrasound to see just how far along you were.
You were laid back on the exam table, your shirt pulled up, and a death grip on Dean's hand. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "It's ok." he whispered. You nodded your head, and took a deep breath before focusing your attention on the ultrasound machine.
"I'm ready." you said.
"This might be a little cold." the ultrasound tech said as she squirted the gel on your stomach. She brought the wand up and started to move it around, "Ok, let's see what we got going on here." she cheerfully said, as she focused on the screen in front of her. "Ok, you look to be about 8 weeks along." she said, still not facing you. You cocked your head to the side and tried to make sense of what you were looking at, "Ok, if you look right here you'll see baby A, and then if you look right over here you'll see baby B. Everything looks great so far. I'll print you guys out a few pictures." she said.
     Your brain finally caught up with you, "Two? There's two of them?" you croaked out, your grip on Dean's hand tightening.
"Oh, did you not know it was twins?" she asked.
You shook your head back and forth, unable to answer her question. Dean stepped in, "We didn't know. This is our first appointment." he said, his voice a little shaky.
"I am so sorry. If I would have known that I would have tried to surprise you a little. I thought you knew." she said.
"S-s-surprise us? Lady, you just surprised the fuck out of us. What in the hell are you talking about you would try to surprise us?" you asked.
She smiled nervously at you, "I, uh, I'll be right back with those pictures." she said before standing up and quickly walking out of the room.
You looked up at Dean, "Two. Two babies. What the fuck are we gonna do now?" you asked with tears in your eyes.
Dean knew you were on the verge of a full blown panic attack, "We're gonna figure it out. I promise." he calmly said, even though he was freaking out a little on the inside. "Everything is going to be ok. I love you, and we're gonna figure it out." he added.
You looked up at him, "We're gonna figure it out." you echoed.
Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead, "I love you, Y/N."
You took a deep breath and squeezed his hand, "Love you too, Freckles." 
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The Final Experiment Chapter 26: The Winter Soldier’s Child
Peter Parker x OC
A/N: Hello! It's me! After almost a year, here's a new bit to this series lol. Enjoy! (Also if you are fluent in Russian, I apologize for anything incorrect, Google Translate is my only resource)
I will no longer be linking things on new part posts due to dumblr and the link censoring, and just to be safe from any potential image post censoring, I will also not be including covers on my stories. All previous parts can be found in my masterlist, in my bio!
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        On the jet, I sat as far away from Bucky as possible. I was still mad at him, even though the logical side of me knew I just needed time. He kept looking at me, and it was starting to get irritating, but I tried not to lash out. I couldn't wait for the jet to land. We hadn't yet been debriefed so I'd have to wait for that too, but I was itching to get out into the field. Peter gave me an adorable grin and I smiled back, trying to shake the impending sense of doom. It’s not like I had a sixth sense or anything, but sometimes, I would figure things out subconsciously, and it would take my brain a while to catch up with a realization or to put it into words. Other times it was just a normal dose of anxiety, like any other agent might get when going on a mission so soon in a distracted mindset like this. I probably shouldn’t be going for that matter, but oh well.
        Peter caught my eye again, and smiled encouragingly. I nodded in return. He was easy to read right now. His body language was clear: slightly nervous, wanting to impress me, wanting to impress Nat and Bucky, and wanting to impress Tony. He obviously hadn’t done many missions with the team yet, and he wanted to make sure he did well in their eyes. With me, I could sense that it was less about showing off, and more about him making sure I understood what he was capable of. After all, I had never seen the full extent of his powers.
        The jet shakily began to lower. It must have been an issue with the cold, Northern Russian wind. From what I could see out the window, the sky was dark with large clouds. It seemed we might have an issue with weather… The jet touched down, and everyone gathered close for the debrief. There hadn’t been time for one before we left, so Steve and Tony were going to quickly give us the rundown before we went to investigate.
        “So what is the deal with this place?” I finally asked, breaking the odd, silent tension that had lingered since we left. It was like everyone was worried about Bucky and I being in the same, small space for so long.
        Nat reached over and pulled up the files on the holo-table for everyone to see.
        “This was a base for a Russian chapter of HYDRA,” Steve explained. “We aren’t sure if it’s still active, or when it was abandoned if not, but Tony’s sensors picked up some concerning data.”
        He nodded to Tony, who pulled up more data and some schematics and took over in explaining.
        “These guys have got some naughty stuff in the basement. Whether they wanted it to or not, something they’ve got going on down there is waking up. We’re here to find out what it is.”
        “Okay,” I said, mulling it over, “But why send us? SHIELD’s teams could’ve done a simple sweep. What’s different here?”
        “Slow down, smarty pants,” Tony chided good naturedly. “I’m getting to that… The sensors indicate the potential for an Avengers-level threat. These anomalies appear to be experiments of some kind, could be people, other life forms… or just some reawakening science projects. Whatever it is, it’s awake, alive, and raring to go.”
        “Has everybody without screen access gotten a good look at the schematics?” Steve asked.
        Those of us nodded.
        “Alright then. Nat, you and Kaitlynn head for the security headquarters, try to hack their system and give us eyes on their compound surveillance. Wanda, I want you, Pietro, and Peter with Tony, Thor, and I down on the detention level. If any of these experiments happen to get out of control, we’ll need your abilities to keep them in check. Bruce, hang back with Clint, Sam, and Bucky while they sweep for strays. Once the anomalies are under control, I want Tony and you for scientific assessment. If worst comes to worst, keep the Hulk on standby. Everybody clear?”
        At our affirmations, Steve nodded, then he and Tony led the way out.
        The base looked pretty typical, from my experience with HYDRA facilities: a large, gray, metal-and-cement compound, built into the surrounding landscape to disguise it. The doors were mechanical slabs of stone. Some quick work from Tony set gears in motion, and the doors slowly ground open.
        Natasha and I slipped inside, like a pair of shadows, splitting off from the main muscle group. In this moment, it was easy to see that we shared DNA. Some behaviors are learned, some are ingrained in your very nature. The way the both of us moved in our stealth modes was eerily similar.
        I led the way to the surveillance room, Nat covering my six. We both were silent, like invisible spectres, but the rest of the compound remained noiseless too. It was almost unsettling. I got the feeling this place was abandoned, and had been for some time now. So what had triggered Tony’s sensors?
        The door to the room was already open when we arrived, just a crack. With a small motion of my head, I pointed this out to Natasha. She nodded and took up a place on one side of the door. I took the other.
        Silently, she counted off.
        One… Two… Three.
        I kicked the door open, keeping my pistol up. Natasha was close behind. The two of us swept the room, relaxing when nothing turned up. Nat closed the door, holstering her gun. I followed suit.
        “We’re into the surveillance room,” she said. “Starting to scan for intel now.”
        I booted up the computers. They were old, but that didn’t make them any easier to crack. Nat and I sat side by side on the old, creaky chairs, going through lines of code until the old, black-and-white camera footage appeared on the monitors. We now had eyes on the team. Natasha let them all know, and upon their confirmation, I began to dig through the encrypted files stored away in the computer’s archives. Nat tossed a flashdrive to me, which I plugged in and began to transfer the files onto.
        “There’s a lot of video archives,” I muttered to her. “And more than a few of them are marked Zimniy Soldat i Rebenok.”
        Winter Soldier… and child.
        That bad feeling I’d had earlier was beginning to make sense now. I was dreading this mission because I’d been here before.
        Natasha and I looked at each other for a moment, then she sighed.
        “Well, I’ve never been here before… and Bucky didn’t mention it, so he must not remember.”
        “Or he does and he’s just hiding it again,” I muttered.
        Nat gave me a sharp, almost motherly look, and I relented.
        “Okay, okay… comm him and let him know what we found.”
        “Or you could,” she said.
        I clenched my jaw, really not in the mood for this, but I turned my earpiece on. Instead of only addressing Bucky, however, I spoke to the whole team.
        “Guys, we’ve got archive footage of the Winter Soldier…”
        Natasha watched me with an expectant look, but I said nothing else, so she rolled her eyes and spoke, “Winter Soldier and child,” she clarified.
        The others were silent for a moment, before Tony finally spoke up.
        “Alright, download everything, and we’ll debrief it together back at the base. How’s the detention level looking from up there? We’re nearing the location.”
        “We’ve got three cameras dark,” Nat said, typing commands into the computer.
        “But,” I interjected, flowing right along with her train of thought, “The ones that are operative are showing a few science kit type looking things… I’m not seeing any signs of life. Tony, you might want to go first, let FRIDAY scan for signs of radiation and whatnot.”
        “You got it, kid,” he said. “Steve, Thor, you hang back with the rest of the kiddos.”
        The sound of silence settled over the comms, the whole team waiting.
        At long last, Tony’s voice sounded out once more.
        “We’re clean on harmful radiation. Negative on major life signs.”
        “Does that mean minor life signs aren’t off the table?” I heard Pietro sass.
        “Yes, Speedy, that’s what it means,” Tony replied, in that infuriating yet endearing sarcastic tone of his. “Sam, bring Banner down here. Clint, contact SHIELD to have a cleanup crew sent here.”
        “Copy that,” Clint said.
        I sighed and sat back in the chair, glancing at Nat.
        “Well, so much for an Avengers-level threat,” I joked.
        “But not for nothing,” she replied, motioning to the flash drive.
        I looked down at the little stick, turning it over in my hands.
        “There’s probably a good reason he doesn’t want you remembering this, you know,” she said softly. “You know I won’t try to stop you. I actually think you have a right to know what happened�� But you need to be prepared for what you might see.”
        Considering her words, I slowly nodded.
        “Okay.”
        I felt like I should say more, but for once, I had no words. Luckily, I didn’t need to fill the silence, because Natasha stood and powered down the computers, no doubt leaving them for the SHIELD team to comb through.
        “Come on, kid,” she said. “Let’s meet up with the others.”
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A/N: So... dun dun dun! What do you think is on the flashdrive? Be sure to let me know in the comments!
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purplesurveys · 5 years ago
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How are you today? I’m doing okay. My classmates in my least favorite class, Newspaper Layout and Design, have been a big pain in my ass and I’ve been carrying the entire class on my back because no one has the initiative to start giving a fuck about the requirements (I’d want to not give a fuck either, but someone has to and I’m probably the most grade-conscious person in that class) – but it’s a Friday and I’m having amazing coffee right now so it balances out. Do you have mean comments that replay in your head and haunt you? Not really. Some days I’ll remember the one hate comment I got on my ask.fm which led me to delete my account altogether, but it doesn’t bother me because I kinda proved that person wrong eventually.
For context, they told me I should stop wishing to be in UP so bad and to actually pass the entrance exam first before I’m allowed to talk about how much the university means to me. Joke’s on them – I passed the UPCAT not long after. Doesn’t mean I’d forgot the demotivating message, though.
^If so, do you know why that is? I always want to please people and thrive on compliments, so I’m bound to remember every single bad thing anyone tells me. What are you currently worried about, if anything? I’m worried about my deadlines for my Layout class. The requirements are a group effort, and so long as my classmates don’t start moving, I can’t really pass my parts anyway because I have to wait on them. UGH Did you go Black Friday shopping this past Black Friday? Pls stop asking me first-world references
^If so, what was the best deal you got? Have you ever been Black Friday shopping? What is your favorite Thanksgiving food? Do you wear a watch every day? No. Wearing them always makes me feel like there is something on my wrist, and that bugs me haha.
Pineapple or pepperoni? I don’t like either. All-cheese pizzas are my favorite. What food makes you feel nauseous? Not to say that it makes me feel like vomiting or dizzy, but I was never really a big fan of blue cheese. I can handle it on my pizza and sometimes its flavor jibes well with the other cheeses, but the taste always sticks out so I’m not particularly obsessed with it. Have you ever seen a spirit? No. When you have your own house someday, what color Christmas tree do you want and how will you decorate it? I want it traditional, so I’m going with green. It’s gonna have all sorts of decor like baubles, snowflakes, tinsel, leaves, etc. My family has always made an effort to make our trees look super nice and detailed and I wanna pass that on when I have my own place and maybe even kids down the road. Name 3 youtube channels you've been loving lately. HiHo Kids, Mankalor, and Moon Jeongwon’s vlogging channel. Do you have a youtube channel? I do but it’s only so that YouTube can tailor my homepage to what I’m into at the moment, and so that I can like/dislike videos haha. I don’t post my own content. ^If so, does your family approve? ...I don’t think they should have an opinion about me owning a YouTube account. But in any case, they don’t really mind. What do you think about the new "for kids" or "not for kids" rules? Like, parental control? I guess it’s a good thing. Kids have always had very makulit hands and end up seeing stuff they’re not supposed to. Makulit is a Filipino word that defies translation, but I guess the closest thing to it is either mischievous or restless.
Case in point: Back when I was in high school, I was working at one of the library computers when these Grade 1 kids sat at the computer beside me. They were searching images of the movie Frozen and it was all normal for a bit, but they scrolled too far down and eventually they landed at this very questionable manip of Elsa and Anna doing some stuff that kids that age definitely shouldn’t be seeing. ^ Do they affect you? No. I’m neither a kid nor a parent. What is the most disgusting thing you have ever eaten? [slight trigger warning for the vegans!!! Sorry, Filipino cuisine can sometimes be a lot to take for non-Filipinos]  I’m super adventurous when it comes to food so I haven’t found anything I’ve tried disgusting. I don’t particularly like the flavor of bopis (pork/beef lungs and heart) and pinapaitan (goat and ox innards meat flavored with bile, tamarind and chillies), but I don’t find them disgusting, and I’d still eat them if that was served at a family party.
What food is so disgusting you could absolutely never eat it? Dog/cat meat. Do you like sushi? Love sushi. What color was the last sweater you wore? Gray. Name 3 material items on your wish list right now. Nintendo Switch, a new pair of shoes (wow I really am a grown-up), and cash. Are you planning on doing Vlogmas (for youtube) this year? No. Zoella’s the only person I know who still does lmao Have you ever done Vlogmas before? No. Have you ever made money off of youtube? Omg no Are you happy that the year is coming to an end? SO HAPPY. 2019 felt like it was three fucking years long. Have you ever bought a designer purse? I haven’t bought any with my own money. Do people tell you that you look sick when you wear a certain color? No? ^If yes, what color? Do you consider yourself creative? Not at all. ....outgoing? Kinda. It depends on the situation. If I’m meant to be doing something I like or hang out with people I know, I can be very outgoing; but if it’s an unfamiliar situation, I tend to be more shy and let other people lead the way. ....free-spirited? I don’t think I’d call myself that. ....shy? Yep, at first. ....socially awkward? It’s a hit or miss. Sometimes I’m great with socializing; other times I just miss the mark. Do you often feel alone? Mostly during the Christmas season. Otherwise it’s an on-off thing for me, but the loneliness is for the most part turned off. What could be the theme song to your life? I never know what to answer in questions like this. My life has had a lot of phases and it’s hard to sum it all up into a single song. List three new songs you've discovered this year that you like a lot. I Saw You In A Dream by The Japanese House, the Summer section of Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons (thanks, Portrait of a Lady on Fire), and Joji’s Dancing in the Dark. If you could win a shopping spree in any store, what would it be? Fully Booked. Do you wear jewelry often? Very seldom. List 10 of your favorite girl names. I list them on surveys all the tiiiiiimeeeeeeeee. Uhh Olivia, Mia, Arden, Harper, Juliana/Julia, Isabella, Elizabeth, Charlotte, Lily, Emilia. I’m feeling the name Eloise tonight too, so let’s throw that one in as a runner-up. List 10 of your favorite boy names. Miguel, Joaquin, Javier, Jacob, Mason, Noah, Liam, Seth, Leon, Luis. Andres is also good, so I’m putting that in even though it’s name 11. List 10 girl names (or up to 10) that you don't really care for. That’s so many and possibly offensive :((((( I’ll just go with boomer names like Sally, Linda, Agnes (sorry to my Lola, who’s named Agnes), Karen, Pamela, Susan, Brenda...and maybe more common ones like Angela, Marie, Sam. List up to 10 boy names that you don't really care for. Not a big fan of boy names in general, but ones I don’t particularly like nor dislike are names like John, George, William (lmao just naming all the royals now I see LOL), Benedict, Jeffrey, Donald, Michael, Daniel, Drew, Mark. How old were you when you found out Santa wasn't real? Five. I didn’t find out; I just put the clues together. Do you own a Polaroid camera? Nope. I want one though. ^If so, what color is it? List one past regret. The one dumb thing I did in one of my classes where I forgot to submit something on time, and I had to make do with a late submission, which would already have deductions. Do you own Converse, and if so, what color? i used to; they were red. I stopped wearing them after a bit though so my mom threw them out. We have white Chucks now – my sister brings them with her in her dorm but when she’s home, I’d borrow it sometimes. What color was your senior prom dress? Let’s plz avoid talking about the stuff we purposely want to forget Are you colorblind? No. Name the people you know who are colorblind. Nobody, other than the colorblind folk on Twitter/Tiktok who make wholesome videos separating different colors of Skittles or M&Ms heh. What's one pet peeve of yours? People who DRIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF TWO LANES YO WHAT’S UP WITH Y’ALL Would you ever consider a career in writing? Sure, I’m kinda headed that way anyway. What was the first thing you wanted to be when you grew up? Astronaut. What was your first favorite color? Purple. What is your favorite color now? Pink or black. Do you know a lot of people with the same middle name as you? Yeah, Isabelle is very common. But where I live it’s usually spelled Isabel or Ysabel. Do you like the name Brynn? Not really. It sounds very 2010ish, wherein people would give their kids double-N’s like Kaitlynn, Rylinn, Brooklynn, Ashlynn and I was never a big fan of that trend (except for Finn, Flynn, and Quinn, which I find cute). List five names you hate the spelling of. Literally those 4 names I just mentioned. Oh and in the Philippines, there’s this trend of putting H’s on otherwise normal names, e.g. Jhulia, Mhae, Ghabriella, Mhark...it’s common in the lower classes so I don’t judge, but like it’s just not really not my taste lmao. Do you watch Niki and Gabi on youtube? No. Do you watch Brooklyn and Bailey? No. ....Bethany Mota? No. But I did see her once when YouTube held a FanFest here in Manila and she was part of the lineup. ......Gillian Bower? ....LaurDIY? .....Family Fizz? ....Chronically Jaquie? No to literally all of those. Have you ever purchased a youtuber's merch? No they are always way too expensive lol ^If so, what did you buy?
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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 5 years ago
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In honor of Fabian’s abrupt and hilarious death, here’s a piece about him being so obnoxious that he gets kicked out of Hell.  Warnings for some descriptions of  torture (not in great detail, but kind of comically gruesome) and a vague reference to rape (NOT committed by Fabian, or any character we know). 
           Fabian Cortez – Spanish royalty, key member of the Upstarts, leader of the Acolytes, right hand of Lord Magneto himself and the chosen heir to carry on his legacy – was certain that there must have been a mistake.  Because his abrupt demise at the laser blast of a Sentinel had deposited him in what he was fairly certain must be Hell.  The screams of agony echoing out of the suffocating darkness certainly seemed to suggest that.
           Obviously, Fabian Cortez did not belong in Hell.  Obviously a mistake had been made.  Except that it was the fourth time this particular mistake had been made, and Fabian was starting to think that some celestial file clerk had it in for him.  Probably just jealous of how truly noble, pious and brave he was, outshining even the angels themselves.
           “Really, this is unacceptable,” Fabian grumbled, crossing his arms in the sweltering heat.  He stood at the end of a line that wrapped back and forth across an enormous cavern, the mass of people stretching out as far as the eye could see (not very far, in the smoke and dim light).  This was new, the last time he had fallen directly into a lake of fire, which had really done a number on his outfit.  And there had been piranhas, somehow.  
           “Of course it’s unacceptable, it’s Hell,” shrugged the woman just ahead of him, well-groomed and dressed in an expensive suit.  “What did you expect?”
           “I don’t deserve to be here!”
           “Sure you don’t,” the woman scoffed.  “No one does, right?”
           “I’m a hero for mutant rights!  My entire life, everything I’ve done has been for the cause!  I’ve never been anything but noble and selfless,” Fabian protested.
           “Oh, me too!”  said a young man who had just appeared behind him, apparently college-aged and oozing “frat bro” out of his pores.  “I’m totally a good person, man.  That accident wasn’t even my fault.  I barely had anything to drink, and what was that minivan doing out at like, 2 AM, anyway? It was just, like, bad timing.”  
           “No, no, you don’t understand,” Fabian said.  “I’m actually a good person, and there has been a terrible mistake!”
           “No, there hasn’t,” said the businesswoman.  She was attractive, despite appearing to be over forty (Fabian had some appreciation for beauties who aged with grace and dignity), with short dark hair and fine features.  “You belong here, just like me.  We chose this life, at least you could be honest enough to own it.”
           “You clearly don’t recognize me, woman.  I’m Fabian Cortez.”  He waited a moment for her memory to kick in, then frowned as the woman just raised an eyebrow at him.
           “The leader of the Acolytes?”
           “Oh, a terrorist, then.  That explains it.”  Clearly the poor woman was just overwhelmed by Fabian’s masculinity, and had become confused.
           “No, a freedom fighter for mutantkind.”
          “One person’s freedom fighter is another person’s terrorist,” the woman countered, giving Fabian a cold stare.  “I’ve read about some of the things the Acolytes did over the years. You’ve murdered people.  Justify that however you want, you’re still in Hell.”
           “You’re obviously too small-minded to understand,” Fabian bristled, deciding that the woman was not terribly attractive after all.  “I don’t belong here, and once the people in charge hear my case, they’ll agree.”  Fabian ducked under one of the metal railings, ignoring the angry shouts as he pushed people out of the way.
           “Hey, put in a good word for me, too, man,” the bro called after him.  “It wasn’t drunk driving, I was just buzzed. I’ve got a high tolerance.  And that thing with Kaitlynn last month was just a misunderstanding, she was totally into me before she passed out. It’s not my fault she changed her mind the next morning.  Mixed signals, right?….”  The young man’s voice faded out as Fabian continued to elbow his way through the crowd, disappearing into the smoke.
           As Fabian fought through the line for hours (or was it days?) the demeanor of the queue gradually changed.  At first the masses reacted angrily when he shoved past them – shouting invectives in various languages, reaching out to hit or claw at him – but their reactions slowly began to dull.  The people that now pressed in against him on all sides began to resemble penned cattle – glassy-eyed and stupid, without a hint of spirit or personality.  They would simply stumble forward or backward when he forced his way past them.
           How long was this line, anyway?  The back of the line had vanished from sight hours ago, and the front seemed no closer. He was lost in a sea of stupid, inferior humanity, holding him back, just as it had always been in his life. Perhaps there was no end to it? Perhaps the line itself was the torture? No doubt Fabian was the first soul in all human history with the insight to discover this trick – because, of course, he wasn’t really supposed to be there.  And he wasn’t going to let it continue.  
Fabian shifted direction, and pushed his way over towards one of the far cavern walls. It was, Fabian discovered, climbable, if one ignored the slime and stinging gnats, and the faces that formed in the stone and whispered surprisingly personal taunts to him.  The faces also bit, but he jammed his fingers into their eyes as he clambered up and over them.  Fabian endured the climb stoically (he definitely did not yelp and swear as the gnats tried to burrow under his clothing), and was rewarded to discover that the cavern wall did not quite meet the ceiling at the very top – there was a crack that he could squeeze through.  
           For a moment, Fabian shut his eyes against the glare that flooded the next room. In the next moment, emerging from the crack, he found himself tumbling down the rocky slope.  This side of the wall appeared to be on fire.  And there were cacti.  At least Hell provided him with some variety.  Landing in a heap at the bottom, he reflected that the screams had gotten louder.  
           “Shut up! I’ll be with you in a minute,” came a voice.  Fabian’s mouth snapped shut, cutting off the noise that he hadn’t been aware he was making.  He blinked away tears, brought on by the smoke and glare of the fiery cavern he had tumbled into.  (Not brought on by pain or fear, obviously.)  Somewhere under the wailing of the damned, there was an insipid pop song playing.  Fabian was certain he had heard it before, he’d know it for certain when the song hit the chorus, but the music seemed to constantly loop around, never quite hitting the most familiar part.  
He slowly climbed to his feet, taking in the sights.  A long assembly line stretched out before him, with demons manning various points.  People were being pushed onto a conveyor belt that carried them through various stations in which they were rolled in broken glass, rolled again in salt, then misted with what smelled like lemon juice.  In another corner, demonic toddlers chased the blind-folded and barefoot damned across a field of Legos.  A massive demon, lizard-like but with patches of mangled fur, stomped over to Fabian.
           “Couldn’t wait your turn, huh?”  It grunted. Fabian just gestured at the conveyor belt.
           “It’s certainly efficient, but don’t you think it’s lacking a personal touch? You always lose some quality when you move into mass-production.”  
           “See, that’s exactly what I said!” exclaimed another demon, absent-mindedly spearing a human that attempted to flee the conveyor belt, and flinging him into the Lego field.  “We need to be more hands-on, and really make the torment fit the individual-“
           “Alastor, we are not having this argument right now,” interrupted the furry lizard.  It grabbed Fabian by the arm.  “C’mon, onto the belt.  I don’t have time for stragglers.”
           Fabian yanked his arm back.  Hands on his hips, he straightened to his full height, tilted his chin up, and called upon the generations of wealth and privilege that had led to his own glorious self.
           “I’d like to speak to your manager.”
             It was days later, or possibly weeks, or maybe centuries.  Time in Hell tended to ooze slowly like a rotting sore. The demons had thrown everything possible at him, and Fabian had endured like a man.  Despite the screaming, and an embarrassing amount of crying that Fabian would never later admit to, he had refused to back down.  And most importantly, he had refused to shut up.
           He had demanded an audience with those in charge, despite being constantly denied.  He had explained to them, sometimes angrily and sometimes with slow, condescending patience, that there had been some kind of mix-up and he absolutely should not be in Hell.  Apparently this was a common ruse for the damned, which was quite irritating, it made it so difficult for the real cases like his to be resolved.  The demons laughed and mocked him, often while sawing off limbs and peeling skin away.  His body reconstituted itself after each round of torture, so it all seemed to flow in an endless loop.  Except….his demonic tormenters keep changing.  Fabian began to suspect he was working his way up the chain of command.
           He’d begun on the conveyor belt, which, he’d pointed out between screams, was really beneath his dignity.  Tossed in with the masses, as if he was no one important!  He’d spent time in the Lego field, and discovered that the demonic toddlers would rip your organs out if you managed to drop-kick one (but it was worth it).  A demon covered in flies had dunked him head-first in filth, ignoring Fabian’s protests that Hell should not lower itself to this juvenile crassness.  A creature that appeared to be made up entirely of sharp edges had jammed massive needles into every orifice Fabian possessed, and made some new orifices that weren’t supposed to exist.  Rather uninspired, Fabian had to inform his tormentor, any idiot could think of sticking something with a pin. A seductive female demon had teased him into frenzy, then transformed his penis into a giant snake that swallowed him whole. She didn’t seem to appreciate his constructive criticism that the symbolism was rather heavy-handed, and that she had completely misunderstood his psychological profile.  
           And so Fabian had been passed from demon to demon, each quickly giving up when they understood his pure and indomitable spirit.  Occasionally they tried removing his tongue, or getting rid of his mouth altogether, but it was always restored when his body reset for the next round.  The most recent fiend had moved Fabian’s eyes to the soles of his feet, and swapped the locations of his mouth and anus.  It was disconcerting, but tremendously childish.
           A sudden burst of hell-fire heralded the arrival of another demon, apparently someone important, as his tormentor dropped to his knees.  Fabian tried to get a good look by lifting one foot up, but grit was obscuring his vision.  
           “Is this one?  The soul that’s been giving everyone trouble?” demanded the newcomer, sharp and authoritative.  
           “I think I can break him, my liege.  Let me re-arrange him a bit more, then we’ll start in with the rotating knives.”
           “Enough, Berith, let me take a good look at him.”  Fabian suddenly found himself restored, blinking the dust from his eyes.  It took a moment for him to recognize the figure standing before him, but the figure was quicker.
           “Oh, by the pit!  It’s this asshole again!”
           “Mephisto!”  Fabian had met him after his previous deaths.  The self-proclaimed king of Hell had been rather unhelpful in sorting out whatever cosmic mishap kept landing Fabian in the wrong afterlife.
           “As you can see, it happened again.  A complete mistake.  Surely there’s some higher authority you can speak to, otherwise we’re just wasting both of our time.”  
           “How are you back here again so soon?  Did you return to the living and immediately step in front of a bus?  No, wait, I want to see.  At least that’ll be good for a laugh.”  Mephisto summoned a glowing sphere, and gazed into it, then burst into harsh, grating laughter.
           “We were under attack.  I heroically went out to help my companions –“
           “Hey, Berith, check this out,” Mephisto interrupted, expanding the sphere so that Fabian’s gruesome demise was projected on a large scale.  Fabian tried to make himself heard over the two demons cackling.
           “Look, Mephisto, obviously some error has been made.  If you’re quite finished, perhaps we can sort this out. I mean, letting this slide really doesn’t reflect well on your position as leader –“  Fabian was cut off, as Mephisto abruptly decapitated him.  This being Hell, of course, it had no major ill effects, besides being extremely painful and inconvenient.  Mephisto lifted the head by the ponytail, his burning eyes starring directly into Fabian’s.
           “Listen to me, you little speck of filth.  You have the gall to fall into my realm, and complain to me about leadership?”
           “Well, yes.”  Speaking was somehow still possible as a severed head, despite the strange sensation of his wind-pipe sucking at the empty air.  “You really need to-“
           “Shut.  Up. Shut up for once in your pathetic, delusional, narcissistic life.  You think you don’t deserve to be here?  You are selfish, arrogant, cowardly, cruel, manipulative and treacherous.  And worst of all, you aren’t even good at it. Every scheme has backfired, every plot has exploded in your face.  You don’t even have the dignity of being one of the worst people down here because you have utterly failed at every attempt at major villainy.  You aren’t even important enough for people to hate your memory.  Your life is an insignificant little blip in the universe.  You are unmourned, and quickly forgotten.”
           There was a moment of shocked silence as the wheels turned in Fabian’s (severed) head.  Something clicked, and he understood the truth at last.  He began to laugh.
           “Of course!  I get it! I understand now!  This is a test!  I am being made to endure these trials in order to prove my goodness and nobility.  Or perhaps my soul is being tempered in this fire, like a sword, to return to Earth in triumph and perform great deeds –“
           Mephisto screamed in frustration, and kicked Fabian’s head across the cavern. It bounced off a stalactite and landed by the genital-smashing station.  Fabian wasn’t particularly bothered, as he currently had no genitals to smash. A moment later, his head rejoined his body as he was restored again.  Mephisto was pulling him roughly to his feet.                        
           “You’re going back up,” the demon declared.  “I’ve had enough of your crap to last a millennium.  You miraculously survived the Sentinel attack,”
           “I’m fairly certain my body was actually disintegrated,” Fabian felt the need to point out.  He just didn’t want any screw-ups when returning to his physical form.  God forbid he wind up with scars.  
           “You miraculously survived,” Mephisto continued through gritted teeth, and suddenly the scene rewound and replayed itself in Fabian’s memory.  The laser hadn’t hit him at all, he’d heroically leapt of the way, heroically ducked behind a nearby tree, and then heroically fled the country in a strategic retreat.  That was, indeed, how it had happened.  The demon yanked Fabian forward by the throat, so the two were practically nose to nose.  Fabian could smell brimstone and rotting meat as the demon growled at him.
           “For Satan’s sake, stay up there a little longer this time, Cortez.  And find some way to get into the Other Side’s good graces before your next ridiculous death.  I do not want to deal with you ever again!”
           The fires of hell faded out before Fabian’s eyes, and suddenly he could feel a cool breeze against his skin.  The sun on his shoulders was pleasantly warm instead of scorching, and he could smell the ocean.  It was heavenly.  He took deep, grateful breaths of the refreshing salt air.  As light and color swam back into his vision, Fabian saw that he was standing in a familiar beach-side bar.  He smiled. This was exactly where he wanted to be. After that ordeal, he’d earned an extended vacation.  
           “Oh, fucking crikey!  Dom, it’s that wanker again,” exclaimed a voice.  Fabian looked up to see Pyro behind the counter with an expression of distaste.  Fabian assumed that Allerdyce was reacting to the presence of an unwelcome bar guest standing somewhere behind him, and was too flustered to give Fabian the friendly and courteous greeting that he deserved.    
           “What’s got you pissed off enough to go full Aussie, Johnny?”  Avalanche emerged from a back room, and scowled. Fabian glanced over his shoulder, trying to locate the customer that was causing such irritation in his two hosts.
           “Cortez?  You were just here!  It hasn’t even been a month.”  
           Fabian grinned at them both.  “Yes, I know you’re delighted that I am gracing you with my presence once again. How about a drink?  I’ve had a rather difficult morning.”
           “You’re not getting any more of our top shelf rum until you pay your bloody tab, Cortez.  We ain’t seen a dime of that supposed family fortune you keep bragging about.”    
           “My very presence must be drawing in all sorts of business for you gentleman, surely that has some value in itself?”  Obviously these two plebes had no idea how to deal with the upper crust of society. Demanding payment, as if Fabian’s word couldn’t be trusted, was so gauche.
           “You’ve been coasting on that for years.  We can’t restock the kitchen with your ‘presence.’  We want some actual cash,” Avalanche demanded.  Fabian patted the pockets of his costume.  It wasn’t as if Hell was well-stocked with ATM’s.  
He surveyed the bar – surely some enthusiastic fan would be willing to spot him a measly few thousand to get back on his feet?  The crowd appeared to be largely a collection of losers and morons (no wonder the co-owners were in such a foul mood), most of whom he could not recognize. He caught a glimpse of unruly dark hair and realized, with a sinking stomach, that Maximus was bent over some complicated mess of wires and circuitry that he had rudely spread across both his own and three adjacent tables.  Maximus could be useful, but he was also a royal pain in the ass, and Fabian did not have the patience to deal with him at the moment.  Luckily, the lunatic was completely engrossed in his work, and had not noticed Fabian’s arrival.  But then, off in the distance, Fabian spotted a likely prospect on the beach. His attention was first drawn by the gorgeous dark-skinned woman, whose flowing garments did not completely hide impressive curves.  But right next to her was a familiar face from the Upstarts – Shinobi Shaw.  Not exactly a friendly face, but close enough, and - more importantly - incredibly wealthy.  He wouldn’t grudge Fabian a couple of drinks on his tab, especially since his attention was taken by the weird bodily contortions that he was performing alongside the woman.  Fabian could only assume it was some kind of odd foreplay.
“Put it on Shinobi Shaw’s tab.  He won’t mind, we’re the best of friends,” Fabian commanded, turning back to the bar with a triumphant grin.  Pyro and Avalanche exchanged a long look between them, then Pyro finally shrugged.
“All right, then.  He probably won’t even notice.”  
“And Shaw actually pays once in a while,” Avalanche added.  “But we’re only gonna let you coast for about a week on Shaw’s account, then we want some actual money.”  
“Fine,” Fabian sighed.  It was not fine, and he would most certainly argue his case with these two crass, ungrateful, unsophisticated, money-grubbing peasants at a later date. But he had just rescued himself from Hell, and he did not need any more aggravation for the rest of the day. Instead, he took his drink and drifted out onto the beach, where Shinobi and the dark-skinned woman were now sitting cross-legged.  Fabian hoped they would have the decency to move to a more secluded area before they began their copulation.  Or perhaps he didn’t.  The woman would be a sight to behold after all the horrors of Hell, perhaps that was worth a glimpse of Shaw’s naked ass.
Shinobi opened his eyes as Fabian walked over to join them, but seemed too blissed-out to react to his presence.  Perhaps the copulation had already happened.  He merely nodded at Fabian.
“Decided to hide, too?  Good choice.”
“Strategic retreat,” Fabian corrected.  He wouldn’t tell Shinobi about jumping onto his tab, no need to bother his dear friend with petty details, especially when he seemed so at peace.  He’d find another time to discuss it, or possibly never. The woman remained perfectly still, but had also opened her eyes.  They were beautiful dark pools that seemed to draw Fabian in.  Her smile was brilliant.   
“Welcome, friend!  We’re just finishing a yoga session, but please feel free to join us in meditation.”
“That would be lovely, dear lady.  Just like you.”  Fabian let himself flop down onto the beach, sinking into the cool sand, hearing the soothing rhythm of the waves.  He was absolutely going to bed the woman, his charm would be irresistible.  But for now….this was nice.                  
 Notes:
Fabian is absolutely not going to bed Haven.  No one at the bar is going to sleep with her, they are all too sleazy.  But after a whole ficlet of Fabian being too annoying to stand, I wanted to end with someone actually being happy to see him.      
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tabloidtoc · 5 years ago
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OK, September 23
Cover: Princess Kate Middleton confirms twin girls 
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Page 4: Contents 
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Page 6: Britney Spears’ life is turned upside down after her ex Kevin Federline accuses her father of getting physical with their son 
Page 8: Katie Holmes vamps up her look after splitting with Jamie Foxx 
Page 9: Maddox Jolie-Pitt’s life in college, Megan Fox has gone completely overboard on plastic surgery, Keanu Reeves ready for fatherhood 
Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- Miu Miu -- Aubrey Plaza, Nathalie Emmanuel, Kiernan Shipka 
Page 11: Gabrielle Union, Lana Condor
Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Kyle Richards vs. Brie Bella, Bella Hadid vs. Lucy Hale, Katherine Schwarzenegger vs. Joey King 
Page 14: News in Photos -- Jennifer Lopez and Alex Rodriguez 
Page 16: Charlie Heaton and Natalia Dyer, Reese Witherspoon, Mel B and her dog Cookie 
Page 17: Lily-Rose Depp, James Kennedy and Raquel Leviss and dog Graham Cracker 
Page 18: Justin Timberlake and son Silas, Ben Affleck and son Samuel 
Page 19: Yara Shahidi and Tracee Ellis Ross and Tika Sumpter, Gigi Hadid 
Page 20: Kirsten Dunst, Chad Michael Murray and Sarah Roemer
Page 21: Victoria and David Beckham, Katy Perry 
Page 22: Whitney Port, Tori Spelling, Laura Dern and Scarlett Johansson 
Page 24: Kaley Cuoco’s luxurious estate 
Page 26: Amal Clooney laying down the law with George Clooney so he helps with their rambunctious twins instead of jet-setting with his friends 
Page 27: Kaitlynn Carter after Miley Cyrus’ money, Brendan McLoughlin working for Miranda Lambert, Jake Gyllenhaal ready to propose to Jeanne Cadieu 
Page 28: Dakota Johnson smothering Chris Martin, Vanessa Hudgens and Austin Butler headed for heartbreak as he goes to Australia to film Elvis biopic, Love Bites -- Miles Teller and Keleigh Sperry married, Zendaya and costar Jacob Elordi dating, Jonah Hill and Gianna Santos engaged 
Page 30: Cover Story -- Duchess Kate and Prince William are expecting two little princesses 
Page 34: Sarah Michelle Gellar and Freddie Prinze Jr. -- secrets of their marriage 
Page 36: 10 Most Memorable Emmy Moments of All Time 
Page 38: Interview -- Chace Crawford is back on top with a new hit show The Boys 
Page 40: Women’s Tennis Pros -- Madison Keys, Serena Williams, Maria Sharapova 
Page 41: Naomi Osaka, Caroline Wozniacki 
Page 46: Style Week -- Olivia Culpo 
Page 49: 5 minutes with Jasmine Sanders 
Page 50: Bobby Berk 
Page 54: Entertainment 
Page 55: Nolan Gould of Modern Family 
Page 58: Hayden Panettiere’s forbidden romance with Brian Hickerson 
Page 60: Hollywood Heat Meter -- Kevin Hart’s car accident, Ariana Grande suing Forever 21, Taylor Swift’s new album sales, Brad Pitt and Kanye West, Linda Hamilton, Sound Bites -- Scarlett Johansson, Liv Tyler, Jennifer Aniston 
Page 62: Horoscope -- Virgo Amy Poehler 
Page 64: By the Numbers -- Constance Wu 
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heterophobique · 7 years ago
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tbh it’s homophobic that everything
ya kno ???
yeah
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phoenixadegoke · 5 years ago
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ayo it’s me kaitlynn with my new character phoenix. i would do the same as I did with ibrahim and make a really nice intro and stuff, but i’m lazy and don’t wanna deal with photoshop right now. so i’ll do that intro later. so feel free to read the bullet points below about my babe phoenix!
phoenix is unemployed and wanders around doing whatever the hell she wants. she was raised in a kinda “hippie” home and they believed in freedom and living life as you wanted. her parents were totally chill about life and wanted her to do what she wanted and life her life. 
when she turned 22, she decided to do exactly that - whatever she wanted. she had been working for a couple years after receiving her associate’s degree when she was 19, and she decided she had enough with the whole accounting bullshit she was doing. sitting in an office every day doing boring stuff? nah. she purchased a volkswagen and redesigned the interior to make it like a tiny little home for herself, and then she was gone. 
she began traveling across the united states, stopping at random tourist places and enjoying her life. she wanted to keep going and exploring, until she remembered that this requires something important called money.
phoenix began to stop in random towns and do random jobs for people. she’s done a lot of mowing lawns, yard work, waitressing, really any random job she can find for a short period. she’s able to stay in towns for a month or two at a time and earn enough until she’s able to wander off to the next town. 
along with that, phoenix loves monster hunting and aliens and shit like that. she lived in del norte county, california for an entire summer because she wanted to see bigfoot. unfortunately, she did not see bigfoot. very sad moment for her, truly. but she likes to travel to places like that where there’s mysteries and she wants to see if she can see these strange things.
she ended up in perfection valley because of that. she heard about the giant worms and the aliens. phoenix was all the way in wisconsin at the time, so as soon as she had enough money saved up for gas down to perfection valley, she went there as fast as she could. during her drive, she heard about something to do with sharks, and she knew this was exactly where she wanted to go. 
as of writing this, she’s literally just arrived in perfection valley. this is her first day and she’s brand new. she’s just here with her light green volkswagen home ready to see some sharks and other monsters. 
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justalilnovice · 6 years ago
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TELL ME ABT KAITLYNN AND SEANS RELATIONSHIP PLS
ANON YOU HAVE MADE MY DAY
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AHEM
Anyways. 
They were pretty inseparable growing up, but would fight almost every day. It was more like competition fighting, to see who could do this better, that kind of thing. They spent most of their time outside mostly in the woods or down by the creek, fishing and catching frogs.
But then they would use said frogs and put them in someone’s drawer or hat and watch from afar as said someone gets the shit scared out of them. They got into a lot of mischief. They still do now, even as adults.
They eventually formed a very strong bond when they were left on their own after their father died, so they resorted to crime to earn money and make a living. They had (and still do) each other’s backs all the time, one took care of the other if things got out of hand for one of them. During their little crimes, Kait was the one to cause the distractions while Sean would sneak in back to take what he could; food, money, clothes. And the little buggers were real good at running, and fast too. It took them no time to be out of site, and they would be so giddy about it and gloat at how stupid their culprit was. This time of their lives is when they acquired all their skills, learned secrets and tid bits about each other they never knew. 
Kait took on being a good marksman, so Sean was usually the one to go in one-on-one while his sis backed him up from afar, but would run to the rescue if needed. The rush they both get from these jobs makes them so excited, they can’t stop smiling the entire time. It almost looks psychopathic, to some. To the gang, it’s just weird.
They haven’t lost their bond yet, and honestly it keeps the camp lively. They have their opposites though; Sean’s usually loud and boisterous, while Kait is usually quiet and keeps to herself. Sean prefers to drink, and Kait likes to chug water. Sean sometimes doesn’t know when to shut his mouth, and sis gets annoyed by it and tells him to shut it (thus ensues an argument). They have their moments of hatred and spite towards one another, but they usually get over it quickly by teasing and joking. They don’t fight for long. The thought of losing each other over a stupid joke or remark, or if they have a huge fight, it’s stupid to them. Besides those at camp, they’re the only family they have, and the only of their blood left alive.
They both care deeply about their Irish heritage, referring to old traditions and singing songs from their homeland (which they are very lively when they do, and they have good singing voices). Their culture is very important to them, and often compare it to America (and sometimes make fun of it). They will tell stories to the gang; tales, legends, myths, true stories. They get real into the story telling as well, because they know most of it by heart. 
Kait also plays guitar so she will dig hers out while Sean sings some home country tunes, and usually everyone catches along and begins to sing as well, clapping and tapping their feet. Kait and Sean are a lively bunch when it comes to songs and shanties.
But in the end… in Rhodes.
Kait doesn’t venture along with the men. When Sean is killed. When news of his death is brought back to camp, and she sees his body, her knees cave. And she’s crying hysterically. She’s the only one left now.
She gets real quiet the next few weeks, barely eating, barely sleeping, and you can catch her often at Sean’s grave, weeping silently, and sometimes draped across it. Kait never recovers from this, but she hardens up after a month or so after his death. It’s very concerning to Arthur and Hosea, especially since they’re like a father to her. She doesn’t return to normal after this, not for the rest of her life, but she moves on eventually. And almost every day, she sends a prayer up to her brother.
So there you have it anon. I hope that sums their relationship up
IF YOU HAVE MORE QUESTIONS PLEASE ASK
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