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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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orbit, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Ah, university. A time to get drunk, get laid, and (maybe) get an education. And Jeon Jungkook could do all those things. It was great. Until the moment he encounters an inescapable gravity, the kind of gravity that had already trapped all six of his friends... but left him out in orbit, circling alone.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, (too much) alcohol consumption, slow burn; smut (fem reader, dry humping, m-receiving oral, striptease, cock-warming, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - university!AU; a LOT of buildup; longhaired!Jungkook likes getting his hair pulled a little too much; Jungkook’s POV Technically BTS x reader, but we’re focusing on JK. :)

“Hey, you’re Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you?”

“Uh… yeah. That’s me.”

The slim, pretty hand slid into her backpack and she held out an iPhone to him.

“You’re friends with Kim Taehyung, right?” Her voice seemed a little hoarse. She was wearing a dark gray t-shirt with a leather jacket over it. “He left his cell at my place.”

Jungkook took it from her, frowning. “Ah, he’s not usually that forgetful.”

She waved a hand. “It’s fine. I wanted someone trustworthy to give it back to him.”

That was their first conversation.

When Jeon Jungkook entered university, he knew it was going to be different from high school. Bigger classes, more work, and completely monotone teachers as he struggled to stay awake during mandatory studies like Physics. What adult in real life uses physics anyway (besides physicists, of course)? At least he went to the same university all his friends went to, either as undergrads or as graduate students. Being with his friends was awesome.

Being smashed with his friends was even better.

The first time he saw her, she was standing in the corner of the party. It was at someone’s house with way too many people in it and everyone only vaguely knew the host. He was celebrating the first complete week of university by getting absolutely plastered (as one does). He noticed her right away because she was wearing a thick black choker with a silver ring on it and an oversized band tee. She wore a gray flannel over it like a jacket. Chunky combat boots, very different from the other girls in their high heels. The sharpest black eyeliner he had ever seen, paired with a red-stained lip.

She was also taking shots.

Surrounded by guys, in some sort of contest. She was throwing them back and two guys were beside her at a table, absolutely fucked. Heads on the table, unable to touch their shots, looking green. She clinked her glass down triumphantly and slammed her hand on the table, curling the other towards her.

Jungkook watched as money was slapped on the table.

She grinned and gathered it towards her, pocketing it in her flannel’s chest pocket.

“Nice try, boys.”

Jungkook looked away, quite impressed. Then Park Jimin fell over at something Kim Taehyung said and Jungkook had to catch the smaller man. He was laughing way too hard that something only mildly funny, but everyone was laughing because they were losing it. The night went on. Someone had retrieved a beach ball from the backyard and was throwing it around the party, making a fucking mess. The beach ball bounced off of Min Yoongi’s red face. He looked incredibly disgruntled and Jung Hoseok lost it, rubbing Yoongi’s nose soothingly even though he wasn’t hurt. Kim Seokjin threw it back into the chaos by headbutting it.

And Kim Namjoon was nowhere to be found.

Jungkook frowned. Also, he needed to pee. He yelled around for the bathroom and someone pointed in some random direction. Jungkook followed it, his bladder ready to explode. Eh, if worse came to worse he could just find a random bush in the backyard or something. He opened random doors, but they either had more people or people in various stages of fucking. Then he saw the open bathroom door down the hallway and two people two feet away from the doorframe.

The two people being Kim Namjoon and the young woman he saw earlier.

Namjoon had his fingers curled around the silver ring on the choker, pulling down as he pressed her against the wall, making out with her exposed shoulder. His beige sweatshirt already had a red kiss print on the collar, paired with a purple hickey. Her palms were pressed flat, snickering as Namjoon rolled his hips into her ass.

Jungkook turned around and decided to find a fucking bush.

The second time he saw her, she was wearing an oversized beige sweatshirt, no pants, scratching the back of her head. Black ankle boots with black thigh-high stockings. He was at the dining hall, waiting in line. She sat at the of the tables, across Jung Hoseok. Even though it was the middle of the day, she still wore sharp black eyeliner and a dark red lip stain. She was nodding, one of her hands playing with Hoseok’s pastel tracksuit sleeve. Hoseok was blushing, looking a little sheepish. She just shook her head and said something. Hoseok’s cheeks grew redder and she leaned over.

And kissed him.

Jungkook blinked. The cashier snapped her fingers to get his attention.

“Oh! Sorry,” he apologized quickly.

When he looked back, the table as empty.

The third time he saw her, he was at the club. He was knee-deep in an argument with Kim Taehyung about how building Iceborn Gauntlet was a lot more useful on Ezreal than Triforce because it allowed you to get off more autoattacks with the slows and helped you survive with the extra armor. Plus, the twenty-percent cooldown! Taehyung was rolling his eyes and telling him building damage was much better.

“Then build Infinity Edge if all you care about is damage!” Jungkook roared.

Park Jimin’s eyes were glazing over. “Guys, can we stop talking about League of Legends? I have no idea what you’re saying anymore…”

She caught his eye because she was wearing a pastel track jacket with a black t-shirt dress under it. And because she was pressed against Kim Seokjin in a booth, making his ears red as he spoke to her. The same sharp winged liner and a wine-red lipstick. She hooked a bare leg over Seokjin’s jeans. The older man jumped, but didn’t push it away. The silver tipped toe of her black boots rubbed against his other leg as she smiled. Her hand was on his navy t-shirt, tracing the embroidered white flowers. She placed her lips against Seokjin’s ear and whispered something. Seokjin’s plump lips opened into a small ‘o’. Her pink tongue slid out from between her lips and she licked his earlobe. Seokjin turned his head sharply to face her.

And she kissed him.

“Hah, here, got you a beer.”

Taehyung clinked the beer bottle down, still pouting. “I still think you’re wrong, but for Jimin’s sake I’ll shut up about it.”

Jimin whined. “Thank God, because I was starting to fucking lose it.”

When Jungkook remembered to look back at the booth, Seokjin and her were no longer there.

The fourth time he saw her, Jungkook was pissed.

He had gone to bathroom and came back to no friends. The fuck? Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung had just fucking disappeared. Like, yes, Jungkook had to throw up to prevent himself from getting alcohol poisoning and had taken longer than he anticipated, but still. What month of university was this? Whatever, not late enough to get fucking abandoned. He could understand if one of them was trying to get laid, but they were not drunk enough to forget he existed without so much as a text.

Earlier, Jungkook had been dared to shotgun way too many beers in a row compared to the amount of money he won. He still won though, so that was lit.

Anyway!

He had to throw up because it was disgusting. And now he felt much better, except for the fact that his friends were fucking gone. Dumbasses.

This party house was much bigger, much louder, and much rowdier. Whoever owned this house was loaded and they had tons of alcohol. Jungkook even swore he had seen drugs, but his friends told him to be careful and not fuck around. Getting expelled wasn’t on Jungkook’s list of things to do anyway, so he didn’t even bother to look.

Instead, he went on a familiar routine of opening random ass doors to random ass people, either way too drunk to notice him or way too occupied with fucking to care about his existence. Whatever. Where the fuck were those two loons?

And then he opened the door Jimin and Taehyung were behind.

They didn’t see him. Jimin’s head was tipped back against the headboard of the king-sized bed, hands clasping the hair of a woman Jungkook was beginning to see way too often. She was wearing a navy t-shirt, and her head was between Jimin’s legs, her hands clutching his pink dress shirt and Taehyung railed her from behind, eyes closed, white t-shirt drenched with sweat. The rough movements made her shirt flutter. Jungkook spied the white, embroidered flowers amongst the navy folds.

Jungkook closed the door and decided it was time to go home. Fuck those guys.

Not literally.

Well, it was happening right now. Technically.

Jungkook sighed and marched back downstairs, trying to figure out how he was going to scrub his eyeballs to erase the image from his mind forever.

Jungkook liked to hang out at Min Yoongi’s apartment. Yoongi didn’t live in the dorms because he was older and a grad student. Jungkook often went there to study because Yoongi practiced piano and guitar all the time. It was nice to study to some background music. Yoongi usually didn’t care if he was there or not. He had opened the door in a dark gray t-shirt with a skull graphic, yawning. The shorter man looked even shorter in his baggy black sweatpants.

“Oh, it’s you,” Yoongi mumbled. “Come in.”

Jungkook made himself at home, taking out his papers and textbooks on Yoongi’s coffee table. Yoongi busied himself around the apartment, making himself a coffee before going back to his bedroom which was also a makeshift studio. Soon, Jungkook began to hear synth beats, samples, and Yoongi’s pensive noises he made when he was thinking. This was fine too. Yoongi also often mixed music or was in the middle of making his own. Jungkook missed the piano, but rapper Yoongi was just as cool as piano Yoongi.

Jungkook stayed there for a while. Yoongi bought him lamb skewers for dinner. Sweet.

Maybe he shouldn’t party so much. This was nice too.

And now, a week later, Jungkook was staring at the same dark grey t-shirt he had seen that night at Yoongi’s. He was sure it was the same one, because he could see the skull graphic on the center of the shirt underneath her leather jacket. He tilted his head and frowned. She nodded and turned around, walking away from him. She didn’t say anything more.

Jungkook stared at Taehyung’s iPhone and then at her retreating back.

The fuck?

So, he waited.

Clearly, she knew who he was, because she had said his full name when they talked. Jungkook was going to ask Taehyung when he returned the phone, but Taehyung had just shrugged.

“Just hanging out. Don’t worry about it.”

Yet it was the end of the semester and…

Nothing.

The next semester started and still.

Nothing.

Jungkook saw her all right, wearing a pink dress shirt over a white t-shirt as she walked to the library, black backpack slung over her shoulder. Not just there, but fucking everywhere, at all the parties, all the clubs, in the hallways, and on his way to class. Wearing the clothes of his friends like they were badges of her conquests. They had to be, otherwise why the fuck would she have them? And none of his friends said anything. Nothing! Obviously, every single one of them had hooked up with this woman and every single one of them acted like they hadn’t. Even Min Yoongi, who was too lazy to even go to most of the parties or outings. How she had managed to bang him was beyond Jungkook.

And the fact that she didn’t even try to hook up with him was beginning to infuriate him.

He knew he wasn’t ugly. Jungkook received enough compliments to assure himself of that (plus his mom always reminded him, thanks Mom). He had drunken sex just like everyone else. It wasn’t like he didn’t make himself available. He was in her vicinity. In her orbit. Always on the periphery.

And she did nothing to acknowledge his existence.

Why?

Jungkook didn’t get it. And he didn’t like it either.

“Newton’s law of orbital motion.”

Jungkook’s eyes were glazing over. His professor’s voice was the equivalence of white noise. Why was Physics split over two semesters? Ugh. Whatever. That wasn’t the problem right now.

The problem was, he was going to get laid by this mysterious woman and he was going to do it at this weekend’s party.

Yeah, well, that was as far as Jungkook got with that. How was he supposed to start the conversation? Yo, you fucked all my friends, what gives? What about me? He could try to pick her up normally, but his ability of picking up women was talking to the ones he knew were interested in him first. And she was evidently not that, because he was just a damn asteroid floating mindlessly in her space. Probably not even an asteroid. Just a fleck of space dust.

He groaned and slumped down on his notebook, copying the stupid equation with a grumble.

Yoongi had a hickey and Jungkook knew who it came from because she was wearing the same black-and-white long-sleeved shirt Yoongi was wearing yesterday. Yoongi yawned and shrugged his jacket over it, but Jungkook saw it immediately.

What the fuck?

Jungkook fumed into his beer, the plastic cup shaking. How? Why?

And Yoongi again?

She was in the kitchen, chatting with a guy, stretching her arms he placed a mojito in front of her. The action made her shirt ride up and the short, short black shorts became visible. The hem sunk into her soft thighs, just a tad too small. It made Jungkook’s mouth water.

She thanked him before wandering back into the crowd, holding her cup. Ponytail bouncing, high-fiving some guys. Yoongi was on his phone, texting. Hoseok and Jimin couldn’t make it because of dance practice and Namjoon was working on some sort of seminar paper. Taehyung and Seokjin had dragged Yoongi out – “Eh, I have to watch out for you idiots anyway,” was Yoongi’s grumble as he picked up his car keys – and Jungkook tagged along because he was bored. Taehyung and Seokjin were playing was very drunk Twister for some reason and Yoongi had declined – “You’re all idiots” – leaving him with Jungkook. Which was fine, because Yoongi had a comfortable energy about him. Jungkook liked being in silence with him. Yoongi wasn’t drinking because he was driving.

So Jungkook was spacing out, watching her move amongst the crowd. Her free hand absentmindedly flicked up the back of her long shirt – well, Yoongi’s shirt technically – and pulled out her phone. The curve of her ass was clearly visible against the white parts of the shirt. She looked at it and typed something, hands tucked into the sleeves.

Yoongi’s phone buzzed next to him.

Jungkook’s mouth thinned into a line. He snuck a glance at Yoongi who, completely expressionless, responded. She was peering at her cell again and smirking.

Was it possible to pop a vein just by standing there?

Jungkook finished his beer.

“I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook didn’t see Yoongi raising as eyebrow as he stalked off.

Was he overthinking this? Was it a conspiracy? His brow furrowed as he moved closer to her. She turned her head in his direction and her eyes widened.

And she bolted.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Jungkook ran after her, pushing through the crowd, but she was much faster and knew where she was going. Twenty seconds in and he had lost sight of her. He stood in the center of the packed patio, confused as shit. When he got back to Yoongi, Yoongi was listening to something with his headphones.

“Something happen?” Yoongi asked absentmindedly.

“Who’s the girl you fucked last night?”

Yoongi paused. He removed a headphone from his ear. He tucked his tongue in his cheek and looked up at Jungkook, who was putting on his best annoyed face. Yoongi’s eyes shifted from the crowd and then back to Jungkook. He shrugged.

“Does it matter?”

“Why is there a woman wearing your shirt?”

Yoongi frowned. “A shirt’s a shirt. Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?”

Jungkook made a face. He narrowed his eyes as Yoongi gave him a confused look.

“She just ran from me…”

Yoongi shrugged again. “I mean, you look really angry. I’d run from you too if I was a stranger.” He went back to his phone, scratching his cheek with his free hand. “Maybe she thought you were someone else.”

Was he going crazy?

The, uh, fifty-seventh? Who cared, Jungkook had lost count now. Once again, he spied her from across the sidewalk, in the crowd of students, holding three folders stuffed full with papers and balancing a coffee and her black backpack. Red crop top with a leather jacket and tight black jeans. At least it didn’t look like she had stolen anyone’s clothes this time… unless that jacket was from someone… Or even the crop top, because it wasn’t like Jungkook knew what her sexuality was to be honest.

Anyway!

Jungkook stopped walking. Their paths were going to cross if she continued walking. She took a sip from her coffee, leaving a red lipstick mark. She scowled at something on her folders. A piece of paper. She clicked her tongue, lashes looking downward, the same winged liner as usual. The paper flapped in the wind and she pushed it against her chest, looking perturbed.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Er, hello.”

She didn’t even look at him. She was chewing her lip, thinking. Jungkook had to stand in front of her for her to realize he was speaking to her.

“Oh.” She snapped out of her thoughts and stopped walking, tilting her head at him. “Um… Jeon Jungkook, right?”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Er, yes. That’s me.”

She nodded. “Kim Taehyung’s friend, right?”

And Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Kim Seokjin’s friend, he thought with annoyance.

She blinked at him.

“What do you want?”

To FUCK because obviously you fucked everyone else!

Jungkook didn’t say that. His id definitely wanted to say that, but his superego told him to shut the fuck up. So that left Jungkook scrambling to think of an answer.

“Ah… I just so happened to see you last weekend. At that big party in the white house.”

She blinked and nodded. “Uh… huh.”

She did not seem to remember that she ran from him. Okay, fine. Take two.

“The shirt you were wearing… it’s Yoongi-hyung’s, isn’t it? He asked if I could get it back,” Jungkook lied.

She frowned. “Min Yoongi? You know him too?”

“Yeah. He’s my close friend.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Huh. Alright, I’ll talk to him about it the next time I see him.”

Or fuck him, he thought bitterly. “You could just give it to me.”

She chuckled. “For one, I don’t have it with me. And, for two,” she continued, small smirk on her lips. “I’m not giving it back. Thus, Yoongi and I need to have a little discussion about that.” There was a dangerous glint in her eye. “But it’s sweet of you to try anyway. Gotta get to class now, so see you, Jeon Jungkook.”

She brushed past him.

Is it that weird for a girl to own a shirt I also bought from a store?

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. He spun around. She was already ten feet away. Students milled about, hurrying, hurrying. He didn’t have any classes after this.

He followed her.

He sat outside the lecture hall. It was an upper-level psychology class. He could see her from the small window in the door and fiddled with his phone. There were less than thirty students and everyone was listening intently to the animated professor. She was focused, writing notes and answering questions when asked. She looked… normal. Just a normal student with normal priorities. She didn’t look like someone who could take shots like a champ and fuck literally every single one of his friends.

Maybe Jungkook was the crazy one.

He frowned, staring at his phone. Why would Yoongi lie to him? Well, it wasn’t like he was obligated to tell Jungkook anything about his sex life. In fact, he was probably thrown off by Jungkook asking him straight out, because who the fuck does that? To top it all off, she didn’t actually have to fuck him if she didn’t want to. If for some reason she wasn’t attracted to him (possible, Jungkook thought), then why was he trying? That was just rude.

Jungkook spun his phone around in his hands. Then he got up and grabbed his bag. His eyes flickered to the door.

She was staring straight at him, one hand under her chin, smirk on her plump lips.

And she winked.

Jungkook froze. What? That was literally the only attention she had initiated with him during all his time at university. The class seemed to be on break, with students talking amongst themselves and the teacher sipping his coffee at his desk. She cocked her chin at him and then raised her phone, tapping the screen. He looked down at his, not even realizing he had a new message.

From Min Yoongi-hyung.

Why are you lying and involving me?

Jungkook jerked his head up, but she was facing the other way now.

He ran.

“Kind of weird that you don’t want to come to the party, but, okay, man,” Taehyung was saying. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”

Yeah, because if she was there, Jungkook could not look her in the face. He also couldn’t look Yoongi in the face either. Not that Yoongi ever brought it up again or even sent another text after that. Jungkook hadn’t even responded to it. He ran a hand through his long hair, staring in the mirror as Taehyung chatted with him.

“Alright, I’m off. Let me know if you decide to show up.”

Jungkook sat in his dorm, shirtless. He didn’t have a roommate – he had one of the few single rooms to himself. He didn’t really want a roommate and none of his friends lived on campus anyway. He liked his own space. Plus, it made fucking someone a lot less awkward if he was living alone. He fell back against the bed. He didn’t actually have a paper to write. He had written it earlier and it was good enough. He just…

Didn’t want to make a fucking fool of himself again.

Jungkook rubbed his forehead. This whole situation wasn’t even a situation. It was him in his head dreaming up stupid shit. It didn’t actually matter. It was only filling his head with confusing thoughts and indecision.

But still… why?

He placed his right forearm over his eyes. The black script tattoo was healing and he was planning to add more soon. He sighed, thinking. He worked out. Had a (more than) decent face. Got pretty good grades (for someone who didn’t try very hard). So, why? Did she really not consider it, not even once? They were around the same people, the same crowd, and never? Not even in a drunken stupor? Jungkook clicked his tongue. Did she have a type? It didn’t seem like it; everyone in his friend group was very different, looks-wise and personality-wise. She was attractive, of course. You couldn’t sleep with that many people and not be hot. Juicy thighs, perky ass, nice shape to her tits. A playful face with a smile that made you fall in love. Dimples on both cheeks when she laughed really hard. Ugh. So cute. Lovely-shaped lips that reminded Jungkook of Jimin’s.

Okay, that last thought was a little weird.

Anyway!

Jungkook sighed again. He sat up, intending to get on his computer and play something. Maybe Overwatch or League. He looked down at his gray sweatpants. Oh.

Well, maybe he should jack off first.

Before he could decide however, there was a knock on the door. The RA? He got up, shaking his sweatpants. Hopefully the bagginess would mask it. Plus, talking with the RA wasn’t sexy, so he was pretty sure his dick would pass out by then anyway.

Jungkook opened the door.

She smirked at him.

Jungkook closed the door.

She shoved her black boot in the opening, preventing him.

“No, you don’t, Jeon Jungkook.”

He backed up, shell-shocked. She pushed the door open and walked into his room. Hair over her shoulders, the same winged eyeliner and red lip stain. The black collar with the silver ring, the same one she had worn the first time he saw her. Pink dress shirt, the one she grabbed as Jimin face-fucked her. White t-shirt underneath, the one Taehyung had worn as he fucked her from behind. Both too big for her, so she wore no pants. Just thigh-high white socks and her thick-soled black boots with the silver tips, the ones she wore when she sat in the booth with Seokjin.

In short, Jungkook’s dick snapped to attention like a scared newbie army recruit.

She tucked her tongue in her cheek and raised her eyebrows at him. Jungkook seemed to come back to reality and slapped his arms across his chest. He was shirtless, after all.

“H-how did you figure out what dorm I was in?” he sputtered. “And w-what room?”

She tilted her head. “Friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, of a friend… of a friend,” she said slowly, tongue poking out a little from between her lips when she paused. “I know some people.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly. “W-well, why are you here?”

She kicked his door casually behind her. It slammed shut, making him jump.

“Because,” she drawled, holding up her hand, lowering a finger as she made each point. “One, you decided to speak to me, only to lie to my face. Two.” Another finger went down. “You stalked me outside my Psychology of Anger class. Three.” Down it went. “When you realized you got found out, you ran away. Four.” Down. “Every time you see me walking around campus, I see you throwing yourself in the opposite direction as if you’re being attacked. Yeah, I notice, because you’re not subtle about it,” she added, chuckling. Jungkook felt his ears turn red. “And finally, five.” Her hand was a fist now. “Before that, you gawked at me every time I happened to be within eyesight of you. With your big round eyes, almost as if you were spacing out. Sometimes with your mouth open.” She twisted her lips to one side for half a second. “Kind of disorienting, really.”

Jungkook thought back to all those moments. Her eyes on him when he saw Namjoon press her against the wall. Her eyes flickering towards him when she was at the table with Hoseok. The shift when she was kissing Seokjin at the booth. Oh, God. The half-second before he closed the door, her eye on him as she sucked Jimin off. The light on her face as she was reading Yoongi’s text on her phone, her pupils on him. She knew. She knew, she knew, she fucking knew.

Jungkook’s lips parted. “Then why… why did you run?”

She raised her eyebrow. Then she nodded her head slowly, finally understanding. “Ah. Yes, that time at the party. I thought you were some kind of weird stalker, honestly. I really don’t have time to spend on creeps.”

A shameful shiver slid down his back. She thought he was a creep. Of course, she did, because literally everything he witnessed was sexual in nature and he was fucking ogling the entire time, holy fuck.

She cleared her throat. “Anyway, the rest of the guys straightened me out.”

Rest of the guys? What? THEY ALL KNEW TOO?

“You just want to fuck.”

God, Jungkook thought. If there is a God, please just open the Earth and throw me in Hell right now.

“I-I don’t–what–that’s preposterous–how would you even know–”

Jungkook was tripping over every word as she stood there, tapping her foot against the ground. He lost track of his thought and made a strange noise of defeat. Her lips curved into a slow smile.

“Well, technically, I didn’t know,” she said slowly. “I guessed and it looks like I guessed right.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Oh holyfuckingshitcrap.

If Taehyung or Jimin were witnessing this right now, they would have face-palmed.

She licked her lips. It made Jungkook’s stomach flutter uncomfortably.

“Anyway, I figured it would be better for you to be alone when I told you this.” She shrugged. One shoulder of the pink dress shirt fluttered down, revealing a shoulder. “It seemed like it might have been embarrassing for you, and judging by your beet-red face and tomato ears, I am correct.”

Jungkook slapped his hands on his cheeks. “W-what, of course not, hahaha…”

“You got a tent in your pants, kid.”

He looked down and tore his hands from his face to place them over his crotch. “Erm.”

She chuckled and shrugged again. “Well, since that’s the case, I’ll leave you be then. Just didn’t want things to be weird between us, that’s all. And found out you aren’t a creep. Only a shy, awkward boy.”

Then she turned around and reached for the door handle.

Jungkook crossed the space between them within two steps and slammed a hand on the door, preventing her from opening it.

“Wait.”

He was staring at the back of her head. Her hair had a warm, herbal scent. He could see the slope of the pink dress shirt, outlining her shoulder blades under the thin white t-shirt. He was so close that he could even spy he straps of her pink bra underneath the white fabric. Looked even further and he spotted the point that the dress shirt stuck out a bit from the curve of her ass.

“I’m not… a boy,” he said slowly. His voice came out lower than he thought.

He heard her make a light scoff.

“You expect answers without asking the questions,” she replied, still not turning around. “Not everything will be handed to you just because you’re cute.”

Pause.

“Boy.”

Jungkook knew how she managed to sleep with all of them now. She pressed every single one of his buttons, perfectly, within a single conversation. He placed his other hand on the door, fingers spread out. Took a step forward and pressed his body against hers, relishing in the softness. One of his hands slid down and snaked between the space of the door and her face, cupping her chin. He pushed it up so her eyes met his. Her teasing, perfect eyes.

“Wanna fuck, then?” he breathed against her forehead.

Her lips curved into a slow, foxlike smile. For a half-second, Jungkook thought she would say no.

“Now we’re talking.”

Jungkook had experience. He knew what women liked. But he did not know what this woman liked, because this woman was the embodiment of a fucking enigma. And at this point he was quite sure she had him mostly figured out. For instance, she pressed back against him, ass perched right on his cock, making him gasp. Her hand came up and she slid his fingers up her chin, opening her mouth slowly. He stared, transfixed. Her pink tongue slid out and she pushed two of his fingers in her mouth, wrapping her warm, wet tongue around them.

Sucking on them. Slipping her tongue around his fingers, single eyebrow lifted as she drenched them with saliva, so wet that his cock twitched at the thought of being in that hole. She placed her lips around them and used her tongue to push them to the roof of her mouth, sinking down to his knuckles.

Jungkook really couldn’t breathe, watching his dirty display of power.

Her hand was still wrapped around his. Slowly, she pulled his fingers out of her mouth, strings of saliva snapping as his fingers trailed out with a small pop. Jungkook shivered. The pink dress shirt was sliding down her arms, onto the floor.

She straightened her head and turned around slowly. She kicked the shirt aside, looking up at him through his lashes. His heart was beating so fast that he thought it was going to beat out of his chest.

“Why… why do you take their clothes?” Jungkook whispered.

She grinned. She looked down at his bare chest. Reached out, fingertips dancing in the air. Her nails slowly made their way up the ladder of his abs, eyes finding his once again.

“I like to remember who did a good job fucking me,” she replied steadily, so calm and cool that it was ruining him, driving him insane. “Let’s see if you’re so lucky.”

She flattened her palm against his toned pecs and let it slide up. Jungkook couldn’t look away from her face. She snaked her arm around his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. She pulled his head back roughly.

He whimpered.

Help.

She got on her tiptoes; lips so close. Her other arm came around his waist. She rolled her hips into his. Delicious, sweet friction. Held him there as she dry-humped him, agonizingly slowly, breathing against his shaking lips. The only thing holding him up was his one hand against the door.

“You like that, little one?”

Jungkook wasn’t little. She was saying it to provoke him and it was working even though he didn’t want it to. He tried not to gasp or make any indication that he was enjoying it, but his hips were already moving, pushing back, frantic for more. Her tongue slithered out and brushed against his lips. He moaned. Had he ever been more desperate for a kiss? More desperate for anything more than just simple dry-humping at his fucking dorm door? Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling a little harder.

“What if I leave you here?” she taunted, digging her nails into his side. “What if I let go and leave you here, needy and lonely, without me to take care of you?”

What was going on? This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t how he was supposed to end up. Why couldn’t he collect himself?

“Please don’t…” he whined. His hand on the door balled into a fist. “Please.”

She kissed him.

Oh, fuck.

Lips so soft, barely any pressure, tongue on his lips. Poking, teasing him. Jungkook moaned, mouth opening and the tip barely thrust in. His whole body shivered as she slid it in and out between his lips. There wasn’t enough. Wasn’t enough pressure, not enough tongue, not enough forcefulness. He whined, jerking his hips into hers, trying to suck her tongue into his mouth, but it slipped away every time. Then her lips pressed fully against his and she mouthed the words on his lips. He knew what she said even before the sound touched his ears.

“Want more, little one?”

Yes. Oh, please, yes.

But he couldn’t say it because his lips were trapped against hers. She softly kissed him, over and over, hardly deep enough or passionate enough for his liking, infuriatingly not adequate and all of it on purpose. She pushed him into the room, away from the door, making him stumble. Jungkook could only break apart for half a second to choke out one word – “shoes” – but she was already removing her arm from his waist, zipping down her boot and kicking it aside, and then the other, pushing his head down to hers the entire time so she could make out with him.

Then, she pushed them apart.

He nearly tripped, forced to take several steps back. He was panting, out of breath as if he had been running for a long time. Jungkook lifted his head to her crafty expression. He could be the dominant one. He knew he could. But she wasn’t letting him. She had him in the palm of her hand, even now, even in this slight second of breath, the single moment of sanity, and then it was gone because she was lifting her shirt, the white t-shirt crumpling and thrown aside, landing on his desk, on his laptop. The pink, polka-dotted bra molded to her sinful breasts, so innocent-looking. They matched the tiny pink polka-dotted panties that pressed into her skin, complimenting her white thigh-high stockings that clamped around the softness.

His brain?

Broken. It was frozen at this image of this hot-as-fuck woman dropping to her knees and crawling on her hands towards him. Each movement a little closer, a lion stalking her prey and he was the frozen antelope, unable to run. She stopped right in front of him, straightening. And then, the smallest detail, spreading her thighs so he could see the faint wet spot between her panties. He could see her cleavage, the curve of her breasts as she trailed her hands up her thighs, her stomach, bending around her breasts, up her neck, tracing the silver ring and black leather of her choker, mouth opening to her wet tongue, a single fingertip touching the end.

“Wanna be in here, little one?” she murmured around her finger, eyes half-lidded.

“Fuck yes.”

If Jungkook could gather his last two brain cells, he would have sounded a whole lot less desperate, but at the moment those two brain cells had abandoned their post, leaving him an absolute mess as she hooked her fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear and dragged them down, down, exposing his leaking cock out in the open. Fuck, she looked so smug and he couldn’t do anything about it as she leaned in with a soft kitten lick, wiping it away.

“Let me ask you something before I start,” she purred.

Jungkook blinked. “O-okay…”

“Were you upset that I fucked all your friends and never, ever asked you?”

His eyes widened.

She smirked and wrapped her lips around his cock. His brain cells came back from their lunch break to Jungkook screwing his eyes shut and throwing his head back as she bobbed her head up and down his cock, deep, slow, wet. Tongue rubbing all around him, hands gripping his hips. He didn’t know what to do with his hands because he didn’t want to mess with her pace so he curled them into fists, sinking his nails into his palms as he moaned, feeling the head smack the back of her throat, muscles squeezing him hard and tight. Because she had been so soft and teasing less than ten seconds ago, Jungkook was not prepared for this wild intensity. She was literally deep-throating his cock like nobody’s business and he was trying very, very hard not to bust his load within seconds because that would be fucking embarrassing as shit. He forced his eyes open to look down at her, panting.

“S-stop…” he pleaded, but she wasn’t stopping. “P-please, stop, I want to f-fuck you.”

The slightest tick of her eyebrow. She stared up at him. It was too sexy. He chomped down on his tongue, anything to feel something else than the overwhelming pleasure from being in her mouth.

“P-please… want to fuck your p-pussy…”

She slowed, still making eye contact with him. She didn’t completely stop until she was all the way down his cock, saliva dripping out and down his balls. She didn’t get off him. Just watched him, pulsing her throat around his dick. Jungkook got it. She wanted him to beg. Her throat squeezed him extra hard and he whimpered. He bit his lower lip.

Pride? What pride?

“Please…” Oh, God, was that him? That wretched, pitiful whine, so wrecked and barely anything happened. “Please, let me fuck your pussy. Let me inside you. Let me pleasure you.” She blinked slowly. Not enough. “You made me wait so long…” His eyes raked over her sensual body, his skin burning. “You fucked them all and made me wait, made me want you, made me think about you all the time, made me crazy knowing everyone had you, but me.”

What even was this? He had never begged like this in his entire life, but he was ruined and destroyed by this beautiful woman whose red lips were around his cock.

“I want you to use my cock and make you cum, just for me. Want you to watch me when I fuck you, want you to moan for me, want you to say my name with those lips.”

Her eyes sparkled. She drew back, slowly. His cock achingly, deliberately popped out of her tight, wet mouth and he cried out softly, almost regretful that he didn’t ask for her to finish him then. She got off her knees, sliding up his body, his cock hitting her stomach and then her thigh, smearing saliva and pre-cum on her smooth skin. She pursed her lips against his, the tiniest peck, and he could taste himself, a slight hint of his own cum.

“Alright, Jungkook,” she said slowly, reaching into her bra and pulling out a condom. Of course, she had a condom in her bra. “I’ll let you fuck me.”

She smacked the warm foil packet against his chest.

Fuck, the way she said his name. So velvety, so wanton. She moved past him and Jungkook turned around, condom in hand, watching as she faced him, unhooking her pink bra. It peeled off her body and dropped to the floor, tits bouncing. She pressed her hard nipples in between two fingers and tugged, giving him a little gasp and a peek of her pink tongue from between her plump lips. He followed, swallowing hard as she backed up to his bed, hopping up and sliding back. Jungkook made it to the end of his bed and watched as she linked two fingers on the sides of her panties and pushed them down, lifting her legs up and together as she slid them off.

Thus, providing Jungkook with a shockingly clear view of her glistening pussy lips.

She lowered her legs and spread them. Wearing nothing but those white thigh-high socks and the black choker around her neck.

“Holy fuck.”

She smirked. “Come here, little one.”

At this point, he was beginning to enjoy this nickname. Either that or Jungkook was so horny that she could call him anything and he was still going to climb onto the bed, chewing on his lip, hand over hand, breath hitching as he neared, smelling her arousal. His eyes flickered to hers. She tilted her head and nodded. He bent down and licked her slit, long and slow, groaning as her sweet, thick taste coated his tongue. Oh, if only he had more patience to eat her out. Instead, his cock was dripping an embarrassing amount of pre-cum onto his sheets, so he got to his knees, unwrapping the condom and sliding it on, somewhat grateful for it so that he wouldn’t explode within two seconds of being inside her. He positioned himself at her entrance, lifting her legs.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

He shifted his attention to her face. He felt her hand reach down and guide him to the correct angle.

“Look at me when you go in,” she said, smirking.

His eyes widened as he pushed inward, slow, centimeter by centimeter, feeling her warmth cover him and shake him to his core, her eyes boring into his, satisfaction glittering in those orbs as he gasped at her tightness, her wetness, her heat. Breathing so shallow Jungkook felt like he was ready to pass out, thrusting the last of his cock inside her so he was fully buried, his entire length squeezed by her pussy.

She lifted herself up and wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers in his long dark hair. She pulled lightly and he moaned, lips trembling.

“You like that, little one?” she murmured, lips against his cheek, licking him lightly. “You like your hair pulled?” She kissed his chiseled jaw, clenching around his cock.

“Y-yes,” he whimpered. “A l-little…”

Her tongue wrapped around his earlobe, playing with his earrings. He could feel her hard nipples rub against his chest as she pressed her body against him. She pulled again and he moaned into her ear, shuddering as she paired the pain with the pulse of her pussy.

“I like the sounds you make,” she whispered. “Let me mark you, little one.”

He swallowed, still unable to move because he was in her gravity now, lost in her smokey voice.

“Yes, please…”

She kissed down his ear softly, lips against the pulse point under his ear. She bit his skin, sucking hard, rolling her hips onto his cock. His eyelids fluttered as she bit him, hard and unforgiving. Sharp, wet sounds. He whimpered and she ran her tongue over the bruised skin before kissing down further, finding the spot where his neck and shoulder connected. She pressed her lips against it and he swallowed in anticipation.

“Jungkook.”

“Y-yeah?”

He could feel her lips form the words she was spoke into his skin.

“Your cock feels nice inside me.”

She bit him again, hard. His eyes rolled back into his head, cock swelling at the compliment and the pain radiating through him as she pulled on his hair, sucking his skin, rutting her wet, tight pussy onto his cock. The euphoric ecstasy was unlike anything Jungkook had ever felt before. It was just a hickey and some hair pulling while he was cock-deep into a woman, but it was so much more, the soft kitten licks as she soothed the irritated flesh, the rubbing of his scalp, and the throbbing around his cock.

She finally let him go, leaning back. Her hair fanned out on his pillows, lipstick smeared, tongue between her teeth. He really thought the first time was going to be at some shitty party where he was half-drunk and confused, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t like that at all. Instead, she cocked her chin at him, giving him an open-mouthed smirk as she looked up at him from his bed.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

He began to move, starting slow and deep, gasping at the feeling. Her eyes drifted from his face to his cock moving in and out of her, then back up to his face. She was letting him do as he wanted, he knew. Jungkook could tell from her expression, giving him the reins for once. He scooted up, still fucking her leisurely as he lifted his hands and touched her nipples with his fingertips. He pushed them in a circle, rubbing them, closing his eyes. They were hard but soft, so fun to touch as he thrust his cock inside her. He pinched them and he whimpered as her pussy squeezed him. He did it again and felt it again. He cupped her breasts and did it again, pulling a little his time. She made a breathless moan and he opened his eyes, seeing hers shrouded with lust. He held her nipple between his index and ring finger, using his middle finger to rub the hardened nub. She gasped softly, whispering his name.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jungkook panted, feeling his hips thrust harder, spurred on by her noises. She pressed her head against his pillows, crying out as he increased his pace, rubbing her nipples harder.

“Harder, little one,” she purred, rolling her hips into his. “Want to feel your cock in the deepest parts of me.”

He pinched her nipples, hard, and she moaned with a teasing smile as he let go, placing his hands back on the bed for leverage. His long hair brushed into his eyes but he didn’t care, ramming his hips into her, hearing the harsh, loud slap of their bodies. She hissed out his name, tipping her head back as she lifted her arms above her head, clutching his pillows.

“That’s it, Jungkook,” she panted as he pounded her into his bed, feeling her pussy tighten and throb around him. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

He did, hard, rough, gasping at her pretty lips opened and her eyes closed in bliss, enjoying his cock, just his, enjoying the way he felt, enjoying his hips slapping into hers and his cock twitching inside her.

“Need you to cum for me,” he growled, surprised at his own rawness. “Need you to cum all over my cock. Need to feel you.” A hint of desperation juxtaposed with his order. He wanted her to fall apart with his cock, wanted to watch her unravel as she came with his cock.

She cracked her eyes open and wrapped her legs around his waist, thighs squeezing him. Oh, fuck. Eyes that said, go for it. Do it if you can.

He rammed his hips into her, pounding into her over and over, so hard the bed squealed at the force, so deep her fingers gripping his sheets were white, her moans filling his room, imprinting in his memory.

“A-ah, Jungkooooook.”

His name dragged out, mixed with a moan, cock twitching at her back arching, tits bouncing with his thrusts.

“So good, so good… Gonna cum for you, just for you, Jungkook...”

And then he felt it, the heated, throbbing squeeze and the instant squelch of liquid dripping out and sliding down his balls, soaking into his sheets. The scent of her sex so heavy and sweet that he was drunk, slowing so he could feel her pussy pulsating around him, vibrating his entire length.

“W-why do you feel so good?” he whined, shoving his cock so deep she jerked up his pillows. She chuckled, but he kept going, back to his rough pace, because he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to cum. He needed it now, deep inside her pussy, her scent on his skin, her foxy eyes on him.

“You wanna cum for me, little one?” she panted out, licking her lips. “Want to feel your cock get milked by my pussy?”

Jungkook sucked in a breath, clenching his jaw as he nodded fiercely, unable to respond. She reached up and he knew what was coming and he wanted it, wanted it so fucking bad. His long hair was smacking him in the face but she collected it back, only leaving a few strands on his sweaty forehead.

“Cum for me, Jungkook. Fill me up.”

And then she yanked on his hair, hard, tearing a gasp from his lips. The pain shot through him, igniting every nerve, the pleasure of her pussy clenching him as he kept going, slapping his hips into hers, feeling the pull on his hair every time he sank in. Jungkook was doing it to himself now and he loved every second of it. The familiar tightening coiled inside him, so sharp and sudden that he almost screamed as he came, the orgasm racking his entire body as she pulled his head back with his hair, moaning with him as she came again, throbbing as he shot into the condom, cock jerking with force against her walls.

His whole body shuddered as the aftershocks faded. Oh, shit. He was winded, throat dry. Someone must have heard. Holy fuck. Jungkook had never cum so hard in his entire life.

Her hand let go of his hair. She rubbed his scalp. He closed his eyes, his body rising and falling as he exhaled.

“Did I live up to your expectations, little one?”

The next day, Jungkook ran into Taehyung at the usual coffee spot. It was the weekend, so Jungkook hadn’t expected to see him. Taehyung looked super hungover and barely alive as he ordered a coffee in his raspy, deep voice.

“Damn, are you dead?” Jungkook asked playfully as Taehyung stumbled to him, trying not to spill his coffee. Taehyung hated coffee, so he must have really needed it for some reason or another.

“Probably. I forgot I have a paper due on Monday.” He took a sip of it and made a disgusted face. “I hate this shit.”

Jungkook spied her walking up to the counter. She rubbed her chin and ordered a tea, handing over her card. She was wearing a white crop top, black baseball cap, and short leather jacket.

And his gray sweatpants.

Taehyung squinted at his neck.

“The fuck happened to you? Someone punch you in the neck?”

Jungkook slapped a hand over his hickey. “Er…”

She breezed past them, not looking at them as she hurried along, checking her phone for the time. Taehyung whipped his head around, recognizing her instantly. And the sweatpants.

“Yah! She told me she was going to study!” He whipped his head back to Jungkook, who looked away immediately. “Study your dick, apparently!”

“Uh…”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes and grumbled as he walked away.

“Well, get in line, bitch.”

sister story: meteor, m | myg

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note: Yes, I am aware League of Legends has changed the entire item inventory for 2021 preseason. I haven’t played the new patch since I wrote this. Just pretend this all happened before the preseason patch, okay? lol

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic

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Taste of Metal - Chapter 8: A Lecture on Trespassers

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26157634/chapters/65517814

Summary: What if the overwhelming VR experience Gordon went through, had a deeper purpose than just being a simple simulation & a freelance debug job for him?

But most importantly- what if Gordon Freeman listens to Metal & used to be in a band? aka. the “Metalhead Gordon AU”

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Gordon had to admit that it had been a while since he organized such a big breakfast. It brought his years at MIT back to mind where he and his roommates somehow collectively managed to keep each other on their feet, food included.

But his worries over the possible mediocrity of what he, Dr Coomer and Bubby might have created - with him being the only one who had actual physical experience with cooking - went right out the window when he saw the looks of amazement and gratefulness at the table.

Despite having said that he needed neither sleep nor food, Benrey had stacked his plate with a bit of everything that had been brought on the table. If he had been any other person, Gordon would have been concerned. But it was likely that everyone at the table either hadn’t had a proper meal in quite a while or had never had the chance to have one before.

So when Benrey was carefully layering a pancake with ham, a fried egg, cheese and peanut butter, Gordon just watched with a soft amused smile.

Meanwhile, Tommy was losing his mind over the concept of Nutella-Banana toast.

“I-I can’t believe I missed out on this! They never had anything like this at the Black Mesa cafeteria!”

Gordon chuckled.

“Doesn’t surprise me, bud. But now you can have that every day if you want.”, he added with an assuring smile.

Tommy nodded in excitement, already in the process of making another Nutella-covered toast, exchanging his left-over banana slices for Darnold’s strawberries.

Darnold added the banana to his honey wheat cereal in thought, then looked up to meet Gordon’s gaze.

“Apologies in advance for prying, Gordon… but I do have a question, If you don’t mind.”

Gordon blinked over the edge of his mug, cutting the sip of hot cacao short.

“Sure, man! What’s up?”

“Well… I recalled your reaction from last night when Bubby talked about exploring the world outside. You seemed… alarmed. Why?”

Gordon set his mug down, brows furrowed as he looked at his plate. He figured he’d have to tell the Science Team about the outside world eventually...

“It isn’t as safe as you’d think, guys.”

“No place is ‘safe’, Gordon.”, Bubby scoffed while cutting his omelette into bite-sized pieces.

“I am aware, but this is… simulation levels of ‘not safe’.”, Gordon clarified.

“What do you mean, Gordon? D-Do you guys had natural disasters recently? We understand! We can deal with stuff like that! No worries-”, Tommy threw in, but Gordon held up his hand.

“Let me… go get my laptop. I need you guys to know what’s going on.”

With that said, Gordon got up and went into his bedroom, missing the confused glances the Science Team exchanged among each other.

When he returned, Gordon set up his projector and plugged the connection cable into his laptop. He let out a sigh, then opened a folder on his desktop.

“Alright, welcome to class 101 of ‘Gordon explains what the fuck has been going on on Earth that shit’s fucked up outside’...”, he said, adjusting his glasses and getting into lecture mode.

He watched as the Science Team huddled closer to each other at the table, curiously looking at the projection on the wall… but still keeping at it with the breakfast. Gordon smiled softly before reminding himself of what he was doing.

“... August 10th, 2013. San Francisco. We thought it was a 7.1 earthquake at first. Bad enough to begin with… but then the video feeds and photos got to the news...”

The Science Team watched with high attention as Gordon opened up a video file of a news recording.

The Golden Gate bridge was swinging dangerously in clear view- until the camera focused on something else.

Something huge.

Something absolutely massive.

What emerged from the waters could only be described as a leviathan of a monster. It tore the bridge down with ease and almost instantly made its way towards the city, dragging itself through the water completely unphased by the military attacking it with comparably small aerial strikes.

“We called it “Trespasser” since it was the first of its kind we were forced to face.”, Gordon added, his voice sounding heavy with memories.

The video ended and Gordon turned back, facing his friends.

Tommy had his hands covering his mouth in shock, Darnold was holding Sunkist oh-so-gently with horror in his eyes, Bubby was clawing at the table as he stared with wide eyes and even Dr Coomer sat there with concern in his face.

The last person Gordon expected to be shocked by this though, was Benrey, who looked positively mortified.

“Dude, w-what the FUCK?”, he managed to stutter out.

“Y-You say it was the ‘first”? There were m-more?!”, Tommy asked.

Gordon just nodded at that.

“The next one arrived 6 months later in Manila-”

“Six months… that was barely time to rebuild the other city...”, Dr Coomer mused, more to himself than to the others.

“Then came another one 4 months later in Cabo San Lucas-”

“They were arriving faster???”, Bubby exclaimed with horror.

Gordon nodded, pulling up pictures after pictures, playing videos to put emphasis on the seriousness of the whole ordeal.

“It was a disaster… We faced smaller ones than Trespasser occasionally… but the big ones got even bigger over time. We faced several each year until only recently. As you can imagine, Earth is still very much damaged in a lot of places because of this. Some areas are completely uninhabitable because of the acidic and poisonous nature of the Kaiju remains-”

Benrey almost chocked on a piece of bacon-

“You guys called them ‘Kaiju’??? Like, uh- Godzilla? Big Lizard???”

Gordon let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah… one of the lead scientists behind the research of these beasts is a massive nerd. At first, he only called them that at work to differentiate the samples he got… then the names actually stuck over time in the official reports.”

Coomer raised his hand.

“Gordon, how did humanity fight these beasts? It looks like the military was once again absolutely useless!”

Gordon clicked through his files, looking positively excited to show off whatever humanity's defence system had been-

“So, uhm, before I click play… basically humanity got together and formed the Pan-Pacific Defense Corps or PPDC for short. Within the PPDC was the research division… and that included the scientists and engineers who worked on these-”

What the team saw next in the projection, made several of them gasp in excitement and astonishment.

The video showed a dragon-like kaiju getting absolutely wrecked by what could only be described as a massive robot.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME???”, Bubby exclaimed.

“Yooooo, what the fuuuuuuuck, man...”, Benrey added, holding his head in his hands, eyes still glued to the projection.

“This… h-how-”, stammered Darnold, staring in awe.

“Oh, that is quite the fine work of robotics, Gordon! Very sturdy by the looks of it!”, Dr Coomer observed, giving an approving nod, “So you used these to defeat the kaiju in one-on-one fights?”

“Well, if we could, we had more Jaeger facing one Kaiju- and yes, my nerd buddy at the PPDC also named the class of the robots.”, Gordon clarified with a chuckle.

Tommy perked up at that.

“That man is your friend, Gordon? Can we meet him?”

“Well, I haven’t talked to Newton in quite some time… and not with Hermann either… I could e-mail them and ask where they’re stationed so we could meet and catch up? Heh… yeah, I should do that. Newt especially would love you guys!”

Meanwhile, Bubby leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and glaring at the images still being projected.

“So… the reason it’s dangerous outside is that these things could pop up anywhere at any moment?”, he asked.

Gordon made a so-so motion with his hand.

“Not quite. The Breach, that’s what we called the portal to their world, was closed not too long ago… but we still deal with the damages and the toxic kaiju remains...”

Gordon pulled up a photo of an entire coastline glowing in an unnatural blue in broad daylight.

“We call this ‘Kaiju Blue’... the closest comparison I could make is that it’s… like acidic oil-like blood. Basically don’t get near any of this at any point. Compared to it, the Green Sludge back in Black Mesa was just a glow-in-the-dark kiwi slushie.”

That comment earned Gordon a few chuckles and amused huffs.

“But yes… this is the main reason I want you all to be careful when we go outside. The PPDC still studies what the fuck this stuff can do to a human body… and I don’t want to find out what it might do to you guys. Just… no slurping the toxic alien juice, please?”, Gordon pleaded.

To his surprise, the team gave him assuring nods.

“Gordon, normally I would say that you’d be a party pooper… but since we’re all new to this terrifying information, be assured that we will listen. After all, you’re now the specialist!”, Dr Coomer said with a smile.

Gordon’s tense shoulders relaxed at the reassurance. This was a welcome change from what he had been used to from the Science Team in the simulation.

“Thanks, guys. I… I know this is a lot to take in- and please take your time to process it! - but I just… I needed you guys to be aware.”

“Oh, it’s alright, Gordon! I-I think it will slowly sink in over a few days, right guys?”, Tommy asked, turning to the others at the table.

“I’m already done processing… but we need your laptop for more research, Gordon. I want to know more details on that whole disaster before I take even one step outside.”, Bubby muttered before sipping on his now cold coffee.

“Of course! And don’t be afraid to ask me about anything, related or unrelated to all this! Honestly, the more I can help with you guys being prepared for the outside world, the better I feel about our whole situation.”

Gordon turned off the projector for the time being and sat back down at the table.

“And, uh… thank you all for listening and letting me explain? I’m not used to that from you guys… but yeah, thanks.”, he said with a weak but grateful smile.

Darnold reached over, putting a hand on his shoulder, while his other hand was still gently petting Sunkist.

“Hey, know that we’ll always listen to you from now on. The simulation was one thing… but this is reality. I think I speak for everyone when I say that while bantering with you is álways fun, we won’t push your buttons to a frustrating level anymore. Especially while you’re still recovering.”

Gordon simply nodded at that, playing with the rim of his shirt.

Suddenly, he stood up once more, startling Darnold slightly.

“Gordon, a-are you okay?”, the mixologist asked.

Gordon nodded, looking quite serious all of the sudden.

“I… I want you guys to meet someone.”

Benrey visibly perked up.

“Oh shit!- is it son time? Haven’t seen him around so… uh… road trip to go see Gordon Jr?”

“I can’t wait to meet your son, Gordon!”, Dr Coomer chimed in.

“W-Well, we don’t need to go anywhere to meet him… uhm… give me a second, I just need to go get my closet key-”

“CLOSET KEY???”, gasped Tommy in shock.

“TOMMY, DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT IT WILL MAKE SENSE IN A SECOND I SWEAR!”, Gordon yelled back while he was scrambling to find his keys.

The entire team watched in a mix of judgement, curiosity and excitement as Gordon unlocked the storage closet that Benrey had sat on top of earlier that morning.

They saw his anxious expression completely melt away to make way for a loving gaze as he pulled out something orb-shaped from within the closet depths.

A sleepy chirp-like sound suddenly emerged from what Gordon was holding.

“Hey… ‘morning, bud. Dad’s finally back home...”, Gordon said with the most gentle voice any of the Science Team members had ever heard him speak with.

Another chirp, this time a bit louder-

“....dad? DAD! YOU’RE BACK!!!!”

Suddenly the orb-shaped object launched itself out of Gordon’s arms and flew in rapid circles around him, making the man laugh. He reached out and pulled the orb out of the air, hugging it close.

“I am! Hey, uhm… dad brought some friends over. They are really excited to meet you. Do you want to go say hello to them?”, he asked gently.

The Science Team watched in anticipation as Gordon walked back to the table, arms wrapped protectively around something that was as big as volley-ball.

Tommy gasped softly as he leaned over to get a better look.

A small screen on the orb slowly came into view, displaying a curious little face consisting of numbers and symbols.

Two appendages, seemingly constructed in part out of computer mice, pulled the small being further up as it looked warily over Gordon’s arm at the Science Team.

Gordon smiled proudly at the display of mutual curiosity.

“Everyone… meet Joshua.”

#metalhead gordon au #hlvrai #hlvrai gordon #benrey #tommy coolatta #hlvrai darnold #hlvrai bubby #hlvrai coomer #hlvrai sunkist #WELCOME TO THE KAIJU ZONE #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #both of them only mentioned by name... for now #pacific rim #but also I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE BOY #HERE HE IS!!!!#hlvrai joshua #fanfic #fanfics

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roswelldetails · 5 years ago

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Episode 202: Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space - Details

EPISODE SUMMARY:

Liz (Jeanine Mason) is forced to put her latest experiment on hold after Rosa (Amber Midthunder) begins to struggle with her new life in Roswell. Reluctant to face the truth about his mother’s past, Michael (Michael Vlamis) turns his attention to helping Maria (Heather Hemmens), who is dealing with her own family crisis. Elsewhere, Isobel (Lily Cowles) agrees to join her mother for a day of spiritual healing to keep herself distracted. Finally, Rosa turns to Kyle (Michael Trevino) to learn the truth about what really happened the night she died. Tyler Blackburn and Trevor St. John also star. Lance Anderson directed the episode written by Eva McKenna (#202.) Original airdate 3/23/2020.

DETAILS:

Secret lab is in an Indian Boarding School that was shut down. The Air Force bought it. It's been empty for 40 years (i.e., since approx. 1979). Part of Alex's job is to monitor it.

Security was set up by Alex’s team. They follow orders and don’t ask questions. (But that also means other soldiers know about it.)

Max's password was password. 🙄

Liz lies to Rosa. "It was beautiful. The whole town came. Everyone joined in the rosario. Mom sang Las Golondrinas. Dad wanted you in a white dress but I insisted on your Live Through This t-shirt."

According to: https://blog.sevenponds.com/cultural-perspectives/tradition-spanish-funeral “Nine days after the death, the family holds a ceremony known as a “rosario.” It consists of candles, flowers, prayers and sharing memories of the person who has died. The rosario also takes place every year on the anniversary of the person’s death.”

Las Golondrinas

Rosa Nightmare #1… unclear when it started since it flowed directly from her on the couch, doing graffiti around town, seeing her dad. Assuming it starts when she goes to the Wild Pony, pours herself a drink, hesitates, and then Max appears.

Max and Rosa's exchange:.

"What are you waiting for? You have to stop Liz. Tell her she can't bring me back, Rosa."

"Why? Why don't you want her to save you?"

"I can't take it anymore. Just end it."

"They'll figure it out. They'll save you."

"I can't wait that long. It's like burning alive from inside."

"She's never going to stop trying."

"Then you have to stop her. Please!"

Rosa wants her sketchbook from the bookshelf in their room. (Later in the episode when she breaks in we see that the bookshelf is empty. Liz cleared out Rosa's things in 1x07.)

Rosa's old email [email protected] (90s music reference to the band Everclear).

Michael is experimenting by blow torching a piece of alien ship.

Apparently it was Lindsay (of Hank and Lindsay) that Michael made out with. Seeing as it's only been a month since Hank died (2 weeks passed in 2x01, Maria says in 2x02 that her mom has been missing for 2 weeks), and the big guy was pissed about Michael making out with her, she moves on pretty quickly!

Maria is meeting with a private detective.

Science babble! "Human tissue can obviously regenerate from stem cells. With the right methodology I could use your blood (Isobel) to make adjustments for alien physiology. I have to monitor exactly when cell degradation begins, down to the second. I can't miss it. Eight hours before I need to be back.

Michael is developing nanotechnology to make the transplant possible. "It's like replacing parts in a broken machine."

They harvested all of Noah’s primary organs. "I have his body parts in jars."

Isobel steals what looks like an empty syringe. But at the end of the episode she has the serum in it.

New brand of fake beer! (Last season it was always Copper black lager. Now it's Hunks and Heroes Lager! Broken bottles were on the ground in the cemetery, Wyatt Long is carrying a bottle at the beginning of the scene when he and Michael fight (which could tie him to the graffiti on Rosa's grave), and also has a bottle in front of him on his YouTube video.

Michael is holding a bag from Milikan Value Hardware Store.

Flint's report on Caulfield: "Shepherd Protocol was activated. Bodies were disposed of without incident. Local papers ran an item confirming that the long-scheduled demolition of the prison was a success."

Exchange between Jesse and Flint:

"Dad, I don't think we should have covered it up. People should know."

"Do you have any idea what would happen if we confirmed that alien specimens were once housed at Caulfield but are now suddenly gone? It'd be dismissed as fake news. Buried by a racist tweet within seconds. No, we need to make a bigger statement."

"'Cause justice can't be served until after disaster has struck."

"That's right."

Really don't want to transcribe the racist rant from Wyatt Long that Rosa watches, although I will if y'all demand it. I don't think it's relevant beyond Rosa learning the truth. However as a detail I want to note, the video is titled BUILD THE WALL! IN MEMORY OF KATE LONG and it's dated September 3, 2010 (so 2 years and a few months after they died). Amusing side note. The comments on the video. Great fake usernames:

fayhuman: Kate Long didn't deserve what happened.

Curious Murphy: I just donated to the cause!!

thecyberwitch48: is this really the best solution?

Isobel’s baby is at 5 weeks, the size of a lentil.

Isobel calls Ann "Mama". Good note for fic writers! 😉

Maria's class: "Woman as Warrior: Strength Training for the Mind, Body, and Spirit."

Under the Bridge - same location as in 1x03 where Liz finds Rosa's paint canister.

Maria's cards:

Maria DeLuca

Psychic Reader

Spirit Leader

Social Media Revitalizer

Great line: "The infinite reservoir of strength and healing within us all" 😂👏

Rosa's chart…

"What's this error here?"

"Must be a contaminated sample."

"No way. I'm meticulous."

Steph says regarding the error on Rosa’s test “Congrats. Looks like you just discovered a protein never before found in the human body. Or you didn't get the Flamin' Hot orange dust off your hands when you scrubbed in. Whichever's most likely."

Michael to Liz, "I was working. I went home to find formulas I worked out years ago…"

Rosa is reciting Niebuhr's Serenity Prayer, which is commonly used by AA and other 12 step programs.

Noah was struck by lightning directly in the heart.

Isobel’s moment of epiphany:

"Using your newfound goddess strength I want you to get up and throw your fear into the fire. Set yourself free. You're a warrior. You aren't afraid of anything. Draw upon your feminine power. Why are you hesitating, Isobel? The sooner you throw your paper in the fire the sooner you can leave."

"Look, it's not that simple, okay? I can't just throw this into the fire." Maria gasps and rubs her chest, similar to how she did when she realized her necklace was missing at the beginning in 1x10) "I'm trapped.

Ann: "This is my fault. I put too much pressure on you."

"It's nobody's fault. It's just here."

Maria: "Whatever it is, you can choose to set yourself free. Say it. 'Say I choose to set myself free.'"

"I choose to set myself free."

Maria: "Louder."

"I choose to set myself free."

Rosa breaks into the Crashdown. It mirrors her first nightmare in 2x01, but it's not a dream. She goes to her room, sees the empty bookshelf, goes to the closet, and snags a hidden bottle of tequila.

Camera lingers on Steph stuffing a bottle of nail polish remover in her purse. Note: she was actually doing her nails.

Michael and Alex's conversation mostly mirrors the information we learned from the file in last week's episode. She wasn't caught until October 1948 and the crash was June 1947. She was the last alien captured and admitted into Caulfield. Alex thinks people in Roswell might have known her.

Liz says that the accident never made sense to her because when Rosa was 12, Mamma Ortecho drove drunk with Liz and Rosa in the car, hit a bike, and flipped the car. Rosa told Mamma Ortecho that she would kill her if she ever drove drunk with Liz in the car again.

Rosa's tequila brand: Blistering Rose.

Rosa’s 2nd Nightmare: Rosa runs into the cave and starts beating on the pod. When she hits it, it sounds like metal (which doesn't seem like it would make sense given what we know about the pods).

Her conversation with Max:

"Leave me alone, you dick!"

"I am so much pain, Rosa."

"Oh really? So is everybody. Man up."

"Have some mercy. I saved your life."

"My life is gone. My mom bailed, I can't talk to my dad, my entire town hates me, and my sweet little sister is somebody that I don't even know. But I do know that she'll save you. She's gonna fix you and until then, leave me alone."

"I'd Liz won't stop then you have to do it. Go to the pod, pull me out, and walk away. You won't be killing me, Rosa. I'm already dead."

"I said no. Leave me alone."

"As long as that handprint is on you I can reach you."

"Fine. I'm an expert at quieting voices."

"No. Rosa, wait. Don't do anything stupid."

"I never dreamed when I was using."

MUSIC:

1. Oasis "Wonderwall"

2. Gord Bamford "#Rednek"

3. Hamish Anderson "Trouble"

4. Radiohead "High And Dry"

#roswell new mexico #rnm season 2 #long post #episode 202 #ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space #rnm music #episode details #submission

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epouvantes · 4 years ago

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❛ willa fitzgerald, cis woman, she/her ❜ was that charlie brodeur? the twenty-six year old nurse has been in town since birth. the human has a reputation for being kindhearted & quick-tempered. you know they’re around when you get flashes of ( messy buns, deep breaths, cracked iphone screen & fairy lights strung all over ). rumor has it, they have no affiliations. { samu, est, 25, she/they }

( OOC: TW: ANXIETY MENTION AT THE END OF THIS PARAGRAPH. hi! i’m samu, i’m 25 and i use she/they pronouns! i’m so so so so so excited for this rp and for you all to meet my babies!!!!! i wanted to make this lil ooc section just to let y’all know that i’ll be posting longer and more detailed intro-like posts for my charas eventually, but i wanted to be able to give lil summaries and connection ideas before then so!!!!! there it is!!!!! thank u sm for reading!!!!! also if i ever message you to plot, which i’d like to do with everyone if my social anxiety allows it, pls don’t feel obligated to plot with me at all!!!!! i love connecting with other writers and stuff but i’ll completely understand if you’re not up to plot with me and my charas <33 ) ← this is the same ooc paragraph in all of my first three intros, so pls feel free to skip it! <3

brief introduction.

charlie’s mother was born and then spent all her life in ottawa, ontario, until she got pregant with charlie (original name is charlotte but charlie legally changed it as soon as she legally could after turning eighteen). isabelle, charlie’s mother, had a double citizenship (canada/usa) thanks to her mother (who she had a very complicated relationship with) being american, so when she basically ran away from home (although not really because she was twenty years old at the time), the move to the states was somewhat easy (or well, as easy as it could be).

charlie and her mother are very close!! kind of similar-ish to lorelai and rory in gilmore girls when it comes to closeness, except that they’re more like... soft, i guess? very intelligent and curious like the gilmore girls, sure, but not necessarily as quick-witted, humorous and energetic. well, isabelle sort of is a bit more so than charlie, but yes! basically, charlie and her mom are super close!

charlie’s mom (isabelle) made herself quite the stable home in blackthorne, and it’s been a home to her and charlie ever since they arrived (whilst charlie was still a fetus, of course)! nowadays, the two of them don’t live together anymore, but they see a lot of each other and get along rlly rlly well! i don’t want to set isabelle’s job in stone since i’ll probably make a wanted connection for her, but i’m picturing her doing something either really artsy or people-focused! or even both?

charlie has known she wanted to be a nurse since the age of thirteen. back in her pre-teens, isabelle and charlie’s elderly neighbour, mrs. cunningham, got quite sick and though charlie obvi didn’t do physical tasks to help out, just holding mrs. cunningham’s hands and being there for her felt right. charlie has always felt best when she's helping or caring for others, and that doesn’t seem close to change any time soon!

she was honestly a bit difficult to get along with when she was younger? bc as kind as she tended to be, she got angry VERY easily, especially when it came to other kids being careless and not paying attention to others. like, since childhood, there’s nothing that frustrates charlie more than people not taking others into consideration. also, um... when she gets mad, she gets MAD. she’s a fire sign (zodiac wise) and it really, REALLY shows lmao!!!!! she also tends to be quite dramatic and theatrical when it comes to her anger so idfjlkdjlkfdj it can lowkey be entertaining for those not involved in whatever is going on!

rn she’s living in a two bedroom apartment with two roommates! i picture charlie sharing a bedroom with one of her roommate (and can they PLEASE have bunk beds iM begging sjdljfdljfdlkfdj), and for the other roommate to have their own bedroom! i feel like both bedrooms would be REALLY small, but that actually all the other rooms would be quite roomy? and that it’d be a super well lit apartment? and like definitely not high class or anything, but DEFINITELY homey!

can be a bit reckless when it comes to her own safety, especially if others are in danger (she does have a bit of a hero complex), which is DEF not ideal right now lmao dflkjdlkfjlkdfj

loves partying btw!!!! she works rlly rlly hard as a nurse and is generally quite chill outside of work, but she feels the need to let loose, like really loose at least once every two weeks or more!

connection ideas.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND: along with her mother, this is the person charlie trusts and cherishes the most. and also lbr she can be a TINY bit more of herself with her best friend than with her mother, bc no matter how much she loves her mother, she’s still her mother. and this best friend would actually probably get along with isabelle really well too! i didn’t necessarily picture charlie’s best friends as one of her roommates, but if you’d like to go for that too, i definitely wouldn’t be opposed! ( 00 / 01 )

ROOMMATES: as described a lil bit above, charlie shares a two-bedroom apartment with two other roommates! the rooms are all pretty spacey, except for the bedrooms which are on the small size! still, charlie shares one of the bedrooms with one of her roommates (probably with bunk beds!!!!!! the adult-y kind?? where the bottom bunk is like a bit bigger??), and the other roommate has a room of their own!! the apartment is also really well-lit, with a lot of well-placed window, and though it’s definitely not luxurious, it 100% has a very homey feel to it! ( 00 / 02 )

COLLEAGUE(S): people who charlie works with! other nurses would definitely be interesting because they can unwind together and understand each other in a way that other people can’t? ooooh, although there could also maybe be a “rival” nurse to charlie for whatever reason we can work out together (bc charlie is caring af so maybe if your character is more ambitious and has a different way of dealing with patients - which is probably just as good as charlie’s but only different - so maybe they clash about that?) but also!!!!!! dOCTORS PLEASE!!!!!! knowing some people in health services, the way doctors act with nurses can vary quite intensely (from what i know which ofc is only a small sample tho so!!), but like....... mayhaps a doctor who really respects nurses and understands how they can have a unique point of view when it comes to what’s happening to the patients, and who tries to work with the nurses as a team!! therefore a doctor who charlie probably really admires and appreciates!!!! on the other hand, though...... a doctor who seems to think they’re above nurses (whether they really are or not is up to you, but it could be the impression that charlie is getting!) like maybe a doctor who doesn’t take kindly to being questioned, especially not by people who aren’t doctors and like...... lmao charlie doesn’t care!!!! she’ll question you!!!! (also lowkey..... this is FAR from necessary but i just stumbled upon a list of enemies to lovers novels and this seems like such a cliché plot but slfkjlxjfkljdf i wouldn’t be opposed to that if it works out with the chemistry and all of that? i’m not into planning long term romantic plots bc i feel like it hinders things and what not, but! it can be a possibility if you’d like that, maybe?) ( 00 / ?? )

EX-FIANCÉ(E): charlie’s high school sweetheart!! they started dating when charlie was fifteen (and your chara was in the same year as charlie but ig depending on the time of year they might have been the same age or a few months older or younger sflkdfjlkjfd), and they got engaged when they were twenty-one years old! charlie’s mother actually didn’t really approve of the union, even though she loved your chara, as she thought they were too young, but back then, charlie didn’t care about what others said about she and your chara’s relationship! they were actually engaged for two years before they both realized that they kept on pushing off the wedding. and it wasn’t just because they were scared; they just weren’t sure they actually wanted it anymore. then, they decided to take a “break”. that was around three years ago, and the two have barely talked to each other since, avoiding each other’s stares when they walk by each other on the street, something that happens much too often to their taste. they both still have their rings, but i feel like they’re probably just holding on to them out of nostalgia, because it seems quite clear that their relationship is over. problem is, they were close friends before they started dating, and they honestly miss each other’s friendship. also!! i don’t have a gender preference for your chara tbh!! at the age of nine, charlie loudly announced that she liked girls after climbing on the tallest tree in the park during a special school outing (to the park a block away from their school..... ok it wasn’t that special of an outing, but most of the school was still there in the park!) and at the age of fourteen she officially came out as bisexual! ( 00 / 01 )

EDIT: i wanna post this now so i won’t make a lil paragraph for it right now, but!!!! party friends is def an idea that would work very very well!

i can’t think of anything else right now, but i’m definitely open to many many more ideas! these were just the few things i could come up with right now!

#blackthorneintro #general: introduction.#general: character development.#charlie brodeur: all.#charlie brodeur: intro.#charlie brodeur: character development.

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fatandnerdy30 · 6 years ago

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The Itsy Bitsy Spider Chapter 2

Tony slammed through the opening, stopping short, and let his hands fall, but then barely heard the cry from his hand. "Oh shit, sorry kid. You okay?" He lifted his hand again and saw the little person nod, then heave. "Hey, no throwing up on my suit. You may be small, but it's still gross. We all here?" He looked at Steve and Natasha, saw them nod. "Okay, good. Initiating self destruct."

"Wait!" Peter yelled, looking up at the man in shock. "You can't! Sean's still in there!" "Who the hell is Sean?" Mr. Stark snapped, eyes boring right into Peter, who shivered. "He's a scientist...He was being held here against his will!" He looked to Ms. Romanoff, eyes pleading. "Please tell me if you saw him! He's got Red hair, and spoke with a Scottish accent!" Natasha was taken aback, but she shook her head. "There was no one in the labs that looked like that." Peter's relief was almost tangible, but then he tensed. Then that meant Sean was probably taken somewhere. He was the boy's only hope of ever getting back to normal. "No.." he sobbed. "Well, this has all been interesting, but I don't want anyone getting their hands on whatever's in this lab, so, once again, initiating self destruct in three.....two....one...And now we run." Peter held on as the wind-actual wind- rushed past him, the sun hitting his skin. The boy tried to breathe it in, but it was over in an instant before he was inside of a larger than life pane, the wind being cut off by the hangar closing, a large explosion shaking the jet. Mr. Stark walked over to a chair and threw himself on it, making the teen on his palm cry out as he slipped, managing to get his hands to stick to the man's chest. Again he felt eyes on him as he tried to get his breath, hands laying flat on the cold metal. "That was close," he breathed. "How the hell..." Mr. Stark's voice came from above Peter, who looked up to see the man staring at him with an odd look. The boy blushed, then brought his feet up, feeling them stick and he stood, waving his arms at the odd angle. "Okay, anyone else freaked out by this?" Tony asked, his hand waving to the circus act on his chest. "Very," Natasha agreed, watching the small thing begin walking down Tony's body to the arm rest. "That's better," Peter sighed. He stiffened and looked up to see three pairs of eyes staring at him. "Oh...um..." he scratched the back of his neck bashfully, feeling his face heat up. "I guess that was kind of freaky, huh?" They were all silent for a minute. "Uh, ya think?" Tony asked, tapping the reactor attached to his chest for his suit to crawl back into. "You basically defied the laws of every physics book in history. Explain." Peter started to open his mouth, but stopped when a man came into view. "Hey guys, how was the rest...what's the matter?" Bruce was very confused as to what everyone was looking at, until he followed their gazes to see a very small person standing on Tony's armrest. "Is that Scott?" he asked, coming closer to look, but stopped when he heard the tiny person scream, seeing them back up. "Apparently not. Who is it then?" "Tony found him in the labs along with the dead bodies of all the experiments being kept there," Steve said, not taking his eyes off the tiny thing. "There were at least eight of them killed, not including...him," he waved at the boy. "Oh man....I'm so sorry you had to see that, little buddy." The doctor took a seat next to Tony. "My name's Doctor Banner, but you can call me Bruce." Peter's shaking lessened once he heard the giant's name. This was Doctor Banner? There was no way. "The Hulk?" he asked suddenly, and his hands clapped over his mouth. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Banner, I-I mean Doctor Hulk, wait.." His face flushed when he heard the large man chuckle and Tony snorted behind his hand. "Don't worry about it. That is the world's reaction too, then the running and the screaming," the man joked. The boy stood, and he could feel his heart about to explode out of happiness because, here in this very plane, were his childhood heroes in the flesh. He wished he'd had a pen...but then again, it would probably be bigger than him. "I-I've read all of your papers from Gamma Ray technology, to micro-plant biology! I'm a huge fan!" Bruce blushed and chuckled. "Well, thanks little one. I really thought there were no more people who'd actually read my papers." Peter was about to answer, when Mr. Stark crossed his legs, elbow crashing next to the boy, making him yelp at the closeness. "So kid, what are you? I mean, you look human, but, you know." He held up his and brought his palm close to the boy's head, fingers spread out. Peter had to shake himself from the vibrations of the man's arm and took a step back, tripping over a button. "Oof..ouch.." he rubbed his bottom. "I'm just a kid," he said, folding his legs, holding them close to his chest, laying his cheek on them. "I'm human, I mean." "There's no way," Steve began, his brows furrowed. "How old are you?" Peter looked up Mr. Rogers, flinching back from the look in the man's eyes. "F-fiteen," the boy stuttered. "I swear! I'm in high school!" "What's your name?" Tony finally asked, trying to get the kid away from tears. "P-Peter Parker." "Friday, run a scan on the name Peter Parker." "Yes, boss," the AI said. Peter was starting to get cold, his heart not beating fast enough to maintain his body temperature at this height and he hugged his legs closer, wanting to get closer to the man's arm, but hesitant at the moment. He caught the man staring at him, and looked away, trying to move to hide his face, exposing his arms. "What happened here?" Tony poked the boy's arm lightly, but that was enough to nearly push him back, his hands flying out, catching him and showing the man a lot more bruises. "That's from the IV's the scientists gave me," Peter turned his arms to look at the bruises, some of which were healing from the shots they gave him yesterday. "They didn't care if they hurt me they actually did it on purpose, to test my healing. I never really knew what was in the needles, but I heard snippets of something about 'spider DNA' or something, which gave me advanced healing, or at least that's what Sean said, Mr. Stark." Natasha snorted at the name Peter used for Tony, mouthing 'Mr. Stark' and making a face, to which said man flipped her off. "Bruce, think you can get a sample of his blood without killing him?" "Yeah, I'll just need one of your worker bots to help. And not Dum-E, that thing can start a fire just by standing in the same room as a match." "Match found," Friday informed the plane as they flew through the skies. "Displaying information." The plane dimmed and the holographic picture of the small teen was displayed, along with the missing persons file from... "Six months?" Tony's eyes widened as he looked down at the boy. "You were in that lab for only six months, and they were able to do all this to you?" Had it been that long? Peter didn't know, but it seemed like a good amount of time. "I-I guess," he said, looking down as Mr. Stark continued to look into his file. "Midtown School of Sciences and Technology, not bad, kid. Looks like you weren't lying. Oh, what's this?" Tony pointed to a picture of a very attractive middle aged woman. "May Parker. She your mom?" Peter shook his head, staring at the face of the woman he hadn't seen for so long. "N-no," he sniffled. "That's my Aunt May. She and my Uncle Ben took me in when my parent's died." Tony frowned. "She's married. Pity." That comment earned him a glare from Natasha. "And so are you, with a child. Watch it." "Yeah yeah, semantics. But, we'll bring you home, give you to your aunt and uncle, end of story." Tony sat back and closed his eyes. "Tone, I don't think that's a good idea," Bruce said. "I mean, look at him. What if the shock of seeing what he's become is too much on them? How would you feel if Morgan suddenly went missing, then she comes back the size of one of her dolls?" "First, do not bring Morgan into this, and second that would never happen because she has Iron Man as her father, and I would never allow that to happen." "But not everyone has a super hero for a father," the doctor argued. The billionaire stared at the doctor for a second then sighed disgustedly. "Fine, he can stay with us. But, once we find a cure or whatever, he's gone," he pointed at the boy beaming up at him. "You're healed, you're gone, got it?" Peter nodded. He couldn't believe it, he got to stay at the Avengers facility? This was going to be so awesome! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The jet landed softly on the landing pad. Bruce was the first to get up and stretch, his hands going miles into the air with a loud groan. "I need to hit the head," Natasha groaned as she walked off the plane, Tony rolling his eyes behind her. "Nice language!" he yelled, chuckling when she made a rude hand gesture. He glanced down at the kid sleeping on his arm rest. The man was at a loss. Yes, he knew how to hold a child, but not a child the size of a mouse. He sighed and poked the kid. "Hey, wakey time." Peter groaned and rolled over, shivering a bit. "Go 'way," he mumbled, swatting at the person trying to wake him. "I'm not ready for school." Stark chuckled. "I don't think you'll be ready for school for a while, Thumbelina. Come on." Being as careful as he could, Tony slid the boy into his palm held below the arm rest. When the teen fell, he gasped and Tony felt the sensation of his hands sticking to his fingers on bare flesh. It felt...weird. "Let go," he told the kid, shaking his finger. "S-sorry...I got nervous." Peter slowly relaxed his body and let go, falling into the man's waiting hand, a feeling of safeness radiating from his savior. "Where are we?" He felt the vibration of each of Mr. Stark's footsteps as he walked off the plane and into the sun, which made the teen smile. "We're home," Stark said thankfully. Suddenly a blonde head caught his attention and he smiled. "Hi honey, I'm home." "I see. How was your trip?" the woman leaned in, kissing her husband. "Exciting?" They started walking into the building together, Pepper not paying attention to anything but her husband's face. "Oh yeah, I even brought you something. Hold out your hand, but don't drop it!" He turned and waited for Pepper to give him her hand and dropped the boy into her waiting palm, hearing his cry as he fell. "Take him," he pointed to Peter, "to Bruce while I go say hello to my Morguna. Love you," he kissed the shocked woman's cheek and walked away. "Um..Tony, I don't...Tony!" Pepper could only stare at the tiny boy in her hand as he sat up, every move ticking her palm. "Um, hi," she said. Peter looked up after he'd gotten to his knees and let out a shocked gasp. "You're Ms. Potts! I mean, Mrs. Stark?" He didn't know anymore, he was still tired and his stomach hurt from hunger. "Um, it's Stark," she said. "I guess I have to bring you to Bruce's lab," she started walking, trying to make her footsteps as even as possible, but she didn't miss the look on the tiny boy's face. "What's wrong?" Peter shook his head, his hands sticking to the woman's hand, his eyes full of fear. "N-no more labs!" he stuttered, his voice shaking. "Please...don't let them touch me again!" He looked back at the woman who'd stopped walking, fear clearly written on his face. "I don't wanna go back into a lab, please." Tears began tracking down his face. Pepper was speechless, but then her mothering instinct took over and she brought the scared boy to her chest, giving him the best version of a hug she could, shushing the boy quietly. "It's okay," she soothed. "Bruce isn't a bad guy, I promise. And, if you don't want to be in his lab, we can tell him, okay? It's okay, stop crying, it's okay." She rocked back and forth, acting like she would whenever Morgan cried. Peter could smell Mrs. Stark's perfume, but also he could feel her heartbeat under him, and that, along with her voice sounding all around him, he could feel himself calming down. It felt just like when his Aunt would hold him and he had to smile at the memory, gripping the white silk shirt tightly. Finally his sobs became small hiccups and the woman pulled her hands away, the boy falling back into her cupped hands which folded around him, making him feel safe, protected. "Do you feel better?" she whispered, feeling better when the boy nodded. "Good. Come on, let's go get you something to drink first." She started walking again, occasionally glancing down at the passenger in her hands.

@letsbeinspiredby @sparrowrider @carttorchdeatth @6inchicon

#iron man tony stark #IronDad #spiderman peter parker #SpideySon #giant/tiny #MamaPepperPotts #morgan stark #ProtectiveAvengers #theitsybitsyspider

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whoneedssexed · 5 years ago

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20-year-old virgin, here: How do you go about buying condoms? There are so many types and brands and options and sizes and!!!! Help

Depends on who they’re for and what you need.

The brands are more or less meaningless in terms of protection. They all follow a strict industry standard. The difference is that lambskin condoms do not protect against STIs due to them being made of lambskin.

Some brands claim to give more sensation and pleasure than others. Some brands may use different materials which can give some people bad reactions (particularly to vaginas).

The weird kinds of lubricants are advertised by flashier names like “Fire & Ice” and such, all it means it they threw something extra into the lubricant on the condom that may or may not create a different feeling. For a first-timer, these can be a bad choice to start with as they may cause bad reactions, so you may want to grab the normal ones.

Sizes are pretty straight forward, you get a larger size for a larger person/toy. Condoms on people and often toys as well should be snug, but not painfully tight, and shouldn’t slide. I say toys may not always follow this rule because it can depend on what you’re doing, as well as why you’re needing a condom (for example, I apply one to my vibrator sometimes when I’m only using it on my external genitalia, and it doesn’t have to fit in this case because I’m holding onto it and only using the end).

It’s also dependent on person. One person you’re with may need a certain style, and the next person may need a different one. You’ll need to pay attention with what you need as well and you’ll compromise together (ie don’t do anything that puts you at a risk just because it’s what they want, and vice versa). So some people have more than one kind in their possession if they’re not sure what person they’ll be with next, and then stick to whatever works when they are.

But if neither of you are sure about what you need, it’s trial and error. Buy a small pack, see how it goes, move on to another if it sucks and buy a bigger box if it works. Stick with buying small packs or getting samples until you know you like something.

- mod BP

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whiskeyworen · 5 years ago

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(This was originally gonna be for Dragonbash but got seriously delayed, so now it’s just a story bit referenced in Aspect V. I just really wanted to flesh this out. Plus it let me use The Sound in a story.) DragonBash Revelry How many years has it been? Cyrus wondered as he wandered the thoroughfares of Hoelbrak. The party was in full swing; Dragon Bash was back for the first time in years, hosted by Hoelbrak's Master of the Lodge, the illustrious and legendary Knut Whitebear. He'd even personally seen to the occasional tour of Hoelbrak and all its attractions, both local custom and festival, for visitors. It was just a shame that Cyrus had been on one of those tours and heard the egotism and self-aggrandizement in the elder Norn's voice. While he was more than willing to point out the accomplishments of others at the festival, they would inevitably, always be just less than Knut's own achievements. Or he'd casually joke that he'd had to hold back because he was 'just too good' and it would 'ruin the fun' for others if he ever competed in any of the various challenges and tournaments. Cyrus could only take three of those kind of jokes before he quietly broke away from the tour group and made his way to the Upper Commons for a drink. With any luck, they'd have some good, strong, smooth whiskey waiting somewhere. He hated braggards, and he hated braggards that had nothing but claimed everything even more. It soured his mood. So off he went.

It feels like forever but has it really been... is it only four years? Or is it five now? I don't remember anymore. He mused, watching the holographic dragon soar across Hoelbrak's immense central courtyard. A courtyard that would have been the size of a small town back home. The projector mounted on top of the Spirits-themed refraction lenses was Asuran made, judging from the cube design and the angularity of all its features. But it was damned powerful; the holographic Kralkatorrik was easily almost to scale. Thankfully, it wasn't to-weight, or it would have easily crushed the Snow Leopard Lodge when its programmed flight caused it to alight on the grand, golden hood of the building. The true Kralkatorrik might have even been bigger, but at this scale it was extremely hard to tell. As he watched, he remembered the last Dragon Bash. It had been held in Lion's Arch...what was now called 'Old Lion's Arch', even though there'd been an even older one before the floods of Orr. He remembered the city Council had gotten together to celebrate the Pact victory over Zhaitan. The pagentry and fire works. The fact that that was the year Scarlet made her first move. There had been no way Cyrus could have known what she was going to do, other than she had told him there was a plan in place. She wanted someone on the Council who was sympathetic to her ... requirements. For the Plan. There was a trap laid that killed dozens, wounding councillors and taking the life of Theo Ashford. If it weren't for the efforts of Inspector Kiel and others (including at least some of the Pact Commanders who just happened to be at the celebration), Scarlet's plan to put Mai Trin on the council would have worked. It was a dirty, low thing to do, Ceara. Cyrus frowned, aiming his thoughts at the years-dead Sylvari. I know you were having issues finding allies, but damnit, THAT didn't need to happen. He sighed, ordering a drink from one of the vendors and wandering through the drunken revellers, hopefully for somewhere quiet. We could have worked on negotiations with Lion's Arch with a softer hand, gotten them on our side and explained what we needed to do. But you were in such a hurry...

His thoughts were interrupted when he was jostled from behind by a big, meaty elbow. A splash of icy ale poured down his shoulder and arm, a little bit of it hitting the back of his neck and soaking the silver fur trim. "Agh! What the hell?!"

Cyrus turned, irritated, only to find himself glaring at the belly-guard of a very big Norn. That Norn just frowned down at him with drink-foggy eyes. "Hey. You spilled my beer."

Part of him wanted to accuse the Norn of deliberately bumping him as he went by, to spill his drink. The expression on the larger man's craggy face, the way he was already shifting from foot to foot, and how his free hand was starting to clench in anticipation... He's looking for a fight. Cyrus concluded immediately. It wouldn't matter what he said; this Norn had decided he wanted to fight someone, and Cyrus had just been passing by close enough to let him indulge his sadistic urge. Cyrus straightened up, and slapped a pleasant smile on his face. "Apologies my friend. I've had a couple, and it's so close around here, I didn't mean to bump you!" It was not THAT close around them. In fact, people had stepped back away from the Norn and his friends, already seeing the storm coming. Cyrus had made his mistake by being lost in his own thoughts while walking past them. The Norn raised his stein slowly, glaring. "You SPILLED my beer, little man." That stein only had dregs in it, but based on how much had spilled on him, Cyrus figured there wasn't much left to begin with. This ugly bastard just wanted a free drink... or a free punch-out. "Indeed I did, for which I am very sorry." He called out to the barmaster nearby. "Could I get another one of whatever this gentleman was drinking?" He even smiled innocently, as if he had no clue how close he was to danger. A moment later, a new stein in his hand, Cyrus turned back to the Norn. "Here you go my friend. Ah, let me get that empty one for you." He quickly traded the mugs with the large man and placed the empty one on the counter with a few coins he plucked from one of his waist pockets. "Once again, let me apologize." He continued in that same, oblivious, innocent, and very sorry tone, and held out his hand for a handshake. "It was fully my error, and I hope this makes up for it." The Norn grumbled a bit, clearly not expecting such a placating reaction. His clenched fist opened slowly, before he thrust it at Cyrus, completing the handshake. Cyrus gripped that huge hand with one hand, while giving the Norn's arm a friendly pat like they were old friends. "Enjoy Dragon Bash! Drink responsibly, my friend. Sometimes it can sneak up on you." With that, and one more pleasant smile, Cyrus turned back to the table he put his drink on, retrieved it, and began to walk away. Behind him, the Norn just stared blankly at him, before shrugging in disappointment and taking a sip of his beer. The Norn's legs began to weaken when Cyrus was ten steps away. First it was a little wobble. Then it was a looseness that seemed to travel over his entire body. Muttering something about 'don't feel right', he proceeded to start collapsing, his friends swarming to catch him before he fell and hurt himself. "Is he alright?" One of the friends asked, as Cyrus slowed for a moment. He covered his pause by taking a sip of his drink. "Oh probably. He's had a lot to drink. I wouldn't doubt that last one might have been too much for him." Cyrus said nothing as he resumed walking, but the pleasant smile had faded from his face with each step. Oh, the Norn would be all right in the morning... But he was going to have a hell of a hangover. After all, the dilute Iboga venom in his blood would have worn off by then. What no one had noticed and that he hadn't drawn attention to was that when he'd ordered the drink and paid for it, when Cyrus had reached into his pocket, he'd actually reached into TWO pockets. One held his money... the other held a supply of fast-action adhesive pads. Pads treated with various chemicals for all sorts of occasions. From the shape of the pad he'd felt as he pulled it out, he knew he got the Iboga venom. Great for causing weakness and hallucination, and unconciousness. Normally he'd have used that pad if someone was critically wounded and panicking, to put them under nice and quick. But they made a pretty good Lights-Out button in a pinch. When he'd patted the Norn's arm while shaking his hand, he had applied the pad directly to bare skin. They wouldn't find the pad either, because the adhesive on it wasn't a strong one; too much exposure could be dangerous, so he, Tenna, and Moryggan had come up with a plant-based organic glue that wore off in minutes. Even faster in the cold, like in Hoelbrak. It was probably stuck to someone's boot by now, and completely out of venom. Just a pad of fabric that fell off someone's clothes.

Maybe I'll head over to the Lake. Cyrus mused. It'll be pretty with the fireworks reflecting off it. And there'll be less morons around.

***

Dragonbash wasn't going as planned for Sonnya. Not as planned at all.

Oh, she'd made it to the celebration alright. She'd even participated in a few of the games, like the holographic 'boss fights' as the announcers were calling them. It was good fun even when she got swatted across the arena by a giant holographic Vinetooth! Her armor easily took the brunt of the hit, and there's no way the game masters would permit someone to actually be hurt....badly.

But afterward, she'd felt pretty thirsty and wandered up to the beer-sampling hall on the rise overlooking the lake. The smell of the scented, flavored lagers was quite enticing, as were the haunches of meat cooking on grills. So she'd had a couple of each. She'd worked up quite the appetite!

The first drink, she didn't notice anything wrong. Just the usual tipsy that came with drinking from a stein the size of your head. Nothing she couldn't handle.

The second drink though... She felt weird. Making slurred apologies to her drinking companions (who barely noticed her lurching off her stool), she stumbled out into the night, away from the sounds of partying.

Shouldn't m'implants b'purifin' d'booze? She thought lazily as she stumbled in the snow. Sonnya blinked her eyes blearily, her vision going in and out of focus, everything way too bright, way too distorted. There were only a few torches along the path to guide her, and a few at the nearby Norn shrine, but right now they were as bright as the sun in midday and wavering like a desert mirage. Actually, the whole world was wavering like a mirage. Sonnya realized that when she went to take a step up what seemed to be a hill, and felt her stumbling down. Apparently it wasn't a hill at all! The realization came way too late, and she lost her balance, spinning and falling down the mild incline to lay on her back, staring at the night sky.

"Hehe... that Dragon looksss.... lika Dragon!" She mumbled to herself as the hologram Kralk soared overhead. It looked so funny to her, with a big, wobbly head and stubby little wings. She reached up for it curiously, before noticing that her hand simultaneously looked enormous but also really really tiny. "Ooh..that'z werd...."

"Uh... Excuse me?... Are you... are you okay?" She heard someone ask, and a human face slid into view, looking at her with something between bemusement and concern. Whoever it was pushed their glasses up on their face, clearly confused. "Do you need any help?"

"Ahm ookay..." Sonnya started to say, before her armor beeped and flashed a message to her. She paused, her silly grin fading and her face scrunching up as she tried to read. "Wait.... Nah, Ahm... I not okaayy..."

She tried to sit up, but it took three full tries and the stranger's help to get her sitting up. "M'plants ss'ppost ta take th-beer. Make it...nah-beer."

The stranger blinked. "Plants? Wait... do you mean actual plants, or like, some kind of implant or something?"

"Bing bing!" She grinned, and reached out with one armored digit to lightly tap his nose. "Numbah two! Got it r--" She paused, collecting herself for a second. "Got it RIGHT on tha first try! Yur a pers.... pres.... a smart bookah hooman."

That made her pause again, and she rolled her head back to look at him upside down, her eyes wide with curiousity. "How'dya know whut 'plants'r anyway?"

The stranger chuckled, shaking his head, which looked really weird from her perspective. "Let's just say that I'm very familiar with implant technology, okay? And don't worry, I don't take 'bookah' as an insult."

***

Holy cow, she's soused to the eyeballs! Cyrus couldn't help but stare as this little armored Asura with the big blue eyes and the orange hair blinked at him slowly in drunken confusion. Does she really have implants like she says? I've never seen gear like hers before!

It looked like his dismissive comment about the bookah-thing finally sank in, because she got this horrified look on her face and half-spun, half-rolled over from where he'd been sitting her up to grab onto his coat. Her eyes were almost terror-filled as she clung to him. "I'm s-so SAWRY! I didn' mean to call you a bookah! I-it juzz...slipped out! I never call any'ne that!"

He blinked, and shook his head, smiling as placatingly as he could. Her mood swing from happy to scared-sad almost gave him whiplash, but he'd seen that kinda behaviour before. Oh boy howdy, had he seen it. Cyrus knew he had to disarm this bomb before it went off. "It's okay, miss. Don't worry. I'm not hurt by it. Are. You. Okay?"

She had mentioned something about having implants, and now a thought was germinating in his head; if her implants were actually real, internal implants, and did any kind of chemical or organ-based adjustments or modifications.... There was a good chance he knew exactly what had happened.

"Nuh. Not 'kay." She said, heavily shaking her head, her gloves holding the leather of his coat tighter. "'Plants nuh-working right. Wurking backwards" She got a look on her face, and made a sound that was like a gulp, a sigh, and a swallow simultaneously. "...I'mafeel sick..."

"Oh shit." Cyrus immediately spun her around, getting her quickly to her feet and aiming her away from him, as he scooted her closer towards the edge of the lake, and off the main path. He knew that sound. In fact, it wasn't just a sound.... it was The Sound. The Sound of someone's stomach deciding they'd had enough. The Sound of 'I have five seconds before everything comes up.'

He hated that Sound, but was so very, very glad he recognized it. It saved his coat, his gloves, and his boots, because he'd just gotten her to the lake edge when it all came up.

The less said, the better.

When she was done, Cyrus was about to ask her if she was okay again, but realized she'd gone limp. Whatever her implants and the booze were doing inside her, it'd finally knocked her out. "Ah crapdammit. Now what am I going to do with you?"

***

Sonnya awoke with a groan, and painfully struggled to open her eyes. Her mouth felt like both sandpaper and bitter root at the same time, and her throat wasn't much better. Her head pounded, and the light coming through the slatted windows -- though diminished -- still hurt a lot.

Slatted windows? She couldn't bolt upright in surprise (everything hurt too much), but she did pry her eyes open wide enough to look around tiredly. It looked like she was in some inn room in one of the lodges. Maybe the head lodge. It was so hard to tell, and frankly she was beyond caring. "....the slag happened to me?"

"You're finally awake." A voice came from nearby. Rolling her head to look, she realized it was some human with glasses. He was getting up out of his chair near the window, putting a datapad down and pouring a glass of water. He offered her the water as she sat up. "You were out for a good six hours. It’s already morning. How's the head?"

"Feel like a dolyak sat on it." She grumbled, sitting up and sipping the water tenatively. It felt good in her mouth and throat; crisp and clean glacier water. "Or maybe a Dragon or something. What happened?"

"Near as I can tell, you got rip-roaring drunk." He told her, sitting down on a stool by the bedside. "I found you and you really couldn't care for yourself, so I just made sure you didn't do something silly like go out onto the ice and freeze, or try to scale a lodge and ride the Kralk holo or something."

That got a single ruefully chuckle from her. "Well, thanks, but I wouldn't have frozen. Armor has built in heaters. The fall from the lodge might have done it though."

"Are you sober enough to tell me what happened?" He asked, sitting back and crossing his arms, his eyebrow raised speculatively. "You slurred a bunch of stuff to me, but I wasn't sure I heard things right."

Sonnya hid her surprise by drinking a bit of water, organizing her thoughts. How much had she blathered, if she blathered? What did she say? "Oh? What kind of stuff was I saying?"

"That your -- and I quote -- ' 'plants were working backward'." He repeated dryly. He saw her try to hide her surprise; she was good at dissembling, but she was also tired and worn out, and there was a fraction of a moment when her expression shifted.

"That's interesting." She replied.

"Yep. I wasn't aware that implants were a thing." He pushed a bit, a smirk sliding onto his face. "Yet. Anyway."

Her ear twitched, but she said nothing sipping the water again.

"Mind if I tell you what I think happened?" He asked innocently.

She shrugged, not looking him in the face.

"Fine then. You've got some kind of new tech. Physical implants in you. You can't really deny it because you tried really hard last night to tell me what was wrong." He pointed out. "My thinking is, those implants of yours do something with your chemical balances, and you thought you had it all figured out."

He chuckled. "But you didn't quite realize what would happen if you drank. And the implants did something they weren't supposed to."

There was a long, heavy pause. Sonnya didn't answer, but she didn't deny either. Part of her was amazed that this human had figured out so much, or even understood rudimentarily what her implants did. The rest of her was angry at herself for blabbing so much, and for screwing up her creation so badly.

"....They're prototype." She finally said. A finger traced around the rim of the glass, before dipping in the water. "They were supposed to keep my blood and body clean of toxins. Thinks like being drunk wasn't supposed to happen at all."

"Obviously. But that can't be the reason for your implants. I mean, just to eliminate drunkeness? There's cold showers for that." He pointed at her chestplate, with its glowing coils built in. "I know quality armor, and that you got on is better than top of the line. I've never seen the like. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was actually connected to you."

Sonnya pulled the bed furs up around her shoulders and over her armor, hiding it. "....Just what did you do while I was unconscious? You didn't touch me, did you? Try to get into my armor?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Or try to remove it?"

The strange human shook his head, waving away her threat. "I only moved you from where you collapsed, to this bed. Didn't lay a hand on you otherwise. But like I said, I know armor."

She glared at him, pulling the furs tighter. "....it's classified."

There was another silence, this one tense and tight, as she glared at him, and he just looked at her with this flat, almost bored expression.

Finally he shrugged, and got up from the stool, heading for the door. "Well, since you're awake and at least semi-sober, I think my job is done. I'll be heading out then."

"Wait a moment!" Sonnya called, as he opened the door to leave. He turned back slightly to look at her.

She fidgeted for a moment, before sighing. "....Thanks for making sure I didn't hurt myself. Or anyone else. I could have done some real damage out there if I'd been able to move at all."

He considered her and shrugged. "It's okay. I don't mind helping people when they need help. Just take care of yourself, okay miss? The room is paid for the rest of the day, so just get your legs back under yourself."

Sonnya nodded, and he started to leave. Before he shut the door, he added. "Oh, you might want to recheck the lines of code for whatever your plants do for sugars, alcohol, and your liver. That might be where the glitch is. Anyway, see ya."

With that, the stranger was gone, leaving Sonnya with questions. But she was grateful, and surprised, that someone had stopped to help her.

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unluckyxse7en-moving · 6 years ago

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You know something else that annoys me that it doesn't feel like anyone else gets irl, outside of my family? This CRAVING for overstimulation that our society seems to have. And if you can, I want you to bear with me on this, or at least skim towards the end of the post to see my reasoning- this is gonna get long, but I think it's important to think about.

I most see examples of the overstimulation obsession at work (Target) - when I'm in the toys and electronics sections

Electronics I'm sure is fairly obvious - we have these giantass hd 4uhk or whatever tv screens, like 8 of them all together projecting our main ads, mostly music ads - including clips of music videos with flashing lights and jarring graphics

And THEN because that's not enough, we have an adjacent wall not too far from that setup, where all our tv display models for sale are - and those? Are a cascade of three or four different feeds playing independently looped ads, complete with their own volume up and everything (the one saving grace is the ads are sometimes showing off the tvs capabilities with showing color and definition, in which case the ad commonly relies on slow-mo shots of water in some form. A little more relaxing than the main screens)

Toss in that we have sample speakers and video game consoles that run music all day long - and lately even another, sample tv screen of a small display size to show off ads for some kind of little robot toy - and trying to work in that section is just overload central. And that's not including the customers!!!!

And then toys. This is probably my bigger pet peeve for the sheer fact that it's absolutely unnecessary: if it's not a brand name toy? If it's not a toy from some franchise or show or video game? It's gotta be Interesting™. I mostly see this with classic, older type of toys - jump ropes, toy balls, frisbees, hula hoops, squishy toys, stuff like that that's lowkey - 90% of the stock we offer on it? Has some sort of obnoxious electronic noismaker box or - my biggest annoyance- a stupid LED flashing light core. Or both. If you're lucky, the toy will be some newly marketed stim-based toy coming off the hype that led to an explosion of fidget toys and spinners and the boosted popularity in slime. Those rarely have this problem - on the other hand, they're their own fad the way franchise items are, so are probably deemed interesting enough by that virtue alone. (Of course even then you have light up fidget spinners and junk)

Honestly, the toys section pisses me off more in this respect for two reasons: 1) it's highly unnecessary. Toys =/= electronics and don't need to be this way by nature and 2) the sheer fact that we market it this way encourages the concept of 'if it's not overstimulating it's not gonna sell, it's not gonna be interesting and your child DEFINITELY won't play with it unless they're entranced at all times by our bright flashing lightshow!!!'

So here's why this pisses me off so much:

My family? Has two immediate members who suffer from epilepsy and seizures when exposed to electronics - not even the fancy flashing i'm describing, but prolonged exposure to electronic screens alone can put them in pre-seizure territory.

My 15 year old sister has a daily hour-long electronic limit because too much more and she has seizures. Think about that - an hour-long electronic limit. This can include her video games or her computer- if she had a modern phone it would include that too. Our tv is an exception because it's a tube tv monitor that's at least 10 years old, but even then we as a family reserve that for watching together at dinner time, instead of an all day thing.

One hour.

No internet, because it hurts our heads. No cellphone. Just video games and her computer, which is a dinky thing she uses chiefly for animating.

Because electronics can push her to seizures. And seizures? Can literally affect her oxygen intake if they get too bad. We've seen her turn ashen and blue because she's technically breathing, but her body isn't processing the oxygen. So it's kind of a big deal that we can't work around otherwise.

My mother also has seizures, she has them a little more under control, she can play video games or be online on her phone - but too much electronics can give her major headaches and lead to her lying in bed all day, because she cannot function. We have a sports stadium near our house. Not super close but if there's a concert we can hear it. On days when that's active, when its floodlights are on and amps are going and probably the scoreboards are doing whatever - mom has to flee the house before noon, or she's laid out in bed all day and has at least one major seizure. She has to flee the house. Whatever her epilepsy responds to isn't just visual. It's another sensory level entirely. The mere proximity to that much electricity pumping through an area is too much for her.

Maybe that sounds fake to you. Honestly, I don't care. We've lived through too many weekends where she's doing terribly and none of us can figure out why, and then we find out that stadium has an event going.

And by that point it's too late for her to leave the house, and all anyone can do is sit around and try to take care of her and hope it'll be over soon.

We've lived through too many weekends where we foresaw this potential problem, and mom has gone out of the downtown area we live in for the entire day, and aside from being subjected to fluorescent lights and bad drivers on the interstate, she's fine. She feels her head clear up when she leaves - and feels it fog up when she returns in the evening.

My sister feels it too. And as I've begun tracking it, I've found I also have more head troubles on days like that, and it eases up under the same conditions.

My sister and mom are moving out to a house in the country, surrounded only by corn fields - they won't have to worry about the stadium anymore.

But the electronics and toys??? God, I don't even know if they could find a tv like the one we currently have, one that's not fancy hd high-def in your face - short of a hand-me-down from my grandma. And the hd tvs? In case you haven't noticed a pattern- bad for their health. We visit family with those tvs. We have had to ask them to specifically keep those tvs turned off when we visit. It's too much for their health for it to be left running.

So when I work in Target, I get pissed off to all hell, because it's not really the safest environment to people who suffer seizures similar to what sets it off in my mom or sister. Heck, it's not like epilepsy is new!!! Video games have had epilepsy warnings on their boxes for ages, which suggests it's well known enough and prevalent enough to address like that. But if an entire store is designed like that, what are they supposed to do??? What if all stores are like that, and their condition is bad enough to not risk going in? What if the nearest store that's safe is like an hour drive??

"Oh well Cleo they can just shop on the internet."

Yeah, they sure can. But they shouldn't HAVE to, in this hypothetical situation. We don't NEED 500 tvs blaring different things at us. We don't NEED toys that flash if you so much as twitch. THAT'S what pisses me off.

There's another, perhaps less pressing reason it annoys me - sensory overload. I have it, my dad has it, my mom has it. It can be due to autism, or trauma, even conditions like adhd if I remember correctly.

For me, it's not the biggest issue. Clearly, because I can still work in this hellscape of a store. But it does leave me confused, and functioning at half-efficiency, and my energy runs out a lot faster on days when i work on that side of the store, leaving me tired, grumpy and drained.

But not everyone with sensory overload can function so well under such conditions. Overload when pushed, can lead to breakdowns, shut downs, incidents I think of as panic attacks when it happens to me, though that may be the wrong term - but it leads to me freaking out and having trouble breathing right and I'm panicking and afraid and everything is too much, too much, too much and I can't even begin to calm down until things around me calm down. It's a terrible experience.

I don't have those when working at the store. That doesn't mean someone else won't.

So if we have epilepsy, and seizure overload, due to things like this, which aren't the most uncommon of conditions or struggles to have - then why the hell is it ok for stores to push this on us, not just electronics which can only be helped so much (sadly), but with simple goddamn toys??? Toys that SHOULD be an option for children who can't handle the franchise toys with voice boxes, or the 3D video game graphics with 360 degree camera action? Why is it those have to be hunted down for rather than readily available, while their cheap flashing counterparts literally fill the shelves?

Tl;dr - electronics and flashing and overload-inducing items for the entertainment of the common masses are stressful and even dangerous to some people's health, but corporations aren't about to even consider that because OH WOW ITS SO FLASHY!!! And people WILL buy it because what it takes to grab their attention in a world so over-inundated by overstimulating objects as it is. And that... is not ok.

#long post #rant #gripegripegripe #epilepsy #seizures #sensory overload #sensory #health #mental health #electronics #this is why when little tumblrites get mad about the 'electronics are bad' rhetoric and then argue how electronics did nothing bad ever #i get hella pissed off #because theyre so focused taking sides and arguing that it never occurs to anyone maybe both sides have a point #maybe electronics arent the godsend some people make them out to be #maybe it actually affects all of us regardless of our health conditions or lack of #just a thought #idk i just had to get this off my chest #apologies for the lack of readmore my mobile app doesnt do that

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lushscreamqueen · 3 years ago

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THE KILLER SHREWS on the Schlocky Horror Picture Show

August 03, 2008

OPENING: Hello, good evening, and welcome to the Schlocky Horror Picture Show. I'm your host, Nigel Honeybone. As the 1950's grew to a close so did the era of the giant radioactive beast. Spawned from the nuclear fears stemming from World War II, the movies saw dozens of animals super-sized due to one of the popular catch words of the time: Radiation! By decades end, just about every manner of giant beastie had been seen. Lizards, spiders, ants, grasshoppers, the list goes on. The major studios had lost the inclination to finance such projects, and gradually re-focused their attention on new trends like nudies, bikies and gothic horror. That is not to say that movies with ginogorous critters didn't exist. It's just that, more often than not, it was left to the little guy, the independent producer or filmmaking rookie to unleash such monsters. Witness tonight, if you dare, as a group of people trapped on an island during a storm must contend with a bunch of whippets in wigs, in the 1959 anti-classic, Attack Of The Killer Shrews! BREAK: Don't go away, we'll be right back with more dogs In drag, and then after the ads we'll get back to the movie. MIDDLE: Welcome back to the Schlocky Horror Picture Show. Attack Of The Killer Shrews, also known as just Killer Shrews, was the brainchild of Texas millionaire Gordon McLendon. Born in Paris, Texas in 1921 he would go on to win a nationwide political-essay contest, attend Yale University where he studied Far Eastern languages, work for the campus radio station, and served as business manager for the Yale Literary Magazine, all before the U.S. got involved in World War Two. After the war he bought an interest in a radio station and built up a following for his live baseball game broadcasts. Having built up quite a name for himself as a pioneer in the radio field, McLendon now turned his attention to film...a regrettable decision for producer and audience alike. He and his family owned several drive-ins and theatres. Like many drive-in owners discovered, their outlets for screening films were considered the bottom of the barrel by the pretentious lot in Hollywood and many in tinseltown tried their darndest to keep their films out of the drive-in chains. This only led to the drive-in owners taking the next logical step, they financed their own films. In 1959 McLendon financed three films: The Killer Shrews, The Giant Gila Monster, and My Dog Buddy, none of which are remembered as sterling examples of cinematic skill, if they're remembered at all. James Best, known far and wide as Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane on television's original Dukes of Hazzard, plays Thorne Sherman and captains his own ship. Sounds cool, but sadly it isn't any bigger than the SS Minnow, and the only person he has to boss around is Rook. He's a glorified gopher, delivering supplies out to Doctor Craigis on his island. Sherman is a man's man, which by 1950s terms means he drinks like a fish, smokes like a chimney, has an appreciative eye for the ladies and is ready for a fistfight on a moment's notice, the kind of simplistic brute we are gradually evolving away from, a little too slowly if you ask me. His Honour Judge Henry Dupree plays Rook Griswold and looks like he could have played the title role in that live action Fat Albert movie: Hey, hey, hey! He's Sherman's sole crewman, although the two seem to share a real friendship rather than just bossy Captain/abused crew dynamic. Poor Rook is the first person to bite it in The Killer Shrews, or more accurately, the first to get bitten. Repeatedly, as a matter of fact. In this way this film helped start the stereotype of the token black character becoming the first victim in horror films. You may think films like Night Of The Living Dead and Alien were breakthroughs for the token black character in American horror, but a pessimist might say they simply get more screen-time before being killed-off. Baruch Lumet plays Doctor Marlowe Craigis. He may not seem like much, but he fathered one of Hollywoods greatest producer/directors, Sidney Lumet, famous for

Twelve Angry Men, Failsafe, The Pawnbroker and Dog Day Afternoon. Speaking of dogs, he also directed the all-black musical The Wiz starring Diana Ross and Michael Jackson. Nobody's perfect. Anyway, Craigis says he hails from Sweden, and has come to the island of The Killer Shrews to further his scientific work, but you and I both know it was to keep his sexy daughter out of the Swedish porn industry. Craigis wants to shrink people, or at least slow down our metabolisms so the Earth's resources will last longer when overpopulation becomes a big problem. I think a bigger problem might be smarmy foreign scientists who screw around with Mother Nature... Swedish-born Ingrid Goude, a former Miss Universe, plays Ann Craigis, Doctor Craigis sexy daughter. She claims to be a zoologist, which is about as convincing as Nicole Kidman playing a brain surgeon. Though to be honest, I wouldn't mind checking-out her knowledge of biology, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. Ann serves no purpose here other than to scream on occasion, and to provide Captain Sherman with a new First Mate, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. Ken Curtis, another famous redneck, plays Jerry Farrell, part of Doctor Craigis research team. Curtis was inducted into the Hall Of Great Western Performers in 1981 for his performance as Festus in almost 300 episodes of Gunsmoke. Jerry's vital role in the mission is whining, cowering, boozing it up and generally being a waste of skin. He despises Sherman from the start, probably because he recognises that Sherman is much more of a man than he ever will be. I wouldn't get attached to Jerry if I were you. Played by Gordon McLendon, the Texas millionaire responsible for this mess Doctor Radford Baines is another one of the scientists helping Doctor Craigis with his work. This guy is really devoted to his work. In fact, he can hardly think of anything else and walks around muttering things like "Hematoxic Syndrome." His last moments on Earth are spent in devotion to science and furthering the understanding of mankind, instead of doing something really important like trying to get laid or run away. Unknown Alfredo DeSoto plays Mario. Despite the Italian name, Mario is apparently Mexican. He's most likely a servant of some kind, though his main duty seems to be as a device to advance the plot. Whatever he does, it doesn't involve too much physical labor, as Mario's mid section is expanding faster than a balloon. He isn't around much. Just long enough to say things like "Si, senor," "No, senor" and "Aaaahhhh!". It also explains why the shrews ran out of food. Mario doesn't look like he was missing any meals... Attack Of The Killer Shrews gives real meaning to the phrase Low Budget. Filmed on a mere handful of sets and featuring scene after scene of people talking, often with their back to the camera, with little in the way of action, and one could easily dismiss this as pure manure. The fact that the giant shrews are played by dogs in drag when they're not being represented by clumsy puppets, and one could not be blamed for turning up their nose at this movie. If there is a saving grace, it's the short running time. So yes, there's lots of boring talk, but there is also enough monster action to satisfy fans of such schlocky goodness. Besides, I shouldn't have to explain how funny it is to watch somebody scream in terror at a Collie wearing carpet remnants, when the dog is rolling over on his back obviously expecting a belly rub! And it's with that thought in mind we now return you to the carnivorous canine creepiness that is Attack Of The Killer Shrews! CLOSING: It's alright, you can open your eyes now. How exactly do Killer Shrews assimilate poison into their systems, anyway? For instance, I love to drink Absinthe, and I do mean Absinthe, not that over-the-counter swill. I've consumed hundreds if not thousands of litres of it over the years, over three thousand litres just in the last fifteen years, but I still haven't started frothing with green poison yet. If I can't assimilate my own favourite

beverage after drinking thousands of bottles, how can the shrews do so with poison after just one sampling of it? Anyway, please join me next week so I can poke you in the eye with another frightful excursion to the backside of the Public Domain, filmed in glorious 2-D black & white Regularscope on...The Schlocky Horror Picture Show. Toodles!

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bspokeclinic · 4 years ago

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5 Question To Ask Yourself Before Breast Implants

You have made up your mind about breast implants, but have you asked yourself some imperative questions before making a final decision. If not, then you should give attention to the following mentioned question. Let's have a look at these questions:

Will They Fit My Lifestyle?

It is one of the imperative questions to consider before you get into the procedure. If you love to exercise, then breast implants might affect your lifestyle. Will you be okay with a little more movement in your chest area?

Implants are usually placed under the pectoral muscles. Therefore, you might not be able to use this muscle. If you select an inappropriate size, the muscle might feel fitted. You can consult your surgeon while finding the right size of breast implant.

How Bigger Do I Want To Be?

“How bigger do I want to be?” is one of the most important questions to ask yourself. The best solution is to look into magazines or online pictures to get a better idea. You can also check that the size you are planning to have looked right on you. For this, you can use breast implant samples to help you see what implant size might look like.

Do I Want A Natural Look?

Some women want extra-large breasts and are not concerned about their natural look. Others don't want people to know they have implants. There is a lot to discuss, and no matter what choice you make, you should discuss these questions as soon as possible.

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therappundit · 7 years ago

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December 2017 - *PlayLi$t of the Month*

With only a few days remaining in 2017, I have spent the last few days tearing through as much new music as possible for this month’s playlist. The last few days alone proved to be stacked with new releases, which certainly made an impact on the final version of my list. As I continue to work on THE Rap Pundit’s list of the best rap songs of the year, please enjoy this super-sized edition of my PlayLi$t of the Month for December....

1. “Rivi” - Benny

https://soundcloud.com/gxfr/2-rivi-prod-by-daringer?in=gxfr/sets/benny-x-dj-green-lantern-butcher-on-steroids

(While his fellow Buffalo brethren and Griselda solider blessed the world with G.O.A.T just about 48 hours ago, Benny The Butcher had one of the hottest projects out with Butcher On Steroids. I’m glad that folks are starting to appreciate Benny, because he really is one of the finest writers of raw street tales I can recall since Beanie Sigel. “Rivi” is one of many standouts off the mixtape, but it’s that second verse that helped it land the #1 spot this month: “they tell us to stay in school, but nah, that don’t pay electric / it’s funny how we say we trap, just to make an exit.” Damn, Benny’s...got...BARS.)

2. “G.O.A.T.” - Conway

https://soundcloud.com/gxfr/01-g-o-a-t-produced-by-1?in=gxfr/sets/conway-goat-1

(Finally...the G.O.A.T. has arrived. Call it a mixtape, call it an album, call it whatever you want, but no matter how you look at it, Conway’s new project is as grimy as advertised. I’m not sure if it’s a stronger project than Conway’s previous two 2017 projects - Reject On Steroids & More Steroids - but that’s a testament to how prolific Con has been this year. The titular track makes for an attention grabbing intro, with Daringer providing Conway The Machine with sparse drums that serve to heighten anticipation for the ominous music to follow. And Con doesn’t disappoint. If you have never heard a song from anyone associated with Griselda Records, consider this cut the perfect intro to the resurgence of gritty hip-hop that has been coming out of upstate New York over the last few years.)

3. “Facts” - Royalz feat. Roc Marciano

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETKBFEbGzBI

(I don’t know where this track came from, or anything about Royalz’ production, but this thing is a straight thumper. Roc really sounds like he’s in the pocket on this one...notice who amazing he sounds over samples that lean on a reggae vibe? I’m still bumping Rosebudd’s Revenge on a regular basis, as you should.)

4. “Th3rd F” - Conway feat. Raekwon

https://soundcloud.com/gxfr/03-th3rd-f-featuring-raekwon?in=gxfr/sets/conway-goat-1

(Possibly the most Wu-esque non-Wu track I’ve ever heard. So damn raw and soulful Conway had to get someone from the Wu-Tang Clan to jump on board, and boy does Rae jump in. After you start to wonder, “oh no, is Rae just speaking on the outro to this one?”, he comes through with a verse that stands with any of his classics. Of all the grimy cuts on Grimiest Of All Time, this one is a contender for the grimiest.)

5. “Mandatory” - Conway feat. Royce Da 5′9

https://soundcloud.com/gxfr/08-mandatory-featuring-royce?in=gxfr/sets/conway-goat-1

(The whole G.O.A.T. project bangs, but when The Machine and Royce join forces, what follows is a bloodbath of bars. “Mandatory” is no different.)

6. “I Pray” - Fabolous & Jadakiss feat. Swizz Beatz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKnwDRbu4Cw

(Not gonna lie...I was pretty disappointed by this Freddy Vs. Jason/Friday On Elm Street project. After a lengthy delay, it finally dropped, but long after Halloween, and long after Fab’s resurgence about two years ago. Both F-A-B-O and Jada have some strong moments on the tape, but most of the tracks lack the teeth of the project’s intro, or this moody gem. Probably the finest hook work on the whole tape, too - thanks Swizz.)

7. “The Delegation” - DaVillins feat. Roc Marciano, Rim, Rock Monsta, Foul Monday & Sean Price

https://soundcloud.com/da-villins/the-delegation

(This is a CRAZY collaboration that just dropped earlier today. Fans may recognize this from a snippet of Roc’s opening verse that was posted on IG last month. I originally thought it was a tease for Roc’s upcoming sequel to Rosebudd’s Revenge, but that remains to be seen. Wherever this track ends up, it’s tough as nails and belongs on this list.)

8. “Stir Fry” - Migos

https://pitchfork.com/reviews/tracks/migos-stir-fry/

(Pharrell blessed the Migos with this one. The unstoppable trio of Offset, Quavo and Takeoff sound as energized as ever, twisting some contagious flows over this bouncy and melodic instrumental that harkens back to some of The Neptunes’ finest work.)

9. “Been Down” - Nipsey Hustle feat. Swizz Beatz

http://uproxx.com/realtalk/nipsey-hussle-swizz-beats-been-down-surprise-single/

(It’s really starting to sound like Nipsey is preparing us for something special in early 2018, doesn’t it? Musically, I think Nipsey has grown a lot since he arrived on the seen. He and Swizz cruise along on this one, riding the horns of an instrumental that serves both east and west coast sensibilities. I’m really look forward to his Victory Lap album this Feb.)

10. “Slept To Death” - Statik Selektah feat. Curren$y & Cousin Stizz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w11nuulV5GI

(Always glad to hear a new compilation from Statik Selektah. Curren$y and Cousin Stizz sound so slick over this instrumental, it’s hard to believe these guys aren’t all part of the same collective. Makes sense, because whatever Spitta or Stizz lack in lyrical complexity they make up for in making consistently good music.)

11. “Trump” - Conway

https://soundcloud.com/gxfr/02-trump-produced-by?in=gxfr/sets/conway-goat-1

(Fans knew that Alchemist would cook up something dark for Conway’s G.O.A.T. It seems that a lot of their work that was previously allocated to the album might now appear on Conway, Westside Gunn & Alc’s Hall & Nash 2 tape in the future. If any more of their collaborations sound like this one, then 2018 is going to be another year that belongs to Griselda..)

12. “You The Type” - Your Old Droog

https://soundcloud.com/adultswimsingles/your-old-droog

(I typically like to keep comedy and rap music separate...but Your Old Droog has some legit hilarious lines on this one. One of the few MC’s that can pen a funny line that’s also dope as hell, this is the Droog I have been missing. He’s still one of the best lyricists of the modern generation, go back and listen to his projects if you’re somehow still sleeping on Droog.)

13. “Only Difference” - Taylor Bennett & Bianca Shaw

https://www.fakeshoredrive.com/2017/12/taylor-bennett-bianca-shaw-connect-for-only-difference.html/

(It’s great to hear new bars from Chance The Rapper’s younger brother, because I know Taylor can spit! I’m less familiar with Bianca Shaw, but both of the young MC’s go in, and I am loving the vibe on this one.)

14. “Modern Slavery” - Travis Scott & Quavo

http://www.xxlmag.com/news/2017/12/quavo-travis-scott-huncho-jack-jack-huncho-album-stream/

(I didn’t expect much from this collaboration. I knew there would likely be a few catchy joints off of Trav & Quavo’s Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho project...but my gut told me this would be a lazy union of two of auto-tune’s finest auto-tuners, and little more than a collection of throwaways. Well...sometimes my gut is just *straight-up* stupid. The chemistry between these guys is immediately apparent. They flow their asses off, hooks are well constructed, and the production could not be more polished for a surprise tape like this. And kicking off the project with a dope soul sample? I did not expect that at all. Shame on me for doubting the knack for musicality that both of these artists possess.)

15. “Satriale’s - Benny feat. El Camino and Conway

https://shadyrecords.com/2017/11/27/listen-now-benny-x-dj-green-lantern-butcher-on-steroids/

(Three of Griselda’s mic assassins going in on one record, why not name it after the infamous Sopranos hangout? Take your pick of who takes this one, but I would have to say that not many are writing tight verses like The Butcher right now - and that includes the might Machine.)

16. “Two 16′s” - Z Money & ChaseTheMoney feat. Valee

https://soundcloud.com/user-421658681/two-16s-feat-valee

(This one dropped a few months back but it has been garnering considerable attention as of late. Low key, I have been a Z Money fan for a while, and I dig Valee too...but Valee’s flow on this one...the dude leaves the planet on “Two 16′s”. Take a listen and see for yourself - and remember the name Valee, because rumor has it he is now signed to G.O.O.D Music, which means even bigger things to follow....)

17. “Theme Music” - Fabolous & Jadakiss feat. Swizz Beatz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gdWI4C3Am4

(Wow, busy month for Swizz, eh? I remember when I first heard this sample used on U-God’s “Bizarre”, and I’m glad it was put to good use again. While Fabolous is no Styles P., he sounds pretty good going back and forth with Jadakiss on this soulful standout off Friday On Elm Street.)

18. “Space Cadet” - Kollision (Quality Control album)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbBLJCYyo2E

(I don’t use the term “wavy” often...or ever...but if I did, I would use it to describe this song. The appropriately titled track has a spacey beat, and Kollision cruises over it in a way that I would describe as “casual Quavo”. I don’t know who you are Kollision but after hearing this flow, you just made yourself a fan. I look forward to hearing more from the previously off-the-radar Atlanta rapper.)

19. “Go For Yours” - Rigz

https://soundcloud.com/rigz-585/go-for-yours-prod-by-5th?in=rigz-585/sets/i-got-samples-hosted-by-statik-selektah

(Continuing with the trend of great rap music from upstate NY, leave Buffalo for a moment and head to Rochester to check out Rigz. Rigz can flat-out rap, and this joint is just a taste of how strong he is on his new album, I Got Samples.)

20. “Dear Eastside” - Kidz In The Hall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffuXZOheq1Y

(What year is it again? No matter, the point is Kidz In The Hall are back!? Double-O and Naledge return to deliver a sound that could have easily dropped during the Native Tongue heyday. Just a beautiful homage to their home of Chicago, this is top down in the winter music. Welcome back, Kidz - and thanks for the new album!)

Merry Christmas and a happy & healthy holidays to all!! Salute.

[ICYMI: Last month’s list below]

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/167678957361/november-2017-playli-t-of-the-month

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Chapter 3: New Life

Three and a half months later, Lucia was omitted to the small hospital that was built in the lab. As Gaster was with Lucia helping her through the ‘labor pain’ from what she was experiencing from my perspective. While she was giving birth I was left alone in Gaster’s office that was on the other side of the laboratory, far from the others. I felt a shiver go down my stem, it was odd almost painful, although we flowers do feel pain when being broken or damaged from being crushed in any way. This pain was like no pain any of my kind has gone through almost as if every part of my body was being pulled, stretch, and squished all at once, is this because of the samples of the human souls I had absorbed before?

The pain continues to increase causing me to thrash around on in my pot, pushing myself off of the desk. The pain was far more excruciating once I hit the ground, it was now like being beat to a bloody pulp. Then it stop, I couldn't not feel anything not a single vein in my stem, my leaves, or my petals; everything was starting to fade. I heard a gasp along with panicking mumbles in the distance, I couldn't tell who it was but I knew it was Gaster when I saw a white face come into view. I feel my body slowly becoming numb as the dark spots overtake my vision. Suddenly, I'm lifted into a warm and sturdy pair of arms; not long after I let my body go completely limp in his grasp.

“You can’t give up just yet, There are others who care about you”

A distant voice could be heard all around You.

“You can do this, we know you can because we believe in you”

Another voice accompanied the first.

“There is someone who has yet to meet and will need your help.”

A third voice making their self-known.

“So stay strong friend!”

They shout together, as one.

✧Their kind and encouraging words fill you with a new found feeling.✧

“hmm...ugh...w-what happened” I opened my eyes to see a relief and worried Gaster. What happened to me! “G-Gaster...I can see you, like see you.” I said with fear as my voice cracked a bit, but it did not sound like my normal echoed high pitch voice. Instead, it sounded less high pitch and more like it was almost child-like. “Wha-what happened to me and why do I sound like this?!”

“Mmm...it seems you have gone through some sort of transformation, I would have to do some tests to see what was or triggered this change of yours. Normally echo flowers have never gone through anything like this, at least from my knowledge. From what I can tell you is that your appearance changed, well it is best if you see for yourself.” He held up a mirror facing me, there I see white pupil-less eyes and a faint thin line, I suppose that is supposed to be my mouth. What caught my attention the most were the two vine-like tentacles, I can't believe this is what I have become now. I used my left vine? Tentacle? to grab the mirror and bring it closer to my bud, seeing my reflection my actual reflection.

My reflection then fades to an adult human female, she smiled at me and was speaking to me but I could not hear a single sound of what she is saying. Then she vanishes and my reflection was back but then I remember back when I was passed out. ‘There is someone who you have yet to meet and needs your help,’ is she the one who needs help? How do I have to meet her? So many questions running through my head. Who was she? Why did I become like this? Who were those voices belong to? I guess over time I will find the answers to these questions and probably some more research.

A moment of realization hit me, if Gaster is here then Lucia is out of labor but something feels wrong, very wrong. I closed my eyes and focus on everything around me, I can see everyone’s souls from all over the underground, from the ruins to the throne room. I minimized my search to focus on Lucia and her child, I found her soul a few doors down into the next hallway but there is another soul with her. A much smaller soul, if my memory is correct the size of an infant monster is bigger, at least twice their soul size. There is only one possible answer as to why that comes to mind and I wish it does not come to that, I need to check their soul I just hope I am wrong about this.

“Gaster, I need you to take me to Lucia right now this is urgent, there is no time to lose.” From the looks of it, he knew something is up but does not question my judgment.

“Right. I don’t know what it is that you know but that matter will be for another time.” He grabs my pot and makes his way to Lucia’s room, once we made it to the door Gaster straighten himself and caught his breath. I don’t know how that is possible since he is made of bones and is a skeleton. But I can question that later, right now is not the time to be a curious cat and focus on the task at hand. He knocked on the door before hearing a soft ‘come in’ from the inside, he steps through and I saw a small skeleton sleeping in her arms.

“Oh Echo look at you, you've changed from the last time I saw you but I have to say your new appearance looks great.” When I saw that smile of hers that's full of caring and love, I felt a pang in my chest breaking the news much harder than it already is.

“Thank you, Lucia” I couldn't help but let a smile form. “Gaster, may I?” I looked at him with a pleading look in my eyes, he looked from me to Lucia to the small bundle of blankets then back to me.

“Very well, just please be careful we don't know what side effects could happen with this new appearance of yours.” I nodded as he brought my pot closer to Lucia’s bed climbing out to stand by her.

“You see I have the ability to see souls along with their stats but the reason I brought it up was that your child here - well…” I placed a vine hovering over the child’s form and summon their soul. There stood a small soul about the size of a unisicle or even a monster candy, it was smaller than I had originally thought much smaller than mine. “Your child here was not able to fully develop a soul due to the small amount of magic, even with that it is not enough to sustain his form nor his soul for much longer. I’m sorry to the bearer of bad news, I knew how much you wanted to have a child and I did not want you to think it was your fault for not noticing sooner or tried to help them.” She did not answer nor looked at either Gaster or I but her child, half eyes were covered in darkness.

“Do you know?”

“Pardon?”

“Do you know how to fix him? Prevent him from dusting, if it requires magic or soul I will gladly give it all for my son. I don’t care if I die in the process, all that matters is that he is well and will live a long fulfilling life.”

“Lucia let’s be rational here, we can find a way without the need of sacrificing anybody, please? I’ll ask Asgore if I can put off the barrier experiments to conduct some tests to heal our son, just please think this through - for him.”

“I read all the books in the entire facility and was able to find a solution if this was to ever rise up with any of the citizens. It’ll take some time-”

“Do it. Whatever it will take for my son to live, I don’t care about the consequences I'll pay it if so be it.”

“If that is your command than I shall obey, Captain Lucia.” I held the small soul in the middle of my vines transferring over my magic to the child’s soul. The lights were flickering till they burst, causing a blackout within the facility with myself as the only light source. There were odd symbols circling around Lucia’s bed in an illuminating blue color. I was growing tired from the loss of magic but I could care less of what will become of me. The life of a child is far more important than I, a precious life form who holds a title only they can live up too.

#Chapter 3 #New Life #Echo's form reveal #to save a life far more precious then my own #echo's story

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whatdoesthebatsay · 7 years ago

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For @enygmass and anyone else who’s stressing about University in a couple of weeks, I’ve got some advice for you guys. University can seem really daunting, especially if this is your first time living away from home, but I’m here to help you through as much as I can!

Now bear in mind, this is coming from the angle of the US higher education system. I unfortunately don’t have much knowledge of foreign universities, so pick and choose which advice applies most to your situation! (I also just realized it’s been a decade since I first went to college so, uh...things might have changed)

Unless a professor sends out an email specifically saying to have a textbook for the first day of class, DON’T BUY THEM UNTIL YOU GO TO THE FIRST DAY OF CLASS. Seriously. I know you guys want to be prepared for anything that’ll come your way, but I can’t tell you how many times I bought a book beforehand and literally never used it throughout the duration of the semester. Look at the syllabus, paying special attention to what readings will be assigned. Are there frequent readings from the textbook, or is it intended more as an additional reference guide? Unless you have a professor who crawled up from the innermost circle of hell and gives you surprise questions on an exam like “Where did the author of the textbook get their doctorate?” you can usually get a good idea if the textbook is actually necessary and plan accordingly.

Speaking of textbooks, 99.99% of the time you don’t need the latest and greatest edition, especially for your gen eds like history, literature, or even basic biology. Textbooks are a racket, and most publishers just rearrange page numbers or add new images and label it as the “New, 7th Edition!” You can usually find older editions for exponentially cheaper than the newer ones, so spring for those if you can find them.

For those of you who are worried about not making friends, might I draw your attention to clubs? I know it seems cliche, but universities—especially big public ones—often have a dearth of clubs to choose from. They’re a great way to meet new people who have similar interests to you and to provide low-stress enrichment outside of your dorm room. In my university tenure I was a part of a book club, a film club, the art history club, and I went to a few meetings of the swing dancing club, and those were just a very small sampling of everything VCU offered! All of them were great and helped distract me from academic stress. See if the university offers a meet-and-greet type of day where all of the clubs, sororities/fraternities, and other student life groups set up tables and take a stroll to see what’s around!

On the subject of academic stress, it’s going to happen. Professors don’t coordinate their assignments, especially when they aren’t even in the same department, so it’s going to feel like everything’s coming due at once. Remember to just take a moment and breathe. Take a break every couple of hours, go get a glass of water, or take a walk around the block to help re-center yourself.

I strongly advocate for study groups. Bear in mind that very little studying actually occurs at most study groups (so don’t use them as the only time you study), but it gives you a place to vent frustrations about difficult professors and collaborate on strategies for exams or big projects. There also might be someone there who has a new insight on something that’s been giving you a hard time, or has knowledge of helpful study aids.

The Dorm Plague is a real thing, especially in the fall semester. Living in such close quarters with a bunch of strangers creates a hotbed for colds to spread like wildfire, so be sure you’re prepared! Bring a little mini medicine bag with you, including ibuprofen/Tylenol, cough syrup, Nyquil/Dayquil, Mucinex, whatever you use when the Crud strikes. If you’re down and out with a cold, you probably don’t want to go out in freezing temps to the nearest corner store to get these, so it’s best to have them on retainer. Also have bandaids and Neosporin in case you get paper cuts or other cuts and scrapes.

Remember to take time for yourself. If you’ve got a roommate, it can sometimes feel like privacy is nonexistent. Find a place somewhere on campus where you can be alone for as long as you need to be. My favorite spot was the 5th floor of the library, which was a silent study floor.

Talk to your academic advisors! Admittedly some of them are more helpful than others, but they can help you with the nightmare that is scheduling for the next semester and make sure you’re staying on track.

And when it comes to scheduling, have a first, second, and third choice for both core classes and electives. Gen eds are usually pretty easy to get into because they often have bigger class sizes, but your major classes and choice electives usually fill up fast. I can’t tell you how many times I planned my schedule out only for everything to get ruined by a class filling up before I could get in.

Speaking of electives, use them as an opportunity to check out something you might be interested in or to give yourself a low-stress class to offset the madness of everything else. I studied art history and thus took a lot of film classes, which had the dual benefit of having very little actual homework while also helping to broaden my understanding of 20th century modernism. Some classes may have “major restrictions” (which means they’re only for people who are majoring in that area of study), but your advisor should be able to tell you if you can get an override into it.

Try not to pull all-nighters frequently. I know it feels like there aren’t enough hours in the day sometimes, but frequent all-nighters will negatively impact both your health and your academic performance, and I guarantee the work you put out after going for 24 hours is not going to be great. Sometimes you’ll HAVE to do an all-nighter, especially around midterms and finals, but try not to make it a habit. I did and I ended up with a terrible throat infection my first semester at VCU. 0/10, do not recommend.

Talk to your professors! Some of them are going to be holy terrors, but others are genuinely kind and understanding. If you’re having difficulty with a deadline due to an overwhelming work load, see if they’ll work with you or give you an extension. It’s certainly not guaranteed, and many of them will most likely say no, but it never hurts to ask.

I’m here to tell you that not getting the grade you wanted in a class is not the end of the world, even though it might feel like it is. There will always be professors who are notoriously and unnecessarily difficult, and there will always be subjects that you personally struggle with. You might even have to retake a class. IT’S OKAY. Look at the mistakes that you made, learn from them, and move on.

Most of all, HAVE FUN. High school is nothing compared to college. It’s hard and stressful and sometimes it’ll reduce you to tears of frustration, but this is the place where you’ll really start to develop your identity, identify or solidify your interests and potential career paths, and where you will meet so many wonderful, interesting people. Remember to stay curious, to keep your mind open, and use this as a space to learn about as much as you possibly can. You can not only do this, you can CRUSH IT.

And if you ever have a question, concern, fear, or worry, Grandma Jessy is here to help.

#advice #college is great you guys i promise

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joeybelle · 8 years ago

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Starlight - Chapter 8

Relationship: Cassian Andor x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Tags: Pre-Rogue One, Slow Burn, Romance, Foul Language, Hurt/Comfort

Once she got settled in the med bay, Cora’s life had somewhat returned to normal. It didn’t happen instantly, she had to spend a few more days in the cell until they found a better housing option for her and they made sure she understood all the rules and the limitations given by her “still our prisoner” status. But as soon as they convinced themselves that she wasn’t going to go berserk and kill everyone in sight, they let her become a normal human again. Within well established limits, of course, but that was nothing new.

She didn’t really understand why it took them so long to find her a place to live. When they told her they were moving her from the prison cell she assumed they’d give her a bunk bed in one of the barracks, but apparently they still wanted her separated from the rest of their men. She guessed that reinforced the idea that she was still an undesirable person.

When the guards picked her up from the cell for the last time and they brought her to her new living quarters she was surprised to notice that they hadn’t left the underground level. The room they gave her wasn’t that deep in the maze of corridors, being quite close to the elevators. It was one of the few rooms in a corridor that was now abandoned. They used to have a lot more personnel when they first moved to this base so they used most of the space available, they explained. In time, they spread their men to different bases and outposts and some of the living areas remained unused. No one wanted to live in the catacombs beneath the temple if they didn’t have to. Cora wasn’t bothered by it in the least.

The room was a lot bigger than what she expected, but scantily furnished. She had a bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a chair, all standard issue and a small bathroom on one end. It looked like the room used to house more than one person in the past, but she didn’t complain. She’d just have to find things to fill it with, to make it look more homely.

That was an interesting thought. The only real home she ever had was on ISD Corinthia when she was a kid. All the others were dorms or barracks or a tiny room on a crowded ship. They were all standardized and impersonal. She didn’t really have any personal possessions so it was very easy for her to move from one place to another. But right now she was thinking of making this place feel like home. It was an unfamiliar feeling.

Working in the med bay was a pleasant routine that she had really missed. She was doing 12 hours shifts with the occasional 16 hours here and there. She wasn’t allowed to do much else anyway. She was allowed however to be unsupervised in the med bay, mess hall and her room, so she spent most of her time working.

To say their two med bays were understaffed was a huge understatement. There were only ten medics on base, herself included, out of which four doubled as combat medics and were also going off world whenever they were needed. The med bay on the base level was primarily handling the emergencies and the small things like cuts and bruises that could be handled in a matter of minutes. The one upstairs, where she ended up working, handled the more complicated surgeries, the ones that required bacta tanks and long recovery periods, but also common illnesses and regular checkups.

While in the beginning they required her to be under the constant supervision of Doctor Crane or another medic, they soon decided that it was rather counterproductive and that she could manage the infirmary on her own, only needing another doctor to assist her on the more complicated surgeries. For a while she also had a pair of guards waiting by the door, following her whenever she left the med bay, but one day Senator Mothma sent them somewhere else and they never returned.

At first, the rebels were quite cautious in her presence, throwing her apprehensive glances, but they slowly warmed up towards her. That’s not to say that they would become best friends anytime soon, but they started smiling at her and greeting her on the corridors and that made Cora’s heart melt a little. She even met some of the other imperial defectors who were very excited to hear some new gossip from inside the Empire. She was happy to oblige since working in the infirmary of a star destroyer somehow made her an encyclopedia of useless information. She was also starting to have regular patients, like a certain mechanic that was coming in daily with with scratches or bruises. She had to wonder if he was either the clumsiest mechanic that had ever lived or he just liked seeing Cora put a band aid over his scratched fingers.

Another thing that changed in her life was that the interrogations had stopped completely. She assumed that was thanks to Senator Organa. She didn’t miss them, there was nothing to miss, but she wished she could have a few moments alone with Cassian to convince herself that he wasn’t still angry at her. He didn’t seem angry, she saw him passing the med bay almost daily, always in a hurry, and he gave her a curt nod whenever he noticed her, but he never came to say hello. She didn’t expect a “Congratulations for getting out of jail” cake from him, but he could stop by one day and ask her how she’s been doing. After all, they may not have been friends, but he knew more things about her than anyone else on base. Except maybe for General Forehead who was reading his reports.

Maybe he was busy, she thought. From the med bay she could clearly see the officers’ quarters aligned to the left and the right. His was the last one on the right. This was a piece of information she wasn’t very proud of knowing, but she sometimes found herself following him with her gaze. He was usually the one of the first to rise and last ones to go to sleep, if he even came home for the night, so maybe he was just too busy to visit. But she couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling that he only ever talked to her when it was his job. And now, she wasn’t his job anymore.

The nights had become a lot more peaceful for her. Cora liked doing night shifts because there were less people that came in for a painkiller or a scratch and she could really concentrate on the ones that really required medical care. Doctor Crane was happy to let her take those, even though he opposed to her working more than sixteen hours a day. She didn’t mind. She liked being so tired that she would go to her room, take a quick shower and fall asleep instantly. This way, the nightmares weren’t bothering her anymore.

She liked being up when the sun rose. The med bay had a huge window and most mornings were calm enough that she could relax for a while with a cup of hot coffee, watching as the sky lit up. The base started getting crowded about the same time so it was a precious moment of peace.

She took another sip of coffee and contemplated going back to work. With so little personnel there was always something to do in the med bay. Doctor Crane had promised her he would be coming early that day, but Cora was in no rush to go to sleep just yet. The sun shone brightly making Cora hope than when the fog would lift she may see clear sky for the first time since she had been taken to Yavin IV. It was a beautiful morning.

Her attention was caught by a dark figure approaching the med bay. It took her only a second to recognize Cassian’s imperial droid, with Cassian in tow, of course. The Captain did a double take once he noticed her, and seemed determined to turn around and leave, but the droid put a metal hand on his shoulder and pushed him in.

“...and that’s only one possible outcome,” the droid finished whatever he was telling Cassian before they entered the med bay.

Cassian threw him a glare before he turned his attention to Cora. “When’s Doctor Crane coming in?”

“Good morning to you too, Captain,” Cora sarcastically greeted him, throwing her now empty coffee cup in the bin. “He’s going to be here soon, I suppose, but whatever problem you may have, I can assure you I am perfectly qualified to help you.”

“I’ll come back later.” He turned around to leave, but the droid caught him again.

“No, you won’t,” he said, interposing himself between Cassian and his only way out. “At the rate your current condition is deteriorating, there is a 46% probability you will be incapacitated by sundown.”

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked the droid, seeing as the captain had decided to be moody.

“Nothi…”

“He has a sort of rash on his calves that is starting to suppurate,” the droid cut him off.

“Put him on the consultation table,” she instructed the droid, while she washed her hands and pulled on a pair of gloves. “There are restraints under it if you need to tie him down.” Cassian tried to protest, but the droid urged him towards the table.

“Why are you listening to her?” she could hear Cassian hiss as she grabbed the disinfectant.

“She’s the doctor,” the droid simply replied. “Statistically, fewer bad things will happen if you listen to your doctor, Cassian.”

Cora tried stifling a laugh, but failed. “Listen to the droid, Captain. He has more common sense than you.”

“Is that an insult?” the droid asked.

“Maybe?”

Cassian snorted, but gave up on the idea of running away and got on the table. Cora carefully pulled up the hem of his brown trousers revealing the skin underneath. She hoped it would be something easy to treat like an allergy, but it seemed that the Captain wasn’t that lucky. The skin was bright red, hot to the touch and somewhat puffy. The pustules that had formed were already the size of a fingernail and had a sickly, yellowish tint. She didn’t have to test it to know what it was, after all she had treated more than 30 imperial soldiers one day of the same thing, but she took a sample from the pus anyway.

“I have no idea where you’ve been lately, Captain, but you’ve walked into some shit.” She got up and called a med droid. “98% chance of being incapacitated before noon,” she joked.

“That doesn’t sound like an actual medical diagnosis. Are you sure you’re qualified to handle this?” The droid’s expressionless gaze followed her around the room. Cassian chuckled. “And I can assure you my calculations are correct.”

She instructed the med droid to prep one of the operation rooms then put the sample in a slot in the lab machine. “I’m not doubting your calculations, but you’ve underestimated the gravity of the injury. It’s caused by a poisonous vine that grows in swamps. Besides causing purulent blisters on the contact area, it also causes high fevers, nausea, and if left untreated for longer periods of time, internal bleeding and organ failure. Is that diagnosis good enough?” She could see the frown on Cassian’s face accentuating. She assumed he had tried to brush it off as only a minor injury that was now proving to be a lot more serious than expected. “Are you allergic to anything, Captain?”

“Isn’t that stated in my medical file, Doctor?”

“You’d be surprised to find out that my interdiction to access any database includes the medical records. I guess General Draven fears that the Empire may be interested to know if you have hemorrhoids or not.” She winked at Cassian trying to lighten the mood a little.

“The Captain does not have hemorrhoids.” The droid seemed outraged by the assumption. Cora couldn’t help but smile. “And he doesn’t have any allergies either,” he added.

The machine’s screen flashed red, indicating the toxin that was already in his bloodstream. Cora instructed the machine to isolate it and to synthesize an antidote. That would take a few minutes.

“Good morning, Cora! I see you’re busy already.” Doctor Crane entered the med bay, coffee cup in hand and his ever present smile on his face.

“Good morning, Doc,” she smiled.

“Oh, good morning Cassian.” He said, noticing the patient. Cassian greeted back. “Long time no see. It almost made me think you’d started taking care of yourself and stopped getting into trouble.” The doctor opened a locked drawer, pulled out a datapad and started scrolling on it. “I was obviously wrong. What happened this time?” he asked Cora.

“Poisonous vines. He came in early, fortunately.”

“Well, I can take over if you want. You should go get some breakfast instead.”

“No, thanks. I’m good.”

“Are you sure you’d rather be draining pus than eating a healthy breakfast so early in the morning?”

“I’m sure.”

“Ok then. This is his medical file,” he said, handing her the datapad. “Wouldn’t want you going into surgery without all the available information on hand. Take care of our Captain, please,” he said

“Oh, I’m going to take real good care of the Captain,” she said ominously, looking over his medical file. That earned her a fearful look from Cassian and a blank stare from the droid. She smiled at both of them.

She was aware she was being unprofessional. She wouldn’t have allowed herself to behave and joke like that with anyone else, but with Cassian, well, he’d seen her at her worst and didn’t run screaming. Besides, she liked poking and and prodding and teasing him, trying to make him lose that stern appearance. It wasn’t a very good idea, as she knew it would probably end up in a fight, but she felt it was payback for putting her in a cell.

The machine made a “ding” so she knew the antidote was ready. She grabbed it and told a med droid what other medication she wanted put into his IV. She helped Cassian get up and guided him towards the operating room. He didn’t protest. He was actually a lot more silent that she had expected him to be, but seeing how the colour drained from his face when he got up, Cora assumed he was in a lot more pain than he was showing.

“I’m sorry,” she told the imperial droid who followed them. “I can’t let you into the operation room. You can either wait here or go about your business, but Captain Andor is going to be in the the infirmary for a while.”

“Oh.” He seemed to think for a moment. “I’ll be going then. I’m K-2SO, by the way. Good luck, Cassian. Get well soon.” Cassian nodded.

“Nice to meet you, K-2SO.” Cora waved to the retreating droid.

“He’s in a good mood today.”

“That’s a good mood?” Cora lifted an eyebrow.

“You’d be surprised.”

As the medical droids were helping Cassian get onto the operating table and hooking him to a monitor, Cora put on a surgical gown, a mask and a pair of medical safety glasses. In her experience, dealing with pustules caused by poisonous vines was a really messy process. She remembered the first time she’d done it, in her second year of medical school since the professors really liked grossing out the students early on, she didn’t eat for an entire day. Especially since they had served cheese balls with a gooey interior that day.

Cassian was patiently waiting for her on the operating table, looking a little paler than before. She looked over the monitor, he had a mild fever right now but that may soon change in reaction to the antidote. She attached the vial to the IV and watched as the substance mixed with the saline solution.

“The antidote to the poison is really strong, so it’s very common to feel nauseous or dizzy. If you feel like vomiting, turn to the left,” she instructed him. “If the pain is too much of you feel very ill, please tell me and I’ll administer a sedative.” She’d already given him painkillers so the pain should go away soon, but the cocktail of medication had some uncomfortable side-effects.

“I’m ok,” he said, but his voice was weak.

Cora grabbed a pair of scissors and started cutting the leg of his trousers. Cassian lifted his head of the table and watched her work with an unfocused gaze.

“Are you feeling ok, Captain?” she asked, spraying his legs with a generous amount of disinfectant.

“I’m fine,” he replied, lowering his head. “Just a little dizzy.”

“That’s normal.” She applied a local anesthetic and started cutting open the blisters and draining the fluid inside. It was a tedious task, but Cora worked as fast as she could. She liked her job, even though at times she had to do gross and repetitive things like this, she still loved being able to help.

“Captain,” she suddenly asked, “why were you so determined to leave once you saw it was me in the infirmary? Don’t you trust my medical skills?” She felt he was still angry at her for insisting to see how his wound had healed, so she had to ask. She looked at him over her safety glasses. He had his eyes closed so she assumed he’d fallen asleep. A low chuckle proved her otherwise.

“You once said that you regretted saving my life.”

She blinked a few times, surprised by the answer. That was really the last thing she was expecting. “You actually believed that?” she finally asked. “And you thought I wouldn’t do my job because of it?”

“Maybe.” His voice was barely a whisper.

“Well, I lied. I was angry,” she explained, going back to cleaning the injury. “Before being an imperial or a rebel, I am a doctor. My job is saving people, friends or foes. My feelings will never get in the way of that.” She wondered if she could ever hate someone so much that she’d refuse to save them. She had one name on that list, and one name only. “Besides,” she continued, “I don’t hate you nearly enough for that.”

“But you do hate me.”

“A little,” she joked.

He laughed and said something in a foreign language that she didn’t understand. She wanted to ask him what he said, but then figured that if he wanted her to know, he would have said it in Basic. It sounded sad somehow, but maybe she was just overthinking it.

She didn’t pester him with anymore questions, as she noticed from his raspy breathing that he was starting to feel worse. His fever had gotten higher and there were tiny droplets of sweat forming on his brow. Nonetheless, he didn’t complain once. Cora finished cleaning the wounds and covered them in bacta before bandaging them tightly. It would take about a day for the incisions to heal, but treated correctly, they wouldn’t scar. That, of course, meant he had to stay in bed and let it heal.

“We’re all done,” she told the captain and was surprised when he tried to stand up. “You’re not allowed to get up just yet or the laceration will start bleeding. You’ll be back here in a few hours begging me to stop the bleeding,” she told him, gently pushing him back. “Please don’t be stubborn today.”

“I’m not…” he started to protest, but Cora started administering a sedative to the IV. His face suddenly became serene and his vision hazy as the drug kicked in.

“I’m sorry, Cassian. Not today.”

The med droids started moving him to a recovery room and Cora followed after discarding her gloves, surgical gown, mask and glasses to a recycling bin. Doctor Crane looked at them over his reading glasses.

“You’ve sedated him?” he asked.

“He was trying to stand up and leave as soon as I finished bandaging his wounds,” she explained. “It says here in his medical file that he left hospital early seven times only in the past three months.”

“Well, he doesn’t like being bedridden. But it’s still rather frowned upon to sedate people unless they really need it.”

“Just this time. I’m tying him to the bed next time. And bolting the bed to the floor so he doesn’t leave with it.” The doctor chuckled.

She followed them to a recovery room. The droids had already put him in bed and made him somewhat comfortable. She looked to the monitor. His fever was starting to go down and that was a good sign. Also the redness on his legs was starting to disappear. It meant the antidote was doing its job. He was going to be ok in a few hours.

Cora dismissed the droids and she was left alone with the sleeping rebel, the beeping of the monitor resounding in the quiet room. She took a damp tissue and wiped the sweat off his forehead. The frown had returned, like he was dreaming of something unpleasant. There were fine lines around his eyes and his skin looked like he had spent too much time in the sun, but even so he was still handsome. Cora brushed a few hair strands off his forehead but then absent-mindedly let her hand fall down to cup his cheek. He stirred in his sleep, but leaned into her touch, the overall tension on his face lessening a bit.

She couldn’t help but smile, but it was a sad smile. She just wanted to hug him tight and tell him that she had no idea what he was going though in his life, but everything was going to be alright.

Unfortunately, he was unconscious, she was his doctor and right now she was crossing a line. She took her hand away with faint sigh. She left the room wondering: just how starved for affection was he?

Just how starved for affection was she?

“You seem troubled. What’s on your mind?” Doctor Crane asked, when Cora returned the datapad.

“He’s only two years older than me,” she said.

“Yes.”

“I thought he’d be at least ten years older.”

The doctor looked at her, his expression unreadable. “He’s been through a lot,” he said, putting the datapad away. Cora looked at him hoping he would elaborate. She was really curious. “But that’s not my story to tell, so you’ll have to ask him.” He smiled.

Cora sighed in frustration. “And so another mystery will never be solved,” she joked and Doctor Crane snickered.

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