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When I look at you all I can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. (The future’s so bright.)
Over the past month, Matt had discovered that Takashi Shirogane was a jackass.
It wasn’t even in the way that Matt could deal with, either. If he was an outright dick, he could have gone to someone and prodded until they took him off the mission. Team cohesion was important, after all, and Matt was the more specialized of the two roles. Yeah, okay, it took a good pilot to get from here to Kerberos, but there were plenty in the Garrison. There were very few people whose expertise crossed over paleobiology, astrophysics and mechanical engineering. The only other one who could go was already the mission commander and Matt’s father.
But Shirogane never crossed a line. There was nothing Matt could point out or repeat or record that said ‘there, that’s why, kick him out right now’. Even Dad didn’t seem to see it, and he’d been there every step of the way.
“He’s nervous,” Dad had said, giving Matt that disappointed ‘you’re being unreasonable stop annoying me over this’ look. “Let it be.”
“it’ll be fine newt, I promise’, you swore to him as his long fingers
fumbled with his bowtie. Gently pushing his hands away, you fixed his tie,
making sure it wasn’t wonky, satisfied with your work, you placed a quick kiss
to his nose. “They will love you, just like I do.’ You tried to reassure, resting your hands on
his shoulders. “and besides, what is it you always tell me? Worrying means you
suffer twice’ you received a weary expression, ‘I wish I’d never told you that
now’ as he teasingly prodded at your nose.
“come on you silly man’ you encouraged him, linking your arms, and
aperating to your childhood home.
You wrapped your knuckles on the door, squeezing Newt’s hand as you
Through the little window in the door, you could see your mum almost
bouncing down the hall, swinging the door open and pulling you into a tight hug.
“oh sweetheart, my darling, we’ve missed you ’ she murmured into your shoulder
as she squeezed you. “this young man must be your Newton, my you picked a handsome
one there, sweetheart’ your mother complimented before bundling a blushing Newt
into his own hug.
“it’s a pleasure to meet you at last Mrs y/l/n’ newt shuck her hand politely.
“come through dear, I can hear the kettle squealing’ you found newts hand once more
giving him a reassuring smile as your mother guided you both into the kitchen,
where the smell of vanilla cake hung about the air.
Your father strode in from the garden, his hands and the knees of his trousers
covered in soil. He shuffled past you pecking your cheek on his way to the
sink. “how’s the star grass getting on, dad?’ you asked as he wrapped you up in
hug, ‘it’s much happier now, after your Newt sent that dung’ sending a nod in newt’s direction,
before letting you go, to clasp newts hand. “it’s lovely to meet you sir, I’m pleased
that the unicorn dung worked.’ With a pat to his shoulder, your father ushered Newt
to the table, where your mother’s Victoria sponge sat along with a large pot of
tea and several tea cups.
The four of you sat quite happily, chatting, eating and drinking together.
You couldn’t wipe the grin off of your face, even if you wanted to. Holding newt’s
hand under the table as he chatted enthusiastically with your father about
I like the concept of GLaDOS having a sort of PTSD thing when it comes to being physically touched (after being poked and prodded by scientists she's extremely uneasy with it) and maybe Chell giving her lil pats on her giant robot head. Then GLaD realizing how calming Chell's touches are compared to ones received in the past. And then she proceeds to play it off like she doesn't really care but actually likes it a lot. Write a fic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯?
( Here you go! )
GLaDOS hadn’t experienced very much physical contact in the past one hundred years. Funny, she never really thought about it. Almost all test subjects died before they could get even a little close, and the one that didn’t had preferred to hit her with rockets than throw punches. And sure, she remembered being picked up briefly when she was stuck inside a potato, but she had been freaked out enough with everything else that the feeling was barely a passing thought in her mind.
She only realized it recently. She had a problem with being touched.
As Severus had observed before, she was the type of person who would always go back home: in this case, to Hogwarts, five years to the day she’d left, for the honoring ceremony; for the dead, the wounded, the still living.
And there was Severus, wearing black like he’d forgotten any other color existed, those robes the light drained into and disappeared; so of course she had to go up and prod him in the arm and say, “How’ve you been?”
“You saw me this morning when you left the house,” he said, and handed her his glass of wine.
One time my friend was being bothered by shadow people, so I naively told them to fuck off and pick on someone else instead. Spent the rest of the night getting poked and prodded and having my blankets pulled as I tried to sleep.
shadow people are awful, honestly. the last time I saw one was about two years ago, and it gave me a very unfriendly reminder to clean my damn room. I’ve never been touched by one but I’ve had them stare at me for hours before. like what is their problem
Horror has never considered the possibility that he is horrible or horrifying in any way. Horror thinks Robot is horrifying, though. Robot never pays any attention to Horror or wants to pet him. Though even if he did, the thought of a metal pincer prodding his plasmatic radioactive coat sends chills down the spine he doesn’t even have.
Surprisingly, it is not Tsuki’s hand. Yancy didn’t want to touch it, so he prods the floating thing in the water until it floats to the shore.
It’s a dead body. The man is probably in his 50s or 60s, and clearly going through the decomposition process. Because of how this process works, the body must have been dead for some time for the cadaver to start floating.
Katsuo accidentally falls into the water. Csilla watches.
Today was spent going through a bunch of old exams. I’m still struggling with understanding most of it and the stress is starting to get to me. I’m not making it up when I’m saying that I got teary eyed when I finally got one of the questions right.