#like technically lol

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Rescue Bots in TFA style (at least an attempt lol you can tell where I started better understanding it)

General Height Chart

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since ive written enough fics to (personally) justify it, heres a fic masterpost!!!

ill pop them under the cut for dash etiquette lol

Escape Artistry (or Lack There Of) 1/1

Steve Pemberton/Reece Shearsmith

What happens when Reece tries an escape trick while Steve steps out of the office, and isn’t able to get out of it before he comes back?

[You know what happens.]

Blame the Fucking Freshman 1/1

Steve Pemberton/Reece Shearsmith

A normal day at Bretton Hall is suddenly turned on its head when Reece and Steve get stuck in a closet together.

Pretty in Silk and Lace 1/1

Steve Pemberton/Reece Shearsmith

A problem arises with one of the shots from the last scene from the night, and Steve is dispatched to find Reece to redo it. The sight that greets him in Reece’s caravan is a surprising but very welcome one.

I Don’t Want Anybody Else 1/2

Steve Pemberton/Reece Shearsmith

Now that they’ve wrapped the filming for Plodding On, Reece is having a hard time of it. Steve knows exactly how to reassure him.

such a brave boy 1/1

Greg Davies/Reece Shearsmith, Alex Horne/Reece Shearsmith, Phil Ellis/Reece Shearsmith

A new and improved (and deceptive) take on the glory hole task. (Because, c’mon, it’s right there.)

Aristophanes’ Theory of Love 2/3

Steve Pemberton/Reece Shearsmith

It was proposed by Aristophanes, an ancient Greek playwright, in a recorded symposium of philosophers, that man was meant to love, and was, in fact, born to do it.

so stick him in a dress 1/1

Steve Pemberton/Reece Shearsmith

Reece takes it upon himself to buy some pretty underthings, and wear them out to an event under his suit. Steve realizes this and reacts accordingly.

for here you are, standing there 1/1

Steve Pemberton/Reece Shearsmith

Two friends take a ghost tour of the Wyndham's Theatre and see what spooky sights there are to see.

Written in honor of the end of the Stage/Fright autumn tour.

when i get home, i’m gonna love you so well

Steve Pemberton/Reece Shearsmith

The scent that drifted out of the front door as Steve opened it told him that tonight was going to be a good one. The tempting scent of apples and brown sugar and steak and garlic made his mouth water, and he couldn't wait to taste whatever delicious things Reece had been making.

Shutting the door behind him and moving into the house, he followed the sound of soft music to the kitchen. Stood in the entryway, Steve found himself struck dumb by what he saw, and internally revised his thought from moments ago. It was the sight before him told him that tonight was going to be a good night.

you can hurt me, do whatever you like

Steve Pemberton/Reece Shearsmith

Many things could be tied back to their writing. Obviously their jobs and their passions, but their desires and fears also found a starring role in all of their works. Very frequently Steve had realized something about Reece, and vice versa, simply through the presence of bondage, or power struggles, or any number of things in their endeavors. This, inevitably, also meant that realizations came in the middle of filming, often at the most inconvenient times, when they would look into each others eyes upon the sound of "cut!" and find blown pupils staring back.

[suzukiblu]

Do you have a WIP with Match?

Match knows who Lex Luthor is, obviously. 

He doesn't know why he's here, though. 

"If you don't give me your little side project right now, I'm going to burn you to the ground," Lex Luthor informs the directors pleasantly. Director Beta looks sour. They were married to each other at some point, Match is vaguely aware somewhere in his information uploads. Or might still be? Legally, anyway. 

He really doesn't know. 

Lex Luthor walked into this Agenda lab with just his chauffeur and a single apparent bodyguard who are both wearing miniskirts and high heels and minimally armed at best, but seems absolutely unconcerned about all the guns currently trained on him or the directors' dark expressions. Match expects to be told to kill him shortly, but no one's given any orders yet. 

"And why would we do that?" Director Beta asks dubiously. 

"Really, Erica," Lex Luthor says dryly. "Do you think I'm stupid, or are you just producing any random clone now without so much as glancing at their DNA?" 

"What?" Director Gamma frowns. "What does the project's DNA have to do with anything?" 

"Ironic question to get in a cloning lab," Lex Luthor observes still more dryly. "It's mine. I designed it. You're currently in possession of my intellectual property. So either hand it and all its files over, or I will, again, be burning you to the ground." 

Match has the odd thought that he isn't convinced Lex Luthor won't be burning the Agenda to the ground no matter what they give him. 

Though–he couldn't. Could he? Not even Lex Luthor. 

"Will you now," Director Beta says frostily, and Lex Luthor looks vaguely annoyed and fully exasperated. 

"Hope. Mercy," he says, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket. "Keep Project Match from getting himself killed, won't you?" 

"Yes, sir," the chauffeur replies with a smirk as the bodyguard dips her head in a silent nod. They don't seem remotely concerned that Lex Luthor just told them to go take on a half-alien metahuman clone. 

No one tells Match to do anything, so he waits.