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[stopfunkinwmyheart]

every time they go outside the sizzler guy is begging people 2 take him 2 sizzler

[p1astr81]

(in)formalities - op81

In which: Oscar informally meets your father, and formally meets the rest of your family.

pairing: Spider-Man!Oscar Piastri x reader

warnings: descriptions of violence, pain, painfully awkward encounters, large time skips, a bit mature near the end, use of y/n.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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“Mr Stark? You there?” Oscar called softly over the coms.

He was currently crouched down in a tree, having followed Ryder West all the way to a remote warehouse. It’s been over a month since his last appearance, and Stark was sure he was conjuring some up that would be rather dangerous.

“I’m here, kid. Trying to get some look inside but the drones are unable to X-ray the building for whatever reason.” Oscar searched the skies for the silent drones, but was unable to locate them. Cloaking mechanisms.

“So I’ll have to sneak inside after all.” Oscar sighed. “Why can’t I be cloaked? Like the suit has a heater in it but can’t make me invisible? And y/n mentioned that I should really get a voice changing device so could we look into-“

“Kid, these are great questions. But should not be asked while you’re hiding out in a tree.”

Oscar blinked, quickly remembering his surroundings. A turn of his head to the left, and he was met with a squirrel peaking its head out of a hole in the tree. “Right, yeah. Mission.” Oscar lowered his voice.

“Okay. Since the drones aren’t working, I have no external vision to help you out. So if you want to back out—“

“No.” Oscar rejected Tony’s proposal quickly. “If he’s harboring weapons, we need to know.” Oscar turned his comms down. If Tony tried to stop him, his words would go unheard.

Silently, he swung himself over to land on top of the warehouse. One thing about Oscar was he could make the perfect inconspicuous landing, as not so much as a tiny tap was made upon his body making contact with the rooftop.

Much like one would do if they were on ice, Oscar dropped to all fours, spreading his body weight out to continue being as stealthy as humanly possible.

Oscar decided his best choice would be to slide through the cracked window on the top of the warehouse. Any other way would be too loud.

Rather robotically, West paced along the width of the warehouse, his back turned to Oscar while he faced the rear entrance as if expecting someone or something.

Tuning back into his comms, Oscar kept his voice low and informed Tony, “it seems like he’s expecting company.”

A frustrated sigh. “Piastri, get-“ Oscar didn’t bother listening, quickly turning his comms back down as soon as he heard Tony’s scolding tone.

Despite the obvious objection from Tony, Oscar slipped himself into the dimly lit warehouse, crawling along the ceiling before finding a stack of large crates to drop down behind. He searched the wooden crates for any kind of label, but only came across “fragile” or “this side up” stickers.

Frustrated, Oscar blindly took a step backward, and his foot landed on a piece of bubble wrap. The loud pop echoed through the building. Oscar silently winced, but his heart rate spiked when he heard Ryder call out harshly, “who’s in here?”

Heavy boots prodded in his direction. Oscar swallowed the harsh lump in his throat, now watching where he was walking as he tried to not get caught.

The crates Oscar relied on for shelter quickly slid away from him as a sheet of ice coated the floor. “Ah, Spider-Man. I was wondering when you and I would finally meet.” While his voice showed delight, Oscar could see in his face that his intentions where wholly sinister. “Though I was hoping Stark would send someone less, well, puny.” A frown adorned West’s expression, feigning remorse.

Tired of his super-villian esque speech, Oscar shot a web toward his hands, hoping to limit his capabilities to manipulate the ice. But it seemed he’d predicted the move as he dodged out of the way.

Sharp icicles darted at high speeds toward Oscar. He jumped high and flipped over each of the pointy ice blades in one go.

Realizing this wasn’t going to be such an easy fight, Ryder advanced. He threw a punch. Oscar caught his fist and flipped him onto his back. A freezing cold sensation zipped through Oscar’s arm, soon realizing Ryder had been freezing his hand. He jumped back, which allowed Ryder time to get to his feet.

He threw another punch. Oscar dodged it with ease. In return, Oscar landed one to his stomach. His fist made contact with a rock-hard surface. He tried to shake off the ache in his fist, opting to kick a blow to his chest instead.

Stupid move.

Ryder caught his foot, twisting him around and throwing him to the ground. The wind was knocked out of his lungs, producing a comical “oof” sound. Oscar took the opportunity to swipe his foot at Ryder’s. Caught off guard, he fell to the ground with a dull thud.

They both recovered quickly. As Oscar went to deliver another blow to his girlfriend’s father, the ground beneath him turned to ice. It threw him off balance, and he had to put all of his energy in trying to stay upright.

Ryder took advantage of the distraction. Before Oscar could react, a block of ice the side of his torso collided with his body. The force was so strong, it threw him through the front entrance of the warehouse. The doors were torn off their hinges.

Oscar’s back collided with a tree, the contact so vicious that he was struggling for breath and consciousness. As he focused on his state of mind, he hardly heard the crude voice of Ryder telling him, “next time, just stay home.” and a laugh that mocked his pathetic, limp, form.

He was unsure how much time had passed when he finally stood and found it in himself to shamefully return to the compound.

Of course, Tony was waiting right at the entrance. He begun to scold the child as soon as he set foot in the room. “You listen to me kid! You don’t get to decide how a mission goes. You. Listen. To. Me.”

Oscar rubbed his head, trying to take in what Tony was saying but his body ached far too much to even begin to comprehend the words being thrown at him. He caught bits and pieces. Something about compromising the mission, losing valuable evidence, and getting killed.

Oscar just aimlessly nodded along until he heard the words, “now get home, Nicole is probably worried sick.”

As he always did, he crawled through his bedroom window. He didn’t even notice another presence in the room until a voice called out, “I’ve been worried sick about you.”

Reacting on instinct, his hand shot out, webbing your wrist to the post of his bed. He sighed when he saw you, tearing his mask from his face, dropping down to apologize profusely and free your hand.

You faced him with a frown, ignoring his apologies and taking his face in your hands. “Oh, Oscar.” He winced when your thumb brushed near a cut on his eyebrow. Your features expressed a deep concern, maneuvering his body—surprisingly easily—to sit on his bed, telling him you’d be back.

Oscar observed his surroundings. Your math papers laid spread out on his sheets, your laptop propped open with videos on the topic open.

Right. You were supposed to study together tonight.

You came back, your arms full of supplies. Cotton pads, cotton balls, a towel, hydrogen peroxide, gauze, and more.

Guilt engulfed his every being when he saw just how concerned you were, and while he appreciated the care, he couldn’t help but feel bad for making this anyone else’s problem. He tried to do it himself but you stubbornly wouldn’t let him even lift a finger.

While he felt terrible, the concentration on your face as you cleaned off the bloody skin around the wound was admittedly very cute. And the way you looked at him with the softest eyes whenever his face scrunched up in pain had him forgetting about the body aches and got his heart fluttering.

“What did you get yourself into?” You asked softly, more of a passive question. You didn’t really expect an answer but he gave one anyway. “Just ran into some bad people.” He vaguely explained.

When you finished patching up the gouge on his eyebrow, you motioned to the rest of his body. “Strip.” You commanded, only catching your mistake when his eyes went wide. “So I could check the rest of you.” You continued, eyes to the floor and face suddenly warm.

After the bed dipped beside you, you decided it was safe to raise your eyes. You frowned at the multiple bruises scattering his chest, and hesitantly reached out. Pressing lightly along his ribs, you searched his expression for any kid of discomfort, but it remained neutral.

That’s when you noticed his pupils. One blown wide and one moderately dilated. “Oh no.” You sighed. He raised his brows at you. “I think you have a concussion.”

He gave a half-hearted chuckle. “That would explain the haziness and why everything sounds like it’s underwater.” He rested his head against your shoulder, accepting a couple scratches to his head with your nails.

While his brain was scrambled, he could still make out some thoughts. Like how he thought you were too good for him. You deserved better. One month into your relationship, and he’d already been worrying you.

“Go get a shirt, I’ll take you to the hospital.” But when he turned his back, a horrified gasp stopped him in his tracks. He peered at your over his shoulder, watching as you took a picture of him. His confusion was swept away with one look at the photo.

A pinkish ring radiated off of a deep purple bruised that spanned the length of his back, and half of its width. His brown eyes met yours. The sheen of tears coating your eyes had his heart breaking. You were truly terrified for him.

If he was sure it wouldn’t cause his body irreversible pain, he’d drop to his knees and apologize until he lost his mouth ran dry and his voice was deduced to nothing.

But Oscar did as you told him to, taking care to slip a hoodie over his head. You made sure to grab an ice pack from the freezer on your way out.

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As it turned out, you were right. Oscar did have a concussion. A severe one. And he had been recovering for the past three weeks. Which meant sunglasses in brightly lit places, minimal screen time, and worst of all, no Spider-Man.

Two weeks ago, Oscar tried to convince Tony that going out as Spider-man would be fine. Just pop some tinted glasses behind his eyelets and boom, everything’s fine.

The action of you swinging around and running around will do more harm than good. And your mom would kill me. It’s a solid no, Oscar.

On the bright side, at least he got to spend more time with you.

Now surpassing two months, you thought it was time he’d finally met your family. Which led him to standing outside in the cold in his best dress shirt and pants, waiting to be let in.

Thankfully, you were the one who greeted him.

“Oscar,” you smile affectionately. “Come in, you must be freezing.” You stepped aside, allowing him to stand in the foyer with you. Closing the door, you took his hand, pecking his lips then bringing him through the house to the kitchen where both your parents stood.

“Mom, dad,” he could feel just how anxious you were as you squeezed his hand tighter. “This is Oscar.” You smiled shyly.

Your mom’s face lit up. “Oh, hi!” She briskly crossed the room to envelope Oscar in a short hug. “It’s so good to put a face to the name.” Oscar smiled politely. “You too, mrs, l/n.” She waved a hand through the air. “It’s West, actually,” she kindly corrected. “But you can just call me Cher.”

Ryder stood behind him, much taller than Oscar himself. His eyes narrowed at Oscar and Oscar’s body froze, praying he hadn’t been figured out by the man so quickly.

But he was surprised to be asked, “what are your intentions with my daughter?”

Your mother glared at him. “Ryder! A hello would be great to start!” She scolded.

Ryder cleared his throat, blue-grey eyes still boring into Oscar’s brown ones. “Hello. What are your intentions with my daughter.” He asked, same cold tone.

Cher rolled her eyes, taking hold of Oscar’s arm. “Ignore him.” She muttered, guiding Oscar through the house. “I’ll give you a little tour.”

Oscar had already seen a majority of the house from your party, but he let her drag him through room after room anyway.

When he made his way back to the dining room, his eyes landed on yours almost immediately, and took quick note of the apologetic nature of your expression. He was led to the seat beside yours. “You sit right here, hon. I’ll get you your food.” Oscar tried to offer to get his own food, but he wouldn’t hear any of it.

Another—slightly older—boy emerged from around the corner. Oscar received a passive wave from him. “I’m not sticking around for this. Gonna go get food with a few of the guys.” He explained shortly, plucking a pair of keys from a hook. “Okay, drive safe.” Cher smiled.

“That’s my brother. He’s always either not home or rotting away in the basement.” You chuckled quietly. Oscar nodded, still staring at him.

A tiny poke was inflicted on Oscar side. “I hope she didn’t freak you out too much.” You paused. “She’s been counting down the days to this.” Underneath the coverings of the table, Oscar took your hand in his. Oscar’s smile spread along with the warm feeling inside of him. It was a rare occurrence for him to feel so… welcome. Even in the presence of Ryder subzero west. “‘M honored.”

Speak of the devil and he shall come.

Ryder stepped into the room, scrutinizing gaze locked on Oscar. He dropped your hand quickly. “So, Piastri,” his tone was anything but pleasant, demeaning and almost mocking. “we never got to finish our conversation,” then noticing his wife’s glare he added, “I just want to know that you’re good for my daughter.”

Oscar forced himself to look Ryder in the eyes, trying his best to avoid looking weak. “Just like you, I only want the best for her.” Oscar tried to give his best reassuring smile. It came up strained and kind of flat.

“And you think that’s you?”

“I hope that it is me.”

“What if it isn’t? Will you break her heart?”

“I have no intentions of doing so, sir.”

Ryder cocked his head, leaning closer to oscar, his hands clasped in front of him on the table. “What about in the bedroom?”

Oscar’s eyes went wide, and you quickly gagged. “Ew dad! We haven’t even talked about that yet!” And you mom butted in saying, “this is not appropriate dinner table conversation.”

“I believe it is.” Ryder’s voice cut through the air, silencing everyone else. His eyes shifted to each person who sat around the table and left off on Cher. “What if this skinny kid gets her pregnant and ruins her life? Hm?”

Skinny?

“Ryder that is enough!” Cher’s gaze was fiery and threatened to burn right through Ryder across the table. “He is a guest, and frankly, I think he is a very sweet kid. I won’t tolerate this interrogation at my dinner table any longer.”

Her eyes shifted to Oscar and her gaze became soft. “I am so sorry, dear.” Oscar blinked. “It’s totally fine.” He shook his head smiling. But truthfully, he felt sick to his stomach and wanted to high tail it out of there before Ryder went into an ice-slinging manic.

Your hand found Oscar’s under the table and gave it a tight squeeze. A silent apology.

The remainder of the dinner was ate in near silence, only the occasional question from Cher. Ryder said nothing else, only sending lengthy glares in Oscar’s direction. He of course ignored them.

When dinner was finished, you led Oscar up the stairs to your room. “Door stays open!” Ryder shouted up the stairs. You rolled your eyes, to which Oscar held back a laugh.

“I’m really sorry about him.” You apologized once in the confines of your bedroom. Oscar dismissed your apology with a shake of his head. “It’s alright.” I’m not a fan of him either, he wanted to add but kept that part to himself. “Your mom is lovely though.” He added.

You gave a soft smile, fingers trailing down his arm to his hands. Your fingers laced with his. “I think she really likes you.” Your gaze found his through your eyelashes. Oscar hummed. “That’s great, ‘cause I really like you.” Oscar confided, tilting your chin with the tip of his finger and capturing your lips with his.

The moment was very short lived, because Cher stepped into the room. “Oh! Sorry.” At the interruption, you both jumped apart, hanging your heads in embarrassment. “I just needed to know when Oscar planned on leaving? Your father and I need to pick something up from a friends house.”

“Oh, mom we’re old enough for you to leave us alone.”

“I know, but your father is paranoid about… well,” she gestured to the bed.

“Mom,” you complained. “You’ve already put me on birth control, and dad stocked my bedside table with condoms.” She opened the drawer on her nightstand. Three boxes of condoms. All different sizes. “If anything were to happen—which it won’t!—we would be completely safe.” You sighed.

“I know! I trust you guys, he doesn’t.”

“Just go, it’s okay.”

Cher nodded, and headed back downstairs. When you heard the final stair creek you turned back to Oscar. “Oh my god they’re so embarrassing.” You shook your head.

“No funny business!” Ryder’s voice shouted up the stairs. Face now feeling hot, you gave him a look to say, see?

In response to your father, you yelled back, “Okay!”

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There was, in fact, funny business.

What did he expect, really? Two teens in a house alone? Funny business is inevitable.

“Oscar,” you gasped out, holding tight to his flexed bicep while he kissed down your nearly-naked torso. The only thing inhibiting a fully nude upper half was your lacy bra.

The boy was nearly unrecognizable to you. A lust taking over his soft brown eyes, turning them dark. And he was so fucking cocky. Teasing kisses up and down your skin, getting so close to removing your jeans but his lips would recede as soon as they reached the waistband. Gripping your waist and your hips with a bruising amount of force.

It was like a brand new Oscar. But you couldn’t say that you weren’t enjoying it.

He kissed his way across your shoulder. “Were you expecting this? Is that why you wore this pretty thing?” He snapped your bra strap.

“Hoping,” you managed through shaky, desperate breaths.

Working his way back up to your lips, you shuttered a breathy call of his name into his mouth. He raised a brow in response. “I want you.”

Teasing, he cocked his head. “I’m right here?”

“Just, fuck…” your desperate pleading gaze had his cocky facade crumbling. “F-fuck me,” you gasped when his teeth scraped along your neck.

Lustful eyes met yours, his brows raised. “Is that what you want?”

You nodded eagerly, mhmm, you hummed.

Fingers tantalizingly slid down your body at an annoyingly slow rate. But the way his touch lit up your skin was impossible to ignore.

Landing at your waist band, fingers fiddling with the fabric, he looked up at you. “So I can take these off then?” He asked, already undoing the button. You nodded again, biting your lip to restrain yourself. “Please,” he smiled at your needy whining.

“Y/n we’re home! Is Oscar still here?” Cher yelled from the bottom of the steps.

Shit, you cursed under your breath as your father’s heavy boots began to ascend the stairs. “Yup!” You called back to your mother.

Oscar webbed your shirt from across the room, throwing it in your direction as threw a shirt over his head. He snatched your anatomy book from across the room, sitting next to you against the bed frame. The book was throne open to a random page as Ryder stepped into the room.

He glared at Oscar. “Just studying,” you smiled, hoping he didn’t realize how flushed Oscar’s face was. “About what?” He inquired, gaze locked on Oscar’s.

You took a glance at the page “Hypothalamus.”

Ryder hummed, still eyeing Oscar suspiciously. “Hm. What’s it do?”

“It-“ you began to answer, but Ryder held up a hand, stopping you.

He nodded to Oscar. “I want him to answer.”

Thankfully, this was something Oscar knew well. “Regulates body temp, mood, hunger, blood pressure.” He listed only a few.

Ryder sized him up and hummed, unconvinced. “It’s late. I want him out.”

“But dad-!”

“No buts. He has ten minutes before I call the cops on him.” He whipped around to exit the room, but something caught his eye. He reached up, swirling a silk web around his fingers.

Oscar’s web from new years. His heart dropped to his ass.

“Seems like you’ve got a spider in here.” The comment was passive, but the look he gave Oscar was dangerous. “If you find it, let me know. I’ll squash it.” His words were for you, but his eyes were hard-locked on Oscar.

He left without another word.

“Okay, that was odd.” You laughed, but Oscar felt like he could be sick. Something inside him was telling him that Ryder knew exactly who he was.

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 2

This is the truly large part that I couldn’t find a safe place to stop without making it too short.

Eddie talks to his band about Steve and we meet Miranda, Jeff’s girlfriend. In fact Jeff and Miranda’s relationship is based on a couple friends of mine. They really do be like that.

Part 1

***

Three hours later and Steve was done, pulling off the latex gloves. He sat back with a satisfied grin. “Go on, go take a look.” He jutted his chin toward the three way mirror in the room.

Eddie hopped to his feet, grateful to be able to move again. Sitting still was the hardest part of the tattoo process. But Steve had kept his mind and body occupied by catching up with him. They chatted the full three hours without ceasing or awkward pauses.

He stood in front of the mirror in shock, letting out a small gasp. “Holy shit, Stevie. It’s beautiful.” And it was, too. It looked like his picture brought to life but with the chain swirling around like it had fallen on to Eddie’s chest to rest there. And it seemed to glow with an unearthly light.

“I’m glad,” Steve said with fond smile. He picked up the camera and took a picture of the tattoo.

Then he hopped up off the stool and went to a small side table where there was a stack of business cards. He picked one up and grabbed a pen, writing on the back.

He walked over to Eddie and handed it to him. “Call the front number if you want me to do the bat wings, call the one on the back if you just want to hang out.”

Eddie looked down at the card with a grin. “You’ve got it, big boy!”

“Do you want me to cover it with a gauze so you can put your shirt back on?” Steve asked, nervously.

Eddie frowned in confusion, but Steve nodded at his chest. He looked down at his tattoo. “Oh! Right! Yes, please!”

Steve bandaged it up and handed Eddie back his shirt. Which was good because Steve kept looking at him and while it didn’t make him feel uncomfortable or anything, it just seemed to see him and that was something he had never felt before.

They shook hands and Eddie wandered back to the front to pay. He tapped the card against his palm thoughtfully.

He held up the card and stuck out his tongue and Robin stuck out hers in return.

After she rang him up she handed him a small black gift bag with their logo on it. “For all our first time clients. It comes with instructions on how to take care of the tattoo for first few weeks. Not that you’d need that, but it’s there anyway. It also comes with clean bandages and our own special lotion. Most hand lotions will work, but ours is formulated for tattoo care.”

Eddie blinked at her in shock. This didn’t sound like a rote spiel, this was something they were passionate about. He pulled out the instruction booklet. It was beautifully illustrated with step-by-step directions on how to take care of the tattoo not just for the first couple of days but how to prevent the colors from fading too quickly over time.

“This is really well done,” he said with a low whistle.

Robin beamed. “Another one of Stevie’s nuggets. Will the Wise. He’s a pretty good graphic artist. He did the illustrations, too.”

Eddie nodded appreciatively. “I didn’t meet that one. Something about having to move to California for his freshman year...”

Robin nodded. “His mom got accepted at a college out there to get her associates in fine art, then came back to get her teacher’s license out here so she could teach in Indiana.”

“Must have been hard on the kids,” Eddie said, putting the pamphlet back into the bag.

Robin nodded. She leaned forward on her forearms. “You going to call or am I going to be subjected to the worst pining outside the worst rom-coms?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Steve doesn’t do full back tattoos,” Robin explained. “Or large pieces of any kind. He had a bad experience once where he did one and the guy got super pissed, threatened to sue even.” She straightened up. “Not that he would tell you that. He’d probably say some bullshit about that he gets bored too easy or whatever.

“Excuse me, what?” he asked, confusion settling in.

“Steve doesn’t like doing big tattoos, but wants to do yours, ergo he likes you and wants an excuse to spend several hours over several weeks with you,” she explained slowly as if she was talking to a small child.

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “Oh.” He looked down at his chest. “I’d like to set up an appointment for the first session.”

Robin grinned. She pulled up the schedule and get it situated. “All done.”

Eddie grinned back and tapped the card on the counter thoughtfully. Then he leaned far into her space. “And I’m going to call him, too.”

Her eyes went wide as he turned on his heel and walked away.

He licked his lips and bit down on the lower one. Looks like he wasn’t going to kill Jeff after all. He might have to send flowers. The bastard.

*

Eddie strolled into the garage his band practiced in with a huge shit-eating grin. Brian looked up at him and grinned back.

“Someone is super happy,” he said. “I take you liked your tattoo...”

Jeff snorted. “And how was the tattoo artist?”

Eddie grin managed to get even bigger. “About that Jeffie...is there something you forgot to tell me?”

Jeff laughed. “I wasn’t going to tell you shit, man. I knew you wouldn’t go if you knew who it was.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and then nodded. “Yeah, I guess. But fuck, man. He’s so good.”

Gareth jutted his chin out. “So come on, let’s see.”

Eddie pulled up his shirt and carefully peeled away the bandage to show them.

“Wicked!” Brian said, bobbing his head.

“You try the lotion yet?” Jeff asked. “Holy shit, that stuff is so good.”

Eddie shook his head. “Not yet. But I can’t wait to. I can’t stand the scented stuff and even non-scented stuff is scented.”

Jeff nodded. “I think you’ll really like theirs.”

Eddie shrugged. “Buckley is a bit intimidating as a receptionist, though...”

Jeff threw back his head and laughed. “She is that. But I think she just gets defensive because it’s ‘not a proper tattoo parlor’ or whatever,” he said, using air quotes.

Eddie nodded and carefully put away his tattoo, pulling down the shirt. “I never really got the dingy backdoor aesthetic, if I’m honest. Maybe that’s why there are so many tattoo ‘regerts’.”

They all burst out laughing.

“Could be,” Jeff conceded.

Eddie chewed on his lip and then blurted out, “I’m letting him do the bat wings!”

The room got so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“No fucking way,” Gareth breathed, almost afraid to break the silence.

Eddie nodded. “You’ve seen what he can do with Jeff’s idea and with mine. Think of what he could do given carte blanche...”

“It’s going to take forever,” Brian cautioned.

“And it’s going to hurt like a bitch,” was Gareth’s warning.

Jeff leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “Do you really trust him to do this for you? Because we aren’t talking about some little tattoo because you felt like it. This is your tribute to finally getting out of Hawkins and making something of your self. If he fucks it up, you two wouldn’t survive the ensuing fallout.”

Eddie frowned. “Why would it matter to him if I don’t like–” he cut himself off as he remembered what Buckley said about being threatened with a lawsuit. “It would destroy his career, wouldn’t it?”

“He sure as hell wouldn’t want to tattoo anymore,” Jeff agreed. “So tread carefully. Talk to him about every step. Every choice. Because if this goes right, it’s going to be the most awesome collaboration ever. But if it goes south, man, it’s going to hit rock bottom.”

Eddie nodded. “I know, I know.” He threw his head back and ran his fingers through his hair. “But there is something about the way he does his tattoos, man, that just has this passion and spark to them. I liked Max. I still do. But her style is more abstract or impressionist or whatever. It’s not this photo realistic style that Stevie has that just makes the tattoo pop.” He buried his head in his hands.

He ran his fingers down his face. “Am I fucked up for wanting that?”

The rest of the band looked at each other, then shook their heads.

“No, Ed,” Gareth said. “Of course not. We just want you to think about this before diving into it, face first.”

Eddie sighed. “Look you guys all know who I had the biggest crush on while we were in school. You know. So tell me this isn’t some weird self-actualization shit or something.”

Brian came over and sat down next to him on the two-seater. “There might be some truth to that. He was different from how he was in high school. Even Jeff’s said as much. He’s a good tattoo artist. No one is saying otherwise. And maybe that brought up old feelings again. So it’s going to up to you to decide if that’s why you’re going back.”

Gareth started waving his hands. “Not that that’s a shit reason for going back. Because as far as reasons to get a tattoo, being in love is one of the oldest there is.”

Jeff scoffed, “Pretty sure it was war or some shit like that.”

Gareth rolled his eyes. “Modern tattooing you fucker.”

Jeff grinned back at his friend. “Love you, Gare!”

“Fuck off,” Gareth teased back, he turned back to Eddie. “Just acknowledge that’s why.”

Eddie sighed. “Yeah, okay. I want to Steve Harrington to tattoo my back because he’s the best artist for the job, his work is incredible, and because I’ve always been half in love with the guy.”

He pulled out the business card and held it up between two fingers. “And because he gave me his personal cell number.”

The guys burst out laughing.

“Dude!” Brian said bumping their shoulders together. “Boy still got game.”

Eddie ducked his head and hid his blush with his hair. “Yeah, all right.”

Jeff leaned back and shook his head. “You gonna call the dude or do we have to do it for you?”

Eddie squeaked and waved his hands around dramatically. “No, no. I’ve got this. But I told him I would call after band practice. So if we could get on that, yeah?”

They all pulled out their instruments while Gareth sat behind his kit. He pulled out two drumsticks and tapped out the first few beats of their new song for the others to tune in.

Soon they were rocking out. They went through the songs a few times, repeating parts that were rougher than others. In no time at all they done, tired, covered in sweat, and absolutely satisfied with a job well done.

“Good job, guys,” Jeff said as they packed up. “We’re ready for tomorrow. Anyone need a lift tomorrow? I’ve the car this weekend.” Jeff lived with his girlfriend Miranda Winters and they only had the one beat up four door sedan between them.

“I’ll need a ride,” Brian said. “Mine’s in the shop. That damn radiator cap leaked again.”

Jeff winced. “I think you just junk the damn thing and get something else, man. You’re pumping more money into that piece of shit then it’s worth.”

Brian nodded. “I’ve almost got enough saved up for a newer model. That clunker just has to last that long.”

“You gonna need a ride home tonight, too?” Jeff asked as he zipped up his soft guitar case.

Brian shook his head. “Cecil’s coming to get me.” Cecil was Brian’s roommate. “He dropped me off tonight, he just works tomorrow night.”

They all nodded.

Jeff turned to Gareth. “You got a ride?”

Gareth nodded. “Yeah, man. Gethin is visiting this weekend and wants to see us play. So I’ve got a ride to both Friday and Saturday’s shows.”

“How about you Ed,” Jeff asked. “Your clunker gonna make this weekend?”

Eddie scoffed. “Dude, my clunker as you call my noble steed is in better shape than yours and Brian’s combined. She’ll be fine.”

Jeff chuckled. “Whatever you say, man. That thing is a four-wheeled death trap and you know it.”

Eddie put his hand over his heart, mock-wounded. “Forsooth! You dare disparage the mighty Snowmane!”

Gareth eyed sidelong. “You’re just procrastinating calling Steve. So hop to it, boy! We want to see you call him.”

Eddie sighed, but pulled out his phone. He typed in the number on the back of the card, knee bouncing up and down as he waited.

Click.

“Hey, Stevie!” Eddie greeted. “It’s Eddie. I said I’d call after practice and here I am.”

“No it was good,” Eddie said. “Yeah. We are so ready for this weekend.”

“Yup,” he said, avoiding looking at his friends. “Hey, you and Robin should come out either tomorrow or Saturday.”

“Saturday it is,” he said with a grin. “The Nightmare Holes bar at 8pm.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, holding his hair in front of his face to hide his deepening blush. “I’ll talk to guys and get back to you on that. But it sounds like fun.”

“Of course,” he said softly. “Yeah. It was good to see you again, too.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then. Bye.”

He looked up to see his friends staring at him in varying degrees of shock.

“Holy shit, dude,” Gareth said, standing up from behind his kit. “You really do have it bad.”

Just then the door opened and Miranda walked in. She was tall and thin, having done ballet for years. When she stood, her body automatically fell into pointe. Her dark brown hair was in a French braid that went down to the small of her back. Her eyes were an all too knowing grey, and when she walked in, she a mischievous grin on her pretty face.

“Who’s got what bad?” she asked, coming up to Jeff to give him a kiss.

“Our Eddie boy’s got a crush on his new tattoo artist,” Brian said gleefully, rubbing his hands together.

Eddie glared at him. “I swear to god if you say anything else I will smash your base by going eighty miles an hour on the freeway and tossing it out the fucking window.”

Brian held up his hands in surrender.

“Technically, it’s a old crush,” Gareth said with a shit-eating grin, “but it checks out.”

Miranda turned to Eddie clapping her hands and jumping up and down. “Steve Harrington is your new tattoo artist? That must blow your fucking mind!”

Eddie blushed. “Come on, guys!”

“All right,” Jeff said stepping forward. “Leave the man alone. He just had his world view tilted on its axis, give him time to get through that first.”

Eddie smiled up at him. “Thanks, man.”

“And then tease the shit out of him,” Jeff continued.

Eddie huffed and threw himself back on the two-seater and glowered. “Fuck all you guys.”

“Hey, Brian,” Miranda said, “Cecil is out in the parking lot waiting for you.”

Brian nodded and said his goodbyes, heading out to meet his roommate.

Miranda turned to Gareth and Jeff. “If you guys are ready, go ahead and go out to the car. I need to have a word with Eddie real quick.”

Jeff and Gareth nodded and waved goodbye to Eddie. Leaving the two of them alone.

She sat down next to him and sighed. “Teasing aside, are you okay?”

Eddie pursed his lips and nodded. “It’s just such a shock. He has his own tattoo parlor. He pays his best friend to receptionist for him. And fuck if he isn’t talented to boot.” He lifted up his shirt and showed her the new tattoo.

“Holy fuckballs!” she said reaching out her hands to touch it, but stopping just in time. “It looks so real.”

Eddie covered it back up and put his shirt back down. “I’m going to have him do my wings.”

Miranda nodded. “Just tell him that if he fucks up with you, Miranda Winter will be coming for his ass.”

Eddie chuckled. “I’ll be sure and tell him, but he’s coming to the concert on Saturday if you wanted to meet him.”

“Sure thing, darlin’,” she said. “I’ve got to get back out their before they completely change all my radio programs to metal again.”

Eddie laughed. “Well maybe if you listened to good music, they wouldn’t have to.”

“Shut your whore mouth, pretty boy,” Miranda teased back. “I happen to like alt rock.”

Eddie just grinned as he watched her leave.

He frown slid off his face. Oh fuck. What if Steve didn’t like metal? No. Then he would have turned Eddie down, because he new it was a metal band. But what if he forgot. But he remembered a lot about him. So he wouldn’t just forget in a couple of hours. Fuck.

There was nothing for it he was going to have to call Uncle Wayne.

***

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[bobauthorman]

The Luffy-Kid Connection

With the recent chapter of One Piece being released, I thought I should talk more about Eustass Kid This isn’t an in-depth analysis of his character and motivations, but instead delves into how he parallels our main protagonist, Monkey D. Luffy.

From the very beginning, Kid is introduced as a dark reflection to Luffy, from having roughly the same bounty (Albeit a little higher) and having a Number 2 with a 9-digit bounty of his own. They even want the same thing, to be Pirate King. Hell, when they are first seen fighting together, they unveil the thematically same technique.

However, while Luffy and his crew have saved numerous nations from destruction and freed them from tyranny, Kid is infamous in-universe for wreaking havoc on the common folk. It could be easy to write this off as propaganda or exaggeration, but as we see in chapter 594, Kid has no problem with crucifying people he’s beaten. This is a level of viciousness we’ve only seen on the worst of enemies, and a sign that whatever’s said about Kid may not be entirely fabricated. And while Luffy has always been concern about non-coms getting caught in the crossfire, Kid makes it clear he doesn’t care who gets hurt outside of his crew.

Furthermore, there is the matter of humility. Luffy always had people question or mock his dream of being Pirate King, but he just shrugs them off, only throwing down with those who plan on trying to get his way of that. Kid, on the other hand, admits to killing people who laughed at him. Remember the time in Mock Town when neither Luffy or Zoro bothered to fight back against the Bellamy Pirates for mocking the concept of dreams? I sincerely doubt neither Kid or Killer would be so restrained.

When the story brings Kid back into the spotlight, we see he is trying to form an alliance among his fellow pirates…just like Luffy, at the time, went into an alliance with Law to take down one of the Four Emperors. And while Luffy made it clear at the time that he wanted to beat the Emperors except for Shanks (Or, more accurately, that Shanks not be the first), Kid’s prospective alliance was made for the explicit purpose of beating Shanks. And while Luffy’s alliance works out, Kid ends up betrayed and cheated by the pirates he tried to trust.

In Wano, where both men are beaten and captured by Kaido, Luffy and Kid end up in competition over who can do the most labor (And, I am deeply impressed that Kid can carry just as much as Luffy with one arm). But while Luffy helps Old Man Hyo and learns a new Haki technique, Kid walks out as soon as he can, and doesn’t.

And finally, we reach Elbaf, where Kid finds himself in a rematch with Shanks. A very short rematch, to be precise (I was rooting for Shanks, btw), but it’s here that we see two more old friends, Dorry and Broggy from Little Garden. The same technique that once cleared the path for the Straw Hats to sail on their way, it is used to sink Kid’s ship. And speaking of this fight, recollect back to Alabasta, when the Straw Hats saw the Barogue Works fleet but chose not to attack, not wanting to waist their time on small-fry. Kid, on the other hand, made the choice to attack the lesser pirates in Shanks’ fleet…which played a big part in why Shanks waisted no time stomping Kid.

In short, Kid’s role is in part how integral Luffy’s natural kindness and empathy is to his becoming Pirate King…by showing how screwed he’d be without it.

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[morningstargirl666]

Tagged by @garglyswoof and @purplesigebert. I honestly don’t rewatch films as much nowadays, since I just watch a LOT of films in general and don’t have any remaining time to rewatch stuff as well. But I do have a load of comfort movies I think, so here we go.

Top 10 Comfort Movies (in no particular order)

1. Ever After (1998) Because Gabby made an excellent point, that movie is amazing, it’s pretty historically accurate and has some good moral life lessons thrown in. Cinderella movies, just in general, are a comfort movie for me, and I went through a phase when I was younger of just watching every variation ever made (even the shitty versions, much to my horror).

2. A Cinderella Story (2004) Again, it’s a cinderella movie, and an iconic one at that. I’m a secret romantic at heart.

3. Deathnote (2017) Yes I realise this was generally hated by all. But this was my first introduction to Death Note (I binge watched the anime series straight after don’t worry) and whatever your grievances for this movie, William Dafoe is brilliant at whatever he does, and playing Ryuk is no different. For a live action adaptation, I thought the design of Ryuk was pretty spot on and beautifully terrifying, and although the storyline crosses over into cheesy American, it’s easy to watch. Which is why it ended up as a comfort movie for me while I was taking my GCSEs - I often put it on in the background while working on my art coursework.

4. The Day After Tomorrow (2004) Here’s the thing guys - disaster movies are my comfort movies. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the bitter, Gen-Z in me, but I enjoy watching the world descend into chaos and destruction. They’re easy to watch, the good guys often prevail against the ruthless attack of nature herself in the end, and idk, I like seeing a little death, a little fire. I’m just made different. Sometimes the shittier the disaster movie the better, so I’m talking things like Greenland (2020), Geostorm (2017) etc. That being said, zombie movies also fall into this category, just love all kinds.

5. White House Down (2013) Along the similar vein as disaster movies, I love the-government-is-under-attack movies, so the Olympus Has Fallen (2013) trilogy too. Just something about very American, cheesy action movies that are just easy to watch, require no brain power, and are just a fun ride.

6. Don’t Look Up (2021) Did I mention disaster movies are my jam? This one is pretty political, but I’m British, so I think I also enjoyed it so much because I can just sit to the side, eating my popcorn, and watch as the shitshow enfolds like the chaos gremlin I am, with no true existential crisis about how doomed my country is. 

7. Inglorious Basterds (2009) Quentin Tarantino is an amazing filmmaker on a whole, and although gory, brutal and - let’s face it - a little crazy, his movies are always a blast to watch. And you get to see the characters kill a load of Nazis, inlcuding Hitler, so it’s a win win.

8. Love Actually (2003) Felt obligated to put another rom-com on here because I can be a normal person and watch rom-coms for comfort (I promise). It’s also a christmas movie, so like will only watch it around December, but eh, still counts.

9. The Impossible (2012) Another disaster movie, but it’s a true story this time, and I’ve re-watched this one a lot. It’s sad and angsty yes, but there’s something hopeful about the family reuniting after such a traumatic event, and how humanity comes together in crisis to help each other.

10. The Batman (2022) Maybe it’s become a comfort movie because I’ve rewatched it so many times for my dissertation but I really love this film, and I can’t get enough of it. I just love every aspect about it. And will get a craving where I’m like ‘I need to watch The Batman again’. And so I do.

Lol and that’s it. I will say I tend to watch Friends now if I want something on in the background, or just something to cheer me up. That’s my all-time piece of comfort media I tend to watch. Otherwise, these also work. And I love them all.

[laxibbeb]

Hi!

I’m working dutifully on your gift and man, is it angsty. I won’t tell you too much…because some things should remain a surprise.

It’s sad. I’m throwing a little bit of toxicity in as a treat(for you), but mostly it’s just sad.

It’s a few thousand words long so far! Is any of it readable? …No! (But we’ll get there 😂)

I’d genuinely be surprised if you guessed who I was before I reveal myself. And I don’t mean this in any sort of way, I think we’ve just existed in two separate corners of the fandom(but I’m so happy to get to know you now! You seem really cool!)

Ooh so for genres I do love books based in mythology(any kind!). I also sometimes like a slight mystery with a focus on drama (ask me for specifics and I’ll give them), and rom coms are cool too. Oh and high fantasy, if I’m in the right headspace to have a massive book hangover, which doesn’t happen that often.

And there’s nothing wrong with being pretentious. I am, too, about certain things.

I think in terms of superpowers I’d like shapeshifting. That seems pretty cool.

Questions!

Can I lean into morally dubious Rhys?

Who’s on your hear me out cake? (I can’t take credit for this one)

What’s your favorite piece of artwork you’ve made? (Brag about yourself!)

hello dear santa i am SO SORRY, i know you've been waiting in my ask box forever! i finally have the time to write out my reply :((( GOOD, the angst!! don't tell me too much, i can't wait to scream in pain in your comments i, as an angst connaisseur, adore sad but i love you for putting a little of toxic just for me <333

i'm sure it's a work of art ok

DO NOT WORRY, i'm not taking it in any kind of way if anything, i'm even more excited to find out who you are 😼 (i'm happy to get to know you too! i've really been enjoying our talks)

ooh, i really enjoy mythology as well! i'm not that into rom coms, though i've read a few; i like romance but i also like when other things happen around it so i don't tent to seek them out and i also agree with you on the high fantasy, my preferred ones read almost like a made-up history book but it does involve massive hangovers

i mean, it's been over a year since i've read the first baru book and despite the fact that i loved it i'm still not ready to get into the second one 😜

(please tell me the details of the drama/mystery genre)

okay, now i really want to know what you're pretentious about! we can be pretentious together

okay shapeshifting IS cool, a top tier choice, a classic one too —

QUESTIONS!

ABSOLUTELY you can lean into morally dubious rhys all you want, i love rhys at his shadiest motherfucker and i love him at his daddiest husband, so go whichever way feels right for you

OKAY, i have never thought about this before so here are my unfiltered thoughts on the matter: i am putting an acotar character on my hear me out cake and it's the weaver.

I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S A POPULAR TAKE LMAO i'm scared to answer this question because i know somebody will be like "well, actually this is the most common answer and totally ordinary." and then i would be crushed. so i'm going to be very cheeky and say jagna from "the peasants" is on my hear me out cake ✌️😗 and since i know for a fact that, save for me, only like 2 other people in this fandom even know who i'm talking about, the only people that would disagree AND be genuinely mad about this take are polish literature teachers and the peasants in question.

and my favourite piece oh gosh!! i love mucha elucien from elucien week. that one destroyed my wrist but i've done some really cool things i haven't gotten the chance to try before AND it came out looking so good 😌😌 i'll be riding that high for a while still

dear santa, i hope your halloween is stellar and full of spooky goodness! see you next time 🎃🎃

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Title: Medic! (chapter 2 of 6)

Prompt: Health @shortfictionweeklychallenge

Rating: Teen

Characters: Mallena Dayne (female trooper), Aric Jorgan, Elara Dorne

Pairing(s): future fem!trooper/Jorgan, but for now it's strictly platonic

Lt. Dayne and Sgt. Jorgan get ready to chase down the first of the Havoc Squad defectors, but complications planetside lead them to realize that their two-person squad is in desperate need of a medic. Is the solution right there on Taris with them?

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Mallena made sure to seal her helmet before leaving Hammershot this time. Hefting her pack onto her back, she walked down the ramp with Jorgan following. They weren’t planning to stay out overnight, but no one in their right mind went into the field without the proper gear. Especially on a world as dangerous as Taris. Not to mention that it was regulation and Sergeant Dorne would probably throw a fit if they left without it.

She was being uncharitable, she knew, but if your only way of getting people to do things was to quote regulations at them, you probably needed to work on your people skills. Still, she thought. Better that than completely ignoring it when your own people went missing.

Remembering the colonel’s indifference, feigned or not, made her stomach clench. Those men had been his responsibility! Mallena hoped they were alright, but odds said they probably weren’t.

A crackle from her helmet com startled her from her thoughts. “Lieutenant Dayne?” said Sergeant Dorne’s voice. Except that with her Imperial accent, it was more drawn out and sounded more like left-tenant. Mallena wondered where the Imps saw an “f” in the word. “This is Sergeant Dorne, testing your com frequency. Do you read me?”

“Loud and clear, Sergeant. Got any advice before we head off into the wilds?”

“No, sir. Be careful. Dorne out.” Her voice was crisp, unemotional.

Jorgan’s voice came over the squad-only frequency. “I’ve had drill instructors more relaxed than that woman.”

“She’s a little uptight,” Mallena admitted. Speaking badly of someone else to her subordinates was uncalled for, even if he wasn’t wrong. “More helpful than her CO, though.”

“You can say that again. What are we going to do about him?”

“I’ll get the sergeant to pull the security footage of our conversation earlier. And from what I’ve seen of her, she’ll have further records of other misconduct, too.”

Jorgan’s voice was grim. “Good.”

They walked through Olaris at a quick pace, slowing down as they reached the outskirts. Stepping past the sentry line with a nod to those on watch, Mallena felt a twinge of worry. She’d heard all sorts of horrible stories about the Rakghouls that infested the planet. What if she got bit?

No horrible beasts appeared for the moment, though, and as she walked Mallena realized that the planet was rather pretty if you couldn’t smell it. The bombing that had destroyed the planet-covering city had been long enough ago that most everything had grown over with lush green grass and bushy trees. Even the brackish swamp water had a sort of beauty to it while the air filters were on. The troops and salvage teams from the base had worn a reasonably good path, so the going wasn’t too bad, either.

About three kilometers from the base, they turned off the main path into rougher country. The last known location of Patrol Team Three had come from a transmission sent from somewhere near here, so it seemed like the best place to start a search.

Jorgan had been quiet for most of the trip, but now he spoke up. “It must have taken some serious ordinance to destroy this place. Look how much the Imps brought to Coruscant and it’s still in one piece.”

Mallena considered. “Yeah. Let’s just hope they don’t try it again.” What else was there to say?

A few more minutes passed in silence before Jorgan spoke again. “Which traitor do you think – “

“Shhhh!” Mallena cut him off. She’d heard something. . .

“Rakghouls, incoming!”

Half a dozen figures burst into view, loping on all fours and letting out hissing growls. Mallena raised her rifle and fired at the nearest one. It paused, stumbled, fell. Taking aim at the next one, she heard Jorgan’s autocannon firing and saw yellowish-orange bolts spraying into the pack.

With a flash of inspiration, she pulled the new muzzle attachment she’d picked up on Coruscant from her belt and shoved it into place. Pale blue electricity arced from the end of her rifle, jolting the Rakghouls into stillness.

They rose again, slowly, doggedly, smoke rising from their burns. One by one, Mallena picked them off with targeted pulses. Jorgan bashed a last one across the muzzle with his autocannon and finished it off with a single shot and it was all over.

“That was. . . exciting,” he said.

Mallena took a few deep breaths, waiting for the worst of the adrenaline to work its way out of her bloodstream. “If Rakghouls are this easy to beat, I think we can take Taris with no trouble,” she gasped.

“As long as they don’t wear static dampers.”

Mallena grinned before remembering that Jorgan couldn’t see her with her helmet on. “True that. Let’s get moving. No telling how many more all the noise will bring.”

A quarter of an hour later, they spotted a trio of tents in the hollow beneath a leaning ruin. “Those are Republic Military-issue,” Jorgan said.

Could the missing patrol still be alive? No, they would have seen them by now, and this close to base, there was no reason that they’d been MIA for so long. Her fears were confirmed as they approached. All that remained were a few scattered bits of equipment, some crates, and the blaster-burned tents themselves. Rakghouls must have taken care of the bodies.

If Mallena had to bed, she would have said that some of the scavengers or pirates she had heard about had gotten to the patrol. But perhaps there would be a datapad or something in one of the crates that would give a firmer clue?

Something crunched under her foot and she bent to pick it up. “What is this?” she said aloud.

Sergeant Dorne’s voice crackled over the com, startling her. “Those are power converters, Lieutenant. Old ones. Any theories as to how they got to that location?”

So that’s why they looked familiar. She’d probably seen them on some old speeder bike that one of her brothers had been fiddling with. “I doubt they were just here. They take too much work to remove for someone to be so casual with it. The attackers could have dropped them, or the patrol could have. Though if they were valuable enough to be worth picking up, I doubt scavengers would have left them behind. And this wasn’t done by Rakghouls.”

Rakghouls didn’t carry weapons, and those were definitely blaster burns on the tents.

“Still,” Sergeant Dorne replied, “we need more information before we can determine.”

“We’ll keep looking for the other two patrols. And I’m sorry about this one. Whoever killed them will answer for it, I promise.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant. Dorne out.”

Mallena sighed and looked around the remains of the camp one last time. “Let’s go, Sergeant.”

They found the next patrol a few hours later, without any incidents beyond a solitary Rakghoul that Jorgan quickly dispatched. This site was less obvious, with no crates or tents to mark its presence, but the remains of the huge wall beside it were covered in blaster scouring like a signpost.

A thorough search of the area turned up nothing of value. Mallena was just about to suggest that they continue their search for the third patrol when she spotted a glittering object half-buried in the mud. She sloshed it in the swamp water to remove some of the crud and studied it. “This is a Republic lieutenant’s insignia.”

Dorne’s voice was heavy. “This must have been Patrol Team Five. Lieutenant Hur led them.”

“Still no sign of who did this.”

“Except for these.” Jorgan held out two more power converters, similar to the ones at the last site.

“More power converters?” said Dorne. “But these teams were patrolling separate locations. Either they picked up the same converters from different locations – “

“Or the attackers dropped them!” Finally, a real lead.

“A specialist MO-7 science officer could examine the converters to determine their source. We have one at the base. Bring them back and I’ll have him look at them.”

“Negative, Sergeant,” Mallena replied. “I’d like to look for the last patrol first. See if I can get more intel, and if they’re still out there. . . I will bring the converters when I return, though.”

“Understood.”

Jorgan shifted his pack and followed her along a narrow patch of solid ground between two bodies of water that hovered somewhere between ‘giant puddle’ and ‘shallow pond’. “Are you sure about this, Lieutenant?”

“I want to find the missing men, alive or dead, as fast as possible. And we won’t have time to come all the way back out here before dark if we go back to base now. It’s not much further.”

But getting to the third set of coordinates, the last known location of Patrol Team Eight, proved to be more difficult. A crumbling wall twenty meters high blocked their way, two packs of Rakghouls scented them out, and brush overgrew many of the paths, forcing them to make long detours. Mallena was just about to give up and head back to base for the night when she caught sight of something between the trees. Could it be –

“I see some debris up ahead, Lieutenant,” said Jorgan. “Our third patrol?”

“Bet so. Let’s go take a look.” She pushed a particularly stubborn vine out of the way and ducked under a twisted piece of rebar.

One of her helmet displays gave her warning an instant before Jorgan pulled her to the ground, shots streaking over their heads. “Are they Imps?” he asked.

Mallena snuck a quick look at them before ducking down again. “Look more like scavengers to me. Could be our mysterious litterers.”

“Could be. Let’s take ‘em out and see what they have to say.”

Mallena sighted in a shot at the torso of one of the scavengers. She was no sniper, but at this distance, it didn’t matter. Center-of-mass shots were pretty generous on the margins, anyway.

“Looks like five, maybe six,” said Jorgan. Mallena pulled the trigger and a shot raced toward the man. “No, only four now.”

The other scavengers scrambled for cover, still firing at Mallena and Jorgan. Unclipping a frag grenade from her belt, she armed it and tossed it into the thicket they had retreated to. An expanding ball of red flame erupted from the brush and chunks of dirt and small rocks rained down on her armor. Her helmet’s sound dampeners buzzed with the white noise emitted in place of damagingly loud environments. Then, silence.

“Enemy eliminated, sir.”

“Don’t call me ‘sir’,” Mallena muttered out of habit. He really was getting better about it, though. This was the first time today. But something else had her attention for the moment. “I think this patrol was killed fairly recently. The Raks haven’t dragged the bodies off yet.”

They pushed their way toward the sight of the patrol’s last stand, hoping that by some miracle, someone would still be alive. The group had apparently been ambushed in a small depression that hadn’t filled with water yet. Hopefully the site was unspoiled enough to recover some data on what had happened.

“Two more, coming in.” Jorgan’s voice was low, even over the helmet com. “Could be scouts or sentries from the main party.”

“Get ready. See if we can’t take one alive.”

The scavengers obviously didn’t intend to go quietly. Popping out from behind a section of wall, one of them sprayed fire the same way Jorgan had only a few minutes earlier, while the other charged, vibroblade in hand.

Mallena fired at the swordsman. Missed. Fired again.

A bright light and sound overwhelmed her, a rush of sensation that pushed through even her helmet’s filters like a punch in the gut. She blinked and shook her head, trying to clear it all away.

As the unbearable brightness gave way to darkness, she saw the vaguely glowing outline of the swordsman coming toward her. She raised her rifle to block his blow, then kicked out at where his legs should be. Her foot connected with something solid, delaying his next attack long enough for her to shoot. The blurred figure crumpled to the ground. No more attackers came.

After less than a minute, her vision was back enough to see clearly and she could hear at least a little. Thank the Force for helmet systems. If it hadn’t been for them, the flashbang would have blinded and deafened her for hours, and she needed all her senses out here. The headache would probably stay for a while, though.

Jorgan was talking to her, she realized, inaudible over the ringing in her ears. “Say that again? I couldn’t quite hear.”

“I said ‘are you alright, Lieutenant?’”

“I think so, I – “ Mallena looked down and saw a line of crimson blood sliding down her arm. “Oh.”

[yanklbonkl]

I realized I should probably give confidence levels on these predictions so:

Let's say 85%+ sure of this. If we're going to have Gideon and Harrow become friends/lovers (classic buddy cop/rom com thing here, which is where we seem to be right now) we'll need to learn that the fault of the original strain of their relationship is not entirely on Harrow. Add that to "I did this because I hate you" and the fact that most characters in literature are not simply cruel for the sake of being cruel and we'll find out some reason for Harrow hating Gideon. Being responsible for the deaths seems as good a reason as any, but maybe it's something else.

Mmm let's say 50%? Obviously the romance is set up, I couldn't say at this point the likelihood of actuation.

I'll go with 90%+ of this happening. Again, it really feels like we're setting up the classic "they work better together than apart". Again, maybe we'll see that something else happens and in fact Harrow really is just a cruel piece of shit all the way through but we've seen bits of dialogue to indicate otherwise (alt, guy who's only ever read Naruto: "Getting some real Naruto and Sasuke vibes from this").

Very good vibes on this one, probably 90%+. The third house members are shaping up to be the primary antagonists of the book but are currently only "very shady". We need an escalation of their threat to "dangerous". There's two ways Muir can accomplish this: A) "the villain needs to kick a puppy to demonstrate cruelty", i.e. members of the third house need to do something very bad to someone who is "good but not very capable" (houses 4, 5, 7), or B) "the villain needs to kill a giant to show power", i.e. do something horrible to someone very competent (houses 2, 6, 9? but least likely on that last bit). I'm less inclined to believe B because we've already seen from the duel that the third house is quite competent and while something of type (B) raises the stakes it usually doesn't come with the emotional impact of something of type (A). As for the specific prediction we have seen that (1) 3rd Cav (I cannot for the life of me remember his name) > Gideon >> Magnus so a duel between 3rd Cav and Magnus would be a whipping and (2) the third house is ready to cheat at these duels.

See above, plus the fact that we've already been primed to expect Duclinea to die. I'm less attached to this specific scenario (though: the sickness might all be a ploy).

99.9% As I said free space. Clearly we're not being told something important but I couldn't quite say what yet.

40% As above there is something clearly wrong with the emperor but I haven't a clue what, so 7-9 are more of "hey that would be kinda cool"

30%. See above.

15%. See above.

Like 10%? I don't really think this is the case but we'll learn more later I guess.

85%+. I'm feeling pretty good about this. Just from what we've seen of Canaan and Drearburh we're primed to expect that the empire is actually in much worse shape than the characters are aware of/want to admit to themselves. Hence "the emperor has no clothes" of 7-9 and this one as well. There's obviously other possibilities for this plotpoint to play out like "the war doesn't exist" (1984), "the war is really a one-sided genocide" (ender's game) or "there is no twist it's just a war" but this feels. solid to me.

So I started reading Gideon the Ninth (spoilers, live review, plot predictions ahead)

Currently at chapter 12 and Gideon is puttering around this castle after just having both kicked ass and had her ass kicked in a classic dueling scene.

Overall I'd say I like it so far, my one complaint being that Gideon doesn't seem to have any real motivation right now apart from a desire not to be discovered as a fraud. This has made the last few chapters feel kind of boring even though there's very interesting stuff going on in the background. For example there's a lot of very cool mysteries that either A) Gideon already knows the answer to and has no desire to explain in greater detail (What happened to all the children in the ninth house? Who is the host fighting? Where is the Emperor if not at his home planet? How does the interplanetary (interstellar?) economy work? What's inside The Locked Tomb (hey that's the series title!)?) or B) something that Gideon does not seem to have any interest in investigating (Who was her mother? Why did the lord and lady of the ninth kill themselves? What is Harrow up to? What the fuck is going on with the third house? What's the ring all the cavaliers were given when the came in? What's behind that locked door she found? Why is the ninth house full of weirdos? What the hell even is this whole competition?). Hopefully we'll get some motivation for her soon.

The relationship between Gideon and Harrow is interesting. My guess is we're shaping up to be a buddy cop/classic rom-com dynamic where they come to realize that they deeply misunderstood each other and actually need one another (maybe not).

On a more textual level the entire book feels more like it was written for AO3 than a traditional print novel. There's a ton of cultural references (e.g. I think there's a part where Gideon says something like: "while you were doing X I studied the blade" and another line about a sword in each hand and one in the mouth which is 99% chance a reference to One Piece?). I kind of like it but it's just a bit odd. I'm not sure how it will read in say, 10-15 years, let alone 20.

Okay now for some predictions for the rest of the book (in no particular order and some contradicting others):

We learn that Gideon's arrival is responsible for the deaths in the house of the ninth (the mass loss of children and/or the lord and lady hanging themselves).

Gideon and Dulcinea of the seventh hook up

Gideon and Harrow hook up

The cavalier of the third house kills Magnus but it's in a duel and made to look like an accident

Either Coronabeth or Ianthe kill Dulcinea but it's made to look like her disease

The entire "contest" to become lyctors is a sham (FREE SPACE)

The emperor is dead

The emperor never existed

The emperor eats lyctors ("eats" may or may not be literal here)

Gideon's mom was a lyctor

The empire is losing their starship-trooper ass war

[helloliriels]

Sleepless in London (Pt.3)

“It was a million tiny little things, that…  

Somehow, just meant we fit together?

And I knew ... the very first time we touched.

Like finding a missing puzzle piece, you didn't know you had lost ..."

John's voice drifted over the radio, barely having started to talk when the announcer cut in, and the host came back on:

“ … this is Dr. Irene Adler and we’ll be right back with John and Rosie, but for now, let’s open up the lines and take your calls …”

“Molly, is it absolutely necessary to have this drivel on?”

“It’s not drivel, Sherlock,” Molly defended, “It’s romantic!”

The pathologist was currently humming along with the ads playing on the radio, while dissecting a human brain; As Sherlock himself leaned in to check his samples more closely, from the workbench opposite. He closed his eyes in an attempt to focus, as the noise continued … 

He had been careful to maintain his distance from the overly friendly and clearly unobservant resident of St. Bart’s for fear she would misinterpret any action on his part. And now she was playing a romantic talk show? Please.

.

“The romanticism on this show is entirely manufactured, Molly. While the highly exploitative nature of how she handles her callers is frankly, embarrassing,” he drolled, "if, by romantic - you meant to say humiliating and degrading ... then yes. This show is romantic.”

“So - what do you do for fun, then?” Molly asked, a cheery attempt to get him talking more … now that he had made the mistake of starting …

“Though we were having fun?” Sherlock replied, shutting her down.

Molly went back to her work, glum.

.

“Yeah, I’d just like to know how to get this man’s number?” 

One woman was asking, right out the gate.

.

Sherlock snorted.

Molly glanced at him, and embarrassed, turned the program down a bit. The radio host was confirming that they would accept mail to the radio station, but would not give out any private data. She thanked the caller and accepted the next:

“John and Rosie, I just want to say, I'm here for you … !”

“Can we write to …?”

“How can I get in touch … ?”

“Umm, did he say how old he was?  Like - I’m embarrassed to ask - but he sounds dreamy and I just - don’t wanna be disappointed?”

.

“Early-forties,” Sherlock supplied to the room at large, then with a snark added under his breath, “and far above your pay grade, clearly.” 

The calls continued in this vein for a while … then they were re-playing the sensational bits of the program so far:

Rosie pleading,

“I think my daddy needs a new wife.”

John’s voice, responding,

“Why do you assume it has to be a woman?”

The Woman’s signature provocative style teasing,

“So we’re open to more choices then?”

Before cutting to another commercial break.

Sherlock could feel his eyes rolling back in his head, as he slammed his palm on the table. “MOLLY!” he begged. Pleaded. 

(Pt. 3 long post, actually continued below cut)

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Molly Hooper lifted her scalpel and paused. 

Meeting Sherlock’s glare with a kind, softened smile. “We’re the only ones here, Sherlock,” She reminded, returning to the task at hand with renewed zest, “the only two people in London bored enough, and lonely enough to be wasting our New Year’s Eve in a laboratory shared with dead bodies … ” 

“I know,” Sherlock replied, grinning, “wish Christmas had been this lively!”

Her smile fell as she looked away, “Don’t you think … ? Maybe you could learn something from Dr. Irene?” She added with a frustrated huff, “about human feelings?”

“Human?” Sherlock blinked, poking at the human remains he was in charge of. 

“Feelings?” She tried again.

They had already been there for four hours, and not only had Sherlock completely misunderstood her offer of coffee, he had also insulted her jumper, her lipstick and her hair care routine …  On second thought, she reached over and turned the radio program back UP.

Sherlock rumbled,

“If you’re hoping that by listening to ‘Your Feelings and You’, I’ll suddenly catch emotions like the common cold … then I regret to inform you, your efforts are entirely wasted.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Molly muttered under her breath.

But as she looked back at the gorgeous, curly haired detective - her breath caught still. He was prickly, and mean, and entirely too brilliant for his own good. But she had a feeling that two thirds of those traits were habits of self-defence … 

Her hand fell on the small sprig of mistletoe tucked away in her pocket from last week, and sighed. She hadn’t been brave enough to get it out then, and it seemed pointless now … She chucked it in the bin and turned a flustered eye back to her work … 

As the friendly doctor came back on the radio, and began to really converse about the woman he’d lost, and why he had loved her so very much … 

It all sounded so romantic, and adventurous … 

She even caught Sherlock listening in a few times, and crossed her fingers it was catching … despite his bluster and bluff.

“John … May I ask you one more thing?”

         The radio host interpreted his silence as consent and continued, “how did you meet your wife?”

John had felt the tension fading, as he opened up to the radio host, her ease of conversing ... not knowing or really caring how long they had been on the air for. It felt so good to talk about Mary in this light … without all the weight of responsibility that usually came with it. 

But with that personal reminder of their early memories ... it suddenly felt like she was prying. 

He wasn’t sure if it had been the generous holiday spirit affecting him, before? Or perhaps the three or four pints he’d consumed this evening … trying to forget it all … 

“Ooh, I don’t know if I can-!” John hedged, laughing. If only to shake the feeling off …

“Oh, you can -” Irene cooed, invitingly, “Please! I guarantee my listeners are hanging on your every word … “

“No, it’s … nothing like that -” John clarified, scratching at the back of his neck, “That is … I don’t mean to be rude-”

“-And I don’t want to pry!” Irene hastened to add.

“Yes you do.” John answered bluntly.

Sherlock felt himself responding out loud along with the grieving widower. 

He paused.

His hand on the pipette, cold glass against the table as he listened more intently … 

“It’s not a family friendly story …" John added, cautiously … looking down at his child, asleep in his arms ... “but seeing as Rosie is out for the count … and since everyone involved is now deceased …" he hummed, thinking on it further, "I'm not sure ... it may still be covered under the official secrets act …?” 

“Are we talking … government secrets?” Miss Adler gasped, scintillating at the chance of higher ratings, “John? Were you and your wife secret agents, like Mr. & Mrs. Smith?”

“Oh, god, no!” John chuckled, “I’m afraid that part … that was all Mary …”

He chuckled thinking about how they really had met … that day in Türkiye … 

The Ambassador's wife and her entourage, held captive in a bunker … John’s squad filing in, bandaging up the wounded and evacuating those that could be shifted to safer ground, after Mary had gone in and taken out the first real threats. How John had fired a shot and saved her life ... her meeting him bloodied and grinning to ... to receive treatment. Her hair the colour of spun gold. 

“No.” He reiterated, “I’m no 007. Just a doctor. A good marksman back in my military days, but those are all over now, due to the-”

“I know this was not easy for you, John,” Irene cut in, "and we are running short on time. But i just wanted to thank you for being so receptive and open."

Sherlock felt his frustration growing at not being able to hear the other side of the phone line … To know what the man - the doctor - the military trained, excellent marksman - with a million more stories to tell than this woman could possibly fathom! Had wanted to say … 

He wanted to climb through the phone and ask the rest of the questions himself … To know how John had been wounded and invalided out, ahead of his time ...? How he had ended up as a Doctor in London? And what he liked to do in his spare time … ?

It was an odd feeling … being curious about someone not tied to a case … 

“When did your wife pass?” The Woman’s voice interrupted his thoughts again. 

John’s reply took a moment … 

“About a year and a half ago,” he said at last, getting very quiet. 

Everything felt like it was tunnelling back in around him now … as John thought about the reality of the situation … alone, just as before … and his hand began to ache … 

He flexed it and switched the phone to his other ear to relieve the pressure on his shoulder.

“Have you had any relationships? Since then?” She prodded.

“ No .”

.

The answer was blunt. 

Rude. Intentionally.

.

Sherlock was hanging on every breath the doctor took … waiting … 

Feeling the heat rising in the back of his own throat … even as John fought the lump rising in his own … 

“Why not?” she asked them both (it seemed), softly.

“Irene … listen,” John began, “or should I call you Dr. Adler?”

“Dr. Irene, please,” The Woman suggested.

John and Sherlock both simultaneously rolled their eyes.

“We had a pretty tough time at first, I’ll admit that. But … we’re making do … I’m seeing a therapist - a real one -”

Sherlock smirked at the dig.

“And Rosie and I will get along fine … as soon as I break her radio.”

Dr. Irene laughed at that. Letting him go.

Sherlock could tell the man was done with the interview.

          But oddly … he wanted more … 

.

“I'm sure you're a wonderful father,” she wrapped up the conversation with a smile, “and even though we’ve only heard and not yet seen your faces … you can tell a lot from a voice.”

“You most certainly can,” John nodded, trying to ring off … 

“Just one more question - humour me, John-? Are you sleeping at night?” she asked. Leaving the words hanging in the air … 

            “He doesn't sleep at all,” little Rosie chimed in from out of nowhere.

“Hey! How do you know that?” John puzzled, looking at his adorably soft child, still rubbing her eyes from sleepiness.

“I live here, Daddy!” she scowled.

They both shared a smile and a giggle as John tickled her and tucked her in closer. Nearly forgetting they were still on the air … 

“Look, it’s New Years … I’m tired - I really should be getting her to bed,” he managed at last, “and Mary … my wife … I’ll always miss her. She really was … irreplaceable … “ he sighed, “... and it’s rough this time of year, innit? Maybe Rosie needs someone-? I hadn’t … really thought about that part of things, being wrapped up in my own grief … but I will take it to heart.”

“Do you think … maybe you need someone, too?” Dr. Irene supplied.

.

It was a rhetorical question,

        And they both knew it.

.

The ending music was now playing, as London’s heartbeat began to pulse again with a new day beginning. 

“Well … I’m Dr. Irene Adler,

       Signing off with ‘Sleepless in London’ …” 

John laughed at his newly christened moniker …

“-and John? Rosie? Will you call in again sometime, soon? And keep us posted on your progress? We’d love to hear from you.”

“We’ll be sure to do that.”

John hung up the phone, quietly. Careful not to disturb Rosie as she had drifted off again to slumberland … still nestled in the crook of his arm. 

He hefted her into a more comfortable carrying position, and shifted them both from the window seat to their respective bedrooms … 

          While Sherlock grabbed his coat and whisked out the door of the lab hurriedly …

               Past a stunned-to-silence, and suddenly enlightened Molly … (to be continued ...) Read Part 4

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[skyeet-the-writer]

The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x. 

 corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him. 

 word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims. 

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh. 

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected. 

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves. 

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed. 

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again. 

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room. 

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles. 

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases. 

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs. 

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

~

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them. 

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks. 

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps. 

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call. 

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room. 

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady. 

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up. 

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.” 

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once. 

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you. 

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks. 

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’” 

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu. 

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean. 

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie. 

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair. 

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing. 

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie. 

“Felix,” says Sean. 

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks. 

“Lower engine,” you reply. 

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation. 

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it. 

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says. 

“Sean, where were you?” 

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers. 

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie. 

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer. 

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there. 

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself. 

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ. 

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks. 

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.” 

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected. 

stinky was an imposter 

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected. 

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.” 

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat. 

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.” 

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks. 

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken. 

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks. 

“No I haven’t,” she says. 

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out. 

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host. 

~

1 round before the incident 

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine. 

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported. 

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head. 

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax. 

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself. 

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile. 

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in. 

“Yeah,” you nod. 

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin. 

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs. 

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing. 

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands. 

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate. 

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there. 

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix. 

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage. 

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.” 

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix. 

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time. 

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him. 

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing. 

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen. 

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you. 

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse. 

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both. 

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic. 

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie. 

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave. 

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you. 

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay. 

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat. 

[sunarintoes]

Pretty Setter Squad Boyfriend Headcanons

part one can be found here II wc: 2.4k II includes: kageyama, suga, kenma, akaashi, semi and oikawa II atsumu and shirabu 

rewriting because i cringe at the old hcs 😭

✗ Kagggggsss

✗ The emotionally constipated blueberry <3 oh yeahh 😎

✗ Okay well first off he can barely process his emotions (*cough* evidently *cough*)

✗ When you two first started going out he was quite shy and unsure of what to do so you may have had to guide him a bit, but if youre equally shy then it just would have taken longer to get to where you are now; oh and if that was the case it probably took some random burst of energy/confidence from either one of you to make the first move. 

✗ He will buy you milk but uf you hate it (like me 🤢) he will buy you another drink - like juice :D

✗ I dont think he will be the most affectionate, it’s not his love language - and neither are words haHAH. His love language is most likely quality time and gift giving.

✗ He does like to cuddle though 😳

✗ In fact he really likes to :D his favourite is when youre sitting in his lap while he watches a volleyball game (at home - he hates pda). 

✗ This brings us to our next, short point. Kageyama absolutely despises pda, he just thinks its something meant for closed doors and he does not believe that he has to display his relationship for the whole world to ogle at. The most he will do is light hand holding - mostly just linking your pinkies though.

✗ When it comes to height he does not care if you're smaller or taller than him ← but bb, please don't tease him about his height if he’s shorter because he will blow a fuse.

✗ He alternates between small spoon and big spoon, kinda depending on his mood. 

✗ BOY O BOY does he get jealous. Uh please reign in your setter >:( 

✗ Its mostly due to the fact that he’s insecure about himself - he thinks you will leave him like everyone else (in middle school - yes, he is still traumatised from it.)

✗ When he does get jealous he might be snappy to the other person and glare at them or be snappy at you and glare at you. When this happens please give him space because he needs it to clear his head. When he feels better he will come up to you and hug you into his chest so that he can’t see your face and you cant see his, then he will mumble an apology.

✗ Ever since you two began to date he has practiced apologising and getting better at apologising, this is because his inability to admit to his own mistakes was a sour patch in your relationship that almost ended it but he really did not want to lose you so he sucked up his pride and worked on what he had to; of course you also worked in what you had to. God I love character development 😩

✗ Dates are mostly at home dates or dates revolving around volleyball. If you're not into volleyball, Kageyama would not date you, it's something he is so passionate about and loves with every breath he takes (like you) and he refuses to compromise one love for the other. 

✗ ooooh he likes arcade dates a well! He thrives in a competitive environment. If you're not competitive and don't want to compete against him then he’ll compete for you - against the machines lol. Of course you play as well! But i doubt youre as competitive as this blueberry, and if you are - well i guess at the end of the day youll both be stacked in tokens 🤠

✗ Sugawara my beloved <33

✗ He. Is. So. Affectionate! 

✗ Mans loves skin on skin contact ykwim?

✗ He is down for pda and does not care what others think - only what you think <3. 

✗ I mean he might make out with you in public if you ask nicely 

✗ Dates are very fun with him, he’ll take you to cafes, to amusement parks, to carnivals, to movies and all the like. He’s a cliche lover and he’s proud of it.

✗ Your first kiss happened on New Years Eve/Day. The two of you sat on the roof of his house and watched as the fireworks lit up the starry sky of Miyagi and chanted the count down together. The second ‘one’ left your lips he grabbed your face (softly!!) and pulled you in to crash his lips against yours. 

✗ Suga loves to cuddle, preferably face to face because he just thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world. 

✗ He is not the most jealous person, he definitely does get jealous but never of strangers. It's more when his close friends or your close friends get a bit too comfortable if that makes sense? He normally plays it off with humour and messes around because he acknowledges that he is insecure and that it is most likely him thinking of the worst case scenario; however if he really does start to worry and get jealous then he will sit you down and talk about it with you. To him, communication is key. 

✗ Ngl Kenma is definitely in my top 3 favourites. 

✗ I may or may not be a Kenma kinnie 😳🙈

✗ i love my non-toxic gamer boy <33 anywho: no matter what ANYONE says, kenma is definitely affectionate. In fact I'd say he’s one of the most affectionate boyfriends. As we all know, he is shy and introverted but he likes to hang around and spend time with people he likes. He also talks a lot to them. So I hc that he’s a bit of a chatterbox with you and it makes him really happy when you let him talk about a game or a theory he has. He’s a great listener so you can count on him to pay attention to what you say.

✗ if you didn't already have one, he bought you a switch. He loves video game dates especially when he can't see you in person (*cough* lockdown *cough*) 

✗ he loves when you sit on his lap when he plays video games. I know everyone talks about sitting on their partner’s lap as some sexual thing and yeah that can happen but most of the time he’s really soft with you and just enjoys being close to you. Loves when you cuddle into him while he plays so that he can place his head on yours or your shoulder. 

✗ i think he is a bit shy when it comes to kisses but definitely warms up after a while. He absolutely refuses to sleep if he doesnt get your goodnight kisses. He loves to kiss you on your nose and your cheeks the most. He loves when you kiss him on the forehead and the nose <3

✗ kenma is not one for pda, it's just not his vibe. He prefers intimacy and privacy; his relationship is not a movie for the world to watch and gawk at. Especially timeskip!kenma. Though that does not mean he wont ever show you skinship in public, occasionally he will softly hold your hand and maybe press a light kiss to your cheek. 

✗ in terms of jealousy, he is moderate. Kenma, as we all know, has incredible people reading skills, so he understands the situation pretty clearly and knows when you’re uncomfortable/what you think of the situation. Most of the time you can deal with the unwanted attention and he doesnt get jealous, but he does get insecure. He shows this by going quiet and looking away when you look at him, you can cure this by giving him hugs when you get home. 

✗ Akaashi my beloved <3 he’s so pretty i can't even-

✗ ugh! Just imagine him in a dark/light academia aesthetic. 

✗ perfection. 

✗ akaashi is the sweetest most attentive boyfriend, he loves you to pieces and never fails to let you know. He tells you he loves you every morning and every night. He probably makes meals for you and leaves notes in that have a sweet comment like “i love you, you're the best <3” 

✗ he love back hugging you BUT also receiving back hugs 🥺✨

✗ akaashi is a booknerd and an introvert. Please cuddle up to him and let him read his book to you. 

✗ there are only 2 things that can restore his social battery: sleeping and you.

✗ which means he wants cuddles when he’s tired 😊

✗ he is not jealous. He just doesn't get jealous, maybe annoyed if the third party is being a bit too pushy and you're clearly uncomfortable, but he just never feels jealous. No matter how hard you may try to make him jealous (plz dont cause that's kinda toxic imo) he just won't feel that way.

✗ definitely the ‘mom/dad’ as he carries sinister, pads, bandaids → a whole first aid kit basically, everywhere. Bb must be prepared. 

✗ dates are so sweet with him, cute niche cafes and dimly lit libraries. Maybe the occasional abandoned building. He loves spending time with you, so really he's happiest whenever he’s with you; having coffee at McDonalds or a niche cafe won't change anything. 

✗ he’s hard to pinpoint for pda. I feel like he’s indifferent about it. He probably prefers to keep it indoors or to just small and sweet gestures (no making out in public sorry-). It definitely comes down to your preferences, if you don't like it then he won't and vice versa.

✗ semi semi semi semi semi semi

✗ omg mr musician 

✗ he definitely plays guitar - lead guitar and bass guitar. 

✗ skilled fingies for sure 😗

✗ boy why are musicians so hot???? 😫😫😫💦💦

✗ he writes songs about you. Semsem has a bit of trouble saying exactly how he feels, so he writes it and sings it to you with a small little smile and eyes full of love. 

✗ off topic but Semu has the best music taste in haikyuu

✗ he loves hugs so much <33 please hug and cuddle with him 24/7

✗ very affectionate, he’s always touching you someway. Loves kissing your forehead. 

✗ he is jealous. Yeah definitely. He writes songs about being jealous 🗿 not that you mind of course ‘cause they're bangers. I think he might get snappy when he’s jealous, not directly at you but at the other person. He definitely gets a bit bitchy. Sometimes he acts that way to you so you've just gotta slap some sense into him. Say something like “what's your problem?” or “tell me what your problem is so i can help fix it.” ← that's probably the best thing to say. 

✗ afterwards he’ll just snuggle with you until he feels better. 

✗ he asks for your opinion about his songs all the time, please be honest (but also praise them if you like them lol)

✗ he takes you to niche spots he finds, like hidden concerts and stuff. Loves when you come to his gigs <3 oh and when you scream for him (in more ways than one). 

✗ dates are cute and fun. Mostly walking around together → carnivals, main street, farmers market. Those kind of things. 

✗ when it comes to pda he loves it. Loves being able to show the world who his s/o is. If you don't like it then he will tone it down and only do what you’re comfortable with. If you're also into pda then he will happily make out with you anywhere (you're one of THOSE couples 🤢 /j) 

✗ all round best boyfie <3

✗ oikawa 😳 have i told y'all how much i love him? Oikawa is the best written character, no cap, he is so complex and real it's crazy. It's so fun to write about him because you can pick him apart, you know his flaws, his weaknesses, his nightmares but also his strengths and dreams. Anywho i'll stop ranting now but i just love writing for such a perfectly imperfect character-

✗ he puts up a cocky exterior but thats all false. He's as scared as you are, he's scared that you'll leave him like his exes because of how obsessed and focused he is on volleyball. However he is a changed man, he's learned to balance his priorities. If you ever feel like you're being sidelined please communicate with him. 

✗ he values communication above all else and wants nothing more in a partner than for them to also value communication.

✗ back to the point → if you feel insecure of your relationship and that volleyball is taking too much of his attention let him know. He will change that. To an extent → he may have an important game coming up which is why he is focusing more, but he will always find time for you. 

✗ he never forgets to text you good morning and good night. He also sends you wholesome memes and makes sure you're taking care of yourself - they're like reminders for him to also take care of himself. 

✗ he is both jealous and insecure. Everyone who gets too close to you or spends a lot of time with you, he is jealous of. Jealous because he wishes he could spend more time with you but he knows he can't - not without jeopardising his volleyball career. He's also insecure, because he knows you could just leave him for a more fulfilling, more attentive, more balanced relationship. You know that too, I mean, of course you could leave him but no one would be as good as him. No one could match up to your beautifully flawed boyfriend.

✗ he is affectionate, very, very affectionate. He loves you so much. And because he spends so much time on volleyball, anytime with you he's touching you - memorizing every dint, every curve, everything about you so that he won't ever forget. 

✗ Oikawa has trouble sleeping unless he's with you, he wants to sling to you in his sleep and be grounded and remember that he is loved and cherished and appreciated y'know?

✗ pda is not an issue for him. He doesn't care what anyone else says or thinks :P in this relationship the only opinions that matter are his and your’s. Tell him you're uncomfortable with something and he won't do it, and vice versa. But otherwise, like Semi, he won't mind having a good makeout session with you in the middle of the street ;)

[isahorcrux]

some with arrows, some with traps

james potter/lily evans | 31k words | complete

much ado about nothing, but make it jily and texting and muggle AU

Then: James Potter was a beloved child star and the lead of a popular YA franchise. Lily Evans was just getting her big break as his romantic lead in the third installment. While their chemistry got rave reviews, if the rumors are to be believed the two actors can barely stand to be in the same room together.

Now: Lily’s paid her dues and ten years later she’s the most in-demand actress in Hollywood. And James...after back-to-back flops at the box office, he’s just looking for a break and a chance to prove he is the amazing actor everyone thought he was going to be.

with a big cake, happy birthday

james potter/lily evans | 1.5k words | complete

some with arrows, some with traps companion piece

It wasn’t an ideal way to spend a birthday, that was for sure.  Sure on television the Oscars looked so glamorous.  But, in reality, it just meant you had to wake up early to be poked and prodded, and sometimes quite literally sewn into a suit, and spend several hours without food.  Of course, if things had gone a little differently, James might have enjoyed his evening a bit more.

love, james

james potter/lily evans | 6k+ words | 7/20 (updating bi-weekly)

love, rosie, but make it jily. written for the jilytoberfest 2023 rom-com event | magic AU

james likes lily. and lily likes james. how the hell did it get so complicated? | 

london is lonely 

james potter/lily evans | 18k+ words | 10/?

someone left a note on my car last week asking me to coffee, so I ignored the text and made it jily | muggle AU

Hi.

I realize this may come off as horribly creepy, but I saw you heading into Sainsbury’s and thought you were cute.

If you’d like to get coffee, here’s my number

+44 7700 900058

James (the guy who parked next to you)

the girls of london is lonely || the boys of london is lonely

laundry day

james potter/lily evans | 10k words | complete

Shreya asked how the hogwarts laundry works and things got out of hand.

No matter how much time Lily Evans spent in the magical world, there were just some things she’d never understand. The laundry at Hogwarts being one of them.

with funny glasses and lots of fizz

james potter/lily evans | 3k words | complete

A new year's gift for Devyn.

'Twas the night before new year's and all through the house James Potter was frantically searching for a partner to waltz.

champagne problems

james potter/lily evans | 8.5k words | 2/3

the first of many vignettes based around taylor swift’s albums folklore and evermore, AU

Summoning the courage of thousands of Gryffindors before him, James sank to his right knee and pulled the unassuming black velvet box from his pocket. The room around them faded into warm shapes and colours. James didn’t know if Sirius had paused the music or if he’d gone temporarily deaf. It was only the two of them, James thrusting his mum’s ring out towards Lily and Lily looking at James with a bemused sort of grin.

After several long moments, or maybe a half an hour, or possibly several days, Lily spoke.

“James, let’s - we should talk.”

It was supposed to be perfect.

hope is a dangerous thing (for a woman like me to have)

ginny weasley/harry potter | 26.5k + words | 7/?

ginny weasley’s 6th year at hogwarts

As soon as they found Dumbledore’s body, some unconscious part of Ginny knew that their relationship would have to end. She knew Harry, who’d lost so many people, couldn’t bear to put her in danger. She understood his reasoning, in fact, if she were in the same position, she might even do the same. But, it wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t she go with them and help take down Voldemort. She, after all, was the closest link to Tom after Harry, having spent a year entwined with his teenage self.

glad he’s gone

ginny weasley & lavender brown | 2.8k words | complete

an unexpected conversation between unlikely allies

Of all the things Lavender could have been crying over, Ginny had not expected this. Granted, she knew Ron wanted to end things with Lavender just as much as she’d wanted to end things with Dean. But, she supposed she was a bit preoccupied with her own public break-up to notice Ron’s first romance imploding a mere few feet away. She briefly wondered if Lavender was just as oblivious to her relationship ending as Ginny was to her’s.

love it if we made it

ginny weasley/harry potter | 4.7k words | complete

ginny and harry reunite after the battle of hogwarts

And it all came crashing back. Harry, Ron, and Hermione returning to Hogwarts. The Order coming to fight. Spells being shot back and forth. Hogwarts crumbling from within, but also fighting back. Voldemort and his army of death swarming the castle. Fred. Remus. Tonks. Harry, dead. Harry, not dead. Bellatrix. And then Voldemort and Harry, facing each other in the Great Hall, where Ginny had eaten every meal during the school year with her friends. Voldemort falling. They’d won. The war was over.

spontaneous & romantic

scorpius malfoy/rose weasley | 1.9k words | complete

scorpius surprises rose

“Well, when I hear things at my window, my first thought isn’t often, ‘oh, how sweet my boyfriend is throwing pebbles at my window,’” I said giggling.

thank you @thequibblah​ for tagging me to reblog my master list, which is when I realized I did not have a masterlist, so here we are (yes, I started my fanfiction journey writing scorose)

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Top 6 Most Anticipated [Confirmed] BLs of 2023 (so far)!

If I can speculate...I'd add something something Semantic Error 2, something something Bump Up Business, but I'm tired of looking stupid. DMD had me placing Bed Friend as a most anticipated BL for damn near two years now and stayed coming up short. This time, I'm sticking to what I know. So, here we are--my top 6 most anticipated BLs of 2023 (thus far)! -

6) HIStory5: Love in the Future | LinusSean & JasonAnson

lbr, this is a 2023 bl trapped in a 2022 bl's body. Either way, I love a good time travel theme (gives fish out of water--my favorite trope!!) and the HIStory series usually gives us a good main couple.

5) Love Upon a Time | NetJames

Either DMD really believes in NetJames or they feel bad for cucking them in favor of ZeeNunew this past year. Either way, I am somewhat seated for this. Wild, I never expected this from NetJames or DMD more generally, but the historical portion of the story is giving everything I've been begging for from Thailand since I started watching BL. While it's not giving MileApo's period piece trailer in terms of care and attention to detail, it seems very interesting to say the least.

4) Bed Friend | NetJames

After 2 years of blue balling viewers, DMD is FINALLY giving the girls Bed Friend. I am so excited to see an office romance with actual tension between the leads and that forbidden love vibe I love so much. The story is so classic and seems entertaining from beginning-to-end. Hopefully the writing is good and the acting takes a step forward from what DMD has given so far. That said, the trailer looks promising, so fingers crossed!

3) The Next Prince (....what? It gave budget....) | ZeeNunew

Listen, I am not a zonzon or bonbon or ztormborn or whatever they call ZeeNunew stans, but I am SEATED for this. In my last list, I included Cutie Pie in my most anticipated list. Unfortunately, it didn't hit like I thought it would. But I'm willing to give them another chance as this trailer is intriguing. They're hitting budget, royalty AU, enemies (??) to lovers, direction, cinematography, etc. with this one. And the fact that the trailer was mostly silent gives me hope that maybe, just maybe, they will take the show-don't-tell subtext-led approach to acting and writing. Just hope it's not wasted on a terrible plot that goes nowhere and grating acting. S/n: Zee doing stuff w/feet again??

2) Cherry Magic (Thailand) (stfu GMMTV antis and jbl elitists, I'm tryna see sth...) | TayNew

She has no trailer and I'm already here for her.

Per MDL -

Adapted from Japan's 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii. Adachi Kiyoshi [Achi in the Thai version] is a regular salaryman who, at the age of 29, was still a virgin. On his 30th birthday, he suddenly finds himself acquiring a new power - the ability to read other people's minds whenever he touches them. Shocked and unnerved by this new ability, he struggles to cope. That is, until one day he accidentally touches the handsome and popular fellow office-worker, Kurosawa Yuichi [Karan in the Thai version], only to find out that [Karan] actually has secret romantic feelings for him. How will [Achi] cope with this new revelation?

Look, I tried the original Cherry Magic and while the concept was appealing, the execution wasn't for me. Ngl chefs, I was bored a bit. But I still love the concept and am interested to see if and how GMMTV and Taynew can handle this. It better give budget at the very least (probably won't lol). Perhaps we'll also see Newwie grow into a more serious BL role. But honestly, even if they turn it into a rom-com, I think this can really work. Either way, they have a lot of eyes on them and a lot of folks predicting their downfall. They must deliver.

1) Only Friends | NeoMark, ForceBook, FirstKhao, ForceNeo, to say the least

Where do I even start with this? Who in the fresh hell could have predicted GMMTV to come through with this? ALL the pairings are intriguing, MANY of the actors can ACT (or at least try to), THE PLOT is something straight out of my romance dreams!!! We love hotties being messy!!!! I am incoherent at this. How did GMMTV manage to outplay the player (ME)?

But to be serious, this is the most interesting BL plot in awhile... And it gets at a real part of the 20/30-something hookup culture that we have (and that people are afraid to show in the context of LGBTQ+ relationships). It's also breaking the mold and allowing actors to explore characters outside of their established ships. It's not adapted from anything (that I know of), which is, like, a first for a GMMTV BL. It includes pairings that are either on the rise (FirstKhao) or that no one could have ever seen coming but somehow feel just right (NeoMark, ForceNeo) (btw, NeoMark are up next in this industry ;)). Plus, it's directed by Jojo Tichakorn who directed and wrote for 3WBF (one of my favorite Thai dramas with a strong BL theme), and has his hands in Never Let Me Go and The Warp Effect (both with strong showings thus far). I trust him but it's gonna really come down to the budget, post-production, and, most importantly, the acting.

Thing is, Neo and First are going to show up and I trust Khao to give a strong effort. Force, I'm not too sure about but the trailer doesn't give me high hopes to be honest. Still, I'm willing to forgive if he can fuck Neo like he means it if the rest of the cast can pull their own weight. And for Mark, I'm willing to bet he'll improve from My School President (which he already is showing promise in). I'm mainly weary because the story looks to be told from Mew's perspective, who is played by Book. IMO Book is not the best....so I'm hoping he shows up. I just need it to really come together and Book holds the key to it in his hands. GMMTV already is a sketchy company for other reasons, don't waste my fucking time with yet another good concept gone by the wayside b/c y'all wanted face over talent.

Also NeoMark please don't be problematic. I want to love Badminton shawty and the best actor at GMMTV not named Gun ATP 😢

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Things that Husband!Harry would definitely do (a thread)

(If you don’t think that Tiny Desk Harry doesn’t give off mad husband!harry vibes - he looks so fluffy- then we can’t be friends)

- He’d sneak into your room the night before the wedding because he missed you even though he knows its bad luck and when you’re mad at him for it he would just smile and place a kiss on your forehead and say “I don’t need any luck, I just need you”

- At your wedding reception he would walk around the room introducing you to everyone as “my wife” as if they didn’t already know who you were 

- During your wedding dinner he’d spend the whole night whispering dirty jokes in your ear trying to make you laugh because he knew that even though it was your wedding day you were still spooked by all of the attention

- On your first year anniversary Harry wanted to surprise you by making you breakfast in bed so he started making pancakes as you slept. You woke up to the sound of your fire alarm going off and Harry blowing the smoke off a pan with a pillow. He’d give you a sheepish smile before mumbling a “maybe we get takeout this year?”

- During the holidays he’d hang mistletoe all around your house and force you to kiss him at every one. “Look love it’s mistletoe, you know what that means” he’d state with a grin. “Harry I just kissed you literally 2 minutes ago in the other room” you’d grumble “Doesn’t matter love, it’s mistletoe and those are the rules. Now come here and kiss your husband”

- Anytime the two of you would get into any sort of major fight where you would say “I hate you” he would shoot back “Well I love you so I guess you’re stuck with me” before going to sulk on the couch

- Whenever you went to his shows or stayed with him on tour he would force you to sit back stage and watch him from the wings so he could watch your reaction to his corny jokes and steal a kiss from you in between sets and on his bathroom breaks

- You agreed to be the designated drive for your group for a night out so Harry gets drunk and becomes extra clingy. He spends the entire night stuck to your side, shoving his face in your neck whispering “I’m going to marry you one day” to which you’d remind him quietly that you were already married. He’d then nod thoughtfully and mumbled “Well then I’m going to marry you again just in case” 

- One night you would be tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep and you would accidentally wake up Harry. You’d apologies because you knew he had to wake up early the next day, but he would just shush you with a quick peck before repositioning you so that you could lay your head on his chest. He’d then softly start humming the tune to one of the new songs he was working on until you’d fall asleep

- Harry would convince you that he was capable of building the Ikea coat rack the two of you had bought for your new home on his own so you’d go into the room next door to take a nap. When you woke up and hour later you found him laying on the floor facetiming Mitch as he tried to figure out why the last piece wasn’t fitting properly only for you to look at it and realize he had built half of it backwards

- Harry would come home late from one his movie shoots and would mumble a quick hello as he walked in through the door. You’d be sitting on the couch watching and episode of Dateline and he would throw himself next to you and lay his head on your lap. You’d start running your hands through his hair as you finished watching the last couple of minutes of the episode before asking Harry how his day was only to realize he had passed out on your lap and was now quietly snoring, a small trail of drool slowly coming out of his mouth

- The next season of your favorite show Handmaid’s Tale had come out so you and Harry started watching it. Every five minutes Harry would ask you a question about the show until mid way through you looked at him and bursted out “Harry if you ask me one more question about the show I’m sending you to our room”. Harry would pout at you and sink into the couch, grumbling about how it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t remember what happened last season before he shoved some popcorn into his mouth

- You’d need to go shopping at Target one day to get some decorations for your niece's birthday party and Harry would decide to come along. “This is our list Harry, we’re not buying anything that’s not on the list” you’d say in the car before getting out, but it would be hopeless because every other aisle Harry would pick something up and say “babe we need to get this” and you would stare at him and say “is it on the list?” and he would grumble a no before sulking back down the aisle to put it back

- On road trips when he let you pick the music he would grumble when you would change the song every 30 seconds. “Love just choose a song, it’s not that difficult, gave you the bloody playlist” he’d state as you would continue to skip through the songs mumbling “I’m tired of that song though, just wanted to hear the chorus”. “Is that what you do with my songs too, just skip all the good parts to get to the bloody chorus?” he’d ask mockingly as you gave him a sheepish smile and mumbled a “sometimes” before finally picking a song

- It would be nearly 4 am and you would still be awake reading your book in bed as Harry slept soundly next to you. You could feel the tears running down your face as the main character just had their heartbroken and a soft sniffle left your nose which caused Harry to startle awake. “Babe what time is it?” he’d mumble as you continue reading, paying him no mind. He’d turn on his phone and groan as he saw the 4 flash at him before turning to see the tears on your face. “Oh no love did she get her heartbroken again? Sure they’ll get back together by the end” he’d state, knowing this was your third rom-com book of the month. You’d mumble a yes as Harry gently dog eared the page before you could protest. He turned off your lamp before tucking you into his side, pulling the covers up to your chin, letting you crying into his chest over your fictional characters

- You and Harry going to your 15th high school reunion together and he gets jealous when he sees you talking to your ex-boyfriend from when you were 16. He’d come up behind you and wrap an arm around your waist while placing a kiss to the side of your temple before reaching out his free hand to introduce himself. “Hello I’m Harry. The Husband” he’d say as he shook your ex’s hand just a little tighter then necessary

- Harry would be overly invested in your work place gossip so when the two of you would have dinner together he would constantly ask questions about what happened with your coworkers that day. “So did Stacy and Justin get caught yet or does Janet still have no idea? Did Kathleen ever get that promotion? If I ever see Garrett I’m going to punch him”

-  He’d force you to wake up early with him so the two of you could workout together in your home gym, but you’d just sit on the floor against the mirror in your workout clothes staring at him. After several attempts at trying to get you to stretch with him he’d give up and say “If you’re not gonna workout at least give me some motivation babe” so he’d do his abs workout in front of you and every time he came up from a sit-up you’d give him a kiss

- Harry would come down with a cold and he would turn into a 5 year old boy and try to milk it for everything it’s worth. “Think the doctor mentioned that cuddles would really help with my headache, love.” “Harry I don’t think that’s what the doctor said” you’d reply as you placed a cold wash cloth on his forehead. “Don’t think I would have forgotten such an important order from her. Now, come here I want to cuddle my wife” 

- He’d come home from the studio fidgeting with his beat-up blue iPod in his hand as you were finishing up a quick dinner for the two of you. He would gently place the iPod on the counter next to you as he poured himself a drink to calm his nerves. You’d stare at it for a minute before asking “Is it finished? Can I listen?”. He’d nod before you gave him a quick kiss and took the device to the living room, leaving him there with his thoughts. An hour later you came back into the kitchen, tears streaming down your face as you ran up to hug him. “Liked it?” he’d ask nervously, this being the first time you’d heard the finished album. “Absolutely loved it” you’d whisper back causing Harry to release a deep breath before taking your face in his hands and kissing you roughly

- He’d start every award acceptance speech with “I’d like to first thank my wife for always supporting me” and then try to catch your eye in the crowd, giving you a soft smile that was only meant for you before going on to thank everyone else

- “We need an intervention Harry. Why are your suits in my side of the closet?” you asked as you came down stairs with one of Harry’s Gucci suits. “I was running out of space and I didn’t think you would notice” he replied with a blush. “Well I did so either you move them or I’m throwing them out” “Love but they’re Gucci you can’t just-” “Ah ah ah I don’t care. My side of the closet” you’d state before dropping the suit in his lap and walking back upstairs

So many others come to mind but these are just a couple that came to mind. I’ll probably do a Dad!Harry version at some point as well