#65 movie fanfic

[bits-and-babs]

Would you possibly consider doing a sex pollen fic with Commander Mills and the ☁️ prompt 6? 💛💛💛 thank you

“𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭…”

pairing: Commander Mills x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+. Sex-Pollen, so Dub-Con by default. Oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, cumming in pants, lalala Jasmine’s a slutttt

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Dread drips from your pores, manifesting in sweat. It should have been obvious not to touch the bright red petals of the flowers blooming from the bush in the forest. Red equals danger, after all- but it had been so pretty. 

Being childish, trying to bring a smile to Mills’ stern face, you’d pushed the flower into his ebony hair. He’d scowled at first, but kept it tucked behind his ear. 

The sweats had started not long after, heat blooming through your body and roasting you from the inside. Then the arousal. It crawled across your body, ripping you up internally. Fuck, you’d never been so horny, and Mills looked so fucking good— the perspiration settled in his clavicle called to you, tongue desperate for a taste. 

The aloof personality of the Commander had dropped away almost instantly, pushing you into the forest grass and undressing you with an animalistic force, seams of your cargo pants tearing. 

Tongue buried in your dripping cunt, Mills groaned loudly as he pushed his erection into the forest floor, grinding his hips for purchase. Each delighted hum from his chest vibrated against your cunt, and you came with a shriek of his name. Again. 

“Oh my god- ohmygodohmyghohhhhh-“ you ramble, falling into a pathetic wail of bliss as you push your hips up into his face, clit bumping his nose. He plunges his fingers deeper inside of you, tracing your g-spot with deft fingers. 

“Fuck,” he pants heavily, looking up at you through his lashes with those eyes, dripping like honey. His mouth is soaked, glistening in the sunshine. “Your pussy tastes so sweet…”

“Ugh-Hah-Hah- Oh fuck,” you squeal, feeling everything pull up tight. “I’m gunna fucking cum again, oh my god, ImgonnafuckingcumaGAIN-“

“C’mo-“ He cuts himself off, wrapping his lips around your cunt and swallowing you down, flicking his tongue over your clit viciously. When you cum, it rattles your bones. Rips through you like liquid heat that makes you sob loudly, body trembling with the force of your tears. 

“Hah- Oh shit-“ Mills’ shoulders stiffen beneath your palms, his hips rutting into the soil beneath him. He’s panting heavily, letting out pained groans and rambling to himself. 

“Fuck, Baby’s pussy is so wet, isn’t it? So fucking sweet and tasty. Could fucking drown in it- ohfuck,” he spit out, his hand splayed over your abdomen. “Just another taste. Just one more tas-“

You try to escape it, pulling your hips away from the overstimulation, but Mills swipes his tongue through your folds once more, body seizing up as he cums with a devastated groan, his nails digging into the flesh of your stomach. 

“Oh- Mills-“ you sob out, eyes rolling back into your skull as an orgasm rocks you again.

[mrs-gucci]

A Special Spot

anon

How about a sexy picnic with Mills out in the fall colors but make it spicy Thank you 🌹

I used @safarigirlsp's name "Nicholas/Nick" for Mills in this story, full credit to Shannon for making it up!

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), doing sexy stuff outside, handjob, fingering.

word count: 1k

Autumn is such a beautiful time of year, with the leaves shedding their summer green and dusting the landscape with beautiful hues of red, orange, and brown.

You and Nick make the trek up to your special spot with a picnic blanket and basket in-tow. It’s not often that you get your beloved boyfriend for an entire long weekend, but his 4-week supply run got done early and he’s not jetting off again until early next week.

It’s hard to date someone who’s gone a lot, especially when he’s going on missions through space, which is notoriously unpredictable. But Nick is your guy, your person, and you love him enough to last a lifetime.

He chuckles when you start falling behind a bit, turning around to check on you.

“You alright back there, sweetheart?”

You huff and roll your eyes, unable to help a small smile. “Leave me alone. It’s not my fault you’re fitter and have longer legs than me.”

Nick smiles, then walks down to you. Before you can say anything, he bends down and picks you up swiftly, draping you over his shoulder. You giggle and squirm as he starts walking up the hill.

“Niiiick, you can’t carry me up there. I’m gonna break your shoulder and it’s already kinda broken from the dislocation.”

“That’s my other shoulder. You’re on my good one, so quit worrying about me and enjoy the ride.”

He hums with a smile as he walks you both through the wooded hillside and down into the little dip in the earth, where the hot springs await your arrival.

Once you get to the edge, Mills sets you down and puts the picnic blanket out on the grass while you grab the food. Both of you take a seat on the plush grass and you pour Nick and yourself a glass of wine.

You sigh, resting your head on his shoulder, the sounds of the forest and the running water nearby relaxing you.

“I love it when we come up here,” you hum, looking up at Nick. “It’s such a great escape from our real lives.”

He nods in agreement, looking down at you with a small smile. As the autumn breeze continues to flutter the edges of the blanket, you and Mills look out at the beautiful scenery and eat your food, talking about life and work and all that.

Once the food dwindles down, you look over at your boyfriend with a knowing smile.

“I know you’re supposed to wait thirty minutes after eating…”

Mills chuckles, then pulls his shirt up over his head. “Let’s go.”

You grin and quickly shed your clothes, leaving you in the bathing suit you picked out this morning. Nick pulls down his pants until he’s in his boxers, then immediately rushes towards you with his arms out.

He grabs you and picks you up bridal-style, walking both of you to the edge of the water. You try to hold on but you can’t even get a grip before he’s tossing you into the water, laughing as you screech.

“Niiiick!”

You resurface moments later and start splashing him with as much water as possible, and he jogs away to avoid the water.

“C’mere! You can't escape my wrath!” You say, running up the sand to jump on him, getting him super wet with your body.

He laughs and grabs your hips, pulling you in for a kiss. You press yourself close to him and both of you let out matching sighs, hands soon beginning to expore each other's bodies.

"Mm," he hums and gives your ass a squeeze. "Maybe it's best if we do wait a bit before going swimming. I think we can find something fun to do in the meantime."

Your lips pull up into a knowing smile. "I've got a few ideas..."

Nick gently pushes you back towards your towel higher up on the shore, and when you reach it, the two of you lay down side-by-side and resume your touching.

His large hands smooth over your breasts, your hips, and finally, down between your thighs. Yours smooth over his lower stomach and tease the waistband of his pants.

You slip your hand under the fabric of his boxers until your palm finds his hardening length, earning you a sharp breath from Mills. He quickly catches up to you, dipping his thick fingers beneath your bottoms, running them along your folds.

"Nick..." you whisper, kissing him again. "Mmm."

"You're already so wet, sweetheart. You want me that much--" Your hand suddenly gives him a firm pump, cutting his sentence off. "God."

The two of you start touching each other, exchanging various soft noises between kisses. You moan softly when he finally slips a finger inside of you, then adds another shortly after, grunting at the feeling of your walls clenching around his digits.

"Ah, fuck, Nick," you breathe, pumping him faster. "Your f-fingers are so big, baby. Feels so good."

His hips rut forward with each pump of your hand. "You're squeezing me tight, s-so fucking tight sweetheart. Mmhh, a little faster...yeah, fuck, like that..."

Your leg is starting to shake as you try to hold it up, and Nick notices your struggle, quickly helping you bring your leg to rest on his arm so he's now holding it up. Easy work for a man who has a manual labor job like his.

He moves his fingers swiftly and skillfully, managing to rub your clit as he fingers you, which unsurprisingly brings you to the edge rather quickly. Your hips grind against him and the sounds that fall from your lips get progressively louder.

Nick is close too, shaft throbbing as your hand strokes him quickly and keeps a firm hold around him. You definitely know what buttons to push and when in terms of pleasuring him.

"Nick, I-I...I'm gonna cum."

His lips work against yours as he quickens ever so slightly, providing exactly what you need to finally fall over the edge. You moan and sigh into his mouth, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you.

Seeing and feeling your orgasm sends him over the same edge seconds later, and he groans, gently biting your bottom lip as he paints your hand and wrist with his release.

You two continue to kiss as you come down from your highs, then pull apart slowly. Nick looks into your eyes, smiling softly.

"I love you, more than words can express."

You lean in and kiss him again.

"I love you too, Nick."

****

sextember taglist: @rynwritesstuff @safarigirlsp @babbushka @mrs-zimmerman

[phasmattack]

Visitors (a 65 story) - Chapter 1: Prologue

Pairing: Captain Mills x Fem Reader

Fic Summary: 65 million years ago, Captain Mills (played by Adam Driver) crashes a passenger transport ship into Earth during the Cretaceous period. You are among three survivors of the crash. Together with Mills, you must make your way to the only shot of extraction through an unknown terrain riddled with deadly prehistoric creatures.

Warnings: Mention of suicide, loss of parents, trauma bonding

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The planet Somaris

Mills

“This time is different. The longest I’ve been away was 6 weeks, this is two years.”

“I know. But you’ll be back, and she’ll still be here.”

He feels the warm sand stick between his toes as he tries to savor the feeling of this moment. The salty sea air filling his lungs, the rays of sun kissing his tanned arms. The feeling of Alya held safe in those arms, the smell of her hair against his shoulder. The sight of their precious baby girl, who wasn’t such a baby anymore.

She’s so much like her mother it made his head spin just thinking about it. What did he do to deserve two of them? Beautiful, smart and confident women. Stubborn, sometimes to a fault, his daughter’s health grew steadily worse by the day and yet she’s splashing in the waves, bent on ignoring how her chest felt tight or her eyelids heavy.

The decision has been made for him, the final chance to bail long past now. But as he breathes in this perfect last moment with his family he can’t help but push down the urge to say screw it, to tell the buyers they can shove their quotas where the sun doesn’t shine and park himself right on this beach until the end of his days. This urge is silenced altogether as Nevine turns from the shore and gives him that heart stopping smile she got from her mother.

Two years will slip by like nothing if it means he can afford to keep that smile on her face longer. This one last job will finally get her treatment, give her a chance at the life she deserves. Let her mother be able to sleep through the night and end the whispered midnight arguments over family priorities and rising medical expenses.

He smiles back.

  “Just two years.”

Chapter 2

[sees-writes]

Mills and Koa (65 Movie)

A lil excerpt of what I think was going through Mills' head from the cave in scene to the quicksand scene... or how Mills comes to realize how much Koa means to him.

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Koa called something back to him that sounded a lot like ‘move your butt’. He rolled his eyes as he pushed forward a few more inches.

He didn’t know what would await him either once if he got home. Alya was likely still mourning, he was still mouring. Their house would be empty without Nevine, the black hole of her absence would become crushing, even more so than it already was.

Mills cracked his head on the ceiling and grunted in pain. Koa twisted to look back at him with a snort of laughter. He glared back but couldn’t stop the twitch of a smile on his lips.

Maybe if push came to shove she could stay with him and Alya until she found someone-

The tunnel lurched underneath them and a crack formed on the ceiling.

“Stay there.” He ordered Koa.

The rumbling stopped but the rocks around them shifted.

Shit.

He hadn’t even thought about the detonators damaging the stability of the tunnel, he’d only been thinking about moving forward.

“Go!” He told Koa and she quickly scrambled forward, small enough to move through the tunnel with much less difficulty.

The floor lurched again and the rocks above them dropped lower. Koa called something back to him as a rock in front of him broke off and dropped.

He pushed backwards, frantically backing away from the cave in. A large rock crashed in front of him, partially obscuring his view of the girl as she starred back at him in terror.

“Koa!”

Her responding shout was cut off by the rest of the tunnel caving in. He tumbled out of the tunnel with a grunt before surging back to his feet. He clawed at the rocks in the entrance of the tunnel already exhausted and strained muscles throbbing in pain but he kept attacking the wall, desperation keeping him standing. He felt a scream building up in his chest, one of anguish, grief, helplessness, everything he’d been trying to keep buried ever since he’d received that fateful transmission from Alya.

This couldn’t be happening, not again.

“Koa!” He roared as he rammed his shoulder into the wall.

She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t. Not after everything they’d already been through. She was the only thing keeping him going, keeping him alive. He could not fail again.

He leaned his head against the rocks, trying to catch his breath before going after the rocks again.

Then suddenly, he heard it. Koa’s whistle. He stared at the wall in disbelief before it sounded again. Without a second thought he grabbed his back and his rifle and took off back towards the entrance.

As he tore through the tunnels with one thought on his mind: get to Koa.

-

You can read the rest of Through Hell on AO3

[orangechickenpillow]

65 is like watching the movie version of a fanfiction, I'm kind of obsessed

[brideofkylosolo]

Just saw 65 and I may already have an idea for yet another fanfic..,

[emmanuellececchi]

Writings list/ce que j'écris

Completed fanfiction / fanfics complétés:

Loki x Sif (Post Thor movie/Marvel) on AO3 in english :

Two of a kind

It has be elves...

FFXVI/FF16 on AO3 in english

Between a song and a book (Joshua x Reader)

A snowball fight (Joshua x Reader)

Autumn crocus in the meadows... (Joshua x Reader)

LOTR in english

A momentous Wedding : a collection of short stories, drabbles, prompt and so on. Independant chapters - more or less centered around Eowyn and Faramir's wedding (WIP - more chapters to come).

The white swan of Dol Amroth : a take on the romance between Eomer and Lothiriel. Short stories, multi-chapters and so on. Independant chapters (WIP - more chapters to come).

In dark time we sing : created for a fandome event. Who keeps the lore and knowledge alive in Rohan?

The end of Gimli son of Gloin : this is the story of what became of Gimli after the end of the war.

Absurd headcanon : LOTR and hobbit characters and cats

Original Tale - inspired by LOTR and people of tumblr

The last tale of the Woodland

Published work

La petite boule de Noël/ The little Christmas Ball : Christmas tale on amazon (.fr, .com, .ca) en français et/and in english.

Books review (In case you're curious)

WIP/travail en cours:

Original work

The Dark Lady by the sea : medieval romance - First draft, worldbuilding and editing - currently at 179K word count.

An Alberta romance story : modern romance - being edited - currently at 50K word count - summary /excerpts

Les Princesses et le dragon (the Princesses and the dragon) : a funny tale for chidlren - 2254 word count - Being prepared for eBook publication (french only for the moment) - excerpt

Le voyage de Lily (Lily's journey) : 22 k word count - Written as a tale for children - editing needed.

Fanfiction

Two Idiots in Love: FF16 Fanfic - Joshua x reader - first edit finish, second soon.

Following a dream : Fanfic FFXVI Joshua x OC - Finished/editing (65 k words)

Lots of other ideas : LOTR, FF16, FF14.

List of Not-yet-written fics

Looking for a beta-reader (français/english)? Don't hesitate to ask. I love reading and if I have time, I'll do it gladly! Fantasy, SF, LOTR, FF16, original or fanfiction - Comments, suggestions, continuity, worldbuilding... Et je peux aussi pour les textes en français ;)

[tamamatango]

My Project Revealed: The Fabled Fanfiction Come to Fruition

Crossing an item off the bucket list before the dopamine gods give out on me. (Yes that’s the story link in case you want to just go there and skip the whole me not shutting up part)

Back in my most active period in the Keroro fandom, I tried and failed multiple times to write a fanfic; might’ve even talked about it here at some point. But for one reason or another, it just never panned out, and I ultimately fell out of it for a few years before I managed to publish anything. However, I got back into the practice with my next hyperfixation, so now that I’ve returned to frog hell again, I knew I had to do what teenage me could not.

I can’t say this is “the fanfic I always wanted to write,” because I ended up scrapping whatever I had started all those years ago. When this started to come together in my head, it initially seemed way too ambitious given the limited time I have and where my strengths and weaknesses lie as a writer…but I got possessed by the artsy demon or something and started to write it anyway. Whoops.

To Chase a Butterfly asks one simple question: What if Kururu actually failed to save Saburo at the end of episode 229? Okay that’s not really a simple question, considering it leads to a whole emotional and physical journey about grief and companionship and space-timey shenanigans. But basically, Kururu goes “bet” and attempts to bring him back to life. Naturally, the deuteragonist of such a story is…Dororo? Yes, at the central conflict of the story is Kururu’s friendship with Saburo, but it’s Dororo who serves as his confidant/partner in crime over the course of the story, and so I consider this to double as a KuruDoro fic as well—though I will make it clear now that it’s not conclusively romantic, so you can decide if that’s the direction they go in or if it stays platonic, and it works either way.

As of the latest update from. Uh. 15 minutes ago at the time of writing, the fic currently sits at about 60-65% completion and is divided into two parts. Part 1 (chapters 1–6) is the angst/drama-heavy half, which I uploaded in full as a batch drop. Part 2 (7+) is more action/adventure, sort of in the vein of what you’d expect from one of the Keroro movies, and I am updating it chapter-by-chapter, since it was getting too unsustainable to try to dump it all at once. AO3 has the most robust features, so that’s where it’s hosted for now, but I know people have very understandable problems with that site, so I’ll consider porting it elsewhere if that’s something anyone is interested in.

Well, that’s enough yammering from me. If you like the idea, please do check it out. Things are starting to heat up as the climax approaches, especially with the introduction of a surprise third major character who very longtime Kirb fans miiiight faintly recall. And if you’re already following it—it’s been up for a while now, just waited to discuss it here to temporarily save myself from potential embarrassment—thanks for your support, and I hope you look forward to the rest! Part 2 is very research/planning heavy and has been pretty challenging to write so far, but I intend to see this all the way through damn it. And yeah, this is what’s been pulling my focus away from the blog, but there will still be posts here whenever I feel like putting energy into an essay and/or next real info drop about the new anime (BNP gimme something soon please I’m parched).

[megamindsecretlair]

20 Questions for Writers

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro this was just the kick in the pants I needed to get more organized. LOL

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I started on Tumblr and I'm new to AO3 and have been too lazy to copy and paste all that LOL. I have 6 fics on AO3 and 65 on Tumblr, not counting individual series.

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

I'm........a little embarrassed to say lol. But it is 500,516. Oh chilleee, why though lmfaooooo. Listen, something unlocked in me with these fics and all these wonderful responses to my writing, okay?! I missed my teenage angsty fanfic years and I'm speedrunning through it for now okay?! Okay, I'll go hide now.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I started with Marvel but I've somehow morphed into a blog for gorgeous, gorgeous Black men who don't get nearly enough love. A sprinkling of white men. And a dash of Pedro and hopefully, Oscar because Moon Knight is my whole heart and I need him biblically.

4. Top Five fics by kudos:

WHEW. Going through Tumblr for this was ROUGH. Ya'll lucky my brain had time today.

You Understand Me Now : This had the highest notes of all my fics. And I keep getting asks to do more similar to this. But what ya'll looking for in this one?????

Sprung : I am surprised!! Out of all my Tyrone fics, I did not expect this to be so high. It was my first request and my first shy girl fic. Special place in my heart frfr.

Mr. Black, Part 1 : Nothing is more fun than watching the notes trickle down the further along in the series it is lol. Further proof that I write these for ME. But anywhooooo, I think this collectively unlocked something in all of us lol.

What's Your Favorite Scary Movie? : Lissen, it was spooky month, it was a full moon, I was FERAL for Ghostfast smut okay??!! I am actually surprised this is so high up and it's not more Tyrone on this list LOL

Runaway Lover, Part 1 : I did not expect to turn this into a mini-series, but here we are LOL. I can't deny ya'll nothing! This definitely stretched some muscles for me and I enjoyed challenging myself. Probably one of the few fics I just let flow and stopped berating myself for how long it was.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely! I love engaging with people and every single comment fills me with so much joy. I make every effort to respond to comments!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

OOF, the most??? Probably.....Through the Fire with Franklin Saint. That one still hurts ME to this day LOL.

Through the Fire

7. What is the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

Jeez, all my endings are pretty happy?? I can't really single any one out for being the most happy. I like happy couples round here.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope (and I knocked on wood). Thankfully everyone has been really kind and sweet about my work. It overwhelms me every single time.

9. Do you write smut?

All day, every day. I am a whore disguised as a barely functioning member of society LOL. I am a whore trapped in a slut wrapped up in a floosy. I am the slutty version of a Matryoshka, or Russian nesting dolls lmfaoooo.

10. Craziest Crossover?

Hmmmm, I haven't done any crazy crossovers yet. I should remedy that. That sounds like hella fun.

11. Have you ever have a fic stolen?

Nope, thank the LORDT. (I knocked on wood) Not that I've seen and no one has told me that it's been stolen. I take comfort in knowing that I am but a tiny island in the sea that is Tumblr and ain't nobody trynna steal my silly little stories. This is not an invitation, don't be an ass and steal. I will give you advice, I will teach you to write, I will read over your writing, whatever. Stealing is some basic bitch shit.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, not that I know of. It'd be interesting to see someone try to translate nigga or half the shit I say LOL.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have not but that sounds interesting! I have a teensy *coughalotlikealotalot* control issue, so it'd be interesting to see if my writing style meshes well with someone else.

14. All time favorite ship?

OOOOOF, this is hard. I just don't vibe with a lot of ships. Because these writers always break them up anyway. I like SydCarmy and Kanthony at the moment.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I pretty much finish (shut up lol) all my fics. There's a lot that I want to write but nerves or time does not permit. I'd die to write some Frank Castle, Dean Winchester, Matthew Lillard, Benedict Bridgerton....basically the folks on my white men roster. But they get enough attention.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Strengths?????! You want me to praise myself?? Nerdie, how could you LOL. But ummm......I think I do well with dialogue and chemistry. I feel like each reader is uniquely situated for each fic. I can write a lot, like too much at times.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I SUCK at descriptions. Lordt, that's my weakest point. Always has been lol. I be like sheeit, idk, they in a room getting busy, what more do you want from me??? LOL

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like it and I respect it from other writers. Lends an extra layer of authenticity. But I do personally dislike when the translations are at the bottom of the fic. I'm not scrolling back and forth and by the time I get to the end, I done forgot what the hell it was supposed to be lol.

19. First Fandom you wrote in?

Marvel. Started with Loki. My love, my precious love. He started it all for me.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

No, I shan't shut up about Once Upon a December LOL. It's my favorite dammit. It's a sweet, gothic, romance from Prince Bucky. Like he can be my prince any fuckin' day.

This was fun and definitely learned some things about myself lol.

No pressure tags: @umber-cinders @harmshake @multiversefanfics @just4shyt3z @j0kers-light @slippinninque

[kaptainandy]

okay okay everyone always talks about how a medieval peasant wouldn't survive seeing/knowing about [insert modern day thing] BUT have we considered the following: would horror movie actors survive scrolling through the tumblr tag of the movie(s) they were in?

this is not only testable with many of the subjects in question being alive, but also put any horror movie into the search bar (if it was made in the 80s or 90s the following is even more likely to be the case) and i guarantee you the first 15 posts will include murder man either as a cat boy or in a maid outfit (or both), the most passionate gay lovemaking between either two very queer-coded characters or the most queerphobic characters to ever exist, a 100k fanfic that is actually really good (and really gay and horny amen), a meme that is incomprehensible to anyone above the age of 45 y/o, someone having a mental breakdown over the grainiest behind the scenes photo you've ever seen, grotesque (affectionate) monster girls having brunch, and/or someone having a religious experience over the most gremlin little guy to ever live.

i say all of this with the utmost love and respect as part of the community. no villain is safe from uwu-ification and we will reach knee-deep into the plot to pull out queer subtext like we are mining for rare ores to trade at the market that will save our village from starving. and i think that's lovely.

the "[insert youtuber here] reacts to their tumblr tag" was a popular trend about 10 years ago but they're already living in-tandem with fandom/online culture so there was little to shock or awe them. give me 65 y/o joe actorman sitting in front of a computer and facing what millenials/gen z have crafted in reverence through a sleep deprived-induced haze. this test will separate the blorbos from the glupshitos.

anyway i think i accidentally took 2 of my adhd meds today uwu

[bits-and-babs]

Hi, I just read your rules again and saw that this request needed to be sent on non anon, so I’m sending it again.

💿

For Commander Mills and the shower prompt please, or it could be a waterfall too. Thank you so much for taking requests 🖤

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 — 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒

summary: grief threatens to consume you far quicker than the creatures that inhabit the moon you have crash-landed on. Mills does everything he can to stop it.

pairing: Commander Mills (65 Movie) x f!reader

word count: 1k

content: 18+ MDNI. Injury, trauma, vague descriptions/mentions of PTSD. Survivors' guilt. Sad sex (?), sort of a hurt/comfort thing. Heavy petting, p in v sex. 

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Cuts seep deep crimson down the length of your forearms, the ichor dripping from your fingertips and into the freezing cold water at your feet. It dilutes, the scarlet cloud swirling amongst the crystal clear river before drifting away with the current.

Closing your eyes slowly, you tilt your head back into the bruising flow of the waterfall as the plummeting stream bludgeons your skull and shoulders. It hurts, your aching body battered and beaten in the crash that had claimed the lives of the cryogenic cargo you had been attempting to shuttle across the universe. You’d lost count of how often you’d been flung into the steel walls- or had you blacked out? You weren’t sure.

A shaky breath rattles in your lungs as you try to expel the pain that sits heavy against your heart. Abandoned on this planet, surrounded by creatures lusting for your flesh with no promise of assistance, you’re beginning to feel utterly hopeless.

“Hey,” a soft, gruff voice murmurs in your ear, lips pressing against the soft cartilage shell as hands swallow the curve of your hips. You lean into that touch, cling to its scarce comfort. The calloused fingerprints circle the arch of your hip bones in soothing circles, soft mouth places open-mouthed kisses across the length of your shoulder. “You’re disappearing again.”

Clearing your throat weakly, you nod your head, chewing on the raw surface of the inside of your cheek. “I’m-… I’m trying not to, Mills.”

“I know,” he urges you softly, skimming his hands across your bare skin. It’s cold to the touch under the stream of the waterfall, but Mill’s proximity sparks heat, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. “I know. Tell me what I can do to help.”

Mills struggles to conceal the concern that laces the casual tone of his request. He’s been worried about you since the crash, scared that the grief, the guilt of being the only other survivor, and the brutality of the planet would swallow you whole. You’d catch him checking on you in the middle of the night, scared you’d… given up.

“I just-“ you choke, emotion roiling in your stomach like the bubbling surface of the water battered by the falling stream. Mills squeezes you tight, letting you know he’s here to hold you together as you shatter. “I just need you. Need you closer.”

You don’t have to ask twice. Mill’s arms encase you, pulling your back to his naked chest ever so gently. Tears stream down your cheeks, mixing with the freshwater droplets that drip from your hairline. He doesn’t mind as you sob into his kisses, plush lips pressing delicately against your own as they tremble. Gentle words of encouragement pour from his mouth like a free-flowing cup of wine, overwhelming, sweet affirmations that still leave a bitterness coating your tongue.

You’re doing so well. I know it’s hard. We’re getting out of this together.

Sinking your fingers into the soaked strands of midnight hair at the base of his neck, you push his head closer to you and smother his proclamations of survival with a heated kiss. Mills returns your hunger, groping at the soft expanse of your flesh with heavy hands.

The guilt drenched you, makes you feel colder than the cascade of the rapids above you. You can feel the press of Mill’s heavy cock twitching at your back; note the swirling arousal that blooms beneath his touch as he sweeps his thumbs across your pert nipples. You’re alive.

Fuck, you’re alive, and it feels so good. Mill’s beard brushes at your cheek as his tongue lathes against your own. You cling desperately to him, afraid that you’ll wake from this blissful dream and return to consciousness, plummeting down to earth in the steel coffin of the ship.

“I’m here,” Mills pants heavily into your mouth, sweeping his palm up the inside of your thigh, “You’re here with me, Sweet Thing.”

You sob weakly, reaching out to grasp onto the rocky cliff face with a trembling hand. “Please, Mills. Please.”

Begging for everything and nothing and for mercy, you let out a blissful wail of relief as Mills sweeps his blunt cockhead against your soaked pussy lips and into your aching cunt.

It’s this. This moment. When you have to suck oxygen into your lungs and focus on the pace of your breaths. The sting of his cock stretches you open, and the distant groans behind your head as the roar of the falls drown him out. You don’t have room to think of anything else, can’t consider the chaos and the carnage that killed off your cargo-

“Mills,” you choke out as he rocks heavily into your hips from behind, slamming hard against the surface of your cervix. It’s a dull pain, breeding pleasure beneath the throbbing sensation as he rocks into you. His palm cups over your breast, squeezing the malleable flesh and pinching at your nipples.

It sparks heavily in the pit of your stomach, the increase in pace causing the slap of his balls against the curve of your ass to sound over the crashing water. You whimper loudly, tilting your head against his shoulder and revelling in how he takes your earlobe between his teeth and groans into your ear.

“Come on,” he hisses softly as your walls squeeze around him, “Come on, I know it feels good.”

The devastating agony of loss melts away as the ebb of your orgasm throbs at the surface of your being. You nod mindlessly, all sounds caught in your throat when his fingertips brush at your clit, and you threaten to cum.

“Yeah? You’re gonna give me everything? I’ve got you, Sweet Thing. I won’t let you go.” He whispers, and it’s so gentle that it shakes your soul.

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It’s Just Politics (Part 1 of 2)

Commander Mills x senator!Reader (f)

written for my welcome back celebration, phase one. 

y’all voted, y’all wanted me to write some more Mills, so here I am :) this is part one of two, so enjoy the beginning of the story and get excited for part two which will be coming soon!!

content warnings. accidentally walking in on someone naked (he walks in on her), implied/mentioned age difference (gap not specified, Mills is 36)

word count: 3.4k (...whoops)

summary~ Commander Mills reluctantly takes a last-minute job captaining the Senator of Somaris’s personal ship on a flight to Cyllene for this year’s galactic policy conference. Both of them get much, much more than they bargained for...but they’re not necessarily complaining about it.

"You're kidding me."

Jai shakes his head, continuing to submit order forms for ship parts.

"I'm dead serious, man. Travis wants you to do it, it'll pay well, and you won't be gone for that long. At least two weeks, it's just to Cyllene for the annual galactic policy conference. Simple."

"Nothing is ever simple with her, you know that. She's impossible to deal with." Mills huffs. "What happened to her captain? Why can't he do it?"

"Dunno. I think he transferred or is off on a long-range mission. I can't remember, but you should take it. Even though the Senator is a bit of a difficult client, she has a lot of power and could easily help you get a higher-paying job."

Mills knows Jai is right. He should take this job; he needs the money after paying for Nevine's treatments. He has to continue supporting his wife even if their marriage is a bit on the rocks.

"Fine," he says after a moment. "I'll tell Travis that I'll take the job."

Jai smiles, walking past his coworker and giving him a pat on the back as he does so. He lets out a soft chuckle. "Good man. Just...try not to kill her, okay?"

Mills hums, smiling ever so slightly.

"No promises."

***

"Are all of my dresses packed properly?" you ask the service droid as it begins to load your things onto the dolly. "It's of the utmost importance that they not be wrinkled. I want to represent Somaris to the best of my ability at this year's conference."

"Yes, Mistress," the droid says. "I made sure to pack each one myself."

You nod slightly. "Good. Thank you, I always appreciate your hard work, PZ."

"Of course. I am always at your service, Senator."

PZ finishes loading the bags and quickly takes them to the royal vessel while you prepare for the long journey ahead. You always hate going up into space, but unfortunately, it's an integral part of your job, so you have to do it more often than you'd prefer.

You walk to the docking bay, and you stop as soon as you see him walking towards your ship.

"You're kidding me."

Mills huffs out a soft laugh as he passes you. "Yeah, that's what I said too."

"Tell me you're not the one flying the ship. Please, please tell me you're not in charge of this trip--" You catch up to him.

"I need the money, alright?" Mills says, jaw clenching. "That's the only reason I agreed to it. Trust me, I wish I didn't have to, but there's hardly any work for pilots right now."

"No need to give me your whole life story, Mills. I won't cry you a river like others may have."

You roll your eyes and walk towards the ship ramp, immediately colliding with him. Apparently, he decided to step forward at that exact moment that you did. You huff and leave him in the dust, boarding the ship and immediately going to your sleeping quarters. 

This'll be an interesting journey, that much you're sure of...

***

For the third time in the thirty minutes you've been flying, your water glass nearly falls onto the floor as the ship suddenly jerks to the side, then a bit downward, before returning to a steady state. You shut the computer off and walk to the cockpit, immediately hearing Mills's grumblings as he reaches across the controls console. 

"I know you dislike me, but I didn't think you'd try any sort of murder attempt until much later in the trip," you say, crossing your arms as you stand in the doorway. "And I must say, I'm extremely disappointed in your efforts thus far."

Mills's jaw clenches once again. And here he was, starting to relax now that he's mostly figured out the new controls...

"For now, I figured having you get sick would be satisfying enough," he says, turning around to look at you. "The murder attempts will be much more obvious, I assure you. Plus, keeping you alive until after the conference is in my best interest, so I get paid for at least half of the trip."

You chuckle dryly. "Fair point. Now, are you sure that all of your licenses and qualifications aren't expired? Because you're flying this ship almost as badly as I do, and I don't have any licenses."

"I've never flown a ship with such unnecessarily complicated controls," he replies simply. "This is a class of ship I'm not used to handling."

"Mm, mhm. Sure, my ship's definitely the problem. You could never be at fault for not having flown a diverse range of ships in your many years of being a pilot...because you're old."

He huffs. "Really, you're resorting to calling me 'old' now? You can't find any more halfway decent or clever comebacks in your apparently vast bank of them?"

You smirk slightly. "So you admit that my comebacks are clever and good?"

"No, I said they're clever and halfway decent," he says, unable to help the tiny upward twitch of the corner of his mouth. "Big difference. Also, I'm not old."

"Everyone who's old tried to say they're not old. If you're over 40, you're officially old."

"How old do you think I am?" He looks back at you.

"I dunno," you shrug. "Like 40."

"Fuck, I'm 36," he grumbles, turning back to flip a switch on the panel. "Go back to your quarters, Senator. I'll try to keep the ship under control, although I doubt it'll be to your very high standards."

You turn and begin to walk away. Suddenly, the ship dips again, and you nearly lose your balance, falling into the wall. You whip your head around and hear the softest of chuckles from the cockpit, rolling your eyes at the sound.

"Just do your damn job, Mills."

***

Mills sighs as he flips the autopilot switch and prepares to head off to his sleeping quarters. He probably should've asked where his quarters were before takeoff, but honestly, he didn't even think of it at the time. He was too busy dealing with you.

As much as he hates to admit it, you actually intrigue him. You're young, beautiful, and incredibly hard-headed. All qualities he saw in his wife when he first met her.

Several doors line the hallway, and Mills picks the one closest to the cockpit. It opens, and it's a closet filled to the brim with luggage and garment bags. He huffs, then shuts it promptly.

He moves to the next door, already mentally checking out for the night. When it opens, his eyes widen. 

You're standing completely bare, applying your body lotion before you dress for bed. You turn around and gasp, quickly covering your breasts before turning away.

"Get out!"

Mills, for a moment, can't bring himself to move. Fuck, it's been a while since he's seen a naked woman, and you're so--

"GET OUT!" you exclaim, looking back at Mills. "OUT!!"

He suddenly snaps back into reality, muttering an apology before shutting the door and letting out a shaky breath. He tries to commit it all to memory: how your skin shone in the dim lamplight, your plump breasts and hardened nipples, the beautiful curve of your hips...

Turning away, he walks to the final door in the hall, which contains a small cot. He puts his things into the small dresser and tries not to revisit his memories of your body. It's highly inappropriate for him to lust after a woman years his junior, especially since he hates you, and you two have yet to have a non-argumentative conversation.

Suddenly, the door slides open as Mills takes off his shirt. He turns around and sees you, now dressed in a nightgown, looking absolutely infuriated. But he doesn't miss how your eyes dart down his body momentarily.

"What is wrong with you??" You ask angrily, glaring up at him. "Why didn't you close the door right away? Why'd you keep looking at me? Are you some kind of pervert or something?"

He huffs, turning away from you.

"No, I'm not a pervert. I just froze up for a moment. I was surprised. I thought the room would be empty...it won't happen again. It was an accident."

"Mhm. Aren't you married? How would your wife feel if she saw you staring like that?"

"Yeah, well, she and I aren't exactly on the same page these days," he says, pulling his sleep shirt on before turning to you again. "So what, you wanna see my dick, make us even?"

Well, kind of.

You huff, crossing your arms. "No," you say. "Because I'm a lady and would never do anything like that."

Mills chuckles. "Mhm. You just keep telling yourself that."

He reaches for the pants resting over his hips. "If you're such a lady, I suggest you head out before you see anything improper. God forbid."

"Goodnight to you too, Captain."

***

Mills's quarters are open when you pass by, so who wouldn't be curious about what secret life this guy could be living? You look around, then step inside. It's very basic; he's brought almost nothing personal. Well, almost nothing. You spot a holoprojector lying on his bed.

Is the great Commander Mills enjoying some pornography during his downtime?

Chuckling softly at the thought, you pick it up carefully and turn it on, purely out of curiosity. What comes up is incredibly unexpected. It's a young girl playing with a toy ship. Suddenly, it clicks in your mind: this is his daughter. Before she…

You scroll to the next one, and the next, and the next, watching only a few seconds of each. Then, you reach one where she's looking much sickly. She's got a nasal cannula in, and her cough, which you noticed throughout the videos, is much worse.

And then, you flip to the very last side. It's the voice of your wife, hand on your daughter's lifeless one.

Oh no—

"What are you doing?"

You gasp softly, startled at the sound. He's calm, but a certain edge to his voice sends a little chill down your spine.

"I-I..." you don't have an answer. "I thought this was something--"

"Give that to me," he snaps, snatching it from your hands and turning it off. "This is my quarters, my personal space. What's so hard to understand about that, huh?!"

You open your mouth to speak. He doesn't allow it.

"I would never think to step into your room and look through your belongings. You think just because you're a senator that you outrank me and can do whatever the fuck--"

"That's not it!" you say suddenly. "It was wrong, alright? I'm sorry. I made a mistake. I let my curiosity get the best of me. I didn't think you'd have anything like that."

For a moment, Mills is genuinely surprised at your quick admittance of guilt. He thought you'd surely make up some bullshit excuse as to why you're in here looking through his daughter's holo memories.

Just seeing that bit of the final holo of his daughter already has him tearing up, but there's no way in the galaxy he's gonna cry in front of you. He looks away, setting the holoprojector back down on the top of his dresser.

"Go."

You're at a loss for words. Look at what you've done; you've violated his privacy and forced him to relive such an awful memory. All because you wanted to get some dirt on him. It all seems silly and stupid now. "Look, Mills, I'm really--"

Tears are threatening to slip down his cheeks. He needs you to leave before you see him break down.

"Leave!" he snaps again, although his voice is much shakier this time. "Leave me a-alone!"

You swallow harshly, then walk back towards the door. You pause for a moment, looking back at him, seeing how his whole body shakes as he tries to keep his sobs.

"I'm truly sorry."

He says nothing, waiting until the door closes to let out the quiet but violent cries he's been holding in.

*

When dinner rolls around, you sit in the same seat you usually do at the small table. Except there's no sign of Mills anywhere. He's stayed on the bridge with the door shut all day. PZ brings out your meal, then sets Mills's down at his usual spot. 

"Where is the Captain?" PZ asks. "Will he not be joining you for dinner this evening?"

You shrug slightly, looking over at the bridge door. "I don't know, PZ. He hasn't left his pilot's seat all day."

"Well, perhaps I should--"

"No," you interrupt. "You don't wanna irritate him. He's had a rough day. I'll take it to him if he doesn't come out."

PZ nods, then walks back to continue checking on your dresses. You sigh softly and eat alone, occasionally looking over at the door. Nothing.

You really don't wanna take the food in, but you know it's the right thing to do. Plus, it'll give you time to hopefully apologize again for earlier without him yelling or getting too upset.

With a deep breath, you press the 'open' button, and the door whooshes, revealing the tall back of the pilot's chair. Various controls on the panel flash and beep. He reaches over to silence them.

"Yes?"

You step forward. "I have your dinner. I figured you wouldn't wanna come out to eat with me--"

"A correct assumption."

"...so I brought your dinner in here."

He nods. "Thank you."

You set the plate down to the side.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier," you say sincerely. "It wasn't my place to snoop around your quarters, and I apologize. I also...I didn't know about your daughter. I'm sorry about that, too."

Mills says nothing but turns around in the chair to look at you. After a moment, he nods slightly. "Thank you for apologizing. And I'm sorry that I snapped like that. It's just a hard thing for me to revisit."

"Of course, and I completely understand why you reacted the way you did. I deserved that, but you didn't deserve to have your private life violated like that. I'm sorry, truly. I feel terrible about it."

He's very much surprised by your sudden remorse and show of emotion. You rarely soften like this, and it makes him wonder if he's jumped to conclusions too soon. Maybe you're not always the hard-ass, demanding, a stubborn politician you make yourself out to be. 

"All is forgiven, Senator. I promise it's alright. I appreciate you apologizing."

You nod, offering him a small smile. "Great. I'd hate for us to be on shitty terms for the rest of the journey."

"Agreed," Mills nods. "Thanks for bringing my dinner. I'll see you tomorrow, Senator."

"See you tomorrow, Captain."

***

"Wait, wait..." you start, huffing softly. "You're telling me we have to stop on Zexade for fuel? I thought this ship could carry enough fuel for the entire journey. I've never had this problem before."

"There's a first time for everything," Mills replies simply, flicking a few switches on the dashboard. "We had to take an alternate route around a nebula, which took more fuel than anticipated. Zexade should have what we need."

"How long is that gonna take? We cannot be late to this conference, Mills. It's super important that we arrive on time--"

"You'll get there on time, Senator. You insisted we leave two days earlier than we needed to. Do you not remember that?"

Your jaw clenches. "I recall that, yes. But I've been late before, and it was absolutely humiliating. I want to be sure I'm there in advance to begin talking with the other senators."

"The refueling stop shouldn't take more than a few hours. We're on schedule to arrive on Cyllene early." He rolls his eyes. "There's no need to worry about anything. I have it all under--"

A loud crash is heard, and the ship lurches. You stumble, quickly gripping the wall for support.

"Everything's under control, huh?" you ask bitterly. "Then what in the world was that?"

The control panel and the proximity sensor start beeping frantically, and Mills groans. He was worried that something like this would happen. More shots are fired at the ship, and he dodges most of them.

"Get out of here! Strap into a chair or something!"

"What is it? Why are they shooting at the ship--"

Another bold hits the ship and takes a few pieces of paneling off. You nearly fall again.

"Pirates," he says. "They want the ship to salvage and possibly take us hostage for ransom money. Now get into a seat before you get hurt!"

You run back towards the emergency seats, but then you see the hatch for the gunner position. You know at that moment what you need to do. The ship dips again, and you fall into the wall with a soft groan, but you climb into the gunner seat before any more sudden jerks.

Mills' eyebrows furrow when he hears static from a headset hanging on top of a control panel. He lifts it up and puts it on, thinking it could be some sort of communication from the pirates.

"Get me into position," you say, flipping switches and pressing buttons rapidly, warming up the guns. "I can take them out."

"What the fuck are you doing down there?! I told you to strap in--"

"Fuck strapping in; I'm not just gonna sit there and wait for you to let the ship be torn apart. These pirates are gonna take us out if we don't put up some sort of defense."

He knows he should focus on the pirates, but he's still trying to wrap his head around that you apparently know how to operate the gunner position. He's also trying to wrap his head around that he's about to take commands from you.

"Alright, alright," he says, adjusting the headset quickly before swerving more shots. "Do you have a shot?"

Your jaw clenches. "Do you think, if I had a shot, I would have told you to get me into position?!"

This is gonna be harder than he thought.

"Can we save the biting wit and snarky remarks for when we're not getting shot at by pirates, please?!"

"Fine," you huff. "I've almost got a shot on one of the ships. Take a sharp left and drop her down a bit."

He does what you say, and you quickly shoot the pirate ship down, which explodes and takes another one out. You smirk, mentally high-fiving yourself. 

"Suck it!" you say into the microphone, forgetting that it's on. "You just got shot down by a fucking senator, losers!! Ha ha!"

Mills listens and allows a slight smile to tug at the corners of his mouth.

"Your mic is still on, Senator. But thank you for that wonderful piece of audio," he says, looking over at the proximity map. There are two more ships left. "I'm gonna pull up really hard and try to get you a clear shot on the two smaller fighters. Can you do that?"

Your cheeks warm with embarrassment. "Y-Yeah, yeah, of course, I can. Just get me into position, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Good." He chuckles softly and suddenly pulls up, accelerating rapidly. 

You keep your hands on the trigger buttons, holding on tightly as the ship climbs almost directly upwards. The pirate fighters are obviously confused but follow, climbing with us. 

“Do a corkscrew maneuver!” You say into the mic. "Now!"

"What?! You want me to do a what?! You're crazy!"

You growl softly. "Trust me, just do it!!"

Mills grips the steering wheel tightly and begins to spin the ship around and around, cursing you in his head as he begins to feel nauseous. Your eyes narrow, and you shoot at the vessels, hitting one, then the other. 

"I got 'em! We're clear!"

He slows, returns the ship to the usual level state, and sighs, running a hand through his hair. Goddamn, that was fucking crazy. You're...incredibly quick on your feet, and you ultimately made the right call. 

Between your genuine apology and this sudden show of badassery, it's almost hard to believe that Mills is starting to actually like you. He'll never admit that part out loud, but it's true.

You emerge from the hatch and walk to the cockpit, releasing shaky breaths. The adrenaline is still flowing as you head towards Mills' chair.

"So..." you start. He turns and looks at you, and you offer him a teasing smile. "How much longer to Zexade?"

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Visitors (a 65 story) Chapter 6: Reminiscence

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Pairing: Captain Mills x Fem Reader

Fic Summary: 65 million years ago, Captain Mills (played by Adam Driver) crashes a passenger transport ship into Earth during the Cretaceous period. You are among three survivors of the crash. Together with Mills, you must make your way to the only shot of extraction through an unknown terrain riddled with deadly prehistoric creatures.

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You

The evening sun began to cast long shadows on the ground, the last light flirting with the horizon. The spot your group currently occupies is obviously an unfit place to spend the night. The scattered boulders don’t provide enough covering from the elements, and being surrounded by darkness in an open clearing doesn’t sound particularly comforting.

This beat of rest has given your mind time to wander. You pull your thoughts back from recalling the situation you fled from at home, knowing the added anxiety won’t help anything. You push them instead towards Mills, not so subtly staring at his profiled face.

His dark hair falls in soft curls onto his forehead and rests along his strong shoulders. Impossibly strong, they seem, despite how much pain they’re in. He draws in a deep breath, the tired and thin clothing covering his chest rising and falling with it. Your gaze rises to the outline of his nose, bold and sharp but perfectly embodying his chiseled features. You settle to his lips, chapped from the sun but yet you still have an urge to run your fingers over them, soft as a whisper but enough to memorize their shape.

Your eyes flick back to his to find them already on you, meeting your stare. Feeling that familiar blush creep up your neck, you clear your throat and start nervously fiddling with your boot’s loose shoelace, trying to pretend like you hadn’t just been caught ogling him.

If he did notice your embarrassingly long stare, he didn’t say. Instead he clasps his hands together and brings the tips of both thumbs to his mouth, softly blowing and releasing a bird-like sound. You chuckle under your breath at the absurdly random act, but you do catch Koa’s attention perk up across from you.

He smiles successfully and blows another whistle. Now Koa turns to face him, a small sparkle returning in her eyes. He motions to show her how to repeat the gesture and blows a third time. In return, Koa lifts her hands into a completely different position and blows through her pinky nails, sending out a tritone whistle twice as loud as his. Mills fakes a look of offense, throwing his hands up as if it was all for nothing. Koa finally giggles, a sound you’ve both been patiently waiting to hear again.

“Move?” Mills asks her.

“Move.” She replies.

____

You settle on making camp in the mouth of a small cave, ‘camp’ being enough room for the three of you to lay and use your packs as stiff pillows. The cave walls block out most of the breeze, and the roof covers you from the rain that starts to sputter. Mills walks around its perimeter, placing spikes into the ground every couple feet. They whir to life as they’re placed, blinking orange to signal there’s no danger nearby.

Mills shuffles around in his pack and hands a ration to each of you. “Eat.” He tells Koa when she gives him a puzzling look. You unwrap your ration and bite into it, showing her what he means. She cautiously peels the wrapper off the protein bar and breaks off a tiny piece, her face scrunching up in disgust. Her hunger must outweigh her pickiness because she continues to bite off small pieces until she reaches the end.

Satisfied with finishing such a gross task, she leans back against the cave wall and opens her small pack, fishing out several small objects that resemble hologram discs. Your head tilts at her, squinting to try and figure out what she’s up to. Before you can, Mills abruptly asks,

“Where did you get those?”

The tone of his voice makes Koa’s smile drop and she tries to hide the discs back in her bag. Not amused, Mills takes a step to her and rips the bag out of her grip. Dumping the discs into his hand, you can clearly see them now. They’re messages from his daughter.

“Mills, she didn’t mean to-” You start to reason, sympathizing with both of them.

“It’s time to sleep.” He coldly interrupts. He stuffs the discs into his own pack and slumps against the farthest wall. You sigh, picking up Koa’s pack and fluffing it like a pillow before placing it under her head. She curls up, turning towards the wall and softly crying. Great.

You’re really not sure how to mediate this back and forth. Koa was simply being a curious child, trying to find a small speck of joy in this traumatic situation. Mills is a hardened man who lost his daughter, and wants to repress any memory of her. That is, you assume so before hearing the sound of his navigational unit clicking open.

Sat between them, you watch as Mills slides in a disc and projects the message into the air ahead. It’s Nevine, sitting cross legged across from you, hair fluffy from sleep and wearing pajamas dotted with stars. She’s holding a figurine of a rocketship, wrapping paper discarded behind her. Swooping the ship through the air around her, she laughs, the delightful noise echoing off the cave walls.

Tears tugging at your eyes, you turn to Mills. His expression is pensive, his view fixed right to Nevine. A little bit of warmth returns to his face. Koa sits up on your other side and grins at the hologrammed image.

“Shooooo” Nevine mimics engine noises, “It’s just like yours daddy! I love it!”

Koa scoots forward and slowly lifts a hand, the projection so real she wants to reach out and touch it.

“I miss you.” Nevine tells her father, toy slumping and sad eyes gazing into the camera.

The message cuts out, returning the cave to silence and darkness.

Koa yawns, fallen tears now dried up. She scoots back, returning to her curled up position and resting her head on her pack. Mills carefully tucks the disc into his pack and reclines too, the cave opening so small that it forces either of them within inches of you. You stay sitting up between them, listening to the rain patter against the cave and watching the stars glow in the distance. One star is particularly red, you chalk it up to being an unfamiliar planet since you’re on the other side of the galaxy and pause to take one last look at its glow before you lay back and force yourself to sleep.

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You sleep much deeper than you would’ve expected to on a cave floor, maybe helped by the fact that Mills has pressed against you at some point during the night. You wake at the feeling of his breath on your neck, his knees cradled into yours, and his heavy arm slung over your stomach. You know he wasn’t holding you on purpose, it was his body reacting to the cold and reaching for any warmth he could find.

But you can’t say you minded it, nuzzling into him to steal more of his heat. As you do, you recognize something else that pulled you from your sleep, a softly ringing alarm. Suddenly wide awake, your eyes open and your vision adjusts to see the perimeter spikes now blinking red. You wipe your eyes and lift Mills’s arm off of you, gently waking him in the process.

“They’re red now.” You whisper to him, voice groggy, “What does red mean?”

“Nothing good.” He replies, grabs his weapon and begins stalking towards the cave’s entrance. Just getting prepared to run, you tap Koa to wake her. She doesn’t budge in response.

“Koa, c’mon wake up.” You shake her harder, rolling her back to face you. She slumps to her back, head limp and eyes unresponsive. Her mouth is full of white foam, and with the sudden change of angle it begins dripping down her chin.

“KOA” You yell, “Mills there’s something wrong!”

He lowers the weapon and jogs over, sliding beside you and shining a flashlight to Koa’s face. Now illuminated, you see a furry bug with hundreds of little legs crawl farther down her throat and clamp its pinchers onto her tongue.

“MILLS,” You gasp, heart sinking. You realize you’re completely unaware of what to do in this situation. You grab Koa’s hand and squeeze it, not ready to let go of her anytime soon. Mills swears and hands you the flashlight, suddenly standing and bolting to the nearest perimeter spike.

“What are you-” You cry as he splits the spike in half, creating an electrified shiv. He cradles Koa’s head in his hand and holds her jaw open with his thumb then jams the spike into her mouth, stunning the horrifying little creature.

Koa gurgles, eyes flying open and foam pouring from her mouth. Your heart still pounding in your ears, you flip Koa so she can vomit the rest of the foam out. Both crying, you hold her to your chest and she grips onto your hands as tight as she can. Mills collapses beside you, trying to steady his own pounding heart.

Before any words can be spoken you all tense even further when the remaining perimeter spikes turn from softly flashing red to strobing and sharply beeping. Whatever set them off is still here, and now it’s found you.

Chapter 7

[theprogrockbstheorist]

HAPPY 70th BIRTHDAY GEDDY!!!!

(meme credit to u/rtphokie on reddit)

OH, AND WHAT’S THAT?!?! IT’S ALSO THE 49th ANNIVERSARY OF NEIL PEART JOINING RUSH?!?!

In order to celebrate these wondrous occasions, I have compiled 70 reasons why I love Rush (especially Geddy):

70. They don't have any unlistenable albums. I can put on any Rush album and at the very least enjoy it, which is saying a lot!

69. ANDDDD they have 19 studio albums!!! 167 songs!!!

68. Alex's iconic Hall of Fame induction speech.

67. The movie I Love You, Man. The main plot of that is just two guys geeking out about Rush and then going to see them in concert.

66. The Bb5 in "Cygnus X-1 Book 1: The Voyage". For the record, the other famous Bb5 sung by a male singer in rock is the high note in "Bohemian Rhapsody", sung by Roger Taylor.

65. Geddy's range in general. Say what you will about his voice, but he had range.

64. Their pre-concert videos.

63. "Hey baby it's 7:45 and I need to go to bed soon, let's fuck"- In the Mood. The debut album was something else, man.

62. They wrote songs during soundcheck when they were on tour. This includes songs like "Tom Sawyer" and "Chemistry".

61. They went to a Yes concert while recording Caress of Steel, and almost quit making the album. I, for one, am very glad they didn't!

60. The "rap" in "Roll the Bones". Sit back, relax, get busy with the facts...

59. Gene Simmons thought they weren't into women because they didn't want to party with KISS. True story!

58. They listed their baseball positions in the liner notes for Signals.

57. Neil wrote lyrics to a song using only anagrams. The song is called "Anagram (For Mongo)", and is on the album Presto.

56. They thanked themselves in the liner notes for Hemispheres. Listed as Dirk, Lerxst, and Pratt, ofc!

55. They would challenge themselves to write last-minute songs. Results of this experiment include "Hand Over Fist" from Presto, and "Malignant Narcissism" from Snakes and Arrows.

54. The mere existence of "A Passage to Bangkok". I wonder what their thought process was to put a song about smoking weed around the world after a 20-minute long dystopian prog rock epic...

53. "La Villa Strangiato". Just... everything about it.

52. The kimonos. You know the ones!

51. Their nicknames for each other!! (see above)

50. They had the second-longest stable line up in rock music! The only ones with a longer stable line up was ZZ Top.

49. They had a 40-year career! Even longer if you include pre-Neil and their adventures since the R40 tour.

48. The synth era. I unapologetically love 80s Rush, especially Grace Under Pressure and Power Windows.

47. "The Necromancer" basically being self-insert Tolkien fanfic. I wonder who the "three travelers" are supposed to be... OH WAIT!

46. They're giant nerds. All prog bands are, but they are especially nerdy.

45. Hugh Syme's awesome album covers. He did every single one from Caress of Steel onwards, barring the front cover for Snakes and Arrows.

44. The 7/8 section in "Tom Sawyer". That was my first intermediate bass line! Thanks, Geddy!

43. They're Canadian icons. Unironically, they're the first thing that comes to mind when someone mentions "Canada" to me.

42. The horribly cheesy, terrible, but also really funny music video for "Time Stand Still". That song, btw, might be my favorite 80s Rush song, and is probably in my Top 5.

41. The triple-entendre pun of Moving Pictures. They're filming a movie (moving picture) of people moving paintings (moving pictures), while someone is getting moved by the scene (moving...pictures...).

40. They quote the 1812 Overture in the overture for "2112".

39. Geddy taught Les Claypool how to properly play "YYZ".

38. The Permanent Waves era glasses!

37. The opening of "Xanadu".

36. The weird stuff Geddy would have on his side of stage after he stopped using amps. This includes rotisserie chickens, washing machines, dryers, and popcorn machines.

35. "Music by Lee and Lifeson, Lyrics by Peart" on almost every single Rush song.

34. The ending of "Spirit of Radio". OF SALESMEN!!!

33. Their inside jokes. Example: The Bag.

32. They took French classes together, and began announcing their songs in French in Quebec.

31. The progressiveness of Counterparts. What other 40-year old rockstars were talking about healthy relationship boundaries and openly supporting gay people in 1993?

30. Their vaults are practically empty because they scrapped songs that weren't up to their standards. This is why we have no sub-par Rush material!

29. Choosing to end their careers with grace.

28. Ending the last show of their career with "Working Man", the song that got everything started.

27. "Dreamline"--"Learning that we're only immortal / For a limited time".

26. Geddy and Alex inducting Yes into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2017.

25. Then, of course, Geddy playing "Roundabout" with Yes during their induction! (Unfortunately, he did not play his Rickenbacker :( )

24. No decisions were made regarding the band without it being unanimous.

23. "Closer to the Heart". To me, that song is like a musical representation of their friendship, and it always leaves me with a warm, fuzzy feeling after listening to it.

22. Neil's books. Ghost Rider, in particular helped me get through a rough time earlier this year.

21. Geddy's Big Beautiful Book of Bass. I love that thing, and I am looking forward to his memoir in November!!!

20. That incredible Rickenbacker. I know it hasn't been his main bass since the early 80s but...

19. All their other creative projects. Geddy and Alex have a solo album each, Alex is involved with Envy of None rn, and Neil had his blog.

18. All their other stage interactions.

17. "ATTENTION ALL PLANETS OF THE SOLAR FEDERATION! WE HAVE ASSUMED CONTROL!" -"2112". Just... all of "2112".

16. They got me into prog. I wouldn't have this blog right now if it weren't for Rush.

15. The Lifeson chord. The F#7add11 voicing that you can hear in so many of their songs (it's the opening to "Cygnus X-1 Book II: Hemispheres").

14. Neil's drumming. They call him The Professor for a reason!

13. Geddy's bass playing. And his singing. And playing keys. And... yeah, we would be here all day!

12. The Dinner with Rush video. I make daily references to this that no one notices...

11. "The measure of a life / is a measure of love and respect"- "The Garden". The final song on their final album, and possibly the most amazing closer of all time.

10. Their charity work. IIRC, this includes giving away the aforementioned rotisserie chickens, as well as various fundraisers.

9. Their constant strive to improve themselves. Including Geddy working with a vocal coach, Neil working with Freddie Gruber, and of course, disavowing that Ayn Rand shit.

8. They give me something to strive towards, both as a musician and as a person. If I could make records half as good as Rush, and handle the fame with half the grace that they did, I would consider myself well-accomplished.

7. Neil's lyrics inspired me to get back into writing.

6. They inspired me to become a musician, and to pursue a career in music. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have stayed in choir or picked up bass, and I would've never considered a career in audio technology.

5. Their music helped me bond with my dad.

4. Geddy talking about his family's story of survival during the Holocaust. I think that's really important to talk about.

3. Other Rush fans. Well, okay, some of them like to brag about how many concerts they've been to, or tend to be a little gate-keep, but most of them are really chill people.

2. Their music helped me get through the toughest times in my life. Without getting too personal, I even credit them with saving my life on multiple occasions.

However, what I admire about Rush, above all else...

1. Their friendship with each other.

Once again, happy birthday Geddy! Your music has inspired me in so many ways, and I wouldn’t be the person I am today without it.

[pastafossa]

The last day of 2023.

And holy shit has it been a chaotic ride, one which you all shared with me, or that's what it feels like!

The Major Moments:

Feb: Cato's cancer diagnosis and discovery of weird mutated cells that likely won't be explained until after he passes away. He's still with me, fortunately! No idea how much time he has left but I'm grateful for every second

April: a small leak in my dining room ceiling turned into a bigger leak which turned into a massive hole in the ceiling, at least it wasn't winter???

May: DD Born Again Photos give us all a goddamn heart attack

May: I FUCKING REACH MY OVERALL 1,000,000 WORD COUNT ON AO3. 🎊 🎉 🎊 Next stop is 1mill for TRT!

June: Went to my first con since Covid! Drove all the way down to Philly to see Charlie Cox, WHICH WAS FUCKING AMAZING, HE HELD THE RED THREAD FOR OUR PHOTO, MY FANFIC DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE, AND I TOLD HIM WHAT DD MEANS TO ME AND HE WAS SO NICE I COULD CRY

June: At that same con, I finally FINALLY got to meet my bff @wonderlandmind4 in person after many many many late nights of chatting, and we just CLICKED like we'd been friends for years, which I should have expected, but still! And then I got to meet a bunch of my readers, too! Best con experience EVER

July: enter Whoops Covid Finally Got Me After 3 Years But Charlie Was Worth It ™

July: Finally dusted off my draft of Pasta's First Dark Fic cause even if my brain was too fuzzy to write, I figured I could edit a bit. And I did! And was pretty happy with the results!

August: Shit Now There's A Long Covid Heart Issue And I Can't Be Seen Until Late November Thanks Covid ®

August: leak in the garage leads to me losing about 65% of all the beautiful, special woods pieces I'd gathered over the course of six years for carving. Within a week I am gifted a huge bin of wood from a kind soul at my local witchy shop

Sept: TRT's 6th anniversary!

Nov: I was slowly getting back into the swing of things, doing a bit of writing in between learning to manage whatever was going on with my heart (which we'll hopefully figure out in January when I get all the results of testing in Jan)

Early Dec, and the worst week of my life: mom got sick. Within one day she went from not feeling good to needing an ambulance. By the next day, she was in the ICU - flu induced double pneumonia that was interfering with her breathing and heart issues. And with one more day, she was put into an induced coma and ventilated, without any of us sure if she'd pull through. They told us she'd likely be under for two weeks, potentially longer even if she made it. The amount of messages and supportive comments I got from all of you, the talks I had with @wonderlandmind4 and @shouldbestudying41, just the general sense of having a community to help me means more than I can ever say as you all helped me through that terrible, horrible moment, even if it was just gently messaging me to remind me to try to eat.

Mid Dec: against ALL odds, Mom was off the ventilator in a week. By week 2, she was out of the ICU. By week 3? Off to the physical rehab center. She was there a grand total of 1 week before she was allowed to come home to finish her recovery. Early December was the worst moment of my life, and yet it was also bookended by the best Christmas of my life even if it was spent at the rehab center, because I got to have my mama back, and hug her and tell her I loved her and make jokes, and now she's home and we've been watching Christmas movies and eating grilled cheeses, and as far as I'm concerned, that's what the holiday is to me: not presents and snow and lights, but this moment, this time with her. 'In all the places you find love, it feels like Christmas.'

In just a few hours for me, it'll be 2024. I have no idea what to expect going forward, or even what to plan for, much less a resolution. I know I want to get back to TRT when mom's a bit better (she still needs a lot of help, understandably). I know there are wood carvings I want make; friends I want to visit; witchy events at my local shop I want to go to. But other than that... who knows? If I'm lucky, things will be calmer than this past year. But even if they aren't, at least I know I have dear friends, all of you, and my family, including Pasta Mama, to help me through it.

Goodbye, 2023. Hello, 2024.

[brideofkylosolo]

second Flufftober is up. Hope you all enjoy it.