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phanhlee · 7 months ago

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(I finally done all the commissions so now I have time for this. Hope you enjoy :>>)

Tag: Claude Frollo x male!oc (Helzon Sullivan)

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Part 2

In this time when Helzon served as Claude's personal servant, he was treated like a literal king. Claude usually doesn't command him to do anything much, beside maybe sitting near so that Claude can look at him.

Helzon can cook very well, since he has been making foods by himself in his whole life. He is definitely able to do any housework Claude could possibly give, cooking, cleaning, washing clothes or stuffs. However, those works are pushed to the other servants while Helzon mainly is commanded to clean Claude's bedroom.

Sometimes, Claude would wear him a collar (that one of a dog) and walks him around the city to show that Helzon belongs to him. He pretty likes dressing his favorite servant up too, spending hours picking clothes that suit Helzon the most (anything would look good on him) even when he won't wear time twice. It's just nutrition for Claude's eyes.

Helzon is an obedient one anyway. He wouldn't question Claude's orders, despite how ridiculous they are. Example like when Claude requests to join his bathtub, Helzon only gives one excuse "This is not a big bathtub" then let him in anyway. Or like when Claude sneaks into his bedroom because his own room is cold, Helzon hugs him to sleep.

That also created a bad habit for Claude Frollo. He knows he would get what he wants just by speaking softly, so he just...uses it. Once, he asks Helzon for a kiss, and he gets one. All the the shame or sense of guilt have left Claude Frollo that day when he sneaked up in a man's house, so now he has nothing to fear anymore.

However, Helzon is a hard one. To him, a kiss is just a mere physical contact, it could make him feel nothing. That irritated Claude sometimes, but does he care ? He just keeps doing, because he feels good doing so.

(This is sketch color and I'm suck at background)

Everything changes at that one night. It starts a few days before, when Helzon starts acting weird. He remains unfocused, and sometimes overreacted (To someone like him, it means he actually be surprised, or afraid or anything).

He asks for four days off duty. Claude refuses, but that doesn't last long when Helzon decides to use his charm. With some little begging and puppy eyes, he gives in.

The first day, Claude can still handle it. Helzon keeps himself in his room all day, not eating, not opening the door, as if he is sick or something.

The second day, Claude starts to get impatient. He starts to yell and bangs Helzon's door, calling if he is alright. It's just because he's worried (just maybe, it could be that he misses his possession). However, Helzon keeps saying he is fine.

The third day, Claude can't take it anymore. At night, he comes to Helzon's room and calls for him like usual, but this time Helzon doesn't answer (Why don't think that he's just sleeping? Idk either). Claude makes the decision... The door was locked, so he breaks it...

It was dark inside, and the atmosphere is unusually cold, and there is something weird moving in that room. And that is when, Claude finds himself beneath an enormous creature.

His skin was pure black, and his hair is longer, with silver color. The creature appears with four eyes, scales, fangs, and unusual heat. Most important, the creature has a long, giant snake tail... One like in legend said.

However, Claude can't never mistake those silver eyes with anyone else. This is Helzon's true form, his real body. He was in heat that moment, such animistic heat that he hardly control himself like usual, especially with such a prey beneath him.

But something beyond Helzon's expectations happen... Claude... Did not... Fear him. After hundred years of abandonment, of hatred, fear, Helzon never once hope he would find someone who look at his monstrous form with such endearing eyes.

That is the moment, Helzon fall for him.

(It's unnecessary to tell what he did to Claude that night. Know what they say about snake ? That they have two-)

After that, Helzon turns completely sweet to him. The calmness remains in him, but now there is sweetness in his every actions. He would touch and kiss Claude first, saying sweet nothing to him while keeping that face straight.

They sleep in the same bed more often, and Helzon would spend time massaging Claude's body, or reading books with him. They become much more affectionate, without tension, since Helzon can handle it pretty well in those kinds of situations.

Things are getting better...

(just a scenario in Cai)

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That's part 2. Sweet dream before storm. There will be more :>>>

#claude frollo #frollo #the hunchback of notre dame #claude frollo x male oc #oc #judge claude frollo #hond #claude frollo x oc #Helzon Sullivan

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blowflyfag · 1 year ago

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WRESTLING ALL STARS: Heroes and Villains : JUNE 1996

A LOOK AT THE LADIES! Female Managers are the New Trend in the Sport.

By George Napolitano

[Woman is rumored to be returning to WCW as we go to press. That would put her right smack in the way of Miss Elizabeth.

Will Miss Elizabeth’s surprise return establish her as the First lady of Professional Wrestling?]

Have you noticed how many female managers there are these days? It’s absolutely mind boggling. What was once a profession dominated by men has now been overrun by women!

Heading the list in Sensuous Sherri. Sherri has been managing much longer than her counterparts, and in her illustrious career Sherri has guided quite a few men to super-stardom! Sherri began her managerial career in the AWA, and men under her influence have won titles in the AWA, WWF and WCW. Sherri was the first person to notice that Shawn Michaels had what it takes to be a champion. And even though her “Boy Toy” didn’t win a title while under her guidance, Michaels credits Sherri with instilling in him the moves, style and attitude that have catapulted him to the top.

Goldust, the bizarre character who is the new WWFIntercontinental champion, didn’t get to be the champion on his “gay” mannerisms and good looks. The Director, Marlene, had quite a bit to do with directing the bizarre Goldust to the #1 position. It’s believed that Marlene orchestrated Goldust’s entire look and persona, even going as far as directing Goldust’s intimidating “Crush” on Razor Ramon. Now that Goldust has the IC title his Director must be given due for orchestrating the entire thing.

[Sunny’s gym attire drives males nuts. Whenever she keeps the opponents from concentrating, she helps the Body Donnas: Skip & Zip]

The person emulated by many of the new breed of women managers is the sexy, alluring, beauty known as Woman. Woman has been around for quite a few years. Before maturing, she was known as the Fallen Angel. She was brought into the sport in the mid eighties by Kevin Sullivan. Later, she became known simply as Woman, and she was instrumental in taking Doom to the top. After her success with Doom, Woman gained notoriety as Ric Flair’s manager, and this arrangement lasted a couple of years. After a short time in retirement, Woman returned to the scene and she immediately helped the Sandman win the ECW heavyweight title. Although she is still with the Sandman, there is a strong possibility that Woman could soon be Macho Man’s new lady.

[Bad Girl: Miss Alexandra is a real hell-cat who is part of Damian Kane’s Bad Crew.]

No one can deny that Sunny of the Body Donnas is the driving force behind her team’s success. Although the Body Donnas have yet to win a title, Sunny has created quite a bit of excitement in the WWF. RIght now Sunny wants to help her team to the WWF tag team title, but if Skip and Zip are unsuccessful in their title quest, look for Sunny to dump them and hook up with someone who will produce a championship.

Kimberly, the Diamond Doll, began her career as Diamond Dallas Page’s main squeeze but after a falling out with DDP, Kimberly wound up in the corner of his arch-rival, Johnny B.Badd. If Page ever changes his evil ways, KImberly could be back in his corner.

[Freaky Francine loves leather, as does the tag team she manages, the Pit Bulls.]

Beulah and Francine from ECW are two of the new breed of women managers. Both are young, beautiful and daring. Each has a tag-team title to their credit. Beulah with Raven and Richards and Francine with the Pit Bulls. Both of these ladies would think nothing of jumping in the ring and lending their men a helping hand. Using this approach, however, both Francines and Beulah have suffered broken bones and bruises, but this hasn’t stopped them in the least from helping their men.

[The lovely Miss Patricia has taken the Warlord and Rick Martel to championships. Can she do the same for The Border Patrol.]

The “Brooklyn Babe” Miss Patricia is another relative newcomer to the managerial ranks. Although PAtricia hasn’t been around that long, she still has two championships to her credit. The Babe was in the corner when the Warlord won the USA heavyweight title, and she was also in Ric Martel’s corner when he won the USA belt. Presently, Miss Patricia is doing her thing in the USWA where she is managing the Border Patrol.

[Sherri was the first person to notice that Shawn Michaels had what it takes to be a champion.]

Bad Girl: Miss Alexandra is part of Damian Kane’s Bad Crew. She’s a real hell-cat who’s been known to do anything imaginable to assume that her Crew comes out on top. With Bad Crew now a part of ECW you can bet that it won’t be long before Miss Alexandra gets the recognition that she craves.

Destiny is another in the long line of beautiful and daring female managers. Destiny has been guiding the career of Damien Storm in the NWA and she is also Jerry Lawler’s female attendant whenever he wrestles in New Jersey for the NWA.

Last, but certainly not least, is the latest addition to the managerial ranks, the lovely Elizabeth. On January 24, after more than five years away from the wrestling scene, Elizabeth returned to the sport at the Clash Of the Champions in Las Vegas, Nevada. Elizabeth was at ringside to manage her former team “The Mega-Powers”: Hulk Hogan and “Macho Man” Randy Savage in their battle against Ric Flair and the Giant.

[Sister Sherri (left) had her wedding to Colonel Park disrupted by the colonel’s “cupcake-on-the-side”: Madusa!]

In the early eighties Elizabeth was all the rage! She was instrumental in helping “Macho Man” Randy Savage become the star that he is today. The two eventually married in center ring at Madison Square Garden during a Summer Slam card, but their story book romance eventually crumbled. Afterwards, Liz left the sport, while Randy continued on to even greater heights.

Elizabeth’s appearance at the Clash caught the wrestling world completely off guard. Although it had been rumored for months that Elizabeth was going to return, no one really believed that it would ever come to pass. Now that Elizabethe has climbed back into the ring, everyone is wondering if that was only a one-time thing or a sign of things to come.

From this it is obvious that the female managers are giving their male counterparts a run for the money. With the success that these female managers have enjoyed we should be seeing even more join the ranks in the coming months.

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wrestler-smash-or-pass · 11 months ago

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Weekly Wrapup 3/3/24 (late!)

This Week's Rankings:

Hangman Adam Page (Mustache) - 70.7% smash

Drilla Moloney - 70.7%

Kagetsu - 66.7%

Randy Orton - 62.3%

Alex Coughlin - 61.3%

Amir Jordan - 60.2%

Shane Haste - 59.0%

Rocky Romero - 58.4%

Tetsuya Naito - 54.1%

Tony Nese - 51.4%

Al Snow - 47.3%

Eve Torres - 47.1%

Julius Creed - 27.9%

Kevin Sullivan - 13.1%

Average smash rating this week: 53.6%

More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...

Most total votes this week (most enthusiasm)

Hangman Adam Page - 529 votes

Alex Coughlin - 279

Drilla Moloney - 246

Rocky Romero - 245

Randy Orton - 236

And least total votes this week (least enthusiasm)

Kevin Sullivan - 153 votes

Amir Jordan - 166

Eve Torres - 174

Julius Creed - 201

Tony Nese - 218

The closest poll was Tony Nese, who won 112-106

Top Ten Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Athena - 90.2% smash

Hikaru Shida - 89.7% smash

Minoru Suzuki (Young Variant) - 88.7% smash

Swerve Strickland - 88.3% smash

Toni Storm - 88.1% smash

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 87.7% smash

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Bianca Belair - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Bottom Ten Overall

Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash

Ric Flair - 4.6% smash

Kane (Corporate variant) - 10.1% smash

Miracle Violence Connection - 11.8% smash

Gene Munny - 12.4% smash

Spike Trivet - 12.% smash

Kevin Sullivan - 13.1% smash

Triple H (Terra Ryzing variant) - 18.6% smash

Eric Bischoff (NWO) - 20.0% smash

Charlie Dempsey - 22.1% smash

Top Women Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Athena - 90.2% smash

Hikaru Shida - 89.7% smash

Toni Storm - 88.1% smash

Bianca Belair - 86.4% smash

Bottom Women Overall

Eve Torres - 47.1% smash

Carmella - 47.8% smash

Nikkita Lyons - 48.2% smash

Julia Hart (Cheerleader Variant) - 49.8% smash

Kelly Kelly - 50.3% smash

Top Men Overall

Minoru Suzuki (Young Variant) - 88.7% smash

Swerve Strickland - 88.3% smash

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 87.7% smash

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Top Tag Teams

The Golden Lovers - 80.4% smash

Best Friends - 66.7% smash

Motor City Machine Guns - 65.5% smash

Roppongi Vice - 62.7% smash

Young Bucks - 43.8% smash

Mustachioed Hangman took the No. 2 spot for most total votes, with 529 votes cast. However, there was a 13.6 point drop in his smashability when the mustache is taken into account. He scored 86.4% smash for his previous poll, with 386 smash votes. With the mustache, he scored 70.7% smash, with 374 smash votes. I thought he'd do better, given how popular mustaches seem to be overall, but maybe the mustache fans are just a small, vocal minority.

Eve Torres had the misfortune of being the least smashable woman overall. She was the fourth woman to score less than 50%.

We can now add Rocky Romero to the rankings for Best Friends and Friends:

Kris Statlander - 91.0% smash

Orange Cassidy - 77.1% smash

Danhausen - 68.8% smash

Chuck Taylor - 66.2% smash

Trent Beretta - 61.3% smash

Rocky Romero - 58.4% smash

And for their tag teams, we have

Best Friends (Chuck and Trent): 66.7% smash

Roppongi Vice (Trent and Rocky): 62.7% smash

In other news, I'm starting to add Cagematch rankings to the results spreadsheet (reminder, that exists here: Google Docs). I plan to eventually make some silly charts involving those ratings, like smashability vs. Cagematch rating.

And now for some of my favorite tags and comment

@tetsuya-taito on Julius Creed: #he looks like he rubs the inner thigh and asks if you like that

@mancewarner on Julius Creed: #he does unfortunately look like hed call me a slur though so id hit it and ghost

@mancewarner on Shane Haste: #just watched an insiderz stream where he was chugging coke and burping extremely loudly into the microphone. that being said yes id smash

@sanguinaryrot on Kagetsu: #uhhhhh yeah I stand for the troops (transgender professional wrestlers)

@dykecassidy on Hangman with a Mustache: #everyone stop clicking smash i wanna be the only one please let me be alone with this hangman

@theunprettier on Drilla Moloney: #i wanna get tangled up in his body hair and die like a fish caught in ocean debris

Honorable mention to the MANY people who tagged the Hangman poll with some variation on "save a horse ride a cowboy"

#weekly wrap up

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ironboobs · 8 months ago

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Trying to find all the easter eggs from 7x09... Did I miss any?

Natasha reaching for her phone worrying it's about work instead of enjoying sexy time with Sullivan => Maya did the same when she went on vacation with Carina (3x11)

Andy voiceover => First two seasons!

Maya's outfit in the kitchen => the same she wore the day she met her future wife at Joe's bar (3x05)

"Hey, I love you" in the kitchen before leaving to work => Same moment in the old apartment (4x04)

"Jack are you sitting at home monitoring the wildfire?" => Her father too was unable to stop firefighting after he had to retire

"Why aren't we dancing for joy?" => Houseboat dancing, Andy was the only one who didn't want to dance (3x16)

"I'd like to tell Travis first" => (maybe farfetched) Ross asking Andy and Maya not to tell Sullivan about their relation being leaked. (6x16)

Talking about a potential future on the station's rooftop => Travic were the only duo who hadn't done that yet, so many moments and discussions happened at this spot.

"Oh crap" => Signature quote from Montgomery, he says it all the time : hockey rink, snowstorm

Wildfire => Season 2 finale

Yellow fire engine is back and lined up neatly with the other ones! => It's the one S19 temporary had when their engine was totalled (5x02)

"You know I don't like the woods" / Glamping site => The couple who gets attacked by a bear : the lady is not happy that her husband brought her to a glam-camping trip instead of a hotel (3x05)

"Chief, you feel confident in that plan?" => Andy vs Jack when she does't want to open more ventilation in the roof but he does and they wait (1x03)

Theo being bothered having to sit around to attend some rich dude's ugly building instead of fighting the wildfire => Sullivan when he enrolled a private company, as he heard Andy calling her team (4x01)

"My mom smoke when she was pregnant with me", "Yeah, exactly" => Sounds like Jack and Maya's smack talk in season one

"Didn't work for us, that doesn't mean it won't work for you and Carina" => Andy tells Maya her marrying super fast didn't work for her and Sullivan, but that her situation with Carina is different (4x14)

"I don't think we're there yet" => Again, callback to Jack and Andy battling for Captain waiting too long for that ventilation (1x03)

"Are you doing a quick and dirty courthouse wedding" => Andy and Sully married in a quick and dirty courthouse wedding (3x12)

"We're happy for her, right?" => In the pilot, when they're in the rig, Maya learns that Jack proposed and says "Oh we are not happy" (1x01)

"Everyone's leaving home" => Andy feels like her father felt when she moved out? (2x02)

"We were raised in this station by your dad" => Pruitt told Maya he handpicked the entire team because he knew they'd fit as a family (4x01)

"Have each other's backs" => Herreras' tag line circa season one

"You can't leave, Vic" => Vic asking Dean not to leave on their way to fight a fire (5x05)

Vic referring to Travis as her person => Grey and Yang coded, he also said that to her two episodes prior when she had her meltdown (7x06)

Probies flirting with each other => Gibson and Herrera (1x01)

Bishop and Herrera looking at the fire => wildfire episode throwback (Season 2 finale)

Whistle lady => Molly had a whistle in the skyscraper fire (Season 1 finale)

Hiker fell down the hill => When Andy and Maya rappelled down to rescue a hiker who had fallen (2x06)

Sullivan connects to the victim because they're both marine vets => Sullivan helps with a hostage situation, bonding over being a veteran (3x09)

Vic and Travis fighting while cleaning branches => Same way they were fighting when Travis discovered she was with Theo (4x09)

"We cannot wait for the aid car" => Maya's demotion (4x16)

"We're gonna have to carry him, the medical tent is about a mile away" => Emmet tells Travis they can carry Vic to the Aid Car that's a mile away (5x05)

"Have fun getting fired" => again callback to when Sullivan chose to go help with the fire instead of staying put (4x01)

"Dibs on the puppy" => Shoutout to Dean in the series pilot (1x01)

Ben jumping into Doctor mode, saying "This can't wait" => During the california wildfire Ben had to cut the man's hand for him to survive (Season 2 finale)

"That Richards guy reminds me of Gibson" => Self explanatory, Season 1

"Being in the field is a different game. I bet you won't do it wrong again" => Travis said something similar to Ben as he almost killed Pruitt wanting to do a medical procedure on the Aid Car (1x01)

"Swollen ankles, pickles, chocolate ice cream" => JJ hated her pregnant state and had ice cream cravings (3x06)

"That is how childbirth works, my friend" => Maya and Carina face timing during the snowstorm episode "Babies don't fly out they slowly slide out" (3x06)

"Monogamy is for the weak, or the very very dedicated" => front porch drinking session between Maya, Andy and Vic (1x02)

Getting retired firefighters to help out => Pruitt and friends would be proud

"She told Theo before me?" => Travis already said that before

Rambling " and - Oh my god she was right" => another signature quote from Travis

"We're 19. Family forever." => Tagline of the show, had to be mentioned

"New Guy" => Ben was called that when started as a probie

"Thanks, Hughie" => Dean was the one who called Vic that <3

Mentions of Lasagna, "Ti amo, Bella" => Marina core

Top of the truck => Same as after Lucas Ripley died

"Come with me" => Dean offered Vic to come with him to Oakland

"You don't have to know right now" => Vic's proposal to Ripley

"Dad!" => Ben's nickname at the Station

"Wet stuff on the red stuff" => Dean, season one, Travis, season four

"Use my name, I know a guy" => Isn't that what Vic says to Theo when he goes to order Pierogies ?

"Boy Scout" => Kate called Theo that (7x04)

Theo jumps to save Travis => He couldn't do it for Michael

"We roll him on my count 3,2,1" => Reverse situation when they all rolled Hughes in season 5 in The things we lost in the fire

"We're not talking like you're dying because you're not dying" => I feel like I've heard that from Vic before, but can't pinpoint the episode

Camera moving around Carina and Maya => Carina's proposal scene (4x14), yet another moment that's supposed to be happy but comes with some devastating news, like the proposal/visa, the wedding/demotion etc.

#station 19 #save station 19 #7x09 #what a good episode #my favorite of the season so far #incredible writing #we can see the showrunners and the writers love this show #and it feels good to watch

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runninguplenorahills · 2 years ago

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So sorry for putting this in the byler tag but I need to take you with me on my delulu-voyage about Dr. Owens!

The show is kinda playing a game of good cop/bad cop with Brenner and Owens. They’re putting them into contrast by showing Brenner to be more reckless in what he does while Owens is shown to be more understanding and sympathetic. The guy who wants to help. The good cop. But at the end of the day the good cop is never actually on your side either.

Owens has been working with Brenner on NINA. He’s deeply involved in the making of that project! Sure, him and Brenner have different opinions on what is the right way to use NINA and execute their plan but it’s still their plan. Brenner did not force Owens to participate. They were working together.

And the thing is…. Owens is the one who showed up to starcourt mall after El lost her powers. Owens is the one who relocated the Byers and El to Lenora. And doesn’t that also mean that Owens is the one who told Brenner about the fact that El lost her powers in the first place? Because how else would Brenner have known?

And you don’t just build NINA in one night! NINA has been in the works for months which means Owens probably told Brenner immediately after he found out himself! And if Owens thought it’s of importance that Brenner knows that El lost her powers….. well, that means:

He knew that El didn’t simply lose her powers. It was more significant than that which is why he told Brenner (‘Cause Brenner knew that her powers were stolen and I imagine that’s why Owens told him in the first place).

He knew why Brenner needed El’s powers in the first place.

Owens knew Brenner isn’t dead (obviously)

Owens kinda kick started the NINA project.

And well…. Doesn’t that also mean Owens knew about Henry first hand?!

Owens: “What I understand is that something’s going on in that town that no one fully comprehends! And what I also understand is that military strength is not the answer!” (“You cant just shoot this with guns”)

Sullivan: “It’s men of science. Men like you who created this problem in the first place!”

Mike: “So what? Where just supposed to trust that you’re the good guys? Whoever you are?”

Agents: “We’re friends of Owens.”

Mike: “You don’t trust Owens?”

Will: “No no, I mean, I don’t know. He’s been good to us and good to El… but he wasn’t able to protect me. That was you guys who saved me! That was you guys.”

And that’s the thing. If Owens knew about Brenner being alive and deliberately kept that information to himself (which he did), and if Owens knew about Henry and everything that happened (which seems to be the case too)……. Well….. doesn’t that make Owens’ inability to help and protect Will in s2 a deliberate choice? Doesn’t that mean he deliberately refused the idea that Will’s true sight aren’t just ptsd flashbacks? He knew what was going on but pretended like he didn’t? Like he’s the good guy who’s trying to help despite “not knowing what’s going on”?

And you wanna know something else?

Right after the scene in s2, ep.6 in which Joyce questions why she should trust Owens and yells at the doctors: “CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY BOY?!” we don’t get an answer, but you know what we do get? The recording Nancy and Jonathan made of Owens saying:

“You see why I have to stop the truth from spreading? […].By whatever means necessary.”

Immediately after Joyce’s question. Immediately!

I personally think Owens knew what’s wrong with Will and he knows way more than he’s letting on. He’s the good cop. He’s good to our main characters but he isn’t actually on their side. He cannot protect them because he’s got a reason not to.

#‘what are you doing with that box? those are peter’s old school projects!’#dr owens #stranger things #byler #<- not byler but yk

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autumnalwalker · 10 months ago

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Find the Word Tag

Thank you for the tag, @ahordeofwasps.

My words to find were never, night, nail, & need.

Passing the (optional) tag to @theimperiumchronicles, @sarahlizziewrites, @druidx, @blind-the-winds, and the usual open tag to anyone else who wants to join in.

Your words to find shall be muscle, morning, matter, & message.

Never: Empty Names - 23 - Compression

She waits a second for any objections and then places her palm on the bare skin between his shoulder blades. He’s warm. She feels the surrounding muscles reflexively tense on contact and then slowly relax. He’s all muscle beneath the robes, but it feels different from what she’s felt through Eris’s tank tops when pulled into an embrace. Leaner. Less bulk but still toned. She’s heard of mages tapping into their own metabolism for fueling magic to burn excess fat and retain figures in defiance of diet, but that doesn’t build muscle mass. The skin on his back and arms doesn’t look like it could ever be anywhere near as sickly pale as hers is, but it is noticeably lighter than his hands and face, even accounting for makeup. She wonders when the last time was that he wore anything with short sleeves. Does he even have other clothes? She’s never seen him wear anything else.

Still less distracting without the robe on than with. Probably says more about her than him. Do all wizard robes on Orthon look like sleek dresses with wide sleeves, or is it just because he copied his mentor’s style?

Night: Empty Names - 23 - Compression

“No vertigo, nausea, or other adverse reactions to the counterseal,” Ashan reports once he and his double return to Lacuna. “This illusion feels as natural to create and control as my conjurations.” He glances over at said illusion practically bouncing up and down in excitement. “Well, almost as natural. Thank you, truly.”

With those last words Ashan lightly puts a hand on Lacuna’s shoulder. When his double tries to do the same it passes through her slightly and becomes both there and not there to her vision, like an object only visible through one eye.

“You’re wel- whoa, that’s weird,” Lacuna stumbles her words in surprise.

Ashan pulls his hand back with a puff of exhalation and the illusion throws its head back in silent laughter.

“Ah. My apologies. Illusions can be like that when exposed for what they are.”

“It’s fine. Kind of cool actually. Do they normally reflect the caster’s emotions like that too? That’s not something I’ve read about.”

Ashan’s reflection has just enough time to blush hard enough to be seen through the perfect makeup before flickering out of existence.

“Merely a random aberration born from tiredness, I am sure,” the real Ashan says coolly and evenly. “It must be well after midnight by now.”

“Sure it is.” Lacuna grins and chooses not to poke more fun at the matter. “Let’s call it a night. Morning? Whatever. Either way, I think we can call this experiment a resounding success. What do you say?”

“Indeed,” Ashan agrees.

Nail: Empty Names - 9 - Test Run

Just a little further to climb. Not a bad warmup for her, really. As long as she’s burning Sullivan’s money, maybe she should add a rock wall to her equipment request along with the other training gear.

One more stretch. Grab the main pole of the bowsprit. Heave. Swing herself up. Nail the landing. Dust off her hands. Nearly lose her balance when she hears Sullivan slow clapping and sees the others already on the deck.

“What the Hell?”

“I conjured a ramp,” Ashan says matter-of-factly.

Of course he did.

Need: Empty Names - 23 - Compression

She bends over to use the keyboard and mouse, foregoing sitting down for fear of not wanting to get back up again. She stops the recordings and takes a brief glance at compiled readouts. Nothing catches her eye as out of the ordinary, but she’ll need to check it again in the morning when she’s more awake. She shuts down the test chamber, starts to shut down the computer, and then remembers she forgot to check her email all day. Nothing urgent, thankfully, but there’s an unexpected message from RevaTech asking if she’d be interested in scheduling an interview and reconsidering working for them. Weird. Maybe someone from her old team heard it had taken her a while to find a new job?

She nearly deletes the email but then thinks better of it, flagging and archiving it instead. Not that she has any intention of leaving where she is now. Still… It’d be a heck of a coincidence, but with what she gathered yesterday evening and this morning over breakfast about Sullivan and Road looking into something involving robots, it couldn’t hurt to keep open as an avenue to explore later.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #my writing #tag game #writing tag games #find the word tag #manuscript search tag #empty names

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skylarmoon71 · 7 months ago

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Clark Kent (Smallville x Supernatural) - Oneshot

Tagged: Longer post. 3k+ Words. Enjoy!

Leaving your brothers was the right decision.

They weren’t happy about it, but they understood. You wanted a somewhat normal life that didn’t involve chasing ghouls, wendigos, ghosts and all the above.That’s how you ended up in Smallville. For the most part life was normal. You were a regular high school kid.

Maybe the only thing that was out of the ordinary was the farm boy you kept encountering. It wasn’t so strange, just weird how you always got saddled with him for projects and minor assignments.

Your most recent one had led you to his barn. You were both working on a paper, but it was a tad bit awkward. You hadn’t really exchanged words other than what was connected to the assignment.

“Your parents are really sweet.”

Clark looked up, nodding.

“Yeah.”

More silence.

You couldn’t take it.

“Sorry if this is too forward but do you hate me or something?”

His eyebrows lifted at the question.

“W-What?”

“I don’t know, I get the feeling that you just don’t like being around me.” You laugh softly and he just looked at his feet.

“Sorry..”

“You don’t have to apologize. Maybe if you told me what I did I could fix the problem.”

You shifted just a bit closer and Clark looks over at you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

If that was the case, you were now completely confused.

“Then why are you..”

Your words trail off at the end, because now that you’re closer, everything about his eyes feel a bit transparent. You actually blush.

You, a trained hunter of monsters and killer of all things evil.

Blushing.

You looked away, now laughing just as awkwardly as him. Clark stood, shaking his head.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I just made everything weird.”

He was somewhat pacing and you couldn’t help but find it cute. This whole time you really thought he disliked you. But it was the complete opposite.

“I get it if you want to leave.”

You sat there still trying to collect yourself. Clark was still running himself in circles. You smiled at yourself. You supposed this was the normal that you were so desperately craving.

A crush.

“I’m not going to leave Clark.”

He finally stopped in place, looking at you. His puppy dog gaze just made your blush deepened. You couldn’t believe this. Awkward teen years really hadn’t completely abandoned you.

“How about we finish this project and then head to the Talon, how does that sound?”

His face lit up and you found yourself giggling. He nodded.

“That sounds great.”

“Great.”

He sends you a smile as you both get back to work.

That was how you truly befriended Clark Kent. He was an interesting guy. His friends were also quite the same.

Like Chloe Sullivan.

“So you have two brothers, tell me about them.”

Seated in the Talon with Clark, Lana and Chloe, you sort of felt like you were in an interrogation.

“Chloe.” Clark warned.

She seemed to get how pushy she was being.

“Sorry, reporter brain, can’t turn it off.”

You just brush it off.

“No worries. My brothers and I aren’t exactly seeing eye to eye right now. We want different things. That’s why I came to Smallville. After we lost our parents things just got a bit strained.”

It was no secret that you were an orphan. You could see the way their eyes displayed sympathy and somehow you wanted to just change the subject. You tap your legs, standing.

“I-I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick.”

It was an obvious excuse, but you didn’t care. You turned, but you weren’t paying much attention and someone ran right into you. You stumbled back and Clark was quick. He caught you, body slightly dipped. You blinked and he straightened you.

“You okay?”

His words were somewhat soft and you nod, gripping his shoulders.

“I never realized how muscular you are Clark, it’s ridiculous.”

When you saw his cheeks tinge, you realized you’d said those words aloud. You blushed and you heard the soft giggles from Lana and Chloe. You pulled back quickly.

“P-Please excuse me.”

You were rushing out and Clark just watched you leave, a dazed expression on his face.

“Smooth move Clark.” Chloe teased.

He realized then that he hadn’t been covering it as well as he thought.

School days were running quicker than you expected. Before you realized it, you were enjoying life. You’d indeed gotten closer to Clark, but you still kept that comfortable distance. There was a part of you that just didn’t think happiness was in the cards for you. You were content with your situation at the moment, but that nagging feeling that this could all change settled at the back of your mind. It’s hard to break.

Your first summer, you’d gotten a job in town. Clark decided to stay at home and keep helping out his family, so you saw each other quite often. You stopped by on days just to chat. He’d always perk up in the cutest way that really made you question how one guy could be so adorable.

He seemed like a nerd, and it was endearing. But then there were times where you caught him heaving a bale of hay, or fixing a broken tractor. One time you’d accidentally caught him with his shirt off, hammering a piece of wood to build something or the other. The second your eyes caught him, you turned.

“S-Sorry!”

You didn’t get why you were apologizing. He was still wearing his jeans and you caught a glimpse of his shirt at the side that looked soaked. Apparently he’d gotten sprayed by something. Because you were certain his body was glistening, or maybe that was just your brain.

“Everything okay? You didn’t get wet by the sprinklers did you? Dad is fixing them. I got hit myself.” He dropped his tool, walking over to you. Now he was standing before you and it was impossible to ignore. Your eyes were planted firmly on his very toned chest and abdominals.

“Damn..”

It felt appropriate at that moment.

“(Y/N)?”

You blinked back into reality, stammering.

“Y-Your shirt..”

His brows furrowed, then he looked down. It’s then he caught what you meant. His face immediately turned red as he stumbled away.

“I-I’ll be right back.”

He was heading for the stairs in the loft to grab a spare. You swallowed, facing in the opposite direction. At the moment you need the distraction.

“Clark.”

The call from someone ahead was a nice way to forget the very built friend of yours. The man walking in with a suit wasn’t someone you recognized. He was bald, hands in his pocket. He looked pretty comfortable, so he must have known Clark pretty well.

“Clark is changing, can I help you?”

He offered a smile. From his attire it was clear he was rich.

“You must be (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you.”

You narrow your eyes, because you never met this guy, so how did he know you?

“Not to sound accusing, but how do you know who I am?”

Maybe he was an angel. Geez, you really didn’t have the energy to deal with one of those dicks right now. You’d also left your angel blade back in your apartment.

“Clark is always talking about you. I’ve been out of town for a few months, but he’s always detailed in his explanations.”

Clark came running down the stairs.

“Lex!”

He sounded excited to see him.

“So you’re Lex Luthor.”

That made more sense. Clark talked about him a lot too. Clark was at your side in an instant, chatting with Lex like they were the best of friends. From the interaction they obviously were close.

“It’s nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“You too, it’s good to put a face to the name.”

The atmosphere settled in pretty nicely. Lex had ended up staying for dinner. You spotted the tension with Jonathan at Lex’s presence, but said nothing. It might have been in your head, but for a while now it’s felt like they were hiding something. Then there were the times Clark would run off to help a friend, or just make random disappearance whenever someone seemed to be in danger.

You’re an investigator by nature, so of course you kept an eye out. As far as you knew, Clark was actually doing a lot of good. Being in Smallville showed you that there were crazier things out there than ghosts. It all seemed to be linked to those meteor rocks. Another note you made to avoid those, just to be on the safe side. After being hexed, stabbed, shot, possessed by an angel, it just felt like the last thing you wanted to go through was to gain freaky powers by some space rocks.

Regardless of your suspicions, Clark hadn’t given you any signs that he was some serial monster, so you saw no reason to dig any deeper. Whatever this secret was, he clearly had a reason to be weary. Since you weren’t an open book yourself, you couldn’t really judge. Maybe that’s why you both got along so well. You both had things to hide. Not specifically bad, just..hard.

You tried to push it back as you carried on with your life.

“Look at her go.”

Clark’s eyes drifted to the track. No one was particularly fond of P.E. It was just one of those things. He was standing at the side after his mile with Chloe and Pete. You were currently on the track finishing up. Your pace seemed steady with a decent lead at the front of the pack.

“I wonder why she doesn’t join the track team, she’s pretty good.”

You buzzed through the finish line as the teacher clicked the stopwatch. The second the rest of girls followed, and few of them were panting and the others circled you with smiles. You were grinning shyly as one of them patted you on the back. You caught Clark’s eyes, giving a wave that he returned, still a bit dazed. Pete nudged his shoulder.

“Oooo, she waved at you.”

Clark playfully pushed his hand away as you made your way over. The second you were within reach you greeted them.

“You’re great at the mile, you should really join the team.” Chloe encouraged.

You rubbed your arm.

“I was actually thinking of joining next semester. You really think I’m good?”

Chloe nods.

“You are, right Clark?”

He turns to you, distracted by your smile as you wait for his opinion.

“You’re great..”

There was a longing in his voice and you swallowed. He seemed to register how that statement sounded and he backtracked.

“O-On the track! Y-You’re great on the track!!”

He was stumbling over his words. Eventually he just gave up, bolting off with a silly excuse. You just watched him walk away, a little smile on your face. At this point you were certain the whole school realized Clark’s feelings; he was just way too obvious for his own good. That’s why you decided to confront him about it. You invited him over that night. You just wanted to spend some time with him. That’s until you realized you were out of your favorite snack.

“Shoot, Clark, do you mind heating up the popcorn, I’m going to run and get some chips.”

“Sure, but I can grab them if you’d like.”

You shook your head with a smile.

“Nope, you’re the guest. Just make sure the popcorn is nice and buttery when I get back.”

He nodded with his own grin as you grabbed your keys. It didn’t take that long, you bought a couple drinks too, basically racing to get back to spend time with Clark. You expected everything to be just dandy when you got back. But when you reached for the key, you realized that your door was ajar. Your hunter brain kicked in instantly. You stepped in carefully, placing your groceries down. When you heard a crash, you panicked, rushing into the kitchen.

“CLARK!”

You were terrified that he might have been hurt, but when you walked into the kitchen, one of your brothers was picking himself off the ground and the other was hanging five feet off the ground. Clark was glaring at him, hand lifted.

“S-Sam, Dean!!”

Your yell caught all their attention and Clark dropped Dean almost instantly. You rushed to his side frantically. Clark staggered back and Sam moved to you, standing protectively. The minute Dean collected himself, he drew his angel blade.

“What the hell are you!!”

His glare was heated. Clark just watched you, conflict in your eyes. You had to admit that you were shocked. You didn’t imagine his strength. It took a bit of effort to knock both Dean and Sam down that quickly.

“What the hell are you doing with this lumberjack!! We came to check on you and this is what we got!!”

Dean was upset.

“Calm down Dean.” Sam advised.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!!” He fixed his jacket angrily.

“Gijoe over there picked us up like we were a loaf of bread. What are you, demon, phantom, please tell me you’re not an angel. Cas! CAS!!”

The flapping of wings alerted you that your friendly angel was here. You sighed, placing your face in your palm and now Clark looked confused.

“W-Where did he come from?”

This whole situation was getting messy.

“What’s wrong Dean?”

“One of your douchebag angel siblings snagged this guy and sent him after (Y/N). I thought we told those assholes that she was off limits.”

After the last possession Dean was clearly still holding a grudge.

Cas tilted his head, looking at Clark.

“He’s not an angel.”

“Then what the hell is he!!”

“He’s an alien.”

“A WHAT!!!”

Dean was getting more irritated by the minute and Clark’s eyes widened at the evaluation.

“How..do you know that..?”

Your eyes moved to him in question.

“You’re..an alien?” You ask.

Clark looked sullen, nodding slowly.

“I’m sorry, more than anything I wanted to tell you but I..”

He looked away and suddenly it all made sense. Those quick escapes. Subtle rescues. No regular guy could do that. You just assumed he had a hero complex.

“Wow..aliens..”

Given some of the things you’ve seen, it’s clear nothing was off the table at this point.

“He’s harmless.” Cas advised.

“He wasn’t so harmless when he threw Sam across the room!!” Dean yelled.

“T-That’s because you broke into (Y/N)’s house. I thought you guys were burglars." Clark defended.

You nod in agreement.

“He’s right Dean, next time just use the front door.”

“Don’t defend him!!”

You laugh.

“You’re just mad that you got your but kicked by a highschooler.” Sam interjected. Dean’s death stare moved to his brother, grumbling under his breath.

“Just let me stab him once, just once.”

You took the blade from Dean’s hand with a frown.

“Stop it. He was just protecting me.”

You placed the weapon on the counter, hoping to straighten out this whole misunderstanding. With the blade down, he finally really looked at you. When you left, both of you had been at odds. He didn’t want you to go and you didn’t want to stay and eventually watch one or both of your brothers get killed.

You ran because you were scared. He was pissed, but he understood. You waited for it, the lecture. That tone of disappointment, but he just stepped forward and pulled you into a hug. For a moment you were frozen. Cas and Sam stood at the side, both wearing smiles. You melted into the embrace, holding on tightly. You’d never admit it, but you missed them. Especially Dean, because you never truly said goodbye to him. You told Sam when you were leaving and slipped out in the night. You were both stubborn. Something you no doubt got from your dad.

“It’s good to see you’re okay.”

You nod, burying your face into his shoulder.

“You too.”

After that, everything sort of settled itself out. Sam and Dean stayed to catch up for a bit before they were off again to fight some big bad.

“Don’t go getting yourself in trouble either.” Dean scolded.

“I’ll try my best. You know I actually joined the track team.”

Dean perked up.

“Yeah? I always knew one of us would become athletes. I had a pretty good left hook. Should have taken up boxing.” it seems he’s fallen down the rabbit hole, because who goes on a little rant. Sam takes the moment to give you a hug.

“Stay in touch. Dean’s been grumpy since you left. He is always worrying like an overprotective dad.”

“Shut up Sammy!”

You really miss the banter. Clark is still somewhat in the background.

Dean’s eyes shift to Clark’s direction.

“Look after her or else.”

“DEAN!”

“What, I’m just saying.”

You sigh, and he fixes his shirt, grabbing a soda from your fridge as he heads for the doors.

“See you kids later.”

He waves and Sam follows behind with a smile. When you hear the door close behind them, you just let out a breath.

That was a lot.

“So, an alien? I didn’t see that coming.”

Clark looks a bit uncomfortable. You can’t blame him. He hasn’t really looked at you for the majority of the night. You offer a smile, moving closer as you take his hand. He finally makes eye contact.

“We both had secrets. I don’t blame you for not coming clean about yours. If I told you I used to hunt monsters with my older brothers would you have believed me?”

He cracks a smile.

“It does sound kind of crazy.” You giggle.

“Exactly, so no hard feelings. I actually feel a lot better now that you know. It’s been a little hard for me to enjoy life here with it hanging over my head. Especially since I..” You pull your hand away, now a bit bashful.

“Since I really like you..”

It’s a bit of a whisper. From that moment he’d looked at you were those beautiful green hues you were gone. He had you wrapped around his finger. All those shy smiles, cute words. Now finding out he’s some super strong alien that’s been using his abilities to help people, how could you not fall for him.

“So..you’re not scared?”

You shake your head.

“I was possessed by an angel once, I think I’ve been through scarier things.”

He laughs.

“That still sounds kind of crazy.”

“I know!” You agree, your laughter joining in his own. It’s nice to have everything out in the open. No secrets. No barriers.

“Well, now that everything is sorted let’s get this movie night started!”

You feel somewhat energized and you move to head for the living room, but Clark gently grasps your hand. You pause, taking slow steps back towards him. With a tilt of your head, you quirk a brow.

“What’s up?”

He still doesn’t really say anything. He takes a step and when his eyes drift to your lips, your breath comes out a bit shaky. Clark smiles.

“Your heart rate just increased.” He informs.

“Y-You can hear that?”

He nods, hand moving to your cheek. You just seem to melt against him, eyes lowering when he leans down to meet your lips. The second they touch, you almost moan. You’ve literally been waiting months for this. It’s been hanging in the air for a while, but neither of you had taken the step. Your hands grip at his biceps and you lean in more firmly. It feels just as amazing as you predicted. His stature somehow feels twice as big as yours. The way his arms encase your body just makes you feel warm, safe.

Before you really know what’s happening, your back makes contact with the wall. Clark’s breathing is a staggered mirror of your own. You grab at his collar, desperately trying to pull him closer. His hands lift your right off the floor and you gasp, legs wrapping around his waist. One of his hands flatten on the wall behind you, still insistent with his kisses. Your fingers slide into his hair, tugging, begging for more. The minute his tongue slips through your lips you both release a moan. Neither of you slow down for obvious reasons. He’s wanted this just as much as you have.

“Hey (Y/N) Sam dropped his..”

Dean’s sudden appearance startles you. Clark still has you pinned to the wall and you both separate hurriedly.

“D-Dean!!”

Clark takes a step back and you’re fighting to fix your clothing. Sam trails back in when he hears the yell. When he sees your flustered state, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what happened. He clears his throat, now a bit awkward.

Dean looks like he’s about to murder someone.

“I’m gonna stab him.”

He draws his blade and you panic, moving in front of Clark as Sam rushes to stop his overprotective brother.

“DAMN IT DEAN!! YOU CAN’T STAB MY BOYFRIEND!!”

It’s clear that some things would never change, especially with the Winchesters.

#winchesterreader #sam winchester #dean winchester #clark kent #smallville #crushes #clarkxreader #cute #past #siblings #arguments #family #trust #love #humor #feelings #care

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jone-slugger · 7 days ago

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Here's today's @voyagerweek! Day 6: Favorite Holodeck program. In my case, it's Fair Haven, although this fic is rather a tag to Spirit Folk.

Read it on AO3!

Of Cows and Kisses

“Why did you do it?” Harry asks Tom out of the blue as they have a drink at Sullivan’s.

“Do what?” he’s surprised by the question, clearly not knowing what he’s referring to.

It annoys Harry that he doesn’t. That he didn’t even assign to it an ounce of seriousness, a moment’s consideration on how he must have felt.

“Turn Maggie into a cow”.

“Oh, that? It was just a joke”.

He gets as much. It still doesn’t serve as a valid explanation for Harry.

“Yeah, but, why did you do it?”

Tom looks at him, baffled by the insistence.

“I don’t know, Harry. I guess I thought it’d be funny”. There’s a bit of a defensive tone in Tom’s answer, as if he’s uncomfortable by the turn of the conversation. So much so, that he moves his glass of beer in his hands and utters an apology, with his eyes fixed on the beverage: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you”.

Harry suddenly feels emboldened by the apology, and he replies, “It did hurt”, and then, he confesses, “it’s just that you know that I don’t have the best of luck finding women, and Maggie was, well, sweet. I just wanted to… I guess what I’m trying to say is…”

But words falter in his mouth. He doesn’t really know what it is he’s trying to say to Tom, who’s looking at him with seriousness in his eyes. It’s unusual for his friend—he always deflects to playfulness when things get serious. It’s his way of protecting himself.

A part of Harry appreciates that he’s treating this seriously. Another part is suddenly scared, but he can’t pinpoint why.

“I’m really sorry, Harry”, Tom apologizes again, and the words that follow take him aback. “I guess part of me wanted to sabotage that relationship”.

“What?” Harry is perplexed. Where is this coming from? What does he mean by that?

Tom is biting his lower lip with an expression Harry cannot decipher. Hell, he cannot even begin to understand what this conversation is turning into.

“Harry… the truth is I…” Tom begins, and he stops himself to take a long gulp of his beer. The seconds extend forever in a strange eternity that makes Harry uncomfortable. "The truth is I’m… happy, whenever one of your relationships doesn’t work out because…”

“What are you saying? You’re happy when my relationships fail?” Has the universal translator malfunctioned? Is he understanding him correctly?

“Yes, because… because…”

“Why? I thought you were my friend!” Harry exclaims, irritated, annoyed, baffled.

“I am your friend! I’m only happy because I wish I were more!” Tom’s also shouting now, and all the holocharacters of the pub are looking at them. Neither Harry nor Tom mind. What do they even know about anything they’re saying, anyway.

Harry’s completely taken aback by the confession. He doesn’t know how to answer; how to follow up Tom’s words. It’s not like he’s never thought about it before. But he had been working hard to bury feelings he had always considered dangerous, or perhaps confused. He’s supposed to like women because… well, he’s never considered another possibility.

Hearing Tom confessing his attraction to him aloud stirs something inside of him that he had tried to ignore for years.

“So, that’s why I changed Maggie into a cow”, Tom eventually says, trying to fill the silence that has invaded them, choking them with unsaid words.

Harry knows he should say something.

“I don’t know what to say”, he admits.

Tom seems disappointed, but he smiles one of his usual sassy smiles that convey everything’s okay, although it might very much not be the case.

“No need to say anything, Harry. In fact, we can just forget about this whole exchange; we can act as if it never happened”.

“NO!” Harry shouts, much louder than he expected, much more desperate than he thought possible. He tries to calm himself, and lowers his voice, “I don’t want to ignore this conversation”.

Tom is now the one who’s baffled. He arches a brow and looks at him in questioning.

Harry feels the need to explain himself.

“I just meant… I mean… If it’s okay with you… I wouldn’t mind…” all coherent sentences have left his brain.

But Tom understands.

He smiles and leans towards him, until he’s suddenly kissing him. It feels much better than it did kissing Maggie—even if she hadn’t turned into a cow.

It somehow feels right.

So, when they separate, they’re both smiling, satisfied.

“Are we… okay?” Tom asks him, and Harry leans to peck him on the cheek.

“I only wished you had turned my flings into cows years before!”

#voyager week #st voyager #star trek voyager #star trek #voyager #voy #harry/tom #tom/harry #tom paris/harry kim #ao3 fanfic #fanfic

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thefragile-left · 3 months ago

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🏹 || I am the Archer 🎯

Hello there, kind stranger. I am Archer and this is my main blog where I blog whatever I want. Sometimes you may see blogs from my alters, while some others have their own blogs. A lot of older ones you see are from Lloyd, one of our previous main hosts.

Oh yeah before I forget: My system's collective name is Archer and our title is Silversun Musical Box. Our tag is ⋆ ࣪.🪐🏹 and each system member uses an emoji to indicate who is who. Mine is 🪐. We are an OSDD-1b polyfragmented system with a heavy executive Archer fictive problem. We're bodily born December 19, 1999, making us collectively a Sagittarius (it's by sheer coincidence, I swear to Arceus! We weren't totally influenced by our Zodiac sign in some odd way...😁💘).

More random information about me:

🏹 || Shares the body's birthdate ♐

🏹 || 2-Spirit Butch Non-binaryflux Transmascfem Cusper + Hyperose Demiaroace Objectum Butch4Butch Lesbian | Please use mostly masculine terms with me. 💘

🏹 || Deer + Human hybrid

🏹 || Sick grunge head + Shoegazer

🏹 || Executive Archer introject

🏹 || My interests include: Pokemon (duh!), archery (also duh!), Mouthwashing, Minecraft, the grunge scene, the cold seasons, Crash Bandicoot, avian dinosaurs (owls and ducks are my favourite + has a history of being a budgie mom), other reptilians (fostering a Bearded Dragon), Warriors (the dumb cat book series), obscure fandoms, history, gore, insects (accidental owner of a Superworm Beetle), and a lot more.

🏹 || My top favourite bands are: Alice In Chains, Fleshwater, Greta Van Fleet, Silversun Pickups, Nine Inch Nails, Creed, The Yagas, Days Of The New, Nirvana, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, Bush, Silverchair, The Smashing Pumpkins, The Beatles, Our Lady Peace, The Age Of Electric, Autolux, Kasabian, Led Zeppelin

🏹 || Solo artists I love, too: Björk, Peter Gabriel, David Bowie, Wisp, d4vd, Gary Numan, Chappell Roan

🏹 || My kintypes: Curlfeather (Warriors), Jane Doe (Zenless Zone Zero), Wind Archer (Cookie Run), Hawkeye (Marvel)

🏹 || Comfort character list: Executive Archer (Pokemon), Anya (Mouthwashing), Walter Sullivan (Silent Hill), Mapleshade (Warriors), Sol (Warriors), Grimsley (Pokemon)

🏹 || Comfort song playlist

Some other places:

🎯 || Bluesky | YouTube | TikTok | Instagram | Discord Server

🎯 || Warriors blog | Collective agere blog | Alpha and Omega blog | Objectum blog

🎯 || Garth | Emory | Ragamuffin | 101 Ways | Nameless | Proton | Lance | Ice | Grey | Andrew

🎯 || Graphics hoard (flash warning) | Archer references | Quick tutorials on Minecraft archery (soon) | SoulSilver let's play series (future)

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rjmartin11 · 2 years ago

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I'm Aaron

Chapter Five

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: THE TRUTH IS OUT! Let the chips fall where they may and let the smut follow. Mature audiences only. Viewer Discretion is advised. If you aren't 18 plus, don't interact.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Five! I see y'all screaming at with this one. I beg your forgiveness. If you like this story, send me a like and follow. If you want to be tagged in the next chapter, send me a message.

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Your mouth is on the floor. Your heart rate has accelerated, and you are frozen stuck to your booth. Your eyes haven't left Aaron since he appeared on stage. The same magnetic energy you felt when you met him fills the room. The audience feels it, too.

His leg is going a hundred miles an hour, and he starts to sing.

Well, that's alright, Mama

That alright for you

That's alright mama just anyway you do

Well, that's alright (that's alright)

That's alright (that's alright)

That's alright mama anyway you do!

The way he sings and how the band backs him up is astonishing. You're surprised by how soulful he sounds. In his voice, you hear rhythm, blues, country, and a hint of gospel. It's quite amazing, really.

You have seen firsthand how people react to him. Now, you see why he's so alluring, sensual, primal, and sexy. It does something to you.

You shake that thought away from your mind as embarrassment settles in. You feel made a fool of. You were with Elvis Presley the entire time. He lied to you, and now you want to know what was real and what wasn't.

Another waitress passes by you, and you stop her, asking for a drink. While you wait, Elvis is making jokes about how he started out in the business.

"When I started out singing. It was shaking. *shakes his body* Went on the Ed Sullivan Show, and he goes, "Hmm. Sum bitch." They decided to shoot me from the waist up. Don't let me get started on that tux. *chuckles* They had me singing to a Hound Dog, and the dog growls. *growls* I go grrr. They take the dog away to protect it from me."

You were trying not to laugh with the crowd, but he had a great sense of humor. A bit off beat, but everyone was so entuned with him. The waitress brings your drink, and you start to sip it in an attempt to wash your embarrassment away. Elvis speaks more about how he came to be an actor.

"They sent me out to Hollywood, and they got to do this film. My first film. Let's see if you remember this one."

Love me tender

Love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete and I love you so

Love me tender

Love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darling, I love you, and I always will

The words to this song resonate with you somehow, and a single tear trickles down your cheek. You're moved by the words of this song. It's as if you feel your mother's presence. The way he sings this song makes your heart soar. This song doesn't just exist for lovers but for loved ones. You grin at that thought. Aaron... Elvis is miraculous and brilliant. In your heart, all is forgive. For a moment.

You haven't forgotten about all the screaming women in the lounge. You can barely hear Elvis on stage with the hoards of women yelling and shouting. "Elvis! Elvis!"

He gets to the edge of the stage and starts to bend down at the women at his feet. There's a pretty blonde that grabs his hand, and he kisses her on the lips. Your heart sinks.

He decides to go out in the crowd to be up close and personal with his fans. Women are running from all directions just to have a piece of him. Just one kiss, and that will make their life grand. They crowd all around him, and he's engulfed in a sea of women. He even passes your table, but you don't bother standing up, and he's not close enough to notice you.

The little green eyed monster of jealousy rears its ugly head. You were the woman who had all his attention, not even twelve hours ago. You sip on your glass, waiting for the waitress to return for your refill. You don't think you can make it to the midnight show if this is what you're in for.

"This next song is called Suspicious Minds."

We're cause in a trap

I can't walk out

Because I love you too much baby Why can't you see whatcha doing to me?

When you don't believe a word I'm saying?

We can't go on together with suspicious mind

Suspicious Minds (The Sweet Inspirations)

And we can't build our dreams on Suspicious Minds

The moment you want to leave, he plays another song that speaks to your soul. The words are so relatable and captivating. You can't help but be swept away by them and the way he moves. Him dancing to the music has you paralyzed. He thrusts and shimmies across the stage with glee! He's so comfortable up there in front of an audience. Although there were a few times you could have sworn, he was shaken. He seemed a bit nervous to be in front of a crowd. You almost want to act as silly as the women around you.

It's very close to ten thirty, and you have a feeling this is the last song of the show.

Wise man say only fool rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay would it be a sin

For I can't help falling in love with you

There he goes again, making your heart swoon. You don't know whether to be angry with him or not. Disappointed... maybe because he lied about who he is. How can you trust him again? You're more disappointed in yourself for putting your heart out there the way you did. You gave your virginity to the first guy who told you how beautiful they think you are.

There's a part of you that wants to run back upstairs and pack your bags for Atlanta. The other part of you is saying hear him out. See what he has to say to you. It can't be much to explain, but he made his bed, and he has to lay in it.

Joe comes back to your table and asks you to stay put for the next show. In the meantime, dinner's on Elvis. You are truly famished. If you got here sooner, you would have eaten before the first show.

You decide to order grilled chicken salad. It's clean so you don't ruin your clothing. The service is great. They treat you so well in fact you forget about all your worries. The next set of guests and fans come rolling in to take their seats. You already know what's in store. This time, you get to hear the entire set of the Sweet Inspirations. That brings you joy.

After the Sweet Inspirations finish up, you know it's only ten minutes until Aaron... Elvis reappears back on stage. You take a deep breath and sit back in your booth as the trumpets start once again.

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One hour and forty-five minutes later...

It was the exact same show with a few exceptions. Aaron... Elvis came out in another jumpsuit. A white V neck jumpsuit with silver buttons trailed down the opening, which showed off his chest. Though you hate to admit it, he was breathtaking. He came on stage with more confidence than before. He was still a bit shakey, but you just assumed that it was nervous energy.

His second performance was better than the first. Somehow, he even sounded better. He kissed the women again, and you realized it was a part of his act. He had to show them the love that they gave him. As much as it bothered you, you accepted it as it was. You were going to talk to him about it.

This time during I Can't Help Falling in Love, a handsome guy with brown curly hair came up to you. "Hey, are you Y/N?"

"Yes, sir, I am."

"I'm Jerry. I'm here to take you to the penthouse."

"Oh, okay." You grab your clutch and let Jerry escort you to the elevator to the penthouse.

Jerry breaks the silence by making small talk. "So, how'd you enjoy the shows?"

"This was my first Rock N Roll concert believe that or not. He is truly talented. How long have you worked for Elvis?"

"Oh, almost six years. But we grew together in Memphis. Kinda. I was in middle school when he was leaving high school and starting out big. In that sense, he's more like my big brother than my boss."

"Big brother? So he treats you well."

"Better than well. I mean, I live with him at Graceland. Me and a few of the Mafia guys."

"Mafia?"

"Yeah, the Memphis Mafia. It's about eleven of us. We watch out for E as body guards and security and what not."

"Oh." You look away from Jerry as the elevator door opens to the penthouse. You're nervous. You don't know if it's what Jerry just told you about the Memphis Mafia or that it's almost time to confront your lover. Jerry opens the door to the penthouse, and you are astonished by the suite. Will this man ever cease to amaze you?

"You can either wait here or in his room."

"I actually have to use the restroom. Where is it?"

"It's in the bedroom this way." Jerry leads you to the door and opens it for you like a true gentleman. "That door there leads to the restroom."

"Thank you, Jerry."

He nods at you as he shuts the door behind him. You jog towards the door, not realizing how badly you needed to use the restroom. After relieving yourself and washing your hands, you look yourself over in the mirror. You try to calm yourself down because you see yourself visibly shaking. You've never been great with confrontations. It keeps you silent and reserved most of the time.

You wet your face before heading back into the bedroom. You look around his bedroom and realize you could fit two and a half of your bedrooms in here. He has a bar, a television area with a sofa, a love seat, a baby grand piano, and a rather large bed. You don't want to think about how many conquests that have probably been in that bed, so you decide to sit on the love seat crossing your arms. It's quite chilly in his room, and you begin to rub your shoulders.

Maybe you should leave. What's the point of staying? He lied to you. Those bad thoughts plague your mind again.

You hear a commotion outside the door and get up to investigate. It sounds like a party. Before you touch the handle of the door, someone opens the door. It's him. He has a smile on his face, and you advert your eyes from him.

"Hi, baby." He says as if there's nothing wrong.

You look back in his direction without speaking a word. He steps toward you and you step back.

"You're mad with me."

"Mad doesn't cover it. I believe I'm furious. I feel like a fool." You say as hot tears sting your eyes.

"Please don't cry. I wasn't trying to make you out to be a fool or nothing like that."

"Why didn't you tell me you are Elvis Presley? Why didn't you tell me who you are?"

"I was planning on to tell you after."

"Who the hell is Aaron?"

"Aaron's my middle name." He says, trying to get close to you.

"Your middle name?"

"Yes, please let me explain." He asked. In your mind, there's never a good reason to lie. You really want to run and hide, but instead, you cross your arms and listen to his plea.

"I wanted to get to know you as a regular guy. Without all the glize and glam. I wanted you to see me as more than that singer on stage. The image that everyone sees in the papers. I swear I never lied to you. Though I didn't tell you my first name."

You wipe the tears furiously away from your eyes.

"I don't ever know what to call you."

"Call me whatever you want. I'll answer. Call me Elvis or Aaron. Call me yours."

Those butterflies that you felt in pit of your tummy have returned. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of winning you back so soon. You wanted him to sweat it out some more. He needed to earn you again.

"Y/N, baby, can I get you anything?" He asked.

You shake your head no, with your arms still crossed over your chest. He walks over to you to slowly and takes your hand.

"I think I should go." You say looking into is eyes testing yourself. You know if you look him in the eye any other time you'd stay and do whatever he asks.

"No, please don't go. Stay. We can just talk I promise." He says this with true sincerity never letting go of your hand.

You nod your head and he gives you a little smile. He walks you to the love seat to sit with him.

"Baby, are you sure I can't get to anything?"

"I'm fine, Elvis Aaron." You reply.

"Are you cold? You're shivering." He doesn't listen to you. He realizes that you're trying to pretend to be okay, but you are visibly shaking in front of him. You're cool to the touch. "I'm sorry, baby. I like it cold. I remember what it was like to not have an air conditioner." He grabs one of his robes and wraps it around your arms. You don't stop him. It's very comfortable and warm.

You sit in silence for a while and he grabs your hand again, placing a kiss on it. You will not give into him so quickly.

"Y/N, baby, I love the way you say my first and middle name together."

You glance at him and can't keep the smile off your face. You try to conceal it from him, but you see his smirk. He knows he's won you over again.

"Tell me what you thought about the show."

"When I wasn't mad with you, it was fantastic, but when I found myself angry with you it was good. You have a beautiful voice and the lyrics to your songs are incredible. I felt..."

"What? What did you feel?" He asked anxiously.

"I felt a connection between your words and my life. That Love Me Tender song reminded me of my mother. My angel. Then I felt you were singing directly to me with I Can't Help Falling in Love With You."

"Maybe I was."

"I lost all hope when I saw you making rounds to kiss all those women and girls though."

He closes his eyes and bows his head as if shame takes over him.

"I have to admit that I was jealous of them. Kissing the lips that I thought were mine to kiss."

He looks at you with longing and you see those long eyelashes of his flutter. "They are yours to kiss."

At that moment, you stopped breathing. He just took your words away. He eased his head to yours kissing your lips. You place your hands on his neck kissing him back. He's restoring your faith in him and making you breath again. You both take your time kissing each other. That virgin you were yesterday is truly gone. You know there's no need to rush.

You pull away from him in an attempt to catch your breath, but don't look him in the eyes.

"Baby, you still mad at me?"

You don't answer him. You just close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing. You grab a hold to the robe around your arms.

"Y/N, let me make it up to you."

"How?"

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Fifteen minutes later...

He wanted to show you a new position... in bed. It was similar to what you did in the shower this morning but less water and more stability.

He never ceasing to amaze you, he slid his cock into your dripping, heated core from behind. He caresses your breasts as you grip on a pillow for dear life. How does he come up with these positions? As you both work your way into a frenzy, you both moan in pleasure. This turns you on even more. How could you stay mad at him?

As he pushes himself in to you, these filthy thoughts fill your mind. He's brilliant. He's a fucking genius! A mad sexologist! He indeed is a king!

He kisses the back of your neck and whispers in your ear, "You feel is good. So warm. So wet. God, you're so fucking wet. Taking my cock so good."

He removes one of his hands from your breast slides it down your hip and thigh. Elvis then takes your thigh and pulls it back over his leg for more friction. The feeling is incredible. You're so aroused you touch yourself and swivel your hips into him.

"Elvis." You breathe out his name, and he grips you tighter as you moan deeper. Your sees roll in the back of your head, and you see stars orbit around you as you cum. You let out a cry as you cum all over him, and he gripped your waist tighter to escape into the pleasure you're in.

"Fucking Christ almighty!" He shouts and cums on your thighs and ass. You both just lay there for a moment, completely spent, trying to catch your breath.

He turns you over to face him, and he gives you a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around him. Embracing him, you wrap your leg over his leg.

"You are incredible." He whispers to you, kissing your cheek.

You open your eyes and look at him. "Am I? Is this all you want from me?"

"No, I want all of you." He says, placing his hands on your face to look into your eyes.

You push his hands away from your face and sit up in the bed, covering yourself.

"I thought we were just going to talk?"

"Baby, we are talking."

"I have to go. I can't stay here." You jump out the bed looking for your dress and bra.

"Y/N, baby. Please stay." He says, jumping out the bed.

"No, Elvis Aaron. I can't stay. It was wrong of me to come here. It's wrong for me to be with you."

You ran out of his room without putting on your shoes. With him not being dressed at all, he couldn't stop you. You ran past the guys and out the penthouse door to the elevator. Thankfully, the door opened when you hit the button and you entered the car.

As the elevator sinks down to your floor, so goes your heart sinking in your chest. Why did you leave? Have you not forgiven him earlier? Why did you run away? Is it fear from the way Elvis makes you feel? In his arms, you feel beautiful, safe, and... loved. He makes you feel like you're the only girl in the room.

It's too soon! You just met him on Friday night. Why are you running from your feelings? Sure, you've had crushes on boys. None of them ever made you feel this way.

The elevator opens up to your floor, and you run to your door. When you enter your room, you slam the door, lock it, and run straight to the bathroom. You turn on the shower, lose your dress and bra, and jump in.

As you let the water rinse away your sex, you remember you left your lace panties in Elvis' room. It's too late now. You're not going back there anytime soon. You sob a bit as the water falls over your curls. You think surely he won't want you after this. You acted as a child, plus he got what he wanted from you. This is the end.

You exit out the shower and dry off. You don't look in the mirror, for shame has covered you in the worst way. You grab your robe and cover your body. You hug yourself.

You sit on the bed as the phone rings. You know it's him. You stare at the phone and just let ring. When it finally stops, you pick up the receiver and leave it off the hook.

How could you allow yourself to fall so fast? Your father would be disappointed in the woman you've become. Then you remember the opinion that mattered to you the most. Your mama. She would ask you how does he treat you. Is he kind? A real gentleman or snake in the grass? Does he make you feel valued and special?

"Yes, ma'am. He's the best guy, but I don't believe I'm the best girl."

"Why not? Y/N, you are magnificent. You have a beauty that radiates from the inside out. You have the strength to do anything in the world, and you of all are worthy of true love. Baby girl, don't be afraid to give your heart away."

"Yes, Mama." You shed tears over the conversation you would have with your mama. You curl up in the fetal position on the bed and just allow yourself to fall asleep.

Tomorrow has to be better than today. Maybe it's time to leave Vegas even though you're paid up for another four days. You can't face him again. Your heart aches but it's best to end it now.

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