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ohsonowyouwantahazel · 6 months ago

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hazbin hotel & diving butt-first

(dated: 28.04.24) (posting again)

s01e01

just watched the pilot. this is skjdfhdkhg. first of all, i am pleased that stephanie beatriz picks such amazing projects. second of all. the animation?????? it is scratching my brain in all the right ways OH my GOD. i fucking love 2d animation & i will eat this shit up anyday over the ugly gray shit that hollywood spouts.

vaggie's full name is...vagina? i have been saying it vaj-ie in my head (ykwim) & that is probably her name? that's gotta be the funniest gag (if it's true)

the "angel" being a porn star is such a direct gag too my god & never have i ever been aroused by a 2d crack spider so much. huh. maybe i am a spidercreature too.

the colors, i am telling you, the colors. this is pushing me to pick up my sketchbook and work again. storyboard block destroyer.

the PREMISE is very interesting and hopefully scrumptious HELL of a ride to watch unfold & charlie is so adorable and hilarious to watch <3

thank you to @/thesequelnobodywanted on ig for making the reel to end my misery & introducing me to this show

(this is going to be continued as i will update on this post every episode)

oh i forgot to mention, alastor having a radio voice is just such a fucking fine detail. my god. i love this show already. give me 800 seasons immediately.

s01e02

ooooo. those are the veees. ooooo.

angel and vaggie are already my favorite characters i am telling you. angel is so fucking funny i'll tear my hair out.

HAZ-BIN. HAS BEEN. HAZ-BIN. THAT'S WHAT THE HOTEL MEANS.

gjdhfkhdjkgh alastor is so hot & also this episode was so incredibly cute????? fjdhkgjhfg why do i have to watch everything to have some lore why can't i just like!!!!! watch the same episode a million times!

it is so lame to get emotional over this but the way charlie tries to help sir pentious is :3 also "radio killed the video star" AKSDHDKGDG FUCKIN AWESOME

s01e03

vaggie & charlie are dating right???? like they're obviously very clearly together?

the way this is a musical djbsjd and my first one that too

the big ancient zestial guy is SO cool. cosplaying him.

angel is so so so hot <3 girlfriend gender fr (actually angel's adorable and they deserve better uwu

s01e04

ANGEL DESERVES BETTER!?!?!?!?!?!!!

charlie is such a babie djbdjdjdn but also privileged SO USE THAT PRIVILEGE!

she set the whole thing in fire oh my god. IS VAL A MOTH? oh my god?????? oh that's the mother and spider thing oh. oh. okay.

............ that was. bro.

bro that broke my heart????? angel fucking deserves better istg??? i've been saying?????

husker is such andhebdjf <3 need a bestie like this

i see the husker x angel ship aye

vaggie is the best. girlfriend. love her sm.

angel's whole story is so :< i will cwy

I FHDBSJD ANGEL :(((( MY ANGEL

s01e05

i think lucifer and alastor should have a daddy-off where they bang it out nicely over a lovely glass of wine all giggling for being such misery parent-coded

this show is so fucking clever i swear to mfing god. fhhehdjd. first the moth and the spider, second the "apple doesn't fall far" JIEHDJ SHUT UP STOP BEING SO SMART?

vaggie is literally the most preciousest girlfriend, she's really the knight to her princess fr <3

"you'll be w me" "in spirit right?" "in heaven" shsbdbf CACKLING

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thoughts so far: - pacing so far is a little bit off because i feel like we've gotten in 5 whole episodes and the story really has not moved very much except like a very small bit of character lore? usually i tend to know more about them by atleast ep 3 but however if they're making this a big part series i would understand - it is entertaining for sure but it would be REALLY worthwhile if they had the sex jokes be SLIGHTLY clever BUT. but. the way they did angel was very very refreshing because i am sick of the "slut" being a shitty person all the time in every other trope so i will give them that. - djkgfdhgkdjhgdjk i know that charlie is the main character but i don't really like her THAT much. like i understand she cares a lot about this thing & that she isn't really being allowed to do it her way BUT she's literally. the child of the devil himself, she's the princess of hell. she could be doing a lot more w her power. she needs to harness that. what is going on w that. i mean, why is she particularly the protagonist? she isn't doing it a lot for me. sfhkdgjdfg.

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s01e06

(spoilers!!!!!)

WDYMDGKHDFG WDYM VAGGIE WAS AN ANGEL. OH. OH THIS IS AWESOME. OOOO. LOVE THAT.

...........angel. i love you my angel he's the real angel fr. my god. best boi.

this episode was wayyyy better than the previous ones because we're finally having the story move <3 I LOVE that! looking forward to the next episode now that a lot of changes have happened!!!!

oh and charlie!!! charlie is having a good arc! like she's actually meaning to something!

s01e07

i was SO worried my vaggie/charlie thing would be weirded but i loved how charlie is this person looking to redeem people & vaggie is trying to redeem herself and i totally loved how simple and adorable this episodes entire thing was?

SUPER pumped that the show is getting better and better w each turn. i think w these episodes the previous pacing makes sense, i am really enjoying this hehehe. it is very, very fun.

CANNIBALS WERE NOT THE ARMY I WAS EXPECTING WHEN I SAW THE EP NAME BUT WOOHOO

im. scared abt the next ep? bitch, everyone better be alive and kickin. i need my angel & vaggie & alastor and everyone.

oh also, alastor is such a literal walking red flag i'd be casual best friends w him (if he wasn't a serial killer)

s01e08 - finale

the battle. alastor. fuck. the girlfriends. oh my mfing god.

oh oshfdkjghdfjg my cutie patootie angel being a cutie patootie.

sir pentious iS SUCH A BABIE OMG LITTLE BOI fuck i love everyone in this show SO much??????????

BRUH. THE BATTLE IS EPIC???? THIS IS SUCH A WELL DONE BATTLE FOR 2D ANIMATION OH MY GOD <3

FUCK YEAH FUCK STAB THEM NIFFTY FUCK YEAH LETS GO.

oh boy.......

w. LUCIFER? FUCK. YES. DADDY'S BACK BABY WHO YOU FUCKIN W?

not lucifer going "i'm going to fuck you now" I'D LOVE TO SEE THAT I PROMISE PLS DO.

...........................................niffty stabbing adam out of all. lmfao.

also. adam is such a dick. fr. (ykwim) & dfjhgfkdjgfg he's like such an anti-man guy and I FUCKIN love how he's written. love when men are written like themselves and it is so clearly pathetic. fuck that guy. The Guy. lmao.

uh. the fuck you mean sir pentious is dead? are you fuckin insane?

oH NO HE JUST WENT TO HEAVEN. aw he's the new seraphim <3 love that guy

.................lilith being in heaven? oh damn. oh damn. oH DAMN. THAT'S THREE OH DAMNS. huh. looking SO forward to the second season????

final verdict: 4/5 stars

uh. fuck what anyone else has said i love this show bro???? fuck it's funny as fuck and entertaining and very very awesome takes on its whole sinner redemption thing. fuckin awesome. 10/10 recommend.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years ago

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Love and Medicine ~ 2

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Word Count: 4,600ish

Summary: Your second day as an intern continues.....

You were trying not to make it obvious that you were hurrying down the hall. But you were pretty sure you were failing miserably. As you continued, without looking back, a hand suddenly grabbed your upper arm and pulled you into an on-call room.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, stumbling through the door. You looked to see that it was Steve—Dr. Rogers. “Dr. Rogers—“

“Dr. Rogers?” He repeated, sounding a little hurt. “This morning it was Steve. Now it’s Dr. Rogers.”

“Dr. Rogers, we should pretend it never happened.”

“What never happened, you sleeping with me last night? Or you throwing me out this morning? Because both are fond memories I’d like to hold onto.”

“No. There will be no memories. I'm not the girl in the bar anymore, and you're not the guy. This can't exist. You get that, right?”

“You took advantage of me and now you want to forget about it.”

“I did not take—“

“I was drunk, vulnerable and good-looking and you took advantage.”

You gave him a tight smile. “Okay, I was the one who was drunk, and you are not that good-looking.”

“Well, maybe not today. But last night, last night I was very good-looking. I had my blue shirt on, my good-looking shirt, you took advantage.”

“I did not take—“

“You want to take advantage again? Say Friday night?”

“Did you just— No! You're an attending. And I'm your intern. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve seen me naked.”

Steve simply smirked. “Well, I have.”

“Dr. Rogers. This is inappropriate. Has that ever occurred to you?”

You quickly left the room, leaving Steve staring at the shutting door with a sigh. He stepped out and over to the nearest nurses station.

“Oh, no,” another doctor came up, handing papers over to a nurse behind a desk. “I’ve seen that look before… I know that look, I think I invented it.”

“Oh shut it, Tony,” Steve said, coming up beside him.

“You know you—“

“I said shut it, didn’t I?”

“Okay, okay.” Tony held his hands up in defense. “I’ll shut it. Just don’t come whining to me when it all blows to hell.”

~~~

Deciding you needed to get your mind off Dr. Rogers, you went up to the OR gallery. You were sitting with other interns, watching Scott Lang prep for surgery.

“He’s going to faint,” one of the interns commented. “He’s a fainter.”

“Naaah, code brown,” another one added. “Right in his pants.”

“He’s all about the flops. He’s going to sweat himself unsterile.”

“Ten bucks says he messes up the McBird,” a third one said.

“Twenty says he cries,” Natasha, who you were seated by, said.

“I’ll put twenty on a total meltdown,” the second intern added.

“Fifty says he pulls the whole thing off,” you interrupted, fed up. Everyone looked at you, silent, while your eyes remained on Scott. “That’s one of us down there. The first one of us. Where’s your loyalty?”

There was a brief pause before Natasha continued, “Seventy five says he can’t even ID the appendix.”

“I’ll take that action,” Val responded, others agreeing.

“Okay, Lang,” Maria Hill said in the OR, which you could hear in the gallery. “Let’s see what you can do.”

“Here it comes,” you whispered, trying to be hopeful.

“Scalpel,” Scott requested, hand out.

“Scalpel,” a nurse replied, putting the instrument in his hand.

As Scott took it, the interns cheered from in the gallery. Dr. Hill quickly motioned for them to shut up.

“That Hill, she’s trouble,” Val commented, causing some interns to laugh.

“More pressure,” Hill advised as Scott got ready to cut. “Human flesh is a tough shell, dig in.”

“Pick-ups,” Scott requested after cutting.

“Pick-ups,” the nurse responded.

“Clamp.”

“Met some bone. I’m there.”

“Damn, he got the peritoneum and he opened him up,” a male intern commented.

“I told you,” you gloated. “He’s going to pull it off.”

“Scalpel,” Scott requested.

“Scalpel,” the nurse responded.

All of the interns watched with bated breath as Scott preformed the procedure.

“Appendix is out,” Scott stated, tossing it into a tray while the interns cheered.

“Not bad,” Hill commented.

“Thank you.”

“Now all you have to do is invert the stump into the chum and simultaneously pull up on the purse-strings but be careful not to—“ a rip sound came through “—break them.” Hill groaned. “He ripped the cecum. Got a bleeder. You’re filling with stool, what do you do now?”

“Uh.. uh….”

“Think. You start the suction, and you start digging for those purse-strings before she bleeds to death. Coulson, give him a clamp.”

“BP’s dropping,” a nurse informed.

“He’s choking,” Natasha stated.

“Come on, Scott,” you whispered.

“Today,” Hill urged, getting irritated. “Pull your balls out of your back pocket, let's go. What are you waiting for, suction?” Beeping started.

“Getting too low folks,” the nurse said. “Dr. Hill…”

“Get out of the way,” Hill said, pushing Scott over to take his place. “Pansy-ass idiot. Get him out of here. Suction… Clamp.”

“007,” the male intern from before stated.

“007,” another intern repeated. “Yep, that’s a total 007.”

“What’s 007 mean?” Val asked.

“Licensed to kill,” you answered.

~~~

A few hours later, you and the rest of your intern group had found a basement hallway with empty beds along it. You all decided it was a nice place to lay low for a moment.

“007,” Scott muttered. “They're calling me 007, aren't they?”

“No one’s calling you 007,” you and Clint responded.

“I was on the elevator and Quill whispered 007.”

“Oh, how many times do we have go through this, Scott, five, ten?” Natasha was fed up. “Give me a number or else I'm going to hit you.”

“Quill whispered 007 and everyone laughed.”

“He wasn’t talking about you,” Val said.

“You sure?”

“Would we lie to you?” You asked.

“Yes.”

“007 is a state of mind,” Natasha said.

“So says the girl who finished top of her class as Stanford.”

All of their pagers went off, causing them to look down at them.

“Oh man,” you grumbled. “It’s 911 for Savannah Chase. I gotta go.” You ran off, leaving the rest of them there.

“Maybe I should've gone into geriatrics,” Scott continued. “No one minds when you kill an old person.”

“Surgery is hot, it's the Marines, it's the macho, it's hostile, it's hardcore,” Natasha said. “Geriatrics is for freaks who live with their mothers and never have sex.”

“I’ve got to get my own place.”

“Same,” Clint agreed.

~~~

Running into Savannah’s room, you immediately noticed that she was sitting up, reading a magazine.

“Took you long enough,” Savanah said.

“You’re okay?” You huffed, trying to catch your breath. “The nurse paged me 911.”

“I had to go all Exorcist to get her to even pick up the phone.”

“Wait. There’s—There’s nothing wrong with you?”

“I’m bored.” She shrugged. “I thought you could help me.”

“You little— I’m not your personal assistant.”

“You don't have to wig out. The pageant's supposed to be on cable, but this crappy hospital doesn't get the channel. If that cow Casey Childs is gonna walk off with my crown, I have to see it. Can you call someone?”

“Okay. This is an actual hospital. There are sick people here. Go to sleep, and stop wasting my time.”

“But I can't sleep. My head's all full.”

“That's called thinking. Go with it.”

You stormed off. If this is how the patients were all the time, you didn’t know how much longer you could last. And it was only your first day, of your intern year.

~~~

Hours later, you were standing at a nurses station, working on paperwork for a patient, while you overheard another conversation.

“4B’s got post-op pneumonia,” it was a male intern from before. “Let’s start antibiotics.”

“Are you sure that’s the right diagnosis?” A male nurse questioned.

“Well I don't know, I'm only an intern. Here's an idea, why don't you go spend four years in med school and let me know if it's the right diagnosis. She's short of breath, she's got fever, she's post-op. Start the antibiotics.” The intern walked over to you, clearly checking you out. “I hate nurses. I’m Peter. I’m with Sam Wilson, you’re with Gamora, right?”

“She may not have pneumonia, you know. She could be splinting, or have a PE.”

“Like I said, I hate nurses.” Peter began to walk away.

“What did you just say? Did you just call me a nurse?”

“Well, if the white cap fits…”

You groaned as your pager beeped, turning away to not have to see Peter anymore. “Damn it, Savannah.” You left, not an any hurry to get to Savannah’s room.

“She seeing anybody?” Peter asked Clint.

“I don’t know,” Clint replied.

Peter whistled. “She’s hot.”

“I'm friends with her. I mean, kinda friends, I mean, not, you know, actually friends, not exactly, but we're tight. We hang out. I mean, really only just today—“

“Dude.”

“—but—“

“Dude. Stop talking.”

~~~

You took your time getting to Katie’s room. As you walked up the hallway towards her room, you noticed nurses rushing in. That’s when you finally picked up your pace.

“What took you so long?” A blonde female nurse yelled as you entered the room, overwhelmed by the sight before you.

“She's having multiple grand mal seizures, now how do you want to proceed?” A male nurse asked. You froze at the doorway, unable to move. “Dr. L/N? Are you listening to me? She's got Diazepam, 2mg Diazepam, I just gave her a second ago, Dr. L/N, you need to tell us what you want to do. Dr. L/N!”

Still panicking, you picked up Katie’s chart. “Okay, she’s full on prazepam?” You asked.

“She’s had 4mg,” the female nurse responded.

“Did you page Dr. Gamora and Dr. Rogers?”

“Yes!”

“The prazepam’s not working,” the male nurse stated.

“Phenobarbital, load her with Phenobarbital,” you ordered, still struggling to move from your spot. The scene before you, extremely overwhelming.

“Pheno’s in.”

“No change,” a third nurse said.

“You paged Dr. Rogers?” You repeated.

“I just told you—“

“Well page him again! Stat!”

“What do you want to do? Dr. L/N, you need to tell us what you want to do!” The monitors started beeping. “Heart’s stopped!”

“Code blue, code blue! Code blue, code blue!” The first nurse shouted.

The nurses pulled out the defibrillators as your brain finally began to work again. You quickly took the defibrillators away from the nurse.

“Charge pulse of two hundred,” you ordered.

“Charged,” the nurse responded. “Clear.” You used the defibrillators on Katie’s chest, only to get no response. “Still defib. Nothing. 19 seconds.”

“Charge to 300.”

“300.” You tried again, only to fail. “27 seconds.”

“Charge to 360.” You tried again, with still nothing. “Come on, Savannah.”

“49 seconds.”

“At 60 seconds you’re supposed to admit her—“

“Charge again!” You ordered, the nurse not following. “Charge again.” The nurse does and you try again. On the monitor you see Savannah’s blood pressure (BP) register. “Anything?”

“I see sinus rhythm,” the first nurse replied.

“Blood pressure’s coming up,” the second nurse added.

“Alright now. Pressure’s returning. Grid’s coming back—“

“What the hell happened?” Dr. Rogers asked, running into the room.

“She had a seizure,” you responded, “and—“

“A seizure?”

“Her heart stopped.”

“You were supposed to be monitoring her.”

“I checked on her and she—“

“I got it.” Dr. Rogers started checking Savannah. “Just—just go.” You turned away, heading out. “Someone give me her chart, please?”

As you walked out of the room, you weren’t feeling the greatest. You were still overwhelmed and disappointed in yourself. Gamora was waiting for you not far outside the room.

“You get a 911, you page me immediately,” Gamora stated, “not in the five minutes it takes you to get to the emergency, immediately, you are on my team and if somebody dies it's my ass.” You kept walking, needing some fresh air. “You hear me, L/N?”

“Y/N?” Natasha called out.

You kept walking, ignoring everyone. Natasha followed you as you exited the main doors. It was raining outside, but you didn’t care. You leaned over and threw up on the patch of grass outside the hospital. Natasha watched from the doorway. Taking a deep breath, you wiped your mouth and headed back for the doors.

“If you tell anyone, ever…” You threatened Natasha as you entered the hospital.

~~~

Just after hour 24, all the interns were paged to the conference room. Looking around, you could tell everyone was exhausted. Natasha was sitting next to you, you furrowed your brows in confusion as you watched her.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m suturing a banana,” Natasha answered, “with the vain hope that it wakes up my brain.” Scott laughed from beside them. “What’re you smiling at, 007?” Scott immediately stopped laughing. “I’m sorry, I get mean when I’m tired.”

“You know what? I don’t care,” Scott said. “I comforted a family, and I get to hang out in the OR today. All is well.”

“Does anybody know why we’re here?” Clint asked.

“We’re probably all getting fired,” Val suggested. “And we’ve only been here for 24 hours. They’re going to get rid of the whole class and start fresh.”

“Well good morning,” Dr. Rogers greeted as he entered the room with Gamora. “I'm going to do something pretty rare for a surgeon, I'm going to ask interns for help. I've got this kid, Savannah Chase. Right now, she's a mystery. She doesn't respond to her meds. Labs are clean, scans are pure, but she's having seizures. Grand mal seizures with no visible cause. She's a ticking clock. She's going to die, if I don't make a diagnosis. Which is where you come in. I can't do it alone. I need your extra minds, extra eyes, I need you to play detective, I need you to find out why Savannah is having seizures. I know you're tired, you're busy, you've got more work than you could possibly handle. I understand. So, I'm going to give you an incentive. Whoever finds the answer rides with me. Savannah needs surgery. You get to do what no interns get to do. Scrub in to assist on an advanced procedure. Dr Gamora's going to hand you Savannah's chart. The clock is ticking fast, people. If we're going to save Savannah's life, we have to do it soon.”

All the interns grabbed copies of her chart and went their separate ways. You stayed sitting at the conference room table, trying to avoid helping with Savannah’s case.

“Hey, I want in on Rogers’ surgery,” Natasha stated, turning to you. "You've been the intern on Savannah since the start. You want to work together? We find the answer, we have a fifty-fifty chance of scrubbing in.”

“I'll work with you, but I don't want in on the surgery,” you replied. “You can have it.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s the biggest opportunity any intern will ever get.”

“I don’t want to spend any more time with Rogers than I have to.”

“What do you have against Rogers?”

“If we find the answer, the surgery’s yours. Do you want to work together or not?”

Natasha grinned, nodding her head. “Oh yeah.”

~~~

“Well, she doesn't have anoxia, chronic renal failure or acidosis,” Natasha stated while you and her were seated at a table in the medical center’s library. “It's not a tumor because her CT's clean. Are you seriously not going to tell me why you won't work with Rogers?”

“Nope,” you replied. “What about infection?”

“No. There's no white count, she has no ceteal lesions, no fevers, nothing in her spinal tap, just tell me.”

“You can't comment, make a face, or react in any way.” Natasha gave a slight nod. “We had sex.”

Natasha’s mouth opened in surprise before she quickly closed it. “What about an aneurysm?” She continued, trying to do as you had asked.

“No blood on the CT, and no headaches.”

“Okay. There's no drug use, uh, no pregnancy, no trauma… was he good? I mean, he looks like he would be, was it any good?”

“What are the answers?” You ignored her questions. The truth was, he was good. REALLY good. The best sex you’ve had in, well, ever. “What if no one comes up with anything?”

“You mean if she dies?”

“Yeah.”

“This is gonna sound really bad, but I really wanted that surgery.”

“She's just never going to get the chance to turn into a person. The sum total of her existence will be almost winning Miss Teen whatever. You know what her pageant talent is?”

"They have talent?”

“Rhythmic gymnastics.” You both laughed.

“Oh, come on.”

“What is rhythmic gymnastics? I don't know - I can't even say it, I don't know what it is.”

“Isn’t it like something with a ball, and a—“ You suddenly went still, realizing what was going on with Savannah. “What? Y/N, what?”

“Get up!” You jumped up. “Come on!”

You explained to Natasha, as you both ran to find Dr. Rogers, that you believed she had an aneurysm.

“—the only thing she could possibly need is a—“ Natasha was saying as you found Dr. Rogers heading onto an elevator. “Oh, oh, Dr. Rogers! Just one moment, um, uh, Savannah competes in beauty pageants—“

“I know that,” Dr. Rogers responded. “But we have to save her life anyway.”

“Okay, she has no headaches, no neck pain, her CT's clean, there's no medical proof of an aneurysm—“

“Right.” Dr. Rogers stepped into the elevator.

“—but what if she has an aneurysm anyway?”

“There are no indicators.”

“Ah,” Natasha stopped the elevator, “but she twisted her ankle, a few weeks ago when she was practicing for the pageant—“

“Look, I appreciate you're trying to help, but—“

“This is not helping!” A doctor in the elevator shouted.

“She fell,” you tried. “When she twisted her ankle, she fell.”

“It was no big deal, not even a bump on the head,” Natasha explained, “you know she got right back up, iced her ankle and everything was fine, it was a fall so minor her doctor didn't even think to mention it when I was taking her history, but she did fall.”

“Well, you know the chances that a minor fall could burst an aneurysm, one in a million!” Dr. Rogers said. “Literally.”

The elevator door finally was allowed to close. You and Natasha looked at each other with a sigh before turning away. You’re caught by surprise when you hear the elevator ding. Turning back around, you see Dr. Rogers stepping out.

“Let’s go,” he ordered.

“Where?” Natasha asked.

“To find out if Savannah’s one in a million.”

~~~

Getting Savannah’s scans done and back seemed like an eternity for the three of you. When the scans were finally up, it turned out that you had been right.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Dr. Rogers commented.

“There is it,” the tech operating the scan pointed at the dark spots on the monitor.

“It's minor, but it's there. It's a cerebachnoid haemorrhage. She's bleeding into her brain. Let’s go.” Dr. Rogers led them out of the room and down the hall. “She could've gone her entire life without it ever being a problem. One tap in the right spot—“

“And explode,” Natasha said.

“Exactly. Now I have to fix it. You two did great work. Love to stay and kiss your asses, but I gotta tell Savannah s parents she's having surgery.” They reached the nurses station. “Savannah Chase's chart, please.”

“Here you go,” a nurse said, handing it over.

“Oh, and Dr. Rogers,” Natasha said, "you said that you’d pick someone to scrub in if we helped.”

“Oh, yes, right,” Dr. Rogers responded. “Um, I'm sorry I can't take you both, it's going to be a full house. Y/N, I'll see you in OR.” You looked at Dr. Rogers, who’s blue eyes felt like they could see right through you. Natasha was also looking at you, waiting for you to give her the surgery. “Good,” Dr. Rogers continued, “thank you.” Then he took his leave.

Natasha looked back at you, clearly pissed. “You’ve got to be kidding me! You said that you didn’t want to work with him anymore, that if we worked together and found the answer, you’d give me the surgery.”

“Natasha…”

“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “Don’t Natasha me. He looked at you with those gorgeous blue eyes and you couldn’t say no! You’re already wrapped around his finger and I’m not going to be a pawn in the game.”

She stormed off. Leaving you standing there, knowing she was right.

~~~

Natasha and Val were sitting back in the empty corridor with the spare beds, again.

“Val,” Natasha complained, trying to get Val to stop making excuses for you.

“Maybe Y/N couldn’t—“

“Val!”

“I’ll tell him I changed my mind,” you said, coming into the corridor. “You can—“

“No, no, don’t do me any favors. It’s fine.”

“Natasha—“

“You know what, you did a cutthroat thing, deal with it. Don't come to me for absolution, you want to be a shark, be a shark.”

“I’m not—“

“Oh yes you are. Only it makes you feel all bad in your warm gooey places. No, screw you. I don't get picked for surgeries because I slept with my boss. You know, some of us have to earn what we get.” Natasha stormed away, again.

“Wait…” Val said from behind. “You slept with someone… who did you sleep with?!” You groaned, resting your head in your hands. “Was it Stark? I’ve only met him once but he’s hot. But I’d only hit Banner and Hill too. Oh! Was it—“

“I’m not doing this.” You shook your head and walked away.

“I’ll find out soon enough!” Val laughed.

~~~

You went searching for Dr. Rogers, determined to give the surgery to Natasha. You found him shaving Savannah’s head.

“I promised I’d make her look cool,” he said upon noticing you. “Apparently being a bald beauty queen is the worst thing that happened in the history of the world.”

“Did you choose me for the surgery because I slept with you?” You quietly asked.

“Yes,” he quickly answered before a long pause. “I’m kidding.”

“I'm not going to scrub in for surgery. You should ask Natasha. She really wants it.”

“You're Savannah's doctor. And on your first day, with very little training, you helped save her life. You earned the right to follow her case to the finish. You… you shouldn't let the fact that we had sex get in the way of you taking your shot. Besides, it was very good sex. It should have given you a boost.”

“Dr. Rogers, I— ugh!” You quickly left, leaving him to chuckled to himself.

~~~

Clint and you were outside of the medical center, needing some fresh air. Clint sat on a bench as you paced in front of him.

“I wish I wanted to be a chef,” you said. “Or a ski instructor. Or a kindergarten teacher.”

“You know, I would've been a really good postal worker,” Clint said, dazed. “I'm dependable. You know, my parents tell everyone they meet that their son's a surgeon. As if it's a big accomplishment. A superhero or something. If they could see me now…”

“When I told my mother I wanted to go to medical school, she tried to talk me out of it. Said I didn't have what it takes to be a surgeon. That I'd never make it. So, the way I see it, superhero sounds pretty damn good.”

“We’re going to survive this, right?”

“We can only hope.”

~~~

You were standing at a nurses station, trying to fill in a patient chart, as Dr. Fury, the Chief of Surgery, was taking to Peter Quill, the intern.

“She’s still short of breath,” Fury stated. “Did you get an ABG or a chest film?”

“Oh, yes sir, I did,” Peter answered, a little bit too cockily.

“And what did you see?”

“Oh, well, I had a lot of patients last—“

“Name the common causes of post-op fever.”

“Uh… yes, sir.” Peter quickly pulled a notebook out of his pocket.

“From your head. Not from a book. don’t look it up, learn it. It should be in your head. Name the common causes of post-op fever.”

“Uh...the common causes of post-op…”

“Can anybody name the common causes of post-op fever?” Fury shouted to the whole floor. Everyone stopped, one girl pulling out her own notebook.

“Wind, water, wound, walking, wonder drugs,” you stated, causing everyone to look at you. “The five W’s. Most of the time it’s wind, splinting or pneumonia. Pneumonia’s easy to assume, especially if you’re too busy to do the tests.”

Fury gave Peter a pointed look before looking back at you. “What do you think’s wrong with 4B?”

“The fourth W, walking. I think she’s a promise candidate for a pulmonary ambulus.”

“How would you diagnose?”

“Spiral CT, VQ scan, provide O2, dose with Heparin, and consult for an IVC filter.”

Fury turned back to Peter. “Do exactly as she says, then tell Wilson that I want you off this case.” He turned back to you and Peter walked away. “Very impressive, Dr. L/N. Can’t wait to see more. Welcome to the gang.”

“Thank you, sir.”

~~~

You were scrubbed in and waiting in the OR with the rest of those who would be on Savannah’s surgery before Dr. Rogers was. The OR and gallery were full, wanting to watch the one in a million brain aneurysm.

“Alright everybody,” Dr. Rogers said, coming in with his red-white-and-blue scrub cap on. “It’s a beautiful night to save lives. Let’s have some fun.”

You watched in awe as Dr. Rogers performed the surgery. It was the greatest thing you had ever witnessed and you longed to be more apart of it than you were. After the surgery was over, you sat outside the OR in a happy daze.

“It was a good surgery,” Natasha said as she stopped in front of you.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

Natasha sat beside you, sighing. “We don't have to do that thing where I say something, and then you say something, and then somebody cries, and there's like a moment—“

“Yuck.”

“Good. You should get some sleep. You look like crap.”

“I look better than you.”

“That’s not possible.”

Natasha then took her leave. Dr. Rogers then came out of the OR. He stopped at the desk for some paperwork while you stared at him, still dazed.

“That was amazing,” you said with a shy smile.

“Mmm,” Dr. Rogers hummed in agreement, still working on the papers.

“You practice on cadavers, you observe, and you think you know what you're going to feel like standing over that table, but...that was such a high.” Dr. Rogers looked at you and nodded. “I don’t know why anybody does drugs.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” you smiled.

Dr. Rogers smiled back a bit. “I should go do this.”

“You should.”

He started walking backwards, unable to take his eyes off you just yet. “I’ll see you around.”

“See you around.”

next chapter >

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nellynee · 2 years ago

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Trollstopia Blindblogging: episode 6A - Girl’s Night

This is very much a Val episode, which makes it a solid 3.5 by default. But the song in this is boppin, it’s got some really cute moments, and freaking PICK JAGGER bumps it up to a 4 for sure. Demo is Valid and So is Val and Poppy scares me more with every episode

You know I occasionally spend time thinking about the different relationship with music Trolls have in the movie continuity vs the cartoon. How, with the exception of “Get Back Up Again”, most movie song breaks appear to be already established work being recited both in canon and in real life or at the very least are vague enough to be reperformed in the future, while in the cartoon they burst into song about their very, very specific circumstance. Movie song breaks are more about the vibe, the feeling of the scene, while in the cartoon it’s all very literal. I think a lot of the cultural implications of previously written and composed music vs original work in the different tribes, where it’s appropriate and how it’s viewed. I think a lot about the music I wish we could see in the cartoon if copywrite laws weren't a burning stranglehold of a hellscape and by whom. That being said....

This is ladies' night, and the feelings right. This is ladies' night, oh what a night.

Like, given how Val is supposed to be an expy of Barb, I expected her to be at least a little bit more Tsundere over Poppy but... she really actually doesn’t like Poppy does she?

Ok I can’t blame Poppy for not being able to take “ugh” for an answer. There’s some coding that she was a highly indulged child, raised to be an authority figure who has self assigned everyone’s happiness as part of her job as said authority figure, and the one Troll for a very long time they she knew who was exceptionally negative compared to her cohort turned out in the end to be largely performative and needed/still needs aggressively persistent approaches to get him to attempt new things that he tends to largely enjoy at the end. Poppy has been tailor made to not take no for an answer. She is an incredibly flawed product of her upraising and I adore her for it. Still a very yikes on trikes look tho.

BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL

on the one hand that overly cheerful giggle as her scissors slowly went towards the paper was terrifying. On the other hand, Val, same. UGH

“Next thing you know, we’ll be talking about our feelings” Val says, draped on a comfortable couch with her Manager, talking about her feelings.

Ok they of course went in a really silly direction but the idea of Val feeling like she’s “Loosing her Edge” is a legit concern that could have been addressed in a very interesting way. That, as a migrant in a new, melting pot city, the idea of getting swept along and loosing your own culture is a very real concern of migrants across the world. Like that’s a legit issue people have. That could have been talked about.

Alternatively though, they could still potentially talk about Troll constants, and learning to explore and incorporate new aspects of yourself without feeling like loosing a core aspect of your personality. That is also a conversation to be had. I doubt we will have that conversation. But we could.

“wanna mosh it over in the thinking pit?” I just about lost my mind that sentence was nonsense and it’s a hole in the ground full of trolls where you crowd surf I'm gonna die.

HOLY SHIT Girls, Girls, Girls! is a damn BOP! Like shocked the hell out of me. I knew it was coming but not that it would be so good. I’ve been pretty ambivalent towards the more Pop centered songs so far but no more excuses show, you can pull it off. hot damn. Between this and Right Trolls for the Job there’s hope for this soundtrack yet

“The next thing on our agenda iiiiiiiis.....” (me, only half joking “Panty Raid, Panty Raid, Panty Raid”) “Trolls Pranks!” (oh god is this the PG version of Panty raid?)

Calling it now. Wimpy not actual pranks that disappoint Val and she has to show them how to do it

ok no actually this is super cute

Why is Poppy so threatening?

I mean I’m sorry I don’t quiiiiiiite trust this production team enough to think that it’s the application of Val’s insecurities projected onto Poppy’s good intentions. Which would be cool. But legit Poppy has been incredibly threatening this series and I kinda dig it

Val, waving her arms out the door and screaming at the top of her lungs: “SIGNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL” Demo: *gasp* “The signal!”

That got me

Ok but what a great friend he is, sitting in a bush, awake, alone, all night, on the off chance that Val might become uncomfortable enough to need an out.

I want to call Demo out but I myself am absolutly that bitch. Head empty, trust the process, no thoughts under pressure.

PICK JAGGER

PICK. JAGGER.

I’M GONNA FUCKING PISS

my back is out so bad and I can’t stop laughing and it hurts so much but

Pick Jagger

Oh my fucking god that little finger twine hand hold cheek smoosh between Val and Demo is legit the cutest fucking thing. Shippy or not normalize me some physicals affection

Demo Yes!

Ok yea that’s a pretty good lesson. Poppy can’t possibly cater this even in such a way that Val is going to feel safe. It’s just a natural byproduct of what they are doing. So she’s going to leave her alone about it, but keep the invitation open. And while learning to take a no is a very good lesson, that it’s Val who need to evaluate and decide where taking risks despite being afraid is worth it, which is a valuable skill to cultivate. Finding and defining places where you are willing to be venerable in the risk of gaining experiences. The onus is on both sides for her to be able to comfortably mingle, not just on Poppy, and not just on Val. Setting and respecting boundaries while recognizing that you need to explore outside those boundaries

Demo you are 100% Valid and I love you more by the Minute. What an absolute cinnamon bun

little bull snort made of skulls

Val likes flavor berry lip gloss. My inner lesbian knows exactly how she figured that out wink wonk.

GIRLS NIIIIIIIGHT!

#Trollstopia #dreamworks trolls #val thundershock #liveblogging

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elenamiria · 4 years ago

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Beating the Heat

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi X Reader

Obi-wan and you have been best friends for ages. The constant banter and perhaps not so innocent flirting between the two has led to feelings on your half and you hope Obi-wan reciprocates. It all comes to a head on one scorching day at the Jedi Temple, where your sunbathing leads to a loss of control from a certain fellow padawan.

Word count: 2.67k

Warnings: Light smut, masturbation, handjob, fluff, gn reader (no specific body parts discussed), could be interpreted as sub!obi Talk of force signatures in a way that probably isn’t cannon (just in case that bugs anyone)

This is my first fic that I’ve ever posted (and also my first smut) so please be kind! I picture this set several years before Phantom Menace, placing Obi-wan around 20 to 21 and reader at the same age. This was inspired by a thot that I brought up to @milleniumvalcon one day and then my hand slipped, oops. It was also inspired by this ask about catching obi (sith and jedi) masturbating - once again by the amazing Val! And a big thank you to @hxldmxdxwn for being so encouraging to me when I mentioned I was thinking about posting my writing!

Enjoy!

It was hot. It was so hot you had begged your master to let you take the day off from training, you suspected they had relented out of annoyance more than kindness but either way it suited you. This left you with the day free but with nothing to do. You had sought out Obi-Wan, your fellow padawan and object of your hidden affections, but he was practicing with Qui-Gon Jinn. When he saw you step into the training room he paused before finishing the practice fight they were in the middle of, he jogged over to you after muttering a quick “excuse me” to his master.

Both Jedi had discarded their robe and tunics and you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip, looking Obi up and down, as he jogged towards you. A sheen of sweat coated his body highlighting every muscle, you swallowed deeply trying to compose yourself before Obi-wan, or even worse Qui-Gon, noticed your improper thoughts. As he reached you a cocky smirk covered his face, oh he had definitely noticed, and he couldn’t help but quip “What, see something you like?” You felt your face grow warm but forced yourself to roll your eyes scoffing “You wish Kenobi”. His smile only grew, you both loved your banter, he quirked an eyebrow - “then perhaps you were eyeing up the other Jedi present? I didn’t realize Master Qui-gon was your type, I can put in a good word if you’d like”. Your jaw dropped slightly before you playfully glared and shoved him, maker when had his arm gotten so big, shaking your head in exasperation. “No I came to see whenever you’d be done with training. My master gave me the day off, I figured we could find something to do.” You smiled up at him before hastily adding on “I mean if you would want to spend time together” suddenly shy. A warm smile covered Obi’s face as he nodded, reassuring you.

“I’d love to. We’re almost done here, Master Jinn had us start very early to beat the heat today. Where should I find you?”

“I was going to our garden to relax for a bit, meet me there? We can get lunch if you’d like.”

“Of course, I’ll meet you there soon” Obi replied with a smooth wink before jogging back over to his master, eager for training to be over.

You smiled before heading off, your destination was what the two of you had decided was your garden. You had found it one day while wandering the large temple - it was a tiny thing, tucked in a corner that seemed nearly abandoned, you had only come upon other Jedi using it once or twice in the many years you two had been going there. You felt confident that it would be a great place to relax and perhaps remove your outer layers to sunbathe. As you reached the garden you were pleased that it was indeed empty today. You headed to the center of the garden, laying your robe down, you quickly stripped of your other garments until you were left in just your underclothes. You stretched out on your robe sighing contentedly as you soaked in the bright Coruscant sun. Closing your eyes you relaxed, allowing yourself to fall into an easy meditative state.

You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed before you felt another presence start to approach you, in your state it was easy to identify Obi-Wan’s force signature. You roused yourself by allowing your body to stretch, chest arching toward the sky, before settling again. Your eyes were still shut, not wanting to blind yourself just yet, but you knew Obi was standing at the entrance to the garden. Not only was his force signature bright and close but you swore you had heard footsteps as well as a noise you couldn’t quite place (perhaps a gasping sort of noise). A smirk crawled over your lips as you spotted your chance to use his own words against him, “See something you like, Obi-wan?”

You purposely allowed your words to come out a bit breathy and sweet. Giggling lightly you waited for a smart quip back or for him to approach. When neither happened you cracked your eyes open and used your forearms to prop yourself up. Blinking rapidly to try to regain your sight you called out his name again before looking around, he was nowhere to be found. You sat up fully now and frowned lightly, you were positive he had been there. Debating for a moment longer you decided to try to reach out in order to find him through the force. Inhaling deeply your eyes slid shut and you stretched your own signature out searching for him, you could see that he had definitely been to the garden and you traced his path to his quarters. Gently you brushed your signature against his before shooting out of your brief meditation, feeling like you had been burned. His signature was burning white hot and before you had pulled back suddenly it almost felt like his signature was desperately trying to intertwine with yours, you had never felt it like that before and you grew concerned. Hastily you threw on your clothes before heading to Obi’s quarters.

Unknown to you Obi-Wan Kenobi had come to the garden. The last thing he had expected was to see you in such little clothing, he had a witty line to announce his entrance ready to go but the second he laid eyes on your body gleaming in the sun all sense left his head. He was fairly certain he choked, his eyes trailed down your body and he became acutely aware of all the blood rushing to his lower half. You then shifted, arching to the sky, and he had to strangle a groan that worked its way to his throat. He became very aware of the thoughts running through his head - his hands running down your body before pulling your hips harshly to meet his as he pressed into you, his mouth at your throat marking it as you bounced in his lap, you arched up just like you were as he buried his face in between your legs. Stumbling backwards he suddenly felt very overwhelmed, he needed to leave before he did something rash, you were too important to him and he didn’t want to put your relationship at risk. Plus the problem he was experiencing wasn’t one he would be able to easily hide, his cock was straining noticeably against his pants. Letting out a small whine he practically ran to his room, hoping he wouldn’t be stopped by anyone. Reaching his room he rushed in barely making it a few steps into his room before sinking to his knees the second his door closed. Tearing his pants open he moaned quietly as he wrapped a hand around his hard cock, his eyes closed as he pictured you sensually sprawled out below him. His hips bucked hard as he felt something gently envelope him for a second, it had felt like you were pressed against him, and he whined his mind wildly chasing the feeling. Starting a firm pace your name continuously fell from his lips, he was trying to keep it down but it was becoming increasingly difficult. His pace grew quicker as he imagined you moaning his name out, it sounded so real and he was so close.

“Obi?” You called out again as you knocked for a second time. You bit your lip hard as you eyed the keypad, he had given you the codes and you debated whether to enter. You could hear noises coming from within but couldn’t quite discern what they were though you had a feeling what his quiet gasps were and your whole body burned. A warm feeling settled in between your legs - it was like you had not pictured Obi-wan that way before. You knew very well what you were about to do could change your relationship forever but you knew you would go mad if you two danced around each other any longer, plus you could swear that you heard his voice calling out your name. Saying a silently prayer you lightly punched in the code. The door slid open and you stepped in. You weren’t expecting him to be right there in front of you, his back was to you and his whole body was strained tight. One of his hands had been rapidly moving, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening, but froze when he heard the door. Letting out a small gasp that turned into a weak moan you rapidly spun back around to the door, all of your courage fleeing your body. Your hand hovered over the button to open the door when you heard a strangled guttural cry of your name followed by a soft “please”. You inhaled shakily, your whole body heating up before turning. You looked him up and down again as you slowly shed your robe. Your hands started pulling your tunic off, fumbling slightly, as you murmured “Would you like some help Obi?”

Your head tilted and a smirk reached your mouth as a groaned yes made its way to you. Shedding your tunic fully you knelt behind him, “are you sure?” You asked as your hands landed on both of his shoulders. He nodded rapidly as a whimper left his mouth at your touch. You let your hands slide down the front of his body, your chest pressing into his back. Your left hand gently removed his as your right wrapped firmly around his cock. Stroking it gently you paused at the head spreading some of his precum around the tip with your thumb. A beautiful moan left his mouth and his head leaned back resting on your shoulder. Switching hands for just a moment you gathered spit in your mouth and spread it on your hand. You brought it back to his length and gripped it tightly before staring a quick pace. He was heavy and hot in your hand and the perfect size to make your mouth water, blinking a few times you swallowed deeply letting out a hot breath against Obi’s neck. Your other hand retreated to his tunic, finding the clasps holding it together and hastily pulling it off his body. Obi-Wan was panting at this point your name falling from his lips in praise, both of you let out loud whimpers as you pressed your bare skin together. You turned your head to stare at him, noticing how his mouth fell open as you increased your pace and started kissing his neck, softly sucking in places that seemed particularly sensitive. You gently bit the junction of his neck and shoulders, he let out a loud gasp at that hips raising wildly.

“Please, please my love I’m so close” He managed to whimper out, hips continuing to buck. You picked up the pace of your right hand, your left coming up to gently push his head off your shoulder and then nudging his jaw to turn towards you. He looked a mess - light sheen of sweat on his brow, his mouth still panting and parted slightly, eyes glazed in pleasure yet still focused on you. You found yourself consumed with pleasure too and a moan of his name loudly fell from your lips, that was all he needed to fall of the edge into his orgasm. A load groan started to rise in his throat and before it could fully escape you were pressing your lips to his. His hips bucked as his load spilled over your hand, your kiss stifled both of your noises as you couldn’t help but let out a desperate whine at the feeling. You continued slowly pumping as he rode out his orgasm and when it became too overstimulating for him he gently pulled your hand away by your elbow.

You two continued the clumsy, it was a first for both of you, yet passionate kiss for a moment longer. A stupid smile covered your face as you pulled back softly and he out let a small incredulous laugh. Neither of you moved for a moment content to bask in bliss. Obi-Wan was the first to move, he pressed his forehead to yours nuzzling his nose against yours softly before pressing a kiss quickly to your lips. This time it was you letting out a small laugh as you said “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this”.

He pulled away slightly, a shocked look coming across his face, “You have?” he questioned. You nodded shyly before you pulled away getting ready to stand up, you caught sight of your hand coated in his cum and it was your turn for a shocked expression to cover your face. Obi followed your eye-line and a bright blush covered his face as he hastily stood “I-I’m so sorry let me get you something to uh- just give me a minute” he managed to stutter out as he quickly disappeared into his refresher.

He returned quickly, having cleaned off and situated himself back into his pants, with a spare towel and gently took your hand cleaning you. You watched him with a small smile, he was so careful while holding you, and you felt your heart skip a beat when he bashfully smiled back at you. He then gently pulled you to your feet,tossing the towel off to the side, and couldn’t help his eyes roaming your upper half. You shifted nervously “I hope you don’t mind I removed your tunic, I got so caught up in the moment and I just wanted to feel your skin against mine”.

A brilliant smile lit up his face and his hands hovered over your bare waist, waiting for your approval which you gave with a brief nod, before settling his warm hands on you. He gently squeezed you before pulling you closer, your hands rising to rest on his firm chest, his hands sliding to your back exploring every inch he could.

“My dear it is more than alright” he suddenly grew serious, his blue eyes meeting yours “I, um, I hope you know that I don’t want this, er rather us, to be a one time thing. I-uh” he fumbled with his words for a moment before he collected himself. “I’m yours, if you’ll have me, and I hope you’ll be mine.” His voice trembled as he held you just a little tighter, before anxiously continuing “I know the code prevents this kind of thing but I don’t think I could survive going back to just friends. I do-” you cut off his nervous rambling with a breathy yes.

A more confident yes left your mouth as you nodded “Of course I’m yours Obi, I think I always have been” You stammered out a beautiful smile covering your face. Obi-wan simply couldn’t help himself as he pulled you closer and lifted you clean off the floor in a quick spin, both of you laughing in pure joy. He gently let you slide back to the floor before capturing your lips in another kiss. Both of you were grinning like idiots now and when he pulled away a gentle laugh left your lips, your hand reached up to play with his padawan braid. Teasing you said “I do hope you plan on helping me out later, because after that I’m feeling much too hot for a day like today” Obi-wan couldn’t help but sputter at your forwardness His face lighting up bright red. Laughing at the adorable face he was making you gently tugged on his braid, smile quirking into a smirk - “c’mon let’s go get lunch, I’m starving”. You moved away to toss him his tunic as you tugged yours back on. At this Obi-Wan Kenobi seemed to snap out of his state of shock in order to dress and when you turned to face him again his smirk was back in full force. “Darling I think that’s a wonderful idea,” he started as he winked “the sooner we eat the sooner I get dessert”

#obi-wan kenobi #obi-wan x you #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan smut #reader smut #star wars fanfiction #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi x you #ewan mcgregor #the phantom menace

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dameronology · 4 years ago

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things we lost in the fire {obi-wan x reader}

summary: on a slow morning in tatooine, you and obi-wan reflect on how lucky you are to still have each other

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of death

another obi fic based on a bastille song?? more likely than you think!! but i swear, despite, all the warnings, this isn’t going to rip your heart out completely

enjoy,

- val xx

Things had never been darker.

The stars still shone at night, silvers and steels and greys against the canvas of the midnight sky. The sun still came up everyday - doubly so on Tatooine. You woke up every morning to the twin suns blaring down on your new home, illuminating the place with a hauntingly golden glow. For a place that seemed to be so fundamentally built on black and white beliefs - good and bad, right and wrong, light and dark - the world seemed too bright.

The stars shone at night. The sun still came up every day. The world seemed bright - but things had never seemed darker.

You missed the life you had - no, you didn’t just miss it. You yearned for it. You ached for it. You wanted to wake up one of these particularly hot Tatooine mornings to find everything was just a dream; that Anakin was alive, that Padme was alive, that you still had a temple to come home to. Everything you’d ever loved had been thrown into the fiery pits of Mustafar, left to burn and turn to ash.

Well, not everything.

You still had Obi-Wan Kenobi and you thanked the stars everyday for it.

It was clear that he was hurting too - there was always a tinge of pain in his sarcastic quips, a sense of tiredness in his eyes whenever they creased with laughter. He was doing it for you, staying strong for you. He was holding you both up - after all, helping people was all he knew. Even when he’d lost everything, that didn’t change.

Searching for positives was hard and after desperately seeking, you’d found a few.

You were no longer sneaking around, so you could walk hand-in-hand through the winding streets of your local market together. You could lay-in every morning, not worried about meetings or missions or operations. The pressure to be a good Jedi was off and now you could just be together. It wasn’t much - but at the same time, it was everything.

It was a warm morning on Tatooine; the suns were high in the sky, even though it was barely 7AM. You were sprawled out on your mattress, sheets tangled in your legs from where you’d kicked them off in the night. The sunlight was streaming through the cracks in the curtains, showering you in a warm glow as you lazily stretched. You rolled over on your side, eyes falling on the half-awake man next to you.

Obi-Wan’s eyes were vacantly staring at the ceilings, lids heavy with post-sleep tiredness. Having sensed that you were awake, he lazily reached a hand out towards you, covering yours where it was splayed out on the mattress. You tangled your fingers with his, lighting squeezing his hand.

‘You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?’ You quietly murmured.

‘Always.’ He whispered back.

You felt that - you really felt that. Anakin was always on your mind; not Darth Vader, not the twisted, dark person he’d become. Anakin. The cocky Jedi, the one who you’d called your best friend for years. He hadn’t died in the physical sense but emotionally and mentally, he was long gone. He’d gone insane trying to protect the woman he loved and he wasn’t coming back.

You didn’t necessarily understand. You never could, but you were able resonate with his innate desire to stop at nothing for Padme. You would have crossed the galaxy ten times over and back to protect the man you loved. The panic you felt in the moments after Order 66, not knowing if Obi-Wan had survived was going to stick with you for a long time.

The way you held each other, after colliding into one another in the middle of a jet? The way you cried, relief washing over you despite the fact that every you’d ever known was gone? That’s when you knew that you were never going to stray away from him again. Everything you’d argued about, everything you’d ever worried about or bickered about suddenly seemed so menial. It was the peak definition of not knowing what you had until you’d almost lost it.

But you hadn’t lost him - you’d got lucky. He’d got lucky too.

‘I miss him too.’ You said. You softly brushed a few strands of hair out of his face, your free hand still holding his. ‘And I hate to say it, but there’s nothing we can do.’

You hated having to be the voice of reason - that had always been Obi-Wan’s job. It felt like a bit of a dick move to remind him that you could never return to your former life, but reality was harsh. It was a goddamned bitch. The acceptance of the situation had hit you like a ton of bricks and you couldn’t make it any easier for Obi-Wan. You wished that you could; that you could take his pain away and turn it into something better. All you could do was guide him through it in the same way he’d done for you every time that you’d been hurting throughout the years.

‘I know.’ Obi-Wan finally turned to look at you, a forced smile playing on his lips. ‘I can’t help but think would what have happened if-’

‘- don’t think about the ifs.’ You cut him off. ‘Try as you might but you can’t change the past.’

‘I wish I could.’

You leant forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek. ‘I know.’

With that, you shuffled out of bed, reaching down to grab a shirt. You pulled it over your head and slipped on your shoes, peaking over your shoulder at him as you did. You tried to give him a reassuring smile, but it faltered slightly.

For once, you were trying to be the strong one. He had been your driving force for so long, the reason that you’d got out of bed in the morning. If you hadn’t had him after everything that had happened? You didn’t know where you’d be. You probably owed it to him to take the weight of everything for once.

‘I’m gonna go make some caff.’ You said.

‘I’ll be out in a moment.’

You stood up, the footsteps of your unlaced boots echoing off the walls as you headed through to the kitchen. Your dwelling was humble; big enough for both of you (and more, if that was what the future held). It felt like home for no other reason than the fact Obi-Wan was there with you.

After assembling a semi-decent cup of caff, you kicked open your front door and headed outside. There was a small bench at the front of the house, overlooking the village ahead. The early morning sun was beating down on you, the air fresh and untainted. The day felt new - full of hope, despite everything.

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you cupped the warm drink between your hands. The road ahead of you was still empty - most people around here were older, retired or out of employment. They didn’t rise until much later in the morning - you wished you were capable of that, but years as a Jedi had drilled early starts into your system.

‘I don’t always think about the past.’

The sound of Obi-Wan’s voice announced his present.

‘Yeah?’ You replied, tilting your head to face him. He was stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He had a cup of caff in one hand and a book in the other. ‘So what do you think about?’

‘You.’

Tossing the book to the doorstep with a dusty thump, the Jedi moved to take a set next to you. He reached his arm out towards you and without having to say anything, you dropped your feet to the floor and fell into his side. He pressed a kiss to your temple, hand gently carding through your hair.

It was so domestic - so simple, so suburban and ordinary. But, behind your small gestures of affection and words of love, there were galaxies of grief. The place you were now might have seemed peaceful and quiet but the journey to get there had been anything but. Between you, you’d experienced enough loss and enough pain to last ten lifetimes.

‘That’s a grand statement.’ You shot back.

‘A grand statement for a grand person.’

‘Oh, you always have been a sweet talker.’ You chuckled.

‘I mean it.’ He replied. ‘I don’t say often enough how grateful I am for you.’

You peered up at him, a small sigh escaping your lips. ‘You don’t have to.’

‘I should though.’

‘And so should I.’ You shot back. ‘You have done everything for me since the day we met, Obi. I owe you so much-’

‘- you don’t owe me anything, darling.’ He softly murmured. ‘Simply staying by my side has put me in a lifetime of debt.’

You almost laughed at the thought of doing anything else. Staying with Obi-Wan had never even been a question - you were already packing your bags before he could even finish saying I’m moving to Tatooine. Neither of you had any idea where you were going, nor what you were doing. But, just like everything else, you were going to figure it out together.

‘We’ll call it even.’ You leant up to kiss him, lips brushing against his.

‘I talk about what I’ve lost.’ He murmured, forehead resting on yours. ‘Anakin, Padme, the Jedi.’

That was the first time he’d said his name his everything had happened. It hurt - maker, it hurt - but the proud look on your face when it happened was almost enough to make it worth it.

‘But I never talk about what I still have.’ He added. ‘You.’

‘You don’t need to talk about it.’ You shook your head. ‘I know the feeling.’

‘You do?’

‘Of course.’ You replied. ‘I think about that day all the time and all I can remember is that you were my first concern. I could only focus on finding you, on making sure that you were okay.’

‘You mean everything to me.’ Obi-Wan admitted. ‘You always have but even more so now.’

He hadn’t mean to become attached to you, even less so to indulge his addiction. Years ago, when you were both still sworn to a code, it had been hard. Choosing you over the very Order that he’d committed has life too had been a struggle - but now? He’d never been more grateful that he’d chosen you.

‘It’s the same for you.’ You offered him a watery smile. ‘Guess we’re kinda stuck together, huh?’

‘Even if you strayed to the other side of the galaxy, we still have a Force connection.’ He reminded you. ‘So yes - I suppose we are stuck together.’

Obi-Wan was your backbone; the glue that held you together these days. It was easy to look at him as though he hung the stars in the sky - and as far as you were concerned, he did. You were living in dark times but he felt like the light at the end of the tunnel.

And, little did you know, but he felt the same. Having you by his side meant more to you than you’d ever realised. There was one specific second on the day of Order 66 that he held onto: the moment you met again, the moment that you tossed yourself towards him, not caring about whether or not he was going to catch you. That was when, despite everything, that he felt like things were going to be okay.

The stars still shone at night. The sun still came up everyday. It felt like you were the reason why.

tags: @cherieboba @valkyriesandbrokenhalos @cptnrex501 @thespareoom

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everywhereallofthetime · 3 years ago

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Some Girl ... Part 6

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None, really. A few cuss words?

// * // * //

Sunday / July 18th

The next morning, after Sebastian nursed, Elisa took him, telling Charlotte to go back to sleep for a while. When Charlotte woke again, a couple of hours later, she crawled into the shower, replaying in her mind and in her heart everything that had happened the day before.

She wondered if- when, she corrected, Shawn would call.

As she was walking downstairs, she heard it before she saw it. In Wonder. Elisa, with Sebastian on her lap, Jack, and Mason were all parked in front of the television watching Shawn’s documentary.

“Do you have something you want to tell me?” Mason asked between mouthfuls of cereal.

Charlotte plopped down beside him on the couch, almost making him spill his bowl. “Peter’s name is actually Shawn?”

She looked over at Elisa, who handed Sebastian to her. Elisa then shrugged her shoulders and stated, “You said you both wanted everyone to know the truth. And sooner is better than later, right? Especially if you plan to bring him around more often.”

“My mind is a little blown here, Charlie,” Mason said. “Why didn’t you just say, ‘hey everyone, this is my boyfriend, Shawn’?” he asked, slightly perplexed.

“Because he’s not my boyfriend!” she exclaimed.

“I told you,” Elisa said, dryly.

“We’re just friends, no matter how you may have perceived things.”

Mason chose to keep certain further thoughts to himself, at least for the time being, and asked again, “All right then, why didn’t you just introduce him as a friend of yours? I guess I can understand why you introduced him as Peter, but why Bash’s dad? Shit. He’s not actually Bash’s dad, is he??”

“No,” she chuckled. “He is most definitely not Bash’s dad.” She then sighed softly. “You’ve been watching the documentary. It looks like you’ve passed the heavily centric Camila part. They broke up less than four months ago. Yesterday was a bad day. All he wanted was to forget for a little while and be around people who didn't know him so he could try to feel normal again. I didn’t actually mean to introduce him as Bash’s dad. That was just...an accident.”

“Or wishful thinking.”

“Shut up, Mason,” she grumbled, feeling her cheeks grow hot. She shot a glance at Elisa. “I’m fine.” She needed everyone to stop thinking she was in love with Shawn.

“You’re very quiet, Uncle Jack,” she said then.

“I already told him everything,” Elisa said.

That didn’t surprise her. As far as she was aware, Elisa and Jack had never kept secrets from one another. “I’m sorry I lied you,” she said to her uncle. She then glanced at Mason again. “All of you.”

Jack smiled softly and reached over to pat her knee. “You’re forgiven, Sweetheart, don’t worry about it. I understand. Just maybe don’t lie to us again?”

“I promise. For what it’s worth, aside from introducing him as Peter, which is actually his middle name, and pretending he was Bash’s dad, Shawn was his honest self. He truly is that lovely and kind. He has an amazing heart.”

“You let him know he’s welcome here anytime,” Jack said, and Elisa nodded in agreement.

Mason laughed. “I can't believe Shawn Mendes was in our fucking house!”

“Yes, and he enjoyed dinner with us. He spent time with our family. He let his guard down and he laughed with us.” There was an edge creeping into her voice. “He pretty much put Bash to bed. You lent him your shorts after he swam with us. You played darts and poker with him. You got drunk with him and he even helped your ass to bed!” Charlotte was agitated, causing Sebastian to get upset, too. She calmed her voice and hugged her son to her, soothing his back. “He's just Shawn,” she whispered, standing with Sebastian, and quickly left the room.

Mason followed after her, into the kitchen. No one had expected her to have a mini meltdown. Even she was surprised at herself.

"I'm sorry, Char. You're right.” He quickly rinsed his bowl and spoon and put them in the dishwasher. He turned and leaned up against it and the countertop. When Charlotte actually looked at him again, he said, “I shouldn't let who he is change anything from last night."

“You just proved why he was too nervous to tell you the truth, as badly as he wanted to. He was feeling awful about lying to everyone.”

“You like him a lot, eh?”

“Don't you start too,” she groaned, giving Sebastian over to Mason so she could fix herself something to eat.

Mason gently tossed Sebastian into the air and then blew raspberries into his neck. “I know, I know. You’re just friends. But you kissed him, and he kissed you back. And you guys were like, really close almost all night.”

“I swear, this is the exact conversation I had with Mom and Didi last night.”

“Are you sure-”

She cut him off quickly. “Stop.”

“But-”

“Nope.”

“Has he had his rebound yet?”

“I don’t know,” she huffed, slightly exasperated. “He doesn’t talk to me the same way as he might his guys friends. He’s too polite to tell me how many women he may have nailed after Camila broke his heart. I don’t think I’d want to know anyway.”

Charlotte sat down at the kitchen island. “I don’t plan on being a rebound either, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Mason buckled Sebastian into his Bumbo and started mixing his oatmeal. “I’m not worried. He promised me he wouldn’t hurt you. He promised he would never do anything to make me hate him.”

“What?” She paused, mid-bite of her peanut butter and banana English muffin. “When were those promises made?”

“When he helped my ass to bed,” he chuckled. “I weirdly, vividly remember that part of the night. He cares about you. He’s a good guy.”

Charlotte fell into her own thoughts while she continued eating.

“How did you even meet him?” Mason asked, drawing her attention again. He slid a spoonful of cereal into Sebastian’s mouth.

She didn't exactly answer. Instead she said, “He lives downtown, like one kilo from my place.” She would let him draw his own conclusions.

“I have to tell Josh and Dougie and Rob.”

“If Didi hasn't already told everyone...

“Please don’t make a big deal out of it. I actually would like to bring him around again. Josh, Dougie, and Rob are common fixtures around here in the summertime. There are six weeks of summer left. I need them to be cool with him.”

“They’ll be fine. It’s Val and the twins you have to worry about.”

“Ugh, I know,” she groaned.

“They’re totally going to want to hang out with you now," he smirked.

// * // * //

Charlotte lingered in the archway between the kitchen and family room, Sebastian on her hip, Mason at her side for support.

Elisa paused the documentary; Charlotte noticed they had almost finished it.

“Shawn’s concert on Netflix is from his sold out show at the Rogers Centre two years ago. You might like to watch that sometime. I was there, with Val and the twins actually, - it was probably the last time we did anything together.

“Anyway...

“Bash just finished his cereal. I’m going to nurse him a little and see if he’ll go down for a nap. And I thought I’d run a load of laundry while he sleeps, before we head home.”

“Okay honey,” Elisa said.

She shifted from one foot to the other. “I also thought maybe it might be time that I tell you about Booker. Bash’s real dad.”

If they were surprised, they didn't show it. Jack just nodded.

Charlotte started towards the stairs. Mason called after her, “By the way, I threw Shawn’s shorts and boxers in your laundry.”

She blushed bright red.

“What?? I thought he was your boyfriend!”

// * // * //

Shawn strolled into the kitchen late Sunday morning, singing to himself. Nothing in particular, just a few runs like he normally did when he was warming up his voice. His younger sister, Aaliyah, almost eighteen and starting college in the fall, was sitting on top of the kitchen island, her phone in hand, texting her boyfriend.

She looked up, surprised, suddenly overwhelmed that her big brother was smiling and singing. She never imagined how much she would have missed hearing his voice until it had been absent for too long.

He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a big hug. “Morning bub,” he murmured. He then opened the fridge and drank the orange juice right out of the carton. He grabbed a muffin and jumped up to sit beside her on the island countertop.

“You seem happy,” she said softly, grinning fiercely, tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away.

“I had a good night,” he grinned back and kissed her temple.

“You just disappeared yesterday; we were worried. And then you didn’t get home until well after one. Were you out with Matt?”

“I was not. I made some new friends.”

“That’s not some weird code for-”

“Bub!” he shouted. “No! Oh my God!”

“You always tell me I can say anything to you,” she laughed.

“I know, but you don’t always have to remind me how grown up you are.”

She wrapped her arm around his waist and he hugged her around the shoulders.

“I’m going to go for a run with Tarzan. I’ll be back before lunch,” he said, shoving the last of his muffin in his mouth, jumping off the counter, and slipping his AirPods into his ears. “Love you!” he called over his shoulder as he jogged off.

// * // * //

Part 7

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fiction

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heartslogos · 4 years ago

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the declassified texts of the inquisition’s elite [139]

(702): I don't know where I'm at. But I'm pretty sure what I'm looking at is a small bear. - (602): Hey sorry if you felt me holding your hand in the middle of the night I was actually just checking you had a pulse -

“Your cousin’s ability to stumble upon and be stumbled upon any creature in the family of the Ursidae is truly mind boggling,” Vivienne says. She immediately flicks her indicator and starts altering course to exit the highway. “If you could enter our new location coordinates into the GPS that would be most helpful, dear.”

Max sighs. “This is one of those things where we’d never have found out if it weren’t for the absurdity of the lives we now lead. Can you imagine that in some other life Evelyn lives and dies without ever knowing that an entire collective category of animal is out for her life?”

“And I’m sure that this other Evelyn has been made keenly aware of some other interesting fact about herself that the Evelyn in this universe may never happen upon. Such is the nature of paths not taken.” Vivienne sighs. “Now, to the best of my knowledge — ecological studies are not my prerogative you’d have to ask a Lavellan about that — bears don’t just wander about flatlands and open plains. So how in the world did our dearest Inquisitor happen upon one such creature this time?”

“Life finds a way?” Max sighs. “There was a circus.”

“A circus that had a bear? How behind the times and tragically foreboding for the wellbeing of the circus.” Vivienne sneers. “I didn’t realize making animals such as bears perform was still something done. I do believe it was outlawed quite some time ago.”

“If the law actually stopped people from doing bad things I don’t think you and I would have ever met.”

Vivienne laughs. “No, I don’t see you attending one of my classes, Maxwell. You have a point. But I do think that with the way your path had been going we may have stumbled upon one another in some sort of social gathering. A luncheon or a charity dinner, perhaps?”

“You think I could have ever become a socialite capable of brushing circles with yours, Madame of Iron? How flattering! My life wasn’t as much of a train wreck as I thought it was shaping up to be then.”

“I never said that I would have liked the you I would have met.”

“But the prestige of having met you at least once in person, even if you didn’t like me, would be enough to boost my ego and my reputation for years. Say, do you think you really would have retired from teaching?”

“Retired? Certainly not. Whoever put such words in your mouth? I’ve got plenty of semesters and graduating classes in me left. But I do believe I would have reduced the classes I was handling and focused more on an advisory role to my masters students.” Vivienne hums in contemplation. “I’m honestly surprised that your cousin and I hadn’t met before. We may have taught in different colleges but we share the same undergraduate school and our fields aren’t so very far apart that we wouldn’t have used each other’s research.”

“Maybe what she should have majored in was biology, maybe she’d have figured out why she’s always number one on any bear’s hit list,” Max muses. Both of them pause as Vivienne’s GPS recalibrates, then begins listing the new set of directions. “Thank you for immediately turning around.”

“Yes, well. Not much good in us showing up to socialize and get Evelyn appointments to meet with some potential business partners if she’s recovering from a bear mauling is there? There will, as always, be other occasions.” - “I thought you were teaching him boundaries,” Bull says. “Also I didn’t know Cole knew how to text.”

“It’s a slow and steady progress. Look, for now be happy that he texted you that he did the thing and he’s sorry.”

“That was Cole?” Ellana asks. “That doesn’t read how Cole texts.”

“How does Cole text you?” Bull asks.

Ellana shows the two men her phone, narrowing her eyes at Bull’s screen.

“I don’t think that’s Cole. And that’s not Cole’s number. Wrong area code.”

“Who else would it be?”

“He has two phones,” Varric points out. “Most of us do.”

“No, no. I know his phone numbers. That’s not Cole.” Ellana tilts her head. “And Cole definitely doesn’t text like this.”

Varric and Bull look at Ellana’s text conversation with Cole. It’s littered with emoji’s, stickers, and huge blocks of texts, all without any punctuation or capital letters from either party.

“Maybe he texts you that way because that’s how you text and he’s mirroring you. Isn’t that one of the things he was being taught? To mirror people if he wasn’t sure how to react in a social situation?”

“So you do listen in on his sessions,” Varric says. “Ha. I knew it.”

“It’s basic stuff I could guess it without having to eavesdrop like a worried mother hen like you and Trevelyan do,” Bull retorts. “If it wasn’t Cole who was it? And why would someone who isn’t Cole break into our house to check my pulse?”

Ellana takes her phone back. “Hang on. Might be Mahanon. This number looks like one of his burners.”

“Why is Mahanon coming into our room in the middle of the night to check my pulse? Why not yours?”

“Maybe he had a bad dream,” Ellana shrugs. “Hey Varric, are you still going to Val Royeaux to talk with your publisher? Can I hitch a ride? I want to do some holiday shopping that isn’t online for once.”

“Sure. Tiny, have you considered that Mahanon cares about you and is weird about showing it? Because sometimes I wake up and Cole’s already left coffee on the nightstand and it’s still hot. Sometimes people show they care in weird ways.”

“Your brother dreams that I might be dead so he comes in to check my pulse?”

“He does it with our parents, too,” Ellana says. “He’s strange that way.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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elliemarchetti · 5 years ago

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A Rebel’s Song (part 2)

I'm incredibly inspired by the character of Clara Farley, so here's the second chapter of the story with the strangest premises I've ever written. As always when it comes to Red Queen I have to thank the wonderful @evangelineartemiasamos first of all for giving me the inspiration to start this story and secondly for the sweet comments on the previous chapter.

Here you can find chapter one and the link to all my other Red Queen works

Words: 1571

She arrived only with her jacket, cursing the cold of the Lakelands and the scarcity of money, which had prevented her from buying an adequate coat for those temperatures. At home, in the city, she had had one, but she certainly wouldn’t have returned for such a futile reason, and besides she wasn’t even sure her mother kept it. As usual, she identified herself, guaranteeing access to the back room, a small space made even more oppressive by the metal shelves that reached the ceiling, filled with jars with colored contents. Indeed, it wasn't the walls that hid their secrets, but the floor, covered by a heavy and dusty carpet under which a trap door was located, visible only to those who knew where to look. Now accustomed to that action, she meticulously knocked at the established points and within ten seconds was swallowed by the buzz of the subsoil. It was a familiar sound, which over time she had learned to appreciate and made her feel safe at home, if home was really a concept that could be applied to someone like her. She headed determinedly, without needing instructions, to the office where she was sure she would find her superior, and was surprised to find that she had been the last of the corporals to arrive. The other four were all much older than her and only one was a woman, a middle-aged woman more hairy than a man. Although her appearance could be disgusting, in the eyes of most, she hid a good heart and a brilliant mind, which made her her favorite colleague. She didn't know her name, or where it came from or what her story was, but she knew she had entered the Scarlet Guard only a few years before her, which gave rise to her theory that she had lost her husband and children because of the war. The meeting was brief, the assignments explanations even more: after all, each of them had a team of five soldiers they knew well and on which they could blindly rely. Everyone except her. Glass, a middle-aged man with a glass eye but a deadly aim, hence the nickname, had been discovered during a patrol and publicly executed for possession of an illegal weapon.

"The new recruit" the sergeant concluded, before handing a gun to each of them "will be inserted into team five for immediate effect. Corporal Swift, you’ll be contacted in the coming days for further information."

Clara was speechless. Certainly she didn’t expect that the training of a new recruit would be entrusted to her, who was so young and sometimes even considered inexperienced. She waited for the other corporals to come out, undecided about what to do, about to point out to the sergeant that it was unwise to enter someone who hadn’t the slightest idea how to act in a delicate mission like that, but in the end she followed Corporal Fiddler and closed the door behind her.

"Pathetic," a female voice commented behind her.

Val had a bad habit of sharing her opinion most of the time and expressing it out loud even when it would have been more appropriate to remain silent. She was one of her team members, a soldier able to disguise herself and get into any situation, a real resource for the success of their missions, especially when it came to having to infiltrate in densely populated and Silvers-controlled places. She had a vaguely intimidating air, which had convinced Clara from the first time they met that once she had her promotion she would be in charge of taking her place, and long brown shiny hair she always wore gathered in a low bun on her nape that Clara envied her very much, as her parents were thin, dry and lifeless like those of all the originals of the Lakelands. She had worked for a few years as a waitress, but her exotic beauty, caused mainly by her tanned skin and her amber eyes, had caught the attention of too many Silvers husbands and sons to allow her to continue, so the landlady of the last house where she had served had tried to disfigure her with acid. She had failed, but Val had killed the woman during the fight which followed the aggression, so she had been forced to flee from Saelis, the capital of the Prairie, and hid wherever she can, if she didn't want to be publicly executed.

"I can only agree," Clara replied, starting in the opposite direction from that of the other corporals, who all hurried back to their homes, from their families. It was obvious that Val had eavesdropped on the entire meeting and had expected nothing less from her right-hand: she didn't want to have to deal with someone to whom she had to explain everything, and the fact that she took that kind of initiative only shoed that she was willing to help her to the best of her ability, especially by reducing time losses.

"We could ask him to write down the radio intercepts, so he won't be on the field all the time, although, as long as he's not as awake as me, I don't think he'll be able to memorize all the codes in time." the girl ventured, as they headed for the refectory. The Guard didn’t offer large meals, nothing to do with the leftovers that her mother was able to steal when she worked as a cook at a restaurant for Silvers, but they were hot and free, which wasn’t to be underestimated, given her current economic situation.

"I met him," she explained, though, and she couldn't explain why, she didn't like talking about it. "It is obvious that he’s not stupid, indeed, I am convinced that he has a sharp mind."

"But from this to ask him the impossible ..." Val insisted, leaving the sentence pending.

"I don't know, I think he could do it. After all, he is on leave, so I don't think he has a job at home that can take a lot of his time away, though I don't like the idea of knowing some of our most valuable information in the hands of a newbie. "

"And for you? Still nothing upstairs?" asked Val once they had sat down. For herself she had taken a large stale sandwich filled with a skimpy heap of minced meat covered with a thin veil of cheese of a yellow too intense to have been produced with real milk, while Clara filled the plate of tomato soup in which floated some small pieces of bacon.

She shook her head in response, chewing on the rubbery meat. It wasn’t easy to find a stable job, and although the urge to do so was ever stronger, she couldn’t do miracles yet. Fifteen days was the time she had left, two weeks to find something, anything that prevented the Silvers officers from breaking through the door of her modest dwelling to throw a uniform on her and toss her in the trenches to die with all the other slackers. They didn’t realize, from their luxurious mansions, that there weren’t enough jobs for all the Reds, that there weren’t enough resources because they devoured them, in their cities full of waste, fomenting the degradation that so disgusted them. They didn't realize that what they called waste could’ve been a livelihood for a family of Reds for weeks, if not months. Every time she saw clothes that the Reds seamstresses had sewn with love and passion, sometimes remaining whole nights awake to the point of not being able to see anything but the needle that penetrated the fabric, thrown into black sacks like rags now unusable, that ended in incinerators, the blood boiled in her veins, because in the streets it was full of children dressed only in scraps sewn together as best their mothers could, and many weren’t hired in those few available places that required close contact with the Silvers because they were too similar to tramps.

"I know what you're thinking," Val said, laying a hand on her arm. Clara suddenly jumped because of the physical contact, but Val didn’t withdraw and was grateful to her: although she was one of her subordinates, she was first of all a friend of hers, and she had discovered, thanks to the Guard, that sometimes family isn’t blood but the people who choose to bind themselves and remain close to us even when things go wrong and everything looks black and every obstacle insurmountable.

"I know it's not fair, but we're here for that, aren't we? We're working on it, and we'll be able to change things, I'm sure. How could it be differently, when they put two stubborn people like us to work together?”

A sad and nervous giggle, but at the same time full of gratitude and admiration for Val's optimism, escaped her lips. If she weren't a good spy, they'd still have to keep her for her motivational speeches.

"But we have to focus on the little things, one step at a time, as you told me when I arrived."

Clara remembered that day, that precise moment, which had certainly changed her life and her way of seeing things for the better.

"You're right. For now let's take care of assigning a task to the new recruit, we'll take care of the rest later.”

#clara farley #willis farley #clara x willis #i don't even try to come up with a ship name since i'm pretty sure i'm the only one who ships them #it's all red huntress fault #if you didn't read it you don't understand what you're losing #it's from elane-in-the-shadows #she's the best red queen fic writer you can find on tumblr so check out her works #you won't regret it #scarlet guard #red queen series

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ashleybenlove · 6 years ago

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I HAVE SEEN HTTYD3

Spoilers under cut and also because this is long.

(Note: please do not use the reply function to comment on things in HTTYD3, I do not want others to be spoiled in case they click on it. Plus, there’s a good chance I will delete it. Either send me an ask or reblog.)

So, I went to a Cinemark theater (I usually go to an AMC) and WOW, they had reclining seats and I got to lay back with my popcorn, candy, and soda. And also they were selling this guy.

And I had to have myself him. So he kept me company during the movie.

Yeah, the theatre was kinda packed but I had myself a reserved seat so I didn’t have to deal with the issue of having no good seat because I picked the seat out myself when I bought my ticket. And 3D! Also, NO PREVIEWS. THEY JUST WENT STRAIGHT TO THE MOVIE. THANK YOU. I appreciated that and it made me happy. I was living my best life in terms of movie theater experience.

Anyways! The movie. I stayed until the credits got to the cast, and I had noticed Tuffnut sounded slightly different but still the same and the credits (and IMDB) confirmed that Justin Rupple played him. GOOD. He did a great job. I am fine with the change. Bye Miller.

Also, I loved that Tuffnut just fucking takes Hiccup on a pep talk into the woods and they have that convo. Also, Tuffnut touched Hiccup a lot and I enjoyed that. Hiccup and Tuffnut were so fun in the movie.

Also, ASTRID SAID A GREAT THING TO HICCUP. It was something along the lines of “I am the person I am today because of you” (or because of Hiccup meeting Toothless and whatnot) and like YES. GOOD, GREAT. PERFECT. FANTASTIC. TRUTH. I loved it so much.

STOICK CRYING IN A FLASHBACK. HOW DARE YOU???????? Strong men being vulnerable is my weakness. ALSO, HICCUP WAS IN A NIGHT SHIRT/GOWN AND I LOVED IT. HE LOOKED ADORABLE. HE WAS LIKE, A BABY. He also asked if they were gonna get a new mom and Stoick was like, no your mother was the love of my life.

Also, Valka must have dyed her hair. It’s redder than it was in movie 2. Go Val.

Also, Tuffnut and Snotlout slapped Hiccup’s butt or did something that can be presumed to be butt slapping and honestly, I love that so much. Do it more.

THE OPENING FIGHT SCENE WAS SO GREAT. EVERYBODY LOOKED SO HOT IN THEIR SUITS. GODS.

Gobber being terrified of that one specific dragon that seems to multiply like rabbits and THEY EVEN MENTIONED RABBITS.

Also, Ruffnut being left behind and like no one getting her just yet bc Hiccup and Astrid had to go do a thing but THEY DIDN’T NEED TO. Because she just fucking annoys Grimmel into letting her go. In the best fucking way. She just talks and talks. And also calls herself hot and YES, YOU ARE RUFFNUT. I AGREE. AND SHE WAS LIKE, YEAH, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY FRIENDS, and spills all the tea. Like Hiccup is practically married to Astrid and some stuff about Eret and Fishlegs and Snotlout. RUFFNUT CALLED HERSLEF HOT. THAT WAS GREAT. I love her so much. Too bad she didn’t make sure she wasn’t followed because OOPS.

Also, I’m pretty sure some of the bad guys with Grimmel included a ladyperson and a Samurai (or at least someone who was Asian-coded).

ALSO Tuffnut just tries to get people in his not-beard including Snotlout and Hiccup and wow that’s gay.

Snotlout just fucking... standing on a barrel to be taller than Eret. Like, mood. But also, that one image from... is it That 70s Show? where the dachshund is on the counter because “he likes to be tall”. Snotlout is that dachshund. All dachshunds are that dachshunds. I love dachshunds.

Also Meatlug’s baby making friends with that one huge dragon. Yes.

Honestly in terms of the ending. While I myself would have preferred something slightly different, it is not my story to tell (I just love the world and like to play with the world), I am satisfied with it. The parting wasn’t forever and their reunion was joyous and beautiful. And Hiccup and Astrid married and had two babies and it was probably maybe 6-7 years apart? Maybe? And honestly, THEY HAD GOOD REASON to hide the dragons away. Because humans. AND HICCUP FLYING WITH HIS KIDS ON TOOTHLESS AS THE MUSIC PLAYED. AHH. MY HEART. AND ASTRID DOING THE SAME ON STORMFLY. GOOD. AND TOOTHLESS AND LIGHT FURY HAD BABIES TOO. (Lowkey made me think of Donkey and Dragon’s babies in Shrek tho but SAME COMPANY.)

Also, Fishlegs and Snotlout cried at Hiccstrid’s wedding and honestly, I love it.

I just love the gang. They had great scenes where they fought more hand to hand combat which I loved it.

And yes, I think I got some OT6 moments out of this movie. The gang was even more of a team, and seemed to be better at being a team. AND FUCK, THEY basically BASE jumped together!!!! A team that BASE jumps together stays together. And Hiccup said a thing to them at that scene, that I forgot what he said because it’s just 100 minutes of stuff to remember, but it was such a great line. It was very pro-gang and pro-his team and I loved it.

And when Hiccup basically just let... the Light Fury save Toothless and was just straight up willing to die if it meant T would be okay, and Grimmel just tearing up Hiccup’s wings while he falls. AND THE LIGHT FURY SAVED HICCUP TOO.

ALSO, HICCUP SAID I LOVE YOU TO TOOTHLESS. And honestly, that is all I’ve ever wanted, so I am satisfied and happy.

Also, new Berk is nice, I like it.

And yes I cried a bit. I may have been a little loud at times.

Thank you, Dreamworks. I’ve enjoyed this world so much and will continue to love the HTTYD franchise for the rest of my life because that is how I roll. It has become an important work of fiction to me, and I’m glad that it is a part of my life and has impacted me in the profound ways that it has these last nearly 6 years.

I can’t wait to rewatch this movie in theaters without 3D and also when it comes out on digital/Blu-Ray because I like being able to watch on my own terms.

#how to train your dragon #httyd3 #httyd3 spoilers #ashleybenlove posts

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captainderyn · 7 years ago

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Cipher Five (A Real Introduction)

Because I never formally introduced him, and I’m having fun with this character sheet.

Again, it was done by @therron-shan, gotta give credit where credit is due :D

(**Old drawing, think no scar..)

Preliminary Info:

Name: Valetyn Slovoko

Nicknames: Val, Vicky, Five

Alias(es): Cipher Five, Viktor Aulis (most used cover name, he introduced himself this way to people after he’s out of Intelligence as he doesn’t like giving his “real” name.

Age: 32

Born: 19 BTC? Maybe? Years work how?

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Affiliations:

Empire, Imperial Intelligence

Occupation:

Imperial Intelligence Agent--Cipher division, instructor at the Imperial Intelligence Academy (unwillingly at first) when he was on leave, mostly full time once he leaves Intelligence.

Physical:

General Description:

"Five...first time I met him I thought he was an ass, but intimidating. He practically had the agents in my training class falling at his feet, he’s got that whole ‘tall, dark’ thing going for him. I just wanted to fight the fabled Cipher Five. But he’s intimidating, cold and distant like he could kill you with his eyes only until you see him out of uniform *glares off camera* no not like that. When you see him outside of being an agent you get a softer person. Not different, not entirely, but like the harsh edges are softened...” --Erabelle Torven “Cipher Nine”

Height: 6′0

Weight: Somewhere in the 170lbs range

Hair: Dark dark brown, probably slicked back out of his face if he’s working, his wife would rather it be ruffled because then cowlicks start to form and she finds them adorable.

Eyes: Hazel eyes, leaning more on the brown end than green.

Skin/Fur: His skin has a naturally more tan tone, despite being stuck on Dromund Kaas most of his life.

Scars/Birthmarks/Etc.: He has a line of double scars going down his spine from between his shoulder blades all the way down his back with some larger scars crisscrossing over those from the accident that ended his agent days.

Tattoos/Markings: ---

Cybernetics: He has cybernetic implants along his spine after an accident in the field that caused severe injuries to his spine. Those cybernetics allow him to walk and function pretty normally, though they aren’t a solve all and he still suffers some on and off pain from the injury.

Handedness:

He’s left handed

Style:

Intelligence: In the field his favored uniform is black/very dark grey (unlike SOME agents, he says, glaring at Era, preening in her white/light grey uniform). He wears gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints everywhere in the field, and his uniform is lightly armored. The less bulky the better.

Civilian: He dresses classy, he dresses nice okay. I blame him growing up in Kaas City, where everything is high fashion. It’s easier for me to just post a picture than explaining:

Other:

He has a thick Imperial, Kaasian accent that comes through when he’s tired or very amped up/angry/whatever. His voice is very nice to listen to, it’s relatively deep and just has a soothing cadence to it. Unless he’s angry and then its sharp as a dagger and you better get ready to dodge.

Mental/Emotional:

Background/Backstory:

Five grew up under two military bred parents, his father from the Imperial Army, his mother from the Imperial Navy, in Kaas City. He led a pretty easy life and excelled in his schooling, finding a passion in history. He knew he wanted to go military-esc to serve the Empire, but when applying to a program initially for the Imperial Navy he was directed towards Imperial Intelligence as a best fit instead. He worked as an agent for ten years before being forced to retire.

Personality: Five is very logical, very analytical, and horrible with numbers. He’s highly intelligent and can read people quite well, something that has allowed him to do well in his field as opposed to somewhere like a Fixer or a Minder. Five has a passion for history and the habit of being able to remember random facts that he can pull at a single trigger. When he’s nervous he’ll start talking if it’s someone he’s comfortable with--like when he was going to propose to his now wife, he started talking about the art history of the resturant they were at.

Due to his time in Intelligence he’s developed quite a suspicion of people and is very much someone you can get the wrong first impression of. You need to work to get him to trust you and open up to you, otherwise he just comes across as a very quiet, rather rude and cold asshole. However, when you do unlock the actual man behind the agent mask he’s quite nice to be around, if you can handle the highly intelligent sort that always have a habit of guessing the twist on a holonet show before it actually happens.

Quirks: He doesn’t sleep much during his agent days and even after, he refuses to give his birth name to anyone but his wife--as she’s the one who realy gave it meaning again, he almost never will have his back to a door and will flinch if you surprise him from behind--ie, hand on his shoulder.

Disorders: Most likely some manner of PTSD after all he’s been through and seen, haven’t thought enough on it to expand comfortably.

Addictions:

Not a full blown addiction but for awhile he had a heavy reliance/quasi addiction to adrenaline stims so that he didn’t need to sleep and face what he’d see in his dreams. Eventually it becomes easier to be awake than it is to sleep.

Strengths:

He sees the Empire as what it could be, not venerating it for what it is, he’s quite methodical and careful in his work, he’s good at what he does.

Weaknesses:

He’s got a fricken attitude towards his superiors, but it’s all veiled jabs and insults, his old injury means he could seriously fuck himself up if not careful, he got too attached to his small gaggle of agent ducklings.

Likes: Helping his fellow ciphers, the idea of a better Empire, people who aren’t blind to the Empire’s flaws.

Dislikes: Sith, whoever in Intelligence thought it was a good idea to keyword Ciphers, people who are blind to the Empire’s flaws, ect.

Phobias/Fears: Losing control of his mind/body, hurting his wife or anyone close to him, his own mind in some sense, a suppressed one is losing his ability to walk.

Hobbies: Reading military texts and strategy books, good natured debating, learning all the history things he can, patting his cat.

Interests: History--both general and military, other cultures.

Favorite movies: He sleeps through more movies than he watches. Things that are either fairly lighthearted or related to historical events/retellings. His daughters have warmed him up to Space!Disney animated movies though he’ll roll his eyes at their cheesy messages.

Favorite music: Again, not much a music listener. If he had to choose it’d be of the classical type, or at least instrumental. Music soundtracks, orchestral movements, ect.

Favorite books: Shoot I already covered this (*smacks self* overzealous!). Hm, military histories, some historical fiction, some fantasy, though he’s picky.

Favorite TV shows: Whatever his wife will watch with him. Also things that make him think, with twists and stories and characters that are interesting.

Skills/Talents:

Habits: Being hyperaware of his surroundings, always checking the people around him, always being on high alert outside of the safety of his home.

Morality/Ethics:

I have these goals I need to meet and I follow my own morale code, if you cross the line of what I deem is right and you don’t have a valid reason for it then I have no problem doing what I have to do to you. There are things I need to do in my line of work that I am not okay with, such as needless killing, and if I can’t avoid it then I am deeply sorry.

Don’t hurt people who don’t need to be hurt, don’t make people needlessly suffer. Always be honest to what you do and accept the mistakes you make. Faction doesn’t justify wrong things that you do.

Goals:

Short Term: Survive raising two twin girls who are very energetic and enthusiastic about life, see that Daughter #1 (see family) makes it out of her own career alive and well and that she’s happy, build a normal life and adjust to a normal life with his family. Finish his own recovery from his injury/linger effects from Intelligence years and be there for said family.

Long Term: Survive raising two twin girls. That doesn’t go away. Reconnect with his own family on a better level, be happy.

Motivations:

His own drive for a long time, his passion for the Empire he knows can be born, then it shifts and its his wife, then his family as a whole.

Other:

He’s an introvert by nature and isn’t the most outgoing of people, he’s honestly rather reserved. But among a select few people he will open up a bit to show his sense of humor and be a little less quiet.

Relationships:

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bi/demi

Relationship History: Not good. He’s been in a few relationships and until his wife they’ve always crashed and burned as the people he was with couldn’t handle the intensity of his career and how he would be traveling more often than not.

Reputation: He doesn’t have a reputation relationship wise. As far as anyone in Intelligence knows he’s single and has been single. He’s usually known to be successful in missions where seduction is a key element, does that count? Gossip in the Academy when they learn about Cipher Five is that he’s hot??

Family:

Vitaliya Slovoko: Five’s younger sister. Four years his junior, a major in the Imperial Army by the time they reunite. She’s just as intelligent as he is but finds it best put to use in the context of strategic analysis in the Army. She’s run several successful operations in her time. The last time Five had direct contact with her before resuming it was when he was nineteen just before he became a Cipher Agent. He was close with her growing up, very much a protective older brother Now their relationship is rather cordial until they finally break through the ice and then they’re close af again. Tries to see some of her old brother shining through and sometimes presses a bit too much for it.

Anton Slovoko: Five’s father, retired from the Imperial Army where he was highly successful in support and leadership positions instead of combat positions. Regrets ever allowing his son to go into Imperial Intelligence, worries about Five even after they’ve reunited. He and Five have always had a pretty good relationship, he was the fastest to warm up to Five (Five as a person, not Valetyn, the son that left for the Academy) as he is when he returns. Probably the one that understands and respects Five’s nature the best and is the only one who just nods and accepts his request to not go by Valetyn (He goes by Viktor to everyone outside of his wife and to an extent Era).

Stasya Slovoko (nee Roksana): Five’s mother, ex Imperial Navy where she was a successful combatant/pilot. Thought for the longest time after Five cut off contact (rather unintentionally, he was stripped of most memories of familial ties upon his entrance into Intelligence) that her only son was dead. Hasn’t quite forgiven him or Intelligence for making him/self disappear, hasn’t entirely warmed back up to him. Part of her expects and wants her pre-Intelligence son back, the one who didn’t hold his blood family at an arms length, the one who wasn’t a little bent and broken whenever she looks at him. However she and Five are working on it, they’ve always had a slight tendency to knock heads after all, but they’re trying to work through it for her granddaughters/his daughters’ sake.

Erin and Claire Slovoko: Five and Thea (his wife)’s daughters, twins and too intelligent for their own good. The mirialan in their blood shows through more than the human, which sometimes doesn’t work in their favor in the Empire. They wrangle their father into princess parties and beg Auntie Era to paint his face into funny creatures. He let’s them, he loved his daughters more than anything and would do anything to protect them.

Erabelle Torven: Yup, she gets lumped in with family. Because she’s technically Daughter #1. Because Five took her under his wing when she was a wee little field agent first coming into the Cipher program and well, oops, now he’s stuck with her. Thea jokes that Era is their first child and she’s honestly a part of the family without question. She and Five are extremely close and have a lot more of a father-daughter relationship than say, a sibling-like bond or something.

Agent: He and Thea have a loth cat that they found as a kitten on the streets of Kaas that was jokingly called Agent until he started to respond to it and well..not the cat’s name is Agent. He’s like a big maine coon mixed with a loth cat and is a smug, cuddly bastard. He and Five get are best friends and Five loves his cat dearly. When Five came home injured, almost two weeks after he was supposed to come home the cat sat on his bed and belittled him in meows as cats tend to do for ten standard minutes.

Friends:

Noa: ...who belongs to @delavairesslegacy, obv, basically gets lumped into family as well considering she’s Era’s girlfriend and Five and Thea love her too. But they’re also friends, so to speak. They get along, he’s about as friendly as he can get. They meet officially through Era, but he nows her through Intelligence as Fixer Twenty-Four. He’s probably worked on a mission with her once or twice.

Most of the agents in the Cipher program: I headcanon them to be a fairly small, tightly knit group and he’s grown pretty close to the ones that have been around consistently. Of course, he’s been in the cipher program for close to 10 years, compared to the 5 that most get before they’re killed or disappear and with the ever revolving nature of the cipher program a lot of the agents by the time he retires are young. And since he’s usually tossed into teaching training classes at the Academy he’s had a hand in most of their training. So he’s like the mother duck of the cipher agents, hence the gaggle of agents mention. They’re all pretty close and support each other. The agent puppy pile is a thing, and when Five is being tested after his injury to assess that he really can’t serve the ones that are home at the time are there to support him and are sad (but also glad) that he’s released out of Intelligence.

Enemies:

There are too many to name, and none that have names that stand out to me rn.

Love Interest:

He’s married to @delavairesslegacy‘s Thea Xern. They met when they were both working (she’s an ex SIS agent), and she was interfering with his assassination mission. They infuriated each other, getting in the way of each other’s missions and such. TBH he antagonized her a bit, played games with the SIS agent. He got in trouble for a) letting her see his face by accident and b) doing an unsanctioned search for information on her (where he found mundane jobs listed that he called bullshit on) and was sent to a non combat posting to tie up loose ends and eliminate her, as a loose end. They met, she surrendered and said he could kill her as long as he helped her tie up her own loose ends. Being stuck on a ship for x amount of time later he couldn’t bring himself to kill her and offered to help her start a new life with a new name, no ties to the Republic, on a neutral world. No strings attached. She accepted and from time to time he would check on her, make sure that his connections were sound in what they’d provide for her. And from there they grew closer until they became involved, and eventually she moved to Dromund Kaas to live with him. Which means he may or may not have committed treason in bringing an ex SIS agent into the heart of the Empire. Oops.

Affiliations:

Imperial Agent:

Rank:

Cipher Agent

Known Aliases: Viktor Aulis, Daniil Antonov, Emil Nichevo

Weapons/Specs:

He’s well versed in both stealth/knife fighting like Era prefers, but his strength and preference has always been sniping. He prefers to shoot with a rifle.

Methods of getting information:

Five prefers to go for seduction and befriending rather than torture. He finds torture unnecessary and gruesome. If it comes down to it his veiled, elegant threats will put a blade to your throat but no torture.

Thoughts on the Republic:

He is loyal to the Empire, serves Intelligence to a point unless it conflicts with his own beliefs, but does not hate the Republic. He thinks they do some things wrong and that their supposed morale high ground isn’t as true as they’d like to convince themselves it is but being married to an ex Republic citizen has given him a new perspective, even if she’s not really a Republic patriot anymore.

Other Info:

He’s gone undercover on many occasions but has a general distaste for deep undercover missions. Especially deep undercover missions in the Republic, he thinks they’re tedious and often don’t gain the information they hope. That being said, he’s best suited for solo or pair missions (he and Era are a popular partnership) that involve being undercover to an extent or getting in and out without fuss. He does not enjoy desk work, he gets restless and much prefers to be out in the field.

Other Biographical Info:

Birthworld: Dromund Kaas

Homeworld: ...Dromund Kaas

Where is/are their stronghold(s) located? Where do they consider home?

His home is a modest now family sized apartment (they probably had to move once they realized they’d have two girls) on Dromund Kaas that’s filled with personality and life compared to his old apartment when it was just him, where it was furnished with the basic necessities and was only used as a brief check in point.

Familial Background:

He comes from a military family, and a successful one at that. He’s the first one in a few generations to go into Intelligence however.

Other Info:

A fun little fact; I’ve already mentioned this but Five is particular about names, just as Era is. So he introduces himself as Viktor to people, and Thea, Era and Noa are the only ones (outside his blood family) that know his real name. However Era refers to him as Five still and Noa probably calls him Viktor, as they both understand far to well how much names mean and how special they are for agents like Five and Era. Likewise, Era doesn’t tell Thea and Five her full name (Erabelle) until after the end of the canon story. Even then Thea calls her Belle and Five still has a habit of calling her Nine, though he’s started to call her Erabelle/Belle as well. Only Noa calls her Erabelle.

#swtor #imperial agent #oc: Five #oc: Era #other people's ocs: Thea #other people's ocs: noa #if we can't tell I have more about Five figured out than Tacka #I love Five #so much #like waaay too much #my lovely grumpy agent man #sorry @mobile user's dashes

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melonoverlord · 7 years ago

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Val for all the ABCs asks

A: Aptitude

1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

She’s been tinkering as long as she can remember. Her early childhood is a little fuzzy but she knows she’s been building little robots out of scrap metal and letting them run around town.

2. what activities have they participated in?

She’s the chief technician on the Freedom Vessel and also technically was a spy on Biomia but she was spying for herself rather than an organization.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

Learning how to talk to people. She’s only had her sisters and her eventually girlfriend on Biomia, but now there are people who love her that aren’t like seven and fourteen, so it’s a strange feeling being able to talk about herself without taking care of them.

4. what things are they bad at?

Following orders. She escaped her own quarantine when she was shot four times in the back because she was bored and wanted to celebrate Castor’s birthday with him.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

Definitely designing tech. She worked on B3rT13, Phoebe (the bot, not her sister), Ciri’s tear ducts, Ravi’s arms and legs, and Nivviah’s trident.

B: Basics

1. what is their hair color?

Brown

2. what is their eye color?

Brown, a little darker than her hair.

3. how tall are they?

5′0

4. how old are they?

5. how much do they weigh?

185 lbs

C: Comfort

1. how do they sit in a chair?

One leg over each side of the chair, leaned back, arms crossed. She’s a definite manspreader.

2. in what position do they sleep?

In fetal position, hugging herself, sometimes hugging Phoebe as well. If she’s dead tired she’ll just sprawl out anywhere and usually B3rT13 will eventually carry her to bed.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

Snuggled up to Ciri or Castor, her favorite siblings, and watching old horror movies in their pajamas. Anytime Val can get away with not wearing a bra, she will.

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

Strawberry ice cream. It was the first food she was given when she was in the hospital after she tried to commit suicide. It was really when she and Tam became drinking buddies because he said “I know eating food probably will hurt for a bit, so I brought you ice cream.”

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

B3rT13, actually. Ciri’s the best for the physical comforts and reassurance, but B3rT13 is there to say “Hey, you made me and I’m amazing, so fuck you for thinking you’re not amazing too. And if anyone says that you aren’t, I’ll hit them with my hammer.”

D: Decoration

1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

A lot of natural light since she’s a vent gremlin who only gets artificial light from lamps, an entire floor dedicated to being a workshop so she can separate work from home and let all the upstairs be places for her to call her own, including a guest room. She’d also have pictures of her family and friends set up everywhere, even someone silly like the bathroom.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

More blankets and pillows than a child probably needs, a shit ton of plushies that she finds online (and some from Who), and a mini fridge to store enough snacks so that even if something happens to her, her child will never have to go hungry.

3. how do they decorate their own room?

Val’s room on the Freedom Vessel is a #mess, because half of it is split into her workshop. On her side, she shares her bed with Phoebe and at times B3rT13 when he decides to sleep in her room. She also has the only stuffed animal she brought from Biomia, which is a ratty stuffed pig she calls Rumplepigskin.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

She usually wears jeans and a baseball tee, but when she needs to be dressed up, she’ll wear slacks and a blouse. You’d have to tie her down to get her into a dress. But she also wears the beanie that Ciri made her.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

Nah, she usually doesn’t wear makeup or do her nails because when working with metal, paint is easily chipped.

E: External Personality

1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

She is very meticulous about the personality she portrays which is a carefree, somewhat lazy, girl who just happens to be one of the greatest technophiles of the age. If she’s currently dealing with her trauma, those feelings will slip out but for the most part the persona she puts on isn’t who she really is.

2. do they do things that conform to the norm?

Valerie Anne Read has never conformed to the norm and will continue to break away from the norm until the day she gets blown up on some backwater planet.

3. do they follow trends or do their own thing?

Val never really cared what the trends of the time were since they tended to shift every couple months or so. She only tends to follow trends if she enjoys it herself.

4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

It took her a while because technology is a little behind on Biomia, but once Percy introduced her to the internet, she is on it and catching up as fast as she can. Right now she’s very into space twitter.

5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it outon their own?

There are about fourteen different layers to Val that she lets different people figure out. You’d have to know her for a long ass time before she let out everything to you. Even her sisters didn’t know everything about Val’s true feelings.

F: Fun

1. what do they do for fun?

Crawl through vents, play nerf guns with Castor, Ravi, and B3rT13, and teach B3rT13 different swear words and lewd gestures. Right now his favorite word is “cunt”

2. what is their ideal party?

Lots of wine, chocolate, and a nerf gun fight with everyone on the ship. She’s already working on her power poses. She doesn’t super love giant parties, but she’s welcome to one if it has all her friends.

3. who would they have the most fun with?

Her favorite sibs, Castor, Ciri, Flor, and Percy.

4. can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Nope. Nearly every rule that the Freedom Vessel has, she has broken. Luna had to make a specific set of rules for Val just because she kept breaking the main ones. One of them is “Stop putting food in the vents even if they don’t expire”

5. do they go out a lot?

She hasn’t gone on a lot of missions (the Therion mission was actually her first one ever), but she went out a lot on Biomia to at least look at the clubs even if she never went in. But she’s very interested in the casino on Helios and is ready to lose her money.

G: Gorgeous

1. what is their most attractive external feature?

She has a beautiful soft butch aesthetic which includes a rad pixie cut that perfectly frame her large brown eyes.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

Even in the tensest of situations, Val can manage to light up a room with her jokes and keep everyone at east. She also has a nice thing to say about everyone, even if it hidden in a joke.

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

You won’t be caught dead without cool tech. Val’s given electric tridents, a sassy robot, electricity-absorbing suits, arms and legs, and yes, she is working secretly on Ravi’s rocket knees. Just don’t tell Ciri. She’s waiting for his ninth birthday.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

Her hair is one of the softest you will ever see and you will want to run your fingers through her hair for hours. She also loves her chub and makes shabby chic look like a snack.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

That they don’t have to hide pretty much everything about themselves and can have honest relationships.

H: Heat

1. do they rather a hot or cold room?

Cold room. If her room gets to hot all the tech starts to malfunction. It’s easier to heat up tech from the inside than to cool it down.

2. do they prefer summer or winter?

Winter. She hates being hot since the summer on Biomia can get sweltering and she had to live outside on a hot metal rollercoaster cart.

3. do they like the snow?

Not really. The only snow she was around was slush, and slush looks nasty, especially with all the dirt on the street.

4. do they have a favorite summer activity?

Cannonballing into the pool and getting water all over Tam because he complains that his hair’s going to frizz up.

5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

She loves building snowpeople. She’s only seen a heavy snowfall once on Biomia where there was actually enough snow not to turn to slush, and she loved building a snowman with Isa and Phoebe. They gave it a carrot dick.

I: In-the-closet

1. what is their sexuality?

Harold, she’s a lesbian.

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

Biomia’s one of the planets that still restricts by sexuality (at least in the legal code), so it was expected that she would have to be with a man. It didn’t take her long to realize that she was much more comfortable being with women.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

Nope, she’s always been comfortable in her gender. She does tend to dress more masculine than feminine though. She’s a soft butch.

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Her sisters never cared about her sexuality, and both of them probably queer as well (though both were too young to act on anything), but all they cared whether about if they were safe and if Valerie was happy.

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

She told her sisters when she first starting dating her girlfriend, but really only had to formally come out once, which was a little after she turned sixteen.

J: Joy

1. what makes them happy?

Tinkering in her workshop, eating oreos, crawling through the vents and scaring people, drinking wine and watching trashy TV with Percy and Flor.

2. who makes them happy?

Ciri, Castor, Flor, and Percy. All her favorite brothers and sisters.

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

‘Young Volcanoes’ by Fall Out Boy, ‘Miss Jackson’ by Panic! at the Disco, and ‘It Don’t Mean a Thing’ by Ella Fitzgerald

4. are they happy often?

She hasn’t been happy in years. But she thinks she’s on her way to happiness now that she has more friends.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

B3rT13 and knowing that her inventions are having positive outcomes.

K: Kill

1. have they ever thought about suicide?

Yes, and attempted it when she was 17.

2. have they ever thought about homicide?

Absolutely. She’s still itching to get back at Biomia for taking her family away from her.

3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who?

Honestly, the entire Council of Nine, her ex-girlfriend, and the bitches who shot her in the back on Therion. It’s a good thing Percy and Flor crushed them.

4. who would miss them if they died?

She’s hoping everyone on the Freedom Vessel, but she thinks Ciri, Castor, Flor, and Percy would probably be the most heartbroken.

5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

Pretty much everyone who had a hand in her sisters’ murders.

L: Lemons

1. what is their favorite fruit?

Strawberries. She loves strawberry anything.

2. what is their least favorite fruit?

Pomegranates. For some reason her mind always goes to spider eggs.

3. are there any foods they hate?

Pickles are still un-fucking-valid, no matter what anyone says. And that’s the tea.

4. do they have any food intolerances?

Dairy. Does it stop her from eating dairy? Absolutely not.

5. what is their favorite food?

Strawberry short cake.

M: Maternal

1. would they want a daughter or a son?

She already kinda had two daughters, so she’d be chill with any kid.

2. how many children do they want?

No more than 2 or 3. She doesn’t know how Ciri has like fourteen kids.

3. would they be a good parent?

She doesn’t look it, but Val did a great job raising Phoebe and Isa, a few mistakes regarding trust aside.

4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

A son, she’d probably name it after Castor or Perseus, but she could also see him being called Roman (after her name of Valerie). For a girl, she would definitely start with Phoebe or Isabella, but could also see naming her kids after Ciri or Florina.

5. would they adopt?

Absolutely. She knows what it’s like to be an orphan. Also there’s no way she’s having sex with a man.

N: Never Have I Ever

1. what would they never do?

Betray her friends or family.

2. what have they never done that they want to do?

She’s not going to lie, she really wants to sky dive. Flor promised to take her once by literally carrying her up and then dropping her before swooping down and catching her again, but Luna has always shot the idea down.

3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Actively like the capitalist, imperialist, and fascist qualities that Genesis has and try to uphold them. Also she can’t believe that people like eating fucking pickles, Castor.

4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done?

When she first joined the Freedom Vessel, she completely trashed her room and broke pretty much every breakable object, and then Nivviah calmly asked if she would help her clean up and Val had to watch through tear streaked eyes as Nivviah patiently and silently helped clean up the room Val trashed.

5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

Join an international revolution.

O: Optimism

1. are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Optimistic, though she honestly doesn’t believe most of it. She usually says it so she can hopefully believe her own words in the future and to instill hope in others. She is very pessimistic towards herself.

2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others?

She tends to be optimistic around people just because she can’t stand to see other hopeless, but only really does it if they’re looking for inspiration. If they want to stew in their own sadness, Val will usually let them.

3. are they good at giving advice?

She’s probably given the most advice on the ship, mostly for relationships which she still doesn’t understand because she’s single as a pringle and her one and only relationship ended in two people dead. She is pretty good at giving advice though because it works out if people listen to her.

4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them?

Ravi and Crumb, her sisters, and Percy.

5. were they always optimistic?

She was never really optimistic, except for her false optimism now. As a kid she was much more pragmatic and realist.

P: Personality

1. what is their best personality trait?

She is a ride or die loyal friend. If you get on her good side, she has shown that she is willing to risk her life for you and treats you as a sibling. If you’re her friend, there is close to nothing she wouldn’t do for you.

2. what is their worst personality trait?

*Alicia Keys voice* This girl is a liar! Because of the trauma in her life and what she feels guilty or scared about, she will never give a straight answer and you will have to unravel several layers to find the truth. Even her own version of the truth is skewed because of her own self-deprecation.

3. what of their personality do others love?

Ironically Ciri loves her honesty (at least when it comes to people not Val), her willingness to drop everything for her friends and family, her supportiveness, and her creativity.

4. what of their personality do others envy?

Ciri envies her ability to use humor as a deflection and her ability to say things that other people might be thinking but don’t want to say.

5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

She hates that the personality she has now is a result of her trauma and wishes she could go back to how she was around five years ago.

Q: Questions

1. do they ask for help?

Only as a last resort. She wants to be able to show that she can do things by herself and will only ask for help if there is literally no other way she can solve it herself.

2. do they ask questions in class?

She asked a lot of questions about the Freedom Vessel, mostly to Nivviah, once she was comfortable to talk to people after she first arrived. It wasn’t even full on talking to her, but she wrote at least fifty questions in her notebook and gave it to Nivviah to answer, and to the best of her knowledge, Nivviah answered all of them. The questions ranged from “Where did Luna get this ship” to “Why is Oberon like that”

3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

Nope. She will change subjects, ask back an equally uncomfortable question, or just lie flat out. She hates answering questions about herself.

4. do they ask weird questions?

Oh definitely. She once asked Icio whether Theuthidans’ dicks were smaller fish (she may or may not have been drunk) and once bonded with Juniper on that month when everyone was on Theuthida where Dryads had tree vaginas (she was definitely sober and the question had been on her mind for those two months).

5. are they curious?

She’s a Ravenclaw, she’s got that curiosity that either gets herself killed or people freaked out.

R: Rules

1. do they follow rules?

Not in the slightest. She gives Luna and Nivviah a heart attack every time she breaks a rule.

2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

She was a pretty strict parent to Isa and Phoebe in the sense that they had to be back home by sundown unless they had specifically a “mission”, but was laid-back in the sense that as long as they stayed smart and safe, they could pretty much do whatever they wanted.

3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

She was bedridden for a full day after she was shot in the back despite her protests, and now because of her suicide attempt, is forbidden from going into the infirmary alone and must be accompanied by an adult.

4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

She does regret breaking her family’s rule of “everyone has to like your friend before they can come over” because she thought that she could trust her first girlfriend and ended up being stabbed in the back.

5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

It shouldn’t matter that you’re lactose intolerant, you should be able to drink milk if you really want that milkshake. Also she hates that people still think that slavery’s an alright thing to do.

S: Streets

1. are they street-smart?

Yes. As she was a short, physically weak girl growing up on the streets, Val never was able to play hard, but instead play smart. Steal this, Valerie. Trick this person Valerie. Sneak into this place, Valerie. She had to stay two steps ahead of everyone else just to get a foothold in society.

2. would they give money to someone on the streets?

She never got enough money on Biomia to give it to those begging. And there wasn’t any people on the streets on Biomia. People either had apartments or the orphans lived outside the city limits, usually in the slums outside or in Val’s case, the abandoned amusement park.

3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

Just once, when she was twelve. She was trying to sneak into a hospital to get some medicine for a sick Isa and a guard (known to the orphans on Biomia as a Child Snatcher since they take children on the streets and send them to orphanages) tried to apprehend her. She was able to get away, but not before he got a few good punches in, and she got a well aimed elbow to the temple.

4. has anything happened to them on the streets?

She and Isa were once cornered by a couple of Biomian military agents for the Council of Nine, but for some reason was able to escape, despite them being the only ones there. Whenever she tries to think about it, she just knows that eventually their attention was drawn elsewhere.

5. are they cautious when out?

Val straddles the line between “I don’t care if I die” and “What if I die?” On Biomia she definitely kept an eye and ear out for everything, but now she keeps an eye out just enough that her friends aren’t attacked.

T: Truth

1. are they honest?

Val and Luna are tied for keeping the most secrets. Unless you take special care to get her to trust you completely, there will always be something about her life kept secret.

2. can they tell if someone is lying?

She can tell if someone’s lying to her but finds it difficult to actually pull out the truth. She usually lets subjects drop if she thinks they’re lying and don’t want to talk about it.

3. is it obvious when they’re lying?

She’s gotten lying down pat. Girl’s got a +7 to deception. She’s also lied to people’s faces (like in-game) and hasn’t been called out on it yet.

4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about?

No, she’s actually a little more open than she wants. If she could take her past and the trauma’s she’s faced to the grave, she absolutely would.

5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

She once told her ex-girlfriend about her work and then it spread to the entire Biomian government.

U: Underdog

1. have they been bullied?

She’s been verbally roughed up a bit by guards at different establishments, but she always managed to run away before it got worse than that.

2. have they bullied anyone?

She playfully bullies Ciri, Tam, and Castor just because they know that it’s all in good fun and because she knows that they can take it.

3. have they been physically attacked by a bully?

Thankfully no, mostly because no one cared enough about her family to attack them.

4. have they ever been doubted?

She was an orphaned who lived in an abandoned roller coaster. No one really expected Val would be as smart as she was.

5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

When Luna heard about a seventeen year old genius in Biomia, she expected someone strong, self confident, and mature, not a short, insecure child with a death wish the size of Earth.

V: Vomit

1. do they vomit often?

No, she’s seen enough stuff in the vents to keep her food down.

2. do they get lots of stomach aches?

She used to, but got so used to things in the vents that she has a stomach of steel now.

3. are they good at comforting someone ill?

She’s pretty good. Isa got sick a lot as a kid and would always try to make sure she was as comfortable as could be. She would forego all the blanket space so Isa could have most of it, and tried to get food for her.

4. what do they like as far as comfort goes?

Just being held and having her head pat.

5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

She hiccups, but mostly she just cries. She doesn’t like vomit in the slightest. It brings back to many memories.

W: Water

1. do they drink enough water?

Unless someone puts a glass of water in front of her (which usually is Ravi, Crumb because they’re the doctors or B3rT13 because he cares about his human and humans need water to live) she will not drink water.

2. have they learned to swim?

Nivviah and Luna taught her to swim when she joined the Freedom Vessel, after she was able to do things on her own.

3. do they like to swim?

She likes floating in the pool more than actively swimming, but she really likes doing handstands or cannonballs in the pool.

4. can they dive?

She can only do it from kneeling position, but once she tried from standing and landed in a belly flop.

5. can they swim without holding their nose?

Yeah. It took a long time for her to learn how to do it without getting water up her nose, but she’s fine now.

X: Xylophone

1. what is their favorite genre of music?

The one thing she can say she likes about Biomia is their music, and really loves jazz music, especially the ones that played at the speakeasies she would sneak into.

2. do they have a favorite song?

‘Young and Beautiful’ by Lana Del Rey

3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer?

She has and will always be gay for Ella Fitzgerald.

4. can they sing well?

She doesn’t have the best voice, but she can sing decently. It was Isa who was the star of the family. She sang and danced on street corners while Val and Phoebe pick-pocketed.

5. can they rap?

She’s actually a pretty decent rapper and can keep up with most beats.

Y: You

1. how old were you when you created them?

I believe 17. My powerpoint for her novel is dated back to 2015.

2. what inspired you to create them?

I was writing a novel about lesbian space pirates that never got finished, and Val was one of the main characters.

3. were they different when they were first created?

Definitely. I accidentally gave her Phoebe’s personality when I made her a campaign character as novel Val is much more controlled, shy, and misunderstood (and went by Valerie). But I love both of them the way they are. It was sort of explained why Val now acts more like how Phoebe did, but it will be explained more in depth later.

4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

She and Luna are my two favorite npcs of the campaign. I love all the love interests, don’t get me wrong, but Val owns my entire fucking heart.

5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

As a STEM major who feels the imposter syndrome very bad, I love that Val is a proud engineering girl who never feels like she’s not as good as she is. What gives her anxiety about her work is not whether she’s not good enough, it’s the unintended side effects of her invention. Also she’s chubby and gay.

Z: Zebra

1. what’s their favorite animal?

Platypuses. They just look like they’re not meant to exist and honestly, big mood.

2. do they like animals?

She has a hard time connecting to living things (both human and animal) and prefers to work with robots, but she thinks they’re cute.

3. cats or dogs?

Dogs. She’s afraid of bigger dogs, but she likes medium sized ones or the small ones.

4. what’s their dream pet?

She once saw a Tasmanian Tiger in one of the free zoos on Biomia and thought it was one of the coolest animals she’s ever seen. But a couple years later she went back and it was gone and hasn’t seen it since.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

Technically Phoebe is a pet, but she prefers to think of the little bot as her daughter. And then B3rT13 is her asshole son.

#imaturtlebug #my characters #Valerie Read #genesis campaign

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 7 years ago

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Wall Buddies (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Prompt: The walls in this apartment building are really thin and I can hear you having mental breakdowns all the time are you okay? AU

AN: I wrote this ages ago and thought I'd post it between updates.

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Y/N sat up in bed and checked their clock, displaying the time 02:37. They looked back at the wall that was opposite their sleeping quarters and the adjoining wall for the mirrored apartment next door. Muffled whimpers were drifting through the thin plaster, same as the past few days.

Having never met their next door neighbour, Y/N didn’t know what they could do to help. Due to their anxiety surrounding meeting newbies, they’d never attempted to bother with the other people in the building. Now they wish they had.

Lifting off the covers, Y/N slipped out of their bed and padded over to the wall. Sliding their back down it, they listened to the heartbreaking sobs and gasps for air as the person cried. It was horrible; they sounded so hopeless, so lonely.

In spite of the anxiety building up, Y/N gently knocked on the walls. The crying ceased almost immediately, leaving an empty silence in its wake.

“Hello?” Y/N spoke softly, “Are you ok?” Wow, they thought to themselves, what a fucking great question to ask someone who is obviously not.

“Who is that?” A male voice asked thickly, as though his airway was clogged by his tears.

“I’m Y/N. I’m your neighbour.” No shit, Sherlock.

“Oh.”

“Look, I’m sorry about that rubbish question; I was wondering if you needed anything.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re upset and I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t even know my name,” The voice sniffed loudly.

“Well, I can hear you crying and I want to make sure you’re gonna be ok.”

“I’ll be fine.” Y/N rolled their eyes; yeah, sure he was.

“Well, drink a glass of water, have a hot shower and change pyjamas when you’re done.”

“Why?”

“Self care.”

“Oh, ok. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, neighbour.”

Y/N lifted themself up to leave when the voice added, “My name’s Steve.”

“Pleasure to hear you, Steve. Well, not really; you’re upset. I hope you feel better soon. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Steve whispered back, “But you should sleep, it’s really late.”

“Only if you get some sleep too.”

“I can’t, really.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Y/N asked, thinking that he probably would, “Why not?”

There was a pause, as if Steve was contemplating telling the stranger through the wall his issues. He almost definitely was. Y/N followed through with their question that he didn’t have to tell them.

“No, no. It’s ok. I just get nightmares a lot.”

“Any particular reason why?”

“I used to be a soldier.”

“I’m guessing it’s the post trauma disorder leading to these nightmares.”

“Yeah, that and I’ve lost a lot of people.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Y/N wasn’t sure how to respond for a moment, mulling over their choices. They weren’t going to be that patronising person that told them “don’t be sad” as if their statement would flick a switch and all would be well. Emotions didn’t work like that and had to be treated with care.

“Ok, forgive me for the shitty analogy,” They started which earned them a chuckle – great start – “and I’m not an expert on this kind of thing but I do know that PTSD is like a cut. You have to treat it in a specific way for it to get better. You don’t leave a cut open and do nothing because then it’ll get infected and we’ll have to amputate. Not that anyone’ll amputate your head. You’ll just be worse off.

You have to treat it correctly, clean it out, put antiseptic on it and bandage it. Then change the bandage every so often. That’s the general way. It’s similar to PTSD; you have to take care of yourself properly. You can’t just leave it and expect it to be ok; you have to take care of yourself to benefit in the long run.

The treatment for this is different to everyone experiencing it but they follow a similar pattern. Ease yourself into life, be gentle, and remove the things that make it horrible, though like the stinging antiseptic stuff you will have to go through some bad stuff. But it’ll get better overtime. Now forgive me if that was clichéd but that’s how I see it. If it’s all wrong, you have the right to throw it all in my face.”

“No,” was the automatic response, “I think you’re right… Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think we could talk more often?”

Y/N smiled to themselves as they replied, “I’d like that a lot.”

“You’re late,” Steve commented through the wall as Y/N flopped onto the bed with a loud groan.

"My apologies,” They spoke through a mouthful of pillow, “But work today was very demanding.”

“What is it that you do? I never asked.”

“You think our occupations would’ve come up; we’ve been talking for a few weeks now. I’m a games developer.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I work out all the codes for the characters in the games, develop the motion sensor things, that kind of stuff. You do anything?”

“I’m, uh,” Steve stammered a little, “I help out at Stark Tower.”

“No way, that’s so cool!” Y/N leapt up from her bed and sat over by the wall for better sound.

“Yeah, well, you don’t know what a pain in the ass Stark is,” Steve said with mock morose.

“You know Tony Stark? The guy’s a genius, even if he is a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah, I guess he is.”

“He funds my work as well, so I guess I have to like him,” Y/N joked. A snort came from the other side of the wall.

“Steve whatever your middle and last name is, are you laughing at me?” Y/N pretended to sound offended, even slapping a hand over their heart as if Steve were in the room.

“No, I swear,” Steve wheezed. It was a great, deep laugh, muffled by the wall and a hand over the top as he tried to stop it. In short, it was adorable as hell.

“Then what’s so funny?”

“My friend Nat is texting me… some stuff.”

“Oh yeah, what?”

“She, uh, wants to meet you.”

“Have you yet to explain that we have not seen each other face to face?”

“Yeah.”

“Steve, you plank.” That “insult” led to another set of laughter from Steve. This was real progress considering his state a few weeks prior. Y/N felt a little weird, vicariously living through her neighbour with no face, but she also felt good about Steve feeling better and even considered him a friend.

“Maybe we should change that,” Steve spoke after his laughter ceased, “I’d like to put a face to the voice that’s been my counsellor for the past few weeks.”

“You mean meet up?” Y/N began to feel slightly nervous for some reason.

“Yeah, I do. Is that ok?”

“Yes,” Y/N answered, “That would be better than ok. That would be great.”

“So, Y/N would you like to meet me for coffee tomorrow? I have work first but I know a café that serves decent coffee and it’s quiet there. We can meet in the afternoon.”

“Yes, I’d love that. Could you give me the directions?”

As Steve recited a set of directions, Y/N scrawled them out in their notepad, their hand shaking a little. I shouldn’t be nervous, they thought, I’m just meeting a friend for coffee. Their reassurances didn’t calm the butterflies in the pit of their stomach.

“Oh, I have to go but I’ll see you tomorrow,” Steve excused, “Glad I can finally say that.”

“I look forward to it,” Y/N called back, “And the feeling’s mutual. I can’t wait.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Steve spoke one last time before the silence. Y/N heard a door close then a front door open and shut. Assuming it was Steve’s, they ripped the note out of the pad and placed it by their bedside table, aiming to get a good night’s sleep before they met their wall buddy.

#steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #mcu imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans imagine #r: gender neutral #wc: >1k #my writing #imagine

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bloodstained-porcelain-doll · 8 years ago

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Sugar and Spice

Summary: When your landlord gets sick of you being late with rent, you decide to find a sugar daddy as a last resort. What you never expected was that one of your favourite actors, Richard Speight Jr, was one. Word count: 911 Warnings: Don’t think there are any. Cover art by wifey @pepperwoodatnight thank you <3

Chapter one: The meeting

You were late with your rent yet another month, and your landlord was getting sick of it. You were a student and for some reason you couldn’t get a job no matter how many you applied to, so here you were at your last resort; seekingarrangement.com. A site for finding sugar daddies. You scrolled through endless profiles, young men, old men, you name it.

You had looked around for over an hour, scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through Johnnyboy, RobertAdventure01, AndyAwesome, DickSpeight- wait, what? You blinked and looked again. In grey letters was the name DickSpeightJr. You looked at the picture. It was taken from a distance, so you didn’t see who it was immediately, but a closer look confirmed that holy shit, Richard Speight Jr was on a sugar daddy site, looking for a sugar baby!?

You clicked his profile. It stated his name, age and a short bio. Actor, director, single. You clicked the message symbol. After about ten minutes you had finished what you thought was an appealing letter to the actor. You waited while your heart pounded like crazy. No way would you be able to sleep now!

It took an hour before you got a response. He liked you. He thought you sounded sweet. He said you were very beautiful. He wanted to meet for coffee. Your heart jolted as you typed a reply, and eventually you decided on a nearby café in a few days.

You picked out what you thought was your best outfit. It was cute and decent, but tight and low-cut enough to show some sex appeal. A touch of makeup and some hair styling later, you headed out the door to the coffeeshop. When you arrived, you saw him from behind, recognised the golden brown, slightly curly hair and the broad shoulders. You took a deep breath and walked up to him.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said when he noticed you. A wide smile spread over his face and he stood up to shake your hand. Firm grip. “Wow, you are even more beautiful in person. Hi, I’m Rich,” he said. “Well, why else would you be on a sugar daddy site?” you joked, mostly to take focus off your blushing cheeks. He chuckled. “Sorry, that was a bad joke,” you said. “Don’t sweat it. You wanna order? It’s on me, of course.” He nodded to the coffee bar up front.

A mocha latte and a brownie later, you and Richard sat down again. “So,” he started, “have you had a sugar daddy before?” You shook your head. “No, this is my first time. I’m struggling with rent right now.” “I’ll help ya out with that, don’t worry.” “Thanks… so, what do you want from a sugar baby?” “Depends on what you’re willing, and how long we’re gonna know each other. I don’t expect you to jump in bed with me first thing you do,” he said and sipped his coffee, making a pouty face when it was too hot. Damn he’s cute, I wouldn’t mind jumping in bed with him right now, you thought.

“That sounds reasonable,” you said. “I have an event to attend in a few days that I’d love to take you with me to.” “Yeah? Tell me more.” “Well, as you know I’m an actor, I don’t know if you’ve seen anything I’m in.” “I have, actually. I hope that won’t make anything weird, but I’ve seen you in Supernatural.” “Oh!” was his reaction. “I’m not a crazy fangirl,” you said. “I believe you. So are you like… in the fandom? Cause that could be a dealbreaker.” Richard tried another sip of coffee, and didn’t pout this time. You shook your head. “No. No tumblr, no conventions, no fanfiction. I just like the show.” “Alright, well, I’m satisfied with that,” he said and smiled at you. Internally, you let out a sigh of relief. You were a fan, but you truly believed yourself not to be crazy in any way.

“That’s good. So, the event?” you asked carefully. “Right, yes. I want you to be my date to a concert. You know Rob Benedict?” You nodded. “Yeah, he sings in a band.” Louden Swain, yeah I know, I love them. “Oh really? I didn’t know that.” “Yeah, they’re called Louden Swain. They’re playing in a bar on Friday. Got any plans then?” “Nope, I’m free,” you said and smiled. “Actually, you’re quite expensive,” he retorted and winked, making you giggle a little.

“How much is your rent?” he asked. “Five hundred and sixty.” “Will you settle for seven hundred then? Rent... and a little sugar.” “Wh- for… for one date?” you asked with wide eyes. Richard chuckled at you. “Wow, you really haven’t done this before,” he stated.

“That’s what I said,” you replied and smiled. “Well, yeah, that’s… that sounds great. Anything special I need to think of? Dress code?” “Something pretty that shows how gorgeous you are. I wanna show you off after all,” he said with a cheeky grin. You felt yourself blush again, and nodded.

“Sounds great,” you said again. You and Richard finished your coffee about half an hour later, after making idle small talk and getting to know each other a little better. He seemed very genuine and you looked forward to the concert on Friday. He gave you a kiss on the cheek when you said goodbye, and you found yourself loving the way his beard felt against your skin.

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aly-the-writer · 7 years ago

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*whispers* I’m sorry, maybe?...found this prompt while scrolling through the SWTOR tag for prompts. Sat down to write it and my brain went “Hey, what if there was something like Tranquility in the SWTOR universe for force users the way there is for mages in Thedas?” And then this happened...

“…The side effects are considerable, but acceptable, given the risk posed by these individuals. The disasters at Belsavis and Oricon proved that leaving these individuals intact while in Republic custody was a terrible idea. Even with the Empire defeated…”

Truthfully Theron wasn’t paying very close attention to what the science drone was saying as he trailed behind the Supreme Commander. He wasn’t sure why he had been called to this meeting – although given the dark expression that the Barsen’thor had on he probably should be paying closer attention. That was his ‘who thought planet-killing superweapons were a good idea?!’ expression.

“Please tell me this is entirely theoretical, Supreme Commander,” the Jedi’s voice lacked most of his usual warmth – a tone usually reserved for Moffs that bombarded civilian population centers or Sith that unleashed atrocities. “To go through with such a plan would be barbaric, whether used on the Sith or not. Such methods are below the Republic.”

The scarred Commander frowned at the Jedi, “Master Jedi, your Order let the Sith Empire return once before, we will not take that risk again. The directive has already been utilized against a number of high-value, high-danger targets with considerable success.”

They turned a corner and were admitted into the cell block.

This one was set up mostly for medical care and surveillance. The prisoners subjected to this new program evidently not a risk of escape. Theron did a quick count – about ten cells…that many powerful Sith at close quarters and even non-force sensitives should be feeling the almost overwhelming pressure that dark side wielders could exert on their surroundings.

There wasn’t anything except the on-edge feeling that extremely sterile, hospital-like environments gave off all on their own. Crisp and white, well-lit it looked more like an asylum than a prison.

“We believe that the subjects may be able to live as productive members of society, if provided the necessary care to account for their condition. Subject Three, for example would make an excellent addition to an archival staff given his extensive historical knowledge.”

The drone stopped in front of one of the cells to open it.

The interior was just as pristine as the exterior. Small, mostly comfortable cell.

The prisoner was dressed in a dull grey-white prison uniform, and sat perfectly still on the bed, not in a meditation pose but upright, his back slightly slouched, his eyes on the floor.

Theron stepped forward not even realizing what he was doing, shock sending a cold emptiness through his gut.

The most powerful surviving Imperial Sith…the one that had always been almost no danger to Republic interests as Sith politicking had kept him too busy to care about the Republic. The Sith who had gone from slave to Dark Councilor and then galactic hero following his defeat of Revan on Yavin…

Darth Nox.

The man he wasn’t supposed to fall in love with – the one that wasn’t supposed to love him but had anyways.

“Tusin?” it took him a moment to realize the name had come from his lips, as he knelt in front of the Sith Lord.

In the past there’d always been a smile, even when he was being scolded for his behavior by Darth Marr he’d spared Theron a smile. His bright golden eye lively and intelligent now looked at him with an empty sort of recognition.

The Sith had always held himself statue still when not occupied with a task, perfectly rigid unless he was making an effort to appear relaxed. Behavioral hallmarks left over from his early life, but the lack of movement now was different.

“Theron Shan,” the dull voice held none of the playful fondness that had colored the way that the Sith had said his name in the past. “I remember you.”

He’d been tortured before, but he couldn’t remember anything that hurt as much as the ache in his chest right now. Hot tears pricked at his eyes as he touched one of his sharp cheek bones, tracing his thumb over the barely perceptible ridging there – less prominent than in some Sith but there to the touch.

“Theron? Son,” Jace’s voice and a hand clamping on his shoulder startled him out of his stunned reaction.

He jerked away from his father, anger flaring. “You did this! He surrendered, he trusted the Republic to be better than the Sith and this is what that gets him. How could you?!”

Jace frowned, “He was the enemy, Theron. The Jedi said that there was no hope of redeeming these prisoners. They were too dangerous to lea-“

The only reason the punch didn’t connect was because a gentle force push shoved the two apart.

“Commander,” the Barsen’thor’s silver-gray eyes held an emotion strangely close to anger, and he spoke with a tone of finality that confirmed the Jedi’s boundless patience had run thin. “Please leave us for now. I will talk to Theron, but it would be best if you were not here for now…”

Yellow eyes had passed between all those who entered the cell.

“Val,” Theron looked to the Jedi, hoping he wasn’t going to get a lecture about his emotions. The silver haired healer was in many regards one of the few Jedi he’d known to strictly adhere to the code.

“No lectures,” the healer promised, turning his eyes to Tusin. It was sometimes difficult to read the expressions the Jedi wore, he didn’t emote strongly, but it was clear there was sorrow written there.

“…is he in pain like this?” Theron asked anger dying into a twisted sick feeling in his chest. “Is there a way to fix this?” If anyone knew how to mend something through the force it’d be this Jedi, wouldn’t it?

“I think he is but he can’t feel it,” the Jedi answered at last. “As to healing what has been done…we will find a way, Theron.”

Theron turned his gaze onto the soulless Sith Pureblood that had been Tusin Shade.

The gold eyes met his, “I remember, before everything went silent. I was sad that I would never buy you that drink. I think that I might have loved you before, Theron Shan.”

Another knife sank into his heart and twisted, dully the agent agreed: “Yeah….yeah, you might’ve.”

Once he’d chosen the Republic over this man, let him walk away back to the games of Sith politics and the hopeless push for peace. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

#swtor #my writing #Theron Shan #Theron Shan/Sith Inquisitor #borrowing the tranquility idea #angst

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