#My buddies are good distraction but 1 is at work right now I think

[eorzeanflowers]

I really wish my adhd would do the whole focus thing on drawing instead of video games sometimes.

[russellradio]

~to be updated when I post a new fic, so I have them all in one place~

you can find me as bucksclipboard on ao3 💕 kudos and comments make my day!

buddie fic masterpost here

clear the air (G, 1.8k) | ao3

After the basketball incident, an injured Eddie (on heavy pain pills) can’t stop worrying about Buck. Tommy knows how important they are to each other, even if he only met them a few weeks ago. So, he convinces Eddie to give him Buck’s address.

or: missing scene, set right before tommy shows up at buck’s loft (7x04)

nobody compares (G, 1.3k) | ao3 | (ambiguous bucktommy/buddie)

"Sorry", Eddie said and scrunched his nose.

"No, you’re right", Tommy admitted. "I don’t want that. I want to give him something he’ll love."

"Well, then not a gift card. Look, I’ve been a terrible gift giver in relationships, so I’m not judging. But you look like you’re getting a migraine, so maybe… let me help you?"

A deep sigh escaped him. "How?"

or: eddie helps tommy shop for buck's birthday gift and inadvertently makes things worse

to be loved is to be seen (E, 2.1k) | ao3 | rebloggable

"Right now, Buck was standing in front of the window stark naked. The curtains were drawn wide open, but he didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

Tommy had heard bits and pieces of his Buck 1.0 history, he knew he wasn’t as shy as their first encounters had made it seem. Still, this was a surprise."

or: tommy learns that buck doesn’t mind being seen at all

fond at first sight (T, 1.5k) | ao3 | rebloggable

“Aren’t you off the clock, Kinard?”, a confused voice called after him. Technically, he was. His shift had ended about 30 minutes ago and Tommy was free to go home – however, he couldn’t. He had promised to stick around in case he was needed.

or: 7x03 missing scene – buck and tommy’s first meeting

kiss in the kitchen (like it's a dancefloor) (T, 1.6k) | ao3 | rebloggable

When Buck realizes Bobby is going to be ok, it feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest. Tommy insists on coming over and keeping him company – and for the first time, they make dinner together.

or: maybe buck and tommy get a little distracted

(set before their scene in 7x10)

born to make you happy (T, 1.8k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Buck kept thinking of that Parks and Rec quote. “If I keep my body moving and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.” He smiled to himself as he opened the door to his loft, exhausted and ready to collapse on his couch but feeling somewhat accomplished. He had spent the morning volunteering at a dog sanctuary, and then raced home to take a quick shower before going to his annual checkup and to get a haircut he didn’t really need but hey, why not. It was his birthday after all.

or: tommy surprises buck on his birthday

more under the cut

written all over your face (T, 2.5k) | ao3 | rebloggable

A completely smitten Buck decides he wants to keep Tommy all to himself for just a while longer. When an accidental goodbye kiss exposes their new relationship, the 118 wants to be respectful – but when has that ever worked?

or: buck and tommy try to keep their relationship a secret and fail adorably

let me hold your hand (T, 1.1k) | ao3 | rebloggable

They could’ve lost their jobs over the unauthorized cruise ship rescue – instead, they’re receiving medals. Buck and Tommy arrive at the ceremony together and share a sweet moment before going in to join their crews.

or: buck and tommy can be professional AND hold hands in public

better than revenge (E, 3.5k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Buck is having a hard time adjusting to Captain Gerrard’s reign of terror. After weeks of keeping his worries to himself, he tells Tommy – and they get their own kinky version of revenge.

or: does this qualify as revenge sex?

series: I think we'd feel good together (4/4)

the fics can be read in order or as standalones

you talk to me like lovers do (M, 2.3k) | ao3 | rebloggable | (1/4)

After that beast of a fire, Buck makes sure Tommy is taken care of. He brings him home to the loft – not only so he can kiss him some more but sure, that too.

or: tommy shows up for buck and buck shows up for tommy

you better come get your man (T, 3.2k) | ao3 | rebloggable | (2/4)

Buck and Tommy bask in the early stages of their relationship – but there’s one concern Tommy just can’t seem to shake. He decides to confront Eddie about a careless comment he made and learns more than he bargained for. In the words of Chandler Bing: can open, worms everywhere.

or: tommy tries to understand the 118 dynamics and gets a little overprotective

oh what a beast, oh what a man (E, 2.2k) | ao3 | (3/4)

Tommy doesn’t want to pressure Buck – and Buck has been holding back for his own reasons. One night, he decides to take the next step and ask for what he wants.

or: buck finally gets to have sex with his beast of a boyfriend

it's in his kiss (T, 3.4k) | ao3 | rebloggable | (4/4)

Buck finds out Tommy confronted Eddie about the comment he made, and it leads to the first fight in their relationship. It’s time he learns: This is what it feels like to be someone’s priority.

or: I hope buck gets a kiss on his birthmark every day

if you made it to the end of this post: thank you so much for reading!

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Cat's out the Bag Gen 1 pt.82

After grabbing a bite to eat at the station the cab dropped the group off at the end of the street near the Gratz house. Mercury waited outside to give them a hand with the kids and the bags. Adrianne flew into M's arms the moment she saw her.

Adrianne: Look Aunt Mercury, I can fly now!

M: My big girl! Oh my goodness, look at you flying. Look who else got their wings.

Crimson: Hi Auntie Mercury.

He said sadly, his wings hung limply at his back.

M: What's the matter buddy?

Crimson: I haven't learned to fly yet. Mommy says my wings aren’t strong enough.

M: Well, you're a year younger than your sister, so I'm sure by next year, your wings will be sooo strong that you can fly from Newcrest all the way to Ravenwood.

As M talked to Crimson and Adrianne, Venus and Ishtar used the distraction to make a mess.

Kason: Really guys? Now go inside and get changed so you can come back out and clean it up..

He shook his head dissappointed. They hung their heads as he walked them inside. M set down Adrianne and sent her and Crimson inside as well.

Kason came back outside where M lingered and kissed her cheek.

Kason: How was your day?

M: Better now, but good overall. How was the city?

Kason: Good. They moved Geekcon to the Art District. They were having some kind of festival it looked different than I remember.

M: That sounds like fun. I'm glad you took the kids. Did they have fun?

Kason: Aren't you interested if I had fun?

He teased.

M: I know you had fun. I just hope you behaved yourself. You and Peyton are trouble together at Geekcon.

Kason: All innocent fun I assure you love. I only like to get in trouble with you these days.

During their flirty exchange he realized now was the best time to tell her what he'd seen in San Myshuno, but he hadn't thought about what he would say so he started with simple part.

Kason: I saw Beckett there.

M: Really? That loser, he didn't say he was going to Geekcon. I guess that's not surprising, he does live in the Art District. Did you say hi?

Kason: I didn't get a chance to. He was there with Maidson.

M: Madison? Madison Miller?

She asked stunned. Kason nodded in silent confirmation. He waited for her to recover from the initial shock. She was quiet for a moment, he could see the information working in her brain and then realization crossed her face.

M: Madison is the mystery girl.

Kason: It would make sense. Why else would he be hiding her from you?

M: That's why he was annoyed earlier when I told him to invite her to the party. He didn't think he could.

Kason looked at her with a curious expression. It was the first time they'd talked about Madison alone. When they'd spoken with Takara she'd assured them that Madison was harmless and apologetic. It seemed to appease have Mercury at the time and helped rid her of any lingering jealousy or ill feelings for Madison, but Kason wasn't sure how he felt. He knew Madison hadn't helped Paris and she'd never meant to keep their friendship a secret from him, but her mistakes had almost cost him his wife. That wasn't something you just got over. He didn't hate her, but that didn't mean he had to be her friend either.

Kason: Could he have? Invited her I mean, if you'd known earlier?

She paused giving it some thought.

M: Yes. I know you were angry with her for not telling you about Paris and well, I didn't know what to think of her, but did she really do anything to hurt us intentionally? I trust Takara and she trust Madison. So if Beckett had told me that she was his date I would have been okay with him bringing her. What good would it do to make them both pay for Paris's mess. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable but I honestly think it would have been the right thing.

Kason hadn't thought he could love her more and then she had proved her compassion and forgiveness went beyond anything he could have fathomed.

Kason: How did we all get so lucky? I can agree, I was pretty hard on her without knowing all the facts. We all let Paris get in our heads and she got exactly what she wanted. The only person I trust with your safety as much as the people in that house right now is Takara. If she still thinks Madison isn't a problem then I can accept that.

M: I guess explains all his rambling earlier.

Kason: What do you mean?

M: Earlier, when he called me. I asked why they hadn't made it official, and Bek started acting weird. He said it was “complicated” and that “it was important that I like her”. He must think I hate her and won’t approve.

She started to take out her phone and dial Becketts’ number but Kason stopped her.

Kason: It's getting late and he probably won't want to talk about it now after seeing me. Give him a chance to get his thoughts together and you guys can talk tomorrow. I'll even go and start setting up early just so you guys have time to talk.

She fidgeted nearly giving in to the urge to call him right then.

M: You're right. Are you sure? No, you're right, I should give him some space. He said he wanted to talk in person...Right?

He smiled and led her towards the door.

Kason: Come on. I'll make you a cup of coffee and tell you about the trip.

Previous Next

Beginning

Sidebar: If it feels like M didn’t fight the Madison situation very hard, it’s cause she didn’t. Madison was never the problem. She was a pawn in the game just like M and once Takara explained everything any ill feelings she carried towards Madison went bye-bye. Also, M is a people person, friendly and family-oriented and her original aspiration was friend of the world so it’s safe to say she’s pretty forgiving and wants to create peace between the people in her life even if it means having to deal with some uncomfortable situations.

Also, I know there's a lot of family dialogue recently but they haven't seen each other in so long It feels necessary to get caught up on their lives.

Last, I know I write the coffee line for Kason a bit. That's because Mercury has a crazy coffee addiction since she was in college and he's constantly making cups of coffee and leaving them in the kitchen I assume for her cause he never drinks them.

Poses: @starrysimsie Walkin' and talkin' & Hold me close

Build: @vellesa-well Central Railway station No CC

[blazinghotfoggynights]

Random possibilities for 9-1-1 based on nothing more than my wandering, weird mind. These are just random thoughts:

What if Tommy is going to become a permanent cast member and he and Buck will last for a while, if not be endgame? Tim Minear seems to love Tommy and BuckTommy. I could see a proposal or marriage by the end of the season to complete the Tommy Kinard redemption arc.

What if Gerrard's return will be used to reinforce how Tommy is now a good man and "good people"? Tim Minear will use it to solidify Tommy's redemption arc and bring him in as a main character.

What if Eddie has a major emotional upheaval and moving back to Texas is a serious possibility? If they have him turn to his Catholic roots for guidance and comfort, I can see him choosing to leave LA and be what he was raised to be. That effectively gets rid of Ryan Guzman and puts all Buddie talk to an end, opening the door to a BuckTommy focused fanbase with no more distractions.

What if Bobby never comes back to the 118 and Gerrard is it? That is an easy way to send that character away.

What if with Bobby cut out, Athena decides to follow him? It wouldn't be difficult to remove Athena, who may decide that Bobby's new career is much more attractive and it's time she retired anyway.

What if with Bobby gone and Gerrard in permanently, the 118 becomes too hostile for Hen and Chim to finish their careers there? Hen could return to school to complete her medical degree (What happened with that storyline anyway?), Chimney could easily transfer, we have seen him training, and that would open the door for Buck to follow Tommy and Tim to create a show following them.

Buddie? There will always be fanfic. It is clear Tim loves the Tommy Kinard character and working with characters who can be hateful. (If you think it is normal to minimize racist, sexist bullying as just "fitting in", keep bringing back characters to infuse that element of hate, have the targets of the hate forgive and befriend their terrorists, then tell everyone how good they are, there is something wrong with you. Tim Minear loving those characters and redeeming them is a tired trope that has been dragged for decades and extremely sus.) Even if BuckTommy is not endgame, I feel the endgame will keep Eddie hetero and whoever Buck ends up with will be lily white and probably male, with that couple becoming the focus of the show. I still believe that right now, the plan is for BuckTommy to endure and end the series together.

Eddie? I think his character is going to be done very dirty. If he caves to his parents wishes for him and becomes the good son, it'll be one of the biggest disappointments ever. I could see him going to church, praying to be guided back to the fold, and deciding that LA is not the place for him if he wants to be a good, devout Catholic man with a son and, very soon in the future, a wife, so his parents will be proud.

What if Buck, who has been desperate for love and acceptance since episode one, changes to be more like Tommy and more like what Tommy wants in a partner? Since Buck is the fan favorite, having him mirror Tommy could support Tommy being a good guy and gain support from the fanbase.

Where the hell are Hen, Karen, and Ravi? Hen is a main. Karen has been around for years, as has Ravi. Why aren't we getting more of them?

I said this last season and I am going to say it again this season, I think the endgame now is for this to end as the Buck and Tommy hour. It looks like the other characters are possibly being set up for phase outs, with their stories being left underdeveloped on purpose in order to tie them up easily.

I could see a spin off in the works focused on Buck and Tommy.

No, I don't have inside information. I am no psychic, although I have ESPN. (Dad joke. Or is it a mom joke since I'm a woman? Whatever.) I'm just throwing random could-be's out there.

[mykoreanlove]

Leave You Loving You Part 2

Check Part 1

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First month

Minho stared at your chat for the hundredth time fighting the urge to answer you. Or call you. Or facetime you. Anything really to hear your beautiful voice again. He sighed in exasperation. Why is this dating shit so hard?

A ping from his phone distracted him from his sorrowful thoughts. Another match on that stupid app, great. He opened the messenger and looked at the blonde girl. She looked young, naïve even. Someone he could easily use for some fun he assumed. Is that what you really want, though? The nagging voice in the back of his mind tortured him again, making it painfully obvious that he was running away from his true feelings.

Minho messaged her immediately, asking if she was free for a drink. I don’t want to think about y/n. I don’t want to think about what I’m feeling for her. And I sure as hell don’t want to think about whether I did the right thing or not. He massaged his temples, his emotional turmoil clearly took a stance on his physical health as well. All I wanna do is meet this girl, or any girl really, and loose myself in her. Literally.

He got up and changed clothes, applied musky perfume and styled his chestnut hair. Minho tried not to look into the mirror for too long as he was dangerously close to imploding. It’s gonna be fine, Min. You can forget her now.

//

“Wait, you dated another girl? Again? But what about the last one? What was her name again?” Chan looked at Minho in shock. He knew that Minho liked you but he didn’t dare to ask what led to your downfall. Minho frowned, eagerly trying to remember the last girl’s name.

“You don’t know, do you?” Chan’s voice was full of shade. “Minho, buddy, maybe try toning it down a bit?”

He scoffed in annoyance. “Hyung, buddy, maybe try minding your own business for a bit?”

//

Shit, I drank too much. How did I end up in this cab? Minho was sitting in the back of a taxi while a brunette girl was climbing his lap, placing kisses all over his neck. And who is she? His head fell back as he tried to make sense out of this situation.

“Minho, you are so hot. I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.” He smirked as she was sucking on his skin, leaving delicate marks. Minho froze up as he thought back to you doing the same thing. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and imagined your soft lips on his skin as he was grabbing the cab girl, pulling her closer to him. When he felt her teeth grazing his neck he shuddered in pleasure. “Fuck, y/n, slow down or I’ll fuck you in this cab.”

The girl stopped immediately. “What did you just say?” Minho shot up in panic as he realized what he had said. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can you leave my mind already, y/n? He decided to ignore it, hoping that her neediness for him would outweigh his slipup.

“I said”, he grabbed her tighter by the waist, “slow down or I’ll fuck you in this cab, sweetie.” Whether she bought it or simply didn’t care was irrelevant, all that mattered was that it worked. 1:0 for me, y/n.

//

“God, you look like shit.” Hyunjin mustered as Minho was entering the kitchen’s dorm. “Well, good morning to you, too.” Hyunjin leaned over the counter, munching on his cereal as he was elaborating. “Hyung, you know for someone that has as much sex as you do, you seem very distressed. Why is that?”

Because I’m not with her. I’m not with y/n anymore. Minho forced a smile, trying to fight through it. “Good question, Jinnie. Maybe the amount of sex is too low compared to my amount of stress. Let me check that.” Minho stuck out his tongue as he was leaving, already calling the next hook-up. “How long will you keep this up, hyung?” Hyunjin whispered to himself.

Second month

“Changbin, come one! Just one more drink. Changbinaaah!!” Minho was out with his friend. They found a newly opened bar which was packed hence they were sitting opposite of the cute bartender. Changbin chuckled as he put on his jacket. “I’m gonna go and I advise you to do the same.” He sneakily glanced at the bartender and smirked. “On second thought, maybe stay a little longer, Casanova.”

Minho had no time to mope as a girl was approaching him not seconds after Changbin’s departure.

“Since your friend left, can I fill his seat?” She was gorgeous and straight-forward – characteristics he was wildly attracted to. “Sure”, he nodded in agreement. Minho chatted for a while with her, always under the bartender’s observation.

“Hey by the way, what’s your name?” The girl asked curiously. Minho replied and asked her the same thing. “Oh, nice. My name is y/n.” The drink he was holding fell out of his hand. The bartender handed him a cloth to wipe his drink with and watched them cautiously. “Say that again?” The girl looked bewildered, not understanding what he was on about. “I said my name is y/n.” No fucking way.

Minho got up and left the bar. He didn’t want to go home, so he stayed at the back of the venue smoking and collecting his thoughts. How the hell does she have the same name? Is this some cruel joke from the universe?

“Mind if I join?” Minho turned around and looked into the bartender’s eyes. He shrugged, not really caring at all. “You know, that was some dick move back there. But then again I assume someone named y/n has broken your heart, huh?”

He took a deep breath. “More like I broke hers.” The bartender offered him another cigarette. “Wanna talk about it?”

//

“… and then I ghosted her. Like a big fucking coward.” Minho looked down, too ashamed of his own actions. “Wait, let me get this straight. You met y/n and developed feelings for her which she clearly reciprocated but you chose to end it with her without saying a word? What, are you dumb or something?” Minho laughed out loud. Yeah, you could say that. “Why did you do it?”

“Isn’t it kind of obvious?”  

“Well, it may be obvious to your manic brain but please enlighten me”, she nudged his shoulder playfully. Minho sighed deeply before explaining his twisted logic.

“See, we both met on the premise of not wanting anything serious. I wasn’t ready to be in a relationship, I mean look at me I am still not ready. But then I met her and she was so different from what I expected.”

“Different how?”

Minho thought for a second, wanting to choose the right words to do you justice. “I expected her to be beautiful but she was so much more than that. I could laugh with her until my belly ached. I could talk to her about the most serious things. I could make out with her for hours and I never got bored. She made me see relationships in a whole new light. I used to be superficial, I used to be someone that had no real connections but with her? Total game changer.”

The bartender took another puff of her cigarette. “See, I am still not understanding why you chose to ignore her, then.”

“Because… because I was afraid of her breaking my heart. Honestly, what if my good looks were all I got to offer? If all I’m good for was sex. Then what? She’s going to realize that I can’t be on her level intellectually. Or emotionally. Regardless of her catching feelings or not – she wants to go to Korea for some time. I mean you know what that means? She wants to date and snatch herself some fucking oppa or something. She probably would have left me on her vacation anyway.”

For the next couple of minutes no one said a single thing. Minho grew impatient. “What? Are you not saying anything to this?” The bartender mustered him vividly before answering.

“I kind of get it.” Minho’s eyes grew wide as he had not anticipated understanding. “You do?”

“Yes. Leave before being left. Abandon before being abandoned. Reject before being rejected. But-” He glanced at her suspiciously. “Don’t you think you got it backwards?”

//

Minho was walking home, kicking stones off the sidewalk as he was contemplating the bartender’s words. Backwards?

“You didn’t want to risk it so you abandoned her. You wanted to protect your heart and called it quits. But you are living that heartbreak right now, aren’t you? The heartbreak was guaranteed this way. If you had given her a fair chance, you might have never endured it, though.”   

I wanted to protect my heart but I broke it myself. And yours, too. God, y/n, I am such a loser.

Third month

“Hey Min, a friend of mine asked me to set her up on a blind date with you. You wanna go?”, Felix asked as Minho and his friends were having dinner. “Nah, I’m good.” Everybody but Minho looked surprised, sharing confused glances with each other. “Did you stop dating or something?”, Chan asked cautiously. “Yeah, I need to figure some things out so I’m celibate at the moment”, Minho explained nonchalantly. “Good for you, hyung.”

//

She must still be in Korea, right? Damn, when is she coming back? Is she ever coming back? Panic arose in Minho, out picturing the worst scenarios possible. It’s also her birthday in a couple of days. Should I congratulate her? Would she want me to? She probably hates me. I wouldn’t blame her, honestly. Minho’s phone rang, teleporting him back to reality. Oh, look at that. The bartender.

// “Isn’t it crazy how comfortable I feel sharing with you? I’ve known you for a couple of weeks but I feel like you became my therapist”, Minho laughed.

“Sometimes it’s easier to talk so strangers. That’s not a bad thing, Min. Have you decided yet?” Minho sighed, annoyed at himself.

“No. What if I message her and she ignores me? Or gets upset because of me? Or cusses me out? I don’t know what to do.”

“Want to know what I think?”

“Yes, please.” She took another sip of her coffee before lecturing him. “Last time you took the route of a coward. Now look where that got you. If you want her back – if you are really serious about her – you need to face the consequences of your actions. Don’t be a chicken this time.”

I hate that she’s right. “Stop glaring at me – you know I’m right.”

//

How should I phrase this? Why am I so nervous?? It’s just a text message, relax Min. You can do it. You can handle whatever she says. If she says anything at all..

He typed in different variations of happy birthday, only to erase all of them. Nothing seemed right and the uneasiness in his heart grew by the minute. If I keep this up I won’t be finished by the end of her birthday, fuck. Minho decided to keep it simple. He took a deep breath before sending the message. Okay, now I got to wait. She is probably busy on her vacation right now, so let’s not jump to conclusions. I just-

His phone vibrated. He felt his heart beat out of his chest as he realized that it was a message from you. Y/N, it’s you.

[changingplumbob]

Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 8

Joey gets a call from a friend in need and Devin prepares for set.

CW: Moderate sim spice. Content Warning Guide

Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Bambino/s (Italian) Male child/children Caro (Italian) Dear Grazie (Italian) Thank you Piccolo (Italian) Little one Zia/Zio (Italian) Aunt/Uncle

Joey is catching another nap when he’s woken by his buzzing phone.

Joey: Hmm, yeah bro

Tuesday: Oh my gosh, have I reached Joey York? The JOEY YORK

Joey: *sleepily* Tuesday?

Tuesday: Yes the best woohoo buddy around. You down to push it?

Joey: Watcher needs me to stay on lot tonight but if you can come over… and then come over and over

Tuesday: Shut up dork I’ll be there, I need to unwind

Joey gets up and after checking the twins are certainly asleep he goes to let Tuesday in. He knows if Devin or Luna hear weird noises they won’t investigate and just assume he’s doing something, but he doesn’t need toddlers interrupting anything. The pair make their way into the kitchen and Tuesday continues her performance of fawning all over him.

Joey: Not that I don’t love some attention for one as hot as yourself but is there a reason for this performance?

Tuesday: *jokingly* I’m in the presence of greatness

Joey: What?

Tuesday: *sighs* Dude have you been asleep all afternoon? Memorandum is all over simstagram

Joey: You’re kidding!

Tuesday: Nope hot stuff. The gamers are flocking to it like wildfire. Congrats man

Joey pulls her into a bro hug while she laughs.

Tuesday: I’m friends with woohoo benefits with a celebrity!

Joey: 1 star maybe

Tuesday: Come on genius, you won’t stay 1 star forever. You work hard and play hard, you’ll get rewarded. You think the watcher exists right? If they do they've got plans for you

Joey: Holy watcher, I am trending! Well Memorandum is

Tuesday: But you’re the cute face behind it. So what do you want to do to me to celebrate

Joey: Tuesday… you normally come to me with a plan in mind, not that I don’t like being creative but I don’t like to over step

Tuesday smirks and pulls him in for a kiss. Her hands snake under his shirt and caress his chest while she whispers her plan in his ear.

Joey: You serious? I thought you didn’t want to try it

Tuesday: One of my flings wants to and I would rather know what to expect. He is smaller than you so he shouldn’t hurt as much but the point of our arrangement is practice. So… want to help me?

Joey: You are just giving me all your woohoo debuts now aren’t you

Tuesday smirks and pulls him in for another deep kiss. While he’s distracted she unloops his belt, works his pants down and checks he’s ready

Tuesday: *whispering* Stop being a smart ass. Kneel down and use your mouth for better things

Joey: Ma'am yes ma'am

Joey did and when Tuesday was ready he stood back up, whispering to her that this will be good. Tuesday nods and Joey starts. He enjoys woohoo with Tuesday, they’ve been woohoo buddies since he finished high school. She’s got a great body, a creative mind and she’s normally down to get it on whenever. Beyond that she’s aromantic just like him so he never has to worry she’s going to catch feelings. When they’re finished she kisses him on the cheek and takes off while he heads straight to the shower. He knows the watcher hasn’t put any WTD’s in game but he always likes to keep clean. Satisfied he dries off and climbs in bed to sleep, and dream of how many women his new celebrity status could give him access to.

A new day dawns and Devin has time to give the twins baths before she’s needed on set. First up is Alfred.

Alfred: Where’s Mummy

Devin: Mummy is in the pool trying to not be afraid of water any more

Rilian: I want be in water

Devin: You are next caro, but you need to have potty practice

Alfred: I went potty in my diaper *giggles*

Devin: Oh I know

Alfred: *quacks* Duckie happy *splashes*

Devin: Careful, you’ll get Mama’s sunglasses wet

Devin lifts Alfred up and dries him off. Getting him in his day clothes she sends him off while an impatient Rilian pulls at her leg.

Rilian: Mama, Mama, me! Me now

Devin: What should we say? You remember caro

Rilian: PLEASE

Devin: Your wish is my command, one bath coming up

In the kitchen Luna walks in from her swim to see a nervous Joey looking around.

Luna: You alright?

Joey: I’ve had such a busy weekend, I’m sure I’ve forgotten something for work

Luna: I doubt it, you worry to much. Look at me, I thought I was going to drown in our pool but after some solid laps I can now confidently say I was overreacting. Besides, your coworkers will probably be to busy asking about your game to do real work

Joey: Maybe. Hey, apparently it’s exploding over simstagram

Alfred: What splode (explode)

Luna: Morning schnucki. Zio Joey was just saying people like his game

Alfred: Game? Can we play game? Please?

Joey: I suppose since you used your manners… do you want to be… a bird?

Alfred jumps up and down excitedly. Luna laughs as Joey begins lifting him up and down and spinning the toddler around. When he’s got Alfred on his back he pauses.

Joey: Remember, to fly you have to flap. Can you flap

Alfred: *flaps arms* Caw caw! Caw caw!

Luna: Very good bird Alfred

Devin: Remember caro, we try keep the water in the bath

Rilian: Mama, you play pirate today

Devin: Yes I will

Rilian: Pirate get to be in water?

Devin: Not for this film, maybe if we get another one. Would you like to be a pirate

Rilian: Not if no water. I be… mon star! (monster)

Devin: A sea monster? Very scary. Come on, bath is over, we need to do breakfast

Rilian sighs sadly and refuses to leave the bath until all the water has drained out. When he’s dry he lets Devin carry him to the kitchen and gets excited seeing Joey and Alfred playing.

Rilian: Mama I want to play with Zio Joey

Devin: Eat your breakfast, your whole breakfast, then we’ll see

Rilian: Yes Mama

Devin: Have you seen where Lu went

Joey: I think she said she was going to check if that genealogy place has the sample yet

Rilian: Mama can I has milk please

Alfred: Me to please

Devin: Sure, oh wow you two just demolished your breakfasts. You must be growing! Joey will you have some time after work free before dinner

Joey: Probably, why

Devin: No reason, now turn around and left me check the size tag on your jacket

Rilian: Mama I done! Can I play with Zio Joey now please

Devin: Zio Joey will get you out, Mama's just going to wish Mummy luck for her lecture today

Joey gets the twins out of the high chairs Joey entertains them while Devin kisses Luna then has the chance to have breakfast. While Joey spins Rilian around Alfred bobs like a bird to the music and makes quacking noises.

Devin: Rilian piccolo, let Zio Joey get to work

Rilian pulls a face as Joey lowers him carefully to the floor.

Joey: See you all later. Good luck on set sis, knock em dead

Devin: Grazie

Devin: Where are you going

Rilian: Dollhouse Mama

Devin: Be careful playing with it bambinos

Alfred: Yes Mama

Devin: And if you break it come tell me!

While the boys enjoy playing together Devin sets about her chores for the day. She tries to set up a regular maid and gardening service but apparently there’s a small waitlist. A least the daycare is helpful, assuring her they will look after her toddlers while she’s on set.

Final task before she leaves, meal prep. She enjoys making meatballs, remembering when she was young and her ma would teach her how to ball them up. And the many discussions with her pa about getting the balance of the sauce right. She can cook them almost on autopilot now, allowing her a final chance to run lines in her head.

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[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

COD OCs that I ship with each of the 141 boys part 1

Price:

Name: Amelia Price / Amelia Ò Carra

Relationship status: Ex Wife (it’s complicated)

Ethnicity: Irish and Italian

Nationality: Irish

Appearance: Light brown skin with warm undertones, curly (3B) chestnut hair, scattered moles across her face, a wide hooked nose, and hazel eyes.

Occupation: History Professor

They got married when John was a fresh face in the military and Amelia was still in college. While out at a bar, his military buddies caught him staring at her from across the room, and after a fair dose of making fun of him, one guy went over to her and started talking to her, her mom, and her sister, who were out celebrating her birthday. When the guy found out she was studying to teach history, the guy got all excited and was like, “you should come hang out at my table for a bit! My mate John loves history!” She was hesitant, as it was obvious the guy was trying to set her up with his friend, but her mom and sister all but shoved her out of the seat in their insistence she go.

Their meeting was awkward as hell, but by the grace of God, John left the bar with her phone number and an invitation to a local museum.

John was helplessly in love with Amelia. They were together for two years before getting married, and throughout their ten years of marriage, through thick and thin, sickness and in health, they were disgustingly in love.

But love doesn’t negate insecurity, fear, and paranoia. Over the years, John would become anxious that he wasn’t a good husband. He was away so often and couldn’t always keep his work and personal lives separate. Long absences, depressive episodes, nightmares… did she deserve to put up with all that?

And as time went on, and the missions he was sent on became more and more dangerous with higher and higher stakes, he started to fear that he wasn’t just neglecting her, but that being with him was actively putting her in danger. He knew intimately that the people he was fighting against wouldn’t hesitate to kill or torture her to get to him.

And it’s not like he could just retire. Millions of lives were at stake. It became a vicious cycle of feeling guilty for putting the fate of the world over his wife, then feeling guilty for feeling guilty for putting the fate of the world over his wife, so on and so on…

Amelia tried to put him at ease. She understood what he did when she married him, she wasn’t going to change her mind now. But her efforts were in vain. John became more and more distant, until he finally said that it would be best if they divorced.

Amelia was furious, even if some part of her knew it was coming. She made it very clear that she absolutely did not want a divorce and disagreed with every justification John threw at her. She eventually agreed to sign the stupid papers, but angrily told John not to think for a second that this was, “for her own good.” He wanted this, not her.

They didn’t speak for a while after the divorce. Partly because John was shipped out pretty soon after. They only spoke again months later, after John came back. He doesn’t know exactly why he called her, but he just felt like he had to. He had to let her know he was home and safe. It was a short, very awkward conversation.

He wasn’t home for long though, he was sent back out shortly after, and again when he got home months later, he had to talk to her again. He missed her desperately. When he was deployed he could distract himself, bury his emotions and focus solely on the mission, but that’s a luxury he didn’t have at home.

He regretted getting divorced before he even signed the damn papers, but he told himself over and over that it was the right thing to do, that he didn’t have a choice. But he was selfish. He didn’t care if it was the right thing to do, he missed her. Every cell of his body wanted her back, even if he knew he couldn’t have her.

Just talking to her wasn’t enough, he had to see her, even if it was only for a second. He made up some excuse about paperwork that he honestly couldn’t care less about and met her at their old shared home.

It was, again, awkward. Neither really knew what to say to the other, and Amelia clearly still felt betrayed, but despite all the tension, the longing was palpable. Neither wanted to say goodbye, but once they ran out of appropriate excuses to keep the awkward interaction from ending, they didn’t really have a choice. Despite both of them trying to keep their distance, the brief meeting ended with a hug that lingered too long, and a whispered, “I miss you,” “I miss you too.”

This became a pattern.

Whenever John would come home, he would call Amelia. Most of their interactions were brief, just checking in on one another, but sometimes their emotions got the better of them. Against their better judgment, they’d meet. They’d get dinner, or grab a drink. Sometimes she would invite him home for a drink, which almost always lead to desperate drunken kisses and hookups, which only made the pain of saying goodbye a thousand times worse.

Every time she allowed him in her home, in her bed, she wondered why she’d do this to herself, why John would do this to her. She couldn’t move on. She’d been on exactly one date since the divorce, that lasted all of two hours. She couldn’t help it, the thought of being with anybody else felt wrong, it made her ill. She knew she had to move on, that things with John wouldn’t work, no matter how badly she wanted them to, but every time he reached out to her, she didn’t have the strength to refuse him.

It was very tempting to put all the blame on John, he was the one who wanted the damn divorce in the first place, and now he’s making it impossible for her to heal and move on, but she knew she wasn’t blameless. At the end of the night, she was the one who brought him home, who laid beneath him, wrapped her arms and legs around his body and buried her face into his neck, begging him to hold her, kiss her, stay with her… she felt pathetic… weak… she knew that these nights always ended the same, he would leave and she would be alone again, choking back sobs as she promised herself it wouldn’t happen again. She knew she needed to put a stop to it, but she just couldn’t.

Kate was one of the few people who knew about John and Amelia’s complicated relationship. And she’s told him flat out, “you’re being a dick.” She told him that he can’t keep going back and forth, “you’re either with her or you’re not. You can’t have it both ways.” She’s urged him to just get back together with her already. It’s obvious that they’re still in love with each other and they clearly suck at being divorced. He needs to make up his mind and do it quick because Amelia’s not gonna put up with this whole shitty situation forever.

John knows Kate is right. She’s always right.

He wants to be with her, wants to get back together. He decides that if he makes it home again, he’ll tell her. Tell her that he’s done with goodbyes, that he wants to be hers again… if she’ll have him…

[twistedroseytoesy]

Hi!

I'd like to be called 🍬 anon!

Could I request Savanaclaw with a quokka reader?

These little guys are the cutest things ever!

Oh, oh my gosh those little fellas! The happiest little creatures with award winning smiles! I absolutely would love to do this 🍬 anon!

Also image of an adorable little fella just under the cut

Description

you and your family happily lived on an island near the Sunset Savanna but technically outside of its rulings. you and the other Quokka beast folk lived happy lives, trading and bartering goods and trading goods with the mainland but not really needing a lot of money. Everyone gets along and everyone on the small island works together to make sure everyone else is safe and happy. You and your family were rather small but you never minded and always loved taller company. You have cute small little ears in your messy brown hair, with cute brown eyes and a continuous smile. you are about 4 feet tall, with dark skin and a short little tail. the tips of your hands and feet were slightly darker than the rest of your body and you had small little claws.

Savanaclaw

Leona: Tch, think those cute looks are going to get you pity from him your right wrong. He tries to ignore you a lot, but can't help but poke some fun at you since your reactions are just so cute. Though if anyone messes with you when he's nearby be prepared to be taken to be his nap buddy, his tail swishing angrily at someone messing with what he's now claimed. you were picked on a lot at the beginning but luckily after his overblot, Leona stepped up his leadership a bit and made sure to tell the other savanaclaw members t knock it off. he also never made you do spell drive practice, "you're too small to be any help" he would tell you. but for 1 he wants to show off to you on the sidelines, and 2 he knows how dangerous spelldrive can be and he would actually feel BAD if you got hurt. If you somehow become friends with him expect to be his nap buddy often, calls you his cute little plush. but only in private, Ruggie likes to chuckle at you two. Leona may never say it out loud but if you are observant you can tell he thinks you're cute, and he wants to protect you. will wake up only for you, also falls for your puppy eyes so bad don't tell anyone.

Ruggie: shihhihi well aren't you the cutest little thing? careful since a lot of beasts around would love to take a bite outa you. takes you under his wing, for a price of course. but honestly, you remind him of the kids from his village he would take care of. gets you to help him with some stealing, you distract them with your cuteness and he gets the goods. Eventually, he starts to share his food with you and protect you with no repayment required. Of course, from him, you learn a lot of good scavenging habits and self-defense. He honestly is so proud of you when you take down a bigger guy or weaponize your cuteness like how he taught you. He also uses you to get Leona out of bed. even Leona isn't immune to your little begging eyes! shihihihi. will feel betrayed if you turn those adorable eyes on him but he also can't say no to you...

Jack: Immediately was reminded of his younger siblings back at home and became unbelievably protective of you. Tsundere wolf style. he tries to stay near you and will fight anyone who tries to take advantage of you and your cuteness. He does smirk when you weaponize your cuteness, he will introduce you to epel also because you two are pretty similar. can't say no to you. Would rather die than admit it though. He tries to train you to be able to defend yourself if and when anyone tries to mess with you. his tail wags a lot when you're being really cute and you love and help him with his little cacti collection. He's proud of any accomplishments you do and likes to have you on his shoulders, it makes you smile so much and he can't help but smile too.

[sortofanobsession]

One More Diaz (911 Buddie A/B/Ω AU WIP) Part 2

Author Note: Part 2 of Probably 3. Unbeta'd and posted on mobile so there might be issues that need to be corrected. Bonding bite time!

Minors do not interact. I write mature themes.

Content warning: Male Alpha/ Male Omega pairing, mpreg, angst, vomiting, morning sickness, injury, biting, fear, anxiety

Alpha Buck/Omega Eddie

Part 1

Eddie had started to think that everything would be manageable. Eddie’s doctor had given him an all-clear for the restricted work load. Buck had been there for the ultrasound and even if the pup was too small to be recognizable, it was still there. It was clear in black and white. That was their pup. And Buck had stuck a copy of it on the firehouse fridge. And no one complained. Someone even stuck a little magnet with a fire hat sticker on the tiny blob of a developing pup and the omega couldn't help but laugh.

He and Buck could handle everything. The first shift they had a problem was three weeks after everyone found out.

A call to a warehouse fire went to shit when the poorly maintained floor of the second level gave out and when Bobby had called out for everyone to check in Eddie thought he might pass out when Buck had been slow to report back. The omega had to step away from the poor guy suffering from smoke inhalation and minor burns for a moment. He had to try and reign in his reaction. Once he was sure he wouldn't burst into tears and be a distraction he returned. Hen gave him a reassuring look without saying anything else. And the omega was grateful to have her there. When the job was done and they were back at the firehouse, Buck hadn't even hung up his gear before Eddie was in his space. And the alpha didn't mind. He didn't blame the omega. Eddie had barely gotten to see his alpha before the ambulance was heading off to the hospital.

“Didn't mean to scare you, Eds,” the alpha says as he hugs his omega back. “I'm good. My mask got messed up and I had to fix it before I could report in.” Eddie's grip tightens. “You know the drill.” He feels Eddie's nod more than he sees it with how the omega’s face is tucked against his throat. The alpha wonders how he can stand having his face in the sweaty firefighter’s neck. “Eddie,” Buck starts when he feels how shaky the omega is. The alpha looks over at the rest of the team. Bobby gives the younger alpha a small smile as he approaches.

“It's okay, take a minute,” Bobby says.

Buck guides Eddie to sit on the edge of the truck and the alpha is worried at how quiet the omega is. The alpha makes quick work of his gear.

“I’ll handle it, you go,” the captain assures him.

“Thanks, Bobby,” Buck says. He goes over and after assuring Eddie that he's okay again. He leads the omega to a quiet corner of the loft.

Eddie seemed more himself by the next call.

By the end of the shift, the alpha can tell that the omega is exhausted. They don’t need a bond for the alpha to know that. He just needed eyes. He has an idea he wants to discuss with Eddie, but he can tell now isn't the time. Most of the next day is spent with Eddie snuggling on the couch with Christopher when he is home. And the alpha is so proud of the boy. Christopher had become increasingly independent as he got older but he must have been able to tell his dad needed the attention. And he seemed more than happy to indulge his dad. So it had been a quiet day for the most part.

“Would it make you feel better if we were bonded?” Buck asks after Christopher has gone to bed. That had the omega stopping short as he got ready for bed. Eddie looked back at the alpha.

“Seriously?” The omega stares at him.

“Okay, I'm going to be honest right now and admit that I have no idea what you are thinking right now,” Buck admits.

“Right,” Eddie says before disappearing into the bathroom and leaving the alpha to wonder if he really truly messed up. The alpha has to squash the urge to either follow Eddie or to try and explain himself through the door. He didn't want to wake Christopher that was for sure. He changes into his sleep pants and tosses his shirt into the hamper before sitting on the edge of the bed to wait for Eddie. He wasn't going to just ignore what he'd asked. He was caught off guard when he had expected to have to argue his point but instead, he ended up with the omega in his lap and eager lips on his. And it escalates from there.

“This weekend,” Eddie says.

“What?” Buck asks, his brain still recovering from the omega pretty much jumping his bones. Not that he had any complaints. A pregnant omega could be almost as insatiable as one in heat. The only difference is that it wasn't out of a drive for procreation. It was out of a want to connect with their partner, their mate, to strengthen a bond.

“Chris has a birthday sleepover for a classmate,” the omega explains. “Unless you changed your mind...”

And the alpha realizes that Eddie was answering his question from earlier. Buck wraps his arms around Eddie and pulls him close. He nudges the omega with his nose. And kisses his temple.

“I’ve been wanting to make you my mate since I met you,” Buck assures him.

“You hated me, when you met me,” Eddie huffs.

“Because you were fucking built and you fit so well on the team it was overwhelming. I mean, I thought you were an alpha and that was confusing as hell. I'd never been into that.”

Eddie laughs. “Good thing I wasn't one.”

“I'd have been all for whatever you were,” the alpha admits and that warms something deep in the omega. “You’re it for me.”

And that brings tears to Eddie's eyes. He almost told Buck to just bite him now if Buck wanted.

“Buck,” he starts, his emotions flooding his voice. “Alpha.” He props himself up so he can actually see Buck. “I want nothing more than to be mated to such a beautiful and loving alpha. You are my alpha. My-” his voice fails so he makes his point by moving the alpha’s hand to his stomach. The alpha catches on as he rubs the omega's warm skin.

“This weekend,” Buck agrees before pulling the omega in for a kiss.

The next few days seem to drag on. Christopher even got annoyed at how antsy the pair were. But every time he pointed it out, they told him they were just excited to have a full weekend off. Christopher didn't really dig deeper. He had plans of his own that he needed their help with. Eddie had taken him to pick a gift for his friend. Buck had happily helped him wrap it. And Buck had been asked to be the one to drive him. And despite the omega internally pouting because his boy didn't pick him. He loved how much Christopher loved his Buck. Buck was his favorite person more often than not. And Buck adored Christopher. The alpha treated the boy as his own. The omega hoped that never changed. Knowing Buck, it wouldn't. He had more than enough heart to share. Buck would be there for Christopher until Christopher decided otherwise. And the omega doubted that would ever happen. Christopher was more than happy to have another dad, though Buck had been his favorite almost immediately after meeting him. Eddie would love for the two to never change. But things were already changing, in a good way. He just hoped Christopher would be happy that they would be even closer as a family soon.

Eddie was eagerly waiting for Buck. The omega had triple-checked that Christopher had everything he could possibly need for the night. The young teen didn't put up much of a fight when his omega dad insisted on a hug before he left.

The scent that hit Buck as he made his way into the home was nearly intoxicating. The alpha had never felt happier to be home. Buck pulls Eddie to him as soon as the front door is closed and locked. No one would be bothering them for the next 12 hours or so. Buck had let his sister know what was up, which meant Chimney knew, and if he knew, so did Hen. Which meant Athena knew. Buck knew Athena knew. He didn't even have to tell her when he'd dropped by to bring some paperwork to Bobby. With a knowing look and wink, she'd told Buck to have a nice night and they'd see him at family dinner on Sunday. So they doubted either of them would hear from Bobby either. Everyone was just happy their oblivious idiots were finally getting it over with. They all knew this was coming, and even had a betting pool. The betting pool was taken by Hen who had been the only one to figure it was a pup that tipped the scales.

But any annoyance they had at their friend's betting on their love life was forgotten when Eddie melted into Buck's embrace.

“You ready? You sure-” the alpha starts to ask if Eddie is sure this is what he wants. His words dissolve into an amused laugh when Eddie shoves the alpha against the wall.

“Don't ask stupid questions,” the male omega insists. “Have been since you put the idea out there last week. Now, shut up and-” His words fail him this time as Buck changes their position. The omega now pinned to the wall. The alpha playful nips at the omega's bottom lip which falls open with a moan as he grinds against him. But the alpha isn't going to let this continue in the hall, not like this. This was Eddie, his pregnant mate, almost. He deserved better.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Buck grinned. That earned him an annoyed grunt and slight shovstir-crazy omega. The alpha couldn't help but laugh again before pulling the omega along with him down the hall to their bedroom.

The alpha slowly kissed along the omega's jaw. The hyper-aware omega wants to be annoyed at his partner’s slow teasing, but again, his body betrays him as a shiver runs through him. A moan falls from his lips as the alpha moves along his neck. So near the alpha's destination. A whine escapes Eddie as the alpha pulls away to get a good look at his omega.

“Tease,” Eddie glares, but the action was half-hearted and Buck could tell. Eddie was well on his way to wrecked and they had barely started.

“Couldn't resist, you always look so-”

The alpha is cut off by a growl from the male omega. Eddie grinds back against him.

Buck lets out a breathless chuckle but leans back in. “Since you asked so nicely,” the alpha says before kissing his neck. With no further preamble, the alpha sinks his teeth into the omega’s skin. Claiming the omega as his mate.

Eddie nearly blacks out the overwhelming feeling of a bond forming is almost too much for the hypersensitive omega. But it felt wonderful. He felt breathless and lightheaded.

“You still with me?” Buck asks.

“Mmhmm,” Eddie nods as his brain seems to catch up with everything he feels.

“You sure?” Gentle hands shift them until Buck can get a good look at Eddie's face. The alpha’s worry eases when a callused hand grips the side of his neck.

“I'm good,” the omega smiles. Before Buck can question further Eddie pulls him into a kiss. It's unlike any kiss they'd had. They get lost in relearning each other in the warmth of a bond. Bonded mates.

They try not to let their bond interfere as they work. Shared shifts haven't changed much other than having the constant awareness the other one is near without even having to look. It's reassuring, especially for Eddie. It helps quell the uneasy feeling of watching his mate run headlong into danger without the omega there to have his back. Assurance that he would know if something happened, even from the outside.

Separate shifts had the same assurance but with an added longing for their mate being too far away. The pregnancy hormones didn't help but Eddie would endure it. Buck shouldn’t have been surprised how even he felt it. Then again, Buck always missed Eddie when he wasn’t around. It’s part of why he had worked so hard to get back after every injury and setback. It felt like they had something to prove again. Only this time it wasn’t an injury. It was more than that. They had to prove they could manage being a bonded pair and still do their jobs. On the same shift or not.

Eddie complains when he has to have his uniform replaced because his usual set no longer fits. Everyone keeps telling him it’s only the start, but it’ll be worth it. Buck is helpful at times like that. Eager to remind his mate how much the alpha likes his new look.

The sonogram on the fridge gets updated every few weeks. Things went well until Eddie was about 24 weeks along. They get called out to a car accident. And the omega gets an uneasy feeling about it. At first, he thinks it's probably because it reminds him of Shannon. But lots of things still make him think of Shannon, especially when he looks at Christopher. Or checks in with his former in-laws. But he just had a bad feeling. Buck must feel it through the bond because the alpha is on edge. It has Buck being extra vigilant. But no amount of vigilance could prevent what happened from happening. A driver that had either been frustrated by the delay caused by the accident or had been too distracted to even notice it clipped the front of the ambulance. Thankfully no one was in the rig but the collision ended up connecting with the stretcher that the pair of paramedics had been waiting with. Hen and Eddie scrambled to get out of the way, and both did for the most part. Bobby was immediately calling for backup and PD assistance to help re-secure the scene. Buck and Chimney rushed over to check on them.

“Eddie!” The alpha drops down to his knees next to where his mate had ended up. The alpha wants to touch but he has no idea where. The last thing he wants to do is make anything worse. So he asks, “Look at me.” Eddie's eyes meet his. “What hurts?”

The omega would normally brush it off and tell the other man to do his job. But they were right on the edge of that 24-week viability mark. And that had Eddie trying to figure out what exactly he might have injured. A lot of his body was often sore from pregnancy as is. His shoulder hurts. That was probably from taking the brunt of the fall. The shoulder having more recently taken a bullet didn't help but that was pain he could live with if needed to. “Shoulder doesn't feel great,” he states. Buck shifts to let him lean against him instead of the omega’s shaking arms, bracing his back as best he can without aggravating the shoulder.

“Anything else?” The alpha asks.

“I don't think so, but that might just be adrenaline,” he says honestly.

“Think you can get up?” Buck asks.

Eddie realizes that he is sort of in the middle of the road which is definitely not a good place to be with what just happened. “Yeah, probably a good call.” He doesn't bother trying to hide the pain in his shoulder as the alpha helps him up. Buck would feel it through the bond even if he did. So why waste the effort?

By then the other crews were starting to arrive. Both cars' occupants are now managed by other crews and PD. And their ambulance is set to be towed. The team loaded into the truck and headed to the hospital. Bobby wasn't taking any chances and no one argued. Eddie's good shoulder leans against Buck in the truck. The ache in his shoulder grew with each bump in the road. He tries to focus on anything but the pain. But one bump has him gasping and tears in his eyes. He hadn't felt the pup move since everything went to shit. But the little one must have not been a fan of Chim’s driving because the unborn pup was moving now.

“What’s wrong?” Buck asks. The alpha's hands move to try and help but Eddie takes his mate's hand and places it over the spot where he is pretty sure a tiny foot keeps kicking. The alpha is quick to pull off his gloves and has tears in his own eyes. It was a good sign the pup was okay. He doesn't move his hand the rest of the ride. A feeling of relief floods the bond enough to nearly choke the omega, but he gets it. That's why he reacted the way he did. It meant he hadn't lost their pup.

The ER doctor confirmed that apart from some nasty bruising along Eddie's arm and shoulder both he and the pup seemed fine. It would be a painful couple of weeks while he healed without any painkillers stronger than a couple of Tylenol. But he'd manage, considering he was told in no uncertain terms by Bobby that he didn't want to see him at work for at least 2 weeks. And insisted Buck take a few days just in case. Eddie had tried to argue that it left them too short staffed but Bobby had just pointed out that the rig was out of commission, so a few days wouldn't hurt.

Buck was hyper-vigilant once they got home. Eddie waved him off insisting he could manage getting to the room on his own. Leaving the alpha to explain why they were home early to Carla, and more importantly, Christopher. Which meant as soon as Christopher knew he was off down the hall after his dad. Carla had demanded more details and stole the after-visit instructions. Buck hadn't argued. After Carla added a few notes, on looking after not just any injured pregnant omega, but this particularly stubborn one, she told the alpha to call if he needed to and headed out.

The alpha feels some of the anxiety and finally heads to check on the pair.

“I promise it's okay, bud,” he hears his mate say. “It's bruised, but not broken. We’re okay.”

The alpha wasn't sure what the younger Diaz replied because the sound of the bedroom TV drowns it out. Guess that meant neither would be leaving there for a while. And that was perfectly fine with Buck. His two favorite people, technically three, in one spot. Safe and sound. Buck would make sure of it.

The alpha smiled as he looked through the open door. His inner alpha finally relaxed knowing his pack was okay. Eddie had managed to settle in his favorite spot in his pillowed nest. Christopher nestled in on his good side, now watching some cartoon, unbothered by the fact his omega father had scented him. Buck would have to be the one to extricate everyone, but the alpha didn't mind. If that is where his mate wanted to be, that was fine with him.

“You just going to stand there or what?” Eddie asks.

“You two look cozy,” Buck says as he nears them.

“I didn't even know we had this many pillows,” Christopher says. Eddie tries hard not to laugh and mostly succeeds. He manages to not jostle his arm too much in the process.

“We do have a lot,” the alpha grins.

“Are you mocking my nest? That's not very nice,” Eddie gives an exaggerated pout. “It's a normal omega thing. It-”

“It's very, you,” Buck says as he carefully makes his way in, trying not to aggravate his mate’s injuries. He ignores the eye roll from his omega at being treated so gingerly. But no one complained.

“It's a good nest,” Christopher assures his dad.

Eddie settles back against a pillow that had moved in with Buck. It may have been Buck’s for a long time but the alpha didn't mind losing his favorite pillow if his mate was happy. They settled in watching some random show Christopher had found. The soft and warm nest has the injured and exhausted omega asleep before the episode's credits.

Eddie found it amusing that between Buck and Christopher, the omega was pretty much on bed rest for over a week. It was enough to drive the usually active dad stir-crazy. The first few days had been fine. He was tired and sore. He didn't want to move. He just wanted to sleep. His mate had made sure he was as comfortable as an injured and pregnant omega could be. Christopher had volunteered for his fair share of cuddles. To which the omega was grateful for.

Carla was there when Buck had to go back to work. As much as he hated shifts when Eddie wasn't there, it was going to happen.

They are a bit more cautious as the days tick by. One quiet day off a few weeks later Eddie is relaxing on the couch while Christopher watches TV. The omega smiles when he feels a now familiar, but still amazingly reassuring, feeling of the pup moving around. He gets an idea.

“Chris, come here,” Eddie says with a grin.

Christopher eyes his dad skeptically but the boy can tell his dad seems happy.

“What?” Christopher asks with amusement.

“Give me your hand,” the omega says.

“You're weird,” Christopher says but does as his dad asks. Buck, hearing the odd conversation and the TV no longer playing, becomes curious. The alpha made his way to the living room where the two had been while he made lunch. The comfort and love flowing through the bond is unbelievably comforting. Pairing that feeling with the sight before him is nearly overwhelming in the best way possible. 

Eddie grins as he guides his son’s hand to his stomach. And both Eddie and Buck can tell the moment Christopher feels it. All the weirdness from doing what his dad asked vanished. His eyes go wide in awe. 

“Feel that?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Christopher says. 

“You know what that is, right?” Buck asks as he joins them. Eddie chuckles at the eye roll from the young teen.

“It's the pup,” Christopher says.

“Crazy, right?” Buck says, ignoring the sassy nature of Christopher's actions. “That's your little brother or sister.”

Eddie hadn't taken his eyes off his son. It was sweet how even after the omega let go of Christopher's hand the boy hadn't moved much. He was still tucked beside his dad on the couch, his hand getting kicked by his unborn sibling. 

“That's good, right?” Christopher asks. 

“Yeah, means the little pup is moving which means they are healthy,” Eddie assures him.

“Probably happy too,” the alpha adds.

“That's good,” Christopher says as he finally pulls back and settles in beside his dad. And Eddie feels like he could cry with how happy he is. Christopher wasn't the most cuddly now that he was getting older. Eddie wonders if it's because he's learned in school about the secondary genders. He knew his dad was an omega. And omegas tend to be more tactile. It also might be that Christopher has always been a sweet boy, especially when it came to his dad, even Buck. Either way, Eddie is proud of his son. He was going to be a good big brother. He already was so gentle with his little cousins, especially Jee-Yun. Eddie couldn't wait to see Christopher with his little sibling.

[iamsweden]

WE GET POSSESSED? | Ghost Hunting with Friends! Pt. 3 SECOND FLOOR

Summary: Is there anything better than ghost hunting? Yeah, some pizza at home.

Read on AO3 here!

Read Pt. 1 Before the hunt here!

The Rumor Come Out: Does Alfyn and Therion are gay?

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Five episodes in and we’re definitely experts at this whole ghost hunting thing, right? (Spoiler alert: Alfyn dies within the first five minutes again).

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SECOND FLOOR

The second floor is cold.

The change in temperature hits Tressa all at once, like she walked out of the stairwell and straight into a freezer. Her first thought is oh, there’s a hella draft up here. Her second thought is, it wasn’t this cold outside earlier.

“Good grief, it’s freezin’ up here,” Alfyn says. He tugs Therion flush to his side, caging him in a big bear hug. “Good thing I brought my personal space heater, yeah?”

Therion levies a weary sigh, but he can’t be mean to Alfyn now. Not when he’s finally crawling out of his funk. That’s illegal.

Immediately, H’aanit shucks off her coat and presents it to Primrose. There’s absolutely no arguing with her (and Prim is probably freezing in that dress anyway) so she tugs it tight around her. Olberic tries to do the same for Cyrus, but he’s already wandering off, twittering, “I say, this floor is nearly identical to the Royal Academy! I’m going to find my office! This is so exciting!”

“Don’t go too far,” Olberic warns as he hurries after him. 

If this was a horror movie, Cyrus would absolutely be the first guy to die.

Well, they’ll rejoin him soon enough. At least they know where Cyrus and Olberic are headed.

Tressa, criminally single but laying claim to her status as the Final Girl in this theoretical movie situation, braves the cold and films another intro: “We made it to the second floor! Right out the gate, looks like we’re experiencing some ghostly freezing temperatures! Stay tuned for more as we dive deeper into our investigation of the paranormal!”

“That’s really considered evidence?” Primrose asks.

“It is in Phasmophobia,” Alfyn says. Before they ask what the heck Phasmophobia is, he explains, “It’s a ghost hunting game. We’ve done, like, ten episodes of it.”

“We’ve done five episodes,” Therion corrects, voice muffled by Alfyn’s chest.

“We’ve done, like, five episodes of it,” Alfyn corrects.

Well, Tressa hasn’t seen any of those five episodes. She doesn’t have the time nor the patience to watch Let’s Plays, unless it’s a game that particularly gets on Therion’s nerves. She always makes an exception for those.

“Well, this is ghost hunting for real, so let’s, I don’t know, find the spookiest office and see if… the REM pod works?” Tressa asks, choosing the first device she gets her hands on.

The REM pod is the goofiest piece of equipment she bought for this excursion–and that’s including the Boo Buddy teddy bear. It’s a plastic cube with very fake-looking lights and an antenna. Apparently this thing is supposed to measure temperature and proximal distance. So if a ghost or some other source of electromagnetic energy draws close, it’ll light up and make noise. Kinda hokey, but isn’t everything related to paranormal investigation kinda hokey? Tressa thinks so, at least. And she’s the captain of this adventure, so what she says goes.

Alfyn and Therion shuffle off with Prim and H’aanit in search of their new haunting grounds. Tressa is ready to get things moving, but she hangs back to wait on Ophilia. She’s been quiet since they left the cafeteria, only responding in vague hums or not at all. Tressa figured she was just as upset about the Estes Method as Alfyn was, and didn’t want to bring it up again. But now she looks… distracted.

Ophilia looks down the opposite hallway from where the rest of their friends walked down, eyes flicking to and fro as if searching for something.

“You okay, Phili?” Tressa asks.

With a jolt, Ophilia blinks heavily. She summons a smile. “Oh, sorry. Yes, I’m alright. Did everyone else walk ahead?”

Something’s definitely going on with her, and Tressa isn’t super sure it’s about the ghost stuff anymore. “Yeah, they’re just exploring a little. Is something bothering you?”

Ophilia has a bad habit of tugging on her sleeves when something makes her uncomfortable. It’s always subtle, too, because she never wants to draw attention to herself. One glance at her sleeves show that they’re tugged all out of whack, wrinkled with worry. Ophilia catches her looking and casually pulls her hands behind her back. “I’m fine, Tressa. I promise.”

Ophilia is also a really bad liar.

But she’s stubborn, and she won’t tell Tressa what’s on her mind until she’s ready to talk about it. Ophilia inches towards the hall, nodding towards the dim sound of their friends’ chatter. “Let’s not keep them waiting.”

“...Okay,” Tressa relents. “Let’s go.”

Just as the classrooms downstairs were all identical, so are the offices up here. They end up converging on one of the central rooms with a decent view of shrouded street below. A sense of deja vu hits Tressa as she walks through the doorway. She’s visited Cyrus’s office countless times before, so she’s incredibly familiar with the layout.

He keeps his desk shoved in the corner, just out of reach of the window. Instead, he keeps an armchair for students to use by the window instead. The wall behind his desk is crowded full of skinny, perilously-full bookcases. A basket beside the door holds a bunch of dusty old maps he rescued from a renovation project years ago. In the back corner sits an ornate little cabinet kept well-stocked with tea. A kettle rests atop it, always ready for action.

None of that liveliness is present here. Tressa knew the room would be empty. She never once expected otherwise. But to see the barebones office now, drenched in uncaring darkness and a healthy layer of dust, makes her feel unwelcome.

Tressa clears her throat, trying to shake off that sense of wrongness. No matter how similarly built, this is the Old Royal Academy, not the (new) Royal Academy. “Okay, I thought we’d check out the REM pod next. Are we ready to try and make contact again?”

At everyone’s nods or yeahs, Tressa sets the REM pod in the middle of the room and flicks it on. The cube erupts into flashing lights, squealing with an electronic fury. Tressa quickly backpedals, moving against the wall with the others. The REM pod dies down the further away she goes, until, finally, it falls dormant again. “So that’s what this thing does,” she jokes.

With a deep breath, she turns the camera back to her face and delivers a more concise explanation to the audience. She makes a mental note to ask Noa to make an infographic or something showing a visual explanation. That’ll look more professional than a regular monologue. Once that’s out of the way, Tressa takes a page out of Primrose’s book and addresses the eerily empty air with gravitas: “If there are any spirits here who want to communicate with us, please give us a sign. You can use this box in the middle of the room if you want.”

The room is still. Ophilia digs her thumbs into her cuffs, kneading her secret anxieties into the knitted fabric. Cyrus eyes the REM pod, expectant and hopeful. Olberic absently rubs the back of his neck.

Nothing happens.

“We know this used to be an office,” Therion says at length. “Are there any professors here? Our pal Cyrus would love to talk to you.”

They wait a little longer, but the REM pod remains quiet.

“Are there any students here?” Primrose asks. She tugs H’aanit’s jacket tighter around her. Tressa is already used to the cold.

They wait, and wait, and wait. The room is silent save the sound of their breathing. No cars drive on the street outside. The building does not settle. The floor no longer creaks under their feet, even when Alfyn uncomfortably shuffles.

Tressa doesn’t like it in here. The room is too big and too small all at once. Their flashlights don’t shine bright enough. Tension pools in her gut, making her nauseous. Ophilia keeps kneading her cuffs. Olberic rubs his neck again like it aches. Alfyn shuffles. H’aanit runs a hand through her hair. Prim pulls her jacket closer. Something is wrong. Nothing is wrong. Tressa feels like she’s about to explode but doesn’t understand why.

“Is anyone else here?” Ophilia quietly chimes in, right when Tressa was about to call it quits.

Instantly, as if waiting for this very moment, the REM lights up and buzzes. A moment later, it falls silent once again.

Cyrus, delighted, claps his hands. “Marvelous! Are you part of the staff?”

He receives no answer, but that doesn’t deter the professor now that he’s made contact. Unless, of course, that brief burst of activity wasn’t just a fluke. Olberic has the same thought: “To confirm you are present, please touch it again.”

Tressa jumps when it responds. The REM flashes rapid colors along the walls, forcing life, however briefly, into the room. Her stomach does a flip.

“Hmm,” Olberic hums.

Cyrus tugs on his sleeve, excited like a kid on Aelfric’s Day morning. “That was express confirmation, Love! Spirit, are you in any way associated with the Royal Academy?” When that garners no response, Cyrus asks, “In that case, do you have a connection with one of us?”

Lights dance along the walls. The electronic wail rings in Tressa’s ears long after the machine stops.

She maybe thinks this was a bad idea.

“O-oh,” Cyrus stutters. “I… see. Well, then. That’s–that’s certainly–”

Somewhere out in the hall, a door slams shut with such force that it reverberates through the floor. Tressa can’t help it–she shrieks and flails away from the doorway. She bumps into H’aanit, who reflexively grabs her. Final Girl Tressa is going to be so real right now: in her terror and panic, she tries to climb H’aanit like a tree. This does not work, and instead she just stomps all over H’aanit’s boots while she hisses, “Tressa, calmen thyself, ’tis naught but a draft–”

“That wasn’t a fucking draft!” Therion curses. He sticks his head out the door and wildly darts his flashlight to and fro, searching for–oh god what if a serial killer snuck in after them and they’re all about to get stabbed to death and die gods that would suck Tressa still has her whole life ahead of her and she’s just about to hit one million subscribers and now she’ll never get that gold play button.

All the while, the REM pod wails. The electronic warble sounds louder and more frantic than ever. The lights flash rapidly, maniacally, and Tressa dimly thinks it shouldn’t be able to do that before the REM pod explodes.

…Okay, it doesn’t really explode so much as overheat and spark a little, killing both the dizzying lights display and the screams of the robotic damned.

Tressa’s heart beats a mile a minute, thundering in her chest and in her ears. She swears she can hear her friends’ hearts, too, each of them a part of some gruesome, horrible symphony. The only thing holding Tressa together at the moment is H’aanit’s sure, steady grasp.

What was that? What was any of that? The REM pod, that slam, the legit responses from something that came here with them–

It can’t be a good ghost. Not after that display. The way this room made her nauseous, the pervasive and otherworldly chill on this whole floor–no, a good ghost wouldn’t be so hostile. Any thoughts of that spirit being Alfyn’s mom fly right out the window. Maybe they were wrong about the Estes Method and Tressa wasn’t talking to Holly Greengrass at all. Maybe it was another spirit, and maybe that spirit wanted to make Alfyn upset. Maybe it wanted to make all of them upset.

Honestly? Tressa doesn’t care what the ghost’s motives are. All that matters is that the spirit only showed itself here at the academy. As soon as they leave, they’ll be free from it, and it’ll never, ever bother them again.

Tressa has filmed more than enough to throw together a video. She has no reason to stick around here any longer.

“Let’s–” Her voice catches in her throat. Tressa tries again. “Let’s just get out of here. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“I believe that would be for the best,” Olberic agrees. He’s the first to escape the spell laid upon them. He shrugs off his coat and bundles the REM pod inside it, mindful of any potential electric shock. “We can reconvene at our house and order pizza, if that sounds amenable?”

Pizza is always good. Tressa nods, finally extricating herself from H’aanit. “Yeah. We’ll rent a movie like we did last time.”

With a new plan of action, Tressa and her friends set into motion, gathering up their bags and booking it down the hall towards the stairwell. They do not see any serial killers or evil ghosts lurking in the dark. They do not hear any heavy slams. No, it is a very normal, very chill walk back to–

Tressa stops at the stairwell landing.

She looks down at the giant hole where a staircase once stood. In its place, a heap of rubble lay blocking the door that leads back out into the ground floor hall. It’s just gone. The exit–it’s gone.

They’re trapped.

[twistedsimmer]

Week 1: Settling In, Part 3

The next few days were busy for the group, as they gathered resources to build their future settlement.

"Hey, I found a priceless vase!"

"Ha, is that all? I found a computer, two posters and a ceramic dish already."

"Damn, nice Marf! So what'd you find, Mona?"

"Three rocks and an old bone!" :D

Of course, it wasn't all work; plenty of time was found for recreation and appreciating the beautiful scenery.

"The fishing sure is good today, isn't it Jake?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, absolutely beautiful."

"Heh. Getting distracted by a potential catch, I see."

"Mmhmm."

They eventually scraped up enough materials to upgrade the camp. It wasn't much, but more comfortable seating did wonders for morale.

"Mona, where are your clothes? You can't be walking around here naked, it's not your house."

"Aww, but why not?"

"..um.."

"She's right, Jake."

"*ahem* So uh, how's that loveseat coming?"

The group got a surprise when a truck pulled into their campsite, emblazoned with a familiar logo.

"Am I seeing things, or is that..?"

"The Littlesprings Project! My dad sent us supplies!"

"Ooh, you think they sent us some more food?"

"Or coffee! Please Watcher, let there be coffee!"

"Vincent! You're a sight for sore eyes."

"Howdy, little man. Your father sends his regards, and wants to know why you haven't checked in yet. Your first report was due a few days ago."

"Heh, um, I kinda lost the satellite phone when our van crashed. "

"How'd you manage that?"

"Long story, but it ended with a cat being thrown at my face."

"What the..?"

"Jake! They're at it again!"

"Okay, that's it, Emi. I warned you already."

"Spare me the lecture, buddy. This is between me and him."

"No, not anymore. You're making this place unsafe-"

"-and uncomfortable."

"-and as the leader of this expedition, I can't allow that."

"And what are you gonna do about it, huh? Throw me in jail or something?"

"Well shit. I didn't think he'd actually do it."

A few hours later..

"Hey, are you okay in there?"

"I've been stuck in this smelly shack for hours with barely any food and nothing to read. So no."

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want you to suffer. I just don't want to be punched, is all."

"Stop being an idiot and you won't be."

"I'm not- ugh, it's no use arguing with you, is it?"

"Of course not. What do you want, anyway?"

"I want to get you out of there."

"And why would you do that? You know I could just beat you up again, maybe lock you in here."

"Emi, please. I don't want to fight you. Frankly, I don't even remember why we started in the first place."

"Hmm. Now that you mention it, I don't either."

"How about we call a truce? We don't have to like each other, but we still have to work together."

"I still think you're an idiot, but sure. Can you let me out now?"

Shortly after Emi was released from the hastily built detention shack, Jake called everyone for the first official meeting.

"Alright folks, I think it's about time we put an end to this drama. We have a job to do, and having people get injured isn't going to help. Suggestions?"

"I've got one. Your boy Vincent brought us some building supplies in that truck of his, correct?"

"He did, yeah."

"Then I'd say it's a good time for each of us to strike out on our own. We'll all be out of one another's hair, and make more progress in settling the land than if we're all stuck here."

"I agree. Amayata, any progress with the scouting?"

"Yup! I've found some good potential building sites, they're already marked on the maps."

"Excellent! Any objections to this plan?"

"No, it sounds like a great idea. Definitely better than having to lock anyone up."

"Hey! The corpulent copulator and I made peace already. There's no need to throw me in that cell anymore."

"Glad to hear it. We don't want to have to build a real jail anytime soon."

"It's settled. Everyone, pick your spots on the map, and get some rest. Tomorrow, we pack up and set out."

After posing for one last group photo, the settlers grabbed their things and headed out. Jake was left by himself at the stripped down campsite, pining for Amayata worrying about his friends.

"Sigh. I hope she's safe out there..and the rest of them, too."

The blaring of a truck horn snapped him out of his thoughts, along with an impatient Vincent.

"Hey kid, you ready to head out? We're burning daylight here."

"Yeah, I am. It's time to get to work."

[madmachaca]

More Lyla and Camera 9 short fanfiction?

Why not? I am inspired these days, it seems

I got a lot of ideas, so I will be posting them in parts (I will stop each part whenever I think it is getting too long)

These here take place before my last short fanfiction that is here.

And part two is right here

Feel free to read:

1.

She had accepted his invitation, but not because she wanted a hot drink to warm up. She didn't need anything of the sort. She accepted, particially, because she actually likes him.

The other reason was because she wanted to know if she could trust him. When she had the negatives on her hands and saw the note he had placed with them, she realized she had been distracted by how well he kept a low profile. She had nothing on him.

She didn't know where he lived, she didn't know how old he was... she didn't even know his name. And she was intrigued.

"Your hot cocoa is getting cold" he said in between sips. She rested her head on her hands and looked at him inquisitily

"Thanks for the photos, and the negatives. You didn't have to do that"

"I know," he said, taking the envelope she had just place on the table for dramatic effect and took out the photos to see them again. "I like this one"

Lyla got close to see it. It was the picture of her, talking to other time police agents. PK was there, too

"It...it does have a nice composition" she pointed out, avoiding what was actually on it. "You can tell it was raining, but it doesn't distract you from... it must be a difficult picture to accomplish"

"Oh well, I have my trick here and there. Things I learned over the years" and he sip on his hot cocoa again "this is good, specially while hot"

"What do you want, nine?" She asked abruptly. Maybe it was time to stop being so kind. She did know if he was potentially dangerous

"Whatever you are doing, it's not my business, Miss Lay. For all I know, you could be trying to get insights from informants, I can understand that. Sometimes, as a journalist, you need to get acquainted with all kinds of people"

Lyla relaxed a little, but the questions were still running in her head

"Something tells me you are not a simple camera, man," she said lightly with a smile, and he smiled back

"I was curious once, but not anymore"

Again, with the cryptic phrase. She hated when people alienated him at work, but even she had to admit he was an odd one. They, then, remain in silence. He, sipping on his cocoa, looking pit the window, and her looking at him with growing curiosity

"What's your name, Nine?"

"....that's not important now"

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2.

"Ok, let's go!" He said as soon as he jumped into the vehicle, adrenaline still rushing through his veins. Lyla, at the urgency on his voice, drove fast to get them out of there as soon as possible. Things had gotten progressively weirder since hot cocoa buddy date, as she called it

"We got a good one!" He said once they were far enough, "and I got it all recorded!"

"You checked?"

"I always do"

"As expected from you"

She glanced over him every now and then. He was clicking buttons on his gear, rewinding and pausing, checking things were all right

"Nine, when you told me to wait for you after our scoop ended, I wasn't expecting... whatever that was"

"Oh, I stumped upon incriminatory information. Don't worry about it for now"

But she did. She wanted to ask, she wanted an explanation. Going off track, getting into potential danger, risking the scoop... he couldn't help but wonder if he did stuff like that often. What else was he doing that he was telling no one about?

But she couldn't complain. How many times had she disappeared in the middle of things, and he had covered up for her without asking? Asking him would come across as hypocritical since she was about to ditch him without explanation to work on her own mission.

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3.

"And why would I buy such hideous jacket from you, Mike?" Said Angus in a mocking fashion.

"Come on, Angus! It's a nice jacket"

"It's uglier than yourself"

Mike knew he was going no where with him, so he looked for his next potential client

"Lyla!" He called her as he saw her. "Surely a beauty like you would look fantastic on this"

"Can it, Mike, not even her can pull that monstrosity off"

"Oh, I would love to try it on" she replied politely, "but I have so many jackets now I can't afford to get another...I am actually thinking of donating some"

"Donating it sounds like a good idea, Mike. You can give it to camera 9, he never wears any but the uniform. Likely, he has no other clothes"

"But I do" said the cameraman who had been listening quietly to this sad attempt of a sale

"Well, would you take it, anyways?" Asked Mike, trying to sound sympathetic

"No, thank you," he answered. " The color clashes with my eyes"

This is when Lyla realized that aside his age and his name, she didn't know the color of his eyes

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4.

She was so distracted by the collapsing structure that she didn't see that someone was running towards her, the attacked sent them both directly to the ground and avoided the big rock that was about to crush her.

She immediately put distance between herself and the duck on the floor. He stood up calmy and looked around

"So weird debris was just ... lose"

"Who are you? Are you with the organization?" She asked, pointing her weapon at him. The guy dusted off his long trench coat and checked a camera that was hanging from his neck, not a scrash on it, fortunately. On his head, an old school hat shadowed his face, making it difficult to see him

"Are you with the organization?" She repeated energetically

"Relax," he said, raising his hand in surrender "the rock was about to crush you, and I moved you out of the way, that's all"

His voice was familiar, but she wasn't going to let that distract her! She couldn't let her guard down, not when in the middle of a mission with PK

"Why were you nearby? Have you been following"

He smiled, barely, not big and brightly, but enough for her to notice

"Would you believe me if I tell you I was minding my business and it was a coincidence?"

"No, that's the worst excuse I have ever heard"

"That's fair"

She looked at him closely, trying to figure out why he felt so... familiar...

"Let me guess," she asked with irony on her voice "you saw people running into an abandoned warehouse and got curious"

"Lyla," he called her, and she tensed immediately at her name being spoken. "I've told you before: I was curious once, but not anymore"

She lowered her weapon slowly as realization hit her. She wanted to ask him something, but for a moment, couldn't decide on what

"Nin..."

The sound of struggle and fight could be heard on the distance. Lyla knew PK needed her help! 'The mission comes first,' she told herself and ran towards action

"The name is Stefan Vladuck, by the way"

She stopped briefly on her tracks. Shook her head and continued running to where PK was.

All it took was to hold him at gun point, huh?

End of part one

I am having so much fun writing this.

[thessalian]

Thess vs The Faffabout Factor

So I was going to start the quest for AETHER today. However ... way led ever on to way and I got distracted by the sheer Faffabout Factor of this game.

Okay, quick wander to get some campfires before I go hit up AETHER's spot and ... Ooh. Greenshine. There should be a whole slab up there.

Now ... how do I get up there? Guess I have to go around, a bit.

Huh. What's this? Ooh, drone-- whattheFUCKisthatthing?

A ... Slaughterspine. That ... tracks. And it's surrounded byyyyyyyyy ... Fucking. LEAPLASHERS.

ohthisisgonnahurt...

SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR HIGH GROUND. SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR HIGH GROUND!

At least the Leaplasher's-- IT'S NICE THAT I GOT LEVEL 50 OUT OF THAT BUT CAN WE CELEBRATE THAT LATER? I AM BUSY.

Okay. FINALLY. Now. Drone.

OHFOR-- Attempt 1: Failed. I aimed badly.

AAAAAAA! Attempt 2: Failed. Thank the gods for those Survivor passives.

Aha! Attempt 3: Success! I am made of Third Time's The Charm. Now. Back to hunting that greenshine slab.

Oooooooooh. Stormbird-- WHATTHEFUCKISTHATTHING?!?

A ... Deathwing. I do not like the look of that disruptor field it keeps spamming. But Stormbird first.

HAHA! Knocking you down is such a joy, Stormbird. Right. Next, get a little closer - but not too much closer - and get that Dreadwing.

...You go invisible, too? That's not fair!

......Actually, what's not fair is that I can still see you when you're cloaked, asshole. POONK.

GREENSHINE. SLAB. WORTH IT.

Right. Lemme just grab a campfire on this side of the mountains to make life easier-- Ooh, settlement.

Oof. Hunter-trader has a really nice Sharpshot bow, and I'm conflicted. On one hand, this new one has knockdown arrows. On the other hand, my current one does more damage at long distance. I'll stick with my beloved for now, but I'll keep this one handy.

Oh. Green exclamation point. What's up, dude?

...Aww. You want a hunting buddy? I'm with you, dude.

I will mark that Tallneck for later and-- That's ... a shimmer in the air. That's a Stalker. And ... I don't think it sees me. And I'm not even in stealth grass. And it's not a distance thing. ...Eh well. POONK.

I'll hit that flare; see if any more are lurking about-- Theeeeere we go. POONK.

Hi, Ikkotah. I had a nice little warm-up by way of Stalkers. Let's go.

Yes. I am very good at quiet kills. Thank you for noticing.

Ofuckscorcher. IF I HAD KNOWN I WAS GOING TO HUNT ONE OF THESE FOR A SIDE QUEST, I WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN UP IN FUCKING MONTANA OR WHEREVER, HUNTING ONE THERE!

POOF hiding hiding hiding-- Okaydone. POONK.

Awwwwwwwwwww. Dude. I'm really sorry your lover got squished by Regalla's crowd. I ever get some free time, I will totally hunt with you again. ...If I don't die saving the world, anyway.

Okay. I could go for that Tallneck, but that seems involved. I'll get another nearby campfire and-- What's a "Clamberjaw"? I go look.

......You have got to be shitting me.

Eh, at least your weak spots are easy. BOOM-- Headshot.

Oof. There's a Clawstrider in my path. Lemme just--

Oh. There was a person on it. Did ... did I just start a Rebel camp quest by accident again?!?

Yeeeeeep. Well, let's get it done. It's another campfire, anyway.

I could release the Clawstrider and override it as a distraction. Or I could sit on this cliff sniping from a distance. ...No choice at all, really. POONK.

Okay. One more campfire and-- Wait. What's that?

Ah. Vista point. And thaaaaaaaaat's... Those. Are. DEMETER. Coordinates. I just wandered up to a new quest area by accident, didn't I. FUCK.

Aaaaaaaaanyway. Vista. ...ofuckclawstriders. Oh well. Getting better at one-shotting these from the tail. POONK.

Okay, Vista done-- PELICAN! I NEED PELICAN BITS!

I ... can shoot crabs and lobsters. This ... is a thing.

I CAN UPGRADE THIIIIIIIIIIIINGS HUZZAH! ...I need to shoot more lobsters.

......I wonder if there are any moonfish in these waters-- I HAVE WORK IN THE MORNING.

Yeah, so I crossed about a third of the map by accident. Still had fun, though. Buuuuuut I do have work in the morning, so.

[goon-mage]

VANNI’S PALDEAN ADVENTURE: CONCLUSION 💖

After many months of toil (and procrastinating and distractions) I’ve made it through the main story of Pokemon Violet and I wanna show how my babies have grown. (long post warning sorry)

Here’s Isla Dawn, my sort of wild card spot. I picked her up pretty late in my journey which is why she has the 6th spot. She was my compromise of between something defensive and something I thought was cute… and honestly she struggled and still does now in post game. Most she does is set up a screen then get two shot by super effective moves. But she’s pretty and took me a week to get.

ScalieArthur (Arthur for short) is my baby, hatched from an egg. Raising him from lvl 1 while also trying to EV train him in HP (because I was desperate for some bulk on anyone) was genuinely worth it, but changing his terra type to normal was not. Genuinely don’t remember my reasoning, I just like the big ass gem head. But he was a late game powerhouse I really liked using (mainly from the ice typing)

Miss Roberta, one of many name changes. And a special place in my heart as my first shiny in Violet. She never disappointed me in battle, but of all of my team, I gave her the least amount of battle time out of fear she would just get bulldozed.. but she never actually did. Every battle she came out, she dominated. Didn’t give her enough credit, really.

Jellyway… an interesting case. Youll see the OT is Jeff. Jellyway was a surprise gift from my boyfriend, but came at a sad time when I had already had a Clodsire leveled up pretty high (Puddingway, for those who remember.) Jellyway was always the highest leveled on the team and was definitely one of the more frequently used on the team (Ground types are just sadly very useful despite me not liking them much.) But Jellyway was a pleasure to have and you cannot go wrong with toxic spikes!

My sleepy buddy Ardbert, I would die for him. I put in so much work making his terratype fairy and all that work just made me love him even more. I really got in my head when I would terraform him like “oh my opponent definitely thinks this is just a fire tera… but they’re WRONG!” It was also a makeshift way to get a fairy type because theyre just so good, ugh.

And finally, we have the star- Sylvando! Another victim of a name change (once named Riqardo, Sylvando was just way better with how much I like DQXI) he still was my true powerhouse. But unlike Roberta, I put Sylvando through the ringer and he paid the price. He was absolutely the team member who got taken down the most. But he was also the one who dominated the hardest. He was the one who took down Nemona all those times, defeated Geeta's ace, and finished off the true final boss- all in one fell swoop. But he was defeated by Clavell's Meowscarada and Arven's Mabosstiff. Using Sylvando was like a dance, when things go right and all we hit all our moves, it feels like the best feeling in the world, but even one misstep can send us tumbling off the stage like fools.

can't wait to see what's in store for me and my babies in the post game and DLC! And what new friends we'll make along the way.

[mykoreanlove]

One of his girls pt.2 - Choose your fate

You haven’t heard from him in weeks. But now he messaged you – late at night asking if you were still up. What do you do? Which fate do you choose?

FATE #1

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!!!

Your whole body was trembling. You were barely able to hold your phone properly because of the excitement you felt in every cell.

He finally messaged me. I am so happy now. Thank god I waited for him all this time, now our romance can start over and bloom into love!

You didn’t even think twice before answering him. Of course, you wanted to see him again. Even if it was late at night, even if so many things were still unprocessed between the two of you. You did not care at all – you just wanted him back so badly. You answered him in milliseconds and got up roaming your closet for a suitable outfit. Did you even need one though?

We’re probably going to end up fucking on his couch anyway, so why bother?

You decided on a black lace set which you put on after showering and doing your hair and make up. You hurried up, fearing that this moment would never come again.

So far he had not replied, nor called. You felt your stomach churn with anxiety. Your blood turned cold as you realized that he had read all of your messages and chose to ignore you. Tears were starting to form at the brink of your eyes.

JK, are you serious right now?

You shot him another message, barely typing correctly because of all the tears in your eyes. You saw him come online and reading it. Then his green bubble disappeard, leaving you on read. You felt like an idiot.

Embarrassed.

Humiliated.

Ashamed.

Fuck, I can’t do this anymore. Like honestly, he messaged me out of the blue after weeks of no contact in the middle of the night wanting to see me and what did I do? I did a somersault from excitement. How pathetic am I? Of course he left me on read. He probably messaged me because the other girls were busy and when he found a better option he ignored me. Why is this always happening to me? He didn’t change at all. Why am I so stupid?

You were too consumed by your negative feelings to get up and wash off your make up (or what was left of it due to the intense crying).  Instead, you watched the chat for hours, hoping that he would message you back. But he didn’t.

You fell asleep crying, wondering what you did wrong for him to treat you that way.

FATE #2

You finally had a night off to yourself – the last weeks were packed with workouts, dates, therapy, party nights and study sessions and you clearly needed a break. That’s why you chose to stay in and relax – thankfully with the help of your little vibrating buddy.

As you were getting it on and playing with yourself you got distracted by the many pings coming from your phone.

Who the fuck is messaging me now?

Slightly annoyed you paused the toy and took your phone into your hands, breaking into laughter immediately.

Well well well, look what the cat dragged in.

For a short moment you thought of answering him. Not because you wanted to meet him but because you wanted to tell him that you had changed. You were no longer the little girl that put men on a pedestal, thinking they were the glorious knights saving her from herself.

Nope.

You wanted to tell him that you had worked on yourself. A lot. You now realized how amazing you were – beautiful from the inside and out. Smart, driven, ambitious, sexy as fuck and in high demand. You wanted to tell him that you would never ever accept his boyish behavior again – you deserved far more than that.

You didn‘t hate him but you were no longer interested in entertaining his clownery. You leveled up and if he wanted you back in his life he had to rise up to your level as well.

You felt immense happiness in your chest as you realized how far you had come. You finally chose yourself over him and that felt good. You started typing a heartfelt reply in which you explained to him why you were done with him for now but then stopped.

I could explain all of that to him, right? But I could also… you know, match his energy and focus on me.

Your eyes fell on the toy next to you. Your fingers erased the long message and typed a short reply. You smirked as you put away your phone and got back to work.

Yeah, I’m gonna love me. I do it better than him anyway.

FATE #3

You frowned heavily as you scanned his messages.

See, he is a giant fuckboy. He only messaged me because no one else is around. Call him out on his bullshit!

You felt your chest tighten again. You didn’t want to assume the worst of him, even if it looked that way. But couldn’t there be another explanation?

Who says he’s only texting because of hooking up? Maybe he misses me so badly and it took him some time to finally get it out and that’s why he’s texting me at this hour. Couldn’t that also be true?

Your thoughts were all over the place, not knowing what to believe. You gave up reading his mind and asked him blatantly.

His reaction will tell me his motives, so let’s go.

You watched your phone nervously. He had read your messages. He even started typing but stopped.

Why did you stop? Kookie, what did you want to say to me?

You put your phone away as nothing happened for minutes. You felt sadness in your chest, as you took this as a confirmation of him only messaging you because of sex.

You got interrupted in your pity party as you noticed your phone lightning up – he was calling you.

Shit, he’s calling. Do I take his call? What should I say? Fuck, fuck..

“Hey?”

You heard him breathing at the other end of the call. He was just as nervous as you were.

“Just so you know, I felt deeply hurt by your accusation. But I guess I deserved that.”

You took a deep breath. Hearing his husky voice again made you realize how much you still cared about him. It made it painfully obvious how much you still wanted him.

“Kookie..”

His chuckle interrupted your sentence. “I did not expect you to still call me that. I missed that, y/n. I missed you. Still do.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You needed answers, you needed him.

“I didn’t text you because I wanted to fuck. I had a couple of drinks with the guys and apparently that was all the courage I really needed. I wanted to see you and explain why I behaved the way I did. Can I – can I  come over, y/n?”

[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

I started watching Merlin again a few months back because my favorite podcasters were doing it after reaching the end of their Supernatural podcast, so for a while now I've been loping through at a civilized pace, watching 1 episode per week in advance of the podcast, and I was just about in the middle of season 3 -- coincidentally around the exact point I got distracted and lost interested in it the first time I watched -- when Netflix informed me they're yanking the show next week for inscrutable Netflix reasons. So this week I've bailed through the whole back half of the show so I wouldn't have to figure out how to download it or whatever, and man, you guys. It got weirdly dark in the last two seasons! Like there's a whole episode about the bewitched knights wandering lost in a hellish wasteland while failing to rescue Guinevere from being tortured and brainwashed and I'm like -- this is the same show that features other hit plotlines such as "Anthony Head is tricked into marrying a troll who farts constantly" right? It took a turn, is what I'm saying.

Anyway, I basically enjoyed it, in that it's (for once in my life!) written to provide basically consistent and sensible payoffs for the conflicts it establishes and also Colin Morgan is just a really likeable and compelling performer, but like -- I do think it's ultimately a more or less fatal flaw to the show that Arthur kind of -- sucks. He really is kind of a garbage dude, and initially you're kind of like, oh okay, he's youthful and reckless and spoiled, but the show is going to be about how he matures into the Great King of Prophecy, and I appreciate that the key to that is going to be the way he comes to realize that the Common Folk in his life, both Gwen and Merlin, are the best people around him. And kiiiind of? I mean, he does improve marginally, but oh my God he really just is largely a dipshit right to the end, isn't he? Like very late in the game, well into the Full Flowering of Camelot, the conflicts are still along the lines of "Arthur is fully going to execute someone for trumped-up reasons and Merlin has to gingerly plant the idea of maybe not doing that in his head because god knows he'll be having none of it if you try to be direct about the gruesome mistake he's making." And the man's daddy issues, Jesus Christ! I love a good fictional daddy issue, but there's a line, and the line is that if the ghost of your asshole of a dead father half-murders your wife because he thinks you could do better, you're allowed to speak sternly to him! Very sternly! But no, Arthur's like, Dad, I have to ask you to leave now please, because I'm an adult now and you are dead. Buddy! Buddy!!! He clocked your wife unconscious and tried to set her on fire, we passed I Need You to Go Now *several* exits back!

Anyway, it's stuff like that. He's a better king than Uther was, but the bar is in hell, and judged on his own merits, Arthur is -- kind of a petty curmudgeon, and not entirely not a tyrant, and he never *did* fully get around to that restoring magic business that was supposedly the point of the whole show. Which in and of itself is okay and kind of interesting -- it was almost a bold statement about the inherent moral vacuity of dynastic monarchies, like actually if you raise a person to believe the right of rulership is in him by blood, the very *best* you're going to get is a guy who's okay sometimes, unless he doesn't feel like it, in which case you're fucked until you can figure out some way to work him around. Which is basically what Arthur was, as a king. It's like Junior Varsity Game of Thrones. It's not bad.

But they so clearly wanted you, the audience, to go all in on Merlin's fear and sadness as Camlann and Mordred and the fall of Camelot looms, and Morgan's acting his ass off and I would like to play along and grieve the tragic loss of Arthur Pendragon and the end of a golden age, except Arthur's really just a dudebro with the bare minimum that qualifies as a conscience and actually the whole last two seasons were shot more like a gothic horror than a golden age, and I don't think I found it as reassuring as I'm supposed to that this guy is coming back at some point. Not to speak for the British, but -- thanks but no thanks, is where I personally stand on that business. Avalon can keep him.

Which -- again, if that's the point, it's a brilliantly sly deconstruction of the mythology of the True King. But it's kind of not framed like that's the point. I actually couldn't tell for sure. All of this sounds like I didn't like the show, but I think I did! It had some genuinely moving elements and decent production values for TV and some good performances and a dragon. I liked the dragon, he's probably my favorite character.