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[basmathgirl]

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

I was tagged by the gorgeoues @koncussionkat. Congratulations on your marriage, and thank you so much! :D

Last Song: "Walking In the Air" by Peter Auty, from "The Snowman" (my youngest grandson has discovered this in a big way!)

Favourite color: Blue

Last Movie/Show: rewatched "The Bishop's Wife" starring Cary Grant. I love this film!

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: my fancies tend to be savoury, especially cheese & crackers (ideally with garlic), although I love sweet things too.

Relationship Status: *glances across the room at hubby* still married

Last thing I googled: the contact information of a company, for work. Real exciting stuff. Not.

Current Obession: getting organised for my sons visiting us for Christmas. Other than that, I'm still reeling/flying high about the 60th Doctor Who special ending. It gave me what many call "the warm fuzzies" (not a sentence I would ever say in real life, btw).

Tag nine people: @giff4088, @storamogul, @astreakofgay, @ageless-aislynn, @doktrdonna, @pia-writes-things, @stupidlittlenemo, @triciaisonline, @the-mustard-musketeers, @ilikethequiet & anybody else that fancies giving this a go.

[sweethoneyjazzeuphoria]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Halo (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John-117 | Master Chief/Reader, John-117 | Master Chief & Reader Characters: John-117 | Master Chief, Reader, Cortana (Halo) Additional Tags: Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Sort Of, Cortana is concerned, Platonic Cuddling, Inspired by 15 Minutes by ageless-aislynn, apparently I'm low-key convinced that Chief is just a bit cat, probably OOC Master Chief, but idk, imma tag it anyway, OOC Master Chief Summary:

You are woken up in the middle of the night by a strange blue woman all but begging you to help the Chief. But how can you help him? And why you?

Or John has a nightmare and Cortana (who Reader has not yet met) is convinced Reader is the only one who can help him. Reader is written as gender-neutral and while they have a crush on John, this is pretty platonic.

Inspired by 15 Minutes by ageless-aislynn.

@ageless-aislynn, I did the thing! I really hope you like it!

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[sweethoneyjazzeuphoria]

For the Fanfic writer ask game!

🎁👓🦋🦈annnnd 🚦 (and if there are any others you'd like to answer, pretend I included them, too, lol)

AHH! Thanks for the ask!

Answering backwards (because I can) and below the cut (because I wrote a LOT and I don't want to be that asshole taking up your entire dash):

🚦What sort of endings?

Happy. Always. Somehow. I do have a couple of snippets that end ambiguously or badly, but I usually follow those up with some sort of happy or happier epilogue or conclusion.

🦈Toughest character to write?

Uhh... that's hard for me to answer because most characters come easily to me. I just picture them in the situation in my head and they just tell me what they would do, if that makes sense. I only really have a hard time if they decide not to talk to me, then I usually work on something else.

🦋Favorite character to write?

I'm in a Halo stint right now so I LOVE writing the Master Chief and my OC Wylan. They play off each other really well and they get all sassy and they bring out the best in each other and just, ugh I love them so much. I'm also using them to help with my exposition writing which is great because John is super introspective and Wylan is fairly analytical.

👓What helps me focus?

Nothing. I tend to write in spurts and if I get stuck I'll move on to another scene or a different fic entirely. I have like 20 different docs in my Halo folder right now that are all bits of a larger story with at least 7 different arcs all of which are unfinished. So I just write whenever to blot bunny bites me, which is usually when new media for a fandom comes out or if I get obsessed with the media already out again. As for environment, it's usually as quiet as it gets in my rather active household with my dog Mina at the foot of my bed.

🎁WIP to share?

Oh boy here we go. I couldn't decide, so you get two from Halo (snippets in bold).

The first is John being introspective set after Shadows of Reach (not a necessary read and no spoilers):

Csodaszarvas had always been a looming figure in John’s childhood, the ringed moon sitting in the wispy nebula far above his head on Reach. It watched solemnly as he and his fellow Spartans learned and trained and grew, as they were shaped and molded into perfect soldiers. And sometimes, in the early days of augmentation, he watched it back. Long after the others had gone to bed and he couldn’t sleep, he would sneak up to the roof and look at the moon.

John always had an odd feeling about it, like it really was watching him somehow, and it had formed a strange importance in his mind. He wasn’t sure why or where the feeling came from, only that he was drawn to the satellite. He had never been there, and to his knowledge nothing was there, but when he thought of Csodaszarvas, he thought of it as a resigned home.

And that’s how he felt as they approached it now, the rocks and ice in the moon’s rings growing steadily larger in the Pelican’s canopy.

And the second is an interaction between John and my OC Wylan after lots of story (that I may or may not ever finish) from John's POV:

“They’re putting me in cryo again, aren’t they,” she said with a small sad smile. It wasn’t a question.

John, the great Master Chief, the Spartan, sagged defeatedly, “I’m sorry Wylan.”

He felt a pair of small hands cup his face, lifting his head up just in time for a firm kiss to be planted on his lips. Too stunned to react, he froze with his blue eyes open in surprise and let her kiss him. It wasn’t anything particularly spectacular, just the press of her soft mouth on his, but it was enough to send him mentally reeling even after she pulled away. His gaze followed hers as she smiled at him (some part of his mind supposed he was probably an amusing sight to see, caught completely off-guard and parted lips coming the closest to slack-jawed he’d ever been in his life), his eyes asking the questions he couldn’t form with words.

“You tried, John,” she murmured, her thumb running over the short scruff on his cheek, “That’s more than anyone has ever done for me.”

A knock sounded on the door and Palmer’s voice sounded muffled through the metal, “Chief, Wylan, Dr. Halsey wants to see you. It’s time.”

He heard Wylan sigh and watched as she flashed one more sad smile up at him before pulling away and donning her helmet. He watched as she walked towards the door and paused, turning her visor to face him. It took him a moment to realize that she was waiting for him to put on his helmet and follow, so with hasty, hesitant movements, he did exactly that.

The walk to the cyro pod seemed to last a lifetime, but John didn’t mind. It gave him the chance to memorize the way she moved, committing the sounds of her footsteps and the elegance she held herself with to a part of his mind he could hold close and never lose. She would be his greatest secret. The one experiment Halsey did her best to hide and bury, he would keep with him, if only in his mind. He found it a little ironic, the doctor’s favorite subject going against her to simply remember the one she hated. He was sure the irony was not lost on Wylan either. She was good like that.

In the blink of an eye, they had reached their destination. What had seemed like forever just moments ago was here, now, far too soon.

It wasn’t okay.

It would never be okay.

*sweats nervously* If you made it this far, I hope you like my writing!

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[ageless-aislynn]

Thanks so much @jellotherelol!

Eggs: Allergic. *super duper sad face* I miss eggs, honestly. I used to love scrambled, omelettes, egg salad, sunny side up, hard boiled, they were all good.

Steak: Well done. Yes, I'm a heathen and I've accepted that fact, lol. 😉

Milk: Almond is my favorite these days

Alcohol: Never have I tasted a drop except for that one time when I was a kid when one of my cousins thought it was hysterical to give me a "chocolate candy" that was actually a rum ball. Not funny back then, dude, not funny now. (I took one bite and went YAAAGGGGH *epic grossed out face* and that was as close as I ever came to drinking in my life. 😂😉)

Warm drink: Coffee or tea

Potato: Yesplz (bring 'em on any style)!

Spice tolerance: Absolutely trash nowadays. I used to like a sorta medium to high heat level but now the ol' bod just ain't what she used to be so I stick to very mild.

Tagging anybody who'd like to do this! *boops your nose politely* 💖

[sweethoneyjazzeuphoria]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Halo (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John-117 | Master Chief/Reader Characters: John-117 | Master Chief, Reader Additional Tags: Inspired by 15 Minutes by ageless-aislynn, Flirting, Fluff, Just Pure Wholesome Fluff, Mechanic!Reader, lots of mechanical jargon, i hope reader explains it well, john 117 needs a hobby, he might just get one, especially if i have anything to say about it Series: Part 2 of Why You? Well, It's Because... Summary:

While on shift, you get an unusual visitor in your repair bay.

Inspired by 15 Minutes by ageless-aislynn

@ageless-aislynn I did another thing and I’m blaming you (in a good, affectionate way).  You have created a monster 😁

[ageless-aislynn]

There are 6 fics at AO3 (can't swear to anywhere else, of course) for Killer Frost/HR (The Flash) and they're all mine, lol.

I know some of my fellow writer friends can probably say the same. @authortobenamedlater was the first person I know of who wrote Tom/Chyler so that makes her The First even if it turns out somebody else wrote them prior, lol. 😉

just for curiosity's sake, to any fic writers in the audience --

if you've done more than one, vote the lowest down option!

*not as in "i invented a trope", but as in "i was the first one in the transformers ao3 collection to write a tagged 'only one bed' fic"

(ao3 specifically used only because its so easy to search for this information, but if you were the first one to write a fic for anything on other sites, i'd also love to hear about that!)

[ghostslillady]

"Don't look at me like that, unless you intend to fulfill all my dark fantasies."

@deadbranch @criehours @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ageless-aislynn @ghostssweetgirl

[ageless-aislynn]

Title: “15 Minutes” (9/?) Author:  @ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: You're in peril but don't be afraid, help is near. Series: How to date a Spartan (without even trying) Rating:  T (PG13) Length: 2,568 (this chapter, 22,261 total so far) Spoilers: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Trigger warning: claustrophobia Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N:  Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. Halo season 2 has finally arrived! However, this fic continues to zip along in the AU Party Warthog, so, while we began with season 1 way back when (and you’ll see a few more things from s1 along the way 😉), we’ll not be venturing into s2 territory at all. Unless s2 is going to take some verrrrry interesting twists, lol! Chapter 10 is in progress by hand but I hope to have it ready soon. 🤞😣🤞 The tags have been updated for hurt/comfort starting with this chapter. If you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

Taglist: @pinheadbanger​ @mysardencut​ @laurenstacy610​ @sporadicbelievernightmare​ @ultrablackwidower​ @bxmxtx​ @jellotherelol

If you would like to be tagged in my John/Reader fics, just let me know! I also write John/Kai, John/Cortana and Kai/male Reader, so I’m glad to tag you for whatever you’d like. If you would like to be removed from the taglist, also feel free to let me know, no harm, no foul. 😉 💖

Halo fic masterlist ⭐

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

Trigger warning again: claustrophobia If you need to avoid the actual scene, skip the entire first section but there will be a lot of mentions of it again through the rest of the chapter, just so you're aware. I don't want to cause any distress to anyone so if you'd like a recap of what happens in this chapter, feel free to contact me here and I'm happy to oblige so you can stay in-the-know without reading something that could trigger a bad reaction. Stay safe, my friends! 🤗

You tried to gasp in a breath but there was a weight pinning you down. Smoke burned your lungs and your eyes. Your left arm couldn't move but you were able to bring your right hand up to wipe your face, trying to clear your vision. The only light in the rubble came from a shower of sparks a few feet away, emitting from a panel half-ripped from the wall. There was very little to orientate yourself by.

"Hello?" you tried to call but you couldn't take a deep enough breath to yell. The muffled ring in your ears told you that at least one of your eardrums had ruptured.

Evaluate, you thought in the tone you used when triaging patients, shoving down a wave of panic. You tried to squeeze out from under whatever was pressed across your back. No good, too much weight.

There wasn't a tremendous amount of pain but you worried at the numbness from your waist down, behind whatever was restraining you.

Evaluate.

You tested moving your legs, your feet, your toes. It felt strange but yes, you had movement.

Spinal cord potentially compromised but not severed, you diagnosed as clinically as possible.

Something overhead gave an alarming groan.

Alert help. Report your position.

"Hello? I'm by the crane operator booth. Can anyone hear me?"

You couldn't get the volume you wanted and you automatically tried to inhale deeper. You couldn't and had to fight another wave of panic. The animal part of your brain wanted to claw the twisted metal of the deck, trying to squirm free, but when you twitched, something above you groaned again.

You had no way to know how perilous the collapsed structure was. A wrong move could bring it all down.

A fresh wave of smoke irritated your nose and you coughed weakly. From far away, you heard the muffled sound of a woman saying your rank and last name.

"Here," you choked out. "I'm here."

A blue light shimmered a few feet away, the lower half of a blue-tinted woman, her upper body phased through the rubble. Then she shrank until she fit the space, adjusting like a camera lens. A hologram.

She repeated your rank and last name. "We have your location," she said, your damaged hearing distorting her voice. "Sit tight, a rescue crew is on their way."

You tried to respond but the smoke triggered more coughing, so you nodded.

"I'll stay with you for as long as the holo-emiter holds," she said, gesturing towards the ruined wall panel that continued to spark.

"Thank you," you managed to say. "Casualties?"

She glanced up and away as if receiving new information. "Reports coming in of injuries but no fatalities. Your alert gave enough time for almost everyone to get clear."

"Good." You made yourself slow your breathing down, taking shallow breaths since you couldn't take deeper ones. For a moment, your head swam and it felt like the floor tipped. Your fingers scratched for a hold on the crumpled metal.

The sound of your rank and name cut through the terror. "You're all right," the woman assured you. "You're not falling. Try to stay still. Silver Team will be back on site in a few more minutes. John will be here soon."

It gave you something to focus on other than bring trapped. The way she knew that the mention of John would comfort you, that she didn't call him Master Chief like most people did, even the mannerism of how she'd looked away, like someone was speaking in her ear...

"Your name wouldn't be Ms. Classified, would it?" you asked haltingly and tried to smile.

"That's... not inaccurate," she said and maybe it was your blurry vision but you could've sworn she gave you a fond smile, like she knew you. "I'm not supposed to tell my name."

You tried to say it was all right but couldn't draw enough breath.

"Ah, screw it," she said. "What are they going to do, fire me? My name is Cortana."

You must've blacked out because the next thing you knew, she was kneeling next to you, her small holographic hand resting atop your outstretched arm as she repeated your rank and name.

If you could get a breath, you needed a good, solid breath. Your chest instinctively fought to expand but couldn't beneath the pressure bearing down on your back. Something above you slid and the pressure abruptly worsened. You clawed, you fought, you struggled to breathe. To live.

"John, get here now! The support beam is failing!"

"Not his fault," you tried to say. "Tell him. Not his--"

Metal screamed and everything went dark.

You woke, grasping at nothing. You still couldn't get a deep breath but this time you were on your back and it felt like someone had laced a corset brutally tight around you.

"Easy there. You're all right," said a deep voice.

Your vision swam and then Spartan Vannak-134 appeared out from the dim lighting. You were still clawing at the air, trying to sit up, and he caught your hand a little awkwardly in his much larger ones.

"Where?" you gasped.

"You're back on Reach, in medical."

Once he said it, details emerged like a black and white picture filling in with color: the beeps of the monitors, the distinctive antiseptic smell. Your hearing was still deadened but not as much as before, meaning they had already begun healing therapies on your eardrums.

Anything you might've wanted to say dissolved like sugar on your tongue before the words could be spoken. Your head seemed too full. I'm drugged, you thought and that was the last thing you knew for a while.

Voices drew you from the murky depths and you tried to open your eyes but couldn't.

"Hold her hand," Vannak said in a quiet rumble. "She likes that."

A new hand gently folded around yours and your fingers instinctively gripped hold.

You woke, feeling the phantom press of metal bearing down on you, forcing the air from your lungs. You tried to sit up, your limbs flailed, uncoordinated and leaden. A second hand closed around yours and a feminine voice began to softly sing, a lullaby in a language you didn't recognize.

The room was blurry but you caught a glimpse of red hair -- Spartan Riz-028. You went under once more, dreaming of music that soothed your fears.

Later, there was a new voice to lure you up from the sticky darkness.

"Poor little thing. She looks so small."

"She'll heal. Hold her hand, it helps."

At some point, you jolted awake to find your hand cradled carefully within Kai's.

"Hey," she said, sitting up straighter in the chair next to the bed. "You need anything?"

Your head felt less stuffed with cotton than before but now that cotton seemed to have been transferred to your mouth. "Water?" you croaked.

She jumped up and returned shortly, carrying a cup with a straw in it. You intended to sit up but a searing pain in your ribs immediately convinced you that was a bad idea and you let her help you by holding the straw to your lips.

"Slowly," she advised.

Once you'd taken a couple of sips, you mumbled your thanks then promptly passed out.

You thought you'd closed your eyes for a brief moment but when they fluttered open, it wasn't Kai sitting in the chair, holding your hand.

As soon as John knew you were awake, he was on his feet, carefully brushing the fingertips of his free hand along the curve of your cheek.

You mouthed his name.

"Rest," he said. "I'm here. You're safe."

For the first time in what seemed like forever, you truly felt as if you were. Your mind let go.

"And how's our favorite mech, the Hero of the Pit?"

"That's not a very heroic name," you confessed, smiling as Maria and then Jamie entered medical.

You were sitting on the side of the bed in generic gray scrubs, waiting for Dr. Savannah to give you final instructions before your release. It had been two days since the explosion. Your hearing had, thankfully, returned to normal. The rest of you... not so much but you were on the mend.

They both gave you careful hugs.

"You look a lot less like you were squashed by a building," Jamie said sincerely and Maria punched his arm. "Hey, that was a compliment!"

"Don't make me laugh," you begged, holding your left side. They'd fused your broken ribs back together but the tissue damage would take longer to resolve. Still, aches, pains, limited motion and all, you knew you were very lucky.

"I hope they're giving you a nice vacation, at least," Maria went on.

"I should be ready for light duty in a week."

"Technically, I said we'd evaluate you for light duty in a week," Dr. Savannah corrected as she entered. "Afraid your friends will have to catch up with you later."

They said their goodbyes and, as they left, you started to stand. The doctor quickly said, "No, you don't. I don't want you walking on that leg."

"It's not broken," you argued.

"Not anymore," she countered. "Stay put. I got you a ride."

"I don't need to be wheeled back to the barracks." You tried to keep your tone confident but the truth was even that little bit of exertion had left you feeling twinges all along your left leg. Your left shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat.

"Well, good thing you're wrong on both counts," she said, winking. "And here he is now."

John came through the door, dressed in his undersuit as if either about to head to the Brokkr stations to have his Mjolnir mounted up or returning from having it removed. You didn't even realize you'd moved to rise again until Dr. Savannah put a practiced hand on your good shoulder to keep you down.

"I'll be sending PT to you twice a day, starting tomorrow," she said. "They'll help you to get your strength and mobility back. Around that, rest. Catch up on your reading, watch some thoroughly trashy movies, and keep your feet up. Not too far up, though. Nothing too strenuous. Make him do all of the work."

That got you to look at her and she waggled her eyebrows.

John cleared his throat slightly, a faint but definite flush creeping up from his collar. "Yes, ma'am."

"All right, see you back in a few days, sooner if anything else develops. You know what to watch for."

It wasn't until she stepped back and John approached that it clicked.

"You're going to carry me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he repeated in a murmur that shivered straight down your spine.

Since your left side had taken the brunt of the damage, he put your right to his chest and cautiously picked you up in a bridal carry. Despite the care, being moved set a thousand things to hurting and your breath hitched as he straightened.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you said, your tone tighter than you would've liked. You thought, I hope nobody sees me being toted around like this, but, as soon as you left medical, you realized that no one was actually looking at you.

I think if Master Chief offered to drop me and pick up any marine, ODST or officer in this hall, they'd be hopping into his arms before I even hit the floor!

At the first turn he made, you realized the rest of it. "This isn't the way to the barracks."

"Nope," he said and you knew him well enough now to see the hint of a smile in his eyes.

You didn't have to wait for further clues, there was only one place, then, that he could be taking you. "How many strings did you have to pull for this?"

"Not as many as you might think," he demurred. "Your actions saved lives."

And they could've blamed you for failing to make sure a bomb hadn't been sent to the Pit in the first place. The curly tailed Warthog had been your responsibility, after all. You'd been curtly informed of all that when they'd debriefed you the first day you'd had your eyes open for more than 15 minutes.

You doubted they'd told that to John, though.

When you reached his room, he maneuvered so to get his thumb on the panel without jostling you too much. The lights came on as he took you through the doorway and then he paused.

"Kai," he rumbled, shaking his head. "She said studies show people heal better with color. I should've known she'd overdo it. Say the word and I'll have her in here clearing this out."

"It's your room," you said, "but personally, I love it."

The duvet on the bed and the pillows on the couch were now a rainbow of jewel tones. A tapestry with a field of sunflowers dominated the wall at the foot of the bed and you could've sworn there was a dusting of diamond glitter shimmering on every wall, sending tiny holographic rainbows through the air in all directions. But the main thing that caught your attention was overhead.

"She put up stars," you said, brightening.

"Ah, that one was actually me," he confessed. "You seemed to really like those in her room so I thought..."

You stretched up in his arms, inhaling a little sharply at the stab of pain in your left side, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love them, John. Thank you."

A short time later, you found yourself lying on the bed in the darkened room, looking up at those stars. John had profusely apologized for not being able to stay after getting you settled in. He'd turned down the bed so you wouldn't have to, had put your padd close at hand on the nightstand to the right along with a bottle of water and a couple of emergency ration packs in case you got hungry before someone bought you a meal. He'd even procured you a set of unthinkably soft civvies to change into, exactly your size and in your favorite color.

You couldn't imagine that a Spartan had ever taken care of a sick or wounded person before, other than in a battlefield triage situation, so he'd probably found a checklist from somewhere to guide him. His earnestness to make sure he'd done everything right sent warmth flooding through you.

Before he left, he'd paused to kiss the top of your head.

"You know," you said, lifting your chin, "my lips aren't broken."

He hesitated. "The last time I did that, an entire base fell on you."

"Only the warehouse part," you said dismissively, "and there was absolutely no correlation, I promise."

He tried to smile at that but his eyes still showed concern.

"I promise," you repeated more seriously and he exhaled as if about to make a tremendous leap. His kiss was so soft and gentle, it was barely more than a whisper against your mouth.

Once he had left, you'd considered taking Dr. Savannah's advice and watching a holo, reading something on your padd, or doing any number of things to pass the time but ultimately, you'd wanted to appreciate his handiwork.

After all, it wasn't just anybody who could say a Spartan had literally hung the stars for them.

[ghostslillady]

This is how I imagine Simon Riley would kiss me!

The Clenched fist! The hungry look! That grab!!!!

Someone please write a fic about this! 😭😭😭🛐🛐🛐

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[ageless-aislynn]

Go ahead and Rickroll yourself right here! 💖

Okay, so, yeah, I Reverse UNO Rickrolled you with that one, sorry. I felt like it was expected of me. 🤷‍♀️😉 Clicky click for the real deal.

[ghostslillady]

Uh, hello! Where is man like this!!!!!!

I think Capt. Price or Master Chief would definitely do this!

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