#except for aos oops

[gingerpeachtea]

wip ask game! <3

ty @the-sparkling-diamond-satine for tagging me!! :D

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

graceland:

something’s in your eyes

mcb threesome

you touch my leg and i insist (but i wake up before we do it)

mike tshot

if i make it to the morning (chapter 2)

mike headache and gay people

polyamickfic

mjcb sleepwalking

there are things he can’t tell him (johnny traumaturro)

mike shower gone wrong real not clickbait

smoke signals

mike whump yayyyy

moulin rouge:

burning suns

reading

sickfic (modern au)

polyfic

orchestrations

christian/satine/nini threesome

stomach kiss

giving

window wip

braindead:

otherwise occupied

gareth storm augh scaree

laurel bug ears

laurel sickfic of all time

laurel sickfic sequel

adhd laurel

ocd laurel

death on the stairs

laureth hi (5+1)

bandstand:

cat fic

davyjulia religion fic

jimmydonny nightmare

ivory pool (julia nightmare)

agents of shield:

fancy mission fic

keep your beady eyes on me (make sure i don’t turn to dust)

bkeoat (bus kids existence of all time)

bkeoat squeakquel

i stepped through—there was no floor

tarps

don’t leave a stranger

fitzdaisy wall of valor

tagging: @emeraldelysium @bumblingest-bee @aaronstveit @dandelion-writes @the-river-rix @elysabeththequeene @saint-ossifrage <3

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 32 : Monkey day off

For once Wukong isn't the one fighting the demons

Despite having the ability to do so, Wukong rarely shrinked himself. He never thought about it to be honest. Being tall was more practical as a whole but he had to admit that being shrinked had its advantages, for example he could be groomed by Macaque. The great sage leaned on the lil guy chest, a pleased smile on his face, tail swaying in delight. They were both on Ao Lie horse head, savoring the fresh winds of spring. Macaque was always very diligent in his grooming. He picked every strand of fur and smoothed it twice, removing dirt, twigs and bugs hidden within the bushy hair.

Wukong loved feeling Macaque's claws dive in his scalp, it made his skin tingles just right. Plus he was always pretty after, and if he was lucky Macaque would weave more braid in his luscious mane. They convinced Sanzang to not shave it (as per Buddhism demand), a lil white lie about how monkeys needed their mane to keep sickness at bay. Wukong was convinced that Sanzang saw right through their lie but pretended otherwise. The sage was grateful for that.

The pilgrims reached a river too large to be crossed. The villagers were kind enough to let them stay in their homes. Like always, their benefactor was frightened by the pilgrims appearances and fled the moment they saw him.

“How rude.” Huffed Wukong as he settled on a table, he was still shrinked and didn't felt like returning to his orignal size.

“Plus I made you all pretty, they don't know what they're talking about.” Mumbled Macaque as he finished his grooming. Wukong brightened at being called pretty by Macaque, his tail thumped on the table.

“They just didn't expect to see you.” Sighed Sanzang. The young monk went to see their benefactor, old Chen, and explained the situation. Afterward all the pilgrims were served food.

“Don't eat so much Piglet! You're gonna starve the whole village.” Laughed Wukong when he saw how much food Bajie was inhaling.

“You may not know, elder brother, but a monk half-feed is worse than a monk dead.” Replied Bajie with a fake wiseness. Wukong huffed and rolled his eyes, he then threw his thumb-size bowl to Bajie and roared of laughter once it hit the pig's forehead.

“You little!” Grumbled Bajie as he rose and chased after Wukong. The great sage shrieked and ran away from the angry pig.

“Don't break anything!” Called Sanzang with a sigh.

“At least they're energetic.” Nodded Wujing as he cleaned Bajie’s mess.

“Children.” Snorted Macaque, he then looked forward and smiled in disbelief. “Ao Lie, I don't know how you did it but you got a dumbing on your head.”

“Oops, my bad.” Laughed the dragon-horse as he took the dumbling on his head and threw it in his mouth.

Once Bajie stopped chasing after Wukong, the pilgrims learned of a demon, the King of Numinous Power, demanding children as sacrifice in exchange of wind and rain. Wukong cracked his knuckles once he heard that.

“Guess it's time to get back to my orignal size.” But Macaque stopped him before he could even try.

“No. You're always the one defeating demons, let Bajie and Wujing take charge for once.” Stopped Macaque.

“Yeah, we don't need you monkey brain.” Huffed Bajie with crossed arms.

“We got this Elder brother.” Reassured Wujing with a grin. They both left the house after this. It felt a bit odd for Wukong, he was usually always the one to fight.

“Hey kiddo, can you take a bowl and fill it with warm water?” Kindly asked Macaque, Sanzang nodded and did as told. Macaque put scented herbs and lotion in the water then he turned towards Wukong. “Here, you can take a bath. You need a day off after all.”

Wukong flushed a bit at the idea but he couldn't deny Macaque. He removed most of his clothes (except his loin cloth) and entered the bowl of warm water. He sighed of bliss once he was inside. Macaque went besides him and began to knead his shoulders. The sage let out a lil yelp of surprise before melting in the black-furred monkey hands. Slowly, the golden-furred monkey became a puddle of purrs and happy chirps. Sanzang and Ao Lie watched the peculiar scene of both tiny monkeys relaxing with soft smiles, it was cute.

Some time after this, both Wujing and Bajie got back defeated.

“Ah, did you come here to seek this old monkey wisdom?” Snickered Wukong as Macaque was sharpening his claws.

“Don't let it get to your head, you pampered monkey.” Mumbled Bajie.

“We don't know how to defeat the King of Numinous Power.” Admitted Wujing with a pout.

“Well I have a saying for cases like this : when you don't what to do, go to Guanyin.” Answered Wukong, he was still lounging in his bowl of warm water, being pampered by Macaque.

In the end, Guanyin resolved the situation, the demon turning out to be her escaped goldfish.

“Ah! That was a great day.” Laughed Wukong as he returned to his original size, he felt incredibly revigored. Macaque was right. He needed more days off.

“It's unfair! We spend the day fighting and you spend the day being pampered.” Groaned Bajie.

“Not my fault you don't have an amazing best friend who takes care of you like me.” Cooed Wukong as he lifted Macaque to his face and rubbed his face against the tiny monkey. Macaque was dwarfed in Wukong's fluffy cheek.

“Ew, monkey love.” Replied Bajie with a grossed out face.

+ cut scenes

Guanyin : I wonder where my goldfish is? Well it's just a goldfish, not like it can cause troubles 🤷

King of Numinous Power : And now I demand your children as sacrifices! In exchange I'll give you wind and rain! 😈

 

Bajie and Wujing : bodhisattvas we need your help!! 😭

Guanyin : Oh it's not monkey today? Then who am I going to taste this new tea flavor on? 🤔

 

Fun fact : Wukong goes so much to Guanyin for help, she started testing tea on him. She likes to make tea and Wukong got a strong stomach.

Ch1 / Previous /Next

[rainbowresurrection]

The thing I find lame about SNW is that they "lean into" Spock's human half. Ohhhhh oo-hoo-hooooo look at me! I'm a writer who wants to put my goofy ass spin on Mr. Spock!

But then they want to call it a canon prequel to the ORIGINAL? Like canon. To the original. I don't buy it. Canon to the OG where Spock is literally disgusted and ashamed of his human half and has spent his ENTIRE life hiding it? Like the entire time, that includes the time in which SNW supposedly takes place? And the T'Pring shit I can't even bring myself to talk about because it deviates so far from canon? A one-off character they just brought back to make Spock seem less fucking gay?

Hoh look a musical episode! Wow! It's camp get it??? Camp?? Cuz the original was campy?? Except Spock is straightwashed so they managed to make camp heterocentric so what are they doing and what was the point? Who the hell is this supposed to be for?

What. Were. They. Thinking. I'm going insane. Episode where SPOCK becomes HUMAN? Episode where they SPLIT the MIXED RACE character who was written as MIXED RACE in the SIXTIES! I dare them to write a goofy episode where Oops! I turn Full Native and see how quirky and racially sensitive it is. Hoho so fun and goofy!

No I cannot overlook these transgressions. I want as many people as possible to know that I'm disgusted and to feel vindicated in knowing that they aren't the only one. I'm so sorry fellow mixed race queers. We deserve better from a "Star Trek show". And Spock as a character deserves so much more respect than he's ever given in reboot writing. A kid with a Spock action figure could conjure up a superior narrative.

I haven't been this angry since AOS (straight Spock [x2] White Khan [x1] mental diarrhea [x1000]).

There's so many types of Star Trek Show at this point that there is bound to be some contention over what is the "right vibe" and what is sacrilege but whatever the fuck SNW and AOS is dishing out is just sooooo far removed from everything I found appealing about Star Trek. Oooo big het guys do tuff stuff but never in a gay way (maybe throw a qweer in the background so people can't call out lack of rep) and also the enterprise looks like a migraine and maybe there's some explosions oooooooo [has a stroke and fucking dies]

[kraptos]

Alright- the idea of AOS as one of Odin's disguises all along is down right horrifying for poor Kratos; imagine the violation he must've felt from every chapter with that angst 😰😰😰

Almost similar to Furies' illusions of Lysandra to get their way with Kratos in Ascension; except Odin succeeded and exploited Kratos' vulnerability as AOS.

He would have put a rift between Kratos and Atreus long ago if he not use Týr. Kratos would definitely give him the Zeus treatment after that revelation >:(

Now I imagined Odin had the real AOS imprisoned just like the real Týr in post Ragnarök. Seems logical that he was able to pull it off, but uhhh- I figured it would make things too complicated considering the full contexts I've gotten lol xD

At least Kratos can finally reunite with the real deal so yayyy- happy ending i guess?

Also, I wasn't able to read your reply from my previous ask. idk why but either I deleted my accidental comment or something. Still getting used with Tumblr ^^

Just wanted give out my lil thoughts in your inbox lol

YEAHHHHH… i wasn’t 100% committed to it before ragnarok came out, but i was DEF tempted to go with it. one of my reasons was that i just couldn’t picture how kratos and little atreus would even begin to react to that sort of reveal. another was that it felt cheap to have built up an entire novel about their relationship/developing AOS as a p complex character just to have him not even be real. the twist with tyr in GOWR just sealed the deal that i wouldn’t go that route because i couldn’t LOL

but maaan… idk. it would have been SO messed up if i had been able & decided to LMAO but like you said, it would have definitely complicated things, and now AOS gets to run around and get a little traumatized with everyone else ahahaha

sorry about the reply, that was my fault!!! i was on mobile and deleted it right after posting because i thought it hadn’t actually @’d you. i guess it did, oops 😅 i meant to reply again from my pc last night when i got back from work, but i fell asleep 😔

my reply was just me was just saying how relieved i was to see the tyr twist in the game because it made the decision about AOS’s fate for me! thanks for sending me your thoughts they are v good & always welcome in my inbox!!! i love gettin to read them :D

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this is where the rest of our life begins - PART FOUR

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pairing - l. fitz x g. ward

rating - teen and up (for part four: mpreg, boys in love, alpha grant ward, omega leo fitz, a/b/o dynamics, aos season 1, established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff, cravings)

word count - 739

summary - fitz early morning cravings and ward support

how far along is fitz - 15 weeks

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Three weeks later...

Grant awoke with a start, throwing off the bedsheets and sitting up. He took deep breaths attempting to calm himself down. His nightmare was still fresh in his mind, the image of Leo leaving him melting his brain. The Scot had discovered he was Hydra and took their child with him, running away full of fear. Ward was afraid of this happening any minute; he had no idea when Garrett and the entirety of Hydra would put their plan into motion, except that it was soon and had been planned for years. The man looked over at the other side of the bed, wanting to be comforted by his Omega’s sleeping form. He found nothing but a recently warm space and the cabin door ajar. Ward got up and walked out of the room, hearing humming and a light on in the kitchen. 

“Um, Leo?” He asked, seeing his boyfriend with a spoon in his mouth, a jar of pickles, a bottle of ketchup, and a small tub of ice cream sitting next to him. 

“Oh, hey, Grant!” He waved vigorously, clearly over-tired and out of it. “How’s it goin’?” 

The Alpha waved back reluctantly, very confused and worried. “I- babe. What are you doing?” 

“Oh! I got a craving for an ice cream sundae with ketchup-” Leo picked up the bottle, squirting it into a bowl an ice cream in lieu of caramel or chocolate sauce. “And pickles-” He dropped two long speared pickles into the bowl, spraying the sweet vanilla ice cream with salty pickle juice. 

“Honey? You don’t like pickles. And Jemma told us to try not to overindulge on sweets.” Grant slid closer to his Omega, who smelled of vinegar and sadness. 

Leo made a face of realization. “Oh. Right. Oops!” He set the white bowl down on the island and stared at it, unsure what to do next. 

“Um, alright. Here, Leo.” Grant dragged up a chair and helped the scientist into it.” Why don’t we sit down? I can get you an apple; do you want that instead?” He asked, trying to get Leo to look at him. The shorter nodded. Grant turned away, intent on finding an apple to cut and feed his Omega. When he returned to his boyfriend, he saw tears streaming down his face. “Woah, woah. Hey. Hey. Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” The taller set down another bowl on the island - this one full of fresh apple slices - and wiped the hot trails of salty tears off Leo’s pale face. 

Leo sniffed, glancing away from his partner. “I don’t know!” He exclaimed. “My mood swings are getting so bad! I snapped at Skye today because she asked to help me. What is wrong with me...” The dirty blonde stared at his lap, hands wringing solemnly. 

“Leo Fitz. Nothing is wrong with you.” Grant put his hands on Fitz’s knees, exasperated. “You are beautiful, you are a genius, and you are going to be a mother. You are creating life. I think you have the right to be a little moody.” Leo hugged him, squashing his face against the other’s shoulder with a watery smile. He breathed in the Alpha’s dewy pine and chocolate smell, letting it will the tears away. When they pulled away, Ward said, “I don’t know about these cravings, though. Ice cream and ketchup? We have chocolate sauce, baby.” 

The Scot shrugged, reaching for his apple slices. “A little salty with my sweet.” He mumbled. Once he was finished, the level seven agent took his bowl and put it in the sink. Taking the other, he scraped out the weird combination and put some water in it. The Omega got up, groaning. “Ugh, my back.” 

Grant hummed, putting his hand on the scientist’s lower back, guiding him to the bedroom, and helping him sit on the bed. “Do you want a heating pad?” Leo winced as he lay down, nodding, thankful for his Alpha. The older went to get it, plugging it in and offering his boyfriend a pillow. Fitz let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back onto it, closing his eyes. He drifted off almost instantly. Ward closed the door silently and returned to bed, draping an arm over Leo’s lower abdomen. He kissed the crook of his partner’s neck, nuzzling his face against his unmated scent gland before sleep caught up to him. 

you can also read this story here

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masterlist & other such things

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[jjcocker]

oops I accidentally infodumpd my thoughts about this

im tryna Not draw this but ....hhh

the recital in this could be ykno w.some sorta performance thing they'd have to do(that's exactly what sunny abd mari had to do .but you get what i mea .(i meant a . yknow. the .tampolibe performance)

and it Can be pretty solid until tje headspace moment

would dw kel aubrey and hero b replaced by tje toss boys .except .its a bit out of character (ok no pretty out o f charactr because they cant coo k .....)(but i feel they have the dumbassery level of kel in it yknow)

how would the rw be

i cant see any of them fjtting for yhe role of basil

there wouldnt even Be a basil I think

but then if the whole driving force of omori happened in this What Would Haopen?????there was no one hanging around (pun not intended) and witnessing the shti that happened so WHAT HAPPENED???

anyways back to the rw thing

who would be who

because if they keep as they are. In the dw they will .be the same character in yhe rw

so we r supposing aka-chan be aubrey i foudb her the most fitting .js because ???

but who would the hooligans be

js for the funnies, i also thought of hero ao-kun .their harstyles look a bit similar so-

but i dont think he can't cook ajwjhtfj + not adign the mari lover aspect to him bc idk i js dont wana think of shippy things (mari in this case is poline)

anf kel-yan

because he's a sily guy !!!and so is kel

i like thoses illy guys that ahve this complex thing and like yhey are hapy ,,but they js kinda suppress yje sad feelings AHSUEJD i forgor most of the story to omori pls remind m

noticed aubrey aka-chan can still kinda tie in because i hsdcanon her and pline as besties n like that to me ws pretty much how mari and aubrey were ,,,

uh ok infodumping over

omori but tram is sunn—*GUNSHOTS*

[milfhandholder]

Random Grell thingz I've accumulated in my head bcs I'm delusional but without context bcs I am going to write a legit novel abt this woman one day

Idc what anyone says, I am an avid believer of the fact that Grell has always been considered beautiful by her peers even in her human life

LIKE SHE'S THE MOST SOUGHT AFTER SUITOR OF HER SEASON, SHE WAS AN IT GIRL BEFORE THEY KNEW WHAT AN IT GIRL IS

She's so beautiful that the Victorians could've started kpop PC first bcs of her and trade them like actual kpoppers

Grell always knew about her being queer (minus actual label bcs Victorian era duh) but not about her gender

"Wait so you people don't fantasize about having boobs? Not at all? No?"

It was maybe 6 years into her reaper life when she finally got the memo that "hey girlie, you're actually a girl"

Her crisis went a bit like this: straight man -> gay man?? -> 'oh no I like girls too' bi man -> died LMAO -> 'I hate everyone and I hate my gender' questioning -> 'maybe I have no gender at all. I like girls though' (she was exclusive to girls only so I guess??lesbian?? Who cheered) -> transwoman questioning -> !! transwoman bi !!

Was in a 'lavender marriage' with a closeted lesbian for maybe 2 - 3 years before her suicide. Grell sort of fell in love with her but understandably never confessed. Fast forward to present time AND GRELL IS HITTING THE FLOOR, SCREAMING, CRYING

She had a lot of rage as a young reaper because she never really got over 'my parents suck' mindset that stood by her as she died

HATED WILLIAM. As much as I love the OVA, I will stand by my words that it would’ve been so much more interesting if Grell buried / was embarassed about her crush and acted like a dick towards him BECAUSE WHY, OF ALL THE MEN IN DISPATCH, DID IT HAVE TO BE WILLIAM T SPEARS

Mellowed out eventually and cool character development happened

Has more experience with and confidence in dating girls, she's very anxious (and perhaps frightful) about men reciprocating her advances

Being made "an experience" does that to you

Fun fact: she's the first and only woman William ever had a crush on. Good taste dude

She was projecting her ex wife A LOT onto Madam but it's ok bcs it was vice versa you see, Madam projected too BUT THEN THESE BITCHES TALKED IT OUT and everything is all ok and cool and OH GOD GRELL NOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭

Speaks German and French, is the go to translator for German Dispatch businesses until Ludger (and eventually Sascha joined in as a bonus and a translator) was forced to sharpen his English

Now for the E discourse.... someone made a typo one day and she went with it

Grell: You see, when you go to France, they make you get a name in French. That's why I can go by Grell Sutcliff or Grelle Sutcliffe

Ron, an idiot who has never been anywhere except his hometown: oh shit fr??

Eric's her first ACTUAL reaper friend which is sad ngl LMAOOO

Firm believer that the reapers have mentorships for gifted students that started in Ron's year and that Grell was her mentor READ MY RON FIC, IM OBSESSED WITH THEM

Mentoring Ron (aka a few years before Jack the Ripper) was the moment where she was the healthiest, mentally

Then she divorced Madam, had a falling out with William and oops she regressed el em ao. Don't tell any of her friends though, they'd start annoying her to get better

People older and the same age as her are wildly terrified of her. This is in contrast to (most) juniors who are so in love with the idea of her

Harbors a lot of guilt, grief, rage, anger, jealousy, insecurity, narcissism, etc. She's just a good actress

Her butler persona was her mocking three people at once: her father's (brunette) appearance, her mother's wish for Grell to be more obedient, and Grell's old self that let people walk all over her for the sake of maintaining her family name

Her family is rich rich though she can't remember for what. She doesn't really care eitherway so

Can be very insensitive!! It doesn't help that she's friends with people who'd give the same energy back (Eric and Othello) or people who just don't care enough (William)

She learned how to hold her tongue when she realized Ron was genuinely upset with her rude comments. Ironically, Ron learned how to have thicker skin because of said comments

Likes dogs, sorry Sebastian

Good at fencing! Not much else in other sports!!

She hates sports sm, they make her sweat and they are tedious and they're exhausting and THEY'RE BORING

The only ranged weapon she'd try out is a gun.

She's no wuss

Yeah that's all that I can think of lmao

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Hi........if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Thanks for the ask! Actually, I do plan to make some posts about my anime OTPs. As you can see how much I loved anime, most of the OTPs I loved are from anime series so here are some:

HAK x YONA (Akatsuki no Yona)

I really love the relationship between these two. They're childhood friends, Yona is a princess and Hak is one of the generals of their kingdom. Hak was already in love with Yona since they were young but decided not to confess to her because of their statuses. What I love the most about them is their antics. Hak is quite a bully and since he's already close to Yona since they were kids despite being the princess, he can pretty much tell her whatever he wanted to say, except for the fact that he loves her. Their relationship is already developing in the latest chapters of the manga but let's not talk about spoilers. (￣▽￣*)ゞ

MONKEY D. LUFFY x BOA HANCOCK (One Piece)

This is definitely not canon. But I really love their interactions and how Boa is head over heels for Luffy. Imagine these two having their own kids. Maybe they'll be able to use the emperor's haki at a very young age. LOL

If you're gonna ask me, I wanted an episode where Sanji will realize that Boa loves Luffy and will get jealous again just like how he reacted with Zoro and Hiyori. (Oh, and I do ship Zoro and Hiyori too)

HORI MASAYUKI x KASHIMA YUU (Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun)

GSNK is one of my favorite anime romcoms of all time. And my favorite couple is Hori and Kashima. They have this very funny senpai-kouhai relationship and they are both members of the same club. Hori really loves Kashima's face and finds her very handsome while Kashima thinks that Hori wants to be a princess and wanted to treat him as one. Unfortunately, there are very few moments in the anime so I had to read the manga.

NIFUJI HIROTAKA x MOMOSE NARUMI & KABAKURA TAROU x KOYANAGI HANAKO (Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashii)

Otaku couples! Who wouldn't love them? If ever I get into a relationship, I'd like for my partner to at least like anime so we can watch anime together. Hahaha. Okay, enough about me. Going back to these couples, they really are fun to watch. They would bicker and fight just like any normal couple would do but their relationship also showcases their love for anime and games. I won't even get tired of watching these couples all day.

AOI ASHITO x ICHIJOU HANA (Ao Ashi)

I don't usually ship any couples in sports anime because duh, the highlight should be the sports. Hahaha. Who am I kidding?? At least, that's it for me. But the story of these two high school students really gets to me. Hana became the very first fan of Ashito because he reminds her of her first love and favorite player. Hana is very supportive of Ashito and they were already on a first-name basis at the beginning of the story. Whenever Ashito is feeling lost, even if Hana doesn't understand anything about soccer, she always manages to find the right words to say to him. For me, the author did a great job of developing the relationship between these two in the story. This couple is not yet canon but I do believe they will be as I am also updated in the manga. Oops. Spoilers. XD

AKABOSHI BISCO x NEKOYANAGI MILO (Sabikui Bisco)

I do ship these two but I guess not too much in a romantic sense but in a platonic sense? I watched the anime and read until the 2nd volume of the light novel. And with that, I can really tell how much these two care for each other. They're partners and even promised to be together until their last breaths. The way they are both willing to sacrifice themselves for one another, their banters, their interactions. everything. Everything is just so precious! This is not canon but, oh well. I can really see that they love each other even if not in a romantic sense.

And that's about it! I still have other OTPs but these are some I remembered almost instantly. Sorry, you had to read a very long post, Elaine. As you may have noticed, my favorite couples are not really some of the most shipped by fandoms. Maybe, I just do have a weird taste. ( ◡‿◡ *)

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I like to think that in the aos 'verse, bones and uhura went on a few dates while they were at the academy. it was never super serious and they were never even strictly together, and they parted amicably and with fondness and friendship as both grew busier with classes, and then eventually nyota met spock and that was that. I like to believe this because it's absolutely delicious pretty much no matter what you ship and how you think things go later down the line:

possibility 1: jim and bones are the best man/maid of honor at the spuhura wedding. bones tells this story during his speech. this is the first either jim OR spock has heard about this and they lose their collective shit.

2: spock and uhura are encouraging jim in the epic aos mckirk mutual pining love story. nyota says something along the lines of "well when I dated him..." and this is still the first jim and spock have heard of this. they still lose their collective shit.

3: bones is debating asking spock out after the final spuhura breakup. "jim is it weird if we have an ex in common?" "I've never actually dated either of you, bones." "I asked if it was weird that we had an ex in common, not that we were already coparenting a toddler."

4: bones wasn't in a fantastic place when they dated the first time, which is part of why it stayed as casual as it did, but he still knew that nyota uhura would have been fucking worth going through it all again. but she was so focused on her studies and her career and he wasn't going to argue with that, and then she was dating spock and that was pretty much that. they were the power couple to end all power couples; the closest thing to soulmates bones had seen in real life. so he's definitely a little quietly in love with her, but he just wants her to be happy and he knows spock makes her happy when he's not being a moron, so he does his best to help in the aftermath of their breakups. he's... pretty sure spock just thinks he's mocking him, but he really, really isn't. of course, leonard's exceedingly well balanced reactions to nyota's dating life just kind of convince her that that ship is sailed, so even after the final spuhura breakup she won't make a move. PINING. it's delicious. (eventually there's probably some kind of screaming confession, because that's a staple of the genre, right?)

5: same basic set up as 4 except oops! bones accidentally falls in love with spock too. this is an ot3 universe :)

6: when bones makes the comment about how "it's not you it's me means it's definitely you" it's not just generic observation of earth culture. it's 100% the line uhura used on him too.

7: less angsty ot3 universe where spock and uhura go HARD on wooing bones using nyota's previous experience as their biggest advantage.

8: ot4 bones/kirk/spock/uhura universe; jim and spock still don't find out that nyota and bones had dated before the rest of them until some pair of them is getting married. they still lose their collective shit.

9: mcspirk ot3 universe. nyota just looks at the three of them after finding out they've started dating and is just like "you know, I've seen everyone in your polycule in their underwear." this is still the first time jim and spock have heard of bones and nyota dating. they still lose their collective shit.

10: nyota and christine chapel start dating, and nyota makes a joke about being 2 for 3 on the enterprise's senior medical staff. jim asks when she dated m'benga; nyota says "I didn't" and she and bones high five without looking

[sweetsubharry]

Can you rec some omega harry fics pls?

Yes I can!! ^-^ So because this is a particular favourite of mine I counted 68 fics in this list so as a warning it’s a long list!! 

In case no one makes it to the bottom I’ll say it here too! Please stay safe and read the tags!!💕💕

'Cause Your Embrace Keeps Me Warmer by scribblewrite

Mates and soulmates are two completely different things. Mates are two people, an alpha and omega, who bond together while knotted together when the alpha bites a bond point on the omega’s body. It ties the two of them together forever or until one of them breaks the bond. It's normally the step after marriage. One could only hope to meet their soulmate.

You Could Be My Ever After by scribblewrite

His heat was gone, finally gone, and he'd been able to sleep for longer than thirty minute intervals. Not only that, but he was in his alpha's arms. He felt warm, and safe, and protected, and he honest to god didn't want to move. Harry and Louis spend the next couple days together after they've bonded with Louis taking care of Harry and the two of them getting to know each other better. Louis and Harry meet for the first time and, being soulmates, Louis's rut and Harry's heat are triggered.

Fill My Heart With Sweetness by loopdelouis

Harry's a late bloomer, but since his luck is shit, it's no surprise that he'd be the last to get a heat, but the first to get pregnant. In high school.

Let's Embrace The Point Of No Return by sweaterpawstyles

Louis was a whole new scale of beautiful, he was richer than Harry could've ever imagined, and he was the most powerful, dominant alpha that Harry had ever come in contact with. The only problem now is that Louis is also Harry's boss.

Louis believed Harry was an alpha, and had no idea about how he had lied about his status just to get an interview with Louis. He was in too deep now and he couldn't look back.

Or

Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There's some complications.

Count The Wolves And We'll Sleep Tonight by scribblewrite

Louis's the Alpha of a powerful pack and Harry's his omega.

When Harry's taken by rogue alphas, Louis will do anything to bring him home safely.

turn the sky black into a sky blue by orphan_account

Harry forgets that noses exist. Louis is a badass motherfucker. They bang.

“I’ve been in love with you since I dropped my books in the hallway and you made fun of me when you picked up my John Green novel off the ground.”

Our Lips Are Made Of Candy by Waking_dreams

“Your knot, please, Louis,” he managed to whine. He needed it, that extra stretch and burn that made him Louis’.

“Fuck,” Louis moaned, and his thrusts became unsteady. “Can’t do it here, baby, Hazza, can’t—“

Or, Harry accidentally missed a few doses of his medicine that controls his heat and starts his heat in the middle of Biology. Oops

I Can't Hear You by kikikryslee

"I’m not supposed to be built this way!" Harry said. "I’m supposed to be shorter than you, and you’re supposed to be stronger than me and-“ “Harry!” Louis tried to interrupt. “And what if I’m not supposed to be an omega? What if my body screwed up somewhere or something? What if I’m not supposed to be your omega?” --- Or, the one where Harry is self-conscious about his body because it's not the 'typical omega body' and Louis shows him why he loves that.

You Know I'll Be by JustAnotherShadow503 

Louis Tomlinson, 27, is the personal photographer for well-known model Harry Styles, 21. Louis, an Alpha, has been in love with Harry for years, though the younger man has seemingly not presented yet.

Or, the one where Louis is in love with Harry, tries to be a martyr at his own expense, and is a hopeless romantic.

Or, the one where the author is shit at coming up with summaries and hopes you'll read the story anyways.

I'd Go Out of My Way To Make Sure That You're Okay by littlepinkbow 

This was for this prompt: "Harry's embarrassed about going into heat, but Louis decides it's up to him to teach Harry to be more open about what he wants."

As Small As Possible by Mickey_D

Harry is a rather shy omega who's quite convinced everyone (except his best friends) laughs at him behind his back and sometimes to his face.

Louis is a confident alpha who is taken with his best artist's friend.

Zero Means Nothing When I'm With You by StripedAndBowtied

Louis doesn't know what he's looking for until he finds it.

Harry just knows he may defy his gender norms, with his height and clumsiness, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want litters of pups running around while he does domestic things all day long.

In other words, boy meets boy and no one can stop pining.

Boys Fall Like Dominoes by orphan_account

Harry slips into an early heat while riding the tube. Naturally, that's when he meets Louis.

Looking In The Dark by orphan_account

Another self-indulgent a/b/o fic. This carries on from the same verse of Boys Fall Like Dominoes. As per always, you can find me on tumblr : domestic-harry

Enjoy! -Lis xx

Too Hot (Hot Damn) by louissass

“I’m what?”

“You’re in heat, baby,” He repeats, frowning when he catches the look on Harry’s face. “I thought you realised?”

Or, the one where Harry goes into heat in the middle of a concert but doesn't realise because of the heatwave.

i don't wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck by crybaby

Harry has been in love with Louis Tomlinson for four years, five months, and thirteen days.

Harry had fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson like how he’d seen in movies, and how he’d read in all the books he’d stolen from Gemma, headfirst and shameless.

The only problem was, that in films and books, love was always either returned instantly, or else it took time for unrequited love to lose the first two letters, and since the first option was obviously not true, Harry decided he would wait for the second to become reality. And so Harry waited, three years, eight months, and four days, before his heart had been broken by a gentle rejection and a misplaced blowjob, before Louis and Gemma had packed up and gone to Manchester for university.

(Harry is a hopelessly romantic omega and Louis is his sister's best friend)

Drape Me In Your Warmth by fookinglousers

TMH era fic where Harry is an omega whose heat comes a little earlier than expected and really, who is Louis to deny him his knot?

pick my petals off (make my heart explode) by orphan_account

It’s when he’s frantically looking into the medicine cabinet for something to take that it hits him. He stares at the bottles of pills in horror, realizing what’s going on with him.

He’s completely forgotten about his suppressants. And he’s been spending so much time with Louis, too—of course the alpha’s constant proximity is going to trigger it.

He breaks into a sweat, now recognizing the hot feeling twisting inside him.

He’s going into heat.

(harry unexpectedly goes into heat in the middle of finals, and louis, being the good boyfriend that he is, helps harry through it.)

harry, you little shit by juliusschmidt

Harry’s an omega and he’s learning to like it. A lot.

All These Lights by MediaWhore

“People vote for alphas because they’re strong and they’re not only beautiful but also mesmerizing. They make you want to give them all of your attention, make you want to beg for some of theirs back. They’re shiny, oozing sex appeal and a commanding presence, and people always want more and more. Omegas are enticing too for sure, but it’s not the same. It makes people uncomfortable. It doesn’t make them want to root for you.”

the canon fic where Harry is an omega and dreams come with a price.

Pretend It's Okay by TheIfInLife

Harry and Louis are busy with life. Busy watching Zayn and Niall's twin boys, busy hanging out with friends, busy with life. And they forget Harry's suppressants.

taste on my tongue (just can't get enough of you) by messyjessy08

“Babe?” Louis asks, running a hand through Harry’s hair, soothingly. “What is it?”

Harry shakes his head, teeth digging into his bottom lip, sharply. “My—it’s—”

Louis’ eyebrows furrow in confusion, “What, Harry?”

He pulls a hand up to his chest, pressing hard against one of his pecs, “My fucking—her crying’s making them—Lou.”

Louis gasps, understanding. He reaches a hand up, pushing Harry’s aside, and thumbs gently across Harry’s nipple, somehow already dark and swollen, without having touched them once. “Harry,” He says in a low voice, chest rumbling at the sharp gasp Harry makes.

“Lou, they’re fucking—’m leaking.”

(Harry and Louis just had a baby and it's been a while since they've had sex.)

you took your toll on me (you got a hold on me) by messyjessy08

“Well give us a twirl. Let’s look at you from every angle.”

Harry cocks an eyebrow, gaze heavy. “Alright.” Pulling back the tail of his shirt, he spins slowly, pausing when his back’s facing Louis.

“Harry.” Louis attempts to gather his wits, speechless. “Baby.”

“Thought you might like that part as well,” Harry says, a smirk in his voice.

Thick strips of lace drape delicately over his skin, just under the bottom of his spine, connecting with thin elastic straps that move across his arse, leaving little sections of bare skin showing. The straps connect to form a diamond pattern, creating an opening right over where his hole would be. The skin surrounding it is already shiny with slick. Louis’ breath gets trapped in his lungs.

(Harry and Louis have the weekend to themselves, they make the most of it.)

This Thing Upon Me (howls like a beast) by SadaVeniren

Harry and Louis weren’t meant to be together. They’d met when they were put together through their university’s AO MatchUp, a program that set up alphas and omegas based on the schedules of their ruts and heats so they had someone to help them through it. It was pure luck that they were put together.

Lunch Break by purpleeyestelllies

Harry decides to bring his alpha lunch at work and surprise him with a visit from him and their baby daughter. Louis gets more than one surprise.

drunk on rose water by brainwaves

It’s the first time in a few years that Harry has a strong desire to risk everything for something he loves.

The last time, it was being a fashion model. This time, it’s Louis.

with his educated eyes (and his head between my thighs) by orphan_account 

"We're...we're not the same," Harry says softly, looking at his hands. "I don't care," Louis replies back, fire and fury in his eyes.

or where Harry is just a little boy in a world full of arseholes, Louis is in way over his head, and destiny is a bunch of shit.

Everything I Do (I Do It For You) by LSFOREVER

"It's gonna be perfect," Harry whispers, taking Louis' face in both of his hands, nosing close but not yet kissing him. "Always is. You always make everything perfect."

"Good. Whenever your heat finally kicks in, I'll make sure to treat you perfectly too... I'm gonna bond you so hard."

or, Harry's heat is coming up and they've planned to finally bond, so Louis decides to plan a very eventful and loving week leading to said bonding.

resolutions and lovers in the kitchen by orphan_account

Their dinner’s probably going cold, but this feels monumental. So instead of sitting them down on the table and talking about it face to face over chicken and pasta, Harry just puts his hands over Louis’ where they’re settled on his lower stomach, not letting the moment slip past them. He takes a deep breath, carefully arranging his thoughts. “She looks really lovely, Louis. Positively glowing. Her bump’s so big, and…” he trails off, breath hitching slightly when Louis lifts his hand higher, settling it right over Harry’s stomach, and that’s—

“And what, baby?” Louis asks, voice now dropped to a whisper, and Harry has to take a moment to collect his thoughts.

“She, um. She knows about you, of course, and she asked me when we’re—when we’re having a baby of our own.”

(harry teaches little kids and louis writes sports articles. they're trying for a baby.)

Make It Work by fanshae

Prompt: Arranged marriage AU. Harry is an omega who has reached the age where he must be married due to his family's income status. Only the aristocratic omegas are exempt. His parents try to hide him but eventually the government gets word and in punishment, gives the omega to a spoiled aristocrat son of a lord, Louis. Louis is more than thrilled to have his own omega and once Harry goes into heat, he explores the boy with fascination and unintentionally impregnates him. This leads to a boy used to living carefree and drinking the day away with other nobles to having to face fatherhood.

This is only vaguely similar to the prompt so I'm sorry to OP in advance v.v

Stars Will Align For Us by 2tiedships2

"The serial monogamist is single," Niall said by way of introduction when he sat down across from Harry in the canteen.

Harry sipped his chocolate milk. "What are you going on about?"

"Your alpha dream boat," Niall said. "That tiny little footie player? I heard from Hannah that he's broken it off with his boyfriend so he’s single and ready to flamingle. Now's the time to make your move."

Harry sipped his chocolate milk harder to keep himself from replying.

Or the one where Harry is an omega at a loss of how to get past his pining and gain the attention of Louis...especially considering the alpha is always in a relationship.

Watch the Sun Coming Up by SadaVeniren

As Louis approaches his thirtieth birthday his pack is desperate for him to find a mate.

Harry has always expected one day he may settle down with a nice alpha and they would continue to live in his small hometown.

Together they somehow will make this work.

Dancing Shadows by SadaVeniren 

The house was quiet by the time Louis walked up to it. He’d been away for a week and while it wasn’t the longest he’d ever been away from the pack, it was the longest he’d been away from Harry and the kids.

i'll be hurt from the heat (running from the heat) by itiswhatitisbutterfly

It's engrained into him, nothing else matters, protecting Harry at all costs is what pumps his heart and floods his veins. It’s just, he didn't count on the one thing Harry would need protecting from would be himself.

(Harry and Louis are in love, and they are probably soul mates. They just can’t be bond mates because despite the undeniable pull, it's them against the world.)

A Howl in the Night by emeraldharry

They've been trained to become Alpha protectors of their city, tasked to battle gruesome beasts and put their lives at risk on a daily basis.

Louis is a skilled warrior and dedicates his life for the protection of others, along with his four adopted brothers and comrades; Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Harry.

Troubles emerge when Harry proves to be a little less like the older Alphas, finding it hard to become who he's supposed to be and failing to reach other people's expectations towards him as a soldier.

Somewhere along the way, Louis and Harry realize that there's more than brotherly love between them, and that the world they live in requires a whole lot of suffering and sacrifices.

The biggest challenge yet arrives when the choice finally comes down between two things: their love for each other, or their responsibilities to the world.

[alpha/beta/omega dynamics with a twist]

© 2019

Pretty Please (With Sugar On Top) by angelichl

Harry is a sugar baby omega who cons rich alphas for a living. Louis is a rich alpha with too much self-control.

Peppermint and Lavender (and Coffee) by 2tiedships2

“He was there again,” Louis announced by way of greeting. “Lottie was right and she can never know.”

"What the fuck are you talking about?” Niall asked as he snapped his laptop closed.

“The omega, Niall. He was there today. Just sitting in the corner looking pretty. Or at least his back is. He hasn’t turned around when I’m available to see. I know he’s beautiful though.”

"Okay?” Niall questioned. “What does that have to do with Lottie?”

Louis let out a huff. "She told me I shouldn’t work at a coffee shop. She was right.”

Or the one where Louis might have met the love of his life in a coffee shop. But that’s not how it’s supposed to happen.

Shadows Come With The Pain That You're Running From (Love Was Something You've Never Heard Enough) by hlftanna

“Thanks, Ni, I guess I needed to hear that,” Harry sighed and wrapped his own arms around Niall and squeezed him tightly not caring if Liam would be mad. He missed Niall so much.

“Does it really come as a surprise to you that I’m right? Shaking my head, Haz. You should know me better,” the brunette teased. Harry giggled again.

“You know Hazza, you really are so different to all the other alphas out there. You’re soft, caring, cuddly and sweet and those damn dimples. So freaking pretty, it’s almost annoying. I would hate you if you weren’t my best friend. You’d really be a brilliant omega. Nature really did a number here,” Niall mumbled. It was his turn to smash his nose into Harry’s neck and Harry was extremely thankful for that because he wasn’t sure he had his facial expression in check at all.

Or a Band AU in which Harry isn't allowed to be who he really is and the North American Tour might bring some unexpected truths into the web of lies and also a bit of heat that has very little to do with the summer in the US.

Home (It's You) by sunniskies

When Louis left his high-powered life in the city to settle down in the suburbs, he had hoped to one day fall in love and start a family. He certainly didn’t expect to meet the omega of his dreams within five minutes of moving in.

He also didn’t expect the love of his life to hate him so much.

Or, Louis and Harry are neighbors who can't seem to get along...until they fall in love.

sometimes green and sometimes blue by itsmiz

Harry's an omega, and Louis is an Alpha. They're best friends growing up together on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., but they've always been a bit more than friends.

little bitty rattle (and all our dreams are comin' true) by itsmiz

Louis and Harry are young mates in love. This is the story of them expanding their family, and all the love, hormones, and events that come with that.

cradles and crayons by itsmiz

Harry and Louis continue to expand their family.

Just Jump by jaerie

Finally, after years of suffering alone, the insurance plan at Harry's new job covered omega heat services. As a grown omega adult, it finally felt like the right time to try it out. And, since taking an entire week of heat leave would really put him behind at work, using a service to shorten it seemed like a responsible decision. At least that’s how he rationalized it. He was nervous about his decision but it was too late. The doorbell rang.

“Hi!” The alpha said again and Harry took the hand he offered and shook it firmly. “I’m Louis from Omega Services. It’s nice to meet you.”

Want It Flowing Through My Streams by screwstyles

Wimbledon ABO AU: Harry has just qualified for his first Grand Slam, and he’s prepared to make the most of it – that is, until his heat unexpectedly hits him only a few days before his first match. And it’s just his luck that Louis Tomlinson, the resident bad boy of British tennis, is the only person around to help him.

hard to confess by hereforlou

One, they only did it without a condom once (and a half) and not during his heat. Never during his heat. Two, he never once forgot to take his birth control (he’s almost sure). Three, his plan is to be married for a year before he even starts trying for a baby, and not only is he very, very single, him and Louis aren’t even sleeping together anymore. Which brings him to reason number four why this can’t be happening: Louis. Louis doesn’t want a baby with Harry.

(Or, the one where Harry knows he messed up and Louis knows nothing.)

Just a touch of your love by thegirlontheblackhoodie

“What if something happened to you? What would I say to Niall?”

“Nothing, he would have to wait to see my corpse on the news like everyone else.” Deadpanned Harry. Louis’ gasp was all the answer he got. Ok, so that might have been a bit too much. With a calmer voice, he said, “It’s really fine. I’ve walked to the tube countless times, I can handle myself. Just go home and tell Niall to stop mothering me.”

Louis was finally walking by his side and gave him a sideways glance before talking. “He doesn’t know, does he? Of your, uh, condition.” Harry tensed and his breath became erratic, but he didn’t say a word. Louis continued. “His nose probably hasn’t picked it up, and you’re lucky Liam’s also a beta, but it took me a minute to confirm it. Your scent is gettin’ so…” He seemed to struggle to find a word. He didn’t finish the sentence, but the emotion in his voice made Harry’s tummy churn.

--

Or, Harry is a touch starved omega trying to get through it on his own. Louis happens to be the only alpha around to realize it and offers to help.

Face Your Fears by SadaVeniren

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

I Just Want You to Stay by SadaVeniren

“Remember the vet job up in Edinburgh I interviewed for right before your rut?” Louis nodded. “She just called me back. I got the job. I start next year.” Harry let out a shriek as he said the word year and he clapped his hands in delight. “Isn’t that great! Full time vet job! New animals to meet! A new environment!” He settled his eyes back on Louis, who was still standing there in front of him with wide eyes. “Isn’t it great, Lou?”

That seemed to jolt Louis out of his thoughts and he nodded immediately, opening his arms up for Harry to dive into. “Holy shit, yes. Congratulations. Come here,” he wrapped his arms around Harry and cuddled him close, pressing his nose into Harry’s neck. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

aka Louis and Harry have been roommates for four years, comfortable in their routine and their relationship. But all of that is about to change.

kiss with a fist (is better than none) by orphan_account

Harry and Louis don't get on at all.

BUT they do, in fact, do an awful lot of getting off~

Harry startled visibly, shaking off his deer in the headlights look and huffing quietly. Louis took a final, lingering glance along his scant frame, except the puppy chub at his hips, and then kept washing his hands with a faint sneer. He expected words, biting and sarcastic, as usual. Instead, he was met with silence. Confused, Louis turned back to him as he dried his hands, ready with a scathing remark. It died on his tongue. Harry's eyes were locked, very deliberately, on his crotch. His crotch, which was still unzipped, and therefore dick on display. Oh fuck.

“My eyes are up here, Styles,” Louis growled, cheeks flushing despite himself as he reached to do up his fly.

“Leave it.” It rasped from Harry's throat, thick and shaky. Louis froze, fingers cupping himself.

“Excuse me?”

Sigh Softly by aalexandravictoriaa

It was an unconventional nest, to say the least. Quite inconvenient too, not that Louis would ever dare admit that. The fact that his omega was nesting could only mean that he was pregnant and Louis’ chest rumbled at the mere thought. Harry stirred from his perch, blinking his eyes open at the sound of his growling alpha. Louis shushed him immediately and tucked him back into the safety of his nest. Louis just so happened to make up the majority of said nest.

Do Not Falter (There's a Star Ahead) by LadyLondonderry

It's Christmas Eve, and every single one of Louis' family members are crowded inside his little flat. Really, what more could he ask for on his birthday?

The present he never knew he wanted - in the form of an omega from his past - might just make this his most memorable Christmas.

a body wishes to be held & held by turnyourankle

Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.”

the beast you made of me by orphan_account

The bell tinkled, and Harry froze as an overpowering scent, musky and thick, crisp and slightly sweet, yet utterly masculine, delightfully tickled his senses. Harry's eyes slowly slid up to see the source of this wonderful scent, and his breath was taken away at the sex god before him, all muscled and compact and utterly screaming of Alpha. Icy blue eyes stared him down, set off by sharp cheekbones, a stubbled jaw that looked yummy enough to nibble on, and caramel hair, which was lazily gelled, a few pieces falling over his forehead. His skin was tan, his hands strong and steady, his biceps still clearly visible even through his jacket. Every fiber of Harry's being stood at full alert.

The one where Harry's a vanilla-sweet Omega and Louis walks into his bakery one day.

How Much My Heart Depends by lululawrence

Louis is an alpha working as a fraud analyst who keeps having Bad Days. Harry is an omega working in Quality Support who shares a cubicle wall with Louis and only wants to help. Maybe this is the perfect chance for them to finally meet face to face.

A Tentative Peace by colourexplosion

“I dunno.” Harry’s not whining, he’s not. He pulls himself free, finally, turns away and busies himself again with the dishes. “I didn’t want it to be weird.”

“It’s not weird,” Louis says, appearing in Harry’s periphery when he leans against the sink. “Biology, innit? You know I’m always here for you.”

It stings. Louis won’t sit and have a conversation with Harry, but sure, he’ll fuck him through a heat like it’s nothing. “It’s a little more than biology,” he mumbles, but Louis either doesn’t hear him (not likely) or flat out ignores him (very likely).

(Or, A/B/O featuring omega!harry and alpha!louis.)

Seeing Blind by zedi

Louis finally turns his head in Liam’s direction, knows his face is showing the longing he’s been aching with ever since it took root in his chest. “What the fuck do I do, Liam? He wouldn’t want me like that, but I want-” his voice cracks, and he turns his face back downwards. “What do you do when you’re not perfect for the person who’s perfect for you?”

OR the one where Harry’s an independent omega who likes to have his fun and Louis is the blind alpha that changes Harry’s priorities.

wanna taste your heart, don't interfere by orphan_account

Harry still remembers how unsure he felt when he first told Louis, how self-conscious he was. Louis had been nothing but understanding and kind, though, reassuring him that nothing’s going to change between them, that they’re still best friends regardless of sex. Harry had been mostly relieved at that, because he really doesn’t want to lose Louis as a friend over this, but another part of him had been a bit sad because… well, because nothing changed between them. Or rather, there is change, but it’s completely one-sided as far as Harry can tell.

This change being him not getting enough of the way Louis smells. He just can’t help it, is the thing, unable to stop himself from trying to subtly press his nose against the fabric of Louis’ shirt by his shoulders. He still smells like faint cologne and sweat, which is enough to make Harry start feeling slightly dizzy.

(harry presents as an omega, louis is his alpha best friend, and there are hidden feelings that just get harder to control.)

A Distant Hazy Light by green_feelings

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

London Calls Me a Stranger by Thatscoolbutwhataboutlarry

"Hello, my beautiful, conceited coquette."

"Hi, daddy."

Or the one where Harry is a tease, and Louis is his new neighbour.

Between the Shadow and the Soul by orphan_account

“It’s just easier to stay in Donny and train, Haz,” Louis says quietly. “Two transatlantic flights in less than a week right before a big match is a terrible idea. We should have known that before, but...”

Harry nods. It’s reasonable. It’s totally, completely reasonable and Harry can support that. Another five or six days of not being able to hold Louis’ hand and kiss him sweetly is killing Harry, but he can handle it. “Okay, so that’s, what, the 20th that you’ll be coming over here?”

Louis hesitates, and Harry has to bite back a frustrated growl. “I’ve got writing sessions and time in the studio scheduled as of yesterday, plus I’m supposed to get papped clubbing in London again and just… it’s shit but there’s no time to make the trip until early May, at the least.”

Or, Harry and Louis spend a month apart.

Wonderland by jacaranda_bloom

Louis has always loved lazy mornings in bed with his mate, but now that his Omega is carrying their pup, they’ve reached a whole new level of wonderment.

OR the one where Louis loves to worship his Omega’s body and Harry loves to let him.

All I Needed by FallingLikeThis

Harry is the omega captain of the Slytherin quidditch team with a team that won't listen to him. Louis is the alpha captain of the Gryffindor team who doesn't know how to offer help without seeming like a knothead, pushing his opinions on Harry. When he comes up with a rather questionable plan to try and get Harry to ask him for help, they may just both get what they need.

Come In and Change My Life by lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes)

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped. He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

Put It Into Words by orphan_account

“It’s a good storm though, our families,” Louis says, flopping down on to the bed and cuddling close to Harry. He tucks his arm around Harry’s waist, kissing his temple. “The Cheshire house is perfect to raise the baby; your mum’s close, and my mum can stay in the guest bedroom when she visits.”

“And until then we have the long weekend to ourselves.”

Or, Harry and Louis go on a babymoon.

No Love Like Your Love by Rearviewdreamer 

When it comes to saving the world from itself and convincing rich CEOs of environmentally harmful companies to go green, there's nobody better than Harry Styles. That is, until Louis Tomlinson, his ex and former Alpha, is involved.

We Are Inevitable by mmargarita

“What’s the second flaw?”

“The second inevitable flaw in your plan is:” Louis stood straight and walked towards Harry, grabbing his chin. Harry’s breath hitched. “Us.” Louis smiled. “We’re inevitable, baby. We’re soulmates, and we both know it. You just need to come back to me.” . . . 30/07/2020: This work has been edited and corrected, and now has 7k words more.

Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10

“Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

****

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

to wrap me in paper by juliusschmidt

Louis hasn't been keeping track of his ruts, but, it turns out, Harry has.

If you’ve made it to the end then congrats! and please stay safe and read the tags!!💕💕

[gregorygerwitz]

Fitzward 2

When I started shipping them

I stared shipping them between s2 and s3. and it started as an "oh, what if they hooked up?" joke ship and I'm me so it stopped being a joke after like a week and now I'm here, 6 years later, still shipping it and missing them

My thoughts

too many to list honestly. but I think about the fact that, especially after the Framework arc, Leo and Grant mirror each other and act as narrative foils to each other... every single day.

What makes me happy about them

^^^ the foils thing, honestly. I was an English major and now this trope/dynamic gets me every time.

What makes me sad about them

everything else. the s1 finale. all of s2. the s3 mid-season finale. the Framework stuff. the fact that Leo always thought that Grant could be saved from himself and almost definitely still thought that up until the day Grant died.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me

I know that canon did the twist in s1, I know!!! but if we could stop giving Grant ulterior motives and playing off every single thing he does in canon and in fic as "fake" because he was manipulated and abused for 15 years that would be great

Things I look for in fanfic

honestly? acknowledging the parallels. I haven't read aos fic in a while, but when I was actively reading it, there weren't a lot of fic that acknowledged how similar their abusers were and how they affected them and how they could have healed from that trauma (however slowly) together this specifically means Garrett and Alistair but there's the option to include Coulson here too lmao

My wishlist

quite honestly, for Marvel canon to never touch them again. not even in a "don't write them interacting again you fucked up too much" just. don't touch them. either of them. I know people are pushing for an aos reboot or revival, and I don't fucking want it. everyone got a happy ending except for like... all of my faves oop and I genuinely don't trust anyone in Marvel's canon to write any of these characters ever again.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other

hello I am a multi-shipper that list is basically "everyone" with few exceptions

My happily ever after for them

they should have brought the other version of Grant out of the Framework like they did with Ophelia and let both of them heal and recover and grow from there and given us a Leo/Jemma/Ophelia/Grant polycule but they're cowards

[ send me a fandom/ship/character ]

[daisylincs]

Soulmates aren't found, they're made - and when you succeed in making yourself a soulmate, romantic or platonic, you know it by a gift (a power, really) that you will both receive.

Soulmate powers are unique in that they will always have some special significance to the bond forged - a reflection of the soulmates' relationship, people say.

Jemma has three soulmates by the time she's twenty-eight years old - Fitz, of course, her first soulmate and the only one who might be a romantic. Sort of. Possibly. But that's a whole other can of worms - to cut a long story short, she shares a (real) psychic link with him.

The next soulmate she finds is Daisy - well, Skye still, then - and they can both fly when they’re within five-odd kilometres of each other. Her third soulmate is Bobbi, and what they share is enhanced senses whenever they’re close to each other. 

Lincoln is a year older than her, and he only has two - one is (was) from his best friend from Afterlife; and the power they used to share was invisibility. His second soulmate is Daisy, and to both of their surprise and delight, they share teleportation. 

(Yes, they used it to meet up several times while he was on the run. Yes, one or two of those times might have been while he was “accidentally” shirtless. No, he wouldn’t be answering any more questions.) 

Case in point, neither Jemma nor Lincoln expected to find another soulmate anytime soon - most people only ever get two or three, after all. It’s a more than decent number. 

But the universe, the way it so often does with things like this, surprises them. 

Lincoln fully settles at SHIELD for the first time only after the castle - it’s the first time he actually ventures into the lab, encouraged by some heavy prompting from Daisy. 

Jemma, as she is wont to do these days after Will’s death, is working in a corner by herself, running some Inhuman DNA samples and muttering to herself about the impossibility of what she’s seeing. 

Lincoln overhears part of this as he is making his way to the medical wing, and he stops for a moment to explain how Jemma is simply looking at the problem from the wrong angle. 

He doesn’t think he’s done anything particularly life-changing, but he hears the scrape of a chair behind him as soon as he turns away. Jemma catches his arm and asks him to expand further, and before he’s quite realised what’s happening, he’s in the chair next to hers, talking her through all the intricacies of Inhuman biology.

Jemma, for her part, is stunned, and absolutely fascinated - Lincoln’s just managed to show her a whole new angle of looking at things that makes this impossible sequence of genomic problems make sense. And since she’s always adored figuring out exactly how things work, she needs to know more, immediately.

Naturally, being Jemma Simmons, she is a wickedly quick study, picking things up lightning-fast and then asking the most intelligent follow-up questions imaginable. Soon, they are in new territory even for Lincoln. 

And they are both absolutely fascinated by what they’re learning, and managing to theorise - so much so that the entire day slips by without either of them even really noticing. It’s only when Daisy comes in search of Lincoln that they realise, oops, it’s past dinnertime. 

Agreeing to meet again at the same time, same place the next day, Jemma and Lincoln go their separate ways; he to his bunk opposite Daisy’s, and she to hers adjoining Fitz’s.

And as she gets there, she can’t help but marvel: this is the first time since Fitz and Coulson walked out of that pod without Will that she hasn’t thought about... him, or Maveth, or any of it. It all just melted away, somehow, as she chased the thrill of discovery. 

She hesitates outside her bunk door, thinking that maybe - impossible as it sounds to say - this is exactly what she needed after all. Something to focus her energy and significant brainpower on that isn’t a Monolith or a lost love, and someone intelligent to talk to through the process. 

It’s a very nice feeling, she thinks, smiling to herself as she closes her bunk door. 

Lincoln, for his part, is also silently amazed as he heads to bed - this is the first time ever he hasn’t doubted every step he makes in the SHIELD base. He just... well, to be completely honest, he forgot he was even with SHIELD. He just focused on the biology, and the thrill of their shared fascination. 

He didn’t think about John, or past mistakes, or futures of leaving so much as once - it was just the two of them, relative strangers, bonded by their shared curiosity and interest. 

Talking and theorising with her had felt a lot like something he wanted to do again, as often as possible, and a little bit like belonging. 

So the next day, they’re both in the lab early, and smile at the sight of each other - then they jump right in where they left off the previous day. 

And it is just as good - if not, in fact, better. They are starting to get to know each other’s thought patterns now, and play off each other’s ideas and points, and it brings them both tremendous satisfaction as they unravel more and more of the mysteries of Inhuman biology. 

They meet every day except for weekends (and... even some weekends, much to Daisy’s horror and Fitz’s amusement.) In fact, the answers to the questions “where’s Jemma?” or “where’s Lincoln?” become common knowledge throughout the base as “geeking out in the lab.” 

It is just so amazing for them both, and so... freeing, really. It’s a distraction from other things, yes, but it’s a distraction they both find hugely interesting, and one that lets them both breathe and find their feet a little after everything they’ve gone through.

So when it happens one rainy Saturday morning, it really shouldn’t have surprised either of them as much as it did. 

It happens in the middle of one of their now-classic debates, pacing up and down the lab and gesticulating their way through their newest theorem - Lincoln accidentally knocks over a precariously balanced stack of tools. The whole thing comes crashing down around his head, and he collapses to the floor, momentarily buried in everything from soldering wire to DWARF-calibration tongs.

Jemma rushes over at once, of course, and quickly establishes that he’s completely fine, except for a rather nasty cut above his eyebrow.

However, as she leans over to touch it, the cut fades away completely. 

Jemma blinks, not believing her eyes for a moment, and then she carefully touches his skin again, hovering over the last tiny corner of unhealed scratch.

And sure enough, it disappears beneath her fingers.

“Lincoln,” she breathes, forgetting for a moment that he’s still buried in a pile of engineering junk and beaming down at him. 

He grins back, looking equally floored - but definitely pleased, she thinks. Definitely. 

To doubly confirm their brand-new theory, he leans forward to touch an old bruise on her ankle. And, yes, it disappears instantly.

So it’s true, then - they’re soulmates. 

And the power they share is healing. 

Jemma looks at him, really looks at him - notices how comfortable he is in SHIELD nowadays, notices how he seems more comfortable in his own body, too, and notices how much more he’s smiling.

For her own part, she notices how she finally feels like herself again, waking up each morning with her joy for life and science restored. 

Healing, she thinks, and she can tell by the small, sincere smile playing on Lincoln’s lips that he’s thinking something along the same lines.

She smiles, too, warm and fond. How fitting. 

(Platonic Bioshock Soulmate AU headcanons for the @agentsofchallenges​​​ AoS March Madness challenge! <3)

[aomine-ryo]

♥ Aokise

Aomine Daiki x Kise Ryota

Request; Fluff/crack/lemon

Gom have a movie night (or any kind of get together)and Aokise (especially Ao) do a lot of PDA.....

Hehe..pls consider this too whenever possible.. U Hv been posting regularly n u Hv amazing skill and art.. I know and seriously appreciate ur hard work and creativity.... So whenever possible pls write this idea too.... Can be sfw or nsfw.. Ur choice.. Juicyyy

(Umm.. U know I kinda have a fantasy where gom + kagami visit aomine's place and are greeted by a Aomine in boxers or pyjamas and kise comes from behind clad in only aomine's large shirt with hickeys all along his collar bone to neck ( cuz they met after a week and were making up for lost time if u know what I mean !!!)

Ah.. So as u like it.. Cuddly aokise.... Making out aokise.... etc >_<

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Thanku author~san♥

@aomine-ryo

I loved writing this so much ahsjdj thank you for this ask!! I hope you enjoy it!! xx

Scenario: Aomine and Kise at a movie night with the GOM (aokise)

It had been a while since all the Generation of Miracles and Kagami had hung out together, so Kise decided to host a movie night at his place, which may not have been the best suggestion because half of them couldn’t sit still for more than ten minutes, but it was happening nonetheless. Aomine definitely wasn’t one to be early to any get together, but him and Kise had planned for him to get there a few hours beforehand so that they could spend some time alone together, since they hadn’t been able to hang out in a while.

As promised, Aomine made it there first, ringing the doorbell and standing at the front door impatiently. The moment the door opened and revealed his effortlessly gorgeous boyfriend, Aomine’s face lit up in excitement.

“Aominecchi! Come in—“

Kise was immediately cut off by Aomine pouncing onto him and pushing his lips against his. Kise would be lying if he said that he wasn’t expecting Aomine to be all over him, considering that they hadn’t been able to see each other in a while. However, the blonde was hoping to have him come in and chat for a while before things got heated. In hindsight, that was a stupid assumption since it was Aomine he was dealing with after all.

Before he knew it, Aomine had carried him into his bedroom and tossed him onto the mattress, nothing but hunger and desperation in his dark blue eyes. “You know, a ‘hello’ would’ve been nice,” Kise said breathlessly as Aomine climbed on top of him.

“Hello,” Aomine mumbled with a grin as his face inched closer to Kise once again.

“Well, there’s no point saying it now,” Kise giggled, looking up and into his boyfriend’s eyes with adoration as a hand softly caressed his cheek.

“Is it just me or did you get hotter?” Aomine asked, squinting at his boyfriend to figure out why he found him more attractive than usual.

“Probably just that idiot brain of yours,” Kise grinned, causing Aomine to narrow his eyes at him.

“Shut up,” Aomine sighed, smiling like an absolute dork at this point because he was just so glad to be with Kise again.

“Make me,” Kise challenged with a devious look in his amber eyes that make Aomine go wild.

In an instant, Aomine’s lips were reconnected with Kise’s, except the kiss was filled with much more force than earlier. As their tongues found their way into each other’s mouths, clothes were quickly discarded and things quickly escalated. Aomine’s lips moved lower and lower, and the room was soon filled with gasps and groans as the two of them melted into each other’s touch.

Losing themselves in rounds and rounds of making up for missed time, the movie night with their friends managed to slip their minds. So when the doorbell rang as they were catching their breaths from their third round, both of their minds were filled with confusion because they were practically on their last braincells at this point. “Aominecchi, go get the door,” Kise groaned, looking over his boyfriend, whose tan skin was glistening with sweat.

“Huh? Why me? It’s your house,” Aomine scoffed, not wanting to move.

Equally as determined to not move, Kise’s mind worked quickly to ensure that it wasn’t him going to answer the door. His pink swollen lips leaned in close to Aomine’s ear with a a soft smirk, “Yeah but I can’t move too much because someone destroyed my insides.”

Cheeks flushing red as his ego was inflated, the navy haired boy sighed as he pulled the sheets off and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “God you’re so annoying,” Aomine rolled his eyes as he looked around for the boxers he tossed away. Finally spotting it by the door to the bedroom (how did it even get there?), the taller boy dragged himself over and pulled them on, glaring at his boyfriend who just sat on the bed batting his lashes and looking pretty.

“Thank you Aominecchi,” he sang as Aomine began to head out, making sure to raise a middle finger at him out of spite. “I love you too!” Kise called out sarcastically.

Aomine finally opened the front door in nothing but his boxers, and was stupidly surprised to find his friends there. “Eh? What are you idiots doing here?” He mumbled, running his fingers through his messy hair as he leaned against the door.

“We’re meant to be having a movie night dumbass,” Midorima said, beginning to wonder if it was too late to go back home.

“Oh yeah that. Uh, come in I guess,” Aomine shrugged, opening the door wider to let them in.

“Where the fuck are your pants??” Kagami yelled, eyes being drawn to the boxers with the evident bulge.

“Oi, eyes up here Bakagami. I have a boyfriend,” Aomine snapped, only making Kagami more agitated.

“That’s not what—“

“Aomine-kun can you please put some pants on,” Kuroko intervened before Kagami could absolutely lose it.

“Yeah, there in Kise’s room somewhere, I’ll go get them eventually,” Aomine said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Kise-chin! Where’d you keep the snacks?” Murasakibara yelled, seemingly unfazed by Aomine’s appearance as he began to raid Kise’s fridge.

Just as he said that, Kise emerged from his room, also shirtless, though he was wearing a pair of sweatpants. “Oh it’s you guys,” Kise said as he tied the strings on the waistband. “There are chips in the top right cabinet Murasakibaracchi!” Kise called out.

While Murasakibara scrambled around the kitchen, everyone just stared at Kise in awe. There were red marks all over his torso and Aomine just stood there with his arms on his hips and a proud smirk like an artist admiring his artwork.

“Kise, your chest— you know what, I won’t even bother to ask,” Midorima sighed as he plopped down on the couch in frustration.

“Oh, oops sorry about that,” Kise said, looking down at his skin and back up at Aomine with a smile.

“Okay, why don’t the two of you go put some clothes on, and Tetsuya and I will get things set up. Alright?” Akashi suggested, wanting to move on from this mess of a greeting.

To his relief, Aomine and Kise did as they were told and no more back and forths were exchanged. After about ten minutes, everyone was finally fully clothed and sitting on the couch, ready to get the movie started.

Of course, Aomine and Kise’s disruptions didn’t end there. Since they didn’t get their opportunity to cuddle after they had finished, they decided to do so during the movie. They kept muttering things to each other and sneaking in kisses here and there, much to Kagami’s, who was forced to sit next to them, dismay.

At some point, they were fully making out as the movie played and Kagami finally reached his limit. “Oh my god can you please not make out right next to me?” Kagami yelled, causing everyone to turn their heads to Kise and Aomine who finally pulled away from each other.

“Yeah actually, those sounds are kinda disgusting, Mine-chin and Kise-chin,” Murasakibara added, though he didn’t seem as bothered by it.

Akashi shared an exhausted look with Kuroko as they just watched things unfold.

“Geez, Kagami stop watching us, you perv,” Aomine replied, with a smug grin.

“Are you jealous, Kagamicchi? I can give you a kiss too, come here,” Kise joked, leaning towards Kagami who just shoved him away immediately, sending both Aomine and Kise into fits of giggles.

“Can you guys just shut up and watch the damn movie?” Midorima snapped.

“Alright alright we’ll stop,” Aomine sighed, all of them finally simmering down after that. Well, for a few minutes at least.

[ussjellyfish]

fic: Work-Life Balance pt 6 | AoS | Philinda | mature

Interdisciplinary Seminar 304 - working in teams                         

Summary: Melinda and Phil have time to talk, then they tell Mack and Yoyo about the baby.

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"What did you get at the library?" She checks the titles of his small pile of books as she clears the table. Melinda smiles a little and sets the historical ones aside. Phil's always been into the quiet corners of SHIELD history. The more cobwebs the more he enjoys it. It's the last book, small, unassuming, with a simple green cover, that makes her pause. 

"This one?" 

Phil leaves the counter to meet her in the dining room. He dries his hands and throws the dish towel on his shoulder. "Oh yeah, well, I don't know much about our new project."

She sets the pregnancy book down on the shelf and smiles. "Project?" 

"Do you have another name?"

Melinda sighs, looking at her hands before looking back at him. "Baobao." 

His rush of affection washes over her like the smell of her father's cooking, with all the same warmth. 

"That's adorable."

"Shut up."

"Hey, the best I could come up with was next year's research project." He touches her arm and that brings with it all his love and gratitude. "I still can't believe it."

Melinda slips into his arms, wrapping hers around his back. "I took a pregnancy test every day for a week because the line was so faint at first."

"Did that help?"

"I dropped the first dark one in the toilet and had to fish it out." 

Phil laughs, lifting her hands and kissing them. "Oh dear."

"I was so afraid it would wash out, somehow."

"I don't think that's how they work."

"It's not how they work." She leans in, resting her head on his chest, listening to his steady, sure, heartbeat. "I was so nervous."

"You haven't been clumsy since the first year at the Academy." 

"I know."

He beams, too happy for words, and she has to blink because she's too close to crying again. "That's pretty cute."

"Cute?"

"Melinda, you never think things are going to work out."

"They don't!" She lifts her head, glaring at him. "Things do not work out for us. We kiss and it's not me, we go on vacation together and you die." 

"Sorry."

"You came back." She kisses him to ease that stab of regret. "I'll get over it in a few years."

Phil holds her face, studying her eyes like she's priceless. "Take your time."

"You certainly did." She grabs the dish towel from his shoulder and playfully snaps it towards his arm. 

Laughing, he holds up his hands in surrender. "I know."

"You're worse than Turtle Man."

Phil kisses her cheek, taking the dish towel back and escaping to the kitchen. "We need to tell them."

"Mack and Yoyo?"

"And Daisy." 

Melinda sets plates on the table, then glasses and takes a breath. Telling Phil was hard enough and didn't make it any more real, or easier to talk about. Baobao has just been hers for more than a month, and forming the words is still alien. 

"They're going to be thrilled," he says over the sounds of him moving things in the kitchen. He hasn't said what he's making, but it seems complicated. 

"How do we...?" she trails off and heads to the kitchen. "What do we say?" 

"Surprise!"

She steals another towel off the stove to toss at him. "Sure." 

"When are you due?"

"Like a library book?"

"That's the word!" He half hides behind the fridge. "Babies are like books." 

"You love books."

Phil hands her onions, an eggplant, some container of something, and spinach from the fridge. "I love this." 

"Ricotta?"

"Baobao."

She wasn't ready for him to use the nickname, or for him to look at her like that, and it's really unfair that she can tear up in a heartbeat. 

"Hey, these onions aren't even sliced yet," he says, all softness as he brushes her tears away. "It's okay."

"Phil--"

"Can you chop them? Thin slices, even." 

He hands her a knife and moves to fret over the noodles boiling on the stove. "It's lasagna."

"I guessed."

"The eggplant needs to be thin too, so it'll cook evenly, and you need to pull the stems out of the spinach."

"I need too?"

"You're a great sous chef."

"Is that the chef who chops things?"

"You know you're deadly with a knife." 

"Onions are already dead." 

"Not these ones, they're Hydra, or LMDs or something."

"Very funny."

He holds her hips for a moment, then kisses her cheek, resting his head on her shoulder. "I keep remembering doing this in Tahiti."

"It was too hot to cook in Tahiti!" Melinda pats his face. "But you wanted to cook as much as possible before you--"

His hand brushes across her stomach, and her thoughts of death fade. He's here, he's alive, and they have this life to think about. 

"That was nice. This is better." 

"Because of the-"

"This isn't expiring," he interrupts. 

Turning in his arms, Melinda reaches for his shoulders. "One of us will die eventually."

"Dark."

"Realistic."

"Give us forty to fifty years and we can talk about it." Phil kisses her cheek, then turns her chin to kiss her properly. "You didn't say when you were due." 

"October." 

He rests his forehead on hers, and his eyes shine this time. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"I love Halloween, we can dress up little Baobao."

She sets the knife down rather than risk cutting herself with her eyes so clouded. Melinda could blame the onions, but both of them know better. "I didn't think you'd be here," she says, finally when he's stopped fussing with the noodles to look at her. 

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's- I'm okay. I would have been okay, just, this is better."

He kisses her cheek, then hugs her, careful to keep his hands off her shirt. "Hey, you're always okay, you're amazing like that." 

Swaying with him in the kitchen, trying not to get parts of lasagna everywhere is hardly amazing, yet it's everything. He's here, flesh and blood, with his bad jokes, the incredible way he smells, and the way he holds her.

Phil couldn't hold her enough in Tahiti. He's going to be the same way with the baby, when they get here and she kisses him, hard. Kissing's easier than talking, warmer, more immediate because she doesn't know how to keep talking about how much it means that he's here. 

He breaks the kiss, still trying to keep his hands out of her hair. "We're not going to get dinner made this way."

Resting her hands on his chest, she traces his shirt collar, trying not to think about how firm his chest is against hers. "How much time does dinner need?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"Can you make it ten?"

"Do you want your lasagna uneven?"

Melinda reaches up and undoes the top button of his shirt. "I'm not that hungry." She reaches for the second button and he shivers. 

"You're going to be hungry."

"There's pizza in the freezer." 

"May-"

"I'm sure I have MREs somewhere." 

Phil laughs, then kisses her hard enough to make her gasp, pressing her back against the counter. "Ten minutes. Use your patience. Chop faster." 

She throws the top of the onion in his direction, and the eggplant stem for good measure. He tosses the stem back, almost knocking over her water. When Melinda reaches for it toss it back, she knocks the glass, spilling water all over her shirt. 

"Oops," she says, as innocently as she can. Phil's eyes watch her like lasers as she unbuttons her blouse and hangs it on the back of a chair. Her camisole is wet too so she eases that up over her head. Her breasts hang swollen, heavy, and thanks to hormones, her simple white bra is almost too small. 

Leaning over the cutting board, she finishes with the vegetables he wanted and walks over to him by the stove. Phil stares, open mouthed, and takes them without a word. 

"How long now?" she asks, looking over his work, brushing her breasts against his arm. "Still ten minutes?"

He's never assembled a lasagna that fast in his life, and he'll complain it's imperfect in an hour when they're eating, but it'll taste wonderful and there are slightly more important things that they could be doing with this time. 

Washing his hands, he drops a towel onto the floor for the water she spilled. "So, hormones make you clumsy, huh?"

"So clumsy." Melinda shakes her head. "Don't know what happened to me." 

Phil has his shirt off a moment after the lasagna's tucked into the oven, then they kiss, like newlyweds on the way to the bedroom. He stops, pressing her against the wall near the bookcase, teasing. "We should stay where I can hear the timer." 

"Here?"

He glances around. "We're not near the windows." 

Stripping off his jeans and her trousers is so quick it's barely foreplay. He presses her against the wall, kissing her breasts as he undoes her bra. It falls to the floor and he palms her breasts. They're so sensitive that he barely has to touch them and she moans. 

Phil turns her to face the wall, bracing her hands on the smooth paint as he parts her legs, stroking up her inner thigh. His warm fingers open her up while he moves her hair and kisses the back of her neck. It feels naughty, having sex in the dining room, while the sun is still tracing along the floor. His fingers slip into her first, teasing, followed by the sweet girth of him a moment later. Pressing back into him, she deepens the angle, guides him in, but his hands on on both of her breasts and his mouth's on her back.

He murmurs about how good she feels and she doesn't have words to reply. She needed this, more than food, more than teasing, this makes it easy. 

She orgasms so quickly that she's laughing against the wall a moment later, he pauses, ready to pull out and wait. Of course he is. 

"Don't," she insists, keeping him inside as her body tenses around him. "Keep going."

He thrusts again, gently, almost too much so and she lets her control slip so he can feel her affection, her surrender, her need, and maybe it's the last that gets him. She wants in ways she didn't- couldn't- before. Maybe it's just hormones but hormones are a gift she's going to enjoy every minute of. She's still panting when he orgasms, dragging his teeth along her shoulder. She wriggles around while he slumps against her, pinning her against the wall. 

"Wow," he says, catching his breath. 

"Told you I wasn't hungry."

"Except, now you are."

Can he feel that? Did she share? Is he just teasing because he knows her? Melinda kisses him once more. "Good thing you made dinner first."

"Told you."

She shoves off the wall and collects their clothes, sated for the moment. They end up eating dinner in pajamas, by candlelight. The soft glow hides the imperfections of his entirely delicious dinner, and she's on her second piece when he reminds them both that they need to share this with their family. 

"Maybe not all of it."

"Yoyo likes a few little details."

"You didn't."

"Maybe."

"After Tahiti?"

Melinda licks sauce from her fork. "It's possible."

He shakes his head. "I need wine."

"All yours, honey." 

Phil leaves his seat, returning with a glass of wine. "There's a kaiseki restaurant Randolph was telling me about that could work. Mack and Yoyo love interesting food."

"Randolph is just as much of a foodie as you."

"He's been on earth thousands of years, he enjoys it."

"He usually has good taste in restaurants," she concedes, holding out her plate for more. 

"Really?"

"Had a good workout today, hard up against the wall."

Phil smirks over his wine. "That you did."

"Okay, fancy restaurant for Mack and Yoyo, done," she pauses, taking another bite. She'd eat less of it if it wasn't so damn good.

While she's chewing, he takes over the thought.  "How do we tell Daisy, and FitzSimmons?"

"FitzSimmons don't travel much now, we'll have to just call." 

Phil nods, brushing his mouth with his napkin. His lips are still bright from earlier and part of her can't wait to devour them again. "And Daisy?"

"Her deep space deployments are long sometimes, several weeks. I'd really like to tell her in person, if we can, but we can call if we have too. We have this communicator tings that reach that far."

"But you'd rather see her."

Melinda sets down her fork, staring at her plate. "That's sentimental, isn't it?"

"Not at all, it's big news."

"I thought I'd only have to tell her if it worked, and it wasn't going to work-"

"Of course not," Phil interrupts, rolling his eyes. 

"And then I thought I'd just tell her the next time she was back on Earth, but I don't know when that's going to be and I don't want her to think we--"

Phil reaches across the table, squeezing her hand. "She'd never think that."

"Okay."

"Maybe Mack will have a better idea of when she'll be back."

She nods, but her thoughts are already drifting. How is Daisy and her team? Are they coalescing into a little family like her old team? Is she happy out there? 

"Do you remember our long deployments?"

"Being out on mission for weeks, months at a time?" Phil leans back in his chair, sipping his wine. "Oh yeah."

"It was fun then. Now-" she pauses, chuckling. "Going to conferences and leaving my comfortable bed sounds exhausting."

"It's a nice bed." 

"It's better with you. Even if we don't make it all of the time." She gives him a look, trying to make him blush and succeeding is about as delicious as the lasagna. 

"There's still plenty of places in the apartment to try out." Phil teases back over his wine. "Like the shower."

"Is that a request?"

"You want me to file a form?"

"In triplicate, please."

"There's the red tape you love." 

Laughing, she stands up and blows out the candles. Phil starts to collect the plates and she shakes her head. 

"Leave them."

"Oh?"

"I'm requisitioning you for something better."

"Without a form that likes kidnapping."

Melinda wraps her arms around his waist, tugging him close. "You'd be thrilled to be kidnapped by me."

"That's- Phil pauses, licking his lips. "That's absolutely true." 

Throwing her arms around his neck, she stands on her tiptoes in her bare feet to kiss him. He tastes just a little like wine and he kisses back hungrily. Phil touches her back, then lifts her up. 

"This time bed."

"Just this once." 

 Mack and Yoyo are late this time. If it wasn't for Phil, they would have been late too but he's good at watching the time. She hasn't worn nice earrings in a few days and the weight of them keeps making her pause when she moves her head. These are her mother's gift, so more ostentatious than she'd usually wear, but Phil loves them because they're antique. He probably knows the story better than Melinda does, definitely appreciates it more. 

Sometimes she forgets and makes dinner reservations with a cover name. She hasn't done it for some time, but Mack and Elena have met her several times as the Martin party, and as Phil holds her purse, she wonders if she did it on purpose without him, clinging to any reminder of him because she missed him so much. 

Now he lingers behind her, moving her hair over her shoulder. The intimacy of it aches, so does the sweetness of his smile and the watercolor wash of his love. His feelings rise over the rest of the room, the colonist within the symphony of people in the restaurant. She shuts her eyes, listening to his emotions hum with affection and warmth. If she concentrates enough, she can feel Mack and Yoyo arrive. Mack's always steady, like the purr of an engine at altitude and Yoyo's quick and firm, like a motorcycle opening up on a clear road. 

Phil touches her hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of hers. "They're here?"

"At the door." 

The restaurant has cozy, intimate rooms where they sit on the floor, and it's a little awkward in her black dress but the skirt's full and there's something comforting about it. and though Melinda's Japanese is rudimentary, the characters on the menu are beautiful and familiar enough and they have very good green tea. 

"See, I told you they'd make me sit on the floor and that I should wear pants," Yoyo says, hitting Mack on the arm. "You don't know how awkward it is to get up and down in a dress." Her jumpsuit is very practical and beautiful, deep blue, and Melinda's a little jealous but she'd have to take it off eight times to pee so maybe the dress is fine. 

Mack leans down to kiss her cheek. "You look great."

"Thanks."

Yoyo hugs her before she sits, and her eyes linger on Melinda's cleavage. "Yeah, having Coulson back really suits you." 

"Very funny."

"She wore more boring things when you were gone. Less-" Yoyo pauses, framing her own breasts with her hands for a moment, "-fun."

Melinda can't remember what she wore out to dinner with them, most of the time she was just so thrilled to see them that it didn't matter where they went. Fancy dinners just started happening when Mack's promotion became official and it felt like they needed to celebrate. 

The first course arrives, delicately prepared sea urchin, plated like a work of art and Phil and Mack start debating on how it should be prepared and Yoyo digs in, shaking her head at them. 

"You wouldn't believe the cooking shows he finds to watch in his office." 

Melinda smiles, glancing at Phil then at her cup. He refills her tea without a word, continuing to debate with Mack about some part of helicarrier paperwork while Yoyo reaches for the sake. 

"Phil used to leave nature documentaries on in the background when he was really stressed."

Yoyo smirks at that. "Really?"

"He loves kangaroos." 

"Turtle man here just wants to watch the fanciest, most ridiculous preparations of mac and cheese."

"That was cool," Mack interrupts, pointing at her with his cup. "They made their own noodles, and then this incredible cheese sauce."

"Mac and cheese comes from a box."

"That's why elevating it to cuisine is important!"

Yoyo sets aside her plate. "I think we could just have steak, and it would be fine."

Phil thinks for a moment. "There's a churrasco place we can try next time."

"Is that on Massachusetts?" Mack knows it, of course he does. Melinda could swear half of what he and Phil talk about is where to eat. 

"Close to headquarters."

"Cutting down your commute?" 

"You know how those meetings are," Mack says, reaching for more sake and sighing. "I'm tempted to do what you did and become persona non grata just to stop needing to talk to Congress."

Phil laughs and nods with him. "I recommend it." 

Melinda gets to her feet slowly, taking her time usually keeps her head from spinning, but maybe she's been sitting too long, or it's warm. She's had a good run of not being dizzy and maybe that's why she slams right into it like a sudden bout of turbulence. She wavers and the wall's right there but Yoyo grabs her before she's even really aware of how dark her vision got. 

"Hey."

"Sorry."

"Sorry? You okay?"

Phil's half up off the floor and Mack's on his knees and she loves them both. 

"I'm fine."

The weight of what hasn't been said hangs in the room, and all she can look at is Phil's face. He smiles, nods a little. She can find words for this. She nods back and his flash of acceptance is bright as a flare in the back of her mind. He'll tell Mack, then it's out. She can do this.

"Here, I'll come with you."

"I'm-"

"Oh fine, totally fine, I just, you know, sake, and I might need help with all these buttons," Yoyo jokes, pointing at her jumpsuit. "Come on." Yoyo's hand finds her back and stays there all the way to the bathroom. 

Yoyo disappears into the stall next to her and it's quiet, peaceful in the bathroom. Telling Yoyo is easier than telling Daisy, or her parents. You's already out, washing her hands when Melinda emerges from the stall. The soap smells like citrus on her hands. 

"So you're not bleeding."

"No."

"I half expected to find some kind of hidden injury."

Melinda rolls her eyes. "My blood pressure's been off."

"So, you're dying then?" Yoyo leans on the counter, watching her wash her hands. 

"Dying?"

"Heart failure? I was going to guess cancer but that seems really boring compared to everything we've lived through." 

"You think I have cancer?"

"I know you're not saying something, and if you need help telling Daisy and FitzSimmons, you know we're here for you, Turtle Man and I--"

Melinda's not sure if she's being sarcastic, and there's something, but Yoyo's all sincere, concerned, warm and worried when she touches her bare arm. 

"It's so much easier for Phil to say it." Melinda finishes washing her hands and Yoyo hands her a towel. Concentrating on the fabric and the warmth against her fingers is easier than thinking. 

"Coulson loves talking." 

"I-" Melinda takes a breath. "We're-" Maybe it's easier that way. "I'm pregnant."

"¡Carajo! " Yoyo squeezes her arm, her eyes widen, then she starts to smile, really smile. "Way better than cancer."

"Yeah." She's not going to cry. She has it together until Yoyo hugs her, hard, and fast, because she's always fast. 

"But he just got back, how did you--"

"Frozen."

Yoyo pulls back to look at her, thinking about that without questioning it. "You okay?"

"Blood pressure's off."

"That happens. My sister-in-law blacked out a couple times. I wasn't fast enough to catch her then. Now I'm all over it." Yoyo touches her belly, softly, barely even making contact. "Coulson?"

"Surprised."

"Yeah, I can see that. Back from the dead and hey, by the way--"

"He's happy."

"Of course he is, guy's been dying to be a daddy."

"Really?

"You see those jeans? He wears dad jeans, ask Mack." Yoyo chuckles. "Is he telling Mack because I want to see his face." 

"I think so."

"That was the look."

"Yeah, that was the look."

"You guys are so married it's ridiculous."  Yoyo takes her hand, tugging her out of the bathroom and back to the table. Joy radiates out from her intensely enough for Melinda to laugh, and then Mack starts to stand when they return to their table and he's so fast, warm and happy. Lifting her up, he hugs her, spinning around once with her feet totally off the floor. 

"Oh my god, May."

Phil gives Yoyo details, IVF and October and eight weeks and how surprised he was and Mack just holds her, hands on her shoulders. 

"This is great."

"Thanks." 

"You feeling okay?"

"Could sleep forever."

"Yeah, take naps. Make Coulson talk to the cadets for you." 

"That's not a bad idea."

"Do that." Mack runs his hands down her arms. Warm and concerned, and so happy. "Come, eat."

The next artistic course of food sits waiting for them and her dress flows around her feet as she sits on the tatami floor. Phil sits closer now, his hand on her thigh. 

"Well at least now you're not wasting any more time," Yoyo says over her sashimi. "October will be here before you know it." 

Melinda reaches for his hand, squeezing his fingers. 

"It'll be great."

Mack lifts up his glass. "You need anything, you call us, okay? Middle of the night, we're there, okay?" 

"You can send Mack out for ice cream, he's got people who will go get it." 

"That's true. You have cadets, make them get things for you." 

Melinda rests her head on Phil's shoulder, smiling at them. "I'll keep that in mind." 

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 for the writing ask- I AM SO SORRY I COULDNT STOP!!! xoxo

aaaah these questions look SO GOOD thank you so much <3 <3 for this ask meme, which will be open all weekend!

1. tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

i pulled open all of my WIP google docs for this and my laptop started whirring ominously, lmao. this is going to be a Little Long but i love talking about my wips so who cares!! (under the cut because EXCERPTS)

guys and dolls but gay - very, very casual rewrite of guys and dolls if sky masterson was a woman. i’m loving how chill i’m being about this one because it’s so much fun to not have to worry how i’m going to write lyrics in a not-weird way and just focus on the story. this one’s first because it’s theoretically closest to being finished.

sky, laughing: “oh? people. all the people you turn down every day. well, i imagine there’s someone out there that’ll catch your eye.”

sarah, stiffening: “...yes, there will be.”

sky: “and what might this person be like?”

sarah: “he will not be a gambler, for one.”

sky does not miss the pointed pronoun. “i’m not interested in what he won’t be, i’m interested in what he will be.” she sits down on the desk, in a pointedly masculine pose, and sets her fedora next to her - at her most Hot Queer, basically. “how will you know when he gets to you?”

my fic for the aos rarepair fic exchange - i can’t give any plot or ship details, for obvious reasons, but it’s 1.3k and i’m having fun with it!

steven roadtrip of destiny - canon divergent fic set at the end of steven universe future where steven goes on a roadtrip instead of... canon. it deals with some heavy emotions and it’s also a character study so it’s tentatively shelved until i get around to rewatching suf. but i am projecting on steven like crazy and it’s really, really cathartic. it’s taught me a lot about myself too lmao.

He’s never been anonymous before. He kind of likes it. It means he can fold his arms on the table and put his head down without Pearl worrying about his posture, or someone asking him if something’s okay.

In the last few months, he’s grown to hate people asking him how he’s doing, or if he’s okay. He always ends up lying, because he doesn’t want to worry them, and he ends up feeling worse.

Probably because it’s more of him supporting other people without supporting himself.

He should have told someone how he was feeling. He should have reached out. Sadie could’ve helped him. Lars would’ve listened. Connie would have hugged him and then found him the appropriate mental health professional.

(God, Steven wants a hug. Also the appropriate mental health professional? Whoever that would be.)

untitled aos fic - i don’t want to give a lot of details because :eye emoji: and also i don’t know much about what the plot of this is going to be anyway, lmao. but here’s an excerpt:

daisy “that actor who doesn’t shut up about data harvesting” johnson (@daisyquake) tweeted: two weeks :eyes emoji:

Elena Rodriguez | Seven Cents S2 Streaming On Netflix Now! (@yoyorodriguez) retweeted and added: the problem with being friends with daisy is that you SHOULD have some insight into what her tweets mean but you still have no idea

Fitz (@justfitz) retweeted and added: Try being married to her

untitled star wars twins fic - because i am a total and massive nerd. i’m just kind of stuffing everything i have feels about from the post-anh era into this and planning on figuring it out later? i’m really loving talking about the culture of alderaan (and the culture of the survivors) and also i just love writing luke and leia’s relationship... so much......

(no excerpt for that one because i’ve basically posted all of it in various posts lmao)

aos ds9 au - i’ve posted a LOT about this already and i want to keep the plot a surprise but fsk is in this and married and half the cast is aliens, what else do you need in life.

“Good morning,” says Jemma, coming into the room with her hair wet and her uniform crooked. “Hello, darling.”

“Hi,” says Daisy, turning her face up for a kiss. Jemma obliges absently as she walks past, looking around the room.

“Has anyone seen my hair clip?”

“No,” say Fitz and Daisy in unison.

and of course, last but never least in my heart, chapter 3 of the magnum opus - writing this is on hold until my brain decides to stop hitting me over the head at every possible moment, but there’s like... 2k written so far? it’s. it’s going.

“Yeah, yeah,” says Coulson, and makes quick work of the right gauntlet. It’s only halfway through the left one that his fingers slow and he says, quietly, “Simmons designed these, didn’t she?”

She lets out a quick breath. “Yeah.”

He stays quiet for a few more seconds, finishing up the last of the straps, making sure they’re tight enough. Finally, he says, “She should be helping you with these.”

Daisy pulls her arms back and swallows down some words, or maybe a couple of feelings, or maybe a sob. “Yeah, well.”

2. tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

the last sentence of the magnum opus!!!!!!!!!!

no, lmao, i’m gonna try to be serious. i really, really want to write some librarians fic in the near future? also MORE OF THE SENSE8 AU. i’m DYING to write some stuff about that. especially sam’s cluster, for some reason? Let’s Make Him Suffer (Comedically)! one day i’m gonna finish that list of what cluster/situation each song is about and then it’ll be over for all of us!

3. what is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

i spent about eight months imagining a scene where riza hawkeye was really injured and mustang was holding her in his arms (basically the promised day scene but with more privacy) so does that count?

hmm, just for some other possibilities: glinda telling dorothy about elphaba, laura somehow seeing or speaking to natasha during catws, a good omens au of the good place (specifically the ”i don’t even like you!” / “you doooooooo” scene), kencyrath au of star wars (ESPECIALLY THIS ONE, except setting up the first scene alone would take 7k, but i want to talk about leia and luke and their MESSED UP TRUST ISSUES in this au).

oh, also, something about star trek tng where jean-luc and beverly and jack were in love and then jack died and picard left. more specifically a scene set during the pilot episode where jean-luc very cordially offers beverly the option to transfer off the enterprise, that he wouldn’t dream of holding it against her, and beverly very cordially telling jean-luc to go fuck himself. i want to write 30k of that broken triad. i want it so bad. i dream of that fic. maybe one day when i find myself with a completely empty month or two, i’ll binge all of tng and Write Some Stuff.

4. share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

since you and i have tww in common, i’m gonna do a tww fic! otherwise i’d have to reread literally every fic i’ve ever written, lmao.

(this is long but i put this post under the cut so i have RIGHTS. also consider this a sneak peek for the j/d fic in the sense8 au?)

“It’s okay,” says Helen. She sits for a moment in silence, seeming thoughtful. “The Congressman and I are in the same cluster,” she says eventually. “I’d- I supposed that’s easier on the Secret Service?”

“Yes,” says Donna. “The-”

She stops herself from saying anything further. President Bartlet and the First Lady aren’t exactly quiet about who’s in their cluster, especially with senior staff, but that doesn’t mean she should go talking about it in an unsecured room in LA, of all places.

To cover for her blunder, she gives up something else: “The same with Josh. They got really lucky with him, actually. It’s just him and me, so they won’t have to worry about anyone threatening the Chief of Staff through the barista in the local Starbucks.”

Helen looks up from the Ohio numbers she’d drifted back to, a slow smile creeping up on her face. “Josh is in your cluster?”

“Uh-” says Donna, feeling like national security wasn’t worth whatever she’s just blundered into. Oops. “Josh- Josh is my cluster, ma’am.”

She catches her mistake the second it’s out of her mouth, but Helen doesn’t call her on it, more focused on other revelations. “No wonder you two look at each other the way you do!” she says, sounding delighted. Donna shuts her eyes, praying for this to go away. It’s not that she’s ashamed of Josh - it’s just so, so complicated, and other people never think about how difficult it was. Still is.

i’m just... i really liked the idea of donna fumbling and having to reveal this to cover up for what else she was going to say? i don’t know why i’m so charmed by this. i think it’s because it would be impossible in the show - you can’t show what someone was going to say on television, not without a lot of setup and very careful scripting. it’s just a really fun situation to write about and i’m really proud of this conversation in general.

also helen santos was a dream to write and i love her a lot. i kind of want to write one of the fics in the series about her and her cluster solely because like... look at her. she’s a delight in literally every scene. i love her.

5. what character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

daisy johnson!!! i love writing daisy johnson!!!! she is the most adhd character i’ve ever written and i literally just have to transcribe my own inner monologue and it works perfectly!!!!!

Swing shift: 1600 hours to 2400 hours. Daisy always ends up getting back to her quarters at like 0030 hours, when Jemma is asleep and Fitz is reading some kind of technical journal. Then she has to eat replicated pizza, alone, and freshly replicated pizza is actually pretty hot but it feels cold at that time of night, like, spiritually.

6. what character do you have the most fun writing?

...whoops i literally just answered that lmao. uh. i also really love writing sky masterson in the guys and dolls fic? she’s just weaponized hot queerness in a suit and i love her for it. she is intentionally trying to seduce this repressed lesbian and it’s really funny and also really hot of her and it’s so much fun to write.

also, i wrote chidi for the tgp fic and it was possibly the most fun i’ve ever had with a pov, although that was also because i was purposefully trying to mimic the tone of the show. i still think that line about michael and a grenade is, like, the funniest i have ever been in my life. but chidi’s panic was surprisingly easy to write? all of tgp’s characters have such STRONG voices, it makes writing fic ridiculously easy as long as you don’t get stuck on a plot for six months.

7. what do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? would others agree?

oof, this one is ALWAYS tricky. uh? uhh?? i’m going to ruin everything by saying this but i basically alternate between the same two sentence structures and i am really frustrated about it. i also alternate between the same two styles of endings and i always use the same beginning (set scene, main character pov, thoughts-as-exposition, back to scene).

BUT ON A MORE POSITIVE NOTE i like to talk about emotions and relationships and character development!! i have my “queer subtext goggles” superglued to my face, lmao. i like to think about how characters must have felt about things in canon and how it must’ve influenced them. i like making people deal with the consequences of their actions, especially how it’s influenced they themself. i also just really, really like writing people who love each other, whether it’s romantic or platonic or anything in between. i just want them to be happy! i just want them to stick together! doesn’t matter what fandom, i stand by it.

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The two awkward fools

Chapter 2. Could lead to sadness

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott (AOS) x OFC

Chapter 1

A/N: I felt bored and wanted to share more of the fic already... oops(?). Nah but honestly I feel like at least the first two chapters are kiiind of slow and maybe doesn’t offer that much, especially with this one being pretty darn short (according to me all the parts I’ve written so far have been pretty short tbh, I’m used to reading one shots that are like 2k, I’ve “been” spoiled by other fic writers basically...) Welcome to another part of: Em absolutely loving tech dudes way too much.

Word Count: 959

“Jen!” Max shouted to Jen who stood farther in, in the engineering station. Max had searched around practically everywhere in the confusing engineering station for her and was just about to give up when she saw her. The place was a mess, tools everywhere and people running around like crazy, Max had probably bumped into 4 people in just the last minute. All Max knew was that McCoy had forced her down there to just grab some engineer, however not wanting to bother with one of the newbies; telling her to grab someone she trusts to not fuck up the medical bay equipment. 

After a few more calls of Jen’s name Max finally grabbed her attention. Jen was the only engineer Max truly knew. Though Max had perhaps hung out with a few engineers during shore leaves or during nights where they may be the only ones with alcohol. But that was irrelevant, she never truly got to know any of them, which made being in one of the engineering stations pretty awkward. 

“Elfie!” Jen called out towards her, finally running over to her “What are you doing here? Don’t you hate this place?” Jen questioned in a rushed tone, still a smile on her lips and chuckling as always but looking around herself to glare back at her workmates that had started staring at them. 

“Look McCoy told me that we need some engineer person who we trust and who wouldn’t screw up the medical equipment, please tell me you can help me.” Max pleaded, pouting slightly. 

“Uhm… I mean… Yeah? I think I can? I should go check with Scotty though. Come with me?” Jen’s sentence had forced a wondering look on Max’s face before she eventually shrugged and allowed Jen to drag her along, placing her hand in Jen’s outstretched hand. Max wouldn’t be surprised if they got lost in the station or lost from each other but she had no doubt Jen would find her way to Scotty eventually. “You haven’t spoken to him since last week right?” Jen questioned looking back at her friend, Max nodded quickly. 

“I haven’t been avoiding him but… We hadn’t met before that so what’s to say we’ll cross each other’s ways again? Well except right now of course but this doesn’t quite count does it? You’re actually physically leading me to him and all.” Max’s flustered voice and expression didn’t go lost on Jen, a smug smirk spreading on her face as she kept heading forward towards where Scotty should be. Scotty didn’t have much of an office, rather a small space where he should be the majority of the time to be available to the people he’s chief to. However as Scotty is someone who likes to be social and also likes to actually manage the engineering, he wasn’t always there. Or actually very rarely there. This time though, they had been in luck, Scotty sitting in his chair, legs propped up on the desk looking at his PADD. Releasing each other’s hands and looking towards the Chief engineer that seemed lost within the information on his PADD. By the looks of it he didn’t even seem to notice the two friends standing in his little area. 

“Scotty?” Jen said quietly, not wanting to startle her superior. But that was unfortunately not possible as Scotty jolted up slightly and instantly placed his feet back on the ground, his eyes snapping up towards the two girls. “Hi! I… Uhm… Well the medical bay seems to need some help and Elfie came to get me so I wanted to check if I could… well if I could go up there and look at their issues?” Jen stumbled through her words once again, it wasn’t that she was scared or nervous to talk to her superior, it was slightly more that she didn’t know what words to use. 

Well at least not in the professional sense, if it had been a friday evening in the engineering station she would’ve easily had a conversation with Scotty. However now she was completely sober and nervous about doing anything even slightly unprofessional. 

“I though’ no one called ya Elfie, Max?” Scotty joked as he then turned his focus back to Jen “Tha’s fine, I could follow along if ya need any help?” Scotty’s offer was sweet, not in anyway necessary but sweet nonetheless. However before Max could’ve said that it wasn’t necessary, Jen had of course told him that it’d be for the best. ‘You are the chief engineer after all’ Jen had told him with a small smile. “Lead the way.” Scotty told the two girls as they started to walk towards the exit of the engineering station. 

“Scotty? Jen is the only one that calls me Elfie… She’s my best friend. Everyone else just usually calls me Max or Maxwell…” Max felt that she had to explain to Scotty as they had made their way into the hallway, Jen leading the group even if Max probably knew the way way better. “Well… I- … My family does call me Elfie as well, which is reasonable… I suppose.”

“D’ya not like the name?” 

“No not really,” Max answered quickly, it was a question she had answered before and some understood, some did not “it’s just that… I don’t know… I just-”

“Lass it’s fine but jus’ so ya know, Elfie is a very pretty name. Y’know my name’s actually Montgomery, my family usually calls me Monty…” Scotty gives her a big smile, patting her lightly on her back. Monty sounded better, it felt more… Well personal Max supposed, it fit him, he feels home-y. But feeling too at home with him could lead to sadness, Max had just met him after all. 

A/N: I might post part 3 in a few hours too, Idek dudes, hope you liked it. As always I appreciate feedback soooo much so if you have the energy, please do!

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