#first one was me waiting for Doc's advice and he was like 'you got this son !'

[alish-artie]

I played a game where you punch a bunch of people (and Donkey Kong).

I loved it.

[bluespace-writer]

Hey!! What’s up? B]

Is it alright if I request a story about Medic having a little niece reader who comes to visit him at the base, and she’s basically exactly like him? She’s just a little evil genius in an unassuming, adorable form who tries to copy everything he does and be like him <3

Thanks! Sorry if this is oddly specific, I just really love family fluff (probably pretty obvious at this point)! Take as long as you need if this is something you’re cool with doing! :)

[💀 same. Family vibes with comfort characters are always fun!]

Little Taube

Team Fortress 2 story

> TF2 Medic and ChildFem!reader [platonic, family dynamic]

Ah, RED Base. A place like no other where one of the most dangerous mercenaries lives under one roof. All nine of them were sitting in the living room, doing their stuff, laughing, and enjoying the rest of the free day. Pyro decided to draw something on the calendar (like she always does), but he stopped and tilted his head a bit. Without a word, they approached Medic who was having a nice conversation with Heavy.

"Ja! Last battle was great! Do you remember fear on their faces when we-"

"Mmmm!" Pyro pulled Medic's arm, pointing at calendar.

"Ah! Pyro, I'll see your drawings later" Medic turned his attention back to Heavy. Pyro a bit mad that she was ignored, took the calendar down from the wall and held it close to the Medic's face.

"Pyro! I said I'll- wait" Medic paused.

"Today is, the day! Today is the day!! How could I forget!"

He didn't even say thank you to Pyro. He just sprinted back to his laboratory. Others were a bit confused, they knew Medic was always strange and it wasn't something weird seeing him run back to his office when he suddenly got an idea for another experiment but it was different this time. He looked worried.

Medic opened door to his Laboratory looking around. Scout and Spy managed to catch up to him.

"Uhh Doc? Ya alright?" Scout asked.

"Do I look alright Scout? She's probably here and I'm not prepared!" He looked around smirking. "She is probably already hiding in the walls...-"

"She? Who is she?-"

Suddenly Scout found himself with a bag over his head, struggling to take it off. Spy stepped back and was splashed with cold water straight from the bucket. Then, the small figure jumped on Medic's back, who lost his balance and fell on the operating bed. He looked up, but even with a bright light shining on his face, he recognized who this mischievous person was.

"I got you onkel!! [uncle]" You said, jumping around with joy.

Seeing you Medic picked you up and started to tickle you. Both of you spin in a big hug laughing. You greet each other in German, leaving Spy and Scout (mostly Scout) confused. Soon Medic finally turned his attention to them, as he put you down.

"Doctor...who. is. that." Spy spoke first, sounding even more frustrated than usual.

"Right! I almost forgot about you two. This is my niece! She came today to visit me!"

"Hallo!" You said looking at Spy who only scoffed and walked out swearing and complaining. You heard him shouting in the distance "...I just washed my suit today!"

Scout finally took a bag off his head, laying his eyes on you. You looked like a mini version of Medic. He could tell you two are related based on your little smug and evil smile.

"So uh. How did she even get in here? " Scout asked.

"Thought ventilation system" you said, pointing at opened vent above you.

Medic, pat your head. "Aren't you a clever one! You listened to my advice: Always pick an unusual path!" Hearing compliments from him made you smile from ear to ear.

"Ah, that reminds me! I have something for you!" Medic ran to the door leading to the storage room

"Scout keep an eye on my little Taube, will you?" Scout didn't even get a chance to reply as Medic was gone behind a cold metal door. He looked down at you. Man, this is awkward.

At that moment, the rest of the team ran inside. Why? Well...

When Spy asked what happened, replied that he was attacked by a small demon, unfortunately, Soldier took it literally and ran through the corridors ready to fight the "demon" with his good old rusty shovel. Heavy and Engineer tried to stop him, Pyro ran after them, wondering if this was some kind of game, Sniper followed wanting to find out what is going on, Demo was drunk and dragged by Solider so he could -

"-EXPIRIENCE MY GREAT TRIUMPH WITH HIS OWN EYE!!" Solider screamed while charging at the door with shovel in his hand.

"Mhah ghaahahasammm mmmueaash" uh- Demo- replied? I bet he wasn't really sure what was going on.

Solider continued to shout, "SEE?! HE IS ALREADY SPEECHLESS! And I haven't even started that KICKING THAT THING UNHOLY A-"

They found themselves in Medic's laboratory. Scout jumped away screaming while you were standing completely still. Everyone looked at you with shock and confusion.

"It's even worse, IT'S A DEMOM BABY!'" Solider shouted, ready to swing his shovel at you, fortunately, Heavy stopped him.

Heavy shook his head "Solider will not hurt tiny child."

"YOU'LL THANK ME LATER! NOW LET ME GO BEFORE IT STEAL OUR SOULS!"

"Now now calm down ya'll. I'm sure there is an explanation" Engineer said, standing between you and rest of the mercenaries.

"I have one!" Scout yelled having everyone's attention "You guys never gonna believe it!"

Meanwhile, as Scout was explaining the situation (and skipping having his head stuck in the bag) you played with Medic's doves. You quickly made a bond with Archimedes, who sat next to you as you were feeding him with seeds and small eyeballs. Feeling thirsty, you pulled out some fruit juice from your little medicine bag. As you were drinking it Archimedes started to fly around you. You run after him trying to catch your feathery friend. In the room was a metal coffin, with spikes inside. Archimedes flew in it and sat down in the little nest he built there. You stepped inside and giggled, turning Demoman' attention on you.

Still drunk but aware of your presence walked up to Scout who was surrounded by others and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ayy, is twad kid suppase to be twer?" He pointed at you, standing in a coffin-shaped contraption that started to creak. Everyone looked at you with horror.

"OI! Lady! What are you doin'?!" Sniper shouted.

You turned around, but at this moment doors to the coffin closed shut. They all gasped and held their breath as red liquid started to pour from under the door. When they thought things couldn't get any worse Medic came back.

"My little Taube! I have the perfect present for- ah! What is going on in here?" He asked with smile on his face.

They turned around, Solider spoke first.

"We have good and bad news. The good news is that the demon who was here is GONE! The bad news is that you lose your niece in the process"

"Was?"

Silence filled the room before knocking was heard.

You knocked twice and shouted "Hallo? Can someone open it, please? I'm starting to run out of oxygen to breathe"

Hearing your voice was a big surprise to everyone. Heavy did not waste more time and quickly used his strength to open heavy metal doors that shut down on you. Ready to see you pierced like cheese Scout covered his eyes. Others watched as big doors opened....

You stood there with a straw in your mouth looking at the juice carton, stuck in on the spike leaking the last drops of the red juice on floor.

"That spike wasted my juice" you said calmly. Everyone sighed relieved that you weren't hurt. Medic walked up to you, picked you and sit you down on chair.

"Mein Taube, please be careful next time. You were lucky this coffin is too big for you!"

You nodded and held your hands together "I'm sorry onkel. I just wanted to play"

"Ah, boredom. Always leads to danger. Well then, I have no other choice now than to give this to you!"

Medic reached into his suit and took out a small metal bone saw. Excited you took it thanking and hugging him. Engineer seeing you are safe glanced at the coffin again, he stared at your wasted juice, he smiled and walked up to you.

"Nice to see you're still an intact young lady" Engi said.

"You know I can get you new drink. What would you like? Orange juice, tea?-"

You walked up to him excited and said "Apple blood!"

"Uh. Don't ya mean apple juice" Engi asked to be sure he heard you correctly.

"No" you said with bright smile on your face.

Engi didn't ask any more questions, he just shrugged his shoulders and went to the kitchen to bring you your requested apple blood.

Much later you enjoyed your drink while gazing at Medic, who was operating on Heavy. You couldn't help but giggle as they both make funny jokes. Soon Medic whispered something to Heavy, who looked at you and slolwy noded.

"My Taube! Can you come here?" Medic asked. He didn't have to wait long, happy to see his work up close you walked up to him, excited.

"I'll teach you about my newest discovery! I created an incredible machine that can make my patients invincible for up to 8 seconds!"

You gasped and looked at Heavy's heart.

"This isn't his heart. Is it baboon's?"

"That is correct! Good job! I see you have read the books I sent you" he patted you on the head.

"And what is that?"

"This is the übercharge. It's still isn't finished. I want to make work with my other Mediguns, unfortunately, it still doesn't want to!" He sounded frustrated at that moment. You looked at a metal piece permanently stuck to Heavy's heart. You took out your small gloves from your purse.

"I tried everything! I tried changing its rate, position, and cables, but nothing worked. ...I think I must reconsider visiting my devilish friend."

While Medic mumbled to himself you cheerfully changed paces four metal pieces.

"Come on...come on...." you said to yourself. Medic stopped talking and observed how Heavy's heart started to glow. Seeing this you started to laugh. Laugh so hard and maniacally as Medic himself does when he succeeds. Heavy nervously glanced at Medic, but Medic reassured him that everything was okay with a gentle smile and nod. You glanced at your uncle a bit embarrassed.

"I apologise onkel. Did I...broke it?"

"Broke it?" Medic said surprised "My dear you just fixed it! I can't believe that the answer to that problem was so close and easy!"

Your eyes lighten up. Later Medic was testing his Übercharges, and you were allowed to über Heavy! It was fun to know how your uncle feels when he is helping his team. Strong. Important. You liked it!

Medic looked at the time. It was late. He glanced at you, to see you lying down on his medical bed, already closing your eyes. He chuckled and covered you in a warm blanket. You smiled at him, as he messed with your hair.

"I'll still be working, so if you wake up in the night, I'll be there"

You nodded and lay your head down on a soft pillow, probably filled with feathers Medic's doves leave him. "Gute Nacht Onkel..." you said slowly closing your eyes.

"Gute Nacht mein little Taube" said Medic softly before continuing his work.

You glanced at him one last time before falling asleep to the sounds of his Laboratory and his laughter. It was a pleasant, chaotic, full of excitement day... it was special for you, because it was spend with your favorite uncle.

You couldn't wait to wake up and see with what you can help him next.

[Thank you for reading!💀💙]

[inlovewithalotoffandoms]

The Power of Love

Eli Hale x Fem!Reader

Summary: This fic is inspired by this scene from 'Back to The Future'

To follow along, begin the video at 3 minutes and 35 seconds.

You and Eli have been dating for a couple of months now. After school, Eli had Lacrosse tryouts for him to get on first line, but the coach said he was too soft. So now, you and him are walking on the sidewalk to the bench you always sit at together after school every day.

"Too soft? I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get the chance to play on the field." Eli says in annoyance.

"Eli, one rejection isn't the end of the world." You replied, glancing at him as you both continued walking.

"Nah, I just don't think I'm cut out to play Lacrosse." Eli shrugged it off like it was no big deal to him, but you could see it was a big deal to him. He just didn't want to tell you.

"But you're good, Eli, you're really good. And this gameplay of yours is great. You've gotta give it to the team." You encouraged as you continued, "It's like Doc's always saying,"

Eli cut you off, "Yeah, I know, I know. If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything." He turned his head to look at two girls passing by. You gently turned his head back towards you as you said,

"That's good advice, Eli." teasing him a little with a smile on your face.

"Alright, okay, Y/N, what-what if I give them the gameplay and they don't like it? I mean, what if they say it's not good? What if they say, 'That's dumb, it won't help us win'? I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection." Eli rants, sighing as he leans against the bench while you fix your shoelace. He then continued.

"What the hell, I'm starting to sound like Scott."

"Oh, come on, he's not that bad." You state with a soft chuckle as you smile at him. "At least he's letting you skip werewolf lessons tomorrow night." You added. He grinned at you as he pulled you by your hand to stand on the bench with him, saying,

"It's gonna be great, taking the Jeep up to the lake, throwing some sleeping bags in the back, lying out underneath the stars." his hand around your waist as he pulled you down to sit next to him.

You were blushing as you moved his hand away gently, "Stop it."

"What?" He chuckled innocently, smiling at you.

"Does Allison know? About tomorrow night?" You asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

"No, she thinks I'm going camping with the guys." He laughed. "Well, look, Y/N, she'll freak out if she knew I was going with you and I'd get the standard lecture of how she never did this stuff with Scott when they were our age. I mean, look, I think the woman was born a nun."

"She's just trying to keep you respectable, especially now that your dad's gone and she and Scott are looking after you." You state, gently touching his chin, letting go after a couple of seconds.

Eli then put his arm around your shoulder, "Well, she's not doing a very good job." He smirked.

"Terrible." You grinned, leaning in to kiss him as you closed your eyes. As you were about to kiss, you got interrupted by the horn of a car. You pulled away from Eli, sighing,

"That's my dad."

"Right." He mumbled.

"I gotta go." You state, getting off the bench.

"I'll call you tonight, babe," Eli states.

"I'll be at my grandma's. Here, let me give you the number." You explained, writing down the number on a piece of paper you had and an 'I love you' sentence at the top, giving it to Eli.

"Bye." You smiled at Eli as you kissed his lips gently before pulling away and walking to your dad's car.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow night.

[nilsavatar]

DAY 4 - SPANKING

Parings: Jake x Fem!avatar

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, SMUT in the end, P in V, spanking, use of pet names (baby girl, sir), dom Jake, age gap, mentor-student relationship (difference in power), one night stand, cheating, mention of Lo'ak x oc, Spider has a crush on her. All characters are AGED-UP.

Summary: Aubree (reader) has just arrived on Pandora, her lifelong dream finally coming true. But a series of misfortunes will lead her to share a passionate moment with the sexy Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya. Starting with a broken shower.

Inside you will find a hint of Lo'ak x OC. Let me know if you would like a version with him as well.

Word Count: 5k

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“So, it is settled? There will be new entries in the AVTR Program. I don’t like the sound of it.” The last part was said in a whisper that Norm heard anyway, thanks to the amplified senses of his Na’vi-like body. “We’re understaffed, Jake. They’re trusted people, among the best minds on Earth, who love this moon just as much as we do.” “You love it so much that you rejected Faanì’s advances,” he chuckled. “That woman terrifies me. She is so…” “Confident, go-getter?” “‘Encroaching, pushy.” “Hey, it’s the Omatikaya ways,” he shrugged his shoulders. “They’re used to being straightforward, and taking what they want.” “Ignoring her isn’t direct enough?” “Evidently, their extreme sincerity doesn’t let them acknowledge the hidden meaning behind your evasiveness. Also, Faanì has several suitors; your coldness will be the reason for her apparent obsession.”“Apparent, really?” “Admit it, you’re at least a little pleased. She’s a stunner, and she’s totally into you. Come on, loosen up a bit. It’s fine to have fun sometimes. You're the last unmated dreamwalker and one of the few who didn't opt for the permanent consciousness transfer. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about…” His silence was as loud as a scream. “It won’t bring her back. And that's not what she'd have wanted. You know that, right? Anyway, when are they getting here?” “In a week.”

“I thought you would make the first link with your avatar as soon. ”When her fingers touched the cold, metallic handle, she almost exulted. Dusk was fast approaching, and she longed to rid herself of the sticky, humid rainforest heat by jumping into the shower. Her head bent to hold her cell between ear and shoulder, a clipboard wedged under her armpit, and her badge lined up haphazardly toward the lector on the door.

"That's not how it rolls," she said, holding back a chuckle. “They put me through some tests first. Linkage can be risky if you're not in tip-top shape. I was in cryo for six years and woke up on a whole new world. You should know better than me, doc.” The woman on the other end of the phone chortled. “What can I say? I’m a therapist. Mind’s my thing; the rest is in the hands of you geniuses.”

The unlocking beep was covered by the resounding clapping of the paperwork that slipped from under her arm. Great. She rolled her eyes at the ceiling, opening the door and pushing the fallen papers in with one foot. Then she disposed of her purse and badge, leaving them on the shelf at the entrance. Aubree was about to answer her, but her voice lost its importance the moment the trill of an incoming email rose from the small monitor on the desk.

“It’s Max. My exams are ready. Tomorrow's the big day! My avatar's coming out of the incubator and I'm making my first connection.” “Amazing! Go freshen up, grab a good meal, and hit the hay early. Tomorrow’s gonna be a tiring day and the experience of the first link may be traumatic.” “Are you speaking as a friend or a psychologist?” “As both?” “Consider it done, Liv. Rest assured.” “And tomorrow night we’re going to have a momentous hangover. To celebrate.” The scientist smiled. “Doesn’t sound like very professional advice.” “Hey, I've been waiting for you on Pandora for a year! You finally got your doctorate, and you're not gonna party? You're the worst, you know that?” “Technically, I got it six years ago.” “But for you, it’s like it was yesterday. It’s a lot to process. What do you think we therapists are here for?” “Norm’s not gonna be so happy.” She heard her exclaim, “Can’t wait! Tomorrow it is! And eat.” “Aye, aye. See you tomorrow,” she signed off before hanging up.

She huffed as she laid the papers neatly on the desk, went to the bathroom, and hurriedly undressed, opening the jet. As soon as the cold water rained down on her heated skin, she let out a sigh of relief. Aubree hated the hot weather, the bugs, the sweaty clothes. All things she hadn’t considered moving here, but still wouldn’t make a difference. In the summer, on weekdays, she took two showers a day, sometimes one even at night when the mugginess prevented her from sleeping. Occasionally, she wondered where she found the strength to get out of bed at three in the morning to shower.

Out of the blue, as she was soaping her hair, the jet went off. She tried to turn it back on a couple of times, before walking out of the stall cursing, grabbing a towel to rub her skin and hair. Then she put on the first thing that came her way and left the room at a brisk pace. She refused to skip her beloved evening shower.

The girl walked down the long corridor until it opened onto the link beds wing, where she knew she would find Norm. And indeed, there he was, emerging from his pod; a tired expression painted on his face. Waiting for him, besides the medical team, was a tall Na’vi in warrior garb who struggled to keep his back straight because of his size. Just further away, another pair of natives who appeared noticeably younger, her peers presumably, but equally warriors judging by the cummerbund that wrapped around their ribcage. They whispered and nudged each other while laughing at something only they knew.

Their somber vociferation was abruptly ceased at the entrance of the girl, who, if she had not been so stymied, would have noticed the astonished stares and the sudden muteness filling the room. With the soles of her bare feet flapping in stride, her hair glossy with shampoo, her clothes clinging to the non-dry skin and showing off more than they should, and a livid expression, she planted herself in front of Norm, who stared at her with some embarrassment and intimidation, although the woman was noticeably smaller than him.

And the same could have been said for poor Jake, who tried to focus on everything else as long as he did not look down at her cleavage. The damp fabric not only perfectly outlined her breasts but also highlighted her air-conditioned nipples. The darker areolas showing through the white material, pointing at him like a pair of eyes.

“Norm.” She called caustically, and for a moment Jake swore he sensed him trembling under the accusatory tone with which she pronounced his name. Shit, he himself had felt an electric shock run down his spine and pour into his lower abdomen. "This is the third time in two weeks," she accused, arms crossed, foot tapping. That simple gesture lifted her chest just enough to knock the corporal’s breath away, the loincloth getting tighter and tighter. She was a sassy one. ”Something's definitely wrong with the hydraulics. We can't keep this up.”

At those words for a moment, the man felt pulled in, as if she was referring to his own plumbing problem. Well hidden between his legs, thank goodness.

“We will arrange it.” “We’d better.” At that point, Jake cleared his throat to signal that, yes, he was still there. “Um, Aubree, this is Jake Sully. Jake, Aubree Young, our fresh addition to the Avatar Program.” “Aubree, the PhD student. Nice to meet you.” She had to suppress a groan hearing the syllables of her name roll across his tongue; it was almost like feeling them tickle her back, spoken in that muted, persuasive voice. The girl was petrified under his impassive gaze (Jake was a talented actor); she had seen him portrayed several times. He was practically a rock star, but he didn’t look so handsome in pictures, which just didn’t do him justice — especially to those eyes. He extended his large hand toward her, however, she responded by bringing two fingers to the center of her forehead to draw an arc, bowing in respect. “Olo’eyktan, smon nìprrte’ (nice to meet you).”

Fuck, did she have to bow like that? From that angle, he could see her bosom in all its youthful splendor. A woman in her prime. Deliciously round and full against the thin material.

“Holy shit!” burst out a voice behind them. Spider. “What the heck happened to you?”

Like a bucket of ice water, finally, the revelation of her scant coverage crashed over her. She looked down at her body, realizing that she had her breasts basically sticking out, and a muffled sigh left her lips. In a magnanimous gesture, a colleague offered her his gown, which she fastened onto the very last button, mortified.

The lips of the Na’vi boy with the shaved right side of his head tensed in a thin grin, and a subtle — or rather, sadistic — gleam animated his eyes, not even deigning to move them from just below her face. “You do seem to have a conflictual relationship with underwear,” he subtilized wryly. Aubree wished the floor would have swallowed her all: she had forgotten her bra. “Lo’ak!” the other two Na’vi called back to him in unison, and he turned away without showing the slightest touch. “We’ve raised you better than that.” Jake wished he could have been more severe in his rebuke, but it was undeniable that his little dig had affected him.

What did he mean by that? The girl had a habit of publicly displaying herself in such an… unbecoming way? More likely she was just a hothead. Annoyance had driven her out of her room in that attire.

“Still the broken shower,” Spider guessed. “Yeah,” in all her awkwardness, still a hint of irritation shone through from the young woman’s mumbling. “My offer is still on the table until things get sorted.” "Thanks, but I don't want to be a burden. Liv said I can shower at her place. Anyway, Norm, please do me a favor and find a solution.” The man nodded, sensing more than well what she implied: ‘For your sake and peace of mind.’ She would haunt him until her bathroom was repaired.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Liv blocked a forkful halfway through to look up at her. ”I’d prefer that, trust me.” “Did you show up in front of the olo’eyktan and his sons drenched from head to toe, and with your tits out?” “I didn’t have my tits out!” “They weren’t in place either, though.” Her friend sighed, chewing quietly. “So, what do you plan to do?” “Ignore it?” ”Acting like it didn't happen won't make it go away.” “I will not humiliate myself further by going to apologize. I won't have many chances to meet with them, anyway.” “Probably not the clan leader or his eldest. But Lo’ak…” the tone in which she mentioned him did not please the doctoral student at all. “Speak.” ”He's a total jerk. He'll make your life a living hell after that. Avoid him at all costs.”

Aubree could add nothing else, not sure she could trust her voice as she settled what a mess she had just gotten herself into. She had come to Pandora to chase her dream, to make a difference and find her place in the universe, not to be gratuitously humiliated and mocked by an overgrown kid. No way she would allow that, not at twenty-seven.

With the addition of avatars as potential new clan members among the Omatikaya, a new rite of passage emerged - the Introduction. In general, it was comparable to the period when native adolescents were ready to embark on the path of rebirth. A night festival was dedicated to them in which dreamwalkers presented themselves to the people. It had been unofficially established for a few years now and usually coincided with the avatar’s optimal body mastery. It had taken Aubree a couple of weeks, a period when Lo’ak had not exactly spared her from prying and equivocal jokes and glances, but now that she was officially an avatar in training to become Omatikaya, things could only get worse.

Lo’ak was her assigned mentor.

To describe that being formed by the youngest Sully son was awful was an understatement. It was pure torture.His sole purpose was to torment her from the moment she stepped outside Hell’s Gate until the moment she put it back in. From sunrise to sunset, seven days a week - excluding a few sporadic days of freedom. Usually spent doing the work for which she had come to Pandora. Studying.

Fatigue marked her face to where it was impossible not to notice, and Lo’ak was keen to let her know he had noticed.

“Trouble sleeping, princess? Did they stick a pea under your mattress? Or maybe you had a wild night out. Bummer I couldn’t be there. I wouldn't mind seeing those pretty little boobies again.”

Asshole.

One day, dealing with the guy had become particularly untenable. Aubree needed to do something, and fast.

She interrupted the day's training and rushed back to headquarters to confront Norm and the olo'eyktan. Too bad the latter intercepted her first.

“Wuo-oh-oh, what’s going on here? Where you off to?” “I can’t take it anymore,” she confessed, almost breathlessly. “Your son is...is...” She would have had many unkind epithets to call him, one meaner than the other, convinced that Lo’ak deserved them all, from first to last, but in front of his father, she bit her tongue, merely grunting. “Lo’ak can be... difficult,” he said it as if an entire ecosystem was encapsulated in that simple word. And to some extent, it fulfilled its purpose, but simultaneously, it fell short. “What if we switch places?” “Excuse me?” “Since things aren’t going smoothly between the two of you, I’ll mentor you from now on.”

That was the beginning of the end.

*

Jake was a good karyu (teacher). Patient and understanding, aware of Aubree’s limited physical abilities. The girl was not a soldier; she was a lab rat, a bookworm, and going too hard on training made no sense. The man had a kindness towards her he had never shown, even to his daughters. Almost too permissive, and this made the Ph.D. student forget he was not just anyone. 

Jake was the olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya.

This made her bold and overconfident. The formal tone disappeared with his title, replaced by more casual conversations, banters, and wry remarks. Sometimes even unmistakable glances. The boundaries of their teacher-student relationship were blurring into something unknown and dangerous. It was unseemly for Aubree to have a crush on him.

The girl took pains to hide her true emotions. He was a committed man; she repeated to herself, complete with children, and he was at least twice her age. She couldn't help but think about the man's age, which was old enough to be her father. But damn, she had never seen a hotter dad. He was smoking hot.

Shit, stop it right NOW.

“Are you still with me?” “Pardon?” “Stop daydreaming. Let's be honest, you do it often. It doesn’t work. Not if you aspire to be one of us.”

One of them. She wondered if she had what it took to give up her humanity. She shouldn’t desire someone else’s man to begin with.

“Let’s get back into position. Back straight, one foot back, hold your breath and draw your bow.” Jake stood behind her. “Your arms are too stiff.” His hands slipped from her shoulders and reached for her pelvis to turn it properly, but that made her gasp. He frowned as if to scold her for losing her posture. 

He seemed to be in a foul mood today. The usual patience he seemed to reserve for her was gone. Aubree couldn’t see the growing frustration that had been eating at him since he had met her. She had no inkling of the thoughts that were gnawing at his soul. His mind kept wandering to the forbidden scenarios he dreamed up. Fantasies he should not have had, not about her. He was about to say something biting, but when he saw her face, the words vanished.

She had shiny round eyes, blushing cheeks and nose, and inviting parted lips. A purplish hue was about to invade her neck. 

If he had kept staring, she would have seen him coming for sure. Instead, he ran right into her. With barely a rustle in the air, he forcefully lifted her face with his hand and imprinted his mouth onto hers. She stumbled backward, her head slamming against the tree bark. The impact left her momentarily dazed and a sharp pain shot through her skull. Closing her eyes or making any movement was impossible, as he had a vice-like grip on her cheek and neck. She tried to wriggle out of that almost grotesque contact. 

What was it? A kiss? His lips were sealed, his body tense against hers and his forehead contracted. The grip mean. She pushed him away harder with the sudden urge to scream at him and finally broke away. She caught a flash of something in his eyes. Perhaps it was anger and welcomed it as a reflection of her own. The hand snapped automatically, and the acute pop on his cheek was as liberating as the burning in her palm. Aubree did not speak, still furious, and Jake took a few seconds to turn his face toward her.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he said, seemingly calm despite his clenched jaw and flashing gaze. She dared not answer, which only caused a sinister smile to cripple the man’s handsome face. “You’re in big trouble, baby girl.”

“Where are we?” ”The old shack." “But you said—.” “I know what I said,” he snapped. She bit her lip to stifle any giggles and we entered the abandoned, silent mobile laboratory, uncertain whether to say anything. Suddenly, the boldness she had had up to that moment seemed to disappear under the flickering neon light of the links section.

Aubree took courage and ventured to lift her head. It was like flipping a switch. The tension grew, and the door leading to the food court opened. At least a dozen scenes played out in slow motion in her mind, as they looked at each other reflected in the mirrored wall that outlined one side of the small room. But Jake didn’t look intent on taking her there. Not right away, at least.

Why wasn’t he talking? His lips were tight and his posture tense. Perhaps she had misinterpreted and was not attracted to her.

In silence, they reached one last door, which must have been broken down, because Jake had to force it open. He stepped aside to let her in, and with a hint of anxiety, she stepped forward into the dimly lit interior. The woman could distinguish a couch, a series of monitors on the wall, a few photos. The sound of the door closing behind her made her jerk, and she turned toward him, truncating him, already watching her.

“Jake.” Was he not going to turn on the light?

He approached her with an indecipherable expression, her heart beat faster in her chest, but she sighed with relief when she smelled his scent again. A million questions clogged her throat.

“Jake.” “Hmm?” “Do you want me?” she asked him in a thread of voice. His lips brushed her forehead, and she felt him smile in the darkness. “If I want you...” he said, leaving the sentence hanging. He grabbed her by the arm, making her turn around, and pushed her against the door. Then he made her body cling to his and whispered in her ear, “You’re having fun, aren’t you, little girl?” She felt goose bumps forming where his breath blew. “Doing what?” she asked, resting her head against the metal surface of the door. “To challenge me,” he said, rubbing his lips on her neck in an imaginary path. “That’s all you’ve been doing since I met you.”  His rough voice was setting her on fire. “In that little white dress, without a bra, I’ve been thinking about it for days.” “I thought Na’vi didn’t mind nudity,” she provoked him. 

I’m not Na’vi.

Jake closed his hands over her breasts and in response she bent her neck back, parting her lips to gather more oxygen. He lifted his arm, but before she could touch him, he grabbed both her wrists and locked them above her head. Then his lips were on her again, more firmly this time. She could distinctly feel the contours, the softness, the moist saliva that impregnated them. He found a flap under her earlobe and took it between his teeth, sucking lasciviously; Aubree stifled a moan and tried to move against him. It was not enough for her; she wanted more, much more. The fire was raging.

“Come,” he said, barely moving away. “Huh?” she mumbled, confusedly. He detached himself from her without letting go of her wrists and guided her to the sofa he had been eyeing earlier. Aubree would have liked to look at his face to see what he was up to, but she dared not to talk back. “Hands on the backrest.” The authoritative tone, the deep voice, left no room; this was the Olo’eyktan speaking. She swallowed and slowly placed her palms on the solid cushions. “Bend over,” he ordered again, and she shuddered as a strange instinct was surfacing within her. The scientist obeyed silently and turned her head, resting her left cheek, surely flushed, on the fabric. She could feel her heart pulsing against her rib cage and the edge of the couch pressing against her sternum. 

She felt his hands curve over her hips and slide down to the fastening of her shorts. “From now on, these clothes are banned. You wanna be Omatikaya? Be Omatikaya.” With a powerful tug, he pulled them down. Aubree distinctly heard the fibers tearing. “You can keep these instead,” he asserted, running his fingers along the fabric of her lace panties. The woman held her breath as his icy fingers caressingly furrowed the flesh of her bottom.

As he thought about it, Jake realized that the delicate fiber and intricate designs of Earth women's lingerie were something he missed.

“No shenanigans to throw? You are so quiet,” he provoked her, and she exhaled an eager giggle. “On the other hand, you are talkative, sir.”

A harsh, searing pain shot through her the moment his hand spanked her; the air choked in her throat and she squinted. She licked her dry lips and let out a hiss.

“Say my name,” he ordered peremptorily, and she realized he had done it on purpose. He wanted her to answer him so that he could continue. Aubree didn’t really know the direction she was going, but she heard how a voice called to her like a muse. “Ma’olo’eyktan?” she ventured, and clenched her jaw, wincing at his second slap. She felt the vibration of his palm transmit throughout her body and the girl had no more doubts. The rush of glee that had electrified her brain was caused precisely by him. “Mr. Sul—.” He changed angles swiftly and she could not hold back the trembling moan that rang out perfectly clear in the silence. His hand caressed the burning skin and bent over her. “Don’t hold back,” he told her before another clapper echoed through the air. Her legs trembled, and this time, her cunt pulsed in response. Aubree moved her arms and clutched the edges of the pillows, searching for any foothold as she felt lost in a completely unfamiliar ocean of dire pleasure. 

The fifth spank made her neck tense, and her lips twisted into a mute and perfect O, still trying to suppress any sound. She waited for a handful of seconds for his hand, which did not come, and relaxed her muscles. The pop came unexpectedly and louder than the previous ones. She groaned, caught by surprise.

She heard him click his tongue and his feet spread her legs; the embarrassment of being totally exposed suddenly rained down on her, but she could not move a muscle. His hand slipped between her thighs and peeled back the texture of her thong; his fingers grazed her glistening intimacy, and he moved them slowly, before slipping one in with disarming ease. She opened her eyes wide at that single touch and moaned even louder.

“Oh, come on, I barely grazed you...” his voice was hoarse, mocking, and he went deeper, beginning to kiss her back. Aubree hated the camisole that separated his lips from her skin. Her thoughts now disconnected, and arched her spine as she reached an exceptionally sensitive spot.

“Jake, please,” she gasped, and he bit her shoulder, now completely spread-eagled on her. Aubree sensed his erection pressing against her thigh and levered her arms up. She couldn’t take it anymore. She forced him up and turned away, ignoring the dizziness that rose from that sudden movement.

It must have surprised him, because he did not react immediately. She looked at him, scarcely illuminated by the moonlight glow peeking through the window. He was so handsome it was sickening. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him, pushing him backward toward the couch. He grabbed her neck with his hand and pulled her away, stiffening. She could not look into his eyes, but she could hear his breath catch.

What was he thinking about? Were the kisses too intimate? Was this something reserved for Neytiri? He could fuck others like concubines, but he couldn’t romance? Was he going to punish her again?

She would never have known, but a few seconds later, it no longer mattered; Jake fiercely brought his mouth together with hers. His warm tongue explored the watery interior, the groove of teeth, rubbing against its twin. He took her head in his hands and she felt as light as a balloon, as if she had been drugged. She encircled him with her arms to hold him close, but the man reversed the situation and she found herself lying on the couch.

He stood for a few seconds and she looked down at her without a word as he unbuckled his warrior waistband, then abandoned on the floor somewhere. He was on top of her and Aubree soured on his scent, kissing any spot she could reach, hearing him swear at the loincloth.

His movements became eager. He carelessly slipped off her panties and spread her legs apart, tracing her body with his palms and then bringing her wrists over her head. The man entered her all the way, without warning, and she stifled a gasping sob in response to his choked sigh; he took a fast, pounding rhythm right away and the slight initial discomfort soon vanished. She encircled his waist with her legs, pinning him against her, without registering that her thong was sagging to her ankle, and tried to go at him with her pelvis.

Each mighty thrust was a jab into the bowels and then invest a violent sensation of enjoyment. The scientist murmured something incoherent as she felt the thrusts become erratic; he bent over her, felt her labored breath in his hair and branded her neck with the outline of his canines. She emitted a hoarse wail and realized she was close.

“Let m-my ... arms,” sounded more like a plea. The desire to hold him had become irresistible and disruptive. “Forget it. Come for me, baby girl.” The arching sound of that nickname set her on fire permanently. Liquid waves swept over her, clouding her thoughts, and her vocal cords made it inexorably clear, echoing through the hall like an echo.

He sank into her again, two, three, four strokes, before emitting a low moan and coming out of her, spilling onto her belly.

Aubree could not tell how long they stood listening to each other’s heart relaxed. Jake slumped to her side, releasing her wrists, and she brought a hand between his dark dreadlocks: they were softer and smoother than one might imagine. As she re-emerged from that velvet bamboozlement, she felt him rise from her. 

Noises came from somewhere in the old, abandoned workshop. Then his figure came back into her field of vision, leaning over her to gently clean her abdomen. The woman was grateful because she felt as if sucked out of all energy. 

She had not felt so deeply fulfilled in a very long time and wanted to enjoy that feeling to the fullest.

“You good to go back to HQ on your own?” he asked her, finishing removing his traces from her, breaking the magic. “Yes,” she murmured in a whisper, slightly intimidated and incredibly embarrassed now that reality was shattering over her.

It had been a quickie, a onetime thing consummated with the urgency of provocation getting the better on common sense.

Jake was Olo’eyktan, a family man with a spouse to whom he owed his devotion. An episode like that would never happen again, and Aubree clung to it as if that memory was worth her life.

The memory of the day she had really gotten into big, big trouble.

Notes: this fanfic did not turn out at all as I had wished, it should have been much longer, with a richer storyline, but I wanted to share it with you anyway. Hope you liked it💕

Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

[melishade]

prompt #79

This ask game

TFP Kids teaching Eren how to do a High Five in the War Timeline.

"Raf!" Eren called out as the pre-teen ended up hitting his side against a tree branch. He flew up to Rafael to help him down and check if he was hurt.

"I'm good." Rafael rubbed his side, "This is really hard. I'm just surprised that Jack and Miko are making it look easy."

Eren looked upwards to see Jack and Miko flying through the tree with their personalized 3D gear equipment. Rafael was right. They were making this look easy. They were struggling heavily in the beginning, crashing into each other and everything else, but now they were already flying around with ease and grace.

"Whoo!" Miko cheered as she started leaping from each tree branch while Jack was evading each branch that he could see coming. Both ended up flying back around to Eren and Rafael's location. They both landed on the ground before unhooking their wires.

"Jack! We're medieval spidermen!" Miko raised her hand to Jack, causing Eren to raise an eyebrow in confusion. "C'mon, Jack, don't leave me hanging!"

Jack rolled his eyes and smiled before raising his hand. Miko then slapped it hard before screaming with excitement.

"What...was that?" Eren tilted his head in confusion, causing all three to stare at him.

"What was what?" Jack asked.

"Why did she slap your hand?" Eren asked.

"Wait, you guys don't have high fives?!" Miko exclaimed.

"'High fives'?" Eren repeated, causing Miko to groan in annoyance.

"I don't think high fives have even been around for that long," Jack reasoned.

"But why do you do it?" Eren asked, "What's the point of slapping someone else's hand like that?"

"Just a show of good faith," Rafael answered, "Like a 'job well done' or 'we completed the task together'. That kind of thing."

"It's easy," Jack reassured as he raised his palm, "Just slap my hand."

Eren stared at Jack's hand with caution before raising his own and hitting his palm lightly.

"C'mon, Eren! A little more force!" Miko told him.

Eren tried again, but following Miko's advice, he practically slapped Jack's hand. It did sting his hand a little bit, but Jack wasn't fazed at all.

"There we go, that's better!" Jack praised him.

"And you guys do this all the time?" Eren asked.

"Pretty much," Rafael answered.

"What about the others?" Eren pointed behind him, trying to gesture to the Autobots.

"Some of them do it," Jack explained.

"But we both know Doc and Boss Bot won't," Miko added, "I think Bulk mentioned something about the Wreckers having their own handshake."

"Can I try again?" Eren asked. He kind of liked this moment of inclusion. However, he didn't like the mischievous look on Miko's face.

"Up high!" Miko raised her hand up in the air, and Eren was able to give her a high five.

"Down low!" Miko lowered her hand and laid out an open palm. Eren was about to hit it, but she swiped her hand away before he could.

"Too slow!" Miko grinned in victory.

"Hey, Miko," Jack scolded.

"C'mon! This is the first time we can actually pull that off!" Miko retorted, "Everyone else on Earth knows it."

Rafael ignored them and merely raised his hand up. "Thanks for helping me out up there."

Eren smiled at Rafael before giving the pre-teen a high five. "You're welcome, Raf."

"Hey, Eren, I got another one for you!" Miko proclaimed eagerly.

"No," Jack warned her.

"Boo!" Miko jeered at him.

(The Walls wouldn't know anything about a high five so I figured the TFP kids would introduce it. Anyway, 75 and 13 have been asked. The rest is free game.)

[fairlyang]

Daydreamin’ 🩰

daydreamin' by ariana grande but it's gwen thinking about miles when she's back home

w/c: 731

tags: fluff, gwen missing miles, rent free in her head, fluff

You walked in

Caught my attention

When Gwen got thrown into the middle of Times Square she was instantly confused and shocked to find she wasn't in her own New York. Her spidey sense led her to Visions Academy, for what reason? She was unsure until she was hanging by her locker and felt this instant energy with some guy.

It was weird and it's nothing like anything she's ever experienced, it felt different and special. She knew she had to stick around to get the answers she needed.

A few days later she's in a psychics class when that guy walked in, her spidey sense was going crazy. Interesting.

I've never seen

A man with so much dimension

He wasn't like anyone she's ever stumbled upon, he had to be special because she's never had this much of a reaction towards someone.

And maybe it wasn't just the spidey sense.

There was something about him that she couldn't lay her finger on. What was it?

She tried her hardest to push away the thought that he sure did have a cute smile. She had to figure things out and not get distracted.

It's the way you walk

The way you talk

The one you make me feel inside

But she really couldn't help it. Especially when she felt someone bump into her and low and behold it was him. He gave her a semi-awkward introduction and right after, she gave hers.

She thought hers was even worse because she kept babbling on about being South African, was he even listening?

It's in your smile

It's in your eyes

I don't wanna wait for tonight

She rambled on with no care in the world and admired the way his eyes glistened while looking back at her. Then afterwards the little smile he gave her before gently grabbing her shoulder.

Suddenly all hell breaks loose when his hand is stuck onto her hair and she's trying her hardest to help him relax, now knowing he was just like her, but him seeming oblivious.

And unfortunately she had to shave a part of her hair off, it did piss her off for the rest of the school day until she calmed herself and couldn't really blame him. He was clearly new at this, and she ended up confirming that theory when saving him and Peter B from Doc Ock.

So I'm daydreamin'

With my chin in the palm of my hands

About you

You

And only you

Got me

Then after a few days it all came to an end. She couldn't stop thinking about him. How could one boy that she knew for less than a week, live freely in in her thoughts?

She'd sit in her classes, chin on her palm and remember the memories of the first day she met him. Or even how she saw him briefly before then. She thought he was cute before and tried to ignore those thoughts not knowing he was going to end up changing her life.

That he was going to be the reason she'd be able to go back home but once she got there, there was nothing she wanted more than to go back to him.

To spend more time with him, swing together, chat about anything and everything possible. To give advice and help him with whatever he asked.

She grew bored of being in her dimension and without the friends she made. But more specifically Miles.

Daydreaming, with my chin in the palm of my hands

About you

You

And only you

Only you

How did she end up going to have such strong feelings towards a boy like that? Why can't she get him out of her head? Why was her heart thumping every time she daydreams of every moment she had with him? How was it possible for her to gain feeling towards him so quickly?

She hadn't seen him in weeks now and all she had was a Polaroid picture of her with him, and her memories.

Along with the dreams she'd end up sleeping to and waking up with. She wanted nothing more than to see his smile, hear his laugh, see him in his new and improved suit, that she thought looked great.

She loved how creative he was as well as how strong and intelligent he was. She missed him. A lot.

[moralesmilesanhour]

Ooh wait I forgot to do this. Seems like an appropriate time so [game show music plays]

Malika's official spiderverse ranking (REAL)!

(Excluding Miles G and Miles' family sorry guys)

Miles Morales ‼️

Duh. He's like, the Main Guy and the reason why most of us are here. He's weird!! He's lame!! He's smart and annoying about it!! Just like me fr 🔥🔥🔥 hope he gets therapy soon and maybe some meds

2. Hobie Brown

Lives up to his character description in every way possible. He IS an anarchist and he WAS in fact, "this cool the whole time". Bonus points for being the first guy to fuck off to his dimension the minute he did what he had to do (help the youth and ruin Miguel's day). Extra points for Gender

3. Pavitr Prabhakar

He just debuted and he's already got several iconic one-liners under his belt. Banger suit redesign and FAWK Marvel for that first costume ‼️ It's really the curly fringe that does it for me like EATTT

4. Margo Kess

Idgaf she's literally goated. Had she gotten more screen time slhe would've been number 3 tbh. She's here to slay and found a way to stay her ass at home while being part of an elite Spider Squad. Women in stem

5. Jessica Drew

"But she's on Miguel's side!" And wrdgaf 🤣 she beats bitches up not just with webs but with A MOTORCYCLE!! And she's one of the only Spideys not masked Jessica is literally here to clock in, do her job, and clock out. She's #real I can't take that away from her. Bonus points for Issa Rae

6. Spot

I know. Look, I KNOW. But this is quite literally one of the most genius and thematically-coherent supervillain reveals I have ever seen in a superhero movie. HE WAS THE BAGEL GUY I WAS SO GAGGED! I left the theater and had to stare at a wall like this is excellent usage of pre-existing comic book characters to further one of the movie's messages, which is to not underestimate people!

7. Gwen Stacy

DONT GET MAD AT ME FOR PUTTING HER BELOW SPOT I CAN EXPLAIN

Okay look, she's cool. She's a punk that does ballet and she is part of the Hailee Steinfeld Cool Girl Industrial Complex. But she hasn't done anything that blows my mind yet and she clearly wasn't taking Hobie's advice like girl sjdlslk. I also doc points for pissing me off so sorry to her. On god we gon get you a girlfriend and some therapy as well 🙏🏾

8. Miguel O'Hara

Ohh brother this guy STINKS‼️ But they went sooo crazy w his character design shout out to Kris Anka. Bonus points for Oscar Isaac but minus points again for throwing a trash can at a high schooler. He only eats cafeteria food and has NO BITCHES! But upon reading about his character backstory ive decided that this guy is so unhinged and pathetic that it is now comical. Therefore I can't hate him. LEWSER

9. Peter B Parker

Sorry peepaw we're gonna have to put you down. At least Miguel can say that he has strong principles and believes in his own flimsy theory out of trauma. Miguel also doesn't really know Miles, , but Peter MENTORED HIM. Bro literally helped train living, breathing proof that anything was possible and that there was no "right" way for Spider-Man's story to go and he still let Miguel convince him otherwise. YOU HAVE A BABY THAT WOULD NOT EXIST WITHOUT MILES! Sir you may be a genius but you are not smart. Then he has the nerve to insult this kid's intelligence multiple times like don't piss me off. The betrayal puts him lower than Miguel because you've disappointed me peepaw 💔 and put a coat on that baby. I love him but he SUCKS

That's it 🫶🏾 please don't take this too seriously these characters are not real and thus cannot read this and I'm also kind of joking here

[welcometololaland]

Fic Origin Story aka. Hyperfixations: the Original

A bunch of you tagged me back in this which is...fair because I should probably do my own if I'm going to expect people to tell me their life fic story. I'm SORRY I'm so obsessed with knowing about people it's a problem.

I'm living for all your responses please keep going I beg!

1. What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

I don't think it's a secret that I once upon a time wrote for the fandom that shall not be named, but my first fandom was actually Veronica Mars. I read fic on some website that no longer exists but was devoted entirely to LoVe (Logan/Veronica).

I never wrote and never left comments like a complete dick, but I was also 14 and it's like common knowledge I was a complete asshole as a child.

2. What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

For fic, it was a ridiculously terrible self-insert Veronica Mars story (except I inserted myself as a best friend not a love interest...interesting choice). I remember my character surfed and made people eat Vegemite. Which...I can't surf and I'm not even going to address the Vegemite thing.

I think I was 14. It never saw the light of day thank GOD.

3. What's a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

Wait, and find something you're really passionate about. I'd get stuck on a bunch of chaptered fics that seemed like good ideas but I had no real fire for. Then Speak for Yourself happened and I was like damn, this is what writing is supposed to feel like.

Also, don't write in the second person. Who does that? (me, I did that)

4. What's an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

A. The day @everwitch-magiks left me a comment and changed my life by ushering me into a group of fandom friends and lighting the RWRB fire.

B. The day @rmd-writes dropped into my inbox with a gentle 'hey, do you want to let me in your doc for beta purposes?' and then took up residence and never left my G drive / heart.

5. Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

I have regret for accepting this suggestion. The below fic is a Hunger Games fic I wrote originally in 2013? but i reposted it to Ao3 in 2020 (shame - why did I do that). Also, note use of second person - a bold fucking choice that did not pay off 😂:

Time is something that you seem to forever wish for, and never seem to get. It feels like your whole life has been spent trying to grasp time with a firm hand and will it to stand still. It seems like you race against a clock ticking more rapidly with every day that passes. As all humans, your days are finite. But as the particular person that you are, chosen to lead a sick, twisted life of triumph and tragedy, the days slip by you so fast it feels like it is over before it has really had the chance to begin.

This is from my newest fic (which is somehow approaching 40k and only 3.5/10 chapters) 😬😬😬

TK rolls his eyes. “You’re pretty unobservant for a private investigator,” he murmurs. “If one more person offers to buy you a drink, I’m going to buy you a wedding ring and force you to wear it.”

“You’re— What?”

“I’m jealous,” TK says drily, arching an eyebrow in Carlos’ direction. “Didn’t realise I needed to spell it out for you.”

Carlos frowns. “Of annoying hedge fund managers trying to buy me overpriced drinks and talk me into heli-skiing?”

“Hedge fund managers in Austin?” TK smirks. “Oh baby, you found a good one.”

Not tagging anyone because I already spammed a bunch of people but tagging @reyesstrand @carlos-in-glasses @rmd-writes because you tagged me back and @clottedcreamfudge because you taught me how to be ridiculous and now you must deal with the consequences of your actions.

[hg-deranged-edition]

omgee I got tagged in a fic tagging game by @floredaqueen YIPPEEEEEEEEEE

20 Questions for Fic Writers (& Artists)

1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?

I GOT 5 BUT TWO ARE TOTAL BULLSHIT

2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?

I GOT 6,739 WORDS POSTED ONTO MY ACCOUNT TOTAL. 1,049 ARE BULLSHIT

3. What fandoms do you write for?

CURRENTLY ONLY THE HARRINGROVE FANDOM/WHEN I EVENTUALLY COLLECT ENOUGH BRAINCELLS I WILL WRITE FOR MORE. BUT THIS IS ALL I CAN MANAGE TO THINK ABOUT SORRY

4.What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. IN WHICH BASIL THINKS OF HOW DEEPLY HE LOVES (OMORI)

2. AS THE WORLD CAVES IN (OMORI)

3. THE GREAT SUNKISSED RAMBLE (OMORI)

4. LOL MY PFP FOR YOU SWEETIES

(THE TWITTER ACCOUNT THE IMAGE WAS LINKED TO HAS BEEN GONE FOR ALMOST 3 YEARS BECAUSE I GOT MY ASS SUSPENDED)

5. God’s Very Simple and Love Shouldn’t Burn (Stranger Things) (I literally posted this today)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I LOVE COMMENTS I LOVE LOVE LOVE I RESPOND TO EVERYTHING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LEAVR ME COMMENTS PELA

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The one I posted today. God’s very simple and love doesn’t burn. YAY

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ummm Basil thinks about how deeply he loves? The other one is just a dream a character has lmao

8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?

None I can think of, no! No hate so far that is so oresome

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

my lawyers advice me not to answer this question

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No. Sometimes I write crack but that’s for myself and I’ve never really posted it anywhere, only shared it among friends.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. I don’t write enough for there to be anything like that lmao

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

*taps the previous answer*

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically I partook in a huge google doc with my friends that got so ginormous it crashed some of our pcs. And also text messages with me get crayzay

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Soriku. No question.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I wil not answer this question because I am praying to god I WILL write it

16. What are your writing strengths?

Long rants about how a guy is feeling rn guys I’m so sad like you don’t understand guys strap in for the next 400 words about my despair in this maximum 1k fic

(They would have loved me in another century were I born English or German or French. Alas!)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

writing.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Ganz einfach. خۆ هەر ئەیکەم

19. First fandom you wrote for?

first thing I published was for omori OH GOD WAIT NO MY WATTPAD ERA. it’s ok guys I only posted a prologue phew

20. Favorite fic you've written?

As the world caves in. But no one understands my dark twisted mind

Suggested tags. These are super high pressure. If you don’t play the game you will die, go to hell and have your family follow. Your wife and kids are toast bro.

@intothedysphoria @thatgirlwithasquid @dragonflylady77 the curse has been passed on

[harveyhawkscripts]

[M4A] Penn's Advice for a New Reporter [Hylian Listener] [Totk] [Slight Totk Spoilers]

AN: So, funny story. I have contracted Bird Brain for the reporter pelican. Here’s a short script just to test the waters and clear the remaining writer’s block fog. Feel free to let me know if I need more practice with his character. Penn is hard to, well, pin despite all of his available dialogue. If you like this, however, I’d be happy to write for Penn again some time! Soar long, friends! 

One more thing! I may do more of these shorter fandom scripts between my original character scripts, just to keep the creative juices flowing. I'm thinking Beastwars Dinobot next :)

Google Doc

Usage:

- Okay for monetization

- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)

- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.

Synopsis: The listener is a new reporter for the Lucky Clover Gazette. As they prepare for their first assignment, they meet a Rito named Penn who offers to give them some advice.

Key:

[SFX and Action]

(.) Short Pause

(...) Longer pause

(Voice instruction)

Word Count: 686

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[Fire crackling] 

PENN:

Hey, you're a fresh face around here. I bet you're here for the new issue, huh? It's a good one. My partner and I chased down the big story. It turned out – well, I'll just let you read it yourself.

(.) Wait, you're a new reporter? That's great! Welcome to the Lucky Clover Gazette! I’m Penn, eye-in-the-sky and seasoned journalist.

(.)

Nice to meet you. By that look on your face, I’m guessing you’re not sure where to start. Reminds me of my partner when he first started out. How about I show you the ropes? (.)

Leave it to me! I’m always happy to take a fledgling reporter under my wing. Why don’t we sit by the fire for a while and I can give you some tips and tricks.

(.)

Great! Just stick with me and you’ll have a front-page article in no time.

(.)

Me? I’m headed to Foothill Stable. I’ve heard chirps and warbles of strange happenings in Eldin…

(Softly) Not to mention rumors of her…

Huh? Nobody! Forget I said anything; I shouldn’t be flapping my beak if I don’t know for sure. So, um, what got you interested in reporting?

(.)

You needed a new job after the Upheaval? What did you do before?

(.)

The castle library! So, you must’ve seen the Upheaval firsthand! It’s a good thing you’re alright; I heard some civilians were injured.

(.)

Phew! So no one was badly hurt. It’s a shame about your job, though. But hey, maybe this can be a new start for you! You get to travel to some spectacular places in this job.

(.)

Oh, yeah. Akkala is especially beautiful this time of year. One thing at a time, though. Let me give you some advice to get you started.

(.)

The first thing you need to remember is to always listen, and not just to people. Listen to how the wind picks up, listen to your gut, and especially listen to little birdies.

(.)

Oh yeah. Why do you think people say, “a little birdie told me”? It’s because they’re the best sources of information! They typically fly higher than us Rito, so they see a lot of what goes on down below. They’re up to date on the latest rumors, and they spread information quickly between regions. If you want a fresh scoop, always ask a little birdie.

(.)

My second piece of advice is to look up!

(.)

Hahah, that’s some enthusiasm! I didn’t mean now, buddy. I just mean in general. Plenty of people miss what’s above them because they’re looking forward - or sometimes backwards. Take the time to properly observe your surroundings, and you’ll notice something that would have gone over your head. Which leads to my next point…

(.)

Look down!

(.)

Heh, love the hustle, rookie! There's nothing there, though. Not now, anyway. I just mean as you look high, you should also look low. You never know what you might find. The point is to search places that are often overlooked. 

(.)

I do have one last tip. Have confidence in your work. You may not get the scoop you’re looking for every time, but don’t let that discourage you. Every truth uncovered, every person helped means way more than having your article featured on the front page. At the end of the day, we do this to bring justice and truth to the good people of Hyrule!

(.)

(Flattered) Have I? I mean, of course I’ve been helpful! I’m sure you appreciate the help, new as you are. My partner also needed me to get him started, and now he can chase down a lead like no one’s business. I’m sure with enough practice you’ll be at our level in no time!

(.)

Oh yeah, I can tell. You’ve got that spark in your eye. 

(.)

No problem! 

Anyway, I better get pecking away at my new assignment. The last time there was trouble at Foothill Stable things got… weird. Who knows where this next lead will take me?

(.)

Anytime! If you ever need guidance, just come to your pal, Penn. I’d be happy to lend a wing to a fellow reporter.

(.)

Soar long!

[Wings flapping]

END

[voidselfshipp]

Bonfire Talks

Cw: none as far as im aware.

Summary: How Tubarao and I get together.♡

>Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Isaac knew he was a goner the moment he saw her, standing there ready to welcome him to rainbow. She smiled politely,offering her hand and saying-- Im Jerico Castro,My callsign's tarantula. Nice to meet you,Isaac.

His heart skipped a beat,he smiled a little meek and shook her hand-- Nice to meet you,Jerico.

--Just Jer is fine-- her skin feels soft as he holds her hand with gentle care. As he lets go he mourns not being able to feel her warmth-- Im guessing doc Will show you to your quarters?

--Yes,he will-- Tubarao answered-- Hes going to show me around in a few hours.

--Heh,hes a busy Man. Ill make sure he doesnt forget-- She smiled all friendly and said-- Well,I have some stuff to do but welcome to Rainbow.

--Thank you

She left him in the cafeteria,taking his heart with her. His eyes lingered on her form,the swaying of her hips, he messes with the collar of his t-shirt and looks at the floor.

--Phew...--He breathes out,face Warm.

As they days passes and he settled,he began to see his crush more often. She'd greet him in the halls,invite him over to sit with her at the cafeteria. She made sure he didnt feel alone,it was really nice.

Tarantula has proven to be so charming,so sweet. He couldnt stop smiling around her,and his good friend blackbeard couldnt help but tease him about it as both work out in the gym.

--You know, youre not the first one..and you sure as shit wont be the last --The american elbowed his friend Gently,smirking-- Everyonce in a while somebody comes in and falls at their feet.

--Cut it out,Craig--isaac said between breaths as he lifts some weights--Why tease me if you know this has happened before?

--Youre such a puppy over it. If ya had a tail,it'd be waggin'. --The SEAL chuckled, Being a shit spotter-- "Oh yes Jer id love to sit with you!", "I can totally get you another refill you dont need to move,like,ever"

--Quit it!--the other Man chided with his face a little red-- So what If I have a crush on her? Shes wonderful.

--Ive seen it all before,just ask her out as quick as you can-- Blackbeard adviced, helping him settle the weights on the hooks--Thats usually the best way to go about It. From the looks she gives you,id say shes into you.

Tubarao sat up and Turned back to his friend--Looks?

--Cmon Man...--His friend sounded a little disconcerted-- She gives you the warmest looks when you come in,shes all smiles and she stands really close to you.

Well,its not like he hasnt noticed It. He did,he just always gets a little flustered when thinking about It. He clears his throat and says-- Wouldnt even know where to take her.

--Doesnt even need to be somewhere outside from here. The guys here make a firepit every once in a while, Maybe you can organize one for the two of you.

--Wouldnt that be too obvious?

--Not if youre upfront about it.

Isaac sighed and got up from the bench-- ill sleep on it...--And he began walking towards his bag,to Grab his bottle of water.

--Yeah,well,dont oversleep.

--Youre such a dad with your jokes-- the portuguese Man chuckled. He opens his bottle and drinks from it, unaware of the grin that spreads across his friend's face.

--Uh-huh yeah...--Blackbeard leans on the bar of the weights,feeling particularly mischevious-- Oh hey,dude look! Thats jer comin'

Tubarao chokes on his water,and coughs as he looks around--Where?, wait- hows my hair?? How do I look?

Craig explodes into laughter,holding his face in his hands as his shoulders rise and fall with his laughs--Oh my god!

--Youre the worst!--The other Man said,grabbing his jacket,balling it up and throwing it at him,missing by an inch.

--Good luck Next time!--the american said between laughs.

Behind Isaac somebody approaches,silent. A gentle hand is placed on his shoulder, the skin soft against his shoulder,and so warm.

--Hey,Isa?--Jerico called Gently,not wanting to spook the guy. He whips his head around and sees her,wearing casual clothes and smiling a little. She seems to have heard Craig's laugh,and the joy got transmitted to her too.

Her gaze is soft,endeared,like shes happy theyre happy too. Her smile is just the same way,and she looks adorable and just so pretty. Its such a raw show of her empathy.

--Oh shit-- Blackbeard said,genuienly unaware she was actually here. He Turned around and promptly Walked away to give his friend some privacy and save face.

--Whats his problem?--Jer asked,quickly diverting her gaze to the leaving Man without moving her head.

Isaac,with his face warm with both flusteredness and slight annoyance at his friend, shrugs--Lord knows. Uh..what did you need?

--Oh,Well I was just going to tell you that Wolfguard has a meeting in like twenty minutes-- Tarantula explained-- I figured you'd be here and didnt read the text. Its a bit of an imprompty thing,but Ghosteyes has a bit of intel pertinent to the Deimos case.

Tubarao nodded--Oh,thanks..--He smiled a little and realized her hand was still on his shoulder. His face reddens and he coughs a little.

--Yeah,its nothing--her hand falls Gently across his bicep and  then tucks into her pocket. --How much weight are you lifting by now?--She asked.

--'bout 25kg on each side?--He scratched the back of his neck.

--Yoo,holy shit. I weight about 50 kg,you could totally lift me. --Was that a subtle hint? Maybe?. He chose to take it as such.

He chuckles and says-- Can I try?

She let out a snort and nodded--Yeah,sweep me off my feet,Sailor boy.

Isaac feels his face warm up, but still,he wraps his arms around her hips and lifts her right up without issue. She squealed and grabbed his shoulders,eyes wide.

He chuckled,meeting her gaze with this raw softness,like bathing in cotton-- Hey,I Wont let you fall. Its okay. --And he means it. Thats his philosophy,no casualties in the field and no domestic accidents.

Ever so slowly,she lets go of his shoulders and seems surprise that he can hold her up for so Long. He laughs lovingly at her surprise.

This close allows him to smell her perfume,green Apple,jasmine And lemon mixing together. Its such a nice scent. And her warmth pressed against him,he almost wants to lean in to be closer.

--Dont hurt yourself--She said sheepishly.

--Nah,dont worry about me. I barely feel it--He answered with a slight shrug.

--Hah,okay, tough guy. Set me down, I gotta go-- he does as hes told though his arms dont let go of her. She doesnt seem particularly bothered,her face is warm but she likes it.

--Hey,actually...--Isaac tries to arm himself of some courage and he asks--Are you free tonight?

--Yeah...why?

--I was-uh thinking we could make a little bonfire. Beer,snacks?--He smiles,just a little sheepish.

--Oh,id love that. Id like something fun that doesnt require me to get out of base-- Jerico answered,her hands resting on his chest. She can feel the way his heartbeat presses against her Palms like his heart is trying to tear his way out of his chest towards her so she May hold it.

Maybe there was no need to clarify,but he does-- I..mean it as a date.

--Thats fine with me-- She admitted,with this smile that felt a little like a teen being in love. Its clear shes trying not to grin from ear to ear. He wouldnt mind,he loves her smile- he loves seeing her happy.

--I..really like you,you know?-- He looked away,having ti fight himself just so he didnt get so shy he wasnt able to talk. He wasnt too much of a meek person, but he really just doesnt want to mess this up.

--I like you too,Isaac--Tarantula smiled and Gently pressed her face agains this trapezi, Like she was hugging him-- Youre very sweet,and really nice.

He squeezes her in his embrace,and nuzzled the side of her face-- youre very sweet too. -- and he had to hold back a waterfall of compliments,because he'd never shut up about her.

--Thanks...--She Gently pulled back,meeting his gaze. Those brown eyes were so,so soft, like melting chocolate-- you can text me the details later,yeah? I really need to go.

Tubarao nodded and Gently pulled away,breaking the hug--Okay,what uhm...do you have to do?

--Need to get the viperstrike peeps too. And I think Jackal's sleeping for once, but I do need to get him.

--Ah,poor guy.

--Yeah,im almost tempted to let him sleep....--She admitted-- ill decide on the way,maybe join him in bed for a few hours. Ill see.

He chuckled-- hey,never say no to some good shut-eye

--Hear hear-- she agreed,fully breaking the hug-- See you tonight,Isa.

--Yeah...see you tonight.--She leaves him right after. Hes smiling from ear to ear,and just when shes out of earshot craig joins him with a grin.

--Look at you go! Casanova over here-- He teased-- Aaand?

--I cant waste time with your teasing--tubby said,Grabbing his things and then his jacket which was still in a ball on the floor from when he had thrown it.--I have a date to prepare.

--Heyyyyy! Thats my boy!--he cheered-- Go right on a head,Man. Dont let me stop you. Get that girl.

--Dont gotta tell me twice--Isaac laughed. Then,he said goodbye and left for the showers with this face hurting grin.

-♡-

Night settled over Hereford base,and though a little cold and misty,the bonfire was going well and Burning bright and warm. Tubarao sat on one of the plastic Chairs,wondering if Rainbow could spare some budget to better seats, but he just sighs and makes sure the Cooler is sitting beside him in wait.

Around him the night blanketed the small forest and lake within the Hereford base. Night birds singing away,the leaves rustling. The kind of night that lends itself for deep talks.

Few feet away was Jerico,walking with a quick walking pace towards him. He smiles and fixes his hair a little. Tonight he wore some casual shoes,a nice form fitting jeans with a hoodie under a leather jacket. All in blacks and dark blues.

--Hi,hi,good evening--Jerico said,when she was close enough. He sees she wears black jeans,shoes and a fluffy looking hoodie in a pretty brown-- Made it on time?

He checked his phone-- Yeah,a little early by five minutes. I had to get the bonfire started-- he smiled--Thank you for sending me that shopping list,did a snack run for the both of us.

She smiled,sitting down beside him and meeting his gaze she answers--Youre so sweet,thank you so much.

--Its nothing,really-- He opened the Cooler,grabbing two cans of soda and popping them open--There we go. --She takes the drink and sees him rummage around the container beside him-- I got those tiny wafers too. Here you go-- he hands them another packet-- I got those wafers you told me about. Went to that Argentine store you told me about and...--As he hands her the packet, he sees her smiling wide. He looks a little confused.

--Oh...--She seem to notice his expression-- Nothing. Its just...you remembered. Thats sweet-- she takes the packet and opens it--Here,theyre sooo good.

He grabs one of the tiny wafers and eats it. Its crunchy,sweet,chocolate-y. His eyes widen and he smiles--its so tasty.

--Right?--She said with a grin--i used to eat these all the time when I was a teen. Seamus would have to rip them away from my hand just so I wouldnt give myself indigestion.

Tubarao laughed, a sound sweet and genuiene--Ive heard you and your brother were Real menaces when you two joined.

--Yeah,we were. Even if Seam trusted Thatch,mute and Smoke, it still felt like us against the world. Like its always been--she answered,eyes looking at the bonfire's flames dancing slowly,bathing the nearby things in beautiful Orange light. --We're still inseparable,though. We love eachother very much.

--I can tell--he looked at how gorgeous the Fire reflected off of her. How the light made her look like a shinning sun, keeping her warm. Her gaze is soft,calm. Shes so beautiful...

After taking a sip of her coke,she eats one of the wafers.--Hes happy we're each doing our separate lives,somewhat,but we've always been together and stuck like glue. When we go back to our hometown,we kind of become one in the same. I think we've finished eachothers sentence once,and we tend to talk at the same time,unprompted.

--Woah,im sure you gave the townsfolk quite a spook at first--He snickered-- Thats some The Shinning bullshit.

--Hah! You said it. But instead of twins its just me,and a 6+,wall of muscle bald scotsman.

--Still terrifying.

Jerico laughs and nodds, along. Hes always loved how joyous and genuine it is. Its like the sun is shining down at him when he makes her laugh--Hmm,yeah. fair. How about you though?

He considered it for a moment,looking up at the night Sky. He looks beautiful, lost in thought and relaxed in her presence. Its really an honor to see him vulnerable.

--I was raised in an archipielago, we'd be hit by Earthquakes and underwater eruptions..--He began,recalling the flooded streets of his home. His gaze softens just a little more with pity.

--im sorry,that must have been hard.

--thank you, but it taught me the value in working together, of mutual aid--He explained,tapping on he cool coke can-- and those lessons came with me everywhere I went. Even when I started doing amateur Athlete biking and Kayaking. I always went to help my Peers, even at the cost of my performance.

--Thats...Really sweet--Jeri scooted closer,leaning in to show shes interested.

His eyes turn to her,noticing her movement and proximity. He smiles a little sheepish-- I went on boating trips with my dad,and I learn how to fix his ship, I realized the sea was my second home.

She smiles too-- Yeah, I kind of get that. I have that happen to me with the beach,I just love it there.

--Its peaceful,isnt it? With the sound of the waves and the seaguls-- he leans in too,out of instinct.

--Yeah,and pretty. At night and at sunset...--She answered,her eyes lost in his as she talks--your dad still owns that ship?

--Yeah, he does-- He confirmed,forgetting all about his drink that hes barely touched-- Its nice,maybe you should meet it.

--Id like that-- jerico agreed-- Maybe you can come with me and meet the beaches of Argentina. Theyre so pretty.

--Id like that too-- both chuckle at how hopelssly they are into the other. Then,they continue talking about pretty much anything. From beach and sailing trips to their own experiences with gender.

Hes happy she understands how it is to feel different in your body,how sometimes your gender is something specific just to you- with little details that maybe dont "fit" anywhere else.

Isaac feels at ease, hes with someone like him. And he asks all about how she sees her own gender,and hes marveled at the range. It shifts like waves,changes Like the seasons and blooms like the flowers in spring.

To be Tarantula,in his eyes,was to be unique.

Before they knew it, the night drew to a close. But before they left for bed,both went up one of the towers in Hereford Base to watch the sunrise.

Pink,yellow and Orange began to push trough the black Sky. The sun slowly rising in a ball of Firey Orange. Isaac Gently hugs Jeri by the waist,feeling particularly braver now that he knew jer better.

He nuzzles the side of her head,breathing in the scent of her shampoo. She giggles and one of her arms rise to wrap around his neck as her back meets his strong chest.

With the first Rays of sunlight on them,tubarao looks down at his fellow agent,his friend and possibly more. He had realized something about her as they spoke,she always helped everyone...

But who helped her back?

The answer was that it was a mutual thing,but he wanted to be part of It. He wanted it so,so bad.

Gently,he tugs at her hoodie,she looks up to meet his gaze and he Gently turns her to face him by carefully grabbing behind her elbow. She seems to understand,and moves to meet him chest against chest.

He shakes off his jacket and puts it over her shoulders,using this to then move his hands up to her face and hold her like melting gold. Like she might slip through his fingers.

--May I?--He whispered,voice barely carrying over the wind.

--Yeah...--She replied,leaning in and allowing her eyes to close.

Isaac copies her move and kisses her tenderly,calmly. He expected nothing more than to share this with her,at whatever pace came. Hes relaxed,he takes his time gladly and allows her to move,to find where shes most comfortable.

They move like hes the Ocean and shes the shore,inseparable,inheritly meant to be together. He kissed her like how the sun kissed the sea as it Rose from the horizon,like how the air dances through the treetops And shakes the boughs as it comes and goes.

His hands stay on her face,only moving to grip the neck of his jacket to tug her closer before slowly moving down to meet behind her Lower back.

Jerico,meanwhile,felt her heart flutter like butterflies around a flower. Feeling the calmness of his ebb and flow fill her and take all the breath from her lungs,only to breathe life back into her. She melts against him,trusting Him in this moment as she traces the divots of his sides,feeling his heartbeat against her Palms.

Both feel the other be alive, Wether by breath or the pulsung of their heart. Its all they center on,and the world all falls appart. Theres nothing to do,nothing to worry about. Not now. And tomorrow could wait just a little longer for both of them.

They must have spent minutes up there,between gentle kisses and lovesick laughs. But eventually they do need to leave,to rest. They had enough sick days to at least sleep the day off.

Isaac,being raised well, takes Jerico to her room. Shes about to hand him back the jacket but he stops her.

--Hand it over tomorrow-- He said,knowing what fate awaited his jacket.

--Youre never getting it back if you let me do that.

He gives her a brief kiss,and smiles-- I can live with that-- he gives her a wink and she laughs and gives him a kiss.

--Good night,Isa.

--Good night,Jer. Rest well-- he gives her this tender gaze,smiling wide. He looks at her like she hung the sun in the Sky.

--You too-- She answered,and got into her room.

Isaac smiles, and instead of going to bed he goes to find Blackbeard to tell him everything, even if hes sleep deprived to shit.

His friend says something along the lines of "dude go the fuck to sleep? What are you doing here awake??holy shit-"

But tubarao only Man handled Him to sit down at the cafeteria and told him everything about the date.

In the end,the portuguese Man slept the whole day. He knows its worth it, and he'd do it over and over again.

[manawitchyt]

NSB: The Prequel

Chapter 7

Story starts after the cut

Anunux leaves the Cantina and heads to Doc#7 to grab something to eat and ponders her thoughts. A: I can't believe Hondo would treat me like that. I guess i learned the hard way not to trust a Scoundrel. Mmm this is delicious! wow, so good. Varp, it even smells good.

After eating Anunux seems to be in a better mood. She heads home to grab the lightsaber she had hid under her mattress. It wasn't the best place to hide it but she had no other choice. She didn't want to be stopped by the roaming First Order troopers and be caught with it.

She didn't get stopped on her way, thank the Jedi. She stuffed as much of her stuff as she could into the satchel on her hip. Now she needs to find HIM and deal with that mess before her ship leaves without her.

She looks all over this SithKriffin outpost and she can't find a single hint of HIM.

A:What the Frack, he is usually right over here. I swear if he makes me miss my Ship, He can go Shutta it up with Hondo instead of me! That Spit better show him self soon!

The search continues.

On the way back to her place, she sees a familiar face in the crowd.

A:MOM! what are you doing here?

M: I was just going to leave you a note. I wanted to apologize. I got really scared and upset and it wasn't fair to you how I reacted to your news.

Anunux and her Mother talked for a good long while. They worked out how they would talk to each other once she got to her new world.

M: You better leave me a few messages while on route. I won't get them for a bit due to the Hyperspeed delivery system. Wiping away a tear, You better send me a voice message THE moment you land on the new world.

Her mom then gave her great advice on how to enjoy her time off planet, and how to update her translator if it stopped working and a million things that mothers have to say when thier children are leaving them.

A: How did you and Dad manage to make friends on a new planet? M: It was hard at first, but once we were given our disguises it was much easier to blend in and be accepted into the new surroundings and cultures. Its hard being a Sixam in this part of the galaxy.

A: What about me? I didn't have a disguise growing up. I didn't find it very hard to be accepted.

M: You look almost like a young Twi'lek. People just assumed you had a tenticle malformation and never mentioned it, thank the stars! We didn't want or need too many questions asked.

A: WAIT a minute! You let people believe I was a Twi'lek? Oh My Stars MOM! You have no idea the kinds of Sleemos I had to fend off. I just thought they were creeps, now you are telling me its because they thought I was... I'm not even going to say it.

M: It was our only option!! Little Sixums can't control thier disguises. You would have ended up looking like our neighbour who got stuck as a Loth-cat.

M: And besides there is nothing wrong with being a Twi'lek. They are a honorable ancient race.

A: Yup, a not well respected one on this world mom. So how can I disguise myself on this new world? Its so primitive it hasn't been claimed by the Empire yet.

M: The council wont be happy but ill show you...

Anunux's mother shows her how to properly disguise herself. It's a lot harder than Anunux realizes. The shifting is not a skill that comes easy to her, But she tries her best.

A: Ok maybe if you don't look at me *makes a weird scrunched up face* There, how's this?

M: AHHHH!!! What the Frell is was that. Did you even try?

A: *laughing* Well with that kind of reaction I guess I didn't disguise myself. Did I at least change colour? You turned Pale Blue! *Laughing even harder*

They laugh like old times. They both know they will miss each other so much.

M: I'll miss you my little Nux. I will love you until the stars go dark and the Universe stops spinning.

A: Mom I'm not dying, I'm just going on an adventure. We will see each other again I'm sure of it!

A: When you retire you can come out and live with me.

M: That would be lovely place to retire. I've got to rush back to twin falls outpost. Vi is waiting for an update on some geo samples I picked up.

A: I love you too Mom.

Im leaving it on a sad bit, sorry. Thanks for reading my NSB:TP ch. 7 thread.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 22b

*Warning Adult Content*

MINE - Part 2

"Five minutes."

"What?"

"We're waiting five more minutes and then we'll go in there together if the Doc hasn't already come out with some news," Josie says, softening her tone. "I got your back, okay? Always."

Knox nods and bites the inside of his jaw to keep from getting choked up.

It's been a long time since he's felt this... low.

This worthless.

This hopeless and utterly exhausted.

Like nothing will ever go right no matter how hard he pushes himself.

The last time he felt like this had been when his mother passed away and that was several years ago.

He'd felt whatever it is that was beyond numb, and the support that he desperately needed was nonexistent.

These days, he feels like he's barely holding on but he's grateful because he doesn't have to go through life's dips alone anymore.

His brothers are great but they're also the opposite of sensitive.

Their advice usually falls along the line of 'You'll get over it, bro. Drink a beer and stop stressing.'

By far, Josie is the best at providing comfort and encouragement.

Knox would always joke about how she should go back to school to become a therapist.

"Oof. Somebody just woke up," Josie giggles, reaching for Knox's hand.

She places it where hers had been on her stomach and his eyes light up when he feels a little kick.

"It still boggles my mind that there's a human being growing in there."

"You ready for them to come out?" Knox asks.

"I don't know. Some days I think I'm ready for motherhood, and some days... I... I feel like a hot mess who doesn't deserve to be anyone's mother," Josie confesses, tears welling up in her eyes. "Sorry. My hormones are all over the place right now."

Knox doesn't have a therapist hat that he can put on, so he's shit at giving advice.

He does the only thing he can think of and pulls Josie in for a brief hug, allowing her to have her moment.

They separate when the door to the bedroom opens and the doctor steps out with his supplies.

"How is he?" Knox blurts out.

"Stressed," Keith answers. "And mildly dehydrated but Mr. Robinson will live to see another day. I gave him my wife's card..."

"Great. You think he's going crazy," Knox mutters, growing uneasy. "This is bullshit."

"No, it's real life. My wife is a licensed psychologist who specializes in trauma, which he exhibits symptoms of," Keith clarifies, defensively. "She can help him. I told Mr. Robinson the first five sessions will be free. She's spoken with a few of you before, so of course everything will be kept off record. Whether Mr. Robinson reaches out or not is up to him but in the meantime, keep fluids in him and... uh, try to keep your 'club business' out of his sight."

Feeling unrightfully judged, Knox narrows his eyes and steps forward with clenched fists.

"Thanks for coming out on such short notice, Doc," Josie moves to stand in front of Knox while waving for Keith to hustle his ass down the hall. "Your money is waiting for you in the kitchen with Gavin. Safe travels back home. Goodbye."

"You all take care now," Keith nods, then speed walks down the hall without looking back.

"I know you're itching to get in there, so tell Everett I'll check on him later," Josie squeezes Knox's arm, pulling his attention back to her. "If you need anything, you know where to find me. And don't forget about what I said earlier..."

"Your sermon is saved, Red," Knox taps at his temple.

They share another hug before she turns around and leaves.

A good portion of the tension that'd been wrecking his body dissipates when he enters his bedroom and sees Everett sitting up going through one of his many shopping bags.

"Hey. You should be resting, not... doing whatever the hell you're doing."

"I've got to find it."

Everett ignores him and continues with his search.

He doesn't hear the door close or the lock switch.

He doesn't acknowledge Knox's presence when he sits on the bed, not until the bag gets snatched away from him.

"Hey. I was..."

"Not resting," Knox interjects, his voice soft but firm. "You should shower and get some sleep. It's been a long fucking day for the both of us."

Everett nods in agreement, breaking eye contact as he nervously fiddles with his hands on his lap.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "For sneaking off like I did. Today wouldn't have... Everything that happened today is all on me. I almost got my friends killed. I almost got you killed," his voice cracks and his pretty brown eyes glisten with fresh tears.

He quickly wipes them away before they fall.

"I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass. If you... If you want to send me back home, then I'd understand. I wouldn't hold it against you, I swear."

"Look at me, Everett."

"I am not sending you any fucking where. The thought has never crossed my mind," Knox places his index finger underneath Everett's chin, gently forcing his head up until their eyes meet.

"You're mine, do you hear me? Mine to protect. Mine to care for. Mine to..." the four letter word dies in Knox's throat.

He swallows hard before continuing.

"You're mine, kitten. I'm not letting you go."

'Not Yet.'

"Do you believe me?" Knox asks.

"Yes," Everett responds, reaching for Knox's hand.

He pulls it away from his face to kiss Knox's bruised knuckles.

"Are you in pain right now?"

"I..." Knox's heart swells with emotion at the tender gesture.

He shakes his head.

"I'm fine. How are you feeling?"

He can deal with a few bruised knuckles.

What he can't deal with is Everett's pale appearance and the absence of his smart mouth.

"Doc said you're stressed out, which I get but also dehydrated."

"Yeah, I'm a little lightheaded but other than that, I'm okay. I drank a bottle of water but I probably need to drink a few more before I go to sleep."

Knox nods in agreement.

"I was going to suggest the same thing."

"Also, I don't want to sleep in that other room anymore," Everett confesses. "Want to stay in here with you. Can I?"

Knox smirks.

"I planned to move your shit back in here after you went to sleep, so we're on the same page."

They share a laugh.

"Need you to be honest with me, kitten. Will you?"

Everett nods.

"What's on your mind?"

"I want to know what you and Finn argued about."

Everett doesn't hold anything back as he tells Knox about the argument he had with Finn.

Knox sits quietly and listens, his blank expression giving nothing away.

"I get it now. He was just looking out for you," Everett finishes. "Please don't be pissed at him whenever you see him again, okay? We've already apologized to each other through text. I'm over it."

"I'm not. He never should have let you out of his fucking sight," Knox grumbles.

"I almost knocked his head off with a hot frying pan. I would've let me leave if I were him," Everett laughs.

Knox grunts in response, softening a little.

"Can I have my bag back now? I was looking for something important before you rudely snatched it away."

"Looking for what?" Knox raises a brow, curious.

"I'm not telling you... yet," Everett grins, mischievously. "Now give me the damn bag."

Knox responds with a playful eye roll but does as he's told.

Everett resumes his search, soon letting out a high-pitched squeal when he finds the item that he had been looking for.

"Close your eyes," Everett orders. "Now."

Knox sighs.

"What the hell are you planning?"

"Just close your damn eyes, man."

Knox huffs and obeys, then Everett proceeds to rummage through his pants pockets.

When he finds Knox's keys, they jingle for several seconds and then Everett grabs Knox's left hand to give him the keys back.

Knox can't tell the difference in them until after Everett tells him to open his eyes.

"I saw it and immediately thought of you." Everett holds his breath as he watches Knox inspect the small keychain with a mixture of amusement and affection. "I-I know you're not really an accessories kind of guy, so you don't have to keep it on there if you don't..."

"I love it," Knox lightly traces his thumb along the tiny panda's head, unable to stop the blush from settling in his cheeks. "Can't even remember the last gift I received, so this is..."

A cute little panda with a beaming grin and one paw lifted in greeting.

A simple gift to some but a priceless gift to Knox.

"It means a lot. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Everett can't help but feel a sense of warmth spreading throughout his body.

He figured Knox might get a kick out of the silly keychain and laugh.

Nothing could've prepared Everett for this type of vulnerable reaction.

"There's one more thing I want to give you, though."

Knox finally looks up.

"What's that?"

"Me."

Everett places a hand on Knox's cheek, his heart pounding in his chest as he closes his eyes just before leaning in to press their lips together.

[zipzin]

The Law of Entropy Chapter 4: Does Life Hand You Lemons or Do You Grow Them Yourself? (Also on Ao3)

Ao3 is back up, so that means the next update!

Rosita’s eyes blinked open and she let out a hum, today she got to sleep in. One of the nicer things about being a grad student was that she didn’t have classes in the morning. There had been that one her first semester, but she swore never again. And her department had so far allowed her to keep that promise.

She stared up at the ceiling and counted to ten to try and will herself out of the cozy embrace of her comforter. On her fourth try, she managed to pull herself from bed and wander to her coffee maker.

In between last minute formatting changes and almost missing deadlines, she had managed to set it to automatically brew. She let out another hum after her first sip and felt some life flicker back from beneath her eyelids.

Rosita grabbed her phone and flicked the screen on. Wynonna hadn’t texted her. Not, that it mattered. No, in the two days that had passed since their very memorable time in a bathroom (and really why was it in a bathroom), she hadn’t heard anything from Wynonna.

She’d also mostly been studying. 

But still.

Not that she had reached out to her, Rosita reminded herself. Last night, during her shift, she’d managed not to break anything (thank god), but did overpour a couple drinks when they barely made eye contact across the bar.

Wynonna hadn’t come up to her once, sending Doc or Dolls or, on one occasion, going to Waverly when Rosita was getting stuff from the basement.

It was fine. Everything was fine.

She was not freaking out. She hadn’t thought about it at all. It was not distracting her from getting her paper finished in a reasonable hour. It was just a kiss. Between friends. Who were fake dating other people and couldn’t tell anyone else and needed to let off a little steam. Sure, they both thought the other was attractive, but that’s just the cards they were dealt.

“Oh my god,” Rosita muttered aloud, “Did I really do this to myself?”

Because only she would end up fake dating someone’s sister who she’d sloppily made out with. What was she going to do?

Should she text? Rosita clasped her warm mug of coffee, no, she decided. It was nice, it was fun, she wouldn’t be opposed if it happened again, but she was not going to make this situation any more complicated than it needed to be. Not on purpose.

“You need to help me.” Rosita slammed her books onto the table and Jeremy jumped, clutching his chest.

“What?” He asked as he pulled off his headphones.

“You need to help me.” Rosita repeated, “I don’t know who else to ask.”

“Um thanks?”

Rosita took a seat. She had fifteen minutes before Waverly’s last class ended which gave her a max of thirty minutes to explain, “I have a problem. About Wynonna.”

“Waverly’s sister?”

“Yes, and she’s an idiot who almost blew our cover,” Rosita gestured at herself and where Waverly usually sat, “So she’s fake dating Nicole-”

“I already knew that.” Jeremy said.

“Yeah, that’s not the problem, the problem is that we sorta made out a bit in the bathroom after my shift one day, and now we’re both ignoring it, but I don’t know if I know how to ignore it. Because one, she’s super hot, and two, despite her horrible ideas I do enjoy plotting with her, and three, it’s not like I can kiss anyone else.”

“So, wait,” Jeremey said, “You’re asking me for relationship advice?”

“No! Well, fine, yes! Now, my problem.”

“I just, I’ve never even been in a relationship.”

“Jeremy.”

“Okay, okay, I can focus. Um,” He stared at her, “What exactly are you asking?”

Rosita laid her face on the table. It was the one they always used, so she hoped it was relatively clean. Of course, there was no way of knowing what went on when they weren’t here. She lifted her head up quickly. “Do I like her?”

“Wynonna?”

“Yes.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you.”

Jeremy opened his mouth and closed it several times. “Why would I know?”

“Jeremy!”

“Okay, okay,” Jeremy said, “So you’ve already mentioned that you think she’s hot and that you like spending time with her,” He put up two fingers, “I’m ignoring the part where you mentioned she’s the only one you can date,” He gestured around the library, “We literally go to a school that no one else in Purgatory does. You could date someone here.”

“Ugh.” Rosita grumbled.

“What else, oh, do you think about her a lot?” Jeremy asked.

“Wh-”

“Not when you’re annoyed about her and Nicole and keeping that from Waverly.” He cut in and Rosita’s mouth snapped closed.

“I mean yeah? I keep wanting her to text me or show up at my apartment.”

“Did this happen before?” He waggled his eyebrows in such a way that Rosita momentarily contemplated giving up men forever.

“Not really? I mean it’s happened since the whole situation, but I didn’t know her that well, so this is all new, but I do like seeing her.”

“I’ll give that a half.” Jeremy said and curled a finger so it looked like he had arthritis. “Let’s see, let’s see,” They settled into silence as he drummed on the table trying to think of something else. “Have you thought about a future with her?”

“A future?”

“Yeah, like are you imagining what it would look like if you were dating?”

Rosita leaned back, “No? I’ve never considered it,” Her mind now whirled with images of what it would be like and realized she’d never seen Wynonna in a serious relationship before, “But Wynonna doesn’t really date and stuff.”

“Oh, so this would just be a hookup,” He smirked.

“Jeremy!” Rosita kicked him under the table.

“What’s wrong?” Waverly’s voice came from nowhere and they both whipped around and stared at her in horror. “Do I have something on my face?” She asked.

“No! Everything’s fine!” Jeremy screeched. Rosita kicked him under the table again and he gave a smile that looked like a grimace.

“Nothing you can help us with.” Rosita said. “Just biochem.”

“Yep those pesky molecules.” Jeremy kept the dumb smile on his face.

“Okay?” 

Rosita sighed, that didn’t help. She should have known there was no point in asking Jeremy.

Rosita sees them before they see her, and she can only thank god for small miracles. Wynonna and Nicole are leaving the police station, likely ending their shifts, and Rosita isn’t proud that she tries to hide behind a car.

It’s a good thing that no one in Purgatory knows her mother.

Of course, Purgatory also means that there’s no alleys between here and her apartment, no shops she could justifiably duck into. So, unless they are completely wrapped up with each other they will see her.

And since Nicole and Wynonna aren’t in love, she will just need to grin and bear it.

It was just a kiss.

There’s nothing to be weird about.

Not even if she’d thought a lot about getting Wynonna into her apartment for something more than a kiss.

Rosita smiled at them once Nicole spotted her and immediately grabs Wynonna’s hand.

“Hi Rosita.” Nicole said. “Wynonna and I were just on a date.”

“A date?” Rosita and Wynonna both say.

Rosita bit her lip to keep from laughing as Nicole slammed her boot onto Wynonna’s foot. It wouldn’t have worked even if Wynonna didn’t let out a grunt and stumble, only to be caught by Nicole still gripping her hand.

“At the police station?” Rosita can’t help herself.

“Yes,” Nicole agreed, “Wynonna and I just have so much fun together. Anywhere.” 

Wynonna stared at Nicole like she’d announced they were both going sober.

“What did you do on your date?” Rosita never claimed to be a good person.

Nicole’s eyes widen and she elbowed Wynonna, “Just got released.” Wynonna said, “I picked up Nicole, she got a bit drunk last night. You know how it gets. ” Nicole’s jaw dropped in an expression of pure outrage. Wynonna winked at Rosita, “Nicole’s a wild thing.”

“I’ve heard that about redheads.” Rosita questioned like they were talking about the weather.

Wynonna and her ignore Nicole choking beside them.

“The rumors are true,” Wynonna nodded and cocked her hip, “They’ll suggest things you’ve never dreamed of.”

“In her uniform?” Rosita questioned.

Wynonna leaned forward and for a split second Rosita swore Wynonna’s eyes darted down to her lips. “You would not believe what we’ve gotten up to with those handcuffs.”

“Wynonna!” Nicole pulled Wynonna down the street by her collar, practically dragging her through the street. “Sorry, need to go. Dinner!” And marched her off.

Rosita watched them, trying and failing to keep from laughing. As they disappear from sight she made her way into her apartment. She shivered, despite the fact it, for once, isn’t actually that cold. She could have sworn Wynonna’s last words were a promise.

Waverly: is it true????

Wavelry: you have to tell me!!!

Rosita: tell you what?

Waverly: did Nicole spend the night at the station?

Rosita: why would i know that?

Wavelry: Nicole said she saw you with Wynonna

Rosita: i just saw them leaving the station

Waverly: i can’t believe this

Rosita: did nicole really not come home last night?

Waverly: I have no idea

Waverly: I went to bed early and got up early

Waverly: I didn’t hear her last night

Waverly: I can’t be around her right now

Rosita: you can come over if you want

Rosita lifted the squealing kettle off her stove, hoping that the tea is as calming and soothing as the packaging suggests. She took a glance at her couch, where Waverly is still laying down pretending that she’s not crying.

She felt horrible. She’s questioned herself multiple times since this charade started, but this time, well, they don’t have any excuse.

Why Nicole had felt the need to tell Waverly the obvious lie that Wynonna said was beyond her. She hadn’t even had a chance to text Wynonna because Waverly had shown up almost instantaneously after she offered. 

“I just, I can’t believe it!” Waverly had hiccuped. “Wynonna’s getting her in trouble and she’s getting thrown in the drunk tank.”

It really had to be the only time that Waverly hadn’t clocked all of her roommate’s movements.

Though, what would Waverly do if she knew that Nicole was lying?

Maybe the two would finally talk about their feelings?

No, Rosita admitted to herself, if that was the case they would have been together a long time ago.

“She didn’t look that bad,” Rosita said.

“And that makes it better?”

Rosita handed the tea cup to Waverly, who took it with a sniffle. “It’s going to be alright.”

“I thought Nicole would help balance Wynonna!”

Rosita sighed, “I don’t think anyone can balance Wynonna.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this!”

It really wasn’t.

“It will be alright.”

“How?” Waverly cried.

Rosita rubbed small circles on Waverly’s back and tried to come up with an answer. It was fake? Nicole definitely did not get mini arrested? She’d probably be fired if she got thrown into the drunk tank in uniform, so obviously it wasn’t real? “It was one date,” Rosita settled on, “Did you think they wouldn’t go on dates?”

“I don’t know!” Waverly took a sip of the tea and frowned at it. Great, Rosita thought, it probably tasted horrible and full of anxiety. “I just, I forget, you know, when Nicole’s home and we do dinner together, that she’s dating my sister. And this, it just hit me. They’re together doing things without me and will for the rest of their lives.” Waverly sighed. “It’s stupid.”

“No. It’s nowhere near as stupid as deciding to fake date your coworker to make your roommate jealous.” Waverly gave a weak smile. “You’re allowed to be heartbroken, you can’t just bottle this up and will it out of existence. I mean, are you getting a little ahead of yourself about the rest of their lives? Yeah, let them get through a month first.”

Which they wouldn’t, Rosita was certain. She was privately betting that Nicole would break it off after getting fed up with Wynonna’s antics. It really was a shame that Jeremy refused to put any money up because he “hadn’t actually met them.”

“Well I want to,” Waverly said with a determined pout that made her look absolutely adorable, “I don’t want to feel this. It’s pathetic.”

Rosita rubbed circles on her back. “I’m sorry, that’s just a part of being human.”

“It sucks.”

“Yeah.” Rosita said, “Sometimes it does.”

She hoped this would still be a fun story to tell at their wedding.

Rosita: why did you NOT TELL NICOLE I KNEW YOU WERE LYING

Wynonna: about wut?

Rosita: nicole being arrested

Rosita: duh

Wynonna: obviously she knew you knew

Wynonna: duh

Rosita: well she’s an idiot

Rosita: and so are you

Rosita: because she told waverly about it and i just spent the last TWO HOURS calming her down!!!!!

Wynonna: oh shit

Rosita: oh shit is right earp

The only nice thing about grad school (okay that was a little dramatic) was that it was able to completely distract her from the mess of her personal life. Wynonna and her were, well, not avoiding each other, but not not avoiding each other. Wavelry and Nicole were both still reeling from the supposed date, and Rosita was able to focus on the fact that her professors hated her.

She couldn’t prove it, but the fact they’d all assigned papers due in the same week had to mean something. They were in the same department! They probably had some academic calendar where they had to put all the major assignments and tests, and yet, Rosita did not have her laptop open underneath the counter during her shift.

Not for lack of trying.

Her behemoth of a laptop didn’t fit neatly into a spot that didn’t contain seventeen water hazards, and she really couldn’t afford to break her laptop. Not just for figuring out where she would get the money to replace it. If her school work disappeared into the ether she would probably just drop the program.

She was not going through these headaches again.

At least Wednesdays were chill enough that she couldn’t keep a notebook and pencil out where she could write anything that swam to her head as she tried to figure out these stupid proofs. If Professor Di Vito wasn’t so fucking respected she would have quit his class the first week of the semester.

But no, she needed that sweet, sweet recommendation letter.

“Can I get the usual?” Sheriff Nedley’s rasp woke her up from her last scribblings (ones she knew were pointless, but if she didn’t get them out of her head soon she would drown herself and probably break something).

“Yes, of course.” Rosita nodded and then went to fiddle with the ancient coffee maker that only knew how to burn coffee. Not that Nedley seemed to mind. “Is that all?”

He let out a hum, one of the annoying ones that residents here did to mean, you’re not a fucking local, if you were you would know what I was saying with this monosyllabic grunt, and stared at her as he took a sip of the coffee. Rosita barely prevented herself from wincing. That stuff was not good.

She’d tried it once when she’d had to come straight from a lecture and two labs and work to closing. She still wasn’t sure the caffeine was worth it.

“You know that Waverly’s a very special girl.” He said.

Rosita bit back a cough and straightened up. Oh, so it would be one of these. “Yes.” If she was Nicole or some other suckup she would add a sir, but they were in her place of work. Granted, this was the only place Nedley and her ever saw each other, but that was beside the point.

His eyes narrowed at her. “I’m sure you know how much Waverly means to Purgatory, and I hope you understand that if you hurt her,” He trailed off, his eyes dark, and Rosita understood why Nedley had survived as the Sheriff for so long.

“I have no intention of that.” Rosita said. “I promise.”

He gave a tiny nod, the look on his face clearly saying he didn’t believe her, but he went back to his usual booth. Rosita stared after him until Jimmy waved for another beer.

Well, one good thing happened during that horribly uncomfortable conversation, she wasn’t thinking about that stupid proof anymore.

Damnit.

[the-truest-sentence-i-know]

Weird questions for writers: 4, 11, 18?

[weird questions for writers]

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

I love terms of endearment like dear, darling, love, sweetheart, etc. Used sincerely or not, I don't care. Both are phenomenal. (Or, you know, both; first used sarcastically and then sincerely. that's the good shit.)

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I have such a hard time killing my darlings. There are lines and bits that I have kept even though I knew I should probably cut them. On the other hand, I have kept pieces that I thought I should've cut, but then got comments saying they liked that piece specifically. So, y'know, it's very much a subjective thing.

I do have a 'deleted bits' doc though, for things I do cut and hope to be able to use elsewhere (or, inspire some other writing thing). Sometimes, especially when writing fanfic, I suddenly get on a tangent about a character that doesn't really fit the fic I'm writing, but it's something I want to explore in another fic, so I definitely save those. For example, in the first draft of one of my daemyra fics I started going into some like gender stuff for Rhaenyra. The fic I was writing was like a fluffy-ish oneshot, so it didn't quite fit. So I cut it and hope to use it in another fic.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

As Daemon slipped off to sleep, uncertainty began to broil in Rhaenyra’s stomach. His arm held her tightly to him and she began to feel like she couldn’t breathe. She carefully slipped out of his grasp and tiptoed to the bathroom, where she was once again confronted by her reflection. She stood there, frozen, bare feet on the cool tile floor, staring at her naked body in the low light. Her breath came and went harshly, so quickly that she felt lightheaded and had to reach out the stabilize herself on the sink.

So this is from the third part of The Serpent's Tongue. I had finished the fic before I started posting it because I cannot write serially. But, when I started posting it, I didn't have this scene yet.

(cw ahead for grooming & underage sex) Someone commented about how they couldn't wait to see Rhaenyra finally kinda break down about Daemon's manipulation and past abuse. And I realized that I didn't have a scene that did that and that I probably should. I also realized that maybe some of the details about the past abuse was a bit vague (I had some comments that made me think that maybe it wasn't clear enough).

So this scene leads into Rhaenyra kinda breaking down in the bathroom as she finally remembers the first time she and Daemon 'had sex' (in quotes bc she was fifteen). Throughout the fic, there have been indications that she sort of remembers some things that happened between them, but nothing specific. I imply that she's kind of repressed a lot of it, and because he started grooming her so young, sexual things just occupy a bit of a weird spot in her head.

Anyway, this is after she and Daemon sleep together for the first time after his return, so I thought it would make sense for her to remember now.

These answers were a lot longer than I intended! Thank you for asking! <3

[scarletta-ruan]

Putting lipsticks for you [Chuuya + The Flags x reader]

WARNING: OOC, soft!characters, mention of some nicknames (small candy, my love,...), reader is female btw, contain spoiler of Stormbringer

TYPE: Headcanon

PAIRING: Chuuya Nakahara|| Lippmann || Pianoman || Albatross || Iceman || Doc x fem!reader (seperately)

WORDCOUNTS: 1074k words

NOTES: I wanted to write something for The Flags and Chuuya for a very very long time since I first read Stormbringer. I just want to give it a chance to write for them, too. About the request, please wait for me, I'm working so hard to write them. Part 2 here.

1. Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya would do if you ask him to put on lipstick for you.

He of course knew a lot of things about lipstick like what type of lipstick you would like to use today or what kind of lipstick brand was famous or what kind of brand was good for your health.

So let’s start with every day Chuuya got ready to work with you, when you asked him to put on lipstick for you because you were in a hurry.

Chuuya himself was talented in putting lipstick for you by his own hand, he even knew that after putting the lipstick on you would have some reluctant one stuck on your lips so he forced you to stand still just to wipe it for you.

“My lovely little candy, this kind of color is suitable for you.”

2. Lippmann

As a famous actor, Lippman would know how to put on lipstick for his beloved.

And if you asked him whether he wanted to help you put on your lipstick, Lippman would not refuse your saying. Because he loved to do that after all, in his mind, this was one of the ways for him to show his affection for you.

Carefully put on the lipsticks for you, he was good at doing those stuff when it related to cosmetics, like I said, Lippman was an actor after all.

Like Chuuya he would wipe the reluctant lipstick for you, but he was more professional than Chuuya, though.

I almost forgot, Lippman would be happy if you asked him what kind of lipstick you should buy since he may know a lot about the brand of lipstick. Somehow, he would buy you some lipsticks which were good for your health and made you look beautiful.

Always praised you even if you wore lipstick or not.

“My dear, you look so pretty whether you put on lipsticks or not.”

3. Doc

You better wait for his lecture if you want him to put on lipstick for you.

I mean… Doc was a doctor, right? He was the one who graduated in North America and was awarded with the doctorate, so he would know a lot of things which were good for your health or not.

He would care for your health by buying lipstick by himself, when you asked him the reason why Doc just answered that he knew the ingredients and the percentage of the chemicals inside the lipstick he bought which was good for you or not.

Doc would give you a lecture of how lipstick would affect your health, because he knew that was not good for you or your health. You should know that Doc loved you dearly so he wanted the best for you by giving his advice on the kinds of lipstick you should use.

Doc always recommended you to use lip balm instead of lipstick because he said that lip balm can help your lips be beautiful enough. 

“Just use your lip balm because you are beautiful enough when wearing this.”

4. Pianoman

Whenever you asked Pianoman as if he could help you to put on your lipstick, he would do it for you.

Pianoman always wanted to know what kinds of lipsticks that you loved to use. And when he knew what type of lipsticks you wanted, you better be prepared, because… Pianoman would attack you with tons of lipsticks that he bought for you (of course, you may know that he asked Doc about the ingredients and the chemicals of the lipsticks).

He would slowly follow your instruction which you had shown him before, his hand still got a little bit shuddered but Pianoman still managed to make it stay still, he did not want to ruin your beauty because of his shaking hands.

Calling you his beautiful princess after adjusting lipstick for you became his habit every day.

“You are very beautiful, my dear princess.”

5. Albatross

Even if you asked Albatross to help you wear the lipsticks or not, he would always be over you to make you let him do that for you.

And when Albatross helped you to put on the lipstick, you were afraid that he could not do it. But Albatross proved that you were wrong by carefully putting the lipstick on your lips (of course, he would follow your instructions since he did not know everything at all).

Albatross would always notice as if you needed new lipstick or not, if you were put in the situation of running out of lipstick at the time you needed it most. For example, you were planning to go to a party and needed lipstick to make your lips not to pale in front of the public. But sadly you forgot to buy more, not to worry, because Albatross got you. 

He then had his chance to show off the lipsticks that he had prepared for you, all of them were the type you always used, of course.

Loved when you accidentally kissed his cheek while wearing lipsticks.

“Do you want to mark me as your one and only? Aw, you should know that I’m already yours, my love.”

6. Iceman

Guessed that you wanted to ask him to put on lipsticks for you a lot but you did not know how to say it. But Iceman always got your heart when he accidentally asked you as if you wanted him to help you wear your lipstick. 

Iceman would gently put on your lipstick, because… he said that you were a woman so he should be soft with you. He also used his finger in order to take the reluctant lipstick from the corner of your mouth too. And… you appreciate his talent, Iceman always made your lipstick look as alright as possible on your face.

If you wanted to eat something but when you were wearing lipstick, Iceman would take out the wet tissue then wipe it away for you. Don’t worry, he would probably help you to wear it on again after you finished eating. If you asked him why he did it, then Iceman answered that he had heard from some people that lipsticks may contain chemicals which are not good for your health if you swallow them. 

Always helped you to choose the best color for your skin.

“I think that light-red lipstick will suit you more than the bold one you are holding in the other hand.”

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