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fannyyann · 6 months

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Hey, hope you're doing okay. I hope you don't mind me asking, but I am rather new to the mattdrai fandom and I couldn't help but wonder:

Was Matthew really as bad as a lot of fic lead to believe in his earlier hockey years in Calgary? And was he really disliked in the room - where there rumours like that? So many fics build on this premise, and seeing him now in Florida and hearing all the nice things his teammates say about him and seeing the things he does himself and the insane good hockey he plays... it's hard to believe.

It's so strange also that it's so rarely mentioned that Leon was the one to be sent down to the minors, not Matthew.

Plus what I don't get: matthew is a lot hotter than Leon? why is it always told like Leon is the hottest dude on earth while Matthew is nothing? comparing early pics and pics from now... it's just not true? Leon looks good, a bit bland IMO, but Matthew is and was just hot in a very unique and special way. maybe because he isn't that bland generic good looking Leon is? But good looking in a special way? so that got a lot longer than I thought it would, hope you don't mind the ask.

i don't mind you asking at all! this is basically my roman empire so MY apologies if this gets unwieldy but i have FEELINGS about matthew's early fic portrayal lmao

in his six years on the flames, matthew was always one of the top five scorers.

his rookie year, he was sixth in rookie scoring

the season he was picked for his first ASG, the flames were 16th in the league at the time all star rosters were announced and matthew was their top scorer.

so it's not like he was the best player from a bottom of the league team or going because he was the home town boy, he was a playoff team's best player (both at the asg break and when the season was eventually suspended because of covid).

and even in his career worst year (2020-2022), he ended the year as their third best scorer and only six points behind johnny (the leader). and as one of calgary's beat reporters said in his end of the year review, Matthew was "good, but not quite as good as the Flames needed him to be."

so i've never really understood why people were portraying him like that either and still haven't figure out if most of it was unreliable narrator kind of stuff or if some authors actually thought he was bad before he had his breakout season, but it doesn't reflect reality.

as for him being disliked in calgary, that all stems from jake muzzin flipping the puck at him, and the subsequent players only meeting that took place after it, in which matthew allegedly told the team he was upset they didn't join him in the scrum after and he was then told him it can't be a riot every night.

before that there were never any rumors that i'm aware of that he was unliked in the room, and in 2019 gio, who most people tend to think is the one who told matthew to tone it down, said this about another players only meeting:

so while the 2021 players only meeting was a story because matthew wasn't playing like his usual self afterward, i've never thought it was indicative of him not being liked by his teammates. and honestly, you have to take it all with a grain of salt anyway because while guys obviously bullshit the media, at the practice after the players only meeting guys talked about how there was a general lack of emotion, and how they came out there trying to have fun with each other and put it behind them, and in the postgame the next night, gio specifically sites getting into scrums and mixing it up when asked how much more emotion they played with in that win compared to earlier losses, so if mixing it up was good the very next night, the math doesn't quite add up, yk?

but johnny did confirm in his spittin chiclets appearance about two weeks after the muzzin incident that matthew was pissed after they left him out to dry that night, and when asked about matthew's struggles that season darryl sutter said matthew needed to, and would, get back to playing to his identity, so the whole cause and effect of the muzzin incident on matthew's play that season isn't completely unfounded, but i do think multiple guys saying the team needed to play with more emotion, johnny saying in the chiclets episode that the guys skating off didn't find out about the puck flip until they saw it on sportsnet and saying he felt bad about it, and the new coach coming in and getting matthew to play back to his style shows that it wasn't as personal as it was made out to be.

anyway, the flames may not have be as tight knit as the panthers are, but matthew had his people there. he's bffs with hanifin and his friendship with sam bennett is part of what drew him to florida. johnny always says great things about him, blake coleman called him the heartbeat of the team, and was such an important voice in the room that the flames suffered when he and gudbranson were no longer around to tell sutter to chill the fuck out when he was being too hard on guys in the room.

he probably wasn't close with every teammate, most people aren't friends with all their coworkers, but he wasn't some sort of loner in that locker room.

as for the looks, that's all down to personal preference. leon is definitely very conventionally attractive and while matthew has definitely glowed up in the last few seasons, he was by no means ugly. i wouldn't even say he's really unconventionally attractive either. he's got a good face and was a cute teen and people who are like "oh no i find matthew tkachuk attractive now" have literally never made sense to me. but again! personal preference and all that.

again, my apologies if you weren't looking for THIS MUCH of an answer to your question but this isn't even all the sources i pulled up when i first got this ask so i did TRY to keep it short lol

#matthew ask

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mistergandalf · 1 year

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ULTIMATE TOLKIEN BLORBO MASTERPOST

Who is THE blorbo of the Tolkien fandom here on tumblr dot com? Let's find out!

What are the criteria for voting?

What is a blorbo to you? As Aragorn would say: What does your heart tell you? Therein lies your answer. For me, it's who I'd like the whump the most. Maybe for you it's who is the most shippable. Maybe it's the one that means the most to you for what they represent. Maybe it's your poor little meow meow (looking at you, Angbang lovers). Let your feelings guide you.

Is this only supposed to be about the books, or is it based on any Tolkien-based media?

This is about blorbos. Wherever you found your blorbo, that's fine. If you want to be a book purist about it, you're valid. If you love Thorin Oakenshield simply because Richard Armitage is hot, you are also valid.

***PLEASE ALSO NOTE that my blog is a Rings of Power positive blog! If you don’t like it that’s fine, but if you post negative comments or reblogs on my posts, I will block you! I don’t want negativity in my activity feed, thank you!***

When will polls be posted?

Polls will be posted daily at 12pm EDT (GMT -4), staggered by 5-10 minutes on each poll. There will be a day between final votes as the data will be needed for the next poll!

Schedule is as follows: (Updated because I’m dumb and didn’t realize how many rounds the second chance bracket has)

4/23 - Round One 4/25 - Round Two (Primary Bracket) 4/26 - Round Two (Second Chance Bracket) 4/27 - Round Three (Primary Bracket) 4/28 - Round Three (Second Chance Bracket) 4/30 - Round Four (Second Chance Bracket) 5/2 - Round Five (Second Chance Bracket) 5/4 - Round Six (Second Chance Bracket) 5/5 - Round Four (Primary Bracket) 5/7 - Round Seven (Second Chance Bracket) 5/9 - Round Eight (Second Chance Bracket) 5/10 - Round Five (Primary Bracket) - decides the finalist 5/12 - Round Nine (Second Chance Bracket) - decides the finalist 5/14 - FINAL ROUND - THE ULTIMATE TOLKIEN BLORBO

Check the tag #ultimate tolkien blorbo to see new posts! Feel free to share your thoughts in the tag as well!

I have more questions!

Okay, click the readmore then!

Hey! Why did you pair this character with that character?

Because I spent a whole evening googling how tournament brackets work (I am not a sports person) and then I did a lot of math and sorting.

Okay, but I really want to know!

WELL first I thought: "How can I quantify and rank blorbos?" The answer: AO3. I went into the Tolkien fandom general tag and ranked the first 32 characters by the number of fanfics in which they appear.*

Then I split them by story. I roughly kept Hobbit characters with Hobbit characters, LotR with LotR, and Silmarillion with Silmarillion to keep it as fair as possible and give all corners of the fandom a chance to see their blorbo win. Some characters are in multiple sources, like Elrond or Gandalf, so I tried to keep those characters with someone who is probably just as well-known.**

Then I followed the rules the internet told me about how tournaments work. The highest-ranked character goes with the lowest-ranked character, the second-highest with the second-lowest, etc.

And that's how I did it! It was a fantastic way to waste an afternoon.

*I may have eliminated and/or played with a couple options. Some of these characters had fewer fics than the character "OC," which makes sense. I took off Erestor because literally only Glorfindel stans would choose him, and Glorfindel is on here. I also lumped together Elladan and Elrohir because if you can tell them apart, it's because they're both your blorbos. Tolkien did NOT give them distinct personalities. Also if I didn’t lump them together, I wouldn’t be able to fit Celebrimbor, and that would be a shame.

**Characters who appear in multiple stories had their rankings weighted to account for that fact. I got a C in statistics in college, though, so I frankly have no idea if the way I weighted them is correct, nor do I care, because I'm satisfied with how the rankings turned out.

I don’t like how you did this!

Okay, don’t vote then. Nobody’s making you.

FORTH EORLINGAS! Have fun voting! As Gimli would say... May the best Dwarf win! ;)

Round One [results & analysis]

Round Two [results & analysis]

Round Two (Second Chance Bracket) [results & analysis]

Round Three [results & analysis]

Bilbo vs. Legolas | Éowyn vs. Frodo | Samwise vs. Elrond | Faramir vs. Fëanor

Round Three (Second Chance Bracket) [results & analysis]

Round Four (Second Chance Bracket) [results & analysis]

Aragorn vs. Gimli | Merry vs. Finrod | Boromir vs. Celebrimbor | Pippin vs. Arwen

Round Five (Second Chance Bracket) [results & analysis]

Aragorn vs. Bilbo | Éowyn vs. Merry | Boromir vs. Elrond | Pippin vs. Fëanor

Round Six (Second Chance Bracket) [results & analysis]

Aragorn vs. Éowyn | Boromir vs. Pippin

Round Four [results & analysis]

Legolas vs. Frodo | Samwise vs. Faramir

Round Seven (Second Chance Bracket) [results & analysis]

Éowyn vs. Faramir | Pippin vs. Legolas

Round Eight (Second Chance Bracket) [results & analysis]

Éowyn vs. Pippin

Round Five [results & analysis]

Frodo vs. Samwise

Round Nine (Second Chance Bracket) [results & analysis]

Éowyn vs. Frodo

FINAL ROUND

Samwise vs. Frodo

#tolkien #the hobbit #lord of the rings #lotr #the silmarillion #silmarillion #ultimate tolkien blorbo

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bluejaysandblackbats · 8 months

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Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 6/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma

Chapter Six: When I Grow Up

When Bruce woke up, Jason was gone. He had no idea how old Jason was, so he rushed to Jason's old apartment in his pajamas. Bruce didn't take the time to get dressed out of fear that something had happened to Jason. When he arrived, Jason sat in the apartment, shaking from the cold and smoking a cigarette. His pajamas still had the tags on them. Jason's eyes were half-closed as he mumbled something to himself. "Jason," Bruce called

"I won't be small forever... And by then, he'll be old," Jason mumbled. He hadn't heard Bruce at all.

"Jason, put that cigarette-."

Jason looked at the ceiling. His hair was cut in an entirely different style, and his bangs were unkempt, hanging in his eyes, nearly obscuring the bruises and cuts that covered his face. "How old are you?" Bruce questioned. Jason took another puff of his cigarette and blew smoke out his mouth and nose. He winced and coughed. Bruce crouched down, tapped Jason's foot, and jerked backward, blocking a punch. "How old are you?" Bruce raised his voice.

"I'm eight," Jason answered as he stepped on his cigarette. "Sorry... My hearing's not that great right now. I got out of the ER yesterday."

Jason looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Jason, can I get a good look at your face?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded, and Bruce pushed Jason's bangs out of the way. The only other time Jason looked that terrible was when he died. Jason wrung his hands to stop the shaking. "Shaken up?"

"My dad's in jail... What do you think?" Jason snapped. "What are you doing here? Aren't you rich?"

"I'm visiting a friend," Bruce replied as he examined each cut and bruise. They were starting to heal, so it'd been a few days since he was beaten. "Is Catherine here?" Bruce had to lie to convince Jason that he was safe.

Jason shook his head. "She's hurting... Bad... So, she's gone to get better at a friend's," Jason replied. He turned his face away. Bruce sighed. "So, you know my mom?"

Bruce nodded. "She wanted me to come and get you while she's away. She was worried about you being alone," Bruce lied. Bruce stood up and offered Jason a hand. Jason winced and stumbled forward into Bruce's arm. "It's okay... I got you." Jason held onto Bruce's arm, trying to steady himself. He gave in, making a soft noise of defeat.

"I'm sorry... I need to sit down," Jason mumbled. Bruce helped him down, making sure he didn't hit his head. "I wanted to find my mom... I haven't-. I can't-. I'm too dizzy."

"What happened?" Bruce asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Jason mumbled.

"I thought you said you got out of the ER yesterday. They shouldn't have-."

"They didn't release me... I said I got out," Jason mumbled. Bruce sighed.

"Wanna ride on my back? I'm gonna take you to get something to eat," Bruce offered. Jason nodded. Bruce carried Jason on his back to the car, and they went through the drive-thru. "Jason? I'm not with the police or anything... I genuinely want to know what happened to you."

"Everybody thinks my dad did this to my face... Dad didn't do this," Jason defended, "He's in jail because of what he did to the guy that did this..."

Jason was being honest. "I'm sorry for assuming the same thing... Jason, who did that to your face?" Bruce asked as Jason dug into his fries. "Actually, I have a more pressing question. When's the last time you had a full meal?"

"I dunno... I woke up somewhere weird this morning, so it could've been a day... Maybe two?" Jason answered. Bruce frowned. "Did I say thank you?"

"It's alright," Bruce whispered. Jason stopped eating and turned to Bruce.

"No, no... It's not okay. I-. Thank you," Jason whispered.

"You're very welcome. Jason, can we go back to my first question? Who hurt you?" Bruce asked.

"Some guy said my parents owed him money, and he started beating me up... Then, my dad showed up and started hitting the guy with a baseball bat," Jason explained, "My dad coulda taken the guy's head off, but he didn't. And we can't bail him out because he was already on parole for something else... And his PO's a real doofus."

"A doofus?" Bruce grinned. Jason nodded. "Guess there are worse things you could've called him. Do you and your dad typically get on alright?"

"Sure... I mean, he's not perfect... Nobody is, but he loves me a whole lot. I know he can be mean sometimes, but he woulda left a long time ago if he didn't want me," Jason replied, "He didn't have a dad around growing up. He promised me it'd be different."

"So, you love him?" Bruce asked.

"Of course I do," Jason replied.

Bruce rustled a hand through Jason's curls while Jason ate. "Are you still hungry?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded. Bruce could tell Jason wanted to cry but wouldn't allow himself to. "It's okay to be upset, Jason."

Jason turned his head. "Stop it," Jason warned as he screwed up his face. "Stop it." He hit the heel of his palms against his legs as he tried to stop his tears from falling. Bruce realized those words were self-directed.

"Hey, c'mere," Bruce whispered. Jason shook his head. "It's okay... No one's mad at you for crying." Jason wiped his tears away.

"If I keep crying like this, he's not gonna wanna come home," Jason mumbled, "I gotta be tougher."

"Sometimes the toughest thing you can do is let yourself cry it out," Bruce whispered as tears streamed down his cheeks. Jason hugged him.

"Why are you crying?" Jason muttered.

"Because I might've been too hard on my little boy," Bruce whispered. Jason let go and wiped his eyes. "You okay?"

"Mhm... Can I still have another burger?" Jason mumbled. Bruce chuckled and nodded.

"You can have whatever you want," Bruce smiled.

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ryansjane · 6 days

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so far i got to say the trainee was a cute series very light hearted between off and gun and it was so worth waiting for and watching it. however the story between piploy, sea and kapook just doesnt seem right at all. i would love to hear more of your opinion on it. because i felt like in the end of the day they should all go their separate ways and focus on self love instead

I have SO MANY thoughts about the trainee lol, I almost wanna revive my youtube channel & pump out a video 😆 honestly the trainee had SO MUCH potential. I came into this show with no expectation apart from jane being hot af & offgun having flawless chemistry as always, and for most of it it actually blew me away by having a way deeper meaning than anticipated. the exploration of finding yourself & your career at the edge of entering the workplace was honestly really relatable and probably my favorite aspect of the show. I once said the trainee had some of the best writing I had seen from a gmmtv show... but sadly it didn't stick the landing for me. I feel like from ep 9 or 10 the writing really degraded slowly, although there were still very strong scenes in those eps. I HATED the 5 years timelapse in the finale, I've criticized the trope of sending a character abroad for years before but here I particularly hated it bc it honestly kinda destroyed jane's character imo? he was the greenest green flag ever, absolutely obsessed with ryan... but he's gonna ghost ryan & then come back and tell him he's leaving the day after & still kiss him?? and then not come back for FIVE YEARS and not even contact ryan during that time?? that's insane. jane could've easily went for a master degree in thailand & this whole trope was so bad I hated it, I feel like they just went for the easy way out. however, yes, the whole taebahmeejudy storyline was deffo the biggest flop of this show. I think it was obvious that the audience was gonna root for judy & bahmee more bc same sex couples are almost always more popular in the thai fandom, and also the show built up judy & bahmee's chemistry so much. even once bahmee & tae broke up, I personally thought bahmee should've spent at least six months single to learn to be by herself before jumping onto judy, but the storyline that just bc judy was slightly overbearing 3 times, bahmee decided to ditch her & go back to tae... was insane. also I think tae was a really weak character who benefited from being played by sea who's super beloved, but lowkey the only great tae scene is when he drunkenly scolds jane in the last scene of the show (and that's bc it's OOC & frankly should've been a pah moment.) but the whole situation felt unfair for everyone & I hate that judy's feelings were never explored after she cried once & then she was just shown to be okay like??? I don't think the writers accomplished what they set out to do at all. and also they focused SO MUCH on that love triangle that it robbed janeryan from being much more developed, be it the drama with nine or seeing ryan back with his family & tao-hu in the later eps... at the final ep fanmeet, pompam asked piploy what she would do if she were in bamhee's shoes, and piploy hesitated a lot but mentioned the idea of "what's right" before choosing tae still. so maybe it's a cultural difference bc tbh the whole crowd was cheering when tae proposed to bahmee during the fanmeet while I (a hater) was rolling my eyes lmao. so yeah overall I loved janeryan & pie & pah and there were so many amazing scenes, but... I SO wish I could turn back time, barge into the writers room and hijack the writing process for this show to make it stronger towards the end lol. it's definitely offgun's weakest show so far apart from puppy honey, but I still enjoyed it and, yes, sobbed like a little bitch when it ended 💚

xxx

#answers #the trainee #the trainee the series #offgun #judybahmee #the trainee final ep fanmeet #piploy kanyarat

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flamevbirdv · 3 months

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my favorite podfics: stevetony ❣️

Out of all the ways fandom creates transformative works, one of my favorites is podfics, so I want to rec some. I'll start with stevetony because these were the ones that started my love for podfics. Enjoy!

I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you by Mizzy, read by badfinch (Badfinch1): MCU

Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD. This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man. Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

Do It Over by Sineala read by miss_marina95: 616

The last words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin, and you won't know who they are until they die. The thing is, Steve and Tony die a lot.

I Always Have to Steal My Kisses from You by blue_jack read by Annapods: MCU

Okay, so Tony probably hadn’t realized what he was doing. He’d just had a near-death experience, and the kiss had been a way to . . . reaffirm his life. Deal with his emotions. Release some steam. Something like that. Nothing to be concerned about, and it’s doubtful that it’ll happen again. The fact that they risk their lives on a regular basis isn’t worrying at all.

Four (Or Five) Reasons for Kidnapping Tony Stark by scifigrl47 read by Hananobira: MCU

There are four reasons for kidnapping Tony Stark. Tony's sick of all of them. Well, there's potentially a fifth, but it's highly unlikely that Captain America will suddenly fulfill THAT fantasy. Tony's deeply disappointed about that. Steve Rogers, as always, is oblivious. At least, that is, until someone who isn't him kidnaps Tony. Then he's just pissed.

The Most Amazing Things (Some Terrible Lie), by copperbadge read by cookiemom6067: MCU

Tony's decision not to reveal his identity as Iron Man to the world was shrewd and calculated. Too bad it's about to backfire on him like a Jericho missile.

Never Too Late For Love by Sineala read by Cathalinareads: Ultimates

Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one. Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in. And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.

Bonus:

Robot Trip by copperbadge read by blackglass: MCU

Steve Rogers & Tony Stark background Tony Stark/Pepper Potts

"Tony is driving from Malibu to Manhattan with a robot in the back seat and Captain America riding escort at Pepper's behest. What could possibly go wrong?"

#podfic #stevetony #fic rec #stony #podfic rec #mine

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caruliaa · 10 months

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despite the whole theater kid-ness of pokeys i feel like maybe its just me being a certified logan disliker having a more critical view of him but the whole singular voice thing not tolerating anyone elses voices or thoughts is soo logan like hes always wanting to have thomas do his life exactly by his plans and his order yk and ofc they r both dark blue but im trying not to factor the colours into this bc thats so boringgg it should be either about thematic links or vibes. tinky is remus ik theres no time and space link to remus but they both have the same chaotic almost playful in a kinda twisted way energy to them and idk if remus is ever called a bastard in canon but i feel like he is in fanon/by the fandom a lot sooo. roman and nibbly is like soo obvious imo if u dont get hung up on the very weak idea that pokeys theater kid nature means hes roman by defult like i mean beyond being creativity roman is the personification of thomas' dreams and desires and nibbly is a not only the "hungriest" of the lords in black but feeds on the people that have the most passion and desire or need for something. virgil feels like an obvious choice for blinky bc of the idea of like anxiety = being always Watched (and ourple but we arent counting that) but i also cant stop thinking abt the "weve been watching you gracie, someones been a little naughty" line and linking blinky to the idea of failing strict xtian ideas of morality and the belief of always being watched by the xtian god and always being watched by blinky so i almost want to say patton for tht reason (tho iirc pattons whole thing was like catholic upbringing and morality specifcally and grace wld think thats not real xtainty but this aint abt her sorry) but yk there r five lords and six sides so they can share blinky yay. and then janus and wiggy which even tho there isnt really that much of a strong link between them i feel like still rly fits just bc like i feel like they have a similar demeanor in the way they like talk and act i guess and i feel like they both have a conniving nature to them. but all of this could be bs i havent watched tss in so long . but i dont think it is i think im right . okay bye .

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across-violet-skies · 4 months

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more Linked University AU!!!!

preview under the cut!!

Flora groaned, holding her head in her hands and rubbing her eyes. She had been studying for her finals for five– or was it six?– hours now, and it felt like no real progress was being made.

It wouldn’t suck so much if she wasn’t the only one struggling. Her suitemates seemed to be doing just fine– great, even. Flora just wasn’t on the same level, and that hurt. Her entire life, she had been an honors student, holding a consistent 4.0 GPA all through high school.

Now she was studying what she loved, and her grades were less than ideal.

…Okay, it wasn’t that bad. Flora had a B- in her plant biology class, and a B+ in her modern Hyrulean history class. Still, it bothered her, having been a straight-A student her entire life.

There was a knock at her bedroom door. Sighing, Flora pushed aside a couple papers, getting up to answer the door.

“Flora!” Riju grinned, eyes crinkling. “The school’s running a wellbeing event tonight where you get to plant your own bonsai trees! Do you want to go? It starts at seven.”

Flora grimaced, checking her phone. It was almost six. “...I don’t know… don’t you have finals to study for?”

“I already did. I’m all set for the week,” Riju replied, shrugging.

“Oh,” Flora said flatly. “Sorry. I’m busy. Have fun though.” She shut the door, squeezing her eyes shut with a soft sigh. She hated to turn Riju down, especially since the event was right up her alley, but she couldn’t afford to miss out on studying time.

Through the door, Flora could hear the booming voice of one of her other suitemates, Sidon.

“Wild! There’s an intramural volleyball game tonight in the gym, we should go!” He exclaimed. Even with a door separating her from the conversation, Flora could practically see Sidon’s grin as he spoke.

Wild’s answer was much quieter, but Flora could make out a “maybe next time” from the cook.

There was a pause before Sidon called for her. “Flora!” He started, walking closer to her door. “There’s an intramural volleyball game tonig-”

“Sorry, Si, I’m busy!” She interrupted, feeling the guilt pile up as she turned down her friends’ invitations to hang out. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to, but…

Flora sighed, glancing back at her desk. Studying was absolutely miserable. As much as she loved her botany minor, this plant biology class was sapping her strength. Her history classes were challenging too, but not quite on the same level. History just came easy for her!

…Well, most of the time, anyway. Right now, studying felt impossible, but Flora had already turned down both Riju and Sidon’s offers to hang out for the night. She really needed to be ready for finals next week, and that meant study, study, study. No matter how difficult it was, she couldn’t afford to fail her classes.

Flora sighed, grabbing the notebook on her desk. Her notes were mostly neat, but the ones from last class were nearly illegible with how frantic she had been trying to scribble everything down. She groaned, dropping the notebook on her desk and slumping into her chair. She put her head down, folding her arms to act as a makeshift pillow.

Flora exhaled, closing her eyes for a moment. She hated feeling incapable, but university brought out those negative thoughts quite often. It was just so easy to give in to imposter syndrome, especially if you’re surrounded by people doing well when you… aren’t.

-> read the rest on ao3!

#linked university #linked university au #linked universe au #linked universe #lu flora #lu wild #lu sidon #lu riju #linked universe fanfic #ao3 #riv writes

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middleearthpixie · 1 year

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Better Days ~ Chapter Nine

A/N: This is the follow up to Playing With Fire, but can be read as a standalone. I thought Frerin deserved a nice, steamy romp just like his older brother got with Leda, so this is his story. I know I’ve got like three other fics to update, but I thought maybe I’d throw this out there and see what everyone thought of it…

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it.

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings: Modern!Frerin x ofc Elena Madison

Characters: Frerin, Thorin, Elena, Carol, Ashley, Vanessa, various patients, and a resident who gets chewed out.

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.8k

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Previous chapters can be found here.

Elena felt a pang of disappointment when she stepped onto the gym floor and saw what seemed like everyone in the world but Frerin there. Oh, well. It wasn't like they had a gym date. Besides, he worked nights. He had to be exhausted come six AM, so if he decided to go home and get some sleep, who could blame him?

Still, the disappointment was there and there was no denying. The best she could do was try to ignore it as she moved to the row of flat benches to claim one, setting her bag down beside the last empty one. Chest day was her worst, as it seemed if she missed a single workout, it sent her right back to the beginning, all progress lost.

She wiped down the bench and when it dried, settled to warm up with just the bar. She had been up to one hundred and twenty-five before she and Alyssa moved to Sidleburg, and as she placed the plates on the bar, she offered up a silent prayer she could still push that much weight.

After chalking her hands and lying flat, Elena gripped the bar and carefully lifted it from its rests. A little tough, but nothing she couldn’t handle, although by tenth rep, her arms were shaky. One-thirty was only slightly more difficult.

She realized halfway through her set of one-thirty-five that she’d made a terrible mistake as her arms trembled and the muscles screamed at her in protest. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to get the bar back up, a call for help bubbling to her lips.

“I’ve got you,” came a familiar voice and Frerin’s hands appeared between hers to grip the bar and he helped her guide it back to its rests. “You okay?”

Heat flooded her, but this time there was nothing pleasant about it. No, it was the scalding blush of abject embarrassment. She knew better. She definitely knew better. “I’m fine,” she managed, swallowing hard against the idiocy flowing through her. “I was a little too confident, I guess.”

“It happens. I almost dropped a bar on my face last week trying to push myself. That weird grunter guy saved my ass, believe it or not.”

“Grunty?”

“That’s the one.”

She sat up with a wince, rubbing just below her collarbone, where the muscle burned some. “You’re lucky he didn't drop it on you. I’m convinced he’s more show than actual muscle.”

“He’s lucky he didn't drop it on me.” He dropped his bag beside hers. “And I’m sorry I’m late. My ex-wife was supposed to be at the house by ten, but didn't get there until almost ten-thirty.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like we had a date.”

“Yeah, but I said I’d be here and I try to keep my word.” He crouched before her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I just feel stupid. I know better than to lift my usual when I’ve taken time off. I should’ve had a spotter.”

“Yeah, you should’ve.” He smiled. “But, you’re okay and that’s the important thing.”

She looked around at the bodies crowding the floor. “These are not my gym people. I wouldn’t trust any of them.”

“Didn’t you say that about the other gym people as well?”

“Yeah. They’re all weirdos here.” She reached for her water bottle. “Did she give you a hard time?”

“Toni?” He shook his head. “No more than usual. She can’t quite understand why I don't want her just walking into my house.”

“Is it your house?”

“Damn straight it is. I bought her out last summer. I figured it was easier than waiting for a judge to order that we sell it and split the proceeds and have to uproot the kids and move.” He crouched to unzip the bag. “But, she still thinks of it as her house. Gets highly insulted that I won’t let her treat it that way any longer.”

She watched him rummage through the bag, and wondered if she should ask the question hovering on her lips. But, nothing ventured, so… “When will your divorce be finalized?”

“I have no idea. It depends on how much fighting we do, I guess. I told you she’s trying to get custody of the kids, didn't I?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but they don't want to live with her.”

“Right and you really don't want to hear all the grimy details about my divorce, do you?”

“Frerin, it’s okay. I wouldn’t ask if I didn't want to know.”

He sighed softly, raking a hand through his hair. “It just seems like something that would make you run like hell in the other direction, hearing me go on like a bitter broken record.”

“So, let’s talk about something else.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” She rose from the bench. “You showing me how you hulk out when you’re of the right mindset.”

He smiled then, and she could almost see his spirits lift. “I just did chest the other day, remember.”

“Frerin, that was Tuesday. You should be beyond recovered from then by now.”

“I should be, but I’m old and I don't bounce back the way I used to, you know.”

“Please. Somehow, I really doubt that’s true.”

“Spot me.” He winked. “Just in case.”

“Brave man.”

“Yeah. Balls run in my family.”

She moved around to the head of the bench to get out of his way as he added a more forty-five pound plates, and a ten-pound plate to each side. He sank onto the bench, then bent to rummage through his bag once more, coming up with black and red wrist wraps. Velcro crackled as he unrolled them, then wrapped each wrist, and then he stretched out on his back and wrapped his hands about the bar.

The bar clanked softly as he slowly lifted it and while she didn't think he’d need her help, she made sure her hands were at the ready all the while trying like hell not to notice the way his black, long-sleeved workout top clung to the muscles he worked. Tried like hell not to notice how huge his hands were, or how thick his fingers were.

Tried like hell not to notice how hot he was or how much she enjoyed fooling around with him on the sofa the other night.

Tried like hell not to think about what having sex with him would be like.

That was the most difficult of to not think about because it was pretty much all she could think about. It had been a long time since she’d been attracted to any man, and the attraction she felt for him was far more powerful than any she remembered.

But, she managed to hide it.

At least, she hoped she did.

He lowered the bar to his chest, then pushed it back up with almost no effort. But by the tenth rep, a hint of tiredness wove into his exhale and he let out a heavy breath as he set the bar back on its rests. “I’m getting too old to work overnights,” he groaned, maneuvering out from beneath the bar.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes with one hand. Elena crouched alongside him. “If you’re tired, go home and get some sleep. You have a nice quiet house, take advantage of it.”

“I won’t be able to sleep just yet. Still too keyed up from work.”

“Rough night?”

“Not really.” He reached for his water and unscrewed the cap, then brought it to his lips for a long swallow. “I only had two kids. One got bitten by his kid sister and the other learned the hard way why jumping off the top bunk is a bad idea. Other than that,” he recapped the bottle to set on the floor, “I was dealing with adults all night. The ER was a zoo and like every other department in that hospital, they’re short-staffed.”

“So you take one for the team.”

He nodded. “I take one for the team. And you know, I’d rather deal with kids. Adults kind of suck.”

She couldn't help her chuckle. “That depends on your point of view. I had to listen to four classes of seventh graders piss and moan over having to write five pages during break.”

“Wow, what a bitch Mrs. Madison is.”

“Right?”

He stood then. “What weight do you want?”

“I think I’m done with bench presses. That last one actually kind of hurt.”

“Yeah? You want me to take a look? I am a doctor, you know.”

“Playing doctor here would be a bad idea,” she said without thinking.

“Somewhere else would be a good one, though.”

“It might be.” She smiled up at him and nudged him gently in the ribs. “But, I think I’m okay so down, boy.”

He grinned and without warning, bent to kiss her. It was a brief, light kiss, and when he drew back, he said, “I’ve been thinking about that since I left your place the other night.”

She smiled, her belly alive with butterflies at the look in his pale blue eyes. “Of course you were.”

“No, really, I have been.” He moved to add a five pound plate to the near end of the bar, then went around to the opposite side. “I like the way you kiss.”

“Well, there’s something I don't think I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah?” He slid the second five pound plate into place. “Well, I do.”

He came back around to where she stood and smiled down at her. “Spot for me again?”

She looked at the weights. “All that is standing between you and death by being squished, is me. Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. You’ll be fine.”

“You’re a brave man, Dr. Durin.”

He stretched back out on the bench, looked up at her, and winked, then curled his fingers about the bar once more. Ten reps, a little wobbly at the end, five more pounds put on. Little by little, the gym began to fill up and a step class started up. The instructor propped open both classroom doors, so the techno music drowned out all sound.

Frerin sat up and twisted toward the classroom. “Is that woman deaf? The floor is vibrating.”

He wasn't wrong. The weights on their rests moved from the vibration of the music and shaking her head, Elena said, “I can’t even hear myself think.”

“You want to go somewhere a little quieter?”

She smiled. “Are you asking me out again?”

“Yeah. Let’s go get a cup of coffee of something. This is bullshit.”

“I’m not exactly dressed for it.”

“Me, neither, and I don't look half as good as you do.”

“Uh, I’m a train wreck.”

“Nah.” He moved to tug the weights off the far end of the bar. “You’re a hot mess, which is better than a train wreck.”

“Is that so?” She grabbed the plates off the other end of the bar.

“Oh, yeah.” He nodded before turning to cross over to the wipes dispenser, where he grabbed two antiseptic wipes to bring back, and then proceeded to wipe down the bench and the bar. “So, what do you say?”

“Sure.”

“Great.” He smiled and moved back to crouch by his bag. He zipped it, stood, slung the strap over his shoulder and gestured toward the stairs. “After you.”

She picked up her bag and headed to the stairs and when they were at street level, said, “So, where should I meet you?”

“I can drive us both and we come back for your car.”

“Are you sure? I don't want to make you have to come all the way back.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He smiled. “I’m the Infiniti in the corner.”

He pointed to a silver QX50 parked somewhat off-kilter in between a Camry and an Elantra and as the rain fell harder, his hand came to rest at the small of her back. “Shall we?”

“Sure.” She let him hurry her toward the car, which he unlocked with the fob in one hand. When they reached it, he moved around her to tug open the passenger door and as she sank into the dark gray leather seat, he closed the door behind her.

The rear door opened and he tossed his bag onto the back seat, slammed that door, then climbed into the drive’s seat and hit the ignition button to turn over the engine. “We’re going to get looks, you know,” she said as he set the defroster on high and kicked on the rear defroster as well.

“Probably. But what are the odds we will ever see any of them ever again?”

She smiled as she sat back. “True. I just hope I don't smell.”

He looked over at her, one hand resting at the top of the steering wheel. “You didn't in there,” he said, nodding toward the gym building. “I think you’re safe. But,” he let out a slow exhale, “if you’d rather not go, you can just say so, you know. I’m a big boy. I can handle rejection.”

“If I didn't want to go, I wouldn’t have said yes,” she told him softly.

He leaned over then and as his lips met hers, she slid one hand along his neck, her fingers stretching up into his hair. His lips moved gently against hers and she parted them, his tongue soft and teasing as it swept along hers.

The car’s interior seemed to warm quickly, and when he drew back, she saw the windows had actually steamed up a little, which made her smile. “I have fogged a car’s widows in a long time.”

“Yeah, me, neither,” he said with a breathless laugh. “And we should probably go if we’re going before someone calls the cops on us.”

She sat back. “Probably a good idea.”

He winked and eased the transmission into reverse to back out of the spot, shifted into drive, and maneuvered out of the parking lot, out onto Route Seven. Rain pattered the windshield, but the wipers made almost no sound as they swept back and forth to clear it.

“I’m amazed that you’re so awake,” she told him.

“I’m used to working overnights,” he told her, his hand resting on the gearshift, his long fingers relaxed over the knob. “And it’s better if I push through until nine or ten in the morning, then get some sleep.”

“It’s almost elven-thirty. Are you working tonight?”

“Six, yeah. I’ll be fine. I’ll go home and get a few hours’ sleep and hope it’s quiet tonight.”

“What if it isn’t?”

“Coffee becomes my best friend.”

“Frerin.”

“What? It does.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

“I’ll be fine, my patients will be fine. My nights are usually quiet.”

She shook her head. “Still, this could’ve waited.”

“Yeah,” he bobbed his head, “it could’ve, but I wanted to see you.”

Those words sent a delicious flutter through her, one she hadn’t felt probably since high school. “I would have understood.”

His hand rose from the shift and came to rest atop hers, and he linked his fingers with hers. “I didn't want to wait another day if I didn’t have to.”

As he spoke, those fingers tightened and his thumb brushed along the outside of her hand to send another rush through her. “Again, I’d have understood.”

He glanced over at her and grinned. “Am I pulling you away from anything?”

“Not at all. Alyssa is getting cranky—she just wants to get back to her life, so I’m glad to get out of the house for a little while.”

“What’re the two of you doing for Christmas?”

“Christmas?” She sighed softly. “We’ll do Christmas morning, then I’m taking her to Newark to catch a one o’clock flight to Florida.”

“Florida? Her dad?”

“Close. Her grandparents. She’ll spend the break with them and come home on New Year’s Day. What about you?”

“They’ll go to their mother’s on Christmas and be home the day after.”

“So, you’ll be alone on Christmas, too?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll probably go over to my brother’s for the day. It’s the twins’ first Christmas and our sister and her boys will be there as well.”

“That sounds like a lovely way to spend the holiday.”

He glanced over at her. “Noisy, is what it will be. Between Fíli and Kíli and six month old babies? I’m going to make it a short stay.”

The traffic light at Seven and Harper Street turned yellow, so Frerin slowed and as he did, the pager in the console began buzzing. He snagged it, glaring at the readout. “It’s the hospital. I have to answer this.”

“I get it. It’s okay.”

He pulled off into a parking lot and took his cell phone from the clip on the dashboard. “It’s Dr. Durin, someone paged me?”

He glanced over at her and nodded. “Yeah, she came through the ER around midnight. They were waiting for a bed to open up in Ortho and she was supposed to go up then.” A pause. “Are you kidding me? She’s still there? Okay, who’s on for the Ortho—no, you know what, never mind. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

He hung up and slapped the phone back onto the clip. “I have to swing by the hospital. Remember the kid I told you about who jumped off the top bunk?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s still in the ER waiting on Ortho, so I’m going to go in and yell at whoever is on for making a ten year old sit in the ER all night on a leg that needs surgical repair. I can run you back to your car if you don’t feel like hanging around.”

“No, it’s fine.” She smiled. “I kind of want to see you in your element, when my kid is not the patient.”

He signaled and carefully pulled back into to traffic and a a few minutes later, he was pulling into the physician’s parking area of the lot. “Hopefully this won’t take too long.”

She climbed out of the Infiniti. “Don’t worry about it. It takes as long as it takes. I don't mind waiting.”

He pushed the door shut and she fell into step alongside him. “Now, you run the Pediatrics Department, right?”

“That’s right.”

“So, why are you in the ER?”

“We, like everyone else in the world, are short staffed. Too much burnout and not enough docs, so I’ve been covering when I can, like everyone else here.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

“It is. I mean, you get used to it, but that doesn’t necessarily make it easier.”

Elena braced herself for the icy rain as they emerged from the deck to the narrow roadway where ambulances and cars could pull up right to the ER’s doors, and turned her head to the side as the wind swept the droplets harder against her.

The doors opened automatically and Elena scuffed her feet across the mats to dry the soles of her shoes so she wouldn’t slip and as the inner doors opened, Frerin caught her by the hand, explaining, “So I don’t lose you.”

He wasn't kidding. The ER was a madhouse, far busier than it was the night she’d brought Alyssa in. They passed through the ER waiting area, which was almost out of seats, it was so crowded, and at the doors, Frerin tugged his ID from his jacket pocket to swipe it, and as the doors opened, he said, “Carol, who’s on for Ortho this morning?”

A petite blonde looked up from her notes, her forehead creasing. “Frerin, what are you doing back?”

“Ashley paged me about Hailey Miller. She’s still down here?”

Carol nodded. “Yeah, her mother’s been hounding us about getting her moved, but we have to wait for the consult and no one’s come down yet. It always gets like this when Harris is away and she’s in Maui until after the New Year.”

“Of course she is.”

“Frerin,” another nurse in cranberry stepped away from the radio, “Thirty-Seven is bringing in the victims of a two car collision out on Seven.”

“How many?”

“Five. Two are being airlifted to Robert Wood in New Brunswick, but the other three are on their way here and will be rolling up at any minute.”

“Wonderful.” Frerin clipped his ID to his tee shirt. “Do me a favor and find out who’s on in Ortho and tell them I want a word with them now.”

He looked back atCarol. “This is Elena Madison, would you mind showing her to the lounge while I go and find out what’s going on up there?”

“Not at all.” Carol smiled. “Come with—”

Before she could get the rest of the words out, the double doors leading from the waiting room slammed open and paramedics rushed in. “Seventeen year old driver of two-car MVA with crush injuries to lower extremities, BP is—”

Elena jumped out of the way as they hurried by her and just before he crossed into the exam room, Frerin looked over his shoulder at her. “I’ll be out when I can, Elena.”

“It’s okay!” She looked over at Carol. “Just point me in the right direction. They probably need you in there.”

Carol nodded. “Down around the corner, first door on your right.”

And with that, she was gone as well as more paramedics rolled up. From where she stood, Elena could see Frerin in the sage green tiled room, stethoscope in his ears, his attention on the injured kid on his table.

“Look out!”

She jumped aside once more, her, “I’m sorry,” lost in the clatter and whir of metal wheels. Since she didn't want to get hit again, or be in anyone’s way, she hurried down to the lounge and pushed open the door.

A willowy brunette was making coffee and turned as Elena came into the room. “Patients aren’t supposed to be back here. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Oh, I’m not a patient. I’m here with Dr. Durin.”

The brunette’s already wide dark eyes widened further. “Really? He’s not on right now as far as I know.”

“He isn’t, someone paged him about a patient and he came back just in time for the car accident to come in. I’m just waiting for him.”

“Oh. Okay. He knows you’re here?”

“I came with him, so yes, he does.”

“Okay. Then, I guess make yourself comfortable and if you’d like some coffee, there’s milk and half and half in the fridge.”

“Thank you.”

The nurse smiled and finished setting the coffeepot before going back out onto the floor. It was far quieter in the lounge than on the floor and Elena sighed softly as she sank onto the cracked leatherette sofa along the far wall.

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Tagged by @voluptatiscausa and @kotias! ❤️❤️

How many works do you have on ao3?

19!

What's your total ao3 word count?

81,653. Less 2,655 for BooB Omens (the bad porn crack fic collaboration).

What fandoms do you write for?

Good Omens, entirely and completely.

Top five fics by kudos:

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea: Crowley’s been giving Aziraphale space to adjust to being on his own, finally free of Heaven. Now, a gorgeous American philanthropist has started hanging around the bookshop. Has Crowley left things Too Late? (Spoiler alert: There’s a very happy resolution.)

Is This Desire?: A smutty, sex-pollen meditation on desire and consent.

O You and Me At Last: News of one of Aziraphale’s past admirers has Crowley feeling a little… possessive.

one more river (and that's the river of jordan): They are alone now — they are free. They are both nervous, but eager, newlyweds. (My very first posted fic ever!)

In contenti e in allegria: Completely shameless PWP, honeymoon in Paris edition. With 69, galettes, and cheering from the peanut gallery.

Do you respond to comments?

Oh gosh yes! I love to say thank you and generally flail.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh gosh. I don't write much angst; my soft heart can't take it. I guess Revolver, a double drabble set in the late 1960s, ends with unresolved pining: "Aziraphale loosened the knot of his tie slightly, and swallowed. He wasn’t actually certain he could withstand The Firebird, not with Crowley so close. Maybe the be-bop had been the lesser evil, after all."

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh lord have mercy. I think nearly everything I've written has been deliriously happy in the end, because of who I am as a person (and the fact that I started writing fic because I actually could not stand the heartbreak of S2 for one more second without losing my entire mind; I was genuinely not okay).

Set Me As a Seal Upon Your Heart is probably the longest, happiest, most glowing ending.

Confiteor may have been the biggest relief.

Do you get hate on fics?

I have gotten exactly zero so far. People have been so lovely.

Do you write smut?

I write a lot of smut. I have.... 3 T-rated works, 4 M-rated works, and the rest are E.-rated. I'm actually surprised it's 3 T-rated. I thought it was 1. I guess I wrote a couple of non-smutty drabbles.

Craziest crossover:

Lololol there is a very smol Lord Peter Wimsey crossover in a footnote to one more river. That is so far the only crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If I have, I'm blissfully unaware <- same as two prev....

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet, although I got (and said yes to) a request to translate Da Pacem, a sestina about Aziraphale and Crowley stealing hours to meet under cover of darkness to plan their resistance (and perhaps to engage in... other activities).

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Other than BooB Omens, no! (Which was an extremely loose and wild collab that just kinda happened one evening; I spent all of like 15 minutes writing a deliberately stupid paragraph.) I would love to collab more!

All time favorite ship?

Aziraphale/Crowley, always. I do not know why, but they have taken over my entire brain in a way that nothing else ever has. And I was there for Picard/Crusher, Mulder/Scully, and Buffy/Angel, which were a lot.

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

Hnnnng I really want to write one followup to the Auprès de ma blonde timeline, but it's so so patchy and poorly developed as of the last uh six months.

What are your writing strengths?

I am told that I am good at multi-sensory smut, and humor, and that there is a smoothness and flow to my writing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I do not know what I am doing with any sort of complicated plot! So far, the most plot I have ever managed was a very very simple and short-lived apparent love triangle in Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. I am trying to write more of a plot for a fic containing Leonardo da Vinci, but that WIP has been superseded by Event Fics for the last few months. It will happen!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Sure? I can almost do it if it's French (as long as I am allowed to look things up). (French friends, privately tell me how bad did I fuck it up in Auprès de ma blonde; I will sneakily fix it. I am sorry that I did not know you when I was writing it or I would have asked you to beta-read it!)

First fandom you wrote in?

Ahahahahaha, Baby-Sitters Club, if you count handwritten fic in a notebook that never saw anybody's eyes but my own. We're talking original-era BSC books here.

If you mean posted on the internet.... it was Good Omens.

Favorite fic you've written?

Oh gosh. I cannot pick just one.

Is This Desire? is probably the one that I feel the most accomplished about.

O You and Me At Last has what might be my favorite smut scene.

Exsultet was probably the one that took the most effort to write -- I still have a completely-different alternate version in WIPs that is getting closer to seeing the light of day.

And my newest fic, Gibraltar May Tumble, is probably the most I have ever had to trust the process while writing; it started out so larval and had to go through a whole metamorphosis.

Gosh I don't even know who to tag that hasn't already played. Er, @onedappercat, @wingsofopal, ???

#tag game #writing #fic writing

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Cousin Jen

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Five of Six

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Summary: Amber catches up with Jen and Jackson while Andrew talks to Jen about Matt.

Words: 2700

I walk down the hall outside the surgical floor putting my baby blue scrub cap on getting ready to assist Alex and Amelia with their open brain surgery. Since Qadri took my place with Jackson and they needed an assist I was put on the board. The patient is a 12-year-old girl named Kimmie Park who has a recurrent low-grade glioma that came back. Now we’re operating on her while she’s awake so we can get the tumor out and hopefully don’t damage her in the process.

Twenty minutes of prepping her and I already like the kid and that’s saying something since kids normally annoy me. She’s the only pre-teen I know who loves Broadway musicals and I mean all musicals, not just Hamilton. Although I will admit it is great for a 21st century show. She also sings, she sang Maybe This Time from Cabaret while I was prepping her, and I joined in because like her I find Liza Minelli soothing.

“Hey.” I turn to find Jen grinning as she walks toward me just before I get past the red line. She’s wearing a loose gray sweater with light wash boyfriend jeans and black high heel boots, “I just thought I’d see you in doctor mode while Pierce and your boo are working on mine.”

I raise an eyebrow at her, “You wanted to give the guys privacy so they can speak freely, didn’t you?”

She shrugs unashamed, “What can I say you rubbed off on me in the four years we’ve lived together. What are you doing right now?”

I tuck my hair strands inside my cap, “I’m helping Alex and Shepherd with an awake brain surgery on a kid. She has a tumor and we gotta get it out.”

“Sounds fun. If this EKG shows nothing does that confirm he’s a lying son of a bitch and I should clear his things out and find a roommate on Craigslist.”

I chuckle, “Okay first stay away from Craigslist when it comes to human beings. Don’t ask me how I know and second if the EKG is negative, we’ll do an echo to check for heart abnormalities and tests to rule out artery obstructions and seizure activities.”

Jen looks worried, “It’s a lot of tests for one man. You’re not doing this just for me are you?” I grin at her sincerity, “I know I’m pushing for an answer but I don’t want to impose.”

“As much as I adore you, I wouldn’t do that. I’m doing it for Matt, the guy who stole from my junk food stash and took up half my bathroom shelf.” We chuckle at the memories of our time in New York.

“You know he complained about you too.” Jen informs me, “He said you never set the coffee timer and that you never let him choose movie night.”

“I let him pick the musical for my half birthday my generosity ended there.” I look at the door and see Alex and Shepherd putting their booties on. I turn to Jen, “I really have to go, I’ll see you after surgery.” I open the double doors and walk past the red line off to save a life.

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After getting the results of Matt’s EKG and asking questions about his engagement Andrew walks down the hall and spots Jen outside the surgical floor turning to leave. He doesn’t know if Jen is right to worry about Matt having cold feet but he knows it would put her mind at ease to know what he said when he subtly interrogated him during Maggie’s exam. He approached her with a grin to put her worries at ease.

“Hey, I finished playing Law and Order with your fiancé while Maggie did the exam.” Jen’s eyes lit up, “Do you want to hear what he said when I asked him how he felt about getting married?”

“Well that depends on whether his exam explains these fainting spells or now.” Jen retorts still worried.

“When I asked him if he was nervous, he said the only time he felt nervous around you was when he let you row the boat in the central park lake.” Jen grins at that memory as Andrew chuckles continuing, “And he said he was right to because you flipped the canoe over and you two almost drowned and ended up a TikTok meme.”

“That lake was crazy filthy, I had to shower twenty times to get the New York gunk out of my hair and…other places.” Jen shudders grinning at the recollection. She looks at Andrew grinning assumingly at her that she is able to discern, “You seem like a nice guy and I am happy that for once my best friend found that in a place where her previously hated brother lives of all places. And I appreciate you doing this for me and I would also appreciate you giving me a straight answer about Matt’s exam so I can know if I should be worried or not.”

Andrew frowns at that and gets to the point, “The EKG came back negative for any heart abnormalities and the blood test we did before that looked okay as well. All the tests point to him being healthy.”

Jen inhales and looks conflicted, “Thank god…right?”

Andrew can tell Jen is going down the route Roy planted again and tries to console her, “Jen we don’t know that this has anything to do with you.”

“We don’t know that it doesn’t.” Jen counters and sits in a chair in the waiting area looking up at him with sad eyes, “My mother married a guy who didn’t love her and she was miserable. I mean she thought she knew him but the drugs and the lying and the cheating it all came out after they got married.” Andrew sits next to her listening attentively, “I can’t repeat the past after what I saw growing up I just can’t.”

Andrew nods understanding, “Yeah I know the feeling. My parents got divorced too and it was really bad like move to another country to get away from your husband bad. I would worry I would end up like my dad but I’ve learned not to compare myself to him. And you shouldn’t compare Matt with your father, do you really think after two years he doesn’t love you?”

Jen sighs and leans back in the chair, “I don’t know…he could just be using me for the sex I guess.” Andrew clears his throat in discomfort and shifts in his chair causing Jen to chuckle, “Oh come on you’re a freaking doctor me having damn good sex shouldn’t make you react like a nun in a brothel.”

Andrew chuckles, “You sound like my sister. Look Jen I don’t know Matt that well and I don’t know the whole story between the two of you but I do know you shouldn’t let the past hang over like a chandelier.”

Jen looks slightly convinced, “I know I’ve done enough therapy to get to that point…but you gotta honest here, the timing of these spells and the proposal it’s pretty damning isn’t it?” Jen sighs in despair as Andrew looks at her in sympathy.

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After Kimmie’s surgery I walk down the hall to talk to Jackson so I can be briefly distracted from reality. During the surgery we found out that the tumor is too close to her speech center and removing it would make Kimmie lose her speaking abilities but keeping it in would make it grow and kill her in a few months. Now Shepherd and Alex are discussing chemo treatment with her grandma which made it my cue to leave. After Matt’s EKG came back negative, we sent them to a hotel so they can rest before we do another test in the morning. I’m sure Jen is wracking her brain trying to decide if the whole relationship was a lie or not.

I need something to distract me from that and a little girl dying or suffering from chemo and Jackson might just help me. Ever since I talked to him yesterday about Priya, he hasn’t texted me or asked me for her number. I am slightly offended that he is wasting all the time and energy I put to fixing him up with multiple women. I might be overly ambitious but when I start a project, I like to see good results and I need to let Jackson know that. I walk past Catherine as she gets out of the lab and enter the lab to find Jackson looking annoyed.

“Hey how goes it in the future of medicine?”

Jackson exhales, “Well despite my mother’s efforts I am fully committed and trying to make headway even after you abandoned me for Shepherd.” I frown at that and glare at him reminding him of why I did that, “But you didn’t plan for your cousin’s fiancé to have a mysterious illness so I can’t fully blame you. I kind of wish you’d chosen someone other than Qadri to assist me I’m pretty sure there’s puddle of drool she left next to me.”

I snicker at Qadri’s obvious crush on him, “Well everyone else was taken, Hellmouth’s with Grey, the chief has Blood Bank, Parker’s with Hunt the only interns left were Roy and Qadri and as much as I would like to, I don’t want to see you bash Roy’s head in with the microscope ruining your work.”

Jackson looks at me confused, “And why would I do that to Roy?”

I widen my eyes realizing that I revealed something I shouldn’t have, “No reason?”

Jackson raises an eyebrow at me and turns his chair to face me fully with an inquired look, “Come on spill it what do you know?”

I groan at what I just did, “You really don’t want to know trust me.”

“Well now I need to know tell me.”

I sigh at his request and reluctantly comply, “He’s uh he’s sleeping with your ex.”

Jackson raises an eyebrow at me, “Which ex?”

I give him a ‘really?’ look, “Your ex-wife, Dr. Kepner.” After that reveal instead of roaring in anger he’s laughing like a little kid being tickled genuinely surprising me, “Well that’s a reaction I wasn’t expecting.”

Jackson stops but still grins, “Amber I’ve known April for a long time for years and trust me when I say she is not the kind of person who has meaningless flings with random guys let alone interns with party boy personalities. Who did you hear this from?”

“Roy.” Jackson scoffs like I’m confirming he’s lying, “And I wouldn’t trust his word alone except she runs from him every time he walks up to her. Women only scurry like that with one night stands they seriously regret and with Roy it wouldn’t be a first. You have to admit she’s been a little south of acting responsible lately given how me and Andrew went to Joe’s last week and she was playing hot bartender with the interns. And then the next morning I administered fluids into her at her request.”

Jackson looks away in shock and disgust, “Roy?” I nod bitterly and he groans, “Great now I’m wishing I never asked you.”

“Hey, I tried to warn you man.” I remind him, “If it makes you feel any better, he called my cousin a dumb bimbo last night and she responded by punching him straight into his strawberry basket.”

Jackson winces at that and chuckles in delight, “It does make me feel better actually, I wish you recorded and posted it.”

“I’m sure there will be another girl Roy offended who will assault him and I will be ready with my Instagram account and 300 followers.” Jackson nods in delight, “Now on to business, did you call that girl I picked up for you the other night?”

Jackson clears his throat, “Um no I was busy.”

I look at him offended, “You know science has proven that endorphins can relieve stress and as a result the brain functions are higher and your energy level increases. I mean you’ve been working nonstop at this and the pressure is clearly getting to you it would get to me, when was the last time you got laid?”

Jackson pinches the bridge of his nose clearly annoyed, “Please tell me you didn’t just ask me when I had sex.”

“Oh, come on just tell me I won’t judge, I mean I will judge but in my head.”

Jackson scoffs, “I am focused on this contest there is no time.”

I chuckle at that, “Oh please there’s always time and your gender has proven to have fast reaction rates when it comes to this. I’m an intern, I’m busy 24/7 and DeLuca and I find the time in whatever private space we can.”

Jackson looks away horrified, “Dear god do you and my mother have the same brain?”

“At least she and I get laid unlike you.” Jackson groans at that and even I wince at it, “Too far?”

“Way too far now go away please.”

I try to amend myself, “Look I’m sorry I’m not trying to scar you. I’m just wondering why you’re wasting all the work I put in for you.” He looks at me confused, “I mean the whole point of this is to find you someone to connect with causing me to bask in the glory of our success.”

Jackson chuckles, “You were the girl that made her friend work out to help them loose weight even when they quit aren’t you?”

I shrug unashamed, “When I start a project, I like to see good results and I can’t get results if the control isn’t reacting. My ambition aside, I just came back from an open brain surgery on a little girl who needs chemo to get rid of a tumor that’s just gonna come back. Also, my loving cousin who found love with a good friend of mine is doubting that love and might call off the engagement. I need something good from today and you are not giving it.” Jackson looks away guilty like I planned, “Now Priya is nice and elegant and hot not to mention a lawyer. A civil rights lawyer, she’s not in it for the money from keeping the fat cat’s fat. She’s generous it’s sexy.”

“Then why don’t you sleep with her?” Jackson asks clearly annoyed which I don’t take.

“Why don’t you?” I counter causing Jackson to sigh, “Now listen here I took the time to be your wingman and I introduced you to over a dozen women all of them beautiful and amazing in their own ways and you know what you did?”

“I am sure your gonna answer it.” Jackson says in annoyance.

“Nothing, nada, niente.” I inform him, “Do you know how insulting that is for me?”

Jackson looks at a loss for words, “…I’m sorry?”

I shake my head at him, “Maybe Jen is right maybe something or someone is keeping you from enjoying my gifts so when you worked that out and are ready to unwrap one of the presents you know where to find me.” With that I walk out the door hoping he got the message and I stop in the hallway suddenly as our conversation about sex got me thinking about Matt’s condition and it’s like a lightbulb went out, “Oh my god.” I rush back into the lab and approach Jackson who looks at me like a little kid bursting in on her dad at work.

“I told you I need-”

“Can constant repetitive motion form a trigger point in the muscle?”

Jackson looks confused for a moment, “What?”

“Can you get a pressure point in the muscle that when pressed causes you to pass out with no neurological symptoms beforehand?”

Jackson thinks, “I mean it’s possible, it happens with athletes but that’s only when they work out in one position only, why do you ask?”

I chuckle in delight, “Because I think I know what’s wrong with Matt.” Jackson looks at me in surprise and I run out the door to see if my theory is correct.

#greys anatomy #greysedit #headcanon #amber karev #jackson avery #andrew deluca #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #giacomo gianniotti #ariana grande #matt bennett

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possessingtheproperspirit · 1 year

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Fic Author Self Rec

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

Thanks for tagging me, @kay-elle-cee <3 I found this very hard haha as self-reccing goes against everything I hold dear, but nonetheless here we are...

the way you left me || At nineteen, James vanishes, and Lily breaks.

I wrote this in a fevered rush, and I think it's the one I'm most proud of overall. Not entirely sure why, which doesn't lend itself to this sort of post, does it? It's sad and sweet and painful and all the things I like writing most. Angst with a happy, hopeful ending is my sweet spot.

2. Uninvited || With NEWTs looming, friends gather at the Potters' cottage in Wales to study and let off steam during the Easter holidays of their seventh year.

What's not to enjoy about pining, a Welsh beach and a 'there was only one bed' scenario? It includes this sentence, which I feel nicely encapsulates the gang:

They ate their fill; Mary tried to teach them a strange Muggle game called cricket, which James had a natural affinity for (“ever the fucking sportsman,” Marlene jeered from her position on the opposing team); Sirius tried to lead a team into the shallows, forgetting that the waters around the British Isles were frigid at the best of times; Remus built a bonfire in a bid to stop said team from developing frostbite.

I mean, what more can I say?

3. Forget-Me-Not (cw: sa). ||. At eighteen, Lily Evans fell - and fell hard - for James Potter, a classmate she had never given much thought to before. He seemed as into her as she was into him, so why is it, when she starts a new job almost a decade and a lot of water under that particular bridge later, that her new boss - James Potter himself - doesn't seem to remember her at all? A Don’t You Forget About Me by Mhairi Mcfarlane AU fic.

I wasn't going to include this one, but I guess I changed my mind? I'm proud that I a) finished this fic at all, and b) hopefully managed a very fine balance in dealing with an extremely sensitive subject. It was all a very personal writing experience and I guess I'm glad it all came out okay in the end.

4. A Lesson in Communication || There's a rule at his school that teachers are strictly not allowed to date the parents of pupils. James has never minded this rule before...

This largely started because it so amused me to think of James wrangling children at sports day. This is one of those stories that was supposed to be a quick thing, and then morphed into a nearly-12k monster whereby the misunderstandings piled up on top of each other like delicious pancakes. Yes, if anyone asked a straightforward question this fic would be about 500 words. Yes, my favourite bit is still Remus' reaction when he realises James' mistake.

5. The Price We Pay || As the summer before their sixth year comes to an end, Sirius, Remus, Lily and James consider how things may be different on their return to Hogwarts. When Sirius finally breaks free from his toxic home, it should be a fresh start - but unfortunately, it's the start of a spiral that will threaten the foundations of friendship, and change their lives irrevocably.

Last but not least! That blurb could do with updating, really, given that now – 27 chapters in – we're into seventh year and rather a lot has happened, haha. Still, when I started it, I didn't think I'd write more than maybe five or six chapters, and then it sort of grew its own little legs and scurried away from me. You know, how writing does? It's my original baby fic and I love it so but I also go through phases where I worry it's all utter bollocks, so it's very much a rollercoaster of a relationship. There is something both wonderful and challenging in writing a canon multi-chap, especially in this fandom where there are so many amazing canon multi-chaps. We battle on.

What a strange, therapy-esque post this ended up being 😅

Tagging (please feel free to ignore if you don't fancy it/have already done it) @wearingaberetinparis @mppmaraudergirl @clare-with-no-i @thequibblah @isahorcrux

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chaotictarlos · 2 years

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I’ve always dreamed of me and you, now here we are

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tag: Secret Dating AU, Social Worker!Carlos Reyes, Professor TK Strand, ex’s to lovers, warnings to be added, smut in later chapters

Summary: It’s a tale as old as time, meeting the right person but during the wrong time of life. TK Strand and Carlos Reyes dated in college but parted ways when they graduated, not knowing they would ever see each other again. Six years later, Carlos is working as a social worker in Travis County and TK has just accepted a position as a professor at The University of Texas at Austin. They run into each other when a mutual friend invited TK out for the evening.

Authors Note: Thank you to @noxsoulmate for beta'ing for me. I hope you guys are enjoying this fic as much as I am! Leave me a comment and check out my season 4 Fics! Please don't hate me for this chapter.

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By the time fall break rolls around, TK is exhausted. He feels like he’s put in more work in the last few months than he has in his entire career. Which isn’t true, but working as a teacher introduced him to a whole other level of exhaustion than he would have thought was real.

Just like his students, he’s looking forward to a full week off where he can sleep and laze around.

Maybe go on a date or two.

TK spends his first day of break catching up on some much-needed sleep and doesn’t roll out of bed until after noon. When he wakes, he feels refreshed and less like he is going to melt under the stress of teaching students and grading papers.

He starts his day out with a shower, letting the warm water loosen his sore body and his thoughts drift into less-than-appropriate places where Carlos might still be the focus point. He allows his mind to wander, touching himself and coming to Carlos’ name falling from his lips and only feeling a smidge of guilt.

TK knows that he needs to stop getting off to the thought of Carlos, but it is so hard not to. Carlos is still everything that TK has ever wanted in a partner.

Except he isn’t his partner.

After their talk - a talk that might have killed TK a little inside - they haven’t hooked up again. There were a couple of close calls, but they both managed to pull themselves back and stay in the murky waters of friendship. TK doesn’t really like it, but it’s okay because he’s the one who suggested it and pushed for a friendship without anything getting confusing.

Only because TK is quite sure that Carlos isn’t interested in having another relationship with him, which is fine because TK is perfectly happy with being friends.

After he gets out of the shower he makes his way to the kitchen to make himself something to eat when his phone pings with a text message. Humming softly to himself, he pulls his phone from his pocket and unlocks it, only mildly surprised to see that it’s a message from Paul.

[Paul] Hey, I have a friend that I think you might hit it off with.

[TK] Are you trying to set me up with someone? Again?

[Paul] Yes. Dude, you’ve been here months and you haven’t gone on a single date. You need to live a little.

TK thinks about it as he puts together a sandwich for himself. Paul isn’t wrong - TK hasn’t gone on dates but he’s hooked up with one guy that he met at the club a few weeks ago and then Carlos once. Maybe he should give in and go on a date with Paul’s friend, it wouldn’t really hurt anyone and it would fall into TK’s plan to go on a few dates during fall break.

[TK] Okay, sure, send me his info and I’ll set it up.

[Paul] You can just meet him at Roaring Fork at 7.

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tags: @strangefurychaos @sapphire11 @first-kanaphan@noxsoulmate@rangergurlgleek1211@detective-giggles @tarlos-spain @lonestardust@bubblesandroses8@thebumblecee@mooshkat@importantbailiffpaperpony@otter-love-asll @paperstorm

#chaotic fics #professor!tk strand #social worker!carlos reyes #tarlos #tk strand x carlos reyes #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos secret dating au #secret dating au #911 lone star #911 ls #911 lonestar #validate me and enjoy my fic

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sith-qween · 2 years

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Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 3.6K

Rating: M (later on)

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, No protection, probably more, I will update as we go lol

After floating around in the darkness, your body unmoving and your senses dulled; you started to wonder if maybe you did die after all. There was nothing but darkness, and you were alone. It was comforting and yet it scared you, you had only really just started to put together your life and it was snatched up from under you like a drop of the hat. It was eerie how easily everything could end, just like that; with no rhyme or reason.

Then you tried, as a last ditch effort, to move your fingers; surprised when you actually felt something under them instead of nothing. It was kind of scruffy and worn, but it was also somehow soft; and very familiar. Taking a deep breath your chest lifted before slowly falling, a very dull scent reached your nose as you realised the same feeling was also all around your body. Was it a blanket? Testing it, you moved your hand, grabbing a fistful of the sheets before the pain shot up your arm causing a weak groan to escape your lips.

Your body tensed up from the waves of pain the movement had caused, 'Okay, definitely not dead yet..' you thought to yourself in pain. Taking another breath to try and reanimate your heavy body takes some conscious effort to manage to finally peel your eyelids open. [E/c] optics flickering shut once more before they open to the blurry haze of faint and dull colours of your room. Noticing that you were in one of the housing rooms, and not a healing tank, you started to wonder why that might be and your mind slowed down and reeled back, trying not to overwhelm you and cause a dizzy spell.

"[Y/N]" an uncharacteristically soft voice called out to you. Your mind tried to figure out who's voice it was, none of them ever sounded so soft and careful, it almost scared you. Then the silence followed once more, shutting your eyes to try and rebuild some kind of strength. You turned your head in the direction of the voice, eyes opening again to see three very familiar faces. Something about seeing them caused you to relax again, and another part of you wanted to scream, who knew what they would do; the things they would say and how they would lecture you and make you feel worse.

But nothing followed. They all watched you with care, almost as if they were scared their gazes would break you, like speaking might shatter you in your fragile state. However, even in this state you could feel something, something old and familiar start to bubble up. Seeing such soft and pitiful looks coming from them caused your eyes to narrow in their direction. A sudden wave of strength washed over you, even if it was only there to prove a point. Seeing it you sneered and pushed yourself upright, ignoring the screams and protests that followed in your body, fueled by your Saiyan Pride, you wouldn't sit back and let them treat you like some lesser being.

Almost instantly, the three twitched as if they wanted to move forward and make you rest, but the glare that followed made them stay where they were. They could see it in your eyes, the pride and defiance that was fueling your body now, and there was a glimmer of pride reaching their eyes at the sight. You were weak, broken, and maybe even a little bit terrified; but you weren't dead yet.

Having sat up, you needed to take a few heavy breaths, the movement having taken a lot more out of you then you had originally expected, but instead you shut your eyes and took a single deep breath; fighting against all of your natural urges. Opening them you looked over your body, seeing the bandages that covered the lengths of your arms, covering the obviously red and scarring marks from when the ground shattered and cut into your skin. Aside from that, you could see all of them, the bruises. The large dark purple marks that danced with greens and yellows, painting your once clear skin.

You were not wearing your normal suit, instead it was a simple tank top, but you could feel the tightness around your stomach, your brain wincing at what kind of damage could be under the bandages there; well aside from the ribs that had been clearly broken. Taking a few painful breaths you knew they had taken you to a pod before, you weren't nearly as bad or as broken as you should have been, but you had been bad enough to be left with leftover pain.

The silence had been hanging in the room for far too long. The only sound was your slightly broken breaths, and the soft sounds of you moving around in the bed. None of the men said anything, they just waited patiently in silence for you; which you found weird as well. Glancing over at the trio with a confused expression you silently hoped one of them would explain, not knowing just yet if you trusted your voice not to break and waver at the moment.

Noticing you were finally ready, settled in, recomposed; the three finally moved. Shifting around into more comfortable positions from where they lounged in your room as your eyes fell on Vegeta. He stood against the wall with his arms across his chest, his face watching yours intently.

"I'm sure you have many questions, and before you ask; I will try and get you up to date with what has happened." he said, his deep voice slicing through the heavy silence like a knife. While he seemed his normal composed self, you could see the caution in his eyes as he spoke. Giving him the smallest nod he took that as his sign to continue on.

"The other day we seemed to have an unwelcome guest who overheard you before we left for the mission, needless to say that Lord Frieza doesn't take that kind of crap, from anyone. After his little warning, we took you to the Medical Bay where they managed to patch you up. Cuts and bruises were the least of your worries. He managed to break 7 ribs, as well as your collar bone. We had to put you in a special tank that tends to inner damage, so you will have to deal with a few scraps for now.. after that we brought you back here, waiting for you to come to."

The silence followed again. Peeling your eyes from the Prince you looked over at Nappa and then Raditz, before glancing back down at your covered body. Taking in a deep breath to try and absorb the information you have been given, you could feel the remains of the broken ribs in your chest, the phantom pains lingering and scratching into your chest as you breathed a little deeper than normal. Yeah, the damage done was believable, especially considering that Frieza had tossed you around like some kind of rag doll, you were surprised that was all.

"Now that you are up to speed, why don't we go and get something for you to eat, surely you need some kind of nutrition." he stated, his words breaking through your train of thought. Looking over again you pressed your lips together and gave him a small nod. Yeah food sounded like a perfect idea, however at the moment with the stinging in your muscles and the ghosting pain; what you really wanted was to have a warm shower.

"Food sounds great, but I think I will shower first; and then I can meet you three down there." you said watching the three hesitate before nodding. Without thinking about it further, or even stopping to give a crap that they were in fact still in your room, slinging your legs over the side of the bed and forcing yourself up, ignoring the protests in the movement. On your feet now, your tail followed behind you, helping to give you the added stability that you knew you would need as you grabbed a towel you had in the closet and some undergarments before vanishing into the small bathroom you had.

In the background you could register the sound of your door closing and sighed and you turned the hot water on and stepped in, feeling the water instantly scorch your skin. The feeling caused a small hum to escape your lips, making you feel something other than pain since you woke up. Each drop that cascaded your body, caressed and soothed the ache that had come to be noticed in your muscles, making it easy to relax into the water.

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With the ability to move around freely again, your natural Saiyan instincts were starting to kick in and take the pain as a challenge. Like a few broken bones would actually stop you from carrying on and keeping up with missions, with training. You mentally scoffed at yourself as you ran the towel through your [H/L] [H/C] hair, stopping to put it aside to pull on your favourite undergarments, needing something more normal to help ground you after the incident. Looking back over at the damp bandage you had removed the clothing you had been in before you didn't exactly want to slip back into that, but before you could confirm you wanted your normal suit you heard a faint groan in the other room, like someone trying to get comfortable.

Your head turned to the door and you narrowed your eyes. You could have sworn you had heard them all leave earlier, and you grabbed the damp towel and wrapped it up around your chest, nothing but the [F/C] straps of your bra showing. With caution you moved to the door to the bathroom and pushed it aside to poke your head into the room to see Vegeta having got comfy on the couch, looking over some of the things you had kept near it.

You let your eyes draw over his form sitting there, watching as his fingers carefully fiddled with the object he had selected to busy himself with. Sensing that you were there he froze, his hand stopping and then setting down the object as he slowly lifted his head to face you, standing there in the door half naked. You could feel the soft prickles of the goose flesh starting to prick away at your skin and in the moment you couldn't tell if it was the bite from the air after your shower, or how he was looking over your body. Without thinking you gripped the top of your towel closely and gave him a curious look

"I thought you were going with the others to get food.." You started watching as he lifted his brows and offered a small shrug of his shoulders in response.

"Never mind that," he brushed off, clearly having something else on his mind. Then his hand stopped fiddling and you could feel your gaze jolt to his now steady hand, something about his loss of focus on the object made an uneasiness start to bubble up in your chest. As his head turned and his gaze landed on you, it was hard to tell if it was from the cold bite from the air, or how his eyes were wandering over your form - that caused the shiver that ran along your spine. His eyes watched you, a flame of emotions dancing and fighting behind his eyes as they locked with your own.

"Do you have any idea the situation you had gotten yourself into?" he asked, his voice was a sharp tone, cold and serious. However behind your eyes you knew there was meaning to it, even if his words did sting a little bit, "The fact that you are standing here alive, is both a blessing, and a curse. Lord Frieza doesn't let anyone walk out alive; he's killed people who served him loyally, simply because he was bored. You should be afraid, terrified as to why he left you alive.."

You could feel the realness of his words hit you. You feel each word sinking into your skin as reality starts to race at you, causing your eyes to drop from his, inspecting the floor. Your brain reeling back into the very thought of it, he could have destroyed you, left you to die, or just kill you then and there - it wasn't like it would have been very hard. Each thought raced in your mind, rushing past one another causing you to become distracted, and it wasn't until a strong hand lifted your chin did you realise that you had even spaced out.

"Did you even hear what I said to you?" he snapped, his face mere inches from your own. Your body jolted and you protectively tighten your grip on the towel, narrowing your eyes.

"Of course I heard you! Think that it's very easy to hear?! 'Don't worry, you're being kept alive for fun'!?" you snapped back at him, fighting the urge to unwrap your tail from your waist, wanting nothing more than to lash it in frustration. While holding your ground, you watched as his eyes flickered across your face, and slightly lower; taking in the much closer sight of you. Something about how predatory his gaze seemed, made you feel weak at the knees, something you had never felt before, with anyone. It was new and you were torn between being furious at him, and wanting to find out why he suddenly had this effect on you.

"You stupid woman! Do you understand how hard all of this is on us as well!?" he growled, his tone dangerous and threatening, and yet you could see it in his onyx gaze, there was something more to his anger. Something hidden within, and you glared back, "Don't you realise that we don't want to lose you! We can't lose you! I can't lose you!" he snapped, his words spewing out faster than he could control them, leaving the two of you in silence for a few moments, as your gaze softened with confusion. You could see the turmoil behind his eyes, he was fighting with himself, his words had taken you off guard - but also himself as well.

Then his lips were on yours, hard and heavy. Something about the way your lips connected seemed urgent, hungry. Having been so confused, your body jolted at the sudden action, and you melted into his kiss at first. However the second you could feel the smugness tug at his lips you stood your ground, pressing back just as hungry. Lips moving together in a fight for dominance, as he has grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to his own, needing to feel you closer, know that you were there, with him in that moment.

"You have made more than just a mark of lust on us, and I don't plan on giving that up - that will be solely mine," he started as he pressed back against you, rushed, urgent. Advancing on you until your back hit the wall and you were trapped between him and the wall. "You will belong to me." he stated. His tone was serious and his eyes met yours, your chest heaving as you fought to catch your breath. Something about the wild lust driven look in his eyes, held something more passionate and it ignited something within you, something you had promised yourself wouldn't happen with any of these beastly Saiyan men.

There was a flutter in your chest, something so foreign and different, it controlled your actions. Still holding the towel around to cover yourself, you pressed against him, pressing your lips on his, this time starting it, demanding it; and oh, was the Prince ever so happy to give you what you wanted. Grabbing your hips once more he pressed in closer, one of his hands toying with the edges of the towel that hung over your thighs, covering your modesty. His fingers brushing against your chilling skin, you should feel shivers race up along your spine, and goosebumps starting to reline your flesh.

He must have felt it, he had to have felt it because his hand moved higher, closer to the one spot you didn't even know you wanted him, until it had happened. Unlike the last time you had spent with him, you rolled your hips against his hand as it brushed against your mound.

Breaking away from your lips he grinned down at you, with a smirk that only spelled trouble, and you would be lying if you said it didn't excite you. Moving away he trailed kisses down your neck, making sure to stop and give one spot just under your ear a little extra attention before moving lower, taking his own sweet time trailing kisses so soft, it was hard to imagine it was Vegeta doing it. Not bullying you by pulling the towel away, he pushed it aside, revealing you to him as his fingers pulled the thin material to the side.

There was no teasing, there was no stalling; he was getting straight to business. Now kneeling before you he dove in, his tongue assaulting you quickly, brushing over your most sensitive place, causing a loud gasp to slip past your lips. A hand slapped over your mouth as you blushed, a hot glare being sent down to the man between your thighs as he grinned against you, running his tongue over the full length, making sure to suck and nip on your clit as he did so.

Everything you had been working so hard to fight and deny since you joined the squad of hooligans was starting to fly out the window. However you could feel the ache in your body, and the dull strain as the wall created some friction against your skin, and the beautiful contrast between that and the blooming pleasure was enough to make you question your sanity.

Had it been any other day, any other time, any other situation; you would have pushed him away in a fit of rage at being handled. But you couldn't place why you didn't push him away, why instead your fingers danced through his ravenous black hair, teeth grinding into your lip as you fought to keep quiet. Maybe it had been because your body was so weak and tired after your little roundabout with Frieza. Maybe it was how brutally honest he had been moments before, and the fact that he actually expressed some kind of emotion towards.

Whichever was the case, all you knew was that this felt so much better than anyone you had been with before. The very idea of why was sitting on the tip of your tongue; maybe it was because of the emotion that had been expressed - and would obviously be twisted or denied at a later time. Perhaps it was even because there was some kind of previous connection with the man; he wasn't just someone who would do it for the night. Mind you, any of this being said aloud would be quickly shouldered off by both of you, and clearly laughed about by the other two.

The moan escaped your throat before you even noticed it bubbling up. His tongue danced along your folds, stopping only to roll over your bud before he continued his attack. You would be lying if you said it didn't surprise you how good he was at this. He hadn't even touched you with anything but his mouth and you were already puddy in his hands. Oh how you hated that he had the upper hand, that he had the control over you like this - but how you also craved to live in this moment, just savouring the pleasure the prince was granting your body.

However you both knew it wasn't long, and the prince was clear to show his knowledge of this. Nipping at the bud he put his thumb over it and started to tease it that way as his tongue continued to devour you. In those moments the room was silent aside from the breathy pants coming from you as his assault continued. Leaning your head back into the wall you didn't even notice as your tail wrapped around his forearm, fighting to keep him where he was while you bathed in the bliss,

"Vegeta..." you breathed out as you felt the string snap. Everything came undone as your fingers tugged lightly at his scalp, your release breaking forth as he continued to eat you to the very end. You could feel the pleasant tingle that danced along your spine as you reached the end, your body relaxing against the wall as your eyes opened to face the ceiling before glancing down to the prince between your legs. Watching as he licked his lips, you could feel a shiver run along your spine.

Silence fell between the two of you, your eyes holding his onyx ones. You could see in his eyes, the thoughts, the consideration and the agony. He was making a choice and something deep in your core was hoping to be able to guess what the choice was. Your eyes never left his as he slowly stood, the sexual tension sparking between the two of you before he fixed the towel that covered your modesty before speaking,

"You should hurry up and get dressed, I am sure the others are wondering what is taking us so long." His voice betrayed every emotion you could see in his eyes. You could see the lusty haze, the wild desire; and yet all you got was a calm and collected voice, acting like this was nothing. Blinking a few times in surprise you couldn't form the words to reply as the prince turned and stepped outside of your room, shutting the door behind you to give you some privacy to change before you both would head on down to the lunch room.

AN: Hey! Here's another chapter for ya! Gotta start getting spicy here, so i hope you enjoy reading this! Remember AO3 sees it first!

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11 16 18?

hello :]

11. What work took you the longest to write?

oh no i think this answer might be deeply boring ^^; [checks ao3] oh wait okay! i thought it was going to be my aufest fic because the nature of the event required it to take two months to write but i forgot i posted and the northern sky looked like the end of days this year! i'd been working on it on and off for... six months or so? i had the first notes for it by like session 3 or 4 of double life, i'm pretty sure.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

restricting it to just works i posted this year, it's "Implied / Referenced Character Death"! [typing sounds] oh, it's the same without the restriction also. cool, didn't know that! this is what i get for writing about people who can usually die and come back to life whenever.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

ooh. the boring answer is milo from witchcraft smp because he's an npc who gets maybe five spoken lines tops so i just had nothing to go off of. cleo, maybe? in the sense that often when i am writing them i am going, "oh no what if i disappoint the zombiecleo fans. i need to get this right. but the zombiecleo fans know so much more about them than i do. oh no." and i want so badly to not fall into the same mischaracterizations that the fandom broadly tends to do? which means sometimes i am going, "no, i know this is a thing cleo does, i've seen the video evidence," and also, simultaneously, "oh god what if i only think cleo does this because people keep writing them that way."

#chattering sparrow #:D thank you for the ask!!

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@writersmonth Prompt: Day 24 - Summer

Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek WC: 1.5K

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XXIV. Summer | A Different Kind of Summer

“It’s summer, Scott.” Stiles whined, eyes still focused on the task at hand. He could complain while still working, he’s a great multitasker, thank you.

“I know, Stiles..” Scott responded, bored. It was more than clear that this wasn’t the first time Stiles complained about the same thing.

“We should be doing something for summer. Summer” Stiles complained again, ignoring Scott’s answer and taking the scissors out of his best friends hand so he could use them.

“Yeah? Like what, man?” Scott asked, simply sitting back and waiting for Stiles to give him the scissors back.

“Like surfing.”

“We literally did that once. You broke an ankle”

“And it was an experience! We should be having experiences.”

Scott looked at his project and then back at Stiles. “Why are you doing Mars? I’m doing Mars.” He stated, holding his red polystyrene ball for Stiles to see. Stiles stared at it, and then at his.

“You were supposed to be doing Jupiter!” Stiles complained loudly, exasperated. “Mine has glitter, bro, it’s staying. You can throw yours away or turn it into Jupiter.” He decided, handing Scott the white paint so he could try and cover the red up.

“You know, when I thought of us in the future, I thought of us at the beach, maybe with our children, trying to keep them from drowning. I never really thought we’d be making your son’s project because he forgot. I should have seen it coming.” Scott commented, while he started with the white paint. There was no use complaining, he had known Stiles for over 20 years, which means he knew what to expect once Eli joined their little family. And he was sure Stiles would be stuck doing pretty much the same for little Maddison, once she learned how to do anything other than cry. “How are you distracting Derek this time?”

His question was met with silence. Scott ignored it at first, thinking Stiles was just hyper focused on the glitter and didn’t hear him, but then he noticed his best friend was frozen in his seat, staring at him.

“Stiles…” He repeated, quietly, the way he did when a hurt animal was brought to his clinic. “How are you distracting Derek?”

“I knew I was forgetting something, damn it!” Stiles screamed, running into his son’s room. “Eli! Are you done writing the report? Your papa is off work….shi…snickerdoodle!” Stiles immediately corrected, grimacing at the only word he could think of. “Like five minutes ago, he will be here in ten, and so help me God, I will feed you to the wolves, son of mine.”

Eli looked at him and then at the probably 10th page he was writing. “I am not.” He said, in a panic.

“Honey, it’s just a report on the solar system, why do you have 10 pages?”

“Did you know that Saturn’s rings are 90% water?” The kid asked, shrugging.

“Pal, I’m so glad you are learning. But finish that report, uncle Scott and I will be done with the model in like five seconds.” He gave his son a thumbs up, and headed back to Scott. “He’s absolutely not done.” He said, out of breath.

“Stiles, this is literally his last day of camp.”

“He said he had everything under control!”

“And you believed him?!?”

“Okay, I see where I went wrong. Just, finish it, dude! I will start hanging all the planets on the shoe box.” Stiles said. Scott wasn’t sure he took a single breath in that whole sentence, but he had more important things to do at the moment, so he focused on how to attach Jupiter’s rings. The planet had turned slightly pink, so he had covered it in white and silver glitter. It looked, quite frankly, like an abomination. It was supposed to be done by a six-year old, so he decided it was appropriate. He did not dwell on the fact that that was his best attempt at 30.

“Stiles?” Derek called from the front door. “Eli?”

“Coming, big guy!” Stiles yelled, snatching Jupiter from Scott’s hand to glue it to the model as well. “Is it done?” Stiles panic-whispered at Scott, pointing at the shoebox. Scott tried his best to remember the order of the planets and then simply nodded at Stiles, while grabbing everything on the table and sticking it in the craft box that Stiles usually kept somewhere in the attic. They could sort it out later.

“Stiles, why does the house smell like paint and glue?” Derek asked, walking into his living room. Where Scott was still holding two glitter containers, and Stiles had somehow glued his fingers together and was having some kind of hand to hand battle with 2 color papers. Derek just stared at them for a few seconds. “You and Eli promised you were done with everything, and we were having family dinner today.”

“We are!” Stiles defended immediately. “And we can’t have family dinner without Scott, so here he is. For family dinner. Nothing else.”

“Scott is here without his 5 month old baby and very sleep deprived wife, for family dinner?” Derek deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at Stiles. Scott felt the urge to look at the floor like a scolded child, but he stopped himself, turning to Stiles. Scott always did find Derek scarier than Stiles ever did.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, baby!” Stiles said cheerfully, hiding the hand with the stuck color paper behind his back. Scott reached quietly to remove it and throw it in the craft box. Stiles gave him a thumbs up from his back.

“Yes, you know, family.” Scott said lamely. “I was going to bring Kira and Mads, but Stiles and I wanted to watch DC. Mads doesn’t like DC.”

“Yeah, poor kid has bad taste. She prefers Looney Tunes over Batman.”

Scott glared at Stiles for calling out his daughter like that, but remained quiet. He was way smarter than to get in the middle of a fight between Stiles and Derek.

“Who forgot the project?” Derek asked simply, leaning against the living room chair.

“Papa! Welcome home. Tomorrow we start summer!” Eli called, grabbing to his papa’s leg like a koala. Derek immediately held on to his back so he wouldn’t fall.

“Hey, pup. Yes, we do. And you know what you promised when we let you join your summer space camp?” Derek asked gently.

Eli just turned his puppy eyes on him. Derek cursed Scott for teaching his kid that. Like him looking exactly like Stiles wasn’t enough. “That when it was over we would visit the visit with all my uncles and aunts? Aunt Lydia got me a new swimsuit.” Eli said excitedly, completely ignoring his papa’s real question.

“You promised you would do all your homework on time if we let you join it, and your daddy and the rest of the Pack wouldn’t do them for you.” Derek scolded slightly, meeting his son’s eyes. He then turned a slight glare in Scott and Stiles’ direction. This time, Scott did look sheepishly at the floor, but Stiles only smiled and waved his fingers at Derek. “Thank your uncle, he has to get home to your cousin.” Derek instructed, pointing at Scott.

“Oh, no, I wasn’t kidding. Scott is joining us for dinner. We haven’t started the Teen Titans Movie, Eli wanted to join us for that one.” Stiles said simply, washing his hands and getting the lasagna he had prepared earlier in the oven. It was mostly broken because Eli was helping when he remembered his project. Which also explained why it wasn’t baked yet.

“Yeah, papa! Want to watch it? You are like Cyborg!” Eli said excitedly. Derek didn’t even bother to ask why he was like Cyborg, of all people. He instead asked Eli about his day at space camp, while Stiles and Scott made the table presentable. He had an inkling that he was going to be finding glitter every day for the foreseeable future, but both Eli and Stiles seemed very excited, so he decided he could live with that.

“Thank you” He whispered at Scott, while still chatting with his son. Scott heard him from the other side of the room and looked at him weirdly. Derek just pointed at a smiling Stiles, going on about planets, while Eli on his lap was telling him all about the sun. Scott smiled at that. He was always happy to be part of Stiles’ life, especially when it made both Stiles and his nephew that happy. And, after all, Stiles had spent the last two days looking over a sick Maddison so Kira and Scott could get at least two hours of sleep each, so they were even.

“Of course.” He whispered back, before going back into the kitchen to remind Stiles that the oven was indeed hot and he couldn’t grab anything inside of it without protection.

Maybe the summer with both their families and their Pack will be different than it used to, but it would be special it in its own way. At least until both their children could speak and get into trouble together. But that was still a few years away.

#writersmonth2023 #writing prompt #jwritessometimes #sterek #teen wolf #eli hale

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