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leighsartworks216 · 1 year ago

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can i request a tav x astarion where tav is mute? i wonder how they would be communicating

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

I really struggled with this request, but I decided to try again on a whim and whoooo boy it's a doozy. I also did not make Tav mute, but I played with a Paladin oath I have had on my mind for a looong time so they are effectively mute

Warnings: fear of death, blood, mentions of death/dead bodies, religion, anxiety, fear, being trapped, crying, swearing, angst, hurt/little comfort, possibly OOC

Word Count: 3,624

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You huff in annoyance for the fifth- no, sixth, time. Perhaps more. The vendor stares at you as though you’re insane, even though you couldn’t possibly be clearer! You exaggerate further, pointing at the potion, yourself, and your coin purse. If he would just mark how much the damn thing cost, you wouldn’t have to keep going through this!

Astarion sighs sharply. “They want to buy the potion,” he bemoans. “Now, please, tell them the price so we can move on.”

The vendor starts with wide eyes and realization on his face. He flushes from his cheeks, down his neck, and to the tips of his ears as he stutters out the price. You shove the money into his chest and grab what you’ve paid for, before stomping off. And if Astarion slipped an extra something in his pocket while the vendor was dying of his stupidity, who would really care?

He caught up in a few long strides. “We must find a better way for you to communicate, darling. I can’t keep translating for you.”

You made a few sharp gestures.

“I don’t see the big deal in carrying a paper and pencil around,” he answered with a scoff. “Or, you know, you could just speak. I know you can.”

You glared at him. That, he didn’t need a translator for.

This had been an ongoing argument from the very moment you ran into each other on the beach. When he had you pinned to the ground and you didn’t speak, he originally thought you were just being stubborn. When he finally let you go, you’d explained to him (in writing) that you’d made an oath of silence, and that you had nothing to do with the Illithid kidnappings.

Fortunately, you discovered early on that some hand signs were shared with the Theive’s Cant, which he understood quite well. When Gale and Wyll came along, one who’d learned some sign through books and the other who learned by helping people as the Blade of Frontiers, Astarion was relieved he wouldn’t have to translate for you. Except, you continued to drag him along to act as the middle man anyway.

His solution, proposed frequently both seriously and in jest, was to break your oath. An oath of silence was a ridiculous thing to promise anyway, especially now that you needed to communicate so frequently, but any time the suggestion was posed, you’d just level him with a hard stare.

“You know I can’t do that,” you signed, annoyed.

He rolled his eyes. “Ugh, Paladins. So dedicated to the chains that bind them.”

“To break my oath would be to lose my powers. Do you want me to keep reviving your ass during battle or not?”

He sneered. “You couldn’t make an oath of vengeance or something? It would certainly be a lot easier to follow through on.”

You rolled your eyes and walked faster. You hated arguing about your oath. Wyll and Gale wouldn’t behoove you for it - so why did you bring him along, he wonders.

Astarion heaved, pressing against a stitch in his side that tightened with each breath. The fight was brutal. Everyone was bloody and exhausted. Shadowheart turned from the dead beast before them to help Wyll who lay prone on the ground. Karlach pulled her mighty axe from its head with a squelch and a crunch, cheering at the victory.

He chuckled breathlessly at her antics. Almost stumbling, he turned in a circle, eyes scanning the battlefield. The beast’s cronies lay still, scattered everywhere. Blood overwhelmed his senses. How did that saying go? Water, water, everywhere, but not a drop to drink.

He frowned. He looked around again. “Where’s Tav?”

Karlach’s whoops quieted immediately. She looked around as well. “They didn’t get crushed under this,” she kicked the creature in the eye, “did they?”

He shook his head. “They weren’t close enough…” He growled, frustrated, and turned to the magic-users. “Did you see where Tav went?”

Shadowheart supported Wyll as he sat up, groaning. They both shook their heads. “Last I saw them, they were over there,” the warlock croaked, nodding over to the side. “But I don’t know how long I’ve been down for.”

Astarion winced as he jogged over to where he said, stepping over and on top of dead bodies. He took another step. His foot did not collide with floor nor flesh. His heart lurched as the world fell out from under him. A hand grabbed the neck his armor and pulled him back, falling on his ass onto solid ground.

“Careful, Fangs!” Karlach chastised worriedly. She let him go, pulling them both to their feet and brushing him off. “You alright?”

His mind was still reeling. He nodded in a daze. All he could do was stare at the nearly-invisible chasm he’d almost fallen down into… And then his mind caught up.

He raced forward again, dopping to his knees right before the tear in the earth, and leaned over it. Even his darkvision couldn’t help him see what was below; it was so dark, like all light that fell into it was swallowed up. A heavy weight settled in his chest.

“Tav?!” he shouted down into the darkness. His voice echoed. He had no idea how deep it went.

The realization set in for Karlach as well. “Oh fuck…”

“Tav, are you down there?!” He waited a moment, but he was met with only silence.

Shadowheart and Wyll rushed over. They peered into the deep with concern. Astarion shifted so he sat on the ground, legs dangling over the edge. He remembered the feeling of falling. Fortunately, he couldn’t see how deep it was, so at least vertigo did not make it seem deeper; the shadow was doing a perfect job of that on its own.

Wyll grabbed his shoulder before he could slide forward. “Astarion, we have no idea how deep it goes, or what’s down there! You could be impaled on a spike before you ever make it to the bottom. We don’t know if they’re even alive!”

“And if they are?” he growled. “They could be trapped down there with no way of telling us.”

“And you’ll be trapped down there if you go after them!”

He couldn’t argue with anything logical. So what if he got stuck down there? He needed to know you were okay. His blunt nails dig into the stone edge, knocking loose flecks of rock and sediment. How could he just leave you down there?

Shadowheart looked around at the bodies. “We could make some rope. Lower it down, see if they grab on.”

He snorted mirthlessly, sneering at the cleric. “And if they’re too injured to?”

She glared back at him. “I don’t see you proposing any better ideas.”

Karlach and Wyll shared a look. It seems they’d have to be the level-headed ones here… “We can strip the bodies. Tie their clothes together until it’s long enough.” To hopefully reach the bottom, was left unsaid.

Karlach and Shadowheart got to work immediately, working to remove the clothes of their fallen enemies, scrunching their noses in disgust all the while. Wyll squeezed Astarion’s shoulder and joined them, trying to decide what clothes were in good enough condition to hold weight. Astarion stared into the pit for a while longer.

Your head spun. Everything ached. Each breath was like fire in your lungs. You bit your lip to silence your whimpers, biting down so hard you could taste iron in your mouth.

As the pain ebbs to a manageable level, you try to figure out where you were. It was dark. You couldn’t make out your hand right in front of your face. You couldn’t even be sure your eyes were open. You only knew they were when you looked up and saw light coming from far above you. It was dim and flickering - the flames of the braziers that lined the battlefield.

You blinked into the darkness, willing your eyes to adjust. Cautiously, you reached out your hands and felt around. The ground beneath you was covered in fine gravel, almost like sand. The finer sediment stuck to your hands when you pulled away. There was a wall behind you, possibly made from slate. It would be impossible to climb. With a muffled groan, you’re able to reach your foot out and touch the opposite wall. The effort leaves you panting.

You lay still on the floor for a minute. Clearly, you fell from quite high up. How far was still a mystery, but the fact was you did fall. When you’ve caught your breath, you feel for any injuries. Your armor restricts you, but it seems to have protected you for the most part. You’ll be bruised as hell, but you can’t find any open wounds. At least you were fortunate there.

You look up again. You can’t hear anything coming from above, but you’re unsure if it’s from the depth of the chasm or because the battle is over. You hope they are able to win the fight without you. All your companions are strong in their own right, you know they can pull through this.

You squint at the opening above. You think you see something moving at the top, but it’s merely a speck. Using the wall and gathering your waning strength, you push yourself to your feet. You heave as you lean against the slate. The silhouette is still too far away to make out.

T..av….

A distant cry, distorted heavily by the chasm. It takes a moment for you to recognize it as your name. Your heart leaps in your chest.

… av….. Ar… d..wn… the..re…

You can’t tell who’s calling down to you, but you take faith in the knowledge it must be one of your companions. The beasts wouldn’t know your name. Now you just have to signal them somehow…

You feel around your body for your sword, but the sheath is empty. It must have fallen elsewhere, perhaps only feet away, but you can’t see worth a damn. You try instead to cast a ball of light. It should be easy - it’s a spell you’ve cast a hundred times before. But as you strain to conjure even a spark, you become lightheaded. Your knees buckle, collapsing you back to the gritty floor. You try again, but you can feel your energy being sapped away. Your hand falls weakly to the ground.

You rest your head back against the wall and think. You can’t use your sword to hit the rock and make a sound, or defend yourself if something lurks within the darkness. You can’t cast a light, nor any other spell, lest you fall completely unconscious and make your chances worse. The more options you run out of, the more desperate you become. You try reaching out to their tadpoles, but they must be too far away.

You’re stuck.

A sob chokes you as it forces its way up your throat. Even that is muffled by you, by pure habit at this point. You’ve held your oath for years; you’ve learned how to stay silent even under the worst situations. Now it’s come to bite you in the ass.

You look up at the dim light, blurred through tears. They burn as they just keep coming. Your lip quivers as you quietly gasp for air. You’re going to die down here.

Your last option, you’ve already dismissed before it fully forms. You could break your oath, call up to them, cry out for help with the last of your strength. But to do that would leave you even more helpless than before. To speak was to lose your powers. Your god would rip them away in a heartbeat, until you plead for forgiveness; pray for hours and hours to swear your allegiance and dedication once more.

A slave to the chains that bind you.

But what choice do you have?

You try to catch your breath, slow the hiccups and sobs down until you can fill your lungs with air. You open your mouth, try to form the words, but it comes out as a weak sound, almost a poor facsimile of a donkey’s bray. You haven’t spoken for years, to do so now was an astronomical feat. You feel the burn of your god’s eyes as they watch you actively work to break your oath.

You try to speak again. You form an h sound, but it’s so quiet, it’s hardly enough to be considered speaking. You need to shout. You need to let your friends know you are alive down here. Anxiety grips your heart as you imagine being left down here alone, left to starve to death, or worse.

You swallow. You have to do this. You can do this.

“H..e..lp,” you croak out, a mere whisper. It’s raspy and breathy, but it’s a word. You feel your power being sapped away. You nearly sob again. Your god would abandon you down here. An unfeeling master who only craves loyalty. Astarion was right.

You take another deep breath and try harder. “H-elp..!” It’s still a strained rasp, but you hear it begin to echo off the walls. Louder. It needs to be louder. You cup your hands around your mouth. “Help!” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the burning in your throat. “HELP!”

Astarion’s hands are raw from tying knots. Karlach will bring him big piles at a time, plopping them down beside him, and he’d add them all onto the already-quite-long rope. It was perhaps 30 feet long by now, but he wasn’t confident it would reach.

Wyll sighed, exhausted. “We’re almost out of clothes, my friend.”

Astarion doesn’t look up, barely paying attention to the warlock enough to tell him to keep working. Calluses on his hands open and turn into blisters. He winces with each knot he pulls tight. But he won’t stop. How can he?

Shadowheart sighs as she pulls the pants off another corpse. She’s seen far more anatomy in one hour than she ever wished to again. Karlach sits down by the pile and pulls the other end of the rope into her lap. She begins working to tie more on.

They work silently, but rather efficiently. In another minute, the rope has grown considerably longer. Blood begins to stain Astarion’s end.

“Fangs, maybe you should take a break.” He shakes his head, frowning as he grabs a robe off the pile. Karlach is about to insist, get Wyll or Shadowheart to take over, when a sound comes from the pit. Astarion drops everything and scrambles over as fast as he can.

He tilts his head, facing his ear down into the depths. And he listens…

H..E..LP!

He immediately shouts down into the hole. “We’re going to get you out!” He rushes back to his feet and to the rope. The others drop their half-naked corpses, and Karlach finishes tying one last knot. They help Astarion drag it over to the pit, all lining up to hold onto the end, though, to be honest, Karlach will be doing most of the heavy lifting. He guides the end over the edge, and hurriedly lowers it down. He wants to throw it in, but he’d rather not throw somebody else over the edge with the sudden weight.

He’s knelt right on the edge, wide eyes staring, searching into the dark. He has no idea how close they are to you, or even if it’s long enough. He hopes your god is merciful enough to play with fate.

“Find the rope!” He shouts down. He hopes his voice is reaching you. “We’ll lift you up!”

It’s too quiet for too long. If his heart still beat, it would be racing faster than a rabbit’s on the run. Dread builds up, heavy and unpleasant, in his chest instead. Did you pass out? Was the rope long enough? Would he have to slide down and carry you back up? What was taking you so damn long?!

He’s a second away from removing his armor to climb down when the rope shifts, being tugged by something down in the darkness. He can only hope it’s you. He scrambles to his feet and gets in front of Karlach, grabs hold of the rope with bloody fingers, and begins pulling you from the pit.

Somehow they manage to work as a unit. He’s scrambling to pull you out as fast as possible, but Karlach manages to get him to slow down. If they could do long pulls, they could drag you out faster with less work. He worries his lip between his teeth. Each knot that slips over the edge adds to his anxiety. He’s waiting for the moment it reaches the end and nothing is there. He can only take solace in the fact he can feel your weight holding on. Gods, he thinks desperately, just keep holding on.

After an eternity of pulling, a hand reaches over the ledge. Karlach makes up for his absence when he lets go and falls to his knees at the edge. He reaches in and wraps his hands under your arms, heaving you up and, finally, back on solid ground. He pulls you solidly into his arms, sliding back away from the edge. He’s sick and tired of chasms.

You’re no longer wearing your armor, and your weapons belt is gone, too. Fine, black dirt sticks to your clothes and hands, and even smears across your face, washed away by a stream of tears. He wipes them away with one hand; he can’t give a damn about the blood he leaves in its place.

“I’ve got you,” he breathes. You sob as fall forward, your head landing solidly against his shoulder. Your whole body trembles and shudders with each cry. He’s disconcerted by the sound of your voice, no longer purposefully muffled. He threads his fingers into your hair, holding you to him. “Shh. I’ve got you. You’re safe, I’ve got you.”

If your body ached at the bottom of the pit, now you couldn’t even think about moving. Astarion had carried you as far as he could and then some, until Karlach had to take you from his arms before he dropped you. Even then, he stayed right by her side, watching you anxiously.

Back at camp, Shadowheart healed what she could, but most of her energy was spent during the fight. Haslin took over, but even the best he could do would have you bruised and in pain for the next few days. He went into the woods for ingredients to make a soothing balm.

Wyll helped you drink water, and Gale helped you drink some broth, to hold you over until he could make dinner proper. Lae’zel rifled through your veritable hoard of supplies to find you some suitable armor and weapons, and worked to sharpen and polish them.

When you were finally given the chance to rest, Astarion carried you from your bedroll into his tent, laying you down on his own bedroll. He provided as many pillows as you wished, as many blankets as you could ever ask for. He gathered a bowl of water and a fresh cloth and worked to clean the grime off your face.

You watched blankly, too emotionally and physically exhausted to process much. He passed the cloth over your forehead. It was blessedly cool, but the flash of red that crossed your vision could not be ignored.

Arms like lead, you willed a hand to grab his, stopping him mid-swipe. He winced as you pried the cloth from his hand, where it dropped wetly onto your neck, and ran your thumb along his palm. Blisters and blood covered every inch, skin torn and peeling in places. Without even thinking, you try casting a spell to heal him.

Whereas before, when you tried to cast a spell, you could feel it draining your energy from you, now you just felt nothing. It was like dipping a bucket into a well and coming up empty. There is no more magic within you to fuel a spell. Tears prick at your eyes again.

Astarion sighs, long and low. “You don’t have your magic.”

It takes far too much effort to even shake your head. You take a breath, and through the rasping pain, you speak. “They… took it away when… I called for help…” You swallow thickly. Your voice was foreign to you.

It was foreign to Astarion, too. He could recognize the way you signed, the slight variations of years of experience against Gale’s book-perfect signing or even Wyll’s slower, more purposeful movements. He associated it with you so strongly. To hear you speak was like watching a ventriloquist put on a show.

A bitter feeling took hold within him. Just like all gods, all masters, all people with power to laud over another, you were abandoned in your darkest hour, by someone you spent so long dedicated to. Prayers, offerings at alters, your faithful silence - it would never be enough, not to a god who always craved more.

But now isn’t the time to say I told you so. Gently, he removes his hand from your grasp. Your hand flops back to your side. He takes the cloth from where it rested at your neck, re-wets it, and continues cleaning your face.

He doesn’t say anything as he wipes away your tears, catching them before they have a chance to slide down to your ears. When the sobs choke you, he helps you drink some water. When your sorrow lulls you to sleep, he tucks you in and stays by your side, a faithful argus.

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vee-beeee · 1 year ago

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(Part one) Robo Road Trip

HIIII

This is PART ONE BABY (edit I FINISHED COOKING right here)

Okay the last dbh post was KINDAA giving depression so heres a FLUFFY fluffy one thats been bouncing around my brain for a couple days, part one as im going to make a continuation that shows what camping is like with the boys.

Premise: Road Trip to the West coast with Conner, Nines and Sixty

Imagine those roads with trees surrounding them, thats the vibe

Also first time writing for SIXTY whoooo hope im not trash, he acts like a smug dramatic guy so idk

Conner, Nines and Sixty x reader

I believeee this is around 3k lol i went ham

Warnings: maybe a bad word because sixty, fluff with a capitol F, part one

I also recommended listening to ANY Lord Huron song while reading this, that is basically the road trip music

(Hey sidenote, I know some of the ecosystem is TRASHED in dbh but lets pretend thats not happening LOL)

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You were so happy to get out of the city.

And into the car for a 35 hour drive.

You really wanted to show your boys the mountain you would always camp at when you were on the West Coast. They all hadn't been outside of Detroit, being made to do one job IN Detroit, but now they were all deviant.

And you wanted to show them a taste of the outside world.

It took a while for you all to get packed, the droids really wanted to try experimenting with their wardrobes on this trip. They sought to explore their inner human as much as possible.

You all needed the appropriate gear, so you guys went on a little shopping spree to find a tent and basic camping stuff. Hank had actually tagged along to coach you guys on what to get, having gone camping a couple times himself. (he mostly talked with you and Conner while sending glares to Sixty and Nines)

You ended up getting a pretty fancy tent that was big enough for all of you, and some essential equipment for cooking and cleaning. You also snuck in some board and card games, even though you knew they would beat you. But you could probably win ONE time...

Right??

After buying the gear, you guys got planning. You could only stay camping for 5 days, as the station didn't necessarily enjoy losing 4 cops. Especially 3 of the 4 being advanced detective androids. But it had worked out, (the boys having saved an astronomical amount of sick days) and you planned on going sometime in the fall. You decided on a week and you remember hurriedly running to your calendar and circling the date and also drawing a bunch of small doodles around it. The boys had all watched you fondly, getting excited themselves.

It all lead up to this moment, where Conner sitting next to you in the driver seat and was setting the location in his new GPS, Nines and Sixty where packing the car, and you were making a road trip playlist. (Hey that's very important!)

"Hey Conner?" He hummed in response and didn't look at you, too busy trying to figure out a new gadget he got for his car.

"Do you like Lord Huron?" You were trying to decide what the perfect music to play was and realized that Lord Huron existed. You weren't really sure how androids experienced music so you thought of asking. He huffed out a sigh directed at the troublesome device and turned to look at your phone, where you also had your eyes glued.

"I don't really listen to music as such, but Hank has introduced me to heavy metal. Is it like that?" You giggled remembering Hanks music taste

"No its more gentle, relaxing. It reminds me of walking in the woods." Out of the corner of your eye Conner looked away, LED blinking amber and blue. He looked back at you with a soft smile and this time you met his gaze.

"That sounds delightful, my dear. Perfect for this occasion" You flushed at the nickname, and he chuckled seeing your reaction. He leaned in and kissed your cheek before exiting the car, hearing Sixty's call that they were almost done. You sat in the vehicle, skin heating, and raising a hand to graze the place he kissed you. You loved when he did that. A steady knock at the window startled you and you whipped around to see a familiar face (sixty) smirking at you, seeing that you were flushed. You stuck your tongue out at him and he reciprocated, sticking his tongue back at you.

"If you two would stop behaving like children, we would be done much sooner." A booming voice cut through your contest with sixty, and you watched him roll his eyes and face an annoyed Nines. You got out of the car to go help the RK900 with what he was carrying. He was still grumpy so you smiled softly at him and mouthed an apology. He relaxed slightly, but still shot a glare at sixty, who chuckled and went back into the apartment and get more bags. You then took the time to appreciate Conner's awesome Bat Mobile car. It had a huge trunk that managed to fit all of your stuff, tent included. It was truly a miracle machine.

You walked over to the car and gave the suitcase to Conner who situated it nicely in a perfect space. You were also lucky to have android boyfriends who were amazing at managing tight spaces and fitting things into them.

After a couple of minutes, Sixty emerged with the last of the bags. He informed you all that he locked the house up and engaged the security systems. The final step. You were really going.

You all piled into the car, both Nines and Sixty insisting you take the front seat. You accepted, but promised to swap with them when you got to the next stop. Most rest stops would be for you, needing to get food or use a restroom. The droids didn't need anything but told you they needed to get up and stretch their legs once in a while ( but you think that was just their excuse so they could follow you around and make sure you were safe at suspicious gas stations.)

After a while of driving through the city, Conner was getting on the highway when you announced that you would be playing a Lord Huron song and see how everyone liked it. You turned on "Meet Me in the Woods" and leaned back to look out the window.

"I took a little journey to the unknown,

And I've come back changed I can feel it in my bones

I messed with the forces our eyes cant see

Now the darkness got a hold on me

Oh, the darkness got a hold on me"

You had closed your eyes and started to quietly sing along, and realized you should see what the others thought about it. You turned your head slightly to Conner staring out at the road ahead, his LED blinking yellow and blue. He had a soft, lingering smile on his face and his posture was relaxed.

Sixty had his eyes closed, leaning his head all the way back on the seat and seemed to be absorbing the music.

Nines was also leaning back, arms crossed. He was staring out the window with his LED a soft, stable amber. He turned slightly to just catch the end of your gaze and his lips twitched in a cute, endearing way. It was a Nines smile. You smiled back at him and turned around to look out the front windshield. It was raining slightly, and you were just leaving the city and into the unknown. It was perfect.

After the song had finished, you tore your eyes away from the road

"Did you all like it?" you hopefully gazed at each individual and noticed they all looked at peace. Conner spoke first

"Do you have more music of that energy? I think I enjoyed it."

"I agree. More please"

"Indeed"

You looked around to see everyone nodding their heads and you beamed. And so, your playlist made it past the android enjoyment test. You settled in as it started the next song, feeling content. You could totally do 35 hours.

(4 hours in)

Update: why would you do this to yourself. 35 hours? Were you crazy? You loved road trips as much as the next guy, but you were dying. You guys were currently stuck in traffic, and the boys had gotten involved in a pretty intense "dad stuck in traffic" fight.

"Nines, going on I90 would have taken us to the heart of Chicago, do you want more traffic?"

"No it wouldn't if we took the round about. Whose the more advanced android here Conner."

"Woah, low blow"

"Be quiet Sixty"

This started as Nines getting mad at Conner for taking them down a road that had high traffic at that hour, and Conner defending himself. Sixty had no argument, he just liked being included.

"I took 294 because I knew it would keep us out of the worst of the traffic. No matter what, traffic is inevitable."

"It could have been avoidable had you followed my instructions"

You were sitting in the passenger seat, eyes squeezed shut listening to them argue. It was infuriating.

So you did something.

"Guys I'm going to jump out of the car and sprint down the street like a crazy person if you don't stop arguing. I'm dead serious" You snapped and stared them down. Or a least you tried, because your face betrayed you and you broke out into a smile giggle.

Conner looked guilty at first, but saw your grin and started chuckling, envisioning you running down the street like a madman. Nines bristled, still annoyed. Even if your giggle made his lips quirk. You made eye contact with Sixty and he was smirking at you, taking out his coin to mess around with.

You eventually sighed, a couple minutes having passed. You turned around to address Nines.

"Traffic was inevitable" then you turned to Conner "No arguing". You took Conner's hand in yours and held it. Another smile broke out onto his face and he turned to look out on the road. You felt a hand graze your neck and you twisted around to see Nines reaching out. He moved forward to peck your temple and then quietly apologized to Conner.

Mission Successful.

But that was mission one. Mission two was figuring out how to go to use the bathroom. Because you were currently stuck in traffic. That wasn't great. After a couple minutes of fidgeting your legs, Conner took his hand away from holding yours and looked toward you. His gaze was steady, as his LED blinked and you knew in the back of your head that he was scanning you.

"Do you have to use the lavatory?" You gasped and shoved his shoulder, watching him bite back a laugh, and then started sinking in to your seat.

"Conner! That's so embarrassing."

"Did maybe someone tell you to go before we left? Oh wait, that sounds like something I would say" Sixty spoke up from the back of the car. You turned around to gape at him, and he just sat there looking smug. You could hear Conner and Nines subdued chuckling behind the music that was playing.

You ended up holding out, absolutely refusing to go in the woods by the road, insisting that someone would see you. Conner pulled over at a gas station and you all but flew out of the car and bolted through the store until skidding to a stop right outside the bathroom.

When you got out, Sixty was buying your favorite snack and you saw Conner and Nines fueling up the car out the window. They were seriously so thoughtful.

After Sixty was done paying, you came up behind him and hugged his middle. He laughed and held your hands still on his middle, and spun you. You squeaked and he laughed harder. He stopped and unwrapped you to kiss your head and hand you your prized snack. You pecked his lips and left, both of you saying good day to the amused employee working there.

(17 hours in)

It started getting really late so you guys stayed at a motel for the night. You guys all relaxed on a fluffy bed, all party's included were happy to stretch their legs. You and Nines had been switching front seat and back seat, and Sixty had repeatedly old you he was fine where he was. Nines had revealed to you later that Sixty just wanted to sit next to you.

You got up from the bed first, eager to get ready and sleep. When you came out 30 minutes later, Conner was laying still under the blankets, staring at the celling. Nines was also under, and had rolled over to face the window. And Sixty had apparently, at some point while you were in the bathroom, been knocked off the bed. He was currently face down on the floor. You giggled and nudged his side. He rolled over, clutching his heart.

"They, (fake coughing) their so mean. They shoved me off the bed" you shook your head and leaned down on your knees to kiss his cheek. He accepted and rolled back over on his face. Conner then spoke up from the bed

"I wouldn't kiss his face, this floor is filthy." You stood up and laughed, making your way to the bed and crawling over him to slip between him and Nines. Nines stiffened until he got comfortable, and Conner wrapped his arms around you to spoon you.

"Just say your jealous she kissed me Conny" came a voice from the floor. Conner scoffed and replied with another rhetorical comment hidden in a nice tone. Nines joined in just when you started slipping into sleep, and the last thing you heard before you left to dream world was Conner whispering goodnight into your ear.

In the morning you woke up covered in androids. Very snugly droids. You all then got packed up and set off. During the drive, You found out Sixty had crawled into bed after you and shoved Nines off when he was in rest mode. Nines woke up very alarmed, and decided to continue his rest in one the the chairs in the room the motel provided. You had felt so bad afterwards, but he insisted it was fine.

You guys were driving through North Dakota today, and you were currently knitting. The boys were discussing a case that was giving them a hard time. You would have joined in but you believed in not talking about work on your precious vacation time. You were sitting in the back seat now, Sixty at your side, and it was very domestic. You felt a hand wrap itself around your knee and you smiled, continuing your stitch.

(30 hours in)

You were totally knocked out. The boys wanted to continue driving to beat traffic, and were currently talking through their android Verizon service (using their minds) as to not wake you up.

But you still accidently woke up with a start when Sixty had rolled his shoulder, unintentionally dropping your head off him. You had apparently drifted off resting your face on his soft puffy jacket.

To which he did NOT mind.

You squeaked awake, being surprisingly shoved off your pillow. Sixty immediately said a quiet apology, but it was too late. 2 angry droids turned there seats around to glare down the accused RK800.

"We told you to stay still" they said that almost in synch

"I was reaching for a blanket! I didn't know a small movement would wake her!"

You sleepily giggled at their little argument and passed out against him once again.

When you woke up for real, you were informed that you guys were almost three hours away. You breathed a sigh of relief, but still begged to pull over so you could get some air. You were in a beautiful parts of the woods and you desperately needed a stretch after sleeping on Sixty. No offence, but snuggling with androids is like snuggling with a very sturdy pillow. Your happy for it, but its not very squishy.

Nines had chuckled at how desperate you looked and obliged. You popped out and basically ran halfway down the road and back. You were huffing when you came back to the car. Conner rolled his window down, eyebrow raised. You wheezed

"Sorry, needed to run" He nodded in understanding, and actually got out himself to stretch his android joints and put on his cute little beanie. Sixty got out and straightened his tie, and Nines choose to stay in the car and work on coordinates. Sixty walked around the car to join you and Conner, and looped his arms around your waist. You yelped as he picked you up slightly to sling you back in forth.

"How are you enjoying the road trip?" He punctuated each word with a swing of your body. You were laughing when you responded "Good, but I'm excited to get there" Conner had been watching you fondly when he stated

"Nines says its 3 more hours, but we might get delayed depending on traffic." you nodded and Sixty set you down. You then went up to go hug Conner, making sure he wasn't missing any affection.

After more standing and stretching, you got in the front seat with Nines next to you, setting the car to auto drive. Conner and Sixty were sitting in the back, playing one of the card games you brought and starting to get very competitive with each other. You beamed and turned back to look at Nines. His eyes weren't on the road, however. He was staring at you with an expression of absolute love. You both sat and stared at each other until he leaned over and grabbed the back of your head, threaded his fingers into your hair, and kissed your temple. You shivered as his fingers rubbed your scalp and he grinned against your temple.

(5 minutes away from campsite)

You were bouncing off the walls excited. It had been years since you visited this spot, having been to far away after moving to Detroit. The boys had been enjoying the scenery outside the city, but now the were enthralled. The woods were huge, and the air was fresh. Moss hung from the arms of the trees and you could see your mountain peeking over the top of the forest. You guys were waiting in line at the entrance of the campsite to check in, and you were gushing about how pretty your spot was. It was nestled in the corner of the campsite, leading into a trail into your own personal forest. Complete with a little stream.

The androids were amused watching you talk about the park, but they were almost as excited as you. When you were sleeping, all they talked about was this new experience, and how happy they were to share it with you. It was interesting seeing all the new environments and experiencing what its like outside of the city. Detroit was so advanced, and they had never really been deep in the woods.

After patiently waiting, you finally got all checked in and remembered to buy some firewood.

Then, you were off.

Starting your very first camping trip with your wonderful android boyfriends

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PART ONE YALL

Hope its okay, had to really crack at this one to fit all my ideas in. Its also hard to write the dynamic between 4 people LOL

Hope I managed to capture their personalities okay

Part 2 is all about them camping so stay tuned

It might take a bit so hang on and let me cook 🔥

Sorry for plot holes or if this has been done beforee

#dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk800 #detroit become human #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #dbh rk900 x reader #dbh sixty #dbh sixty x reader #road trip

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thelunadiviner · 4 months ago

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i was tagged by @renegadeem DAYS ago (sowwy for how late this is!) so... it is time!

"9 people you want to get to know better"

3 ships:

valenwind--i mean... come on LOL this one has been with me since i was 11 or 12 (over a decade now!). extremely foundational and, even when i wasn't actively into FF7, has been on my mind ever since i played the game years ago. something something red and blue gays, something something dark hair and blonde hair, something something short and tall. they just fulfill so many good "tropes" and also god i just like these characters SO much its unbelievable. i cannot wait for (what i hope is) the sheer amount of screenshots and screen records of the third part of FF7:R when they are PLAYABLE. the party banter... oh lord...

VKaz--ok... so i am actually a massive Metal Gear Solid fan. i got into it around-ish the same time as i got into FF7 and wow did it change my brain chemistry. there are a few MGS ships that are bone deep in me, but VKaz does something else to me. its blinding. its visceral. its like... wow. it doesn't help that Kaz is probably my favorite character in the game and Venom is sooooo. yeah. cute... idk! but i could probably talk about these guys for literally hours. and it would be incomprehensible. ik this is my squeenix blog but if anyone ever wants to talk MGS with me...

tie (sorry LOL) between akusai and stakhemy--those are so so so different but whatever LOL. akusai is also ages old, one of my first ships. i actually used to be much more into xemsai but akusai has taken the reins. KH is also a decade+ interest of mine (my late childhood/early teen trifecta was KH, FF7, and MGS) so i have so much to say... also i think i am in love with Saix lowkey. now, stakhemy is a new one and much more niche (any Pathologic fans?). i made one of the best character/ship spotify playlists ever for those guys. whenever i think of Rubin i become a little ill. i just find them so fascinating (Patho is super interesting on its own anyways).

first ship: whoooo boy. probably Link/Sheik? LoZ was like. my first ever THING i got into. i used to play pretend in my yard wearing a green tunic and a green santa hat i cut the puff off of to live out my Twilight Princess Link dreams. if not Link/Sheik, then probably xemsai.

last song: Respite On The Spitalfields by Ghost (on a massive Ghost kick because of a friend, its all ive been listening to... my favorite by them is Twenties and/or I Believe)

last TV show: i just watched the 5th episode of Interview with the Vampire this morning with a bestie, but the last show i finished was True Detective season 1 (for the 2nd time... i'm obsessed.. i have a sideblog...)

currently reading: i have been trying to finish Between Two Fires by Christopher Buehlman for over a year atp but 1. i am a slow ass reader, 2. i started it over already, 3. something sad happened so i got discouraged, 4. im so busy and am trying to learn to get better about reading (ADHD moment)

currently eating: nothing atm but i did have a creme brulee cream puff from one of my fav bakeries (shouldn't have spent the money but my name change court hearing was a success so i celebrated <3)

currently craving: im always craving something i love food LOL honestly the first thing that came into my head was a smoothie... but i also love all Asian cuisine and there's this amazing place nearby that has a bomb Pad See-Ew

thank you sm for tagging me!! i cannot think of anyone really to tag atm so i'll probably come back and do that later when i'm less busy.

#7 speech #this was so fun!!!#i love filling out shit like this LMAO #thank you again!!!!!

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tealenko · 1 year ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Whoooo I'm back!!!

First of all thanks for the ask, I love to do this things.

I've re-read all my stuff recently, and I have to say my opinion about which of my fics I prefer has changed like A LOT, so here go my new 5 favourites:

Listen Before I Go (Unfinished) - My Shepard's backstory in the Alliance told by my Ryder to Kaidan in between ME1 and ME2, when they both think she's dead. - I think that the fact that I know this won't be popular no matter what, gives me the freedom to do whatever I want and experiment, and I simply love the result.

The Three Letters (Unfinished) - My Tomb Raider fic. It's just awesome (maybe I'm biased lol), but it's a clear example of: it doesn't exist and no one asked for it, but I want it with all my heart so I'm gonna write myself. - The fandom is so small that is a delight writing in it, and you can see that I'm having a great time when you read it.

Don't Leave me Behind (finished) - ME3 ending + Shepard's rescue. - Chapters 3 and 4 are so freaking good that I still can't believe it was me who wrote them lol

Somebody that I Used to Know (f) / Never Have I Ever (f) / Didn't Have the Heart (u) - I know, I know... I'm cheating a little bit by naming three at the same time, but they are continuations of each other, so it's like one big fic and I couldn't decide which one I like better - StIUtK is my 1st ME fic, and I'm in love the story, NHIE was hilarious to write, I still cry when I read it, and DHtH it's a mix of the two, so how can I choose between them?

Do your Worst (finished) - My Ryder after the ending of MEA going back to Kadara to see Reyes... Smut happens - My first fic ever (posted online, that is). - This will always be in this type of lists, for it holds a special place in my heart. Also, my Ryder is amazing and super sexy and funny, and her banter with Reyes gives me life <3

Imma tag people here because my asks have been working a bit funny lately, so: @ficbrish @acciokaidanalenko @halesshepardn7 @ljandersen @laelior and whoever else who wants to do this (no pressure, as always)

#fanfic writing #fanfic reading #ask away

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kitten4sannie · 2 years ago

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*sneaks up on you and covers your eyes from behind* guess whoooo!!! groupie anon is not-so-anon anymore!!! (but please keep using my tag because it makes me blush like a schoolgirl)

I rushed home yesterday and speedran the sannie sick fic like my life depended on it (it absolutely did). I was squealing and twirling my hair the whole time because AHHHHHH I'm so in love with that man, I swear I might remain single for the rest of my days. just me, my 5 cats and my life-sized san poster when I'm 40. I would love for you to check out the fic! I'm a bit nervous though haha, I hope you like it !!

"i’m def not an angel in any capacity more like a goblin that sits in its den and writes filth in the darkness" had me ROLLING. you're absolutely an angel, that mingi fic was... eye-opening. beautiful, a masterpiece, amazing, spiderman 2.

I feel you so much on picking a svt bias hahaha, I think all the members have had their turn being my bias at some point :"). I started off as a dk bias, then I had a bias line of 5-6 members (I still do), but hoshi has been my ult for quite a while. although, dokyeom has been fighting for his place lately (especially with this recent bss comeback??? um sir it's illegal to be that fine, settle down). and then we have my man scoups on the side watching seoksoon fight (I think he's trying to tell me I'm in denial and HE'S actually my ult - he's always on my mind, much like san). so yeah, I don't trust anyone who confidently says they have ONE bias in seventeen, there's just no way. I second-guess myself every time I try to pick one.

I'm trying to decide which meembers I'll be writing for (from svt and atz) because I can be a bit picky oopsie, but scoups... prepare yourself.

anyway!! it feels so weird not to be anon anymore haha but it's also a relief. I bet it's nice for you as well to know who you're talking to. my birthday is coming up soon, and I already know, in detail, exactly what my birthday request will be. prepare yourself.

until next time, whether that be a dm or another ask! (I'm a little shy eek)

that pic stoppp it’s so cute 🥹

yayyy i love a good identity reveal! “hoshischeeks” stop it that’s the cutest username ever 😭😭 shshhd i’ll def keep your anon name then <3

“squealing and twirling your hair” as you should!! i was giggling and rolling around in my bed reading that fic! with your five cats jhshdgd that’s gonna be me bro except i’ll have like twenty cats and have a cardboard cutout of all the members 😭 aww i understand being nervous but i just know everyone will have nothing but love and positive feedback to give you <3

i’m glad i could make you laugh!! that’s like my favorite to do 🥹 stop ittttt ;;; it makes me happy that you liked the mingi fic so much!

omg yes dk is so fine fnrrrr i really like his nose?? i have a thing for noses idkw but i just really like how defined it is 😭 shdhgd sorry but hoshi is super cute too!! i screamed at his part in cheers he’s so baby girl my godddd. and scoups eeeeeee he’s so cute fnr esp in that pfp you have of him 🥺 i wanna squish himm

nothing wrong with being a little picky plus you’re writing for your own self satisfaction at the end of the day <3 omgg i can’t wait to read your scoups fics they’re gonna be so cute i just know it!

yay i’m glad it’s a relief for you and i’m sure it’ll feel normal soon :) omg happy early birthday!! i feel honored to be able to write a birthday fic for you i’ll def make sure it’s up to par esp if you give me details i’ll try to include them all to make it a perfect bday present for you <3 i hope i can make you feel more comfortable over time but it’s okay to be shy that’s normal!

#ask #for groupie anon 🎸

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imonabitchparade · 2 years ago

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I posted 884 times in 2022

That's 884 more posts than 2021!

60 posts created (7%)

824 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@thewayofthemandalorian

@dashavau

@insomniamamma

@incorrect-mandalorian

@mandosmistress

I tagged 236 of my posts in 2022

#i love this so much - 4 posts

#help - 3 posts

#i’m crying - 2 posts

#me and whoooo - 2 posts

#rahul kohli - 2 posts

#so cute - 2 posts

#i can’t - 2 posts

#size kink go brrrrr - 2 posts

#bruh - 2 posts

#lmaooooo - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 90 characters

#and these are the “civilized” people that brought “prosperity” to my “barbaric country”???

My Top Posts in 2022:

Heyyy

This is @farrikdanked’s main blog. I moved! Now I can be a slut in peace.

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I got this from One Topic at a Time on YouTube. I love this clip!

10 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

I’m a whore for the man with the mask… which one you ask? You don’t fucking know.

14 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

39 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It is Cruelty She Wants

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Frankie Morales x afab wife!reader (third person)

Warnings: BDSM elements, orgasm denial, slightly mean Frankie, crying, one (1) pussy slap, unprotected sex, creampie, bad communication skills, a hint of eavesdropping. Not beta’d. We die like men here. Uhhhhhh idk what else. Proceed with caution.

Word Count: 2,600

Summary: Frankie overhears you talking to a friend on the phone about how much you love him and how sweet and soft he is in bed. He also hears about how you wish he would just let loose and fuck you until you cry.

A/N: I’ve literally never written a fic before in my life nor have I posted anything of significance here and the FIRST thing I write is self-indulgent smut???? My excuse is that I’m ovulating.

18+ Under the cut

She was tied spread-eagle to the bed with a blindfold over her eyes. She trusts Frankie implicitly. She took an excited, shuddering breath. Her naked chest heaved. Her pussy was already wet in anticipation. Frankie stood at the end of the bed. His eyes roamed over his wife's beautiful body. He couldn't wait to give her the endless, torturous pleasure that she wanted from him. She said she wanted him to be mean, oh, he'll be mean. He stepped forward.

He lightly ran his fingers over her open, wet pussy lips. She gasped loudly and her legs pulled at the restraints to close. His teasing touch was unbearable. She mewled as she felt his weight dip down on the bed between her spread legs. She knew she was in for it now. His fingers continued their teasing ticklish dance over her sensitive pussy. Just barely touching her.

"God, you're so wet," he whispered, "Look at that pretty pussy." She moaned breathily as the puffs of his words caressed her pussy just as lightly as he was. Then, she heard the click of the vibrator. Frankie chuckled darkly as she tensed in anticipation.

"You like this little toy, don't you?" He teased her. She flinched as she felt the air vibrating just above her exposed clit. He was hovering the vibrator right over the sensitive nub.

"Yes!" Her voice came out in a breathy moan.

"Ohhh... You love it when your husband plays with you like this, don't you?" He growled.

"Mmm hmmm," she mumbled.

"But I'm not going to let you cum." He said huskily.

She whimpered in disappointment.

"I want you to beg me for it first."

With that, he descended on her clit with the small bullet vibrator. He circled her little pearl repeatedly as she squealed and moaned. Her hands and feet pulled at fluffy handcuffs that kept her tethered to the bed. She couldn't escape the delicious torture provided by her husband.

Frankie grinned an evil grin as he led the vibrator down to her quivering opening. He circled it a few times. She whined incoherently. He then nudged the underside of her clit with the vibrator. She shrieked and jolted. He chased the sensitive spot as she tried to get away. He grabbed her hips with his left hand and held her pussy in place as he wiggled the vibrator mercilessly under her clit. She moaned and cried his name as her hips tried to squirm under his strong hold.

He chuckled again at the state of her. "Aw babygirl! You just can't get away, can you?" He spread her pussy lips and set to circling her clit with the vibrator again. She cried out loudly and her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow.

"This is what you wanted babygirl. You wanted me to ruin you. You told me to make you cry and I don't see tears yet." She could feel his molten gaze on her through the blindfold. All she could do was whine.

Frankie knew he had her completely in his power. And there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She whimpered and squirmed. Her fingers clawed at the fluffy handcuffs. Her climax was coming, and it was going to be devastating. Nothing she did would help her escape her fate.

Except for Frankie pulling away the vibrator.

The sound she made was between a whine and a cry. Whatever it was pitiful.

"Ooooh, babygirl!" He mocked cruelly. The smile in his voice was clear. "You were so close, weren't you?" He slapped her pussy lightly, but it was enough to make her squeal. The wet sound of his hand hitting her echoed in the bedroom.

"I have a new toy for us sweetheart." She felt him shift on the bed. Her labored breathing hitched.

She felt him nudge her entrance with something. She gasped at the sensitivity.

"You remember that toy I saw you lookin' at a couple of weeks ago?"

She hummed a high-pitched "mmmhmmm" as he rubbed the toy on her sex. It was smooth silicone. Long, medium thickness, curved, and if her foggy brain remembered correctly, pink. That fucking sleek vibrator that he had caught her looking at on her laptop. She had squeaked and immediately shut it in embarrassment.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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adhdbadass2003 · 1 year ago

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WHOOOO thanks @sasstronauttt for tagging me!

- Am I names after anyone?

Uhmmm not that I know of... I'm Indian Australian and my mum wanted me to have an Indian name (Saachi) but for some reason when I moved to the Netherlands, dutch ppl struggled with it so we changed it to Sana. (You can also call me Sam)

- When was the last time I cried?

I honestly deadass do not remember, probably when my horse died or when my best friend got drafted for the army. That was a few years ago tho.

-do I have kids?

Oh hell nah, I babysit, I will do my job, play with the kids, give them food. But the only babies I'll ever have are my fur babies (horses). Not a fan of kids, they love me tho. Also, Im in law school, I have no time for that lmao

-Do I use sarcasm a lot?

Do you breathe? Same answer.

- What sports do you do?

Ice hockey, Horseriding, dance, tennis, swimming and lacrosse for fun once in a while. I also love the gym

-What is the first thing you notice abt a person?

Their eyes, the way they smile or their mouth curves. You can read a lot from facial expressions, also you can see where theyre looking. And how they talk.

- what is my eye color?

Brownish, but I wear grey/green contacts bc it goes better with my hairstyle

- Scary movies or Happy endings?

Neither, dystopian movies or action. But if I had to pick, Scary fs

- Any special talents?

I can name each and every bone, muscle and bodypart (scientific terms ofc) from the top of the head to your toe, and I'm really good at picking up beats.

- Where were you born?

Singapore, but as I said, I'm Indian-Australian. I have lived in Australia till the age of 12, and then moved to the Netherlands.

- what are you hobbies?

Reading, writing, surfing, ice hockey, horseriding, hanging out with friends and the horses (doesnt matter which), swimming, running, going to the gym, Lacrosse and Dance, oh wait and, going to the pub/club

- Do you have any pets?

5 horses, 3 clydesdales, 1 friesian x thoroughbred and an American quarter horse. I love them all. And I have a dog (border collie) for herding. Her name is broccoli, and she love broccoli (i was going to name her cellery, but broccoli won)

- How tall are you?

5'6-5'7 I think, I last measured in hs and idk if Ive grown since then bc I hit my growth spurt rlly late

- favorite subject in school?

Probably Gym or PE, I rlly liked when we went swimming at the lake or in the pool in the summer instead of running laps lmao, oh and I loved how no one was judged as long as you did smth

- dream job?

I am studying divorce law and currently want to do that once I graduate, my second choice would be civil law or criminal law (not defending ofc, we dont protect bad guys, unless they were framed)

I currently cannot tag anyone bc I do not think I have that many moots lmao, and secondly, je suis not at home. Im doing this in the back of the car while going to the beach. Adios!

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @oh-goodness-loki - TYSM dear!!!

1. Are you named after anyone? No... my Mom liked the name. (I hate it btw, and have taken on another in day-to-day life.)

2. When was the last time you cried? The other day, watching "For all mankind" (which is better than I had thought it would be?!)

3. Do you have kids? A daughter.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? MEEEEEE???? ^^

5. What sports do you play/have played? I used to ride. Stopped when I got pregnant.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they hold eye-contact, maybe?

7. What's your eye color? Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Depends. I don't like torture movies, but I do not like overly saccharine stuff either. Aliens as a prime example for both?! :)

9. Any special talents? Errr.... I used to have a lyrical soprano... wanted to be an opera singer once upon a time.

10. Where were you born? Skipping, sorry.

11. What are your hobbies? Reading, video games, music, vampires. I also read a lot.

12. Do you have pets? I have a cat, Mo.

13. How tall are you? 5'4"

14. Favorite subject in school? Biology and philosophy

15. Dream job? Not sure. I used to love my job a lot, but now it's more and more meetings and... well.

Tagging:

@prigorie @isabellehemlock @lynnenne, @thefairylights @slutaciouslestat @inkyblotposts @burstingbone @blackgirlasis @alcassin @shashiatnight @anannua @dreamofme9 @danissa10 @redversaillesrose @onlymywishfulthinking ... and whoever wants to!

(Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to, obviously^^)

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planetnini · 2 years ago

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the story of us, bradley bradshaw (part one)

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ Y/N Y/L/N is recalled back to San Diego after years of being far from home. She is reunited with some of her old pilot friends and even Bradley himself. The day after she is introduced to Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell who will be the mission’s new instructor and things were already not too bright for Clover and Rooster and another complication arises the tension between them.

! 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎 𝙏𝙂𝙈 𝙎𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙍𝙎 !

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠! bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x fem!pilot-reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! angst, hangman (yeah he gets his own warning), alcohol consumption, swearing, my terrible writing skills<3

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭! 4.3k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞! i have rewatched this movie already and second time round is also pretty thrilling but here is the first part to the storyy whoooo. it ends sorta abruptly i apologise but it was getting way tooo long. i love the idea of rooster and clover having such a good bond- playing pool, teaching each other things about themselves... it’s just so great. i hope you enjoy. i will also make a taglist so let me know if you’d like to be tagged :)

Her fingers made a rhythm, tapping against the surface of the steering wheel, smiling as she felt the wind blowing into her face as the hair on her head danced to the song that played on the radio, "Ooh, baby I love your way, everyday yeah.” she sung along to the song on the radio.

It had been a while since Y/N was in San Diego but after being recalled for a mission, she packed her bags and was on the first flight back home and prepared for whatever they had planned. Even if she knew she probably wouldn’t be the top contender for the mission as her other pilot friends were much better than her, she definitely wasn’t going to give up an opportunity to go back to Top Gun.

Y/N was driving to the Hard Deck which happened to be in proximity of the detachment location for Top Gun. After she got the call and landed in San Diego, she knew where her first stop would be and knowing her former pilot friends, this is where most, if not all, of them would be right around this time. They would be competing in some ‘friendly’ competitions and drinking some beers despite needing to be at the meeting the next morning. They truly never change.

The sun was beginning to set as the yellow hue dissipated, resulting in a coral orange tint to take over the skies above. She removed one of her hands from the wheel and to the radio, turning down the volume as she approached the bar. Y/N pulled into the lot and tossed her keys into the pocket of her leather jacket as she approached the doors of the bar, scanning the area before taking a seat on one of the stools, “Hey Penny.” Y/N greeted giving her the biggest eye to eye smile ever.

“Y/N! My good luck charm, you’re back already?” Penny questioned with a confused look as she poured a drink for another customer.

Y/N chuckled at the comment before responding, “Don’t act so surprised, you know I get homesick easily and anyone who says otherwise is a liar.”

“So, are you staying permanently?” she questioned with raised eyebrows, cleaning the dispensers and cups and wiping down her area.

“I was recalled but I’m feeling good about staying. I guess it just depends on how successful the mission is.” Y/N explained, eyes downcast on her hands as she fiddled with her fingers.

Y/N was super nervous about the mission. Not only was she worried about having to work as a team but she was worried that something bad was going to happen- she didn’t know what but she trusted her gut and could never go wrong with trusting that churning feeling in her heart. She let out a breath, a relieving kind that sourced from the bottom of her chest– one that she did not know she was holding in until it came out– as she closed her eyes. Y/N shook her head slightly letting out a sigh, opening her mouth trying to order a drink to calm down her nerves but before she could, a familiar voice echoed behind her, “Look who finally decided to show up.” she turned her head to the source and her eyes were met with two of her old friends.

The corners of her mouth go up sending the two a friendly smile, “Seresin. Machado. Good to see you both,” she addressed the two by their last names giving them a respectful nod, “Was I missing the dress code or...?” she questioned pointing between the two of them who were dressed in their service khakis.

“It’s good to see you.” Javy spoke, shaking his head and chuckling at her snarky comment.

“Pen, could you pour Clover here a drink?” Jake suggested, “It looks like she’s long overdue for a drink.”

How was it that he was so observant of the little things? And how was he going to use that against her this time?

“What are you up to?” she interrogated, staring at the man in front of her as he sent her his signature smirk, giving her a shrug feigning an innocent look, “I seriously don’t like whatever you’re planning Hangman.” her eyes squinted before picking up the drink that Penny poured her, uttering a small thank you.

“How about a game?” he proposed before glancing at the pool table with a raise of the brow.

There it was.

“I wouldn’t want your head growing bigger otherwise it wouldn’t fit in your helmet.” she joked, patting him on the shoulder before giving Javy a look and drinking some of the beer.

“You’re a skilled fighter pilot.” he brought up trying to prompt her.

“Yeah, it definitely doesn’t mean I’m good at pool.” Y/N chuckled before taking another gulp of the beer that he had bought her, she definitely needed that and many more. Just as she was about to drink more, he took the drink from her hands, giving it to his friend, “Hey! My drink...” she whined as she turned to the man who held out the cue stick in front of her.

“You can’t drink until you play. Besides, it’s much more interesting to play when I’m being challenged right?” she flipped him off and glared at him before she took the stick in her hand stepping out in front of him.

Y/N let out an exhale and lined the cue stick up with the white ball. The top half of her body was leaned down a bit over the edge of the table as she closed one of her eyes, getting the stroke as accurate as possible. The stick hit the white ball directly in the centre which collided with the sides of the two balls, sending each one in both the corner holes.

“You said you weren’t good?” Javy questioned as he stared in shock at the move she just pulled to which she simply pat him on the back.

“It’s more fun to see the look on your faces when I win. Also, we don’t want Hangman over here to get all cocky now do we?” she admitted before hitting the other striped ball into the hole.

“There’s a reason they call you ‘Clover’ Y/N.” Jake taunted coming up behind her where she held her breath, making her lose her focus, and missing the socket completely.

“You wanted a challenge and then you call it luck. Do I ever get to win with you?” she glared at him before shoving the stick into his chest, waiting for his turn. A bell sounded from the bar and everyone erupted in cheers, clapping and screaming as the man at the bar looked confused, “Poor guy.” she mumbled. He would have to buy the whole bar around but that was one of the pros of Penny’s rules - Y/N would have a free beer in her hands thanks to this man.

Jake looked up from the table at Y/N as he hit the ball and did exactly what she had done earlier with a smile etched on his features. She rolled her eyes once more as she finished her drink and started a small conversation with Javy before turning her attention to the man across from her, “Jake, you didn’t introduce me to everyone here now.”

“Oh, that’s Bob.”

“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t see you before. I’m Y/N, but you can call me Clover.”

“Oh, you’re Y/N Y/L/N! You were partners with Bradshaw.”

“Yeah, we were old friends.”

“I think they were more than old friends Bob.” Jake interjected, earning the bird from Y/N once more.

“I’m sorry for bringing that up.”

“There’s no problem Bob. It’s just a little complicated but not something two adults shouldn’t be able to talk about- well at least I hope. Did you want me to get you a drink?”

“Oh, no it’s fine, I have one already.” he answered before she left the men and went to get some beers and she let out a sigh before wrapping her knuckles on the bar table.

“Pen, could I get another beer please?”

“Coming right up.”

She observed the place seeing how much it had changed for the years she’s been away until her eyes landed on one of the best pilots the US has ever seen.

“Maverick? Oh, I’m so sorry,” she covered her mouth with her hands before bringing her eyes over to the man across from her who sent her a smile, “You’re the Maverick.” Y/N remarked as she admired him in full. He was dressed in his iconic pilot jacket. Y/N remembered looking up to him and many more when she was younger and now he was right in front of her, “I’m sorry I just- you were one of my role models when I was younger. I’m actually a pilot myself so seeing you in the flesh is… just so surreal.” she chuckled before shutting up.

“Hi,” he waved at the girl, “Thank you for saying that. Are you friends with the others there?”

“I wouldn’t exactly like to call them my friends but yeah, they are. What are you doing back here?”

“Visiting an old friend,” he motioned toward Penny as Y/N shook her head laughing, “And I’m always around for work.”

“Which one are you guilty of?” she asked gesturing toward the sign.

“My phone was on the bar and as the sign says...”

“You have to buy another round.” she pressed her lips in a line before chuckling. “I have to say Pen is very smart for implementing these rules. Thank you.” she she exclaimed holding up the glass at the man who only smiled back at her.

Y/N’s cheeks started to hurt from all the smiling she did as held the beermaking her way over to the group that was surrounded by even more people, “Who are your friends?” Coyote spoke, nudging his head toward the others as Y/N sipped on her beer observing the two men in the back as they introduced themselves.

“Hey Coyote.” she acknowledged, “Clover.”

“Phoenix.” Y/N voiced.

“Who’s he?”

“Who is who?” Coyote blurted out before making her gaze toward the man who was sitting on the chair next to the pool table wearing his service khakis. Y/N turned her attention to the boy she met only a couple of minutes ago.

“When did you get in?” Coyote exclaimed as the man dusted off some crumbs off his clothes.

“Oh, I’ve been here the whole time.” he pointed out, giving the others a smile.

“Man’s a stealth pilot.” Hangman proposed, his attempt at a joke which was admittedly pretty hilarious but Y/N would not allow herself to boost his ego any longer.

“Weapons Systems Officer, actually.” he corrected.

“With no sense of humour.” Jake deadpanned as Y/N slapped him on the arm as he walked away.

“What do they call you?” Natasha asked him, wanting to ask more questions about this guy they hardly knew.

He looked down and then back up, “Bob.” he uttered.

“No. Your callsign.”

His eyes darted to the floor in front of him, “Uh... Bob.” he admitted with defeat as chuckles sounded Y/N’s ears to which she shook her head.

“Oh, Bob Floyd?” Phoenix asked before anyone else could speak, “You’re my new back seater? From Lemoore?

“Looks like it.”

“Lay it on em’ Bob. Rack em’.” Phoenix spoke, handing him the cue stick. As she held out the stick for Bob to take, her attention turned to the other pilot she had been meaning to catch up with, “I thought you’d be a no show.” Phoenix explained as she sent an unsure look to Y/N, but she only just smiled at her words. Their arms were now around each others torso as they pulled the other in for a tight hug - it had been too long.

“Nothing beats spending my afternoon at a bar slowly drinking away all my nerves and besides seeing you guys will have been worth it.” she declared finally pulling away from the hug. “Cheers!” she held up her drink taking another sip.

“Woah, Clover. I’d hold up on the drinking otherwise you wouldn’t be able to drive yourself home.” she whispered.

“Well then Nix, cheers to my last drink of the day.” an infectious smile gracing her face as Natasha just chuckled at her friend.

She used the cue chalk to prepare for her shot but before she could she was staring at the entrance. Y/N turned her head slightly watching as a very familiar figure walked in wearing a Hawaiian shirt and his iconic pair of Ray Bans, “Bradshaw! Is that you?” she questioned.

Y/N turned her head so fast she was afraid she got whiplash, “There goes my promise.” she uttered underneath her breath. Y/N was forcing her brain to think - to do anything except stand there and look like a fucking idiot so she prompted into making conversation with Fanboy and Bob even though her heart was beating erratically. Her back was turned away from the two the whole time but she felt Rooster giving her a look.

“Is this how I find out your staying with us?” she continued, walking toward the balls she was about to hit and making conversation with the man.

“Yeah, I just thought I’d surprise you.”

Y/N knew she was fucked when she heard him speak, it was odd to hear his voice again especially since they used to be partners but not since she left him for the Naval Academy. She turned slightly to watch Phoenix make one of the pockets but whilst she was making her shot, she hit Bradley square in the abdomen making Y/N chuckle but she made eye contact with Bradley.

“Y/N.” Fanboy called out to her, pulling Y/N from the trance she was in. She hummed turning to the two, “Heard you were good?”

“Did Coyote tell you how I made two pockets earlier?” she laughed as she leaned down, eyeing the ball, “Here. You would just lean down like this, the way you’re holding it is fine. I mean you just line this with the ball you want to hit but make sure you don’t hit it too hard. It just needs the right amount of force to go into the socket. Okay, Bob? You got this.” she tapped him on the back.

“You make it sound so easy.” Fanboy commented as she beamed, turning to him.

“What I learned about pool is that while it is about luck, it also requires a lot of skill and practice. I remember spending hours trying to perfect my form and skill. I mean, it took nights to beat my partner. That’s why Hangman loves a challenge, because I learned from the best.” she informed the group of people making her eyes toward the man who stood diagonal of her. Instead of looking at her, he was watching how the game would unfold but he didn’t ignore the way his lips quirked at her comment.

The song had changed all of a sudden and Hangman finally decided to make his entrance out of getting his beers, “Bradshaw. As I live and breathe.” he spoke, taking the stick from Bob who was almost about to take his shot, patting Y/N on the shoulder before making his way next to Y/N.

“Hangman... You look good.” Rooster uttered, almost making Y/N at his tone.

“Oh, I am good Rooster.” he said leaning down to take a shot, not breaking eye contact with the man. “I’m very good,” he said before making the ball fall perfectly into the socket, “In fact, I am too good to be true.”

“So, does anybody know what this detachment is all about.” Coyote started.

“No. A mission’s a mission, that don’t confront me. What I wanna know is who’s gonna be team leader?” he questioned as Y/N finally made eye contact with Rooster again, this time neither of them break it, “Which one of you has what it takes to follow me?”

“You seriously wish.” Y/N uttered, being the first to break eye contact as she looked down shaking her head. She let a small breath in and breath out to calm the way her heart thumped so hard that her ears began to pulsate.

“Hangman. The only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.” he commented doing nothing but making the tension in the room ten times worse, Fanboy chortling at this comment.

Jake was about to take a shot but he smiled, getting up from his position walking right past the girl heading right up into Rooster’s face, “Anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel. Well... that’s just you Rooster.” he laughed. “You’re snug on that perch, just waiting for the right moment... that never comes. Clover, you should know.”

The whole group directed their gaze to the girl as she let out a scoff, “Asshole.”

“I love this song.” Hangman admitted with a smug look on his face before walking off as everyone in the area stared at each other and then back at Rooster and Clover, unsure of what the weird tension in the air was.

“Well, he hasn’t changed.” Phoenix spoke

“Nope. Sure hasn’t.” Rooster said.

“Look there are other patches.” Payback mentioned and Y/N stared at them all gathered in like a herd of sheep.

“So, what kind of mission is this?” Fanboy began, everyone still unsure of what exactly they were recalled for, but it sure as hell had to be important.

“That's not the question we should be asking,” Phoenix noted, “Everyone here is the best there is, so who the hell are they going to teach us?”

“It must be someone very important if they dragged us all here.” Y/N spoke before thinking back to Maverick. Could it be?

The music stopped all of a sudden.

Crowds of people hollering at the lack of music, interrupting the atmosphere of the bar.

A couple of notes could be heard from the keys of the piano, “Hey guys.” Phoenix ushered them all over by the piano, “Y/N/N... You too.” she dragged the girl by her arm. Y/N remained quiet as she swallowed the lump that situated in her throat. She followed close behind Phoenix. Rooster gave Phoenix a polite smile as she walked past patting him on the shoulder.

Her heart tightened as he ignored her.

The familiar tune to a song suddenly sounded from the piano and she began to light up, putting her hand across her face trying to hide the content look that was plastered on her face. This was the song Rooster always sang whenever he had the opportunity - it was his little act that he had learnt from his father at a young age that he would always perform to lift the spirits of the bar.

Great Balls of Fire- as crazy as it sounded- was a core memory for Y/N, especially since it was Rooster who taught her the song and how important it was to him during those late pool lessons.

As the song progressed, the beer settled in her blood and she began to sing to her hearts content, not giving a flying fuck that her current source of entertainment was coming from a man who could not care less about her. Bob, Fanboy, Coyote and Phoenix cheered next to the piano and sang along to every lyric without ever missing a beat as she let her soul take a rest from all the burden and guilt she was bottling inside.

Rooster glanced at Y/N as she turned her head, singing along with her friends and in this moment his heartstrings tugged- a swift motion upward- like a marionette controlling the way his heart worked like a puppet. The look of longing was washed away once he realised he was smiling at her but he couldn’t help it. He could not deny how much he missed the sight of his partner smiling and laughing without a worry in the world and it was all because of him.

“Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated.” he spoke as Y/N pulled herself down into her seat. The hangover wasn’t too bad as she only downed a couple of beers (like four) but it didn’t help that she was sat next to the worst person who could inflict a prolonging migraine on her for weeks. Hangman definitely wasn’t her first choice but despite her efforts to talk to him, Rooster seemed adamant on his way -- he wasn’t ready to talk to her yet. It had been years, and she was sick of pretending like she didn’t care because she knew she ready to talk and he was being unreasonable.

“I am Admiral Bates - Nautical Commander. You're all Top Gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best.” he continued as Hangman put a toothpick in his mouth, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

How does he have so much energy to be this cocky so early in the morning?

“That was yesterday... The enemy's new 5th generation fighter has levelled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage,” he explained as Y/N turned around to look at Phoenix who shrugged at the girl, “Success- now more than ever- comes down to the man or woman inside the box.” Hangman turned to Phoenix giving her a patronising smirk to which she flipped him off. Y/N elbowed Hangman and focused on the man in the centre of the room, he could be so irritating and yet she was probably the only one who could tolerate his incessant teasing to a certain extent.

“Half of you will pass the elimination. One of you will be designated as the mission leader. The other half will remain and observe.” he pointed out, Hangman looking diagonal from him two seats behind at Rooster to which Y/N kicked him under the desk. He turned to her squinted, giving her a look but she brushed it off as adjusting herself in her seat.

“Your instructor is also a Top Gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you are expected to master. His exploits are legendary. He is considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has produced.” she turned her attention to Hangman who in despair held the bridge of his nose after he looked at the instructor. Y/N forced her body around and observed her teammates reactions, and then her eyes landed on the man walking in.

She chuckled to herself before it died down in an instant. She completely forgot about what he did to Rooster those years ago.

“What he has to teach may very well mean the difference between life and death. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Call sign, Maverick.” he finished as Y/N glanced at Rooster who’s jaw tightened at the sight of the man. She sighed, turning her attention to her instructor.

“Good mornin’,” he greeted everyone to which most of the pilots nodded back, mumbling their good mornings back. He pulled up the booklet that was thick, “The F-18 NATOPS contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft. I’m assuming you know the book, inside and out.”

Murmurs here and there as they all agreed, to which Maverick looked at the two on the side, throwing the thick booklet into the bin next to the stand. “So does your enemy,” he stated taking Y/N back by surprise, “But what the enemy doesn’t know is your limits. I intend to find them; test them; push beyond. So today we will start with what you only think you know and show me what you’re made of.”

Everyone had begun to get changed into their uniform and were slowly making their way out of the classroom. She decided to take an opportunity to make amends with Bradley as she saw him walking on the tarmac towards his aircraft as she called out to him - Y/N knew he could hear her calling out his name. Hell! Everyone in San Diego could probably hear her.

“Bradley,” she said, “Hey,” she continued, “I’m talking to you!” she yelled once more before he stopped in his tracks.

“Clover.” he addressed turning to face her.

“We’re working together again and the others don’t need this especially with a near impossible mission so I wanted to talk about us- about what happened between us.” Y/N iterated, trying her best not to think about how the others were looking at them right now in the middle of this heated argument.

“Is that it?” he remarked.

“I wanted to apologise and it’s been a long time but I don’t want us to be strangers anymore, you know?”

“And why should I care?”

Was he being serious? She gave him a precarious squint before continuing, “Look. I don’t understand what happened to us and I know I fucked up.” he chuckled at her words shaking his head before making eye contact with her. “I don’t hate this as much as you, but we have to see this through Bradley.” she admitted.

“How long did it take you to convince yourself that you actually care about me?”

Taken back, Y/N felt the weight in her heart sinking—plummeting, as she heard those words leave his mouth.

Of course she cared about him…

Why the fuck would she have been apologising to him if she didn’t want him in her life? If she didn’t care?

A flurry of words flooded through her brain, only to evaporate when the thoughts in her head were not quite sufficient enough for what she wanted him to hear.

“Don’t play friendly with me Clover; being assigned to the same mission does not make us friends. Good luck, not that you need it anyways.” he voiced, turning away and making his way across the airstrip.

At first, Y/N was determined to go on this mission to prove just how wrong everyone was about her and even though it would get messy, she wouldn’t stop trying until she succeeded. Now with one conflict barely resolved, Y/N was starting to wonder if coming back was a good idea after all.

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brella-boi · 2 years ago

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hey idk if the asks are still open (for the oc questions) and i dont know anything about ur ocs so 3 and 5 with any ocs of your choice!!

Yes they're open!!! Thank you so much!!

Ill give you Chili n Mint for both!! Ill be making that intro timeline to them as soon as im home!! But until then you can explore their tags if youd like!

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What's a bad memory?

Chili bounced between parents as a hatchling so he grew up in a different culture and traditions than his blood parents! He grew up with lots of little things he remembers very fondly even after he was abandoned by them. Like easter egg hunts or making figurines out of chestnuts during fall. But they did eventually leave like assholes and it still tugs at his hearts. He really did love them, though the day they left him still haunts his dreams.

As for Mint they have amnesia! So they personally do not remember anything before their 19th birthday. They were raised in octarian domes, refused by the military due to being frail from a mutation, and instead put into a school for engineering. So it was hard for them but they made the best out of it as a kiddo eventually becoming one of the top engineers in octarian weaponry until Octavio decided to get rid of them for disobeying orders. Their life restarts from octo expansion at that point.

5. Do they have siblings? What are their names? What is their relationship? Has their relationship changed from being kids to adults?

Chili has a sister Julie! She's about 13 in the current timeline, 8 years younger. He didn't know about her until she found him on accident. Through her he met his blood family and he learned they're still not good parents, seeing how Julie has mutated from egg trauma. He wasn't very good with kids at all but when he saw the abuse she had to endure with them he threw a fit and fought her parents in court to take full custody of her. She's been with him since then and it'a very much an almost father-child dynamic in a sense but very brotherly in another. He doesn't helicopter her at all and trusts her enough to take care of herself when she needs to. Gives her proper respect as another person. Though they still fight over the last pizza slice dont get me wrong lmfao

Mint has a twin, Tai. Whoooo as you can guess they have no memory of! Tai loves Mint a whole lot. Maybe a little too much. He almost acts like a parent to them, especially when they were in the octarian domes. He's more in love with who Mint was than currently is. They've changed a lot since then and he just can't seem to be able to make peace with that fact. it's hard for him to rebuild their good relationship, and he's frustrated they don't trust him enough to indulge in secrets like they have done as children. It's a whole mess lmao

#thank you so much for these!!!#and all the other tags youve left today im sobbing on the floor 😭😭#askgame #ask #xx-sushi-xx #chili #mint

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rosella-writes · 3 years ago

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writing tag game

Thank you so much for the tag @noire-pandora, @kittynomsdeplume, @melisusthewee and @emerald-amidst-gold <3

Whoooo boy, here we go.

How many works do you have on AO3?

17, but quite a few are just one-shots. I only have a couple long-fics, mostly because my poor ADHD brain is cruel to me.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

190,052, but if I hadn't orphaned my old (and embarrassing) Skyrim and Sherlock fanfics it'd probably be closer to 300,000.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips - 579

i couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted - 56

a fuller feeling (a brighter burst) - 54

Eunoia - 40

i'd wanna be felled by you, held by you (fuel the pyre of your enemies) - 39

(And to be perfectly honest, my most popular fic is by far my worst. I spend so much more time carefully crafting for Eunoia than I do anything else, but the little following it's picked up has made it worth more to me than all the kudos and comments on "honey.")

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! I used to be terrible about it, mostly because the vast majority of comments I once got was hate (I wrote for a weirdly unpopular wlw pairing). Now I make it a point to respond to every single one when I can, even the short ones, to thank them for taking the time. It means so much.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It was a drabble for the r/dragonage writing thread, actually! The premise was a font in the Black Emporium that would show your OC the outcome of a decision made differently. I wrote Eliana Lavellan from Eunoia discovering what would have happened if she'd fought with Solas in Crestwood until he told her the truth... and its outcome was worse than the timeline where he left her and kept his secret. You can read it here (it's about 1200 words, nice and short).

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

My various Solavellan pairings don't get happy endings. Evelyn Lavellan was more of a narrative tool to explore Solas with, so her ending was cut short. Eliana doesn't have her ending yet, but it will be bitter and painful. My happiest ending was for my Bella/Rosalie pairing for Twilight - Bella became a vampire and lived happily ever after with her wife.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't, unfortunately! Since my days on tumblr and FFNet, S*perWh*L*ck left a terrible taste in my mouth when it came to crossovers. I'd be open to it one day if I can find fandoms chill enough.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

As I previously mentioned, yes. In my Bella/Rosalie fic, I made it a point for Rosalie to love all the parts of Bella that weren't conventionally beautiful. My Bella is also a dark-skinned black woman, and the intersection of racism, colorism, and misogyny where it concerns attractiveness was something I thought worth including because I didn't see enough of it in fic. I wanted to highlight all the things that don't get enough attention or are actively reviled, like hyperpigmentation, stretch marks, natural hair, soft bellies, areolas and vulvas that aren't perfectly symmetrical or small, pubic hair and armpit hair and little hairs around nipples - things that I love about AFAB people! I got a lot of comments on my smut chapters calling Bella disgusting, or me nasty for choosing to include those traits. I deleted every single one.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

So much. I love exploring pairings or power dynamics that people wouldn't necessarily consider, like a strong female warrior Lavellan domming Solas, or Solas topping Blackwall. I wanted to show a black woman in an interracial relationship with a white woman where she got to be soft and loved gently, where she got to be quiet, bookish, and looked after instead of expected to be the loud, strong stereotype that we pin black women into. I wanted to show the power of masculinity in an elven mage who loves a warrior woman (Solas/Cass), or the nurturing side of domming in a relationship between a pan giant and a bisexual elf (Iron Bull/Solas).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, tbh. I turn up to fandoms a decade late, so usually by the time I get any traction the fic-stealers have done their dirty work and leave me alone.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't! I hope to one day write a fic in Greek for my best friend, though. They deserve to read about Solas in their mother-tongue.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but have done some plotting with aforesaid Greek friend.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Solavellan, absolutely. Any variation, honestly - I've loved m!Solavellan, f!Solavellan, as well as any variation including nonbinary, trans, or other interpretation of the relationship. Solas sees and loves the spirit, and I love the idea that its vessel doesn't matter so much to him. I headcanon him as a he/him agender bisexual, for what it's worth.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I've technically marked i couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted as complete, but it cuts off right before Adamant and was intended to be a full Solavellan story. However, I just didn't care for my rogue f!Lavellan OC very much, and didn't think she matched Solas well. I developed an OC that I enjoyed writing much better and rolled with it. So, I'm sorry Evelyn Lavellan, but your story is frozen with the two of you happy in bed. Solas will never break up with her so long as I don't write that part, right?

What are your writing strengths?

I love dialogue and crafting character voices! Getting a comment that I've managed to portray a favorite character so well that they can hear their voice in their head as they read? Priceless.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Exposition vs description. I want to show instead of tell, but developing the right environment for a scene can be tough for me. It's so much easier to write that the characters are cold and the ground is wet than to wax poetic about dripping leaves and frosty air. But I'm working on it.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm obsessed with it. I love little bits sprinkled through that make sense with context, and culturally speaking it would feel wrong not to sometimes! I'm also the type of person that's always been obsessed with languages, and instead of becoming fluent in one I've learned a smattering of a whole lot. So any opportunity to sneak in some French, Welsh, German when it makes sense? I'm taking it. And don't even get me started on Elvhen or Qunlat because I will sprinkle that shit like biodegradable glitter.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Okay I'm gonna flout this question and just write my fandoms in order:

Sherlock (circa 2010 - 2014)

Skyrim (2016)

Twilight (obsessed from 2005 - 2010 but didn't write for it until 2019 or 2020 when Midnight Sun released)

Dragon Age (March 2021 and easily the most fanfic I've ever written ever)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

My favorite one to write was probably i'd wanna be felled by you, but my favorite to reread is Eunoia. It's most likely the most honest, least presumptuous thing I've ever written, and it's easily the longest thing I've ever attempted. I'm very proud of it.

As far as tagging goes, I've been very rude lately with it by tagging people late in the day, or tagging folks that I haven't tagged before, and am still refiguring out tumblr etiquette (since I haven't been here since the days of the skeleton war and the Mishapocalypse lmao), so presume if you see this you're tagged to participate. With no expectations nor pressure, though, I'll tag @dreadfutures, @varric-tethras-editor and @blarfkey if they'd like. <3

#whew this one took ages #but it was nice to take a trip down memory lane #it's been a while since I thought about my early days as a fanfic writer #before I got my english degree and thought I knew everything about writing #and now I actually have my degree and feel like I know even less than I did before #anyway #solavellan #solas #fanfic #my fanfic stuff #writing #tag game

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zer0-is-me · 3 years ago

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Chapter 3 - The Olympians

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

A/N:

I need to stop writing at 1 AM. Oh well, I went to bed at 12(i think-) yesterday so i probably am not sleep deprived.

For now.

Anywho, without further ado, this is the third chapter! read on :)

Previously:

Katsuki stared at the newly named, 'Kibo’s, hand, before ignoring it completely. He stood up, stretching, and turned to leave.

He paused right before he was about to jump to the floor, and sighed.

“ Name’s Valour. If we’re doing your cringe-y ass shit, the vigilante of courage and bravery.”

As an afterthought, he added, “ And, no, I’m not using your name, dumb fuck.”

And then, he was gone.

Izuku couldn't get them out of his head.

The vigilante from the night before, that was.

It was just so... so... well, he couldn't really describe it. Take intriguing and confusing along with a hint of amusement, mix them up, and there you have it.

But seriously, it kept on bugging him. He knew it was too early to tell, and he knew Valour, as they called themselves, probably wouldn't be seen again for a while (they had mentioned, after all, that they usually patrolled in a different neighbourhood). And yet he couldn't help but feel that them meeting up would be important somehow.

That, because of the certain chain of events that led to another, something good would come out of it.

He quickly brushed that feeling off when Valour was nowhere to be seen for the next week. They'd probably forgotten all about him, anyway. Soon, instead of thinking about the mysterious figure that had saved him that day, his thoughts were plagued with rightful worry.

His mom wasn't getting better.

She had been in a car crash. Izuku wasn't with her - he was at school when it had happened. Sometimes he wished he had been. Then maybe he would be in her position instead.

Inko had suffered a traumatic brain injury during the crash, and it was moderate, according to the doctors. She might recover mostly, though that would be around twelve months away.

He had cried rivers that day. Not in front of the doctors, no, but when he was locked away in his room.

He remembered feeling numb when they had told him the news right up until he had forced himself to work on homework. It all crashed onto him in one thought, and he remembered clutching his pencil in such a knuckle-white grip that it cracked. His homework page looked a lot like it had been dipped into a swimming pool afterwards.

It had been two months ago.

Since then, Izuku had tried to keep moving. He'd never let a tear drop since that night, sucking it up and braving the kids from school's taunts and bullying. (He deserved it for not being there for her when it happened, anyway.) He'd found a job - since his mother couldn't make money for them anymore - at a convenience store which was conveniently placed close by.

... Convenient.

He tried his best in school and studied hard, hoping that his mom would be proud if- no, when she got out.

And Izuku knew that he should stop his vigilant activities. He knew it would be better for him - to instead try and balance visiting his mother, studying, school and work only, than try to shove vigilantism into it. Every night, he'd tell himself that it wasn't worth it; that the heroes would be able to fill his place easily, and he wasn't doing much anyway. That he should sleep a full eight hours for once.

And yet every night, Kibo left the house and travelled to the neighbouring neighbourhood, ready to save people.

The kids at school didn't make it much better, though.

Kacchan's tauntings and shoves never seemed to stop, even if he'd never seriously hurt him more than a bruise or two. It didn't bother Izuku much, actually - more like an annoying brother who just loved to be an asshole to you and say mean things.

What really bothered him were the other kids at school - those who'd place spider lilies on his desk, like a request for him to die, or punch and kick him between classes and after school.

Those things... they eventually kind of got to him. He'd stare at a blade for a second or a minute, before putting it out of sight.

His only motive to keep going at this point was the people he'd save as a vigilante, and his mother.

He couldn't leave her without a son.

...

Izuku was putting on his costume. Yup, he was going for another night of vigilantism. (An awesome conversation changer, he knows.)

(A week and two days had passed since he had met Valour. He wasn't sure why he was tracking this.)

As he walked through alleyways and shadows to get to the next neighbourhood, he decided to do something he hadn't in years.

He stayed in his home neighbourhood.

Who knew, maybe there would be more crime here.

" Tch. Man, shut up. I know what I'm talking about."

Well that's convenient.

He heard it from a nearby alleyway and went to take a look. Innocent people usually wouldn't be talking in a secluded alleyway at 2AM. Peering around the corner, three men stood. The same person spoke - he had large horns coming from his forehead (sort of like demon ones).

" I'm telling you-"

Another interrupted. He looked tall and strong, and had red, glowing eyes. " Look, we get that you want money. We all want it. But seriously, a quirk trafficking ring? That's a bit too far."

The remaining man had a long crooked nose and dark eyes, like the kind of villains you'd see in a more or less kid-friendly film, and his stature was thin and crooked.

" No, no," he said. " I want to hear where this goes. Go on."

He did. " Thank you. What I was saying, was I heard about a trafficking ring. It's... Well, apparently, the organization's lead by people who call themselves, 'The Olympians'. Obviously, they trade and sell kids with good quirks. There's a twist, though. If they are trading with another quirk trafficking ring, and not selling, they'll insist on doing something called 'The Tournament'. From what I've heard of it, that's how they decide who gets what kid. Not sure what happens there, though."

" Interesting," the thin man said. " Thank you, Nakamura."

" You're welcome, Ito."

The other with glowing eyes huffed. " How do we know you're lying or not?"

'Nakamura' growled. " Well, Kobayashi, you'll know if you take my word, won't you?"

'Kobayashi' scoffed, " What are we even supposed to do with that information? Where even is it?"

Nakamura sighed, " You idiot, if you look at-"

He cut off and his hand shot up to his neck, clawing at something that wasn't there. Kobayashi scowled. " Call me that again, asshole, and see what happens. You need to remember who's best between me and you."

Nakamura dropped to the ground and gasped for air. " F-Fine! Fine."

He scowled at the ground, " If- If you look at where kids have gone missing lately, y-you'll realise that they disappear in a specific location and time. I don't- don't have the info, b-but I'm sure if you dug around, you'd find it."

Kobayashi sighed, " Well. You're really quite useless."

He raised his hand, but Nakamura stuttered out, " W-Wait! I have connections. I can get you whatever you need."

Kobayashi smirked, " Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Ito, the thin guy, chuckled darkly. " Oh, you didn't have to be so tough on the newbie, Kobayashi."

" Well it worked, Ito, didn't it?" Kobayashi said.

" Of course."

Nakamura was slowly getting to his feet, when he heard a near-silent scrape of shoes on cement. None of the men seemed to hear it, but Izuku knew he had heard something. He looked up just in time to see a figure dodge out of sight from the rooftop overhead.

He made a split second decision and climbed the building, hoping to see who else had been eavesdropping.

He'd definitely try to turn these guys in, but curiosity got the better of him in that moment.

A/N:

Whoooo another chapter posted! This took way too long, sorry!

Ooooh we got some new people :0 Who will they be, and what part will they play?

Btw, if you haven't figured it out already, the chapters will be in the perspective of the two boys one at a time - so in one chapter, it'll be Izuku, the next, katsuki, the next izuku, etc.

I hope you have a wonderful day, bye byeee! <3

✨@mymanbakugou ✨ (damn this taglist is lonely. If anyone else wants to be tagged, just tell me :))

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triplexdoublex · 4 years ago

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My Ex’s Best Friend

Part 2/Epilogue here

Pairing: Mod Sun x Reader

Warnigs/Tags: nothing much just fluffy smut

Fun fact: Mod Sun and I really do share a birthday, down to the exact year! Also this was inspired by his song Tell Me All Your Secrets and I was picturing long curly haired Mod like in the video when I wrote this.

You and Mod Sun had been friends from practically your very first breath, long before he became famous, back when he was just Derek Smith. Your mothers shared a maternity room in the hospital the night you were both born. They became quite close and stayed in touch. Not only did you share a birthday, you shared everything with each other over the years as you grew up; from first teeth, first words, first steps to first heartbreaks, first time getting high, and also both your parents' divorce. You shared everything; there was nothing you didn't know about each other. You told each other your deepest darkest secrets, your fears, your dreams, and everything in between. Even as adults you’ve been by each other's side. He always made you laugh even through your spouts of depression and anxiety, and you were there for him during his rise to fame and when he struggled with his sobriety and also through his messy breakup with Bella. Despite all that, the two of you never saw each other as anything more than friends. Perhaps it was because your connection was so deeply rooted in friendship since birth, that the thought of being together romantically had never crossed either of your minds. In fact, he would often set you up with his friends, which is how you started dating Colson; Mod’s best friend. It wasn’t until the night Mod was there for you when you and Colson broke up that you realized how perfect you were for each other.

**********

“Hey, you weren’t sleeping were you?” You said when Mod picked up your call at 3:00 am.

“Nah, girl you know I’m a night owl. Whoooo whoooo,” he laughed. “What’s good?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Nothing, actually. That’s kinda why I’m calling. I was wondering if I could stay at your place for a bit, me and Colson broke up.”

“Awww nooo! Yeah of course you can stay here. Lemme go get something set up for you, and you can tell me all about it when you get here, okay?” He said sweetly.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you answered. “See you in a few.”

***********

“Hey, come in, come in,” Mod welcomed you at the door, shirtless in a pair of tie-dye joggers. “I set up the pull-out bed out here for you but it’s actually not very comfortable and I want you to get a good night's sleep, so you take my bed. I’ll sleep out here.”

“No, I’ll take the pull-out, it's fine,” you responded. “I doubt I’ll sleep anyways, too much on my mind.”

“I insist,” he said as he grabbed your bags, carrying them into his room. “I’m gonna go make you some tea, and then you can tell me what happened.”

While he brewed your tea, you changed into an oversized nightshirt you had packed and climbed into bed, fluffing the pillows so you could sit upright.

“Here ya go,” he carefully carried the cup of tea over to you. “Careful it’s still hot.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, wrapping your hands around the warm cup.

“Okay girl, so tell me what is going on,” he said as he plopped himself at the end of the bed lying on his stomach. “Am I gonna have to beat Kells ass?” He joked knowing he could never win in a fight against him.

“No,” you started sadly. “It was mutual. We’re just too different for each other, ya know. Like our love languages are just not compatible.”

“I totally get that, I do. People really underestimate the power of love languages. You could meet the nicest person in the world but if you ain’t vibing on that same level, it ain’t gonna work.”

“Exactly, like I need words of affirmation and quality time, and let's be honest that's not easy for Kells to do. He’s a busy man, I can’t fault him for that. The little free time he has he spends with his daughter and I’m not gonna take that away from him. So we just decided to go our separate ways; no hard feelings, no drama,” you said before taking a sip of your tea.

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. No hurt feelings, no drama; we keep the energy around us positive,” he swirled his finger as he talked. “I know it sucks, I know it’s sad, but you guys are doing this the right way.”

“Can I be honest with you for a second,” you took another swig of tea.

“Of course! Don’t hesitate to tell me the truth, the last thing I’d ever do is judge you. You know that,” he answered.

“I know,” you smiled. “The truth is the main reason I’m upset is not even breaking up with Colson or missing him as much as it is just me worrying about just being lonely and having to eventually start over again with someone new. I mean ‘cause let's be honest I’m not getting any younger here, and I wanna get married and have a family one day but I feel like I’m running out of time,” your eyes started to well with tears. ”My youth is slipping away, I’m not as pretty as I used to be —”

“Whoa, whoa, I’m gonna stop you right there,” he scooted up the bed, taking hold of the tips of your fingers. “First of all, you are so so so so so beautiful,” he said as he shook his curls. “Inside and out,” he added stroking his thumb over your knuckles.

“Thank you,” you smiled into your tea.

“You know what I am gonna miss though…” you paused to take a sip. “The sex.” you laughed.

“You nasty,” Mod laughed as well, rolling himself off the bed. “Well since you seem to be feeling a little better, I’m gonna go to bed and let you sleep,” he said as he made his way to the bedroom door. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Actually…” you began, setting your cup on the nightstand. “Do you think you can sleep in here with me? I don't wanna be alone.”

“Sure thing, scoot over” he laughed, playfully pushing you to the other side of the bed. “At least let me get my usual side.”

**********

You both eventually dozed off, only for you to be stirred awake a few hours later when Mod rolled to his side in his sleep out of habit, forgetting he was sharing his bed. Your eyes — still heavy with slumber — fluttered open to his sleeping face mere inches from your own. His proximity made you feel peaceful, comforted and content. There was something in that moment that felt so ‘right’ and yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. One of his hands laid palm side up next to yours and as your eyes began to flirt with sleep again you found yourself drawn to their creases. You gently traced over his lifeline and love line which caused his fingers to flicker reflexively. You tamed them with your fingertips, accidentally rousing Mod from his sleep. His tired eyes blinked sleepily in and out of wakefulness, a smile spreading across his face. Your fingers flirted together hesitantly before finally slotting into one another's.

It was in that exact moment everything began to make sense; It was Mod, it’s always been Mod. You had searched high and low for the perfect man to tick all your boxes, while all along Mod had been hiding in plain sight.

With your hand still intertwined with Mod’s, you rolled to your side, pulling his arm around you, making him the big spoon to your little spoon. He was so close you could feel his breath on your neck, the sensation traveling straight to your core. You couldn’t help but squirm, your backside rolling against his pelvis. And he couldn’t help the pretty sounds that left his mouth as much as he tried to hold them back. It was then that you knew you needed to feel him inside you.

You slipped his hand from yours and guided it under your nightshirt to your bare breast, pressing each of his fingers into your flesh until he took over, gripping and squeezing as he began to rut against you. Your chest heaved with want, burying your breasts even further into his grasp as his mouth showered the crook of your neck with open mouth kisses. Awkwardly you angled your head back towards him and he moved his kisses to your lips, parting them with his tongue. You welcomed it eagerly, pushing your tongue in past his lips as well, and tangling your hand in his curls. The warm embrace of his mouth felt like home, your tongue desperately wanting to take up a permanent residence there. You needed more.

With your free hand, you guided his hand slowly down from your breast to your white cotton panties, slipping it in past the waistband. He gladly accepted the invitation, rubbing firm yet gentle circles over your clit as he continued to kiss and rut against you. You removed your hand from his hair, and placed it over the growing bulge in his colorful joggers, palming him with need.

With one hand still working over your sensitive bud, he used the other to pull down the back of your panties, just enough to grant him access. He then pulled himself free and entered you from behind, your wetness welcoming him inside. Instantly your bodies fell into the natural rhythm of lovemaking. You spoke no words, your bodies communicating solely with the universal language of intimacy and breathy moans. You kept at it until the glow of dawn both reaching your peak as the sun slowly rose above the horizon. Exhausted, you both almost immediately fell back asleep, Mod still inside you. It was Noon by the time you both awoke.

“Mornin’ Sunshine,” you teased playfully, tracing your fingers over the tattoos on his chest.

“Mornin’,” he smiled. “I — um, about last night. I apologize if I was outta place. I know you initiated it but I should've realized you were vulnerable from the breakup. I should've stopped you from making the rash decision, but something just felt so...so —”

“So right?” you interrupted him.

“Yeah, exactly!” he said sitting up. “How’d you know I was gonna say that?”

“ ‘cause I felt it too,” you smiled, sitting up alongside him. “I love you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted in a partner. No one’s ever cared about me like you do.”

“I love you, too” he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Like I’m IN love with you,” he smiled giddily. “God damn, why’d it take us so long to figure this out,” he let out a small laugh, raking his fingers through his hair in disbelief.

“I dunno but uh — I was thinking…” You paused to swing a leg over his waist straddling him. “Round two?”

He quickly gripped your ass, “Oh HELL yeah,baby.”

Part 2/ Epilogue here

#Mod Sun #Mod Sun smut #mod sun x reader #derek smith #mod fanfic #mod sun imagine #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly fanfic #colson baker fanfic #colson baker

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shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years ago

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Stitches

Benny Miller x reader/you

Continuing the Shawn Mendes Song Fic. Santiago is next and then I’ll be moving onto another band/theme. Uh. Some fights. Nothing really too extreme here. Enjoy.

Everything Tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

I thought that I've been hurt before

But no one's ever left me quite this sore

Benny was watching an MMA tournament, checking out his competition for his tournament next month. Will was there with him, watching the matches with his keen eyes. Benny was… easily distracted to say the least. He smiled flirtatiously at many women who passed by him. At one point he noticed a group of women, standing off to the side. Most of them had a guy with them, all except one.

As he looked at her, he could tell she looked extremely bored. She had her arms crossed; her foot was tapping. She kept checking her phone for either the time or something to give her an escape.

After a moment, a guy joined her, handing her a clear solo cup of beer. She smiled tensely at him and would duck under his arm anytime he tried to wrap it around her. She eventually, handed the drink to one of her girlfriends, and said something to excuse herself. He watched as she walked over to the concession stand. That was when he decided to make his move.

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

You were idly standing by the concession stand, pretending to look over the menu. You were not thrilled to be there, and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

While you were standing there, a guy stood nearby you. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. You noticed he was pretty handsome. Brown hair, blue eyes, a light amount of scruff, and well built.

“Having a hard time deciding what to get?” You hear him ask, as he stepped a little closer, so you could hear him.

“Oh yeah. So hard to chose between popcorn, a corndog, or a hotdog. What would you recommend?” You asked, chuckling at the situation.

“Uhh. Nothing from here. I would recommend only eating this food, if you had a lot of liquor and no taste buds left,” He joked scratching the back of his head.

You crinkled your nose in slight disgust.

“I’m Benny. What’s your name?” He asked.

You tell him yours and he smiled brightly.

“So. Don’t take this the wrong way, but this doesn’t seem to be your scene? Or rather… you don’t look thrilled to be here,” He gently probed, wanting to know.

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Oh, you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain

“Oh. Um. Blind date. I hate it. Him. He’s rather touchy, and he’s just boring. My friends thought this was a good idea. After my ex broke up with me because I “wasn’t there enough.” I’m a med student. Sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you,” She informed him with an eyeroll.

“Oh? Med student? Nice. Good to know,” He teased.

“How is that good to know?” She questioned, staring at him confused.

“I’m a fighter. Uh. I have a tournament next month. So, I’m here with my brother to check out my competition. It’s nice to know a pretty doctor is all,” Benny tells her, feeling slightly awkward, thinking he overstepped.

She shook her head with a small smile, thinking he was cute.

“A fighter eh? You any good?” She asked him, biting her lip.

“Come to my tournament next month. You’ll see. Maybe I can…take you to dinner after?” Benny asked charmingly.

She smiled, looking down. She looked over at her group of friends who were apparently waiting on her. She pulled out her phone, quickly unlocking it.

“Put your number in, and text me the details,” She requested.

Benny gave her a 1000-watt smile, as he input his number, sending a text to himself, and saving himself as a contact.

He felt his phone buzz as he received the messaged.

“I’ll see ya then,” Benny stated, pressing a kiss to her cheek quickly.

He ran back over to his brother and looked back to see her still standing where he left her. Her hand was gently touching where he kissed her, and he could see her smiling softly.

Will simply rolled his eyes and shook his head at him.

Your bitter heart cold to the touch

Now I'm gonna reap what I sow

It had been a week since that day, and you were nervous as you stared at your phone. You wanted to talk to Benny again. You didn’t want to wait a month. You opened up the chat he created, laughing at the name he gave himself.

“Hot Stuff”

You sent him a message simply saying ‘hi.’

Seconds later you got a response. ‘hey! How are you?’

‘I’m well. I... hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time? I just wanted to talk to you again’

‘Oh really? How did the rest of your date go with Mr. Boring?’

‘It didn’t. I ran when he went to the bathroom. He apparently thinks it was a magical date. I told him I wasn’t ready for anything more.’

‘lol. Poor guy. Shame he couldn’t see that you hated it. His loss is my gain tho’

‘Oh. Is that so? What did you gain, besides someone to tend to your wounds?’

‘A beautiful girlfriend? If you’re interested?’

She paused at that. She could feel her face warm up a bit. She bit her lip as she typed out her response.

‘Wouldn’t that imply you have to take me on a few dates before receiving that title?’

‘What are you doing for the next 3 weekends up till my fight?’

She laughed at that before typing out a response.

I'm left seeing red on my own

Got a feeling that I'm going under

The month passed by quickly. Benny had taken you out every weekend: movies, lunch/dinner, walks around the park. He made every date feel relaxed and easy. You didn’t feel like you had to be on guard or put on a façade. He made you forget about all about your dumb ex and was very supportive of your learning.

One date, he actually helped you create flashcards and study for an upcoming exam. Something Brian would never do. He always felt that the attention should be 100% on him, and to hell with your education.

Benny even made copies of your study notes, so he could quiz you randomly throughout the day. Something you appreciated greatly, because it kept the info fresh in her mind. When the exam day came around, Benny sent you flowers and candy wishing you luck. About 2 hours later, you were turning the test in online, which automatically gave you a score. 100%.

You immediately called Benny, excited, “Benny! I aced it! Thank you so much for your help!”

“Congrats baby! I knew you would ace it! Shall we… celebrate? I’ll bring over food, and we can watch movies?” He offered somewhat shyly.

“Yes! I would love that! But wait… Weren’t you supposed to hang out with your brother and friends tonight?” You asked thinking back to a previous conversation.

“I could cancel with them, it’s not a big deal,” Benny said nonchalantly.

“No. Don’t do that. They are your family. How about we celebrate after your fight on Saturday?” You countered, not wanting him to change his plans just for you.

“Alright. If you’re sure?” He asked wanting to confirm.

“I’m sure. Bye babe,” You tell him as you hang up.

“Bye!” He chirped.

But I know that I'll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover

Saturday rolled around fast, and after a rush of getting your badge that gave you VIP access, you were searching for someone familiar. As you were searching, a blonde man appeared before you.

“Hey Doc. I’m Will. C’mon. Benny wants to see you, seems to think you’ll bring him good luck,” Will’s voice was slightly deeper and raspier than Benny’s.

As you looked at him, you could see the resemblance between the two of them. You followed him toward the back, where the locker rooms were located. He led you down a hallway and to a room about midway. Benny was in the middle of bandaging his hands, rather poorly.

“Stop. I have no idea what you’re doing but stop,” You command moving forward.

You grabbed the bandages, undoing his work.

“No wonder you keep busting your hands. Who taught you how to wrap?” You asked him as you wrapped them properly.

You heard several chuckles.

“We keep telling him, but he refuses to listen,” Came a deep voice to your right.

You glance at the man, one of two Latino men who stood nearby. The one who talked was the kind who looked painfully handsome and knew it. The other, who wore a cap, looked sweet and was shaking his head at the scene he was seeing.

“You’re legit the only person he’s ever let touch those wraps. Us? The men he spent years in the army with? Oh no. We know nothing,” He teased, lightly shoving Benny.

“You should listen to them more often. They were correct,” You lightly admonished as you finished wrapping both of his hands.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side!” Benny exclaimed, as he tested his hands, making fists.

“Says who?” You asked him teasingly. “So, who is on the lineup?”

Will handed you the list of fighters that were supposed to be there. As you looked at the list, you noticed the first fight Benny had was against Brian Holden… Your ex.

You snorted. Loudly.

Move on

Needle and the thread

“What? What’s so funny?” Benny asked watching her reaction.

“Just... do me a favor. Your first fight? Make sure you not only win, but make sure it hurts,” She requested handing the list back to Will.

He glanced at the list and chuckled when he recognized the name. The match was in a few minutes and he had a feeling he was going to enjoy it.

Gotta get you outta my head

Gonna wind up dead

They walked out and as Benny was announced, you and the guys made your way to your seats upfront. Benny got in the cage with your ex and you were snickering.

Will leaned over as the fight began, and stated, “He really likes you, you know?”

You turned to face with a smile, “I like him a lot too. He makes me very happy.”

“He… he falls pretty hard, pretty fast. Do me a favor? Don’t break his heart, yeah?” Will requested.

“I don’t plan too,” You assured him, turning your attention back to the match, to cheer Benny on.

“WHOOOO! GO BENNY!” You cheered as Benny landed several hits onto Brian.

“They don’t allow chairs, or anything do they?” You asked all of three of them.

The three of them laughed, before Frankie, as you found out, “No. It’s not wrestling. It’s MMA, there is a bit more class here.”

“Damn. Oh well,” You said, in mock disappointment.

The fight took about 15 minutes and Benny came out on top. As Benny stepped out, he walked over to them and you hugged him in congrats.

“You did great!” You tell him.

You looked him over really quickly and noticed he had a busted lip.

“Ooh. Ouch. Does that hurt?” You ask him, digging into your bag.

He goes to answer but stopped when he watches you pull out a small med-bag.

“You.. came prepared I see?” Benny noted with a smile.

“Just… some small things. Is that weird?” You asked concerned.

“No. No it’s not weird. Let’s get to the locker room and you can tend to me,” Benny tells her appreciating the gesture.

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees (falling on my knees)

A couple hours later, and few more scrapes, the tournament was over. Benny came in first and was super happy. The five of you made your way to a local bar, and order food and drinks.

“So. What do ya think of my fighting skills now?” Benny asked taking a drink of beer, basking in his win.

“Mh. You’re good. Could be better,” You teased, hiding your smile in your drink.

“OhHo! What?” Benny exclaimed pulling you to him, his hands running up your sides, tickling you.

You laughed loudly, as you squirmed away.

“Brian used to make me watch all sorts of MMA tournaments. Said it helped him get in the zone or something. I always thought it was kind of boring to be honest,” You admitted once he finally stopped.

“And now?” Benny prompted.

“I… could find a reason or two to find it enjoyable… So long as I’m not patching you up every time you forget to dodge or block a very obvious punch,” You stated with a raised eyebrow.

The guys laughed at that and as Benny dramatically clutched at his heart.

As they talked, someone strolled up next to you.

“Thought you hated fighting?” Came the somewhat nasally voice of your ex, Brian.

“No. I thought it was boring because you never bothered to explain anything. Plus. You always felt the need to interrupt my study time with a match that I just ‘had to watch.’ There’s a difference,” You replied annoyed, not even bothering to look at him.

“Don’t be a bitch. So, what you are with this asshole now?” Brian questioned, grabbing you and making you turn.

You moved to shove his hand off of you, but Will got in between you two, shoving him away. Benny also, moved to place you behind him.

“Get out. You put your hands on her again, and a busted nose will be the least of your concerns,” Will threatened.

Brian turned, acting like he was going to leave before, he swiftly turned back throwing a punch. Will dodged easily. All four of them were gearing up for a throw down but you were sick of it already.

You reached into your medical bag and pulled out your scalpel.

“BRIAN!” You shouted his name to get his attention.

He turned to you and paused when he saw the knife in your hand.

“As you very well know, I am very good with this small sharp object. Get away from me now. Stay away from me. Or I will CUT you,” You warned him brandishing it to him.

He stared at you for a moment before quickly moving away, tripping over a chair as he did so.

You put the knife back into your bag, and all four of the guys stared at you.

“What?” You asked innocently.

Benny reacted first, with loud laughter. “That… that was hot. Terrifying. But hot.”

The others shook their heads and retook their seats.

“Appears, your girl doesn’t need a knight Benny. She can handle herself quite well,” Santi remarked.

“Yeah. She’s more of a knight than you are,” Frankie teased.

“Oh yeah. What does that make me then?” Benny demanded as he pressed a kiss to your face, wrapping his arms around you.

You looked at the guys, and they you, all four of you stating at the same time, “Jester.”

You all laughed at Benny’s pout, and you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“But a very cute Jester,” You try to placate.

“That sounds too similar to “very cute moose,”” He said suspiciously.

“You… remember that line from Princess Diaries 2? Really?” You asked with a giggle.

“It was the funniest part of the movie,” He mumbled looking away.

“Wait… You got him to watch what now?” Santi asked.

The rest of the evening was spent talking about some of your previous dates, while the guys told you funny stories.

You enjoyed the evening and looked forward to more dates and nights out with all of them. Benny came into your life unexpectantly but you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

And now that I'm without your kisses (without you)

I'll be needing stitches (and I'll be needing stitches)

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help (begging baby please)

#benny miller #benny miller x reader #Triple Frontier #song fic

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