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theywhowriteandknowthings · 2 months

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Heatwave | Frankie Morales x Reader Drabble.

You can't sleep with your furnace of a boyfriend smothering you, but you can't sleep without him either. Warnings: Mention of naked Frankie, implied both reader and Frankie sleep naked, just fluff based on my own sleep issues <3 Un-beta'd - wrote it mostly in bed this morning. 720~ Words

Your skin burns, hot and sticky as you feel the weight of another person draped over you. Most of the time you can just roll him off and strip the sheets off when the weather gets this extreme. But not tonight. Tonight, Frankie will not relinquish you from his catatonic embrace.

Frankie groans softly as he spoons you. His thick fingers splayed across your stomach; broad chest fused to your sweat-slick back. One leg is draped over your hip and its almost blissful. Almost.

But you’re too fucking hot.

“Frankie, baby,” you whine as you try and wriggle from his grip, “Too hot.”

All that seems to elicit is a muffled “hmm” from him as he somehow pulls you in tighter. His scruff tickles your shoulder as he nuzzles his face behind your ear.

Great, now you’re too hot and you’re turned on. There’s no way you can sleep like this.

“Frankie,” you groan as you prise his arm off you, “Need to sleep. I’ve got that meeting with my boss in the morning.”

You know it’s falling on deaf ears, but it makes you feel better, convincing yourself more than him. You slip out from under him after a minute of wrestling his thick thigh from over you.

“Love you baby,” you say softly as you press a gentle kiss to his furrowed brow.

He stirs as he reaches for your now empty spot on the bed, and you can’t help but feel a little guilty. You love him so much, but you can’t sleep like this.

You make your way down the hall and into the spare room. You slip under the fresh sheets of the modest single bed. You think you’re settled, sheet covering your lower half – because lord knows even in a heatwave your feet get cold – and head resting lightly on the pillow.

Ten minutes tick by, then twenty. When you check your phone for the third time it’s only been twenty-five minutes, but you still can’t sleep. You haul yourself back out of bed, cursing the weather as you slip back into your bedroom.

The pale moonlight illuminates Frankie’s sleeping form as he lays on his back. He’s sprawled out in the middle of the mattress, bare to the humid night air where he’s kicked the sheets off in his sleep. You ease yourself back down onto the bed, crawling into the small space left as you hope Frankie will stay where he is.

Your head hits the pillow just as Frankie shifts back onto his side, a sleepy grunt falling from his lips as he reaches for you. His fingertips ghost your burning skin as he scoots closer.

“Frankie,” you groan as you turn to face him, “I need to sleep, please just roll over.”

“But I like holding you,” he protests sleepily as you see his eyes flutter open, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m too hot Frankie, I can’t sleep with you wrapped around me, it’s too much,” you admit with downturned eyes, teeth pinged into your bottom lip and embarrassment and shame curdle in your belly.

“Amor, I’m sorry,” Frankie says with a sigh as he reaches for you, but he stops himself, “I can sleep in the spare room if that helps?”

“No,” you say as you cup his scruffy jaw with both hands, “I tried that, doesn’t feel right without you in bed with me,” you explain as you scrape your fingers through his scruff.

“What can I do?” Frankie asks as he places his hands over your own.

“Stay with me like this?” You ask as you brush your feet against his, “Just touching a little?”

“I can do that, go to sleep mi sol, I love you.”

“I love you too Frankie,” you say with a yawn.

Eventually you both fall asleep, close to touch, but Frankie is sure to keep his distance. He wakes up sometime in the night, with you curled up against his chest, dead to the world. He smirks to himself as he nuzzles the top of your head. Some things never change, and no matter how hot you get, you always crawl right back into his arms. No matter how poorly you sleep.

“Sleep well, amor.”

He whispers against your scalp as his eyes flutter closed.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #francisco catfish morales #francisco morales #fanfic #frankie morales #francisco morales x reader #fluff #sleep issues #drabble #<800 words #800 words #fluffy drabble #x reader #reader insert #ppcu #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction

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rockingrobin69 · 8 months

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Want

Malfoy did this thing where he only used a finger and a thumb for crisps. He’d wade through mud without a second thought to retrieve Scorp’s ball from the hissing nettles, he put his arm up to the elbow in cold spaghetti sauce on a dare, he rolled down not one but three different hills with Teddy on their hikes, but when it came to crisps, he was his perfect lordly self. A finger and a thumb going in neat motions, barely even crinkling the bag. A dignified amount of crisps pinched tightly, brought slowly into his mouth. So careful and clean and entirely unintentional. He didn’t even know he was doing it.

Harry did.

Harry noticed everything about him. Hard not to when Malfoy was like this, weird and loud and awkward, pathetic and incredible and everywhere. When Teddy adopted him and Scorp (officially, with a letter he’d hand-written, signed with a drawing of, randomly, a horse); when they moved in, and Malfoy’s pyjamas became a recurring vision, llamas and tiny buttons following even in his dreams; when he found the stray cat, named her Nibbles for no earthly reason; when he was a menace, and Harry adored it. Him. Adored—the whole thing, how their lives suddenly became this, tight and uncomfortable and too warm and perfect.

Teddy was no help. He practically had love-hearts for eyes whenever Malfoy walked in the room. All these ‘Draco, look!’ and ‘Draco, can you—’ and ‘Draco, Draco, come sit next to me!’ that drove Harry spare. And Scorp was such a tiny little thing in all his Molly-made-jumpers, babbling with a look of utter importance and following Teddy around, and cackling with joy whenever he was in Malfoy’s arms. And the cat, fucking, cat, always getting kisses and—

No, Harry wasn’t jealous, that wasn’t quite it. He was… overwhelmed with how gentle it all was. Never really imagined life could be like this, didn’t think he’d want it. Discovered he did with such terrifying intensity, that he yearned for something that wasn’t quite nameable, that he somehow almost had. It kept him up at nights and filled his days with this weird, feverish joy. It was soft and itchy and all his. Almost his. So fucking close to being his.

And Malfoy was right there, sitting across from Harry with his ankle on one knee and the bag of fucking crisps and the way he was eating them, almost—decadently, and utterly, helplessly serious. On the rug, Harry realised he probably loved him.

Stretched, leaned slightly to his side until he was touching Malfoy’s knee. “Hey,” he said, swallowed.

“Hi.” Malfoy offered him the bag. “Want some?”

“You eat crisps funny,” Harry said for an answer. “All cleanly and stuff. It’s funny.”

“Oh. Well. Always happy to amuse you.”

He was so ridiculous, with the little stickers he let Ted and Scorp stick on his socks, on the sliver of his leg that was visible. It would hurt like hell to rip these out, all the fine blond hair caught underneath. Harry couldn’t breathe for a moment, it struck him so hard.

It was the middle of August and a really cold day. All the lights in the living room made it look like… something Harry wanted so badly. Instead of trying to make it into words, he leaned his head against Malfoy. Allowed the fingers threading through his hair. The movement so, so gentle.

“I’m picking Ted early from school tomorrow,” Malfoy announced some time later, in this awful voice he used for Scorp, or when Teddy had a nightmare. “He hates the dentist, so I promised to take him on a walk after. Maybe the hill where we went last month, the one with the waterfall.”

Harry hummed something delighted and heartbroken. Buried his face in Malfoy’s thigh, surrendered to the feeling of his hands, of his warmth.

“Harry… I meant, do you want to come with us? Sorry. That’s not—wasn’t quite clear.”

Buried his face tighter.

“Or—maybe we can go another day? Just us. You and me, I mean. There’s this place I think you would like. If you absolutely insisted, we could take Nibbles along on her lead.”

Brought his head up, pouted at Malfoy’s pretty face. “No, that’s…” stopped when he noticed the smile. When he realised that this thing that he wanted was already his. Pressed a tiny kiss to Malfoy’s shin, to a sticker of a star on his hairy leg. “You are,” Harry said, and meant it from the bottom of his heart. Breathed, breathed. Sat there and grinned to himself.

The bag of crisps crinkled. The afternoon went on, lit and weirdly warm. It was the life Harry didn’t know he wanted, that he ached for, that he had.

(If you enjoyed this, I've recently shared the first part of Wonderful on AO3. Consider checking it out for your pining needs).

#drarry fic #800 words #very very very. soft #oh no they were roomates #teddy lupin #scorpius malfoy #pining #rockingrobin69

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toxicbrothel · 3 months

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Joel has to drive somewhere, and Carter is busy. It’s just you and Joel, and you’re taking the smaller van. As Joel gets in the driver’s seat, for the first time he tells you to buckle up. It feels silly, given everything that’s happened in this van while it was moving, but you do it anyway. The road is mostly quiet, and you never see another car. It feels weird having a seat all to yourself, but seeing Joel drive really turns you on. His massive triceps casually flex with every turn. His thick thighs shake a little on the bumpy road. Joel looks over at you and does a double take, allowing himself the hint of a smile.

“What?” you ask.

He shakes his head as though to brush it off, then says. “The way you were lookin’ at me.” His nose pulls downward and he bites his lip like he might actually laugh otherwise. It gives you such a burst of joy that you could cry if you dwelled on it too long.

“How was I looking?” you smile.

He shakes his head. His nose twitches again.

“How?” you plead.

“. . . Like,” he shrugs. “Like you’re . . .watchin’ a movie, or somethin’.”

You shrink into your dress to hide your smile, embarrassed of how wide it is, and for something so simple to make you so happy. It’s wrong to feel happy when you’re driving by pits full of skeletons and rotted clothes, you think. Looking out the window, looking at anything but Joel, is a reality check, but you can’t keep your eyes away long.

You bring your left knee up on the seat and turn toward him, resting the upper left side of your head on the headrest as you watch. “I never see you drive, you know.”

“Guess not,” he agrees.

“I like how you do it.”

He reaches over and pets the crown of your head, and his eyes travel down your body before he returns his hand to the wheel. “Dress looks good on ya."

“I love it,” you gush. You fiddle with the hem and look down. There's that sting and pressure behind your eyes again. It’s the fact that he picked it up for you, back when he used to leave you at the trailer. And he didn’t give it to you until now. He wasn’t sure you’d like it, he said. Then, on this unseasonably warm day, he finally took it out of the bottom of one of his drawers. Like it was always in the back of his mind--you'd like to know what else is back there.

Unshed tears begin to blur your vision, and when you blink, the tears web your lashes. Joel notices. He watches you for a second and your lip quivers. He looks at the road again. You bring your knee down from the seat and look straight ahead, and when you blink again, one rolls down. Joel draws in a slow breath through his nose and looks at you as he exhales. You wipe your eyes with your fingers, then glance at him, brow furrowed, and quickly shake your head like you don’t wanna talk about it.

He nods in agreement and goes back to watching the road. A few seconds later, he looks at you again and puts his hand on your thigh. His voice takes on a soothing tone. “I know, sweet pea.” After a minute, he opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't.

He rubs your thigh, then squeezes it. You nod and take a deep breath.

He adjusts his head on the headrest, looking pensively at the road. He's driving with one hand. He makes everything look so easy.

Sitting side by side, with what feels like a massive gap in between, even though he can reach you. . . It suddenly feels wronger than ever. You feel strange and exposed without your bodies together.

“I feel weird in this seat,” you admit and wish it didn’t come out whiny.

As soon as the sentence leaves your mouth, he takes his foot off the gas and the white noise of the gravel becomes slower, more soothing as he pulls off the road. He parks on the grass, surveys the area in silence for a few seconds, then turns off the engine. He gets out and gently closes the door. You take off your seatbelt while he’s coming around to your side.

You start to open the passenger door, and he opens it the rest of the way. You scoot to the edge of the seat and he leans into the van. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands on your back pull you even more toward the edge. “It’s okay, I got ya,” he murmurs. You wrap your legs loosely around him, and he pulls you flush. A moan slips out when you feel him against you. You lift your chin, and when your lips brush his beard, he tilts his head down. His lips quickly find yours, and he moans quietly into your mouth as his embrace tightens.

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Thank you so much for reading! And ty for the photo, Lum! 🌸🫛 💕

I imagine she picks the flower at some point on this trip as well.

#brothel sleepover 💕#pov #pov: sweet pea #800 words #toxicbrothel ☠️#emotional #sweet pea cries #angst in passing #cw crying #dark fluff #ominous fluff #raider

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starchaserdreams · 1 year

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Wolfstar Microfic: Cupid

“I’m not dancing, Sirius.”

“C’mon, Moony, please??”

Sirius was having fun losing himself dancing in the middle of the partygoers, but he couldn’t help but feel himself distracted by the one person in the room who was unwilling to dance.

“Do it for me, please?”

Remus rolled his eyes.

Sirius would have to figure out another tactic, since this obviously wasn’t working. He tried to think through his firewhiskey addled brain, tried to come up with something, anything that might work on Remus.

Finally, it hit him.

“I’ll let you have my leather jacket!”

Remus’ eyes widened.

“I know you like it, I’ve seen you eyeing it sometimes, you can have it!”

Remus shook his head, looking bemused, but there was a slight pink tinge to his cheeks that Sirius hadn’t noticed before.

“I don’t want to wear it, I like it on you. I mean, it looks good on you. You wear it.”

Remus took a long sip from his drink while Sirius thought through those words. Remus held the drink up for so long Sirius wondered if he was trying to drown in it.

“Okay, I’ll wear it!” he said, grinning.

Remus shook his head, but from the hint of a smile on his face, Sirius could tell he’d won.

Sirius flipped up the collar and knew he looked cool doing it.

“So you’ll dance with me right? We’ll look cool: me, in my jacket, and you, with your hair.”

Remus’ eyes widened and his hand went to his hair reflexively.

“What’s wrong with my hair??”

Sirius grinned. “Nothing, like I said, it’s cool. You’ve been running your hands through it so many times it’s all tousled and crazy, kinda like sex hair.”

“Sirius!” Remus responded, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

“It’s sexy,” Sirius said with a wink, running his hand through it once. “So you’ll dance with me?”

“One song,” Remus bit out, seeming overwhelmed. He was staring at Sirius, and Sirius could tell he had him rattled.

Sirius grinned, feeling like he’d won. He liked Remus like this.

The song changed, and the firewhiskey in Sirius started to dance along immediately.

“The Cupid Shuffle!” Remus looked up at the ceiling as though he could will the song to change with his mind.

Sirius shook his head. “Nuh uh, you said you would, c’mon, one dance!”

Remus allowed himself to be led into the crowd that was forming into lines to do the dance. Sirius stood next to him and grinned, very entertained by Remus’ resigned attempts at a dance.

(Down, down, do your dance, do your dance)

Remus alternated between giving it his best shot, and shooting Sirius looks that were almost wicked. Sirius felt hot under his collar each time, though he couldn’t imagine why.

(We got a brand new dance)

The cupid shuffle was not a hard dance; it more or less repeated the same five steps a hundred times. So there was no excuse for Sirius to trip up and step wrong when Remus looked at him like that - and there was certainly no excuse for it to happen three times.

(To the right, to the right, to the right, to the right)

Even with Remus throwing looks at him, and the chaos of Sirius’ heart at the moment, Sirius couldn’t help but feel like the moment was perfect

(To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left)

Sirius threw his head back and laughed when the world seemed just right.

(Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick)

Remus tripped over something - who knew what, possibly just the alcohol he’d had - and fell to the ground, but he was laughing even so.

Sirius reached out a hand to pull him up, but Remus yanked him down, and Sirius fell directly on top of him.

Remus’ look of shock was immediate; he hadn’t intended for this to happen, hadn’t really thought that Sirius would fall.

(A let me see ya do the Cupid)

But Sirius didn’t let go. He was suddenly aware of just how much he didn’t want to let go.

The dance seemed to go on around them, so even though they were on the side of a dance floor, it felt like they were on an island of their own.

(A let me see ya do the Cupid, shuffle the Cupid Cupid shuffle)

Remus still hadn’t said anything. And Sirius didn’t want him to.

Instead of using his words, Sirius brought his hand up to hold the side of Remus’ face, very gently.

(Now let me see you do the)

Remus’ eyes widened for only a fraction of a second before he seemed to get the message, and he surged up to kiss Sirius.

It was amazing. Sirius got absolutely lost in it.

(Cupid shuffle)

Somewhere in the background, Sirius heard a wolf whistle. But he didn’t take his eyes off Remus, who looked rather pleased with him.

And the feeling was very mutual.

@wolfstarmicrofic

On AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44982076/chapters/113184919

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somelikeitbrugh · 5 months

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Jonny Brugh characters as emojis. 😜

#jonny brugh #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #deacon brucke #800 words #monty mcnamara #educators #jarred needham #thor love and thunder #rapu #mega time squad #shelton #the paragon #goth2aflame

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deaconsleatherpants · 2 months

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finding new Monty pics in 2024 is so unexpected but also such a treat 👀

#he's so cute....... 🥺😭#technically it’s a behind the scenes shot but I still think it counts. 🥴#800 words

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cant-eat-chips · 8 months

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Requested by @deaconsleatherpants !! Little Monty doodles! I love this realtor and his stupid fire sparkle helmet 💕

Thanks for the request!

#Monty #800 words #my art #doodle #Jonny Brugh

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spikybanana · 2 years

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@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: limit - mathematicians au I just wanted to make a stupid extended pun/metaphor shhhh

Remus stood at the front of the empty classroom, brows pinched and holding a chalk in his hand suspended inches from the blackboard. To his left sprawled a wall’s worth of equations, derivations, all the key ingredients they’d laboured on that should be culminating towards the theorem’s proof; and to his right— blank. Black, blank.

Compute correctly the function’s limit, and the lemma would immediately follow. Then he’ll have caught up with the subcases Sirius was handling. But no matter how much he stared at the line of symbols in front of his eyes, they refused a shred of enlightenment. Where was Sirius? Perhaps he’d finally realised this idea of theirs was no good, and made a run for it. But they’d been wrangling with this for so long, put so much of themselves into— he wouldn’t leave now, right? This was theirs, this was them. Limit, somewhere on the set’s boundary, a well-defined rule governing behaviour of its components. It had to exist, Remus just didn’t yet see. Why didn’t it make sense? It’s been five hours and three tea breaks and at least a dozen different attempts at the computation, but his hand continued to hover, his mind stranded by lack of progress.

Where was Sirius? Was he trying to keep away, appalled by the mathematical mess spilled by Remus’ one original question? But this was what brought them together in the first place, the adrenaline-rush of discovery, of something undeniably real but defied all the established definitions. But maybe he’d been wrong. Maybe he’d made a mistake, and Sirius had realised before him. Maybe Remus was just seeing things while in reality there were only dead ends, like this limit he could not find.

Or maybe, Sirius was staying away because of him. They’d always been close, and grew closer with the years. Sirius was— the most important person in Remus’ life, tethered by the unnamed intangible something he had always thought they shared— but were they now drifting away? It wasn’t exactly like their other friends. Around them everyone was coupling off, becoming something to each other, something defined with names, like a boyfriend or girlfriend, even fiance, husband or wife. Partner, lover. But where on this map was Sirius and him? None of these words felt right— none of them really even made sense to Remus. He knew Sirius agreed, but, maybe they should have heeded to the amused, half-dismissive frowns from others when they’d asked. What were they? They kept getting closer, sure. They’d gotten so close Remus sometimes wondered if Sirius didn’t half-live in his soul— but was there not a limit? Something they were approaching to become? How did you show someone how important they were, without a name like a hook to hold on to them?

Remus closed his eyes, leaned back against a table and rubbed harshly at his temples to scold his own distraction. He shouldn’t have gone into research. Nobody ever knew the right way of doing anything and how did he expect this to be something his traitorous, irresolute brain could handle? And Sirius, brilliant, confident Sirius, wouldn’t he have been much better off without Remus?

Soft knocks sounded at the open door, and Remus’ eyes flew open. Oh, it was Sirius.

“There you are.” Sirius flashed him a grin, drawing an involuntary smile out of Remus.

In a few soft, swift steps, Sirius was by Remus’ side. “Here,” he thrust out a sheet of scrap paper, heavily scribbled over, and tugged the pencil out from where it held up his hair, “see if this makes any sense to you?”

“Probably not.” Remus snorted, squinting almost cross-eyed at the tiny writings, “I don’t know why you insist in not using normal paper. Are you angling for one of those back-of-a-fag-packet discoveries someday?”

“Hush with that, let a man dream.” Sirius nudged him in the middle, “so what are you stuck on?”

Remus non-committally indicated the board, not looking away from Sirius’ sheet of paper. He hummed as he deciphered lines of an elegantly unfolding proof, and in the corner of his eye, he could just catch the way Sirius pondered at the panes of blackboard, lips half open and a thumb on his chin.

“Huh.” Sirius tilted his head with the tiniest frown.

“What is it?”

Sirius stepped forward, stood in front of where Remus had left off, and raised a piece chalk to one, two lines above the last, circling something in red. The air condition droned somewhere inside the roof, and Sirius chewed his lips while considering the line. Then he turned around, meeting Remus’ eyes with certainty.

“This topological space—” he said, “it’s not closed. The limit doesn’t exist.”

Remus’ eyes widened. Oh. “The boundary is— undefined! Of course!”

“Yessir.” Sirius dropped the chalk smugly with a clank, “so we’re okay?”

"We’re okay.” Remus breathed out, looked at Sirius in wonder. The boundary doesn’t exist. That meant— that meant the answer was further off than they thought, but there were paths sprawling out to be explored. They just had to keep looking. “More than okay— brilliant.”

#my writing #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #microfic #mathematicians au #academics au #hello from insomniastan #fake maths pls don't come at me #I don't actually know what I'm talking about #did this work?#i hope it worked #800 words #aroace stuff #implied

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stories-by-rie · 2 years

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124 Fwd: Re: Re: pls read your mails

Popping out of my temporary grave and dumping a quick thing here in a futile attempt to suppress impending doom. Might not be very coherent. Trigger warning for a bit of violence, mention of knife, blood and gunshot. ~800 words

The door bangs shut behind me and the hero swirls around to face me. In the absence of stars, the neon signs make the mist of fog and fumes shine like a piece of art--a sharp contrast to her silhouette. Perhaps, the city’s noise could be the matching music, but it hardly reaches us on the flat roof of the skyscraper. We’re still too far away from each other for her to recognize me.

One hand flies to her thigh where she keeps the knives for throwing, another to her ear-piece. There’s a beep in my ear, I push the button.

“Hero to sidekick, please respond. Unknown character at agreed meeting point?”

I push the button again. “Sidekick to hero, the character is known.”

I don’t have to be close enough to see the shock on her face, I can hear it in my ear. Many aborted you’s, even more broken I’s. A change in emotion.

“Hero demands to know what her sidekick is thinking.” Her voice is quieter, but the consonants sharper enunciated. The t’s and s’s are stabbing. She pulls a knife, but doesn’t hold it at the tip, ready to throw it. Somehow it looks more like moral support.

I take controlled steps toward her. She doesn’t get more defensive and it makes my blood boil. Not a single thought wasted about the potential threat that I could be. Wholly unaware of the knowledge I hold. It must show on my face because she raises an eyebrow in a way that clearly says what do you think you’re doing.

“You know, I was burning for the cause”, I start and try to at least pretend to be nonchalant about any of this when my whole presence is proof of the contrary.

“I cannot claim to have noticed”, the hero bites out.

“Oh, obviously not. For that you would have to notice anything. You would have to notice that the secretary whose offer you took donates money to the supervillain's corporation. I wanted to tell you but you weren’t in the base. So I wrote an email which you clearly haven’t bothered to read. You would have to notice that your other sidekick hasn’t been in the base for a whole week. I let you know after you told me to assign them a new mission, and to that email you also have not replied. And that was just last week.”

The hero laughs near-hysterically, the knife swinging between her fingers at the tip now.

“So what? You’re rebelling because I don’t check my emails enough? Who do you think you are? The hero of bureaucracy?”

I let a smile slip on my face.

“I am not rebelling.” I’m finally close enough. “I am avenging the people you failed because of your ignorance.” I aim at her chest. “Ignorance that has already cost lives, all for your own vanity.” I pull the trigger.

The bullet hits her right in the chest. Her armour can’t hold it because I rigged it. It’s not that she would ever check her gear herself, she simply expects me to do it. I can hear her surprised gasp as her fingers come away bloody red. She sinks down on her knees, right as I arrive next to her, my lips close enough to her ear that

“If the superhero offered you more fame and glory, you would not even hesitate to accept.” I dip a finger into her wound, make her wince. “Just so you know, the others aren’t in on this. I left the others in the dark about our get-together tonight. So if they’re not responding to your calls, you’ll know that I didn’t even have to convince them.”

Her breath comes out stuttered in pain, but her eyes are burning with fury. It unfurls something in me. Some ugly scraps are peeled off by my courage. The thing at its core is still hungry for more.

I clasp my hand around her face, force her to look at me. “Go on. Try it.”

She doesn’t move, but I will not be satisfied with her defiance. I press harder into her skin. “I said. Try it.”

She presses the button and calls for the others, one after the other. There are a few replies that let her know that it is my shift today, most of them say that they cannot aid in order to keep their identities safe. Most don’t even pick up.

I let go of her face, my fingers leaving faint red impressions on her skin, a bloody tear beneath her eye.

The neon lights of the surrounding buildings mirror in the blood that starts to pool around her. I find that it is not worthy to be called pretty.

#writeblr #heroes and villains #sidekick #short story #800 words #sidekicks demand their bosses to read their emails or get paid more #i was too lazy to name the characters but i think that's how you do it anyway in the superhero writing fandom or whatever so i hope it works #thanks to royal for enabling me #i will now disappear until august 24th or smth if i don't know when the exam is i won't have to study for it yet #stresswriting #124 #fwd: re: re: pls read your mails #cw violence

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thepjofanficarchive · 1 year

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Fanfic No. 4: Percy Jackson and the HalfBloody War

Type of Fic: Canon divergence, .8k words and 2 chapters, incomplete, took less than a month to write, rated K+.

“Percy and Thalia are leading two armies to Sedona, AZ to ensure the safety of Camp HalfBlood. First chapter is a little short and slow, but I promise it will pick up. Please R&R”

February 23, 2007

Length: The length was a bit awkward. Albeit the first chapter is a prologue so it’s allowed to be limited but the pacing in both chapters was strange.

Formatting and Content: The plot was incredibly limited. Again, the first chapter is a prologue so there is leeway to be short, but the second chapter felt like a scene pulled out of the middle of the story. Multiple grammatical errors.

Characterization: The story was very plot driven and short so there was not much characterization to go off of. The dialogue was very formal and input or reflection from characters was limited.

Reception: There are 12 reviews that are mixed. There is some hate but most reviews are praise and constructive criticism. There are also 3 favorites and 3 follows.

Author: Author Seaweed-Brain seems to be a male author, which is not only the first time we have seen that (confirmed at least), but also male writers are a lot less common in fanfiction for some reason, which makes the author a bit more interesting. Author loves Percy Jackson and has an affinity for waffles as seen on the account and in ANs. In ANs author primarily asks for reviews and apologizes for the length and the asynchronous update schedule. The account went inactive in 2007 and this is his only fic, so we can only wish him the best.

Impact: I don’t have much feeling attached to this fic because it was just so short. If it had been continued and developed we might have seen where it would have gone I would have more of an opinion.

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The Heart Guy (aka 'Doctor Doctor') (2016-2021)

A rising heart surgeon's life takes a turn he never expected and soon everything comes crashing down. He soon finds himself a former big city doctor turned small town doctor.

This is a really feel-good, light-hearted, and fun watch. It is a family drama as well as a rom-com full of quirky and interesting characters. The location will make you want to move to the Australian countryside and run a farm, and it will also make you long for a small-town life. Fans of shows like 'Brothers and Sisters' and '800 Words' will enjoy it. It really is a sweet, charming, and feel-good show which is now available to binge-watch. It's called 'The Heart Guy' on UKTVPlay, but for some reason, it is also known as 'Doctor Doctor'.

#The heart guy #doctor doctor #acorn tv #uktvplay #800 words #brothers and sisters #family drama #rom coms #australian shows #aussie shows #feel good shows #Roger corser #Nicole da silva #Ryan johnson #tina bursill #Hayley McElhinney #Chloe bayliss #Jim bisley #miranda tapsell

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rockingrobin69 · 6 months

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Honourable Defeat

Harry bumped his hip into the chest of drawers in the usual place he normally bumped it. The corridor was narrow, but that wasn’t the problem: from this spot you could see into the living room, and on the rug was a sight so fucking impossible Harry normally lost a bit of, er. Focus. No, he had to focus, because he was carrying two cups of very-very hot tea (Draco doesn’t take it unless it can seriously damage his tongue). Had to focus, because this would be happening a lot now, every day even. Grinning, buzzing with all this giddy—excitement—bumping into the cabinet too, whatever, breathlessly spilling into the room.

“Hello there,” said a voice so soft that Harry had to spit out, “Malfoy. Malfoys.”

To the lump on the rug, wrapped in blue, sticky-smile smeared all across his face and a tuft of blond hair in his fist.

“Darling,” Draco said, half a laugh and half a cry, and Harry didn’t know if he meant him or the baby before, “sweetheart, that rather hurts. Ow. Please, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Scorpius must have minded, because all he did was giggle. Looked up at Harry, sharing the incredulity, probably, the absolute gob-smacking heart-crushing delight at seeing Draco like this. Sprawled on the floor in his crisp trousers and vest still buttoned, his face soft with laughter. Harry—erm. Was, erm. Not invincible.

“What?” Draco cried, or demanded, looking up at Harry now with that terrible smile, “not you, too? I was looking forward to having a conversation with at least one intelligent adult today.”

“The meeting,” Harry groaned. “They didn’t approve your request?”

Draco sighed, rolled so he lay on his back, hair still caught in Scorp’s fist. “No. It seems that adding a nursery is simply not feasible for the company at this time. The board suggested I gave up my position.”

“And?”

He snorted. “And nothing. I spent the afternoon trying to teach Scorpius how to curse. Nothing severe, maybe just jelly-legs, or, calling our CEO a bloody wanker would be nice.”

“Draco!” dropping to his elbows, helplessly drawn closer, “is that the kind of language—”

“Oh come on, Potter, he’s not even one. He doesn’t know what the word means.”

He smelled like Scorp’s lavender shampoo. His eyes, when they landed on Harry, grey and warm. “What?” Harry asked, voice thick with a smile, and Draco shook his head, then winced.

“Ow—Merlin’s sake, Scorp, you have the grip of a giant. Hey, maybe he’d end up a Catcher.” Turning back to Harry, the tiniest movement, “I thought you went to make tea?”

The cups were cooling on the table. “Forget tea, we’re not rooting for our son ending up a Catcher.”

“Any position in a Quidditch team,” Draco said in his dry tone, but his whole face lit up like a spark, making Harry hear what he actually said, making him—choke on something in his throat. “It’s the game that matters, Harry.”

“The game,” he agreed nonsensically. “Draco—”

“We’ll have to find a solution, of course. For the nursery situation. Now that my bloody wanker of a boss made taking Scorp to work impossible.”

Scorpius made a bright sound, something like laughter, and both of them turned to him, this little lump of a smiling face. “Well done, my love,” Draco cooed, and Harry—erm—didn’t cry or anything, but he did make a sort of sniffling sound, “Smith is a bloody wanker, hmm?”

“Draco!” Harry squealed, and he looked back with a devilish grin.

“Apologies. I wouldn’t want to teach… our son such language.”

They lay just lay there for a moment. Draco’s chest going with Harry’s rhythm, up, down, and this thing on his face, uncertain and—happy. Harry took his hand.

“Exactly. I’d expect you on your best behaviour from now on, Malfoy.”

“Of course,” with a flutter of those endless lashes. Scooting a touch closer on the rug. It carried the table, the one with the tea, another possible future disaster: Harry didn’t care about this either.

“Come here,” hand behind Draco’s head, another hand coming to cup his cheek. “You gorgeous, silly thing.”

“Harry,” half a moan, half a whisper, and his eyes closing, delicate lashes on Harry’s face, mouth coming up for a kiss. “Ha—ow!” and then started laughing, hysterical waves of it, loud in Harry’s ear: “Scorp, love, you have to let go, ha ha, ow, that really does, ha, hurt, you scoundrel,” and Harry was laughing too, was weak, in fact, in the centre of his core was weak for this, was defeated.

“You two,” he mumbled, swallowed, are my whole heart, a little frightened and deliriously overjoyed. On the rug, Scorp continued making nonsensical sounds, and Harry and Draco kept laughing.

(Flufftober day 17. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #fluff #so much fluff oh god #raising scorp #flufftober2023 #prompt: Encouraging someone to achieve a goal #but make it... yeah i mean sort of #scorpius malfoy #as: a precious bean #rockingrobin69 #800 words

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Entertaining Shows and Movies for Creative Breaks

Great TV Shows and Movies to Enjoy When You're Not Busy Being Creative Yourself Here's a selection of European, Australian, and American shows and movies that are well worth your time.

The following recommendations from Indigo Kashmir are provided in no particular order of preference. Ever felt that sinking feeling when you invest your time in a show or movie only to regret it once it ends? Fear not, as the following list includes enjoyable and entertaining shows. Some are thought-provoking and inspirational. We hope you find them enjoyable.

Vienna Blood (2019 - ): Max Liebermann, a student of Sigmund Freud, collaborates with Detective Rheinhardt to investigate a series of disturbing murders set against the backdrop of the grand cafes and opera houses of 1900s Vienna.

This show offers a delightful blend of history and a touch of Sherlock Holmes, all set in the charming city of Vienna. It features intriguing characters and incorporates elements of forensic science and psychoanalysis. If you're a fan of shows like Sherlock, this one is definitely worth a try. It's not overly violent or gory, and the fantastic interiors and vintage fashion add to its appeal. Keep an eye out for the upcoming season 4.

Lykkeland 'State of Happiness' (2018-2022): On the night before Christmas in 1969, the gas flare at the Ocean Viking is ignited. Phillips has discovered the largest subsea oil basin in history, and everything is on the brink of change.

This beautifully shot and highly engaging show explores the transformative impact of Norway's oil discovery on the country and the small coastal town of Stavanger. Before watching, we had never considered what Norway was like before its oil era or how the country established a State Company to manage the newfound wealth for the benefit of all citizens. It's a truly fascinating story, and we absolutely loved it. We've only had the chance to watch season one. Even if you're typically drawn to Scandinavian murder mysteries, you'll likely find this show highly enjoyable. And if you do enjoy suspenseful dramas, we think you'll be entertained as well.

Dash and Lily (2020): In this whirlwind holiday romance, cynical Dash and optimistic Lily exchange dares, dreams, and desires in a notebook they pass back and forth at various locations throughout New York City.

This is a heartwarming, charming, and uplifting rom-com set against the backdrop of the Christmas season. It's a delightful, old-fashioned feel-good series that will leave a smile on your face and infuse you with the holiday spirit. This universal story about finding someone you like is simply lovely. While Netflix has cancelled it after one season, it's still absolutely worth watching. It's an original series that captures the festive essence beautifully, and we thoroughly enjoyed it.

Tick, tick...Boom! (2021): This film is based on the autobiographical musical by playwright Jonathan Larson. It tells the story of an aspiring composer in New York City who grapples with doubts about his career choice while navigating the complexities of love and friendship.

While it is a musical, it's a unique one where characters don't sing their dialogue. The film is beautifully written, acted, and shot, delivering an exceptional cinematic experience. Andrew Garfield's versatility and talent shine through, and the entire cast is incredibly talented. We adored every aspect of this film. It's not only creatively inspiring but also deeply moving. We highly recommend it for anyone seeking inspiration and a memorable cinematic journey.

800 Words (2015 - 2018): George Turner, a popular columnist for a top-selling Sydney newspaper, writes a weekly column of precisely 800 words. However, after his wife's passing, he impulsively buys a new home in the fictional New Zealand seaside town of Weld, a place filled with childhood memories. When he breaks the news to his two teenage children, Shay and Arlo, the vibrant and curious locals of Weld ensure that Turner's fresh start doesn't go as planned.

Warning: This show will likely awaken your desire to leave everything behind and move to New Zealand. We can't recommend it enough! It's an absolutely heartwarming, feel-good series that provides a lovely escape from the everyday stresses. You might even find yourself searching for a holiday to New Zealand to discover your very own little Weld.

The show's wit shines through, with a delightful array of interesting, funny, and endearing characters. What's particularly commendable is how it addresses various important issues in a sweet manner, including grief, matters of the heart, bullying, finding one's place in the world, friendships, and cyberbullying. Australia and New Zealand boast exceptional writers, actors, and directors, and the entire cast in this show is simply perfect. Watch it, and you won't be disappointed.

Hacks (2021 - ): In this series, a dark mentorship develops between Deborah Vance, a legendary Las Vegas comic, and an entitled, outcast 25-year-old comedy writer.

It's an original, witty, and humorous show that's nothing short of fantastic, guaranteed to bring a smile to your face. The cast, especially Jean Smart, is outstanding. We wholeheartedly recommend it. However, it's worth noting that we found the second season to be not quite as good as the first.

Manhattan (2014 - 2015): In Los Alamos, New Mexico, a group of American scientists are trying to build the globe's first atomic bomb in the midst of WWII, while their kin are trying to survive the secrecy of the project.

While the show takes some creative liberties for dramatic effect and may not be 100% historically accurate, it remains a fantastic series. With excellent acting, writing, and production, it offers a thought-provoking experience. We highly recommend it, especially if you're a fan of historical dramas, World War II narratives, or simply appreciate well-crafted shows.

We have a deep appreciation for excellent and original writing, beautifully produced shows, and thought-provoking stories. Stay tuned for more recommendations in the future. If you've watched any of these shows or have recommendations of your own, why not get in touch with us? We're always on the lookout for new and captivating shows to explore.

#movies and tv #Vienna blood #dash and lily #manhattan #tick tick boom #800 words #lykkeland #hacks #Manhattan project #tv shows to watch #shows to watch #Best shows

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I just learned the insult ' gormless klackwaffle' from a New Zealand show, and now I'm going to add it to my list of favorite things to say.

#800 words #I love this #new zealand

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