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mykoreanlove · 6 months

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Leave You Loving You Part 2

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First month

Minho stared at your chat for the hundredth time fighting the urge to answer you. Or call you. Or facetime you. Anything really to hear your beautiful voice again. He sighed in exasperation. Why is this dating shit so hard?

A ping from his phone distracted him from his sorrowful thoughts. Another match on that stupid app, great. He opened the messenger and looked at the blonde girl. She looked young, naïve even. Someone he could easily use for some fun he assumed. Is that what you really want, though? The nagging voice in the back of his mind tortured him again, making it painfully obvious that he was running away from his true feelings.

Minho messaged her immediately, asking if she was free for a drink. I don’t want to think about y/n. I don’t want to think about what I’m feeling for her. And I sure as hell don’t want to think about whether I did the right thing or not. He massaged his temples, his emotional turmoil clearly took a stance on his physical health as well. All I wanna do is meet this girl, or any girl really, and loose myself in her. Literally.

He got up and changed clothes, applied musky perfume and styled his chestnut hair. Minho tried not to look into the mirror for too long as he was dangerously close to imploding. It’s gonna be fine, Min. You can forget her now.

“Wait, you dated another girl? Again? But what about the last one? What was her name again?” Chan looked at Minho in shock. He knew that Minho liked you but he didn’t dare to ask what led to your downfall. Minho frowned, eagerly trying to remember the last girl’s name.

“You don’t know, do you?” Chan’s voice was full of shade. “Minho, buddy, maybe try toning it down a bit?”

He scoffed in annoyance. “Hyung, buddy, maybe try minding your own business for a bit?”

Shit, I drank too much. How did I end up in this cab? Minho was sitting in the back of a taxi while a brunette girl was climbing his lap, placing kisses all over his neck. And who is she? His head fell back as he tried to make sense out of this situation.

“Minho, you are so hot. I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.” He smirked as she was sucking on his skin, leaving delicate marks. Minho froze up as he thought back to you doing the same thing. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and imagined your soft lips on his skin as he was grabbing the cab girl, pulling her closer to him. When he felt her teeth grazing his neck he shuddered in pleasure. “Fuck, y/n, slow down or I’ll fuck you in this cab.”

The girl stopped immediately. “What did you just say?” Minho shot up in panic as he realized what he had said. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can you leave my mind already, y/n? He decided to ignore it, hoping that her neediness for him would outweigh his slipup.

“I said”, he grabbed her tighter by the waist, “slow down or I’ll fuck you in this cab, sweetie.” Whether she bought it or simply didn’t care was irrelevant, all that mattered was that it worked. 1:0 for me, y/n.

“God, you look like shit.” Hyunjin mustered as Minho was entering the kitchen’s dorm. “Well, good morning to you, too.” Hyunjin leaned over the counter, munching on his cereal as he was elaborating. “Hyung, you know for someone that has as much sex as you do, you seem very distressed. Why is that?”

Because I’m not with her. I’m not with y/n anymore. Minho forced a smile, trying to fight through it. “Good question, Jinnie. Maybe the amount of sex is too low compared to my amount of stress. Let me check that.” Minho stuck out his tongue as he was leaving, already calling the next hook-up. “How long will you keep this up, hyung?” Hyunjin whispered to himself.

Second month

“Changbin, come one! Just one more drink. Changbinaaah!!” Minho was out with his friend. They found a newly opened bar which was packed hence they were sitting opposite of the cute bartender. Changbin chuckled as he put on his jacket. “I’m gonna go and I advise you to do the same.” He sneakily glanced at the bartender and smirked. “On second thought, maybe stay a little longer, Casanova.”

Minho had no time to mope as a girl was approaching him not seconds after Changbin’s departure.

“Since your friend left, can I fill his seat?” She was gorgeous and straight-forward – characteristics he was wildly attracted to. “Sure”, he nodded in agreement. Minho chatted for a while with her, always under the bartender’s observation.

“Hey by the way, what’s your name?” The girl asked curiously. Minho replied and asked her the same thing. “Oh, nice. My name is y/n.” The drink he was holding fell out of his hand. The bartender handed him a cloth to wipe his drink with and watched them cautiously. “Say that again?” The girl looked bewildered, not understanding what he was on about. “I said my name is y/n.” No fucking way.

Minho got up and left the bar. He didn’t want to go home, so he stayed at the back of the venue smoking and collecting his thoughts. How the hell does she have the same name? Is this some cruel joke from the universe?

“Mind if I join?” Minho turned around and looked into the bartender’s eyes. He shrugged, not really caring at all. “You know, that was some dick move back there. But then again I assume someone named y/n has broken your heart, huh?”

He took a deep breath. “More like I broke hers.” The bartender offered him another cigarette. “Wanna talk about it?”

“… and then I ghosted her. Like a big fucking coward.” Minho looked down, too ashamed of his own actions. “Wait, let me get this straight. You met y/n and developed feelings for her which she clearly reciprocated but you chose to end it with her without saying a word? What, are you dumb or something?” Minho laughed out loud. Yeah, you could say that. “Why did you do it?”

“Isn’t it kind of obvious?”

“Well, it may be obvious to your manic brain but please enlighten me”, she nudged his shoulder playfully. Minho sighed deeply before explaining his twisted logic.

“See, we both met on the premise of not wanting anything serious. I wasn’t ready to be in a relationship, I mean look at me I am still not ready. But then I met her and she was so different from what I expected.”

“Different how?”

Minho thought for a second, wanting to choose the right words to do you justice. “I expected her to be beautiful but she was so much more than that. I could laugh with her until my belly ached. I could talk to her about the most serious things. I could make out with her for hours and I never got bored. She made me see relationships in a whole new light. I used to be superficial, I used to be someone that had no real connections but with her? Total game changer.”

The bartender took another puff of her cigarette. “See, I am still not understanding why you chose to ignore her, then.”

“Because… because I was afraid of her breaking my heart. Honestly, what if my good looks were all I got to offer? If all I’m good for was sex. Then what? She’s going to realize that I can’t be on her level intellectually. Or emotionally. Regardless of her catching feelings or not – she wants to go to Korea for some time. I mean you know what that means? She wants to date and snatch herself some fucking oppa or something. She probably would have left me on her vacation anyway.”

For the next couple of minutes no one said a single thing. Minho grew impatient. “What? Are you not saying anything to this?” The bartender mustered him vividly before answering.

“I kind of get it.” Minho’s eyes grew wide as he had not anticipated understanding. “You do?”

“Yes. Leave before being left. Abandon before being abandoned. Reject before being rejected. But-” He glanced at her suspiciously. “Don’t you think you got it backwards?”

Minho was walking home, kicking stones off the sidewalk as he was contemplating the bartender’s words. Backwards?

“You didn’t want to risk it so you abandoned her. You wanted to protect your heart and called it quits. But you are living that heartbreak right now, aren’t you? The heartbreak was guaranteed this way. If you had given her a fair chance, you might have never endured it, though.”

I wanted to protect my heart but I broke it myself. And yours, too. God, y/n, I am such a loser.

Third month

“Hey Min, a friend of mine asked me to set her up on a blind date with you. You wanna go?”, Felix asked as Minho and his friends were having dinner. “Nah, I’m good.” Everybody but Minho looked surprised, sharing confused glances with each other. “Did you stop dating or something?”, Chan asked cautiously. “Yeah, I need to figure some things out so I’m celibate at the moment”, Minho explained nonchalantly. “Good for you, hyung.”

She must still be in Korea, right? Damn, when is she coming back? Is she ever coming back? Panic arose in Minho, out picturing the worst scenarios possible. It’s also her birthday in a couple of days. Should I congratulate her? Would she want me to? She probably hates me. I wouldn’t blame her, honestly. Minho’s phone rang, teleporting him back to reality. Oh, look at that. The bartender.

// “Isn’t it crazy how comfortable I feel sharing with you? I’ve known you for a couple of weeks but I feel like you became my therapist”, Minho laughed.

“Sometimes it’s easier to talk so strangers. That’s not a bad thing, Min. Have you decided yet?” Minho sighed, annoyed at himself.

“No. What if I message her and she ignores me? Or gets upset because of me? Or cusses me out? I don’t know what to do.”

“Want to know what I think?”

“Yes, please.” She took another sip of her coffee before lecturing him. “Last time you took the route of a coward. Now look where that got you. If you want her back – if you are really serious about her – you need to face the consequences of your actions. Don’t be a chicken this time.”

I hate that she’s right. “Stop glaring at me – you know I’m right.”

How should I phrase this? Why am I so nervous?? It’s just a text message, relax Min. You can do it. You can handle whatever she says. If she says anything at all..

He typed in different variations of happy birthday, only to erase all of them. Nothing seemed right and the uneasiness in his heart grew by the minute. If I keep this up I won’t be finished by the end of her birthday, fuck. Minho decided to keep it simple. He took a deep breath before sending the message. Okay, now I got to wait. She is probably busy on her vacation right now, so let’s not jump to conclusions. I just-

His phone vibrated. He felt his heart beat out of his chest as he realized that it was a message from you. Y/N, it’s you.

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twistedroseytoesy · 1 year

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Hi!

I'd like to be called 🍬 anon!

Could I request Savanaclaw with a quokka reader?

These little guys are the cutest things ever!

Oh, oh my gosh those little fellas! The happiest little creatures with award winning smiles! I absolutely would love to do this 🍬 anon!

Also image of an adorable little fella just under the cut

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you and your family happily lived on an island near the Sunset Savanna but technically outside of its rulings. you and the other Quokka beast folk lived happy lives, trading and bartering goods and trading goods with the mainland but not really needing a lot of money. Everyone gets along and everyone on the small island works together to make sure everyone else is safe and happy. You and your family were rather small but you never minded and always loved taller company. You have cute small little ears in your messy brown hair, with cute brown eyes and a continuous smile. you are about 4 feet tall, with dark skin and a short little tail. the tips of your hands and feet were slightly darker than the rest of your body and you had small little claws.

Savanaclaw

Leona: Tch, think those cute looks are going to get you pity from him your right wrong. He tries to ignore you a lot, but can't help but poke some fun at you since your reactions are just so cute. Though if anyone messes with you when he's nearby be prepared to be taken to be his nap buddy, his tail swishing angrily at someone messing with what he's now claimed. you were picked on a lot at the beginning but luckily after his overblot, Leona stepped up his leadership a bit and made sure to tell the other savanaclaw members t knock it off. he also never made you do spell drive practice, "you're too small to be any help" he would tell you. but for 1 he wants to show off to you on the sidelines, and 2 he knows how dangerous spelldrive can be and he would actually feel BAD if you got hurt. If you somehow become friends with him expect to be his nap buddy often, calls you his cute little plush. but only in private, Ruggie likes to chuckle at you two. Leona may never say it out loud but if you are observant you can tell he thinks you're cute, and he wants to protect you. will wake up only for you, also falls for your puppy eyes so bad don't tell anyone.

Ruggie: shihhihi well aren't you the cutest little thing? careful since a lot of beasts around would love to take a bite outa you. takes you under his wing, for a price of course. but honestly, you remind him of the kids from his village he would take care of. gets you to help him with some stealing, you distract them with your cuteness and he gets the goods. Eventually, he starts to share his food with you and protect you with no repayment required. Of course, from him, you learn a lot of good scavenging habits and self-defense. He honestly is so proud of you when you take down a bigger guy or weaponize your cuteness like how he taught you. He also uses you to get Leona out of bed. even Leona isn't immune to your little begging eyes! shihihihi. will feel betrayed if you turn those adorable eyes on him but he also can't say no to you...

Jack: Immediately was reminded of his younger siblings back at home and became unbelievably protective of you. Tsundere wolf style. he tries to stay near you and will fight anyone who tries to take advantage of you and your cuteness. He does smirk when you weaponize your cuteness, he will introduce you to epel also because you two are pretty similar. can't say no to you. Would rather die than admit it though. He tries to train you to be able to defend yourself if and when anyone tries to mess with you. his tail wags a lot when you're being really cute and you love and help him with his little cacti collection. He's proud of any accomplishments you do and likes to have you on his shoulders, it makes you smile so much and he can't help but smile too.

#🍬 anon #my writing #my stuff #savanaclaw #leona x reader #ruggie x reader #jack x reader #ruggie #jack #leona #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #twst x reader #twisted wonderland mc #twisted wonderland headcanon #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst

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sharkfinn · 4 months

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Hey, you said that you came up with the Little Brother au before you started Tumblr, right?

So, since I haven't been following you for that long, or at least, I think so, what was your inspiration for making this au? When did you exactly come up with the idea? Do you have any original title names?

Also, a silly question: What are all the fandoms you are currently in? Just in case your pinned post is outdated :]

oh man. hmm

i got into tmnt 4th april 2021, because i wanted to rewatch 2012, only remembered some of it from when i was little, then deciding yup i want to look at everything tmnt. then i got hyperfixated

he started out as a really ambiguous any iteration oc, around the time i was reading the northampton arc of idw, (late juneish 2021?) was when i first drew him, all it was was just hehe silly green masked ninja turtle in sophie campbells idw artstyle

(i love sophie campbells art its so good)

then i drew him in the 2012 series, and he became more of his own character. in my old idea for 2012 he was significantly moody and overconfident, had his own abandoned area in the subway tunnels for spraypainting, was good buddies with raph but really didnt like leo at all. also had a scar on his shell, for some reason?? i wont say why but he can super easily be slapped into another iteration and i love that

it was only when i watched rise and tried to imagine him in their universe too that i went hold on- we got a whole potential story here. little brother was a placeholder title really, but i couldnt think of anything better soo. little brother.

the vine flesh concept was an absolutely random idea at first that was way too cool to drop.

i did have this whole really cool arc planned where eventually draxum did get tricked into allying with the foot, theyd protect five whod help fight the mad dogs for the kuroi yoroi shards, ("looking for this?") and hed also be able to sabotage the armour in some way.

but. i couldnt have this in because 1. distract way too much from the story i want to tell. 2. having shredder appear in the comic would ask for an entire shredder arc and respectfully no thanks lol.

just imagine five is in s2 trust me hes there hes awesome (oh and you know how in canon, shredder needed to take power from draxum, and it looked like he took the vines power from him? uhuh. and you know how five also has it? but instead its the only thing keeping him stuck together? uhuh. anyways!)

ohh!! cool oc trivia- his weapon was kinda undecided between tonfa (before i watched rise) or two scythes i referenced it in page 20 :D !!

his weapon would still be scythes i think, if he wasnt using the vines as his weapon

and no i try to keep my master post updated all the time, theres HEAPS more stuff i like, just complicated to think what to put on there? for example i looove how to train your dragon, but havent seen much of it past rewatching the 3 movies, thats nothing compared to rewatching all of adventure time 5 times. i dunno!

the way my interests work is that theres a selection of 1-3 that my brain focuses on, but it doesnt make any of the others less or i stopped liking them at all or anything. i have so many interests help me

right NOW im really hyperfixated on danny phantom and tf2!!

#little brother au #sharkfinnasks #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt oc

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madmachaca · 10 months

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More Lyla and Camera 9 short fanfiction?

Why not? I am inspired these days, it seems

I got a lot of ideas, so I will be posting them in parts (I will stop each part whenever I think it is getting too long)

These here take place before my last short fanfiction that is here.

And part two is right here

Feel free to read:

She had accepted his invitation, but not because she wanted a hot drink to warm up. She didn't need anything of the sort. She accepted, particially, because she actually likes him.

The other reason was because she wanted to know if she could trust him. When she had the negatives on her hands and saw the note he had placed with them, she realized she had been distracted by how well he kept a low profile. She had nothing on him.

She didn't know where he lived, she didn't know how old he was... she didn't even know his name. And she was intrigued.

"Your hot cocoa is getting cold" he said in between sips. She rested her head on her hands and looked at him inquisitily

"Thanks for the photos, and the negatives. You didn't have to do that"

"I know," he said, taking the envelope she had just place on the table for dramatic effect and took out the photos to see them again. "I like this one"

Lyla got close to see it. It was the picture of her, talking to other time police agents. PK was there, too

"It...it does have a nice composition" she pointed out, avoiding what was actually on it. "You can tell it was raining, but it doesn't distract you from... it must be a difficult picture to accomplish"

"Oh well, I have my trick here and there. Things I learned over the years" and he sip on his hot cocoa again "this is good, specially while hot"

"What do you want, nine?" She asked abruptly. Maybe it was time to stop being so kind. She did know if he was potentially dangerous

"Whatever you are doing, it's not my business, Miss Lay. For all I know, you could be trying to get insights from informants, I can understand that. Sometimes, as a journalist, you need to get acquainted with all kinds of people"

Lyla relaxed a little, but the questions were still running in her head

"Something tells me you are not a simple camera, man," she said lightly with a smile, and he smiled back

"I was curious once, but not anymore"

Again, with the cryptic phrase. She hated when people alienated him at work, but even she had to admit he was an odd one. They, then, remain in silence. He, sipping on his cocoa, looking pit the window, and her looking at him with growing curiosity

"What's your name, Nine?"

"....that's not important now"

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"Ok, let's go!" He said as soon as he jumped into the vehicle, adrenaline still rushing through his veins. Lyla, at the urgency on his voice, drove fast to get them out of there as soon as possible. Things had gotten progressively weirder since hot cocoa buddy date, as she called it

"We got a good one!" He said once they were far enough, "and I got it all recorded!"

"You checked?"

"I always do"

"As expected from you"

She glanced over him every now and then. He was clicking buttons on his gear, rewinding and pausing, checking things were all right

"Nine, when you told me to wait for you after our scoop ended, I wasn't expecting... whatever that was"

"Oh, I stumped upon incriminatory information. Don't worry about it for now"

But she did. She wanted to ask, she wanted an explanation. Going off track, getting into potential danger, risking the scoop... he couldn't help but wonder if he did stuff like that often. What else was he doing that he was telling no one about?

But she couldn't complain. How many times had she disappeared in the middle of things, and he had covered up for her without asking? Asking him would come across as hypocritical since she was about to ditch him without explanation to work on her own mission.

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"And why would I buy such hideous jacket from you, Mike?" Said Angus in a mocking fashion.

"Come on, Angus! It's a nice jacket"

"It's uglier than yourself"

Mike knew he was going no where with him, so he looked for his next potential client

"Lyla!" He called her as he saw her. "Surely a beauty like you would look fantastic on this"

"Can it, Mike, not even her can pull that monstrosity off"

"Oh, I would love to try it on" she replied politely, "but I have so many jackets now I can't afford to get another...I am actually thinking of donating some"

"Donating it sounds like a good idea, Mike. You can give it to camera 9, he never wears any but the uniform. Likely, he has no other clothes"

"But I do" said the cameraman who had been listening quietly to this sad attempt of a sale

"Well, would you take it, anyways?" Asked Mike, trying to sound sympathetic

"No, thank you," he answered. " The color clashes with my eyes"

This is when Lyla realized that aside his age and his name, she didn't know the color of his eyes

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She was so distracted by the collapsing structure that she didn't see that someone was running towards her, the attacked sent them both directly to the ground and avoided the big rock that was about to crush her.

She immediately put distance between herself and the duck on the floor. He stood up calmy and looked around

"So weird debris was just ... lose"

"Who are you? Are you with the organization?" She asked, pointing her weapon at him. The guy dusted off his long trench coat and checked a camera that was hanging from his neck, not a scrash on it, fortunately. On his head, an old school hat shadowed his face, making it difficult to see him

"Are you with the organization?" She repeated energetically

"Relax," he said, raising his hand in surrender "the rock was about to crush you, and I moved you out of the way, that's all"

His voice was familiar, but she wasn't going to let that distract her! She couldn't let her guard down, not when in the middle of a mission with PK

"Why were you nearby? Have you been following"

He smiled, barely, not big and brightly, but enough for her to notice

"Would you believe me if I tell you I was minding my business and it was a coincidence?"

"No, that's the worst excuse I have ever heard"

"That's fair"

She looked at him closely, trying to figure out why he felt so... familiar...

"Let me guess," she asked with irony on her voice "you saw people running into an abandoned warehouse and got curious"

"Lyla," he called her, and she tensed immediately at her name being spoken. "I've told you before: I was curious once, but not anymore"

She lowered her weapon slowly as realization hit her. She wanted to ask him something, but for a moment, couldn't decide on what

"Nin..."

The sound of struggle and fight could be heard on the distance. Lyla knew PK needed her help! 'The mission comes first,' she told herself and ran towards action

"The name is Stefan Vladuck, by the way"

She stopped briefly on her tracks. Shook her head and continued running to where PK was.

All it took was to hold him at gun point, huh?

End of part one

I am having so much fun writing this.

#paperinik new adventures #pkna #lyla lay #camera 9 #stefan vladuck #duckverse fanfiction #pkna fanfiction #duck avenger

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sortofanobsession · 18 days

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One More Diaz (911 Buddie A/B/Ω AU WIP) Part 2

Author Note: Part 2 of Probably 3. Unbeta'd and posted on mobile so there might be issues that need to be corrected. Bonding bite time!

Minors do not interact. I write mature themes.

Content warning: Male Alpha/ Male Omega pairing, mpreg, angst, vomiting, morning sickness, injury, biting, fear, anxiety

Alpha Buck/Omega Eddie

Part 1

Eddie had started to think that everything would be manageable. Eddie’s doctor had given him an all-clear for the restricted work load. Buck had been there for the ultrasound and even if the pup was too small to be recognizable, it was still there. It was clear in black and white. That was their pup. And Buck had stuck a copy of it on the firehouse fridge. And no one complained. Someone even stuck a little magnet with a fire hat sticker on the tiny blob of a developing pup and the omega couldn't help but laugh.

He and Buck could handle everything. The first shift they had a problem was three weeks after everyone found out.

A call to a warehouse fire went to shit when the poorly maintained floor of the second level gave out and when Bobby had called out for everyone to check in Eddie thought he might pass out when Buck had been slow to report back. The omega had to step away from the poor guy suffering from smoke inhalation and minor burns for a moment. He had to try and reign in his reaction. Once he was sure he wouldn't burst into tears and be a distraction he returned. Hen gave him a reassuring look without saying anything else. And the omega was grateful to have her there. When the job was done and they were back at the firehouse, Buck hadn't even hung up his gear before Eddie was in his space. And the alpha didn't mind. He didn't blame the omega. Eddie had barely gotten to see his alpha before the ambulance was heading off to the hospital.

“Didn't mean to scare you, Eds,” the alpha says as he hugs his omega back. “I'm good. My mask got messed up and I had to fix it before I could report in.” Eddie's grip tightens. “You know the drill.” He feels Eddie's nod more than he sees it with how the omega’s face is tucked against his throat. The alpha wonders how he can stand having his face in the sweaty firefighter’s neck. “Eddie,” Buck starts when he feels how shaky the omega is. The alpha looks over at the rest of the team. Bobby gives the younger alpha a small smile as he approaches.

“It's okay, take a minute,” Bobby says.

Buck guides Eddie to sit on the edge of the truck and the alpha is worried at how quiet the omega is. The alpha makes quick work of his gear.

“I’ll handle it, you go,” the captain assures him.

“Thanks, Bobby,” Buck says. He goes over and after assuring Eddie that he's okay again. He leads the omega to a quiet corner of the loft.

Eddie seemed more himself by the next call.

By the end of the shift, the alpha can tell that the omega is exhausted. They don’t need a bond for the alpha to know that. He just needed eyes. He has an idea he wants to discuss with Eddie, but he can tell now isn't the time. Most of the next day is spent with Eddie snuggling on the couch with Christopher when he is home. And the alpha is so proud of the boy. Christopher had become increasingly independent as he got older but he must have been able to tell his dad needed the attention. And he seemed more than happy to indulge his dad. So it had been a quiet day for the most part.

“Would it make you feel better if we were bonded?” Buck asks after Christopher has gone to bed. That had the omega stopping short as he got ready for bed. Eddie looked back at the alpha.

“Seriously?” The omega stares at him.

“Okay, I'm going to be honest right now and admit that I have no idea what you are thinking right now,” Buck admits.

“Right,” Eddie says before disappearing into the bathroom and leaving the alpha to wonder if he really truly messed up. The alpha has to squash the urge to either follow Eddie or to try and explain himself through the door. He didn't want to wake Christopher that was for sure. He changes into his sleep pants and tosses his shirt into the hamper before sitting on the edge of the bed to wait for Eddie. He wasn't going to just ignore what he'd asked. He was caught off guard when he had expected to have to argue his point but instead, he ended up with the omega in his lap and eager lips on his. And it escalates from there.

“This weekend,” Eddie says.

“What?” Buck asks, his brain still recovering from the omega pretty much jumping his bones. Not that he had any complaints. A pregnant omega could be almost as insatiable as one in heat. The only difference is that it wasn't out of a drive for procreation. It was out of a want to connect with their partner, their mate, to strengthen a bond.

“Chris has a birthday sleepover for a classmate,” the omega explains. “Unless you changed your mind...”

And the alpha realizes that Eddie was answering his question from earlier. Buck wraps his arms around Eddie and pulls him close. He nudges the omega with his nose. And kisses his temple.

“I’ve been wanting to make you my mate since I met you,” Buck assures him.

“You hated me, when you met me,” Eddie huffs.

“Because you were fucking built and you fit so well on the team it was overwhelming. I mean, I thought you were an alpha and that was confusing as hell. I'd never been into that.”

Eddie laughs. “Good thing I wasn't one.”

“I'd have been all for whatever you were,” the alpha admits and that warms something deep in the omega. “You’re it for me.”

And that brings tears to Eddie's eyes. He almost told Buck to just bite him now if Buck wanted.

“Buck,” he starts, his emotions flooding his voice. “Alpha.” He props himself up so he can actually see Buck. “I want nothing more than to be mated to such a beautiful and loving alpha. You are my alpha. My-” his voice fails so he makes his point by moving the alpha’s hand to his stomach. The alpha catches on as he rubs the omega's warm skin.

“This weekend,” Buck agrees before pulling the omega in for a kiss.

The next few days seem to drag on. Christopher even got annoyed at how antsy the pair were. But every time he pointed it out, they told him they were just excited to have a full weekend off. Christopher didn't really dig deeper. He had plans of his own that he needed their help with. Eddie had taken him to pick a gift for his friend. Buck had happily helped him wrap it. And Buck had been asked to be the one to drive him. And despite the omega internally pouting because his boy didn't pick him. He loved how much Christopher loved his Buck. Buck was his favorite person more often than not. And Buck adored Christopher. The alpha treated the boy as his own. The omega hoped that never changed. Knowing Buck, it wouldn't. He had more than enough heart to share. Buck would be there for Christopher until Christopher decided otherwise. And the omega doubted that would ever happen. Christopher was more than happy to have another dad, though Buck had been his favorite almost immediately after meeting him. Eddie would love for the two to never change. But things were already changing, in a good way. He just hoped Christopher would be happy that they would be even closer as a family soon.

Eddie was eagerly waiting for Buck. The omega had triple-checked that Christopher had everything he could possibly need for the night. The young teen didn't put up much of a fight when his omega dad insisted on a hug before he left.

The scent that hit Buck as he made his way into the home was nearly intoxicating. The alpha had never felt happier to be home. Buck pulls Eddie to him as soon as the front door is closed and locked. No one would be bothering them for the next 12 hours or so. Buck had let his sister know what was up, which meant Chimney knew, and if he knew, so did Hen. Which meant Athena knew. Buck knew Athena knew. He didn't even have to tell her when he'd dropped by to bring some paperwork to Bobby. With a knowing look and wink, she'd told Buck to have a nice night and they'd see him at family dinner on Sunday. So they doubted either of them would hear from Bobby either. Everyone was just happy their oblivious idiots were finally getting it over with. They all knew this was coming, and even had a betting pool. The betting pool was taken by Hen who had been the only one to figure it was a pup that tipped the scales.

But any annoyance they had at their friend's betting on their love life was forgotten when Eddie melted into Buck's embrace.

“You ready? You sure-” the alpha starts to ask if Eddie is sure this is what he wants. His words dissolve into an amused laugh when Eddie shoves the alpha against the wall.

“Don't ask stupid questions,” the male omega insists. “Have been since you put the idea out there last week. Now, shut up and-” His words fail him this time as Buck changes their position. The omega now pinned to the wall. The alpha playful nips at the omega's bottom lip which falls open with a moan as he grinds against him. But the alpha isn't going to let this continue in the hall, not like this. This was Eddie, his pregnant mate, almost. He deserved better.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Buck grinned. That earned him an annoyed grunt and slight shovstir-crazy omega. The alpha couldn't help but laugh again before pulling the omega along with him down the hall to their bedroom.

The alpha slowly kissed along the omega's jaw. The hyper-aware omega wants to be annoyed at his partner’s slow teasing, but again, his body betrays him as a shiver runs through him. A moan falls from his lips as the alpha moves along his neck. So near the alpha's destination. A whine escapes Eddie as the alpha pulls away to get a good look at his omega.

“Tease,” Eddie glares, but the action was half-hearted and Buck could tell. Eddie was well on his way to wrecked and they had barely started.

“Couldn't resist, you always look so-”

The alpha is cut off by a growl from the male omega. Eddie grinds back against him.

Buck lets out a breathless chuckle but leans back in. “Since you asked so nicely,” the alpha says before kissing his neck. With no further preamble, the alpha sinks his teeth into the omega’s skin. Claiming the omega as his mate.

Eddie nearly blacks out the overwhelming feeling of a bond forming is almost too much for the hypersensitive omega. But it felt wonderful. He felt breathless and lightheaded.

“You still with me?” Buck asks.

“Mmhmm,” Eddie nods as his brain seems to catch up with everything he feels.

“You sure?” Gentle hands shift them until Buck can get a good look at Eddie's face. The alpha’s worry eases when a callused hand grips the side of his neck.

“I'm good,” the omega smiles. Before Buck can question further Eddie pulls him into a kiss. It's unlike any kiss they'd had. They get lost in relearning each other in the warmth of a bond. Bonded mates.

They try not to let their bond interfere as they work. Shared shifts haven't changed much other than having the constant awareness the other one is near without even having to look. It's reassuring, especially for Eddie. It helps quell the uneasy feeling of watching his mate run headlong into danger without the omega there to have his back. Assurance that he would know if something happened, even from the outside.

Separate shifts had the same assurance but with an added longing for their mate being too far away. The pregnancy hormones didn't help but Eddie would endure it. Buck shouldn’t have been surprised how even he felt it. Then again, Buck always missed Eddie when he wasn’t around. It’s part of why he had worked so hard to get back after every injury and setback. It felt like they had something to prove again. Only this time it wasn’t an injury. It was more than that. They had to prove they could manage being a bonded pair and still do their jobs. On the same shift or not.

Eddie complains when he has to have his uniform replaced because his usual set no longer fits. Everyone keeps telling him it’s only the start, but it’ll be worth it. Buck is helpful at times like that. Eager to remind his mate how much the alpha likes his new look.

The sonogram on the fridge gets updated every few weeks. Things went well until Eddie was about 24 weeks along. They get called out to a car accident. And the omega gets an uneasy feeling about it. At first, he thinks it's probably because it reminds him of Shannon. But lots of things still make him think of Shannon, especially when he looks at Christopher. Or checks in with his former in-laws. But he just had a bad feeling. Buck must feel it through the bond because the alpha is on edge. It has Buck being extra vigilant. But no amount of vigilance could prevent what happened from happening. A driver that had either been frustrated by the delay caused by the accident or had been too distracted to even notice it clipped the front of the ambulance. Thankfully no one was in the rig but the collision ended up connecting with the stretcher that the pair of paramedics had been waiting with. Hen and Eddie scrambled to get out of the way, and both did for the most part. Bobby was immediately calling for backup and PD assistance to help re-secure the scene. Buck and Chimney rushed over to check on them.

“Eddie!” The alpha drops down to his knees next to where his mate had ended up. The alpha wants to touch but he has no idea where. The last thing he wants to do is make anything worse. So he asks, “Look at me.” Eddie's eyes meet his. “What hurts?”

The omega would normally brush it off and tell the other man to do his job. But they were right on the edge of that 24-week viability mark. And that had Eddie trying to figure out what exactly he might have injured. A lot of his body was often sore from pregnancy as is. His shoulder hurts. That was probably from taking the brunt of the fall. The shoulder having more recently taken a bullet didn't help but that was pain he could live with if needed to. “Shoulder doesn't feel great,” he states. Buck shifts to let him lean against him instead of the omega’s shaking arms, bracing his back as best he can without aggravating the shoulder.

“Anything else?” The alpha asks.

“I don't think so, but that might just be adrenaline,” he says honestly.

“Think you can get up?” Buck asks.

Eddie realizes that he is sort of in the middle of the road which is definitely not a good place to be with what just happened. “Yeah, probably a good call.” He doesn't bother trying to hide the pain in his shoulder as the alpha helps him up. Buck would feel it through the bond even if he did. So why waste the effort?

By then the other crews were starting to arrive. Both cars' occupants are now managed by other crews and PD. And their ambulance is set to be towed. The team loaded into the truck and headed to the hospital. Bobby wasn't taking any chances and no one argued. Eddie's good shoulder leans against Buck in the truck. The ache in his shoulder grew with each bump in the road. He tries to focus on anything but the pain. But one bump has him gasping and tears in his eyes. He hadn't felt the pup move since everything went to shit. But the little one must have not been a fan of Chim’s driving because the unborn pup was moving now.

“What’s wrong?” Buck asks. The alpha's hands move to try and help but Eddie takes his mate's hand and places it over the spot where he is pretty sure a tiny foot keeps kicking. The alpha is quick to pull off his gloves and has tears in his own eyes. It was a good sign the pup was okay. He doesn't move his hand the rest of the ride. A feeling of relief floods the bond enough to nearly choke the omega, but he gets it. That's why he reacted the way he did. It meant he hadn't lost their pup.

The ER doctor confirmed that apart from some nasty bruising along Eddie's arm and shoulder both he and the pup seemed fine. It would be a painful couple of weeks while he healed without any painkillers stronger than a couple of Tylenol. But he'd manage, considering he was told in no uncertain terms by Bobby that he didn't want to see him at work for at least 2 weeks. And insisted Buck take a few days just in case. Eddie had tried to argue that it left them too short staffed but Bobby had just pointed out that the rig was out of commission, so a few days wouldn't hurt.

Buck was hyper-vigilant once they got home. Eddie waved him off insisting he could manage getting to the room on his own. Leaving the alpha to explain why they were home early to Carla, and more importantly, Christopher. Which meant as soon as Christopher knew he was off down the hall after his dad. Carla had demanded more details and stole the after-visit instructions. Buck hadn't argued. After Carla added a few notes, on looking after not just any injured pregnant omega, but this particularly stubborn one, she told the alpha to call if he needed to and headed out.

The alpha feels some of the anxiety and finally heads to check on the pair.

“I promise it's okay, bud,” he hears his mate say. “It's bruised, but not broken. We’re okay.”

The alpha wasn't sure what the younger Diaz replied because the sound of the bedroom TV drowns it out. Guess that meant neither would be leaving there for a while. And that was perfectly fine with Buck. His two favorite people, technically three, in one spot. Safe and sound. Buck would make sure of it.

The alpha smiled as he looked through the open door. His inner alpha finally relaxed knowing his pack was okay. Eddie had managed to settle in his favorite spot in his pillowed nest. Christopher nestled in on his good side, now watching some cartoon, unbothered by the fact his omega father had scented him. Buck would have to be the one to extricate everyone, but the alpha didn't mind. If that is where his mate wanted to be, that was fine with him.

“You just going to stand there or what?” Eddie asks.

“You two look cozy,” Buck says as he nears them.

“I didn't even know we had this many pillows,” Christopher says. Eddie tries hard not to laugh and mostly succeeds. He manages to not jostle his arm too much in the process.

“We do have a lot,” the alpha grins.

“Are you mocking my nest? That's not very nice,” Eddie gives an exaggerated pout. “It's a normal omega thing. It-”

“It's very, you,” Buck says as he carefully makes his way in, trying not to aggravate his mate’s injuries. He ignores the eye roll from his omega at being treated so gingerly. But no one complained.

“It's a good nest,” Christopher assures his dad.

Eddie settles back against a pillow that had moved in with Buck. It may have been Buck’s for a long time but the alpha didn't mind losing his favorite pillow if his mate was happy. They settled in watching some random show Christopher had found. The soft and warm nest has the injured and exhausted omega asleep before the episode's credits.

Eddie found it amusing that between Buck and Christopher, the omega was pretty much on bed rest for over a week. It was enough to drive the usually active dad stir-crazy. The first few days had been fine. He was tired and sore. He didn't want to move. He just wanted to sleep. His mate had made sure he was as comfortable as an injured and pregnant omega could be. Christopher had volunteered for his fair share of cuddles. To which the omega was grateful for.

Carla was there when Buck had to go back to work. As much as he hated shifts when Eddie wasn't there, it was going to happen.

They are a bit more cautious as the days tick by. One quiet day off a few weeks later Eddie is relaxing on the couch while Christopher watches TV. The omega smiles when he feels a now familiar, but still amazingly reassuring, feeling of the pup moving around. He gets an idea.

“Chris, come here,” Eddie says with a grin.

Christopher eyes his dad skeptically but the boy can tell his dad seems happy.

“What?” Christopher asks with amusement.

“Give me your hand,” the omega says.

“You're weird,” Christopher says but does as his dad asks. Buck, hearing the odd conversation and the TV no longer playing, becomes curious. The alpha made his way to the living room where the two had been while he made lunch. The comfort and love flowing through the bond is unbelievably comforting. Pairing that feeling with the sight before him is nearly overwhelming in the best way possible.

Eddie grins as he guides his son’s hand to his stomach. And both Eddie and Buck can tell the moment Christopher feels it. All the weirdness from doing what his dad asked vanished. His eyes go wide in awe.

“Feel that?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Christopher says.

“You know what that is, right?” Buck asks as he joins them. Eddie chuckles at the eye roll from the young teen.

“It's the pup,” Christopher says.

“Crazy, right?” Buck says, ignoring the sassy nature of Christopher's actions. “That's your little brother or sister.”

Eddie hadn't taken his eyes off his son. It was sweet how even after the omega let go of Christopher's hand the boy hadn't moved much. He was still tucked beside his dad on the couch, his hand getting kicked by his unborn sibling.

“That's good, right?” Christopher asks.

“Yeah, means the little pup is moving which means they are healthy,” Eddie assures him.

“Probably happy too,” the alpha adds.

“That's good,” Christopher says as he finally pulls back and settles in beside his dad. And Eddie feels like he could cry with how happy he is. Christopher wasn't the most cuddly now that he was getting older. Eddie wonders if it's because he's learned in school about the secondary genders. He knew his dad was an omega. And omegas tend to be more tactile. It also might be that Christopher has always been a sweet boy, especially when it came to his dad, even Buck. Either way, Eddie is proud of his son. He was going to be a good big brother. He already was so gentle with his little cousins, especially Jee-Yun. Eddie couldn't wait to see Christopher with his little sibling.

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bukkakegate · 1 year

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VANNI’S PALDEAN ADVENTURE: CONCLUSION 💖

After many months of toil (and procrastinating and distractions) I’ve made it through the main story of Pokemon Violet and I wanna show how my babies have grown. (long post warning sorry)

Here’s Isla Dawn, my sort of wild card spot. I picked her up pretty late in my journey which is why she has the 6th spot. She was my compromise of between something defensive and something I thought was cute… and honestly she struggled and still does now in post game. Most she does is set up a screen then get two shot by super effective moves. But she’s pretty and took me a week to get.

ScalieArthur (Arthur for short) is my baby, hatched from an egg. Raising him from lvl 1 while also trying to EV train him in HP (because I was desperate for some bulk on anyone) was genuinely worth it, but changing his terra type to normal was not. Genuinely don’t remember my reasoning, I just like the big ass gem head. But he was a late game powerhouse I really liked using (mainly from the ice typing)

Miss Roberta, one of many name changes. And a special place in my heart as my first shiny in Violet. She never disappointed me in battle, but of all of my team, I gave her the least amount of battle time out of fear she would just get bulldozed.. but she never actually did. Every battle she came out, she dominated. Didn’t give her enough credit, really.

Jellyway… an interesting case. Youll see the OT is Jeff. Jellyway was a surprise gift from my boyfriend, but came at a sad time when I had already had a Clodsire leveled up pretty high (Puddingway, for those who remember.) Jellyway was always the highest leveled on the team and was definitely one of the more frequently used on the team (Ground types are just sadly very useful despite me not liking them much.) But Jellyway was a pleasure to have and you cannot go wrong with toxic spikes!

My sleepy buddy Ardbert, I would die for him. I put in so much work making his terratype fairy and all that work just made me love him even more. I really got in my head when I would terraform him like “oh my opponent definitely thinks this is just a fire tera… but they’re WRONG!” It was also a makeshift way to get a fairy type because theyre just so good, ugh.

And finally, we have the star- Sylvando! Another victim of a name change (once named Riqardo, Sylvando was just way better with how much I like DQXI) he still was my true powerhouse. But unlike Roberta, I put Sylvando through the ringer and he paid the price. He was absolutely the team member who got taken down the most. But he was also the one who dominated the hardest. He was the one who took down Nemona all those times, defeated Geeta's ace, and finished off the true final boss- all in one fell swoop. But he was defeated by Clavell's Meowscarada and Arven's Mabosstiff. Using Sylvando was like a dance, when things go right and all we hit all our moves, it feels like the best feeling in the world, but even one misstep can send us tumbling off the stage like fools.

can't wait to see what's in store for me and my babies in the post game and DLC! And what new friends we'll make along the way.

#pokemon sv #pokemon violet #quaquavel #clodsire #espathra #arcanine #jumpluff #baxcalibur #vanni's paldean adventure #long post #gaymer

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spiders-hth-is-an-outlier · 1 year

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I started watching Merlin again a few months back because my favorite podcasters were doing it after reaching the end of their Supernatural podcast, so for a while now I've been loping through at a civilized pace, watching 1 episode per week in advance of the podcast, and I was just about in the middle of season 3 -- coincidentally around the exact point I got distracted and lost interested in it the first time I watched -- when Netflix informed me they're yanking the show next week for inscrutable Netflix reasons. So this week I've bailed through the whole back half of the show so I wouldn't have to figure out how to download it or whatever, and man, you guys. It got weirdly dark in the last two seasons! Like there's a whole episode about the bewitched knights wandering lost in a hellish wasteland while failing to rescue Guinevere from being tortured and brainwashed and I'm like -- this is the same show that features other hit plotlines such as "Anthony Head is tricked into marrying a troll who farts constantly" right? It took a turn, is what I'm saying.

Anyway, I basically enjoyed it, in that it's (for once in my life!) written to provide basically consistent and sensible payoffs for the conflicts it establishes and also Colin Morgan is just a really likeable and compelling performer, but like -- I do think it's ultimately a more or less fatal flaw to the show that Arthur kind of -- sucks. He really is kind of a garbage dude, and initially you're kind of like, oh okay, he's youthful and reckless and spoiled, but the show is going to be about how he matures into the Great King of Prophecy, and I appreciate that the key to that is going to be the way he comes to realize that the Common Folk in his life, both Gwen and Merlin, are the best people around him. And kiiiind of? I mean, he does improve marginally, but oh my God he really just is largely a dipshit right to the end, isn't he? Like very late in the game, well into the Full Flowering of Camelot, the conflicts are still along the lines of "Arthur is fully going to execute someone for trumped-up reasons and Merlin has to gingerly plant the idea of maybe not doing that in his head because god knows he'll be having none of it if you try to be direct about the gruesome mistake he's making." And the man's daddy issues, Jesus Christ! I love a good fictional daddy issue, but there's a line, and the line is that if the ghost of your asshole of a dead father half-murders your wife because he thinks you could do better, you're allowed to speak sternly to him! Very sternly! But no, Arthur's like, Dad, I have to ask you to leave now please, because I'm an adult now and you are dead. Buddy! Buddy!!! He clocked your wife unconscious and tried to set her on fire, we passed I Need You to Go Now *several* exits back!

Anyway, it's stuff like that. He's a better king than Uther was, but the bar is in hell, and judged on his own merits, Arthur is -- kind of a petty curmudgeon, and not entirely not a tyrant, and he never *did* fully get around to that restoring magic business that was supposedly the point of the whole show. Which in and of itself is okay and kind of interesting -- it was almost a bold statement about the inherent moral vacuity of dynastic monarchies, like actually if you raise a person to believe the right of rulership is in him by blood, the very *best* you're going to get is a guy who's okay sometimes, unless he doesn't feel like it, in which case you're fucked until you can figure out some way to work him around. Which is basically what Arthur was, as a king. It's like Junior Varsity Game of Thrones. It's not bad.

But they so clearly wanted you, the audience, to go all in on Merlin's fear and sadness as Camlann and Mordred and the fall of Camelot looms, and Morgan's acting his ass off and I would like to play along and grieve the tragic loss of Arthur Pendragon and the end of a golden age, except Arthur's really just a dudebro with the bare minimum that qualifies as a conscience and actually the whole last two seasons were shot more like a gothic horror than a golden age, and I don't think I found it as reassuring as I'm supposed to that this guy is coming back at some point. Not to speak for the British, but -- thanks but no thanks, is where I personally stand on that business. Avalon can keep him.

Which -- again, if that's the point, it's a brilliantly sly deconstruction of the mythology of the True King. But it's kind of not framed like that's the point. I actually couldn't tell for sure. All of this sounds like I didn't like the show, but I think I did! It had some genuinely moving elements and decent production values for TV and some good performances and a dragon. I liked the dragon, he's probably my favorite character.

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Can I request number 5. and 8. from the prompt list for Roo please?

BTW saw you're writing for 911 and that you mentioned a crossover potentially. Just know I would definitely be here for that!!😍

I am considering it! I'm just trying to y'know, work the logistics lmaoooo. For example- who is Jake going to hit on this time?? All the options... Joking!

In other news- I wrote only 9-1-1 for like... I would say 18 months? Just under half of my fics on AO3 are for 9-1-1 😂 it's my comfort show alongside Outer Range hahahaha.

I've been in a bit of a slump with my writing lately but I put in my Airpods today and I realised it's because I'm easily distracted by background noise... and now three fics have been churned out in the last twenty minutes 😂

5. "Spoonful of honey" and 8. "Lap/chest pillow".

Get keen!! And Happy Holidays!

I did go a little Hangster here, just to try it out. It was fun! I’d be down to write more I think?

Rooster was half-asleep in the breakfast queue, kind of hoping Hangman would load his plate for him considering he felt like he was going to go down like a sack of spuds. Splat, on the cheap linoleum floor that was never properly cleaned. Truly, he could get sicker from lying on that-

"Roo, you want eggs or are you eating air today?"

Bradley startled, glancing at Jake who sighed and reached for his plate.

"Tell me what you want, I'll get it for you. Go sit down."

Immediately Bradley felt like he was in trouble and tried to take his plate back but Jake was firm.

"Go, it's okay. Wake up a little more, think Javy and Tash already got coffee for us."

Bradley left the line, subtly slipping past everyone else and knowing Jake would get him exactly what he wanted. He might have been an asshole but he knew what Bradley would eat and what he wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. Natasha and Javy were sitting at a table in the middle of the room and Bradley made his way over to them, frowning as he scratched at his nose. He felt like he had to sneeze, but it wasn't coming. Natasha smiled, scooting over on the bench seat to make room for him. Bradley groaned, burying his head in his arms on the table.

“I'm so tired,” he complained. He heard something drag across the table, and then a steaming cup of coffee was pressed into his hand.

“This should help,” Natasha said. Bradley lifted his head enough to thank her but she was already frowning.

“Are you sure you’re just tired?” She asked softly. He shrugged.

“Think so.”

“Hm, alright. Maybe take some Tylenol, you’re flushed like you’ve got a fever.”

“Alright, I come with breakfast and ketchup.”

Jake appeared from the queue, placing Bradley’s plate to the side as well as passing the bottle of ketchup over to Javy.

“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna put that on my eggs.”

“Okay, then I won’t tell you that,” Javy said with a grin at his best friend. Jake rolled his eyes, attention going back to Bradley when he didn’t immediately start eating.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Throat hurts, feel like I can’t swallow.”

Jake, Javy and Natasha all frowned with concern but subtly moved away ever so slightly.

The pain in his throat didn’t go away, despite the way Bradley tried to keep up with his water consumption. Natasha offered to make him tea but when he’d just grimaced she’d rolled her eyes and called him a macho man, but not in the good way- the way that told him he was being an asshole. When he’d tried to apologise for being difficult she was gone, swallowed by the crowd of people around them. That had left him, Jake and Javy, but Javy was called away to an individual assessment after lunch which just left Bradley and Jake. They’d never been best buddies skipping in a field whilst holding hands (that was a scary thought), but Bradley needed him right then and when they had a gap in their schedule he reached for Jake’s shoulder, giving him a gentle tug.

“Can you tell the CO I’m going to the infirmary? I feel like shit, pretty sure I’m gonna lose my voice.”

Jake frowned.

“Yeah, you got it. Text me if you need something.”

“Thanks...”

Bradley separated from him, heading against the grain of the rest of the hallway. Jake watched him until he too was swallowed into the crowd, then headed to class. He had shit to do if he was going to graduate at the top, as he should.

“Bradshaw, what can I do for you?”

“Uh, I don’t think I should be going in the air today. Sir.”

The doctor frowned, reaching the back of his palm up to feel Bradley’s forehead for a fever.

“Well, just by my guess I’d say you have a fever. How long have you been feeling sick?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night but I thought it was just...”

Bradley trailed off and the doctor cleared his throat.

“I read your file, if you’re having trouble sleeping due to nightma-”

“-I’m not. It’s fine.”

The doctor didn’t look entirely convinced but let it be, instead working his fingers down Bradley’s jaw to feel his glands.

“What did your callsign end up being? I heard whispers of Duck or Honk for a little while there.”

“Rooster, sir.”

The doctor smiled, pulling away to scribble some notes and grab a wooden tongue depressor.

“Alright, you know what I’m going to do with this.”

Bradley opened his mouth and waited while the doctor examined his tonsils, eyes darting awkwardly around the room. There was no easy way to get your mouth examined, he’d learned in his years in the Navy. He kind of wished Natasha was with him, he was used to her sitting in the waiting room nearby.

“It looks to me like you’ve got tonsillitis, Bradshaw,” the doctor mused when he was done.

“Tonsillitis? That means...”

“Grounded, kid, at least until the swelling in your throat goes down. I wouldn’t feel good letting you up there while you’re having trouble breathing through your nose. The best thing you could do right now is go back to bed and get some sleep while everyone’s out.”

“Is it contagious?” Bradley whispered.

“Not the tonsillitis itself, but I’d say you’ve had a very mild cold the last couple days. Have you been a little more lethargic than usual, not eating as much?”

“Yeah...”

“Let’s get you some antibiotics. Fair warning; they’re disgusting, but apparently everyone around here takes them with honey which I don’t have a problem with. Honey might soothe your throat a little too. Other than that, bed rest until your fever breaks and your throat doesn’t feel like it’s on fire.”

“Yes sir. Thank you.”

“Not a problem. Keep drinking lots of water, we want to flush out your system.”

The doctor scribbled on a prescription pad, then ripped the sheet off and passed it to Bradley.

“Give this to the pharmacist, then to bed. Clear?”

“Yes sir.”

The medicine was indeed vile, even with the honey. Part of Bradley wondered if he’d throw up just from the taste of the medicine, but when his stomach didn’t give any warning signs he tracked back to the room he shared with Jake and curled up in his bunk on the bottom, grimacing at the way his pillow was lumpy and his mattress like a brick. Jake’s was so much better- not that he’d, y’know, slept on Jake’s bunk. He wasn’t speaking from experience it just looked comfy. Mmhmm.

When he stirred again, it was dark outside despite the window’s blinds being open, and Jake was stripping out of his uniform.

“Hey,” he called over his shoulder, “how are you feeling?”

Bradley paused, considering the question for a moment.

“Not great, everything hurts,” he confessed. Jake frowned.

“Why are you in your bunk? You could have used mine, I don’t mind.”

“It didn’t feel right without you.”

Jake froze, looking at Bradley in the mirror.

“Roos...”

“I didn’t think I was allowed to, I’m on bed rest for at least the next couple days.”

“Alright, then scoot over.”

Bradley scooted back on his bunk to press his back against the wall and Jake climbed in with him, lying on his back and extending an arm out.

“C’mere, sweetheart. Yeah, there ya go. Is that better?” He whispered as Bradley settled on his chest, tense until he melted into Jake’s touch.

“Mmhmm. Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah of course, Roo. I’m sorry you got sick.”

Not even Natasha called him Roo, or Roos. It was only ever Jake.

As Bradley drifted back to sleep, he felt lips pressed to his forehead and an arm come around to support his hips.

He wondered if they’d survive TOPGUN together.

It turned out the answer was no.

Five years later, at the Hard Deck, Rooster was reminded of why he’d left Jake- no, Hangman, all those years ago. Simultaneously, Hangman was reminded of why he’d left Bradley.

And it hurt.

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin #Hangman #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #Callsign: Hangman #Callsign: Rooster #sickfic #Hangster

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Taylor Swift Meets Hockey RPF: Advent Calendar Day 21

The 5th ficciest Taylor Swift song of all time is…

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Song: Dress Album: Reputation Year: 2017 Lyrics: https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-dress-lyrics Ficciness Rank: #5

Let’s start with the many, MANY ways this is the perfect hockey RPF fic. First of all you have the secrecy:

Our secret moments in a crowded room They got no idea about me and you

And the intensity:

There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

And the LONGING:

All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you

And, finally, if all that wasn’t enough:

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend

There it is: our hockey RPF thesis statement. Don’t want you like a best friend. That’s how you’re supposed to want them–like a best friend, a teammate, a platonic buddy. Instead your hands are shaking from the longing for something else. This song is STEEPED in that particular brand of hunger and desperation that Taylor does so well, the tiny visceral details that make you feel it right along with her–just like a good friends to lovers story.

The intensity of it, too. Hockey RPF at its best (in my very objective opinion, cough cough) is about this person completely changing your life, changing you–taking the way you thought your life would go and the kind of person you thought you’d be and turning it on its head. This person who you thought had a well-defined place in your life has suddenly become its certain. Even more so, perhaps, than hockey (gasp).

Flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me And I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side My hands shake, I can't explain this

Honestly this song would probably have been #1 if it weren’t for the one little snag: it’s about a dress. And not as a throwaway line–it’s literally the title. That’s not impossible to work into hockey RPF, but it’s a little more niche, so that bumped it down to #5. But I have to say, as niches go, it’s a pretty great one.

Pairing I’d assign to this song: I thought long and hard about who could pull off the dress thing and be raw enough for the feel of this song. Some of the candidates would be too silly and cocky for it, I think (which is in general a great mood for a guy wearing a dress, but not quite right for this song). I finally decided on resident sad raccoon Dylan Strome. And, because I like the subversion of him being so much shorter for this story, best friend and (erstwhile) teammate Alex DeBrincat.

The Hawks have a Halloween party while Dylan and Alex are still both on the team, and someone suggests to Dylan, mostly as a joke, that he should wear a dress to it. Dylan knows it’s a joke, and laughs…but he can’t stop thinking about it. Finally he decides, why not just go for it? That’s what Halloween is for, isn’t it?

Fast forward to the night of, and Alex is not prepared for the way Dylan looks in a dress. He keeps looking at Dylan across the room, getting distracted in the middle of conversations with other people. He thinks it’ll be easier if he just focuses on talking to Dylan, but that’s even worse: he has to stand so close to hear him and he keeps thinking about what it would be like if he stood just a little closer. If he ran his hand over Dylan’s hip and felt the way the silky material moved. And what’s Dylan wearing underneath? What if–what if he has lingerie to match the dress?

Alex realizes he’s staring, and he jerks his gaze back up to meet Dylan’s. Dylan’s staring back, red across his cheeks. “I, uh, I’m just gonna,” Dylan says, and flees. Alex waits like twenty agonizing seconds before he takes off after him. He finds him near the bathroom, and a few minutes later has him panting as he finds out just what that silky fabric does feel like over skin.

Lyrics to title this story: So You Could Take It Off

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#yes this is the one where i finally used blockquotes #somehow this did not occur to me before #advent 2022 #ficciest taylor #hockey rpf #taylor swift #stromecat #dylan strome #alex debrincat #Youtube

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OMFG! Thank you for tagging me @sio-writes I had a hecking great time with this. I really got to explore Sable more, and of course I put my own spin on it.

I tag: @oracleact @atlas-nsfw @the-wizard-writes @bucketsofmonsters and @gaytrashfoodprocessor or whoever wants to join! I can't wait to read yours :D

Interview with a Character!

[Intro: Excited VJ about to play clips of the interview] Today we have an exclusive interview with Miss Sable, the unicorn model who is so hot right now! We caught up with Sable while she prepared for a spring themed photo-shoot. She was gracious enough to entertain our questions while enduring the makeup chair. Though Sable was working she had such an upbeat vibe that our reporter became a fan on the spot! Sable's work is available on Tumblr dot com where she also takes time to interact with her fan base in between shows and campaigns.

1. Are you named after anyone? No. My parents just wanted to celebrate my beautiful coloring. I grew to like it since it's kind of unique. I wont lie, sounds so good when someone is moaning it 🤭

2. When was the last time you cried? Omg today! I cry a little every day on purpose after I read about a talented Korean actress who cries for hours a day. I think crying is a form of self care. We don't do it enough in this world. I want to make sure I stay connected to my emotions. It makes me more empathetic too!

3. Do you have any kids? Oh, gosh. No 🤗 I'm not even sure I'm ready to have a little pony. I guess I'd have to have a steady polycule before I even think about it.

4. Do you use sarcasm? I'm more likely to use a pun. When I'm playing I do like to be a little sarcastic and a tease. But my playmates love it, I promise.

5. Whats the first thing you notice about people? Hmm. Probably their body language and if they smile a lot. People who smile put me at ease. I also notice height. Especially if I'm working with others for the photo shoot, of course I have to asses my angles. It's important to study people's body language and how they take up space to be successful in modeling. I'm able to be versatile and I'm never caught without a good option for a pose.

6. Eye color? Blue and sparkles!

7. Scary movies or happy to endings? Always happy endings! Unless you want me to ruin it for you 😘. If it's not HEA I don't want it. That may be a little naive, or boring to some but I think that we deserve more happy endings in this life. We are so quick to accept suffering instead of demanding joy.

8. Any special talents? Being a unicorn? Haha. I don't have any real talents except being cute I think. But that's ok! I get to enjoy everyone else who is talented. Like my buddy Eagleator? He's like, the strongest fighter I know. [Reporter: You're a model and that takes some skill right?] Haha, you're so right! I forget about that because modeling is really about looks and that's out of my control, but yeah modeling is a talent.

9. Where were you born?

I was born at home. A perfect little baby if I say so myself. My mom was kind of a granola-making hippie and she made a big deal about a natural birth. Specifically I was born in a little pink kiddie pool filled with warm water, patchouli oil, and wildflowers.

10. What're your hobbies? My hobbies are collecting soft pastel sweaters, drinking hot drinks in cute giant mugs, reading fanfiction, flirting, and bingeing hallmark movies. I also like carnivals and fairs, hyperpop and EDM, supernatural romance novels. Though those probably aren't hobbies, lol. I would say daydreaming is a hobby of mine. Sometimes I get so distracted in my own head, I kind of forget what's really happening. If you could use your magical horn to zap up the perfect fantasy would you care about politics? Exactly.

11. Have any pets? Hehe, only the ones that asked to be my pets. But none right now.

12. What sports do you play/have played? Is shopping a sport? Or getting the perfect manicure? Snagging the last pair of Wolfy Choos on release day? Haha. I'm just not really competitive. If I'm going to be running around it's gonna be for pleasure or maybe to chase down a cutie to give them my number.

13. How tall are you? I'm 5'10! Not the tallest pony but I get by hehe.

14. Favorite subject in school? Ick! School is a no. I hated it. Well except for getting to meet my besties. I had a hard time in school. I'm not really smart. Oh don't take that seriously. I don't mind being empty headed. There's so many smart people and creatures in the world why should I worry about that? Honestly I learned the most at the mall when I was skipping class. The real world has a lot to teach someone if they just embrace it. I'm just not the kind of pony to care what happened last century, or how many apples johnny has. I care more about how many apples I can eat and what's going on with the next season of the bachelor!

15. Dream job? Well I actually already have my dream job, though I wouldn't say it was my dream job before I started. [Reporter: Modeling?] Oh, no. This is kind of my side thing. Right now I'm working at this innovative lab that's developing cosmetic drugs. The company is really focused on providing therapies that help others reach their desired form. I feel like, as a model, I'm selling a dream, but as a lab tech I'm actually helping to make them come true.

[Fade back to the VJ] Wow! She's so sweet. To see the full interview follow and subscribe to the network. You wont want to miss this one. Our reporter and Sable get real cozy and reveal some surprising secrets about the modeling scene. And join us at 8 for our exclusive with Eagleator to talk about his crushing defeat at the Action Forest Finals!

#furrbbyx #furrbbyx oc #tag game #writing practice #oc dev #monster fluff #terato

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One of his girls pt.2 - Choose your fate

You haven’t heard from him in weeks. But now he messaged you – late at night asking if you were still up. What do you do? Which fate do you choose?

FATE #1

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!!!

Your whole body was trembling. You were barely able to hold your phone properly because of the excitement you felt in every cell.

He finally messaged me. I am so happy now. Thank god I waited for him all this time, now our romance can start over and bloom into love!

You didn’t even think twice before answering him. Of course, you wanted to see him again. Even if it was late at night, even if so many things were still unprocessed between the two of you. You did not care at all – you just wanted him back so badly. You answered him in milliseconds and got up roaming your closet for a suitable outfit. Did you even need one though?

We’re probably going to end up fucking on his couch anyway, so why bother?

You decided on a black lace set which you put on after showering and doing your hair and make up. You hurried up, fearing that this moment would never come again.

So far he had not replied, nor called. You felt your stomach churn with anxiety. Your blood turned cold as you realized that he had read all of your messages and chose to ignore you. Tears were starting to form at the brink of your eyes.

JK, are you serious right now?

You shot him another message, barely typing correctly because of all the tears in your eyes. You saw him come online and reading it. Then his green bubble disappeard, leaving you on read. You felt like an idiot.

Embarrassed.

Humiliated.

Ashamed.

Fuck, I can’t do this anymore. Like honestly, he messaged me out of the blue after weeks of no contact in the middle of the night wanting to see me and what did I do? I did a somersault from excitement. How pathetic am I? Of course he left me on read. He probably messaged me because the other girls were busy and when he found a better option he ignored me. Why is this always happening to me? He didn’t change at all. Why am I so stupid?

You were too consumed by your negative feelings to get up and wash off your make up (or what was left of it due to the intense crying). Instead, you watched the chat for hours, hoping that he would message you back. But he didn’t.

You fell asleep crying, wondering what you did wrong for him to treat you that way.

FATE #2

You finally had a night off to yourself – the last weeks were packed with workouts, dates, therapy, party nights and study sessions and you clearly needed a break. That’s why you chose to stay in and relax – thankfully with the help of your little vibrating buddy.

As you were getting it on and playing with yourself you got distracted by the many pings coming from your phone.

Who the fuck is messaging me now?

Slightly annoyed you paused the toy and took your phone into your hands, breaking into laughter immediately.

Well well well, look what the cat dragged in.

For a short moment you thought of answering him. Not because you wanted to meet him but because you wanted to tell him that you had changed. You were no longer the little girl that put men on a pedestal, thinking they were the glorious knights saving her from herself.

Nope.

You wanted to tell him that you had worked on yourself. A lot. You now realized how amazing you were – beautiful from the inside and out. Smart, driven, ambitious, sexy as fuck and in high demand. You wanted to tell him that you would never ever accept his boyish behavior again – you deserved far more than that.

You didn‘t hate him but you were no longer interested in entertaining his clownery. You leveled up and if he wanted you back in his life he had to rise up to your level as well.

You felt immense happiness in your chest as you realized how far you had come. You finally chose yourself over him and that felt good. You started typing a heartfelt reply in which you explained to him why you were done with him for now but then stopped.

I could explain all of that to him, right? But I could also… you know, match his energy and focus on me.

Your eyes fell on the toy next to you. Your fingers erased the long message and typed a short reply. You smirked as you put away your phone and got back to work.

Yeah, I’m gonna love me. I do it better than him anyway.

FATE #3

You frowned heavily as you scanned his messages.

See, he is a giant fuckboy. He only messaged me because no one else is around. Call him out on his bullshit!

You felt your chest tighten again. You didn’t want to assume the worst of him, even if it looked that way. But couldn’t there be another explanation?

Who says he’s only texting because of hooking up? Maybe he misses me so badly and it took him some time to finally get it out and that’s why he’s texting me at this hour. Couldn’t that also be true?

Your thoughts were all over the place, not knowing what to believe. You gave up reading his mind and asked him blatantly.

His reaction will tell me his motives, so let’s go.

You watched your phone nervously. He had read your messages. He even started typing but stopped.

Why did you stop? Kookie, what did you want to say to me?

You put your phone away as nothing happened for minutes. You felt sadness in your chest, as you took this as a confirmation of him only messaging you because of sex.

You got interrupted in your pity party as you noticed your phone lightning up – he was calling you.

Shit, he’s calling. Do I take his call? What should I say? Fuck, fuck..

“Hey?”

You heard him breathing at the other end of the call. He was just as nervous as you were.

“Just so you know, I felt deeply hurt by your accusation. But I guess I deserved that.”

You took a deep breath. Hearing his husky voice again made you realize how much you still cared about him. It made it painfully obvious how much you still wanted him.

“Kookie..”

His chuckle interrupted your sentence. “I did not expect you to still call me that. I missed that, y/n. I missed you. Still do.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You needed answers, you needed him.

“I didn’t text you because I wanted to fuck. I had a couple of drinks with the guys and apparently that was all the courage I really needed. I wanted to see you and explain why I behaved the way I did. Can I – can I come over, y/n?”

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it’s NaNoWriMo time my good duckies. but before november started i wrote a decent sized chapter for y’all :)

Tomorrow’s Some Kind Of Strangerland (chapter 8)

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [Ch 3] [Ch 4] [Ch 5] [Ch 6] [Ch 7] [ao3] [???]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum & The Keep, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Lord Arum, The Keep, Sir Damien, Rilla, Queen Mira, Original Monster Character(s)

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Ceasefire, Pre-Relationship, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, (some characters tagged will not appear until later chapters), canonical character illness, asking for help, (i still dn’t know how to tag things rip), (uhhhhh canon-typical fantasy monster-hatred? that’s gonna be a thing)

Summary: When Mira took the throne, she did what no human ruler in living memory has done - she reached out, and brokered peace with the monsters. It is a shaky, uncertain sort of peace, but she and the current monster Senate have managed to maintain it for a handful of years now with only minor incident.

Lord Arum has not interacted with the human infection in the Northern Wilds since the ceasefire, but when his Keep becomes ill past his own ability to cure, the Senate has a peculiar idea for how to help the isolated Lord while testing the goodwill of their tentative allies at the same time.

Chapter Summary: An average trip to the market with a monster.

Chapter Notes: HELLO AND GOODBYE IT'S NANOWRIMO TIME!!! I spent all of halloween writing this chapter so i would have something substantial before I abandoned the bouquet for the month to go at NaNoWriMo again. I might do drabbles, but I also might not, I don't know if I'll have the time or the energy for extra projects even if they ARE tiny. But that's okay, I'll be back in December either way :) If you wanna be buddies on the NaNo site I go by Marielle Madden over there! I'll be writing basically backstory for my larp/dnd character i've been obsessing over. We can do word sprints or something, let's GO. 💖💘💖💘💖

and some WARNINGS for the chapter itself: some Canon-typical monster hatred and bigotry, a mob, physical assault, and mild injury.

Arum slips back into his borrowed bedroom before Sir Damien decides to make a nuisance of himself, this morning. It is still a near thing (the creature must wake abysmally early, perhaps even before the sunrise, chipper and obnoxious as a rooster), but the knight does not knock until after Arum is ready to greet him. He almost looks surprised, when Arum pulls the hidden door open, his lip curling over his sharp teeth almost without conscious effort.

"Good morning," he says, his tone still bright and startled, and then he immediately winces, as if he did not intend to give Arum the grace of a greeting and he would prefer to rescind the courtesy. "Rather-"

"I expect you have brought our morning meal again," Arum interrupts, before the creature can get too far ahead of himself, and Damien blinks and glances down to the tray in his hands, clearly having forgotten about it.

"Er... right." He drops his eyes, shuffling to the side to make his way around Arum and settle at the little table, setting out the food.

They eat in silence again. Arum tries to spend this little pause thinking on further solutions, creatures he could make to try to work towards solving the Keep's illness on his own-

Sir Damien exists to serve as a distraction, possibly. Something of the meter of his poem from the night before- it catches in the back of Arum's mind, bouncing there and making it impossible to think. Or, at least, to think of anything remotely useful.

Obnoxious.

Small comfort: Sir Damien looks precisely as irritable and uncomfortable as Arum feels.

"How long will this little outing take, anyway?" Arum asks, after they've finished, feeling preemptively exhausted.

"It will take as long as it needs to," Damien says, flat and vaguely sour, and then he sighs. "A quick trip to the market, likely. A few shops. The queen insisted upon providing a small allowance with which to purchase the gift, as well, so you need not worry upon that front."

"I have my own coin," Arum snaps, insulted, and Damien furrows his brow. "I do not need to be paid for."

"Queen Mira insisted," he says again, as if that ends the discussion, and when Arum inhales to argue further he continues, "As you were unaware of the custom, she says that it would not be fair to press such an... imposition upon you. The act of choosing the gift is enough."

"The lie, you mean?"

Damien ignores his sneering with fair competence. "I imagine I will be perfectly able to find a number of suiting gifts without much trouble, and then you may choose between them. Hardly a lie at all."

It makes enough sense that the poet would know the tastes of his own betrothed, of course, and the strategy is... nearly clever. He will need to find a way to pay the queen back, then, soon enough. It would not do to be any more in her debt than he already is, despite her previous insistence to the contrary.

Arum resists the urge to sigh, and simply stands, resettling his cape.

"Very well. Let's get this over with, then."

Damien gives him another look, as if Arum's eagerness to have done with this whole day is somehow meant to insult him personally, but he does not say anything. He nods, and moves to open the door.

The market square is slightly less crowded than it was the day Damien met Arum, but only slightly. Despite that, Lord Arum glares balefully at the civilians as Damien leads them towards the section of shops he thinks will be most promising.

Damien bites his tongue. Berating the monster will do very little, and to be entirely frank-

He would rather not do anything to provoke any more attention than strictly necessary while out and about with a monster. He can already feel eyes upon him, worry and scrutiny and judgment from the citizenry. He might wither and die if any of his fellow knights see him so occupied in public. Lord Arum is not exactly inconspicuous, either, considering the height and the horns and the vivid purple of his cape and his eyes. He stands out like a flash of lightning, and he is rather clearly following Damien through the square.

He considers a few shops, weighing options in his mind, trying to remember tools and trinkets his flower has mentioned a desire for in the past. He settles on a glassblower, the shop filled with delicate instruments and bottles and vases. Rilla is always in need of containers for her herbs and mixtures, of course, and while she is not preoccupied with aesthetic over function... well, the two can coexist, regardless. An item may be as beautiful as it is functional.

He glances back towards Arum from in front of the shop, trying not to feel the tense annoyance bleeding off the monster in waves.

"Well?" Arum says, his eyes flicking behind Damien, scanning the crowd. "Have you found something yet?"

"Just here," he says. "Though... the shop is... fairly small. It does not seem that it would accommodate someone of your... stature."

Arum tips his head towards the shop, eying the narrow aisles between shelves, the delicate glasswork balanced in cases and on little wooden stands, the notably low ceilings, and his cheek twitches. "Hm," he says simply. "I suppose I should... remain... out here, then."

Damien considers his tone, for a long moment, trying to decide if the flat discomfort might belie something more nefarious, but- well, the longer he spends in that effort, the longer they need be out in the market entirely. Best to find something quick. He nods.

"I won't be long," he says, and before the monster can make a rejoinder, he slips inside.

He does get caught up, but only for a few minutes. He's selecting a gift for his beloved; how could he possibly commit any but the most serious effort to that cause? She deserves something truly beautiful, even if she is meant to receive it from a monster.

The noise outside catches his attention while he's investigating the relative merits of two different sets of vials, and he nearly knocks both sets to the floor as he straightens, trying to get a look outside at the sudden- is that shouting?

The place is full of glass. Damien can see the colors of Lord Arum through the window, distorted between a thousand tiny trinkets, and beyond him- other figures. He cannot see properly, but- something about the noise and the vague suggestion of Arum's stance sends the sensation of ice down into the pit of his stomach. He moves, as quickly as he is able within so fragile a place.

"-left alone," Arum hisses as Damien slips through the door, and he realizes quickly that the monster has either backed into the alley between this building and the next, or he has been backed into it by the crowd currently blocking the way. "I do not know why such a simple concept is lost on the lot of you."

"Your kind are getting too comfortable here," a voice sneers, and the crowd murmurs agreement even as Damien starts to push through, his armor a rather firm argument in his favor. "We've had enough of-"

"Do I look comfortable, human?" Arum says, his tone utterly derisive as he pulls his head back, and Damien wants to groan. Antagonizing, even while surrounded by the growing core of a mob. Damien can feel the tension already, a small flame yet, but not one to be underestimated. Some of those in the crowd are laborers, carrying tools that can very well be put to more violent use, and-

Damien sees the knife. Not in the hands of the loud one, the one riling the crowd, but the man at his side, playing a long narrow knife between his fingers with his pale mean eyes fixed on Lord Arum. He can't tell- the distance and the shuffling of the crowd make it impossible for Damien to tell if Arum is aware of the weapon as well. But-

"Strolling through the market, all haughty and dressed in finery, with one of our knights for an escort? Who do you think you are? I don't know what sort of nobility beasts and bastards like to pretend to be, but around here you're just another animal."

Arum's jaw tightens, but he does not respond. The quiet man with the knife, however, takes his turn to speak.

"I think that's a lesson that needs taught," he says, almost too quietly to be heard above the growing murmur surrounding them. "Wild animals don't do well in the city, do they? They go wandering where they don't belong... animals get put down."

Damien steps out from the mass of bodies between the two instigators and Lord Arum, lifting his chin and drawing his bow, though he keeps it low at his side, a warning and not a threat.

"I think that is rather enough," he snaps in his most knightly voice, and thankfully the crowd seems to thin immediately as the less committed onlookers flee at the first hint of authority. "You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Go on, stop this nonsense at once before I-"

"Defending a monster?" The loudmouth bares his teeth, then spits on the ground, his eyes blazing.

Damien narrows his eyes. "Defending the peace in this Citadel. I will not abide a mob. By rights I should arrest the both of you before you cause any more trouble. Drop your weapons right this instant, and I shall be content to call this a misunderstanding and we may all go on with our days."

By the time Damien says the word "mob," the majority of the citizens have disappeared again, leaving only stragglers and curious eyes at the edges. The two instigators stand firm, for the moment. The one with the cool pale eyes stares over his shoulder, still glaring at Lord Arum instead, still squeezing the hilt of his knife. The louder one manages his own glare for only a few moments longer before he flinches, apparently recognizing that his footing has moved out from under him. He glances to the side, hesitates, and then looks back towards Damien with an uncertain grimace.

Damien-

Damien locks eyes with the remaining threat, stepping slowly forward.

"I truly do not think that you mean to attack a Knight of the Crown, my good sir," he says, very mildly, and the man finally stops staring hatefully at the monster behind him, aiming that ire towards Damien instead.

Damien strides forward, and he does not stop until he is nearly nose to nose with the man. Or- they would be nose to nose, were Damien not somewhat less tall. Nevertheless. He breathes steady, and he lifts his free hand.

"Your knife. Now. Or you will be spending your night, at least, in the dungeon."

The man's face twitches, a muscle by his nose tensing as he clenches his teeth, and his arm jolts forward-

Damien twists and strikes a beat late, but the maneuver is well practiced and he manages to divest the man of his weapon and reposition at his back. He turns the both of them and then lifts his boot, kicking him in the backside and sending him tumbling out of the alley and towards the rest of the market. Damien twirls the knife and then slips it into his own belt with a disdainful look. "Well," he says stiffly. "I suppose in all technicality, you did just give me your knife. I suppose I shouldn't have to arrest you, so long as you are no longer within my sight in ten seconds. Ten. Nine. Eigh-"

"Fucking traitor," the pale-eyed man spits as he scrambles back to his feet, and then, "No good knights left. No honorable knights, only heretics and weak-minded fools."

"Seven," Damien hisses, hand tightening on the grip of his bow, and the man-

The alley is completely empty before he makes it to six. He sighs, and glances over his shoulder to meet Lord Arum's eye.

"Perhaps it was unwise to leave you unaccompanied, even for so short a time," he says in a murmur.

Arum blinks, inhales, and then bares his teeth.

"I do not require your help, honeysuckle. I can defend myself perfectly well. It is insulting to presume-"

"If you defended yourself, as you say, you might very well have caused a diplomatic incident, Lord Arum," Damien says, wincing as he puts his bow away again.

"So you come barreling in like a fool, putting yourself in harm's way with a crowd of idiots that you refuse to fight properly in return, that you won't even arrest, simply so I do not-" he pauses. "I smell- honeysuckle. Your arm is bleeding."

"I know," Damien says stiffly, angling his body to put his injured limb further away from Arum. "That fool with the knife may have only meant to threaten, but- well. They say one should not threaten if one does not intend to carry through." He shakes his head, frowns. "And I did not do this for your sake, Lord Arum. If the war is revived for so foolish a reason- surely you know as well as I, the sheer number of lives that could be lost."

"Your arm is bleeding," the monster repeats, his teeth bared, "quite profusely. We must return to the palace and find you a doctor immediately."

"It is hardly the worst of-"

The monster crowds closer, narrowing his eyes at the reddened sleeve as Damien attempts to conceal it behind his back, and then he lifts his vivid eyes to pin Damien in place. "Who, precisely, do you assume would be blamed if you collapse from loss of blood in the presence of the clawed and fanged beast you have been complaining of and vocally suspecting of malice? In what way would that not end precisely the same as if you had not interceded in the first place?"

"I," Damien says breathlessly, "am a Knight of the Crown, Lord Arum, not some wilting flower, and I will not collapse from something as inconsequential as a little light-"

"Stabbing?"

"It is barely a scratch!"

Arum scowls viciously, and the expression is so serious and so ridiculous that Damien cannot help a small shock of laughter, which seems to startle both the monster and himself. They both freeze for a moment in the aftermath, and then Arum steps closer, reaching and startling Damien again as Arum takes his wrist.

He goes down on a knee as Damien blinks confusion. Two of his hands pull his cape taut as a third rends the cloth with claws, his fourth hand still clutching stubbornly at Damien's wrist before he draws the limb carefully closer, and then he-

He lifts the cloth, and with more delicacy than Damien knew any monster could possess, he wraps the purple tight around the wound on his forearm, staunching the blood.

Arum watches the binding for a long moment, Damien's arm carefully balanced between two of his hands, and when it does not bleed through immediately he nods and straightens, still with a hand resting at Damien's elbow.

He stills, when he catches Damien's eye. Damien does not know what he sees, then, but- he swallows, dropping his own gaze.

"A doctor, honeysuckle," he says in a low, serious voice. "That is a temporary measure. Inadequate. Tell me where to bring you to find a physician or I will simply pick you up and carry to back to the Citadel Tower, and I do not think that either of us will enjoy that."

Damien-

Flushes, so quickly and completely that it stuns him, the idea of those strong hands lifting him into the air, the muted firmness in Arum's tone-

He wouldn't- he wouldn't enjoy- he certainly wouldn't-

"D-doctor," he manages, and then he clears his throat. "Back to the Citadel- with Rilla gone, the best physicians would be there, yes. If you- if you insist." He pauses. "But- but we haven't found anything for-"

"We may very well come back another day, honeysuckle," the monster growls, rolling his eyes, and then he shifts the hand at Damien's elbow to press at Damien's lower back, encouraging him forward. Damien jolts, the contact like a rippling flame that runs up the entirety of his back, and the monster startles in turn, eyes widening.

"I'm perfectly able to move on my own," Damien snaps, his words running on a sort of terrified automatic, entirely without his conscious intent, and Arum stares at him for half a beat before his expression flattens. "I- no. I'm perfectly fine, Lord Arum. I appreciate-"

"Fine. Lead. You know this city," he mutters, looking entirely away from Damien. "I would only get us lost, and I would hardly like for us to be caught by another mob. Go on."

Damien tries- half tries- opens his mouth and closes it at least thrice, and then gives up. He turns and pretends not to wince as he starts to walk towards the center of the city again, Lord Arum following close and silent in his wake.

#elle's fanfic #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #lord arum #sir damien #tomorrow's some kind of strangerland #strangerland #aaaaAAAA

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teeelsie-posts · 2 years

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Just cause I know you have a thing for round numbers, I'll ask for 10, 20 or 30 (or all 3 if you please 😁)

Hey broken--bow! I DO love round numbers, lol! Here you go!

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

Whump or H/C. Hands-down, my favorite (in case there was any question about that)

“we’re just fuck buddies, but not really” I never know what to call this one—I think it needs a good, pithy 1 or 2 word name. But you get my gist.

self-sacrifice (IDK how much this one is a real trope, but for me it's hnnnggg, especially when paired with whump.

20. Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you? Mainly just one; I’m terrible at dividing my focus on multiple fic. If I get an idea I feel compelled to write while I’m writing one fic, I usually end up setting the first one aside to focus on the second. Right now, though, I’m trying really hard to work on two at once because I have an auction fic with an end-of-the-year deadline, but I just got distracted by a whumptober prompt and started writing on it. I’ll let you know how that goes! 😅

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't. I drafted a good bit of a post CACW AmeriHawk in Wakanda fic about 4 years ago. The working title was “Spinning Wheels” and it was basically a slow burn, where Clint and Steve start sleeping together mostly out of boredom because they’re stuck in Wakanda with nothing much to do. But Clint’s still hung up on Coulson (who’s off with his shiny new team), and Steve’s hung up on Bucky (who’s in deep freeze and also not gay, so it’s unrequited) so it’s never going to go anywhere, but then they catch feelings. Except I never could decide if I wanted them to catch feelings or not because part of me couldn’t let go of the idea of C/C because the idea of Phil leaving Clint in the dust to be with his new team just made me sad and part of me wanted to turn the fic into a C/C fix-it. I had two separate endings drafted and I liked them both. I wanted to fully flesh it out because I really liked the parts I drafted, but I got stuck where to take it and then I moved on to “Falling Off the Face of the Earth” and got hypnotized by WinterHawk and I just never went back to it.

Thanks for the ask, @broken--bow !

#fanfic #my fic #Clint Barton #Hawkeye #ask meme #my writing

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 1 year

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Some thoughts on Friday the 13th 2009

Guess that title will do or so. I was joking with @lovezdarestevez4ever about something and got distracted from not making this. This isn’t really a review. But some points from me on how I feel about the film.

I don’t really hate the 2009 reimagining of the series. And that’s due to a couple of reasons.

1. It’s literally the same as the earlier films. Compared to something like Halloween 2007 or Elm Street 2010, I don’t know. It’s more like the fact it feels like it’s part of the same series despite some things that separate it. It almost feels like a “Legacy” sequel but it’s not.

It’s technically akin to something like Batman 1989 where the origin isn’t a full focal point. But it strangely leads into something. Weird comparison, it’s more like, “Let’s kind of skip the origin and just show it really quick” kind of shit.

2. The idea to use elements from the first four films is actually a fucking genius idea. Because you’re practically blending in what are basically considered possibly the best films or so and combine into one story without having to make more than one film.

Even though I genuinely wouldn’t mind a legitimate remake of the first film. But I keep thinking general audiences just want to see Jason.

3. The portrayal of Jason is still my favorite of all the actors. Even though I like them all. But Derek Mears is the kind of Jason I love. And honestly, I see this as a Jason film mainly because of the number of times he shows up.

4. Trent’s entire character. This may sound strange, but holy crap. Even though he’s not a favorite of mine. But he’s such a cartoonish douchebag that it downright amuses me with his fucking dialogue being so insane. That you’re in shock with how fucking douchey he is because Travis Van Winkle plays him so well. He’s strangely meme material.

WeWatchedAMovie’s review of the film where they talk about Trent, they explain it perfectly in the most humorous way. And there’s a scene and from that review, I hear that Michael Bay himself walked out halfway through the movie because there was...too many tities. I question this, like, did he actually say that somewhere?

5. I will admit, I actually like the score from Steve Jablonsky. Even if I still prefer Harry Manfredini’s scores.

Now on to the more negative stuff that...brings the film down.

1. The fact it’s the same as the earlier films...it’s kind of nothing special. Yet it’s special in a way where I don’t feel bothered by it like Halloween 2007 or Elm Street 2010. But the fact it’s kind of...somewhat nothing special brings it down. And this goes into the next thing I want to talk about.

2. The idea to use elements from the first four films is still genius. But the way the writers did it just wasn’t for me. The best way I could describe the film is how my good buddy @lovezdarestevez4ever said in her review of the film.

The film is practically a “CliffNotes” version of Friday the 13th from writers who watched the older films without paying attention to why certain elements worked. And honestly, considering I have a little problem with the writers...I agree. This is her review right here. https://at.tumblr.com/lovezdarestevez4ever/i-watched-friday-the-13th-2009-and-it-was/opxnm29hwwis

Because to me, the elements don’t blend naturally. Or they don’t use these elements in a more meaningful way. You know how like in comic book films they take elements from different stories and try to blend them in the best story possible to adapt? It’s a weird comparison. It’s just I think if Filmento ever did a video on Friday the 13th 2009, and I have thought about this before. He would point out stuff that feels like it wasn’t thought more about or whatever.

I again, think blending in those elements is a cool idea because in a strange way. I could see the first three films as a 277-minute-long film. I actually used my computer’s calculator to look that shit up. Yet this likely counts the beginning and end credits for all three films.

The point being is that considering this was directed by the guy who directed the 2003 Texas Chainsaw Massacre remake. I feel like they could’ve done more with those elements and did something new with them or build upon them. I strangely wished that the write for that remake came back for this instead of the writers from Freddy vs Jason. But that depends on what Scott Kosar would’ve done, or maybe another writer.

I do appreciate the decision to go back to the “Grittier” route of the earlier FT13th films. That was something needed after the last few films.

3. And the characters, and listen, I get a lot of FT13th characters aren’t much to write home about. But I agree with my friend that they are more like...parodies in a sense. Where in the originals, the characters seem more casual despite a lot being service level. And while I think Clay is one of the better protagonists of the series, the other characters are hit and miss. Despite a lot of them get a lot of brutal kills as usual.

There’s also the fact the storyline with Jason and Whitney couldn’t been dealt with so much better. Because that is something I REALLY like, but it’s not built upon more or something.

I should just finish the post. The 2009 reboot is basically a modernized version of part 3, but without the 3D. And you get elements from parts 1, 2, and 4. It seems weird that I use part 3 as an example. Mainly because part 3 feels like the most “Random” or “Disconnected” because NO ONE besides Chris knows of Jason in that film. And they never say his name.

#GeekGem Rambles #friday the 13th #friday the 13th 2009

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revivisection · 2 years

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its night time you know what that means! this is my diary now. very long week recap ahead.

my teeth are cool and good kind of now. they're actually still pretty awful but my front are work in progress they look mostly fine now and im not so vigilant at hiding my mouth :) not without a week's worth of pain and agony recovery but. you knoow. i will have to go through that again at some point oh well thank god for ibuprofen except it wears off before i can take another one. my upper lip was incredinly inflamed for a few days, bad experience.

you know you never really think about hpw much you use your mouth or just like. feel your mouth generally experience the life experience of having a mouth until there's problems with it. crazy how that works. i for one would have a much better time not having a mouth it's rather disgusting. ideal form i simply absorb energy through airwaves, or perhaps plug myself in to charge

after that i had to enroll in courses i was like surely i will have a fine and okay time. <-full of hubris. i slept through the first hour of course enrollment because i went to sleep at 6am and it opened at 9. so im now on two waitlists which probably wont let up. going to take latin though, going to become more pretentious just you wait. i think this is what you would call a "dark academia moment" but i dont think i actually know what dark academia is. school hasn't started yet but im having the biggest fucking imposter syndrome everyone who has ever told me how smart i am is a fucking liar.

had a fun lil trivia club day with some trivia club buddies. believe it or not, we did trivia. exciting, i know. anyways scratch what i said before whenever i get the right answer in trivia club i am literally the smartest man alive. why do all my friends have absolutely ancient editions of trivial pursuit (the words of someone who doesn't own any board games)

and yesterday i hung out with my dear friend @threecirclingbuzzards!! she let me scavenge through her big bag of miscellaneous patches it was very fruitful. my vest is very empty because i have to make everything myself and i simply do not. so now i have more things to put on it, the real question is when im actually going to sew. it was also cool because we are like brain linked we are like that image of clown-to-clown communication dont need to speak coherently because like. i get it. she gets it. we get it. the clown part is especially true because we were like. what to teens do. hang out at the mall. genius. and then we got there and it was two minutes from closing. genius. at the dollar store i got minecraft stickers god i love minecraft i will be forty fucking years old and not tire of minecraft

over the course of my mouth recovery time i listened to youtube videos to try and distract myself when falling sleep and i listened to a video about the evil within 1. i dont need to give background information but i will anyways.. back in like whenever of this year early this year some time this year i was scrolling through the discussion page of the tumblr sexyman wiki and there was a suggestion post for stefano valentini and i was like. woah. ive seen that man before. ive watched my fair share of oxbox/oxtra vids in my lifetime. and then i proceeded to go crazy. something about him makes me go absolutely nuts like awooga etc. who fucking knows. anyways i was content to never know anything about the evil within beyond that stefano valentini is like absurdly attractive until i watched that video about the evil within 1 while mildly Out Of It and i developed a very sudden crush on ruvik so now i know some things about the evil within. how was your day. another fucked up evil guy who i am compelled by. i cant fix him i cant make him worse but i CAN look at him from afar. all ive been able to draw lately is just ruvik faces idk man he's my latest fixation i guess. got him on the mind (except for when i was catching up on the patho tag today. i love my weekly spam reblogging from the patho tag except this time it's two weeks worth of posts becuase by god i was having a bad time)

perhaps i should actually watch a lets play of tew so i can know like. what the game is like in full properly and shit. shhhhh you dont see my incomplete patho2 save. i would play more horror games if i werent a little bitch, but im not so instead i just play stupid long fantasy rpgs. the sole reason i havent finished pathfinder kingmaker is because of that stupid goddamn darven quest oh my god i hate that man i hate that quest i need to speedrun it get it over with so i can enjoy the rest of the game but i simply cannot take it when the FUCK is he going to show up how much fuckng time needs to pass where are you bitch i need to xget this out of the fucking way so the hellknights stop crashing my place fucking my shit up i hate it her.e.

i wrote all of this because i am insuch! a mood today. idk whats up last nigh t i passed out instantly fell asleep died went to purgatory the moment i laid down on my bed like in an instant ive never been so sleepy in my life. and today i am incredibly humid but more than that the time actually melted away. like pretend time is a stick of butter in my hands except i preheated my hands in the oven for several minutes and the butter didnt even bother to melt so the preheating didnt matter it just slipped off my stupid little fingers. i woke up blinked now its night time. now nearly twelve hours have passed what the fuCK was i doing. nothing. i have no idea how this time passed i feel out of it (different) a different kind of out of it who knows maybe this is my natural tooth recovery time but instead for going outside two days in a row and having fun. this is my body and mind telling me to have less fun. wlel fuck you body and mind im hanging out with friends AGAIN tomorrow. see how you like that fucker. or maybe im just a little baby and its because i forgot to sleep with my stuffed animals last night. i have a build-a-bear longhorn i love him with my life i named him after my wife (artemy) he keeps me company because all i do is sit and rot.

also we havent read new pages of this dark endeavour in like11 days oops. the review WILL happen eventually okay i have so much to say about that wretched novel just when the summer book club completes it

#brain time #personal

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