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supernovafics · 4 months

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: explicit language

summary: in which you join steve during his family video shift and help him study for a test

author's note: nothing much to say about this one. short and sweet<33

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Winter 1986

“Can I have some help?”

You looked up from your notebook to see a guy standing a few feet in front of you with a small frown on his face. Your head shake in response to his question was immediate. “Oh, no, I don’t work here.”

His frown seemed to only deepen. “But, you’re sitting behind the counter.”

“Yeah, that probably makes things confusing, but I don’t work here,” You responded with a small laugh. You took a brief look at Steve, who was stocking tapes in one of the aisles. “I’m just here to help a friend and make sure he doesn’t fail out of his first ever college classes. Big English test tomorrow. The first one of the semester, actually.”

The guy rolled his eyes at your unnecessarily long explanation and then walked off, and your attention turned back to your notebook and you continued writing notes, or more so rewriting notes, for Steve.

When he finished stocking shelves, he walked over to you, leaning on the counter and looking down at what you were doing. You ripped out the pages you had been working on for the past hour and slid them over to him. “Okay, I have compiled all of the shit that you’ll need to know for the test tomorrow on these two pages, front and back. Enjoy.”

Steve gave you a small smile. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but it was actually pretty easy since you’re taking the class with the same Professor I had last semester; I mainly just redid the notes that I had for that first test. And it only took me like an hour.”

“Thanks, but shouldn’t you be worrying more about your test tomorrow?”

You shrugged. “I just have to give a presentation on the rise of radio for my communications class, and I’ve been preparing for the last couple days. I’ll be fine.”

Steve nodded at that and started looking at the notes you gave to him. You moved from behind the counter and went over to the comedy section and started to look through the shelves.

“Oh, also, can I get a vest and a nametag? Everyone already thinks I work here, anyway.”

“No,” Steve responded almost immediately, which made you laugh. After a second, he walked over to you, papers still in hand. “Surprisingly, I actually remember most of this stuff.”

You smiled at that. “Glad to know you’ve been paying attention in class.” You then showed him the movie you had just pulled off of the shelf. “Thoughts on this for tonight?”

Steve looked at the title for a second before answering. “The person that returned it yesterday said it was shit.”

“Okay, so that’s a no,” You said as you put the tape back in its spot. “Anyway, though, it's good that you remember a lot of stuff already, so when I quiz you on everything later, it’ll be fast.”

He shook his head. “You’re being way too nice to me right now.”

“You told me that you actually wanted to care about your classes and do well in them, so of course I’m gonna help you do that.”

You could’ve gone further into that conversation that you two had a few days before the beginning of the semester, but you didn’t feel the need to fully repeat it aloud right then. Steve had talked to you about wanting to figure out his life, finding what he wanted to do long-term that wasn’t Family Video related, and maybe going to school part-time and taking a few classes would help with that. It wasn’t about his parents, it wasn’t really even about you. It was about him and you admired that, and you also wanted to help him figure everything out. Maybe it could help you figure out all of your shit too.

“Also, if you dropped out after this semester it would actually be devastating to know that our first time ever going to the same school only lasted four and a half months.”

Steve laughed a bit. “I’m not gonna drop out.”

“And I’m completely holding you to that.”

You went back to searching for a movie for later, and after what felt like forever you settled on something that sounded good enough.

Things became pretty quiet for the rest of the night, so you were able to quiz Steve on the notes a couple times, and then you focused on the reading you had to do for the Film and TV history class that he suggested you two take together. Your collective eleven o’clock on Tuesdays and Thursdays mainly consisted of you two playing tic-tac-toe with one another in the margins of Steve’s notebook or writing stupid notes back and forth, and still paying some attention to the lectures that were actually pretty interesting. Aside from Steve being in the class, you really enjoyed it for the most part.

“This article was actually pretty good,” You said. The clock finally hit eleven and Steve went over to the front door to turn the Open sign to Closed. “I think you’ll like it.”

“What’s it about again?”

“Silent films,” You answered as you started putting all of your stuff in your bag. You then picked up the movie you grabbed earlier and went over to one of the computers, looking up the name of it and changing it from in stock to checked out. “Since I know how to do this, I think I definitely deserve a vest and nametag.”

“I would say that’s true, but you only do that for yourself, not for any customers,” He responded with a laugh.

“In a way, I am a customer.”

“Paying customers.”

“I use the “best friend of an employee” discount, which is a hundred percent off,” You said, smiling at him, and then smiling even more when he rolled his eyes at you.

“What movie did you end up choosing, anyway?”

You held up the tape in your hand, Weird Science. “Now I’m thinking that I should’ve chosen a silent film to honor our history class.”

“I’m really glad you didn’t,” Steve responded before stepping out from behind the counter. You slung your bag over your shoulder and followed him to the front.

“Once you read the article, you’ll wish that I picked one of Buster Keaton’s greatest hits,” You said as you flicked off the lights before you two walked out the door.

Steve locked it and then looked at you. “I truly doubt that.”

You only overdramatically sighed and shook your head at him in response as you got in his car, tossing your bag into the backseat. You fiddled with the radio for pretty much the entirety of the fifteen minute drive to the apartment, and you held back your laughter at Steve’s playful groans in frustration at your antics.

When you two stepped into the small space that was your shared home, you changed into your pajamas for the night before settling on the couch, and you quizzed Steve one more time for his test. And then he made you run through your presentation for your class tomorrow because he felt bad about you only helping him study.

The time was nearing midnight when Steve warmed up some of the leftover pizza from the night before as you started the movie. You two fell asleep barely thirty minutes in, your head on his shoulder and a blanket draped over both of your legs that were stretched out on the coffee table.

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let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

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ryssbelle · 2 months

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JD is going to ugly baby cry when he finally finds Clay? Like the overflow of Relief and happiness Will literally turns him into a blabbering mess That only Floyd can understand Because Floyd is the sensitive one.

I haven’t fully decided how the moment would go, there’s a lot of directions but I did decide to kind of do a concept doodle of this scenario, sort of. I was gonna send it with this ask but I think it deserves its own post for how long it is XD but know you were the ask that spawned it. But yeah I have lots of ideas on what could possibly happen, the biggest aspect of it that is subject to change is whether or not Clay is there in what would be this aus version of the Branch Floyd reunion from the movie, and then like what goes with that you know?

I’m more along the idea that Clay would be there, as would most of them, due to the circumstances having changed so drastically that they wouldn’t be separated by a fight, but you never know. This is pretty close tho to some of like my first thoughts, also sorry for taking a literal month to answer again the concepts I made were meant to go with this but I was going through so many drafts I legit just exploded.

The concept doodle will probs be posted tomorrow tho ;D

#Ryss responds #trolls au #n2 au #not the only one au #trolls #I’m just tryna have fun with it #so whichever option is most fun for me in the end is the one I’m going with #there’s a lot of changes to the third movie with how the cards are laid #I’m trying to think of fun ways to spice up the second movie but like tbh #not much really changes #because it doesn’t really have to #there are some fun moments I’ve thought of #like delta would def recognize branch and Floyd if I decide to let Floyd tag along #which changes entirely how lonesome flats plays out #there’s a sax battle I could do if my mystery mouseketool joins along #but then like after it’s pretty much the same lol #which I suppose is fine but you know #there’s also the fact that due to how the trolls movie timeline works if John is in da bottle he’s just missing for a month #then for the world tour #and then a month after #which is something that would become significant since John would be spending more time in troll village after movie one #but yeah lots of things rotating in this brain

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mattsobvimyfav · 2 months

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo) PT 12

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

Semi-smut ig

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y/n

“Chris, can I borrow some clothes?” I asked as we all stood up walking our plates to the sink. “Of course, lets go '' He grabs my hand leading me up the stairs, thanking god I can just ignore Matt for right now while I deal with my own emotions about this situation. “Here” Chris throws me a pair of boxers with literal hot dogs on them and a plain white T-shirt. “Get out” I say shoo’ing him out of the room “Aw, I cant stay and watch” I closed the door in his face watching him pout. I change into the clothes leaving mine in a folded pile on his dresser. “ARE YOU DONE?” He yells outside the door, I walk over to open the door and he looks at me with wide eyes ``Do NOT walk out of this room” He closed the door behind him and I looked at him confused as he turned me towards the mirror. The shirt was so unbelievably see-through and I hadn't thought about leaving my bra on. “OH MY GOD, give me a sweatshirt NOW” I yelled at Chris. He laughs again “Come on it'll just be me you and Matt you’ll be fine” I internally rolled my eyes at the fact Matt was gonna be trying to get into my pants (most likely succeeding) Chris lays on his bed and I follow laying next to him, Matt walks into the room only ten minutes later.

“Woah, showing off a lot tonight Pickle” He says casually walking over to the other dresser grabbing a pair of shorts and changing. Right there, in front of me. I took the bait staring at him and Matt looked up smirking at me. He wore just a pair of black shorts hanging dangerously low. “Come on, you can sleep in the other bedroom” Matt says opening the door “Goodnight Christopher” I say leaning over kissing his cheek “Night boobie woman” Matt broke out into laughter as I smacked Chris’ chest. Matt leads me out of the room towards another room “Can I have a phone changer” I ask knowing I was going to be on my phone most the night since I was spending it alone “Yeah, go in here I'll be right back” Matt opens a door that leads to a spare bedroom, I walk in laying on the bed waiting for Matt to come back, when he did he walked in closing the door behind him.

“Don't worry, I'm sleeping in here with you tonight” I roll my eyes looking at him “Did you sleep in here with Maddy too?” He scoffs, throwing his hand over his heart “You treat me like a common whore!” He pretends to be hurt. “Matt, I'm serious. Im not gonna do this with you if your fucking other girls. I know you made out with her.” He slides over me on the bed placing a kiss on my forehead “It was a mistake, I'm only doing this with you” He places a kiss on my cheek lying next to me “So what, we are just friends with benefits right?” I ask turning to face him “Yes, lots of benefits” I giggle as he starts to tickle my sides. “Okay Matt, time for bed. No benefits tonight buddy we have school. Oh yeah, can I borrow a sweatshirt tomorrow?” I ask as I roll onto him laying my head into his chest “Of course, you can borrow anything of mine Princess.” I roll my eyes. “That's more than friendly Matthew, Go to bed.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead before we both close our eyes going to sleep.

The next morning I wake up to my alarms, Matt waking up with me. He immediately places a kiss on my forehead. “Good morning Princess, do you need to shower?” I shake my head no getting out of the bed “Do you have a tooth brush, and a closet?” I smiled at him as he rolls out of bed, I could have practically passed out right then and there. He had bed head, his stumble more prominent, his shorts so low threatening to show his member, which was half way hard. I was basically drooling. “Wanna have some benefits before school?” He asked, placing his body against mine, slipping his hand behind me onto my ass “You make it so hard to say no” As soon as I finished my sentence his lips were connected to mine in a passionate make out. He pulled me back sitting on the bed as I startled him, after about three minutes of just passionately making out I push myself up off of him “Come on Matt, we have school” I say turning around “Your just gonna leave me like this” He says, I turn facing him, hes leaned back showing me his boner in full force “Lets gooooo” I say grabbing his hand pulling him off the bed.

Matt gave me a white sweater and I put my leggings back on from the day before with my uggs, I took my hair down letting the braids leave it curly throwing in two small braids in the front to keep it out of my face, “Good morning pickle” Nick says as I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I place my head on his shoulder as we stood there in silence brushing our teeth.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Matt standing at the kitchen table in a yellow and black striped polo shirt that had a collar on it and some blue jeans. I don't know why Matthew has looked so much more attractive the past couple of weeks. “Ready?” Matt asked standing up straight with Chris behind him, I nod yes looking up at him.

Once we get to school I told the boys to go in since I wanted to wait for the bell to ring to not see Haylee. I grabbed Matt's keys locking the door while walking into the front office to check in since I decided to wait a couple extra minutes.

Matthew-

You good Princess?

y/n-

Matt FRIENDS dont call each other endearing names. Yes I am fine, thank you.

Matthew-

FRIENDS dont make eachother cum either.

I rolled my eyes shoving my bag into my locker grabbing my books for the first couple of periods remembering my dad should be home in the next hour. I pulled my phone out to text him.

y/n-

Hey dad, I slept at the boys last night. Could you bring me something for lunch around 11:30?

Father-

Of course. Honey.

Ah, my father, the man who cannot figure out the space bar on his iphone correctly. I giggle looking at his text simply hurting it before slipping in an airpod. I wasn't really in the mood to have anyone talk to me today, I queued up a few songs after Les by Childish Gambino came on and tapped my fingers along with my book as I walked into math taking my seat and starting on my work.

I walked into ELA as my teacher called my over, I slipped out my airpod and she patted the seat next to her “How are you doing y/n” She asked with her smile, she was a very sweet teacher she had me as a student the past three years and she made me feel warm in her presence “I'm good, How are you this year?” I asked smiling back at her “I've been good, I have noticed you are doing well but have not asked to go to Ms. Scaponis office?” She questioned, the recent years I would spend days in her office because I couldn't stop crying from the aggressive texts my mother would send me throughout the day “I haven't been to my moms, I have been feeling okay but I guess I should go down and talk to her about the other things going on” I say looking down at my hands that were holding my airpods “Lucky for you, we are just watching a TED talk today, why don't you go spend the periods up till lunch with her” I nodded grabbing my stuff, I knew Ms. Scaponi put her up to this because i haven't been into her office even for a fun visit to take some goldfish.

“Good morning” I say walking into the familiar room “My girl, where have you been?” She asked as I took a seat in the chair across from her “I haven't been to my moms, I haven't had a lot going on besides ghosting Haylee yesterday” She nodded, not questioning it because I had told her the questionable things Haylee has pulled. “Okay, how about the Sturniolo boys, I see you're spending a lot of time with them” I smiled, ready to tell her everything that had been happening.

After about an hour of talking there was a knock on the door “Come in!” Ms. Scaponi says as I sit up correctly “DAD!” I yelled jumping up to hug my best friend “Hey honey, I didn't know what you wanted” he said handing me a bag of mcdonalds “I got the boys some food too, seeing as I figured they didn't bring food either” I hugged him again thanking him just as the bell rang signaling it was time for lunch “Mr. y/l/n , could you stay for a minute?” Ms. Scaponi asked my dad as I gave her a questioning look and my father nodded before shoo’ing me off to lunch.

“Say you love my father” I say standing behind the boys holding up the bag as they were all at their lockers “i LOVE your dad” Chris says grabbing the food from my hand grabbing a fry immediately placing it in his mouth. “WE love your dad” Matt and Nick say as they shovel through the bag “Jesus, can we get to the cafeteria first” I say ripping the bag from their hands. They followed in suit behind me as I walked towards the cafe looking through the bag. We ate our lunch laughing and talking. I haven't decided if I was going to stay for the whole day or not but today seemed to be going fine so I figured I should.

After working on my project with Matt and going to gym class, it was time for our combined period with Chris “Thank god, I hate only having one class with you” Chris said sitting on my desk facing me after the teacher had given us permission to do whatever, I pulled my airpod out of my ear “I know, your life sucks without me” I looked up smiling at him “Hey, our last game is friday. You're gonna finally come to one?” Matt asked, sitting on Chris' seat “I guess I'll come, it's your senior game right?” they both nodded “Do I need to get you a present or something?” I asked, I didn't have a senior game seeing as I quit my high school team last year. I would at least get a senior game for softball. “No, but we wouldn't object if you did!” Chris said “I know what you can get me” Matt said and my cheeks immediately turned a light shade of pink “Ew dude” Chris said scoffing back at Matt “Get me the same” He winked “I actually cannot handle you two your disgusting” We finished the rest of the period laughing and joking with each other and it was finally the end of the day

“Hey, meet us at the car!” Matt yelled as they were walking towards their lockers. I grabbed my bag and shoved whatever homework I had from the day into it. I looked up seeing Haylee giving me a nasty look from down the hallway, I hadn't even read her messages from the night before, I was just going to let Nick read them and tell me if it was worth my time in the car. I turned around walking out of the school doors.

“So who's going with me to get my nails done!” I asked hoping in the backseat of the car after noticing how overgrown and gross my acrylics looked. “All of us” Nick said smiling back at me “Perfect, can we stop my dads for money and for me to change? I'll make the appointment.”

Matt nodded backing out of his parking spot as I called my favorite nail spot making for appointments, We made it back to my dads house all dropping our bags by the front door “Dad, can I have money please look at my rank ass nails” I said shoving my overgrown and basically deformed french tipped nails “Of course, what're you gonna get?” he asked, pulling out his wallet “I don't even know yet, good question.” He handed me two one hundred dollar bills, knowing my nails were at most fifty dollars. “I'm gonna go change, dad hang out with the boys” I say as they all sit on the couch with him and I run up the stairs. I changed into a pair of my UMASS sweatpants in case I decided I wanted to get my toes done, and one of my sweatshirts from my soccer season. I threw my hair into a messy bun grabbing my wallet, throwing the money my dad gave to me into it and running back down the stairs.

“Okay im ready, I’ll be back after. I might make them stop at target first though” I say sitting next to my dad to see what he was doing on his laptop. “Alright, have fun honey. Let me know what you want for dinner” I hugged my dad, grabbing my car keys looking at the boys “Matt drives my car, I need to find which nails I am going to get!” I say handing my keys to them “Okay princess” Matt says taking them from my hand smirking down at me, I roll my eyes since my father was right there as we all walked out to door to go get our nails done.

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fictionalmenmistress · 8 months

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A VERY IMPORTANT ANALYSIS, FINALE META, AND AT THE END, FUTURE SEASON TAKE; HANNIBAL (important to read to the end)...

I just finished Wrath Of The Lamb, for the very first time, after binging the series over the course off and on from like, spring to now... the last day of summer, of 2023. Tomorrow, in this timeline, it will be the very first day of the season of Autumn. I say binge, because I would hyperfixate and binge it in three segments. Season one moved a tad slow for me, as I was developing my interest, being courted and romanced by the format and unique design flavor of the show, and meeting the characters (I didn't really care much for Garrett Jacob Hobbs tbh, so that took a bit for me to want to get through), and I wanted to see more of Hannibal most of all (whom I loved and knew previously, through the movies), so I ended up taking a lil break about halfway(?) through the first season. But ohhh... like all of us, it consumed me whole, and I came willingly. Then after some months(?) (Like Will, I lost time a lot during my consumation of HANNIBAL, so I lost time. I'm not sure... its all a blurr how it came about, then to now), I came back, and got to season 2, and then I didn't stop. After season 2, I took a small break to try and pace myself... draw it out a bit more. Relish in the sweet savor, before everything was gonna heat up again. I went on an adventure across the world for a month, so, my binging was also stiffled during season 2, then. And then I went hard, again. Hannibal hannibal, I am a cannibal...

I lingered there... in the moment mid-season, before the three years later. Before the Red Dragon. When Hannibal and Will were on Verger Estate, and the last they had of one another... before Will moved on. I relished in that taste, of THEM. Out and about. Then I went back in, about a few days later. Every episode had ads throughout, long ads (thanks, hulu), so often I didn't sleep all night to watch just two or three episodes, then sleep during the day.

And I finally, made it here. The Finale, ended.

I do feel that the end was... sudden. A simple way to lay out the complexity of it. Quick, feeling. It was beautiful, but unfortunately thanks to the internet, reading show analysis as I went that would mention ending spoilers too, and being on twitter and tumblr... coming avidly to the party with cake, ready to dance, ten years late... I have seen and knew plenty well, what was to come. I recieved the impression that "will and hannibal die at the end" and "will got married" and "alana changes her look drastically, and is a lesbian" (but she's actually probs bi?) and of course, seen over and over, gifs handed right to me... of the cliff fall. Them holding one another close, covered in blood. Then... drop.

But here's the thing. The direction is clear, they didn't die. And its just as tragically poetic, in both ways. Now, if its going to forever be left here, its just fine to leave it open to your own opinion, but I do see the intent here. Bedelia's acting was rather framed odd, through, as she was confirmed to have *NOT* cooked her leg, and it was Hannibal, and there are THREE place settings, because I did at first get this weird impression from how quick it all flowed and how it was framed, that she was eagerly cracked (mentally, by hannibal, and given in to her fate) and waiting... which would be very likely for this show and an interesting route to take. But, I digress gladly, as I am very happy this WAS intended to be confirmation that Hannibal and Will made it... and though they were not in the picture, they were running that show, even in the end.

That dive... was symbolic. Like everything about them, it was multi-dimensional. Will, holding on to his last bit of justice and avengement and revenge (for his family, for Abigail again, for Hannibal drilling into him, just... everything), taking the last of Hannibal. In multiple ways. It was his... reconciliation. His final move, his forgiveness and peace, all in one. Then there's the "can't live WITH him... can't live WITHOUT him" dilemna line, this moment showing both the confliction and resolve of that for Will AND Hannibal... and also Will's conflict and impulsive resolutement to solve that tug and pull he will forever live with... just as Hannibal's impulse to free himself of it, was absurdly actually allowing himself to reach a point of desparation when he felt the need to eat will, as the final and only way to be free from his pull and hold on him.

Hannibal's love for him, all consuming. Will's obsession for Hannibal, all drowning. Will was later than hannibal, to realize, and allow himself to realize and admit, that its love for him, too. Hannibal surrendered to Will fully and accepted and stepped into being fully consumed by falling in love willingly, when he realized, "Will I'll wait for you. I surrender. At last, I allow someone else to control me, wholly, and fully I relinquish all of my control to you. Forever, its yours." Will still was confliced and feeling both love and confusion and complete decided resolve, and fighting that dilemna of truth he knows, but is not willing to face or embrace all the way(?), and facing/embracing his becoming, the whole time.

The fall, for Will also, was him fully surrendering himself as well, to Hannibal. He both took the plunge, to sacrefice them tragically, sacrefice their love FOR them, on an altar of their own design, ("this is my design"), for the greater good of all. For the greater good of them, too. And let destiny intertwined with fate, decide what came after... if they live or die from it all. Sacrefice HIMSELF, and put BOTH of them down. But also... more poetically, its when he fully embraced and also surrendered himself to fully leaning into accepting his becoming. He was one with Hannibal. He knew he loved Hannibal at this point, and he finally not just accepted it, but leaned into it... just as Hannibal did by surrendering all of himself, *for* Will, *TO* Will.

And it was so tragic, Will also knew that they must do this. Together. Just like back in the house... at the finale of season 2. Kill together, was Hannibal's plan with him. They must, again, die together. END, together. Their beginning, their End, them. Their becoming. Immortally... tragic death. Together at last, fulfilled.

I can almost envision their smiles, as they held onto one another... finally complete, as they fell. They knew what was coming, but they knew what they were. Every question for one another, and for themselves internally, together answered. All at once, laid to rest. Finally surrendered and fully open to one another. United, soul-tangled. That was everything, for them. Even as they fell, they were willing. Surrendered. In a state of total serene vulnerability, after the intimacy and climax of fighting and killing, vanquishing the beastly dragon, together. (Yes, that was a symbolic innuendo). They were happy. It was now, both Hannibal's becoming for them, and Will's becoming for them... unified as one...

If they survived, then, (which they did, its confirmed) its clear then, what waited for Will on the other side. He is fully Actualized. They both are, together. For both of them, its... new life. Born again, poetically... for they are one, together. They survived and thus have been given their new lives, surrendered to one another, happy, free. Everyone thinks they are dead. Everyone thinks they are gone. Their families mourned and release them, laid them to rest, with their fate. And they are... they've run off. The transformation, has completed itself. And there will be no more attempted killing one another... its... complete. The courtship, the contrasting and fighting back against togetherness, the tension, and reconing of figuring out their dynamic, and what it means to THEM, as individuals and a duo... and what it will be, after all. They are now in the next moment, together.

Which brings us... to Hannibal keeping his date with Bedelia. Post credits. He always keeps his promises... even death cannot deny Dr. Lecter being a man of his word. For he is neither of heaven nor hell's forces, and will not be denied. After all, its Hannibal's world, and we are all just living in it. That's why the show is called "HANNIBAL". And Will and him shall feast, and survive, together. All is right in the world, and everyone simply knows what they need to know. They finally go off together. And all is finally even... forgiven. All jabs taken, all shots, all stabs and slashes... its all even, all complete in its phase, now. ("Even, Steven.") Will and Hannibal, are one. One couple, a united team. A marriage. And they have both, surrendered to it, and chosen to embrace it fully, with open arms. They *are* Actualized.

This keeps going through my head... "see you on the other side." That expression. They needed to plunge, that was Will's final step. Now, everything is... evolved. Completed. What lies on the other side, is a new chapter in their stories. The past, their lives before, laid to rest. The future, now theirs only, to write. They've stopped running, from one another. And are now ironically more free and themselves and fulfilled, on the run, than they ever were before. They's stopped fighting destiny, and embraced it.

Its quite beautiful and poetic... as it always has been.

Now... The Silence Of The Lambs. I have faith that somehow, in some way in the future, we WILL see season 4. And they will succeed in its creation, and maybe even season 5 or 6, EAGERLY, once it gets back in motion. I do strongly believe that. Somehow in some way, it will happen. It feels... right. And with everyone still so driven, its only a matter of time, now. Its something time cannot outrun. Its a canon event in our timeline, I would bet a fortune on it. Someone will pop up and be the final key deal to setting the prepped lumber to burn, ablaze. And it will go like wildfire and everyone is going to be ecstatic. The show will have been revived. Have new life... and so will Hannibal and Will. Everyone will.

But I've seen a lot of takes, where people are afraid of Clarice coming in; when she can, and when she definitely will. This has all led to this, too, just as everything before it continued to build to every moment and landmark in their stories, ALL of the character's stories, thus far.

Its been ten years and I've never seen this take, so here's mine.

We have nothing to fear. Will and Hannibal are not just *ONE* and avoiding it or scared to face it, they ARE an item. They are at last, complete. That is FIXED in the story from this point on... its all led to this. Just as they are fixated, now, their stories together are a fixed point, too. Now I say, the show made us fall madly in love with Will Graham. And Will Graham, with Hannibal Lecter. Would the excellence of the show, not also make us fall in love with Clarice Starling? The only other, worthy of Hannibal Lecter in every iteration? And if Will is his beloved, as Hannibal is Will's, finally... I present a third, very excellent, very untapped but high potential dynamic. That could be juicy brilliant, compelling, conflicting. Hannibal and Will having their time together, just them, complete gay romance and marriage... just them. While Clarice develops as a character, parallel to them, on her own journey with them on theirs, just like Will was when HANNIBAL began. And they have their blissful murder husband honeymoon phase, they never had yet. Its poetic and beautiful... and on the side, we get to know Clarice... and where she fits into this post-fall (falling in love, falling for love, literally and tragically and physically), FBI situation. But I reckon, what if it comes to her pursuing them, and they pursue and play cat and mouse with her, too? The same push and pull tension, in the same brilliant way, and we get to see all of it happen with them together. And I present... what if she? Became *THEIR* obsession? Their destined third. The trifecta... the symbolic, holy trinity. We know Hannibal (character, book, and show) loves his biblical proportions symbolism and analogies. Murderous threesome soulmates... a polycule. Now that... can take this flaming titanic on a whole 'nother next level of WILD mad love. Brilliance.

Hannibal, Will, Clarice. It could have even been foreshadowed, all this time... that they were destined to have a third. Be a "family", complete together, with a younger female counterpart, of SOME kind. But she would not come in the form of a daughter... no, we've seen that. We've been given Abigail, and her time has passed. Micha, and she was laid to rest. They have healed from the loss and position of that dynamic in relation to them. No... she would be theirs, their third, in a new way. Different than Alana ever could be.

How bloody interesting.

If I was one of the writers for Hannibal, that personally would be the route I would pitch and lean to take, as both the shocking turn and sinker, that consumes us all. I think it could be so thrilling. So excellent, dynamic, new, yet iconically perfectly them, somehow. Its their next chapter. She is their next development. The final dynamic... peices, falling into place. The idea may be a love it or hate it for some, but if the show did take that route, I just know they would behold it to us in a way that would make all neigh sayers, and those hesitant of it, fall madly and utterly captivated. Just as it always has... in the disturbingly beautiful, all consuming influence, of HANNIBAL.

"I believe... that sentence, is what they would reffer to, as a 'Mic Drop'. But you've picked the Mic up again, Will."

Any direction we are shown next, will be excellent, and not one to fear. But one that will be beheld, and beloved, just as brilliant as all previous, in the end. Trust Fuller!! Mads and Hugh ♡ and everyone in love with laying out its creation perfectly and intricately.

It will be beautiful.

(Please do share any thoughts or ideas or responses in the comments or reblogs!! I would love to see what you think.♡)

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myheartalivewrites · 7 months

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Weekend WIP Game

Thanks for tagging my @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius and @daisymae-12!

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

1. WIP List: I'm definitely a one-at-a-time sort of person. I hate having unfinished WIPs hanging about, it stresses me out. That said, I've got three docs with a substantial number of words in them:

[Dark and Stormy]

[Provence] (more here)

Oxford Nights

AND there's one more WIP I've finished working on and am hoping to start posting tomorrow (ahem ahem ahem) which is not on that list but I’m counting anyway

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

[Provence] at nearly 14k

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Probs that one, I don’t think I’m even halfway through with it! It’s not going to be long-long though

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Oh God, I don't know. I've not worked on [Dark and Stormy] for a while, that's the one I'm most looking forward to getting back to

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Lol, right now [Dark and Stormy] is intimidating bc I want to change the whole beginning of it. That's why I've been putting it off for oh... nine months 😬

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

The one that's gonna start posting tomorrow? Mainly bc I'm worried it's too much like a devil's threesome, even though no women are involved lol

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

Again, tomorrow's one, which is called Twice the speed (of you and me) by the way! I've asked a couple of people to read it through for me.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

Sometimes, yeah. Mainly when I try and work stuff into the plot that I'm not that interested in or that requires a lot of world building. I've started following the Matthew Lopez philosophy about it: if it's not about Alex and Henry, it has to go. It's certainly what happened with Deep Blue, and that's how I got myself out of being blocked, by limiting anything that wasn't specifically about them.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Oh, [Provence] has a character in it who I really love, she's an old friend of Arthur's, an actress in her sixties all glamour and graceful ageing, who loves Henry like a parent. Though, weirdly, she's what's got me a bit stuck on it, because I have all these ideas for what I want from her but can't quite bring myself to do the world building that comes along with that 😂

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Hah, lol. The threesome. Is the fandom ready for it? We'll see.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Dunno, actually. Maybe [Provence], just because Alex is having his bisexual awakening and feeling all jealous at Henry's sluttiness. It's not ACTUALLY angsty though.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

Yikes, what a question! All of them, my characterisation is perfect, no notes etc.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Oooh I love the [Provence] one. It's all lush, some super rich people's home, but with a touch of south of France rustic to it.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

🤷‍♀️ don't think I have an answer for this one

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

Again, just... 🤷‍♀️ I always wonder about the really smutty ones, I fret over them the most and then they turn out to be really popular so...

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Not really, though they do keep me awake at night. I woke up this morning at like five and just HAD to check on the beta feedback.

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

Nah, not really. I mean, threesome mechanics? That's new, I suppose

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

God, no, not this question. I have zero confidence on my ability to make things funny. Like, I know there are funny bits in there, but... Oxford Nights has funny bits with Alex and Henry trying shit out I guess.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Nah

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Okay, so: in one of them Henry owns a cow named MARY 😁

Tagging a meagre 4 peeps for my 4 WIPs ✌️ : @14carrotghoul @suseagull04 @happiness-of-the-pursuit and @whimsymanaged to overshare on the dash, thanks!

#wips #tag games #my writing #about me #wip #wip weekend

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hey all! for the record i do plan on doing a kinktober-adjacent writing project and post 31 fics/headcanon posts during the month of october, but something came up today and im gnna post the first fic tomorrow, i might have something small ready later tonight and post a *tentative* list of the fics prosed for week 1.

ive always wanted to participate in a kinktober project, and i dont think theres ever been a more apt time to try than this year! however, i'll lay my cards on the table here and be very upfront so as not to get anyones hopes up/disappoint anyone- my brain and schedules do not mix, so most likely its not going to be a one a day thing and more a matter of 2 or 3 one day and a few of nothing. also i'm gonna announce projects on a week by week basis to avoid having to commit to a month-long plan of action.

if all goes well i think i'll try this again in december, but like i said, we'll see how this goes.

im also probs gonna put requests on hold by the end of the week to buckle down and push through the backlog. ive been enjoying writing a lot more lately so thats really nice, and i hope to ride out this a little longer (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

hope everyone's first of october is going well

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( ̳• · • ̳) ~ ♡ You’re purrfect ♡

/ づ ~ ┗━━━━━━━━┛

#unedited srry im on mobil writing this at a gas station #today had been weird. not bad but. i have no idea when i'll be home.#anyway #.txt #delete later

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toweroftunes · 2 years

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Big Time

Another SoMa AU?! It's more likely than you think. Or, just as likely? I mean, look at the state of us on this site!

Summary: Some say that how you spend New Year's Eve indicates how the rest of your year pans out. What does it mean then, when Maka (an occasionally frustrated bookseller) and Soul (a sometimes famous actor) meet in an unlikely place on the night in question? What does the year hold in store for their burgeoning friendship? (hbo/bbc starstruck kinda au)

Rating: M (idk there's alcohol but nothing wild)

Pairings: SoMa, DeathStar(lite), probs more to be announced!

Here it is on Ao3!

Immense gratitude to @silluuuu and @shroomcult for beta-ing.

Excerpt:

A group of drunk idiots passed by, singing a spirited round of “Never Gonna Give You Up” – lyrics and laughs all going up as puffs of white in the cold air. At least someone was having fun tonight. It just wasn’t her.

“Look, Maks, it’s New Year’s Eve. The big NYE!”

“You keep on saying that. It doesn’t mean anything to me anymore, Star. All I hear is you repeating the date over and over again. ‘It’s December 31st. It’s December 31st!’ It’s like listening to the world’s worst newscaster. Is the weather forecast up next? I’m on the edge of my seat here.”

“Was that supposed to be a gotcha or something? Have to tell ya, it wasn’t very clever. Not up to your usual par, Albarn.”

“Yeah? Well, we’ve been out for a while. I’m tired.” It wasn’t that Maka didn’t like a good time out. She’d just had enough experience with what actually constituted a good night out to know that this wasn’t it. Tsubaki wasn’t with them, for one, and Tsubaki was always better at handling Star than Maka was. For two, she had things to get done tomorrow. Like laundry and dishes, ya know? So she made a show of rolling her eyes, digging the heel of her shoe into the pavement, and crossing her arms tightly in front of her.

“Oh, come off it! It’s not even eleven o’ clock. I’m not going home until at least 2am, and neither are you. How I spend tonight is gonna be how the rest of my year pans out. And I need to get fucked. You get me?”

“You need to get fucked? You realize that has a negative connotation, right? Like, you want your year to turn out shit?”

“Whatever! What are you, the connotation committee? Stop clenching your asshole alre–”

Maka shot her head up from her moping to punch him in the arm. He didn’t flinch in the slightest. He did, however, start clapping in applause.

“Yeah! That’s it! Keep up that energy!”

“You’re such a dick!”

“What else is new?” he asked with a sigh. “Listen, Maka, this place is classy . Shy Tom X is deejaying–”

“Who is Shy To–?”

“The deejay! Maka, I’m wearing my Party Shirt tonight. I look hot as hell! I need to be stared at, objectified, put on a pedestal like the god that I am! Now, we’re gonna go in there so that the patrons of this classy-ass joint can do exactly that! It’ll be like a New Year’s gift, from us to them.”

“How altruistic of us. Christ…”

“Exactly. Altruistic-like, yeah?”

She’d known Star long enough to know which arguments were losing battles. Really, considering how stubborn and conceited he was, it was most of them. Especially when they concerned his stupid Party Shirt. Anyway, she did go through the trouble of dressing up herself; eyeliner and updo to boot.

“Fine,” she sighed in defeat.

At which, Star draped an arm around her shoulders with a loud “YEAH, BABY!” before steering into the club so he could listen to the dope beats of Shy Tom X and, fingers-crossed, get fucked.

#soul eater fanfiction #soul x maka #big time #soul eater #my fics

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thesoleilla · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 12: "You kept this?"

Masterlist Fandom: Tomodachi game

Ship: Kei Shinomiya x Reader

How could such a stressful and horrible experience be the best memory you had of your relationship? You had no idea, but he sure as hell wanted to fix it.

The day you received that letter. You still vividly remember being happy to receive an invitation to a team reunion as their new member. Only to find out it was a trick. How disappointing. Well, for the most part, since that was how you got closer to Kei.

Which, bringing you to your next point, was why this letter meant so much to you - Shit, your eyes were wet.

"What's up?" Kei walked throught the door as you instantly discarded any future crying - you wouldn't dare do that in front of him.

He looked down, witnessing the letter on your knees.

"Wait, you kept this? Why? Let's throw this away, it's not worth our time."

But you couldn't. Throwing away that letter was throwing away everything you ever had with him. You couldn't do that.

"Hey, come on, give it to me, I know you're tired; I'm gonna throw it away for you. Hurry up though, the offer won't last long."

You hung onto the letter tighter.

"Why did you keep this? Even the genius I am can't understand that."

Words were racing through your brain ,fighting against each other as to which would come out first.

"I- You took a deep breath - It's the first physical memory I have of us! I can't just discard it like that! Do you know how close this stupid game brought us? Do you really think we'd be together right now if it didn't happen?" You burst out, words piling up on top of each other as your anger did, he could be so smart; so why couldn't he just understand your basic human emotions?

He seemed to be thinking hard. It was the first time you saw him actually have trouble figuring something out outside of the games, an expression you absolutely loved to see on his face.

"So the problem is you don't think we have better memories than... whatever this all but healthy game was? Come on, we can do better than that!" He was smiling warmly at you, genuinely, putting himself on the exact same level as you; something that always seemed so hard for him to do.

He took your hand and soon enough the whole week had past without your hands ever leaving each other; just going around the city and planning trips.

He swore he could make you something better than this shady organization.

@flufftober

I love/hate kinda depends on my mood lol Tomodachi game so fucking much aaah also Sorry this prob is ooc I'm a bit lazy today but it's okk I'll remake this at some point if I find this horrible tomorrow lol

#flufftober2022 #day 12 #tomodachi game #kei shinomiya #kei x reader

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dragonindigo245 · 1 year

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Predictions for Round 3 MCYT sexyman

(NGL didn't know this was happening yet so this'll be my first go around voting tomorrow lol)

Scar, not even close. Schlatt is a good contender but the Scar hype is insane.

Thinking Captain Sparkles might win but I really hope Techno pulls through. Regardless, I see this being pretty close. Techno is the one I hope to see win the whole thing but I don't think it's meant to be. If Cap Sparkles loses then I think it's the most honorable way he will go out. Ngl I kinda think this match up would have been better Round 4 but I'm not complaining either.

I'm not really in the Hermitcraft fandom but, based on what my dash looks like, Ima have to go Doc over Syemetry.

Ren only because I have no clue whom Oli is. I know the name but I see a lot more Ren love on my dash.

Cleo and Eret are gonna have a pretty close game I bet. I'm thinking Cleo will win but I'd like Eret to.

Pearl and Philza will likely be close. I'm thinking Pearl maybe? Philza is a great contender but the love for Pearl is astounding.

BDubz and LD Shadowlady is an intresting match up. BDubz is probably gonna come out on top cause he's a fan favorite. Shadowlady might not make it because she's more nostalgia based than BDubz. She does good stuff now but her hype has died down.

Joel and Ranboo is probs gonna be Ranboo. He was pretty predominant back in the DSMP days. I wouldn't be surprised if Joel puts up a fight but overal I'm decently confident in Ranboo. Regardless of who wins here, they're 100% winning round 4.

Ethos 100% beating Aimsey and I will be sad about that. I like Ethos from what I've seen about him but I'm biased. I've been listening to a lot of Aimsey stuff recently.

Scott and Jimmy is gonna be close too. I'd like Scott to win but Jimmy is likely gonna overtake him. I think out of all of these this is the one I'm least confident in my guess.

Mumbo seems like the obvious first pick but I'm thinking Impulse will pull this real close. Mumbo will likely still be on top but it might be closer than we think.

Idek who is going against Charlie. Pixlriffs is a name I haven't heard. Charlie is a good sexyman candidate so Ima have to go with him based on his own qualifications.

Joe Hills 100% winning against Xisuma. With the amount of campaigns I've seen for Joe... no shot he loses here.

Wilbur and Tango I feel is gonna be neck and neck. I think Tango might win because, again, he's a fan favorite. I think we all know that Wilbur is the pinnacle of a Tumblr sexyman though. Also, the TNT Duo art that was buzzing around? Idk, I think Tango is a great candidate but Wilbur does sexyman better. Yk what, Ima have faith and make my guess Wilbur.

Grain is 100% winning against Keralis. No question about it.

MythicalSausage is another name I don't know so tbh I'm not sure how he stacks up against Quackity. All I know is there's plenty of love for Myth Saus. This is an uneducated guess but I think he might beat Quackity.

#mcyt sexyman #mcyt #sexyman tournament #mcyt sexyman tournament

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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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25, 38, and 40 - pls feed me my bb poet 🥰

hello coolest person in the world

What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

since it's you asking this lol... nectar jimin could afford the fancy vampire college cuz he was on an athletic scholarship for soccer~ i only mentioned the dance troupe he's part of cuz it's way sexier than him asking reader to watch a soccer game imo jhskdfs

What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

(ik you already know this but i think it's the best response lol) this is probs something most people would be horrified to do, but i read my fics to my partner lolll and sometimes they give me ideas. i'll be like "how the fuck do i end this" and they normally give me weird fucking ideas that i don't use but the conversation usually helps me think of something new. i never share the smut tho cuz that is WEIRD WEIRD i'm not that weird 💀 fluff and angst only 💀

Please share a poem with me, I need it.

how did i knowwww you would ask this. i'll give you one of mine and a ~professional~ one. i'll put them under the cut cuz mine is Mature (of course it is) and also mental health tw

prose poem by meeeee

PORTRAIT OF THE PLEASANTLY DEPRESSED

(After Terrance Hayes)

I am convinced I’ll never be rid of these granola motherfuckers

with their ganja-smoking, Trikonasana-posing, I-don’t-trust-

pharmaceuticals-but-I’ll-eat-50-tabs-of-acid having asses who

try to tell me that vitamin D and what little endorphins a knee-

busting StairMaster workout is gonna release are gonna relieve

me of the ever-present, mind-numbing, wrist-slitting dull ache

that has and will continue to rage inside the confinements

of my skull, as if I ain’t already tried to run away from my own

brain on an elliptical, or fuck it into submission, or pop

my titties out on a poolside lounge chair and soak up more D

than just some vitamins, nah, they can keep their meditations

and their culturally-appropriated gods, and I’ll keep my weekly

therapist kickbacks and my medication medley, and

they can hold their tongues when I make jokes about dying

because these granola motherfuckers will never understand

what it feels like to look death in the face every time you look

into the mirror and still find beauty in each chocolate freckle.

and one of my favorite poems by gwendolyn brooks - the last two lines fuck me up

TO THE YOUNG WHO WANT TO DIE

Gwendolyn Brooks

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.

The gun will wait. The lake will wait.

The tall gall in the small seductive vial

will wait will wait:

will wait a week: will wait through April.

You do not have to die this certain day.

Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.

I assure you death will wait. Death has

a lot of time. Death can

attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is

just down the street; is most obliging neighbor;

can meet you any moment.

You need not die today.

Stay here--through pout or pain or peskyness.

Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow.

Graves grow no green that you can use.

Remember, green's your color. You are Spring.

ask me some weird writer questions 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

#The Great M #here2bbtstrash #ask game #jai asks

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thesconesyard · 1 year

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I struggled to write anything today. (Probs cause vacation is over and back to work tomorrow), so here’s a little more Bourbon, before I forget in the press of work. Gonna go attempt to write now.

One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Temporal Anomaly

Part 3

“Where’s the hatch?” he heard Kirk ask.

“Here,” Scotty said. He had walked to the far side of the ship. The others joined him as he opened a panel and began to poke inside. “There we are,” he said as the hatch opened.

Quietly the three men followed the Captain through the door.

“There,” Spock said, and pointed forward.

They could all see a man slumped over the controls at the front. McCoy slid past the others and quickly pulled out his tricorder.

“He’s alive,” he finally said. “Unconscious, most likely a head injury.”

“Let’s get him to medbay,” Kirk said.

McCoy pulled out his comm and made a quick call.

“Gurney is on its way. Don’t touch him until I get more help,” McCoy instructed. He turned back to his tricorder as Kirk and Spock moved off towards the back of the ship.

“He’s got a familiar look to him,” Scotty said to McCoy.

McCoy looked up from the tricorder readings. Scotty was right. There was something about the unconscious man, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“His vitals are all good. Very good for a man his age,” McCoy said.

“Who do ye suppose he is and where did he come from?”

“No idea,” McCoy said.

“Hey Scotty! You’ll want to see this!” Kirk called.

“Excuse me Doc,” Scotty smiled.

McCoy smiled back. He hoped it wasn’t a mistake leaving him alone with the unconscious man. He turned again to the readings on the tricorder.

McCoy startled when the man mumbled something. He looked up but the man was still out. He could have sworn the man said ‘Jim.’

He was still staring when he jumped again as a new voice broke his thoughts.

“Dr. McCoy?”

McCoy looked over to see two of his nurses with the gurney. Another glance at the tricorder and he put it away.

“He’s unconscious. Let’s get him on the gurney.”

Within moments they had the man carefully laid out. Now that McCoy could see his face fully the familiarness was even more apparent. He gave his head a light shake.

“Wait for me at the lift,” McCoy directed his nurses, then he followed the sound of voices to where the other three men were.

“I’m taking him to medbay,” McCoy interrupted.

“Alright Bones, keep me updated,” said Kirk.

#star trek #Leonard McCoy #Montgomery Scott #James T Kirk #Spock #the mystery is afoot #one bourbon one scotch one temporal anomaly

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mlmxreader · 9 months

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Hiya!! How you doing?

Okay first off 😂😂 I love that someone looked at those two cats and was like "yes, absolutely. I have a use for you." (Hehe, did you like that reference?)

Second.... commoner reader that Jane's recruits to help with his vendetta whomst he falls for and even dreams of him??? 👀👀👀👀 Oh my words..... *loud whisper* do it.... (obviously no pressure) DO IT!!!!!

Third. I am on my way over to uni right now but that gives me some time to get through what I can see as some updates (thank you again, lovely) but the feedback may be short and probs repetitive (I.e., OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS. WHAT THE HELL. I FLIPPING LOVED IT!!!) So apologies in advance of that.

But, take care, be as well as you can be (write that Delaney piece <if you want> 👀👀 *no pressure*) and I'll talk to you soon.

🖤🖤🖤

🐍anon

hi!!!! I'm okay, thank you; my tattoo is tomorrow so I'm hoping to get most things done, I've got a double shift today but we've got less cats in than usual (end of the summer holidays thing), so it's not as demanding and tiring this time, thankfully. plus, I don't have to pay for my tattoo tomorrow either, so that's a bonus!! I just gotta make sure I have something to eat before I go bc I gotta get on the bus at 0800 lmfao

first off!! Max is a doll, unfortunately. he isn't a hissy, scratchy cat, he's a total softie so he's not like our Max 😔 BUT!!!! Furiosa? an absolute feisty little girl!! she's only 12 months old, but she WILL attack shoelaces, and the broom, and everything else lmfao. but, admittedly, I love them both, I can't lie 😭

second, the James idea..... I have been thinking many thoughts, so it MAY be a possibility that, if I have time today/tonight or tomorrow..... something may happen. most likely on ao3. 👀 I've got a vague concept in my head and a few ideas bouncing around but I've only got an hour until my 2nd shift today so it won't be within the next few hours, buuuuuuuuuuut... there IS something going on. I did think that MAYBE, they knew each other before James was presumed dead but the reader never got the chance to tell him how he felt before everything kicked off. but he's still loyal to James more than anyone else. and MAYBE he'd worked for the Delaneys before but he stopped working for them when James went missing - maybe as a gardener or something.

third!! good luck getting to uni, I hope you have a safe journey!!! you're very welcome, but it it's too much or you're too strapped for time, feedback can ALWAYS wait! I'm most likely gonna be around from 19:00 (British time) tonight, so there is absolutely no rush so please don't feel pressured!!!

but, thank you ��🏻 I'll be going to work in about an hour, and then hopefully I can think of some more ideas while I'm there 👀

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt. 1

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Y/N’s POV:

"Are you almost ready?" Haylee asked from the bathroom. "Yes, just waiting on you," I yelled back. Tonight was the first party of the school year we were attending; I was excited to see everyone since I had spent most of the summer traveling with Haylee. "Okay, we have to pick up Daniel and his friends." Haylee walked in, looking at her phone; I took in her appearance. My best friend was beautiful. There was no doubt about it. "Who are his friends?" I asked, standing up as she grabbed her keys and a jacket. She was the designated driver always, she never drank, and I always drank a little too much. "Bye, Mom!" We both yelled, walking out the front door; her big family welcomed me with open arms once they learned about my home life. "I dont know his friends; maybe you'll like one of them." She nudged my shoulder as I got into the passenger side. Haylee thinks I'm crazy for never dating in high school, I dont see the point, I would rather just have fun.

We pulled up to Daniel's house while he pilled out with 4 other friends and walked over to my door opening it. "Out, sweetheart. I get shotgun for paying for everything." I rolled my eyes but gave it because it was confirmed he paid for all my alcohol and to fill Haylee's tank. "Lucas, thank god," I said, grabbing his arm and knowing I could sit on a friend's lap rather than some random kid's.

The ride was filled with singing and talking amongst everyone while I finished a bottle of pink Moscat, and I felt it as we pulled up to the college baseball house. I got out of the car when one of the unfamiliar kids said, "Dont get out of the car." I looked behind me at the boy. "Excuse me?" I said, and that's when Haylee whipped her head around, hearing the attitude. Laced in my voice, "I said dont get out of the car yet." I looked at the boy, bewildered. Someone who doesn't know me could think I would take his directions. "Shut the fuck up; I dont even know you, weirdo." I go to step out of the car. “I'll slump you right here if you get out," I scoffed and heard Daniel say something as I exited the car, walked around the back, and was immediately on the ground.

"Stupid choice," I said as I stood up laughing. Haylee ran out of the car, and I walked towards the baseball house. "Did he just hit you," My friend Zay said, grabbing my shoulders. I nodded my head yes. As the realization set in, my jaw started hurting immensely. Zay and three of his friends ran off in the direction of the car as I walked towards the house, and two college boys led me in, holding two frozen chicken patties to my face as I sat on the couch. I didn't know what happened to the boy after that until Haylee entered the house. "Come on, let's go home." I nodded, getting up and thanking all the baseball houses for whatever they had done outside.

"He got jumped." I ignored Haylee's comment; I was embarrassed; I knew I shouldn't be seeing that I didn't do anything wrong, but getting punched in the face was embarrassing. I looked in the car mirror inspecting my two black eyes, no doubt from how hard I hit my head on the cement. As soon as we got home, I called my cousin to come to get me and bring me to my dad's house. Knowing that only the second week of school would start the day after tomorrow, I wanted to figure out how I would deal with the questions.

I was lying in bed scrolling through Snapchat stories when I saw the video. This kid was jumped by at least ten other guys, and my friend Zay stood over him, yelling how this is what happens when you hit a girl. As I lay my head down to finally sleep, I started getting a call from one of my friends from my old school. Keelin. I pick it up knowing it's better to face it now rather than avoid it "Where does he live?" I rolled my eyes "What happened to hi? Hello, how are you?" He scoffed. "I'm not fucking around. Tell me where he is-" I cut him off, yelling, "I dont know, I dont even know the kid's name." He sighed.

"Tell. You. Father." The silence was all that was heard on the phone. No shot. My father is 6'2" with muscles on his arms, which are larger than my head, and one thing about him is that he does not play about his little girl. "Stupid thing to say Key" He scoffed “I'll find him and get some rest. Let me know how you feel tomorrow" I hung up throwing my phone off the bed, not wanting to be bothered by it anymore tonight and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the following day to over 100 notifications. Including Keelin, Haylee, and, worst of all, Jackson. My ex-situations for my freshmen, sophomore, and junior years. He was switching schools this year so I finally cut off our toxicity and stopped speaking to him at the beginning of summer. I ignored everyone but called Haylee to come get me for Dunkin. I quickly changed into sweats and a crop top, seeing as it was only the beginning of September, so it was still a little warm. I walked into the living room to see my father. "What the fuck happened to you" I giggled at him. "Got in a fight, nothing serious." He rolled his eyes, knowing I was quick to fight someone, and didn't question it. "Going to Dunkin with Haylee, want anything" He shook his head no and handed me a fifty dollar bill, His way of showing love. I hugged him, running out to Haylee's car.

We spent that entire Sunday watching movies and relaxing, seeing as I was in crazy pain. It felt like my jaw had been broken. We prepared for the stares and questions that we would be hit with the next day at school, and she decided to stay over to drive us both to school because, apparently, a black eye meant I was incapable of driving. Once it finally hit 11, we finished our showers and skin care before laying in bed, scrolling through TikTok, setting our alarms for the following day, and putting on a YouTube video of rain sounds to fall asleep to.

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