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cheriladycl01 · 2 months

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The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader Part 5

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!

Credit to macrazylive for the GIF

As said in your interviews you did spend the time in the break working on your fitness. You and Zhou stayed in Switzerland the whole time, you both were in the gym pretty much everyday.

You guys watched as your team made core improvements to the car, using lots from the Ferrari currently on the grid. You knew the car would be quicker for Italy and you were excited to race there as it was a track your car would do well in.

You didn't think much about what happened with Carlos either, because why would you. It was a heat of the moment thing where there was an obvious attraction to Carlos, he had the hair, the puppy dog eyes, those soft muscles and the accent. The accent was the thing that really got you.

You'd worked too hard to get to where you are now and you weren't going to risk neither your job, nor your reputation for a guy. Regardless of how insanely attractive you found him.

The break between your last race in Australia until IMOLA felt very short despite it being a two weekend gap. Your mind was extremely clear and you were ready for this weekend.

You and Zhou flew to Italy from Switzerland and went right to the track. You both messed around for the whole of media day to the point where people couldn't actually find you both.

You were causing chaos round the paddock, running up and down the strip seeing who could do it the quickest or seeing who could sneak into a different teams hospitality and take a snack.

When media did find you, both you and Zhou couldn't stop laughing at everything the both of you were saying. Sometime's you'd say a joke to him in Chinese which obviously had the two of you screaming of laughter while the team and presenters awkwardly tried to work out what was so funny.

You eventually answered the racing related questions which everyone especially your PR managers were happy for even though you couldn't tell them about any of the improvements on the car. Just that you felt like this would be an more interesting race putting you into the higher mid field than you were right now.

Race day came so soon, and after being told to attempt to sand bag a little in FP1 coming 11 overall. You ended up qualifying 8th overall, which wasn't what you or you team were looking for but after running into some last minute car issues you just weren't there.

Saturday was awful, because of those car issues you didn't actually manage to get out for FP2 and went straight into the Sprint race. Luckily you were in points position coming in P7.

When it came to the race your car was fully ready and so were you. Zhou however had the opposite of you, where he had to have work done on his car when in Parc-Ferme conditions so he had to start from the pit lane.

You'd managed some immense overtakes throughout the race and you managed to come P4. It was your highest position yet and your race engineer couldn't be happier with you.

"Amazing race Y/N, guessing you had changes to the car after Australia and well, we really got to see your driving abilities up there today. You know considering that was a mid-field car, you really really showed us what you are made off!" the interviewer offers.

"Yeah it was a fantastic drive, just shy of a podium. Lando, was driving extremely well and defended from me until the end and I cant congratulate him more for that podium. Is it okay if i call this short, I want to be there to support my friend!" you smile, looking at the time next to the clock by the interviewing knowing the podium would be soon.

"Yes, yes of course!" she shoos you away, making comments on how you have some of the purest and kindest relationships on the grid.

You ran up to where all the Mclaren and Red Bull workers stood. You waited off to the back waiting for Max, Sergio and Lando to come out.

"Hey, we haven't spoken for a while" a voice says behind you making you jump a little.

"Lewis?" you ask in shock, looking around to see if anyone else was here from Mercedes but he seemed to be alone.

"Yes, Y/N?" he asks looking directly at you.

"What are, what are you doing here?" you ask.

"Just watching the celebrations. Well done on the race today, you did amazing!" he compliments making a light blush come across your cheeks.

"Thank you, I er, would say the same for you but today was a kind of shit show for you!" you smile softly.

"Yeah, the car had no pace at all. I'll come back next week in Miami!" he smiles rubbing your shoulder. After a minute of silence he starts the conversation up again.

"I haven't really spoken to you for a while, what's been going on?" he asks titling his head to the side.

"I've just been focused on getting better, I-" you say about to mention Carlos but decide against it.

"You what?" he pushes looking over at you.

"Ceremony is starting, shhhhh!" you smile putting a finger up to your lip and cheer loudly as Lando comes out onto stage. Your jumping up and down, making him laugh and shake his head. All the McLaren workers turn to look at whoever was celebrating more than them, laughing when they see you.

"Of course it's her!" one of them jokes, before turning back as Sergio walks out shortly followed making the whole of the Red Bull Team go wild.

You stand there respectfully as the Deutsch National Anthem starts to play. Once it ends and everyone starts to leave where they are you turn to Lewis.

"Did you want to go out in Miami, I know this amazing Vegan restaurant and I think your personal trainer will be happy with what they serve there" he offers and you think about it for a few seconds.

I mean, Carlos literally cornered you and kissed you, but Lewis he was just asking you to dinner as friends before the next race.

"Yeah sure, I'd like that. I don't have any friends in Florida. So having one will be nice!" you smile, before your PR manager comes up to you explaining that you need to go to the race debriefing.

You and Lewis had of course been photographed in the paddock together and loads of media accounts had gotten a hold of it.

Carlos had seen these posts, some of them particularly the tweets suggesting that you were both flirting and other posts suggesting that you watched the podium together.

He was shocked at first, he was angry that you would reject him the way you did and then say yes to Lewis.

But after he had some time to cool down and realize what had actually occurred, he came to the conclusion that these posts were the exact reason you couldn't be in a relationship with him. Everyone was always up in your business and it meant that whatever you were doing outside of driving they would use to critique your skills.

You probably had just bumped into Lewis at the podium ceremony and that picture was taken at the perfect time for the media to stir ridiculous stories about Lewis asking you out on a date in Miami to a Vegan restaurant.

He understood why you said what you said, now seeing how easily picked apart your life was. But he wanted to change that, he wanted to be able to be with you without all this animosity.

But how the Miami weekend would change things Carlos or yourself wasn't prepared for.

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gunsatthaphan · 9 months

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Hi I don't have any friends that watch only friends so here I am screaming in your ask box about it

1. God something about First as Sand has me in a chokehold idk if it's the way he's styled in the show but I am NOT OKAY he's tooo damn fine

2. FirstKhao's chemistry is insane. It's at the point where I feel it kinda overtakes the whole ray is in love with mew storyline because the way ray looks at sand overshadows the way ray looks at mew? And it's probably just because khao has more chemistry with first than he does with book

3. People are probably gonna scream at me for this but I am NOT feeling topmew? They're so boring. And the thing is that I love forcebook and I think top and mew's characters are actually quite interesting. Unfortunately forcebooks acting just aren't good enough to bring out their characters. First, khaotung, neo and mark's acting has overshadowed their acting at this point. Forcebook has good chemistry off screen I just don't know why it doesn't translate on screen

4. We're finally going to get an insight on the whole topsand drama and I cannot wait. I did not expect to find out at ep 4 and since it's so quick I don't think it's anything to do with ray? Because sand still has his boundaries with ray so the whole "it's clear you just can't take care of what's yours" is leaning very closely to the theory that top slept with sand's ex and that prior to that top and sand were probably friends

5. I'm looking forward to seeing nick and sand scenes so much

Sorry for the thought dump, I hope I am making sense as English is not my main language and thank you for the only friends gifs I love them

hi there nonny!!!

my inbox exists for screaming so go ahead lmao.

Sand is doing things to me for sure like we still don't know much about him but just one look at Ray and you can tell he's already far gone djkghd truly no one is immune to First's doe eyes djhfd I'm a weak bitch for him 😩 can't wait for some of his secrets to come out 👀 .

The RayMew storyline is weak so far but I think it's more because they haven't given it a lot of screentime lol like we've seen a few jealous looks from Ray towards Top etc. but there has not been a single interaction between him and Mew that would make me think he's in love with him lmao. However after this week's episode I'm thinking they're telling this story in the past. I was surprised that this has been a non-issue in the present as Ray doesn't seem to have any trouble going all in with Sand but I think that might be why. It looks like it all peaked 2 years ago when the kiss happened etc. but we'll see about that next week I guess. But also regardless the FK chemistry I mean what can I say. my kings are slaying. I have no further comment. they have me screeching and kicking my feet 24/7 as it is but it's all peaking on Saturdays lmao. they're insane. literally nickboston who lmao. they can have all the steamy scenes they want but they will not be able to surpass the FK magic for me lol. no one does it like them. .

I feel the same about TopMew. I don't find them boring per se but compared the other 2 they lack something and it's not sex lol. I like Mew but I feel like his character is a bit inconclusive. It seems to me that he doesn't know what he wants. And it's strange to me how people worship him just because he refuses to sleep with Top lmao. that doesn't give a character a striking personality. I agree that ForceBook's acting is not as strong as the others' but so far it's not bothering me. It's noticeable but it's not the issue with their story imo. idk I just need to know about Mew's past with Ray and Top's past with Sand so I can sleep at night djhgd .

I'm very sure the top sleeping with sand's ex theory is correct like it has to be that. right??? I don't see any other possibility unless it's something boring like some business fraud or sth lmao. I don't think it has anything to do with Ray either. He might get involved once Sand finds out about his crush on Mew and maybe if the cheating theory is correct then it might have happened at the same time as the MewRay situation but I don't think he's connected to Sand's issue with Top. I just.... need to know asap lmao. .

I believe in SandNick roomies supremacy 🕯️🙏🏻🙏🏻🕯️ I really hope we get to see them live together, Sand seems so excited 🥺 And Nick is still a standalone character so it would be nice to see him with some friends around that aren't Boston's lol. thank you for liking my gifs!! 💜 can't wait for next week lol. have a nice day anon!! 💜

xxx

#only friends #only friends the series #thoughts #opinions

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oflights · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag, @teledild0nix; your post was great! also @phoebe-delia tagged me on this post a bit ago; i loved reading these so much! at this point, i'm not sure who has or hasn't done this yet, so i'm tagging anyone who sees this and wants to try it!

How many works do you have on ao3?

54 across 3 fandoms!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

1,382,065 😵‍💫

3. What fandoms do you write for?

right now it's just drarry; i have also written for hockey RPF and before that, The Social Network, but a lot of that fic is locked on livejournal. before TSN i wrote drarry 😬 which is also locked lol i'm sorry

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. up the arbor to your door (and more) - Hockey RPF (2,889) 2. all the western stars - Drarry (2,819) 3. Bloom - Hockey RPF (2,759) 4. Brand New Colony - Hockey RPF (2,558) 5. Morning to Wake You - Hockey RPF (2,056) my sid/geno hockey RPF era from 2012-2014 was pretty consistent! i do think all the western stars is about to overtake the top spot though, which is insane when you realize those fics are 9 years vs. barely 18 months old 😧

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes!! i make every effort to, though sometimes i get overwhelmed (i've fallen off a bit with The Star Splitter and it makes me super guilty!!! i need more hours in the day lol)

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i am a happy ending aficionado!! i guess if you ignore the fix-it epilogue, the answer is we hid in catacombs, which is probably the best sid/geno fic i wrote. it was a breakup fic, of course, i remain obsessed with those!

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

i really cannot think of any standout happy ending hockey fics so for this one i will say along each garden wall. sugary sweet ending after what was a genuinely sad narrative; i think i took to heart the people who were like "Close Behind was so angsty we needed more happiness to wash it down!!" and while i felt like that didn't really fit Close Behind, it worked for this one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

ha. yes! people were Not Happy about Close Behind. someone told me that i should tag it as the main pairing being Draco/Astoria and add an Ambiguous/Open Ending tag, which was very interesting and wrong. some comments i get are just odd, though. like someone got mad at me in The Star Splitter comments for naming a stuffed dragon Orion, who i guess was Sirius' abusive (?) dad?? i had no canon memory of that (and why would Draco care about that???). another person just objected to the entire premise of the fic, which i suppose is fair play if the premise of the fic is an actual philosophical argument, but yeah. it takes all sorts!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do! i like writing smut! happily, yes smut! i don't go too deep into it in every fic, though, and with drarry i've often let myself get more into plot than figuring out the best smut places. i'm in a spot mentally where i really want the smut to contribute to the plot in a significant way, which i think is a result of taking a two year fanfic break and reading nothing but literary/historical fiction in those years? idk i need to write more, it's a total shift from when i wrote hockey.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

yeah, no, not for me!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i've had some plagiarism incidents, and i guess i ask for this as a serial fic deleter, but some of my fics are on wattpad and i'd prefer they weren't lol.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! a good few.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

lol i cannot answer this question truthfully. my all-time favorite ship is just whatever i'm hyperfixated on at the moment! drarry is probably a contender just because i circled back to it after years away. (am i in a getting back together fic with drarry??)

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

i finish all my wips 🙂 honestly this is not a flex, i am terrible at abandoning projects and my brain will not let me off the hook ever.

16. What are your writing strengths?

hmm. i think characters, especially large casts of characters! i love to write big ensembles and flesh out characters even in big or small roles, plus their relationships with each other. i also think that i'm much better at giving my worlds/stories a sort of aesthetic now, if that's a writing talent? this is def a new thing to drarry for me, since i took that long fanfic break and wrote/read a bunch of original stuff.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i work at it, but i still don't know that i'm the best at describing things. i'm better at describing settings than people, that's for sure. i get bored with endless descriptions of someone's eye color and i find myself needing to justify character description with narrative relevance, which is silly.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'm a big proponent of '"[English words]," he says in French.' Or like, 'He says something in French', if the POV character wouldn't understand it. i feel like it's less immersion-breaking and more fluid. i write in several languages but wouldn't expect readers to, and i normally write such a close third person perspective that i don't necessarily want the readers to have a translation of a phrase that the POV character wouldn't have, you know?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i think officially it was veronica mars?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i'll do one for each AO3 fandom! for TSN, it was Mulligan. for Hockey RPF, Contrapositive. and for Drarry, no surprise, Close Behind.

#oflights #tag game #fic writing #this was fun!!

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justaredheadf1fan · 1 year

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The joke of Jeddah

Heyoooh!

It's (finally) time for the good stuff, I hope at least.

I wanted to comment on this, since I didn't do it on the previous post. I obviously read about Angela's departure yesterday. I know she's pursuing something else and that she's happy with her choice but it honestly makes me sad that she's left Lewis' side. Wasn't it enough losing Seb, Mick and Daniel? Not Angela too 😭

Quali - Saturday

Now onto praying for no crashes (bad ones at least). At the moment the only thing worth mentioning is Sargeant's time being erased in a turn where there's no space to go off actually, but what do you expect nowadays. He then almost crashed and barely made it out untouched. Lucky guy.

Other than that, more or less going through to Q2 the ones that always do. Drama starts now, here's hoping.

Sid the Sloth having engine issues is giving me back my will to live, but WHY IS THIS NOT HAPPENING ON THE RACE!? If this isn't fixed on time he might start tomorrow close to Sharl, and that might give Sharl an opening to crush him. Hopefully. YES, HE'S OUT!!!!!

Finally, Q3 time and now the reality check might hit me in the face. Let's see.

Looking pretty solid for Ferrari and Aston Martin, Lance putting a hell of a lap right there. Seriously, he has me on a chokehold this boy. Even Pedro de la Rosa was defending him, saying to the others "Hey hey hey, we do NOT talk shit about Lance in this house". Obviously, I'm... paraphrasing. At best 🤣 Sorry, I'm a fangirl.

Sharl getting a very good P2 but unfortunately my baby boy is getting a penalty tomorrow, so we're starting off the season really well. I know Vasseur's pulling at the hairs he no longer has at the moment. Someone help that man and Sharl 🥲

George is right there in the fight which is a good sign for sure. Lewis on the other hand is starting P8. I know there's hope, I know he can achieve anything (last year proved it), but it sucks seeing him go through this. AGAIN. Why Mercedes? WHY?

It's nice to see, or not see better said, that a certain someone isn't there. I know this is a cosmic fluke and it won't ever happen again knowing RBR, but a girl can dream. Sid the Sloth will probably overtake everyone until he gets to Checo and RBR throw team orders at him and let's him pass.

I just hope I'm wrong.

Race - Sunday

It's race day and here we go with the anxiety rocketing right before the start. Although that anthem was the light of my day. Can we talk about how BAD that sounded!? My goodness, what was that?

Anyway, so now I'm here waiting for the Top 6 so crash in into each other. I mean, that Top 6 is absolute CHAOS. In George, Esteban and Lance we trust. I saw this post that Marina sent me a couple hours ago and I'm still laughing.

Okay, so this started off well for Alonso and the rest, Alonso getting ahead but just a few seconds later there was a flash of news saying he started on the incorrect position. This is fucking insane already.

5-second penalty for Fernando, same as Esteban in Bahrain. That was quick. I do have to mention Lance's balls eating Carlos up. I'm such a fan of this dude, seriously.

The McLaren duo are having a blast, I see. Oh Karma, how good is it seeing you again this week.

Sharl is going full force after Pierre and Lewis, eats up Pierre very easily and almost gets Lewis right then and there and thank goodness for that turn, otherwise he might've done it. But there we go, penalty coming for Lewis. Or well, they gave him a warning, which is surprising since the FIA loves, LOVES giving Lewis shit for anything.

Sharl ends up passing him easily too, which I expected already. And Sid the Sloth is right there catching up quickly to everyone as expected too. I don't think it'll be long before he catches Sharl. Unless... Sharl plays it the way he knows how. I'M COUNTING ON YOU, SHARL.

I'm hoping Lance eats Carlos up. Honestly, I'm hoping he just embarrases him at this point. Ah shit, Sharl gets out just in front of him, but I hope he just passes Carlos and then Lance can do his thing.

NO NO NO NO NO FUCKING HELL. LANCE ASKED TO STOP ON TRACK. FOR FUCK'S SAKE. SAFETY CAR. AND LEWIS JUST PASSED THE PIT ENTRANCE, SHIIIIIIIT.

Fernando stops serving his penalty and off he goes. George stops too and Alonso still goes out ahead of him. Crap. And the Ferraris had already stopped no they're fucked. At least Lewis can stop now. Let's see what this does.

The medium tyres are working perfectly for Lewis, that was beautiful! Mercedes sandwich for the Sloth. LET'S GO BOYS.

I mean, I would pass George like that too if I had an illegal car. That's not normal, seriously. I mean, and they still complained about an economic penalty, but are you fucking serious?

So Alonso was useless against Sid. That's disappointing. Lewis right there behind George. And Albon in the mean time is losing the brakes and has to move to the pits to retire.

I'm reading that George has disobeyed team orders. I really hope this isn't true because otherwise, despite how much I love him, as soon as I step into Montmeló this year I'm gonna fucking deck him. I'm sorry but if this is true, nope. Lewis should just start playing a Sebastian Vettel card and do him like Seb did Mark back in the day. Seriously.

Can both RedBulls please crash into each other? Nothing serious, just enough to fuck off. Of course they couldn't. I mean, I've just watched the end of the race like looking blankly at a wall.

It's now been a while since the end of the race, I needed to cool off a bit first. Basically, because I've confirmed that the Mercedes team orders were for real and George ignored them completely, and also that Mercedes didn't inform Lewis about shit. So, yes, I'm fucking pissed.

Alonso getting the 10-second penalty (which in itself I think is pretty correct) after the podium ceremony is beyond stupid. Not that I'm going to support Alonso or anything but there was a 30-lap gap between his pit stop and the ceremony, they had more than enough time to let him know about the new penalty. The FIA is very keen on just doing things in a certain way that's pretty much on-the-go instead of being efficient about it. Unbelievable.

It's not fair that George gets the podium. It's not. He's been rewarded with it after disobeying team orders and knowingly hurting Lewis. I'm just hoping Lewis stops being the better person and enters his 2016 era (or even 2007) again. I'm sorry George, I like you, but this is truly unacceptable. And Mercedes, WTF? He's given you 8 Constructor's titles, are you out of your fucking minds? They all should know better by now. Really hope he stops giving a shit.

Anyway, I hope Australia looks better than the past 2 races. Because this is the biggest shitshow.

Peace out.

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eorzeashan · 1 year

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Iokath + Traitor Arc Shenanigans

Eight: [Flirt] We should've teamed up sooner. I could've used a strong warrior like you at my side.

Theron: I'm going to be sick.

Lmaoooo, sorry Theron but it's not like that-- little known fact, but Eight flirts with people whose vibes he doesn't like in an attempt to make them less abrasive to him. It's not true of every situation and he uses it far less than his Nine self, but if he's uncomfortable and can't find footing with someone, that tends to come out.

In this case, the Supreme Commander of the Republic and Jonas Balkar were both people he had zero frame of reference for (not to mention Jonas' "what's up traitor" immediately insulted him) so he flirted with both.

Eight: Why suffocate them slowly when it's so much more satisfying to crush their windpipe?

Eight, that's your legacy force choke speaking. He doesn't even use the Sith ability right.... maximum killing efficiency instead....

Lana: Other top suspects include the Shroud, Darth Jadus, a rogue agent inside the Republic's Strategic Information Service...

Theron: Let's not rule out Sith Intelligence.

Has been contacted by the Shroud, works for Darth Jadus as his Hand, is a rogue double-agent for the SIS, was former Intelligence...wait a minute, that's me!

I get they were trying to do a clever nod to the entirety of the Imperial Agent story, but the context for this gets a lot funnier if you consider Eight is also in on Theron's betrayal so they're listing every exact trait he has while not breaking eye contact with one another.

Lana: who could the traitor be...

Theron and Eight:

Fast forward ahead, and we come face-to-face with Tyth. Eight's first impressions of the giant droid were "huh. it's kind of cute?" which probably sounds insane, but he tends to find weird entities like this endearing.

Eight: All right, Mister Rage. Can you drop the act and point me in the direction of the superweapon?

Tyth: [Scans] CALM. PEACE. IT DENIES FURY. A SACRIFICE MEDIOCRE.

Eight: (offended) I didn't come here to be poked and prodded.

I'm guessing the game was going off of his LS 2 gauge, but Eight always gets so mad when someone points that out, even if its true. XD How dare you call me mediocre....and nice to boot! Take that back at once! I am not a Jedi!

(Probably got so offended he woke himself up from the fever droid dream).

Lana: I know. You've been talking in your sleep.

Theron: I almost had to stuff a sock in your mouth.

Eight wakes up with drool coming out of his mouth, immediately snaps awake at Theron's comment before a shit-eating grin overtakes him. "Theron...I wasn't aware you were into such things!" Props himself up on one elbow and flips onto his stomach, "Want to shut me up, do you? With a gag, even? You naughty boy."

Cue Theron backtracking into nonsensical stuttering, with Lana wishing she had something to drink. There's probably some kind of joke you could make here about flirting with every male Shan he came across, but admin is too stupid right now to think of it.

Big steppy

Theron: But the Alliance outgrew you. Now it's rotting from the inside, the galaxy's fighting back, and you've become a symbol of oppression. So much for your dreams of peace.

Yadda yadda generic villain speech and Eight is technically supposed to be on the other side of this forcefield (Jadus moment), but keeping that in mind it kind of felt like Theron was saying this with the underlying meaning being I see exactly how this duty has hurt you so that's why I'm doing this as well.

Because his words do ring true. He was never its leader with the duty itself rotting him from the inside, the galaxy's back to a time of turmoil, and he became someone else's saint of murder for the entirety of this war when he originally struck out in search of the peace Keeper wanted for him. Not to mention the fact that he's the Outlander in this Alliance at all means this galaxy had no heroes to choose from-- absolutely none. It was already doomed.

And then the rest of this plays out as you expect, though in this AU they both ditch Lana here....which, makes me sad to imagine, but I can also see Lana being like "Eight....why? You were our Outlander--we were a team! Whatever he's said to you, don't listen to him: he's lying, I know it."

And he just smiles and says, "I'm sorry. I don't want to do this anymore." leaving her to jump out of that train alone with only her hurt and her vengeance.

#swtor #traitor arc #weh lana #this trio has SOOOO many problems #group therapy session starts now!#anyways there we go #lana gets trolled the arc

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foxx-queen · 2 years

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honestly I think the reason why corypheus was such a let down as a villain is that he could have been a really good one. like we're told through all three games that the blight was caused by the seven magisters that cracked the black city, which is in turn why mages are locked up in circles etc, which are the two main points of dao and da2. and then we get corypheus who is one of those magisters! like that's huge!! we're essentially given a villain who could tell us so much about what happened! and yet all we're able to get are a few comments that hint at what happened that we can never really talk about or investigate?

like corypheus says that the seat of the maker was empty. he says that the black city was already corrupted. that should be a massive revelation! it means that the blight / taint that corrupted the world came from in the fade! if the golden city / black city was empty and corrupted, were the magisters actually 'thrown out' as the chantry says? if they were, and it wasn't by the maker, who did? was it the forgotten ones? was it something else? if they weren't thrown out, did they explore the black city? what did they find? did they leave because it was black and empty?? like yeah I get that corypheus is insane and wants to install himself as a god because he's discovered there are no gods, but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear what he knows / what he remembers about the black city!

corypheus appearing really should've had a bigger impact on the chantry. like the inquisition, whether or not the inquisitor believes in the maker or is andrastian, is put forward as an army of the faithful led by andraste's chosen. corypheus should've really shaken those beliefs. he has such scorn for the maker and the chantry, and I think it would've been really interesting if he'd started trying to destroy what the chantry teaches. maybe people wouldn't have believed him, but that kind of thing still would've caused chaos. and if he was actively working to break down the chantry, that would've given us more chances to either interact with him, or learn more about what happened.

and because we have such little interaction with him directly, beating him isn't at all satisfying? like he crushes us in haven, but from that point we never directly interact with him until the final fight. and because we succeed in every other main quest without directly seeing him, he starts feeling easy to beat. there needed to be more instances where he beats you. hes a powerful tevinter magister with power over red lyrium and the blight, and yet that's never really directly thrown at us. by the time we fight him in the temple of sacred ashes again, he doesn't feel like much of a threat? even his death scene, which was meant to seem cool and like a triumph, feels lack luster, because of how little we've interacted with him and how easy it feels by that point.

like compare it to meredith stannards boss fight / death. to me that was just? so much better? because a. as the fight begins and the whole red lyrium idol corruption becomes clear, we have that 'oh shit' moment, b. meredith was a constant presence throughout the game, and c. her end was really well done. like the way the red lyrium brings the statues to life, overtakes her body, and shows us how horrifying it is is so well done. I personally feel like the voice actress did a great job here because even though she's a villain and has done horrendous things, I couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her when she's talking throughout the fight and wondering if she's wrong. and then her death scene is so brutal? again it's partly the voice actress, but the way she screams as she solidifies to red lyrium is a really well done moment that for me had some body horror vibes / kind of calls back to the darker vibe of dao. it feels like it has an impact on the characters and the story and was to me such a good end for da2. in comparison corypheus' death just... didn't hit the same way, and I think that's partly to do with there being no body afterwards. like if the final fight had been harder / had had a bigger build up / he'd been a more present villain, I would've been fine with him turning into another idol. like the guy is encrusted with red lyrium, and it might've been a way to link to da2, and also potentially tell us more about the inevitable consequences of red lyrium, which might come up in da4.

idk just. he could've been really interesting as a catalyst to permanently damaging the chantry, or even just a genuinely challenging villain, but in the end he's just. almost comical and its a shame

#corypheus #dragon age inqusition #dragon age meta #meredith stannard #da2 #da4 speculation #sort of #red lyrium #to be clear im v anti chantry (kind of obvious lol) and anti templars so me saying i have sympathy for meredith at her end #isnt saying shes anything but a villain becauae she is #but shes a well written villain #and honestly her fate is. kind of horrifying #i saw a post speculating that like. what if her consiousness is trapped in the idol and like bro. that would be so sjidisa #genuinely horrifying #i also feel like we might see the statue / get call backs to meredith again? from the da4 teaser #anyways sjsiaja #rambling along as always

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Harry never imagined himself in a situation like this.

Pining after women wasn’t something he did often. They usually threw themselves at him and he either had his fun for the night, or rejected them. He didn’t think too much of their feelings, or their interests. He didnt hang on to their words as they spoke and write notes into his personal journal about things she likes and dislikes.

The list so far?

Likes:

-orange cats

-caramel coffee

-the summer rain smell

-the colors pink and yellow

-quesadillas

-crochet tote bags

-silk eye masks

-thrift stores (especially with shop cats)

Dislikes:

-chocolate orange flavor combination

-overcast days

-bowler hats

-the mailman (unknown reason)

-popcorn kernels

-in n’ out (bad experience, apparently.

She was overtaking his own personal life. Being his assistant, of course she would be more prompt to being deeper than more employees. But he couldn’t help but pick out red ties more often because she complimented him in the color. She had gotten him a refrigerator magnet in Ocean City when she went for a girls weekend, and it was the sole magnet in the small water fridge in his office. She left traces of herself in his life that he couldn’t possibly ignore.

The most invasive and troublesome being his sex life.

He was getting to the point where he couldn’t get off without thinking about her. About her voice, her touch, the smell. His tiny, filthy and shameful snippets of when she leaned on his desk and he had caught a nice glimpse of breast, or the couple times she had bent over and given him an eyeful of her tiny panties and ass… how her dress would cling to her or the time she had accidentally soaked her white shirt with her water bottle and given him a view of her braless chest by accident…

Yeah. Every time he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft of his cock, it was a fantasy of her. The best orgasms so far in his life, only to be rudely awoken by the fact it was all fantasy. So what the fuck was it going to be like if he got his hands on her?

Y/N, unbeknownst to him was in the same boat. Smitten with his snarky comments, his thoughtfulness not many saw, and god, his beautiful face. It wasn’t lost on her that his gentleness was only to her. She had seen him yell too many times at other people and as soon as she would walk in, his tone would soften when directed at her. She got away with a lot more than others did and it did make people… talk.

They talked all about how she must have slept her way into the job. Placed bets on how long it would take her to get fired for not dropping to her knees fast enough. And while it wasn’t everyone, she did overhear it enough to make her upset. Hell, she wished she was getting dicked down by her boss, bur she wasn’t! And they still had all of the nerve to say it just because she had managed to stick around longer than the others. Understandable, Burt hurtful.

Harry was stuck, really. He knew that he either had to ignore it or make a move. But still, he was unclear about if she was actually into him- or if it was just wishful thinking. She was so kind to everyone, and he really wasn’t warm and fuzzy. His feelings were probably a bit more obvious, he thinks, and she hasn’t made a move. Was it because there was no reciprocation, or because they were at work?

He would need to figure it out.

“Y/N?” He called out to her desk which was outside of his. Another thing that had changed was his door staying open during the day more often. He liked to hear if anyone came up and was flirting with her, if he was being totally honest with himself. He had caught it a few times and that unholy possessiveness reared it’s ugly head. Plus, it made it easier to call to her.

Y/N perked up, standing up and striding towards his door. Upon his instruction of closing the door and coming closer, she did. Her mind went to mush though, because he looked…. So fucking good. With his hair slightly messed up for once, his white button up a bit tighter than normal around his biceps… she felt weak and dazed simply looking at him. His powerful aura was so, so sexy.

“I need help with a project after hours.” He was winging it. Completely and utterly winging it. “I’m redoing my den area in my home… and I’d like you to help me do it. You’ve got design experience, yes?” He crossed his arms, trying to not stare too hard at anything other than her face. It was hard.

“Oh- I’m, yes? But I’m not too good, I just make those Pinterest boards like I showed you? I was just planning and-“

“Good. I liked when you showed me them. My home is very boring. Sterile. And I would like some more… character.” In reality, it was just going to make him go insane even more at home. Seeing her in his living space. Things she picks out in his living room. It was so stupidly dangerous for their professional relationship considering how close Harry was to jumping her bones, but he wanted time away from the office to see if he was imagining her flirtations.

She was overwhelmed by the offer, but couldn’t say no. Not when it gave her an excuse to see him… in potentially casual clothes, and feeding her nosy imagination for his house. Plus, she loved to decorate. What could go wrong?

“O-okay, sure. When would you like me to be doing this?” Her voice raised in pitch, showing her nerves slightly. Adorable. He loved getting reactions out of her.

“Some hours during the weekends. You will be compensated and fed, of course. And I will be with you. We will do the shopping wherever you see fit. But you know me. I am very particular, so I wish to be involved in this process. The most I can be.”

Weekends. Alone with his assistant that he wanted to make his own so badly that he had to clench his fists to avoid grabbing at times. The assistant that had been the main star of his fantasies, the assistant that made his palms sweat and heart race.

He was interested in seeing how it turned out.

#ceorry #ceo harry #harry styles one shot #jarofstyles #blurbs #blurb #writing #harry one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #fluff

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Talking Ships: Mel/Jayce

Now Mel and Jayce is one of those interesting cases where of course they are already a canon romantic (?) relationship and so in one way you have more to analyze, but it also makes me a lot more torn between “do I think that it’s a good relationship” versus “do I think that it’s a good story”.

Sidenote: from a fannish POV, just like fandom loves their skinny white murder boyfriends or their white wlw with contrasting hair colors, I always thought that “pretty black girl deserves to find love”/”black girl defense squad” was its own (small numbers naturally) fandom kink/interest (also see Bonnie Bennet, Iris West, Abbie Mills) and one I’ve always had a soft spot for.

In my other ship talks I’ve talked a bit about what I think the writing short comings are for each other, so I will do it here as well. There has been a lot of talk about how Mel and Jayce happened out of the blue. I have disagreed with that at times and pointed to various scenes that came before Mel kissing Jayce that did show build up.

However, one interesting point for them as characters is that they meet in Act 1, then a time skip happens for several years (I would say at least 4-6) and Mel doesn’t really make a move on Jayce wtill Act 2, at a point where they have been acquaintances for a while already. In a discussion on them I commented that Mel didn’t hook up with Jayce in Act 1 when he was at his lowest. Which of course can be read as “she wasn’t interested in him when he was still a nobody”, but personally I find it preferable, because Mel + Jayce in Act 1 would imo have been a pretty insane power imbalance since she was just the judge over his future.

Anyway, then there is this aspect that there isn’t really much of a romance vibe on either side, which in turn I find hard to judge because I’m pretty sure that it’s intentional that way? But just because it’s intentional that it’s a “romance” story with comparatively little “romance”? At the same time, I also wouldn’t characterize it as a pure intrigue story with some sex thrown in, because there are those small bonding moments.

Generally, even without any teasers, my feeling has always been that Mel and Jayce will break up before the season ends (and if they don’t I would expect that being portrayed as something highly ominous). With my main theory being that Mel eventually does something that shocks Jayce and that he can’t get over, but that she is unwilling to back down from (with the main question whether it will be one of those “well it makes sense from her point of view/maybe he is kind of a hypocrite for reacting this way” situations or where it seems valid). Of course there are some other scenarios, like Jayce choosing her over his friends (whether it’s Viktor or VI/Caitlyn) or even Jayce overtakes her and leaves her in the dirt (like an escalation of the Heimerdinger situation). We’ll see.

Let’s Talk Mel

I said elsewhere, I see some similarities between Jayce/Mel and Jinx/Silco. And before somebody jumps at me that it’s a pretty big insult to either compare them to a father/daughter or a creepy child molester-y type situation, I mean it more in how the show plays in ambiguously what and to much depth Mel feels for Jayce and Silco feels for Jinx.

Both are people with a goal they follow, both come across this person who has useful skills for that goal and both are sometimes put in a situation where they get this reaction shots on their faces in a way that isn’t seen by any of the other characters, it’s only visible to us the audience/the camera, so they wouldn’t really have a reason to fake it it if “nobody” is watching.

That said, I find Mel’s relationship a lot less morally questionable than what is going on with Silco and Jinx. Last but not least because Jayce is a grown up man of to our knowledge sound mind. We also don’t really see much indication that Mel was manipulating the situation to bring Jayce to her (while Silco in turn is clearly trying to keep Vi away from Jinx). (Jinx also no longer has friends outside of Silco’s gang anymore it seems, while Mel makes no moves to restrict Jayce interacting with his friends)

I actually think the closest I see Mel being cleanly manipulative is when she gave him the angry/sad face and walked out when he didn’t present his new invention during progress day. Which you know, as far as emotional manipulations go, I would say is pretty tame.

Another interesting thing about Mel is that she meets Jayce when he is kind of at his lowest, but she consistently seems to be trying to raise him up to her level, most notably of course when she puts him on the council and elevates his family. Which in turn makes it kind of interesting that she looks like she is almost kind of unhappy with Jayce ousting Heimer (as opposed to “that was her plan all along and that’s why she put Jayce on the council, specifically so she could get rid of Heimer and replace Heimer with Jayce”). If she really wasn’t 100% happy with Jayce’s action, it’s kind of interesting that she raised his station without making sure she could control him/without making sure this was going to be quid pro quo.

As a character, Mel strikes me as the kind of person who keeps her feelings close to the vest and built up emotional armour that only occasionally gets a few chinks. Which I think puts her kind of at a disadvantage vis a vis character who are more emotionally expressive (I personally have a soft spot for that archetype, but I know I’m in the minority here).

I read her relationship with Jayce more as her seeing potential in him and wanting to to combine the useful with the entertaining. (btw compared to Silco, if Jayce did not live up to what she wants from him, I tend to see her more as a character would discard him and cut him off, while Silco strikes me more as the kind of guy who would freak out and go into punish or destroy mode)

Overall I read her as somebody who is trying to use Jayce (or form what she sees as a mutually beneficial relationship), is developing some soft feeling for him that won’t be big enough for her to choose him over her goals, but just big enough that she might be kind of hurt by it/sad about it when circumstances force them to part.

Let’s Talk Jayce

On the Jayce side, pretty much everything I said about him in the Jayce/Viktor thing still holds true. He strikes me as a searcher. He searches for something vague and fleeting. He does search it with Mel, too, but relationshipwise, I don’t buy that he has successfully found it in her. She is not the answer to his quest, if his quest is even supposed to have an answer.

One thing I find pretty interesting about their relationship is that there is a certain selfishness to his feelings for her. Like in their tender scene, he tells her that what’s so great about her is that she makes him feel good about himself.

Another really interesting moment in this conversation to me is the point where Mel shares some of her backstory/feeling about her family and his response to her it so brush it off as “I don’t believe that for a second. Do you?”.

I read that at him basically saying “That is completely off base and you are too confident to think that that is true”. It’s a lot closer to a “chin up!” type of reply rather than concern and empathy.

And the funny thing is, I think that actually worked for Mel because it does align with how she wants to see herself. Like if Jayce was actually overflowing with concern maybe that would actually not work for her/would make her feel like she overshared, yet for their relationship, at least on Jayce’s side it might have been more important if he actually took it more seriously and empathized with her insecurities more. Bascially the relationship might have had more legs if he did, but it doesn’t because his feelings are not that deep.

Another interesting thing about Vitkro/Jayce/Mel as a triangle type constellation is in Viktor and Jayce’s first meeting where Jayce is at his lowest, it’s all about wanting somebody who believes him/believes in him. Jayce comments that nobody on the council listened him, but I would argue it’s pretty obvious that Mel did and that she was intrigued by what Jayce was presenting.

Viktor: I was intrigued by what you said at the trial.

Jayce: That make you the only one.

And later in the same scene:

Jayce: And now it’s gone. No one believed me.

When we know that that isn’t true. I think it’s pretty clear that even though Mel was kind of busting his balls making him defend his research, she was intrigued by it. Which is then solidified later when she covers for Viktor and Jayce in front of the watchman.

So she was listening and she was intrigued.

Overall

There are interesting wrinkles to Jayce and Mel’s relationship that make it interesting to me to analyze and imo it’s an interesting way to do character building for both characters, but neither of these things fully translates to romance. Going back to:

1.) Do I think that they do/did they fuck?

2.) Do I think that they could be happy together?

Well the answer to 1 is obviously yes, since it already happened.

2 is a more interesting question to me, but I’m gonna settle on no. Like, when I imagine their best case scenario, a world where all of Mel’s plans work out swimmingly and she is great and respected and powerful and everything if flourishing ... I could picture it working for a while, where Mel is just this powerful city leader who is amused by the antics of her more chaotic and explorative husband (and if I compare ti to JayVik, I feel that Mel would put up with/be amused by Jayce’s flaws a lot longer), but I just think eventually they would reach a point where it wouldn’t work for them anymore and one of both would yearn for something more that the other just can’t give them.

(and in general their relationship doesn’t strike me as the kind that would put with a lot of hardship, I think upon meeting a crisis the point where one or both go “I’m taking my toys and going home” would be reached rather quickly, even if there is some lingering sadness about it, both have goals that they would put first)

Final Grade: C? C-? (it’s an interesting enough storyline, I could see them potentially wring some emotion from it, but overall I have my doubts)

Disclaimer: these are my feelings as of the end of Act 2 of Arcane, my rating might go up or down drastically based on what happens in Act 3.

#arcane #arcane spoilers #jayce #mel medarda #jayce x mel #mel x jayce #jaymel #ship talk #league of legends #viktor

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Detroit Become Human AU where:

-> Tommy is an up-and-coming livestreamer of the retro game Minecraft- forming part of a fledgling community of all-human players of the game. His growth is slow but steady and he has a future in a genre that had fallen out of fashion with the rise of the newest and more immersive VR games on the market. People love to see an actual human that could make mistakes and win against another fellow human fairly. The nostalgia it brought to some people is also undeniably at play.

It's worth noting that Tommy is a very lonely kid, with a non-existent social life since he and his family had to move to America after his father struck a lucrative business deal with his brilliant protege.

-> Wilbur, Tommy's older brother and only guardian after their father, Phil, dedicated his life to the creation of androids with his young but brilliant pupil Elijah Kamski, is a simple busker. It's hard to find a job at 24 with no previous experience or further education, he had to take care of Tommy, after all. True, their economic troubles never ended, and he could barely provide for Tommy, but at least they had each other, even if Wilbur was off to the streets of Detroit more often than not. He has no idea of his younger brother's blooming career in the gaming industry and is very worried about his future. The solution? A very suspicious android his best friend Schlatt offers for very cheap.

-> Phil Watson is a household name together with Elijah Kamski's, they created one of humanity's greatest tools, after all. Nothing suspicious here, they're definitely not hiding any potential deviancies from the code! In any case, his family never saw a dime of the frankly insane amount of money piling up in his bank account. He has an old phone he carries in his pocket every day with Wilbur's phone number, but he never dares to call it despite RN800, his assistant's, insistence that he was only making his own life harder. He is going to dial that phone number someday. Surely.

-> TU880 is an android from an old companion/educational line, discontinued after a few notable bugs and glitches in their core programming. Nothing serious, or life-threatening, but many customers have complained about disturbing behavior that falls straight into the uncanny valley- he's too human. Schlatt, his previous owner, refuses to disclose where he got TU880 from, nor does he have any legal documentation to prove he is his owner. Wilbur, desperate to find a solution for Tommy's perceived loneliness pays the fifty bucks his old pal asks for the android without asking any questions. It's weird for an adult to go around with a teen model created to counsel adolescents and help them with their homework. TU880 had problems with reading his grocery list, anyway.

-> Tommy is a bit weirded out, he thrives in an internet community which openly despises anything android, but his good friend Technoblade has plenty of useful advice, from maitenance to behavior. TU880 is odd, which he discards as kinks and bugs of the older models, but they get along nicely once TU880's programming kicks in. He likes to help Tommy edit his videos and speak about the problems of adolescence, he is oddly fond of bees or anything small and defenceless and likes to tell his 'dreams' of scientists in labcoats and other kids like him stuck in experiments. Tommy listens with half an ear, TU880 is his friend, after all. He thinks nothing of it.

-> It all becomes a bit too much when TU880 accidentally appears on camera during one of Tommy's streams. People assume he's Tommy's brother, and insist on getting an introduction. TU880 is ecstatic, but from what Tommy's told him, revealing his artificial status might harm his friend's career so he greets the chat as Toby, Tommy's older brother. The community goes wild and Tommy has to pretend that TU880 is his brother (which isn't that terrible per-se) and not the house assistant who has a complete psychological profile of him.

-> TU880 begins to feel strange, both regarding Tommy and his own place in the household. Calling Tommy hus brother is easy as calculus and makes his thirium pump skip a few beats, but he's not sure if he should be getting this attached. He's sure he is malfunctioning in some way, but Schlatt always assured him that he is fine. He thinks nothing of it and instead continues to watch over Tommy.

-> Minecraft is fun, and he eventually gets his own account on Wilbur's old (read: ancient) laptop despite possessing an internal processor powerful enough to play the game at its maximum capacity in his mind, and probably in a 3D holoprojector. At this point, he's in too deep and the friends he's making would certainly ask questions if he were to disappear. He has the opportunity to talk about anything at all to his growing audience, and the community is very welcoming in general once one integrates into their culture. He still doesn't feel it's fair to participate in the tournaments and all the other official competitions. People find it odd, but they assume he's not very good at PVP so no one tends to comment on it for now. It's okay though, he and his new friend Ranboo act as commentators during the events and everyone thinks they're pretty funny.

-> Ranboo is fun to be around. He just gets TU880- or as the internet knows him as, Tubbo. They click easily, sometimes the other boy seems just as confused about other people's reactions and behavior as Tubbo is (despite his in-depth knowledge of psychology. He's not quite connected to Cyberlife's database anymore and his learning algorithm is outdated at best.) and they like to spend their afternoons with Tommy, watching movies. The game overtakes their lives and they spend a lot of time playing privately with the best strategies Tubbo's advanced algorithms and Ranboo's sheer brilliancy can create. That's how they meet their friend Fundy, who is more than happy to keep their Technical Minecraft server a secret, as long as he gets to do his own thing with coding and they test it.

-> Tommy is just happy that he can use the cool farms for his own grinding.

-> Technoblade is Tommy's mysterious internet friend and fellow growing streamer. Everyone is sure that he's an android infiltrating the budding community, but after several years of isolated incidents, investigations, and online scandals no one was able to prove anything. Technoblade just never dies. (Tommy is 50% sure his friend is really an android, the older man simply refuses to comment). It is possible to spend months farming digital potatoes, people are just mean and want drama. Technoblade is just vibing. Incidentally, he's also the first one to figure out that Ranboo and Tubbo are androids. He is also the first one to figure out they're deviants. He doesn't mention it until much later though.

-> Jack and Niki Manifold have successfully founded their own mechanic business for android repairs. Cyberlife mumbled and grumbled at the siblings' repair shop, but in the end it was good for PR so they let them be. Tommy and Wilbur become their friends as TU880's frequent malfunctions inevitably bring the pair to the cheapest android repair service in the city. TU880 can't complain, Niki is sweet to him and understands what is wrong with him just by his description, since his diagnostics aren't working entirely and each an every single one of Jack's repairs last loner than every other mechanic he's been to.

-> Gradually, Tommy's fame becomes apparent, and Wilbur has the time to actually rest and spend time with his brother. He's just happy that they can be together. A weight is lifted off his shoulders and for the first time ever he feels like his little family has a future. Not even once does it pass through his mind that TU880 isn't acting like a typical android- he avoided the things on principle. Once, TU880 calls him his brother and he cries.

-> Sam is Cyberlife's very own private investigator. He is in charge of researching and turning in possible deviants that might help the company with developing a solution for the rising problem. In particular, he's been after the trail of a specific line of androids, the first one released by Kamski and Watson dubbed as TU. According to his investigations the line might have contained the code responsible for deviancy. Further research indicated that Kamski's code was based on a group project from the Dutch university for cibernetics.

-> Fundy is just a 21 y/o with a Twitch account and a passing interest in coding. Nothing serious, nothing suspicious. He absolutely wasn't part of the early AI coding trials that Kamski would later on use as the basis for his own code. If someone asks, he has no idea what ra9 means. He is almost sure that his friends are androids, the thought makes him very happy.

-> Puffy is Phil's new psychologist. Need I say more? Eventual Hurt/comfort baby!!!

#dream smp #detroid become human #crossover/au #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #wilbur soot #dream smp au

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A light tapping pulls Kenzie out of her light slumber. She mumbles curses under her breath, and looks around the room after the tapping stopped. There was nothing in the room that would make such a noise. Kenzie is about to lay back down, thinking it was just a vivid dream, when it starts again, from her window.

Two-one-two. It was JJ and Kenzie's special knock. She pulls herself out of bed and ventures to the window, forgetting she wore only an old shirt of JJ's and a pair of John B.'s boxers. A yawn leaves her as she opens up the window, stepping back to let JJ climb in. "J, what time is it?" She asks. Her eyes are still blurry from sleep and take a second to adjust. When they do, she gasps softly at JJ's appearance.

His left eye has started to bruise, and his lip is busted, blood still actively streaming down his chin. "Hey, Princess," JJ tries to smile but whines as it pulls at his cut. "Think you can play doctor for the night?"

Kenzie sighs and grabs JJ's hand, pulling him out of her room, down the hall, and towards the bathroom. He sits on the toilet lid and watches as Kenzie gets the medical supplies from under the cabinet. Her messy hair framed her sleepy face, and the sleeping attire just pulled the whole ensemble together. Even though she was half asleep, Kenzie was breathtaking.

JJ can't pull his eyes away from Kenzie as she concentrates. Her tongue sticks slightly out of the corner of her mouth while she searches under the sink for antiseptic. Kenzie tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, making JJ's heart skip a beat. She looked perfect.

Kenzie knew all too well who did this to JJ, and her blood boils at the mere thought of it. Luke was nothing more than an ungrateful asshole towards his only son. As she gets her supplies, she thinks of all the things Kenzie wished she could do to Luke for hurting her best friend like this.

"This is gonna sting, J," Kenzie warns when she levels with JJ, wet cotton pad in hand. Her voice is soft and quiet, trying to calm JJ down. JJ nods slowly, watching her delicate hands bring the pad up to his lip. The stinging sensation causes JJ to hiss and grip onto Kenzie's hip for grounding. "I know. I'm sorry, Hun," Kenzie whispers, using her free hand to brush through JJ's unbrushed hair. She hated this part the most; when she hurt JJ. It was for the best, so he wouldn't get an infection. But it still hurt to see her being the cause of JJ's pain.

"It's fine," He mumbles, catching her eyes again. Those gorgeous green eyes could ground JJ in seconds. And they do. JJ can feel a sense of calmness take over, making him close his eyes and his shoulder relax.

"We're almost done, J," Kenzie reassures. JJ hums gently and keeps a hand on her hips. His eyes peel open when he feels her breath against his lips. She stares behind him, trying to grab something she set there. "Hey." Kenzie's voice is so quiet, JJ almost misses it.

"Hi," JJ replies, voice just as quiet. They stay in the position for what feels like forever, lips only seconds away from meeting. Both of their hearts beat heavily in their chest, anticipation driving them insane. JJ's forehead starts to sweat, and Kenzie's hands grow clammy. "Whatcha doin'?" JJ finally breaks the silence, voice pressed.

"I was reaching for a Hello Kitty band-aid," Kenzie explains, pulling away from JJ. They both giggle when Kenzie shows JJ his new Hello Kitty plaster. "See?"

"If you think you're going to put that on me, you're delusional," JJ says, shaking his head. Kenzie giggles with a slight pout.

"Please, JJ? I promise it'll make you feel better," She whines, already peeling the back of the plaster off. JJ sighs and closes his eyes again, no longer protesting. Kenzie gently presses the band-aid against his wound. "See, all better," Kenzie whispers before gently kissing the plastic.

"Thanks, Doc," JJ jokes, standing up from the toilet. Kenzie giggles as well and starts to put things away.

"You still have some clothes in my closet if you want to spend the night," Kenzie offers, avoiding JJ's stares. He leaves without another word, and Kenzie finishes her cleaning. Kenzie continues to think over what happened. About the poor broken boy who sat on her toilet just seconds ago.

JJ hid behind a mask of jokes and weed, and very few people knew just how broken he was. Kenzie knew JJ trusted her with his life; he showed that to her every night something like this happened. But it didn't make it easier to see him in such a state.

When she gets back to her room, JJ is sprawled out on her sheets. Kenzie lays on her side, staring at JJ. The bruising under his eye continues to darken, and the Hello Kitty band-aid catches the light coming from through the blinds from the street lights outside.

"You know," JJ whispers. "It's considered rude to stare in many cultures." Kenzie giggles and scoots closer to JJ.

"Shut up and come here," Kenzie says, laying on her back so JJ can rest his head on her chest. He shuffles closer to her and lays his head there. After brutal fights with Luke, JJ would always seek comfort with Kenzie. His favorite nights, as horrible as they start, always end with Kenzie's fingers in his hair and her heartbeat in his ear.

"Thank you," JJ whispers, half asleep. His eyes grow heavier, and the world around him starts to fade away.

"For what, J?" Kenzie asks. She focuses on her ceiling and continues to run her fingers through his hair. He could be thanking her for anything at this point. He was deliriously tired. He could even thank her for a beer she gave him three weeks ago.

"Always being my friend," JJ mumbles before nuzzling his head against Kenzie's chest and falls asleep. Kenzie smiles to herself before letting sleep overtake her as well.

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starrynite7114 · 4 years

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Two Weeks (Miguel Galindo)

A/N: Tomorrow is my final and I think I’ve reached the point of a mental breakdown that you’re just numb to it. But no matter, positive thoughts all around and hoping my brain isn’t so mean anymore. But due to this, I needed a much needed distraction and finished part one of my Miguel mini series. He may be a little OOC, but I hope you all enjoy this lovely work of mine.

Everything is you, Snapshots, Misconstrued, and two requests will be posted within the next two weeks.

Also may be adding Rio to my lovely writing list, we’ll see.

This is my brain on procrastination, please forgive me.

Love you all and I hope you lovelies are having an amazing week thus far!

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You couldn’t do this, you were at wits end. You wanted nothing more than to throw your work phone away as it constantly rang, constantly interfered with your life, sanity, sleep, and did you already say sanity? Just in case, your sanity.

“If I ignore it, it never happened.” You looked at the clock and it was three in the morning, you had to be up in three hours to get ready for work to see this despicable man once more.

The ringing stopped, a sigh of relief overtaking your body. Your eyes closed and yet again, it fucking rang.

“FUCK YOU MIGUEL GALINDO.”

You took a deep breath, gathering what remained of your sanity.

“Hello Mr. Galindo, what can I do for you at three in the morning?”

His chuckle rang across the phone, aggravating you more. “Ooh, Mr. Galindo? I’m in trouble, rightfully so. I apologize for calling you so early in the morning, but I’m in a bit of a conundrum.”

“Miguel, I am not picking you up from Alejandra’s place.”

“I gave Nestor the night off.” He argued.

“I’m technically off too you asshole!” You were one of the few who didn’t fear Miguel. You knew of his capabilities, but you figured you were far too valuable.

“Yes, I am fully aware of that, your nights are sacred. But you know I rarely call you on nights.” He countered.

“Correct that statement.”

“Anymore.” He corrected himself.

“Miguel, why do you continue to meet this girl if you’re not interested in her?” Ever since his divorce with Emily two years ago, Miguel has been single and kept it that way. Which in hindsight was for the best. With the cartel, real estate, which he still headed with Emily, and the rebels, he had plenty of things to occupy his time. But you knew why he liked the causality of his relationship with Alejandra.

No strings attached.

No questions.

No commitments.

It fit his lifestyle.

“Because, I have needs and you know, she’s easy on the eyes.”

You begrudgingly got out of bed and made sure to sigh loudly. Miguel chuckled, and you just cussed his name in the three languages you knew.

“Stop cussing me out in your head. Are you coming to get me?”

“I get the day off.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Better cuddle up then.”

“Fine, but we’re having breakfast then you can have your day off.”

“No work talk during breakfast or the ride home.”

Miguel groaned. “Deal.”

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You sat across from Miguel at this diner in San Diego, your usual spot whenever you picked him up from Alejandra’s. Miguel rarely indulged himself or let his real self out due to his obligations as a cartel head. He had a reputation to maintain, his playful and joking nature was hardly in display. But whenever he let himself be free, it was easy to see why Emily fell for him.

You didn’t, but you could acknowledge why your asshole of a boss could be charming.

You dedicated ten years to Miguel. He taught you the ins and outs of business along with his illegal activities. If he was ever indicted, you knew you would be a target as well. Miguel always tried to keep you out of the cartel side of things, but that proved to be difficult.

Straight out of college, twenty-two years young with your English major in hand, you applied for Miguel’s assistant position. What was supposed to be an in between job before doing a Master’s program turned into ten years of unfulfillment. You learned much from Miguel. He forced you to learn how to become a business woman, to think like him. You were the brain that wasn’t attached to him.

But you had to walk away.

You were thirty-two years old, with nothing to your name. You wanted to be something. You couldn’t be his assistant forever. As much as he was a pain, you enjoyed working with Miguel, but you could still enjoy his friendship without working with him.

“Do you think I should involve myself in a relationship again? It doesn’t look good for my image if I remain unattached.” Miguel broke you out of your thoughts.

“True, but if you remain single, less people to worry about. Personal relationships in your line of work is hardly ideal.” This constitutes as business talk, but you’ll let it slide.

“You’re right, and this is why you’re my right hand.” Miguel knew that technically belonged to Marcus or even Nestor, but he never made a decision without your input. He was just used to it.

“I wanted to speak to you about something.”

“Go for it.” Miguel gave his full attention to her. “Are you finally going to confess your undying love for me?”

You know she liked playful Miguel, but when he was being this obnoxious, she liked hardened, cartel boss Miguel.

“Right, should I stab you now or later?” You rolled your eyes making Miguel laugh. “I’m going to look for a new secretary.”

“Sure, you need help?” Miguel hardly argued with you. He trusted your judgment after all.

“No, I’m resigning.”

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“She has to be in love with me.” Miguel paced back and forth in his office, a few hours after your breakfast.

Nestor watched his boss and closest friend, amused by his suggestion.

“Y/N?” It’s not that Nestor couldn’t see you falling for Miguel, but, that wasn’t it. “You’ve said it yourself that she’s far too bright to remain your assistant forever.”

“That was just insanity talk, of course I expect her to stay by my side.” Miguel stopped in front of Nestor. “She quit right after she picked me up from Alejandra’s. She hated picking me up from there and she never got along with Emily.”

“All circumstantial. You know she cherishes her sleep, most likely the reason she was annoyed. Second, Emily was always a bitch to her.” Emily never liked you since she thought you undermined her with Miguel, which was far from the truth. Nestor witnessed a majority of your fights and it was hardly pretty. “All circumstantial.”

“No, she’s jealous. I know it. No matter, I can get rid of Alejandra.”

Nestor shook his head. He knew this day would come, you spoke to him about it quite often recently. But he didn’t think it would be too soon. He also knew Miguel wouldn’t handle it well. It was hard for him to trust anyone and the fact the person he trusted most was going to leave?

Miguel was at the first stage, denial.

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You drove up the driveway of Miguel’s home the next morning, Nestor greeting you by your car.

“You had to drop that bombshell and take the day off?” Nestor shook his head. He loved Miguel, he did, but yesterday was full of theories and bullshit he didn’t want to partake in.

“Well if you’re didn’t take the night off then I could have told him later that morning.” You retorted, glaring at your friend.

“You’re punishing me for taking a personal day?”

“I’m not punishing you, I didn’t think he was going to go overboard with the theories.” Nestor texted you every fucking thing that Miguel had said. It went from you having a secret family, secret boyfriend to being in love with him, which was what he settled with.

“To be fair, I said it was all circumstantial.”

“And it is.” You handed your purse to Nestor. “I’m posting the job later and see if we get any candidates that are,”

You paused. “We’ll see if we can find people that are trustworthy.” It wasn’t about skills. It wasn’t about degrees. It was about being trustworthy.

“How can you even determine that?”

“I have good intuition.”

“Right, forgot, you're psychic.” He teased her.

“Fuck you,” you playfully pushed him.

Nestor opened the door for you and you walked in finding Marcus and Miguel sitting around in the living room.

“There she is,” Miguel greeted you, giving you a hug and kissing your cheek. “How are you?”

“Good,” you gave him an odd look. “You ready, we have a packed day today.”

All three men were looking at you and you gave them a questioning look.

“Am I missing something?”

“I got you something.” Miguel smiled, taking your hand in his. He led you through the house to the garage and before entering he requested for you to close your eyes. “If you got me a car, I swear to god.”

“Wait, why, did you not want a new car?” Miguel frowned. Materialistic items usually appeased women, it definitely kept Emily’s temper at bay when it was directed at him. But he should know how you were by now. Materialistic items rarely impressed you. He found it odd that the little things he did for you was what left the most impression. He got you a rose gold bracelet for your birthday and while you were thankful, he could tell it didn’t impress you much. He brought you lunch from your favorite restaurant, and it was like he gave you the world.

Why the fuck did he get you a damn car?

“I’m not Emily, Miguel, you can’t just wave a shiny thing in front of me and I’ll change my mind.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “Did you get me a car?”

“No,” he closed the door.

Nestor refrained from laughing while Marcus just chuckled.

“You already bought it, might as well let me see.” You nodded your head towards the door.

Miguel indulged you and opened the door. Your mouth dropped. “You got me a Range Rover?” It was your dream car, one that you were saving up for, and now you had it. But you weren’t staying. “As much as I want the car, it’s not going to work. I’ll be posting the job later on today.” You saw that Nestor closed the door as soon as you said that.

“This is ridiculous, why do you want to quit? Am I not compensating you enough?” Miguel was frustrated. He didn’t want you to leave. How could you leave? He compensated you well. Always made sure you were well taken care of and to top it off, you were basically the closest confidant he had. He trusted you with his life, there was no way he could find anyone he trusted as much as you.

“I told you, it’s for personal reasons.” You didn’t understand why you had to give him a reason. In any other job, personal reasons would suffice.

But this was different.

You knew change was not something Miguel was a fan of, he was meticulous and hardly deviated from his normal. He had a schedule and strictly followed it. When the plans deviated, it greatly irritated him, but you always found a way to soften the blow so he wasn’t inconvenienced.

“I think I warrant more than a generic answer.”

“Miguel, I’ve been your assistant for ten years now. It’s just time for me to move on professionally. I couldn’t possibly be your assistant forever.”

“Are you in love with me?”

He blurted it out so quickly that even he was surprised he did. Miguel hardly said anything without thinking of it, but you were an anomaly to him. He spoke before he thought of his words with you.

“No, absolutely not.” You laughed. “No offense, you’re a good looking guy, but I also know you, so no, I’m not interested.”

“Why not?” Miguel was slightly appalled by your rejection of the idea of being in love with him. Was he not worthy? He was a catch if he said so himself.

“What? What do you mean why not? I’m not interested, simple as that.” You could tell your rejection affected Miguel. Not everyone fell to his feet, especially not you. “Look, now that we got that theory out of the way, want to try another? Why is it so hard to believe I just want a better career?”

“I can provide that for you.”

“Miguel, what can I possibly do in your organization that would be a promotion? I swear to god, if you say executive assistant.”

“Come on querida, give me more credit than that.” Miguel chuckled. “You can handle the developmental projects around Santo Padre. You could be my development manager.”

“No, absolutely not, I would have to work with Emily. She already thinks we're sleeping together, the last thing I want to do is deal with Emily.”

“Y/N, come on, I’m sure I can find something in my organization that can fulfill this desire you have.” Miguel was not comfortable with the thought of losing you. He wasn’t willing to accept it.

“Miguel, we have to move on some time, you’ll be fine. I will find the most eligible candidate for this job. I promise.” You gave him a hug.

You needed to do this. You couldn’t stay in this job forever, you had to move on.

“Hand them over.”

“What?”

You stuck your hand out. “You got me the car, it would be rude to not take it.”

===========

“She’s in love with me, it's the only logical reason.” Miguel was sitting down on the couch by the pool, nursing the whiskey in his hand.

“Did she not say she wasn’t?” Nestor wasn’t sure why they were talking about this again when Miguel already spoke to you.

“She’s hiding it.”

“Look, I’m going to ask this at the risk of being killed by you, but out of pure curiosity, are you hoping she’s in love with you so you can confess some deep secret you’ve kept from her?”

“No, absolutely not, I’m not interested in her, but if it keeps her by my side, I can be with her.”

Nestor gave Miguel an incredulous look, chuckling at his friend’s terrible idea. Though, he couldn’t help, but play Devil’s Advocate.

“You know what, you should pursue her.”

“Now you see what I’m seeing. She wouldn’t be able to say no to me. I know her like the back of my palm.”

Nestor had to refrain from chuckling. This was going to be a fun two weeks.

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thejolexgroupchat · 3 years

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the one where they met in med school - part twenty-five

bullet wounds and blood transfusions

hi everyone, hope you enjoy this long awaited part of this fic. let us know what you think in the comments!

Jo didn’t think she’d ever been so scared in her life. Seeing Alex’s body on the conference table, slowly bleeding out from a bullet wound was absolutely terrifying. She felt nauseous looking at him. Honestly, she couldn’t really tell if that was the adrenaline or the morning sickness, but nonetheless she wanted to puke.

There was something so unnatural and foreign about seeing Alex’s blood soaked scrubs and pale, lifeless form. She’d seen GSW’s on multiple occasions and knew exactly how dangerous that could be. She knew exactly how many ways this could go wrong. The bullet had hit him in his chest and was likely affecting his lungs among other organs.

Alex let out a small noise, breaking Jo out of her thoughts as she rushed over to his side. He grunted in pain, “I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.”

“Alex!” Jo desperately met his eyes, placing her hands on either side of his face.

Alex was barely conscious but as soon as he saw her he forced a small smile onto his face, “Hey you. You're safe.”

“Alex Karev you do not get to die today, do you hear me? You don’t get to die because,” Jo let a sob overtake her as she stared down at Alex, attempting to get coherent words out as she fought back the urge to break down. “Because you promised me forever. You promised that I’d never have to be alone anymore. You promised me a house, and a wedding, and kids. We’re supposed to have a house full of babies… Damn it Alex, we’re having a baby and you can’t die! You can’t leave me when we’re so close to getting everything we’ve dreamed about for so long. So please, please don’t die on me.”

Alex scrunched his face in pain as he looked up in disbelief, struggling to keep his eyes open, “Are you really telling me you’re pregnant right now?”

“I didn’t really think I should wait any longer,” Jo tried to stifle a laugh but it came up sounding like a sob. “Please don't die today.”

Alex’s eyes shut again, but his hand squeezed Jo’s tightly as she watched him with bated breath. She didn’t know how much longer she could sit there watching him bleed out onto a conference room table but she knew she’d stay as long as she could.

The next few hours passed slowly, Alex drifting in and out of consciousness as Mark tried to stem his bleeding with the few supplies they had. Everytime his eyes opened up Alex would look around frantically until he found Jo, her position next to him with his hand clasped tightly in hers never wavering.

He'd mumble unintelligibly on occasion and grunt in pain as Mark continued treating him. At some point after Alex's breathing grew very labored, Mark decided that it was time for a chest tube.

"We've got to do it. He's got a collapsed lung and his oxygen levels are diminishing fast," Mark ran a hand along his face. "He's going to scream in pain and alert the shooter that we're here. So Jo, I know you're worried and stressed, but I really need you to distract him. Do something, anything so that he doesn't focus on the pain and so that Lexie and I can hold him down.”

Jo’s eyes prickled with tears as she nodded and held Alex down so that Mark could begin his work. She caressed his face lightly, “Alex.”

Alex grunted in pain, “Yeah?”

“Alex, I know you are hurting right now and I am so sorry, but you’re going to be in a bit more pain soon,” Jo paused and watched as Alex shook his head in protest. “I need you to be quiet now, okay? I’m gonna be right here. I swear, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re doing great Alex, really great,” Mark spoke. “Now, I need to put in a chest tube. You with me? Okay?”

“No, no chest tube,” Alex clenched his jaw tightly. “I’m okay. Don’t cut me.”

“Lexie, you get the betadine ready and I’ll do the rest. Okay?” Mark instructed.

“Okay,” Lexie wiped a few tears on her shoulder. “Okay.”

“Jo, hold him down for me. I need you to hold him still,” Mark waited as Lexie began to clean the area.

As soon as Mark began making the incision, Alex shouted out in pain, “Ah! AH!”

“Oh God,” Lexie whimpered sadly at the sight of her friend in distress. “Oh my God.”

“Shut him up! Shut him up,” Mark looked at Jo for help.

“AH!”

“Okay, okay…” Jo looked around frantically for something to stuff into his mouth to muffle the cries of pain. She found a somewhat clean towel and put it in between his teeth to bite on. “Alex, baby, please. I know it hurts really bad but I need you to be quiet. He could come back. The shooter could come back if he hears you.” Jo felt the hot tears run down her face as Alex let out a particularly strangled cry. “I’m so sorry, Alex. I’m so sorry.”

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“B.P’s 60 palp,” Lexie her stethoscope around her neck.

“He’s losing a lot of blood. Damn it,” Mark sighed. “He needs a transfusion. I don’t know what we’re gonna do.”

“I’ll go,” Jo let out a breath. “I’ll go get the blood for him.”

“No, Jo you need to stay here,” Mark shook his head.

“He needs blood though, he can’t go without blood. He’ll die,” Jo felt herself grow agitated at Mark’s protest. “We can’t just leave him here to bleed out.”

“I’m not suggesting that,” Mark frowned. “It’s too dangerous. I can’t let you go out there in good conscience. I’ll do it.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. You’re the attending. Alex needs you here more than he needs me,” Jo insisted and pressed a hand to her chest as she felt the anxiety increase within her. “And I can’t just sit around here waiting for him to bleed out on the table. I can’t Mark, I can’t watch him die.”

“I’ll go,” Lexie interrupted. “I’ll go get it.”

“That’s insane. I’ll get it,” Mark flashed a crazed look towards Lexie.

“No. Jo is right. I don’t know what to do, neither of us know what to do. You know what to do. You need to stay here and take care of him and Jo can help you,” Lexie placed a hand on Jo’s arm. “Jo, you need to be here. Alex needs you right now. He’s in so much pain and he needs you to hold his hand and tell him that you love him and remind him that he’s going to be a dad, because you’re having a baby. You’re pregnant, Jo. That’s the best news in the world right now. And you’re my best friend, which means that it's my job to take care of both you and the baby. So, you’re going to stay here because I don’t need two more Karevs in danger.”

“Lexie…”

“I’m serious,” Lexie took a deep breath and leaned over Alex. He had a glazed expression in his eyes. “Alex, it’s me. It’s Lexie. I’m gonna go get you some blood, but I’ll be right back. Don’t die. Please don’t die.”

Once Lexie had made her way out the door, Alex mustered enough strength to speak, “Hey, Sloan. Try not to kill me. I’ve got a kid on the way and a wedding to plan.”

“I’m doing my best,” Mark answered sincerely.

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Shannon! I have a question for today, it might be a little broad, but how did you come up with Natia’s character? :)

AMY!!! hello! sorry that i have *just* gotten to this as my weeks have increasingly gotten insanely busy between my job starting back up, school, college stuff, and ap exam chaos as well haha! i did this at about 11pm(?) and i'll be queuing it up for the morning for you, but outside of tumblr, i've thought a lot about this question and what i really wanted to include in this question. having almost spent 10 months spent writing and developing natia to who she is today makes a whole lot of stuff move through my brain when i go back to my developing stages for her! thank you for the question (and the broadness, never fear, i absolutely love it!)

Natia's character really came from the idea of just wanting to really push myself out of the box and *out there* to see what I could do. And I will say Landslide is one of my most *out-there* projects in terms of content - I mean we have Death as a personified character, crazy Agent Mortem, all these past connections to Natia? It's chaos haha! But, I had experimented previously with a partly Polish-OC, Hazel Parker of "The Soldier of Stars", and from that, I went, well there's no centrally focused Polish OC yet that I have seen (this was back in like June-July 2020 mind you, so there probably has been Polish OCs created since this time!!) and I had always felt that the Warsaw Uprising was inherently important! I also read up on the Polish Resistance and how they were the most effective resistance group of continental Europe during the war, with ultimately the Warsaw Uprising being their last final push that did sort of end that.

Something I've really enjoyed about creating Natia's character was putting a great focus on her flaws. Now, her strengths are just as important - she is a great soldier in the field, she's highly intelligent and can make quick decisions on the fly, she withholds a lot of strength when it comes to situations where she needs to focus, she's observant, and she keeps herself fairly humble when not bursting at the seems. She doesn't let herself get stepped over very often (unless it's Mortem) and if anything she will insert herself, and show what skills she has, but she won't go overboard. She's also passionate about her country and her people and she always has something to fight for and even when she feels all hope is lost, she withholds a tiny little sliver no matter what, even if she doesn't feel it. But her flaws I feel are a massive part of her character. She's stubborn, she won't let people help her, she has trouble expressing emotion, she numbs herself more often than not to not feel the pain that she is supposed to feel, she blames everything on herself, she gets hot-headed quite easily, and grows to the point of nearly irrational at some moments in time and even will let her emotions get the best of her in times like this. But that makes up who Natia is as a character and who she is as a person in general.

But even with the strengths and flaws of her character, it makes her very much still a human being. And that was one of my main goals when creating Natia - make her human enough to make that angst HURT, but make her human enough that when you see her succeed or even the little wins here and there, you want to cheer. Because those are human moments. And I know this sort of character creation is not for everyone, but for me over the past near-year, this has been one of my favorite things about creating Natia because I've found myself able to relate to her even though I'm so vastly different from her.

I did some research on a British-Polish SOE Agent, Krystyna Skarbek otherwise known as her alias Christine Granville and I took a few liberties from this amazing woman and used it on Natia. But things such as Agent Mortem, Death/War connection and the eventual introduction of another character Solomon Campbell (who will be in Part 3), as well as the Resistance group of Part 1 and her siblings and parents, are all more of my own ideas and connections!

Something I have had a LOT of fun doing is showing that even though on the exterior Natia seems cold-hearted and dark and numb, and whatever other *cold+dark* ideas can be thought up, she is very much underneath -- not that. We can see how much evidently she cares for someone like George Luz; I mean even Joe Liebgott has pointed it out to her. She always is just trying to do her best and do what is best in the situation - no longer it is about what is good or bad anymore to her, it's about doing what's best in the situation for the time being, and I really love that aspect of her character a lot! We can see that when the war ends, she wants to live on the English coast, far away from war all alone with a dog and even a little goat in a seaside cottage. She grew so attached to the word AWOL after Joe Toye came and sat with her that night in Holland and they talked for once about something other than war. She even withheld her name, her nationality and just about everything else to keep the idea of the cold-face agent she thought she was up so the men of Easy Company don't have to know the real her. But -- was it to protect her...or to protect Easy? All these little ideas I threw in there to show that she is actually, very, compassionate in many ways, and caring and attentive and observant of the men and women she works with.

I really try to show that Natia listens when she listens to someone speak and she observes and she pays attention more than anything. And she ends up, holding information like that close to her and finding comfort in it.

My goal with Natia was to show that there can be a balance to "the bad-ass fighter" idea who fights for what she believes, but also remain human as well. We can see how much things affect her, especially the loss of friends. Of course, she doesn't show this to other people, but to use as readers, we see this and we see her occasional breakdown - and in a way, she continues living on their legacies because she listened to what they had to say. For example, Zdzich told her to not let the war overtake her, and throughout the story so far, we've see her sort of repeat this to herself in various ways. Because Zdzich meant that much to her. She's lost so much by this point in war that almost it's so sad to see that she, from what we all know of BoB, still has to go through so much, but at that point, she's fought so much, that all she can do it keep pushing on with it.

I think one of the most interesting moments from writing Natia was when the first few chapters were actually uploaded on platforms and there was someone really coming after Natia for her decisions and for this, that and the other thing (amy if i vaguely remember i think you remember who this person is as well because you clapped back at them once, and man your response was GOLD!!!). One of those things was Natia's approach with food (TW: mentions of struggling to eat with food, references of depression and struggling to eat, mental health issues relating...) and the person who commented would always be saying something about how she needs to eat, and she needs to remain strong and she needs to snap out of it with her depression and all this other stuff and to be honest, I sort of sat there for a moment like??? But there's reasons WHY she's not eating? Why she's holding back? (And of course ones I had mentioned so...) But let's move on.

Mental health was a prevalent thing in World War 2, though it was not looked upon fondly and Natia essentially does have depression as well as a border-line eating disorder. And so when the comment said that she had to snap out of it, I don't know it sort of off-put me because I have family with both those disorders and they've had treatment for it for years and you can't just snap out of it. I really tried to stress that 'the snapping-out-of-it" does not work, and the person kept firing back a bit at it, so I just moved on from it and ignored it. Natia's struggle with eating, as one can see, also comes from the heavy guilt and grief that is slowly uncovered throughout the story of what Natia has done and what has happened throughout the course of the war to her. Natia's number one thing she constantly does and has now become the focus of many character relationships with her (ie Doc Gene Roe) is the clenched fists, that she squeezes until they bleed and eventually need wrapped up by the Doc. Something she also refuses to accept she has a problem with. As we can see, acceptance is a concept she struggles with more than anything and something she will essentially have to learn to simply, accept.

That's just sort of one of the many bits of information about her character that I added, especially in society today as mental health is so important and so I just wanted to share a bit of the backlash I got from someone for it. But I guess that's life, but I'll continue to write Natia Filipska as an OC who does struggle with depression because of her life in war.

Natia's character and her story is probably one of the most complex characters and stories I've written and crafted and created and I'm just extremely happy with how she ended up coming out in the end! I'm about to go and do some writing and editing for her and it's just so exciting writing her because of all these various levels she withholds and she slowly lets uncover as the story unfolds! I just love it! OH - and we can't forget about the infamous mentions of the piano....yep that'll be coming up soon haha!! <3

THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTION AMY!!! IT MEANT SO MUCH!!!! just getting to talk about Natia a little bit and her character and what my mind set was creating her - it means so much. my mindset with her is somehow always changing and shifting as she goes through her character arc throughout the story and how her developmental shifts and it's just something i really love and enjoy more than anything!!! <3 so thank you for letting me just talk about it for a little while as well as my thoughts and opinions, it means a lot :)

#character analysis #natia filipska #agent fidel #landslide #bob fic #band of brothers #band of brothers fic #OC #band of brothers OC #thank you amy!#this was very fun to put together i will say!#tw: mentions of depression/slight eating disorder #ALL QUEUED UP !!!!

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Waterpark | Archer and Jakob

My friend asked me to write this actually, and it was a lot of fun <3

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Archer pulled the front of his jacket together, covering his chest as his face turned red. He quickly hooked the zipper together and zipped himself up, concealing his body. He let out a sigh of relief. That felt better.

He turned his head up to look around the water park, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone important. Archer fiddled with the zipper and bit his lower lip, starting to tap his foot on the pavement. He wasn't very fond of standing around waiting, especially in a place as open as this, but for this special someone that he planned to meet up with, he'd do anything.

Archer looked down at his feet, gulping down the lump that had risen in his throat. If he was being completely honest, he had no idea how to swim. He couldn't find himself comfortable enough with wearing just swim trunks to actually take lessons or even attempt to teach himself so he just never learned.

"Why the hell did I agree to this." Archer groaned, tousling his hair with his fingers. "I'm going to die on this date."

Then Archer's train of thought stopped as he processed the words that just came out of his mouth.

Date? A date? Did he just call an outing with his best friend a date? He plopped himself down on the ground, hiding his face in his hands. He just knew his face was turning bright red.

"I hate myselfffff." Archer drawled in a bit of a sing-songy voice.

"Aw hey, don't say that." Archer heard a familiar voice say with a pout. He whipped his head up, eyes wide and full of fear. There, right above him, he saw his best friend. Shirtless. Smiling. Incredibly hot.

What? Hot? His best friend? Hot? Haha. What is he thinking.

Archer pounded his fists lightly against his head, trying to clear away the thoughts he just had. He stood himself up and turned to face Jakob. He looked happy as ever. Why was he not surprised?

He shook his head, turning away to avoid staring at his friend's bare chest. He felt his face starting to warm up a bit. He was turning red again. His best friend was going to notice. He was going to make fun of him if he saw.

"Are you ready to get in the water? You've still got your jacket on and your glasses and you look shaky. Are you feeling okay? Do you have issues with swimming or something? Archer you should've told me we could've gone somewhere else!" His friend prattled on, worry quickly overtaking him. Archer jolted back into the conversation, practically shouting.

"NO IT'S FINE!" Archer yelled, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth, embarrassed at the loud octave his voice rose to.

"Sorry." Archer mumbled, looking away again. He watched as his dear, clueless friend cocked his head to the side, a confused look on his face.

"Sorry! Sorry. Jakob really. I'm okay with swimming. That's fine by me. I swear." Archer said, knowing full well that he was in fact, lying.

"Well-" Jakob started, hesitating a bit before extending his hand out to Archer. "-If you'd like, I can stick by you the whole time. You can hold my hand or lean onto me or whatever makes you comfortable. We can go find a place to put the stuff we're not gonna need while we're swimming then we can get started." He said with a smile. Archer too, hesitated before extending his hand and tightly gripping onto his friend's.

After finding a place to drop their belongings, and some convincing from Jakob, Archer took off his jacket and allowed his friend to pull him towards the water. Jakob stepped into the pool, the water splashing lightly around his ankles. Archer swallowed his fears and followed him, submerging his feet.

"There you go bud! You got your feet in! We're making progress." Jakob praised, noticing how nervous Archer still seemed. His friend slowly pulled him further into the water until it reached up to their middles. Archer's hold on Jakob's hand visibly tightened.

"You sure you're comfortable with swimming? You look insanely nervous." Jakob commented, pulling a single hand away before pulling away entirely. Archer let out a whimper of fear as his friend waded off a bit.

"Wait come backk." Archer pleaded. He blinked and squinted, trying to make his vision clearer. He couldn't see Jakob anymore. Archer stood up straight, looking around anxiously. He wasn't worried about his inability to swim considering his feet still touched the ground, but he was starting to feel vulnerable and exposed. What happened to staying by his side the whole time? He crumpled up on himself, refusing to move.

People brushed past him, laughing and having a good time. Where was your best friend when you needed him?

"Hey." A voice spoke. Archer rose his head, a huge smile spreading across his face when recognized the face. Then it turned into a deep frown.

"JAKOB YOU CAN'T JUST LET GO OF ME LIKE THAT!" Archer screeched, shoving him and causing him to fall back into the water. Jakob poked up above the surface again, laughing and smiling.

"Sorry, sorry. I expected you to follow me." Jakob told him, gently tucking a loose strand of Archer's hair behind his ear.

"Yeah well you said you'd hold my hand too so when you let go I got kinda anxious I guess." Archer said with a shrug, trying to brush it off. "Not like I'm scared of swimming though! Cause ... who would be haha." He laughed nervously. Archer looked up, noticing a concerned look on his friend's face.

"Archer buddy, if you don't like swimming or you are scared please tell me. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I want you to have fun!" Jakob pleaded with an overly adorable pout. Damn him.

"Nah it's not the water it's the people." Archer told him, only telling half the truth. "Can you just... maybe not let go of my hand next time?" He asked, his throat seeming to tighten up near the end of his sentence, making his words come out squeaky.

"You'd really feel more comfortable if I held your hand the whole time?" Jakob asked. Archer nodded, holding his hands out again.

"Yes please." He said, his face brightening as he watched Jakob place his hands on top of his. They intertwined fingers and held tight to one another.

"We'll take things slow. And this time, you'll make sure to follow me and I won't let go of you." Jakob promised, smiling softly.

"Thank you." -----

As time progressed, Archer started to get a little more comfortable on the more shallow end of the pool. The two would splash water at each other and laugh when the other said something stupidly funny. Things got a little testy when Jakob suggested moving to a less crowded area of the pool. The Deep End.

"Well if your issue is the people and not necessarily the water, a little deeper should be fine right?" Jakob suggested as he gently tugged on Archer's arm, pulling them further and further into deeper water.

"Yeah." Archer squeaked eventually, terrified of going any further. He could barely reach the bottom anymore, but he let Jakob drag him farther in until soon enough, he couldn't feel the bottom of the pool anymore. He clung tightly onto Jakob, trusting him to be able to keep him afloat. He let his face rest on his chest, the wetness of the little droplets beading his friend's skin oddly soothing pressed against his cheek.

He allowed himself to be lulled into a calmer state of mind with his head pressed against his friend's sturdy body, trusting him fully.

Until that trust was immediately broken. He felt himself be moved away from Jakob and he had to rely on himself to stay floating. He thrashed about, splashing water at his friend.

He was freaking out. He didn't want to go under, if he did, he wasn't sure if he'd get back to the top without having to choke up some water.

Then he felt a pair of hands grab his wrists and steady him. He took a moment to compose himself and looked straight ahead, being met with his friend's gaze.

"Deep breaths pal." Jakob told him, moving his hands up into his palms, holding Archer's hands tight. Archer took in a gulp of air before breathing back out, slowly calming down once more.

"See? There you go. It's not too bad, yeah?" Jakob said, his voice soft and soothing.

Archer nodded, relaxing as he felt the pads of Jakob's thumbs running over the back of his hands.

"I'm going to ask one more time. You're sure that water isn't a problem?" He asked, voice dripping with pure worry.

"Okay. I've never gone swimming before. I was just so happy to have the chance to spend time with you that I didn't even consider the fact that I have clue how to swim. I just. Really like hanging out with you. Not to mention you sounded so excited about coming to a water park. I didn't want to disappoint you." Archer rambled. Each word held truth in it.

"Archer." Jakob spoke, causing his head to turn up.

"You can tell me when you're not comfortable with something. I would've been glad to spend time with you anywhere. It didn't have to be here if you didn't want it to be." He explained, pulling one hand away from his and resting it on Archer's cheek. Archer leaned into the touch, placing his hand on top of his friend's.

"Thank you. For everything today. And for being so understanding. It really means a lot." Archer said with a smile.

"I think I can handle keeping myself floating now. But. I don't want you to let go of my hands. I like holding them." Archer muttered, gripping his best friend's tighter.

"Of course." Jakob responded, pulling their hands to meet in between the two of them.

"I refuse to let go. Unless at some point you'd want me to." He said with a laugh. Archer snickered and gripped his hands even tighter.

"Thank you so much I-"

"HEY LOOK OUT!!" A voice shouted.

The next thing Archer saw was beneath the surface of the pool. Water flooded his mouth and he started coughing and squirming, trying to resurface until everything eventually turned black.

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"ARCHER! ARCHER WAKE UP!" Slowly, his eyes opened up, giving him a blurry view of the outside world. He coughed up a small bit of water as he flipped onto his side before sitting up fully, wrapping his arms around his middle.

A strong pair of arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly.

"I thought you were totally dead!" Jakob cried, hugging Archer close, causing his face to press into his chest.

"Honestly. Me too." Archer admitted, coughing up a bit more water as he spoke.

"Gross..." He mumbled, staring at wet ground in front of himself.

Then he felt a pair of lips plant themselves on his cheek, giving him a quick little peck. He let out an audible squeak and his face turned cherry red. His eyes moved upwards, glancing at his friend. He could barely make out the features due to him being a bit blurry, but he could tell just how worried he really had been.

He looked like he had been crying, and it read plain as day on his face that he truly was scared for Archer's life.

"I fished you out of the water and let you rest on the ground, just waiting for you to get up. I tried cpr and-"

As Jakob rambled, Archer felt his hand rise to lips and he seemed to be in some sort of daze as he imagined what he could've meant.

"Like. Mouth to mouth?" Archer asked, feeling his cheeks heat up more. Jakob stopped talking, his face turning a bit red as well.

"I panicked, okay?" He muttered, crossing his arms. "I thought you were dying so I had to do something."

Archer watched as he scrunched up on himself, seemingly embarrassed. He moved a bit closer to Jakob, and without thinking, he pulled his friend's head down and pressed their lips together.

As he pulled away, he watched Jakob's expression go from embarrassed to extremely flustered. Archer laughed.

"Don't worry about it. I think I'm okay with the idea of you freaking out enough to kiss me while I'm dying." He joked, lightly punching Jakob's arm.

"Shut up!" Jakob squealed, pushing Archer back into the water.

#Archer Blaine #Jakob Carlos #my writing #waterpark story <3

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constilationn · 4 years

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Fire and Rain || Part 4

A/N: part four!! I had so much fun wiring this because its chock full of sarcasm. As always, I'd love comments or feedback or whatever - don't be shy!!

Rating: T

Warning:; Bad words

Summary: The landing was disastrous and the sarcasm between you and Poe rises

Part 3 🔥

You could smell the smoke before you opened your eyes, felt the heat of fire on your skin as you eyelids fluttered open. You groaned, head pounding as the scene around you came slowly into focus. Dazed with pain, the entire planet seemingly spinning, you forced yourself to sit up. You clamped your teeth together, vomit rising steadily in your throat, and swallowed thickly.

The ship was ablaze.

Rings of smoke curled towards the inky sky, flames touching the tips of the stars. Your hands grabbed at the sand underneath you and you clawed yourself away from the explosion, breath shaking with every move. Your body was on fire, every single cell in your body aching and burning as you forced yourself to your feet. You couldn’t tell where you’d landed or what system you were in, let alone the planet you were on. The fire crackled, orange embers licking the ship as you scanned the crash for anything you could use. Poe must’ve pulled off the best emergency landing for you to be alive—

Poe.

Your heart skipped a beat, and another as panic exploded across your mind. There was no way he survived if he was still in that ship. Judging from the charred remains that you could see, the ship had been on fire for at least an two hours and you’d been unconscious for the entirety of that time. Your mind reeled, tears of desperate hope springing to your eyes. Maybe he’d been thrown from the crash, maybe he’d cleared it once the ship was on the ground. There were a million possibilities yet the only one you could think of was Poe dead inside the fire.

“Poe?” His name left your lips in a broken beg, your voice hoarse. “Poe?” You struggled across the sand back towards the flames, desperation overtaking all sense of sanity and reason.

The sand around the ship was hot, burning to touch and you fought to stay on your feet. There was no logical way you could see into the flames, there was. O way you could get into the ship at all but Poe had to be somewhere. He had to tap you on the shoulder and give you that stupid smirk just one more time. He had to make you laugh with more stupid jokes, he had to be there. Cheeks wet and stained with tears, you listened for any sign of life, any sign of him. Instead, the ship creaked and the flames spat and the force of another blast knocked you clean off your feet and sent you flying back into the sand as the ship finally exploded.

“POE!” Your scream ricocheted across the desert as a sob tore through your body. “Poe.”

🔥

When you heard your name on his lips, you thought you were dreaming.

It was soft at first, so soft that you almost didn’t hear him. It was only when his voice grew louder and he shook your shoulders that your eyes flew open and you jumped up and into his arms.

“Poe!” You clung onto his shoulders as he laughed into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped tightly around you. “What happened? I though you were dead.”

“I got thrown from the crash.” You shoulders heaved in relief and you grinned. You stepped back, trying to calm your racing heart as he grinned at you. “You were worried about me?”

You shoved him so hard that he fell back into the sand, fury dancing in your eyes. “Fuck off.”

“Sweetheart,” he dusted himself off, catching up to you easily as you stormed across the sand. “He caught you arm, his touch making your breath hitch and you gasped softly, “What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t explain it. You didn’t know why you’d been so panicked. Yes, he was your friend, your colleague, but the feeling that had bloomed in your chest when you thought he was dead wasn’t something you could put into words. Even if you could, it wouldn’t matter. Poe had a rotating door when it came to the girls at the base and you were damned if you were going to be just another conquest for him. Besides, you’d told him not to take the ship without at least letting you look at it and if he hadn’t needed to jump in and be the hero so quickly, you wouldn’t be stranded in the middle of a desert.

“I told you we couldn’t take this ship,” you said finally, stopping to glare at Poe. “I told you it wouldn’t work but you had to jump in, just like always.”

He gave an indignant frown, “What?”

“I’m serious! You never think things through, your answer to eveything is get in that stupid X-wing and blow shit up!” You turned, defiantly meeting his eyes.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong with that! How many times have I had to fix your ship after you’ve done something insanely stupid?” You crossed your arms, letting him think before he shook his head.

“That’s not the point-“

You scoffed, cutting him off. “Not the point? That’s exactly the point! You never think and if you had just listened to me—“

“Listen to you?” You raised an eyebrow as Poe’s eyes darkened with anger. “Why would I listen to you? You’ve been off the base twice, both times with me and—“

“This isn’t about my life experience, Poe!” You shouted over him, “This is about you, not knowing when to fucking quit or just listen to something that isn’t your inner monologue.”

Poe nodded, pressing his lips together, “You think I’ve got an inner monologue—“

“I know you do.”

“Wow,” he scoffed, “you cant even let me finish a sentence because you know I’ll bring up a valid point and destroy your whole fucking argument.”

“It isn’t an argument if I’m pointing out facts.” You replied, fixing him with the sarcastic smile you knew he hated.

“That’s the definition of an argument!”

“Oh, so now you know about definitions?”

Poe sighed, running a hand through his curls and looked you up and down, “Okay, let’s just table this for now and...” his voice faded as you swayed a little on your feet, your head spinning ever so slightly. “Sweetheart,” he took a step forward, running his fingertips gently along your abdomen, “what happened? You’re bleeding.”

“I...” the corner of your vision was darkening quicker than you liked and Poe’s face was shifting in and out of focus. Your knees buckled and you fell forward into Poe as he caught you with a soft grunt. “Poe...” you whispered, eyelids fluttering closed as crimson bloomed across your shirt.

“Sweetheart?” You let your eyes finally close, holding on to the sound of his voice until it was the last thing to fade away and you plunged into an inky blackness, dreaming of the flame touched stars.

#star wars #Star Wars Fic #star wars imagine #poe dameron #poe dameron fic #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron angst #poe dameron fanfiction #the last jedi #The Force Awakens #the rise of skywalker #Fic #fanfic #series #fire and rain

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