#I've been wanting to do this but I just haven't had the motivation before ;v;
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I Want to Do What Lovers Do With You.◦○˚♡.˚ₓ
Pairing | Eddie Munson x reader
Warnings | 18+ only, P in V sex, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, praise kink, brief mention of uncomfy virginity loss (not to Eddie), brief mention of underage drinking, drug use, Eddie calls himself dumb a couple times, there’s maths talk early on I promise it’s only short.
Request | Concept. Reader has never gone on a date or anything before, they're not naive, they just haven't been interested in anyone. Eddie and reader have been crushing on each other for a while and when eddie half-jokingly asks them out they say yes. Reader being easily overwhelmed by the newfound affection and eddie having to get them used to it.
Word Count | ~4,000
A/N | So here's the thing. In hindsight I realise maybe you wanted virgin reader, and I didn't do that. I also didn't even write a date. However, I think I got the ~spirit~ of the request. I will definitely write virgin reader in the future, but I didn't do it here, sorry if that's what you were looking for. Reader is new to intimacy though, if that helps.
"Zero point seven." Eddie’s head snaps up from the calculator, waiting hopefully for the approving nods he’s been earning from you more and more.
"Mm-hmm,” you nod, pointing to the page of rough triangles you’d drawn out for him to practice. "Now remember, the cosine of the angle is equal to the adjacent, which we want, over the hypotenuse, which is twenty three, so..."
"I've gotta divide something now."
"Well, how about you write the equation down with what you have?"
"Shit," he sighs, leaning back in his chair. "That's just your nerdy way of telling me I gotta multiply."
You smile in spite of yourself, knowing that Eddie is the only person who has ever called you a nerd without any real malice. There's admiration, appreciation, in his tone somewhere, under the frustration.
"C'mon. Give it a try and then we can take a break, yeah?"
Eddie's face splits in a conspiratorial grin. “What sort of break are we talking here?"
"That depends on whether you answer correctly."
"Man. If only my real teachers knew how to motivate me like you. I'd probably have graduated early."
"Eddie. The cosine of the angle equals?"
"That’s just cruel. I’m trying to concentrate and you know your teacher voice gets me going."
You have to fight a nervous laugh, choosing instead to bite the inside of your lip and gesture to the paper with your head. Eddie sighs and brings his attention to the square lined notebook, twisting the pen round his fingers while he glances between the question and the calculator. You watch him pull his own plump lip between his teeth, hair falling over his shoulders when he leans down to stare at the numbers on the page the way he needs to do sometimes. He looks so sweetly determined your heart aches.
That's unique to him, too.
When you were twelve, you’d read teen romance novels and imagined yourself falling for someone the second you entered high school. Then you got there and boys were…exactly as they always had been. Sometimes friendly, sometimes cruel, but never very interesting. Your heart didn’t flutter, your knees didn’t shake.
Even when you lost your virginity, fumbling in the dark, head fuzzy with an early taste of alcohol, and it had been an endeavour of pure mediocrity. You expected it to hurt, but you wanted that hurt to feel like passion. Instead, it was an uncomfortable burn that had you gritting your teeth and avoiding wet kisses until he was done.
Luke Thompson would catch your eye in Physics years later, looking forlorn and longing.
Then there had been senior prom, something you had dreamt of when you were a pre-teen waiting for epic romance. You thought you probably would go, if you were asked. But when a smooth talking basketball player had sidled up to your locker, talking all kinds of slush about how he’d always thought you would get along but had never had the guts to ask you out, you’d weighed an evening of dancing awkwardly and pulling a strapless chiffon dress up to your armpits every twenty seconds against sitting comfy in your pyjamas and renting a good movie from Family Video.
You spent prom night gorging on microwave popcorn and falling asleep with Dune playing in the background.
You left for college, away from Hawkins and high school and boys whose parents knew your parents, and it allowed you one night stands without the pressure of seeing them in class every day after. Just the occasional awkward nod across a hallway, if you remembered them at all. Whatever they were, it was not love, or even affection. You were using them, and felt used in turn.
But now there’s Eddie.
When you were at school together, you moved in entirely different circles. Then you’d come back from your first year of college with fewer friends in Hawkins and a new interest in Mary Jane. You’d been standing in his trailer, fishing in your purse for a five dollar bill when he’d stopped you with, “hey, you’re kind of a nerd right?”
You blinked, raised an eyebrow. “There are seven hand painted Dungeons and Dragons miniatures to my right, Munson. You really wanna play this game?”
He grinned, a little surprised by the bite back. “Yeah, but a real nerd. You’re smart, I mean?”
“Not many people would admit to being stupid.”
“I do.”
You think that’s probably where it started. The ache for him. Eddie Munson, who you’d always dismissed as another boy with more confidence than he had any right to, stood there in his room, a sad but accepting smile on his face, and told you he thought there was something wrong with his brain.
“I mean, I never understand anything when I’m in class,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “And then whenever I think, maybe, I’m starting to get it, we move on to something else and I’m left sitting there like, hey, you’re not gonna go over that another couple times?” Eddie gave a defeated shrug. “I’m gonna fail again this year, I just know it.”
“Well, you don’t actually know that,” you’d tried, feeling guilty when he’d rolled his eyes at the meaningless platitude. “Okay, what, you want me to tutor you or something?”
“Yeah? I mean nobody smart enough at school would risk being seen with me. Wouldn’t be a problem for you though, right? You’re a college girl now, above that kind of stuff.”
“And the benefit to me would be?”
“Free bud? Or whatever else you’re into,” he shrugged, dimples appearing soon after as he leaned into your space, your heart beating in your ears. “I’ve heard you academic types struggle to stay away from the good stuff.”
So while your new friends from college are spending their long Summer in Key Largo, or camping in Joshua Tree, you are at home in Hawkins, driving most days to Eddie’s trailer to get him where he should be in Math, English, Science and Geography.
You are giving him more help than he’s paying you for, but it didn’t take you long to think of him as worth it.
Big brown eyes you have to get up close to appreciate, pretty pink lips always smiling when you’re around. He’s self deprecating but he blushes when you compliment and encourage him. Eddie calls you smart with adorable reverence and listens to your opinions. He’s funny and he’s talented and you want to hold his face in your hands and squish.
It’s like every embarrassing girly teenage crush you never had has been focused all on this one boy and fuck, you weren’t expecting it when you drove up to his trailer for the first time with a calculator in hand, but it’s barely been a month and you want him like you've never wanted anybody.
You didn’t mind touching people who knew better what they were doing than poor Luke from Physics, didn’t mind clashing teeth and your face pressed into sheets. You didn’t mind that they’d leave in the morning, or you would. You never wished them back. You never imagined holding their hand the way you think about holding Eddie's hand. Warm, big, soft in the palms and rough at the ends of his fingers, chunky rings you want to bring to your face and stare at.
You think so many things about Eddie you never expected, wonder endlessly about what you wish to know.
What is his favourite food? Could make it for him as he wants it? Does he like horror movies, or is that an assumption? Even if he doesn't, would he watch one with you anyway, let you cuddle into his side on his Uncle’s couch, jumping and laughing together? Would he want to drive you places, play the gentleman? Would he want to meet your parents? Get a house in the city? Adopt a dog or a cat? Go on dates and be sweet with each other well into your sixties?
What does Eddie picture when he thinks about his future? Are you there?
You wonder if he knows. No matter what he says, Eddie is not dumb, not even close. Surely he has to see that you’re giving more than you’re getting back.
“Sixteen point one.”
You flinch a little to be pulled from your thoughts, face warm while you check his work. Scratchy, messy handwriting, calculations done correctly. You smack your hands on your knees. “Break time.”
“Hell yeah,” Eddie grins, fingers waggling in the air as he stands to search for his metal lunchbox.
“You left it in the kitchen.”
Eddie pauses to give you a warm, thankful smile, hand coming to lay flat on the left side of his chest. “You always keep me right, sweet thing.”
You have a love-hate relationship with the flirting. It makes your palms sweat like nothing else, your stomach do something it has only ever done at the first jolt forward on a roller coaster, your heart pound in excitement even as it aches with worry. It's exhausting.
Eddie reappears at his door, hair flying out behind him as he glides over to you, settled on his bed. He settles in next to you, his long arm warm and in line with yours from shoulder to elbow. While he rolls a spliff on his side table, you pick at a new hole on the knees of your blue jeans. You scowl, thinking about how you’ll never locate a pair as good as these in Hawkins, thinking about driving to a city for the day, thinking about abandoning this place altogether, heading back to your college town where good stores sell quality jeans and whatever else you could want. Away from here, away from Eddie, who is beginning to torture you with his smiles.
And his touch.
Eddie grabs your hand from your knee to pass you the newly lit joint, leaving your skin aching to remember the feeling of his calloused fingers. You know his eyes are on your face when you take a drag, and you wonder helplessly if you look cute, or hot, or sexy in your college sweater and jeans, lips wrapped around rolled paper.
It's a new feeling, and you can't say you're enjoying it. Since spending all this time with Eddie, you’ve come to understand why other people had so much trouble getting their heads down at school. If you thought like this back then, endlessly pondering the prospect of being liked, desired, loved, you would never have got anything done.
“Hey,” Eddie says when he takes the joint back. “I have a question.”
“No, I don’t expect you to get back to trigonometry when we’re done.”
You hear the rushed breath from his nose, a little amused sound. “No question there. You lose all authority when you’re high.”
“Do not. I could make you study.”
“Nah,” he answers, eyes crinkling at the sides pleasantly, just like everything he does. “You get pretty docile. You’d let me do anything I wanted.”
His fingers brush yours at the next pass, a heated tingle running up your back and across your neck. Your mouth feels a little dry, and you lick your lips like it’ll help, thinking about all the implications of that sentence. “Not anything.”
Eddie has the good sense to blush then, but he quickly shakes his head and powers through. “What I was going to ask was, how come a girl like you is spending her Summer with me?”
You raise an eyebrow, settling back into his pillows to get comfy as your head begins to fuzz, trying to ignore the pleasant hit of his smell emanating from the squished fabric. “Were you smoking this before I got here? You asked me to tutor you.”
“Yeah, and God knows I need all the help you’re giving me,” he says, eyes wide and earnest. “I mean, seriously, I feel like I have a real chance of crawling my way out next year. But what I- what I meant was, and tell me if I’m crossing a line here, sweetheart, how come you’re here, with me, and not road tripping with some college boys or whatever all your friends are doing right now?”
Your face gets hotter. “Does it matter?”
“Does it- yeah. Yes. It matters.”
A prickle of recognition crawls up your spine, stemming from his tone, the way he’s looking at you, how he’s sitting; tense against your side. In the past, you would have felt pure dread, mind working overtime to prepare the required explanation for a boy who was really looking for you to change your mind. Instead, there’s nerves, all along your body, but there is excitement, too. Butterflies zipping about in your stomach.
“Why?” You ask, passing the joint back, letting yourself freely enjoy the brief touch of his skin, now that you realise that’s allowed. “Why does it matter?”
Eddie blinks at you, his bottom lip shaking. “Well, if I’m being honest,” he starts, pausing to turn away from you and take a long drag like he needs a moment to think it through. Then he eyes you from the side, thumb flicking ash into a metal tray. “I guess the answer might save me from making a fool of myself? If you say that this is all an elaborate prank or I have a rich distant relative paying you to spend time with me or, I don’t know, that helping out super seniors will be good on your resume, then, then I’d accept it. And even this particularly dumb super senior would know not to ask a really, really dumb question.”
“You’re not dumb, Eddie.” You nudge his body with yours, head cottony, loose lipped. “I really, really wish you’d stop saying that.”
Eddie’s gaze moves to your face where you are leaning back on his pillows, watches the subtle turn of your head, rubbing your cheek against the cotton, the feel of it uniquely pleasant after a couple hits.
“I’ll do whatever you tell me to if you go out with me.”
It sounds like he wasn't even entirely aware he was speaking until he's done. Eddie's eyes widen, his face flushing pink.
“Is that you asking me?”
“Depends on whether you answer correctly”
Eddie smiles at the repetition, like he’s playing coy, like this is fun, but he is too expressive by half. His big eyes are searching, waiting, with a hint of resignation, to learn that he is fooling himself.
Eddie always came across as cocky to you, at school. Just like the jocks he hated, he was an overconfident boy. Even now you can picture him stepping up on cafeteria tables and declaring himself a rebel with about a million different causes. But here, alone with you in his room, Eddie makes himself vulnerable.
Your cautious heart calls out to his. Don’t worry, me too.
You take a deep breath, forcing yourself not to look away. “I’d say yes, Eddie.”
You receive a classically Eddie slow blink, followed by a grin that screams every ounce of his joy and relief. His head tilts forward. “Shit. You’re serious?”
"If you are."
"Jesus- yes, I'm serious." Eddie nods emphatically, eyes wide like he’s worried you’ll take it back if he doesn’t establish how much he meant it. “We could get dinner? Or I’ll take you to the nice cinema in the next town? Or- or the lake, or I could show you the bar my friends and I play in-”
You gaze at him, butterflies erupting at the sight of his pleased smile, the way his hair moves with every excited tilt and nod of his head. This is new, and exciting, and scary.
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ♡ ୧.˚ₓ
You stay in Hawkins until the end of Summer, until you have to go back to college and Eddie needs work for his final, final year at high school.
He sends you off with a worn Metallica t-shirt to wrap around a pillow and cuddle into, a buzzy, crackling recording on tape of his voice over guitar, the black ring from his right hand that would be a promise made too early if it was from anyone else.
You leave him with all the pens he chewed the tops of, hand written practice sheets for every class he’s taking, old notes on differentiation, centripetal force, the River Nile, searched for and retrieved from the back of closets in your parents house. You hope Eddie knows that this is you trying.
Across the months you spend in his arms with weather cooling and trees turning, followed by stolen weekends, every break from classes lasting longer than three days, you learn so many things about Eddie.
He eats boxed mac and cheese by the pot. When you boil up some pasta on your own, he shovels it down the same way, surprised when the rich homemade sauce leads to you rubbing his tummy all night and trying not to laugh while he groans out that every spoonful was worth the pain.
He likes all kinds of horror movies; psychological and slasher and comedy. Getting you under his arm while they play in his living room and covering your eyes without your permission during the scary parts becomes a particular joy for him.
“Eddie, get off!”
“No can do, sweet thing. Gotta protect you from potential nightmare material. That’s my job now.”
He loves driving you everywhere, loves the sight of you in his van, sorting through the tapes in his glove compartment.
“Mega…Death?”
“The world’s foremost thrash metal band. Great choice.”
He wants to meet your parents, but he’s scared of what they’ll think of him. Dog or cat, he doesn’t mind as long as it’s not a horrible little yappy thing. He wants to get out of this town forever, live in a city, or really anywhere but here, where he could afford a nice-ish place.
When he pictures his future, you are there.
“Course, I would stay in Hawkins if you wanted to move back here.”
You’re trying, all of the time. You want him more than anything, because this is different, this is special, but that’s also what makes it so difficult. You are used to pleasured touches followed by closing doors, and it has left you disarmed to the open way that Eddie loves you, the only way he knows how.
“I know, I know,” he murmurs to your cheek, the roll of his hips a steady, torturous rhythm, drawing long whines from the back of your throat. Eddie’s big hand covers your forehead, pushing sweaty stray hairs away, rubbing your eyebrow with his thumb. The other is tucked under your back, helping you to arch sweetly so the head of his cock can find the spot at the back of your pussy that claims you, makes you desperate for him, with each heavy thrust. His brown eyes are sympathetic to your whimpers, proud of you for taking everything he has to give, even when it feels like your heart will beat out of your chest. “It’s always just a little too much for my sweet girl, mm? Still not used to being touched right.” He sighs, gives you a little pout with shining eyes. “I left you waiting too long for me, didn’t I?”
“Eddie,” you cry, fingers digging into his back, arms and legs wrapped tight around him as if he might leave if you let him loose. It’s perfect like this, his body weighing down on yours. You are too warm, your lungs protesting the lack of space to expand, but you can feel Eddie’s skin against every part of you. Any time you want, you can reach up to tuck some of his hair back off his sweaty neck. You do, earning yourself a perfect Eddie smile and a kiss from soft lips. The taste of his mouth, familiar to you now, makes your body clench around him, arms and legs around his torso, your weeping cunt around his cock. Nothing is like this, nothing is so perfectly overwhelmingly right.
“Oh, I felt that,” he smiles, breath spreading across your face at his chuckle. “Remember the first time you let me inside you? Wanted to be bent over and fucked, like you’re used to, mm?” Your toes curl in embarrassment, wanting to hide your face from him but there’s nowhere to go with his gentle hand holding you in place. You are left with your watering eyes, his pretty face blurring until you just about manage to blink the tears away. “It’s better like this, isn’t it?” He presses kisses down your nose, across your cheek to the corner of your mouth, sighing happily. “It’s better when we make love?”
You seize up, crying out, your back arching further as if you could get any closer to him. Eddie fucks you through the desperate clenching of your cunt, each hit to the spongy nerves of your spot building your pleasure past what should have been its peak. Your hand drifts up his back, grasping his neck from behind, fingers flexing and pulling at his pale skin enough that there will be dark bruises there tomorrow.
At the heavy sob that falls from your mouth, Eddie lets you up, wrapping a hand around the back of your head to help you bury your face in his neck.
Eddie hums as you come down, hips moving in tight circles like he’s just trying to get deeper while you weep into his skin. Your lungs feel increasingly restrained, little gasping breaths between wails, still confined between Eddie’s body and the mattress. “C’mon,” he says, leaning down to kiss your temple, rubbing below your ear with his thumb. “Let me see you. Need your pretty eyes to make me come.”
You feel him twitch inside you when he settles you back into his pillows, blinking up at him, finally letting the tears fall. The first time Eddie made you cry like this, overwhelmed at the intensity of feeling for him and all he does to you, you were afraid he would slow down, that it would ruin it for him.
He’d licked the tears off your cheek and grunted through gritted teeth that nothing had ever made him so hot.
Eddie stares at you intensely now, mouth relaxed and open, letting out excited groans as his hips stutter, almost ready to fill you up. He could cum without your voice, like the others before him, but he is the first who deserves it.
“You treat me so well, Eddie,” you breathe, taking a shaky gasp at the sudden increase in the pace of his thrusts.
Eddie nods desperately, his bottom lip shaking. “‘M trying.”
“I know,” you nod in turn, grasping his face with your hands, whispering so he knows it is all only for him. “I’m so lucky, Eddie. You’re so good, so good. Better than anything when you make love to me.”
His lips find yours to kiss you, but you end up breathing in his final moan instead, feeling him fill you up right with pooling warmth. Your legs squeeze his back, your pussy gifting you another little peak, a grateful flutter for taking Eddie’s cum deep inside you.
Eddie drops entirely then, face pressed to the base of your neck. You groan a little, but allow yourself to caress his face, sweep his hair away from his sweaty forehead, hold it away from his heated neck. He presses a final wet kiss to your collar and rolls off you, finally allowing your protesting lungs the space to breathe properly.
It doesn’t last long. Without ceremony, your whole body is pulled towards him, leaving your face tight to his chest. It steals the fresh air of the room, replacing it with the humidity your bodies create this close together.
But it’s good. It’s better, because it smells like Eddie, feels like Eddie, and everything is better with him.
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okay a bit (a lot, tldr in tags) of rambling to gather my thoughts, but for the dog coded bucky fic <3 enjoyers i have tentatively decided:
i will finish chapter two so ik it's # serious lol, plan out the rest of the chapters so i make sure i don't need to change anything in the first two (bc i'm still not even sure how many chapters it'll be), and then, i think i will force myself to stop being a Coward and post ch1 🫠
but i DO want to warn you that i am a slow writer, i've said this before ik, but i haven't written a chaptered fic in about five years so i'm really not sure how my pacing will be, so i feel like it's fair to lyk in advance!
my ideal aim would be to get a chapter out once a week, but i'm gonna be so real, a more realistic goal is once every two–ish weeks because me + freshly–medicated adhd + writing is not conducive to productivity lmaoo :')) tbh i'd be happy if i even got one done a month but i'm hoping to be faster than that, i just also don't want to rush bc this fic is so close to my heart already, i don't want to put smth out where i feel like i let myself/readers down. <3
anyway. that's my yapping for the afternoon, very excited bc i made a lovely fellow fruit loop friend recently while in queue for a concert and we both accidentally found out the other wrote fanfic LOL u get close real quick when ur holding out for barricade all day 😭
but we have a writing day planned tmrw!! bc body doubling is a lifesaver. so i'm rly hopeful i'll get ch2/all my plotting done tmrw and if all goes well, ch1 can be posted this week <33 half of the reason for posting this is to hold myself accountable too bc i'll feel more pressure to work away at it so i don't have to eat my words lmfaoo
to the angels who have been following the (very slow) formation of this fic, genuinely thank u sm for being so patient with me and also for always keeping my spirits and motivation up chatting to me ab it, i don't think i would've ever actually ended up writing it otherwise so!! i am v thankful <33 it's 'just fic' but it's also a return to something i adore but haven't had the inspo or energy for in years so i'm very :'))
#tldr: if all goes well ch1 of dog coded bucky fic will be up this week#dog coded bucky fic#<- updates will always be under that tag! :-)#soon i can start using the actual title but idk if i will i'm kinda attached to our silly tag#i'm gonna make some cute moodboards for it probs too#art eventually but that's v time consuming so later <3#johnslittlespoon yaps
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20 Questions for Fic Authors
Thank you @thebrandywine for the tag!! :))
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
43!
2. What is your AO3 wordcount?
113,038
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Mostly just Resident Evil, haha, but I've dabbled in a couple other things over the years... nothing else currently, though!
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
I. My lone Genshin fic 😭😭 at 935 kudos (holy shit!!)
II. Ripping at the Seams with 670
III. *metal pipe sound effect* with 301
IV. Fracture with 290
V. Day 18: Ache with 253!
5. Do you respond to comments?
As much as possible!!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
:3
You tell me: is there more angst when older Leon dies, or when re2 rookie Leon does? Personally, I'm leaning on the rookie, but 'do you believe' has the added Hunnigan and Chris angst haha
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
you're my lover is just straight up Nivannedy fluff and sweetness :)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Haven't yet, thankfully!
9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?
Sometimes 😭 usually it's more of a plot relevant thing than anything else, because smut isn't always my jam--but there are exceptions!! I'm writing a crack ship re5 thing asjdjds and sometimes I do like writing scenes that involve a little sexy time, but I don't think I'd ever write it as a standalone pwp sort of thing haha
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?
No...? I mean, I have a Blade Runner au on the backburner of my infinite stove, but I've never put different characters together in a true crossover. Wrote the beginning of an Eragon + Percy Jackson + something I can't remember, when I was in like. 7th grade? But that's long gone and nothing ever came of it asdjdjs
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Hopefully not... 👁️👁️
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Thought about it! It hasn't happened haha, but I'm open to the idea
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
I'll be honest... ships are kind of cute adorable plot devices to me. I don't really have a favorite per se, but I do tend to prefer Chreon, Metaltango, and Nivannedy! I like Clairejill and I'm pretty invested in Ada/Hunnigan right now hehe but none of them really stands out as the OTP, y'know?
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Not sure! I tend to jump around and abandon and revive things a lot, so it's honestly just up in the air. I'm loath to put one on the chopping block, but I have my doubts about this one (OG!) re4 fic where Leon passes out during the cabin fight
16. What are your writing strengths?
I've been told that I have a very visceral writing style by several people, and I do often get compliments on how well I've made something feel real/captured a specific feeling! Which is a huge compliment you guys are so nice 🥺 and I do like to think that I'm good at descriptive writing!! I see things very clearly in my head and it's gratifying to know I'm getting it across fully :)
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I tend to go at it without figuring out where I'm going, first. Plots are held together with a dab of white glue and some fraying string, and I often worry that I'm not putting scenes together coherently. I can do all the technical stuff just fine, but I really struggle with pacing and character motivations and foreshadowing and background etc, which I think is why I tend to write shorter fics!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
It's rarely worth it, unless there's some sort of narrative significance or I get to use my Latin knowledge for some silly villain 😭
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Bungou Stray Dogs!
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I've always been partial to Fracture
Tagging- @fonulyn, @colesabi, @lightenupcowboy, @sunhatllama, @resident-rats, and anyone else who I forgot or wants to participate! <3
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @devirnis <3
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
342
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
a little over 1.8 million
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Right now, 9-1-1, though in the last two years I've also written Merlin, Ted Lasso, Stargate: Atlantis and Our Flag Means Death, and I've completed two OFMD vids and am working on a third.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1. Accept No Substitutes (Merlin) 2. What Child Is This (Merlin) 3. Best Man (Merlin) 4. Motive and Method (Hawaii Five-O) 5. Revelation (Merlin)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I might put angst in the fic itself, but I don't usually leave it in an angsty place. I suppose overall the angstiest fics ending-wise would be the Doggett/Reyes fics I wrote in X Files, probably because that was kind of the mood of the show.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I haven't really written any non-happy ending fics, and to classify one as "happiest" after 300+ stories over 20 years is pretty much impossible, sorry. Oh wait, in Defenders of the Realm (linked below) Merlin and Arthur save millions of people so I guess I'd pick that one. ;)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I haven't gotten hate specifically; I've shown my ass once or twice over the years and been called out for it, and I've apologized and corrected where possible. And lately with 9-1-1 I've had the odd person upset about the actions of a character in a couple of my fics, but it's not that they think the actions are out of character. It almost seems as though they don't want characters to ever do things that are personally frustrating or upsetting to them even if those actions make sense for that character in that situation? It's odd, but thankfully it's been pretty rare.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yep. I've written a wide variety of stuff over the years. Even straight people getting it on! :D
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Harry Potter/US Queer as Folk, anyone?
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't really care if I have.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, several times! I'm always so amazed that someone took the time to do that.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes, though not recently; it used to happen a lot more in the good ol' days of LiveJournal.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
I couldn't even begin to pick. So many men, so little time. When I'm in the throes of fandom love, that's my favourite.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I have one Merlin WIP up on AO3 that still bothers me from time to time, but I'm not sure I'll ever get back to it because I just got mired in a plot dead end and saw no way out. I also have over 10000 words of an OFMD modern AU, but again, I hit a point where I realized I had no idea how to end it so I hit the brakes at the end of act one.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I would say characterization, and making an effort to research and try my best to work the location or the culture of the characters into a story in an authentic way.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Plot-heavy stories are not my favourite thing - I can do it but I'd rather write basic bitch romcoms. And you're not going to get the most original shit ever from me - my writing is not gourmet cuisine, it's comfort food.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Research, and/or have a beta who speaks that language.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Oh god, I think it was either V or Adderly, a very Canadian show from the 80s. Those were written on high school foolscap and will never see the light of day.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
Again, it's really hard to pick one after all these years. Just a few random fics I have soft spots for: Auld Lang Syne (due South), Refugee Status (Sentinel), The Road to Nevada (SGA), Defenders of the Realm (Merlin), And We'll Talk in Present Tenses (Lewis), Skin Deep (I Spy), From a Rut to a Groove (Die Hard), and too many heartbeats for one ribcage (911).
I don't tag, so anyone who wants to do this have at it!
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Life Updates because it's been awhile:
I live in the country and we have a well instead of using nasty city water. Well the well ended up having some issues and we don't have water (we've been buying gallons and stuff at the store, don't worry). That's been a time.
I began therapy last Monday (22nd) and had my 2nd session an hour ago. I think it's going well? Idk, my therapist seems nice but I'm going to give it a couple more sessions before deciding.
I know the queue/draft lists are v low, but I don't want to open my askbox just yet. My motivation just keeps fluctuating (I blame my depression) and I do want to finish the 2 things in my draft (one of them is technically finished, I just need to transfer it from my phone to tumblr which is difficult cause I prefer my laptop and don't use my phone a lot).
I binged Helluva Boss and am watching Hazbin Hotel. I love both of those shows and demand compensation for the emotional damage I've been given. I also started watching Initial D because my therapist recommended it and I absolutely love the music (I was losing my mind that it took 4/5 episodes to get to the first race because the anticipation was that high).
I preordered P3 Reload. No idea when I'll actually have time to play it, but I'm going to have it and hopefully be able to write Makoto content once I've played through
And I believe that is it with my life updates? Just some good, bad, frustrating things but I'm trying to take it a day at the time. I was recommended to try meditation from my therapist so excuse me while I go find some nice ASMR to listen to and relax
(also, I appreciate you all and hope that you're taking care of yourselves!! Life is hard, but you're amazing. Please hydrate and eat something if you haven't. I'm proud of you <333)
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Tournament Report, 2 League Cups and 2 League Challenges (It's been a minute)
Hey y'all, it's been a minute so I felt it's time to make another tournament report. I've been in a bit of a depression lately and lost motivation to do pretty much anything, so sorry for the long hiatus. In the month or so I haven't posted, I went to two league cups and two league challenges, and I managed to earn championship points in three out of the four tournaments I went to. Here's how they went.
League Cup #1, September 16th, 2023, 8/24 +25 Champ Points
For this cup I played Miraidon ex with Path to the Peak, which was a break from the norm of me playing Lost Box in these types of tournaments. Honestly, I wanted to play Lost Box before tournament, but I just decided on a whim to play this instead. There is no other reason why. With that out of the way, lets get into my matchups.
Round 1: Single Strike Lugia w/ Dunsparce. WW, 1-0
At first glance Single Strike Lugia seems like an auto-win, but good players will always find a way out of that loss. Fortunately for me this round, my opponent just couldn't get set up at all in both of our games, so I took an easy 2-0 victory. Dunsparce was a little scary to see, though.
Round 2: Single Strike Lugia LL 1-1
Round 2, I hit another Single Strike Lugia player, but this time they were able to set up and were also able to minimize the amount of Lugia in play, so I was always taking a bad matchup against either Stonjourner or Tyranitar V. I don't have Zapdos in my list, so my Miraidon could never take a ko onto a Tyranitar, which is a huge boon to my opponent. Game one ended up being really close, but game 2 was a bit of a loss.
Round 3: Miraidon w/ Path mirror, LWL 1-2
In my opinion, the mirror is very unfun to play sometimes, especially if you lose the coin flip and go second. Whoever goes first has the opportunity to straight up win on turn one if they start Miraidon and get Path down on the first turn. There's not much the player going second can do in that situation other than to hope they have a Research in their hand. Unfortunately for me, I lost the coin flip and went second. Not much I can do. At some point I hit 0 Lightning Energy off of 2 Electric Generator and couldn't attack in game 3. Very unlucky game, but I still had a chance to make it into top 8 if I won out.
Round 4: Gardevoir, WW 2-2
In this round I ended up playing against the one Senior division player in the room. TPCI tournaments uses age divisions to try to prevent children from playing with adults, with the youngest division being Juniors (think elementary school), then it's Seniors (think middle school), the it's Masters (think high school and beyond). Since there was only one Seniors division player, they had to play against either the best performing Juniors division player, or the worst performing Masters division player (me in this instance). In our game this round, I ended up winning 2-0, not much else to say other than my opponent wasn't the best. We take those though.
Round 5: Chien Pao Baxcallibur, WLW 3-2
This matchup is heavily favorable for me, so I was very happy that I hit it. My opponent, however, was very disappointed since this was both of our win-and-in round. I did make it a little too close by miss playing quite a bit. During games one and two, I would use Miraidon's Tandem Unit ability to put two Mareep into play, then they would immediately be ko'd by Radiant Greninja. I adjusted in game three by only putting one into play, and I ended up winning pretty convincingly afterword. I was a little nervous of bubbling out at 9th, but I ended up being the 8th seed, guaranteeing my top cup berth and some championship points!
Top 8, Single Strike Lugia (round 2 opponent) LL
I hit the same opponent as round 2 in top 8, and unfortunately my games went a similar way. Game 1 was super close, but I just couldn't close it out. Then, in game 2, I started a Raichu V and Squawkabilly. I used Squawk and Seize, and drew zero playable cards on my first turn, and then another on my second. Unfortunate way to go, but that's the game sometimes. I was just happy to make it to top eight and earn some championship points.
Overall, I had a blast! It felt great being able to do so well with a deck I hadn't had much practice with, so I'd say this tournament was a huge success. In my next post, I'll write about my second league cup I played in this past month, so stay tuned!
-Connor B.
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Control Switch Hiatus
Okay so yeah this is kinda late, since I haven't been doing much of it recently anyway, but I think I should make an actual post of what's going on and what my plans are here -v-'
So a few things have been going on that are slowing everything down to a standstill, including school (I've barely had any time at home where I can draw) lack of motivation (I haven't wanted to draw anything more than sketches for a little bit) and just lack of focus on Deltarune. (as you can probably tell cause I've been doing way too many AvA things-)
However, I would also like to say, none of this is gonna be permanent! My art motivation and interests come and go, and Deltarune has been one of my main obsessions for a while so I'm pretty certain it's gonna come back, it just takes a bit ^-^' And once I get more of a routine with school, I'll be more available and ready to draw.
Now as plans go, before the hiatus is over, I'll try to have a few chapters ready so I can post weekly for a little while and not run out of energy immediately. I'm not sure how asks will work in that time, but I'll keep you updated once the hiatus is done.
And in the meantime, maybe I'll still post some Deltarune stuff or Control Switch side art, and if my AvA stuff (or probably occasional other things, hopefully, idek) is of any interest to you, you can take a look at those!
But yeah, sorry for the lack of updates, but hopefully I'll be back and going soon!
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Just a casual stroll (open rp)
Serena walked through the city. She needed to have some alone time after spending some time with her friend, Janyse. The air is cold as her breath is able to be seen from the chilling breeze. To Serena, it feels like nothing considering that she has the ability to create ice. It's still awkward for her to wear nothing to keep her warm since everyone else she's passing through have some sort of coat on. They are possibly thinking she's insane going through in her regular outfit in this cold.
The ice troll wandered through the city, getting a bite to eat while she was at it and then decided to head to the park. She needed a break. This was possibly the most she has walked.
Arriving at the park, she finds a bench and sat down, slouching back on it and groaning. "I'd use my ice powers to slide my way around... but that would be dangerous for everyone around me." Serena muttered to herself. Bringing her head forward, she pulls out her phone and began to scroll through it. "Hmm... I wonder what Jai and the rest of my buds must be up to. Haven't spoken to them in a while."
#fantroll open#open rp#Serena Cryone#decided to do something different#at least for this beginning post#I've been wanting to do this but I just haven't had the motivation before ;v;
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all for a crown (fyodor x gn!reader royalty au)
summary: fyodor dostoevsky wasn't at all like the other members of the royal family. he was polite, gentle, and always remembered your name. unfortunately, you're the one who eventually finds out about his inner motives
word count: 1.7k words
contains: royalty au, assassination, mentions of death and suicide, psychological manipulation, fyodor being himself as usual
anon: *puts 100 dollar bill on table* How about Royalty!AU with Fyodor but he’s evil/planning to take over another kingdom, imagine helping him dress into royal attire as he gets ready for his coronation, ok bye I’m having too much brain rot.
a/n: i... have no words for this fic it's literally just so self-indulgent but omg i love fyodor royalty!au so much you killed me with this request anon also i hope you enjoy the last scene
even after being in his company for only a day, you could tell fyodor dostoevsky was much different from all the other members of the royal family that you had served before. you were in your fifth year of serving at the castle and had met many of them, from duchesses and dukes to even the crown prince himself. needless to say, the best interactions that you had with any of them were when they barely paid any mind to you at all.
but you didn't expect much from them either. they were royalty after all and a poor servant from a far-flung village with nothing else to achieve in life was more than beneath them. living in the servants' quarters of a castle was better than nothing though, so you kept your head down and your work efficient just to get by.
and then came the day when you were assigned to be the personal servant of the young fyodor dostoevsky.
he was the tsar's nephew and a close friend of his son, the young prince. from what your fellow servants told you, fyodor had always been a sickly child and rarely left the castle grounds. the first time you saw him, you couldn't help but notice how pale his skin was and that you could probably wrap a thumb and forefinger completely around his wrist.
but what struck you the most about fyodor were his eyes: dark violet, the color of the robes that the past kings wore in their portraits. and second, was how warm his voice sounded when they greeted you.
"good morning. you must be y/n."
...
hearing fyodor call you by name made you realize that you've haven't heard it from another person's mouth in a long time. you were almost always called with several snaps of a finger or a sharp gaze. but fyodor used your name and never raised his voice. he was polite and the way he addressed you made you dangerously forget your own place. "y/n, if you please, could you fetch my book? y/n, would you be so kind to shut the window for me? y/n, have you had anything to eat? you look famished."
and even though you were expected to wait on him hand and foot for a whole day, it was always easy to run out of things to do. fyodor spent most of his time by himself: visiting the library in the morning after breakfast, practicing the cello by himself in the afternoon, and reading a book in bed at night.
you could tell that he was in need of someone to converse with since his cousin was the only who'd visit him. when it was just you two, fyodor could talk for hours on end though you could never fully understand what he was talking about. but that didn't seem to matter since he appeared to be content that someone was listening.
he was pleasant to be around and waiting on him was the best job you've ever taken in the castle. you enjoyed waking him up in the morning and preparing his meals and even staying at his bedside when he got sick. fyodor was different from all the other nobles you've served.
you were soon going to realize just how different.
...
"y/n... you aren't supposed to be here," fyodor hummed. he sounded as if he was lightly chastising you for breaking a dish but that didn't quite register in your head.
just half an hour ago, fyodor was eating dinner with his cousin in their room. he had let you off early for the night and you were about to return to your quarters when you remembered that fyodor forgot to take his medicine. clearly, you weren't supposed to witness this scene: fyodor's cousin, the crown prince himself, slumped over the table with his wineglass still in hand, spilling red all over the white tablecloth. fyodor himself was calmly swirling the wine in his glass and studying you with those dark purple eyes that now sent shivers down your spine.
"h-his majesty, i--"
"there's nothing you can do about it now, y/n," fyodor cut you off. he didn't look at all like the kind, young man with the gentle smile anymore and you consciously backed away towards the door. of course, he could tell what you were about to do.
"i wouldn't do that if i were you, y/n," he said lowly, placing his glass on the table. "between your word and mine, whose do you think people would believe, hmm?"
a weight sank in your stomach and you felt tears forming. "p-please sir. i-i'll keep quiet, i promise. i promise," you begged.
fyodor left the table and slowly made his way towards you while you were huddled on the floor with the door pressed against your back. he could have his way with your right then and there and you squeezed your eyes shut and hoped this was all just a bad dream.
then, you felt his hand on the top of your head, gently stroking your hair. "oh y/n," fyodor sighed. "shame, i took a liking to you. i would have been content with you personally serving me if you hadn't made this little mistake."
"i'm sorry... i'm sorry," you sobbed.
"hmmm, but i do believe in second chances."
at that, you looked up slowly at fyodor whose hands were still in your hair. maybe this was what selling your soul to the devil was like. "what should i do?" you whispered.
"to begin," fyodor crouched down until he was eye level with you. "you could help me get rid of the body."
...
it was almost funny how easily fyodor framed the murder as the crown prince taking his own life. but how could you laugh when you were now under his thumb? he was right, after all. who would take your word over his?
fyodor's scheme came to a conclusion when a group of noblemen came to his room with the news that he was next in line to the throne. the tsar was sick, you assumed fyodor played a part in that, and the deceased crown prince had no younger brothers. of course, fyodor played his part effortlessly. everything from his sorrowful gaze to his deep sigh leading into "with a heavy heart, i shall take on the crown for the sake of our kingdom."
you were certain his eyes flickered to yours across the room as soon as he spoke those words.
and now, here you were, dressing fyodor for his coronation as per his request. you no longer felt safe around him, knowing he would benefit from disposing you and no one would suspect otherwise. so, why? why were you still alive?
"your hands are trembling, y/n," fyodor observed.
"i-- f-forgive me," you stammered as fyodor sighed and finished buttoning his vest himself.
"if you keep looking that nervous it won't take long for people to suspect you."
"i'll try my best," you nodded. fyodor seemed content with your answer as he gestured for his coat which you hurriedly fetched.
"just button the two in the middle, leave the rest," he ordered. you followed his instructions until finally, you were done dressing fyodor for his coronation.
the way he looked now was a far cry from the sickly, bedridden man you met months ago. his attire was made on short notice, but the seamstresses and tailors did beautiful work nonetheless. his vest was white with gold buttons and stitching. the color of his coat wasn't the usual dark red that the previous tsars had worn. 'it's out of respect for my dear cousin,' fyodor explained.
but the dark, deep purple coat with the gold stitching that matched his vest suited fyodor well. he stood tall and imposing in his black boots made of polished leather. additionally, his raven hair which often hung loose to his shoulders was tied back into a loose ponytail.
fyodor looked like he had always been born to be the crown prince. and, with the way his dark, glittering eyes admired his reflection, you could tell he knew that too.
"you did a splendid job, as always, y/n," fyodor chuckled, turning this way and that in front of the mirror.
"thank you... your grace," you bowed.
"now, now. it's just the two of us here. you can call me by my name."
"v-very well... fyodor," you answered.
"well, i mustn't let the people wait too long," fyodor sighed, eyeing the growing crowd out of the window. "i've already requested a place for you to sit in the cathedral. it's quite far but you'll have a good view of the proceedings."
"thank you, you're too kind," you whispered.
"ah, and one last thing," fyodor took your hand in his and pressed a dark green vial in it. your eyes widened as you quickly realized what it was.
"i-is this--?"
"the duke alexandrei has been suspicious of us lately," fyodor whispered, his gaze darkening. "if you can, slip it into his drink or soup later during the feast."
"but--"
"and he won't die instantly," fyodor cut you off. "this one acts slow and it will appear as if the duke has passed away from the flu."
"you want me to... poison him?" you felt your hands sweat even as they closed around the vial. fyodor gave you a long look before chuckling and patting your head, as if you were a child asking a silly question.
"one of the things i love about you is how naive you are, y/n," fyodor said. "the duke is hardly going to be the last. if you think that i'm the only one who went to such... lengths to achieve what i want, then i'm afraid you're mistaken."
with that, fyodor checked himself one last time in the mirror before walking towards the door.
if only you hadn't walked in on him that night. but then again, even being associated with a man such as fyodor was dangerous enough. you were no different from a poor little mouse who was unfortunate enough to wander into a trap.
"what makes you any different then?" you found yourself asking out loud.
"me?" fyodor paused with his hand on the door. "i'm simply one step ahead of everyone else."
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Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Three
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"Viv?" I barely hear her voice as Tansy gently nudges at my shoulder, worriedly, while I'm staring at the TV after calming down from hyperventilating, my mind starting to collect itself as my sorrow begins turning into pure rage.
"Vivian." Her voice becomes crystal clear and I'm shoving her away from me, into the floor, as I scream, "don't fucking touch me!"
"Vivian, I'm sorry!" She pleads. "We couldn't tell you!"
"We?!" I grit out. "Who the hell has known about this?!"
Her silence is speaking volumes and I roll my jaw, stomping to the door with her crying motivating my anger further.
I'm banging on Tommy's door, hearing him and Nikki chuckling, and the second the door opens, I'm grabbing the full Jack bottle out of Tommy's hand and throwing it at Nikki.
"How could you let this happen?!" I shriek at him, tears of anger streaming down my face as I start picking up everything in sight and throw it at Nikki. "What have you done, Nikki?!"
"What the fuck, Vivian?!" Nikki's yelling back at me as Tommy tries to get me under control, but all I have to say is, "Me, God, and everybody just saw your fiancée brag about getting to marry you," and Tommy's stumbling back in shock, the look on his face is the same as Nikki's and they know they're all fucked.
"Vivian--"
I shut Nikki up by throwing a bottle of wine at him, missing him, but it smacks into the screen of the TV, causing a loud banging noise as glass goes everywhere, before I'm grabbing a stray heel off the floor that one of the groupies left here with Tommy, hurling it at him and it hits him in the face, hard.
"How could you do this to me?!" I cry out as he starts trying to walk to me, trying to keep his anger low, but I get away from him, throwing a hotel lamp at him, only for it to shatter on the wall behind him. "What did I do to make you hate me so fucking much, Nikki?! To make you pursue another girl--one of my friends--so fucking hard that you propose to her?! Am I just that fucking forgettable?!" I'm throwing dirty dishes Tommy's used tonight, all of them breaking when they miss Nikki by merely centimeters, hitting the wall.
"Vivian, fuck it off!" He barks and I grab Tommy's switchblade off the nightstand, throwing it next, and it barely misses Nikki's face.
"I hate you!" I say back. "I fucking hate you!"
He's pouncing before I can grab anything else, tackling me to the bed, holding at my arms.
"I have done nothing but dedicate the last six years of my life to you, asking you 'how high' every time you have told me to fucking jump, trying to help you the best I could, and trying to keep my shit together for you and this is how you repay me?!" I'm overcome with sadness once more, a wave of sobs drowning me, and I try to get him off of me, hitting at his chest.
"Viv--"
"--How long has this been happening?! How long have you been fucking her?!"
"Vivian, stop before you get us kicked out." He orders sternly, trying not to raise his voice anymore.
"I am humiliated!" I wail out, pain threading through every layer of my voice.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Fred and Doc come in with Tommy, I didn't even notice Tommy had left.
I take a few breaths, pushing Nikki off of me and he stumbles back after I shriek, "Get away from me!" and sit up on the bed.
"Vivian--" Doc starts.
"Shut up! I don't wanna fucking hear another word because it's all fucking bullshit!" I seethe at him.
"Vivian, we can talk about this calmly, because screaming--"
"--No! I've had everyone's foot on my throat for the past four years, telling me how to act, how to look, how to make sure he's happy, and it just took less than 45 seconds for her to blow every fucking thing to fucking hell and let me know I did all of it for absolutely nothing!" I say through thick tears, bubbling anger starting to rise within me again.
I'm suddenly lunging and clawing at Nikki's face and neck before I can stop myself.
"Vivian!" Nikki hollers, his face bleeding as he tries to swing at me but Doc blocks him, yelling, "both of you calm the fuck down!"
I'm starting to breathe quickly, my whole body feeling heavy as Fred and Doc keep us separated.
"How the hell did this happen?" I ask him, more so demand.
"Vivian," Doc says, catching his breath. "We'll talk about it later."
"I just found out…" I can't bring myself to say "my husband's been cheating on me" without feeling like I'm going to vomit. "...and you just wanna talk about it later?" I ask him, appalled and he looks at Nikki.
"I'm not…" Nikki trails off, shaking his head, looking as if he's about to cry before heading to the door and slamming it shut.
"Oh, God, please." I beg, holding at my aching chest, my eyes squeezing closed as tears topple down my cheeks.
"Come with me." I hear Doc lowly say to Tommy.
"Viv," Tommy slowly starts and I shake my head at him.
"You were suppose to protect me." I hold back a sob. "You've always protected me and when I needed you to the most...you were suppose to protect me and you didn't." I finally muster out and tears break over his lashes.
Before he can say anything, Doc's leading him out of the room, leaving me with Fred.
"Vivian," Fred says, genuinely concerned.
"I-I-oh, God." I can't make myself speak, tears and snot running down my face but I don't care, and he nods as I shake my head a little.
He just grabs one of my hands, squeezing it, comfortingly.
We got kicked out of that hotel and because of my tantrum, we had to pay them back for the broken lamp and TV, but I didn't care.
I had done everything. Everything I could, everything I was told to do, and it still wasn't enough. I still wasn't enough. My best still wasn't enough.
I lay on the bathroom floor of our new hotel with the door locked, not crying as extensively as I was, but it's a steady stream of tears puddling on the floor, as everything I overlooked runs through my mind.
Those nights I'd come home to see Vanity passed out in my house, the way everyone would get a little uncomfortable when she would hint at something and I was the only fucking one that didn't think anything about it...the fucking "V" tattoo on his arm that he played off as a five, when he just as easily at least could've have said it was for "Vivian" or something. Anything.
"You are the world's biggest fucking idiot." I whisper to myself. "How could you be so stupid?"
I'm so tired, I've been crying for the past four hours, but anytime I try to sleep I can't. It's not because I'm on the floor and I'm uncomfortable, but because my mind won't quit replaying every scenario there is imaginable of Nikki and Vanity touching each other.
A one night stand would have been something I'd still be shattered over...but an entire relationship?
I don't even want to know how long it's been happening.
I just want to sleep.
"Vivian." I hear Vince say from the other side of the door and I sniffle, not wanting to talk to anyone. "I'm sorry, alright? But what the fuck did you expect? We're rockstars. It's common sense how we live. You should have known Nikki wasn't an exception to that, when you married him."
"Get out!" I scream at him, getting all the strength in me to open the door and shove at his shoulders to the room door.
"Vi--"
"--Leave me alone!" I demand, snatching the room key from him before opening the door and pushing him out, slamming it shut, resting my aching forehead against the cool wood.
I try to take deep breaths to calm down, but I'm unable to.
I slide down the door, my mind continuing to race.
I couldn't sleep at all.
My eyes, nearly swollen shut from crying for two days, are glued to the screen of the TV set before me, Doc, Fred, Nikki, Tommy, Vince, Mick, Tansy, Sparkie, Donna, Emi, and everyone else at risk of being asked about this shit show by the press, as a recording of Vanity's interview is replayed to us.
"Yeah, I'll be Vanity 6 once again. Isn't that nice?"
"I heard that--now, Nikki, uh, he's not ma--"
"--Mötley Crüe." She states what he's known for and cuts Arsenio short.
"Yeah, I read about Nikki in, uh, Fresh Magazine."
"Oh, no, you've read about him." Vanity says, causing the audience to laugh uncomfortably along with Arsenio.
"Is he here?" He asks.
"Texas. He's in Texas." She explains.
"He's in Texas with Mötley Crüe."
"Right." She nods.
"And they're probably partying with some chicks up in the room." He jokes, trying to carry on as smoothly as possible with this whirlwind she just dropped.
"Oh, I'll kill him." She laughs out. "I'll kill him."
Again, everyone laughs.
"When are you getting married?"
"Oh, probably December, maybe Christmas, maybe New Years, we haven't decided." She replies.
"Are you--you seem like you're in love, you're very bubbly, you're glowing." Arsenio points out and she nervously rubs her forehead.
"Oh, I--I know, I feel stupid, I know. I look stupi--"
"--No, no, that's great." He argues politely. "And this ring is something else." He states as he looks at it. "You don't get no crackerjacks with this, I mean that's a nice ring." He chuckles, along with her and the crowd.
Doc stops it there, anger of the highest degree on his face as he glares at Nikki, who's got his sunglasses on and refuses to even look my way.
"I told you--" Doc stops talking for a moment, nearly shaking, having to take deep breaths. "--when you got together with that coked out bitch to not be--" he loses it, throwing his bottle of water at the wall, "--fucking messy!" He yells. "We have done everything we could possibly do to help you and what do you do in return? Bend all of us over and just," Doc thrusts his hips forward a few times as if he's screwing a girl, "fuck all of us!"
Nikki let's out a heavy breath.
"Her sister called last night and that ring she's flashing around, Sixx, is Viv's." Doc states and I feel my bottom lip shake as more tears come to my eyes. "You can't tell me you didn't play a part in this shit. You can't. Vanity's crazy, but she didn't just wake up one day and decide to say she's engaged to you. You helped prompt this. You can't tell me you didn't." He points at Nikki and Nikki sits quietly. "Jesus fuck." Doc sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay. Okay. This is what we do. I've been on the phone for the past two days with the office, the label, Vanity's people...and everyone agrees that playing this off as a misunderstanding on Vanity's part is the best option." He tells us. "What she said about being engaged to Nikki is-is technically right thanks to his fucking smack and crack binge that lead to that bright fucking idea--but instead of accusing her of lying, we'll say it was a 'misunderstanding'." Doc replies and I squeeze my eyes shut. "It could get ugly for us if you two are at each other's throats over this, publicly, so you two are just gonna have to play nice for the cameras and hash this out behind closed doors." He adds. "Because if we say it was a misunderstanding but you two are having issues, they'll know we're bullshitting."
"What if I want a divorce?" Nikki--Sikki--boldly asks and Doc clenches his jaw while I brush away tears as quickly as possible, playing it off.
"You can split when this tour is over, that way you can blame it on something other than asking another woman to marry you while you've been married to the girl you've been with since 1981 for four fucking years."
I'm too exhausted to protest the idea of staying with him until the tour ends.
I just want to go home.
"So if anybody asks any of you about it 'no comment' the fuck out of them. And if you absolutely have to say something other than 'no comment', you laugh a little bit to make it seem like it's nothing, and tell them--verbatim--'It was a complete misunderstanding.' And if I find out anybody doesn't answer with one of those, word for fucking word, you're done." He threatens in a serious tone.
I've never seen Doc this mad.
"Do I make myself clear?" He asks us and everybody nods...except me. "Viv?"
"I want to go home." I tell him.
"If you go home right now, it'll look like something's up--"
"--Something is up." I let out hoarsely and everyone lets out a sad breath. "I just want to go home for a couple days." I say, my voice cracking.
"Not like it's gonna do you any good to run home. They knew about it, too." Sikki mocks me, referring to Duff and the guys.
"Dude." Tommy says to him as if wanting him to shut up.
I just get up and go to walk out of the room, stopping in front of Nikki, getting in his face.
"Burn in hell." I say and he turns his head to look at me, smirking.
"That's the dream." He replies.
I get out as fast as I can, Fred following after me, and the second I get out, I'm throwing up, hoping nobody in there heard, especially Nikki. I feel like his inner evil fucking psychopath junkie will delight in my discomfort.
He was angry because I refused to see him after he had tried to get Fred to convince me to speak to him.
I didn't know what to say to him, and I didn't want to hear anything from him, yet.
I just needed to get away from him for a few days and think about what I wanted to do.
Did I want a divorce? Did I want to pack my shit from the house and never go back to him on tour and send him the divorce documents in the mail? Did I want to try to fix things? Did I think things could even be fixed at that point? I didn't know what to do, other than go home.
I finish packing all of stuff into my suitcase as Fred comes in, clearing his throat.
"Look, I, uh...I talked to Doc. He decided it's a good idea for you to go back home for a couple days and come back with a clear head--well, as clear as it's gonna get." He explains. "But, the Rolling Stone dude is still coming on this week, so Doc wants you gone no longer than three days." He adds.
I completely forgot about Rolling Stone wanting to do a big issue on Mötley Crüe's tour in the midst of everything that's happened recently.
"Which of course now, they're definitely chomping at the bit to get to nitty-gritty on everything and if you're not here, that's gonna send off some red flags, according to Doc." He explains and I let out a groan.
"But Doc's currently getting you a flight for this early this evening, and I'll drive you there and we'll get someone to pick you up."
I don't reply, letting out a breath and he gives me a small smile.
"It'll be alright, Viv." He assures me.
"I've been telling myself that since 1981. Nothing's fucking alright."
Going out in public was a mistake from hell.
Every reporter outside of the airport here is shouting "Vivian" followed by invasive questions about Vanity and Nikki, and I'm happy I have my sunglasses on so they can't see me about to burst into tears.
"Vivian, are you going home to file for divorce?!"
"Is Nikki and Vanity engaged?!"
"Are you and Nikki divorced without public knowledge?!"
"Why aren't you wearing your wedding ring?!"
"We were under the impression Vanity was your friend?!"
"Is this a polygamous relationship?!"
"Do you have any comments on the recent bombshell about Vanity and Nikki?!"
"Bless their hearts." I reply with a sarcastic smile, damning Doc's little gag order.
This causes them to start popping off my questions like a swarm of piranhas.
I'd be hearing about that comment I made, from Doc, the next day.
I'm praying there isn't a swarm of press outside as I make my way to the front exit of L.A.X., but my prayer is answered, kind of, when I only see Axl waiting for me with Duff's car.
We don't say anything to each other until we get to the first stop light on the road.
"It's fucking shitty we didn't tell you--"
"--Axl, I don't wanna hear it."
"No, let me finish." He demands. "Look at me."
I sigh and glare at him.
"We wanted to tell you, Viv."
"Then why the hell didn't you?"
"Look me in the eyes and tell me, honestly, matter-of-fact, without a doubt, if one of us came to you and told you Nikki and Vanity were seeing each other, you wouldn't have lost your fuckin' mind?"
I don't say anything.
"We've been trying for months to get him to leave her alone, or come clean to you, and he'd just say, 'I'm working on it'. We had no idea they were that fucking deep into it."
I roll my eyes, my eyes blinking back tears.
"I'm being serious--Viv, hey." He says and I look at him. "If we would have known that, that's how you would have found out, we would've told you sooner. I swear to fucking God, Viv, we woulda told you sooner if we knew that's how you would've found out." He promises.
This is possibly the most sincere I've ever seen Axl.
Which lets me know he's being honest.
No matter how angry I am at them, they didn't tell me to save my feelings.
Their intentions were pure, but horribly executed.
When we get to the Franklin, we walk in to see the guys in the living room of Axl's place, watching cartoons.
I don't say anything to Izzy, Duff, Steven or Slash, and none of them try to speak to me once Axl gives them the look that says I'm not in the mood to speak about anything.
"I'm gonna shower." I say, taking myself to the bathroom with my stuff, locking the door behind me.
I shower, then proceed to stay in there, avoiding everybody and everything, until I hear a soft little knock, and Stevie's voice.
"H-hey, Viv? We got some food...if you're hungry, I mean." He says on the other side of the door and I exhale.
"I'm not hungry, Steven." I say, sniffling, wiping tears away that have been flowing since I turned the shower off.
"Are you gonna stay in there all night?" He asks next.
"It's my business if I do." I snap back and he lets out a breath.
He doesn't say anything else, I just hear him walk away.
Steven, as nice as he always has been, had no problem setting someone straight if needed. He was never aggressive with me, because I usually stayed on his good side, but if someone rubbed him the wrong way, he'd get in their face and ask them what the fuck their problem was. I expected him to break into that bathroom and ask me what my problem was, but he knew what my problem was, I guess…
...Izzy on the other hand…
"Izzy, what the hell?!" I yell as the door swings open after he picks the lock.
"We're fucking pieces of shit and the assholes they come out of, I get that. Axl gets that. Stevie gets that. Duff gets that. Slash gets that. We understand collectively that we are gross for not telling you. But we didn't tell you in hopes your dumb-fuck husband would wise up, like we have all been trying to get him to do, and break things off with the bitch. But he didn't. But we were hoping he would so we wouldn't have to witness your firey wrath sent straight from the gates of fucking hell. But we are anyway, apparently. We tried dropping hints. Countless hints. Obvious hints but you were too busy getting fucked by cupid and having a too perfect view of love to notice. But we tried. Extensively. If we knew she was going to embarrass you like that, we wouldn't have kept it from you, at all. But it's too fucking late now, and we can't do anything about it except just be here for you, I guess, but you coming home and being a bitch to us for not telling you something that would've been so fucking obvious to you if you would have paid a little more attention, is fucked. Next time we'll just tell you he's fucking one of your best friends and rip the fucking bandaid off." He says to me, stunning me. "Now quit hogging the bathroom because some of us need to use it."
I can usually take Izzy's tough love, but this time, I can't.
"I gave her a key to my house." I say randomly, more tears coming to my eyes.
"No, no, you're suppose to tell me to go fuck myself." He says.
"And the codes to our gate and...24/7 access to my husband, and I was too fucking stupid to realize I was just letting her have him anytime she wanted him." I choke out.
The door cracks open a little to reveal Duff behind Izzy, and he cautiously steps to me, hugging me tightly to him.
One thing I was beginning to realize: the first thing I said to Nikki was, "how could you let this happen?"
I was beginning to see that it wasn't meant as a "how could you let yourself do this to me?" but as a "how could you let her embarrass me like this?"
I knew something was up, subconsciously, I had this feeling that I knew something but I didn't know what exactly I knew until I was publicly humiliated over it.
I spend the rest of the night not speaking to anyone, not necessarily because I'm still angry, but because I'm just not in a talking mood.
By the time everyone else is going out, Duff and I are heading back to his place so I can try to sleep.
"You can have whatever side of the bed you want." He lets out, a little awkwardly being that we haven't spoken all night.
I nod, going to the side of the bed I slept on the last time I stayed here.
He looks as if he wants to say something else to me, but chooses not to as I get into bed with him, turning my back to him, hoping to get some form of rest, but even a couple hours later, it never comes.
I lay next to Duff, his soft snoring sounding through the small room, his bare back to me, and in the lights from the street that are filing through the window, I can see the smattering of acne scars along his back, and I can't stop my hand from reaching out, grazing over them.
He moves a little in his sleep and I let out a breath, tired of being awake with my own thoughts that are just overflowing with whispers of Nikki.
I wish I was in bed next to him.
I wish he never would have done what he did in the first place.
I wish I wouldn't have been so naive.
I wish I would have listened to my gut before we got married.
Finally getting tired of it, I pull myself up and stumble to the kitchen, looking around until I find a bottle of NyQuil syrup.
I take the correct dose of it to maybe help me sleep before going back to bed.
"Will you quit it?" I grin, chuckling as his lips brush against the space between my shoulder blades as he hovers over me while I'm laying on my stomach at the foot of the bed. "I'm trying to finish this." I add, referring to the blank paper before me and the pen in my hand.
"You weren't worried about writing it for the past two hours." He teases, peppering my bare back in kisses and I giggle, trying to worm him off of me."You're almost done with school, what's one missing paper gonna hurt?" He questions.
"It'll hurt when it counts as a chunk of my final grade and I haven't even gotten a thesis statement figured out. And if I when I bring home a crappy final grade, I don't think my mom will appreciate, 'I couldn't do my thesis paper because I was too busy fucking your worst nightmare that I snuck in through my window'."
He lets out a scoff, kissing my skin one last time before I'm turning over to face him, still holding the pen and paper in my hand laying above my head, my other hand tracing over his cheek.
"I can write it." He says after a moment of thinking and I furrow my brows.
"Write what?"
"Your paper."
"You want to write a thesis for paper for twelfth-grade English?" I have to stop myself from laughing.
"Sure." He shrugs.
"Didn't you drop out of school?" I question and he snatches the pen and paper out of my hand and sits up, grabbing the book I was using as a hard surface to write on.
"If I can write a song, I can write a thesis paper." He states and I raise my brows.
"Whatever you say."
My eyes slowly blink open, and my whole body starts hurting again, gut wrenching pain that's suffocating my heart in a stronghold as my swollen eyes start to weep again.
"Oh, God, please. Please, God." I beg, trying to be quiet enough not to wake Duff up. I'm not sure what exactly I'm praying for, I just know my spirit is crying out for mercy and relief of any kind.
He spent a couple days writing that paper, collecting sources and proof to back his thesis statement: 'The way today's christian and conservative groups view and sacrifice secular music genres, specifically rock n' roll, and the artists within those genres, is completely counterproductive of the teachings of who they worship because their approach is judgemental and belligerent.' I just copied it word for word in my handwriting and kept his original work of it which is framed and hanging in our house today.
Those were the main memories that would replay in my dreams: us when we first started fooling around and slowly seeing each other exclusively.
Small little things that just added more reasons to why I was so in love with in to begin with.
Things we completely lost sight of by 1987.
Those were the ones that would hurt like hell to wake up from.
I'm unable to fall asleep again, so I take another dose of NyQuil, and wait for it to go in effect.
I fell asleep, but woke up every couple hours, and immediately started crying each time, not forgetting I was heartbroken in the slightest because I'd dream of Nikki.
I'd just lay there saying, "God, please," not knowing what I was praying for him to do.
And, in a slightly irresponsible and reckless attempt to go back to sleep to stop the pain, I'd take another dose of NyQuil every time, not thinking anything of it because it was an 'over the counter' drug. After taking four maximum doses of the stuff in a 6 hour period, my body started freaking out.
My heart is pounding in my chest, my breathing trying to compensate for what feels like an inability to get enough air as something in me is telling me to wake Duff up.
"Duff, Duff." I gasp out, shaking at his shoulder and he wakes up, confused, tired eyes looking at me.
Apparently it just takes one look at me to wake him up fully, because he's sitting up as fast as he can.
"Something's not right." I say breathlessly.
"Viv?" He asks, at least I think that's what he says.
His hand suddenly grasps at my wrist, his fingers on my pulse point, and his eyes widen.
"We gotta get you to a hospital." He replies as calmly as he can, but I can tell he's frantic in his mind.
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I'm skint after buying hers & Ro's Tommy: & it'll be 🎅🎄🎁 before too long Ali: that's what people really mean when they say dance don't pay Ali: gifting an interpretive dance is nothing but pretentious and unwelcome Ali: I can bodge together however many crafts I need and save my dolla Tommy: been there, tried that one Tommy: so much for your so called genius Tommy: ain't even thought of earning any by busting out the 🎅🎄🎵 classics for a busking sesh, works with 🩰 too I'll have you know Ali: 'til you knock over an old lady and have to leg it, like Ali: and if you hadn't noticed, I've been a little busy making a replica Ro, tah Ali: my creative juices are juiced right now Tommy: I'll make it look like part of the show & have the punters eating out of my palm when I catch & twirl any 👵 before they touch ground Tommy: yeah well you've got time from now, fair game on all things yule from Nov 1st Ali: 👌👌 clearly the LDN ones are more receptive because they're vicious 'round here with their 👜s and I'm only trying to give them the tea they ordered Ali: if ANYONE should advocate for Christmas not dragging, like Tommy: it's Irish dancing or fuck all back there, 365 🌧 or ⛅ Tommy: little girls scam every bit of that trade Ali: ironic when it's catch these hands in every other aspect Ali: so you'll fit right in, eh Ali: feel traumatised yet? Tommy: I'll do my best, as ever Ali: 🤴 Ali: meanwhile ma will have to make do with whatever IOU present I can knock up Ali: maybe I'll babysit, that's never not gonna work Tommy: she was on about going out 🍽 wasn't she? Tommy: Carls will never not be down either Ali: get him to make her a cake Ali: sorted Ali: providing he washes his hands...a full hose down may be necessary actually Tommy: she's survived the 🧁 he brings back from school & we've all seen the state of him at day's end Ali: yeah, cheers for the immunity boost little 🦠 Ali: fair, I'm pretty sure we put some weird and wonderful things into our bakes at his age and no one died Ali: Laoise nearly but you know Tommy: close but no 🚬 Tommy: typical of that bitch Ali: sure a 🙏 was said to finish the job at mass Tommy: if you see her ma mascara running in an lbd, I demand to be the first to know Ali: I'll pap her in her time of distress, it's fine Ali: I can hide up trees for HOURS if needs must Tommy: I'm not above piggybacking on the 'tragedy' to get better grades or a hol Tommy: do your part, like Ali: she won't fall for 🍄 again Ali: her brother might if Ro puts 'em in her gob Tommy: 💞 Ali: more of a mood than without Ali: add a little danger Tommy: she'd appreciate the drama more than anything he could ever do Ali: 💔 Tommy: nah, we're not shipping that Tommy: not today Ali: You gotta make some bad decisions before you make the right ones Tommy: a bad decision was the colour of her 👗 Tommy: the last thing that girl needs is a boy right now Ali: Okay you can't come for anyone vis a vis colour, boy Ali: even if I still see it when I close my eyes after however many weeks sewing Ali: but you may have a point re. a boy Ali: just, some socialisation wouldn't hurt Ali: and as far as they go, he's harmless Tommy: 'Course I do, she can barely exist in front of us Tommy: if they went on a date, what's she gonna do, order a glass of water? Ali: like you haven't seen her fake eat a plate of food Ali: it's only noticeable to all us that she's not actually putting any in her mouth Tommy: 🔮✨ Tommy: if he's TRULY harmless he don't deserve to be harmed by her attitude Tommy: which anyone else not bound by family love & loyalty would call something loads harsher Ali: Don't Ali: I feel bad enough for Meena sometimes Tommy: @ Carly too & we all know it Ali: Yeah, Carly can handle it though, she's mostly unphased even if it is a total thing 🙄 Tommy: She's a 👸😇 I doubt Kayne is that pure of ❤️ or intentions tbh Tommy: & Meena can handle anything so Ali: he's deffo a virgin though Ali: which yes, makes for more desperation, but he can't be that forceful if he dunno what he wants, you know Ali: yeah but God knows why she wants to come 'round here and get more of it at times Tommy: No shit, Kit but everyone's seen a porno, it's not the 70s Tommy: dress for it all you like Tommy: maybe she wants to get out of her own 🏡 Ali: everyone also knows it's bullshit Ali: whatever else she's got that much about her Tommy: does he though? Tommy: all I'm saying Ali: either way, it isn't like she's going to have a miraculous change of heart Ali: we all saw how well it went Tommy: Yeah but what if it makes her heart set on finding someone else to play 🤴 Tommy: you'd know better than me what goes on in her head Ali: She's 15, I don't see how any of us can say or do anything to stop her if that's what she does want Tommy: 15 technically Tommy: 🤷 Ali: If we can't make her eat, you know Ali: what hope do we have for anything beyond that Tommy: 0 Tommy: & it's fucked Ali: Yep Ali: but it's not as if that bombshell has only just been dropped, I guess Ali: we'll carry on doing what we can Tommy: 🔮✨ Ali: ✌💚
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Humans are Space Orcs:
Part 4
Kovac gave a hiss of pain as Petra sutured his shoulder, he glared at his officers and then took a drink from his glass, Petra tapped his shoulder and he tugged his arm back.
"Just Knickers and Footsteps? Nobody else is hurt?" Kovac said a third time.
"Becca has cracked ribs and you have about 4 dozen sutures in your shoulders and arms." Petra corrected him.
"I'm fine!" Snapped Becca standing up and wincing.
"Sutures heal," growled Kovac.
"Staff and Dana are with Knickers, Fluke is with footsteps, we'll make sure someone will sit Shiva. Panther is checking the walls and Sergeant Webb is with the rest of 3 Troop." Captain Dorman said.
"Go look after your men Captain," Kovac said, he glanced at Becca, "once Knickers is stable and in the healing bay get Staff Sergeant King to ok the rapid healing meds for me and Bec, we haven't got time to sit and wait."
Petra tutted but nodded and she and Dorman left the room, Becca moved gingerly to sit on Kovac's uninjured side. Captain Wolf left with the remaining Flet bodies.
"I thought when that kick landed that I was gonna lose you," Becca said, "honestly I was so scared I..." she grabbed his hand and winced at the sudden movement.
"You were amazing, beating an 8 foot kitty with a 15 inch dildo, not a sight I thought I'd ever see." They both laughed and then groaned in pain, Kovac drank more rum and handed the glass to Becca, "they came for me Bec, Footsteps and Knickers paid the price. Footsteps was a good soldier but Knickers...we've been through a lot together I couldn't forgive that she died protecting me."
"I was always so jealous of how close you two were," Becca sipped the rum and said, "That woman, is tough"
Becca leant her head against his uninjured shoulder, and Kovac turned his head to kiss the top of hers. The quiet moment was disrupted by Staff Sergeant Frank King who blasted into the room and brandished a fist at the Major.
"I'm not dispensing AHMs for those injuries, they aren't fucking Smarties, you can take it easy for a few weeks and heal normally!" He stopped after he realised the Major was grinning. "These are serious drugs, you could have a PE, they damage your kidneys long term and can cause seizures, it could be a CVE or an MI...and stop drinking after you've been given morphine!"
"If you're here that means Knickers is stable, so thank you, Frank you know us, you know we won't take it easy, not after this, Bec will push herself with broken ribs and end up with a, uh, hemanuma-thorax."
"Haemopneumothorax!" Staff King corrected instantly then grimaced that Kovac had provoked him, "alright, take them but I want you both in for daily checks and Knickers doesn't get passed fit unless I say so."
Within two days both Kovac and Becca were sitting with their fellow officers, Captain Wolf sat opposite Captain Dorman who had his hands spread out flat in the table.
"I'm not convinced," said Dorman.
"Fuck Mark, how many times do you want to hear it!?" Wolf paused and took a breath, "The Flet Royal family are as protected as any target I have ever seen, and I've seen a few. However every shred of information we have secured says that after the current Queen dies there will be three strong claimants to the throne, and after that over a dozen weaker potentials. To eradicate the threat posed by them, the Queen and all 3 heirs must die, after that infighting will take away any political motivation to see Kovac dead." He paused and looked at Captain Gillespie, "Gilly has confirmed that with every source he has at every level."
Dorman nodded and gave a gesture to continue, "Even the best hit-squad I could put together couldn't get to the four targets. However, Becca has credible sources that say the Flet Imperium is making an accord with the Torasa-Rhul of the Dinah system and one of the targets is travelling to Dinah-5 to confirm the accord. Kovac's contact Theo-Finn-Rhul on Garatvali has confirmed this. This target will be significantly more vulnerable, so our proposal is to send out a multiple to snatch and grab the target and use them to gain access to the other three."
Dorman pulled a face and Wolf threw his hands up, "he's just doing his job Wolf, he has to question everything." Kovac reminded his irate captain.
"No need to be such an old woman about it. All our Intel suggests this attack is too audacious for the Kitty's to expect and that the Flet Royal family will consider that using us to remove their rivals would be a savvy political manoeuvre. If we decide to do this then we have to be precise, we fail this and we show our hand to the royals and probably provoke the Imperium enough that they just blow up the whole planet."
Dorman sat in thought for a moment and then nodded, "alright, it's our best shot, what do we need?"
Plans were made and as soon as Staff had cleared Knickers she found the Major, "I want in."
"You don't know what the plan is, or if we have a plan," the Major countered.
"Of course you have a plan, I served in the 88th, slick drills and all that. I want in." Knickers scoffed.
Kovac looked away from her and then said, "it's Wolf's command, he's making the selection."
Knickers glared her nostrils flared and then nodded. Kovac watched her leave the office and gave a heavy sigh.
"Theo-Finn-Rhul has sent us what we asked for and the Ditiri has given us the information we needed." Wolf informed the Major as he entered the meeting.
"Hate to think what that cost us" Becca said.
"No worries mate, just told him you'd give him a demo of what you can do with a dildo," Wolf laughed.
Becca raised two fingers in the shape of a V a gesture that humans consider an insult.
Wolf crackled, "I offered him your nudes but he wasn't interested."
"Too bad you didn't offer him yours Wolf, he might have charged less after a laugh." Becca countered, Dorman and Gillespie laughed.
"Enough, Wolf it's now or never, we will need to depart tonight, have you made your selection?"
"Me, Panther, Hemmings and Richards, Knickers and Ocampo, Gray and uhh you."
"Kovac! Knickers!" Snapped Becca. " No,! One stray shot and it's all over. Knickers nearly died a week ago."
"She's also the best soldier we have, Hemmings and Richards are our best shots, Ocampo is the best scout I've ever known, there's a reason you always have him on point, Gray lives up to his name, him and Panther are bloody shadows but if this goes south name one other soldier you'd prefer to Kovac and Knickers watching your back, look I don't want to do this with only 8 men but that is how many we can get in so it has to be the best we have.
Becca stared first at Kovac and then Wolf and then moved to sit down. Plans were made and a contingent of 12 more soldiers under Fluke were assigned to accompany the unit as far as possible. Afterwards Wolf waited for Becca.
"I don't like it, anymore than you do mate but he's as good as they come and we'll need that. Bex, if I could do this without any of them I would."
"I know mate, I know," she patted his shoulder and walked away.
Some humans would take the time to say goodbye to those left behind, facing an unknown future they would ensure nothing went unsaid, these soldiers just made cruel jokes to one another, lots were drawn who got Ocampo's Whisky collection and who got to burn Richard's "god awful" record collection.
The evening arrived and Wolf's unit departed. At an appropriate distance the support unit stopped and Wolf and his men boarded the Rhul shuttle to land on the planet. They were silent as they came into land on Dinah-5. It was midday where they landed and Wolf quickly sent Gray and Ocampo out to surveil the targets, an hour later the unit were gathered around a small model forming their plan.
For all the frenetic energy of recent weeks now that these 8 humans were about to embark on the action they were remarkably calm. Wolf had them run a practice drill of the mission before they departed.
Ocampo led the way towards the camp, followed by Hemmings and Richards then Wolf and Panther, Kovac and Knickers with Gray at the rear. They made good progress and soon were on the edge of the camp, over four dozen Flet soldiers stood guard around the site.
Wolf's unit settled in to watch as the Flet occupied themselves. The target was identified and from the general behaviour it became clear that their information was accurate, the meeting had occurred and some time tomorrow the Camp would pack up and they would depart. As night fell Wolf sent his unit forward, Gray and Panther slipped through the darkness, Kovac close behind, the first two sentries were cut down silently, Kovac followed the two through the camp as Wolf and Ocampo followed behind, they neared the command tent when the first guard reacted, he turned toward them, reacting to some slight noise, there was. a moment as it raised it's power lance to it's shoulder and opened it's mouth to speak before it dropped, Hemmings lived up to his reputation as the finest shot in the squad. Kovac caught the Kitty's corpse at a run to stop it making noise.
Panther stalked the second sentry and in a flowing movement stepped up behind it and with a jump clamped a hand across it's mouth and drove her blade between it's ribs, collapsing it's lung to stop it calling out and with a second thrust finding it's heart. She strained to hold up it's weight and gently lowered it to the floor.
Kovac took position at the entrance to the main tent and Panther and Gray slipped inside, now the noise level grew, shots were fired and as the camp came awake Kovac met the now captured Flet royalty.
"Major Kovac, I must admit I thought you'd be dead, the Hyte don't normally fail us, but we thought the survivors may plan this, so we had a little plan in place." She spoke calmly with no trace of an accent.
"We guessed you might, Wolf thinks you have three times as many soldiers on base as we've seen," Kovac replied a slight smile on his face, "You did well hiding them but you have enough food supplies here to feed the 50 or so of you we've seen for a month." Explosions rocked the camp and flames lit the night sky, " I do find that giving Wolf a grenade launcher tends to be one solution to most problems." He looked at Panther, "gag her and get back into the tent, wait for the signal from Ocampo."
Bolts tore through the night and shredded the tent, Kovac dropped to one knee and returned fire. More explosions tore through the night and Kovac discarded his first magazine and hoped their luck would hold out.
When the flare lit the nights sky Kovac could see the success Hemmings and Richards had been having at keeping the Kitty's hemmed in. He remembered the old saying "at night all armies are the same size." More explosions sounded this time more distant and Kovac covered Panther and Gray as they dragged the prisoner out. They hastily retreated and quickly met Ocampo who fired his own RPGs to shield their retreat. They found Knickers in a clearing with multiple dead Flet in it, a shocked looking Hemmings and Richards were with her.
"Holy hell Major can she cycle that damn rifle, I've never seen anyone reload that quick." Hemmings exclaimed staring at Knickers with awe.
"Should see the Major, he was pissing out bullets back there," said Gray offering Kovac a spare magazine.
"Alright! We can suck each other off later, stage one is complete, we aren't out of this yet." Kovac said as distant explosions continued to tear through the night.
"Right, Gray and me with Knickers and Kovac, you three get to Wolf and help him." Panther began.
"Gotta change plans Sergeant," said Kovac.
"We can't!" Snapped Panther looking afraid as more explosions sounded.
Kovac raised his left arm to show his body armour shredded and the plates shattered. "Armour stopped the round but I still broke ribs, I'm not gonna be able to keep up."
"Knickers you go with those two and the hostage, Ocampo go with those two and get to Wolf, I'll get back to the shuttle and at least I can come get you if need be."
Panther looked at Kovac and rubbed her face then opened her mouth to speak, she closed it again, nodded and with Gray's help dragged the bound and gagged Flet away into the night. Kovac nodded to Knickers and then to Ocampo and the other two and walked into the darkness.
Captain Wolf marvelled at Kitty pride as they tried yet again to overtake him in the darkness, so often Flet relied on their natural gifts not their technology; humans could admit their limitations, he couldn't outrun the Flet, he could hem them in with enough grenades as he could physically carry. The tell tale crack of a sniper rifle told him that Ocampo had found him and the two snipers were ready to cover his retreat. He tossed aside his heavy grenade launcher and ran hell for leather into the smoke Ocampo's smoke bombs were producing, the Rifleman signalled him and the two men set about the next phase of their plan.
Hemmings gave Wolf the thumbs up as the third claymore mine detonated, "they're gonna be too pissed to think straight now Sir."
"An entire species of rage monsters, it must be like living on a planet of Knickers," said Wolf.
"I heard that," snapped Knickers emerging from the gloom.
"Excellent, we're all here...where's Kovac!?"
"Injured, heading back to the shuttle," Panther said.
"Shit...Alright, we'll adapt, Gray, Panther, dump whoever that is, get back to their camp, collect the royal from wherever you stashed her and get to the shuttle, Hemmings and Richards get to the shuttle and get ready to watch us in, Ocampo and Knickers you're with me, we're going for a run. See if we can't derail this friendly Rhul-Kitty alliance"
I never understood how humans could think in such circles, that they would kidnap a target and then leave with a decoy seemed bizarre to me but when the Flet realised they had been deceived they were sure to feel even more rage.
The Captain's plan seemed to work well, first Hemmings and Richards signalled on the radio they were in position and then Panther signalled that they had reached the prisoner and were extracting. Wolf, Knickers and Ocampo led the Flet on, the explosions and the claymore had done enough to wound the Flet so they were unable to catch the humans who's superior endurance now began to tell as they led the Kitty's into the final trap.
Wolf set the last two grenades on the tripwire and they turned wearily for the shuttle. A few minutes later blasts rang out and the Rhul were woken by explosions on their camp perimeter and a Flet war party in their midst. Shots rang out in the darkness as Wolf led his men away into the breaking dawn.
A fatigued Wolf jogged into the clearing to meet a frantic Panther, "it's Kovac, he's in trouble."
The Major was slumped against the edge of the shuttle, his breathing shallow and his face pale, "punctured lung." He wheezed.
"Shit!" Swore Wolf.
Kovac nodded at the hostage, "she's, getting her, wish." He gasped and stopped breathing.
#space faerie#space australia#space orcs#humans are space orcs#earth is a deathworld#earth is weird#earth is awesome#humans are weird#humans are space oddities#humans are space australians#humans are insane#kovac#this is why i call kovac daddy
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i know i jokingly say i have no chill but i actually have no chill
@starry-nightengale made a superpowered portal au and i legit only just learned about it like an hour ago and i've been in a kirby Mood™ for weeks and haven't portalled in months™ but THIS STILL FLOWED OUT LITERALLY JUST NOW I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY AKXHSJDJSJDJSNDK
idea because i just wanted to write the one scene before it consumed me entirely: Aperture catches wind of just how Lady Valor got her portal powers and sends a villain out to do her in, since the world loves her too much to try and sue her or something. Maladroid doesn't like that. Lady V doesn't like that. Doug doesn't like that. Frankly, the only thing keeping them from demolishing the Aperture-sent villain themselves is the whole part where Chell's the super who is also a hero, whereas the guys are only one each. When Chell gets walloped something fierce, however, all bets are off.
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Lunaria cut herself off and glared up at the billboards high above. "Oh, have you decided to reconsider my offer, Maladroid? Because your window of opportunity has long been closed."
Maladroid's image flickered into being on the billboard. "Au contraire, my devious rival. I have been considering it this whole time! Rather in-depth, too, if I do say so myse-"
"GET TO THE POINT, YOU VERBOSE MORON!" The newcomer snarled, tightening her grip on her captive's arm.
Maladroid froze for a moment, then his face fell into a truly terrifying expression and his tone darkened. "First off, I am not a moron. Let's get that squared away. Secondly, as I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted me, I've been considering it this whole time, and I believe I have an answer for you. I do hope you won't mind me explaining how I got it."
The two villains glared daggers at each other for a brief moment, but the newer of the pair stayed silent.
"Splendid." Maladroid broke the silence with a voice that was anything but 'splendid.' "You see, your offer to join you seemed interesting on the surface, but after mulling it over for, oh, about twelve seconds, I was able to pick it apart with ease.
"First of all, you seem to think I'm out to destroy my enemies and all of Caveopolis. I know I'm an intimidating figure and all-" Off-screen, another person stifled a laugh. "-shut it, you. I know I'm intimidating, but you seem to have completely misinterpreted my motivations."
"Oh, really?" Lunaria rolled her eyes, tapping a few buttons on her supersuit as if to unleash another devastating sonic blast like the one that felled the still-missing Lady Valor. "Then what, pray tell, did I miss?"
"Well, I can't just give it away like Halloween candy, now, can I?" Maladroid winked and leaned closer to the camera. "I'll give you a sporting chance to figure out why I'm calling right now, though."
"Oh, how gentlemanly." Lunaria deadpanned. "Get on with it!"
"What rhymes with ball?" Maladroid smirked.
Lunaria scowled. "Quit wasting my time with these useless riddles and make your point! I have a schedule to keep, you know!"
"Ooh, 'wasting time,' that one's close, but…" Maladroid's smirk grew.
The camera he was using shifted to show the person who had laughed. Their silhouette was all Lunaria could make out, but even then, it set her on edge.
"…no cigar." Maladroid finished. He leaned back and pasted on a cheery smile. "Try again!"
Lunaria grit her teeth, about to blast the billboard to bits, when the sound of one of Maladroid's drones caught her attention.
It floated down from the top of a nearby building, and Lunaria could've sworn she'd seen someone in white scurry away like some sort of rat. Something was attached to the drone's lower handle, though it was difficult to make out what exactly it was.
"Oh, so you were stalling?" Lunaria barked out a laugh. "And what's this supposed to do? Vaporize me? Warp me to the moon? Resurrect your precious Lady Valor?"
"Not exactly." Maladroid spun around once in his chair, as if he hadn't a care in the world. Behind him, the silhouette was joined by another, the newcomer slightly short of breath.
Fwp! The drone activated the device in its clutches, and the wall nearest Lunaria lit up a brilliant blue.
Maladroid chuckled darkly as the first silhouette outstretched an arm, lighting his lair with the orange light of a campfire, only far more steady.
"You see, you can't resurrect someone if they never died to begin with."
The second silhouette kept his face covered, but Lunaria could recognize his white coat from moments before. The first, however…
Lady Valor lifted her piercing gaze, as if to make eye contact with Lunaria through the camera, and sprinted into the orange portal.
Lunaria had a brief moment of realization.
Weren't Lady Valor's trademark portals orange and blue? Specifically, the blue of the nearby wall once Maladroid's drone had done…whatever it was it did?
And then all her meticulous planning fell apart.
#rosie writes#portal#chell#wheatley#lady valor#maladroid#i wanted to reference who the captive was but couldn't figure out how to without derailing the whole thing#it's mel tho#i kinda like to think mel becomes a hero too#and instead of splatting gel everywhere#she can change the molecular makeup of herself and other things#to make them bouncy/slippery/sticky/etc#and yet again my chill is gone#g-o-n gone#also get it?#lunaria#lunar? aria? she's using the power of music to obliterate ppl and using a moon leitmotif to be all super and cool akxhsjxjsjcjdidksjfk
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