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torturedpoetemotions · 9 months

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Hello! I've been following your blog ever since the finale of The Winchesters and really love all of the metas you've done, they're all very well made.

I have a question about your thoughts on The Leak. I saw that you had made 2 vague posts about it and how the SPN side of tumblr has been treating it, namely poorly (to speak in delicate terms). I'm currently writing a piece about why potentially this attitude is going on, and why it is so pervasive. I'm asking you since you have obviously been in this fandom far longer than I have, and would like to get a second opinion from someone who may potentially have a more comprehensive view on this issue.

However, I completely understand if you don't respond to this as this is an issue that deals heavily with spoilers. I just thought you're 2 posts about it were interesting and would've liked to hear more from you about it as someone who is a diehard heller yet doesn't agree with what's been going on.

Hi hello. I am finally answering this since Good Omens 2 is now out. I didn't want to draw yet more attention to the leak ahead of time, but the time is come so here I go.

There are a lot of overlapping things factoring into some Hellers' overall reaction to the Good Omens leak and Good Omens 2 in general, but I do not have the bandwidth nor the desire to give anyone a crash course in Heller History & Psychology. It mainly comes down to the fact that Hellers, especially those who've been with the show and ship for years, are wounded more than most of us would like to admit by years of queerbaiting, and a bit defensive as a result.

Many of us are in our late 20s, early 30s, or older and grew up without ANY positive representation at all. What little visibility queer people in media were allowed to have was steeped in themes of deviance and tragedy. And the few truly joyful depictions of us that did exist were not accessible to many of us in our communities, especially before the advent of widespread internet access. As a personal example, I only saw the film Big Eden (2000) in the last five years. I didn't know it existed before then!

Queer representation only became more normalized on television once I was well into my 20s. And even then, it was only normalized within very specific limitations. A character could be introduced as queer or have a Queer Life Script type of story. But the majority of these characters were still steeped in negative stereotypes, and it was basically unheard of for a show that didn't set out to be inclusive to suddenly make one of its main characters queer in canon.

(Tangent: I still remember the first time I saw an unexpected queerness reveal on television. Two men were staring intensely at each other in the midst of an argument and I jokingly said "now kiss" at my television screen. And then they did. And after about 5 seconds of wondering if I had magical powers, my entire brain was rewired forever (it was an episode of Cold Case).)

The point is, it was really easy for a long time for general audience members and fans who didn't like Destiel as a ship to tell us we were stupid and crazy for shipping it, because they had the entire history of film and television in North America backing them up. Not to mention the cherry-picked comments of certain actors over the years, and the behavior of moderators at conventions. And many anti-hellers took full advantage of all that, and still do, and don't acknowledge at all the role that real homophobia plays in supporting their stupid little one-sided ship wars.

All of this to say, Destiel fans have every reason to be defensive and prickly.

That being said, I think malicious spreading of the GO2 leak untagged and unwarned-for was extremely shitty. Ruining something important for someone else because we couldn't have the thing we wanted is childish and self-absorbed beyond belief. Shitting on actual, canonical queer representation because it isn't the ship and show you wanted it from is just shitty, full stop.

And for what? It's not like Warner Brothers is going to wake up one morning and say "wow those Hellers really shit on every other queer rep on offer, guess that means it would be lucrative and smart from a business standpoint to resurrect a cancelled show just to give them canon Destiel after all these years!" But then let's be honest, there's no logic behind this kind of behavior. It's just meanness, bitterness, and spite. And while I sympathize with the bitterness, the meanness and spite are inexcusable.

Finally, the veiled-to-explicit accusations that Good Omens was trying to somehow supplant or copy Destiel are unspeakably stupid.

For one thing, I can think of few things further from "trying to be like Destiel" than taking a queer interpretation of a work that was not really intended by its authors and running with it full speed ahead. Supernatural is an example of how homophobia makes a story worse by flattening its characters and wasting its potential. Good Omens the show is an example of how a willingness to embrace queer interpretations of a story can give it new life and dimension.

So if anything, that's an inversion of what happened with Destiel! Supernatural is a straight man's straightwashed fanfic of a censored version of a queer story. It was forced into the closet at every turn by a homophobic network despite the efforts of queer and queer-friendly writers to course-correct throughout its 15-year run. The sheer number of bisexuals SPN took inspiration from only to straight-wash and queerbait for as long as it did is almost as ridiculous as claiming that a show that did the opposite of that was trying to emulate it.

I also find it stupid because Good Omens the book was published fifteen years before the fifteen-year hate crime that is Supernatural ever aired a single episode. The elements of queerness that the show teased out and expanded upon existed back when Eric Kripke was still what I can only imagine was an insufferable teen proto-filmbro making some poor underpaid high school English professor take up drinking to cope with his hypermasc Americana edgelord bullshit in every essay.

Much like when SPN fans started yelling that Matt Ryan's Constantine was a ripoff of Supernatural and Castiel, this is just embarrassing. If anything, the inspiration for Destiel came from Good Omens, not the other way around.

As for any worries fans express (in their adamant denials) about the Ineffable Lovers "replacing" Destiel, I have to ask...for who? Pretty sure no diehard Heller is going to burn their Castiel handprint patch from Stands as a sacrifice to the gomens gods to prove their loyalty. And anyway, nothing is ever going to approach being the "new Destiel" without at least a dozen years of will-they/won't-they slow burn angst and enemies to allies to enemies to friends to coparents to lovers shenanigans. It's just implausible! We can't even get a show to have five whole seasons anymore nowadays.

I know Destiel is important to Hellers. I'm a Heller. It's important to ME. But we aren't doing ourselves or anyone else any favors by acting like every star-crossed queer love story that comes along is somehow copying or devaluing Destiel. That is just laughably untrue. The Ineffable Lovers will never be Destiel, sure. But who ever said they were trying to be? I thought the whole explicit canonicity bit made it pretty clear that wasn't the case.

TL;DR: Hellers including me all have terminal brainworms from being gaslit since we were impressionable teenagers by Eric Kripke and all his successors, but that's no excuse to intentionally spoil big moments or be shitty about other shows giving their audience canonical queer rep. From the bottom of my Heller heart, grow the fuck up besties.

#supernatural #good omens #ineffable lovers #destiel #ship nonsense #spn fandom #hellers #if you're a heller and didn't participate in this shit this obviously isn't about you #but truly some of us do need to open ass remove head about this beloveds #ask box #anomyous

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crimsonwing62 · 1 year

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Ok Hear me out, The Take a Hint scene from victorious x The Fruity Four (specifically Robin x Nancy)

So one night, Robin, Nancy, Steve and Eddie decide to go out and Nancy suggests they new karaoke bar across town. Its small, the foods kind of meh, the patrons that sing are terrible which means its hilarious to make fun of them but its busy so they don't check ID's.

Steve and Eddie are on the closing shift till 10pm, at Family Video and The Bowling alley. Meanwhile Robin's had the day off and Nancy finishes her apprenticeship at the local newspaper in the next town at 6pm. So Robin and Nancy get together to get ready and go there together. They arrive about 20 minutes before Steve and Eddie are supposed to get there.

The girls weave through the somewhat already growing crowd of people to the bar to get a couple of drinks, then find a table for them and the boys for the night.

Not even 10 minutes at their table flirting chatting, Nancy already trying to convince Robin to do a duet with her and Robin absolutely refusing. A couple of guys seemingly a bit tipsy saddled up to the two trying to chat to them, flirt with them (key word: trying). Instead their teasing about not singing ended up implying their too insecure to do it themselves so they're just here to judge others.

"Didn't you hear? they want to hear a little songy song action." Robin, using their words against them, directing her statement towards Nancy. Robin arching her eyebrows in a challenge.

"Okay, we'll sing you a song" Nancy with a tight smile says in the sweetest voice she can muster. The kind of voice she had to use with the asshats at Hawkins Post.

The girls slide out of their chairs and head toward the song book. The asshats take their seat laughing and whispering like they're in middle school. Robin slides her finger down the list till she lands on the one she wants. She slides in a quarter to the machine and presses 'T305'.

Nancy stops Robin just before she presses play. "hey can you start the song? you know take Victoria's part?'

"wha-why? -- wait is Nancy Wheeler nervous? THE Nancy Wheeler who 5 minutes ago was convincing me to do a duet with her? That same Nancy Wheeler whose faced interdimensional monsters with a sawed off shotgun? Is nervous... about karaoke?" Robin teases, more in bewildered curiosity than maliciously.

"yeah, I've never really sang outside of the shower"

"sure okay"

Robin can't really say much herself, although she's performed it was usually playing an instrument... with 30 other kids. Definitely not in a duet, safe to say her stomach was doing somersaults as she hit play on the machine.

The song starts, Robin picks up the mic, she blows a sarcastic kiss to the boys currently occupying their seats.

"Why I am always hit on by the boys I'll never like?" she starts.

Nancy picks up the mic too but takes a moment facing the wall to compose herself. She steals over as her part comes up, turning round channelling the badass that like Robin said 'faced interdimensional monsters with a sawed off shotgun'.

"Don't wanna be a priss, I'm just tryna be polite but it always seems to bite me in the-"

They sound good together, even harmonise on the chorus. They patrons loved them, a few whoops from them gave the singers enough confidence to really relax and have fun with the song. At some point they went in to the audience gradually making their way towards those guys again, who are currently enjoying the show.

The girls were mid song when Steve and Eddie finally arrived. At first the boys couldn't see over the sea of people at the bar and staring towards the stage in the far corner.

It was only when "you asked me what my sign is and i told you it was stop"

"Is that Nance?" Steve asks Eddie, knowing full well he probably didn't know the answer.

"and if I had a dime"

"Well that's Robin for sure" Eddie says in response. "oof they're good" he comments when he hears the harmony that follows.

They push their way to past the bar and towards the karaoke area where they find their powerhouse friends make their way over to a couple of guys at a corner table.

R: "what about no don't you get?"

N: "so go and tell your friends"

R+N: "I'm not really interested"

"oh I feel so bad for those suckers right now" Steve leans to shout into Eddie's ear.

"don't be! They probably deserve it" Eddie shouts back, still in awe of the harmonies. Robin taking the low note whilst Nancy goes for the full belt higher notes.

The guys from earlier that made the mistake of hitting on them gather their drinks to leave but Robin and Nancy stop them. Singing to them directly.

N: "one"

Nancy fully into the song now, glares up at the one that was interested in her, burning a whole in his forehead.

R: "take your hands of my"

Each line they take a step forward - encroaching on their space

N: "two"

R: " 'fore I punch you in the"

N: "Three"

R: "stop you staring at my"

N+R: "hey!"

With the asshats intimidated, humiliated and backed up against the bar, the girls, satisfied, march back up to the stage for the final verse of the song.

This last bit was no longer to teach those guys a lesson. it was purely for their enjoyment, they sang towards each other instead of the audience. silently communicating to go big for the finish.

As they finish they fall into a fit of laughter and the bar erupts. Steve and Eddie attempting to clap and holler the loudest.

Robin and Nancy take a bow and come down from the stage to head back toward their now vacated table, absolutely beaming with pride they just did that.

Steve and Eddie rush over to congratulate and freak out about how awesome they sang together.

Steve focusing on "holy crap you guys got up and sang in front of audience" knowing how big that is for both of them

Eddie focusing on "holy crap you guys sounded amazing together. I knew Buckley could sing but you too Wheeler, that was awesome!"

Steve gets the first round of drinks - Robin and Nancy discarding their half drunk ones from earlier for new ones. and then the rest of the night flew by...

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Notes: Ignore the fact the technology for Karaoke machines where definitely not advanced enough to have wireless microphones and not at all like I described in the 80s. Because if this song exists 35 years before its released then they can have wireless microphones to sing Karaoke and teach some immature boys a lesson.

hope you enjoyed!

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marvels-bitch-boy · 2 years

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Emerald Eyes Part 2: Chapter 10

Chapter 10: (Y/Ns POV)

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I apologize in advance, also this might be very very shitty writing but fuck it.

Masterlist , P1 Chapter 1 , P2 Chapter 9

The ride on the quinjet was one that I had never experienced before. The silence that filled the air felt pungent as I waited to descend. Nat came and stood next to me while I looked out the window. There were clouds of smoke that seemed to get denser as we got closer to the drop point. The awful feeling in my gut only grew stronger as I watched.

“Okay people, this is the time to listen up-” Sharon projected to carry her words to the full jet. “We have word that A.I.M. has been testing on abducted subjects for genetic experiments. They aren’t going to give up without a fight and we have reason to believe that they are working with former H.Y.D.R.A. scientists so stay on guard at all times.” I felt a hand clasp my own as she continued to speak. I held it tight like how a small child would hold a prized teddy bear in a storm. “Stick with your squad and do not get separated. Keep your coms on at all times and radio for backup ASAP” She looked around at all the faces giving her attention but still, there was a deafening silence. “Do you copy?” at her words I snapped to attention and so did all the other agents. The silence disappeared and was replaced by the sounds of 20 people replying in unison “Yes, Ma’am” She smiled and looked around once more “Drinks are on me tonight” with that a few laughs came from the group and she turned back to the front of the jet.

I turned to Natasha who was staring down at our interlocked hands and leaned in to whisper “Be careful okay?”. She looked up into my E/C eyes and the corner of her lips tugged upwards as she softly spoke back. “Only if you are…” I placed a kiss on her lips. I couldn’t help through the fear and anxiety I felt a smile appear on my lips “when am I not?” I gave her a sarcastic look with a raised brow and she rolled her eyes at me. We hugged and waited for the alert to join our squads. As we got closer to the drop point agents and team members alike began to double and check their gear, they reflected on old missions and began to disperse.

Sharon kept me and Natasha close together on missions, now however we were on separate squads and could only hope that the other fulfilled their side of our bargain.

It took us only 5 minutes to reach the drop point. Pietro and Steves's squads exited first. Next came me and Nat. As soon as we entered the powdered snow around the base I felt my body adjust to the temperature rapidly. I followed Sharon's instructions that came through the coms and quietly entered the building. It was three stories tall but it took up more room in this forest than the compound. My squad focused on entering the surveillance room and working on disarming their security while the others waited outside for the signal to move in.

I waited with bated breath as three agents worked on decoding their system. They were fast and soon The squads began to move in. We heard gunfire come from all entry points and began to take out the A.I.M. agents that were making their way to fights. Sharon began to direct each squad to a specific region of the base. My squad was tasked with securing the warehouse and getting the scientists in custody. I was on my to the nearest lab when suddenly a wave of red burst through a cement wall. Wanda appeared and she looked relieved to see me. I was anything but. As soon as she entered the base another group of agents began to swarm us. “Glad you decided to show up but maybe you could have used the door?” I managed to speak through my punches and the occasional blast of fire. “See, where would the fun in that be?” she gave me an innocent look as she took out the last agent. I motioned for the squad of agents to follow me and informed Sharon of our friend who decided to join the fight. She radioed back that I needed to detain the scientists fast and to join Steve’s current battle on the east side of the base. Against my better judgement, I knew that it would take too long for all my agents and me to reach the lab and detain the egg heads before helping Steve, so I separated from my squad. I made the call and placed Wanda in charge of them. They protested but my mind was made up and I began to make my way east.

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I had to burn about 4 doors and accidentally freeze a hinge on my way toward the fight but I managed to take out every A.I.M. agent that I came across. I entered through double doors and was greeted by Steve being flung like a ragdoll by a giant mech suit. See normally I would have taken a picture of this for Pietro but this was a much more serious mission and the stakes were raising the longer we stayed here. “Hey! Optimus Prime! Over here!!” I flailed my arms and began to yell to get its attention. I heard Sharon in my ear the next second “You know he was the good guy right?”

“No, I didn’t… Pietro just started explaining it to me yesterday” I spoke into my com as I dodged a wave of bullets.

As soon as I got it I took my chance to char the pilot's window. I used as much of my as I could and then rapidly changed from fire to ice. I froze the glass and the legs while a squad of agents shot it down and steve rammed it like a cannonball. It went down and I began to help three agents who were trapped near a corner by gunfire.

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Soo…. Remember how I told Nat I’d be careful? Well…

“Excuse me what do you mean you found a bomb??!!” Sharon repeated my words back at me on a secure line. “I got the last two squads out and began to do a search and found an elevator… turns out this place is way bigger than we thought, and soon it’s going to level and become a sink hole” I felt myself shake as I stared at the device. It was bigger than any bomb I had ever seen before. “Can you disarm it? We still have abductees to retrieve from the base.” Those words clouded my mind. I couldn’t let this thing go off. I can’t let those people die.

“I don’t think so but-” she cut me off. “No. do have any agents with you who can?” I bit my tongue and hopped around because I knew for a fact I was about to get scolded like a child “...no because I’m alone”

The line went dead for a moment before I heard a familiar voice over my com “CAREFUL MY ASS! YOU WENT IN ALONE??!” Shit. “Hey… Natty, look I know it sounds bad-” Now she was scaring me more than the bomb in front of my face. “Nuh-uh! You get your ass back up here now.” I sighed and I knew she was coming from a place of worry and concern. “Nat… I can’t do that, okay. I have to disarm or-” The realization hit me. This was that bad feeling I had. This was the reason I wanted to stay. “-I can disarm it, okay. I’m going to disarm but while I do that you are going to get every one of those people out safely… you hear me?” I knew my words didn’t inspire confidence and I knew they didn’t mask my fear. Even I heard how shaky my words were. I heard a large boom and the walls around me shook. I heard the second boom and I heard the creaks of metal and the snapping of wires. The sound of cables breaking and a large crash confirmed my next fear.

There were multiple bombs and two just went off… That isn’t even the worse part, The elevator was now an unknown number of floors below me and I had no way out.

I looked over at the device and I began to see the flashing red lights change. The count down started and I was stuck here with it. “Y--Y-Y/N- Y/N? Are you there? My coms signal was weak but I responded “I’m here and I have an update or two” I sighed as I looked at the cracked cement around me the dust that had begun to fall like fresh snow. “The elevator seems to have found the centre of the earth…and my countdown has begun.” The line went silent and I decided to just speak. There was nowhere for me to go and I decided fuck it.

I began to melt the shell off the device with precision. “So… You know how I usually have destroyed stuff with my powers? Well, I’m about to do just that” I touched the steaming metal plate that covered it and took a good look at the insides “wow…okay so this thing- well it’s gonna pack a punch, I mean a real wallop. Please get to a safe distance. Mostly because I’m about to try something absolutely stupid.”

And indeed I was.

Hey, buddy shhh. Let me write

Really? I just want to explain what's going through my head. I don’t need you in here either.

Yes, you do dummy…I’m the author

Shit

I stepped back from the device about five feet and began to absorb it’s heat. I know that sounds so ridiculous… but so does a guy who can sneeze fire. “Sharon I swear to god if those people aren’t all out-” I was cut off by a soothing voice in my ear “They are… so whatever stupid thing you’re about to do, you better make sure you come out in one piece.” Her words felt desperate and they felt like a plea instead of a simple ask.

“Natasha, I’m sorry. This isn’t to stop the bomb but to contain it. And right now I’m the only thing around for that. I’m sorry” Those words echoed around me as the timer began to get closer to zero. I closed my eyes and began to picture my brothers… Pietro and Ezra…, I pictured the woman who became my mom… Maria. I saw Natasha. I saw her asleep on my chest as the sunlight hit her hair. It looked as fiery as she was. I pictured the first time I saw her, those eyes that captivated me. The eyes that I had fallen right into. Those Emerald Eyes had me mesmerized the moment I saw them. I didn’t know it then but she would hold the key to my heart. She brought me back to my home and she helped me learn that my past isn’t my future.

She was my future.

I opened my eyes and the wave of heat from the device entered me like a gust of wind making a tornado. I felt my insides begin to burn. There was a flash of orange light and I was slammed back as the wave of fire and power hit the walls around me. The same walls that began to collapse on top of me. It all happened in an instant but I knew. I knew that she was safe, and even though those Emerald Eyes were filling with tears they would still be the most beautiful things to me.

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(No one POV)

The building still came down but the destruction was only a fraction of what it could have been. The abducted people being experimented on were safe. Y/N’s wish was fulfilled. He had managed to do what he planned. Natasha and the rest of the team, however? They sat in silence as they watched the cloud of smoke dissipate from the ruins. They thought of their teammate. They thought of their friend. But only two of them thought of their heart that was now buried along with him. The two pairs of Emerald Eyes met and they had a silent conversation. There were no words spoken but that didn’t matter. They shared the same feeling. Despair.

They both now had a hole where the young agent had once occupied. A hole that they both knew would never close but would only remain with less pain as time went on. Natasha didn’t move from her seat, not for a second, Pietro stared into nothingness as his thought became stuck on his best friend. Steve made the difficult calls to the rest of the team and family. Or at least whatever family seemed to care. He made calls to S.W.O.R.D. and scheduled a meeting to discuss what protocol will be followed. The rest of the jet merely respected the silence. They didn’t crack jokes nor did they speak of any future plans. Once the jet landed they filed out but those who remained were the ones who had started to call the agent family. Tony approached the jet slowly and sat on the ramp in silence. Bruce and Clint were both on their way to the compound at an unknown speed. They all sat in silence as the sky began to dim and the stars appeared. A soft muffled cry came from the young witch and her brother slowly embraced her before guiding her inside. The next to leave was the Captain, he informed Tony he had more calls to make and slowly made his way. Just the two were left, Natasha had stayed in her seat… the one that had been next to his. It felt cold, it felt like there wouldn’t be enough warmth in the galaxy to make up for the warmth he provided her. Tony continued to remain silent as he waited for the spy to allow her facade to crack. He waited and waited.

It wasn’t until Clint burst through the doors to the landing pad and stopped in his tracks that the woman lifted her face to catch his gaze. He saw that tears that had been silently pouring, the sobs caught in her throat and the thought that had stopped forming hours ago. Tony began to hear her cries and he got up and offered her a hand. She took it and they began to walk down to the archer who had his arms open for her. She finally allowed herself to cry properly. Her sobs were no longer caught in her throat they were muffled by his chest. Her tears no longer hit the cold floor instead they clung to him just like she did.

Days went by and the team continued to mourn. Monica had arrived to pack up his belongings but Pietro refused to let her in the room. It wasn’t until Clint intervened that she was able to fulfil her mothers request. She sat on the edge of his bed in silence for about an hour before there was a knock at the door. Monica wiped her eyes and stood at attention. She excused the delay but the woman simply pursed her lips and asked a simple request. “May I- May I keep some of his things?” As she spoke her eyes began to fill with soft tears and Monica urged her to take whatever she needed. “I heard you two were close…” she spoke to the woman who simply laughed. “Not compared to the two of you” Monica smiled softly and remembered something quickly. She rushed over to his bedside table and retrieved an envelope. “He made a list of reasons to join the team… you were one of them.” She handed over the envelope an began to softly pack up his belongings.

As the woman was leaving she grabbed a few tshirts and sweaters and folded them delicately. “He told me that he always thought of you as family” Monica looked up and she could feel the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. “He told me that your team became a family… Thank you, Agent Romanoff” And with that Natasha left the room. Monica attempted to hold herself together long enough to lay his pictures gently in a box but as soon as she took a look at his face she broke down. She cried into her hands as she sat on side of his bed. It took her six hours to pack up three boxes. When she left the compound she informed her mother to send other agents to pack up his room… she didn’t ask any questions, she understood what it was like to lose someone that special.

Time Skip 2 months—

Both the S.W.O.R.D. and S.H.E.I.L.D. search teams were unable to locate Y/N’s body. They presumed it was buried deep within the debris. This didn't help Pietro’s grieving, he refused to believe that his friend was gone. He continued to go on missions while the others would stay back and plan the funeral. He would do reports while everyone had counselling sessions. The team stopped having movie nights and would simply sit together on the couches and talk or read. This was something that Bruce suggested to continue healing and to hold onto the memory of Y/N. It was no secret how much he loved to read. Tony asked around for his favourite spot to sit and read. Wanda told him the exact place and soon there was a dedicated beanbag sitting in the library in that same aisle. There was a desk next to it with a plaque attached. It read “The Firebugs’ favourite hideaway” This made Wanda smile every time she entered the library. She noticed the little things from the team that kept the caring nature of each of them.

It had been a day since the funeral and Natasha was packing her things to stay with Clint for a while. The Barton family heard what happened and offered a bed for anyone who needed to get away. Natasha was the only one who accepted the generosity. She knew that she needed to clear her head for a while and get away from the compound.

Steve became occupied with his search for Bucky after he found out that Agent Rumlow was still alive. He recruited Sam Wilson to help in his search. Once Natasha got back from her time away she jumped back into missions and took the first one she was handed… Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Natasha were heading to Lagos.

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count-woe-laf · 3 years

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Shoutout to those mutuals who are now in completely different fandoms but we're still following each other and occasionally liking each other's incomprehensible posts

#ily you're awesome #i am currently staring at like 20 people and specifically one of my first followers who shows up in my notes sometimes #i dont even know what fandoms youre in but the art is hella cool ily #and yes the other mcyt mutuals who have some very confusing posts to me but theyre cool ily #the pasta speaks

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clonecyare · 2 years

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Thank you all for 700 followers! 🥳 I can’t believe so many of you have found your way over to my little blog and stuck around to nerd out with me and join me in simping for Star Wars men!

As a little thank you and to show my appreciation for all the love you show me and my posts, I’m doing a little follower celebration! I’m no good at making gifs or edits really, so instead, I’ll be doing little fics, drabbles, headcanons etc!

See below the cut for the details!

Pop your submissions in my ask box either as yourself or on anon!

Prompts are at the bottom of the post - submit as many as you want but please do them in separate asks so I can reply to them when the fic ready

Or, submit your own idea/hc/something you’d like to request

Prompts range from fluffy to angsty to spicy - I will write any genre as long as I can think of a fic to go with it

I will currently write for all clones, Boba Fett, Din Djarin and Maul (I am open to other suggestions)

If none of the prompts speak to you, you can also submit your own headcanon/idea etc

How requests I get will factor into how long these take to complete

If you want to keep up to date with any of my works you can do that here: || Masterlist || Tag list form || and for these works I'll be using the tag 'clonecyare 700'

Now for the prompts! There are 80 in total and first up are the ones that can be any genre (fluff, angst, nsfw)

1. “It’s really not that complicated.”

2. “Close the door.”

3. “It’s three in the morning.”

4. “I should have told you a long time ago.”

5. “Just trust me.”

6. “I’ve been waiting a long time.”

7. “You’re in love with me.”

8. “Come here.”

9. “We could get arrested for this.”

10. “What are you thinking about?”

11. “I thought you were dead.”

12. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

13. “Was that supposed to hurt?”

14. “I can explain.”

15. “Watch me.”

16. “I’ve missed this.”

17. “I don’t believe you.”

18. “Sometimes, it comes in handy.”

19. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

20. “We have to be quiet.”

21. “You’re trembling.”

22. “I want an answer, goddammit!”

23. “It was you the whole time.”

24. “Tell me again.”

25. “I’m not going anywhere.”

26. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

27. “You could have died.”

28. “Prove it.”

29. “I might never get another chance to say this.”

30. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

31. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

32. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”

33. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

34. “I still remember the way you taste.”

35. “How much of that did you hear?”

36. “What happens if I do this?”

37. “You make me want things I can’t have.”

38. “I don’t want to screw this up.”

39. “People are staring.”

40. “You are so stupid… I love you”

41. “I want to dance with you”

42. “I can’t believe you’re mine”

43. “What took you so long? I missed you…”

44. "I just want to be left alone"

45. "What are you gonna do?“

46. "Did you just say you’re in love with me”

47. "I didn’t punch him, but I should have."

48. “You don’t have to go through this alone”

49. “Stay with me, please”

50. “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Okay now the ones that are specifically for spice spicy, but also free to submit your own ideas for spice.

51. “Face down. Ass up”

52. “You gotta be quiet”

53. “Always so fucking tight.”

54. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

55. I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that

56. “You’re not getting off that easily.”

57. "I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.”

58. “You won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you.”

59. “Does that feel good?”

60. “I can keep going all damn night.”

61. “Call me that again”

62. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

63. “Let me worship you”

64. “Your hair looks prettiest in my fist”

65. “Bite marks look good on you”

66. “I’ll make forget all about him”

67. “Don’t talk with your mouth full"

68. “Pull my hair again”

69. “You look so pretty beneath me”

70. “This is so wrong, we shouldn’t be doing this”

71. “You are beautiful from every angle"

72. “Let me show you who you belong to”

73. “Just like I remember.”

74. “I won’t apologise for marking you, everyone should know you’re taken.”

75. “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

76. “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

77. “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

78. “Stop hiding, you’re beautiful.”

79. “Mmm, good morning to you too.”

80. “You want to do this now?”

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Spencer has made an enemy with an unsub. The team believes it’s over after they catch him, but they don’t realize one big detail; unsub isn’t working alone and that partner has gone after Spencer’s girl. Will Spencer make it in time to save her?

// Anon request: can u do one where reid saves the reader from getting kidnapped or shot pls🥺🥺 //

// Anon request: ok this might be confusing but can u do one where the team goes on a case, but like the unsub actually had a partner back at reid and the readers apartment and kidnaps her and he gets super like protective and cute and like awe reid is so baby🥺🥺 //

A/N: sucker for angst. So I combined these two requests because they’re so similar. I steered away from the request a little and may have gotten carried away while writing it, but I’m kind of proud of this one. Thank you both for your request! I hope you enjoy :) xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

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WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO LOOK THIS DAMN SEXY UGH

Finally, the BAU team tracked down the unsub. Currently he is in custody, chained to the interrogation desk. This was the man who’d taunted the BAU team for months. He’d sent them on numerous goose chases and they finally caught up to him when he made a mistake, which then led to his capture. This man got under Spencer’s skin the last time they faced him and since then Spencer did everything in his power to find him and take him down.

The first time they had caught up to the man at his home, they were all shocked to the core, Spencer specifically. Inside the home, the team found a room dedicated to photos of him and his wife, in their home, his wife at the grocery store, the two of them on dates. The man had been following them, taking photos of them, invading their privacy. Spencer was sick at the thought and since then, he couldn’t sleep until he knew his wife was safe. Until he knew the man was put behind bars.

The man had killed numerous women, up and down the coast. They caught up to him outside of Georgetown and when they arrived at his home, he’d already slipped away into the darkness. The man had laid low for a few weeks, then the murders began again, this time, the women favoring Spencer’s wife. Spencer and the team knew exactly who was behind these murders. He was back, this time in a small town on the coast of South Carolina. After the 3rd woman, the man made a mistake and slipped up, allowing the team to finally put an end to this.

However, the BAU team made a mistake, a very big one. They’d missed key information, that could potentially put the woman Spencer loved in danger.

Spencer stood across from the man that had tormented him and his wife for months, anger boiling inside him. It took everything he had not to reach across the table and strangle the man.

“This is the end for you. You’re facing charges for over 20 women up and down the east coast.” He slammed his hands against the metal table, “You’re facing the death penalty. You will get what you deserve!”

The unsub smirked, “Oh but Dr. Reid, this isn’t the end. You really didn’t think I would leave without making sure your suffering will continue?” He sits a little straighter in his seat, leaning forward, “Tell me Dr. Reid, have you spoke to your wife today? Told her you loved her?”

Spencer straightens, fear washing over him. He hadn’t spoke to you today. He was caught up in the case to bother to call you. The unsub began to laugh wickedly, seeing Spencer’s fear. Spencer then stormed out of the interrogation room, the rest of the team waiting by the door. Hotch already on the phone, “We need officer’s at (you and Spencer’s address) right now!”

The team was in South Carolina, you were back at your home in Quantico. He checked the time. It was Thursday, 5:43 pm. You would have been on your way home from work by now. You would have stopped by the grocery store on 4th to get groceries to cook dinner. Thursday’s were chicken night. He knew you probably would have splurged and bought a bottle of wine for yourself along with cookies. Cookies were your weakness.

Spencer’s hands began to shake, “How could we have missed this?” He roughly runs his hands through his hair. How could he have missed that this unsub had a partner? How could he be so stupid?

“Reid, calm down. Hotch has officer’s on their way to your home now.” Morgan tried to calm his friend, but all Spencer seen was red.

“I’m going to kill him.” He mumbles. Before anyone can act, Spencer has barged into the interrogation room and has thrown the unsub into the wall, his hands wrapped tightly around his throat.

“Reid! Stop!” Hotch and Morgan are grabbing at Spencer, trying to pull him off the man.

“You sick bastard!” Spencer’s hands tighten and he can feel the life draining from the unsub.

“Reid if you kill him, we have no way of finding her!” Hotch yells, ripping Spencer off the man. Morgan’s arms wrap around Spencer’s body, holding him back, “Kid, you got to calm down!”

“Get him out of here!” Hotch yells at Morgan, who begins dragging Spencer out of the room, the door clicking shut behind them.

“Morgan, he’s got her… he’s got y/n..” Spencer’s body goes limp in Morgan’s grip and begins wracking with sobs.

You push open the door with your foot, your hand full of groceries. You only needed a few things for dinner, but you hoped Spencer would be home this weekend so you two could spend the weekend at home, binge watching tv and eating your weight in junk food. You grunt, setting the grocery bags on the counter. Slipping your shoes off by your bedroom door, you enter the kitchen and begin putting away groceries, continuing to play your playlist you were jamming in the car to.

Your body tenses as you feel the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your back, “don’t move.”

Your breathing becomes rapid and you slowly raise your arms, “Please.. please don’t do this.” You whisper.

The man puts a cloth over your mouth and you thrash, trying to keep it away. “No!” You throw your head back into the man’s nose and groan. That hurt more than you thought it would. The man staggers back against the counter, holding his nose, “You bitch!”

Your head throbs and spins as you slip passed him and head for the door. Just as your hands grasp the door, the man grabs you, throwing you into the wall, the mirror falling to the floor and shattering. Your body falling into the broken glass.

You whimper as he grabs you by your hair, your hands going to his, “Let me go!” He drags you along the floor into the living room, tossing you into the coffee table. Pain shoots across your body, but you ignore it grabbing a vase from the side table, hitting him in the side of the face. He falls to the ground and you stagger to your feet heading for the door once more, but you never make it.

A gun shot rings through the home you and Spencer shared. The last thing you see is the smiling photo of you and Spencer on the wall. It was your wedding photo, taken moments after you two promised to love and protect each other.

Spencer and the team were on the jet within the hour, heading back to Quantico. Back to you. When the police arrived at you and his home, they found the door opened, broken glass and a trail of blood out the door, but you were no where in sight.

He stares aimlessly at the wall in front of him, the gears in his head running a mile a minute. He racked his brain wondering how it come to this. He had caught the unsub that had terrorized you two. He promised you after he was caught, this would all be over. You two could live normal lives. Now, the unsub was locked in cell somewhere, but you were gone, disappeared. The only thing left was a blood trail out the door.

“Kid.. we’re going to find her.” Morgan says quietly, his hand going to Spencer’s shoulder.

“We won’t stop until we do. She’s family, Reid.” Emily says, taking a seat next to him.

He figured he was in shock. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t function. When they arrived at your shared home, he could see you put up a fight. Those self defense classes must have helped. He glances at the kitchen counter, the groceries still there, untouched. Sure enough, there sat a bottle of wine and a box of cookies. He’s broken from his trance as Hotch’s cellphone rings.

He’s nodding, listening intently to what someone’s saying. He looks up at the team standing in the living room, “That was the sheriff from next town over. Said he just received a call about a woman stumbling up onto a porch, bloodied and beaten. Thinks it could be y/n.”

Spencer’s heart was beating out of his chest as Morgan drove to the hospital. The sheriff informed Hotch, they took her to the hospital immediately. She suffered extensive injuries, but kept telling people she escaped, that a man had kidnapped her and kept muttering that she needed to speak with Spencer Reid.

He practically ran into the hospital to the room where the unknown woman was. His heart dropped when he entered. It wasn’t you laying on the bed. He slowly walked over to the bed, the woman’s head rolled over to face Spencer, wincing as she sat up a little.

“Are you Spencer Reid?” The woman asks. Spencer only nods in response.

“Your wife…” Her voice is hoarse, “She saved my life.”

“Y/n? How? What happened?”

“The man brought her in, there was blood everywhere. I thought she was dead. But he left her in the room with me. I rushed to her side and she had a pulse. He’d shot her in the side. The bullet grazed her. I patched her up with what I had. Which was only a few t shirts. She finally woke up later that night. She told me that she knew where we were, she’d woken up long enough during the ride. We were in the middle of the woods, not far from civilization. So, we thought of a plan. She knew she couldn’t run so she told me to run and get help. She would attack the man when he came in. She made me promise if I got out, to tell them I needed to talk to Spencer Reid. It was late that night, the man came into the room and she attacked him from behind. I was able to slip out the door and I ran to find help.”

Spencer was quick to get on the phone with Penelope with the information. She worked her magic and soon there was a location.

Swat and the BAU team had the small cabin surrounded. There was no way out of this for the guy. He knew that. When he entered into the room, he was panicked. You used that to your advantage and was able to fight the gun from him, getting a clear shot through his chest.

Spencer’s heart stopped as the gunshot was heard. “Move in!” Swat yelled and begin closing in on the home.

Morgan was the one who saw it first. The door began to open and a figure limped out of the door. “Hold your fire!”

It was you. You were safe. Before he knew it, he was running to you, his body colliding with yours.

“Spencer!” You cried. The collision sent pain through your body, but you ignored it. Spencer was here. You were in Spencer’s arms and that is all that mattered.

Spencer’s body wracked with sobs and he held you, “Oh god… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

You shook your head, “I’m okay. I’m fine..” You pulled away to look at him. He looked rough. Bags under his eyes. His face was red and wet from crying. A tear slipped down your cheek and you wrapped your arms around him again.

“I love you so much… god I love you.” He says into your hair.

“I love you too…”

Spencer carried you to the ambulance and he never left your side, riding in the ambulance to the hospital. He never let go of your hand either, scared that he would lose you if he were to let go. He finally had to let you go as they took you into the hospital. He didn’t want to leave your side then, but your reassured him, you would be fine. You were safe and everything would be okay.

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michpat6 · 2 years

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5, 6, and 20 for the meta ask 👀

thank you for the ask, @mikamoony! I'm happy to answer under the cut because I love writing essays about myself!

(spoilers for my fic "aftermath" if you're following me and reading these answers and haven't read it. if you haven't, how the hell did you find my little tumblr blog?)

5. What character that you're writing do you most identify with?

That's actually really hard to answer! My first instinct is to say Link, because for all of the words I spit out on the internet I'm actually pretty quiet in person! One of my friends once told me they were scared of me because they like to talk/talk a lot and I don't, so they'll just be talking about whatever I'm just, like, sitting there and staring at them? Not saying anything in response to what they say and just nodding for them to continue? and the truth of it is I just really like listening! I like hearing my friends talk! So I feel like I can relate to Link in the sense that I don't always have to be talking to enjoy people's presence/be present and stuff like that, not necessarily that I'm pressuring myself to be silent. and I am also in love with Zelda.

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Funny thing, I answered this question in the ask I just responded to before this one, so instead of repeating myself in talking about how fun Zelda is I'm gonna talk about her dad.

I love writing Rhoam, he's so complex I have to stare at my screen for like five minutes whenever he comes up to try and imagine what the hell is going on in his head. In the pre-calamity fic, "a memory of younger days", especially in the most recent chapter, you can kind of see that he does know how to be a good father, that he does know Zelda is trying her best, but he's got the end of the world looming over his head and his currently-Triforceless daughter is the only person who can stop it. how else is he supposed to help her save the world if he isn't breathing down her neck about prayer?

and then in the zelink amnesia fic, "that parting need not last forever (it's dangerous to go alone)", he's a cryptid. he's just an old man who's been on this plateau for years; "no, my daughter and her knight, I don't know shit about you two. want some treasure?". it's almost funny how vague he is because he's trying so hard not to say anything but also trying so hard to figure out why the hell his daughter has amnesia and isn't in the castle and he wants to hug her so bad and tell her how sorry he is for being shitty dad it's his second chance she's right there-

but she's not. Zelda's not his daughter anymore, she's some girl with amnesia clinging to the boy she woke up with, and that's why I love writing Rhoam. the "but" is who he is (pun not intended sldkfjd;fslg) and it's so good to explore.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you've included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

I've answered this one, already, too, but no worries! There's SO many things I want to talk about! In the other ask, I talked about the relationship between Zelda and Ganondorf in "aftermath", but for this one I want to talk about that fic's plot and more specifically the clues to Zelda holding Power. I apologize in advance, this is a long one!

The hints start all the way back in chapter two, "old friends", when Zelda gets scared awake by the Sheikah appearing in front of them when she and Link get to Kakariko:

"On instinct, Link reaches back and draws the Master Sword, and the sound of the glowing blade being freed from its scabbard wakes Zelda, who bolts upright and holds out her right hand. Her trembling fingertips turn gold, the Triforce blazing over her knuckles, but then it all fades and she sags, chest heaving."

As we learn later on, Power is triggered by anger and fear. Zelda getting jumpscared by the Master Sword made her afraid, which then makes her Power show up. At the same time, it's also just that using her magic has become her first instinct when she's afraid after using it when she's afraid for a hundred years. It's the little things that count!

Then in chapter seven, "thinking", when Link gets back from fighting off the corrupted Guardians and monsters on Blatchery Plain, when he and Zelda argue outside the Hateno shrine:

“Do you have any idea how afraid I was?!” she starts, voice high and echoing. “Sending me away like that when I could have helped you-!”

He thinks she looks like Rhoam when she’s angry. “I was keeping you safe-"

The golden glow crawls up her arms and slides down her legs, engulfing her feet in her sandals. “You could have given me the Sheikah Slate and I could have used the runes-"

And then a few seconds later after she says the fuck word:

"She’s glowing from head to toe, a beacon in the dark, panting. The ends of her blonde hair float off her shoulders and a low hum resonates from the Triforce blazing on the back of one of her clenched, shaking fists. Her green eyes are glassy, and her bottom lip trembles."

The golden glow, the Triforce, Power, only goes away once she calms down and collects herself. She's stopped being afraid/angry, so Power isn't needed anymore.

And then, of course, Ganondorf shows up and starts causing drama. I actually throw it in your face in chapter nine, "zelda (open your eyes)", when Zelda has a nightmare about him:

"'No,' she says. I know. 'I unlocked my power because I love him-'

It laughs, letting her go. 'And does he love you?'

You fulfilled your purpose, too.

I haven’t, Zelda. My purpose is you.

'No,' she repeats, weaker. Link believes he’s just her knight. He has no idea how wrong he is. 'He doesn’t. He doesn’t remember me.'

It gives her an ugly grin. 'Courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.'

She flinches.

The Calamity leans in like it’s going to kiss her. Instead, it rests its lips along the shell of her ear, curving them into another wicked smile as it breathes, 'You could say the same about Power.'

It puts its hand over her heart and the Triforce glows on its knuckles and she cries out as pure, scorching hatred fills her body-"

It works really well on re-read because the first time it's just fake/nightmare Ganondorf saying shit, it's not even the "real" Ganondorf showing up like he does later and causing problems, but the second time through it's like, "oh. oh SHIT". foreshadowing, baby!

then of course in Zora's Domain when Zelda goes off on Dorephan:

"Zelda’s entire body is glowing, the Triforce blazing on the back of her right hand. Rays of yellow light peek out from her clothes.

'Because he is the Hero,' she says, fists clenched and shaking at her sides. 'And I am the Goddess Incarnate.'"

and then when she and Link are heading towards Death Mountain and Ganondorf shows up a second time (there were actually no real hints I was going for in his first appearance at the Spring of Wisdom, I was just introducing the concept of him popping up and the mystery of "why is he here"):

"'I told Sidon last night that I couldn’t summon the power at will,” she whispers. “and that even if I could I wouldn’t do anything. So I thought I would interrupt Dorephan and tell him the same thing, show him that I was harmless by failing to summon it, but then he started to attack you. He started to doubt you, and I-'

She squeezes his fingers. The power crawls up to her shoulders and warmth flushes her limbs.

'It came to me like it had on Blatchery Plain when you fell, like it had when I held back the Calamity, and like it had when I sealed it. It was more than that, and I lost my temper. My civil, diplomatic idea dissolved as I started to just…talk.'

(Tearing into Dorephan like that, watching him cower before her rage as the power flooded her system, felt good. It felt borderline therapeutic.)

'He needed to hear it like that,' Link insists. 'You weren’t wrong for getting angry.'

'But I don’t know why I got so angry,' she looks at him. 'Do you-'

Then there's this line from Ganondorf in chapter twenty-seven, "zelda (no human or demon)":

“'Look at you,' he whispers, all amusement gone. 'All of that raw, destructive power, and you have absolutely no control.'"

and this from chapter thirty "zelda (curse you)":

"She stares at Link, focusing on the warmth of his hand in hers, thinking of how he had kissed her just an hour or two ago and of the fluttering she had felt in her stomach. She thinks of the way he talks, the way he laughs, and the way he smiles. She thinks of the way he cares for her, even when he doesn’t have to. She thinks of the way he makes her happy, and of the way he makes her happy to be alive.

'I love you,' she whispers to him, not caring that he can’t hear her. 'I love you.'

The back of her hand does not tingle or itch. She does not glow gold. The Triforce does not blaze on her knuckles.

(Wisdom does not answer her call.)"

and then, finally, the very last, very in-your-face clue, comes from chapter thirty-two, "wrath":

"Zelda stands with her back to him, her hair floating around her head like tendrils. Staring directly at her hurts, but if Link squints hard enough he can see that her left hand hangs by her side, and that she holds her right hand up, but it’s different. Whenever she uses her power, she always reaches towards her target, fingers splayed, and pushes the light forward with her palm.

Now, she holds her right hand differently. It looks as if she’s flexing, her fist clenched tightly before her face as an even brighter light emanates from the back of her hand-

(Link sees a Gerudo man with red hair and grayish, green skin sitting on an ornate throne. He holds his fist before his face like he’s flexing, the Triforce blazes on his knuckles, and he cackles as the floor crumbles beneath their feet.)"

and then three chapters later we get our reveal! dropping these breadcrumbs was the hardest thing to do about "aftermath", and while I'm not surprised some people called it beforehand (it was actually a good thing they did, it let me know it would make sense when the reveal did drop), the reactions from people who didn't figure it out and were theorizing what it was until the reveal were so good. It let me know I could pull off a little mystery!

#asks

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fictropes · 3 years

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oh boy i sure did write many words in 2020

Hi! I am copying people due to i want to. This is a lil (well... 63) round up of all the fics I wrote this year! Cos i’m very evil @ myself and writing fic and think i’m either not doing enough, or not doing it good enough, so i wanna full list of what I actually did so I can see my own accomplishments and can maybe... clap 4 myself for once. And honestly writing has helped MASSIVELY with my depression so.. that’s a bonus.

ALSO. this is a big huge thankyou to everyone! I only joined here + started writing in august and you’ve all been so so nice and welcoming and supportive <333 ;_; and I know they say write for yourself... but honestly peoples comments and excitement about my stuff has just been really, really lovely and I would never have written this much without all of you cheering me on<3.

so here is a list of everything i’ve written, organised by length and everything, so if you find yourself bored over the holidays... have a lil browse. (Sorry if u are on mobile and this doesn’t show as a read more)

Chaptered:

Can we try again? series (M) Complete - 35k - “Yeah, Phil. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Dan answers, softer than he’d wanted because he already knows what he’s about to do next.(or Dan doesn't turn up in 2009 and bumps into Phil 11 years later at a youtube convention 2. I like cupcakes, especially the gay variety (M) Complete - 30k - Firstly, Dan was 29. How was that a mature student?Secondly, his actual book was on the university fucking syllabus.(or the one in which Dan tries university again in a desperate attempt to prolong his procrastination, and his lecturer Phil is apparently something of a fan) 3. 7 Letters series (M) Complete - 9k - Your penpal can be the person you live with, actually. 4. There's Beans in Here (T) Complete - 2k - Phil has his wisdom teeth removed; Phil says many questionable things. 5. Roadtrip (E) Complete - 8k - “Exactly. I am right, as always.”“As always.” Dan agrees.Series 6. night shift, please (E) Wip - 27k I PROMISE THIS WILL COME BACK IN 2021 - Ten years and he’ll never get over how early he has to get up sometimes. In all honesty he prefers the night shift. 7. Still Not Calling it Fate (M) Wip - 14k - It’s become a bit of a thing, a bit of a thing that everyone he crosses paths with takes the piss out of him for 8. when i met you, a blue rush began (M) Complete - 5k - They end up in a small restaurant overlooking the sea, everything here is so blue. The sky, the sea, Phil’s eyes, the shirt he’s wearing buttoned up all the way to the top. 9. Luggage Tags (E) Complete - 2.5k - Just because it looks like your suitcase, it doesn't necessarily mean that it is. 10. Demon in the sack (E) Complete - 2.5k - Dan’s leg jiggles beneath his desk, knee hitting the table as he tries to force himself to hang up and ring the number he was supposed to ring— he doesn’t, he can’t. Long ( for me) oneshots (3k+) 11. Electronics and the Phil's who break them (M) Complete - 9k - The first time’s an accident, a proper accident— a Phil forgot how to hold his cup and now he’s watching his coffee seep into his keyboard type accident. 12. A Letter of Specifics (T) Complete - 4k - You'll know it's your soulmate because no one else on earth could be doing what they're doing. 13. The Benefits of A Weak Floor (M) Complete - 4k - He quite literally falls through Dan’s ceiling. 14. 10:35 on a Thursday (E) Complete - 3.7k - He’s tapping his pen against the paper, acting as though he isn’t asking Phil to take a sex quiz at 10:35am on a Thursday morning. 15. 2009, catboys (T) Complete - 3.2k - “You have your own ears, can’t have four.”“Why?” 16. Wrong Room (T) Complete - 3k - “Congratulations!’’ And he was expecting to hear a cry, or at least his mother telling him to be quiet because a certain baby was sleeping. Instead he heard the deep clear of a throat, a rustling of sheets. 2k-3k oneshots 17. Dinner with a stranger (T) Complete - 2.5k - @amazingphl hi! second year of doing this, sooo if anyone has nowhere to go for Christmas dinner I am once again offering..my flat (and by extension me) ;oSeries 18. Easy Lover (M) Complete - 2.4k - ''Yeah. We're always fine.'' It was always fine. It was always easy, despite always behind hard. 19. Cold Season (M) Complete - 2k - Dan is ill, insatiable and another word beginning with I. 1k-2k oneshots 20. Morose men on rooftops (T) Complete - 1.9k - “Dunno, maybe chatting up morose men on roofs is my thing.” He laughs, and it’s a nice noise. 21. Love with tongues of fire (T) Complete - 1.7k - So when Dan waltzed into the room, declaring his hunger Phil thought nothing of it. Just another night for another takeaway. 22. Your Rocks are my Rocks (T) Complete - 1.7k - Phil wants a new rock for Norman, Dan wants a peaceful life. 23. Joint Content (M) Complete - 1.6k - It started of a as a joke— a Joint Content joke. 24. 24/7 Fantasies (M) Complete - 1.5k - He thinks about Dan 24/7, constantly in two separate fantasies 25. A Conversation in Multiple Hallways (T) Complete - 1.5k - You're still here then? 26. Sharing Space (T) Complete - 1.5k - It's 2010 and dan has had a day. 27. The Obvious (T) Complete - 1.5k - "Can I use that?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, already scrawling it beneath the only three words he currently has— I love you. 28. I'm Thinking of Ending Things (T) Complete - 1.5k - Dan hears half a conversation, jumps to one whole conclusion. 29. Love Language of the Tactile (T) Complete - 1.4k - “I’m just— that’s a hypothetical.” Dan leans in this time, takes the touches that Phil always so freely gives away. “Can’t kiss in secret rooms if I leave.” 30. Don't Let the Self-Doubt Ruin You (T) Complete - 1.3k - “I’m here.” “Yeah, you’re here.” 31. Conflict Resolution (T) Complete - 1.3k - Following recent events we’ve decided it best we take a combative approach to your current workplace issues, we have booked you into a conflict resolution class this Thursday afternoon - we will not be paying you to attend. 32. when it comes to love (i want a slow hand) (E) Complete - 1.2k - And there it is, the refusal of anything in return. This is just for Dan and it always will be. 33. You're Still The one (T) Complete - 1.1k - “What’re you thinking about?” “You.” 34. Teach Me, Dad. (T) Complete - 1k - "Do you think I could be the next Mozart?” 35. The Logistics of a Clone (M) Complete - 1k - “I don’t think that’s a clone, though, like maybe more of a Doppelgänger.” Dan doesn’t know why they’re delving so deep into this, why he’s so damn bothered about being right. “It’s just literally you.” 36. All's fair in Love and Monopoly (T) Complete - 1k - Phil does not play by the rules, Dan lets him win anyway. Under 1k oneshots 37. Hide out in your heart (E) Complete - 0.9k - The second time Dan comes to visit it’s different. 38. Oh, there you are. (G) Complete - 0.9k - So after all this, after everything, he doesn’t think anything of it when someone else slips into his dms. 39. The Boy has Attitude (T) Complete - 0.9k - “You didn’t tell me you looked like this.”“Like what?”“This!” Phil’s waving a physical copy of the magazine in his face— so that’s where he’d been. 40. Hairties (and how not to use them) (M) Complete - 0.8k - “Why would you do that? Let us settle in, nice and slow and— gently does it.” 41. The Second Apartment. (T) Complete - 0.8k - It’s a stop-gap apartment, a we’re going to get our forever home after this. 42. Japan, 2019. (G) Complete - 0.8k - NO summary, just an obviously I was going to write this after phil's post 43. Doting Man (T) Complete - 0.7k - They’re both drunk, Phil more so— definitely more so.Series 44. Imposter (T) Complete - 0.7k - Among us is.. a bastard. 45. Ratemyprofessors.com (M) Complete - 0.7k - ‘Maybe if that Phil bloke from the English dep he’s always staring at fucked him he’d stop being so uptight’ 46. Failed Attempts (T) Complete - 0.7k - Dan enlists the help of Phil for his latest Instagram. 47. Bonus Prize (M) Complete - 0.7k - Phil Trash Number One 48. Feels like home (G) Complete - 0.7k - Home is where the Phil is. 49. We can make Forever work (T) Complete - 0.7k - It’s a moment of realising forever may sound too much to people, but we’ll get through everything together— we don’t have any other choice. 50. Scene in the Kitchen (T) Complete - 0.7k - New place 51. 4'11 (T) Complete - 0.6k - Dan is baby 52. Pillow Imprints (T) Complete - 0.6k - Dan is a menace, and Phil loves him anyway. 53. Parachute Jacket (T) Complete - 0.5k - Dan thinks Phil is obsessed with them Those few times I thougt I was goddamn Ri**ard S*ken 54. 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yutaya · 3 years

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Iron Fist Week Day 7: minor character/missing scene

Albert is a man. A man... with a van.

He's proud of his van. Sure it was a bitch and a half to get certified and sometimes trying to drive three freaking blocks in this city when he's having a bad enough day can threaten to put his blood pressure through the roof, but he's ground out an honest living for himself with it. That's no mean feat, in this neighborhood.

Plus, Al likes his job. It involves a lot of visiting every nook and cranny of the area, meeting loads of people at varying levels of talkative - it's a job that requires someone personable, and Al doesn't think it's too immodest to say that he fits the bill.

Staring down a fully loaded armoire, though, Al can admit to himself that there are times he's less fond of this job than others.

By the time he's got the thing down on the sidewalk, doors and drawers bound shut and with an initial layer of wrapping to protect it from pedestrian traffic while he sets up the loader, Al has mentally added two upticks to his pain-in-the-ass fee.

"Woah, can I help you with that?"

Al pauses in his transferring long enough to take a look at who's spoken. It's a white guy, 20s, a little scruffy but looks comfortable, and, most importantly, seems genuine.

Al smiles at him. "I appreciate the offer, but these need to be moved in a specific way to prevent scuffing."

"Oh." Al goes back to loading the armoire. "...Would you show me?" Al pauses again. Looks back at the guy. "I'm Danny, by the way," he adds, and smiles beatifically.

Al blinks up at the sky. Had the sun shone more brightly for a second, there? He turns back to wrapping the furniture with blankets and bungee cords. "You need to move a lot of furniture, Danny?" he asks while he works. Engaging in friendly conversation with strangers is second nature to him, at this point.

Danny, who has the courtesy to remain standing out on the street behind the van as they talk, bounces a little as he replies. "Yes, actually! My girlfriend and I have been redoing her apartment."

"Wow, big project. Hey, if you guys need stuff moved around, I've got you covered. Back and forth from the storage unit, delivering your new stuff from the store, bringing your old stuff wherever it's going... My rates are fair and, as you can see, I'd actually take care of your things." He pats the carefully cushioned furniture from his current job in indication.

Danny laughs a little, looking at it. "At least that isn't a piano, right?"

"Hey man, pianos have wheels. I can walk them right up the ramp."

Danny eyes the ramp Al uses with the handtrucks. "Isn't it too skinny?"

Al laughs again. "What kind of piano are you picturing, a grand?" As if anyone who owned one of those would be hiring Al to move it. As if anyone who owned one of those would be living in this area at all.

Danny shrugs, unbothered. "I haven't seen one since I was a kid. Maybe it seemed bigger back then." A beat passes, and then Danny continues talking, the oversharing sort of babble symptomatic of the sleep-deprived. "Anyway, we'll definitely call you for help with our stuff. And you can show me all the right ways to handle everything! I'm probably going to be doing a lot of rearranging furniture and stuff since Colleen is out at Bayard all the time now; she keeps talking about helping the community during the daytime - Colleen's my girlfriend, she's the best - and, I mean, she's right, of course, plus, we just got back to the city and I am not used to not having to do something -" he cuts himself off, lighting up. "Hey, could I get a job with you?"

Al startles. He can usually recognize when someone's coming at that angle. Granted, they usually don't seem to stumble into it by mistake.

"The shop down the street is hiring," he offers. "On the corner."

"Thanks! I'd like to work for this business, though."

Al pauses. Revaluates "Danny". There are only so many reasons someone would be looking for a moving job specifically, and in this neighborhood, the most likely scenario is one that Al has been very carefully steering clear of for 30 years.

"I appreciate the interest," he repeats cautiously, "but we're a small business. I'm afraid we don't really have the means to hire right now." It's a bit of a risk, revealing a vulnerability like that. Luckily, Albert is overstating it a bit; it won't be that easy for any of the triads to put financial pressure on him, and, well. He's stubborn. He swore a long time ago that he wouldn't go there.

"Oh, that's not a problem!" Danny says brightly. "You wouldn't need to pay me. I'm more looking for the experience, you know? I've never had a normal job, and Colleen thinks it'll be good for us to start over."

The alarm bell clanging in Al's head rises to a shriek, then falters. If this is a ploy, it is astoundingly poorly executed. If this guy is in with any sort of organized crime, he can't be more than a fledgling recruit. Al feels a moral obligation to try and steer him better, even if his self preservation instincts disagree.

"Look," Al says, watching Danny's face carefully. "I'm running an honest business, here. I'm not interested in having our name attached to anything. And, if I could offer you a word of advice?" Danny, who mostly just looks confused, nods. "Don't go saying that stuff about working for free. Depending who hears it, that's a good way to end up either severely taken advantage of, or in a coffin. Anyone you might be trying that hard to get a resource for won't be happy about you overplaying your hand."

Danny still looks confused. Al mimes swinging a hatchet. Danny's eyes go wide with clarity.

"I'm not with the triads," he says disconcertingly earnestly. "I'm the Iron Fist. I'm sworn to defend the city from people like them."

...Ok.

Well, at least this is an interesting conversation.

"If you're not with the triads, why do you want this job?"

"I guess I'm looking for something new. For fifteen years, I had one purpose. Now, it's done. Now, I need to build a new life, and..." His voice dips in a certain way with the next words, a way that makes Al's stomach sink with the familiarity of it. "...keep a promise to a friend."

Al looks at Danny, a pit in his stomach and memories in his heart. Resignation settles underneath his skin.

"You have a résumé?" he asks. At least Danny doesn't seem inclined to just throw things around, like some other shipping companies that Al could name. Royal Al Moving provides quality for its clients, thank you very much.

"I don't think so. What is that, equipment? I could buy some."

Al stares at him. He'd been expecting either an agreement to email or bring by a copy later, or a conversation along the lines of 'do I really need one?' followed by a verbal listing off of previous work or even just ability.

"Do you have any previous experience?" Al tries again. "Had any jobs before?"

"Yeah, I have," Danny says, and doesn't elaborate.

White people.

"What about ID?" Al asks, despite knowing full well he'll probably pretend not to notice if anything seems off about it.

Danny laughs a bit, seemingly unphased by his own complete lack of knowledge regarding ordinary job application/interview etiquette whatsoever. "Oh, I definitely have that. Had to fight really hard for it, too. It was almost all gone, but once everything got sorted out, we made, like, 10 new copies of everything." Danny pats around at his pockets, not appearing to notice Al's incredulous expression. "I don't have any of those with me right now, but... Ah ha!" He pulls something out triumphantly. "Business cards! I'm pretty sure my brother thought I was just going to destroy them, but my friend Jeri said it's important to always have one. It might have gone through the laundry, though, sorry."

Assuming this day can't get any weirder, like a fool, Al takes the card.

Even worn and slightly crumpled, the obnoxiously expensive quality of the original card is still clear. There's embossing and gold foil, for god's sake. The Rand Enterprises logo glints up at him almost mockingly even as the three dimensional lines of the border rise and fall under his thumb. Either seems unnecessary and frankly tone deaf for a Humanitarian Aid company, let alone both. Then again, maybe they reserve this version of the card for the executive level, those who hobnob among the elite, who need to make a certain type of impression on the too rich in order to convince them to donate well.

Because that's another thing this card reads, right there in plain English: a 9pt bold 'Daniel Rand', and under that, 'CEO'.

'What,' a little voice in Al's head wails semi-hysterically, 'the fuck?'

"Is this a joke?" Al asks out loud, vaguely surprised by how calm he sounds given the way the voice inside his head might be having a meltdown. "Am I on Candid Camera?"

But, no, wasn't he just thinking that this card is way too expensive - and thus definitely too expensive to be a prop?

"Hey, I know that one!" Danny Rand says cheerfully. "Joy and I used to watch it together!"

'Joy,' the voice in Al's head supplies. 'Joy Meachum.

'Well, at least this explains why he said he doesn't need money.

'Wait, why is he looking for a job in the first place? Is he not CEO? Did they kick him out or something? Did they disown him for wearing a hoodie with holes in it? Is that what he meant earlier when he said the thing he was doing before is over now?'

Al has never felt more rueful that he doesn't pay much attention to celebrity news.

"So," Al tries to find a way to word this that isn't 'have you been cut off or what?' "Why is Danny Rand looking for a job here?"

By "here", Al means a lot of things. This type of neighborhood, in general. Chinatown, out of all of them. At a low-wage position in a manual labor business with very little room for growth, if they're really getting into it.

"I like your name," Danny replies. It's far from the kind of answer that Al was expecting, but he finds himself unperturbed. Maybe he's hit a point where nothing is surprising anymore. "It reminds me of a friend. He was more of a Big Al than a Royal one, but I saw your logo and it seemed right."

(Al still pays Danny, because he refuses to be a shady business and because if he's finally getting around to setting up an employee system, he's needs to make it one that will work for anyone he might hire in the future, too. They won't all be Danny Rand. Danny keeps finding ways to immediately give it back, because he's literally a billionaire.)

#here it is like an entire week late #it took so long to write and i still kind of hate it but whatever #ironfistweek #iron fist #danny rand #fanfic #?#my stuff #the immortal iron fist #the internet is for fanfiction #colleen and misty's days still to come #they're just gonna be gifsets tho so~

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years

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Odin’s Ward ~ Chapter 6

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/630198057513943040/odins-ward-chapter-5

Pairing: Loki x Fem Reader

Word count: 2882

Warnings: None

Y/n: 18 // Loki: 20 // Thor: 24

Y/n’s POV

“It is quite surprising that Prince Thor has not yet gotten serious in his courting habits.” Lady Naerys pushes a lock of copper hair out of her eyes in indignation. “For what it’s worth, I am a wealthy, eligible woman of noble birth.”

Lady Kare nods in solemn agreement. “He will be King in the next hundred years or so. It is time he commits to a wife.”

“I don’t know,” I smirk, thinking back to Thor’s gallivanting. “I think Prince Thor is quite satisfied with his current way of doing things. I’m sure when the time is right, he will settle down.”

Lady Naerys rolls her eyes. “Oh, as if you would know.”

Her easy dismissal of me strikes a nerve I did not know I had. I straighten, my voice quickly becoming tight with annoyance. “I would, actually. He happens to be one of my good friends.”

Lady Naerys lifts her goblet as if to take a sip of her wine, but instead uses it as a ‘cover’ so she can attempt to discreetly gossip with Lady Kare. “It seems as if she has shared his bed also.”

I sputter. “I have not!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” A cold, mean smile crosses Lady Naerys’ pinched face, and I know her apology lacks sincerity. “You’re more likely to be spending your nights with his brother.”

“Clearly the lesser of the two,” Lady Kare chimes in with a boldness uncharacteristic of her usually demure demeanor.

I grit my teeth and clench my fists so tightly that spikes of pain shoot up my arm. “That is not true—none of that is true!” We’re standing in a central corridor in the palace, and my voice has grown quite loud, echoing easily off the stone walls. I don’t care. “We have grown up together and friends is all we are. Besides! Even if I was spending my nights with Loki, it would be none of your business!” Their eyebrows shoot up at what they likely hear as an admission. I hasten to clarify. “But I’m not. And Loki is in no way the ‘lesser of the two.’ He is thoughtful, and intelligent, and a great friend and one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, and anyone would be lucky to have him!”

Lady Naerys looks like she’s just won a prize. “Loki? You do not use his proper title? How…familiar.”

“Ugh!” I throw my hands up in frustration. “I guess you lack the intelligence necessary to—”

“Hello, Lady Naerys, Lady Kare, Lady…Y/n.” Loki has materialized behind me and I can hear the barely restrained humor in his voice.

Oh he must be loving this.

I mentally roll my eyes. The two women hastily curtsy, and I do a stilted version of the same.

Loki comes to stand by my side, his hands clasped politely behind his back. “May I borrow Lady Y/n? There is a book I would like to discuss with her.”

Lady Kare curtsies once more and immediately goes to leave, but Lady Naerys is slower to follow. I can see in her eyes that she, like me, suspects Loki’s book explanation to be a ruse. She keeps her gaze locked in our direction until she finally turns the corner.

As soon as the two are gone, Loki throws his head back in laughter. “I could hear you yelling from halfway across the castle! My, my, you do get angry. Best not let anyone else see you behave this way. They’ll resurrect Nanny Idsol and place you back under her care.”

“Ugh.” I close my eyes and look to the ceiling. “Do not bring up that horrible woman. I cannot take any more annoyance today.”

He holds up his hands in mock-surrender. “As you wish. What were you arguing about? I could hear the sounds of yelling but not discern words.”

“Oh, you know….” I try to be nonchalant. “Just little, random things.”

His eyes sparkle. “Ah, yes. You are well-known to be upset by the prickling inconveniences of life.”

I huff. “Fine, if you really want to know.” I lower my voice to a hush, and he leans in to better hear me. “Lady Naerys and Lady Kare are quite vexed that Thor has not chosen a wife—specifically one of them—and when I defended him, they turned on me.”

He knows that’s not all of it. “And then…?”

I huff again for good measure and cross my arms. “And then they first insinuated that I am sleeping with Thor, and when that didn’t work, determined that I am sleeping with you.”

Emotion flickers quickly across his face, disappearing behind a cool mask before I can decipher any specific reaction. I consider telling him the true reason for my anger, that they were talking badly about him, but decide against it. It seems too vulnerable to admit that, and I don’t want to make him aware of people’s dwindling opinions of him. Best to just keep that to myself and let him think I was defending my own honor.

Loki expresses his regret. “My pulling you away probably didn’t help. I shall speak to them at once and get this cleared up.”

“Oh, no.” I throw out an arm before he can get away. “Let me stop you right there. You going to defend me would probably just solidify the idea in their heads that we’re together. Don’t worry about it, anyway.” I shrug. “I’m mostly over it now that they’re gone.”

He chuckles. “Though she be quick to anger, she forgetteth fast.”

I roll my eyes and give him a little shove. “So what did you want me for, anyways?”

His eyes light up, and I can’t help but feel warm at the happiness on his face. “I found a lovely spot in the forest while on my last hunting expedition, and I can’t help but get the feeling that you would adore it. Will you accompany me?”

He thought of me while he was away? My heart gives a little flutter.

I freeze.

Why did it do that?

Loki stiffens, noticing my less-than-enthusiastic reaction. “Of course, given the suspicions of the ladies at Court and what that could do to your reputation, I couldn’t possibly expect—”

“Woah!” Getting over my little episode, I stop him before he can take back his offer. “Forget what everyone else thinks. I would love to go with you. When do we leave?”

He smirks and reaches for me.

“Oh, Loki—wait!” But I’m too late, for his arms have encircled my waist and we are catapulted into a sea of darkness.

I’ve teleported with Loki a few times before, yet it surprises me every time. The complete lack of sound and light, the nothingness. I wrap my arms around Loki’s back to anchor myself and bury my face in his chest in hopes of avoiding the nausea I know is coming. Within the next second, I hear the unsettling woosh of air as we re-enter a place with sound and my closed eyes are assaulted with light. The first true sound I register is Loki’s laugh bubbling from deep in his chest.

“You asshole!” I pull a hand from around his back and smack him in the chest. “Every time!” I go to hit him again, but he catches my wrist.

“Attacking a prince of Asgard and using rude words? You’ll be jailed for this, surely.” The mischief in his eyes betrays the words I already know to be untrue.

I shrug and step away from him. “Your call. Just know that you’ll have to come by every day and entertain me, otherwise, I’ll get destructive.”

He chuckles. “I have no doubt about that.”

“Good then, so we’re agreed. I get to torment you relentlessly with no consequences.”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, and I give a toothy grin. “So, where’s this place you wanted to show me?”

“If you would turn around, Lady Y/n.”

Fighting the urge to roll my eyes for the umpteenth time since seeing him five minutes ago, I do as he says.

What I see is so beautiful and personal that it can only be the product of magic.

It’s a lovely meadow. Tall trees stretch to the sky, their leafy branches creating a canopy so the ground is shrouded in dusk. To the right edge of the meadow rests a clear blue pond that is the epitome of relaxation. Even the smell is wonderful—light, airy, and fresh. Yet none of these is the meadow’s most impressive feature, for it is filled with flowers in every pleasing shade of purple and green. It does not escape me that purple is my chosen color and green, his.

I exhale, unable to do anything more than stare.

“Well?”

I turn to see Loki looking oddly shy: hands clasped behind his back and an expectant smile on his face.

“Oh, Loki, this is wonderful!”

He lets out a breath he had apparently been holding and beams. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like is an understatement. This place is…perfect.” I turn to stare in awe once again at the meadow.

“I—” he clears his throat. “I know you like flowers, so…” He trails off and comes to stand beside me, joining in my admiration of the meadow.

I don’t believe for a second that this place exists naturally, nor that Loki just ‘happened upon it’, but I assume he has his reasons for not wanting to tell me he crafted this place himself, so I let it go for now.

“Can we stay? Or do you have business to attend to?”

He inclines his head towards me in a little bow. “My day is yours.”

My heart does that funny thing again, except this time…I’m not as tempted to ignore it.

“Shall we?” He extends an arm to the entrance of the garden, allowing me to walk in first. I do so slowly so I can take it all in.

My first priority is to examine each individual flower in extensive detail. Loki does not protest and accompanies me to each and every one, promising that before we return to the castle, I shall have a bouquet. After what has surely been nearly an hour, I take a break from admiring the flowers and recline near the pond. With a flourish of his hand, Loki procures a blanket and we sit upon it.

Something unsettling occurs to me, and I look nervously over my shoulder. “Loki, shouldn’t we have guards? What if we were to be attacked?”

He smirks. “Not to worry. I am much better equipped to protect us. The guards would only get in my way. Besides,” his smirk deepens. “I feel quite safe in your presence, what with you being equipped with a dagger and all.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “How did you—”

He shrugs. “A clever guess. Why do you feel the need to keep it on you while inside the castle? You know the guards have been ordered to defend you with their lives.”

A feeling of unease settles upon me. I don’t want anyone to die for me. “It’s just a precaution. And even if I don’t ever use it in battle, perhaps one day I’ll finally snap and cut off Lady Naerys’ pretty blonde hair.”

At this, he throws his head back in laughter, and I can’t help but join in.

I like this, I realize. I like when Loki and I are together, alone, just talking and laughing. I like being in his company. And it seems as though he enjoys being in mine, as well.

“Alright, stand up,” he orders, pushing himself off the ground.

“Why?”

He offers a hand that I take, allowing myself to be pulled up. “If you insist on keeping your dagger on you at all times, you may as well be properly educated in how to use it.”

I beam. “You’re going to teach me again!”

He nods, procuring a dagger of his own from who knows where. “Alright, first you want to get into a stance that will allow you to have the most control.”

The next two hours are spent concentrating on my form and different ways to block and land jabs. I’m not especially good, but Loki says it should be enough to defend myself until someone more skilled than I can come along.

We sit back on the blankets, both a little tired. “Will you teach me again sometime?”

He nods. “Of course, the next time we can both sneak away.”

I take one of his hands in mine. “Thank you, Loki. For everything.”

A smile breaks across his face. It’s one of my favorites of his smiles. No tricks, no hidden emotions, just plain joy. “You’re welcome, Y/n.”

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before realizing that it’s time to eat. Loki immediately makes a basket of food appear.

I grin teasingly. “Awe, you packed us a picnic!”

He rolls his eyes. “No, one of the kitchen maids did. I simply brought it with me.”

We distribute the food on the blanket and get to eating, having worked up quite an appetite during our lesson. A feeling nags at me, tugging on my stomach. I try to ignore it, but soon realize that I can do no such thing.

“Loki?” I trail off, losing my confidence.

He eyes me with concern, noticing the somber tone of my voice. “Yes?”

I take a breath, then let it out before forcing myself to ask the question weighing on my heart. “When my father calls me home and I’m married off, will we still be friends?”

Now his mood matches mine. He’s silent for a moment, pursing his lips and looking past my shoulder. Finally he speaks. “It is my truest wish.”

I lower my head to stare at the ground. “That’s not the same as yes.”

He sighs. “Once you’re a married woman, it won’t be proper…” he chuckles, surprising me. “But then again, when has that ever stopped us? Look at us now, sneaking away without chaperones to learn tricks with a dagger. Perhaps we can make it work. I will certainly try my best.”

I nod solemnly. “And I will do the same. I suppose that’s all we can hope for.”

He attempts to lighten the mood. “However, you have not yet been called back, so I say we do not let sadness saturate our evening. In fact, I suggest you look up.”

“Look up?” Confused, I tilt my head towards the sky and gasp as he takes me by surprise once again.

The leafy canopy above is slowly retreating to hug the tree branches, allowing us to see beyond them to the night sky speckled with stars. I can only turn and smile at Loki, who has a mixture of joy and fondness on his face. We lay back on the blanket and stare into the night sky. We don’t say anything. We just lie side by side, arms touching, and take in the majesty that is the night.

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“Y/n….” I feel a hand on my arm, gently shaking me awake. “Y/n.”

I squeeze my eyes tightly before opening them, revealing the amused face of Loki hovering above me.

“Hello.”

I chuckle, pushing him out of the way so I can sit up. “Hi.”

“I contemplated leaving you here since you so rudely fell asleep, but I decided to be gentlemen and merely mess with your hair.”

A jolt of panic burns through my stomach and I bring my hands to my hair, dreading to reveal what he could have done to it. Within seconds, I realize that he’s only joking. My hair is fine.

“You are the worst.”

He throws his head back and laughs with abandon. “Your face was quite entertaining.”

“Mm, I’m sure.” I can’t, however, help from laughing a little myself. “Did I sleep long?”

He shakes his head. “Not really. We should be getting back, though. Dinner is soon and I can’t imagine how it would look if both of us were absent from the high table.”

That sets me into motion, and within a minute I am ready to leave. Loki gives me a little more warning this time, so I’m more prepared for the teleportation back to the palace. We reappear outside my bedroom door and quickly step away from each other, not wanting to look suspicious if anyone were to walk by.

“Lady Y/n, I thank you for a wonderful evening. I shall see you at dinner?”

I curtsy. “Yes, Your Highness, you shall.”

He bows, kisses my hand, smirks at the silly rules of Court we must follow, and walks away.

I glance down the hall to make sure nobody saw any of that, and am satisfied at the lack of people around. I open my door and quietly enter my room. The first thing I see upon entering is a beautiful bouquet sitting on my table, made up of flowers from the meadow. Just as Loki promised. Once again, my heart flutters.

Oh, Y/n. You’re in for it now.

A/n Hello again! Let me know what you thought and if you would like to be added to the tag list :)

Link to next part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/632631074124660736/odins-ward-chapter-7

Tag list: @80strashbag @dark-night-sky-99

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melbee · 4 years

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Biker Babe’

David Lee Roth x Reader

Summary: You thought keeping a relationship between an ordinary Catholic school girl and a notorious, eccentric rockstar should be kept under wraps. So when you agree for him to pick you up after school... well ordinary was never in David’s vocabulary.

Note: My first ever one-shot, let alone fan fiction. However, I couldn’t resist after this idea had been on my mind. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: none ;) except for some ass-grab lol

Words: 1,894

~Late May, 1983~

“y/n?” I heard my best friend whisper over to me, tugging on the lapels of my jacket harshly, as I looked up from my textbook.

“Yeah? What is it?” I said, a bit of annoyance seeping through my tone as I flicked my gaze between my friend and the text I currently read in the library, my mind riddled with anxiety due to the exam that now loomed over me.

If I can get at least a B in life science, I’ll be able to have a stress-free summer. Warm, tropical breezes... a delicious rockstar-

“Er.. well.. the librarian is trying to get you to go over there.. she seems to be talking to someone on the phone..” she said to me a hint of peculiar curiosity in her orbs, as her eyes were now dead set on the old woman, that looked menacingly at us.

“Okay...” I replied hesitantly, not quite sure as to why it seemed too important until a devious smile loomed over my friends face as she swiveled her head.

“Do you think it’s...” she said as she stopped before completing her sentence.

I laughed and shook my head. “I don’t think so Ann, he’s hardly back from tour.. plus he’s got more important things..”

“Oh shut up you dimwit, now go answer.” She said as she pulled me up rather forcefully to my unfortunate demise.

I sighed as I gave her a pointed look before walking my way over to the main desk, the click of my leather shoes in time to the beat of my heart. why was I so nervous? It couldn’t be him..

“Hello, Sister.”

I finally made my way over to the desk as I perched my hands flat on the table looking up at the librarian who stared at me pointedly. “Glad you could finally make it Ms. y/l/n, I have a man on the line who would like to speak to you..”

My eyes widened as my curiosity set in, who could possibly be calling, let alone the library line, how would they have known I was in here? I went to reach for the phone, but the lady hesitated. Uh oh... here comes the lecture..

“I would advise next time, Ms. y/l/n, to not have visitors call until the specific time-set hours occur, and being at the designated call stations, not the library desk. However, he seemed urgent, be thankful.” She said as she raised her head high her veil swooshing menacingly behind her.

“I am Sister, God bless.” I bowed my head, trying not to snicker, and looked up, her gaze tinged only minor approval before motioning for me to come to the side.

I smiled as I grabbed the phone connected to the dialer and brought it near to me, putting the phone up to my face.

“Hello?” I said hesitantly

“Do you always say ‘Sister’ to your teachers, or is there something I should know about your extended family?” A familiar deep voice sounded out of the phone, as a giddy smile loomed over my face.

“More of a religious thing.. David.. I... why are you calling?” I asked as a confused looked came over my face.

“Why do you sound surprised, doll? You are my significant other..” He said as he chuckled a bit over the phone.

“I mean.. yeah I just thought you would’ve been a bit busy all with getting back to town from tour...” I said as I twirled the cord around my fingers as I glanced toward librarian who gave me a glare, as if to say to speed things up.

“Nonsense, I always have time for my best girl.” He said as I picture that cheesy, adorable smile fall on his face, my heart thumping at just the mere image of seeing him. Oh god I missed him..

“Well, what do you have in mind, hot shot?” I asked grinning.

“Hm.. what are you wearing?” He asked slowly, drawing it out as if he were trying to entice me.

I rolled my eyes as I bit my lip, “Behave.. I’m wearing my skirt.. why?”

“Oh perfect! We’ll blend well today then.” He said over the phone, as I paused my reply as I realized his actual words.

“What do you mean? Today?” I asked, as I was thinking of any plans I had, and the absurdity that would be David, picking me up.

“Yes the day is today, and I figured being the great boyfriend that I am, I’ll carpool you.” He said, as I heard shuffling over the phone, and the vaguely familiar sound of his garage door opening.

“David.. I don’t know.. what if people recognize you?” I asked hesitantly over the phone. I was worried this secret of ours would be foiled.

“I thought Catholics had too many sticks up there asses to care about rockstars?” He said as he laughed at his own joke. Typical.

I rolled my eyes, “You underestimate the power of 20 year olds..”

“I sure did, for one in particular...” he said as he seemed to draw into thought. My heart swooned at his little statement, and knew he had won me over with his little plan.

“Fine.. be chill..” I asked. My nerves seeping in at what might happen.

“Baby I’ll be borderline frozen” He said so firmly.

He was NOT borderline frozen.

As I stood near the gate of where cars came through to pick up friends and family for weekend vacation, I heard a rumble vibrate the ground.

It became ever louder and apparent, as the rumbling got closer till you could make the figure of a dark, black motorcycle with custom shining leather, and gold encrusted finishings between seat and the grooves of the wheels.

While the bike was classy-rocker and bright, the man who laid so smooth on it, had even more going for him. He sat so confidently in his all leather ensemble his bell bottomed leather pants flowing, along with that mane of hair. A clean-fitted leather jacket showing off the dips of muscle, and chest hair he displayed so confidently. Shades sat atop his face so effortlessly, making the cut of his jaw so powerful, a cigarette hanging loosley on his full lips.

I watched as nearby girls in their cliques and parades stop, their jaws dropped, and gazes etched with awe, confusion, and most definitely desire.

I looked to my right to see my friends’ jaw dropped as well as she looked to him then to me, as he got closer. “Oh. my. God.”

I wish I could kill that man...

“Ann... You’ve met David before..” I said as I gave her a pointed look, not before turning my head to watch as he made his way closer to where we were.

“Uhm.. only briefly until he wooshed you away for some romantic, rocker, sexy time..” She said as her eyes followed the movement of the motorcycle.

I couldn’t help but snort at her, “Really...’rocker-sexy time’?” I said as I looked at her incredulously.

She flicked my arm as she rolled her eyes, “I saw it in a movie.. look are you going to get your ass over there, or are you going to let those girls drool all over your man?”

She was indeed correct, as he made a stop to the main front, before turning off his bicycle, and hopping off, the sway of his hips so unfairly evident, as he leaned on the front of his bike, taking a drag of his cigarette.

I saw a couple girls try and make their descent towards David, but not before my friend pushed me down the steps, in a fast attempt to get me there first, not before making me stumble slightly right directly in his line of sight.

I glared at my friend as she shrugged and gave me a hug, and an air kiss to David before skipping excitedly to the side, where she waited for her ride.

I tucked my y/h/c hair to my ear, as David and I finally made contact for the first time in a while. I sucked in a breath as I finally really reeled in the glory that hailed from such an aura as him, his leather combo really did suit his assets well.

and I mean all of his assets.

His eyes glowed as he crushed his cig out and onto the floor much to my dismay, he smiled brightly as he drew a finger beckoning me forward to him as a mischevious look filled his eyes..

I made my way to his arms length, no sooner grabbing him into a bone crushing hug, kissing the sides of his face, his jaw, his nose, then his lips.

He grinned as he grazed his hand under my skirt, grabbing my ass to pull me in closer, biting my lip, until we found ourselves in a steamy french kiss.

No doubt we had everybodys attention now.

He groaned as we groped each other in effort to make up for some sort passion we had missed when we were not together. “God.. I missed my little school girl..”

I laughed as I pulled away, trying not to get too ahead of ourselves. “I missed my golden-haired rockstar..” He laughed at my comment, and gave me one last kiss, the tips of his fingers grazing my lip gently.

“Well, come on we’ve got to get this school girl back home...for some much needed home-work.” He said as he slapped my ass playfully, my face-cheeks burning as he grabbed my hand toward the other side of the bike and watched as he stepped on first.

Thankfully, this wasn’t my first bike ride with David, and I shimmied my way on the back, straightening the ends of my skirt to the best of my ability.

I may not be afraid to make-out with my boyfriend in public, but I still need to maintain some decency.

I grabbed onto the sides of his waist, feeling the firmness of the muscle, and felt it stretch as he reached down to adjust the seat before popping his shades onto his nose.

“Oh I almost forgot!” He said as he made a point to put his finger in the air, he grabbed a pair of shades from his pocket and handed it to me. “To my newly recruited biker babe’, may this signify a start of our journey as a bike couple.”

I laughed loudly, as I grabbed the shades and put them on, “Which I’m sure is very different from a normal couple..?”

“But of course..” He said as he grabbed my leg and patted it. “Now let’s get a move on, gorgeous.”

He started the bike, a soaring rumble gravitated across the plaza, signifying again of where we were, and who we were. “I’ve got a new title for a song.”

“Oh yeah and what’s that?” I whispered in his ear, as the rumble started to make our voices incomprehensible.

“Hot For Student!” He yelled loudly, so loud in fact I’m sure the whole school had heard him as he started off out of the line and toward the exit.

We turned the corner, and pushed on the gas as we drove toward the West Coast sunset, a smile not once leaving my face.

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anotheronechicagobog · 4 years

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Star Trek Kelly Severide x reader

written by @anotheronechicagobog

Requested by @raveenasblog

Warnings: swearing, mature themes, mature language, reader is sister of Sheldon Jin from S1 of CPD, Star Trek references (another series I unfortunately don’t own)

A/N: Sorry that this took me so long, I hope you like it!

You worked at Chicago Central University as a biomedical engineering researcher. It was a hard job with long hours but you loved it, you couldn’t picture yourself doing something else. You were working on artificial organs, eyes specifically. After ten straight hours of work, you headed down to the microbiology department to get your friend and roommate Veronica (who said she’d come in later when you left at your usual 3:30 am because she wasn’t feeling well), drag her away from her desk, and go get lunch. You arrived on the floor, using your high clearance ID badge to enter the hallway. Everything looked normal, all except for Dr. Seldon. He looked even more jumpy and paranoid than usual. “Dr. Seldon?” He almost gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned around. “Y/N- Dr. Jin- Hi, uh, what are you doing here?”

“I’m... Looking for Veronica Song... Are you alright?”

“Uh, yes, yes, I’m fine. Veronica’s not here today, and- I just think that you should get back to your own floor.” He was jittery, eyes jumping from place to place, unable to remain still, looking at his watch every few seconds. “I have to go.” And before you could get another word out, he was gone. You nodded to yourself, shrugging off his behaviour, having heard stories about how paranoid the man could be. You were making your way back to the elevator, finding it odd that Seldon had left using the stairs considering everyone knew that the stairs from the basement labs to the first floor were an architectural nightmare. Again, you shrugged it off, he was probably abiding by some new internet conspiracy theory. The elevator was almost to the eighth floor when there was a loud, suction like pop. The elevator abruptly stopped, causing you to crash on the floor, the red emergency lights turned on. Getting onto your sore knees and wiping the blood from the side of your head, you dazily wobbled over to the emergency call button. “911, what is your emergency?”

“I’m at CCU in the biology building, stuck in an elevator, in between the basement labs and first floor... I hit my head... An- and it’s getting really hot in here. I- I can hear crackling, I think- fire? I think there’s a fire-”

“Yes, it’s just been reported by multiple people that there is a fire in the Zurich building on the CCU campus, hazmat situation. Just remain calm- Ms...?”

“Dr. Y/N Jin.”

“Alright just hold tight and stay on the line, every firefighter company within a 20-kilometre radius has been sent to this call.”

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You felt like you were in an oven. Your lab coat and sweater had been shed, one dumped on the floor, the other used to stop the bleeding on your throbbing head. You had left yourself in only your lanyard, a thin flowery skirt, and a tank top that were both soaking up your sweat, but the elevator was getting so hot and so constricted that you were considering just shedding everything in an effort to cool down, if just for a moment. It was getting so difficult to breathe, smoke had taken up residence in the top of the elevator, and your dry throat was making it immensely more painful when you coughed, which was frequent.

“Fire department! You okay in there?”

You couldn’t speak, you were too tired, too weak to do so. So you mustered up enough energy to bang on the door. Only once, though, because the metal had heated up the metal door and burned your hand. There was the scraping of tools against the doors before a creaking sound took their place. Then as the gap went from nonexistent to halfway open you were met with the forms of two firefighters, faces and bodies obstructed by their equipment. You didn’t have to speak, before you could blink you had been pulled out of the elevator and into a firefighter’s arms... And a hallway filled with green fire. “Hi.”

“Try not to talk, okay?”

“Capp, have you found a way to break the glass to the lab?”

“No lieutenant! The glass is too thick!”

“The gas canisters,” you pointed to the massive metal cylinders that were stored across from the centrifuge lab, or glass lab as your heroes kept referring to it as, “coul- *cough* use as a batter- *cough cough cough* battering ram-” You were cut off by your own lungs and an incredibly painful coughing spree. “That could work. Hey, stand over here, Cruz, Capp, help me grab one of these.”

“You got it Severide!” The other two firefighters set down their tools and helped their lieutenant hold a gas canister horizontally before swinging in back and forward again, into the glass. It took what felt like too long for the glass to crack, and longer for it to shatter, providing an exit for your trapped colleagues. The ceiling above the firefighter who’d held you was guiding the trapped victims out of the room when you noticed that the ceiling above him was doing two things ceilings weren’t supposed to do; making unpleasant noises, and moving. You didn’t think, just acted. You moved away from the wall that lieutenant Severide had directed you to stand by and shoved him and the last victim out of the way. The burning chunk came down just behind you and singed your hair and the back of your skirt. Severide jumped into action, using a chemical fire extinguisher to put the fire out. “Okay; everyone out now.” Severide picked up your exhausted form and hauled ass out of the building with everyone else following his lead.

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You couldn’t really remember much after being sprayed with a fire extinguisher, there were groggy flashes of being dragged through the decontamination tent by paramedics and people in blue suits, the ambulance ride with what you were 90% sure was an actual angel treating you, and doctors in PPE fluttering around you, poking and prodding and scanning you.

You came to in a hospital room that reeked of sanitization products, it seared your nostrils and quickly you felt another coughing fit coming on. There was a plastic lining around your mouth and nose, it was annoying, you tried to remove it but you couldn’t even lift your arm. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t move, okay? You’re at the hospital and you’re not stable, you need to remain calm and still”

‘Not stable’? C’mon, lady, give me some details, please!

“You were in a building with a chemical fire, and your roommate was just connected to multiple cases of necrotizing fasciitis, we’re testing your cultures now, but we won’t know for a while, okay? A doctor will be here to talk to you in a minute, okay?”

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You’d been in the hospital for two weeks and were currently arguing with your insurance company, who were trying to get out of paying your hospital bill. You hung up, frustrated.

“Hey, is this a good time?”

“As long as you brought food.”

“Ha, always. You okay?”

“Yeah, my insurance company are just being- ughhhhh.”

“Ah, got it.” Kelly set out the food on the table tray in front of you, smirking at your excitement of non-hospital food. “You know, you don’t have to keep coming to see me.”

“Maybe I don’t have to, but I want to.”

“But I haven’t exactly been entertaining, this is the first time I’ve had enough energy to sit up. Remember? April had to spoon-feed me the food you brought me. I’ve been sleeping constantly and have literally fallen asleep while talking to you before. I’ve been awake for two hours and it is the longest I have been awake since the fire.”

“Hey, it’s not every day I get saved by a civilian, what can I say? You’ve piqued my interest.”

“Alright, well, if you’re gonna stay, you’re watching Star Trek with me.”

“Ugh, well when you put it that way-”

“Hey! Sit back down, I thought that I’d ‘piqued your interest’.”

“Yeah, but not enough to watch Star Trek. That’s a bit... Nerdy for me.”

“Oh come on! Pass me my laptop and sit down, we are going to watch Star Trek starting with The Original Series.”

“... How many Star Treks are there?”

“Not enough.”

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You were finishing up the first season with Kelly lying beside you in the hospital bed completely enthralled in the show when Doris walked in. “A sergeant Hank Voight is here to see you Y/N, I just figured I’d give you guys a heads up.” You nodded and closed your laptop, but Kelly didn’t have time to put his shoes back on or get out of your bed before Hank entered the room. He raised his eyebrow and stared down Kelly who, for his part, didn’t react like most did. He sat up at a normal speed and gave the older man a nod. “Hank, it’s good to see you.”

“You too, kid. How’re you holding up?”

“Good, good, especially with Kelly bringing me milkshakes.”

“Huh. Have the docs cleared you for all that junk?”

“Yes.” Kelly snorted at your response and rolled his eyes. “Just barely. And I think half the reason they approved it was cause you were a total pain in the ass about the glorious wonder that is hospital food. Uh, how do you and Voight know each other?”

“Oh, my older brother Sheldon used to work with him, I told you about him”

“Right, right, crazy smart, computer cop, and too loyal to your dad.”

“Yeah. After Sheldon died, Hank came to me and my mom, gave us cash to pay off my dad’s debts, told him to either be grateful and cut the crap or fucking run, and he checks up on me every so often. Like, uh, when I turned eighteen I applied to the academy and not only did Hank find out, but he came to my apartment and practically begged me not to go.”

“Hold up, I’m sorry, Sargent Hank ‘I can kill you thirteen different ways with a pencil eraser’ Voight begged?”

“As close to begging as I’ll ever get. Now, how do you two know each other?”

“He got me out of the elevator in the lab fire, then I saved his life a few minutes later.”

“Ha, sounds about right.”

“Hey!”

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Matt Casey knocked on the door of the squad lieutenant, suspicious when his best friend jumped out of his skin, ripped his earbuds out of his ears, slammed his laptop shut, tossed it far away from him on the bed, and tried (while failing spectacularly) to look calm. “What’s up Casey?”

“... What the fuck was that?” Casey was laughing, excited that Severide was finally embarrassed about something. He jumped on the bed between Kelly and his laptop. “What are you embarrassed about?” Severide jumped into action, trying to maneuver around Casey to grab his laptop but it was too late. “Let me see! Let me see! Let me- OH MY GOD!” Casey had opened up the laptop before he could be stopped and he found a Next Generation episode halfway finished! “You’re watching Star Trek?! Oh my god Sylvie get-”

Kelly slammed the device shut again and covered Matt’s mouth with his hand. “Seriously man, shut up.” Severide got up and closed his door and lowered all the blinds. He turned to face his friend slowly and sighed. “Remember that girl from the BRT fire?”

“The one who saved you? Yeah, I remember her. I take it from your tone that you’ve been keeping up with her.”

“Yeah, I have. I’d been going to visit her every chance I got, and she was asleep most of the time I was there, cause you know, lung damage from the chemical fire, damage from the infection, had to have major surgery while her body was going through immense physical trauma, but when she was awake for longer than twenty minutes she’d insist on watching Star Trek, there’s multiple shows and movies, she loves them all, and she kind of got me hooked.”

“You are whipped. I am actually appreciating and savouring this moment so much right now.”

“Matt.”

“Okay, okay. Can I at least tell Sylvie?”

“No, you cannot tell your crush about this.”

“Hey! She’s- I do- Shut up, Kelly.”

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While Matt did keep Kelly’s secret, you didn’t. You showed up in your favourite Voyager t-shirt from Etsy with a homemade chocolate cake in your hands. “Excuse me, I’m looking for Kelly Severide?”

“Sure, and you are?”

“Dr. Y/N Jin, I pushed him-”

“Out of the way at the lab fire, yeah I remember you. I’m Joe Cruz, I was there too, though you probably didn’t notice with him carrying you around.”

“Actually with all the gear you guys had on, I wouldn’t have been able to pick you out of a line-up. He just came to visit me a lot when I was in the hospital.”

“Oh, he did? Is that what the cakes for? A thank you?”

“No, it’s his birthday today, and because he’s on shift I didn’t know if he’d get a cake or anything. So I made his favourite and ordered a bunch of pizzas to be delivered here.”

“... You know his favourite cake flavour?”

“Yeah, it came up last week when we were watching this episode of Star Trek The Next Generation where this character keeps having-”

“Hold up, Lieutenant Kelly Severide watched Star Trek willingly?”

“Well, he didn’t at first, but now I think he’s a bigger fan than me... What?”

“Oh mi dulce Dios this is the best day of my LIFE! The common room is this way, follow meeeee!”

“... Why do I feel like I said something I wasn’t supposed to?”

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“Attention firehouse 51; I have just been informed by a reliable source that our very own squad lieutenant Kelly Severide is a trekkie! And for those of you who don’t know what that means, KELLY SEVERIDE LIKES STAR TREK!” Suddenly the common room erupted, everyone laughing and howling, except for you, Kelly, and Matt. You’d spent much of your life having your interests mocked, all for various reasons. Too girly, too boyish, too nerdy, and you were having none of it. It took you ages to feel confident about your interests, so you knew exactly how devastated and embarrassed he felt. His neck and face were turning pink, he was lowering his head, his eyes were closed forcefully, and you could see him try to steady his breath. “Shut up.” The laughter lessened a bit and some people turned to you in confusion. “Are you guys deaf? I said shut up!” The room suddenly turned silent and cold, the members of 51 you hadn’t met yet looking at you in alarm. “Do you have any idea how rude and disrespectful all of you are being right now? You don’t get made fun of for obsessing over sports, why act this why for people who like sci-fi stuff? Kelly’s told me that you guys rib each other but this is a bit much. Did any of you stop to think that maybe you shouldn’t be behaving like elementary school bullies on his birthday?” At their awkward silence you scoffed. “You know what? I put effort into today, I made a cake from scratch, I ordered a ton of pizzas that I made sure had all of your favourite toppings because I know how close you are to him and I wanted all of you to like me. But you know what? Screw all of you. None of you get a single piece of cake or pizza unless you individually apologize to Kelly.” You huffed angrily, stomped over to the small circular table he was sitting at with a smirking Casey. “Happy birthday, Kelly... Sorry I made a scene.”

“Thanks, Y/N. This is turning out to be a great, dare I say badass birthday.” Your smile imitated his, large and beaming. “So,” Matt Casey drawled with an amused but impressed look on his face, “I get to have cake right?”

“Of course, how could I deny chocolatey goodness to my favourite firefighter?”

“Hey! I thought I was your favourite firefighter!” Kelly mockingly pouted, enticing laughter out of you. Your phone pinged and you smiled wider. “Pizza’s here.” You point at Matt and speak to Kelly, “watch him.”

“Of course, I’d never let anyone else get the first slice of my cake.”

“... Matt watch Kelly.” You turned on your heel and left to get the pizzas, brushing passed moping firefighters, ignoring the offended noises Kelly was spewing out.

You came back with six extra large pizzas to a line of bashful looking firefighters apologizing to Kelly. “You guys really will do anything for food, huh?”

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You’d only managed to get one slice of pizza and a tiny piece of cake once the ravenous wolves had apologized. You and Kelly had laughed it off though, finding their overexaggerated moans and gestures of how good the food was amusing. “Alright, one last thing.”

“What? No, come on Y/N you already made me a cake and got pizza for the house, you’ve done more than enough.”

“So you don’t want the envelope?”

“Well, if it’s just an envelope, that means it’s just a card, so sure.” You handed him the envelope you’d covered in ridiculous doodles of ladybugs, proud of your work, and knowing that Kelly was getting an awesome birthday. He opened the card after shaking is head at the ladybugs on the envelope and his mouth dropped when he saw the two tickets fall out. “Y/N! I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything!”

“How much money did you spend on food for me when you were visiting me in the hospital?”

“Okay, fair enough, but you really didn’t have to do all this.”

“Kelly, it really wasn’t that much. A cake, pizza, and baseball tickets that Matt pitched in for, really isn’t something to freak out over, okay?”

“Alright, well, thank you, Y/N. I appreciate everything that you’ve done so much and I’m grateful that I have you in my life.” Your heart fluttered and warmed, cherishing the moment you were sharing with the man who was quickly becoming irreplaceable to you. “Hello? I helped too!” Sylvie elbowed him in the ribs, “you ruined the moment, Matt.” She turned to you, still holding hands with Kelly on top of the table. “We’ll leave you two be, have fun.” She gave an uncharacteristic wink and started shooing people away. “Normally I’d be embarrassed, but this means that I do get more time with my favourite person AKA you, and since it’s my birthday, I would like to watch some Star Trek. C’mon, my quarters are this way.”

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Hours later, after shift was over and all normal people were asleep Kelly Severide finally arrived home... To what looked like the entire twenty-first police district along with the intelligence unit and Sergeant Trudy ‘I’m an army all on my own’ Platt crammed in his living room under dim, ominous lighting. “So, I take it you’re all here to threaten me because I’m dating Y/N? Yep, alright, let’s do this then.”

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Order of Dust, with Nicholas J Evans

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[00:00:00] So I have a very important question for you, my dear friends, and this is how we're starting off this episode. Are you passionate enough about the things you like to do? And because this is this podcast, are you passionate enough about writing to be able to release something bad at first, knowing that you will get better later that going through those trials and going through the process of releasing something is part of the experience of getting better. Then you need to take a second and listen to today's guest, Nicholas J. Evans, who went from writing a collection of short stories in high school that he was convinced nobody would want to read to landing a three book deal today on Writing in the Tiny House.

[00:00:58] Hello. Hello. Hello, and welcome to the show. Welcome to Writing in the Tiny House. I am your host Devin Davis, and I am the guy living in a tiny house who is here to show you that you can write that work of fiction regardless of how busy you think you are. And the perfect example of that is today's guest Nicholas J. Evans. He is 30 years old. He works full time. And in his spare time, when he's not playing with his kids, he writes. And he has a beautiful message to share. And we will get to that message here in half a second.

[00:01:58] As far as announcements go with this podcast, I have teamed up with Editor Krissy Barton, from Little Syllables Editing. She was on the show back in March, and we had a wonderful show. I fully recommend that you go back and listen to the final show that happened in March. She was here with me in the tiny house, talking about the process of editing. Anyway, I have teamed up with her to roll out kind of a new program. And I say that as a way to kind of tease.

[00:02:35] I apologize right now, but I want to let you know that fun things are rolling out, provided things work out according to a specific schedule. Sometimes I get some hairball ideas and sometimes the execution is kind of hard to do, kind of impossible to do at other times. And so we are discovering different ways that I can share my writing with you, my listeners, and also with people who don't listen to this show.

[00:03:10] So basically I have started writing some smaller things. I have blabbed on and on and on about my book about my works in progress, and I still have those. And those have certainly not been like thrown in the garbage or something stupid like that. They have been put on the back burner for a second, just because I am eager to share my writing. On this podcast I blab all day long about the tips and tricks to do it. And so I actually want to show examples. Release something for people to read sooner than a book, sooner than a full blown novel, which can take up to two years or longer to write or produce or whatever, especially if you're not already published through a major publisher.

[00:04:03] And so I have started doing some shorter things. They all tie into the books that I'm writing. They are short stories set in the same world as the books that I am working on too. And these, I am going to put on a schedule. I will tell you more about what that whole schedule will look like in a later episode of Writing in the Tiny House, but be excited.

[00:04:30] This whole process is so fun. Writing something according to a schedule is hard and awesome. And it really gets me excited about writing and it gets me more eager to share it with you, my listeners, what I can do, what I have done, some of the ideas that are in my mind. And so it's not just about advice or guidelines anymore.

[00:04:59] Now we are going to actually have the real written word to share with you on a regular basis. So I will touch base on a later episode to give better explanation and better description as to what all of this is actually going to be. But I wanted to share with you today that things are in the works. And so that's super exciting.

[00:05:26] So without further ado, let's go ahead and meet our guest. Nicholas J. Evans.

[00:05:35] I'm originally from New York and I've moved a lot over the course of becoming an author, and I'm writing novels and writing short fiction, so I lived in Delaware for a brief period of time. And I currently live in Maine with my wife and our three very young children. We have three daughters, all under the age of five and I work full time.

[00:05:56] I travel for work which means I, am not home as much as I would like to, be, but I try and use that time to my advantage. And that's where I work on a majority of my stories. So I work on them when I'm in hotels. I work on them when the kids are asleep at nap times, pretty much whenever I get the opportunity. Even going as far back as to when I started writing short stories, I would work on them on my phone, just so I would have the time during brief periods of the day.

[00:06:22] As you can see, Nick is a busy man and the idea of fitting in writing where you can fit it in is not new to most writers. Most writers do not support themselves with their craft. And so to be working a job and to be cranking out novels in his spare time is something that a lot of us are doing, which is so cool and so admirable.

[00:06:44] And so I wanted to find out a little bit more about his published works and what he's working on now.

[00:06:52] I began writing Order of Dust, which was my debut novel all the way back in 2017. I actually was working on a different novel at the time and I had hit writer's block. It was a completely different genre too. And I was like, I need something to work on. What am I going to be working on, while I'm just sitting here staring at a screen not knowing what to put down?

[00:07:11] So I began writing something that I originally thought I was going to release as a graphic novel. Actually, I began writing it in a script format with the hopes of sending it out that way. and I found that might've not been the right medium. So I turned around and started drafting it into a novel. And then around 2018, I was finished up with the second draft of it. And then I had started sending it out to publishers directly because it was my first work. I didn't want to get anything agented. I didn't think I was there yet. And I was lucky enough to get picked up by the Parliament House for a trilogy for my series. So I was very excited about that and I mean, that led to where we are now with the novel release in 2020, which was a weird time for books to release. It was a little bit of a different experience because everything had to be pushed digitally. We couldn't do signings. We couldn't do cons. We couldn't do anything. so a lot of it had to be just reaching out to different digital agencies to take care of things for us and hope that things were going to go well. Luckily enough, they did go well, which led to me working on throughout 2020 after we were already edited and everything was finished up for Order of Dust. I ended up working on the second novel of the series. And I had just finished a different novel, that I'll go into in a little bit that is actually releasing this September for a different publisher. COVID was very, very unfortunate and working from home was very difficult, but at the same time I was able to try and use as much downtime as possible to really hammer this out and give what I feel like is even a better product than the first novel.

[00:08:48] So the name of the trilogy is For Humans, For Demons, which will make sense in the grand scheme of things? So it's For Humans For Demons. The second, book comes out January of 20 22, no release date on the third, but I am halfway through the first draft of it and very excited. And then, Like I said, I do have another novel coming out with a different publisher in September of this year.

[00:09:11] The For Humans For Demon series is essentially about what if modern religion collapsed Similar to what we've seen in history where different religions end up taking the forefront. And this is about what if it's turned on its head and what if in a modern society what everybody believed to be true ends up not being? And everybody finds out about that truth and the chaos that ensues.

[00:09:36] So bringing that as the larger universe, it focuses on the story of one character Jackson Crow who dies at the hands of the Unascended, which essentially to bring it to better terms a soul in this universe is called a Dust and sometimes they do not ascend for different reasons. So they end up remaining and taking on a host basically. They take over a body of a living person and they hide among people. Jackson was unfortunate for him and his fiance, were assassinated by one of the Unascended, which leaves him with a little bit of a grudge, and he gets the chance from the true higher beings to come back and basically work for them to take care of the issue, which is these Unascended who are hiding as normal people are committing heinous crimes that they are not actually being targeted for.

[00:10:28] So it's all about his story, about getting revenge. And then it slowly opens up to this bigger issue at hand, which is the world around him that is essentially collapsed because people do not have a belief structure anymore. And that goes for all of the different religions and how it affects the different groups of people, which really ends up coming out in the second and the third books

[00:10:52] So I have read Order of Dust and it is a wild ride. It is fast paced. It is exciting. It is filled with action and all of the things you could hope from a book like that. And so I wanted to figure out what was his inspiration to write a book like this.

[00:11:10] I wanted to write something That was, based on religion. I wanted to go that route. But originally when I was doing this, the only idea I had was what if somebody had to hunt people? What if somebody had this job where they had to hunt people cause they were different? And it just kept breaking down until I was like, well, what if he's also different? A lot of the influences for that book came right from graphic novels from monga, from old scifi, noire stories. So things like Philip K Dick or even things like Alan Moore or Neil Gaiman. A lot of inspiration from Yasuhiro Nightow who is best known for writing Trigun in the nineties and Gunn Grave. So a lot of that I want it to kind of mush together and I was like, this would just be something fun. And, and that's what I did.

[00:12:00] Book number two was Wing Clipper, that one releases in January of 2022. And that one is going to break into the larger world. The first book was very focused on Jackson, focused on introducing characters and introducing some antagonist, but the second book really opens up. It is longer. So it won't be as fast of a read. But that was the goal. I wanted to introduce people in a way, almost like what Stephen King did with Gunslinger, the dark tower series. The first book gunslinger is very short. It's a very quick read and then slowly gets longer.

[00:12:31] That was my goal here is I want to get people drawn in and then really open it up in the second and say like look how everybody else has been affected by this. And then the third book right now is called The Arm of the Savior. In the third book, we'll close everything out in a very large scale. I've been building up to something with these hoping that it ends in a larger way than it started, where it starts very narrow, very singular, and it ends more global. And that one does not have a release date as of yet just because the second book's not even out, but I would say that's probably going to be somewhere around, early to mid 2023.

[00:13:07] Now while his trilogy for humans for demons is with one publisher. Nick has done what many successful writers have done. And he is publishing another book under a different publisher. Another publishing house picked him up for this book for this idea. And so. Just depending on contracts and agreements, it is entirely possible for a person to put out work under various different publishing houses.

[00:13:39] And Nick has done that too with his upcoming novel that releases this month, even though in the dialogue here in the audio, it says it releases in September. We get to remember that it is now September and this interview wasn't recorded this month. So please don't get confused.

[00:13:57] The book releasing in September is with a different publisher, Black Rose. What ended up happening was I was working on another while I was doing the editing process for Order of Dust. I wanted to work on something else, but I didn't want to dive into the second book without first working with the different content editors, the line editors to kind of get their idea and feedback on that first book. But I wanted to work on something.

[00:14:19] I had been writing a lot of shortstories, and I wanted to break it up from the normal. And at the time I had just come up to Maine for work. So I was very far away. My wife and kids were down in Delaware. On the weekends I was driving down there 10 to 12 hours to see them and then driving back So it was a lot of alone time for Monday through Friday. And I just felt like I needed to do something with this time, so I wrote the book.

[00:14:43] It's called The Ones Who Could Do Anything. And it's an urban fantasy, but it's mainly just about dealing with struggles. I don't want to give too much away, but surviving after something terrible happens. And it follows just a group of young people who find each other because of their misfortunes and discover that they have some innate abilities that lend themselves to each other. So it's, again, it's something that at first, and this is, this is what I loved when I had brought up to the publisher at first, they were like, this sounds like, like the premise of it, like something that we've read a hundred times.

[00:15:21] And I was like, I know, you know, I'm not trying to give you something that everybody already knows just by looking at the cover of the book. But luckily they were like, you know, We read the first three chapters of it. Can you send us the rest of the manuscript? And when they did, they really like, they're like, this is different.

[00:15:37] As many writers bring out a certain work or certain ideas or bring these different things to life. Oftentimes there are specific goals that they have with these things. And I wanted to find out what was the reason behind four humans were demons and this new book, because they are so different, different publishing houses.

[00:16:06] Different ideas, different concepts. And so I wanted to figure out more about that.

[00:16:11] One thing I would love for everybody to know is everything that I write and put out. I want to be very different. And I think the people who enjoy For Humans For Demons and enjoy that series, maybe would read The Ones Who Could Do Anything and feel like, this is different. It's a little bit darker and more base of reality rather than something that's completely scifi.

[00:16:33] But I want everybody to be open minded to that. I think some of my favorite authors branching from every different medium, have always tried to dabble in that a lot of their books are not linear. Obviously there are authors out there who do release very similar books and they do very well. But when I think of my favorite Neil Gaymon I don't feel like his books are the same. I feel like I pick up any of his books and they're different and that's my overall goal. And I wanted to let people know that right from the start, because I want people to pick up different books and be like, this is different from that one. And I love them for what they are.

[00:17:06] And so came the big question. How did any of this get started? How far back does this go for him? When was the first time he put pen to paper in a creative way? And how did all that go?

[00:17:24] I appreciate this coming up because I don't get to share this a lot because I don't want them to intertwine, but I've been in bands my entire life. I was a musician for most of my life. I'm 30 now. I was in bands all through high school and everything.

[00:17:36] And then in 2011, I was in a band called Nora Stone, and we were a post hardcore group. I say we were, but they're still together. A hardcore group. And we ended up releasing a short EP and it got us on a label. We did a lot of traveling. We did a lot of touring. So were on the road, a good amount. We did Metal Mayhem Festival.

[00:17:56] We did Crowd Surf America with CHODOs and Blessed the Fall. This is all a bunch of Warp Tour bands. But we did a lot of that for a very long time. And after the birth of my first daughter, I realized I had to start dwindling it down. I had already started the career I'm in now.

[00:18:11] And I was like, what can I do? And back in high school, and when we're on the road, I would just write short stories. A lot of it, I'm going to be honest with you. If anybody remembers my yearbook shout outs to to New York, if anybody remembers my yearbook, it asks something about what do you want to do?

[00:18:26] And at the time I want it to be a graphic novel writer. And that is in my yearbook. So I would just create characters, write backstories for them. And that's what I would do on my phone to pass the time is what I thought was fun. So when I moved to Delaware and parted ways with the band, I needed something to occupy my time and I did not want to dive back into music.

[00:18:45] I had done it for too long. I didn't want to start over. I ended up just writing short stories again on my phone for fun. And my wife had actually read one of them and she was like, how come you never release anything? Like, how come you just sit here and write in the notes section of your phone and then delete it.

[00:18:59] And I was like, I don't know. I don't think I have anything people want to read. I worked on something and she read the first draft of it and was like, I really like this. Like, you should just try and get this published. And I was like, I don't think people are going to like it, but okay. And then it got published.

[00:19:13] And then all of a sudden I have my mother, my friends, my family, who were like, you know, I like this. I don't understand why you didn't do this sooner. And I'm like, I, I don't know. You probably wouldn't like what I wrote in high school.

[00:19:23] And so this is actually the take home, this upcoming little statement that Nick makes for me during this interview. And this is why I opened this episode with that question of, are you willing to release something bad or at least release something that requires some refinement and requires some work in order for you to get better?

[00:19:45] My biggest piece of advice, would first, I guess we'll start with one. Right. Even if it's bad, even if you just have a story in mind and you're like, I'm not going to put these words together properly, and people are not going to like this Cause that's where I was at. Write. And then just send it in. Have faith in yourself, send it in and trust me, trust me When I say the publishers are going to tell you when it's bad I've had a lot of publishers. I've had my own publishers tell me it's bad. And that's just part of the process is how you get better. And I've said this in the beginning, but I feel like every time I write something new, it gets better.

[00:20:24] And for new writers, that's going to be the case. The first thing you put out there might not even get published. And then you have to really look at the feedback you got and say.

[00:20:31] Okay. They didn't like it for these reasons. Is it the story? Is it me? Is it something I need to change? But at the same time, you want to maintain your own voice and you're not going to please everybody.

[00:20:42] And eventually you'll get good enough. And eventually the right publisher will come along, have faith in your project and really carry you through the way. And second piece of advice, listen to your publishers. If you're going that route, if you're going self published Listen to your beta readers and listen to the editors that you bring on.

[00:20:58] But if you're going a traditional or an indie publisher route, listen to them. Because most of the time, 99% of the time from my experience so far, they want what's best for your book without removing the parts of the book that make it yours. So definitely just write whatever you can send it in. They're going to tell you it sucks and then listen to them when they tell you it sucks.

[00:21:22] And that is the biggest lesson with developing any form of talent, just like learning to play the piano or learning to play a musical instrument or learning how to paint or draw or whatever. It may be different skills that you have at work. So wing. I don't know. All of these things are talents and talents require practice and paying attention to feedback.

[00:21:49] And so that means that sometimes you get to be brave and you get to write something that may not be great. And you get to give it to a few trusted people in order for them to find the holes in it that you don't see. And in order for them to pick apart some of the clunky things and to offer some guidance and some advice.

[00:22:10] So that, that bit of work can be even better than it was when it, when you began it. And so that is the take home from me to you. If you are looking to seriously get into writing, and it's not something that you do all the time, just start, write anything and then give it to somebody to critique.

[00:22:34] The feedback is the most important lessons. With writing so that you can get better hearing how your work can improve is a very vulnerable space to be in. But it, like I said, it is the biggest lesson on how to do it better and on how to make that specific piece better. So that is it for today. If you are interested in reading Order of Dust or The Ones Who Can Do Anything, go ahead and follow the link in the show notes and you will be able to check those out.

[00:23:09] Otherwise, thank you so much to my patrons who donate to this show every month without your generous donations, the show could not be possible. Go ahead and follow me on social media. My Instagram handle is @authordevindavis and my Twitter handle is @authordevind. Thank you so much for listening and have fun writing.

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Little One- Chapter One

Chapter One- The Meeting

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1,670

Summary: Searching for the Mandalorian proves to be more difficult than expected.

A/N: This is the first official chapter!! Woo!! I’m not gonna lie I did not expect people to actually like the first so I hope this doesn’t disappoint! I am doing a tag list for this series, so if you want to be added just ask! Love you all <3

Little One Masterlist

Oddly enough, finding the Mandalorian was more difficult than you had originally thought it would be.

You had no doubt in your mind that this Child was their Foundling, or something akin to it, and that whoever the Mandalorian was that they would surely be searching avidly for the little one that was currently snuggled into your chest. Shuffling from the Marketplace, you swerved into a quicker side route, continuing to wander aimlessly around the general area where there were the most people.

It really shouldn’t be this difficult to find them. In the last couple of years you’ve lived on this planet, you have yet to see a single sliver of beskar. So seeing a person covered in armor of the substance would obviously be eye catching. After a few minutes of trailing through the side of the market, you slowly re-enter the crowd. As you walk, the possibility that the child may have been able to leave its caretaker without their knowledge comes to mind.

Still, you reason with yourself, there’s no way a Mandalorian would be unable to notice the absence of one of its own. A jerked tug dislodges you from your thoughts as the baby grips onto your hair, cooing and reaching towards a stall that sells stuffed animals. When he notices that he finally has your attention, he babbles and leans toward the stall. You leisurely cross to the stall, looking at the child with a small smile.

“Want one?” The child practically erupts in delight at the question, joy spreading quickly across his face as you grin. “Okay, go ahead.” The stall had an incredible assortment of plushies, ranging from Vulptexes to Banthas. You shift the child slightly to reach for your credit pouch. The little one practically attempts to launch himself out of your arms as he finds the plushie that seems to appeal to him the most. A Tauntaun. You laugh under your breath as you pick up the plush. “This one?” The child screeches with laughter, instantly grabbing at the plush and clumsily pulling it to his body. You handed the needed credits to the cashier, flashing a smile to them as you return to the crowd.

As the little one happily fusses over his new companion you carry on with leisurely strolling through the crowd. After a few seconds a thought hits you. Maker, how stupid am I? You think to yourself, redirecting yourself to head in the way of the spaceports. The Mandalorian would obviously be a passing figure, meaning that he would have to be somewhere travelers would frequent. You almost sighed in frustration, although it wasn’t a difficult conclusion to come to, the amount of time it took to actually think of it was slightly disappointing.

The spaceports are only located a few minutes away from the market, as Vycinyth was a planet powered by tourism, all spaceports were strategically placed where the travelers could see the life of the planet. You look down at the child, extremely amused. “I wonder how long it took you to find me, little one.” As you muse at him, the baby giggles and thumps his new toy lightly against your chest. You chuckle wholeheartedly, looking up at the entrance to the various ports ahead of you. Mandalorians had a tendency to lay low, so in good judgement, you head to the port that is the least exposed and the least flashy. Even if the Mandalorian wasn’t at this specific port, one of your closest acquaintances usually was on shift as the port’s mechanic and it certainly wouldn’t hurt to sit down and practice your Twi’lek.

Sure enough, the familiar azure Twi tiredly started towards the entry of the port as you walked through. You smiled, calling out a greeting in Twi. “Tired?” You chide as she looks up with a small grin. “Actually having work will do that to you, herb!” She shoots back as she wipes her hands on her work pants. She looks at the child in your arms with confusion. “I didn’t know you were a mother.” You laugh a little before you reply. “He’s not mine, don’t worry. He’s the reason I’m here.” She pouts slightly. “So you didn’t come here to spend my break with me?” Shaking your head slightly you smile. “Maybe after I find this little one’s family. Speaking of which,” You lower your voice slightly, you never know who’s listening after all. “I was wondering if you’ve seen a Mandalorian recently.”

Her eyes widen slightly as she scans your face before answering. “I have.” She states. “Why are you asking?” You motion to the child in your arms and a look of understanding fills her face. “He’s one of my clients, a peculiar one but a client.” She begins to lead you towards the ports. “Came into the port with the most carbon buildup I’ve seen on a ship in a long time.” You look at her, tilting your head slightly. “A shoot out?” She nods. “Most likely, but he didn’t say anything.” The both of you stop before the port. The baby seemed to recognize the archway, squirming slightly in your arms and cooing. Before you enter, your friend lays a hand on your shoulder.

“Should anything go wrong, call for me.” She says cautiously, and you nod in response, though you doubt anything too vicious will happen. She leaves you to go back to her other mechanical work as you step through the arch.

Within the familiar steel port was an older ship. It looked like it had most definitely seen better days, with its age and the black stripes of carbon that littered the sides of it. You didn’t think much of it, you had seen worse ships with great pilots and if the pilot was able to make it through a shoot out and still keep the ship in order then you had no doubt they must be miraculous.

The clinking of tools and hardware stirred you out of your thoughts and as you stepped further into the port you noticed a man fixing parts of the ship that you couldn’t recognize. As he straightened up you saw the man that you had been searching for. The Mandalorian was certainly an intimidating figure, donned in gleaming beskar armor and holding a confident stance. You heard a modulated sigh before a rich voice spoke in your direction.

“I told you I’m fine without assistance.” He said tiredly, almost growling out the words. You walked a few paces closer before responding to him.

“I’m not sure about that, but,” He seemed to realize that you were not the mechanic as he looked towards you. “That’s not why I’m here.” The child cooed loudly at the Mandalorian, tugging at your surcoat to be put down.

As you placed him gently on the ground, he wobbled towards the Mandalorian still gripping his toy. The Mandalorian watched him for a few moments, seemingly checking over the baby before looking back up at you. “Did you not notice him leave?” You ask furrowing your brow slightly and shifting your weight as you cross your arms.

“No.” He replied simply. “Where did you find him?”

“The market.” As you said this the Mandalorian seemed startled. “He’s been with me for almost 20 minutes now.”

“That’s not possible.” He shot back. “I would have noticed.” You shrugged.

“Except that you didn’t.” You looked back at the ship.

“He doesn’t just leave.” He took a few steps closer to you.

“Well he did and he came to me.” You met his gaze and paused for a few moments, looking back at the ship. “Are you a bounty hunter?” At that question, he falls silent for a few moments.

“Possibly.” He replies, shifting his stance in a way that seems defensive.

“I heard of a Mandalorian who betrayed the Bounty Hunter’s Guild for a bounty but I thought it wasn’t true.” You muse slightly, looking at the child. “And if you are a bounty hunter,” You met his gaze, feeling his stare through the visor. “I’m going to guess that you are that hunter.”

He stiffens further. And a tense silence falls over the two of you, the child looking between you and the Mandalorian slowly.

“What do you want.” He states, glaring at you but you pay it no mind.

“To talk,” you answer. “About the little one.” You nod at the baby who is now wobbling to you, shaking the Tauntaun slightly. You relax and smile as you tugs at your dress. The Mandalorian watches you for a moment.

“What about him?” He asks, still stiff. It’s now your turn to fall silent for a few moments to contemplate. Deciding your words, you lower your voice cautiously.

“Surely, you’ve noticed that he has… abilities.” You sigh slightly, watching the Mandalorian react to your words. “If he’s your Foundling, I think you should know what power he possesses.”

“You know of it?” He asks, following your lead to quiet his voice as much as he can.

“Of course.” You quip. “We have the same power after all.” If what you were saying before failed to get his attention, this certainly struck something with him.

“How are you sure of that.” he says coldly, watching you with more caution than before.

“I can sense it, but I can’t explain it here. There are cameras that are recording and word spreads fast.” He seems to understand but still looks like he wants to question you. “I do, however, have a home nearby where I can explain everything.”

“How do I know you won’t try anything.” The baby now stumbles to him, and the Mandalorian swiftly picks him up to be cradled in one of his arms.

“You don’t, but I guess you’re going have to lend me a little bit of trust.” He looks at you apprehensively before sighing. You watch him look at the little one for a few moments.

“Fine.” He answers almost in defeat while both you and the child light up triumphantly.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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Part 4

Sunday was a day off, but Erik was wired to get up early and jog around the HBCU campus in his sleeveless white tee and Omega sweats on his way to the campus gym. He ain't say shit to his passed out roommate like he typically would about what he'd done.

"You know....," she paused eyes zoned into his. He ain't know what the fuck she was talking about and stared right the fuck back thinking she better mind her business if she meant who was he fuckin.. "Erik," she laughed, "Stop playing.. you know what I'm talking about..."

"Sup Pete," he called to a nigga from his physics class.

"Hey..," Pete grunted tryna squat a barbell and Erik had to pause and watch. He hadn't seen him there before and judging by his build, he was brand new to weights. The more they talked, Erik started to coach him, recommending a starting weight and talking him through reps. He learned that Pete had been turned down by some girl and was tryna make gains, convinced no girl wanted a boney nigga. Erik couldn't dispute that he got way more bitches with a six pack than without.

Instead of disputing, Erik passed down an old routine he'd started when he himself was a beginner watching Pete type it into a note on his phone before starting his own workout. Even more than performing on the yard, he liked working out. The gym was his second home. If being a chemical engineer didn't work out, he'd be a personal trainer.

The issue was when he left the gym, thoughts and issues returned. He still felt a little thrown. He'd stroked a bitch yesterday and left her very visibly confused and disoriented which, honestly... wasn't the big deal. That was a typical Saturday for him. But it wasn't just any girl, it was a delta soror. Engine RED. She seemed upset...

He seemed to be misjudging her a lot and he hoped it ain't fuck with their ability to coexist. He ain't need the drama of her badmouthing him to other women. She knew a lot of fine ones, she had influence.

"I shoulda just rabbit-fucked her," he grumbled on his walk back. "Shoulda broke her shit up and let that be it."

At least she couldn't say he had a little dick or a weak stroke, she just.. wasn't feeling it.

"Hey, boo!"

Erik turned to see a chocolate doll jogging his way. Her first response was to reach up to hug him around his neck, grinning up at him like she'd won a free cruise.

"Luna.." He wrapped his hands around her waist.

"Why you ain't call me? I missed you," she pouted. "Where you been?"

"Around.. Been caught up with studying and practices, you know how shit go."

"Oh. Yeah..," she fake smiled as he stared. "...That's okay. Hey, you wanna tell me something?"

"Tell you what," he asked suddenly defensive.

"I promise you I dont.."

"ERIK," she squealed. "Boy stop I'm serious!"

"Look I gotta go. I'll catch you later."

She was still smiling for no reason when he walked away, it was weird. He wanted no parts and that was what he told his boy Geo when he saw him at the caf. Geo laughed, finding it hilarious.

"Yo chill," Erik muttered drinking his coke. He put his arm out for his boy to stop but Geo was on a roll talking shit about Luna. They had a class together so he knew all about her.

"That's what happens when you fuck them weird girls! Harry Potter ass bitch. Lord of the Rings ass bitch. They get attached and think you their weird lil friend," he whispered, twiddling his fingers before sputtering, making Erik roll his eyes to keep his composure.

"Aye! We like Harry Potter round here," Erik retorted. It was funny but he ain't wanna laugh though Geo already knew he was dying inside.

"Next thing you know..," Geo swallowed tryna collect himself from tearing up. "She whispering shit in latin.. and doing weird shit with her hands," he coughed imitating a girl they'd seen the other day, playing with her own fingers in her own world. Erik spit his drink tryna keep a straight face but failed as he pointed at Geo who was in tears.

"Fuck you, she nice," Erik laughed wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.

In organic chem, Erik's hand moved fast across his paper. He was scheduled to tutor a guy directly after class on what they'd learned all the way up to chemical reactions and then he had to do his often work. It was only after all of that that he had time to think about his current relationship with Brit. Were they friends now? Regular fuckbuddies?

"Oooh, fuck yew, she nice," Geo mocked in a small wimpy voice. "I like Harry Pott-" he couldn't even finish without laughing with his head down and Erik squeezed his shoulder trying not to fall from laughing with him. He was wrong for that. He ain't even like Luna he was just fuckin on her for something to do. Ain't nobody he knew really fuck with Luna like that. She was weird as hell!

"You evil," Erik teased putting it all on Geo as he walked away with tears in his own eyes.

"Stop fuckin Color Purple ass bitches, Erik," Geo yelled still laughing. "You and me must neva paht," he sang doing the hand thing. Erik was done.

It was Monday when he saw Luna again in passing and she looked highly upset, looking away where she'd usually go overboard to make eye contact. When he asked her what was the problem it turned out yesterday had been her birthday which was why she was being so weird. She'd told him multiple times over the past week but he'd been so caught up with Greek shit and the fact that.. he didn't really care.. that he'd forgot. It explained her mood though. "Oh damn my bad shorty.. Happy Birthday," he granted before moving on. He didn't even know how old she was.

Wednesday was when he saw Brit again. He was hanging with his nigga Josh who'd pledged kappa and a few folks from Josh's criminal justice class at the picnic tables. They were cool. That was when the pretty brown skin girl he'd been making eyes at at the table looked off and Erik followed her gaze.

"BRITT-ANYYYY, GIIIRLL," she cheered, dancing in her seat and Erik's eyes widened seeing Brit approach, giggling in cahoots with the girl as she danced up to the table. This was a little awkward. Erik hesitated, thinking of making an excuse to walk away. He could be literally anywhere else so it was no big deal to just leave. Making eye contact, she nodded at him as if there was no bitterness or bad feeling.

"Sup Erik," she smiled and there was no change from how she'd been acting from jump. Had he gotten her wrong again?

"Sup RED," he grinned looking her red delicious ass up and down as she stood with her hand on her hip in a red cut out blouse with white pants. She wore that same signature red lipstick and then he noticed... her hair was in a ponytail today.

"Oh did I mess your hair up," he blurted watching the flash in her eyes as well as the neck whip of Josh who looked very interested. "I know when I'm practicing, I play too much," Erik added making the sexual wording seem like an accident...

"Oh for a minute..," Josh scoffed, smirking as he looked between the two. "Hm.. nevermind."

"Yeah, keep your mind out the gutter," Brit scolded. Erik was thoroughly entertained. He remained on good behavior for the next 20 minutes and then it was time to head to class.

"Hey Erik," Brit called to his back as he was already 8 feet away. He turned back. "We should hang more often."

The meaning wasn't lost on him though no one else thought anything of it. Looked like he hadn't fucked it up afterall.

"Good fuckin wit you," he smirked causing her to smile at their shared secret.

"You two need to use better word choices," one of the guys smirked. That was Erik's cue to go to class before he said some more shit.

Most importantly, he thought he'd fucked things up with her but no. She was cool.. legitimately cool. In fact, he could see them kickin it just because they genuinely got along. It only took 20 minutes of going back and forth at the picnic table to realize they had a similar sense of humor. That was something they shared.. other than having lips of fire.

Speaking of, he wanted those again. When he reached his dorm room. He decided to kick his roommate out and he called Brit.

"Hey. Come to my room, you know where it is?"

"No and I'm not going over there. You can come here, you know where I am," she said hanging up. He stared at the phone like it was possessed. The girl had lost her mind talking like he didn't just make her toes curl last week. She'd been touched by an angel.

He could see he'd have to do some reminding.

"Tuh. No we won't." He had his bag of tricks and none of them were for kids. "You want me to fuck you, fuck you then nah it's finna sound like National Geographic on here."

"Matterfact," he muttered, hastily going through his belongings. He assembled a kit. A 'don't you ever on your life' kit consisting of items specifically chosen to carry out his plan, shoved down in a drawstring bag. He showered briefly before throwing on new briefs with the same outfit and he was out the door headed to her building. He texted when he arrived for her to escort him up.

"Sup," he nodded to her roommate whose name he'd already forgotten. There was another girl in there as well and he wondered why there were so many people.

"You don't mind them hearing you," he asked looking out the bedroom before Brit came and shut the door.

"Nah, they cool. Besides, we'll keep it down," she eyed sternly.

"I want it like last time actually, that shit was good," she smiles.

"What?"

"Like last time... do it like that."

He was twice as confused. Her entire speech last time was about why he shouldn't fuck like that and suddenly she was telling him he should.

"Am I having a stroke...?" She was playing too many games.

"No, but I'm ready for you to stroke me, nice and slow. Do it like last week.."

"But you said-"

"Forget what I said last week, I changed my mind. I'm a woman, it's what we do," she said heading to her bed to take off her clothes. This time he watched as she pulled her blouse over her head. He still helped with the hooks of her bra.

"Did you know you was gone get dick today," he questioned.

"Pfft.. No. Why?"

Her panties matched her bra. That was rare in the women he fucked. He just shook his head. "Nothing.. lay down."

Laying her back with his hand, he had a full view of her like before. He opened his bag up and her eyes started to question immediately.

"What's that," she asked quickly.

"A bag."

"But what's IN it?"

"Your orgasm. Want it?"

"Not like that," she frowned. "Uh uh. I don't know what you reaching for but we got everything we need between us. Just do what you did last time."

Damn, he couldn't experiment?

Thinking about it, he figured it would make sense.. her wanting to experience sex the way she had her first time. Maybe she needed to know if her cumming like that was a fluke. Yeah. It made more and more sense the more he thought of it. He'd humor her... it was only her second time afterall.

"Aight, it's a rematch then," he nodded approaching the bed. He opened the bag again, but this time she didn't comment and he pulled out his condom, setting the bag on her nightstand.

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akabluekat · 3 years

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writer’s ask game, all odd numbers, please! :)

1. Do you listen to music when you write? I have on occasion, but in general, I don’t. I’ve found that I have a hard time filtering out background noise when it’s conversations or music.

3. Computer or pen and paper? I used to be a little bit of both, but it’s more computer these days.

5. How much writing do you get done on an average day? It varies a lot. Maybe a couple hundred words?

7. Standalone or series? Both, I think. 9. Current WIP Delicate and Playing With Fire. I suppose you could count Burning Bridges, though it’s not posted yet. I’ve been working on it more lately because figuring out Bea’s side of things is integral to a few plot points that are coming up.

11. Books and/or authors who influenced you the most Meg Cabot, specifically Princess Diaries. Tamora Pierce (Alanna quartet).

(this next question got long, so I’m gonna throw in a page break out of consideration for your dash)

13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished 1. Have an idea while I’m supposed to be doing something else. 2. Open a Word document. Depending on where I am/how much time I have, write down some brief notes on the concept, possibly a few scenes. Give the Word document a vague filename. Working naming convention is Untitled HP [number]. 4. Attempt to write the first chapter. 5. Promise self that I will not post chapter until I’ve written a few more chapters. 6. Get ideas for scenes not in that chapter. Put into a document titled Nonlinear excerpts. 7. Write more of first chapter. 8. Finish rough draft. Rough draft may be mostly complete or be a hot mess of text that includes helpful notes like ??????? to remind myself where I still need to figure out plot issues or write giant chunks of text. Select all, cut, and paste into new document. 9. Do a line by line edit, gradually moving my rough draft from Document B back to the original document. Delete or smooth out ????? sections as I go. 10. At some point, my computer will crash or I’ll forget to charge it and it’ll shut off. 11. Say a bunch of swear words. 12. Recover document/lost work. 13. Vow to stop writing like this because I should know better at this point. 14. Continue with editing. 15. Repeat steps 8-15 an undetermined number of times. May not always need to do the cut/paste method, especially as chapter gets into later drafts. 16. Get excited about fic and decide to ignore the promise I made to myself back in step 5. 17. Comb through Taylor Swift discography trying to find an appropriate title. 18. Repeat step 18, but for the chapter title. (Alternatively, come up with a chapter title right away and still not know what the damn fic is called.) 19. Spend approximately 40 earth years trying to figure out a summary. 20. Come up with a summary that is 2 characters over FF.net’s character limit. Spend another 40 earth years trying to reword it so it doesn’t. 21. At some point, create an image for the fic, probably when I’m supposed to be doing something else. 22. Post fic. 23. Obsessively refresh inbox to see if people liked it or not. 24. Start chapter 2. Wonder why I did not write it before posting chapter 1. 25. Any one of the above steps can be replaced by getting distracted by Tumblr, other fics, daydreaming, scenes in my current WIP that are not in the chapter that I’m working on, the news, or pretty much anything else.

15. How do you deal with writer’s block? Lots of staring at my word document and sighing. Daydreaming. Working on other projects. 17. What writing habits or rituals do you have? the copy/paste edit method described in question 13. My fanfic is always written in Times New Roman (Calibri is for work). I have no explanation for this. 19. How do you keep yourself motivated? Strategic guilt. And honestly, the fact that people seem to care about the story is hugely motivating.

21. Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? Fred and George, probably. The banter is so fun. 23. Favourite author I have to pick one!?! 25. Favourite part of writing I love telling stories and exploring different worlds/possibilities. 27. Favourite line/scene I think it might be Bea saying “I refuse to apologize for who I am!” in response to being asked if she had bacon in her pocket.

29. Favourite villain My fics don’t really have villains other than Voldemort. And angst, I suppose.

31. Least favourite part of writing Transitional/connective parts always seem to trip me up.

33. Have you ever killed a main character? Nope. 35. What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing? Right now, Chapter 14 of Delicate haas been giving me trouble. I know what needs to happen, but writing it has been a challenge.

37. First sentence or your current WIP PWF: I knew I would have to dance with one of them before the thought even crossed McGonagall’s mind. Delicate: Alicia and Lee could have gotten married in London. Burning Bridges: I’m reluctant to start this account with the story of a shitty boyfriend. 39. Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had. A Squib who owns a pub in Diagon Alley.

41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers? You will make mistakes and that is okay. 43. What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline? Fred Weasley has little respect for my outlines, so this happens a lot. Sometimes, I try reworking the scene a bit; on other occasions, I’ve been like “you know what, you’re right this time. Scrap the outline, let’s explore this path instead.”

45. How much world building do you do? I tend to fall into little world building rabbit holes as I write--it’s very unpredictable, so I don’t know if I can answer this question properly.

47. Best way to procrastinate Writing or falling down weird internet rabbit holes.

49. Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real? Of my characters, Bea Pierce. In the wider world of fiction, Leslie Knope and Gandalf.

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