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ilyasorokinn · 6 months

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the perfect father , elias pettersson

note, this was originally written for jacob markstrom but i decided to rewrite it for someone else. just a personal thing. also, this fic is part of the "home with the petterssons" series. check out this masterlist for more. timeline: this takes place between february 2021-october 2021 pair, elias pettersson x reader summary, y/n and elias manage to keep a huge secret from the world during quarentine. warnings, children/kids, pregnancy, covid/quarantine, a little cheesey word count, 3873 words

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The NHL schedule was confusing during the regular season, but now you were even more confused with the 2020-2021 season underway. So, to make things easier for you, Elias bought a calendar with your favorite animals and filled it out with all the dates of games.

The calendar really came in handy when planning your doctor's appointment. You had a hunch about what was causing all your sickness and it wasn't a cold.

So, you called the person you knew you could rely on, the one person who would give you the advice you needed to hear and would give you the cold hard truth even if it would hurt.

Holly Horvat.

She did indeed give you the cold hard truth and confirmed your suspicions. She also stayed on the line with you while you booked your appointment.

In the meantime, to ease some anxiety and nerves, you went to the store and grabbed as many pregnancy tests as you could fit in your hands. You purchased them and rushed home as fast as you could.

You sat on the closed toilet lid, head in hand as you waited for your timer to go off. Those two minutes felt like hours. You didn't ever understand that feeling before, but you did now. Time really did go slower.

You and Elias had been together for almost five years, engaged for less than a year, and everything was great. You were great. You had talked about babies briefly, but you talked about it as if it was something in the distant future. After marriage, after a few years more in the league. Clearly, life doesn't always go the way you want it to.

When the timer went off, you jumped out of your skin. You pulled your hands away from your eyes and flipped the tests over, inhaling as you looked at all of them.

"Holy crap." You muttered.

“I’m home!” Elias announced a few hours later, walking into the house. He found it strange that Luna, your dog, didn’t immediately run up and greet him. He followed the sound of the TV into the living room, where he found you fast asleep, and Luna curled up around you.

He smiled, turned off the TV, and draped a blanket over you, but not before kissing you on the head. He made his way into the bathroom to take a shower. He was waiting for the water to warm up a little when he spotted something sticking out of the trashcan.

He pulled it out of the trash and his eyes widened. He dug deeper into the trash, not even caring that he was digging into the trash, and looked at all of the tests in front of him, "Holy..." He covered his mouth in shock before he ran as fast as he could to the living room.

He dropped them on the coffee table then shook you awake, "Y/N." He called out, continuing to shake you before you turned around.

"What?!" You snapped, turning around, about to snap at him again, but you stopped when you noticed the tests sitting on the table, "Oh..." You looked back up at Elias, who was looking to you for confirmation, "Surprise." You gave him a nervous smile.

"Really?" He broke out into a smile, and when you nodded, he jumped onto the couch with you and wrapped you in his arms. You hugged him tighter, kissing his cheek as he pulled away, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He frantically asked, cupping your face and then looking down at your stomach.

"No, I'm okay." You smiled at his sudden panic, but stopped and thought about it, "Actually..."

"Anything." He stated before you could finish.

"Anything?" He nodded, "That's a lot of responsibility, Mr. Pettersson." You joked.

"I can do it." He nodded.

"If you say so." You shrugged, before listing off the things you wanted at that very moment, which he grabbed from the kitchen with no hesitation.

Because your plan to surprise Elias was spoiled, you changed your appointment to a day when Elias would actually be home. When that day finally came, Elias woke up before you and made breakfast big enough to feed a small family.

While you ate, you pointed off to different dishes you didn't want and he gave them to your next-door neighbors, who were thrilled and excited by the Swedish dishes Elias had made.

When it was finally time to drive to the doctor's, he was bouncing off the walls of the car, barely able to contain his excitement, "I really can't go in with you?" He frowned as you slipped your bag onto your shoulder.

"I'm sorry." You pouted, "But I'll ask if I can FaceTime you." You promised.

"Okay." He perked up a little at that, "I love you. Say 'hi' to the baby for me." You smiled, leaning over to kiss him.

"I will." You gave him a salute then were on your way in. You waited anxiously, texting Elias the entire time while you waited.

"Pettersson." You stood up, dropping the magazine sitting in your lap and garnering a few looks from the other people sitting in the waiting room.

"That's me." You announced. The nurse offered you a warm smile and nodded, gesturing for you to follow her. She led you into an empty room and instructed for you to sit down.

"Is this your first time?" She asked, typing a few things into the computer.

"Is it that obvious?" You laughed nervously.

"It's okay." She gave you a smile that let you know she knew what she was doing. After she asked her questions, she quickly took some tests and rushed them off to test. And that left you by yourself in the complete quiet. And in that time, everything started to sink in.

You were pregnant.

You didn't know how much time had passed, you were so stuck in your own little world, but someone knocked on the door, and that shook you from your thoughts. A woman you presumed was a doctor popped her head in and gave you a smile.

"I'm Dr. Rowe, it's nice to meet you." She reached out and shook your hand before she made her way over to the small sink, "Y/N, right?"

"Yes." You nodded. She snapped on a pair of gloves and then sat in the chair next to the big bed-table thing next to you.

"So, we got your results back, and congrats, Mrs. Pettersson, you are pregnant." She told you. You let out a breath you hadn't known you were holding and a choked laugh, "Now, I know this is a little overwhelming, so if you need a minute..."

"I'm good." You shook your head, "I'm ready."

"All right, well, I'm going to walk you through what I'm going to do then do it, is that okay?" She smiled when you nodded again.

True to her word, she walked you through what she was going to do, step by step. She then grabbed all the tools she would need and helped you lie down.

"Can I call my husband? Would that be okay?" You asked.

"Of course." She nodded. You whipped out your phone and immediately dialed Elias' number.

"Is it time?" He asked, picking up before the first ring was over. You and Dr. Rowe laughed.

"Yes." You nodded, flipping the camera around as she squirted jelly onto your stomach.

"All right, let's find a baby." She moved the wand around your stomach. Both you and Elias watched in fascination as she moved the wand and a little blob showed up on the screen.

"Is that-?"

"Your baby." She nodded. Neither you nor Elias could say anything as you stared at the screen in pure awe, "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" You felt yourself nod and heard Elias say 'yes' immediately again.

She pressed a button on the machine and you were in awe all over again, "Elias..." Was all you managed to say through the tears. A silence enveloped the room, the only thing filling it was the heartbeat of your baby, a sound you had decided was your new favorite.

"Would you like some pictures?" Dr. Rowe asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes, please." You nodded.

You walked out of the doctor's office 10 minutes later, sonogram in hand. You made it back to the car and looked at Elias, "It's real."

"We're actually having a baby." He tearfully smiled.

After your appointment, all Elias could talk about was seeing your little baby in a little Pettersson jersey and how cute it would be, so before he came back, you decided to make part of his dream come true.

When Elias finally did have to leave for the little stint of away games, you decided that would be the perfect time to enact your plan. You went to the team store and got a little baby jersey customized, almost crying in your car when you pulled the jersey out of the bag and finally got a look at it.

As soon as you got home, you wrapped the jersey with your nicest wrapping paper, slapped the prettiest bow you owned on it, and began the countdown until Elias would be home.

He wouldn't be home for a few more days, and when he came home, you heard him before you saw him. He came through the door, looking disheveled.

"I'm home." He hummed, dropping his stuff where he stood and making his way over to you quickly, "Did I miss anything? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He spoke frantically.

"Okay, you need to breathe." You laughed, "I'm fine. We're both fine." You reassured him, "Why don't you get changed and come back out here? I have something for you."

"This feels backwards. I should be bringing you gifts." He laughed.

"Just go." You pushed him towards the bedroom. You waited patiently, trying to keep your excitement at bay. When he finally came back into the kitchen, he looked at the bag on the coutner confused.

"You used the pretty wrapping paper." He pointed out, eyeing the gift suspiciously, "You only use that when it's a good gift."

"Just open the gift, Elias." You told him snappily. He raised his hands in surrender but opened the gift. He froze when he caught a glimpse of the tiny jersey.

He picked up the jersey and held it up so he could look at his name sprawled on the back of it, "Y/N..."

"You talked so much about the baby wearing your jersey, so I got one made." You told him, making your way over to him, "Are you okay?" You asked, worried when you saw he was frozen in place.

"This is perfect." He said, his voice so quiet you almost didn't hear him.

"Oh, Eli." You cooed, wrapping him in a hug.

"Cakes here!" Elias shouted from the door. He shut the door with his foot and carried the cake to the kitchen where you were waiting for him.

You looked at each other nervously, not because the cake was bad, but because you were finally, after months of waiting, going to know the gender of Baby Petey, and that thought filled you with both joy and anxiety.

"You ready?" You asked. He nodded, "All right." You took a breath and set up your camera while Elias grabbed the cake cutter from one of the drawers, "Pettersson family gender reveal." You clapped in front of the camera, imitating one of the movie clappers.

Elias pulled the cake out of the box and you both inhaled sharply. He set it down and his hand hovered over the cake cutter. You grabbed his hand and together, you held the cutter.

"One, two, three." You counted down together, then cut into the cake. When you pulled the slice out, you burst into tears.

"A boy!" He cheered, dropping the cutter and wrapping you in a hug, unable to fight his own tears so you stood in your kitchen, crying tears of joy together at the thought of your unborn son.

With all the guys away on a roadie, one of the girls decided to have a little get-together at her house so you could all watch the game together.

When you knocked on the door, instead of it being the host, it was Gunner Horvat, who must've seen you through the video camera and ran to the door before anyone could stop him.

"Hi, G." You laughed, "I don't think you're supposed to open the door without an adult." He simply stared at you but raised his arms, wordlessly asking for you to pick him up, "I missed you, too, bud." You laughed when he wrapped his arms around you.

"Let her get in the door, Gun." Holly laughed, grabbing the bag in your hand so you could hold onto the child more easily. She led you to the main room where a few other girls were already.

"Surprise!" They all shouted. You gaped in shock at the scene in front of you. Instead of being a little watch party, there were baby decorations all around the living room and kitchen.

"What the heck?" You gasped, tears filling your eyes as you looked at all the other girls.

"Elias told us you were a little bummed that you couldn't have a gender reveal party, so we decided to throw you a little shower." One of the girls explained with a smile.

"This is so sweet." You smiled tearfully. They led you over and grabbed some snacks before leading you to the living room where a small mountain of presents sat, "Wow."

"We might've gone a little overboard." They all laughed. Before they started, they made sure you had everything you needed and wanted before you began.

You opened so many things you didn't even know you needed but all the other mothers told you you needed. The last present was smaller than the others but they all looked excited for you to open.

You pulled out an exact replica of your special denim jacket with 'Pettersson' on the back. Everything was the same, even down to the special patches you had put on it.

"Wow." You gaped, at a loss for words as you turned the jacket around to look at every detail.

"Do you like it?" You could hear the worry in her voice.

"I love it. It's beautiful." Your eyes filled with tears again, and they all crowded you in a big hug.

It was really late. Way too late for you to be up late. It was almost 3 in the morning, and you were awake. Why you may ask? Because the baby wouldn’t stop moving, plus she was craving food.

You knew Elias was asleep. It was evident by the loud snoring. Instead of trying to fall back asleep, you got out of bed. As soon as your feet swung over the edge of the bed, Luna was up and standing next to you.

You smiled when she trotted alongside you towards the living room. By the time you made it to your destination, you were a little tired, but the overwhelming hunger outweighed the tiredness. So, you turned on the TV, before making your way into the kitchen. You grabbed an armful of different snacks and headed back to the living room.

You settled on the couch, the dogs curling into you on each side. You got through half an episode when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, “What are you doing up? It’s almost 3:30.” Elias rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he made his way over to you on the couch.

“I was hungry, and couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged. He gave you a tired smile and carefully sat down next to you.

“Why didn't you wake me and tell me you were hungry?”

“You looked peaceful, and I just didn’t want to wake you.” You told him.

“I wish you had told me.” He yawned, and you chucked.

“I’ll be sure to do that next time.” You nodded.

"How's baby?" He asked sleepily, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“He doesn’t know when it’s time to play and when it’s time to sleep.” You told him, looking down at your bump and rubbing it.

“And how are you?”

“I’m really tired.” You admitted, looking over at him. When you finally met his eyes, he could see how tired you really were.

He grabbed your hand and pressed a few kisses to it. He grabbed the chip bags surrounding you and took them back to the kitchen. By the time he got back, your eyes were drooping, and you were on the verge of sleep.

“Come on. Let's get you to bed." He got off the couch and helped you get up too. He placed a kiss on your head before leading you down the hallway, back towards your bedroom.

He helped you get situated back in bed, tucking you in and making sure you were comfortable. He then climbed in next to you, "Sleep well." He whispered, caressing your cheek. He made sure you were asleep before he fell asleep.

Your due date was a few days away, and both you and Elias were getting very excited. Every day, you would wake up, and waddle down the stairs where Elias was already making breakfast. You would sit at the kitchen island, and the two of you would talk about the dreams you had the previous night.

You would spend most of the day lounging around the house. Either watching TV, reading books, going for drives, organizing the house again, it was the same thing every day.

Then, after dinner, the two of you would go out for a walk with the dogs. It was really the only outside interaction you would get all day unless you went out to the backyard.

The night was no different. After dinner, you grabbed your jackets and leashed up the dogs. All throughout the day, you had stomach pain. You brushed it off all the time as stomach pain. Elias usually walked ahead because he had quicker strides, but never too far because he was protective.

You were walking in silence when a sharper pain hit you, and you let out a pained noise. That caught Elias' attention, and he whipped around, “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asked, cupping your face with one hand, while his other went down to your stomach.

“I-” Before you could finish, you felt a wave of liquid trickle down your leg, “I think I’m going into labor.” You winced. You looked at him and saw all the color drain from his face, “What are you doing?!” You hit him in the arm when he didn't move, “We gotta go.”

That snapped him out of it, “Come on, baby. Let’s get you to the hospital.” He helped you walk, well waddle, back towards the house, “Breath baby, breath.” He kept telling you and placing kisses on your temple.

“He's beautiful,” Elias whispered as he leaned down over your shoulder to look at the newborn.

“He's perfect.” You smiled at him, cradling your son closer to your chest. Leonardo Michael Pettersson was perfect in every way. When you called and told Brock that you had given Leo his middle name, he almost cried.

Elias had been nothing but supportive throughout the whole process. He waited on you hand and foot, the same way he had all throughout your pregnancy, getting you whatever you asked. He even let you curse at him, and squeeze his hand which was the least he could do.

A few hours after birth, you had fallen asleep, leaving Elias and the baby alone. Elias was sitting in the chair next to your bed without a shirt, cradling little Leo to his chest. He had read somewhere that skin-to-skin contact was good for babies, so he figured he would give it a try. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the little baby.

“We’re so happy you’re here.” He whispered. Leo couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he looked up at him with his big blue eyes. His blue eyes, “We waited so long for you, and now that you’re here, you’re gonna be so spoiled.” He pressed a kiss to his chubby cheek.

“You’re already so loved. You have aunts and uncles who are so excited to meet you.” Somewhere in between his conversation, you started to wake up, but kept your eyes closed, “And of course mommy and I are so happy you’re here.” He added.

You continued to listen to Elias talk to Leo, and it warmed your heart. You knew, from the moment you told him you were pregnant, and he started taking care of you and telling you not to lift a finger, you knew he was gonna be a great father.

And boy were you right.

5 months later, February 2022

After months of waiting, you finally got the clearance for Leo to a game, and Elias was thrilled. You slipped the little Pettersson jersey on him, a surprise Elias didn't know you had in store for him.

You bundled him up in a blanket, and even got a little beanie with the number 40 embroidered on the top of it, "Papa is so excited for tonight, and you probably won't remember anything, but it's such a big night." You whispered as you got Leo ready.

You parked yourself in front of the arena, standing alongside a few of the other girls and their kids, as you waited for the guys to skate out.

When they skated out, Elias did his usual skate around the ice, tossing a few pucks over the glass to a few fans, and shooting at the net a few times, before he finally skated around to where you were standing.

You couldn't help but smile when you saw the smile on his face. His face showed nothing but pride as he watched Leo sleep. He blew you a kiss, then blew a kiss at Leo, who blissfully continued to sleep.

He tossed a puck over and one of the guards standing in front of the ice caught it and handed it over to you, "Thank you." You smiled at the man, slipping it into the bag and gathering your stuff.

After the game, and an OT goal from Elias which he chalked up to dad strength in a post-game interview, you finally met up with him in the parking garage.

"I'm so proud of you." You wrapped him in a hug before he could get into the car, "An overtime goal." You cheered.

"I had my good luck charms with me." He beamed, kissing your head and then kissing Leo's. When he pulled away, he finally noticed the jersey and gaped, "It's the jersey."

"It felt fitting for his first game." You shrugged with a smile.

"It's perfect." He picked up Leo carefully and cradled him to his chest, kissing his head again, "I love you." He leaned down, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I love you, too." You hummed, leaning up to kiss him.

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luthanraels-bignaturals · 4 months

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thinking about how the reveal that ash was a company shill (and also an android) recontextualizes his decision to bring kane onboard.

like, we’re made to think he let the facehugger inside because he was stupidly blinded by his comradery and fear for his coworker, causing him to be short sighted and endanger the entire nostromo. you still side with ripley for being rational and logical, but it’s easy to see that you yourself could do what ash did if someone you cared about was in trouble.

but then we find out, nope. him breaking standard procedure to bring kane onboard was not for kane’s benefit at any point, it was for the company. he was knowingly condemning him to one of the most agonizing and violent fates in movie history. and he had the nerve to call ripley uncaring when she gave him shit for breaking quarentine and endangering the crew. my brother in christ, she wanted a 24 hour quarantine to avoid potentially bringing a parasite onboard, and you prolonged his suffering just so he could be forcibly empregnated then explode from the inside out. so many thoughts about this crew and how evil weyland yutani is

#alien #alien 1979 #ellen ripley #body horror #scifi horror #ash alien #ian holm #weyland yutani #kane alien #thomas kane #nostromo #xenomorph #alien movie

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starii-galaxii · 4 months

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A (Not So) Quick Rant

My opinion on the situation for those who want to read:

FNF is my first fandom and the one I find the most comfort in, it's also the fandom I've been in for the longest, and while I think I've started to find other fandoms that I might be able to get to stick in my brain, FNF will still have the biggest place in my heart.

But I can also admit that this fandom can be absolutely insane at times, and while I'm glad I've never been part of any of that drama since I stay in the non-toxic groups, it's a fucking problem when, someone else seems to be outed as a pedo.

And don't even get me started on how people seem to have questionable priorities. Like, the Miku stuff is bad... but where were these people when there was NSFW of characters like Sky or Skid and Pump being made? I'll tell you where, getting mad at Retrospecter for making a the incartantion of Lust a horny moth lady! Because we must cancel this man for making a grown moth lady with big tits but not those people for making porn of minors!

And don't get me started on how apparently him joking about a fucking genocide is somehow less important than him liking NSFW of a fictional minor. Once again, that is still bad, there is a such thing as recognizing that both things are bad. But is it seriously worse than a fucking genocide???? Please! get your priorities straight people!

But this isn't on the entire fandom, this is directed at that toxic side of the fandom that drives the good people away from it. I've witnessed it happen so many times, and this toxic part is so loud that it looks like it's the entire fandom. I don't know how a simple rhythm game even cultivates this type of toxicity in the first place. I just wanted to have fun.

And that's the thing, because people can just tell me to leave the fandom and move on. But I can't, I don't think people realize how hard it is to simply move on from something you've been sinking your every thought into for the past 3 years. Or how hard it is to just simply leave something that had positively impacted your life! FNF was the catalyst in me getting back into art and writing, in me imporving both, in me getting social media and making friends, and it was just there for me during quarentine. All of this, and you expect me to just abandon it in a drop of the hat? Even if I wanted to, I couldn't! At least not as quickly as some may like.

Plus, this isn't even the case of seperating art from the artists since NinjaMuffin was the main coder, not the artist. That's like moving out of a house because the leading dude that built it was bad. We can seperate FNF from NinjaMuffin, because there isn't any of his art within the game, because a lot of the characters don't even originate from the game, and because playing a free game doesn't financially support people.

In fact, the Kickstarter had been closed for a long while, there is no finanically supporting him. And there defintely isn't any emotionally supporting him either. We can still enjoy what we love while acknowledging that NinjaMuffin is a bad person.

That is all for this rant, I'm sorry if it is a bit unorganized, I just needed to get my feelings about this situation out.

TLDR: I like FNF, NinjaMuffin is bad, some of fandom is bad, It's hard to move on from FNF, and we can still enjoy the game without supporting NinjaMuffin financially or emotionally.

#friday night funkin #fnf #rant

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elephant-in-the-pride-parade · 6 months

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⭐️Star ⭐️

I think I'll dust off Eden's Deception for this one.

So what you'd never know about Eden's Deception is this story actually went through three drafts.

2018 - The romantic fluff fest hyperfocused on a J/C romance in their scifi "Garden of Eden" on my first rewatch of the series as a 25 y.o. i felt absolutely cheated and teased by the romantic undertones that this episode failed to fulfill. the first draft was wish fulfillment where they frollicked around new earth falling in love, but it kept getting disrupted by my impulse to write scenes with some very intense melancholy about being stranded. Think one second theyre cuddling on a home made couch making out and the next Kathryn is somberly assessing what would happen when one of the died and how she would bury his body all alone by herself. really sad shit. kept breaking the romantic story i had envisioned.

That first draft stalled completely when the romantic fantasy plot peaked at an accidental pregnancy. I was watching Call the Midwife at the same time (hollar at all the ways pregnancy can go wrong for older women with limited resources and no medical care) and I just could not figure out how to move forward with the romantic fluff tone when i had just put my character in this situation of functionally mortal peril. I put the draft down and had a long re-think.

2020: The second draft was a Viidian organ farm horror fic. Mid pandemic. I was very isolated. dark thoughts abounded. and I like everyone else got a crash course in virus behavior from the wall to wall news coverage. So I rewatched resolutions again and this time rather than the lack of romance it was the bullshit virus that needled me. Why had a virus that affected spacefarers evolved on a planet with no space faring civilization? Why was it's only symptom triggered outside the atmosphere? Why did the Viidiians have the cure. I tried to anwer that in the second draft, while still satisfying my wishfullfillment need to get Kathryn a baby. In that second Draft the vidiians had engineered the planet to be a tempting venus fly trap and the virus to first trap victims on the planet and then entice them to have a lot of sex and babies that the vidiians could swoop in and kidnap later. I'd intended pregnant Kathryn to go full rambo on their facility and somehow bs she and chakotay a way off the planet and back to the ship. but i never got that far. that draft was just a little too dark for what I wanted and also the idea of the show's modern vidiians forcing their prisoners to breed new organ donors the natural way seemed dreadfully inefficient for a species that had figured out how to create a whole ass klingon adult in a lab in a day from just half a dna strand. but I did like the idea that the virus was somehow their fault. and I was intrigued by the speculation that their organ harvesting plans might have started out on a much more accessible population than kidnapped passing spacefarers. so i hung onto those tidbits and some of the smut scenes too (one of the smut scenes from this draft became Fever actually).

The final draft was written in 2021. In the US we had the looming threat of losing protections from Roe by then and that really put a damper on my own baby fever. That and I had by then watched like 7 seasons of call the midwife. So suffice to say I had come to see new earth baby was just a horror fic waiting to happen, and felt like Kathryn would just never go through with that while stranded or in the captain's chair. So I had Kathryn put a new earth baby in long term stasis for Parent Trap and I did away with the concept in Eden entirely.

Having also experienced two years of people trying to control a real pandemic by then the vidiians approach to the phage continued to facinate me. I don't think I would have come up with the idea of the New Earth virus as a quarentine measure otherwise. Creating a plot for Chakotay and his own skill set also helped bring the whole thing together. I let the potential of a maquis freedom fighter out to play to create a solution that was definitely the best option and definitely not starfleet sanctioned. He flies under the radar as a self-sacrificing maverick given how often it's Janeway pulling out the big guns. But he absolutely also is one. And that was really fun to explore.

Ultimately I think you see undercurrents of the first 2 drafts in the final story. The romantic yacht that they sail back to Voyager in certainly harkened back to the fluffier iteration. I really was very pleased with how it turned out. Rereading it two years later there isnt much that i would change. And that makes me really proud of it. I loved writing a mystery. I loved exploring a more mature and measured version of a romance. I loved bringing the science into it! (and I lucked out having someone with an anthropology/archeology background betaing it)

One thing I would change is the inclusion of some of Chakotays spiritual elements. It was kinda a trend at the time to have him say "Spirits" in lieu of saying "Oh, God" as a way to honor whatever indigenous beliefs he is supposed to have (as we all know theyre very mismashed/made up/etc.) and to show he wasnt from a judeo-christian background. I've realized that was quite foolish now. Saying "Spirits" doesn't come from the show or from any actual native american tradition that I can find. I'd just have him say "God" or swear or something completely different now. In the same vein I want to eventually go back and edit the vision quest scene. I've grappled for years with how much of his canon beliefs to include since theyre all appropriated from different nations or just made up whole cloth. Vision quests aren't something I have personal knowledge of and not something I can research or give the appropriate respect to. So I think that while I might still have him leave their campsite to do one, I'd change the vision/memory itself into a dream, similar to the way his flashbacks to the war worked in a later chapter.

#elephantwrites #i love asks #edens deception #that writing life #fanfiction #janeway/chakotay #kathryn janeway/chakotay #j/c #resolutions fanfiction #star trek voyager fanfic #star trek voyager fanfiction

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disorganizedkitten · 3 months

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Do you ever think about Gavriel and Aidan?

Do you think that when Elizabet left Aidan in that room, she left him Cold because she was hungry? I don't

48 people died in the farmhouse. Elizabet and her crew didn't need to drink from Aidan too.

"‘Is it still you in there?’ she’d asked me, tapping her knuckles against my head, before she went to ground in the basement. ‘Do you remember all the good times we had?’"

Do you think that she saw her friend out of his mind from torture and she left Aidan as a taunt? I do. I think Aidan was a test.

Do you think Gavriel ever thought about Making another vampire? Do you think he thought it worth it, when he spent decades following behind other vampires and killing their accidental turns? Do you think it wore on him? Gavriel, who hunted in alleyways for criminals? Gavriel, who killed his brother for honor and hated himself for it? Do you think it was fun, hunting down people who didn't know what was wrong with them, who didn't, couldn't understand why their deaths were required?

Do you think it wore on him, when Caspar Morales was the vampire in front of him, when Morales convinced Gavriel to let him live?

Do you think it hurt, knowing that Lucien did it on purpose, that he wanted Gavriel to relive killing Aleksander with every mission?

Do you think Elizabet was in on it, even then?

Do you think she wanted Gavriel to win, when she was bringing him home?

"You were my friend once, my brother - are you still?"

Elizabet left Gavriel with Aidan, with a Cold teenager, half turned and growing hungry.

Do you think that was a taunt? A test? Tell me, brother, is your mercy worth it? Have you learned better? Or is your soul still heavy?

Do you think he cared, then, starved and harmed and recovering, drunk on dreams of vengeance?

Why bite Aidan? Why not leave him human?

Why give Gavriel a human when he's used to hunting Cold?

I think it was. I think Elizabet wanted to know. I think Aidan was Cold because Gavriel was used to killing people who were infected or freshly turned.

Do you think Gavriel planned to keep Aidan alive? To become his maker, to give Aidan more of a proper turning than anyone has had in a decade?

Or was that Tana's fault?

Do you think Gavriel wondered about it on the way to Coldtown? Do you think he cared?

I think he didn't. I think he cared for Tana because she cared for him, but he couldn't care for Aidan because Aidan was more prey to Gavriel than all the teens in the farmhouse had been.

Do you think Gavriel thinks about it later? When Tana goes cold, it's clear that he wants her to have a proper turning. "You'll be marvelous. He says, and he means it as fact.

Do you think they talk, during Tana's Quarentine? Do you think it ever comes up? Do you think the fleeting fondness Gavriel admitted about both of the teens ever grows into genuine care?

#the coldest girl in coldtown #Gavriel #Gavriel Thorn of Istra #Aidan Marinos #Tana Bach #Elizabet #Jaymeow Speaks #I'm not normal about them

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hostilemuppet · 1 year

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Imagine, during quarentine, you got reaallllllllly into a Netflix show. You heard mixed things about it, people either loved it or hated it, but you decided to check it out and. What do you know! It scratches all the right itches!

Then you start to realise, hey, a loooot of the people in this community are in it because they like the actors and not the story or characters. And thats fine! To each their own! But then these people start to dominate all conversation about the characters. People will ignore what is explicitly stated in the story, because it paints a certain character in a bad light, and that character is played by their favourite actor! They are basically experiencing an entirely different story than you are, and it REALLY gets frustrating once YOUR favourite character is demonised to paint the characters played by their fave actors in a better light, despite THEIR faves not being any better than yours is!

You start to heavily dislike these characters that are always elevated to the tippy top despite not deserving it, and although you don't think they've done anything wrong you resent the actors too! But now that your rose tinted glasses are off. You realise the actors? ARE actually pretty shitty people! Nothing criminal (yet), but they're clearly assholes. You stick to your little corner of the community, and you'd LIKE to ignore them, if it wasn't forced down your throat all the time

Then more and more comes out. One of the lead roles was joking about beating women? The director (who also played the titular character) was grooming minors on Snapchat, and basically everyone on the show stands with him This? This is horrible. You feel sick. You can't support the show anymore. You leave, even though its hard and it took up a large amount of the last couple years of your life, and it hasn't even gotten an ending yet! Its been through development hell for months

You learn through your friends and mutuals who are still watching (albeit not happily. None of them support the cast and crew. But they've come this far, they just need the end) that they FINALLY released the ending, but it is increasingly obvious it was damage control. It shows the groomers character in a positive light, being forgiven by the people he abused while doing nothing to earn it. You feel even sicker

The director goes on to announce a sequel. You doubt it will happen, what with the development hell the first one went through, but you judge anyone who says they plan to join the sequel series. Anyone who willingly works with a groomer isn't worthy of support

After ages of thumb twiddling and empty promises, someone who worked on s1 (and was treated very poorly by fans. Well call him Q) announces hes directing his OWN show. Its important to him, and draws from his upbringing.

Two weeks after the first episode, the old director (well call him D) announces HE is ALSO starting a NEW SHOW! WITH THE SAME PLOT! BUT BETTER! AND HE THOUGHT OF IT FIRST! TOTALLY! BELIEVE HIM GUYS!

And people are pissed. Obviously. Q doesn't say anything himself, he's busy with his new show. But his friends, the cast of his show, make it very clear where they stand on the matter. They don't name D, but they do nothing but praise Q for his ideas, and for doing it first.

All hell eventually breaks loose. People from all corners of Hollywood show up. People you'd never think would be within 50 ft of ANY of this. Everyone takes a side. Most people are on Qs side, but are generally respectful and don't name D at all. The people on Ds side? RANCID. Qs tweets about his own show get derailed to be about Ds, and thats not just fans! From people Q once considered FRIENDS

But thats not to say the fans were angels. They were DEMONS. You say you're proud of what Qs accomplished, WITHOUT mentioning D? They tell you to kill yourself, or how they're going to kill you. There is SO MUCH racism and xenophobia directed at Q. D knows about it. He says something offhand. He doesn't care.

More and more people get involved. Q hasn't acknowledged anything, aside from liking a couple tweets that vaguely refer to whats going on. All of Ds remaining friends are choking on his dick "defending" him. They all immediately get torn to shreds, bc the only people staying with D at this point have just as many skeletons in their glass closets

Thats basically the summary of what im going through rn

#text #cannot stress how much i had to leave out #i didnt even get to mention b1tz3l.

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Next Room Over

Summary: this is an anonymous request - “what about quarantine harry and y/n? they’re strangers and somehow end up quarantining together then having sex with each other.”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, strangers, unprotected sex

Master

QUARENTINE/MUSTACHE HARRY

“Hi, checking in?” The last behind the desk asks, I can’t really tell if she is smiling or not, these masks really block out everything.

I nod, “Yes for y/n y/l/n.”

“Okay. You do understand that we require a five day quarantine, correct?”

I shake my head, “Oh, really? I must have missed that when I booked. That’s fine.”

She nods, “Okay. Give me one moment.”

I look around, everyone has their masks on, following the correct protocol, six feet apart, tapping elbows instead of shaking hands.

Life right now is so weird.

“Okay. You’re all set. Room 342. Just head up there and also, we are going to put a sign on your door that says you are in quarantine, just to let housekeeping know.”

“Okay. Thank you.” I head up to my room and notice there is a a sign in the door next to mine and the initials, H.S. beside the word quarantine.”

“Hmm.” I shrug and open my door, walking in to set my stuff down. I shut and lock the door and look around at my home for the next five days.

As I’m unpacking and getting settled, I hear the strumming of a guitar and light humming. I walk around slowly, trying to figure out where it’s coming from.

I walk over to a door in the middle of the wall and press my ear against it. I smile slightly and listen to the gentle sound coming from the other side.

The humming turns into words, “Thought that we could hide away, in the corner of the heath..” he begins humming again and I step back.

I go over to grab my phone and turn on some quiet music, at least I thought it was quiet.

There’s a knock on the door and I turn slightly, “Which door did that come from?” I ask myself out loud.

“The one on the wall.”

I laugh slightly and grab my mask off the table, hooking it around my ears before I open the door, “Hello?”

A tall man in a black hoodie with a claw clip in his hair is standing there and I can tell he’s smiling, “Hi.”

I smile and nod, “I’m, um, y/n.” I go to hold my hand out but quickly drop it, “Ah, right.”

“I mean, I tested negative, so if it’s alright with you.” He holds his hand out. I smile, “Yeah, I tested negative too.” I grab his hand and wow, his hands are soft.

“So you play guitar?” I ask leaning around him to look into his room, “You have a beautiful voice by the way.”

He smiles and chuckles, “Yes, I do. Thank you. Im actually working on a whole new album.”

“Album?” I question, “Wow, what’s it called?”

He shrugs, “I haven’t really, okay. Im thinking of calling it something like Harry’s House, maybe? Im not sure,”

Harry. Harry. Harry.

“Is your last name Styles, by chance?”

He nods, “Yeeaahh.”

I nod, “Oh wow, I mean, don’t take this wrong but I did not recognize you at first.”

“That’s a compliment, honestly. I’m glad you didn’t. If you opened the door and went completely insane I would have went to a different hotel.”

“I work so much, so I don’t really have time to sit down and read all the gossip, not that you’re go-“

“No, I get it. I mean, you’re not wrong. I hate the media. It’s a bunch of click bait lies that people run with.” He rolls his eyes, “I actually knocked because I heard you were listening to The Chain and I just wanted to tell you that you have a great choice in music.”

I smile, “Thank you. I’ve listened to a few of your songs too, from your first album I think? I’m not sure. They’re pretty good.”

He smiles and tilts his head, “Thanks.” He looks down and chuckles, “So, would you like to come over, I mean, totally up to you, and the six feet regulation and all-“

“I would love to.” I smile and walk over, grabbing my phone, “Do you want me to-“

“Please. I’d like to see what else you have in there.”

I smile and walk past him into his room, not much different than mine.

“Your guitar is beautiful.” I look from the instrument to him and he nods, “Thank you.”

“Do you care if I-“ I point to my mask and he shakes his head, “No go ahead do you mind if I do the same?”

I take mine off and take a deep breathe, “Please do. I hate those things.” I lay it on the table and turn to look at him.

A smile plays with my lips when I see the rest of his face. He’s much more beautiful in person.

“You’re beautiful.” Harry smiles and looks down, “I-um. S-sorry.” He chuckles nervously and shakes his head.

“No, I was actually thinking the same thing.” I laugh slightly and cover my face, “Gosh, I’m so awkward, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, “No, no. You’re fine.”

He walks over to me and looks down at me, “I have to admit though, I have this strong urge to kiss you.”

His words make my stomach do a whole 360.

“I’m okay with that.” I nod and smile.

He smiles and his eyes move from my lips to my eyes, “Okay.” He whispers before leaning down, his lips gently press onto mine and I swear to god I heard fireworks.

He pulls back an inch and pauses for a split second before crashing his lips back onto mine, getting out lips to move in perfect sync. I lay my hands on his neck, moaning slightly into his mouth.

“Is this okay?” He asks slightly out of breathe.

“Yes.”

He nods once and brings his lips back to mine, walking me backwards so we can lay on the bed.

There isn’t much talking, just him asking if it’s okay if he does anything and me saying yes each time.

Our clothes quickly come off and he admires my body below his, “You are gorgeous.” I can feel my cheeks warm and I smile and shrug.

He smiles and leans down, kissing my neck. I tilt my head back and slide my hands across his back and down his arms, “Please.” I whisper lowly, “I want to feel you.”

A groan escapes his lips and he nods, “I don’t hav-“

“It’s okay.”

He nods and licks the tips of his fingers before pressing them to my already soaked center. I gasp and spread my legs wider, “Harry.”

He leans down and takes a nipple between his lips, flicking it with his tongue as he slowly pushes his fingers in and pulls them out of me, curling them each time.

I arch my back and my hands go to his head, tangling his hair around my fingers, “Fuck.”

He moves over to my other nipple and slides his fingers out and moves them to my clit. Let out a moan and tug his hair. He moans against me and gently bites down.

I moan louder and move my hips slightly, whining out his name.

“You need me?”

I nod, “So bad.”

He smirks and slides his hands up my body. He reaches down to stroke his cock a few times before rubbing it against my slit. I bite my lip and my eyes roll back as he pushes into me.

“Fuck that- was so hot.” Harry groans and leans down to kiss my neck, biting the skin below my ear. I wrap an arm around his neck and arch my back, my chest pressing against his as he starts to thrust.

It’s slow at first, but I need more, “Harder. Please.” I ask kind of shy. He smirks and nods, “Okay.”

He pushes my legs up out and back, placing them on his shoulders. His hands are on either side of my head and I grab the pillows with my hands, and let out a scream. Harry is pounding into me roughly and it feels so fucking good.

I open my eyes and look up at him, his hair is hanging down in front of his face and his bottom lip is sucked between his teeth.

His eyes flutter closed and a moan leaves his now parted lips, “Fuck, y/n.”

Him moaning my name sends waves of pleasure through me, “H-Harry.” I whisper out as I clench around him, “I-I.” I can’t even finish my statement before I throw my head back and cum around his cock.

He continues thrusting, fucking me through my high, “That’s it.” He moans, “That’s it.”

I moan loudly and dig my fingertips into his biceps. He watches me, watches my boobs bounce up with each time his his hips slam against me.

“Fuck you’re so hot, I-I-“ he groans and pulls out, his cum landing on my stomach.

He gently sets my legs down, “Hold tight. I’ll be right back.”

I nod and get my breathing under control as he walks into the bathroom. I stare up at the ceiling, smiling to myself.

“Here.”

I go to take the towel but Harry goes and wipes me off, “If you want to, you can shower and what not. Or you can-“

“Shower with me.”

He smiles and runs a hand through his hair, “Okay.”

Harry and I get in the shower, neither of us ready for round two, so we just kiss, laugh and sing together to the songs that my phone are still playing.

——

“Can I play you some stuff that I have written down?” Harry asks as he ties his robe shut.

I smile and nod, “Please.”

——

I know this ismy as detailed and not very long at all, but I wanted to get something out because I’ve been mia on the smut lately.

I will write a very detailed part 2 to this I promise!!

Tag list: @daddybuckethat @hsonlyangelxo @harrysluvv @tbsloneely @haroldsbabymama @victoria-styles

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