#sorry this took me so long to post farah:(

[moongreenlight]

GIRLIE PLS I NEED MORE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE x PRICE 😭😭

Instead of starting every ask response with “sorry it took me so long to get to this I suck” I’m just going to issue a blanket statement that I have like 45+ asks in my inbox rn and I get so overwhelmed looking at them that I just ignore them until I need to write something. I love you all for messaging me I love hearing your ideas and compliments please don’t stop sending them just bear with me as I sift through them. <3

Also- I got legit death threats on my first post like this. I’d like to make this ABUNDANTLY CLEAR that this is a LEGAL AGE GAP. It’s not grooming, it’s not predatory, it’s ENTIRELY LEGAL. You’re early twenties. He’s mid-to-late-thirties. Please do not bite my head off.

Anyway I’m back on my Price and his young housewife bullshit below the cut. Xoxoxo

Here’s the OG post if you need a refresher

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

There’s this scene in the MW3 campaign where Price and Farah are talking about where she got the missiles from and he’s trying to shoulder up with her, but she just shuts him down in the end. (Like always I hope you’ll trust me. Implicitly) (John Price the man that you are!!!!!!) and I really think that’s the household dynamic. He’s always the biggest in the room, but he’s got this incredible reverence and respect for women who can out-bitch him. Bends his rigid spine BACKWARDS for you. Would move mountains if you’d only ask.

Doesn’t always have to be serious things. Like maybe you’ve made friends with some moms in the neighborhood (it’s a point of pride for him that they’re all minimum 5 years older than you.) and they all go to this obscenely expensive Pilates class at six in the morning. You mention in passing that you’re signing up and the suburban white dad in him makes his ears perk.

“‘N how much ‘s this class going to cost me?”

“Dunno. Think it just goes on the account.”

“Course. Gym membership doesn’t cost enough as it is.”

And then all it takes is him seeing you in a matching workout set for all of his protest to die down. For SURE makes a comment about how he ‘didn’t know it’d be this worthwhile’

Loosely following that point, I think any real arguments get hostile very quickly. He’s not so egotistical that he won’t apologize, but I’m certain that it’s like pulling teeth to get him to that point. He can hold a grudge unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Borders heavily on immature when the two of you are in the thick of things. Starts shit just to start shit. (Secretly because he just loves makeup sex. Would rather eat you out until you’re sobbing than actually say the words “I’m sorry.”)

Having thoughts about him bringing you to some military ball. The both of you dressing up and sliding into the car that was sent for you just to sit on opposite ends of the backseat and not speak a single word. He burns through a cigar in record time and you toss back a few glasses of champagne. You both put on appearances getting out of the car. Hook your hand around his bicep while he shoves you inside with his hand on the small of your back. Hissing nasty quips back and forth about making this quick. Few hellos. Show your faces and then you can get home and get away from each other. Putting on appearances only goes so far, though, because when John is pissed- everyone feels it. Sucks the life out of a room and replaces it with an eerie feeling like a bomb’s about to go off.

He leaves you alone with a few other wives. Pulled away by Laswell with a promise of a ‘quick’ meeting. He comes back half an hour later fuming when he sees that somehow you’ve been pulled away from where he left you and found company chatting with his boys at the bar.

He gruffs some greetings before dragging you away by the arm so roughly that you have to stifle a yip.

“Are we leaving?”

“No.”

“So what is it, John? You’re making everyone think we’re miserable.”

“We are miserable.”

He’s yet to stop yanking you away. You have to do an awkward half-jog to follow him down a short hallway just outside the washrooms.

“Christ, would you just-“

“You look like a slag in that dress.”

He about throws you straight into the corner at the end of the hall. Muscles in his jaw ticking under the force that he’s using to grit his teeth.

“Sorry?”

His lips are brushing the shell of your ear. Bullying you further back into the wall. You’re entirely taken aback by his ferocity; especially because he usually prefers you wear something much more revealing than this. Some twisted point of pride, him seeing all the men your age drooling over you even after knowing you’re on his arm.

“Ought to let the boys pass you around. See if that won’t sort out that fucking attitude of yours.”

Theres some more protest from you, but it was entirely useless given how worked up he was. He ends up making good on his threat and shoving you into Ghost’s side when he brings you back out. He says something, but you can barely hear it over the blood rushing in your ears. Though you assume it’s a half-warning, half-explanation by the way Ghost snakes an arm loosely around your waist and gives a sharp nod. You get off relatively easy all things considered because Ghost is the only one smart enough not to take Price’s words at face value and sneak you away to some coat closet. That’s a permission granted only when John was present and in his right mind.

I cannot stress enough how much it gets him off to see you pregnant. Not like sexually, but he is nothing if not a glutton when it comes to feeding his ego. Likes it when you wear shirts that hug your swollen belly tight so he can see exactly how much your body is changing. Even better if they’re crop-tops that show off the skin that’s now littered with stretch-marks from growing his babies.

I have been saying this, but just to make it clear, he wants a small army of children. Like enough to have one of those trashy reality TV shows about how many kids you have. (In reality I’m getting 4/5 kids in total vibes) Loves coming home from work and seeing you carefully stirring a big pot on the stove while bouncing a baby on your hip, pulling a clingy toddler around on your leg, and situating your school-aged kids with their homework at the table.

But he most definitely hires a live-in nanny to help you out. Knows it’s not fair to leave you with that kind of responsibility. But also it just makes him so hot to see you mothering his kids that he needs to be able to take you away and not have to scramble to find something to occupy the kids.

Makes the nanny take over bath time more often than not so the two of you can take a bubble bath yourselves. He loves the casual intimacy of pouring two glasses of wine and having thirty or forty minutes to yourselves.

Having this visual of you before you’ve started having kids sitting in the tub after being strangely quiet all night. He offers you a heavily-poured glass of red and you’re a little glassy-eyed and staring up at him but making no move to take it.

“You alright, doll?”

“Mm?”

“Said you alright? Don’t want a drink?”

A long moment of silence from you. Long enough for him to perch on the rim of the tub and gently tip you up to look at him by putting a few fingers under your chin.

“John, I think I’m pregnant.”

“So no drink, then.”

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[unreliablesnake]

Punishment (Price x reader x 141)

Summary: Price wants to see you for a chat, but you act like a brat.

Warning: short smut. fingering.

Note: Barracks bunny reader! Check the barracks bunny fics tag for more. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

"You wanted to see me?" you asked once you slipped into the captain's office.

Price looked up, the corners of his lips curling into a wolfish grin as he pushed himself away from the desk and signaled you to come closer. You did as he wanted once you locked the door, and took your place between his legs without questioning his request.

"I trained you well," he noted with an amused hum as he put his hands on your hips. "So what is it that I heard about your reading preferences? Am I not enough?"

"I'm just bored."

He stood up and put a hand on your cheek, running his fingers down to your neck painfully slowly. "I should pay more attention to you. Or you could spend more time with the boys. I know you've been playing a dirty little game lately behind my back," he told you.

A gulp gave away that you knew perfectly well what he meant by that, but your mouth formed a different message. "I don't know what you're talking about," you said quietly.

The captain couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. "I don't mind sharing you with them."

"You don't?"

"As long as you obey me when you're here," he said with a nod.

"I wouldn't dare to–"

He interrupted you with a kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth the moment you gave him access. Without breaking it even for one second, Price grabbed your ass and picked you up to place you on his desk. A smile crept on his lips when you wrapped your legs around him to pull him closer, showing him how badly you wanted his attention.

To him, you were like a well-trained, loyal little puppy, a woman who did everything like he said, and who always came back to him for more. His feelings were probably deeper than they should have been, and maybe his men had noticed it too. But he didn't mind the rumors. Let them talk.

"I wish we had time to have some fun," he admitted sadly when he pulled away. "But I called you here for work. Alex is here and needs some help. I'll take the boys with me to the field tomorrow, you should stay behind and help with whatever he has on his plate."

"That's not fair."

Price drew in a deep breath as he put a finger under your chin. "What did I say about you acting like a little brat, hmm?" he asked as he leaned closer.

"I'm sorry, Sir," you apologized with a barely audible voice, but the captain didn't seem to find it enough.

With a hungry look in his eyes he unbuttoned your cargo pants and sneaked his hand under your panties, his thick finger slipping between your folds without an issue. "Look at how wet you are for me, love. Just how I like it," he whispered into your ear before pushing another finger inside.

You bit back a moan as he began pumping, wishing you could bury your face into his shoulder, but he was still holding your chin with his other hand and made sure you kept eye contact the whole time. You knew it was sweet torture, you knew he wouldn't let you come after behaving like that with him around.

After all this time, Price knew your body better than anyone. He noticed when you were about to reach your high, so his movements came to an abrupt halt just in time. You hated this, you hated him, but at the same time you were sure you would be crawling back to him for more like you always did.

"This is what happens when you're not acting like the good girl I know you are," he said before giving you a soft kiss. "I have a task for you. Now that I know how much you love to play with the boys, I think you should try to get Alex's mind off Farah. He's so smitten with her, but I know for a fact she's not interested in him that way."

"Ouch," you noted as you leaned closer to kiss his neck, snuggling up to him with your arms around his body like a small kitten.

Price buried his nose into your hair to inhale your sweet scent. "Will you do it for me?" he asked you quietly. When he felt you nod, he let out a short laugh. "That's my girl. Don't disappoint me, sweetheart." Suddenly he let go and took a few steps away from you. "You should go, I've got an awful lot of work waiting for me."

Nodding, you fixed your pants and walked up to him with your hands folded behind your back. "Can I get a goodbye kiss, Sir?"

Oh, how much he loved to hear you call him that. He wanted to give you what you asked for, but he had been clear about the consequences if you behaved like some stupid brat. "You need to learn your lesson. If you'll be an obedient little girl, you'll get one the next time."

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[python333]

Hey author. I loved your father's day card post. But how would L.V. , Konig and Alex react to getting father's day cards too or how would Kate and Farah react to getting mothers day cards. Anyways you don't have to write it but enjoy your day.

alejandro, könig, alex, and kate reacting to receiving father's/mother's day cards from [reader] — python333

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synopsis just as the title says, some more people receiving father's/mother's day cards! you can see the first part with task force 141 here!

relationships platonic!alejandro & gn!reader, platonic!könig & gn!reader, platonic!alex & gn!reader, platonic!kate & gn!reader.

characters alejandro, könig, alex, kate.

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], reader intended to be 16/17-20/21 but can be interpreted as older as long as they're still below 24 [just so that the hcs make more sense!], might be ooc :{

note hi anon!! tysm for the request, like ive said before ive never actually played cod (yet i write ff of them, i know) instead i watch playthroughs so im not as familiar with some of these characters, so i really hope theyre not too ooc!! i also didn't write in rodolfo or farah because i didnt know what to write for them :{ so sorry! again, this is all just straight fluff, so enjoy :3

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

➥ honestly finds it very endearing.

➥ obviously it catches him a little off guard, and he has to actually process that you gave him a father’s day card, but right after he finds it very endearing.

➥ he’s surprised but not surprised at the same time that you gave him the card.

➥ like he knows and is aware that he has a tendency of acting more paternal towards you than others, but really? you gave him a card?

➥ he won’t cry or anything but his voice will definitely waver a bit while he thanks you for the card.

➥ he’ll give you a nice hug and everything too.

➥ maybe a small kiss on the forehead if you’re lucky. maybe.

➥ he doesn’t know where to put the card at first, because obviously he’s not gonna throw it out, so he just ends up putting it in a folder and tucking that folder with the rest of the important folders he has in his office.

➥ he starts calling you things like ’cielite’ and ’pollito’ more than your actual call sign.

➥ which, the others notice, but he couldn’t care less.

➥ he’ll have the same reaction every time you give him a father’s day card, if you ever give him more than one.

➥ maybe after the tenth or twelfth one, he’ll get used to it. but otherwise he’ll have that same ‘wait, they gave me a father’s day card?’ reaction every time.

—

You stared at the card in your hand nervously, your eyes darting from Alejandro, who sat in his office unaware of your presence right outside of the door, and back to the card. It shouldn’t be that hard to give it to him—he probably wouldn’t even be that shocked. It’s not like it’s a huge deal or anything, giving the card to him, right? It’s just a card. It’s just a card.

After a few more moments of hyping yourself up to give him the card, you’d finally sighed and knocked on the door to his office. Almost immediately, Alejandro called out, “¡Entra!”

You took another deep breath and opened the door, hiding the card behind your back as you walked in and closed the door behind you. Alejandro looked up from his desk and upon seeing you, a small grin split across his face.

“Well, hello, [c/n],” He greeted you, noticing your arm that went behind your back, but not commenting on it, “Did you need something?”

“Uh…” It was like all your words had left you, but refusing to back out of this now, you simply nodded and pulled your hand out from behind your back and held the card out to him, face down so that he couldn’t read the words on the front. Alejandro looked at the card curiously and gently grabbed it, turning it around to read the front.

He mouthed the words as he read them, ’¡Feliz Día del Padre!’, and took a moment to actually process the words before his grin grew and he opened the card. He read the few, short words written on the inside, and closed the card, looking at the front once again. He stared at it for a few seconds, leaving you to just stand there and watch as he read the same sentence over and over again, before he stopped and set the card down on his desk.

Before you could question him, he stood up and hugged you tightly, making you freeze for a second before hugging him back. His chin came down to rest on your head as he hugged you, and he kept you like that for a while before pressing a small kiss to the top of your head and pulling away from the hug. He kept his hands on the sides of your upper arms, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin as he looked down at you and murmured, “Thank you, mi cielite, that meant a lot to me.”

“I could kind of tell,” You muttered, making Alejandro chuckle softly and look back at the card on his desk. He turned back to you and squeezed your arms gently before letting go completely.

“When did you get it?” Alejandro asked curiously, nodding to the card, “The card.”

“About a week ago.”

His eyes widened, “And you waited this long to give it to me?”

“Wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

Alejandro scoffed, “Wasn’t sure if I’d— [c/n], I love it, it’s perfect, and I’m going to keep it forever.”

“Well I know that now.”

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t like it.”

“I thought you might not like it,” You clarified.

“Eso es lo mismo—” Alejandro started to argue, before letting out a huff and shaking his head, “Don’t hesitate to get me something like that ever again. I adore it.”

“Noted.”

—

KÖNIG

➥ he might actually melt into a puddle of goop.

➥ he’s usually not soft for anyone, much less paternal, but it was a completely different story with you.

➥ so when you give him that card he just straight up goes completely soft.

➥ it’s not the usual kind of soft he is with you, which is typically just him being less hard on you and calling you things like ’mäuschen’ or ’liebling’, no, this is him just straight up malfunctioning.

➥ he finds it very sweet and will protect that card forever (trust me he told me himself).

➥ if anyone dares even touch the card he’ll slap their hand away immediately and will tell them to fuck off.

➥ the only acception is maybe horangi.

➥ he’ll tear up a little bit, not enough for it to be noticeable to you but it’s definitely noticeable to him.

➥ he’s very surprised that you got him the card, doesn’t see it coming at all.

➥ he’ll definitely hug you.

➥ while he hugs you, he’ll be muttering little things like ’you’re such a sweetheart, just the sweetest thing, i definitely didn’t deserve that card, thank you so much, you’re too sweet.’ all in german on loop so all you can hear is just straight word vomit and you can barely make out the words he’s saying but you can still understand it, not from the words but from the way he tightly hugs you and the way his voice wavers and softens when he talks.

➥ he keeps the card in his office, in a locked drawer in his desk, just so that nobody can touch it.

➥ similar to alejandro, starts calling you little terms of endearment in german more than your actual call sign.

➥ it never really shocks anyone when he starts almost exclusively calling you ’mäuschen’ and ’liebling’, so if he just refers to you as one of the two, they know who he’s talking about.

—

You waited in the hall outside of the recovery room, knowing König was in there, just resting there for a few hours until he had to get to his next assignment. You looked down at the card in your hand, reading the ’Alles Gute zum Vatertag!’ on the front, and reading it again, and again, and—you need to stop stalling.

You sighed quietly and took a deep breath before opening the door to the recovery room, spotting König on one of the couches, reading a book that practically looked like a pamphlet in his hands. His eyes snapped up and over to the door where you stood awkwardly in the doorway and eventually stepped completely into the room, making your way over to the silent colonel.

He watched silently as you walked over to the couch, holding a card in one of your hands, the blank side facing him so that he couldn’t see what it said on the front. You didn’t know what to say so you just sort of stood there, awkwardly. Did I mention how awkward it was? I’ll say it again. God, it was so awkward.

Eventually, König cleared his throat and nodded to the card, looking up at you as if asking ‘what is that?’. You silently held out the card to him, hoping he would just take it so that you could run off and die in a hole so that you never had to see him again. Right as he took it, you started to do just that, slowly walking away before his hand caught your wrist and looked at you pointedly, daring you to leave.

“Don’t go yet,” He said quietly, not looking at the card yet, “Explain what you just handed to me.”

“Read it,” You replied simply, not giving him an explanation just yet. He raised an eyebrow at you and glanced back at the card in his hand before letting go of your wrist and opening the card with both hands, not bothering to read the front. His eyebrows furrow and draw together in confusion as he reads the inside, before he realizes he should probably read the front and closes the card to read the front and— oh God.

He blinked down at the words on the front for a moment, and his eyes softened almost immediately, as well as his posture. He might as well have just melted right there, like a goopy idiot, but all you could see was him softening up a bit while reading the card silently.

You waited anxiously for him to say something, anything, but instead he silently got up and set the card down onto the couch. You could barely get a word out of your mouth before he pulled you into a tight, almost suffocating bear hug, burying his face into the top of your head. Hesitantly, you hugged him back, which only really served to make him hug you tighter. You arms barely went above his waist, while he had to bend down a bit to hug you properly, and the size difference made his mind race even faster because all he could think about was how small you were compared to him.

He pulled his face up from your head and instead lifted you up, making you gasp quietly at the sudden movement and instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He tightly wrapped his arms around your much smaller frame and tucked your head under his chin, muttering small, incomplete sentences under his breath.

“Du bist einfach das Süßeste, mein Gott, du bist so ein Herzchen, viel zu lieb, um in der Armee zu kämpfen—" He murmured, his words practically inaudible to you, but you could still understand a few of the words and could piece together what he was saying from that.

“Why?” He asked softly after he was done with his muttering, making you wonder what he was asking, until a second later when you realized he was asked why you gave him the card.

You shrugged, mumbling, “Just felt like it.”

“Well…” König looked over at the card on the couch before saying, “Thank you, mäuschen. I love it.”

“I’m glad you do.”

—

ALEX “ECHO 3-1” KELLER

➥ he audibly lets out an ‘awwww’.

➥ he finds it so sweet and will cherish it forever.

➥ he’ll give you a nice, firm hug and tells you how much he appreciates it.

➥ be sure to give him one of those super cheesy father’s day cards.

➥ like one with a pun on it or a dad joke.

➥ he starts calling you his kid. like straight up refers to you as either his kid or just ‘the kid’.

➥ he probably starts acting the most like an actual dad out of everyone in this post tbh.

➥ he starts jokingly saying language after you swear, only to start cussing like a second later.

➥ oh god the dad jokes he starts telling you too.

➥ the dad jokes.

➥ he doesn’t tear up at all, but he does have a smile on his face for the rest of the day. maybe even the rest of the week.

➥ he’ll keep the card in his back pocket and just carry it around wherever he goes.

—

You looked around the corner, looking at Alex, who was sitting on the couch just scrolling through his phone. He hadn’t noticed you, despite the twenty-something times you’d looked around the corner, trying to build up your confidence to give him the card. You looked down at the card, the simple ‘happy father’s day!’ and pun on the front staring right back at you.

You looked over at Alex again before sighing and turning the corner completely, walking into the small recreational room, trying to take deep breaths while you walked over to the couch. Alex noticed you walking over to him and looked up from his phone, giving you a friendly smile and greeting you with a simple, “Hey, [c/n].”

You nodded in return and he tilted his head curiously at your silent greeting, before he looked down at your hands and noticed the card in one of them. Before he could ask anything further, you held the card out to him, looking away from him as you did, making him raise an eyebrow at your very odd behavior.

“Okay, then,” He muttered, gingerly taking the card, flipping it over to read the front. He reads the three bold words on the front quickly, and once he’s processed them, a bright grin takes over his face. You looked back over at him, just to make sure he’s not disappointed or anything, only to see him looking back up at you and getting up to hug you.

He pulled you into a tight bear hug, making you let out an audible ’oof’, but you still hugged him back.

“Thank you for the card,” He said graciously, “I love it.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do,” Alex scoffed, before pulling away from the hug and putting both of his hands on your shoulders, “It means a lot to me that you thought to give me a card, kiddo.”

“... You’re welcome, then.”

Alex simply smiled and gave you one last tight hug before picking the card up and off of the couch, instead putting it into his back pocket. He looked back at you and said, “I’m gonna go show it off to Farah now, and make her all jealous.”

You huffed out a small laugh and responded, “You do that, then.”

—

KATE LASWELL

➥ she’s honestly not that surprised.

➥ she’s definitely aware that you think of her as a sort of mother figure, and before you give her the card, she’s kind of neutral about that.

➥ like she doesn’t mind it, but she also won’t feed into it that much.

➥ that is, until you give her the card.

➥ she’ll be dead silent at first when you hand it to her and you almost want to take the card back and just run away so that you never have to see her again.

➥ but then she gives you a warm smile and says ‘thank you, i appreciate this’.

➥ she won’t tear up or anything, but she’ll still give you a nice hug.

➥ she shows her wife the card and pretends like it’s not a big deal to her but it definitely is.

➥ she keeps the card back at her house, right on top of her bedside table (like a normal fucking person, she doesn’t keep it in her office or stuffs it into a jacket).

➥ her wife demands to meet you after kate shows her the card, by the way.

—

”Come in!” Kate called out, just a second after you knocked on the door to her office. You let out a shaky breath and hid the ‘happy mother’s day!’ card you had brought with you behind your back, opening the door to her office and tentatively walking in. Kate didn’t look up from her computer just yet, and instead motioned for you to sit in the chair across from hers.

You nodded even though she wasn’t looking at you and closed the door behind you, quickly walking over to the chair in front of her desk and sitting down. Only then did she look up from her computer and over at you.

“Hi, [c/n],” She took off her rectangle frame glasses and set them down, “What’d you come in here for?”

“Just, uh…” You started, before trailing off and just opting to set the card on her desk in front of her, face down. She raised an eyebrow at you, questioning what the card was before touching it. You simply gestured for her to read it and she sighed, putting her glasses back on and flipping the card over to reveal the words on the front.

Her eyebrows raised at the text but she didn’t say anything just yet, instead opening the card to read the few short written words on the inside. She closed the card back up again and instead stared at the front, reading the ‘happy mother’s day!’ text over and over again.

“... I can take it back if you don’t like it—” You began to offer, only for Kate to hold up a finger to cut you off, effectively silencing you. She doesn’t look up until a few moments later, when she sets the card down and looks over at you with a small smile gracing her lips. The smile makes you relax a bit in your seat.

That relaxation was thrown out the window just a second later when Kate said, “Get up,” and stood up from her seat.

You quickly followed her orders and stood up from your seat, prepared to leave if she asked you to, when you were suddenly being embraced by her. You took a moment to hug her back but you do eventually, hesitantly wrapping your arms around Kate.

She kept you in the hug and even tightened her hold on you whilst she whispered, “Thank you for the card. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

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[tobybestupid]

Masterlist

★ So sorry this took absolutely forever and TOO long to write!

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Mötley dealing with you being drunk

How to take care of him after tour

Fourth of July with mötley

Please, stay

Bubble bath- with cats?

Peachy Keen

You pampering mötley

Mick Mars x Reader injury (appendix, I think)

NSFW hc's

🌜Vince Neil🌛

Sick mötley x reader

Mötley dealing with you being drunk

Fourth of July with mötley

You pampering mötley

NSFW Alphabet

❤️‍🔥Tommy Lee❤️‍🔥

Sick mötley x reader

Mötley dealing with you being drunk

Fourth of July with mötley

You pampering mötley

You're still beautiful

🥀Terror Twins x Reader💣

Terror Twins x Reader hc's 1

Terror twins x Reader hc's 2

Terror Twins x reader hc's 3

Terror Twins x reader hc's 4

Terror Twins x reader hc's 5

Terror Twins x reader hc's 6

Sick!Terror Twins x reader hc's

My turn

So, so good

Cuddle..sex?

Calm down, ey?

(y'all are so hungry for Terror Twins omg...)

Hanoi Rocks

🌚Razzle🌝

Late night kisses

🌺Micheal Monroe🌺

Coming soon!!

🕸️Sami Yaffa🕸️

NSFW Alphabet

Such a tease, huh?

🥀Andy McCoy🥀

Coming soon!!

KISS

💫Paul Stanley💫

Snow

🎭Gene Simmons🎭

Coming soon!

🌌Ace Frehley🌌

Coming soon!

🐾Eric Carr🐾

Coming soon!

Guns n Roses

🎩Slash🐍

Do you love me more?

They fell asleep with your kid

❤️Axl Rose💋

They fell asleep with your kid

Axl x Kurt Cobian sister!Reader hc's

NSFW Alphabet

Cold baby?

Bad day?

🎸Duff McKagan🎸

They fell asleep with your kid

🚬Izzy Stradlin🚬

Sick as a dog

Sweetheart

They fell asleep with your kid

🍿Steven Adler🍿

The, fell asleep with your kid

Paradise City

NSFW Alphabet

Megadeth

🍃Dave Mustaine🍃

Your not my baby

Tour rat

NSFW Alphabet

Metallica

Coming soon???

Call of Duty (COD)

🦴Alex Keller🦴

Coming soon!!

🖤Simon "ghost" Riley🖤

Reader with sensory issues

‼️König‼️

Coming soon!!

🧼John "Soap" Mactavish🧼

Coming soon!!

🌜Farah Karim🌛

Coming soon!!

🥃John Price🥃

Coming soon!!

🌺Kate Laswell🌺

Coming soon!!

☠️Keegan Russ☠️

Coming soon!!

#apex legends x reader #apex legends #x reader #80s rock #mick mars #nikki sixx #mötley crüe #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars x reader #tommy lee x reader #axl gnr #slash guns n roses #steven gnr #izzy gnr #duff gnr #slash gnr #guns n roses #kiss band #paul stanley #gene simmons #eric carr #ace frehley

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva x reader - sulking

I saw your post… sorry for requesting that I didn’t saw your post why not… what about writing just silva being grumpy cause he can’t get what he wants - Anon💜

You were up long before your husband, you had a busy day, and you wanted to get an early start in the hopes that you could finish early.

The moment Saul realised you were gone he was pouting, he thought you would’ve stayed with him, and you weren’t there.

Saul decided to go back to bed for a few more hours, and when he woke up you were in the room, looking through some papers at the desk.

He sat up and made his way to the kitchen and you watched.

“You slept late.” You said.

Saul walked back in with glass of water and sat back down on the bed, picking up his phone to go through it.

“Are you really pouting with me right now?”

You turned around to look at him, and he didn’t look up at you.

“Saul?”

Nothing.

“Sweetheart?”

Again, nothing.

“Darling?”

No response.

“My love?”

He didn’t even acknowledge you.

“Okay, while you pout I’ve got to finish marking these papers. I should only be a few hours.”

You got up and grabbed some stuff and left the room, and Saul watched you go.

He did feel kind of bad for ignoring you, but he was pouting with you right now, so he didn’t let it affect him.

He got up, got ready for the day but he decided he didn’t want to leave the room, so he didn’t.

He sat in bed reading a book, and when you came back in, you kicked your shoes off.

You yawned a little and looked at your watch before you took it off and swapped your shirt for one of his jumpers and crawled into bed.

Saul still didn’t look at you.

Sighing, you rested your head in his lap, looking up at him.

“Why’re you pouting dear?” You asked.

Saul didn’t even looked at you.

Reaching up, you plucked the book from his grasp and grabbed the bookmark next to him, and set the book out of his reach.

Saul looked down at you, and you looked up at him.

“Why’re you being grumpy?”

“I’m not.”

“You so are. You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

“Have not.”

“Have too.”

“Have not.”

“Have too.”

Saul rolled his eyes a little and you smiled softly, moving so you were laid next to him you held out your arm.

Saul looked at you and huffed a little, reaching over to grab his book again.

“Nope.”

“Saul!” You whined.

“Nope. I wanted to spend the day in bed with you and you just left me. So you’re not allowed to be cuddled.”

You playfully slapped his leg.

“Don’t be such a bully Saul! Please?”

“Nope.”

You huffed a little and stood up, getting out of bed you grinned a little to yourself.

“Fine, I’m going to go find someone else to cuddle with me cause you’re a big bully.”

You grabbed a blankets wrapped it around your shoulders and slipped your shoes on as you made your way towards the door.

“Also I told you I was busy today so you’re pouting for no reason.”

“I’m not pouting! I don’t pout!”

“You do pout! You always pout!”

With that you grinned at him and left the room, making your way a few doors down you let yourself into the room and looked around.

“Farah!”

Farah come out of the study and rose a brow at you.

“Saul is pouting and being stubborn, I want to be held like a baby, so now I’ve come here. Cuddle with me.”

“We’re adults.”

“Yes. And you’re my big sister, so you’re responsible for making sure I’m happy, please!”

Farah rolled her eyes at you and walked to the kitchen, pulling out a large tub of ice cream.

“Come on then, let’s go complain about your husband, eat ice cream and watch that horrible film you like so much.”

And that’s what you both did, sitting on the sofa, you tucked into Farah’s side, eating ice cream, watching movies and trash talking Saul.

Saul on the other hand was still pouting and he was hoping to finally win something against you, every time he always gave in.

And he didn’t want to.

But as time went past, he was finding it hard to keep sticking to his choice.

And finally he gave in.

He left the room and went to the room he knew you were in and he threw open the door.

Walking over, he reached over and move the ice cream tub, setting it on the table, then he grabbed the blanket from you and threw it over his shoulder.

“No.” He said.

He reached down and picked you up with ease and you hung your head back grinning at Farah.

“I win again.” You beamed.

“See you later.” She laughed.

Saul carried you back through to the room, and he sat down, holding you tightly in his arms as he laid down, rolling over so he was on his side.

Saul buried his face into the crook of your neck and you smiled, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“See that’s not so hard is it. Are you done pouting?”

“I don’t pout…” he grumbled.

You laughed softly and closed your eyes.

“You do pout… you always pout…”

“Shut up…”

You laughed again, and rested your chin on his head.

He always pouted, even if he wouldn’t admit it, saul pouted, and he was a cuddlier, he loved to cuddle, he liked being the little spoon.

But he’d never admit that either

#fate the winx saga imagine #fate the winx saga x you #fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga x reader #saul silva x reader #saul silva imagine #saul silva x you #saul silva

[r04ch]

Okaayyy posting my writing heres one I did today to help dialogue.. i usually dont write in this script format but i wanted to try something diff ! Also the descriptions around it dont sound very smooth cuz like IDK but just dont think im a sharty writer cuz of this lol

COD, Otter x Alex, 820 Words

Summary: Its hot af and pool time bonding yahoo also like 2 second trauma dump (gasp!)

It's a hot, humid day on the 141 base. The quarters are empty, the inhabitants instead resorting to the swimming pool outside.

Farah and Kate are chatting in the shallow end, sharing cocktails. Soap, Gaz and Ghost are cannon balling and wrestling in the deeper end, while Price naps in a chair. Alex has just arrived, towel slung over his shoulder and sunglasses protecting his eyes. He spots Otter, who is writing in a journal on a lounge chair, and approaches the man.

Otter is wearing a loose tank top and comfortable board shorts, a pair of sunglasses adorning his face. His hair is put up in a short ponytail, his braid hangs loosely. His knees are slightly pulled up to stay under the safety of the umbrella providing him shade. He sips at a virgin pina colada that Kate made him.

Alex: Thought you were a swimmer?

His tone is playful and light, standing above Otter to block the sun from the latter. Otter looks up at him from under his sunglasses.

Otter: Oh, I am. Im busy right now though. 

Alex: Busy? Its 90 degrees out, what could be making you so busy?

Alex has a appalled expression which pulls a chuckle from Otter.

Otter: You know, stuff and.. things. 

He waves his hand vaguely.

Alex: I don't think I do know, care to explain? 

Otter pushes his sunglasses to sit atop his head, squinting softly at him. Then, he shrugs and pats the end of the chair, pulling his legs up into a criss-crossed sit to make room. Alex complies, taking a seat and leaning over to gaze at Otters journal.

Its a portrait sketch of Farah. Its gorgeous.

Alex: I didn't know you could draw. 

Otter: I have a feeling you don’t know a lot about me, Keller. 

Alex scowls which earns him a hearty laugh. 

Alex: Okay, well why don't you tell me some things?

Otter: Like what?

Alex: How’d you learn to draw like that?

Alex’s index finger lightly taps the page, tilting his head like a curious puppy dog.

Otter: I picked it up when I was younger, it helps me focus. My mother was an artist.

Alex: What did she draw?

Otter: Portraits, too. She had the eye for it, her paintings were phenomenal. I wish I took some.

Alex looked away from the drawing, choosing to instead drink up Otter's features. His round nose, pudgy cheeks, the sharp split in his left eyebrow. The golden brown hue that haloed his iris had him drowning in it. Otter was oblivious to Alex’s current predicament, continuing to shade Farah’s cheek bones.

Alex: Why don't you?

Otter stopped his pencil and bit the inside of his cheek, finally glancing over at Alex. 

Otter: Well, that’d be difficult. They’re all piles of ash now, probably sunken into the earth. 

Alex faltered and gawked for a moment, Otter smiled softly.

Otter: That house burned down a long time ago. I should’ve clarified, sorry. 

His cheeks radiate a pink glow of blush. 

Alex: I didn't know that.

Otter: I know. 

A blanket of tense silence fell between the two, before Otter reached for his drink and took a long sip. Alex memorized the way his lips moved.

Otter: Want to try?

He mistook Alex’s fascination with him for perhaps being thirsty. Alex was grateful for it though.

Alex: Sure

He took the straw and downed the last bit of drink, earning a gasp from Otter as he playfully pushed Alex away from him.

Otter: I know you did NOT just drink it all!

Alex: What? I was thirsty!

Alex laughed while Otter feigned an offended and dramatic expression of shock.

Otter: That is so rude! I cannot believe you!

Alex: Just get another one! 

Otter huffed and rose from the seat, placing his sunglasses back into place over his eyes and giving Alex a half hearted glare while waltzing over to the bar. The former smiled softly. Averting his eyes back down to the page and, nosily, poking through the rest of the journal.

It was full of mostly birds or insects that had messy scribblings besides them like “saw this little guy in Urzikstan” and so forth. He also passed a few rough sketches of Kate, and the resident dog Riley. 

Then he landed on two pages of just him. While most were very rough, hardly even outlined, others were complete with shading. He especially liked the small doodle of him with a mustache 2x the size of his head and a small LOL written beside it. Alex couldn’t help the pride and joy swelling in his chest. Now curious as to when Otter was able to get such accurate references. 

As Otter walked back over, now with two drinks in his hands, Alex quickly flipped the journal back to Farah. Pretending as though he never saw the other pages and instead graciously accepting the mocktail. 

#my writing🐛 #otter🦦 #cod s/i #cod #alex <3 #selfship writing #selfship post #selfship #fictional other #kate laswell #farah karim #task force 141 #okay to rb!

[callsignfate]

ACK- long authors note.

(TL;DR: I post once a day minimum, I take too long to edit posts in my own overly complicated way of writing, and it's getting a tad bit out of hand. I love posting, but I want to make sure I have content for the long run. If I post more than once a day, it's kinda a bonus post.)

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Fate here,

I just wanted to let you know that I post once a day. Minimum. If I post more than once in a day, that was just something I finished early, or I decided to post something different the following day and decided why the fuck not?

If you see a vote, that just means I've finished writing all of the things on the vote list, and they just need to be edited. On my last vote, I did say I'd post the top three that day, but the Valeria x fem!reader story (Personal Exile) took WAY longer to edit than I had initially realized. I had added more, didn't like some of it, and rewrote it. It's a process.

For anyone wondering how I write its kinda convoluted. I write on my phone notes app because I'm chronically busy. I live on a farm so it's very 'go go go' with little breaks to go to my computer. So I write a VERY rough draft in my notes app. I then copy and paste it over to my computer to a Google document. It's then in the stage where I read it, rewrite it, and read it again.

After that, it gets looked over on grammarly because I suck with grammar. Finally, it gets read over one more time and briskly editing any last things before it gets copied and pasted into Tumblr! I title it, find a gif, add some final details like the another's note, and then finally posted.

Now wait, you can make that easier!

I know, I really do. I just like the way I write. It's convenient for how my life works. Now I'm not saying anyone else should write this way or not write this way. You do what works best for you! I also like how I have multiple drafts in different places because I've almost lost or deleted things a few times.

So, wait, you're not posting multiple times a day?

Nope, sorry to anyone who loved the near constant flow of material to read. I have spent every free moment writing, and at first, I thought I had plenty of little things in my phone notepad to post. I was kinda wrong. I do, but not if I still want to create and write more. I currently have a ton of things thar are finished or almost finished. That just needs to be edited.

Editing is actually, like I said, a little harder because I do it at my desktop, meaning I have to be at my desktop to do it. This means I have to stop doing farm chores to do it, which is usually the end of the day.

So you post once a day? When?

Usually, once a day, if more than that means I wasn't as busy and had time to post, edit, or write. I usually post at different times, mainly later in the evening (EST).

I will be doing more votes to see what you want to see next! I love to make sure anything I post is what you guys want to see more of! I will say I have plans to post a few bonus Laswell and Farah things that will all be x!fem reader because I have been posting a lot of Valeria. Who I love to write for don't get me wrong, but I wanna make sure I have plenty of posts for all three of them.

I currently like to make sure I have the next part or the next few parts written or planned out so that if I can't write or fall behind, you guys still have the next part no matter what!

Thank you for every like, repost, comment, everything! It means a lot to me, and it honestly motivates me to write. I promise I see you all liking and commenting, and I deeply appreciate it!

Now, let's get back to your regularly scheduled program!

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[wayhavenots]

Stupid Cupid (2/3)

It’s been months since I posted Part 1, because there was something about Part 3 that I desperately wanted to foreshadow. (It took me literal months to write what ended up being a couple of paragraphs, so that’s neat.) 

Series Synopsis: A mysterious supernatural baby appears in Wayhaven. As Unit Bravo tries to return the child to his parents, Avery is forced to confront her views about love. (Nate x Avery)

Wordcount: 2404

Tagging: @homeformyheart @crackerdumortain

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“Can you shut that thing up?” snapped Morgan, hands clamped over her ears, backed away into the farthest corner of Avery’s office.

“Oh, what a brilliant idea,” snapped Avery, rocking the child back and forth the way she’d seen on TV, “why didn’t I think of that?” 

The child wailed his disagreement, or his agreement, or whatever---Avery had no damn clue what he was trying to tell them. He seemed to react to the arrival or departure of certain people: quieting when Tina stopped by the office to apologize for whatever had happened with Bobby, crying again when Tina left, calming at the arrival of Douglas ("Was Tina in here?" "Yes, but she's on patrol now. Did you need some---Douglas?”), sobbing at his sudden departure, quieting at the arrival of Unit Bravo, and wailing again once Nate left for the Warehouse (where he'd apparently read about a supernatural species who could manipulate emotions the way the child apparently had for Bobby, Tina, and Douglas). 

This last bout of screaming had been going on for ten minutes uninterrupted. They tried every combination of people in and out of the room, none of which seemed to please him. He wouldn’t take a bottle of baby formula or a spoonful of baby food, which Unit Bravo had brought with them. His diaper was clean. And even Morgan’s pheromones, which amplified Avery’s intense headache, didn’t work.

“C’mon, kid,” she groaned, lifting the bundle of noise so that they were eye to eye. “Snap out of it. C’mon. Nobody likes crying babies.”

At this, he shut his mouth and fixed Avery with a quizzical stare. His gray eyes flashed silver.

And then, he smiled.

Avery breathed a sigh of relief, as did her vampire companions.

“Finally,” groaned Morgan, removing her hands from her ears and standing up straighter.

“Good work, detective,” said Adam, nodding stiffly.

Farah bounded over, a wide smile on her face. “Oh, man, I didn’t think that would work.” She made a goofy face at the kid, who giggled at her. 

And though Avery didn’t understand what she could have possibly done, she felt pride swell inside of her anyway. She couldn’t wait to tell Nate.

“Good job, kid,” she said, repositioning the child in her arms and holding up her hand for a high-five.

He blinked at her hand, and then he giggled and nuzzled her palm with his face, like a cat. She felt a smile spread across her face at the funny move. 

“They don’t high-five in the Echo World,” explained Rebecca, entering the room with authoritative clacking heels. She stopped in front of Avery’s desk, smiling in greeting, and the expression on her face softened further as her eyes fell to the baby. 

Avery felt the tiniest prickle of envy at the sweet sight. She pushed it away. 

“He’s definitely from the Echo World then?” asked Farah.

Rebecca straightened into Agent Lin once again. “We don’t know much yet, but it seems likely that he came through a small portal which opened this morning and deposited him in the forest, just outside of town. Based on Avery’s account, we suspect that he may be an Eros. They have the ability to manipulate one’s feelings of affection, attraction, and love. While their young are virtually indistinguishable from humans, the adults are not, and they do not have strong veiling capabilities. The likelihood of his parents escaping our notice in Wayhaven is slim.”

Farah frowned.

“But not zero,” continued Rebecca. “While Nate learns more about the Eri, you three will run your usual patrols, keeping an eye out for the parents. I will continue communicating with the Agency about finding suitable foster parents. And Avery will watch the baby.”

Avery blinked at the child, who clapped his hands in delight, and then blinked at Rebecca. “I’m sorry, Avery will do what? Avery has work to do.” She gestured at the tower of papers on her desk, which threatened to tip over onto another tall tower of candy and food wrappers.

Morgan sauntered towards the desk and gingerly lifted an empty family-sized Cheeto bag off of it, lip curled in disgust before she dropped it back onto the desk, spilling cheese dust on her paperwork.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Rebecca. “You’re the only one with immunity to his powers.”

She frowned. “None of them have felt any---”

“This is not true,” interrupted the Commanding Agent, icy green eyes pointed at the floor.

A wide smile overtook Farah’s face. “An astounding admission from our fearless leader! Who’s on the receiving end of all that love and affection---?”

“This is beside the point,” snapped Adam. "We are not protected from his powers, he does not respond to our pheromones, and our sensitivity puts us at a disadvantage in the event that the child becomes adversarial.”

“Are you afraid of a baby?” laughed Farah, while Morgan smirked from her corner.

Rebecca cleared her throat, and the room fell silent. “I will call for an Agency nanny, but until then, he is right. Avery is best-suited for the task.” She placed a tentative hand on Avery’s shoulder. “I will help you get set up. We don’t yet know what they feed on, but we will acquire it as soon as we do. I won’t be able to stay, but... If you need anything, call.” 

Avery glanced at the hand on her shoulder, then back to the woman to whom it was attached. If you need anything, call. Who was she?

~

The kid babbled happily from a soft blanket (which had apparently been Avery’s at one time), spread out in the middle of her newly-vacuumed floor. She sat by him, mildly terrified that he would roll away if she didn’t keep both eyes on him. She’d begged Rebecca to do the baby-watching while Avery baby-proofed and un-toxic-waste-dump-ified her apartment, but Rebecca refused, likely not trusting Avery to know what to do. (Which was an accurate assessment, to be fair.) Every so often, the baby would tap Avery’s leg and point out the big red dog on the television screen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Bwuf,” he said.

“That’s a dog,” explained Avery. 

“Bwuf,” he insisted. “Buh-wuf.” And then he made a noise that was one-third bark, one-third howl, and one-third hiss, before repeating, “Bwuf.”

“Okay, kid,” she sighed dramatically. “Bwuf.”

The boy giggled, yanked on her hair to bring her face down to his level, and bopped her nose gently with the palm of his little hand. 

“He’s teaching you Echolian,” said Rebecca, emerging from the newly baby-proofed kitchen. She smiled indulgently at the child. “It wasn’t so long ago that you were like this.”

She bit back a comment along the lines of How would you know what I was like when you were never there? and settled on, “Thank God I figured out the potty last week, then. I don't know if I could have handled both of our diapers." She lifted an eyebrow at the child and scrunched up her nose, as if to say, ‘Am I right?’

The child giggled back at her. If nothing else, he was a good audience. And when he wasn’t screaming uncontrollably, he was sweet and good-natured, except for the hair-yanking. 

“Your father could make you laugh like no one else,” commented Rebecca, eyes wistful. “All it took was one look, and you would laugh and laugh... That was my favorite sound in the world, your laughter.”

“After hearing the other sounds these things make, that would be my favorite, too,” quipped Avery.

Rebecca chuckled. “You didn't cry so much. You were always our happy little girl.” 

It was such an oddly sentimental offering from Rebecca that Avery was struck silent. She tilted her head at her mother, as if by doing so she’d be able to see how badly the child had affected her. 

And he most certainly had. Her parting words were uncharacteristically soft: "I'll check back in soon. I love you, Avery."

~

As soon as the door shut behind Rebecca, the boy threw Avery a wide-eyed look of disbelief, and he let out an enormous wail.

She groaned. “Her? She’s the one that makes you happy?”

He responded with a resounding cry and lifted his arms to be held.

Avery sighed, acquiescing to his request. She tried to channel her favorite sitcom mom as she rocked the baby back and forth. “Kid, I know you miss your parents, and you miss Rebecca, but you can’t always depend on them, right? Sometimes, it’s every kid for themself.”

She was positive he couldn’t understand her, and yet, his wail amplified at her words. 

“Bwuf, remember?” she pleaded. “Remember how much fun we were having? Bwuf, bwuf?”

The little Eros was unswayed by her appeals.

And his near-constant crying was only interrupted two hours later by a knock at the door. Avery, near tears herself, let her hopes rise that it was the parents, or even Rebecca---but instead it was Nate, wincing through the noise. 

And yet, he still scooped the child from her arms. 

"You really don't have to---" she protested.

"Oh, but I do," he cooed at the child, who looked back at him with quiet curiosity.

Quiet curiosity.

She stared in disbelief, not wholly convinced that she wasn’t hallucinating the sight.

"Hours," she managed to choke out, "hours of crying---both of us---I think I lost half my hair in his little fists---"

"You do look tired,” said Nate with a small frown.

She pursed her lips at the assessment. "But, like, in a sexy way, right?"

"As always,” he chuckled, brushing a kiss over her forehead. “Have you eaten yet?"

She sighed and slumped onto the couch. "Just my own words for saying this couldn't be that hard.” 

Nate chuckled. “Then I will fix you something,” he said, passing the child back to her.

She accepted the child back into her arms and sighed in relief when he didn’t begin to wail. But to be absolutely safe, seeing as the child apparently needed to be around Nate (and Avery felt the same way), she carried the child into the kitchen, where Nate was poking through the fridge for anything useable for a meal. 

“Have I told you today how grateful I am that you’re here?” she asked, scooting herself onto a counter which was, for once, free of clutter, except for a pile of various receipts and napkins with writing on them, which she would probably never get around to throwing away. 

(She didn’t know how her perpetual messiness didn’t bother Nate. And it was another reason why she was grateful that he could put up with her, even if she didn’t fully understand why he did---what in the world she brought to that table.)

Nate smiled warmly at her. “The feeling is entirely mutual. I’ve been meaning to...” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head a little uncertainly. “How do you feel about a stir-fry?”

“I would love that.”

He gave her a look she couldn’t exactly read, weighty and serious and heart-stopping all at once, but she found herself (thankfully) distracted by a pain in her scalp as the child continued pulling more of her hair. 

“What does little Cupid here eat, anyway?” she asked, rubbing her scalp. “Did you find out?”

Nate looked dotingly at the child as he explained. "We know that Eri can create love between people. It turns out that this is also how they sustain themselves, by feeding on the love of the people around them. Where there is an absence, they create it.”

Avery tilted her head, processing. “What does that mean, physically?” she mused. “Love isn’t...” Real, she almost finished, but she didn’t mean that, exactly. “It’s a chemical reaction. Does that mean that they feed off the...byproducts? The hormones or something? Like photosynthesis and plants?”

He frowned, as though the words pained him, the way he frowned when Avery made sarcastic remarks about serious, life-threatening situations. (It had annoyed her, at first, that he didn’t find her jokes funny. Then it touched her that he didn’t find her life funny.) But there was no joke to walk back.

“That is...one way to look at it, I suppose,” he said finally, attempting a less than convincing smile. “Like photosynthesis. And due to your mutation, he cannot feed from the...byproducts.”

Avery frowned. “So, locking him in with me is like sticking a flower in a room with no windows. I'm sorry, kid."

The child smiled a wide, toothless acceptance of her apology, before beaming back up at Nate.

"No harm done,” Nate assured her, “as long as he is exposed to an ample supply of love to make up for the deficit.”

She nodded, relieved for a moment, before another thought crossed her mind. "Okay, but where are we going to get---?"

But she stopped, realizing that the child was silent. Satisfied. Happy, even.

She looked at Nate, who was staring at her expectantly---but not for her to finish her sentence.

She swallowed as the realization hit her in the chest. "He got you too, didn't he?"

"Not all, Avery,” he answered softly, twining his fingers through hers. Looking into her eyes. And without words, she could read exactly what he’d been wanting to say to her all day, spelled out in the depths of his brown eyes.

“Oh,” she responded dumbly, heart racing.

From excitement or terror, she couldn’t tell.

“How long does it last?” she asked, tearing her gaze away. “Cupid’s...powers, I mean. What did the book say?”

There was a moment of silence. “It depends on the person,” he answered finally. “But Avery---”

“It’s not that I don’t want to believe you,” she interrupted, returning her gaze to his. “I just... I’m a scientist. I need...more time to gather data.”

She could read the hurt in his eyes, which he quickly veiled with a nod and a tight smile. “There’s no need to rush. I understand.”

But she knew he didn't, quite. How could he, when she didn't either? He'd awakened a part of her that she couldn't name. He filled her with fear, and it had nothing to do with his fangs and everything to do with the possibility of looking back and realizing it was all fake. That for all of her apparent knowledge of science, she'd allowed herself to be tricked by biology and chemistry, to fall for the idea of love.

#twc fanfic #twc #nate x detective #nate sewell #avery lin #queunit bravo

[i-rely-on-you]

Never Alone

She could see Rosalind standing there in the light of the flames beneath her. The roaring fire casting shadows over the woman making her appear to be even more fanatic than she already was.  

Farah could see the fire burning and the embers that were once the foundation of a whole city crumbling under the weight of the blaze that was Rosalinds destruction.  

The woman in question had heard her approach and turned her head to the side eyeing her menacingly. The grin on the older woman’s face positively feral. “Farah I am so glad you could join us.” her old mentor sneered.  

She couldn’t say anything, she had no words to say, no air to form them and breathe them into life. She felt suffocated. The smoke billowing up from the ashes of the destroyed city at her feet.  

But it wasn’t a city at all. The ruins shifted beneath her watchful eyes and turned into her beloved school. Alfea lay crumbled at their feet, it’s carcass spewing flames into the night.  

A voice pulled her out of her horrid observation.  

“Why don’t you come join us by the fire Farah. It is so nice and warm. Isn’t it darling?” with that the older woman turned fully towards her revealing herself to Farah.  

The sight had her blood running cold. Her breathing stopped and she couldn’t do so much as let out a silent cry.  

There in Rosalinds arms was her daughter.  

She was covered in soot, a dirty nappy being the only thing she had on for clothes. The once white cloth soiled with fluids she couldn’t name and burned in places.  

Her face was puffy and red, covered in blotches and what appeared to be blistering skin all across her tiny body.  

Her beautiful grey stormy eyes usually so much like her fathers were dull and lifeless, filled with tears.  

Farah couldn’t scream. There was not a single noise coming out of her open mouth. All she could do was look at her baby girl in the arms of her greatest nightmare.  

She felt tears running down her face, dripping to the dry ground beneath her as she crumbled to her knees. Reaching out her arms in a silent cry she tried to get closer to her daughter but with each foot she managed to crawl, they seemed to get farther and farther away until it looked like they were hovering over the raging fire eating up the ruins beneath them.  

Rosalind watched her crawl and her smile got even wider splitting her face at the corners of her mouth revealing sharp black teeth littering her charred gums. She let out a sinister sounding howl like a belting laugh.  

“Why so sour dear. We are having fun. Come join us in the fire Farah.” she boomed before they plummeted into the flames below. Rosalinds echoing laughter the only sound she could hear and suddenly there was another noise.

It was terrible and heart wrenching. It was a sobbing scream, choking up on its tears before they could fully form.  

With a start she shot up in bed, a scream dying on her lips. Her sobs heaving her body, making her choke on her own breath. Trying to gulp air into her lungs through the burning tears and snivelling of her nose, another scream clawed it’s way up her throat. And suddenly all the air left in her lungs got released and she screamed out loud, her power shattering everything in her near vicinity. Potted plants exploding sending dirt and soil everywhere. Glasses, vases and bowls shattering into a million pieces and being flung from the places they had stood.  

An energy field around her building up so fast it pushed her from her bed sending her tumbling to the floor with the force of it.  

And with the sharp pain of glass shards sinking into her skin she suddenly came back to herself. Looking around wildly Farah felt her lungs burning as they were filling with gulping breaths again. Noticing movement to her left she looked into the direction of the foot of the bed where Saul was crawling out from his crouched position behind the bed post.  

His hair was disheveled and he had a small cut on his cheek that led a small trail of blood down his face. He looked at her with big eyes trying to gauge her reaction and started to crawl toward her on all fours. Once he reached her side he touched her carefully not to move too abruptly. Laying his hand on her arm he took her raised hands and pulled them down so he could move into her body, encompassing her form in his.  

Her sobs wrecked her body in big convulsing tremors shaking her whole frame. Saul pulled her more into himself so that she was sitting in his lap heaving and crying and silently screaming into his shoulder. Her mouth was hanging open but no words would leave her lips. He had his hand in her hair, soothing noises passing through the air between them as he tried to shush her, rocking them from side to side gently. His other hand had wound itself around her back, rubbing soft circles into her heated flesh.  

She felt clammy and feverish to the touch and she was sweating profusely, her forehead covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her shirt sticking to her body.  

Slowly words started to register in her mind and she realised, it was Saul who was murmuring in her ear. “It’s alright Farah. I got you. Shhh Farah it’s alright I’m here. Shhh sweetheart breathe with me shhh breathe Farah. Breathe with me.” At that Farah tried to concentrate on his breathing, as he was leading an example for her to follow. It didn’t take long for her breathing to regulate itself into a semi normal rhythm again. Her breath puffing out of her in strong gasps while Saul was still rocking them from side to side. Whispering sweet nothings into her ear and encouraging her to breathe with him still. “That’s it darling just breathe with me, breathe. That’s it.”  

He stroked his hand down her back making her register the cold and wet state of her shirt still clinging to her back. It was making her shiver while small sobs where still rocking her body from time to time. Pushing herself away from him a little she looked into his huge eyes scanning her face for injuries. His hands coming up to stroke her face and pushing her hair out of her eyes to get a better view of her. “Are you alright?” he breathed across her face making her relish in the warm breeze. Nodding she lowered her forehead to his T-shirt clad chest and rested her head there for a moment. Feeling him grasp her head in both of his hands, fingers carding through her tangled hair, he took ahold of her and pressed his face into her crown kissing her where his lips met her scalp.

They just sat there and breathed, calming themselves for a moment, synchronising their breathing to each other’s heart beat coming down from their high together.  

“I couldn’t wake you.” he murmured it so softly into her hair she still winced when the words hit her ears. “I couldn’t do anything you had your shield up before I could even scramble out of the bed fully.” she let out a pained moan but he hushed her immediately. “I wanted to grab you but I wasn’t fast enough dear, I’m so sorry. You were building so fast I just wasn’t quick enough.” Shaking her head she dislodged herself from his grasp and looked into his soulful eyes. The depth in his grey orbs so deep, she wanted to lose herself in them but she took his face in her own hands and shook her head again before kissing him on the mouth, silencing him. She peppered his face with tiny loving pecks, kissing anywhere she could reach in slow deliberate touches. It wasn’t sexual but more of a reassuring manner. He was here. He got her out. It was alright. They made it.  

She stopped kissing him. Stilling her movements slowly she put her forehead to his again, just breathing with him in their shared space her legs still entangled with his, where he had pulled her over him in the desperate attempt to feel her close.  

There were shards of glass sticking to their bodies at odd places and mud caking their legs where they had crawled towards each other but they didn’t care. They clung to each other like their lives depended on it.  

Maybe they did.  

She pushed herself away from him again, eyes wild, a thought striking her in that moment. “Fae!” Scrambling to her feet Farah got up on shaky legs trying to stand. Saul reached for her again, trying to halt her in her movement. “She’s fine Farah she’s sleeping.” His words coming out rushed she could hear the sincerity in them but she had to make sure. “I need to see her!” Farah stumbled, her legs not fully supporting her weight yet, having sat in that crouched position on the cold floor for so long. Saul having scrambled to his feet as soon as she had tried to get up was next to her in an instant winding his arms around her middle keeping her steady. Pulling her to his body, holding her close, helping her settle her feet beneath her in some form of order. Setting one foot in front of the other with her he helped her walk the distance to the adjacent room. “Steady dear we’re almost there. I got you love.” He breathed into her hair as he was trying to keep her upright. Walking shakily like a newborn foal she managed to grasp the doorframe leading to the next door nursery.  

Upon entering the room her eyes fell on the crib and the infant peacefully sleeping in her closed off bubble, which her mother created for her each evening to keep noises from the outside from reaching her sensitive ears.  

Her spell had done it’s job marvellously seeing as the baby was still slumbering, blissfully unaware of the destruction having taken place next door.  

Seeing her daughter made Farah blow out a harsh breath she had been holding. Saul managed to get her close to the bassinet before she sagged in on herself again lowering her body to the floor in front of the wooden bars. Reaching her trembling hand through her own spell she stroked one tiny finger of the curled up hand lying closest to her.  

The baby didn’t even stir at the touch. Her little chest rising and falling with her strong breathing. The smell of clean and warm infant permeating the air. That unmistakable baby scent calming Farah’s nerves instantly. Dropping her head to the bars she grasped onto the wood with both her hands before turning back around, sinking into the waiting arms of her lover.  

Saul knew of the terrors that plagued his partners mind. Knew of the destruction she had seen and lived through. He had been there with her when it happened. But as much as he loved their daughter he didn’t think he could even fathom what Farah must’ve gone through before they were able to defeat Rosalind. The pain and fear she must’ve felt. Not knowing if her unborn child growing within her would even see the light of day. Living each day in fear of losing her to her mortal enemy.  

The day they had killed their old mentor was the day Farah had started to breathe again. Had started to live again. A life without fear. A life without having to look over her shoulder every single moment expecting that monster to be there to take her happiness away in an instant.  

The woman coming apart in his arms right now had lived through hell before they had been able to bring down Rosalind for good. And it had taken its toll on her. The emotional scarring still very much visible on Farah.  

This was the first time a nightmare had shaken her this badly, had her magic spike so unawares of its owner before. Had taken her so much by surprise.  

He stroked her hair out of her tear stained face and made her look at him before speaking softly to her, “Let’s get cleaned up huh? Up you go, come on.” And with that he pulled her up to her feet before half carrying half pushing her towards their en suite bathroom.  

Upon entering he switched on the lights, bathing them in the harsh brightness of the small room. He navigated the spent woman in his arms to the edge of the tub where he set her down gently before taking her cold hands in his own, kissing them softly. Kneeling there in front of her, up close, he could see the dark circles under her eyes making her appear even more haunted than she already was. He placed one of his hands on her cheek making her look at him, trying to get her to focus on his face. “We’re going to get cleaned up and then we are crashing in the nursery for the night, how does that sound?” Catching her eye he waited for her to nod her approval of his plan before he began undressing her slowly and carefully as not to spook her further.  

When she was fully undressed he reached behind her to turn on the shower to a warm temperature, as warm as he could stand it and shucked his own clothes quickly. Taking her by the hands again he helped her get into the shower and turned her back into the spray of water letting her melt into his front. He began to clean her hair and massaged her scalp with her shampoo and conditioner before carefully soaping her whole body up being mindful of little cuts as he went. When he was done with her he turned her around and away from him to face the spray for a second to clean himself up very quickly. He would’ve been concerned at her silence if it wasn’t for the fact that she seemed to enjoy the shower immensely. Humming to herself as her body warmed up under the steady flow of water.  

As soon as he finished cleaning himself he turned her around gently again and shut off the water.  

Helping her step out of the shower he grabbed a clean fluffy towel from the nearby stand and wrapped her up quickly before pulling another towel off the rack for himself. He wrapped his towel around his waist quickly and started to rub at her shoulders gently. When he was satisfied and thought her dry enough he lead her by the hand to take a seat on the little sofa in the baby’s room. He waited until she had sat down on the cushions before he crouched down at her eye level. “Are you still cold?” he inquired lowly regarding her intently. Shaking her head negative she replied with a low but steady “No.” giving him a soft smile. Seeing this made him smile softly in return before he started whispering “I will get us something to sleep in very quickly alright? You just sit here and look at her okay?” He nodded in the direction of the crib next to them making her follow his line of vision before settling on their daughter again.  

Putting a hand out to balance on the edge of the bars she smiled at their daughter still sleeping peacefully.  

He waited for her nod before he ventured into the battlefield that was their bedroom to gather comfortable clothes for them to sleep in. In less than twenty seconds he was back at her side and dropped a few articles of sleepwear onto the couch next to her. He took the towel she was still clutching to her chest from her hands and began to dress her carefully. Taking the towel to softly massage any residual water out of her dripping hair he finished his work with a kiss to her nose making her wrinkle it up in amusement.  

He noticed the look in her eyes had changed from that far away stare to something resembling deep and pure contentment. Dropping a kiss to her head he stepped back a little to pull on a soft pair of flannels and a T-shirt before taking both their towels and throwing them into the hamper in the corner of the room.  

Motioning for her to lie down on the couch he took the blanket draped over the back of said furniture to lay across her body. Once settled he asked quietly “Want me to get her?”  

Smiling lovingly she nodded, a twinkle in her eyes showing how much she wanted to hold their daughter right now.  

Saul went over to the bassinet and stroked their little girls head softly before reaching down to pick her up carefully.  

Bringing her over he set her down in her mother’s arms gingerly before lowering himself to the couch slowly. Taking the corner of the blanket he draped it around them like a cocoon, their little bundle of joy already having fallen back asleep between them.  

Saul had placed himself on the edge of the sofa with his back toward the door as if shielding his little family with his broad shoulders.  

Farah relished in the fact that this attentive man had chosen her as his partner. Looking up at him with a grateful expression on her face she was about to tell him how much she loved him for taking care of her when he reached across their daughter to curl a strand of hair behind her ear, fixing her with a look of utter devotion. Scooting closer he put his face as close to hers as the little body between them would allow before saying “I love you Farah.” He had said it so softly it almost brought tears to her eyes.  

Pulling their daughter closer to her chest she reached out one hand to settle it on his chest before quietly responding “There are no words in this realm suitable enough to describe how much I love you Saul.”  

Giving her a broad smile of his own he inched a little closer to peck her on the forehead softly, snaking his arm across her ribs, creating a small tent for their infant child. His other arm wormed it’s way under Farah’s neck so that his biceps made up a soft pillow to lay her head on.  

Laying like this Farah could relax fully, body and soul. The soft breathing of her baby and the strong heartbeat of her love under her palm making her close her eyes drowsily.  

Yes, it was true.  

She was one of the most powerful fairies in all of Solaria. If not the whole of the Otherworld. But lying here like this on the edge of slumber, made her realise again how insignificant her powers really were in comparison to the love and strength of the man lying with her.  

Without him she would not have made it this far. She would’ve perished at the hands of their old tormenter. She would have failed a thousand times over had it not been for him. Her anchor to this world. Her faith in life. Her hope.  

They would be alright. She could see it now.  

She knew this for a fact because of him. Her love.  

He would catch her if she fell and pick her back up again no matter how often she stumbled.  

And she would give him all her love in return.  

For as long as he would have her.  

For eternity.  

fin

@chibsytelford guuuuuurl I went full on masochist in this one 🙈

#fanfic #fate winx saga #fate the winx saga #farah dowling #farah dowling x saul silva #saul silva #nightmare #baby fic #graphic depictions of child death #heed the tags folks #child abuse #graphic depiction of a child getting burned #very dark

[amlovelies]

17. a teasing / sensual kiss for Serena! (or any pairing you might prefer!) :3

random kiss prompts

okay I know you sent this to me months ago, and I’m sorry it took me so long. Writing has been rough in 2021, but hopefully I’ll get it together soon!

This is the first thing I’ve been able to write in weeks, and it’s a bit jumbled and I’m not even sure if it makes sense, but I’m posting it anyway because progress!

This would take place after chapter 5 of Just another liability

Tempered

pairing: Mason/f!oc (Serena Willis)

warnings: lightly nsft and vague mention of past abuse and cursing

words: 1.5k

              I always liked sitting by water. Even when I was young, I’d often wander out to the nearest creek or stream and just let the melody of the water sooth me.  It had been one of the hardest adjustments when I’d moved away. I couldn’t find the solitude I was used to. There were always barking dogs and screaming children. I couldn’t hear the music of the water.

               I’d missed it. A fucking lot. There were recordings and shit I could listen to, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t same when I couldn’t dip my fingers in the water and feel the pull of the current. It wasn’t the same when I couldn’t throw in a leaf or a twig and watch it disappear, and pretend I could go with it.

               Wayhaven is more like home. It’s not hard to find a spot around its banks where I can pretend, I’m the only person for miles. I might actually be.

               It’s a good place to watch the sunset; the colors reflecting off the waters and painting the whole horizon in watercolors. It’s a good place to just be. To let the lap of the lake on its banks and the chorus of birds quiet all the swirling thoughts in my mind.

               It’s his cigarette that gives him away. The acrid smell of smoke interrupting my otherwise idyllic afternoon. I turn to the source and see Mason stepping out from the dim underbrush. He tosses his cigarette to the ground and grinds it under his boot.

               “You better pick that up.” I tell him before turning back to the vista.

               “Or what?” he asks with a smirk in his voice.

               I tap my finger against my bottom lip as I try and think of a fitting punishment. From his tone I can tell what type of answer he wants. At this point it doesn’t take much for Mason to get what he wants from me. Mostly because it’s what I want to. I would have thought the sexual tension would fizzle and die once we actually started to mess around, but if anything, it feels stronger than before.

               I’m sure our conversation will descend into innuendo soon enough, but I’ll try to keep it PG at least at little longer. It may feel like no one is around for miles, but we are still in a public place; a fact I’m sure I will conveniently forget the second Mason touches me. It is also fun just to mess with him, “I can think of a few new artists Farah might like. Really intense stuff, lots of bass.”

               He only grumbles in response, but from the corner of my eye I see him bend down to pick the butt our of the dirt.

               The log rocks a little as he sits next to me. I glance over as he settles into place, his long legs stretched out in front of him and his shoulder brushing against mine. Golden light bathes his features and I can’t look away. I should be used to it by now, but I’m not. A light breeze rustles his hair. I have to suppress the urge to reach out and tuck the strands back into place. Sure, I’d seen him naked and undone, but this feels too intimate, a tenderness that hasn’t been present in our exchanges before. I don’t know what would be the worse outcome, if he would stop me and pull away or if he would let me.

               “I thought you came out here to watch the sunset, sweetheart. If you wanted to stare at me, we could go back to the warehouse and I’ll give you the full view.”

               Warmth blooms in my cheeks at being caught staring. “I’m not actually here for the sunset,” I say as if that is some sort of defense.

               “Its about the water and the quiet more than it’s about the sunset.” I begin to explain. “It’s something I used to do when I was younger. Everything felt a little easier after I’d sat by the water for a while.”

               He nods, “I get it.”

               I thought he might. I figure he goes out to sit on the roof for much the same reason I got to sit by the water.

               “Though maybe I should stop. It’s actually how I got stuck here. I was hiking out to sit by the river, and then there was a light, and everything went diagonal.”

               “So, are you out here hoping to find a way home?” he asks his voice soft. Softer than I’m used to and it causes a twinge in my chest, the same one that’s been happening more and more. The same one I’ve been trying to ignore.

               “Oh, I couldn’t do that. Adam would miss me too much.” I make a joke because of course I do. It’s better to make a joke about it that to let myself wonder if he would miss me.

               He doesn’t laugh. Not that I really expected him to. Only a tiny sliver of sun still hangs over the horizon. I should probably head back to the Warehouse if I don’t want to be stumbling in the dark. I shift my weight as a I get ready to stand.

               “Do you miss it?” Mason asks and I know he means home.

               “Less than I thought I would.” I saw with a shrug as I rise from the log. The things I miss I lost long before I passed through the portal, or they never really existed at all.

               I can feel his eyes on me, studying me, and I wonder if he is putting his interrogation skills to use. It’s not a lie, but it’s not the full truth either. It’s hard to miss a place where I always felt alone and unwanted. Being here, being in Wayhaven is the happiest I can remember being in a long time. And that terrifies me.

               Whatever he sees he seems to be satisfied, or at least he doesn’t push the issue. If it was a few months ago I would say it was just indifference, that he doesn’t care about anything but his smokes and chasing tail, but I’m not so sure anymore. It would be easier to put him in that box. Yet, his silence never feels dismissive, but rather accepting. I guess that must be easier when you effectively a walking lie detector.

               “I should head back to the warehouse before it gets too dark,” I say as I rise from the log.

               “Don’t worry I won’t let any monsters get you,” Mason says with a toothy smirk.

               I just roll my eyes. I half want to make a joke about the irony of a vampire saying that, but the vamp jokes got old a month ago.   Little pieces of bark have dislodged from the log and now cover my backside, and I begin to brush it away.

               “You missed a spot,” Mason has his hand outstretched but waiting.

               I’m sure it’s just an excuse to grab my ass, so I slap his hand away. “I’m not going to fall for that.”

               “You’ve fallen for less,” he says with a shrug.

               “Don’t remind me.”

               Then he is standing, so close that only a breath separates us and I can feel the heat rolling of his body. Between that and the scent of smoke I feel like I’m standing too close to a bonfire, and if I don’t move back soon it’ll consume me. I don’t care.

               “Oh?” he asks, his voice gruff and sending a shiver down my spine. “Are you sure you don’t want me to remind you?”

               There is a part of me that wants to be petulant, to tease and coax, but then his hand is on my lower back, and our bodies are pressed together. It’s still not close enough.

               “Well, a refresher wouldn’t hurt.”

               The words are hardly out of my mouth before his lips are on mine. Kissing Mason is always an all-consuming experience. I am used to how quickly my body responds to his attentions, like a spark to tinder.

               But today he holds back, never quiet breaking the kiss he pulls back. His lips move over mine slower and more deliberately than I can remember. This is no flash bang, no explosion of leaping flames, but rather a slow stoking. A building heat until I feel like I have been placed in a furnace, and I am melting.

               When he pulls back, I can still feel the ghost of the kiss dancing over my nerves.

               “Should I continue? Or was that enough of a reminder?”

               “We both already know the answer.”

               “Still like to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

               And I do.

tagging (let me know if you would like to be added or removed 💜): @lord-king-saint, @lilyoffandoms, @tracing-freckled-constellations, @vienocalledmebuddy, @whippedforethanfreakingramsey, @utterlyinevitable

#thank you! #ask #prompts #random kiss prompts #the wayhaven chronicles #twc mason #elmshore #lovelieswrites #just another liability #oc: serena willis

[julessworldd]

I just read the Kelly prompt you just posted and it was sooo adorable🥺💕 could I please request a Kelly one with this prompt💖 21. “I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten”

I’m really sorry this took so long, but I got stuck about writing again and started liking another fandom. I’m back in the groove again!

Requested: Yes by @that-80s-chick​

no warnings: Just enjoy :)

Kelly having money was a good thing, he wasn’t crashing on random people’s couches anymore, starving and hoping his gig was good and his band got paid. At times it was like giving a five year old a million dollars, Kelly bought more bass guitars, other collections he had grown, I got new clothes, shoes that I wouldn’t wear all of them in the next 40 years to come. He was happy doing what he loves very much and got to see the world so who was I to judge and bitch at him about it. 

“Hey baby, wake up”, Kelly nudged my shoulder gently. “Mhm what is it, Kelly?”, I rolled over to him, rubbing my eyes. “Get dressed, I want you to come with me today”, Kelly grinned above me. “Alright, let me get dressed and I’ll go”, I yawned. “Yay”, Kelly kissed my cheek before leaving. After styling my hair how I wanted it, I finally met Kelly downstairs. “Hey Pretty baby”, Kelly grinned. 

Kelly went everywhere pretty much in L.A. it felt like it at least, “One last place, baby I promise.”, Kelly smiled. “You said that after we stopped for food, babe”, I whined, rolling my eyes.  Kelly parked his car outside a toy store, I watched as little families walked in and out, kids with stuffed animals, remote control cars, blocks.  “Kelly, what are you doing?”, I sighed. Only knowing what was gonna happen, I was grateful that the band wasn’t here. “I need something, dollface”, Kelly grabbed his wallet. “Why did they think allowing you money was a good thing?”, I groaned as Kelly drugged me into the store. 

“Baby look! It’s a beautiful five pound, bouncing baby boy”, Kelly smiled while holding a baby doll and handed it to me. “Kelly, this isn’t your baby. I’m sorry”, I gave him a fake pleading look. Kelly’s face dropped, “Not funny” Kelly pouted. “Was to me, cry baby”, I smirked, playfully pinching one of his nipples. ���Oh my god”, Kelly gasped. “What is it, Kells”, I asked, starting to get worried, I watched his eyes.  A fucking ALF doll, of course! God damn it, Toys R us! I cussed in my head.  “Screw us adopting that weird looking feret you wanted. I want him”, Kelly grabbed the ALF doll, cuddling it to his chest. “You have enough ALF shit, I want one thing in life Kelly”, I threw my head back. “Butttt babbbyy”, Kelly whined, like a child. Very fitting that we’re in a toy store and Kelly is whining about another ALF doll, like he didn’t already have eight of them. “Please”, Kelly snaked his arms around my waist. “No, you have eight already at home”, I stubbed up. I wasn’t going down without an ass whooping fight.  “Okay, I’ll let you get that stupid feret beast thing if you let me get him”, Kelly said. “No” “Baby, please! I don’t ask for much from you in life”, Kelly whined.  “Bullshit, you ask to fuck me over the counter, backstage at a show, Phil’s bunk, my childhood bedroom because apparently having Farah Facwett and Paul Stanley looking us fuck is a turn on for you crazy ass. To help you pack for tour, but I end doing it all.”, I cocked my hip out and had my hand on my hip as well. “I do no such thing”, Kelly acted snobby. 

“Bet. You’ll probably ask me to give you road head while we go home after we leave here”, I snickered.  Kelly turned around and walked towards a register, “Kelly Nickels, you get back here now!”, I screamed, a little blond girl looked at me from the Barbies. By the time I got back to him, he was at the door with a white bag in hand, smirking at me. “Get fucked”, I groaned. 

We got home and Kelly giggled in the doorway with ALF in his arms. “What a prat”, I said, laying my purse down. “Oh babygirl”, Kelly sang from his “homemade studio” “Yes darling”, I sang back. I walked in and Kelly was on the floor with all of his ALF dolls surrounding him. “They love him, look he has a baby ALFie”, Kelly gave me the biggest grin. “I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten”, I deadpanned before leaving him and his ALF dolls to do whatever bat shit thing, he was planning on doing. “I love you, baby”, Kelly yelled. “I love me too, Nickels”, I grinned. “Hey”, Kelly whined. 

#kelly nickels x reader #kelly nickels #prompt request

[jrctolkien]

don't blame me for falling iv

read part one, two and three first!!

pairing: tom holland x reader

he comes back after years and years and the press are just eating it up and you're falling too hard, too fast

an; this is the last full part, but I'm p sure that I'm going to write an epilogue to tie up all the ends as I cut this off at a pretty blunt point 🥺 I'd also like to apologise in the delay of uploading and I'm really sorry it took so long!! more at the bottom :))

the crisp autumn air was a welcome change to the stiflingly hot summer days that had cling to you with warm, clammy hugs a mere few weeks ago. the leaves were turning oranges and yellows and browns and the ones you walked past on your way to work swayed in the breeze, a few feet above your head.

the tension that you weren't ready to admit to was like a third person between you and tom, the kind that popped up all the time and was just so annoyingly constant. his work was keeping him busy and, in turn, it was keeping you busy, bustling around and making calls, filling out paperwork and overseeing every little detail there could possibly be.

you and tom were scheduled to take a short trip back to your home, where there were dirt roads and bad chinese and memories filling every crack in the pavement and being posted like signs up in every shop you could think of.  the only reason you were back was for the big rosh hashanah feast your mum was hosting, and your entire family was going, bar your sister. it had been a long time since you felt at home, since you felt safe and warm and cozy and so very not in london and your excitement was buzzing beneath your skin like a swarm of friendly bees.

rosh hashanah had been a major part in your childhood, and tom's and stacey's and harrison's. the warm autumn days spent with your friends when you were little, guiding them through practices you didn't know how to do and running around the back garden while the adults had their own time inside and the overall innocence of it was something you yearned for, and you heart bubbled with it in the dark of the night, when god was asleep too and when your soul ached for things and people you could never have back. your childhood seemed otherworldly, in your big adult body as you laid in your bed without hearing someone snoring over in the next room or listening to a sister bumping around in the dark in the toilet, the concept of the joy you had so foreign.

tom. he was always by your side, and you were glad that he was pressed up against you in the bustling bus station. "why can't we just drive?" he grumbled, frown on his face as a woman sneezed too close to him, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

"because you never offered." you snapped. "and I cant so. suck it."

"bitch."

"I'll tell mum not to make a bloody trifle if you keep going on like this" you pursed your lips, but could feel the playfulness dancing in your eyes, and laughed when tom shook his head furiously.

the train station was loud but so were your smiles, and the warmth they held told of love that was old and new, strong and weak but that would hold a thousand lifetimes, in whatever way it needed to. your hearts were destined for each other, and the world seemed to know about it before you caught up, brain sharp and heart guarded and with a man that had broken it a few too many times, but who was trying as hard as he could to fix it again.

-

your mother was a loud, joyful woman, all round edges and warm hugs that smelled of flower, and full, rosy cheeks. your father was a hard man with a soft, squidgy center that was easily gooped out after a glass of wine. he was stern, and the roughness of his jumpers and his voice was something you became accustomed to as you grew up.

"my dear child!" your mother smelled of flour and her hair was frizzy and wild as she clutched your face inbetween her hands, planting kisses all over your skin. "why you keep leaving, huh?"

you groaned at her, not pulling away and leaning into her soft hands. the months away from home had been a harsh change and you were thankful for the warmth and familiarity that your home held, with its creaky floorboards and roaring fireplaces and the people and memories it had. over your mother's shoulders you could see your sister esther, her ginger head poking out the window with a wave. your soul was swarming with a hundred happy bees, buzzing with happiness.

"ok mama," you sighed, taking her hands from your face and holding them with a smile, "that's enough."

"alright, alright." she relented. "oh, the cold! bloody hell, did you come by train? how was it, did it smell?"

"no." you denied, tom saying "yes" at the same time. you shot him a glare as your mother started to ramble about london hygiene, heading back inside.

"god, I've missed this." tom said wistfully, quietly, staring at you as if you had all the time in the world. his brown eyes were warm and full of emotion, and you nodded, thinking of an entirely different thing, of fast love held long ago and passionate, soft spoken love that hid under the surface now, unspoken but still there.

"yeah." and your voice floated in the air between you and around you, along with everything you were feeling.

your mother cleared her throat from the doorway, and you could see your grandad hovering behind her in a checked shirt and his good blue jumper, your dad next to him. nothing had changed. the wallpaper was the same, the carpets were the same, the stains on every bloody surface were the same. you could see your yellow wellies underneath the kitchen window and smiled, soul happy. it felt like a decade since you'd been back home.

"don't rush her." your sister rebecca said, her hands pressed together.

"she's hardly flipping mo farah, is she?" your dad said. "if she goes any slower she'll start moonwalking."

"the moon landings are fake, honey." your mother said absently, hand waving.

and then esther was there, dragging you up the steps with a humph. "you're turning us into a ruddy freakshow, yn, hurry up."

esther glares at the neighbours peeking around their curtains, her eyebrows raised as if to say really?. "bunch of bloody cunts. anyway, hurry up, you too tom, I promised ben he'd get to smell the city on you. god, you've lost a lot of weight, your boobs must feel like two tangerines in a sock."

rebecca hugged you briefly, saying, "sorry, we redecorated your room while you were away. sure you won't mind a bit of megatron on your walls, benny loves him."

"I had worms in my bottom." ben piped up, trying to stick his fist in his mouth. "mum says im not to talk about it outside the house. or shove my fingers up my-"

"ben!" esther snapped covering his mouth. she'd had him during college, and had had her future plans foiled, and was now a single mother, still living at home. "good lord."

"don't the lord's name in vain!" your mother snapped from the kitchen.

your dad rolled his eyes, clapping tom on the shoulder, "I think she can take the lord's name down to butlins in a flipping wheelbarrow if we have to fast for him."

"allan!" your mum shrieked and you laugh, leaning into tom.

"welcome home, love." he sighed, a grin on his face as your mum starts off into a rant about religion.

-

  "benny, don't touch that!" esther scolded, pulling her son's arm away from the candle he was trying to eat. "mama has to bless us with it."

"aye, the power of the lord is going to cast out of her into our souls and fuc-"

"allan!" your mother walked behind him with a lighter in one hand and wooden spoon in the other, rapping him upside the head with it. "the lord will be inside me."

"I thought dad was the one married to you, mum?" you quipped, the grin on your face disappearing as she glared at you. you could hear tom hiding his laugh with coughs from beside you and you kicked his ankle under the table.

"ok, ok, that's enough," your dad giggled, waving a hand for your mum to sit down. she did so, reaching for esther and your dad's hands.

tom's hand was warm in yours and you squeezed it when your mother started the blessing. it was an uncommon thing, for your family to practice religion too much. you had grown up in a relaxed household, only praying during holidays and in times of need. nevertheless, your mother wouldn't let a single word against the lord be said in her small house, faithful to him at all times.

"are we done?" your dad's voice broke a moment of silence and your mother sighed, closing her eyes.

"allan, im blessing you. I still have to light the candles."

"oh, sod it, love." your dad said. "im sure god can light a candle for us, wherever he is."

"god is watching us right now!" your mother slapped your dad's straying hand, reaching forward to light the nine candles in the centre of the table.

"a moment of silence for frankie." you said, and your dad nodded, bowing his head. his candle was flickering with light in the middle of the table, and you spied your dad caressing your mother's hand when she let out a sniffle. you longed to have a love like theirs one day, together through thick and thin and fitting together in a way that ended in hilarious jokes and tender forehead kissed while tucked away in the kitchen. to have someone hold your hand always.

a hand nudged yours, and you turned to tom with a sigh. he was smiling a forlorn smile as he curled his fingers around yours, the warmth traveling through your body. it had been a long, tiring day, and you were more than happy to curl up on the sofa in front of the fire after the meal, it's heat never holding a candle to that which tom gave you.

"alright, eat." your mum finally said, and tom ripped his eyes away from yours to grab the roast potatoes before esther could, remembering how she always nicked them out from under everyone's noses. the meal passed with laughter and the odd shouting, ben trying to shove a brussel sprout up his nose disrupting it all.

-

  the next few days passed in a blurred bliss, like the few warm days after christmas. the house was warm and cozy, with joy seeping out the wallpapers and the floorboards into everyone's skin.

the day yom kippur came, your dad was a grumbly mess, having eaten all the yule log the day before to 'stock up his starch store' so he could 'be a plant' and promptly being shouted at by your mother.

"that was for later, you fat pig!" she had shrieked and you'd heard it from upstairs.

"bloody hell." tom chuckled from where he was sat curled up beside you, squashed in your tiny bed. you would never admit it, but the last few days had been heaven on earth because of him, and the way he made you happy, warm. you felt young again, like your soul was running through the fields all day and coming back home to your mother's warm hugs and your father's jokes.

"wait, no, we have to listen." you said through a giggle, sliding out of your bed and tiptoeing out to the landing, where esther was stood leaning over the banister already. you snorted, bumping her up with your hip, "dang, what you doing out here with all this ass?"

esther rolled her eyes, stepping on your toes as your mother started up again. "religion, allan!" she shouted and you wheezed. "it is the most important thing in this marriage-"

"what about our relationship?" your dad's voice was warbly, like he was trying not to laugh. you could imagine his red neck and creased cheeks, the way his foot would turn inwards before he started laughing.

"god-" your mother began, her voice equally high pitched and warbly, "-comes first, always. as does the cake you ate last night. how are we ever going to get a cake that good again?"

your dad's voice echoed up the large staircase as he said, "I mean, wait a bit love, and you could probably scoop it out the other end."

"allan!" your mother squealed and you had to press your face into tom's cardigan to stop yourself from being too loud. your mother burst into a tangent again, your dad sneaking off when she disappeared back into the kitchen, muttering.

his balding head poked up at you from the stairs, a grin on his face. "wahey, am I right?"

"waheyy!" the three of you replied, you sticking your thumb up at him.

-

  you hated yom kippur, you really did. the hungerness in your body seemed to follow you like a black cloud, making you scowl. esther never left her room during the day of fasting, and your father drank protein drinks -'you have to stay hydrated, could kill, you know?'- whilst your mother forced rebecca to supervise her whilst she was cooking at the end of it all, so as not to give in to the temptation.

you were squashed into the small twin bed your room could hold, tom pressed up against you as you watched downton abbey, not bothering to skip the parts in the kitchen. "elizabethan food is dutty." you had said when you propsed the idea.

"thought it was victorian."

"no, they had the same queen as us."

despite the stupidness the lack of food seemed to give the two of you, you were intent on finishing the fifth season before the sun set, bringing with it the rainbow and all the colours you cared about, but also the promise of food.

"it's so pretty." you sighed when the sun began to dip below the hills rolling around your town, all the houses situated in the little dip in the centre. most of the houses  had kitchens on the second floor as well, for when the sandbags got pulled out the garages and the doors got reinforced and the downstairs began to smell a little bit of dampness, of the showers in the summer camp you used to be forced to every year.

"you're a pretty munch."  tom said, patting your leg with his hand. his words were cheap, and his hand was careless but his eyes were loving, and showed all you needed to see.

"what are we doing?" you muttered, eyes trailing over his face to the features you had known for so long, that had become ingrained in your memory.

tom inched his head closer to yours, "dancing."

"we're not too good at it."

"we can teach each other." tom said softly. "until we're old, and grey, and I have to help you climb up the stairs."

his voice was strained and it took a few seconds to pick up on the want in it, the way he pleaded like a dead man come back, the way his eyebrows were furrowed in anticipation. in fear.

"don't lie to yourself, holland," you smirked, eyes fluttering close as you lips touched his. it was soft, but with the hunger and heat of a starved bull, and perhaps you were in love and maybe it had taken too long. his lips moved against yours in a dance your own knew so well, slotting together in every way they knew how. you were connected by your hands, his on your hip and elbow, yours on the broadness of his arm, the other holding you up.

you separated with a sweet, welcome ease, lovesick smiles a couple on your lips. "don’t lie to yourself, holland," you repeated, "I'd help you up the stairs."

"bungalows are pretty cool." he whispered, grinning.

"holy shit." ben's small voice came from the door and you groaned before snapping your head to him.

"benjamin! where'd you learn that language?"

"aunty annie." he replied, words coming out of the gaps in his teeth. your sister, anne, had disappeared to the next country over, or perhaps the next, you had no clue anymore, sending photos of anything and everything to the family groupchat. the other day she had sent a photo of a candle, the caption 'ughhh uwu hashem' tainting your brain for god knows how long.

"of course she did." you smiled a harsh smile that made your lips purse.

"am I going to get a cousin?"

"no, sweetie, now go to mummy and shut the door please."

ben smiled another toothless grin, a hand that was sure to be sticky waving in the air as he pulled the door shut behind him.

"well," you laughed, turning your head to tom, "how about we do that ag-"

the door slammed open to a head of ginger hair and you saw esther for the first time that day, hair a mess atop her head and legs bare sans an entirely too small pair of undies. the hello kitties on it were a faded link and you would've laughed if you didn't want to kiss someone so badly.

"y'all fucking?" she asked after a stunned silence. her eyes were wide and crazed, and the edges of her lips were pulling up.

"get out!" you shouted after a second, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at her. "don't tell mama!"

and the moment was ruined, but it wasn't. the arm snaked around you seemed so belonging all of a sudden and the wheezy breaths that told of an upcoming cold didn't annoy you anymore and the rhythmic bouncing of his socked foot against your leg was suddenly endearing and you felt whole again, completely and utterly whole, for the first time in years. your hearts were finally bonded and you souls were finally dancing their dance in their own way, clumsy and uncoordinated but knowing where the other was going to step and melding into each other's bodies. whole was a nice feeling to have, however late it arrived

fin

an; rosh hashana is one of the best jewish holidays, its new years! it's followed by a horrible day of fasting, yom kippur. I've based the readers religious practises on my childhood ones, as I had a very religiously relaxed household, and the family aspect of the holidays came above the religious ones. also, reader's mother's view on religion is used as a comedic value and wasn't meant to be offensive at all.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland fanfiction #mine #masterlist #dbmff

[kazbrkker]

Chapter 3: Embedded

Chapter summary: With the help of the Aces, the Urzikstan militia successfully gained a step closer to their mission. Meanwhile, Alex pieced together the scraps to uncover a hint of how Farah and Hadir knew Alexis five years ago.

Warnings: mentions of captivity, trauma recovery, weapons and violence.

26 OCTOBER 2019, 1530 "Alexis" and "Alex", Codename Aces CIA with Urzik Militia Aqtabi, Urzikstan.

Alexis adjusted the headdress for Alex, checking if it properly covered his face. He snatched her wrist mid-air, staring in concern, "Alena, huh. Haven't heard that in years. Thought she was dead."

Alena was Alexis' latest alias, the second alias created in the CIA and the fifth alias in her career. Seeing how her aliases were on a strictly need-to-know basis, it was shocking that both Farah and Hadir would know her by name. Especially since Alexis had a habit of only introducing herself as Saint.

The silver lining was that Alex could at least pinpoint when Alexis met the militia leader and brother. Five years ago, then known as Alena, her cover was blown.

It almost cost Alexis her life, barely escaping from the clutches of the mob alive. Alex led the covert search in Moscow for her, but found no evidence of her presence anywhere he looked. He desperately combed through every possible lead, refusing to stop even for just a second. Alex searched high and low everywhere for a full five months all while she was in custody of the mob. Until one day, she mysteriously turned up alive and patched up in St. Petersburg.

She never talked about what transpired in her captivity, nor did he pushed. But it thoroughly changed her, left psychological scars so deeply embedded in her that even Alex couldn't reach. 

"She is." Alexis reaffirmed, stuffing his fleeting thoughts back into their respective spaces in his brain. Their gaze connected, nodded reassuringly as she gently pried away from Alex's tight grip, "For everyone's sake, she's dead."

"She must be. You took such a long time recovering from–"

"Alex, don't." She whispered, words coated with a layer of unexpected sternness that stunned the two. "Alena is dead. End of story." The words rolled off her tongue with a shred of hostility. She turned on her heel, fixing on her own headscarf wordlessly to end the conversation. Farah stood by the window gathering intel from uncle Tariq, they had a limited window to hit the airbase and they needed to take it. 

Alex sighed worriedly, chasing after his best friend. The trio checked their ears comms, concealed their sidearms and headed out. Barkov's propaganda was blasted all over the loudspeakers. There wasn't anywhere you could hide from the dictator's brainwashing audio. Blended in as civilians, they walked down an abandoned, bombed-out bazaar swarmed with heavy military presence. Alexis' face scrunched in disgust, steering clear from the soldiers with guard dogs, "I hate dogs."

The soldiers freely abused the civilians, yelling and beating. She forcibly dug into her palms to maintain her composure when she witnessed one soldier dragging a civilian into a store, gunshots shortly followed. The said soldier walked out, wiping his blood-stained boots off concrete blocks in disgust. The blood on his boots repulsed him more than his ability to mindlessly take a human's life.

It was a mess, all of it — almost Hell on Earth. As blood-boiling and downright revolting it was, both CIA agents had seen and walked through worse. By now, it only served as a living memento of why she existed. Cold, she knows.

Later, the three of them lined up for labor work to blend in. Alexis tailed behind Farah, sneaking to a side door while Alex was isolated to carry cinder blocks. They reunited on the other side, ambushing an unaware, strayed soldier who was ruthlessly punching a vulnerable woman. Alex nippily stabbed him with the knife in his boot.

Farah assisted the woman to her feet while Alexis stayed for lookout. "Karim?"

"Stay safe, sister." She was thankful they got to the woman before the soldier could have done more. They broke open a door that led into another alley. "You're resourceful. Good." Farah caught a triumphant wink from Alexis, bearing full credit. "Let's go. I have contacts posted just ahead. They'll have more explosives for us. A bigger blast will pull more forces away from their base."

The small entourage defended each other's six, stealthily hiding behind a truck. Four soldiers stood where Farah's men were supposed to be. "Shit. Barkov's soldiers have found my contacts. They may be dead already."

"That means they are already on high alert." They'd have to kill these men to bypass them.

"Can't go loud, we need a suppressor."

"Find an oil filter. It will silence your weapons. Check civilian cars. I'll keep watch on the guards." Farah stayed as lookout. 

Alex and Alexis snuck into a nearby garage filled with civilian vehicles. "You look for the oil filters, I'll go find some makeshift thread adaptors."

"Yes ma'am," He singsonged, the tension between them already dissolved. They had a code, personal feelings would never be brought into the field. It was a lethal mistake that both of them knew better.

Alexis attached an oil filter through a hollow steel screw bolt, shaking her sidearm to check its stability. She grinned when it didn't rattle, score.

"That'll do. Nicely done," Alex praised.

"I know. What would you do without me?"

He winked, "I ask myself that every day."

They met Farah back at the truck, "Alex, flank right and take the two. Alexis and I will take the rest."

Upon two muffled shots, Alexis dropped the soldier in her crosshairs. She fired twice, once to break through the filter and another between her target's eyes. Unfortunately, the suppressor did not silence their gunshots enough, evident from the new soldier bursting through the door.

And he had Alexis in his shot.

She barely heard the whisper of her name before she ran forward, kicking his kneecaps to debilitate him.

"Alexis, move! I have a shot." She heard Alex over the comms.

Ignoring him, Alexis skillfully ducked a swing to swipe the combat knife in her boot, immaculately stabbing into his larynx in one clean move. She calmly dug deeper, laying the almost dead but silent soldier on the ground softly after she heard a muffled crack. Now, he was dead. 

"I rest my case." She cleaned her blade from the bloodied mess, eyes crinkling at Alex's overprotective nature. He'd always have her back.

In the next building, they lodged some bullets in a few more soldiers and successfully retrieved Farah's explosives. They were ready for phase two of the plan – bomb the airbase.

"I'm sorry about your contacts," Alex said, a statement more than an apology.

Regardless, Farah accepted with a nod. "We have the explosives. Their sacrifice will not be in vain. Hide the gun. We're going back outside. Follow me, I'll lead."

Alexis understood Alex's detachment, sharing it. From young, they were hardened by bloodshed, numbed. The first lesson they taught in special ops was compartmentalization and emotional detachment. Having served in tier-one task forces, it was hard to let anything faze them and throw them off course. Years of witnessing murders and getting their hands dirty changed them.

That remained the case. Until they stepped out.

Hell on Earth. Alexis decided as they came upon a staged execution – three civilians hung alive by a crane. They were subjected to helplessly watch it unfold. She bit the insides of her cheeks, seeing more accused awaiting their death sentence.

"This is a god damn war crime." Alex gritted out in disgust. This whole scene was mortifying repulsive. Under her head scarf, her lips were slightly parted and staggered breathing. A rare sight of lost composure for the female agent yet nobody could witness.

Around them, no one dared to weep, even though the immoral and unjust scene would command angry tears for anyone. Shedding a tear meant sympathy for the opposition and in Barkov's eyes, sympathy was treason.

Freedom, a concept unfathomed by the great evils in the world. Evils like Barkov, each thoroughly convinced they were guided by the angels. On the right side of history.

"Punishment, for the stolen gas... Barkov blames us for stealing it." Farah stated plainly with a lack of emotions in her tone. Hardened by years of warfare too.

Alexis' fingers glossed over the cold metal of her .357 Magnum, thinking how justified would it be to lodge a bullet in the perpetrators this instant. It wasn't until Alex nudged her forward before she realised she was standing in the middle of a pathway, gawking. Almost attracted unnecessary attention to the group.

That moment, the two CIA agents found conviction in their connected gaze. Bonded by a silent agreement of a new crusade that they now believe in. Clearly aware that they were treading a dangerous line of emotional attachment, but could care less. They continued walking.

"What can we do?" Alex questioned, a newfound resolve in his tone. The empathy in their voices was clear as day.

"Accomplish our mission and put an end to Barkov's cruelty forever."

They agreed, forever it is. Hopefully this time, forever truly meant... forever.

The second part of their mission was easier, for Alex. As a man, he could use his cover to deliver cinder blocks into sensitive areas that she couldn't enter. While he had the easy way out, she climbed along the structures to reach the chopper she had to destroy. They managed to plant the C4 charges without alerting any guards.

Farah, Alex, and Alexis regrouped shortly in a safe zone, away from hostiles. "Blow the charges."

"Fire in the hole." Sharp bursts of explosion sounded without delay, the acrid smell of smoke penetrating their senses. Sirens immediately went off, and soon, majority of the military started pouring in to the source.

"It worked, multiple trucks heading in," Alexis reported, crouching behind a metal structure that concealed her. "Let's wait for them to pass."

The overwhelming trucks of soldiers played to their advantage as they crawled underneath their vehicles to escape. Escaping right under their nose, but not before leaving parting gifts of explosives under the engine. Their seemingly impossible escape was quick, under and out. The hardest part was over.

Just as they ran into an alley, they were spotted by an unexpected group of soldiers.

"Shit! Go! Get back!" Farah yelled and they pivoted immediately to bolt out of the alley. Farah flung her explosive-filled backpack in the soldiers' direction and detonated it in a desperate act, blowing their civilian cover. The sharp shrill of explosion attracted more soldiers to their positions.

They followed Farah and ran into the opposite direction, snaking along buildings in attempts to avoid the sprays of bullets. A slight burn in Alexis' arm temporarily slowed her down until Alex pulled her forward, yelling at her to keep running.

Another truck of soldiers skidded to a stop from their left, "We're getting boxed in!"

"I'm going to blow it! Right, go right!" More explosives went off at close range, causing an irritatable ringing in their ears. They expertly manoeuvred in and out of buildings, successfully evading the soldiers.

"Holy shit!"

"You're telling me! Farah, I sure as hell hope you have a plan!" Alexis replied, ignoring the intensified burn in her left arm and leapt out a window.

A putrid, horrifying smell of decaying corpses punched all the air out of their lungs as Farah unlatched a locked gate. At least a dozen bodies were casually littered across the dying grass, accompanied by flies and maggots.

"Farah, what the hell is this?" Alex spat in disgust.

"This is a damn massacre..." She almost couldn't believe what she was staring at – a mass grave. Only Barkov didn't even have the decency to bury the dead. The fire in her heart only burned bigger.

"More of Barkov's war crimes." Their ears perked at the sound of foreign soldiers conversing in the building ahead. "They're coming. Get down. Hide your guns, there are too many."

All of them dropped onto the ground, arms twisted to imitate the dead bodies. Alexis took a deep breath and held it, lying deadly still. Just she shut her eyes, her gaze averted to the decaying body of a child right where she laid. The image remained etched in her mind even with her eyes pinched tight, the outline of it was something she would never forget. A new unwanted memory that would join the other collections of horrifying scenes she witnessed in her years. 

A god damn child. Caught into someone else's war. 

She was the last in line, behind Alex and Farah. The gradual softer footsteps against the rustling of grass suggested most of the men moved forward.

A pained scream almost escaped from her lips when one of the soldiers accidentally stepped on her left arm, the full weight of his step nearly crushing her bones. He laughed, chattering in his native language about how this bitch got in the way.

"Alexis, what the hell happened?" Alex frantically whispered over the comms.

"Bastard almost damn near broke my arm. I'm fine." She winced, crawling up to catch up to them. 

Farah and Alex eliminated the remaining three soldiers on guard. "Quick, get up this ladder, the tunnels are just up ahead!"

She braved through the piercing pain and climbed the ladder, refusing to let Alex examine her injuries. Her spitfire personality mumbled a 'we can bitch about it later' as she went up. Well aware of her stubborn nature, he suppressed a sigh and only said, "Stay in front of me, I'm not asking."

Alexis obliged, truthfully too lazy for a debate. They hopped over a stone wall and grinned as more air reinforcements rushed to take their bait. Another left turn later, the safehouse was finally in their sights.

The front door, however, was wide open. "Stop! Shit, Tariq's door is open."

"Where's Tariq?"

"Dead. He would never abandon his post."

A pull of sorrow tugged at Alexis' heartstrings, unable to fathom a fraction of how Farah even felt. Although they were both soldiers, Alexis could never begin to understand how it felt to lose people she cared about every day. It only deepened the amount of respect she had for Farah. Weapons raised, they scoured their surroundings before entering the empty safehouse.

"Clear! Let's head down, get to Hadir..."

"You lost good people today," Alex said sincerely, sharing a look with Farah.

There was a look of longing in the commander's eyes as she stared at the now empty guard post, but it disappeared quickly as it came. "That is the cost of this war. Now, let's take Barkov's airbase so their deaths are not in vain."

"We're in for a hell of a fight."

"So are they. Hadir has a plan."

Alexis nodded at their statements, earnestness in her words. "We'll get them, Farah."

Alex halted the overly eager agent with a raised eyebrow. He climbed down the ladder first. When it was her turn, he grabbed her legs and jerked downwards, causing her good arm to slip from the ladder bars.

She fell right into his waiting embrace, hands on her waist to slowly settle her down. With her injured arm, she punched into his chest as though to prove a point.

"I know that's revenge for this afternoon," She said with a mischievous glint, thinking back to earlier when she angered him with her poor joke. She patted his shoulder teasingly and headed into the dark tunnels, nursing her sore arm. The tunnels echoed with her words. "Never pegged you for a petty fool, Alex."

"Maybe I'm just caring for my best friend. Where's the gratitude?" In complete darkness, she felt herself being lifted off the ground.

With an arm under her knees and another supporting her back, Alex begged her to stop thrashing about and promised he would let her down before they entered the light. He knew her belief about being a strong independent woman, and how much she hated sympathy tossed her way in moments of weakness – especially when she was injured. But anything he could do to ease the pain off his best friend, he would.

"You can shove that gratitude up your ass, Alex." She stopped fighting him, head resting on his muscular chest. Since nobody could witness her weakness in these dark tunnels, she briefly allowed herself to relax for a split moment.

"Starting to reconsider if I can live without you, Lexi."

Farah followed behind the bickering pair with a knowing smile.

a/n: hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. masterlist here. want to be tagged? let me know!

[samsideup]

🌹 THE ROSE 🌹 SPECIAL EVENT IN KL

The whole of last week I’ve been trying to sit my ass down to write this but I couldn’t.. & then life caught up & idk when I’d end up posting this, or who will read this, but I’ll try to put down the (broken) memories of my experience into words!

Prelude:

I took the longest time considering if I should buy the special event tickets (I finally bought it nearing the closing date). While I was so afraid it’ll be sold out, I was skeptical about spending another large sum of money on top of buying the VVIP tickets. If I had known that special event was going to happen- I’d probably have bought balcony tickets for the concert so I’ll get to hang with the boys up close (during special event) and also see them perform as 4 (I couldn’t really see jeff throughout the concert, but that’s a story for another time).

Event day:

I was confused as ever. No staff was stationed outside to direct anyone or anything the entire time, until 1:30pm when they were supposed to meet us. By then the queue for concert tagging was already growing (which explains my confusion). They called our names and lined us up accordingly (to the sequence that we bought our tickets in I assume). Then we were given our concert tags ahead of the actual issue time - so we were supposed to be given priority in entering the venue during the concert, after the top 10 tastemakers (but I still couldn’t snatch the front row- yet another story for another time). Soon enough, we were brought into the concert venue. For some reason, all of us who bought the special event tickets were not screaming all over. I think the staff thought it was odd cos she was like “okay yay!!!” in attempt to hype us up, to which we responded with low “yays”. I was honestly just too nervous at that point to react to her (I’m sorry!)

Special event:

It took place at the balcony area of the concert hall, so we had a prelude to the view that the balcony broses would have during the concert. We were lined up along the balcony, in front of a long table where the boys were to sit at. After we were given instructions, we just waited around for the boys. I made friends with broses who were behind me in the queue (s/o to my dear Farah & Nadiah who were incredibly warm!) and the three of us were just- we just don’t know how to feel at that point.

So I was just looking around and that was when I saw Hajoon backstage through a little opening in the curtain. I flipped and started tapping Farah “look look that’s hajoon right?!” the rest of the broses in line were unable to see it from their end- so i was just helplessly trying to wave to get his attention. I failed. Yes. Because at that exact moment he turned around to leave the backstage and come up to us. Saw a sneak peak of woosung’s back too tho!

I think it was when they actually appeared that I completely started freaking out internally. I was tryna look chill on the outside. But it really wasn’t working. Farah, Nadiah and I started asking each other “wait ok so what are you gonna say to them?!” since we were the last 3 in line, we literally asked each other this question a million times. None of us knew what to say. It was all blank. While queuing we also overheard their korean staff (speaking in korean) to make the line move faster (whaaaaaat) cos they were bored? I hope we were hearing things- but I doubt that.

So the boys sat down according to this order- dojoon, jaehyeong, woosung, hajoon. Dojoon was an absolute ball of sunshine, he was so loud and cheery. It was so contagious. Jaehyeong was WAY too smiley, I have nothing but heart eyes for him, seriously. Woosung looked so good. I just- he just looked so chill and cool. I- my heart- Then hajoon. He’s the absolute sweetest, just sitting there being a sweetheart ugh massive sigh.

I was so nervous I simply couldn’t remember my entire experience with them, but here are some of the highlights with each of them:

Dojoon

You seriously cannot help but feel comfortable around him. He’s just so cheerful and you’d feel obliged to match his energy- completely no complains though aghhh! He signed on the right of my scrapbook, where he was supposed to. Then he saw the post-it note that I had stuck at the left side of the book, written “hello my name is qian” in cursive. He was like “oh can I write there?” *points to the left of the notebook” and I said “sure please do!” he wrote “hello my name is dojoon” in cursive and I was like “wow your handwriting is nicer than mine!” He deadass said “of course!”. I was thrown off but ended up replying “you’re good at everything” to which he literally beamed at me *cues awwww in sunglasses*

Jaehyeong

I thought people were exaggerating when they said they that jeff was so good looking that they lost their shit. You seriously won’t know how that feels until you SEE HIM IRL. I was so so so mesmerised by his looks I couldn’t even remember what I said to him. He kept smiling and laughing prettily the entire time. I asked if he was tired from tour and he said “oh, no no no” in his cute little way (you’d know) and I told him his English really improved. He laughed and said thank you. So I had post-it bunnies sticking out of the notebook (& I chose them because I secretly felt like each of the bunnies signified each member). idk why the fuck- but I was so comfortable around him that I told him that that tall bunny was him. I feel stupid, yes, I’m well aware, thanks. Of all the things in the world I could have said- I said “this bunny is you” dear lord please help me.

Woosung

My entire universe. He was so laid back (but tbh it may even have come off as cold hmm). I told him I was from Singapore & I think that picked his interest- because he immediately said “oh cool! I really want to visit Singapore” and he repeated it multiple times on his own accord (so I’m convinced he really wants to!) i had to cut his excitement in order to talk abt something else lol so I talked to him a little more and when I was about to be asked to leave I deadass looked at him in the eyes and said “Sammy” he looked at me, and I pointed to him and whispered “smoke less ok” I only caught his laughed before I had to move on......

Hajoon

The last of the 4. I swear this is absolutely his era- his blond hair looks nothing short of amazing up close. I honestly can’t remember what we talked about because half the time I just rlly wanted to squish his cheeks (altho mine was way chubbier than his- so wHO AM I TO SQUISH HIS). But at the end I also asked him if he was tired from the tour. His eyes shot up from signing my book and VERY SMILEY & CHEERFULLY SAID “Oh... No! I’m not tired! Because of you guys”. & that, my friends, was instant K.O. Hajoon 1, Qian 0. Mmhmm

After signing, we went back to join the line to take our photos together with the boys. It happened so damn quickly- LITERALLY “with a blink, shot shot” and it was over....

To sum up this experience:

it was extremely short- but absolutely worth it meeting the boys up close. It was my first experience and I told myself it will be my only. But after meeting them for myself- my stand has wavered..

My takeaway:

Go to special event PREPARED. Memorise what you want to tell the boys, rehearse what you want to do. Be more prepared than you have ever been for any formal presentations that you’ve gone through in your life. Because eventually when you get there you’d be completely star struck (I speak for all of us) and you’d freeze and forget it all. You’d be lucky if you remember to breathe - honestly.

#RAW & UNEDITED YET #the rose #woosung #sammy #kim woosung #dojoon #park dojoon #leo #hajoon #lee hajoon #dylan #lee jaehyeong #jaehyeong #jeff #roses #tour #the rose in kl #personal #special event #mine

[b4kuch1n]

23° off-kilter on the carpet

Here’s the ported version of the Sleep Deprivation Fic (actually most of my fics are sleep deprivation fics because of who I am as a person, but that’s beside the point) just to follow the principle that all of my stuff should have a post on this blog. As of this moment, only mildly proofread because I spotted errors and typos while refreshing the AO3 page repeatedly for an extended period of time.

In which Todd walks in on Dirk laying on the office’s floor, and things go mild from there. 

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Read on AO3

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Dirk was on the floor when Todd arrived at the office. 

Okay, it was less frightening than it sounded. All three of the office’s employees end up on the floor semi-frequently because things just happen to them now apparently, and Todd can count on one hand the amount of times it was anything actually serious. More bad things happen to them while they’re just out walking than when they lay down on the office’s floor, if he’s counting correctly and not just blacking out the terrible parts. It’s refreshing that there’s one thing in their life now that’s not lethal.

Well, that’s not really fair; their life isn’t that bad. It’s just weird. Todd doesn’t mind weird, he’s just deeply branded with being a normal asshole, and now being a weird helper feels… weird. 

Anyway: yes, coming into the office to find one of your partners and friends on the floor would be alarming, if this weren’t Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency, and the person on the floor weren’t Dirk, or he were in a more curled up position if it were still him. Dirk’s reactions to bad stimuli and pain, like his sense of style and his bounciness and anything good about him really, are hard-earned and curated, so he’s entitled to letting them run their course, so if he’s in physical pain Todd will get to know. They’ve had that worked out pretty early into their professional dealings. Dirk likes to have conversations, unless he doesn’t. 

Todd has always thought Dirk is a straightforward person once one knows him. People never share his opinion on this, which is weirder than weird, because c’mon: it’s gonna take a lot of actual trying to outdo Todd when it comes to being terrible at people. 

Anyway ; Dirk laying on the floor: not weird. Has happened before, in fact. 

Todd checked the ceiling with a glance just to make sure nothing was tacked on there again (the ceiling was the usual blank cream), and then went to throw his laptop bag onto the couch. “We haven’t swept the floor in, uh, a week,” he said, just to throw it out there. 

Dirk caught it. “Jackets can be dry cleaned.” 

That was more curt than Todd’s used to. 

He came to stand next to Dirk’s arm on the floor. “Sure, you do whatever with your clothes, but we should sweep the floor at least. It’s the,” he checked his phone, “17th.” 

Dirk looked up at him with bleary eyes. 

Todd sighed. “Look, I’m not— I couldn’t care less about dusty carpet, I’m not gonna lie to you, but I don’t wanna disappoint Farah. She’s gonna be tired when she comes back, and if we wanna make our celebration seems genuine we’re gonna have to take care of the minute details too.” 

“Like dusty carpets,” Dirk mumbled. 

“Yeah,” Todd confirmed, crossing his arms in a valiant effort to mimic even a corner of Farah’s authority. 

They stared at each other for a moment, before Dirk looked away and muttered, “Day’s still long.” 

Todd sat down on the floor. He made a face as he lifted the hand he used to support himself on the way down. “Wow— okay, it’s dustier than I thought. It’s like— did we even sweep up after the Buzzer? We didn’t. Of course we forgot. Yeah, so… that’s not just seven days of normal dust—” 

“Please just… give me a minute,” Dirk cut him off, with a noticeable effort to be louder this time, and Todd took a deep breath and looked at him, carefully. His limbs were spread out and stiff, like a straw figure’s. His jacket was slightly damp, and his tie seemed to have flopped into its current, crumpled position when he laid down. He didn’t even move his head when he talked to Todd just then. 

Todd laid down next to Dirk. 

They stayed like that for a minute, then Dirk asked, “Why are you on the floor?” 

“I’m giving you a minute,” Todd mumbled. “Why are you on the floor?”

“Feels like the right amount of impact on my senses,” Dirk replied. “Last time this happened I also laid on the floor, and afterwards the stupid thoughts went away, so I elected to repeat the conditions this time around. Science.” 

That didn’t sound entirely right, but Todd dropped out of college to play guitar for an alt band, so. “What’s the thoughts?” 

“Alright, on review, calling them ‘thoughts’ isn’t very correct, or useful to the conversation. They’re more… feelings. Multiple, numerous, of unidentified frequency, and not lending well to words and sentences.” 

“Okay,” Todd said, “that’s definitely a not-truth at some level.” 

Dirk blew a frustrated breath. “Can’t we let it be? I’m laying on the floor staring at the ceiling. This solution has no hole. The thoughts will go away in a few minutes.” 

Todd let the silence drop for a few seconds there, and then said, as calmly as he could ever be, “But they came back though.” 

They laid there on the ground for another minute as the silence covered them; Todd glued his eyes to the cream ceiling, resolute to not look at Dirk. He could feel Dirk move his arm, and the deep breaths Dirk took. He focused on regulating his own breathing as well; he tends to forget to inhale around Dirk. 

“I don’t feel like a man today,” Dirk said, after the silence was thick enough they could float up to its surface. 

Todd didn’t expect that; he whipped his head over to look at Dirk. Dirk had an arm over his eyes, but the rest of him was maybe even more still than before he spoke. He was expecting a reaction of some kind to his statement, which— okay, that’s how conversations happen, you say something and the other person reacts and you react to that. ‘Twas just that Dirk seemed to be gearing himself up to something negative, which Todd… didn’t know where to land himself with. He wasn’t sure if Dirk knew either. 

One of the conversations Dirk wasn’t thrilled about, then. 

Todd decided to start slow. “Okay, is that a… gender statement, a mood statement, or…?” 

“Mostly gender,” Dirk said immediately, as if he feared Todd would retract the buoy if he didn’t latch onto it fast enough. “I just… sometimes I will feel intensely not like a man. Not in the way that means I’m inadequate to be one, just that I’m not one? It is usually less intense than that, I can just ignore it, but every once in a while it will morph into almost an urge to… rewrite myself. To reshape everyone’s perception of me. Even if it means…” 

Todd cleared his throat when Dirk trailed off and didn’t seem to know how to pick the thread up again. “What’s it mean?” 

“I... “ Dirk swallowed. “Even if it means I’m not human.” 

Todd took a few seconds to process that. Once it was halfway swallowed and he had about two fingers of his brain under his control again, he pushed himself up into a sitting position to stare at Dirk. 

“Okay, that’s— I’m not--” He gestured like a halfway stringed marionette, and then dropped his arm uselessly down to his side when that didn’t clear anything up. “Can you— just. Walk me through it.” 

Dirk removed the arm he had on his eyes to squint at him. 

Todd brought both of his hands up again. “Dirk, you— that’s the least weird thing about you. Or anything. I can say that because this past year has been weird as all fuck, and I can say that because the thirty-two years before it were the exact opposite. Literally after all the shit that happened to us, that’s nothing. Well it’s not, it’s— it’s important to you, so it’s important to me too, and knowing it will change things, I’m sorry I said it’s nothing, it’s that it’s— not weird. ‘S just not.” 

“I’m a tiny bit hurt, thank you, apology accepted,” Dirk said, and his eyes were tracking Todd’s motions now, okay, “and that’s not. Well, it is a part of the point, but also I’m… not normal, am I.” 

“Uh,” Todd said. 

“On many levels. Most people don’t experience the things I do, and really, I haven’t met another person of my same profession. Which is because it is a unique position required by the Universe so as It could move Its pieces around, which I am fine with, I could get used to the excitement, but something… Maybe.” Dirk swallowed. “Can it be too much?” 

“I don’t— I don’t get it.” 

“I’m tailored to a purpose,” Dirk said, and once again he was staring at the ceiling. “A lot of the things I feel are already pumped into me by that. At some point it will dictate whether something about me is necessary or not, and I just… I’m not sure where that point is.” 

Todd could only do more staring while Dirk barreled on with his thoughts to where they were supposed to end up. 

“Maybe it’s already crossed that point,” Dirk said. “Maybe I’m just a tool to be used.” 

“That’s the Blackwing speaking,” Todd said, a bit too hastily, but he felt he needed to. Dirk just exhaled wearily. 

“I know. But they haven’t been wrong about everything…” 

“Dirk,” Todd said, more firmly this time. Dirk looked at him. “They don’t even understand how your thing works. They’re terrible at what they do. You don’t— you’ve lived that firsthand, I don’t even have to tell you all this.” 

It was his turn to take a deep breath now, as he looked at Dirk and Dirk looked back. 

“You showed me weird,” he continued. “The world is fucking weird. Time travel is real, soul is extractable, there’s an eighty-year-old child making whole dimensions with a wave of his hand, my sister’s a witch travelling with energy vampires, I’m sitting here on this dusty as fuck floor talking to you. A year ago I couldn’t even imagine doing that for anyone other than Amanda. We became friends, Dirk. All of that happened.” 

He grabbed Dirk’s hand. 

“You’re human. You’re both human and not-a-man, that’s about par-for-the-course with how weird this shit all is. Honestly, even a bit subpar.” 

“I cannot be spectacularly explosive and entertaining in all areas,” Dirk said. There was a wobbly smile on his lips. Todd let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. “There has to be some specialization happening somewhere.” 

He sat up, a bit shaky, and Todd tugged on his hand. He initiated the hug. Todd couldn’t say he didn’t lean into it; things had been tense for a moment. 

“Thanks for coming out to me, by the way,” he said, just to not be an asshole. “It’s really good to know.” 

“It’s about time for it to happen,” Dirk shrugged into the hug. “It’s been one year already.” 

Todd smiled. “Happy one year of doing this, huh.” 

“Happy one year of doing this.” 

“We should sweep the floor”.

#Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency #dghda #dirk gently #todd brotzman #fanfiction #hey its the nonbinary dirk fic I posted the AO3 post for yesterday #gen. again because of who I am as a person. #I could write romance but judging by how that' went in the past Ive elected to spare the boys #trust me. read blossom hills. #anyways coming out; communication; sitting on the floor; all the stuff I hold near and dear to me #its loving your friend hour everyone #now I have to do french homework for the brother #have a good one stay tuned for other things coming in a day or two

[kieren-fucking-walker]

wednesday, march, september!

wednesday: name a fic which you have posted which you think is underrated?Oof. Um, that’s hard because as soon as someone likes my fic I think it’s overrated lmao. Also it’s really hard to quantify what rated even is when I don’t know what I’m judging it on? I guess maybeAs vast as the ocean, as far as the stars.

If only because it’s certainly one of my least read fics. Although any of my non-ship fics have the same issue really, I know why and I’m not bitter about it but if there was one fic that was read (and I’m talking read, hit count wise not comments wise) to a degree far lesser than my others it’s that one. (Although that said it REALLY bugs me that only like, half the amount of people who read the first two parts of my series read To Know Nothing (Dirk Gently) because that’s the final part!! That’s the happy ending!! That’s the point of all the suffering that came before it!! I’m not even bothered about like, hits or kudos or whatever I’m bothered that they didn’t finish the story!! (and maybe a littttttllleee because it took me months to make sure it was the right ending in the first place lmao.))

march: do you listen to music whilst writing?

Yes! And if I don’t listen while writing I listen before or while planning. Every single one of my fics has it’s own playlist (or song/piece of music if it’s sort enough). I share some of them in the fic posts but I’d share any of them with anyone who asked tbh. Music and writing go hand in hand for me, I struggle to properly cement an idea/feel for the fic without making a little playlist for it.

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart?All of them. Literally Every. Single. One. The ones that are little hearts and the ones that are like, paragraphs. I love every comment. I love them more than anything. Writing is worth it for writings sake, but comments are what makes sharing the story worth it. Kudos are like getting a passing wave but comments are like being wrapped up in a big warm snuggly hug and being told you’re loved and appreciated. I love them all, and I have a special folder in my email inbox where I’ve got every comment notification email I’ve ever had saved. That said there are a few that stand out. Any that thank me for being sensitive and honest with the more sensitive topics I like to write about, they mean a lot because I really do put a lot of effort into making those things feel real. I’ve had a few people say they trust me to write things like that which is in a similar vein. I’m not really one for gratuitous misery in my writing, so it’s nice to know that’s something that people have picked up on and appreciate? Also lets me know I’m doing a good job at not ending up writing pain for pains sake which is nice. Any comment where someone says they related to a fic or it helped them in some way, I got that a lot with my Farah’s coming out fic and my PTSD ones. Someone once told me that my fic was “so dope” which makes me laugh but also genuinely warms my heart? There’s some totally amazing reviews which have moved me to tears, and I go back and read them a lot. (I also do have favourite commenters who I get super excited to read comments from lmao.) But I think maybe this one, which was left as a comment by someone beta checking the last fic in my series, strikes me most of all:

“I think my experience of the show and of Dirk Gently himself will be richer because of these stories.”To Know the Parts of Me By Name - It was a comment for the whole series.I cried a little even typing that out. I don’t know what to say to that, I didn’t then and I don’t now. It’s so much? I don’t know, but it’s a review I will treasure forever because isn’t that the point of this? I try (most of the time) to write to move people. To make them feel and make them think and I want them to gain something from reading my fic, but something like that is just astounding to me. The thought that I could write anything that would make someone say something like that is just... yeah. A lot. If it hadn’t been left explicitly as commentary in a beta draft of my fic I would think they’d commented on the wrong thing lmao. Anyway wow that got long! Thanks for this

#intricatecakes #ask games #writing adventures #dghda #since most of these are about those fics #I do write and have written for other fandoms btw #I just currently have the most for this fandom #thank you <333 #ily #long post #asked me