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ivymarquis · 3 months

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I saw that post that @ceilidho shared of Barry looking all “tf are you doing out of bed” and then I had to write this down for John. Sidebar the title of this in my google docs is “John decides he’s keeping his ONS”

Get Back Here

Pairing| John Price x Reader Rating| T Word Count| 863 Content/Warnings| This is post coital with them having fucked like rabbits but everything is above board. This theoretically would be such a nice jump off spot for a darker twist BUT my heart is still mostly fluffy for the cod boys. I am working on something a lil unhinged with Price tho.

While this piece is rated T, I am an MDNI blog. Minors + ageless blogs will be blocked.

If she has any sense in her head, she’ll slip out from the sheets while he’s snoring beside her, get dressed and fuck off back home.

Of course, how much sense she has at the moment is debatable at best because he went and fucked her brains right out of her skull.

Forget pipe- The man laid infrastructure earlier and it’s already screwing with her head. Making her really have to try and talk herself out of the urge to see where things go. The only thing she needs to see is where the fuck her drawers went. Getting dickmatized is a real struggle and while she doesn’t often go out, she lets the soldier sweet talk her on the expectation that there would be a fair degree of “get in, get done, get out”.

Post nut clarity is nowhere to be seen on his end, as he’d tucked her into the spot next to him with the promise of breakfast in the morning. A well deserved reward on her end for all her hard work.

Maybe her brain just likes to torture her but she starts to think that she’s just not meant for casual hook ups like this. He is kind and respectful and a phenomenal lay and her brain is already trying to twist this to justify finding a way to wrangle down another night with him. She just needs to rip this bandaid off and go.

Chalk this up as go-to spank bank fodder the next time she’s lonely.

It’s easier this way, she tells herself as she peels back the bedding he’d cocooned her in.

Less humiliating this way, to sneak away in the night as the cold bites at her as she gathers her clothes. All the while he’s snoring up a storm, assuring her that he’s still out of it and unaware of her escape attempt that is delayed by not being able to find her damn bra.

There’s a small part of her that somewhat feels bad for planning to sneak out in the middle of the night, but there’s a larger part of her that doesn’t want to hear whatever is his go to prompt when it’s time to kick his partner out of bed and back to the rest of the world.

She fixates on locating her wayward bra to the point she doesn’t notice the lack of white noise as he -John- stirs at the loss of her. She doesn’t see the way he gropes blindly at the space she was occupying not five minutes ago, nor the way his expression screws down into a scowl as realization sinks in when he fully awakens.

She does hear his huffed “The fuck are you doing?”, lacking any bite to it despite the phrasing. What she’s doing is fairly obvious given how her clothes are gathered in her arms as opposed to rifling through something she shouldn’t.

“I, um,” she blinks stupidly. He’s a gorgeous man, just enough moonlight filtering through the window so she can see him even in the dark. “I’m getting dressed,” finally her brain clicks into place.

His eyes are squinting at her as he blinks back sleep, shuffling partly up to get a better look at her, the blanket pooling at his waist. Christ her knees are already weak just looking at him again. “None of that,” he dismisses firmly, “it’s too cold, love. Come back to bed. Promised you breakfast in the morning anyway.”

She has a decision to make, she realizes- if she’s adamant about leaving it’s not like he’s going to keep her hostage. He has to let her leave.

But, her thoughts trail off, it is fucking cold. And that bed is incredibly warm. And she still doesn’t know where the fuck her bra is.

“Come on then, back you get.” He prompts with a pat to the spot she’d previously occupied, and that’s enough to make her fold (she can’t deny that she’s been lookin for a reason to fold all night, even if a part of her knows this is a bad, bad, bad idea). Setting her clothes back in a neat pile rather than them being strung all over the floor-still sans bra-, she returns to the bed and slides back under the covers he’s lifted for her.

Immediately his arm bands across her torso, pulling her in snug against him. Well, there’s certainly no sneaking away now. After a bit of shuffling as they settle in against each other, John ensuring there will be no more half hearted attempts to flee.

He doesn’t snore-likely keeping an eye on her to ensure she’s not going to run again- until she’s securely in that half-awake-half-asleep limbo. It’s incredibly easy to slip into. The room is cold, he is warm and the bed is so incredibly cozy. The math is very simple and the end result is her dozing in the arms of a man she can very stupidly see herself getting attached to- even if he snores like a bear.

Come morning, John makes good on his promise for breakfast.

She doesn’t end up needing to find her bra until two days later.

#my writing #john price x reader #john price x you #john price x y/n #cod mwii #john price

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thenightfolknetwork · 6 months

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Shortly after my 7th untimely demise, I came into a bit of money, and decided to spend it on a small 19th-century estate. It’s a gorgeous house, complete with turrets and everything. The turrets were, ah, fully collapsed when I first arrived, and the rest of the house wasn’t in much better shape, but I knew it was a fixer-upper and was confident I could handle it. And I was right! There were certainly some surprises along the way, but a few months ago, I was finally able to start moving in.

As often happens with these sorts of properties, there were some pre-existing tenants that weren’t listed on the contract. My bedroom has an enchanted mirror permanently bound to the wall, the stables house twin 11-year-old ghosts, the kitchen has a automatically-refilling bowl of perpetually fresh apples, and the library fireplace foretells visions of doom—not to mention Stain, the black cat (…I’m pretty sure she’s just a regular cat, but she’s still very much a figure of the property).

It’s. So. Much fun. I was worried I’d get lonely! But now, I can get ready for the day while having a lovely chat with the mirror, snag an apple from the kitchen, go read a book in the library and tell the fireplace that they’re looking particularly unnerving this afternoon, and then chop vegetables for dinner while supervising the kids’ potion-making—I usually don’t care for children, but these two are delightfully precocious, and it’s been a while since I’ve had apprentices. And Stain—she’s wrapped around my shoulders while I write this—she looks like she got hit by a car! She’s adorable.

We all have our spats, but the estate is big enough for us to have our own spaces, and we’re all doing our best to ~communicate~, as you like to say. It’s going swimmingly. Except.

Like most old properties, the house has collected a fair amount of dust over time. In this case, though, all those dust bunnies turned… sentient. Overall, they’re perfectly pleasant to the rest of us, but like to be left to their own devices and aren’t keen on doing what others want. I certainly won’t be judging them for it.

However, while the estate was left to fall into disrepair, the rifts that developed were—are—oh, how do I say this. Well. I probably shouldn’t beat around the bush. I’m having, er, dust bunny gang wars? In my house? And I am fed up with it! The mirror needs cleaning twice a day, the apples have to be washed before eating, Stain’s getting frankly concerning hairballs, and the twins—! Actually, they seem to be rather well-adjusted. I think they may be betting on the fights with the fireplace.

Anyway. As for me, in most of the house, the turf allotments are pretty stable. Not so for the room directly under my bedroom. Practically every other day in there’s a dust bath, and I just can’t sleep with all of the snapping and coordinated dancing and bloodcurdling screams going on.

I’d like to be able to finish moving in to my home. I was even hoping to set up my spinning wheel in that room, but I can’t expose all of those loose fibers to the dust. I am very literally losing sleep over this. What should I do?

Oh, reader. What a frustrating situation! I would like to commend you for your commitment to sharing your home with its previous occupants, and in your success at building a home together you can all enjoy. At least, most of the time.

I understand that the dust bunny population prefer to keep to themselves and enjoy their own autonomy. And I think you're right to respect that preference, to a degree. But their behaviour is now infringing unacceptably on the peace and comfort of your home's other residence. Enough is enough.

Your first step it to try and open lines of communication between yourself and the bunnies. A simple communication ritual should suffice. Set yourself up with a talking board and few candles, and see if you can encourage the bunnies to speak to you directly.

If you're thinking this sounds rather similar to methods used to contact the more antisocial members of the spirit community, you'd be correct. You are trying to speak to sentient dust, and statistically speaking, household dust is largely composed of dead skin cells. A little light necromancy should see you well on your way to negotiating a lasting peace.

As with any peace negotiation, there will be compromises. Before you start this process, think carefully about what you are and aren't willing to give up – and what it is, precisely, you're asking for.

Are you trying to claim the spare room as your own territory, or declaring it a no man's land? Do you intend to act as an intermediary between dust bunny factions, mediating for a broader peace, or are you simply trying to put limits on how these factions behave in the shared spaces of your home?

With clarity of purpose and a commitment to communication and compromise, I think you'll be able to find your way to a solution that works for everyone. If no solution is forthcoming, you might consider a small show of force to encourage co-operation. A new vacuum cleaner, featured in a prominent position in the contested territory, for example.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies #this one was a lot of fun lmao #i love the idea of dust bunny gang warfare including musical numbers

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otomiyaa · 14 days

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The Foreigner

JingRen AU ft. Sampo

A/N: Posting this here after all cuz why not. A fic I wrote for a friend a while ago. I got the request for lee Sampo and lers Jing Yuan and Blade, we brainstormed a little and this was the result. Please note I'm currently still catching up on 2.1 so be careful with talking to me about any Honkai lore/spoilers 😅

Summary: Jing Yuan and Blade confront a mysterious foreigner called Sampo Koski who tried to sneak into the Xianzhou Luofu. Things get quite interesting, for all three of them. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 2.2K

He was late. Jing Yuan glanced at the door. Usually around this time of the day, Blade would make his entrance. A moment he found himself looking forward to more than he would like to admit. Blade visiting his office like a regular visitor was something he couldn’t have dreamed of for many many years.

Ever since Blade had come to accept and realize that Dan Feng was truly gone, his waves of mara-caused madness started to reduce significantly. With time, Jing Yuan was delighted to finally see some traces of his trusted old friend, who despite their differences appeared motivated to exchange his Stellaron Hunter missions for regular visits, reporting to Jing Yuan about occurrences in the world, the good and bad.

As they grew closer through these frequent visits, the feelings of familiarity may have gotten Jing Yuan a little too confident in reconciling with Blade, suggesting him to leave behind the Stellaron Hunters indefinitely and aid him with his duties at the Xianzhou Luofu instead.

Surely he did not expect Blade would agree. Well, Kafka’s support may have played a vital role. Even if Blade would have said ‘no’, she seemed to insist he should stay behind and find a new role to fulfill, fully supporting the ‘happiness of Bladie’.

Jing Yuan smiled. He felt comfortable, spending time with Blade who he shared a past with that connected them like no one else at the Xianzhou Luofu. Jing Yuan was just closing his eyes to reminisce about the past some more, when finally the door opened and Blade arrived.

“Welcome back, Captain. You are quite late,” Jing Yuan said fondly. He nowadays called Blade captain, even though he was never officially assigned to such a position, he often assisted him so much he might as well be one.

“Jing Yuan. There’s an infiltrant,” was Blade’s short answer. Jing Yuan chuckled. Blade was not the small-talk kind of person.

“An infiltrant hm? Fine. Send him in.”

He loved to see how Blade was literally treated as a captain when he merely had to call out “Guards!” and they came in to bring in their… guest.

“We brought the infiltrant,” they reported, shoving the man forward. Blade caught the stranger by the arm.

“Infiltrant? Now now now!” the man responded in a theatrical manner, pulling himself free before spreading his arms and making a full 360 degree twirl. Blade simply caught him again, shaking his head.

“Hello General,” Yanqing said, joining Blade, the foreigner and two guards in Jing Yuan’s office.

“This man was caught making his way into the Xianzhou ships. We do not know how he boarded, nor what his intentions are. When we demanded him to tell us his identity, he said-”

“-that I am Sampo Koski, a businessman, chaperon, and problem-solving conversationalist, visiting all the way from Belobog to help boost your economy.”

“....That,” Yanqing said. Jing Yuan stared at all of them, then at Sampo, and at Blade. He chuckled.

“Interesting,” he hummed. “Yanqing, please get in touch with our friends from the Astral Express. If this foreigner claims to visit from Jarilo-VI, they might be familiar with him. In the meantime, I will question him here. Blade, if you could assist…”

Blade nodded and dragged Sampo towards him while Yanqing and the guards left the room. As soon as the door closed, it was silent.

“So. Sampo Koski,” Jing Yuan said slowly, walking closer to study the man’s remarkable appearance.

“For what reason, may I ask, would you visit the Xianzhou Luofu? Unannounced, uninvited. Startling my men,” Jing Yuan wondered.

“Business! Business of course. I come in peace, General.”

Jing Yuan exchanged glances with Sampo. “Did they search him?” he asked. Blade did not answer but while not letting go of Sampo’s arm, instantly began to feel around his pockets.

“Hehehey! Woohaha, cahahareful!” Sampo laughed, dancing and wiggling under the sudden touch. Jing Yuan noted the funny laugh, and Blade reacted with a low grunt.

“Quit your squirming,” he huffed, continuing to search him.

“Let me help. Hold him still,” Jing Yuan said. To think Blade had ever been his prisoner before. Back then he would not have appreciated Jing Yuan telling him commands like this. How times had changed. Right now they worked together, and he smiled when Blade held both Sampo’s arms tightly so Jing Yuan could search his pockets. It made him laugh a lot.

“Hehehello! Sohoho inahahapropriate!” he cackled. Jing Yuan glanced at him. Was he that sensitive? Honestly.

“Credits, a lot of them. Not the usual amount you expect one should carry. Where did you get them?” Jing Yuan asked, putting his findings aside.

“Theft! Hey! I earned those, fair and square. Like I said, I’m an innocent fella coming over to do business! Hehehey stohohop!” Sampo yelled when Jing Yuan patted higher to find if anything else was hidden under his clothes.

“What is his problem ?” Blade asked. He sounded so frustrated it made Jing Yuan smile. How amusing.

“Never met a ticklish person before, Blade?” he asked. To demonstrate he pinched Sampo’s lower side, eliciting a loud yelp from the man.

“That’s nohohot okay !” he protested. The pinch was effective though, since Jing Yuan felt something right at that spot.

“Blade… Hold him tight.”

He probably didn’t need to tell him that, and Jing Yuan calmly tugged at Sampo’s clothing, fingers digging underneath it to grasp the thing he felt just now. Not without the unnecessary noise though.

“Hehehey! Wahahatch it! Hahaharrassmehehent!” he laughed. It was a crumbled piece of paper. Jing Yuan unfolded it and turned it for Blade and Sampo to see.

“A wanted poster? Yours?” he asked, confused. He looked at it again and frowned to see someone’s signature on it. It was very curly and gracious, but not informative.

“So, you claim to be from… Belobog. Should we rephrase that into: a wanted criminal from Belobog?” he asked, holding up the poster again. Sampo gasped.

“Me, a criminal? Nooo. That signature, you see. It’s from Gepard Landau himself!”

Jing Yuan and Blade exchanged glances.

“Who?”

Sampo nodded triumphantly. “Geppie. Captain of Silvermane Guards, very skilled, very handsome. He signed that for me. It’s just a token of our relationship.”

“...Why would he sign this?” Jing Yuan couldn’t help but think this man was wasting his time, but at the same time, he was wasting both his and Blade’s time, which made this situation only more amusing and entertaining.

“It’s a long story. But you see Gepard likes me. So, I can only suggest you release me. Let’s not jeopardize the diplomatic relationship between Belobog and the Xianzhou Luofu now shall we?”

“I have no idea what diplomatic relationship he is speaking of. Do you want me toー?” Blade already made a motion to get violent with the poor rambling man, but at that moment Yanqing came in.

“I received word from the Astral Express. Sampo Koski is indeed confirmed to be a mercenary from the Underworld of Belobog,” Yanqing reported.

Sampo raised his eyebrows. “You see?” he asked.

“They also say he can’t be trusted.”

Sampo’s jaw dropped. “Wait - t-that’s all they’re saying? Let them demand my release! March 7th and Stelle are my best, best friends!” he rambled. Jing Yuan almost wanted to laugh at the fact that Dan Heng wasn’t mentioned in this context.

“No one is demanding anyone’s release. Thank you, Yanqing. We will deal with him accordingly,” Jing Yuan thanked him, and Yanqing nodded and left them alone again.

“So, business man from Belobog. Whether you are wanted by Jarilo-VI’s Silvermane Guards or not, one question remains unclear. Why are you here , and how did you slip past the guards on our ship?”

“I know of ways to make him talk if y-” Blade was cut off by Sampo’s renewed bouts of laughter; Jing Yuan casually tapped his fingers against his lower side, impressed by how much it tickled him.

“I do too, Blade. Trust me,” he said, improvising. If his relation to Belobog was still unclear, he was not going to bring harm to him. However, if this man already proved to be this ticklish from a mere pat-down, then he was more than happy to see how much this certain sensitivity could help them further.

“What are you doing?” Blade hissed, barely hearable through Sampo’s laughter.

“Persuading our guest, Blade. If he’s a friend of this Captain Gepard Landau, it is not my intent to hurt him. However, some persuasion to give us more information will do the trick.”

Jing Yuan clawed very lightly at Sampo’s lower sides, and the man jerked in Blade’s hold.

“Hehehehey nohohot thahahat!” he shrieked. Oh, this was way too easy.

“Persuasion? You are playing around,” Blade responded, but Sampo’s arms were still trapped in his grip and he wasn’t letting go.

Blade’s confusion and frustration only encouraged Jing Yuan more to keep up this silly game with their foreign guest.

“Join me, Blade,” Jing Yuan said, smiling gently at Blade who looked like he was having the worst day ever.

“You have to be kidding me,” he replied angrily. With Sampo Koski’s hysterical laughter in the background, it only sounded funnier.

“I am not,” Jing Yuan said. Blade rolled his eyes.

“You are insufferable,” he said, but still he did let go of Sampo so he could claw viciously all over his ribs, almost looking like he was going to tear the man apart, but the tickling did seem to be working since Sampo flailed his freed arms wildly and screeched.

“WHAHahat ihihis this ahahah! This plahahace is sohoho weheheird!” he laughed. Jing Yuan didn’t care that he was giving the impression that this was the normal way of doing interrogations at the Xianzhou Luofu. He was having fun with Blade here, and he was convincing the mysterious foreigner to speak the truth. Two flies, one stone.

“See? It’s easy,” Jing Yuan said when Blade effortlessly moved his fingers against Sampo’s torso, making him laugh and wheeze as he struggled in between them.

“It’s ridiculous,” Blade argued. And yet, he was cooperating. Jing Yuan smiled. He had switched his tactics to poking Sampo’s tummy relentlessly, and he went back to interrogating him.

“Mr. Koski, if you wish to make the torture stop, I encourage you to confess everything we want to know. Who are you really, why and how are you here. It’s that simple.”

“AHahahah! I cahahan’t tahahalk like thihiihis!”

“You are talking now, so I’m sure you’ll-” mid-tickle, Jing Yuan’s hands accidentally touched Blade’s, and for some reason that made him stop talking. Blade immediately pulled his hands back and moved them up all of a sudden, digging his fingers under Sampo’s arms and tickling his armpits viciously.

“You know what you are doing,” Jing Yuan complimented while Sampo’s voice did quite something else.

“AAAHAHahah hahahang on! Ahahaalright - I’ll speheheheak! Nonono not thehehere!”

“Stop talking,” Blade said. Was he… flustered? Maybe a little. Jing Yuan chuckled.

“I can’t help it. It makes me happy that perhaps you may remember we used to do this, back in the High-Cloud Quintet days.”

“Nonsense,” Blade said, but he wasn’t reacting too harshly.

“Do you remember?” Jing Yuan urged.

“I do not.”

Jing Yuan smiled fondly. If he was the only one remembering that in a distant past they would get silly and tickle each other - well mostly he would tickle Yingxing and piss him off - then maybe one day he should help Blade remember.

“I sahahaid I’ll speheheak! Nohohoo !” Jing Yuan only noticed now he had been drilling his fingers into Sampo’s torso while keeping his eyes locked with Blade’s.

Blade also blinked and dug his fingers under Sampo’s arms some more, making him howl.

“Whhaahaht is happeniihihiing aaahahaha!” Sampo cried helplessly, unable to shake both of them off. Jing Yuan figured they had gotten a little lost in their own world, and he snapped out of it.

“Right. That should do it.” Blade understood him well and also stopped the tickling. Sampo sank on his knees and gasped for air.

“I can handle it from here. Will I see you at dinner, later?” Jing Yuan asked. Blade looked at him, his expression somehow different than before the strange shared tickle interrogation thing, and he nodded.

“Yes. Later.” He walked away and left the room. Only Sampo was still left, on his hands and knees, shivering as he recovered from his laughing fit.

“Mr. Koski, shall we try again? I ask you a question, and you give me your honest answer.”

“Or else… You’ll tickle me huh?” Sampo said breathlessly. Jing Yuan chuckled.

“I might.”

“A-alright then,” Sampo said, and as he started to talk in a less arrogant and theatrical, more serious manner, Jing Yuan listened, but at the same time drifted off as he thought of Blade.

He wasn’t sure if it was the nostalgia, or the shared action of making a random person laugh. Laughter could be a medicine after all, even if it wasn’t their own?

Somehow he felt like this encounter with the strange foreigner changed something between them, in a positive way, and he couldn’t wait to improve and rebuild his relationship with Blade more after this. Heh. Thank you. Sampo Koski.

#honkai star rail #jingren #sampo koski #jing yuan #blade #tickling #tickle fic #otomiya!writes #hsr #au #lee!sampo #ler!jingyuan #ler!blade

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silver-wield · 1 month

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Relationship Development

Talks about Tifa

Bitches about how Cloud gave Tifa the flower she, as a peddler, forced on him for free.

Whines about fate

Wants reassurance she wasn't selfish and insulting Zack to his parents (she was)

Whining again about how nobody liked her and how "hard" her life was, knowing there's people with her who were literally tortured and had their entire homes burned by Shinra.

Tries to make him into a "ladies man" like she thinks Zack is.

What am I doing? Well, I'm pointing out how none of Aerith's convo options showcase any developing relationship between her and Cloud that isn't about her. She uses him to reassure herself when she's being a whiny bitch, but the rest of the time she's talking about others or chewing him out for imagined slights against her. Nothing between them is mutual or that positive. Even when she tries to make a prediction about his behaviour, it's wrong because he's not like Zack.

And those are the best options. The worst ones she just whines and looks disappointed he doesn't wanna indulge her the way Zack would while he gets mad at her for being a whiny flake.

There's no future being talked about between them. The only past is her complaining he gave a flower to another girl. There's nothing that says Cloud plans to have a life with this girl in the future or that he even plans to be around her in the future.

Also her convos have no link to the narrative. Her talking to Cloud about Tifa makes no difference to any scenes later. Even the choice with Zack's parents doesn't matter because Tifa appears and the cut scene covers over the choice that was made.

Plans to return to 7th heaven

Likes being in the limelight

Feels guilty he couldn't save the black cloaks

Wants to take Marlene to Gongaga and become a farmer

Wants reassurance he's doing the right thing

Wants comradeship in his hatred of Shinra

Between Barret and Cloud, there's a lot of angry "stick it to the man" convos. But there's also links between past scenes in Remake, with Barret talking about rebuilding the bar and Cloud offering to buy the first round, which shows Cloud plans to return there too. That shows Cloud's future plans involve being in Midgar at seventh heaven. And this is in Kalm he made that decision.

Later on he learns Barret really likes the limelight, even more than he probably assumed from their ordeal with the airbuster. This helps Cloud make the conclusion later that Barret wasn't behind the shooting at the GS.

We learn that in the future, after he's helped rebuild seventh heaven, Barret would like to take Marlene to a place like Gongaga and become a farmer. This shows Barret never had intentions of leaving Marlene with Cloud and Tifa permanently in otwtas.

In both Cosmo Canyon and Nibelheim Barret's looking for an ally in his hatred for Shinra. He wants someone to blame and take it out on and he wants someone to validate that. Cloud does to a degree, but he's never fully on board with hating Shinra because of his grunt status.

Cloud gets to know Barret. They share things in common, although they also have different views on certain things. Cloud's in agreement over returning to Midgar to rebuild the bar. This is his future plan. He's going home with Tifa once this is all over and will rebuild the bar with her.

Tifa's fishing for how much Cloud remembers. He recalls what dress she wore during the promise

Tifa's still fishing for info out of concern. Cloud promises they'll talk when they find time.

Tifa's weighed down by doubt and worry. Cloud reassures her.

Tifa offers to cook Claudia's pot roast recipe if Cloud remembers it.

Tifa's worried what people think. Cloud reassures her.

Tifa admits she was weary of avalanche's activities and didn't know what to do.

After Cloud's scarily accurate/inaccurate recollection of the Nibelheim incident, as well as their argument about whether she's real or not, the next morning she's on a mission to see what Cloud remembers. She asks him a few times about things he should know, and he always has the right answer, which shows he's the person she thinks he is.

Tifa's a worrier by nature, and she shares this with Cloud, who reassures her things will be fine. They talk about the bar and he says he'll be there to have a drink she makes for him. Again, this shows his plans are to return to the bar with Tifa.

We get a glimpse into how Tifa was tired of avalanche's activities, but didn't know what to do. Those people are her friends, and she's not the most confrontational of people, so she felt trapped until Cloud came along to help her. This is a link back to Remake and a hint about their promise.

Cloud and Tifa's relationship development has several links to their shared past, and the promise between them. We see some of Tifa's insecurities, as well as Cloud's decision about his future.

The difference between the convos with Tifa, and even Barret, is that we see Cloud's plans for the future. What he wants to do once they've defeated Sephiroth and they can go home.

His home is with Tifa in sector 7.

At no point in any convos with Aerith do we see any plans for the future with her. There's also no links to a past together that don't result in one or the other getting annoyed.

Meanwhile, even with Barret, Cloud says he'll go home and buy the first round of drinks, and he repeats this to Tifa later.

The relationship development conversations aren't just about getting points for a date or showing us insight into the rest of the characters. They also show us what Cloud's like, what his intentions are, who his past connections are with and why one girl gets a kiss while the other gets called nakama.

#FF7Rebirth spoilers

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earlgreyinpajamas · 1 year

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Any fics w (not actually) unrequited love? Preferably pining Arthur/Bond, with happy endings:)

merthur

1. the desire beneath by insane_falcon (@insane-ohwhyfandoms)

Merlin and Arthur have been best friends through high school and university, where they eventually add benefits to their friendship. Which is where everything goes wrong—a small taste of something more that leaves them both literally starting to die for more.

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dfhalsjkf the misunderstandings

2. It Was One Kingdom, Once by queerofthedagger (@queerofthedagger)

“He cursed me. I’m coughing up flowers, Gaius—what other possible explanation is there?”

“Well, there is—”

“He was mad at me, it’s exactly something he would do. Infuriating, obnoxious, goddamned sorcerer that he is probably finds it funny to—”

It is said that the sins of the father should not be cast upon the son. Unfortunately, a father's miscalculated bargain can still come back to haunt you—Arthur is twenty-one, has a kingdom to rule, and apparently, a magically binding marriage contract with the Prince of Escetir. Prince Merlin, who has magic, a dragon, great dislike for Arthur, and still no intention to back out of the contract.

The worst part is, to a degree, Arthur understands—as a sorcerer, he wouldn't trust Uther Pendragon's son either. So he simply has to convince Merlin that he can be trusted, and the contract can be broken while they secure peace between Camelot and Escetir. It's a good plan.

Right up until forces conspire against both their kingdoms, more secrets come to light, and Arthur starts coughing up flowers.

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i am screaming!!

3. Not Just a Kiss by Sorceressofdragons

Though Arthur hadn’t felt it, time had passed while he’d been with the Sidhe after Camlaan. When he returned to Camelot, fully healed and with Merlin at his side, it was to find Gwen remarried and with a family. He grieved but stepped aside, only wanting his one-time queen and love to be happy. Several years later, he and Merlin are bespelled by a dying witch, who insists they are both fools. They soon learn that if they don’t kiss every few hours, they are stricken with a severe illness. Knowing it will put the crown at risk, they keep it secret from all but a select few and quietly adjust their lives around it. Soon it becomes apparent that there is only one cure for the spell, but Arthur has long since come to terms with his unrequited love for his manservant and is afraid of all that will change if they go through with it.

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hello i am not okay

00q

A Matter of Convenience by junetangerine (culuyetille)

‘twas why the whole thing had been sanctioned in the first place: minimal disturbance of the status quo, just a blip in their routine, no consequences. So what if the Quartermaster had had an untimely, dangerous heat and 007 had been the one assigned to see him through it. Both of them knew better than to let anything come of it. (Alpha/Omega dynamics)

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the pining is impeccable

2. the simplest of crimes by pdameron (@slverjohn)

Bonds says, "We should get married," as if he's simply commenting on the weather, and the circuit board Q's been fiddling with bursts into flames. The two incidents are not unrelated. * Bond and Q get married. It's not what it looks like.

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there aren't that many pining!bond fics so this fic and the next are pining!q fics, but this author writes pining q so well that it would be remiss of me not to rec their fics

3. as permanent as stone cathedrals by pdameron (@slverjohn)

Q has been in love for two years, six months, and twelve days when James Bond walks away, leaving him with a bleeding head and a broken heart on a dark and noisy London bridge.

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one of the 00q classics imo

#00q #bbc merlin #00q fic rec #00q fic recs #00q fanfiction #00q fic #merthur #merthur fic rec #merthur fic recs #merthur fanfic #merthur fanfiction #merlin emrys #merlin bbc #merlin #merthur fic

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Best Husband On The Block

30 Day Blurb Challenge - list link here

Day 21 - Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt

Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Warnings - Playful yelling

Word Count - 0.4k

“AH-JESUS!” You hissed as Eddie slipped his nearly frozen hands under the warmth of your shirt. He tucked his cold nose into your neck, making you cringe further away from his grasp. His chuckles vibrated throughout your body as you gave up your struggle.

“Cold?” This asshat.

“Just a little.” You sarcastically seethed.

He just held you there wrapped in his arms until his hands sucked up every last drop of body heat you had.

“You know, if you were cold, we could’ve just cuddled.”

He unfurled his head from your neck so he could rebuttal. “But what fun would that be?”

“It would be so much fun for me.”

“It’s not that bad.” He snorted as he took in your reaction.

“Ed’s, it fuckin 30 degrees outside and for some ungodly reason you decided to shovel the driveway.” You pulled back to look at him fully.

His nose was still red, cheeks flushed and unruly hair tucked poorly into a purple beanie. It was yours considering Eddie didn’t own one, but he still felt the need to whine about the color.

“Doesn’t look very metal though,”

“Eddie, you're going to shovel snow not see Van Halen.”

His face dropped into a false shock. “Oh, so now I can't want to be the best husband on the block?”

There it is.

“Ohhhh, so that’s what this is about. Starting up a pissing contest with the other houses, are we?” You smiled up at him. Your hands dusted off the shoulders of his jacket like he was some big shot businessman.

His smile stretched impossibly big at your praise. “Well, I am the best husband. The proof is right there in our yard.” His hands rest on your hips, the cold dampness of the fabric sending a shiver down your spine.

“The other husbands are either elder or boarding on the edge of elderly.” You snorted.

“And now there is a younger, better husband on the block.”

You could practically see his head inflate in size.

“Well, if that’s the case,” you turned back towards the countertop where you had just poured fresh cups of hot chocalate. You held one mug out for Eddie to take. He carefully took it from your grip. You smiled up at him before continuing, mug hoisted up high. “Here’s to the best husband on the block.”

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femmefatalevibe · 8 months

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So I have a question and I'd like to ask for advice. I am 23 and I absolutely hate my mother. She basically knew that my dad was deadbeat and she was telling me about it the other day yet she still managed to be with him. On my way to finishing my bachlors degree and I actually think of entirely dropping her out of my life. It's a tough decision but she has abused me a lot. Mostly mentally and there's no respect between us, only mild tolerance. I know my decision is radical, but any advice on how I can move on and not think about her once I'm out of this house? I'm fully aware its a tough decision, but I can't do it anymore.

Good for you! Personally, I believe it's more radical to perpetually keep someone toxic in your life purely because they made a decision to bring you into this world. It was her job to create a stable, loving, and healthy relationship with you from birth until now – not the other way around. Please read Adult Child of Emotionally Immature Parents by Lindsay C. Gibson if you haven't already. This book is incredibly validating <3

Honestly, you're going to think about her a lot in the beginning. The grieving process of mourning a living parent who just couldn't be there for you is real. However, the best advice I can give when dealing with this type of situation is:

Validate and allow yourself to feel your feelings. Understand that all the harm and emotional abuse done to you is real

Lean on your support system (trusted friends, loved ones, a therapist)

Acknowledge the potential relationship missed out on in life because of the abuse. While it is ultimately your mother's fault, you have the right to acknowledge a relationship that was unfairly stolen from you from the get-go

Geninuely consider what makes you happy and what you can pursue in life to make you happy without any fear of judgment from your family (or anyone else, really). Create a vision board and then a game plan. Take a small step. Repeat every day to help you step into this new chapter of your life

Find ways to nourish your inner child daily/weekly. Be the mother to yourself you never had. Make yourself a nice cup of tea every evening, draw a relaxing bath, brush your hair slowly, and/or cook a nice dinner most nights of the week. You deserve to feel taken care of – even if it's only you present

Once you pull away/cut or limit contact, don't fall into the trap when she starts to play nice and tries to make amends. She's still the same person she's been for 23 years, so, as difficult as it is to internalize, understand that she won't change no matter what you say or how you behave. If she hasn't taken accountability for over two decades, this pattern won't be broken and reconfigured due to your deciding to take a step back. The moment you let your guard down and allow her to re-enter your life, the cycle will repeat. Don't get sucked in

Best of luck! Hope this helps xx

#toxic parents #toxic family #family trauma #estrangement #no contact #emotional abuse #adult children of emotionally immature parents #inner child #inner child healing #healing journey #trauma healing #self care #self love #higher self #glow up era #femmefatalevibe #q/a

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hi there! first of all i wanna say i love all your works~ i found your works right after i entered the TWST fandom and it made me fall in even harder LMAO especially for lil mushroom eel man i love our lil mushroom eel man- I wanna ask though, how to you perceive Idia's interaction with the Tweels? It's always fun to see those two messing around with Idia and being intimidating for Azul's sake but I wonder how does Idia think of them in your headcanons? Is it a "run at first sight" type of relationship www have a good day!

Hi Anon! Thank you very much, it’s fantastic to hear that you love our stuff this much. I am very grateful.

Ahhh lil mushroom eel man!! This is such a cute nickname, and he is such a special boy lol, I’m happy you like him. I don’t draw the Tweels as often as I’d love to, but then again, that goes for a lot of characters… But damn it, drawing them is fun, especially with our poor popular boy Idia lol

Sooo, here is what Idia thinks about the Tweels in our headcanons! In a form of a headcanon list haha.

You’re right: in general, it definitely is “run at first sight” type of deal: Idia is a scaredy-cat in general, but with these two? He senses legit danger to his safety lol

A lot of times the Tweels harass Idia because of something Azul asked them to do, but there are times when they do it just for their own fun, and these situations are much more terrifying to Idia. Like, what do they want from him? The answer usually is to have fun. They won’t elaborate on what kind of “fun” they want to have with him.

A lot of times Idia sees the Tweels as a unit, but he is actually aware of how different these two are, and if separated, their dynamic actually changes quite a lot.

For example, Idia ended up having a surprisingly good time with Jade at Epel’s village. He didn’t expect to enjoy hanging out with him as much as he did, but they kind of bonded. A lot of times Jade would say things that would amuse Idia, like when he suggested sabotaging their opponents before the sled race. Idia was instantly on board with that, because, unlike Epel and Sebek, these two had this weird sleazy petty solidarity.

That trip also made Idia fully realise how much of a (mountain) nerd Jade is, which made him kind of relatable to a degree. Idia respects that and is actually happy that he got to know Jade better.

Idia is actually a liiiittle bummed out that they don’t get to hang out anymore after the trip, but whenever they see each other in the school and Jade smiles at him, Idia remembers that time and feels a bit fuzzy.

That being said, none of that made Jade stop teasing Idia together with Floyd, so Idia still needs to be aware of the Tweels lol

Idia is wary of the Tweels, but with Floyd he’s genuinely terrified at times. When he’s with him alone, he feels like Floyd can pounce on him at any moment: he’s too chaotic and unpredictable and god know what he’s capable of, especially when Jade and Azul aren’t around to stop him or at least get him to senses.

Idia is kind of irritated by Floyd ignoring his need for personal space, and Floyd doesn’t give a fuck about personal space: he touches Idia, he strokes his hair, sometimes even nibs on him. This makes Idia shake in horror, which only makes Floyd more playful and interested in him.

Oh, and also Idia is terrified of the fact that the Tweels know some pretty cringy personal stuff about him. He is still traumatized by that time they tried to blackmail him. The Tweels probably have already forgotten about it, but Idia haven’t…

#replies #headcanons #jadidi #floidi

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@cannibal-lesbian

Doing a fresh post so the chain doesn't get too long. For anyone interested here's where we left off talking about Sombron.

🧋Oke whew. I'm gonna uhhh put a big big disclaimer here before diving in. I do not have any sort of media literacy degree or am I a scholar AT ALL. I am just a big fucking nerd, and my take can be very subjective. (You'll see why I'm saying this in a hot minute). 🧋

My take is this:

A big dooky spitball, featuring ww2.

Before reading your post, my thoughts of Sombron is that he embodies on some level, a generalized stereotypical deadbeat parent that's annoyingly common irl (at least in my sphere of asia, I live in a certain SEA country which got invaded by Japan back then. this narrative seems to be common over there too to some extent). This specific type grew up in the era of post WW2, where their parents utterly suffered from and in war, and they may or may not have seen some of the horrors of in Japan as a child. Think of this group over the age of 75, as a rule of thumb.

This generation had to grow up without their parents, in a society so turbulent with social changes where scores of its population are KIA or MIA. To say they have trauma is the LEAST of it, bc in JP context these missing parents are often men who died fighting for their or someone's bullshit dream of racial superiority and imperialism trying to conquer the rest of Asia, then getting 2 fucking atomic bombs for it. American planes flew over their skies as they cowered in fear, their soldiers they sent gone beyond the horizon. Their childhood, though messy, has yet to fully comprehend beyond the threats flying literally over their heads. In the form of American fighter and bomber planes.

1945 wasn't that long ago. 77 years ago. My dad is in his 60s and he still feels bitter about Japan doing shit to his family.

In spite of it all, childhood was probably the safest they felt in the whirlwind of life with people they knew. Childhood is safe and sacred to many. Across the board, their parents left to keep them safe, at least, that's what they believed to frame why Japan went to commit atrocities in other countries. Regardless, there were so many broken families and orphans or eventual orphans that it's normal, and it's permeated through every level of society. Even those who came a little after experienced the aftermath of such a hellish landscape.

And these people lived, and they had children, though not all of them made it, and with many unaddressed traumas. Mental health in the west can be a joke sometimes, but it's even worse in Asia. Mental trauma and neurological disorder as a concept has been largely dismissed and even denied until only the last 20 years, and even then the situation on the ground is that it's still shit.

And because of this, no one really talks about the effects of this generational trauma. People just went to work. Emotionally battered and doing their best, earning money for their family and country to keep themselves fed. But the results and reality is that they are just not ok. I mean, how the fuck can one be ok? Even as they build a new world or enter into one, how can most of them really say they're ok?

Still, time passes anyway. The world changes anyway.

The writers of FE and most video games currently are around the age of anywhere 30 to 60, give or take a couple years. They are the children of these generation who told stories like Grave of The Fireflies and Barefoot Gen.

Writers who grew up with this society, with that generation and kind of going "Uh, huh. Our parents are kind of emotionally fucked up and neglectful even..." and other similar related sentiments. For many, it can be felt even if it cannot be vocalized.

...Do you see where I'm going with this? Do I make sense? ;;

I see Sombron as this battered generation. He's the survivor of a genocide/war left to fend for himself, with a condition that he can't even explain or understand. I mean even irl rn, understanding there's a neurological/mental condition doesn't mean everything is smooth sailing in practice when interacting with a person suffering from said effects. The one who knew him best, that parental figure, is gone like all the support structure he would otherwise have.

Like many disconnected people, sometimes no matter how nice the new guardians or community is, there's always a sense of not belonging. For some it would be hard to even try connecting, but really, letting go can look like the easier option sometimes.

So Sombron has an attachment to that sacred childhood. Where he felt safe. Maybe he faltered or found that this new life wasn't working for him, and he let go in search of the past.

And ofc, just like Alear puts it, even if Sombron truly went back and found that emblem or the past, what's to say that alternate reality would grant him the happiness and fulfillment he seeks?

Anyway, imo connections are a 2 way street. If one party doesn't or cannot play ball, something goes a awry. And though shit, Sombron always had a choice. Not enough to bring back the past, but definitely a choice and he. Kept. Choosing. Crap. He kept. Choosing. Delusion.

I have always thought of Sombron as a reflection of this generation of people. Who are battered, traumatized, and as a result do all kinds of weird shit for the next generation to deal with in some form. Very importantly here: including but not limited to starting a cult to get some edge in society. (See: Aum Shinrikyo and the Tokyo subway sarin attack. And also the Moonies and Shinzo Abe's assassination.)

After reading your above, I think it is absolutely applicable here with Sombron. All of it, the trauma, the genocide, the mental struggles, it all checks out. No matter how I look at it, I see FE as a story being told by Japan, and I cannot uncouple that thought from my analysis anymore. Even if it's not meant to be such a deep reflection, it fits at least on surface level. Stories are influenced by each other often and by big events in the society's subconcious, so while this take is a spitball it is at least somewhat applicable.

BUT!! I'm not saying the writers fully intended for Sombron to be written this way. I could be reading too much into it, and those are just breadcrumbs laid out by the writers for the players to form our own theories and understanding.

What is definitely inarguable is that Sombron suffers from some level of Trauma and Mental Illness. He definitely feels empty and unfulfilled enough to go off on a deep end to fill that void.

But since Intsys ANNOYINGLY doesn't give much personal interview about their thought process, I can only say my analysis here has gone past canon and into wildly speculative reading. Grr!!

And there you have it. That's my thoughts. Sorry for the wall of text ;w;

#cannibal-lesbian #sombron #fire emblem engage

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we will be moving to tucson arizona sometime this year around late april/early may

but i'm not buying a house yet. gonna start out in an apartment with a six-month lease, mostly just so that roommate can first Experience the Summer™

(we spent a week there in november & he REALLY loved it, was totally 100% raring to get out there asap, but i mulled it over for like another day before coming back with "alright. ok. see. in order for me to trust that this is truly an Informed Consent Choice, i feel like i need us to be there for Death Heat Season, & once we're in the middle of the 6 straight weeks of 110+ degree temperatures, if you can THEN, in THAT MOMENT, look me in the eye and say again YES I WOULD LIKE TO CONTINUE TO LIVE HERE--at THAT point we are GOOD & i am FULLY BACK ON BOARD.")

i do hate the idea of dealing with more rental nonsense, landlords, etc for another most-of-a-year, but like...this is objectively the smarter, more responsible path to take here. since my number one priority is to make super extra certain that roommate doesn't experience quality-of-life-worsening health complications from the climate & such. not to mention it WILL be WAY the fuck easier to house shop locally vs. from another state, plus i'll have time to scope out neighborhood vibes, read up on + get prepped for the whole ADU construction process, find a good realtor, etc.

i'm...actually lowkey hella optimistic about it. which has taken me a bit by surprise.

i had a lot of little experiences on that november trip that i just felt stack themselves up in my mind both logically &...almost spiritually..? & coalesce into this weird broad sweeping sense that This Choice Would Be a Correct One.

(not THE Correct One. i feel like--at least just for me--there are a couple different paths i could take that would feel Equally Correct. tbh if it was just me alone i'd probably be heading to either denver or seattle or chicago. (vetoed by roommate for being respectively Too High, Too Wet, & Too Cold--which, fair on all counts lol.)

more thinking-out-loud (via-blogging-in-silence) on this to come in the next couple months probably. all of january & the first half of february are Mini Death Work Blitz Time this year, so i have been & am still doing that. but one month from yesterday i will have launched TWO BIG OL WEBSITE PROJECTS & then i get paid ALL THE MONEY AT ONCE & then i'll probably sleep for like three days straight & THEN i'll have the headspace to start thinking about how many things need to get done in order for moving to successfully happen. :D fuck. :D :D

#The Not Utah House Quest #this will probably be my tag for it haha #i wrote that on top of our first color coded location pros & cons list as a joke & it stuck

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It Happened One Night

I decided to give this little thing a title. Let me know what you think! Link to Part 1

Part 2:

Emma’s POV

“What the fuck was that Peter?”

“That guy was 30 seconds away from drugging you and taking you god knows where.”

He was hot on my heels and part of me burned from anger of being humiliated while part of me burned from how unbelievably sexy he looked trying to protect me. I would never admit that.

“Do you have proof? That he was going to drug me?”

“Well no. But I sensed something was off.” He scoffed.

“And why is that?” We were climbing into the car that had been brought around for us and I felt his hand graze the small of my back while guiding me into the car.

“Because a girl approached me at the bar saying he was a drug dealer. I am sorry but my responsibility is to keep you safe and I felt like something wasn’t right and it was the best thing for me to do. I am sorry if I embarrassed you.” He looked sincere.

The clock read 2:00 AM in the black suburban we rode in. I always go out on weekends primarily because I am boarded up during the week in my hot apartment, which reminds me I still need to get the air fixed. I am also so tired from work each night that I barely feel like socializing. I feel bad never speaking to Peter but I talk to patients every day, the last thing I want to do when I get home is talk. I’ve worked as a physician assistant for the last 3 years and while I love my job, it gets busy.

Peter is sweet. Probably one of the nicest agents I have met. He keeps his distance, is polite, and I always feel safe when he is around. I never wanted this life. The life where my parents were always being watched and therefore so was I. I am happy for my mom, but I hate having people always follow me and watching my every move. Especially knowing there are people in this world who don’t like us. I think I grew up naïve in the way of thinking that everyone should be liked.

“Here is your bag. You left it with me.”

“You didn’t take anything did you? Cause then I would have to report you.”

I saw him smirk from the corner of my eye and he bit his tongue.

“Nope, everything is there.”

I felt bad for leaving Alicia but she’s always been fully capable of taking care of herself. I had a feeling if I left then she would be close behind. She has been my friend ever since we started PA school and then she dropped out. She said it wasn’t for her and I respected that.

I saw Peter grimacing and reached for his left shoulder.

“You ok there big guy?”

“Yeah, just still recovering from a little injury.”

“Oh yeah? What happened?”

I actually worked as an orthopedic PA so my knowledge was well versed in injuries. But I don’t think he knew that.

“I uh, I tore it.”

“Well, uh maybe I can take a look at it later. I mean, if you want me to.”

“And why would you do that?”

“Because I might know a little more about it than you do. I see a lot of injured people every day.”

I didn’t intend to be harsh.

“Sorry, I just assumed you knew. I work as an orthopedic physician assistant so I am constantly seeing people with injuries and stuff.”

“Yeah. No that would be great.” He smiled and I smiled. A warm feeling in my stomach bubbled and I looked away quickly.

It had been almost 2 years since I last dated someone. My ex boyfriend was a freeloader and when my mom got elected it got even worse. He didn’t take it well and at times I worried he might show up unannounced. I was glad Peter had been around most nights. I doubt my ex would ever try anything but occasionally I would get messages from an unknown number and deep down I knew it was him.

We arrived to my apartment and it was about 2:15. I hadn’t done my routine for the evening but would get to it in the morning.

I walked inside and checked my thermostat. It still read 75 degrees. I pushed the button to see if anything would happen and to no surprise nothing did.

“Your air not working?” Peter startled me. I forgot he was still on duty until 7AM.

“Uhh no…I was supposed to have it fixed but I’ve kind of put it on the back burner.”

“Is that why it’s been so hot in here?” He looked slightly concerned.

I gave him a deadpan look, “ha, yeah. Have you not tried to lower it?”

“No I just figured you liked it warm! I can call someone for you if you’d like.”

“No. No. It’s ok. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

I walked off and went to get ready for bed. I heard Peter fill a glass of water and then he fed my cat, Lucia.

After my very cold shower I made sure everything was clean and got ready to go to bed.

“Feel free to take a shower if you need. Towels are in the closet.” He nodded and as I closed my door I felt the urge to say goodnight,” hey Peter. Thank you. I know I was kind of a bitch earlier but I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it.”

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Peter’s POV:

I knew if I had not gotten Emma out of that club, something bad would have happened. I didn’t want to embarrass her but I knew my job had to be done.

Our ride back to her place started out quiet until I realized I was still holding on to her bag.

“Here is your bag. You left it with me.” I don’t even know if she remembered.

“You didn’t take anything did you? Cause then I would have to report you.”

My stomach fluttered and her playful sarcasm made me almost bust out laughing.

“Nope, everything is there.”

Emma was sitting in the middle seat with myself and Agent Parker on the other side of her. It wasn’t particularly tight but how I was sitting caused my shoulder to start hurting. I may have been tensed up after the entire situation. I grimaced trying to move it.

“You ok there big guy?”

“Yeah, just still recovering from a little injury.”

“Oh yeah? What happened?”

I didn’t want to tell her too much. She offered to help me and I would definitely take her up on the offer.

We arrived to her apartment and upon walking inside it felt so much worse than it had earlier. She mentioned she had not had time to get her air fixed but denied my offer to help her with getting it fixed. One of my best friends just so happened to be a technician and I decided to text him to see if he would come fix it tomorrow. She couldn’t live in this god-awful heat box.

I heard Emma turn on her shower and figured I would help her out by feeding her cat who was walking in and out of between my legs.

I heard her cut the water off in her bathroom and decided to begin to get comfortable in her apartment for the night as I was there until 7 tomorrow morning.

I decided to take a shower and was glad I had kept the extra set of underwear in my backpack. Honestly, her shower felt amazing. My apartment is great but the shower has no pressure. This one…god damn I did not want to get out. But I couldn’t sleep in here, that would be weird.

I went back to check my phone to see if my friend had returned my text and he said he would gladly come and fix Emma’s air conditioner. I looked at the clock on my phone and did not realize how tired I was but I had to stay awake until the morning. I turned the TV on and tried to find a show to keep me awake.

I checked out of her apartment window to ensure that no one had followed us and to check that the guys were still out there on watch.

I sat down on her couch and watched whatever was playing on TV and settled in for the evening.

I would sit and wait until the morning and then leave a note that someone was coming to fix her air.

#Peter Sutherland fic #Peter Sutherland #the night agent

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I am posting Charisma Carpenter cause guys, it is long overdue. I can't be 100% sure when I last posted her but boy, it's been a long time and I only ever posted her once before and well... I found a collection of four pictures I saved in June of 2012 that happen to be four pictures that would fit the format of a post I would make here and then Amy Acker has four pictures saved a month later and Emma Caulfield has four pictures a month after that and boy, it makes me think that I did a Buffy rewatch in summer of 2012 and they all got posted. Also it reminded me that there was a time when Tumblr didn't let you post three pictures in the middle, just two. Also I am now getting flashbacks of what a pain in the ass it was to organize your pictures in a post back then. Anyway, Charisma Carpenter is overdue because my friend @kat-eleven wanted to watch Buffy and I decided to join her and one thing I told her going in is Charisma Carpenter was always the person I was most attracted to early on in Buffy. In those first three seasons she was who I was into. @kat-eleven acted like I was crazy when I said this and said, "Not Xander? Cause he has these ears that I want to hold onto like they are reigns and just go to town". And I was like, "Uh, no, not Xander... don't want that". And then she said, "What sex act are you imagining would involve his ears like that?" And I said, "I'm trying not to imagine any". And she said, "Bzzzt, wrong you hoser. The answer is all. All of the sex acts. Even the ones you forgot exist". So that was basically the word for word conversation every time I brought up Charisma Carpenter and how much I liked Cordelia Chase. I get it to a degree to be fair, part of what makes Cordy so much fun is that she grows as a character and is interestingly complex. Cause she is always sort of shallow but also had depths and it is never a contradiction. She contains multitudes. But also I have a weakness for characters who are.. it's hard to say. The Scoobs are largely mean to her (and in fairness with reason, we hear she used to bully them a lot) but she never stops helping, even after @kat-eleven‘s beloved Xander betrays her, she is still there to save the world when needed, and I think she also might have been the best partner on the show for anyone, in that she was loyal and devoted in a way no one else is and frankly they don't deserve. Not only was she willing to stay with Xander when she thought he was a fish monster (it took her no seconds to make this decision, she is just all in and fully supportive of whoever she is dating) but also she completely changed around her life and did his thing, the reverse was never true. And all of that is before she becomes full on heroic, she's just a teenage girl we are told is vapid then. So I like Cordy but I get how for some it might take until Angel to be fully on board. That said, she was always hot. Always. Charisma Carpenter is really hot. I will die on that hill. Today I want to fuck Charisma Carpenter.

#Charisma Carpenter #brunette #Actress #whoiwanttofucktoday

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stygius-cr-sideblog · 11 months

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for the fanfic writer asks - 5, 29, 38, 75

hi katie!! thank you for the ask!! ❤️

(writer asks meme here)

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

I have!! Usually at very early outlining stages of longer fics, in an attempt to get a vibe down—and maybe create some kind of Pavlovian association in my brain to shift more easily into writing that project when listening to that specific music.

The most recent playlist I made like this was for my (first!) NaNo last year, which I finished the rough 50k-ish draft of but still need to clean up. It's all instrumental music, vaguely mysterious tracks for a CR fic (the first I wrote!) in which Essek, fearing discovery due to rumors in the Dynasty, goes to Rumblecusp after the peace talks and winds up losing all his memories and becoming a villager, then meeting the Nein anew when they arrive.

29. give us a spoiler for one of your stories.

I will give you a spoiler for my current active WIP I've been working on lately! Beacons get stolen in it (two of them!), and also there is very messy Essek/Adeen, because I'm fully obsessed with Adeen to a truly unhinged degree. "Still together and feeling some measure of feelings, but all twisted up into toxic exes energy" is one of my favorite romance dynamics ever.

38. how many stories do you work on at one time?

[bitter laugh] I mean. "work on" is such a strong term. I have many WIPs but the truth is progress happens mostly in bursts of (possibly) ADHD-fueled fixation on one particular idea, and it cycles until fics are either complete or I feel that I've outgrown my interest. That said, I do have some outliers that I add a few hundred words to now and then on the side.

75. do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

Yes! Always. I need to have an end point in mind, whether it's a particular line or mood or character choice or even just a singular word; otherwise I can't write at all. I can't do the meandering discovery thing, I need a goal fixed in the distance. Sometimes the ending shifts once I'm halfway through, but it's usually given me enough direction by then that I don't feel lost while putting words down.

The ending, as a general rule, is usually the polar opposite of the beginning in some way, a kind of mirror. If I'm imagining a positive story development, I'll imagine how problems might be visually solved, words and scene settings that contrast the tone of the first one; if it's a more somber arc or more based in disillusionment and not breaking free of whatever has been ruining the characters lives externally or internally, then I look for ways to convey we're back where we started or worse off.

Somewhat relatedly, I was terrified of the movie Jumanji as a child. Yes, it's very campy, and I can appreciate that as an adult, but I watched it when I was maybe nine, and the last beat of the board game being abandoned—the knowledge that anyone else might find it, and all of those scary things would happen all over again, maybe endlessly in a cycle—really freaked me out. I guess when I think of the ending in advance, I'm trying to find the Jumanji final image: what am I feeling as I walk away from this story? And then I write toward that.

#writer ask meme #answered asks #thank you friend!! these are so fun to think about!!

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