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ezrasarm · 4 years

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Ezra and Cee end up living together because Ezra is totally a cool uncle/willing to train her in prospecting (less dangerous jobs only now that he has a psuedo daughter ans one arm). But he also encourages her to complete her studies. Enter a private tutor who is going to help Cee complete the equivalant of Space!A levels/GED. Ezra can't help but be smitten and won't stop interrupting the lessons. Cee is irritated at Ezra's brainu flirting, tutor is mostly oblivious until she isn't. 😉

Electrostatic Attraction

Pairing: Ezra x Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: 10 ply super soft fluff, chemistry both literally and figuratively, a lack of proofreading

A/N: Sorry it took me a bit to get this out! I had to dig back deep into the traumatic memories of studying for IB chemistry for this one. Also it’s been a while (and I sucked at it then) so don’t quote me on any of this stuff 😂.

“I didn’t know we were expecting company.” Ezra said, a charming grin gracing his lips as he appeared in the doorway with a hefty bag slung over his shoulder. He’d been away on a job for the past week. Nothing too complicated. Just enough to keep the two of them afloat while Cee was finishing up her studies.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until Thursday.” Cee said, glancing up from her textbook only slightly surprised to see him so soon.

“Finished up early.” He said, allowing the bag to slide off his arm onto the floor as he made his way inside. “Nice to see you too, Kid.” Ezra prompted her only to get an eye roll in response. “You gonna introduce me to your friend here or am I gonna have to make our acquaintance myself?” He asked with a charismatic chuckle as he nodded over at you. He’d swear he was being discreet but Cee didn’t miss the way his eyes dragged over you where you were sat in the seat next to her. She’d never seen Ezra’s interest peaked like this so the shift in behaviour caught her a little off guard.

“Right...” Cee squinted at him skeptically for a moment before shaking off the initial shock. “Ezra, this is (Y/n), my tutor. (Y/n), this is Ezra, my...” Cee scrunched up her face a little to consider her words for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know, he’s just Ezra.” She finally decided.

“Pleasure to meet you.” You said with a polite smile as you got up, extending your hand to shake before realizing his wasn’t there and quickly switching hands. This earned you a hearty laugh and a wide smile as he accepted the gesture.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He responded, shaking your hand for a tad longer than customary only for Cee to cough and give him a chiding glare from over your shoulder which told him it was time to let go. “Right, don’t let me distract you two.” He nodded curtly with a smile, his hand raised in mock surrender before disappearing into the galley.

“Sorry about him. He’s not usually like that.” Cee said as the two of you got settled again.

You weren’t quite sure what she meant by that but you shrugged the comment off with a “He seems nice.” Before nodding back at the past paper the two of you had been going through. “Where were we again?” You asked, still slightly flustered by the interaction. You could feel a flush had risen to your cheeks and you weren’t entirely sure why.

“sp3d hybridization.” She reminded you. There she was. Always on the ball. Why did she need you here again? You thought before snapping back into it.

“Right. So you know what I’m gonna ask you.” You said and she peered back at you expectantly. “Bond angles?” The blank expression on her face persisted and despite knowing she knew what you were talking about you folded. It was your job to solidify this information in her head after all. “Okay, so say we’ve got a substance like phosphorus pentachloride. So that’s a single phosphorus atom and five chlorines bonded with polar covalent bonds. And they’re polar because...” You prompt her.

“Chlorine has greater electronegativity than phosphorus.” She finishes for you and you give her a subtle high-five and an approving nod as you go on.

“Right, and each of those chlorine atoms have equal partial negative charges which makes them want to get as far away from each other as possible while still clinging to that phosphorus.” You explain and she nods as though that’s obvious. “So how are those five chlorines going to configure themselves around that phosphorus so that they are all equidistant from one another?” You ask and she squints at you for a moment as she tries to work it out. “Sketch it out.” You remind her, tapping the pad of paper in front of her already filled with scribbles of chemical formulae, Lewis structures and ball and stick models, knowing she works better when she can visualize what she’s talking about. Unbeknownst to either of you Ezra had since appeared in the doorway a fond smile toying at his features as he watched the two of you giggle over the way you tripped up saying “trigonal bipyramidal symmetry” and you challenging her to try saying it five times fast if she was so keen to make you laughing stock for it.

“Okay, you win.” Cee laughed, hands raised in surrender when she blundered her first attempt. Cee liked you, Ezra noted. He noticed the way that she actually acted a bit like a kid around you. She treated you like a friend, not a teacher and he wondered how you did it. He could see you had invested a genuine care and concern in your work which was a rarity nowadays, one which gently tugged at his heartstrings as he took the scene in.

“Alright, review time!” You declare as you notice the time. You always liked to round back to some basics when you finished up your sessions so that she left things on a high note and you really cemented those foundational concepts in place. “So hydrogen bonds.” You cue her and she sighs.

“Haven’t we gone over this five times today?” She asked.

“Then you should be five times better at explaining them than you were when we started.” You say and she gives you a challenging stare for a moment before she nods in defeat and rattles off an unsurprisingly accurate definition of the intermolecular force.

“And London dispersion forces?” You ask and she astounds you once again.

“Last but not least, dipole-dipole interactions- and if you don’t get this I’ve completely failed you as a tutor.” You say.

“The electrostatic attraction between the positive and negative ends of molecules with permanent dipole moments.” Ezra speaks up from the doorframe and you jump slightly at the sound of the baritone in the room before a smile sets on your face. He couldn’t seem to rip his gaze off of that upwards quirk to your lips. Even after such little interaction there was something about you that drew him to you like a magnet. You were smart and quick witted. He could tell that already from watching you bicker with Cee, not unlike he usually did himself. Not to mention you were devilishly good looking, especially in that sage green wrap dress you were wearing that hugged you in all the right places and showed off just the right amount of skin. Few people wore dresses anymore, at least not in his circles, and the custom was striking to him. It made him nostalgic and reminded him of home.

“That’s... correct.” You say after turning to face him fully. You hadn’t had the time to notice how good looking he was when you were first introduced but now that he’d changed from the bulky suit he was wearing when he first came in and he’d cleaned himself up a little, you could actually take in his ruggedly handsome features. Soft warm eyes, a patch of platinum blonde just at the cowlick where his hair parted, a prominent nose, a faint scar on his cheek and a smattering of facial hair across his jawline and upper lip. Maybe it was the laugh lines around his eyes or the seemingly constant perk to the corner of his mouth but something about his demeanour commanded you to be completely enraptured by him.

“Please, make no mind of me, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” And it’s only now that you realized you must have been staring at the poor man. Your face burns bright red with embarrassment as you try to collect your thoughts again.

“No, not at all! I uh- we were just wrapping up.” You stammer out as you begin collecting your things into a neat pile in front of you.

“Cee,” Ezra says and her head flicks up immediately from where it had been buried in her palms the moment he started speaking. “I was about to order takeout, have you got any preferences- say, (y/n) was it?” He asked, even though he knew quite well what your name was. It hadn’t stopped playing on his phonological loop since the moment he’d heard it. God, his voice- the way he said your name almost made you swoon as you went to nod. “You should join us.” He says simply and Cee’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights before she just about snaps her neck turning to look at you.

“Oh, I shouldn’t-“ You begin but he’s waving the the excuse out of your head before you can even come up with it.

“That is if a bewitching woman such as yourself doesn’t have any prior arrangements.” He suggests and Cee is just about ready to hurl her textbook at him if that will get him to shut up any faster. Have you mentioned that you’re blushing yet?

“No, no plans. I-“ You start to say before glancing over at Cee who has a look of controlled horror adorned on her face. ‘She’ll forgive me’ you think to yourself before speaking. “I’d love to.” You say. Ezras pre-existing smirk widens into a broad grin.

“Ezra, come help me find the menus!” Cee declares almost immediately, before leaping up and dragging him by the wrist into the kitchen leaving you slightly dumbfounded in your place.

“You can’t just invite her over for dinner, she has a life of her own-“ She manages to simultaneously whisper and shout once their out of earshot. “Why is your hair wet? Did you shower?” Cee asked bringing her hand up to jostle his mop of damp hair. “For her?!” She just about hissed, pointing back out in the direction of the living/dining area where you were sat.

“What? I just got in from a dig! You expect me to sit around in that filth all day?” He questioned, attempting to deflect her accusation.

“Normally you just pass out on the couch the minute you get in- Ugh, Ezra! My tutor? Really?!” She scolds him and his face softens before he speaks again.

“Just humour me. It’s been...” He pauses a moment as he considers the last time he’s felt this way about someone. “Too long.” He finally decides and Cee scrunches up her face.

“Ew!” She exclaims remembering the way his eyes had traced down your body when you first introduced yourself.

“Not like that!” He reprimanded her, giving her a light swat on the shoulder. “Although, that too.” He shrugs after second thought. This time Cee is the one to whack his arm with the rolled up stack of takeaway menus, but far harder than he had her. “Ow! You pack quite the punch there little bird!” He winces through a soft chuckle before his face falls again and they enter an undeclared staring match, Ezra straightening up and squinting at her slightly when he realizes he’s being challenged.

“Fine! But you have to quit it with the ‘bewitching woman’s and the poorly veiled chemistry innuendo.” She points a finger at him.

“Chemistry innuendo? I gave a definition!” He exclaimed defensively.

“Really Ezra? Electrostatic attraction?” She drawled out like he had. “You don’t think we already know perfectly well where you want to put your lone pair of electrons?” She retorted, eyebrows raised accusingly.

“I don’t sound like that- What does that even mean?!” He squeaks out before he shakes the thought away and refocuses. “Cee,” he sighs. “I do not supplicate much of you often...” he drags out, eyes pleading down at her, who has her arms crossed on her chest.

“Don’t fuck this up.” She says after far too long and Ezra doesn’t even care to correct her language. “I have to see that woman on a daily basis and I will not have you coming in and screwing up my chances of passing chemistry.” She says, waving the menus threateningly at him once again.

“You have my word.” He nods diligently, raising his hand to lay against his chest before Cee storms back out of the kitchen with almost the same intensity as when she entered and Ezra takes a moment to collect himself before following.

It didn’t take too long for the three of you to decide on your order. There wasn’t all that much variety to choose from on the station, no matter how large it boasted itself to be. Your order was ready in a manner of minutes and Cee practically sprinted to the door claiming she would pick it up to escape what she swore was the most embarrassing interaction of her life, watching the back and forth between you and Ezra like the worlds most awkward ping pong match. She was surprised you hadn’t run screaming from the room at Ezra’s completely unsubtle and unpracticed flirting and his off the cuff, frivolous compliments to you but the truth was, you found them extremely endearing. His entire face lit up with pride when you commented on the book collection you’d noticed last time you were here. When you pointed out a favourite or yours that you’d noticed the spine of which was almost completely worn down on his eyes just about bugged out of his head as he pulled it off the shelf to show you that almost every single page had been filled with scribbles and annotations he’d added in the many times he’d reread it. By the time Cee got back, the two of you had managed to inch closer together from the opposite ends of the couch you’d occupied earlier. You were both keeled over in fits of hysterical laughter at some story you were telling about a misunderstanding that occurred with a pupil and their father when you first started private tutoring sessions. You hadn’t even realized your hand had come to grasp his knee as you tried to steady yourself. Just looking at the two of you Cee could have sworn you’d known each other forever. Something about the scene in front of her seemed so natural as she tried to remember why she was so horrified by the idea of you getting along so well in the first place. When you could finally breathe well enough to acknowledge her she set the bag of takeout on the table in front of you before jerking her thumb over her shoulder.

“I uh-“ she gaped for a moment. “I just ran into a friend outside the uh... place. I was gonna go hang out with her for a bit- but you two should eat without me while it’s still hot.” She suggests before either of you can even protest.

“Sure thing.” Ezra nods, still beaming from his most recent laughing fit, he almost misses the wink Cee shoots him before bouncing out the door. ‘That little minx’ he thinks to himself as she disappears from sight leaving just the two of you and the makings of what you would later refer to as your first date.

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pekorosu · 4 years

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just a lil “if ash lived” headcanon that i need to unload somewhere bc i've been holding it in for a long time

- set within the manga ‘verse

- takes place when ash and eiji are in their early 30s... so around the mid 1990s?

- i don’t get the weird animanga trope where older = longer hair, so they’re gonna look the same... maybe with slightly shorter hair bc they get regular haircuts now

- (note: i've always interpreted long-haired eiji as symbolic of the fact that he couldn't move on from ash’s death)

- ash and eiji will continue living in the states, idk if still in NYC or somewhere else. they’ll move around a lot though.

- ash will mostly remain underground as he had to fake his death after lao’s stab, but he does it in a "hiding in plain sight" kind of way. only a handful of people know he’s still alive.

- ash spends most of his time on the computer, mostly coding, hacking, being a nerd, among other fun stuff.

- he also takes on “jobs” anonymously, and occasionally from max (who’s still into investigative journalism) when he needs info that can only be obtained through Dubious Means.

- i also like to think that ash's a bit of a hacker robin hood lol. but he isn’t doing it purely out of the goodness of his heart, as part of it is a subconscious need to atone for his “sins” and cleanse the gnawing and persistent feeling of shame that gets amplified when he’s around eiji.

- also whatever he’s up to these days would ofc still be Highly Dangerous and Illegal, but it keeps him busy and would sate the part of him that’s still hungry for adrenaline without him having to engage in stuff like active bloodshed or substance abuse. basically that’s how i imagine he’d try to cope with life the only way he knows.

- eiji continues to do photography and other part time gigs bc he does not like the idea of mooching off ash forever, and he slowly makes a name for himself.

- ash and eiji live together but they are NOT together in a romantic sense... not yet >:)

- therefore eiji will probably date other people in the meantime, which gets a little troublesome bc it's not like he can bring them home to where his secret Very Important Friend is secretly hiding.

- ash will maybe have one-night stands every now and then. or not. idk. this isn’t a very important detail.

- anyway there will be lots of clueless but mutual pining :)

- ash especially, is of the opinion that they should start living separately bc someone will eventually track him down, maybe someone who has a past or present grudge on him. combined with his current activities, it’s only a matter of time before eiji would unwittingly get dragged into his problems again.

- eiji is v adamantly against that plan bc he's sorta developed a debilitating sense of paranoia that ash might just get killed somewhere while he’s not looking. not that ash isn’t paranoid either, but his insecurities often tip the scale over to “eiji is safer away from me” than “with me”.

- basically they’re doing their whole “stay. no, leave. no, stay” dance all over again, but like, dragged out over MANY YEARS.

- you thought eiji’s letter would’ve cleared up any crossed wires?

- HELL NO

- like yea, there was probably a beautiful honeymoon period of about a year or two after they reunited, before their respective trauma and issues started creeping in and fucking things up again.

- esp on ash’s end, i think he’d engage in a lot of self-sabotage. and eiji is only human, he has his own limits and baggage too.

- there will be a government conspiracy plotline but on a smaller scale compared to canon that i am unfortunately not knowledgeable enough to worldbuild on, but it will probably have something to do with cybercrime/cyberterrorism/stuff like that bc it needs to tie in with ash's hacking shenanigans.

- i've heard that sing ends up becoming some sorta political big shot in yasha? idk, i haven't read it myself, but since china’s rising status was mentioned in GoL i imagine the plot should relate to that somehow.

- therefore sing would also get to be in this story!

- i guess this means yut-lung would come into the picture at some point as well, and it would be a good opportunity for a redemption arc but i haven’t given it much of a thought bc i’m indifferent to his character orz SORRY.

- look i can’t do plot, but i am basically envisioning a political thriller with a side of slow burn romance (wait, you mean like a rehash of canon?)

- i’m thinking max is the one who kicks off the story by bringing something fishy to ash, and they just end up uncovering more and more and MORE stuff as they keep going.

- so for like 80% of the story, ash and eiji will be separated bc ash will be busy spying or infiltrating something... and being at the center of Plot Things, while max and eiji will be more on the outside dealing with the journalist side of things. i’m fond of max-ash interactions but i’m also REALLY CURIOUS about max-eiji’s dynamic :D

- meanwhile sing will be like, half in and half out i imagine. he's versatile like that lol

- ...i did NOT mean that in a dirty way

- anyway, this will provide ash and eiji ample space to work out their issues separately, as i think living in close quarters for so many years has actually been aggravating them. ofc those issues don’t get 100% resolved by the end, but some time apart from each other to cool off and spend with other people should provide a bit of perspective.

- i want ash to make some NEW FRIENDS (!!!) that are on the same wavelength as him bc there’s only so much that he can tell eiji and i’m sure he gets rather lonely, so there will be OCs that he will meet in the middle of Plot Things.

- ash will get trapped at some point. preferably with sing so they can have a much needed heart-to-heart talk. they’ll have a lot to hash out, ranging from the events in BF, shorter’s and lao’s death, all the way to ash’s love life.

- btw i like the idea of eiji and sing being close drinking buddies who confide in one another but ash is kinda, justalittle, not very happy about that LOL

- i mean, it's not like eiji can confide in ash when ash is the topic at hand, ya get me? as for sing, he’s similar to ash in the sense that they live dangerous lives, so i imagine he just finds it nice to be able to hang out with someone mundane like eiji every now and then.

- not to say that ash and sing aren’t talking to each other at all, but i think they’d have a bit of a rift between them. sing probably does feel some resentment, both at ash for killing lao AND at himself bc he knows deep down that given a choice, he would’ve saved ash over his own brother. ash can sense that tortured vibe, so eiji’s like their middle man. AND THAT’S WHY THEY NEED A HEART-TO-HEART TALK

- (SIDE NOTE: i want akira to have a role in this too. i actually have a separate headcanon that happens prior to this story... kinda like an alternate GoL?

akira goes to the states to visit eiji, but ash is also there, yeah? akira and ash start out sorta prickly with each other bc ash is all weird and standoffish and always cooped up in his room. she probably mistook him as a jobless model mooching off eiji at first since 1) eiji and ibe have never spoken about him back in japan (cuz he’s supposed to be dead), 2) why would eiji be living with some random hot guy? unless they met during one of his photography gigs? right???

and then she ends up witnessing them in the middle of a tiff, which makes her not like ash even more bc HOW DARE HE YELL AT POOR OKUMURA-SAN??? UNGRATEFUL JERK!!!

but over the course of her visit, she snoops around learns a bit about their history and gathers hints as to why their r’ship is kinda strained. also ash and akira somehow end up bonding (reluctantly) over their emotional insecurities and part on a friendly rivalry to win over eiji’s affections (which eiji is completely oblivious to. also akira may have been 100% serious but ash was just jokingly playing along with her (OR WAS HE???)). anyway long story short, ash teaches akira some cool tech/IT stuff along the way so that leads to her gaining an interest in the field.

she won’t be able to do much in this story, but a minor role would be cool :)

^ a lighthearted gyoza-making scene amid all the angst)

- (SIDE NOTE #2: i ALSO want cain to feature in this, but bc canon provided very little bg info on him it’s hard for me to figure out where he’d fit. but i suppose that’s precisely why it would be great to include him, since i can just make up my own backstory! lol. for now, i think he should be connected to one of the new OCs to make him more central to the plot. or heck, he can be involved himself! ...yeah, i’m just salty about how cain was treated more like a convenient plot device compared to the other major side characters. we barely know anything about him even though he was one of ash’s most trusted allies. #caindeservedbetter2k20)

- anyway, back to the main story. ash (and his new "friends") barely escape where they’re held hostage. ash would be rusty with combat now as he’s spent the past few years doing only stealth work and being rather sedentary.

- so there’ll be lotsa old man!ash jokes like them poking fun at him whenever he complains about his back hehe

- when they finally emerge outside they find themselves in the middle of nowhere! they then hijack a passing pickup truck and do a roadtrip back to civilisation. ROAD TRIP FTW

- at this point, quite some time has already passed and ash even has a fuzzy beard and mane and all. he’s standing at the back of the truck with a small smile on his face and the wind blowing in his hair, thinking GONNA GO BACK AND SEE EIJI, MISS HIM LOADS, HELL YEA

- (bonus: this song and this scene is the catalyst for this entire headcanon btw)

(drew this about a year ago. i was trying to imitate the manga’s art style... and the ash i had in my mind was a little different. i’m too lazy to redraw, but he’s fuzzier now okay! MORE FUZZ! like an actual freakin LION!)

- meanwhile, eiji and max will get into some deep shit around this point?

- eiji in the pic above was me imagining that the Bad Guys had tossed some damning evidence (eg. severed body part?) on the ground like “ash’s dead/ash’s in a lot of danger now so hand over all the info u have”

- and eiji and max are like. SHOOKETH

- this would be the 3rd time ash has “died” after all, and as they say... 3rd time's the charm...

- eiji almost gives in, but then max spits in their face like fuck no and then... yeah. they get beat up and taken away or something lol

- EDIT: hmm... what if the Bad Guy is someone IN the government, and he uses his power to get eiji and max arrested for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive (ash). and then ash has to rescue them... JAILBREAK STYLE

- also it might be cool to introduce ash's mom somewhere in this story... maybe SHE'S the villain! mwahaha *drama intensifies*

- anyways they will get saved by ash and gang bc that’s just the way things go, BUT! only on the condition they already made it out at least 80% of the way bc GODDAMN IT👏LET👏EIJI👏BE👏BADASS👏FOR👏ONCE👏

- (that is, after he overcomes the initial shock of ash possibly being dead again... again...... again............)

- there will ofc be moments of “oh my god, you’re okay” "i thought i lost you...!"

- something like this, because one can never have enough cheesy reunion scenes

- this will eventually lead to REVELATIONS (of the romantic kind, yes)

- buuuut they will never say "i love you" directly to each other bc ash is too emotionally constipated and eiji is too japanese. it's okay, they will communicate it through heated stares 👀

- i would love for there to be a scene where they have to be separated again for Plot Reasons and ash sorta hesitantly goes all "...will you wait for me?" as a direct parallel to canon!eiji's "i'll be waiting" and it’s like,

- FINALLY!

- FINALLY!!!!!!!!!! ash has finally allowed himself to ask for this, to let himself want it!

- and eiji would be like OF COURSE I WILL YOU BIG DUMMY, ALWAYS AND FOREVER

- but i think it'd be hilarious if eiji pops up while ash's in the middle of the final showdown and ash's like WTF I TOLD YOU TO WAIT FOR ME and eiji's like I WAS WORRIED OKAY YOU WERE TAKING SO LONG

- idk how this is supposed to end...

- oh wait! since the plot is government-related, maybe Someone will be able to pull strings to wipe out ash’s criminal record (past and present) and give him a brand new 100% legal identity, as thanks for his efforts? or maybe ash (or sing) just does it himself somewhere along the way LOL. anyway, he’ll be able to start over with a fresh clean slate and finally work on recovery FOR REAL NOW. yes this is a happy ending AND it didn’t require him to go to japan /flips off canon

- ...i realise it’s never going to be that simple but W H A T E V E R

- (also they probably will visit japan in the future with that shiny new passport... gotta meet the in-laws and all y’know)

- who do i gotta pay to write this cheesy self-indulgent fic for me

#since tumblr is for talking to myself that is exactly what im gonna do now #a very long self-indulgent post //#banana fish

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mango7889 · 4 years

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The sun was setting on Canterlot, concluding another day at the castle medical office for Nurse redheart. That being said, medical is never to be unstaffed. Redheart had just finished packing up her days supplies and cleaning her work station.she then headed over to check on Aurora, seeing as she would be leaving the clinic in her hooves, and she was still finishing her training.

Aurora was getting her station organized when she heard Redheart start to talk from almost directly behind her.The loud voice made her jump. “I hope you’re ready to take over for the night Aurora. I’ve been training you for the past 8 months, so you should be more than ready. I don’t expect much to be going on, but be prepared for things like guards with sprains or scraps or any other minor injury that Glacial insists on rushing them in here with.”

After quickly composing herself, Aurora spent most of that nodding diligently, adding “yes ma’ams” here and there. She was taking it all in expecting her to go into another one of her rants But she stopped short and simply gave her the keys for medical. Aurora stood up straighter. “I won’t let you down ms.Redheart. When you get here in the morning it’ll be just how you left it, I promise!”

Nurse Redheart squinted her eyes. “Riiight, I’ll be holding you to that you know. I hope you still remember what happened last time you left a mess for me in the morning.” Aurora visibly shivered at the thought.

As Aurora shook her head she noticed Nurse Redheart was already heading for the door. “Good night ms. Redheart! I’ll see you in the morning.” Redheart waved to her as she left the office. With the office now in her hooves and having nothing else to do, Aurora sat back in her chair and pulled out her book, and started reading.

Night passed as uneventfully as Aurora thought it would. She was enjoying it though, sitting back reading while casually taking bites of the cake her sister Eclair made for her shift.

Nice and calm.

The door to medical slammed open as two guards barged in with somepony on a stretcher, bandages wrapped around their face. From the pained moans he was making it sounded pretty bad. Aurora’s eyes shot wide as she jumped out of her skin for the second time tonight. She quickly ran over to her station and waved them over. The guards set the wounded bat on the table. “He’s hurt pretty bad doc. I wasn’t allowed to know what had happened on orders from director Brass Tax. All I know is it’s pretty bad damage to his eye. We were told to leave him with medical and report back.”

Aurora’s mind was going a mile a minute as she tried to process what she was being told. The guards started to walk towards the door when Aurora came back to reality. “W-wait you’re just leaving him with me!?” all she got was a yes ma’am before the door closed behind them. “Oh dammit why tonight while Redheart is out? Oh we’ll just leave you this seriously wounded guy with no explanation of what caused it! It’s fine you’ll figure it out’.”

As Aurora was pacing in circles panicking, the bat pony spoke up. “Miss I don’t suppose you have any painkillers. Not to rush you or anything but this does hurt pretty bad.”

His comment snapped Aurora out of her panic. “I’m so sorry! I’ll get started right away!” Grabbing a nearby by bottle of painkillers, she shook out two pills and grabbed a little paper cup and filled it with water.

Aurora gave him the medication and pulled over her tray of tools and supplies. “ That should help ease the pain while I get started working on your injury.” He took the meds as Aurora cutaway the bandages to see the injury for herself. Getting through the layers of bandage she started to see the part where blood was soaking through. Most of it was around his left eye area, primarily on the eye itself. Once the last of the bandage was carefully removed she was able to take stock of the damage. It was bad. He had a deep gash in an upwards direction that started just beneath his eye and crossed over the eye itself, ending just above the eye. He also had a cut on his cheek that would probably scar but it was the least of her worries. Without even needing to take a closer look she knew his eye would never work again. The cut was incredibly deep, and she could make out parts of the eye that had been completely destroyed.

The work she had to do could not be done while he was awake, that was for sure. “Sir I’m going to need to put you under for this. It’s going to be a while and I can’t have you moving an inch.”

He nodded as best he could. “Got it. The names Nox by the way, and I’m assuming it’s pretty bad?”

As stoic as he was trying to act, Aurora could tell he was feeling nervous and worried. She grabbed the small mask that was hooked up to a canister and placed it over his muzzle. “Don’t worry Nox, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Now just try to relax and let the anesthetic do its job.”

Nox tried to say something along the lines of ‘I trust you’ll do fine, what Aurora actually heard was “Ib truffulduu fiii” before he passed out completely. With Nox fully sedated now she was able to start her work on repairing all the damage to his eye. As her work continued she found that, while the eye was a lost cause, the damage didn’t go any deeper than the eye. The socket was fairly intact with only some light superficial damage. The cut above and below the eye would scar for sure but it would also heal up rather quickly. The cheek cut was a little deep but didn’t pierce it so the mouth was safe. Once the area was clear she stitched up his cheek as for his eye, she had to sterilize it since it was just one big open wound. Once the eye was sterilized and sealed, Aurora put a large patch bandage over it with some antibiotics to keep the area free from infections.

Her work was done at this point, nothing left to do but watch over him and change out his bandage when needed. She only wished she knew him other than just his name. Aurora would usually try and contact friends and family at this point but Aurora figured she’d just have to ask him when he came too.

A little over 2 hours had passed when Nox finally woke up again. Aurora heard the sharp inhale come from him as the painkiller was wearing off. Aurora quickly hopped over to Nox to check on him as she reached him she also got another dose of painkillers and some water in case he needed it.

Nox rolled over to lay down on his stomach rather than on his back. He reached up to rub his eye reflexively when Aurora quickly swatted his hoof away. He looked at her as she blushed and rubbed the back of her neck. “Heh, s-sorry about that, just habit. Um…please don’t rub your eye, I don’t want the stitching to come free. Oh and don’t move your face muscles too much. And don’t lay on your face… Just try not to do much with your face at all really.”

Nox laughs a bit before giving her a much more somber look. “I wanna know though, how bad was it. You mentioning that it’s stitched probably means I won’t be seeing out of this eye again right?”

Aurora sighed. “The eye was completely gone. No matter what I could have tried it was never going to heal. Luckily the wound wasn’t as bad as it could have been.”

She paused for a moment before asking the question that’s been eating away at her for the whole process. “I have to ask…What exactly happened? I mean it’s not every day sompony comes in here with a real injury and your’s was really bad.”

Nox giving his neck a rub tried to look anywhere that wasn’t Aurora. “Honestly I can’t actually say. That information is kinda lock and key if you know what i mean. The best I can give you is that I was asking the wrong questions in the right places and not covering my tracks very well.”

Aurora’s eyes lit up a bit. “Oooo, that sounds so cloak and dagger! Are you a spy or…a… Right can’t tell me. Regardless try and be more careful, Nox. If whoever did this was able to do the damage they did they probably could have killed you.”

Despite the pain in his eye Nox tried to ease Aurora’s worry. He gave her his honest attempt at a genuine smile. “It’s not as bad as it looks”

Aurora was trying to prep his replacement bandage she looked over at him with a knowing and worried look. “I’m not sure you’re a good judge of that right now.” She finished readying the bandage and slowly removed his current one. She was happy to see that her work was holding and there was no sign of additional bleeding or infection. With his bandage replaced she figured now was time to ask about friends and family to contact.

Aurora put away the supplies she was using and grabbed a quill with paper. “So Nox, I need to fill out who to contact, friends, family, that sort of thing.”

Nox smiled but Aurora could feel his slight dis-interest in the subject. “Well most of my friends probably already know, or will know pretty soon. As for family, I have a sister named lavender. She’s probably at home so you can send a runner to my address. Don’t bother filling out the space for parents, Mom’s dead and I have no interest in seeing my waste of space father again.”

Aurora felt a little bad from the sting on the way he said ‘father’. “Got it. I’ll send for your sister right away. For now please just try and get some rest.

Things had finally calmed down again. Aurora was now sitting back next to Nox reading her book while he got some much needed rest. Two chapters into her book and Nox sound asleep at this point, things were good.

The door to medical slammed open once again. Aurora jumping out of her chair in a panic and only managing to end up sprawling on the floor. Nox meanwhile jumped to his hooves in a defensive stance. When Aurora looked up she saw a young, wide-eyed, lavender coloured mare standing in the door looking frantic. When she spotted Nox, she let out a gasp before sprinting over and taking him in a seemingly bone crushing hug.

The lavender mare let go of Nox but still kept him in her hooves. “Sweet stars! Are you alright!? What happened!? Who did this!? Are you going to be able to see again!? How long have you been here!? Do..”

Before she could go on Nox gently put his hoof over her muzzle. “Calm down, Lavender. It’s alright! I’m fine thanks to Aurora over there.” Aurora still reeling at the situation, just raised a hoof and waved.

Nox gave a calm smile and continued. “There was a complication with work. Sadly that’s all I can say, and it’s for your own safety. But all you need to know is I’m fine now and it’ll be okay. I’ll be honest, I won’t be seeing out of this eye again. But before you say anything, I knew the dangers of this job before I jumped into it.”

Lavender let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “I know you’re okay and that you knew the risk. It’s just..just.” She once again threw her forelegs around Nox but in a much softer hug. Tears started to stream down her face as she cried into his shoulder.

Aurora finally got up went walked over to close the door, giving the two a bit more privacy. She also decided it was best just to go sit back at her desk on the other side of the medical office and read to give those two some time together.

A little while later and Lavender finally let go. Watery eyes looked up at Nox. “Please never scare me like that again. You’re the only family I have left, and I don’t know what I’d do if ever you didn’t come home.”

Nox was softly petting her mane. “Sis you know I can’t promise that…But I can promise to try my very best to make sure that never happens. Remember, if anything like that ever happens to me, Glacial’s already said she’d look after you in a heartbeat.

Lavender clearly didn’t like the idea, but she grit her teeth and nodded. She let go of Nox and walked over to Aurora. “Thank you for taking care of my brother, Aurora. I really appreciate what you did.”

Aurora giggled a little at Lavender’s timid thanks. “No problem sweetie, it’s why I’m here. If you’d like, he’s free to head out with you. Just make sure to keep him balanced until he gets used to only using one eye.”

Aurora then looked over at Nox. “And you, remember to check on your eye in the morning and look for any signs of infection. Also if you start feeling any pain, remember to take your medication. For any other problems, you’re welcome to come right back.” Now dropping her more serious tone in favour of a softer one, she continued. “And please try and take care of yourself out there.”

A swift nod and thanks from Nox and the two of them headed out, leaving Aurora once again in a silent and calm medical office. And a rather messy one now that she looked at it, probably should have been cleaning in the down time.

Aurora was just about to start cleaning when for the third time in that night, or rather unfortunately dawn now, The door swung open. Once again startling the hell out of Aurora as Nurse Redheart flew into the room.

Her eyes scanned the room and then immediately landed on the now prone Aurora. “What in tartarus happened last night!? I hear that an intelligence operative is wounded severely and in your care, the office looks like a disaster, you didn’t feel the need to contact me about something so drastic, AND you’re just laying on the floor!”

Aurora gave a sheepish grin with a look of terror on her face. “U-uh…I can explain everything?” With Nox healed, for the most part, and Aurora getting reamed out by Redheart, things were back to normal once again.

#StoryBonusArt!#AQM #Nox #Aurora #askqueenmoon

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astra-musings · 4 years

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catch a break, part 2

requested? yep, continuation of a request by @faithiebrock01

this fic includes: owen grady x ready, fluff(?), ooc? kinda? lots of question marks today

warnings: some graphic imagery, the indom kinda uh eats a person so there’s that, but i don’t think i got too much into the details so,, also im pretty sure my grammar and tenses are all over the place in this lmao

summary: chaos. that’s... kinda it. a lack of understanding and a great deal more of underestimating a genetically-engineered animal’s intelligence and abilities definitely creates a mess that you can’t even begin to clean up.

a/n: so... my last update was... apparently a month ago... im SO sorry... covid really fucked me up, it got IB exams cancelled and idk how to feel! im sorry! but uh i will definitely try to be more consistent (ahem) with updates, i feel so bad oh no but 🥺please still give this lots of loveee

word count: 1.8k+ (oops)

part 1 // part 1.5

masterlist

Your body involuntarily tensed upon entering the Indominus's enclosure. You were looking for an entire dinosaur (which, when you think about it, was weird; how did something that enormous go missing?), and yet couldn't help serenity that bubbled inside you from being in a forest and submerged in nature's sounds. Talk about conflict.

Owen immediately walks over to the claw marks, hands reaching out to trace over the whitened cement. If you didn't actually know him, you might've called him excited to be here. You knew he wasn't.

You'd only been standing in the heat for a few minutes but could already feel your clothes gradually dampening with the sweat that started to gather. "How the hell would that thing have gotten out, anyway? Not like it could've walked out without anyone seeing it."

Barely a second passes before the too-familiar sound of rustling leaves comes from behind you. Too far to be something on the ground. Too crisp to be just a few leaves you stepped on. And much too loud to be just the wind. Owen's shoulders tense visibly before he turns back to you, already trying to make sure you were close by.

Your eyes meet his in silent confirmation. It's still here.

Right before the warning signals from your brain can reach your limbs, a roar rips through the jungle-like enclosure, so deep and so loud that it vibrates in your ribcage, as though you stood too close to the speakers at a party and someone was playing bass-boosted hits.

Owen reacts before you do, grabbing your wrist and turning the other way. Your legs move on their own accord, stepping into a sprint before your brain actually registers what's happening.

The security guard that was frozen stiff in the control room must've been keeping an eye on the two of you with the cameras while you were in the enclosure, because the reinforced gates a few feet away from you started sliding open. You only hoped you had enough time to slip through the opening before the Indominus did.

But just as you and Owen closed in on the gates, they started to close again. Owen throws the briefest glance back towards the control room, as if the guard could hear the nearly audible 'what the hell?' his face was giving off. You push the wrist he was holding towards him. Keep moving.

Adrenaline fuels your bodies, steering you and Owen on autopilot towards the gate that, at this point, seemed like it was moving further away. The gap through which you’d escape wasn't getting any wider either.

Owen reaches his hand out, extending his form, as though he was holding open the doors to an elevator. As if it would stop hundreds of tons' worth of metal and cement.

Your ears ring. Owen's body slips swiftly through the still-narrowing gap of the metal gates as his grip on your hand tightens almost painfully. A reminder that both of you were going to make it out of that enclosure. I've got you. You're with me.

And you do; you nearly crash into him as you push your legs just that much more so that you could catch up to Owen.

You turned back to look at the gates, feet still running on autopilot. Instead of seeing the gates close and finally allowing your body to come to a halt, hooked claws slipped through the seemingly too-small gap, its tips digging into the hard, layered cement as though it was anything but.

"You're fucking kidd–" You barely get the entire sentence out before Owen pulls you to the side, pushing you under an SUV as he followed a second later.

You manage to turn your head to the side, straining your eyes as you tried to gauge what the hell this animal was trying to do. Turns out, it wasn't that hard to figure out – you watched the workers' scrambling feet run across the gravel, trying to get themselves to safety, only to be followed by the too-large and too-scaly feet of the Indominus. You watched as its claws came to a brief halt behind each man and woman, before a distant thud ensued, followed by a headless or torso-less figure dropping onto the ground. You watched as those same claws grow nearer to where you and Owen were.

You gripped his hand. Your breathing was still labored, not having been able to come down off of the adrenaline that still kept you going.

Owen's hand pulls out of yours, prompting you to snap your head towards him in worry. What are you doing? Where are you going?

He seems to read your mind, nodding slightly as a response. He pulls a drop point knife from his back pocket, reached up above him and immediately started to tear apart some of the thicker linings on the underside of the vehicle.

You jab your elbow into him as silently as you could; what the hell was he doing? Was he going to blow up the car while you were still under it?!

He ignores you, continuing his relentless crusade on the wiring. Soon after Owen pulls them and empties its contents over the both of you as you scrunch your nose and eyes up. You're showered with cold liquid – water? No, water didn't stink; this was gasoline. Would this hurt the baby? Now you're really worried. You'd always trusted Owen in making decisions before, especially regarding your raptors, but now you were starting to question him for the first time.

A crunch in the gravel makes you spin your head to face the exterior of the car. It's those claws again. You'd almost forgotten about them in your, what now seems like blissful ignorance, worrying about Owen and his knife work.

Owen's hand grips your outer forearm, swiftly turning your body sideways to face him as he does the same. He didn't want you to keep looking. You feel his hand cradle your head to his chest.

Warmth spreads across your back. No, not from what Owen was doing. It was a literal, physical warmth. Like someone turned a fan on, but it spun out hot air instead of cool air. Like what you'd feel if someone whispered so close to ear that you could feel their breath on you.

It was the Indominus. Didn't take a genius to figure that part out. Except, now that you knew what it was, your nose seemed to involuntarily hone in on the metallic hints of the air that continued to fan across the both of you. Blood.

Your eyes screw shut as you press your forehead farther into Owen as the Indominus lets out a low growl from the base of its throat. It was so close to you, you felt your chest vibrate with the sound.

Almost as quick as it came, the Indominus struts away from the vehicle, away from you. The thumps and vibrations ripple across the ground, fading with the Indominus's continuous, low growls.

The gravel shifts once more, only this time it was right next to you, and the source of the sound was Owen – one you knew and one that was much, much, more comforting than some genetically-engineered beast. Fishing for his phone, he pushes his hips up to reach into his back pocket. His fingers move deftly across the screen, swiping and punching for some currently unknown number. The hand behind your head holds you closer to his chest.

The dull ringing of the phone is interrupted, "Owen! The Indominus esc–"

"Yeah, I fucking know it escaped! You didn't see Y/N and I running for our fucking lives, Claire?!"

So it was Claire on the other end.

"Of course I saw, Owen. I saw everything. Are you okay? How's Y/N?–"

"You don't get to fucking ask how we are, Claire. You put us in that room. You put your workers, your security guards and yourself in danger. You put Y/N in danger," at the mention of your name, you lift your head away from his chest and place a hand in its place. You could tell he was getting a little heated. Ever since you'd gotten together and started working with the raptors, he'd been extra-sensitive about your getting in harm's way.

"Speaking of security guards; the one that was with us in there? Yeah, his head's just making its way down the Indominus's digestive tract. So yeah, we're fuckin’ peachy."

Silence follows on the other end. Owen heaves out a sigh, as though reluctant to be having this conversation.

"Y/N and I are gonna make our way back to you. Keep an eye on that... thing. You need to keep it the hell away from your park guests, otherwise–" Owen pauses. Not a single one of you wanted to say, or even think, about what would happen, otherwise. He hangs up with a huff.

"C'mon, baby, let's get you outta here." He slides himself out from under the car as you begin to do the same, getting to your side just as you're about to get up. He dusts off your shirt, taking your face in his hands with the gentlest cradle.

"Are you okay?" he tilts your head from one side to another, looking for injuries, "Did it getcha? Scratches? Bruises? Does it hurt anywh–"

"I'm fine, Owen," placing your hands on his forearms, you bring his frantic movements to a stop, "this head might just fall off if you move it anymore, though." You try to joke.

He lets out a breath, "S'not funny, baby. I don't know how you're still laughing after that."

"I'm just tryna make you smile, love," you give him a gentle but reassuring grin, "no, but really, I'm okay. Promise. A few scratches, I think, but that was from the gravel."

"Besides," you start, "some 40-feet tall dinosaur could never lay a claw on me." You puff your chest out comically.

Owen laughs heartily. "You're somethin' else, y'know that? God, I dunno what I'd do without you. Too strong for your own good," he pauses briefly to entwine your hands, "c'mon, we still got a long way to go before we get to the control room. We'll take the bike, yeah?"

You let out a small 'mhm' in response, smiling up at him before he turns to lead you to where his motorbike was still, supernaturally, scratch-free except for the fact that it was turned to its side.

Owen turns back to give you one last smile before letting go to pick up and reposition his bike. You take those few seconds to let your smile drop as your mind and hands wander back to your stomach for the nth time that day.

"C'mon, Y/N," he beckons you from the now upright bike, "you alright?" He seemed to notice your sudden change in expression.

"Yeah, I'm good," you bite your tongue, not wanting to add onto his currently growing list of worries, "Let's go."

#owen grady x reader #owen grady imagine #owen grady #jurassic world #jurassic world imagine #chris pratt #chris pratt imagine #chris pratt x reader #owen grady reader insert #chris pratt reader insert #fic #faithiebrock01 #catch a break #astra-musings

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queer-as-used-by-tolkien · 3 years

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OMG the headcanon ask, I want to ask all of them but lest see... 3, 17 and 20? Bonus question 24: Do you have any headcanons about Laranthir of the Wild's name? What does 'of the Wild' mean? Is it a title? Why does he get called that?

Thank you for asking!! Sorry for responding so late, I've been busy and these questions are tough. I have literally never thought of the answers to these, but I'll do my best to come up with something!

3: How big is the Pact in respect to other military forces? Who supports them monetarily (they've had enough resources to build Fort Trinity long before it was certain they could even take Zhaitan).

Well I actually have encountered this question before, and my answer has always been: it doesn't matter, it's a fantasy world and I'll just ignore this logistic question. But I'm actually thinking maybe the concept of fighting the dragons is a tad more widespread than we're lead to believe, or at least - we're given the impression that if you're anti-dragon, you're in the Pact, but I don't think so.

In the American Civil War, if I remember correctly, three percent of the population was fighting, ten more percent was supporting in other ways, twenty more percent generally agreed with the war and provided things like encouragement, I guess. My numbers could be off or which war it was could be off, but I imagine something like that is vaguely true for all wars - some fight, more support, and even more agree. But I imagine the Vigil and some of the Order of Whispers was the three percent, and the Priory and some of the Whispers were the ten percent, plus a bunch of civilians who decided their contribution would be monetary support. Of course these demographics would shift as the wars went on, and especially after the World Summit, in Elona, and of course there was all sorts of mass confusion during HoT and IBS.

I imagine most of the Pact's monetary support comes from individual donors and not, like, companies, and it's a military organization so it wouldn't fall under the domain of a charity organization. I think there is actually a dialogue in the Vigil Keep about preparing for like a fundraiser or something.

As to how the Pact compares to other military forces - on the one hand, I would be inclined to say it is small because I get the general impression that being a fighter of dragons is sort of a niche occupation, and if you are a member of the Pact that's like something really strange and if you're in like a town or something and say you're a member, people will flock to you in curiosity or else think you're a weirdo - at least during the PS. (There was far more worldbuilding in the PS than in anything after just because of the number of zones and ambient dialogue and all the questlines, so I tend to headcanon everything into PS first before sprouting up into present-day.) But at the same time I'm thinking - the Pact's success can't stem just from being a union of the Orders and being ridiculously passionate about their thing. They've got to have some significant numbers.

They're multi-national and multi-Order, so you'd think this is a big sprawling group of people with representatives in every town, and in one sense that fits as well, and is probably more lore-accurate, but my gut kinda says they're still small. Maybe they're just small in comparison with the Elder Dragons, and that's where I get that feeling. Honestly, I have no idea, but either they're huge or they're tiny, and I have no idea which. I mean, if you're a member of X race and you want to fight, you can either join your race's military/self-defense system (Seraph, Wardens, Wolfborn, Peacemakers, Lionguard, and of course the charr have military that military this all over the place) OR you can join the Pact, and that depends on what you want to fight or whether you feel strongly about the dragons. Like, you can't be drafted into the Pact, whereas I imagine the Seraph might.

So - no clue! But there's some thoughts to keep you company XD.

17: With both rifles and bows existing next to each other, what technology do rifles use? Flintlocks? Do they have magazines? Breach- or frontloaders?

I'll be honest, I have no idea what flintlocks and breachloaders are, and I have a suspicion about frontloaders. But I get the idea!

I saw one response to this question that explained different races/cultures have different styles and different technologies based on their priorities, and I think I agree with this, but also: a bow isn't just a projectile-firing weapon that is outclassed by a gun. Guns are noisy, for one thing, and it's generally inadvisable to use one unless you have training with it. Bows are both simpler to learn and understand, easier to maintain, etc.

But one consideration is this: magic. Perhaps guns and bows interact with magic differently (wood/string vs metal), and so based on your priorities, you'll use one over the other and they can both hold their own in their different contexts.

I don't know the first thing about rifles, as I mentioned above, but I'd generally assume they're built like our Earth rifles - not modern gunnery, I mean I don't see machine guns (although we've seen golems spray projectiles everywhere, so that might count) in Tyria, so maybe an older version of what we have.

One important distinction to make is that, while on Earth we've moved to entirely ranged, bullet-firing monstrosities, as far as I know, Tyria hasn't. Guns are just another type of weapon, and if you prefer a sword, go for it! Maybe guns are still awkward and unwieldy, but my opinion is that bullet wounds are simply laughable.

We're in Tyria here. We have healing magic around every corner. A bullet wound might kill a person or take him down temporarily, but then he's up again. Arrow wounds are more difficult to heal and you're more likely to bleed out or something. I think this is the real reason behind such weapon disparity in Tyria - it's that unless you get a lethal blow that kills quickly, they're gonna get healed, so if you're good with one weapon and good at killing quickly, it doesn't really matter so long as you stay alive and they don't. (And this is also why Risen are so horrific in canon - they don't die when they should. Stab through the heart? You're trained to aim for the quick kill, but quick kill assumes they're not already dead. You have to hack at extremities to neutralize a Risen opponent and it's just - shiver.)

20: How much has Orr been restored at this point?

It's cleansed of corruption but lacks natural nutrients in the soil for things to grow! (I answered this in a similar fashion to above here.)

24 (Wild Card): Do you have any headcanons about Laranthir of the Wild's name? What does 'of the Wild' mean? Is it a title? Why does he get called that?

I have not thought about this, but off the top of my head: maybe he was the first sylvari to befriend a charr? He's a Secondborn, so that's feasible. Or maybe he gained that title from the wanderings he did that led to him meeting Almorra.

But also, the most defining element of his character is that he's always sought love. So maybe he calls himself 'of the Wild' to indicate he's sort - out on his own, in this wilderness that is Tyria, without a companion to lean on. So he's got this sort of wild, hollow, aloneness vibe, like a traveler looking for something that he can never find. (Ouch that's giving me goosebumps already.) Now think about IBS and Darkrime Delves.

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I am aware these replies (esp the first two!) are very rambly and only pick up coherence at the end, but I think through talking. I looked through this to try and take out unnecessary stuff but... it was all relevant... XDD (this happens when trying to tl;dr my own notes to myself as well haha) Again, thanks for asking!! I like coming up with these XDD.

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hoodharlow · 4 years

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Going the Distance

Inspired by @aestheticcalhood on ig (bolded is was she tweeted) and this. Some of y’all be mad that our mans cut his hair again. Dejalo if he likes it then he likes it. This was originally going to be about the G’Day USA event, but I rewrote it lol

Summary: Cal somehow convinced Sol’s dad into letting her travel to Australia with him and the boys for the Fire Fight Australia benefit concert. Actions then show, how they’ll go the distance for each other.

Word count: 5.3k words

Warnings: Some smut I wasn’t planning on writing lol

maybe angst??

Enjoy <3

“That was wild. Sandy from Grease hugged me. I can’t believe she just confirmed that me, Sol Mariana Gutierrez-Solano, is cute. I mean obvio, but Olivia fucking Newton-John called me cute.” I blabbed to Cal when we got to the hotel room.

We were going to stay with Cal’s mom, Joy, but since she lives on the other side of Sydney, it would be a waste of time driving back and forth from her house to the main part of Sydney. Cal held the door open for me to enter. Before going in, I held onto his shoulder as I kicked off my boots.. But Cal made sure to wake me up when Alice Cooper was performing, so we can go watch him out with the crowd. He told me to stay down there while they performed, so he can just come back and watch Queen right after.

“When was that? Because you were asleep everytime I would go over and check on you.” He teased without looking at his phone. Earlier today we were at the Fire Fight Australia, FFA, benefit concert. Cal and Joy picked me up from the airport and drove us straight to the stadium where the concert was being held because they had sound check. The second we got to their greenroom I passed out on one of the many couches.

“It’s not my fault I can’t sleep during flights, so I’ve been up for over 16 hours. On top of that I pulled all nighters the past few nights to get my school shit done, so I can enjoy some days in Australia. Because my best friend somehow convinced my overprotective dad to let me cross the Pacific Ocean for a few days just as I settled into spring semester.” I argued while trying to pull off my‒Cal’s jacket off. I sat on the floor and pulled out some sweats, also Cal’s, to change into.

On the drive to the stadium he had me change into their Friends of Friends merch to promote while I walked around. Olivia also thought my t-shirt was cute too so...

After a few seconds of silence, I looked back at Cal, and he was still on his phone. I drowned the pang of jealousy that crossed my heart, thinking that he was talking to someone. Though it’s been months since he talked to someone.

Luke casually mentioned it to me, a few days before they left for Sydney, when Crystal asked us about our, the bands plus me, Valentine’s Day plans.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling and pausing every three seconds to read whatever he was looking at. I watched his frown deepen. I know that look on his face. It happens when he’s over thinking something, like when he can’t get the right line for a song.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked with concern.

“Do you think I made a mistake?” Cal ran his hand over his freshly cut hair.

“With what?” I asked, sitting next to him.

“Buzz cutting my hair.” He looked up at me. I looked down at his phone. From what I could read, there’s a bunch of fans tweeting that they wanted the curls back and were upset that he cut them. They’re still not over it? They had the same response a few weeks ago at the G’Day USA event.I anonymously went off on a few Tumblr accounts that complained about his hair the day after the event. They cared more about his hair than the fact that he was being selfless and spent his birthday rehearsing his butt off to perform for a benefit concert that hit close to home.

Malagradesidas, they can’t appreciate shit.

“I still can’t believe you keep going to my cousin, so he can cut it.” I said, trying to lighten up his mood.

“You said he’s in barber school.” He replied defensively.

“For three years,” I pointed out to him. He was about to say something, but I continued, “it’s a ten month program. They still have him work with the mannequin heads. I’m surprised your head is still attached.”

“Sol , jokes aside, what do you think of it?” He asked, the question heavy with insecurities.

“Honestly?” I asked. On my knees, I got behind him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he held onto my arms. I try not to think of the heat he’s giving off and how that makes me feel some typa way.

Then I finally say, “ From a fan’s perspective, I think that we should stop worrying about your hair. We should acknowledge the fact that you’re more happy and confident with yourself, which should be all that matters. Personally, I fucking love it. I mean it really suits your current style and vibe. Sure you looked good with curls, can’t deny the facts,the buzz-cut just represents how you’ve matured and grown as an artist.”

“Really?” Cal asked quietly, a little surprised that I told him all of that, but at the same time he sounded relieved that I did.

“Pinky swear.” I held out my pinky to him, so he can interlocked his.

After a few minutes I unwrapped my arms from him and laid down near the nightstand. I reached for the room service menu on the nightstand. Cal followed suit. He tapped my legs, so he can rest in between them as I rubbed his head.

This kinda became our thing. It started when they were touring with the Chainsmokers, and their team asked me to go on tour with them. That summer I interned at their management's studio shadowing one of their music producers that helped produce their CALM album. They wanted me to get a feel of what touring was like and other aspects of the music industry, for the future, and to add to my resume. I agreed, much to my dad’s dismay because it meant taking a semester off.

Anyways, one day while the boys waited until they had to go back on stage and perform ‘Who Do You Love,’ there were no open seats for Cal to sit, so it kinda just happened. Luke had a field day when it first happened. Because I may have accidentally called him drunk, crying about how I have hella feels for Cal, when I meant to call my cousin, Lucas. After that I changed Lucas to Pelucas.

“I’m hungry. What’s a Halal snack box?” I asked. The only thing I recognized on the menu was fish and chips.

“They’re similar to carne asada fries, but Middle Eastern.” He explained. He pushed himself up and rested his head on my nonexistent boobs, pushing my shirt up with him. I try to ignore the heat one of his arms is giving off as he’s resting it on the exposed part of my stomach.

“That sounds good.”

“You’re going to eat that at,” he lifted his head to look at the alarm clock, “2 in the morning?” He asked, looking up at me.

“Yeah, it’s not like I never eat at one am. I am a college student.” I shrugged. I reached over to grab the phone and order it, but half with no meat for Cal.

The lady told me that they will send it up in fifteen. Cal went to get his laptop, so we could finish watching Nailed It! France. We were facetime watching it while I was at the airport yesterday. Today? A few days ago? Honestly, I’m not sure what day it is.

“You actually got it done.” Cal said as he crawled over me.

“What?”

“Your ‘whetu’ tattoo.” He said, rubbing the tattoo over with his thumb. I wonder how his thumb would if he were to rub my cli-

“Yeah, I was in Guadalajara with my cousins. Kenny’s girlfriend’s brother is a tattoo artist. I was like fuck it and got it done. Plus, I’m able to hide it. You know my dad.” I said, pulling down my shirt. I was basically showing him my bralette covered my nonexistent boobs to him.

We both got our nicknames tattooed. On good days I like calling him ‘frutita’ which means little fruit in Spanish because kiwi is a little fruit. Mama Hood was actually the first one to call me ‘whetu,’ which is star in Maori. Then Cal started to call me that just to tease me, but it kinda stuck. The nickname played out well because my name is literally sun in Spanish. I had planned on getting it tattooed on my ankle, but I love wearing rolled up jeans. So it became a big no because my dad would have murdered me, so I went with getting it on my rib like Cal did.

“How did you manage to get it done? You’re the most ticklish person I know.”

“I had like six Palomas in my system and didn’t feel shit. I could get run over again and not feel anything.”

“I still can’t believe you walked to school after getting hit by a car.” Cal said, shaking his head; once again moving my shirt up.

In the beginning of my summer internship Cal made a comment on how I'm always on time to things. I casually brought up that I'm so punctual that I got run over while I was walking to school my senior year, but I quickly got up and continued walking. I made it to my math class before the warning bell rang. In my defense the car had left, and I was doped up on adrenaline.

“I had a test for IB Math HL, and it was critique day in IB Art. I couldn't not go."

"You're insane."

"But you love me." I smiled, rubbing his hair once more.

A few minutes later we heard a knock on the door. Cal went to retrieve our food while I went to the bathroom to change into the sweats I left out earlier.

He came back after a couple of minutes. "Sorry that took a bit. The lady’s daughter was a fan and asked for a picture.”

“Oh that’s sweet of you." I said, reaching over for the tray of food.

We ate in silence, occasionally laughing at the contestants’ misfortunes. I’m not sure how, but I ended up cuddling with Cal. I sat between his legs with my back to his chest. One of his arms was casually wrapped around me. I felt his chest rise and fall every time he laughed when the main judge would make a face at what the contestants were doing. After two episodes, I stopped paying attention to the show. I started to get jittery and moved around trying to get comfortable. I accidentally hit a bump on Cal’s thigh, and he let out a moan in my ear sending shivers down my body. I turned around to look at him. My eyes glanced down at his lips. Then I looked up and met his eyes. I did the unthinkable and kissed him.

I pulled away seconds later.

“What the fuck Sol?” Cal asked, pushing me away. .

Ya me chingue.

I swallowed hard, "I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have um, I’m sorry."

"Yeah, you shouldn’t have. Look, I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed. Let’s just pretend nothing happened." He mumbled past me.

Nomás que chilles, I told myself.

I wanted the bed to swallow me whole. I curled up in a ball on the bed near the edge, but not too close to the edge where I could fall, nor close enough to Cal. I covered myself with my blanket.

Cal came out a few minutes later and got under the covers on his side. A blanket of tension and awkwardness covered us.

In a matter of minutes, Cal was out cold. That was when I let out my silent tears.

I'm an idiot. This shit would happen to me.

I spent the whole night going over every single thing Cal has ever done for me. From defending me when some of his fans called me a clout chaser because I posted a picture with him at the beach after a long night in the studio. To flying my dad out to spend my birthday with me in the middle of their tour. To now, how he somehow convinced me my presence here was crucial for the success of the band. I stupidly let myself catch feelings for him.

Some time in the middle of the night Cal reached over and pulled me to his chest in his sleep. I carefully lifted his arm off me and switched with a pillow.

I couldn't stand being in bed with him and got up. I went over to the couches and started working on my paper for my philosophy class. It wasn't due until a few weeks from now, but I needed to occupy my brain on something other than Cal.

Cal's alarm rang, jostling him awake. From the corner of my eye I watched as he looked confused at the pillow and got up. He grabbed some denim jeans and his infamous sensations t-shirt from his suitcase and went into the bathroom.

I heard a knock on the door and begrudgingly went to see who it was.

"Hey. Why aren't you ready?" Luke greeted.

"I forgot about this extra credit thing that's due before midnight. Because attendance is part of my grade, I need all the points I can get with all these absences."

"Oh, well you better be ready later. We are going to that deli cult later today." He said.

"Yellow Deli is not a cult, cult. It's just a chain of restaurants that play folk music." I defended my favorite place in my home town.

While touring I would wander off to the Yellow Delis if they were close to the arena. After their show in San Diego, Cal and I detoured to the one in my hometown on our way to LA. My goal is to visit every single one around the world.

"Hey." Cal said behind me.

"I should get back to work. Have fun." I replied, avoiding Cal's gaze.

"Bye, Sol."Luke said, waving as Cal pushed him out.

You poor obvious soul, Luke.

I couldn't concentrate on the conclusion for my paper, so I hopped in the shower. I changed into some shorts and a backless tank top.

I quickly called home to check in. I almost lost it when my dad started telling me how proud he was that I’m following my dreams and that I have good friends here to support me.

I really want to go home. I could ask my dad, but I don’t know how to tell him that I made a complete fool of myself and let my feelings get the best of me. He was the one to teach me not to let my feelings get the best of me.

I checked my messages and there's a bunch from Luke asking what happened between Cal and me. He even quoted Shawn Mendes because he 'could cut the tension with a knife.' The last one I read was that they couldn’t do Yellow Deli because they have an interview later today. I tossed my phone on the couch.

Tiredness finally hit me, letting me doze off. When I woke up, I heard Cal in the bathroom talking to someone.

“I’ve missed you too, love… I can’t wait to see you...” He said to whoever he was talking to.

I took a deep breath and got up to where my backpack was. I pulled on my airpods and scrolled through cooking videos on IGTV because I didn’t want to hear the rest when he got out. I pretended not to see Cal when he walked out of the bathroom in just his pants.

I glued my eyes to my phone watching Martha Stewart make some caramelized mustard-marmalade wings. The wings actually looked good. That’s coming from a lemon pepper wings lover. It’s been a minute since I’ve had wings.

“Sol.” Cal patted my leg, startling me and causing me to drop my phone on my face.

“Jesus, Cal.”

“Sorry, I er. Can you help me pick out a shirt?” He asked.

In less than 24 hours this dude really rejects me without having a mature talk about it and now asks me to help him pick out a shirt for his date later.

“Yeah, um, what shoes are you wearing?”

If you were to look up clown in the dictionary, my face would be the picture they provide you with.

The guys came by to get Cal for their interview. Luke had tried to convince me to go with them, but I easily played off that I wasn’t feeling well. It was a believable lie, they know about my sensitive stomach, especially when it comes to flavorless cardboard that’s trying to pass as Tex-Mex food.

I spent a good 30 seconds making a pros and cons list on why I should stay. Couldn’t think of a pro other than I can say that I’ve been to Australia. Everything else I came up with was in the cons part. Then and there I decided to book a flight back to LA.

Was it immature that I was running from my problems? Yes, but I need to clear my head. I also need to start distancing myself from Cal, for the sake of salvaging our friendship.

After spending an hour with Chase, letting them know that it was me in Australia, and that I wanted to buy a plane ticket, they still needed a few days to process and make sure it really is me. I ended up calling my cousin.

“Pelucas, can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Hey, baby, what’s the matter? How’s the land down under? Have you met any of the Hemsworth brothers?”

“Can you book me a flight? The minute I land, I’ll venmo you the money. I can’t be here anymore.” I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking, but failing miserably.

“Yeah, everything alright?” He asked.

“Um, not really but I’ll tell you about it when I get home.”

I stayed with him until he booked the flight. It leaves tomorrow after 11 in the morning. I started fixing my duffle bag. I stared at the pile of clothes I left neatly folded on the couch. It took everything in me not to put Cal’s clothes, the ones I had collected after he would let me borrow them, in my bag. What I did keep was his Empathy hoodie he lost to me in a bet.

I couldn’t fully leave him all away.

Luke came by to check in with me and told me that Cal was with his cousins and might come home late. That part of me was slightly relieved that he didn’t end up going on a date.

When Cal came back, showered and went to bed while I pretended to sleep.

Around six in the morning, I quickly changed into jeans and slipped on my shoes. I left Cal a note with some bullshit excuse about school.

Fourteen excruciating hours later, I was in LA. After getting my bags, I went to the Chase atm and took out $500 for Lucas. He was waiting for me at the loading zone. I quietly climbed in his car.

“Here, baby,” He said, handing me his Starbucks cup, “from the look on your face, you need it more than me.”

“Thanks.” I mumbled taking a small sip. I almost gagged from how sweet it was.

“So…”

“Oh, here. I’ll give you the rest later. The atm only lets me get out $500 at a time.” I said putting the money in the cup holder.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, can we talk later? I just want to get some sleep.”

“Okay, baby.”

We got back to our apartment in less than 40 minutes. I silently went into my room. I quickly showered and slipped on my cloud pajamas and Cal’s Empathy hoodie before climbing onto bed.

I haven’t even bothered checking my phone since letting my dad know that I’m coming back early. When I turned it on, I was flooded with twenty missed calls from Cal and a bunch of texts from the guys asking why I left. Turning it back off, I went to sleep.

Hours later a pounding on the door woke me up. If Santos, my neighbor’s ex boyfriend, is drunk again and causing another scene, I won’t hesitate to call the police. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost two in the afternoon. Oops.

“Sol, open the door. Your cousin just told me you’re here when I saw him in the parking lot.” Cal called from the otherside.

Pinche Lucas.

I walked over and unlocked the door. He let himself in.

“You have some fucking nerve, Sol. After I fly you out-”

“If you’re mad about the money I can Venmo it to you.” I snapped at him.

“I could care less about that. You can’t just leave the country without telling me!”

“Honestly, Cal, if you flew across the Pacific Ocean just you yell at me, get out.”

“You’re acting childish. You kissed me and you ran away, plain and simple, Sol. We agreed to put it behind us.”

“No, you practically demanded that we do. I can’t just put it behind me. I would be lying to myself about how I feel about you if I did.” I said, my voice cracking at the end. I turned away, embarrassed that I’m crying in front of him.

“Luke called me an idiot.” He said after a few minutes passed. “Even called me out on my bullshit. I spent most of the flight thinking about what he said, and I think he’s right.”

“What did he say?” I asked quietly.

“That I’m a coward. Apparently, it’s obvious as fuck to everyone, how I feel about you, but me.” He chuckled to himself, but continued. “I was… am afraid of these feelings I have for you. Not because of you, but because I never felt anything like it. Your kiss caught me off guard, so I did what I always do; push people away. What I didn’t expect was for you to also push me away. When I woke up and saw that you were missing I freaked out. Then I saw my clothes that I gave you on the couch and got angry at myself. For being an idiot.”

“I love you, Cal.” The words escaped my lips, like they had a mind of their own.

"Yeah?” He asked. I slowly nodded. "I love you as well. Can I kiss you properly?"

I grabbed his face and met his lips with mine. This time the kiss was perfect. Cal pushed me against a wall, deepening the kiss. We fought for dominance, but I let him have it. He descended from my jaw down to my neck.

"Bedroom." I panted as he continued kissing all over my neck.

He pulled away and led me to my room. He pushed off all of my things from the bed. I climbed onto the bed. Cal slipped off his shirt before joining me. I reached down to remove his hoodie, but he stopped me.

"Keep it. I want you to ride me with it on." He whispered in my ear before lightly biting it. I moaned before I pulled his lips back to mine. Without breaking the kiss, he spread my legs to fit between them. I felt him harden against my thigh as he grinded himself on to me.

"Do you want me to eat you out or skip all of that and just go for it?" He asked, pulling away from me.

"Um..."

“Yeah?”

All I can do is nod.

I kissed him once more before tugging on his sweats. I desperately want to make a comment on his lack of underwear, but Cal manages to take off my pajamas. I only realized when he pushed aside my panties and two of his fingers teased my entrance before entering me. I let out an embarrassing moan earning a snort from Cal. He tried gripping my hip with his other hand, but his hoodie kept getting in the way.

“This is so fucking annoying.” He mumbled. He pulled off his hoodie while he continued moving his fingers at a delicious pace.

“Holy shit, Sol.” He groaned in my ear. I’m about to come by him just groaning my nickname.

Cal hovered over me. He leaned down again, meeting my lips. His hands sync up with his lips as they wander down my body. Fingers deftly run over my breasts as his lips follow kissing down my breasts. He continued his journey, kissing down to where I wanted him the most.

Cal slowly peeled off my panties and situated himself in between my thighs. He put my thighs over his shoulders and slowly kissed up my thigh.

“Cal, please.” I begged.

“Please what?” He teased as he smirked.

One of his hands wandered to my entrance, and in a teasing manner he rubbed me right where I wanted him to fuck me. Fuck, I need him in me so bad.

“Cal, I fucking swear. Please.” I moaned.

That’s when I felt him taste me; his tongue slowly circled my clit. I lay there frozen. I couldn’t look away. He met my gaze as his ring and middle entered me while he continued to have me with his tongue.

“Cal!” I cried in pleasure as I came undone.

Cal unwrapped my legs from his shoulders. I pushed him off me. I reached down to the little door on my nightstand and grabbed a tampon box where I hid my condoms and tossed him one. He quickly opened it and slid it on.

Cal teased me as he rubbed himself on my folds. I whined, slightly sensitive to what he did to me a minute ago, but ready to have him in me.

If he doesn't do something, I will push him off and get myself off.

Cal grabbed my hips, slowly pushed himself in; he filled me completely. He looked at me, probably gauging my reaction. I nodded and he began to move; it took me a few seconds to adjust to him.

My hands gripped his arms, and I lifted my hips to meet each of his thrusts. Cal’s grip on my hips tightens as he met my thrusts in slower, rougher and deeper movements just how I like it. After a few minutes, I grew tired and let him continue thrusting into me. Cal reaches a spot that sends chills all over my body. Our lips met again, and they have the same urgency as his thrusts. I started to feel my orgasm coming closer. One of his thrusts caught me off guard, and I clenched around him. It caused him to stop his movements and softly groan a curse into my shoulder.

“Cal, I’m-”

“I know, ” He groaned. “I got you, Sol.”

He started thrusting into me again, but this time in fast yet deep strokes. My orgasm took me by

surprise. I yelled out Cal’s name. He lifted his head and smirked.

After my high fades away, he continued to have me like before: slow and rough. A few minutes later, his thrusts grew sloppy, he’s about to come.

“Cal.” I managed to groan as I clenched around him again. He’s really gonna make me come again, and I haven’t recovered from the first one.

“Shit, come for me.” And I did. Cal thrusted a few more times before I felt him release in the condom. He pulled out, and collapsed next to me. Our breathing is loud and heavy, like we just ran a marathon.

“You’re incredible,” he panted, pulling off the condom and throwing it in the bin.

“I know.” I shrugged. He playfully rolled his eyes at me. I gave him a quick peck before I got out of his bed. He rolled over and grabbed my hand, stopping me.

“Where are you going?”

“The bathroom,” I snorted, picking up his hoodie, “I’ll be right back.”

I went into the bathroom and quickly did my business. Before putting on his hoodie, I stared at myself in the mirror. Cal left marks on my hips from where he was grabbing me. He left some hickies around my neck and collarbone. Those are going to be a bitch to cover up. I wonder if I left him any.

I walked out, and he’s just in grey sweatpants. If he asked, I would be ready for round two.

“Are you gonna come to bed or just stare at me?” Cal asked.

I rolled my eyes and walked over. I got in a comfortable spot on the bed as Cal opened my legs so he could rest on my chest. I ran my fingers over his hair.

“I miss this hoodie.” He said after a few minutes of silence. I was so close to falling asleep.

“You lost that fair and square. Who bets that they can out swim a nationally ranked swimmer?” I asked as a matter of fact.

“You cheated.” He accused.

“No, I didn’t. Not my fault that you never asked about my swimming experience.” I countered.

“No wonder you were so confident in betting your dad’s Mustang.”

“Yet you still bet you could win.”

“I love you,” he mumbles sleepily.

“I love you too,” I reply.

“I was talking to my hoodie.”

“Cal?”

“Yeah?”

“Go to sleep.”

Later that day, I woke up to an empty bed. My heart sank when I stupidly reached over to where Cal slept last night. Ugh, he probably regretted it and is trying to figure out a way to not make this awkward between us. Hell, I bet he’s on a plane back to Sydney.

I heard a crash from the kitchen and Cal cursing. I walked out to see what was the commotion.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. I wanted to make chi-lakes for you and bring them to bed.” Cal said, his cheeks lightly flushed. He was really gonna make me chilaquiles.

“Oh,” I managed to say. Okay, fuck those the thoughts I just had.

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you added the tortilla chips before or after the sauce.”

“I’ll make them.” I pushed him away and got another pan. I moved the Costco bag of tortilla chips out of my sight. “Tortilla chips, really? My abuela would have hit you with a wooden spoon if she saw you. Chilaquiles are trash if you make them with tortilla chips.”

“Well, you’re out of tortillas.”

“Nevermind then. What do I have?” I asked.

“We can Postmates something.”

“Fine.” I said.

I could convince him to get Roscoe’s. I’ve been craving it for weeks.

“Roscoe’s? I really want some waffles.” He suggested, showing me his screen.

“Yes, please.” I smiled

Cal quickly ordered our usual, the Big Mama Special and a side of waffles for him and Herb’s

Special with a side of mac and cheese for me.

While we waited, he’d taken us to the couch. At first we were just watching the Kids Baking Championship, but I’m now sitting on his lap, sans hoodie, dealing with his never ending teasing because Cal can’t keep it in his hands to himself.

“Stop that, that shit fucking tickles.” I laughed as he blew raspberries on my ribs.

“Hey… shit, those are Sol’s tits.” I heard Lucas’ boyfriend say, then the door slammed.

“On fucking god, Sol, if you’re both having sex in the couch.” Pelucas yelled from outside. Cal and I couldn’t stop giggling.

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Naomi Bianco (My OC)

AH IM NERVOUS BUT HERE SHE BE

Name: Naomi Bianco

Age: 22

Gender: F

Nationality: Italian

Height: 5’4’’ (163 cm)

Weight: 115 Ibs

Eyes: Bright Green

Hair: Black (Long and straight, thick)

DOB: January 5th, 1979

POB: Venezia, Italy

Family: Angela and Mario (Mother and father) (Alive?), Leo and Americo (Brothers 3 and 1 year(s) younger) (Deceased)

Occupation: Assassin

Stand: Slipknot

Ability: Ropes. They can constrict and tie down anything, they can also manifest inside people. Senses by even the slightest movements when the target can’t be seen. 1-8 M

Power: B Speed: B Range: C Staying: B Precision: B Learning: C

Likes: Warm Weather, Energy Drinks, Strawberries, Hot Chocolate

Dislikes: Thunder, Coffee, Bugs, Vegetables (Baby)

Strengths: Physically strong, levelheaded, intelligent, caring

Weaknesses: Reckless, clumsy, irritable, picky

Movies: Hellraiser and Blood Simple

Music: Tool and Motley Crüe

Attire: Black Wedges- Black, latex, pants (Low riding)- silver chain belt- loose fitting, black, tank top- thick, white, suspenders-thin leather jacket with faux fur on its hood.

Jewelry: Thick, black, choker- black arm bands,

piercings: -all lobe and cartilage piercings.

Tattoos: Bothers’ initials behind her ears-Hexagram on her left hip

Scars: 6 inch thick scar on her upper back from a mugging-one 3 inch thin scar between her thigh from an attempted r*pe

MNottable personality traits: Extroverted, Sarcastic, Humorous, Heart of Gold, Crude, Flirty

The way she treats you usually depends on her first impression. If she’s turned off, she may not be interested in getting to know you, if it’s the other way around, she’ll want to become fast friends.

She’s drawn to people who are similar to her- Rowdy and Funny. Not much of a filter, very friendly most times if you give off the right vibe. She’s really good at identifying the kind of person you are based on your demeanor. She does like to take chanced- approaching people she normally wouldn’t, curious.

She doesn’t usually judge people by looks, but if it’s something drastic. She certainly will.

She’s extremely flirty and will absolutely come and say hello if she finds you attractive, though she also knows how to play it cool. If it’s the other way around, she’ll act as she would with anyone else, approaching her won’t bother her, unless they don’t back off after she tells them to. It also depends on the way they treat her. You better use the right tone.

She’s a little intimidating looking when she’s not smiling, but when she curls her lips into a smile, you can tell that she’s most likely sweet- though be wary- she acts roughly some of the time.

She absolutely does not get along with everyone. She tries not to be too particular, but she can be. She’s a picker and a chooser.

She doesn’t show her emotions often- refuses to cry or open up to people-unless you get her drunk. She will open up if you get close enough to her, but tears will eventually fall if you bring up her brothers.

If you ask her about the tattoos behind her ears, she’ll tell you what they are, but will be hesitant to tell you the backstory behind them A.B. and L.B. for Americo and Leo Bianco

Backstory:

Born to her mother and father, Angela and Mario Bianco. She had a very happy childhood, lots of friends, a small family, good education and middle class.

It all fell apart when she was 16. Her brother, Leo, was hit by a car, snapping his neck and crushing his body. He died instantly on impact. The driver sped off and she and Americo saw the entire thing happen before their eyes.

This was when their parents disappeared, leaving her and her brother to find their own way, managing to find places to stay as they aged.

She manifested her stand soon after. The rage inside her took its toll and she swore to herself that she’d find the driver, though there was no evidence on who it may have been.

And then came the age of 19. She planned to attend school to become a mortician and worked a summer job at a night club, bartending.

To her dismay, Leo had begun dealing drugs after Americo’s death, craving money and anything that could take his mind off of it. He got away with it for 4 years before Passione finally got to him when he began to sell more than he bargained for, becoming a top seller.

Naomi and her brother had been living together in an apartment in central Venenzia. A prime location for the both of them to do as they pleased. Naomi made good money doing what she did, and Leo did the same.

Then came the day when the rest of her world came crashing down.

It was around 11 at night and there was a knock at the door, which she answered, quickly being pushed to the side by a man she didn’t recognize. He barged into the living room, approaching Leo and shooting him in the chest, straight through the heart. Naomi was shocked and enraged, letting her stand ‘Slipknot’ do it’ work.

She manifested ropes inside of his body, slowly constricting all of his vital organs until his body shut down. His gun was useless, as he was bound by his neck and arms. He died a slow and painful death.

Naomi rushed to Leo’s side, barely having time to say goodbye to hear dear brother. Her world was now shattered, and she no longer cared for anything or anyone except for finding out who did this.

She was able to hack the strange man’s phone, finding out Passione were the ones that ordered the man to kill her brother. She was at a loss. She couldn’t fight the Mafia…what was she to do?

Word eventually got out that this strange man had been killed and Naomi ran, though not far. She quit her job and found a new place to stay on the outskirts of Venezia. She simply couldn’t leave her home.

She managed to stay on the run for 3 years (I know it’s ridiculous) until she was found….walking home from hernew job, another bartending job at a smaller facility. She was apprehended on her walk home, confined and helpless, threatened by other Mafioso. She refused to surrender; she wouldn’t let herself die…though she had to give in…she had to let go.

Passione had caught her and that was the end of that, but their plan was not to kill her…but to use her. She had a powerful stand, not to mention she had evaded them for 3 whole years. She was then assigned to La Squadra Esecuzioni.

La Squadra:

Her relationship with the squad is rather Chaotic. As you can imagine, she has a hard time getting along with all of them. She’s the only female, so as expected, they do indeed want to get along with her for various reasons.

She gets along best with Proscuitto. He’s like the big brother she never had and wanted. Though the two of them are very different, they just work. Though she’s a little too affectionate towards him for his tastes, but he cares for her.

Next is Pesci. She simply doesn’t have anything to hold against him. She actually takes care of him as sort of a big sister. He’s sensitive and she feels sort of sorry for him.

Her and Melone get along well. She really enjoys being around him and his personality. They are probably the most similar out of all the squad. She’s very touchy feely with him and he doesn’t mind one bit.

And here comes Illuso. They weren’t fans of each other at first, getting ticked off at little things the other did. They eventually got over their silly rivalry by suggestion from the others.

Her and Formaggio…aren’t exactly friends. They fight over money and how sloppy one another is. They are usually teamed up together, working well oddly enough. She thinks Risotto teams her up with him to torture her.

Her and Ghiacco have a love/hate relationship. They glare and scoff at each other, fighting over money, and yet whenever Ghiaccio is having any sort of break down, she can’t help but hug him. She holds him while hushing him, “Shhh, shut the fuck up.”

Naomi and Gelato and Sorbet get along swimmingly. They may be a little wacky and unstable, but she loves their company.

Her and Risotto aren’t friends, but there’s a tension between them. Sexual? She can’t quite tell. She hates that he’s the Capo. She thinks Proscuitto is much more worthy than he is. Risotto is always rather kind to her, which is irritating since she doesn’t want to like him, but she’s got a crush. Who wouldn’t?

(I found THIS and it’s as close as it’s gonna get to what she looks like!) This photo is the avatar of a channel on YT called Tulio Berzerker!

#jojos stuff #Naomi Bianco #my bbg

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1/Hey TT! Just came to visit your blog again after a long time and made me so happy to find you active! How are you keeping up in the current times? Also, read a recent post of yours mentioning nothing has sucked you in to lead to immersive blogging and that really resonated with me! I dunno if it's the quarantine and current scenarios but somehow no fiction has grasped me since about 3 years or so, and I've been visiting alot of old shows from across the world and books ajkal.......

Aw thanks, friend! I was kinda sad not to be active on here too! I started a new job in April and have been quite busy with it since then. (The hours per day are comparitively less, but I haven’t had any days off since I started!!) A combination of tiiiiiiiired + nothing new to look forward to has me completely drained wrt material for the blogs. So I’m quite happy when I get asks!

2/Sorry I'm ranting at you aimlessly:p I was surprised at how tranquil and pleasurable my Ipkknd rewatch was compared to IB which was extremely enjoyable and emotional and has left me almost painfully longing for nostalgia......All the platonic relationships

3/And I can't seem to get over how they ruined the characters after Redux. I alwats felt one of the best things Sobti did for Ipk was leave when he did. Also really misding the whole era of the cast get togethers. Anyway, I was rereading your liveblogs, and they had me in stitches even after years xD So thankyou for the eternal laughs :"D

Yeah the thing about IPK is when we watch it now, it seems like a properly complete story, all loose ends tied up. It leaves you content. IB isn’t like that; the writing is quite shoddy and leaves you desiring for so much more, yet the feels for me are much stronger, because there’s so many different relationships/dynamics to get invested in!!!!!!!! I pretty much hated Shivika in the Redux (and Ruvya toh har universe mein bekaar hi hai) but I did enjoy the Rikara and Prinku plots the second time around. While they did receive less screentime, the characters were a little stronger and they righted a few wrongs (till the infamous leap of course.)

#nice things!#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #tt answers

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wiiired · 4 years

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Season 2 Awards

We’ve finished Season 2! Like last time, I thought it’d be fun to make a bracket of my favorite and least favorite moments, once again relying on Way Down in the Hole for the categories. So, without further ado, the best and worst of Season 2.

Best and Worst Boss: I’m going to give both of these to Frank Sobotka. There’s nobody more invested in the well-being of his union -- from bribing politicians to ratting on the Greeks to keep his men away from criminal charges, Sobotka was willing to do anything to protect IBS Local 1514. Over the course of the season, we see him be incredibly generous with union workers, gifting them cash when they’re in a hard spot, and drinking with them at the local bar. But Frank is also the reason that police attention falls on the union; while you can’t blame him for Stan Valchek’s personal grudge, he’s absolutely blameworthy for getting in deep with a criminal organization. Ultimately, Frank was too short-sighted to be a good boss, and his insistence in maintaining the status quo rather than looking for ways to adapt was ultimately his downfall. Of course, his downfall also cost the union its freedom -- in the final montage of S2E12, we see that IBS has been taken over by the feds.

Best Couple: My favorite couple is one that never happened -- Frank and Beadie (making my case: 1, 2). I’m a sucker for yearning looks, and there were definitely some looks traded between the union boss and local cop. They seemed to genuinely care about each other, beyond a friendly smile at the port or in the bar. One of the most memorable scenes of Season 2 is when Beadie confronts Frank and asks him to talk to the cops. Frank confesses to her that he thought he was doing the wrong thing for the right reasons, and Beadie says, “There are different types of wrong.” I feel like they could’ve been a couple that mutually supported each other -- Frank the stable union presence for Beadie’s kids, giving Beadie more flexibility to find the career she’s looking for. Alas, the Greeks ruined that one for me.

Worst Couple: Nick Sobotka and Aimee. Nick just isn’t ready to settle down. He isn’t making enough money to support a family, and while he loves his child he isn’t enough of a presence to be there for her. Not to mention, he abandons Aimee in his parents’ home and spends the night with Prissy rather than seeking comfort from his significant other. Aimee deserves better than this man who brought trouble onto himself, and consequently made her life more difficult (the three of them got dragged into Witness Protection thanks to Nick’s Greek connections). I say time to move on.

Favorite Quote: Any of the nicknames for Jimmy while he was riding the boat. Sailor Boy, Little Man in the Canoe, Captain Chesapeake, McNulty the Sailor Man, and my favorite, Prince of Tides.

File This Away for Later Moment: Stringer’s encounter with Brother Mouzone. The way that Brother Mouzone sees straight through Stringer -- remember that. Mouzone will be making an appearance in Season 3.

Rookie of the Year: Ziggy. On Way Down in the Hole, Van Lathan pointed out that Ziggy is a character who always provokes an emotional reaction; love him or hate him, you feel some kind of way when he shows up. Personally, I found my growing tolerance for Ziggy growing over the course of the season, and on a rewatch I was more attentive to the way he’s treated by Nick and Frank. It’s hard not to feel sorry for the class clown who just wanted some respect, and couldn’t get it, stuck in a job where he couldn’t succeed and ignored by his own father. Over a single season, Ziggy evolves from union jester to booster extraordinaire to convicted murderer, all because he couldn’t find his spot. Hopefully he’ll have time to change in prison, and he’ll be able to start over once he gets out.

Six M(e)n of the Year: Jemele Hill and Van Lathan picked Herc and Carver, and I have to agree. No one was a more consistent B plot than Police Brutality 1 & 2 (Jemele’s nickname for them): Herc’s pestering of Kima to join the team, and then getting Daniels to bring Carver on board, too; the bug-tennis ball-Fuzzy Dunlop subplot; those brief seconds where the two of them struggled to bring that air conditioner up the stairs; constant car surveillance and that amazing scene with the french fries (”You think I’m fat?”). I’ve always liked Herc and Carver because I think they’re funny, but I felt guiltier about it last season because they were unquestionably the cops most likely to beat someone up. This season, they’re the perfect combination of scheming yet inept and well-positioned as comic relief.

Favorite Scene: It’s either D’Angelo’s death in S2E6 or the scene in S2E11 where Beadie asks Frank to talk to the cops. First, D’Angelo’s death is dramatic because it’s so sudden -- everything is going well, and then thirty seconds later D’Angelo’s on the floor with a belt around his neck. The first time I watched S2E6 I didn’t actually believe that D’Angelo had died -- it wasn’t until the next episode that I understood he’d actually been killed off. Not to mention, D’Angelo was season 1′s moral compass, so losing him was pretty upsetting. Second, the scene between Beadie and Frank -- well, I’m just a romantic for them. Whether they should’ve been together or just good friends, you can’t deny how well Amy Ryan and Chris Bauer act emotional. I felt Frank’s regret for everything he’d done, even more so because I knew what was going to happen to him. And, yes, I think this scene is proof why Beadie and Frank would’ve been a good couple. While Beadie was there for a reason, she was the only person who was able to comfort Frank and understand why he made the choices that he did, and Beadie was the only person Frank was able to open up to. Maybe in an alternate universe, Frank comes clean, helps the cops nab the Greeks before they sail off on fraudulent passports, and Beadie drives him home, where with Ziggy in jail he decides he’s going to start anew. The two of them load his truck with suitcases, pick up Beadie’s kids, and drive off into the sunset.

Best Performance: Nick Sobotka. It’s hard to make a thieving, racist dockworker sympathetic, but Pablo Schreiber did it. Jemele Hill points out that Nick is the most openly racist of the dockworkers; despite working with and seemingly befriending black fellow dockworkers, Nick consistently uses the n-word, and in S2E7 gives an infamous speech to Frog, reminding them that they’re both white. Yet we also see Nick struggling to survive: living in his parents’ basement, giving money to his girlfriend when he can, and being affectionate with his daughter. He turns to crime because he can’t make enough money at his straight job. Nick Sobotka’s character is a masterful ruse to get white audience members, who may have resisted empathizing with the Barksdales, to see drug sellers as human. I also have to shout out Pablo Schreiber for being (a) very cute, (b) 6′5″, and (c) apparently very talented at playing believably nasty characters -- he won an Emmy for Orange is the New Black as George “Pornstache” Mendez, an abusive corrections officer who exacts sex from inmates in return for drugs he smuggles in. I guess post-Emmy he’s in demand, most recently playing Mad Sweeney on American Gods.

Stringer Bell Fuckboy Award: There are two options, both of them defensible. It’s either the scene where Stringer seduces Donette, or when he’s over there later playing with D’Angelo’s kid while Donette makes him dinner. Personally, I’d pick the latter. Not only are Stringer and Donette holding hands in front of D’Angelo’s son, but Stringer actually picks up the (world’s cutest) baby and bad-mouths D’Angelo to him! Classic fuckboy.

Favorite Trivia: Apparently, Lance Reddick (Cedric Daniels) hated Dominic West (Jimmy McNulty). In real life, Reddick and West are somewhat like their TV personalities -- Reddick is quieter and more reserved while West is very chatty and extraverted. In All the Pieces Matter, Reddick admitted that he found West rather annoying and avoided him outside of work.

MVP: Beadie Russell. Instrumental to the plot, growing exponentially from day-jobber in S2E1 to certified good police in S2E12, and maybe the kindest character on the show. A single mother supporting herself and two kids, it’s hard not to root for Beadie, who became a cop after realizing she couldn’t feed her family on a toll-taker’s salary. She also gets a disproportionate number of the season’s most quotable lines, from “What they need is a union” to “World just keeps turning, right?,” probably because she represents the viewer’s perspective (taking over from gone-too-soon D’Angelo Barksdale). While her weakness for McNulty will get her in trouble, I’m glad we’ll see the return of Beadie in Seasons 4 and 5.

That was fun y’all. Here’s my bracket for Season 1.

#season 2 awards #s2 #mine #text #the wire

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Living With My 3 Best Friends - Fibromyalgia, Autism & Osteoarthritis

My Journey of Discovery

Written by Emma E. Threlfall

Although I was born with Autism or Aspergers (ASD-1) to be specific my journey of discovery along with that of Osteoarthritis (OA) and Fibromyalgia (FMS) didn’t really begin until my late twenties, early thirties. Around the age of 28 I began to show various and strange symptoms which I now know to all be a part of my Fibromyalgia Syndrome. At the time when they first began rearing their ugly heads they were so vast and varied I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. Let me list them for you here:

Hot flushes

Night sweats

Major fatigue

Swollen / Sore Lymph Nodes in my neck, behind my ears, armpits and even in my lower back (which is not pleasant as reminds me of the feeling when you wind yourself, if you’ve ever fallen on you’ll back you’ll know what I mean)

Headaches

Stiffness

Temperature dysregulation, once I get really cold I can’t warm up for hours and same for heat takes longer to cool my body down

Dull aches all over my body

Muscle cramps, anywhere on my body but mostly in my jaw and eyes

Skin sensitivity

Easily dehydrated - can cause headaches for days

Urinary frequency

IBS issues - constipation, diarrhea, colon cramps, back stomach aches, trapped wind

Poor short term memory

Word blindness - completely forgetting what I say as I’ve been saying it - loosing train of thought mid sentence and being completely to remember really simple words when you’re trying to say something (super annoying, and not the greatest during job interviews)

*Plus a load I’ve probably left out

It took me 5 or 6 years of various doctors visits, a hospital visit, an unnecessary laparoscopic surgery, a change of doctors surgeries, numerous blood tests, urine tests and finally going to a different doctor and bam I get a diagnosis after about 10 minutes in the consultation. The weight I felt lifting off me and just the fact that my now new doctor could just say ‘it sounds like Fibromyalgia’ (and just bare in mind there is no test for Fibromyalgia) was amazing.It then took me a few attempts but about a year or so ago my doctor put me on a medication (a controlled drug in the UK) that is actually an anti seizure drug but also has anti anxiety as well as anti neuropathic pain properties I take 100mg twice a day and I no longer have the pain I once had and it has helped so much with my fatigue which was just crippling. However this doesn’t mean I’m completely pain free I still get frequent headaches usually with my monthlys and also if I get stressed in the least little bit it can cause me to have a Fibro Flare with various symptoms of varying degrees. Fun or what?

At the same time all this was going on I was also starting with back pain, sciatic pain going down the backs of my legs a clicking in my back, and the tightest hamstrings in the world. I went for an X-ray and was told over the phone by the receptionist that I had ‘a little bit of osteoarthritis’ and that was that. I think at the time I was offered paracetamol for the pain, which of course did nothing.

So where does the Aspergers come into the fray, well like I mentioned early you are born with Autism and whilst growing up I of course I knew I was different but it wasn’t until I reached my teenage years that I really realised that I truly did have problems. I will list a few here:

Not being able to deal with change

Being a very anxious child / constantly worrying if somewhere I’m not familiar with

Can’t deal with confrontation or being told off

Prefer living in my fantasy world than living in the real world

Watching my favourite show or films on a a constant loop

Not quite comprehending what my peers were talking about

Feeling the need to copy my peers to make sure I fitted in / constantly feeling like an outsider

Being sensitive to the extreme causing me to go into meltdowns

Getting easily overwhelmed

Having depression and anxiety since being a teenager

Having few to no friends / finding it extremely difficult to make friends

Having extreme curiosity / always asking questions needing to know the how where, when and why

Not being able to ask for help at school or work

Not getting jokes / not knowing if people I don’t know well too well are using sarcasm or not

Mumbling when I talk with people I don’t know very well / laughing too loudly and not realising it until other people point it out.

Completely missing the point of homework (this may have something more to do with having a touch of dyslexia, as many people with Autism have)

Having major Social Anxiety / OCD and Agoraphobia

*Again there is probably many more things that I’ve left out.

However it wasn’t until I was 34 years of age that taking it upon myself and because the NHS was unable to (because of a postcode lottery) I paid £500 to get a private diagnosis of Autism, and having that confirmation just made everything, not easier but a hell of a lot clearer.

Why you might think am I writing about all three diagnoses here but its not just because I live with all three of them but because I believe that having Autism is the reason I now have to deal with OA and FMS, more on that to come in upcoming posts.

Just hope this blog helps shine a light on one or all three of these conditions for people. Just to note also these are things I’ve experienced so it may be slightly different for other people with these conditions as they can be as individual as the person who has them, so I’m purely writing this from my perspective, what I’ve encountered and come up against.

My journey is far from over and I’m discovering new things about my conditions all the time. For example I now also have to deal with Non-allergic Rhinitis, which believe it or not was making my Eustachian Tube in my in ear swell, that probably along with my TMJ (damaged jaw, but that’s another story), leading to me being a decibel or two deafer. I now have a steroid spray to reduce the inflammation - and it works I’m not as hard of hearing when I use that - awesome! Sorry just thought that was interesting but I digress. The point is where I am now at the moment I’m at my most equilibrium I’ve ever been at in my life, but that’s not to say a major life stressor could not really knock me off course and I am very aware of that and constantly try and find ways to keep myself calm on a day to day basis - again more of that in future posts. What I’m trying to say is getting a diagnosis is not a destination, there will never be a magic pill that gets rid of all your ills; having a conditions is like being on a continual journey of learning and discovery, educating and coping but where these type of conditions can feel like a life sentence, but they don’t have to.

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