#n i've always wanted to get back to fixing/optimizing that...

[hua-fei-hua]

y'know, i really do appreciate the ability to overload/overwrite operators in c++. absolute 10/10 ability for a coding language to have.

[solsticehymns]

always: drabble

james potter x f!reader / fluff / comfort / talks of bad mental health

TW: this drabble depicts some of the lower lows of depression, bedrotting and bad self-talk. if that might be upsetting to you, i advise you kindly not to read and check my masterlist instead <3 SAMHSA National Helpline: 1-800-662-4357

summary: James knows he can't fix you or magically solve your sadness, but he can definitely be there with you. And bring you food.

a/n: hiiii guys sorry i'm not dead!! been taking some time for my own mental health, dealing w breakup and school stress... it's rly not fun rn, but it will get better with time, it always does <3 this was the first drabble to get me out of my funk, i've been working on some longer fics and making such slow progress i had to do something new. i hope you like itttt xoxo, sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 584

Your head hurts.

Even in the dark, in the relative silence. Pounding, throbbing pain.

Blankets wrap around your form, contorted comfortably on the bed. 

You haven’t moved from this spot in hours. You can imagine the effort it would take to lift your arm up, reach for the remote and change the channel. It’s not worth it. You sigh, and another episode of The Great British Baking Show starts playing.

Your lock turns and clicks, and suddenly light from the hallway floods an angle of your apartment. A deep, soft voice comes in with it:

“Love? You awake?”

“In here,” you manage to croak out.

Soft footsteps, and you crane your neck to look. James stands in your bedroom doorway, holding a takeout bag and a soda.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says as he walks in, taking in the sight of you on the bed with slight concern.

“You feeling alright?”

“No,” you reply meekly, sadly. “Still the same, I’m just… sad, and I don’t know why.”

To avoid talking about your pitiful feelings anymore, your eyes refocus on the television. Joshua’s lemon tarts look delicious.

James hums—in sympathy, never in pity or annoyance. He’s a good man; he just cares and wants to help.

He brushes some hair from your temple and lets his hand linger there affectionately.

“I brought you some food, if you’re hungry. Your favorite,” he says.

You glance at the enticing brown bag he’s placed on the nightstand. Your throat is dry—you’re sure a sip of that soda would be epiphanic.

“Here, sit up, let’s get you nice and cozy,” he murmurs, already reaching over you to snag one of the many pillows strewn across your bed, placing it right behind you for optimal back support.

And when you do sit up, and you meet his gaze… you can’t help the tears welling in your eyes, or the wobbling of your lip.

“What—”

“I’m sorry!” you wail, head falling into your hands, a heavy sob escaping your chest. A sob that’s been there all day, like a lead weight in your lungs.

James doesn’t panic, or blame you, or ask questions. He sits down on the bed with you, and he holds you.

“’M sorry, I dunno why this is so hard for me,” you continue shamefully, words now muffled by his shoulder. “Can’t even get myself out of bed, it— you deserve—”

A hiccup cuts you off, and you’re thankful for it. You were about to proclaim that he deserves better than you.

Which may be true, but James will deny it until his very last breath.

“Darling,” one hand moves to cup your face as he speaks, “don’t talk about the woman I love like that.”

And he almost sounds stern for a moment, before he plants a dramatic, squelching kiss to your forehead—which does end up making you chuckle, as he intended.

“Honestly, I hate hearing you talk about yourself like that,” he continues, eyes shining as he sweeps some hair from your face. “You’re not too much or too little of anything, you’re just right. You’re doing your best, that’s more than enough.”

Your heart has felt frigid and numb for the past… while. But his words manage to thaw it just a few degrees, a heat that only he is able to bring into your life.

He squeezes your knee and passes you the takeout bag with a grin and a singsongy tone:

“Your fries are getting coooold!”

For the first time all day, you smile.

☀️🌻 masterlist

[6rookie-writer0110]

Take me for a ride

Dua Lipa x Male Reader

Request - Hi, I love your work 💕 Could you write about Dua Lipa x Male reader (I've been obsessed with her ever since I saw her newly dyed red hair)

You are at the studio setting up the drums. You sit down and you grab the drumsticks and you start to play the drums. Not long, Dua arrived and she is wearing a baseball hat. She is smiling at you then you stop playing.

“You are here early,” You said

“I wanted to show you something before everyone else arrives,” Dua said

“Oh?” You said

She saw you play live for your band and you were playing the drums. Then she met you backstage and she asked you to work on her new album Radical Optimism. You and Dua would spend a lot of time together and you helped her with every beat in each track. Then you and Dua started to date in secret but she is very affectionate with you in public. The relationship didn't last long as a secret, because she likes having her arms around you. Fans noticted a picture of Dua wearing the shirt that you had on last time.

She puts her leg over you then she sits down on you. She put her arms around your shoulders and you wrapped your arms around her body. She is smiling then she takes off the hat and starts to fix her hair

“Wow, you dyed your hair red,” You said

She smiles and nods, and you touch her hair.

“That’s why i didn't meet you for breakfast, babe. Do you like it?” Dua said

“I love it and you look so hot,” You said

You and Dua smile at each other. You start to kiss her and her lipstick gets on your lips, she puts her hand on your face. The kiss is passionate and you start to kiss her neck.

“We can't do it here,” You said

“We can be quick, baby” Dua smiled

You start to kiss her on the lips and she bites your bottom lip. You squeeze her ass hard and you smirked at her.

“They will be here soon, they just went to get coffee,” You said

“Ugh. Fine, later you better come to my hotel room” Dua said

“Of course,” You said

She starts to kiss you again then she starts to get up. She turns around then you playfully smack her ass and she walks away.

“Naughty” Dua giggled

You winked at her. The others did arrive with coffee and food. Then Dua started to warm up her vocals and you continued to tune the drums. Dua starts to talk about the track named Illusion about how she wants a fast beat.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

The album is complete and she went on tour right after. You and Dua have been apart for three weeks, but she would talk to you on the phone and text you every day. But you bought a plane ticket to Japan and she told you where she is staying but she doesn't know you going to see her.

She is in her hotel and you knock on the door. Once she saw you, she jumped on you and she started to kiss your face. You almost fall and she is holding onto you very tight. She starts to kiss you and you walk into her hotel room while kissing her back.

“Y/N, why you didn't tell me you were coming to Japan,” Dua said

“I wanted to surprise you. I could leave if you don't want me” You said

You put her down on the bed but she is holding onto your jacket.

“You are not leaving, babe” Dua smiled

You smile at her and you lie on top of her. Her arms are wrapped around your body and she doesn't want to let go. She starts to kiss your face and you can't stop smiling.

“I missed you. You were about to go out?” You said

“I missed you so much. I was about to go out with some friends but not anymore since you are here” Dua said

You and Dua just lie in bed and you start to play with her hair. She puts her leg on top of your body and she stares into your eyes. She starts to all about the tour, you two continue to lie in bed. She noticted you were falling asleep, and she figured since it was a long trip. Your head is on her chest and gently she starts to rub your back.

——-

After spending time in Tokyo you went back home. You and Dua still have time almost every day and always texting each other.

Dua finished her tour and she has time off. It’s Valentine's Day and she took you on a romantic trip to Greece then she will take you to England to her hometown. Right now, you and Dua are on a yacht. You and Dua are holding hands then jump in the water. You and Dua swim up and then start to smile at each other.

“Wow, that was fun. Let’s do it again” You said

You and Dua swim towards the dock of the yacht. You helped her come out of the water and you have your hand on her ass.

“You look so hot in the bikini,” You said

“You don't look bad yourself,” Dua said

She gives you a peck on the lips. You follow her back to the dock, and then you and Dua jump in the water again. You and Dua swim around then she gets behind you, she puts her hands on your shoulders. You swim towards the yacht then you and Dua get back on the dock. Then she follows you upstairs then you and Dua start to eat. She feeds you a strawberry covered with chocolate.

“I told my parents about you then they told everyone in the family that we are dating,” Dua said

“Is that good or bad?” You asked

“Good in my mind. But that's why I want you to come to England with me, because they want to meet you” Dua said

She feeds you again then she drinks the wine.

“Do you want me to meet them?” You asked

“I do but do you want,” Dua said

“Okay, I will meet them,” You said

You are sitting down then she sits on your lap, then you put your hand on her thigh. She kissed you on the lips then you two started to smile.

“They will be happy to meet you. How about late we watch a movie?” Dua said

“Sure” You smiled

She doesn't move away from you. She starts to talk about her family and she likes that you are asking questions about them. Later, you and Dua put on bathrobes and then cuddle while watching a movie together. Her head is on your chest and you are playing with her hair.

[drafthorsemath]

Brotherly Love

Synopsis: Crosshair can't sleep and Tech appears to him as a force ghost. Lots of comfort.

A/N: I need some kind of conclusion for my brain. Whether you accept the finale and that Tech is dead, I think I need to get this out of my system to grieve.

Word Count: 846

It was nearly pitchblack in the bedroom, save for a sliver of a moonbeam shining through the window. Pabu was quiet this time of night and usually Crosshair found comfort in that. Tonight though, he was struck by sadness. He thought of Tech and the nights they'd spend together as cadets. Crosshair's eyes would hurt from the bright lights on Kamino after long days of training. Tech would turn off the lights, get into bed with him, and read to him. Crosshair smiled as he thought about all the different things Tech read. History, science, even the occasional holonovel. He would always find comfort laying next to his brother and hearing his voice. He wished he could hear him again now.

Crosshair sat up in bed and sighed as he looked out the window. He could swear he felt Tech's hand on his shoulder; steady and comforting as it always was. He sniffled and leaned into the sensation, only to realize that it wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

"Tech?!" Crosshair jumped up and turned to see a kind of blue light around what he could have swore was his brother. "What the kriff?!"

"Yes," Tech replied, examining his glowing limbs with curiosity. "I could ask the same thing."

Crosshair reached out to try to touch him. He felt a presence and yet could see through him.

"Is it really you?" Crosshair asked.

"Of course it's really me," Tech replied with an eye roll.

"How are you doing this?" Crosshair asked.

"I am unsure," came the honest answer. "However, matter is never created nor destroyed. It simply changes form. For whatever reason, this is the form I am currently taking."

Crosshair sat back down and without warning, sharply inhaled and let out a sob. Tech put his hand back on his brother's shoulder.

"I've missed you," Crosshair said, trying to compose himself.

"I'm still here," Tech said. "I've always thought of you before I fell and I've been with you since. I cannot fully explain the latter part."

"This is the first time I've seen you like this, though," Crosshair noted.

Tech nodded. They sat in silence for several minutes. Crosshair somehow understood now. All those times he felt like Tech was with him and he tried to suppress the feeling for fear it wasn't true when in reality, his brother had never left him.

"Tech?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry," Crosshair looked into his brother's familiar eyes and couldn't help but let a tear slip despite his best efforts. "I'm sorry I didn't leave the Empire sooner. I missed out on time with you. I should have done better."

Tech shook his head and pulled Crosshair into a hug.

"I am just glad you came home," Tech said. Both men felt relief. Relief that there were no hard feelings between them and that they cared for each other as they always had.

After awhile longer, Tech asked, "Shouldn't you be getting some rest?"

"I don't want to wake up and find you're not here."

"I'll still be here, Crosshair. Even if you can't see me and I promise I'll do my best to show up so you can. There has to be some interesting science behind this and now I have an infinite amount of time to try to figure it out."

Crosshair chuckled. That was so like him. Then, even though Tech had changed form, Crosshair could sense his brother had a question as easily as if they'd both been there in the flesh.

"What is it?" Crosshair asked.

"Are you going to get a prosthetic for your hand?"

"I'm not sure yet. I still have my left hand and Echo's given me some tips on getting by."

"If you do get a prosthesis I would be happy to help you optimize its utility."

"Can you even hold a spanner?" Crosshair asked dryly.

"I'm sitting on your bed and just gave you a hug. If I can do that, I do not see why I cannot use tools to fix something."

"Fair point," Crosshair replied with a grin. "I'll let you know."

Without a word, Crosshair and Tech both laid down as they had done when they were cadets. Instead of reading, they talked about their brothers and Omega. How much time it took them to truly relax on Pabu after the intensity of all that had happened. How Omega was growing, having something of a childhood, and how her piloting skills were improving all the time. They were both filled with pride in her.

It took awhile, but Crosshair finally let himself sleep, still feeling his brother right next to him. When he woke up in the morning, he startled a bit. He couldn't see Tech anymore. His eyes searched his room, but Tech was no where to be found. Had it been a dream? Was his brain taunting him? Just as he wanted to curse these mind games, he felt Tech's hand on his shoulder again and took a deep breath. Tech was still there. Crosshair would never have to be alone again.

[aimlessarchery]

19. A memory of someone they don’t see anymore

// this one got away from me a little tbh lmao?? anyway the inspiration for this one is the description of the Deliverance Hideout in SOV which reads as follows:

"A vast underground cemetery carved out of the earth. Within, commoner's graves lie next to those of nobles and even Zofian royalty."

Clouds hung heavy and gray in the sky on the day that the Deliverance lost Zofia Castle. Rain drenched their clothes and turned the ground to mud beneath their boots as they fled into the woods, down into the damp crypt that was meant to serve select teams of scouts as a hiding place—now meant to shelter the entirety of their forces. Clive took the lead in the march, ushering them all to safety with his head bent low. He works beside his men to prepare the space for the night—counting supplies, stashing weaponry, clearing out ancient stones to make room for weapon racks and bedrolls. Now he stands beside Python, the two of them brushing cobwebs and dust out of empty loculi. (Python tries not to think too hard about whether these shelves had occupants before, or where those hypothetical occupants may be if they aren't here, where they were supposed to be laid to rest.) In the flickering light of torches and lanterns, the golden sun at the head of the Deliverance looks…sallow. For the first time since Python has joined the force, he sees doubt openly tarnish the face of the shining noble knight. "Was real nice of 'em to clear out and leave space here for our rations," Python says dryly, wiping a hand against his pants in a fruitless effort to clean it. "Our new neighbors might stink to high heaven, but at least they're polite." Clive offers him a small chuckle. "Your optimism is admirable. And a bit surprising, coming from you." Python's responding laugh echoes sharply off the catacomb's stone walls. "Oh, no. Lemme be clear: this is miserable, uh, Sir." The honorific is tacked on as an afterthought at the end, as always. "I'm pretty sure I wrenched my shoulder sticking an arrow in one of Slayde's little friends, this whole place stinks of death, and I've got mud crusted in some unmentionable places. I'm just looking forward to finally getting some rest." "Your resilience, then." Another chuckle. And there it is, that overly polite smile that makes Python want to squirm away. "Thank you for standing with us, Python. Truly." The air is stifling suddenly, filled with dust and noble intent. Python grimaces, returning his attention to the loculi in front of him. Names are embossed along the lower edge of the shelf, the lettering somewhat obscured by age. Around the edges, draconic hands cradle them together—holding them in the Mother's arms. He runs a gloved finger along the raised edges, tracing what remains there.

An--- F-r---us, Duke of Lu--n- R--v-, Sh-p--d's Son No matter the circumstances of our birth, Mila's blessed soil reclaims all of us in the end.

---

The catacombs lack the luxury of space required for any segregation of sleeping quarters. Bedrolls are laid practically from end-to-end of the inner sanctuary. Laid on his side, Python gets a distant view of the entrance. Clive leans against his lance—a pale, fixed figure in the dim light, staring out into the hall beyond. Python rolls over, turning his back to watch the rise and fall of Forsyth's breaths beside him in the darkness. Despite his complaints of exhaustion, he sleeps fitfully. The air is too stagnant. The stone is too cold beneath his side. When he closes his eyes, he dreams of the ceiling collapsing and burying them all as one.

[persefolli]

𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @myheartfollower, @laylasbunbunny, @destinyl, @deadgirl02, @neteyamyawne

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 | 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Oh my! Neytiri.” You bowed, seeing the clan leader in your home. Her eyes were sad but she maintained her stotic and respectable posture. “Come back.” She said.

You tilted your head, playing dumb as to what she was referring to.

“Come back to Jake. He needs you.”

“Neytiri…I can't…i've defiled your marriage too-”

“Stop with the righteous act you've already fucked him!” She snapped. Her eyes softened, noticing your shocked face. “He can't sleep without you Y/n. He can't breathe, he can't…he can't… he can't lead the clan without you pulling the strings.”

Your stomach sunk, hearing how bad Jakes condition was. There was no way he loved you that much. Did he?

“I need to make peace with myself.” You turned your back on Neytiri.

“You're gonna make your peace at the expense of your lover's happiness?” Neytiri questioned. You turned around and began to speak but the na’vi hissed. 

“Come back. Fix it.”

---

You walked into the main room of Jake and Neytiris home. The house was clean but loveless, you could feel the dread that lingered for weeks in this home.

Neytiri led you to the room, where a hammock hung separate from the other. A large figure laid in one of them, back facing the world and breaths silent and short.

“I'll leave you two.” Neytiri excused herself.

You slowly approached, not wanting to trigger any emotion bombs. “Jake get up.” You said once you stood over him. He said nothing, but laid still. He was indeed listening, but this wasn't enough to get him up and out.

“I said get up dammit!” You pulled the hammock aside and watched as he turned around, looking at you with agitated and sunken eyes. “Don't act like you don't want me here.”

“I don't.”

“Bullshit.”

Jake laid silent.

“Fine.” You pivoted on your heels but were quickly grabbed by Jake. He had sat up and pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I didn't mean it. I didn't. I'm sorry.” 

You sighed and allowed his hands to embrace your waist and hold you tightly against him, scared of you walking out again.

“Why would you leave me?”

You sighed. “It was time for you to be a man. And in that world I am not apart of that.”

“I am no man without you!” He hissed. 

“Don't say that.”

“I would renounce being Olo'eyktan for you. No clan. No wife. Just me and you.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder, soft and tender like he always did.

“Jake.” Your eyes began to water. “I told you this wasn't right. I told you that we needed to move on, but you just keep-” You let out a strangled cry, displaying your frustration to Jake. He always made these promises, knowing that he would never actually do so.

“I need you. Y/n. Now that I know how life is with you, I can't live one without you.”

You turned around and looked at him with watery eyes. Pathetic. He was pathetic, you were as well. His eyes were filled with hope, and you saw the glint of optimism that you would come back.

“We can continue to fuck up together. And eventually if you do fall out of love with me we can…make some sort of arrangement or plan. But for now let me enjoy you, allow me to be in your presence.”

You sighed deeply, slightly disappointed in yourself for folding so easily.

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The Taming of Smeagol

"Well, master, we're in a fix and no mistake." Strong start! Hello, Sam! I missed your face! 8-D

One thing that was lost on me as a kid was just how difficult it would be for Frodo and Sam to navigate this rough terrain when they're so small and not terribly athletically inclined. I have now scrambled around on rocks at the rim of the Grand Canyon, and lemme tell you, just because you can see it doesn't mean you can get down there without breaking your legs.

"Yes, I can smell it." Elijah Wood's delivery of this line will never not make me giggle. That and "I think I've found the bottom." Am I twelve years old at heart? Why yes. Yes I am.

"Only those, what d'you call 'em, lembas, Mr. Frodo." I would just like to stop and express my appreciation that Tolkien so deliberately added these little verbal idiosyncrasies to convey Sam's accent to the reader. This is not me parodying the story. This is a direct quote. Did I expect to see the word "d'you" in this epic high fantasy story? No I didn't. Is it the best thing I've seen all day? Heck yes.

(Makes me wonder how Sam's accent is handled in translations of this story apart from English. Tolkien very deliberately put it in to mimic a very particular British dialect, that much is clear, so how do other translations adapt that to lower-class dialects in their own languages?)

"'There's nothing for it but to scramble down this gully, Sam. Let's see what it leads to!' 'A nasty drop, I'll bet.'" Always the voice of optimism, Sam.

"It is doubtful if he ever did anything braver in cold blood, or more unwise." Tolkien really said, "Sam slid himself right over the edge of that cliff and that was the single bravest and stupidest thing he ever did."

Ooh, Frodo went all blind all of the sudden! :-O I wonder if that's his shoulder wound acting up again....like that "wraith sight" is coming back in response to the Nazgul's screech. Either that or he's just got low blood pressure and the sudden shock of falling down made him grey out a little LOL

"'Stop chattering!' cried Frodo, now recovered enough to feel both amused and annoyed. 'Never mind your Gaffer!'" This hollered up the cliff-face after a near scrape with death. I love this book.

One of the great under-appreciated aspects of Frodo and Sam’s dynamic is the times when it becomes VERY CLEAR just how much older Frodo is. He’s dealing with Sam like an exasperated parent wrangling a hyperactive two-year-old and that’s just very funny to me. X-D

This entire conversation is just Frodo and Sam going back and forth like "I want to go down" "well I don't" "well I do, and I have seniority here" "good point"

"Ninny-hammers! Noodles! My beautiful rope!" I need to know more hobbit swears because these are GREAT

(This and Sam's accent are even funnier when you consider Tolkien's "meta explanation" for LotR. "Ah yes I translated this from the Red Book of Westmarch and turned these hobbit names into ones based off of Anglo-Saxon root words and blah blah blah" okay but WHAT WAS SAM ACTUALLY SAYING IN THE HOBBIT LANGUAGE THEN, TOLKIEN?? Where's your appendix on THAT?? Do hobbits actually use the name of a starchy food as a euphemism? Is the word for "noodles" phonetically similar to a swear word in Hobbit Language, like the Russian "blin" and "blyat"?? WHAT DO HOBBITS SAY WHEN THEY BANG THEIR THUMB WITH A HAMMER??? I DON'T NEED SLEEP, TOLKIEN, I NEED A N S W E R S)

Movie!Frodo: "Real elvish rope :-]" Book!Frodo: "LOL you almost killed us" Sam: "No I didn't TT-TT"

(Honestly I prefer the movie version. I know Frodo is just trying to find a sensible explanation for why the rope came down, but it does come across like he's blaming Sam for something that isn't his fault. Much prefer that little look of "huh...well then" that they give each other in the movie. That's just *chef's kiss*)

Frodo: *grabs Sam's arm* Me, being predictable: 8-D

Obviously much of the way these characters speak had to be adapted to fit the big screen. Gollum, though? He's just. Like that. He talks exactly the same. Like they didn't change anything at all. It's almost jarring.

Tolkien compares Gollum to an insect, a spider, a frog, a dog, and wet string. I have no comment on this, I just think it's brilliantly evocative and very funny.

Frodo responding out loud to the memory of his conversation with Gandalf in Moria is much more poignant when you realize that at this point, Frodo still thinks Gandalf is dead :-(

"Sam...seemed to sense that there was something odd about his master's mood and that the matter was beyond argument. All the same he was amazed at Frodo's reply." This just in: Main Character suddenly gets agency in the story after being tossed around like little more than baggage with feet for several chapters, Sidekick left stunned

"Frodo looked across at Sam. Their eyes met and they understood." Me, being PredictableTM: "hhhhrmnnnnggpppfffffttthhhnn"

Yes I am that basic girl whose favorite thing is when characters know each other so well they can communicate without talking to each other, shut up

"Frodo drew himself up, and again Sam was startled by his words and his stern voice." *Doofenschmirtz voice* If I had a nickel for every time I was caught off-guard by Frodo going all aggro on Gollum, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice—

"'Down! down!' said Frodo." Bro he literally is even using dog commands on Gollum. Bruhhhh.

Sam, internally: "boi this smeagol be actin' SUS—" *is slapped*

I guess this chapter is called “The Taming of Smeagol” because “Frodo and Sam Repeatedly Try and Fail to Get Down a Cliff” just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

[voxmortuus]

Silly Crush | POSSIBLE CHAPTER SERIES

Stu Macher x F!Reader

Scream FanFic

TW: Fluff, mild language, heated make-out session

Forgive my writing. It’s been a while.

GIF created by @2026

Late summer of 1996, just before school starts back up again. The summer fair had come to town, this year it decided to not skip town, the weather was perfect for it! Being the loner you usually steered clear of these things, but you had befriended Tatum and Sidney. It was nice to have friends that you could talk to, to trust, plus the added perks of Stu's flirtatious nature, though you could never bear to tell him that you had a crush on him, you'd be risking your friendship and likely look foolish, there was no way you thought that Stu would be into someone like you... I mean, after all, he was Stu Macher, he and Billy were kind of known around Woodsboro High.

Slipping into your favorite pair of black overalls, one strap off, and slipping on a black crop top and a pair of black LEI black platforms a touch of makeup, and braided your hair into long pigtails, and headed out. Tatum loved your outfit. "We'll meet the guys there, Stu had to do something." Tatum chirped while you hopped into her red Volkswagen bug and takes off down the road. "What did have to do?" You casually ask. "Something with Billy, said they'd show up after, some project they're working on." Sidney chimed in. "Yeah something stupid important." Tatum mocked. With a chuckle, you shake your head and watch out the window.

Getting out of the car after she parked it you three look around and decide to head to the benches waiting for the two boys to arrive. Tatum played with her gum and Sidney reading a book, you sat there, people watching, three unlikely friends, but so far so good, this was going to be good for you, real good, so you hoped, minus the odd guilt of crushing on Tatum's man. Letting out a soft breath, Stu and Billy approach from behind startling their better halves. Stu looks at you and gives you a sweet smile. "Hey Y/N. Glad you made it." It could be he was being nice, but the feeling behind his words was something more. You give a kind smile back and flush slightly. "Me too." Clearing your throat and with a side stare from Tatum and a smile from Sidney the girls hop up and look around.

Without any hesitation Tatum looks a Stu, "It's time for that big blue dog you promised me!" She grinned taking his hand and dragging him away. Sidney looked at Billy, "Ferris Wheel?" with a shrug and a nod. "Sure." Sidney looks at you. "You can come if you'd like." You shake your head and give a smile. "Nah, I'll be good, I'll be here. It's just nice to get out of the house." Sidney nods and pats your shoulder before she and Billy take off to the wheel while you sat there, alone, like always. "I knew this was a bad idea." you tell yourself before letting out a sigh and slump on the bench picking at your glitter nail polish and staring at the ground a bit.

After a few hours had passed Tatum started to feel sick, of course, that's what happens when one inhales two cotton candies and a thing of funnel cake and a corn dog and a diet soda. She looks at you. "Hey, I'm going to head home, thanks for coming with us, Stu is going to take you home if that's alright?" You look at her "Yeah, that's fine. Feel better." You tell her. "Billy, Sidney you ready?" she askes them almost feeling ignored you look down at the ground, your jaw clenches, Sidney touches your shoulder again and the three of them take off. Stu sits next to you and looks ahead of himself. "You know, she doesn't mean to be a bitch all the time." You look up and over at him and arch a brow. "She's not a bitch, just, set in her ways." With a chuckle, he shakes his head. "No need to be polite. She brought you here and ditched you. Personally Bitch move." He stated

Shaking your head you know how people like that can be, you slump a bit more. "Nothing like being a third wheel." you chuckle. "It's alright though, it was nice to get out of the house." you state with a soft voice and maybe some optimism. Looking at you he smiled. "How about I make up for it?" You quickly shake your head and smile. "You don't have to, there's nothing to make up for." Shaking his head again. "I don't think you understand. Let me make it up to you. I don't think I'm giving you much of a choice." Clearing your throat you look down and pick at your nails again and nod your head. "Okay Stu."

Standing up he takes your hand and your whole body gets warm, flushed, and nervous as he takes you to win you that blue dog he botched trying to get for Tatum. "Until I win the big blue one Merve." He tells the man behind the counter. "Anything for you Stu." He chuckles and hands him some baseballs. You watch as he looks at you. "I'm bad at this." He laughs throwing a few, "Not too bad." you reassure him. After a good five minutes, he wins you the large blue dog, smiling you bite your lip taking the dog. "Thank you," you tell the man and then at Stu. "And thank you. I have the perfect spot for him in my room." You beam a smile nuzzling into the dog a bit.

"Next stop!" He takes your hand and takes you to get something to eat. You blush a bit as he took it upon himself to order for you. Taking a seat a the picnic benches Stu looks at you and looks around. "There are a few more stops before we hit the big ending." He nodded to the Ferris wheel. Biting your lip and taking a bite of your burger you look at him and back at the end of the strip and let out a shaky breath. Nerves are going to get the better of you, you know this and grip the large paw of the dog and look at Stu. "Thank you, for all of this so far." He laughed. "Don't thank me until the end." He tells you.

Finishing food he takes you to the water guns, the ball toss and ends up winning you a goldfish, the thunderbolt, and last but not least, you two are standing in line for the Ferris Wheel, your stomach is turning, nerves, the Ferris wheel was a special ride. "We don't have to do this." You tell him. "Nonsense, we're going." He laughs taking your hand and getting into a cart and closes the door. Placing the dog and the bag with the goldfish on the bench across the way Stu decides to sit next to you with his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. Taking in his cheap cologne your eyes close, feeling this odd sense of safety.

The ride takes off and you jump a little and he pulls you closer. "Heights make me uneasy." you tell him, looking down at you. "I'll protect you." He tells you with a cheeky grin and looks around. "Thank you for tonight, I'm glad I came." She smiled. "I'm glad you came too." A few times around the wheel stops, Looking around Stu chuckles. "Uhhh, bad news, we're going to be stuck here for a bit." Your eyes grow wide and you get closer to him and bite your lip harder. Stu holds you petting your head a bet and you look up. "Well I guess, we should talk... I need to distract myself. I'm a horrible friend Stu." You tell him.

With an arched brow, he looks at you, "How so?" you fidget and he looks at you, waiting for you to speak. "I've uhh, I've got this thing for someone, and this someone has someone, and this someone's someone had befriended me this summer and I feel like a bad friend for liking this someone." You state, "Vague... I'm sure Sidney would understand, everyone's got a thing for Billy." He moves away a little bit. Shaking your head you look up at him. "No Stu, I like you, and Tatum would have a cow if she found out." Stu looks at you. "You like me?" He asks you, nodding your head he chuckles and smiles. "I like you." He tells you.

With a nervous laugh, you lean into him and bite on your lip. He looks down at you, and tilts your head up, and presses his lips to yours, his hand resting on the side of your neck as you grip his shirt and press into the kiss a bit more. His tongue dances with yours as the kiss becomes a bit more heated, his hand moves from your neck to your breast gripping it in his hand as the other pulls you closer. He pulls you on top of him and you look over his face, moving your hips a bit and he lets off a soft groan, pulling you closer back into a kiss as his hands rest on your butt pulling you even closer, any closer and you'd melt into him. His hand slips under your shirt playing with the perky bit of flesh and the suppleness of your breast while your fingers play with his hairline.

Tongues dancing together he lifts his hips up into yours. Looking over his face. "We shouldn't do this here, not here, and it's too quick, and I... Stu..." Stu looks at you. "Yeah Y/N?" He askes with a smile. "Do you love Tatum?" You ask him. "I wouldn't call it love, she's annoying, needy, and overly clingy... I offered to take you home, I wanted to tell you I liked you, and was hoping that maybe you'd be my girl." He looked over your face. Hugging him you nuzzle into his neck. "Yes, absolutely. Tatum is going to shit." You chuckle shaking your head. "She will at first, but she'll find someone else to occupy her time." He smirked and places you next to him and fixed your shirt, taking care of you, holding you close.

The wheel starts moving again and when you two get off the wheel, he smiles taking your hand, and escorts you to his car where he then takes you home. "I'll come by tomorrow we'll go see a movie or something. After I tell Tatum see ya." He chuckled planting a kiss on your lips before you get out of the car and make your way inside with your dog and fish. Your mother looks at you. "Well well, looks like you had fun." You smirk big and nod. "Night mum. Love you." You kiss her cheek and rush upstairs. Putting the fish in a bowl and the dog on the foot of the bed you strip down into something comfortable grab your journal and being to write. "Dear Diary, Tonight, was the best night EVER!"

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Monster Loki × Pregnant Reader

Summary: Summary: You’re pregnant. Yay! Everyone seems to care accept for the father of your child. Loki is distant and all you can do is wonder why. It's not everyday that you get Pregant, not to mention with a frost giant. Giving birth earlier than human, you have to deal with a frost giant pregnancy. Their are some benefits like the strength but the damage your child is doing to your body makes you ask yourself..."Is it worth it?"

Warning: Angst, Fluff, swearing

Pt: 1/4

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Sleeping wasn't what your little one wanted you to do. It kept you awake all night, kicking and punching your bladder and the occasional rolling into your ribs.

With a sigh you got up quietly trying not to wake Loki. He was sound asleep and held onto your swollen stomach as the kicking ceased to end. "Are you happy now?" You ask the child growing inside you. "I'm up I'm up."

You needed to pee for the fifth time that night. Afterwards, you couldn't help but look in the mirror. Fingertips glided across your abdomen and the child kicked you again making you jump. On earth, people would think you were already nine months but the truth is, you were only one.

Frost giant babies are born at the end of the season. So you had two months left and you couldn't help but be so happy to get the child out of you.

Looking up, you see Loki's eyes staring at you from behind. Turning your body you see his face is hard as he sits up showing his naked torso.

"Why aren't you asleep, y/n?" He asks "Come to bed." Said Loki, not even giving you the chance to answer.

"Your son." You chuckle walking over to the bed. "He's keeping me awake with all of his moving around. He also seems to think my bladder is some sort of toy."

With a sigh Loki tilts his head, "You don't even know if it's a boy or a girl. It doesn't work like that you know. They change genders based on your body temperature."

Shrugging you slide onto the bed, kissing his knuckles as your head layed on his chest. "I know it's going to be a boy, Loki." You say "And if it's not who the hell cares."

He kissed your head and you sat up so you faced him. "My lovely y/n, your optimism is so refreshing." He says as you kiss his pale jaw. "Not right now." Said Loki in a low voice.

You didn't take it seriously and shrugged it off due to his head tilting back a bit. You were straddling his waist as your tongue entered his mouth, licking the roof of it. He wiggled at your touch and Loki's hand rose to your face cupping it gently.

He tried to push you back, but your fingernails dug into his arms holding Loki's body in place. Hands roaming his jet black hair, your face heated up as you tasted the inside of Loki's mouth. He kept trying to pull you off, but you didn't budge. It was sort of strange for him and you.

Loki was the strong one and when it came to sex or just making out, he would always worry about hurting you. Of course their were times that he left bruises.

Some on your thigh on how tight he held it when his body slammed into you, others on your arms when Loki would hold you down hearing you moan his name aimlessly.

You didn't mind them despite the face he would make when he saw them. But right now, you were the one bruising him. And maybe it was due to your pregnancy and if it was, you didn't care. You were in control of Loki's movements and that was what was driving him crazy.

Your tounge slid from out of his mouth as he pulled back. Biting your lips, you slowly grind on his boxers. Loki, flustered rubbed his eyes trying not to look at your begging grin. Foreheads touching he gave you a serious expression, "Not now." Said Loki as he slid your legs from off his lap.

"Fine." You say standing abruptly and grabbing your cloak that hung on the hook. With a sigh you shrugged and rolled your eyes. "I absolutely hate you." You mumble exiting the room.

Your child kicked you again as you walked down the hall. No sleep tonight and that was something you were still getting used too. Heading for the library, you decided to read a book. They always kept you awake and when you read them out loud, the moving of your child ceased as if he was listening.

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Archery. Since you had been living in Asgard, the sport had grown on you. Every other morning, you'd go out and shoot a couple at the target. For some reason, it took away some of your early morning nausea being out doors.

This was the one morning where you weren't by yourself. Frigga had made her way towards you with a warm smile and a tray of food. "Good morning, y/n." She greeted

"Morning." You said back, grabbing another arrow.

"You slept well I presume?" Asks Frigga, as you release the arrow towards the target.

Fixing your cloak, your body turns towards her and you reply, "Unfortunately not. He's been keeping me awake with his moving around so I decided to read at the library." You told her picking up one of the grapes. "I came across some names and I've chosen a few."

"Oh? That's exciting, y/n. Have you discussed them with my son, Loki?" Asks Frigga watching you put the bow down and eat more of the grapes

"We um...we haven't had the...their just isn't a good time. Loki is busy and so am I."

"I think you should go to the infirmary to get checked out." Frigga suggests looking you up and down. "A pregnant woman with barely any sleep can't be healthy. For you or your baby."

"Oh Frigga," you chuckle trying to shrug it off. "I'm fine, really. The naps I do take are the perfect amount of sleep I need." You lied. Honestly, your body was very tired. Even when you did close your eyes it was only for 20 minutes then he'd kick you awake.

"Oh darling, are you sure?" She asked you as you eat some more of the fruit. "I want a happy mother and also healthy one. I'm sure my son Loki would too."

"Well...maybe a little check up won't hurt." You gave in with a sigh while picking up your bow again and some arrows. "But please, could you have them not call me Lady y/n. It's to formal and if Thor can stop so can they."

Frigga lets out a heart laugh and puts her hand on your shoulder. "Oh darling." She says in between laughs. "I will be sure to tell them so."

"Thank you Frigga." You said shooting the arrow as she left.

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A couple weeks had past, and it wasn't the sleep that was bugging you now. You seemed to get bigger and walking was getting a bit harder. You did manage to get to and from the kitchen for snacks in the night despite Frigga's protests.

The sleepless nights ceased ever since you went to the infirmary. They gave you pills that helped you sleep through the constant moving that happened inside you.

You also noticed how you'd wake up thinking Loki was there lying next to you just to wake up in the morning with his side of the bed looking untouched.

Their wasn't even a wrinkle in the sheets that proved otherwise. Just like this morning. Instead of hearing his sweet words whispering in your ear, "Good morning my heavenly mortal." You were gifted with the sunlight beaming in your face and your ear uncharmed by the tickle of his breath against it.

Having to repeat that daily made you question why? And the fact that your body had not been touched by his hands in so long, made you flinch in question when you tried to pleasure yourself.

"Y/N?" Asks Thor as you walk down the corridor towards the kitchen "Y/N, where are you going?"

"I'm hungry. And I could really go for a cream cheese and Jelly sandwich. Maybe two and I have a strong craving for Fish and Mushroom soup." You answer continuing to walk.

"My mother wants you to rest." Thor said, but more in a warning way. "A child carrier should not be on her feet." Then he looks down "Whoa! Your ankles are bigger than my hammer." He laughed "It's a dinner table for all the gods to eat on."

Without thinking or hesitation, your hand came flying across his face swiftly. You didn't expect him to be phased by it or even move but he did the exact opposite. Thor fell to the ground and holding his cheek.

End of PT 1

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I'VE BEEN PONDERING ZERO

Benchmarks are simulated users. It doesn't add; it multiplies. The Detroit News. Raising money has a mysterious capacity to suck up all your attention. Hygienic macros are intended to protect me from variable capture, among other things, but variable capture is exactly what they're supposed to help or supervise. Leonardo or Bellini or Memling, who all had the additional encouragement of honest standards. First, the Internet lets anyone find you at almost zero cost.

The first, obviously, is that there is now potentially an actual audience for our work. The word essay comes from the French verb meaning to try and an essai is an attempt. To understand what rejection means, you have to sound intellectual. It was written by just three people. He got a 4x liquidation preference. I think. Some ideas so obviously entail alarming schleps that anyone can see them.1 And so in the late 19th century the study of ancient texts was still the backbone of the curriculum.

A more serious problem is the real one. When I say startups are designed to grow fast. It's quite a leap to start a company to grow really big, it can sometimes take longer to find the library function that will do what you want. These two trees have been converging ever since. The current one recognizes about 187,000. So paradoxically there are cases where fewer resources yield better results, because the marginal cost is close to zero. You want to fund them. But the aim is never to be convincing per se. Mihalko, everything was different. The optimal ways to make money from it indirectly, or find fields that are uninitialized.2 Part of the reason I say this is optimism: it seems that, if you were to compete with other local barbers. He worked on big things, at least some of the best programs were essays, in the sense we mean today.

And there is another class of problems which inherently have an unlimited capacity to soak up cycles: image rendering, cryptography, simulations. Most technologies evolve a good deal even after they're first launched—programming languages especially. Just to be clear about this, I'm not proposing that all numerical calculations would actually be carried out using lists. When I read the papers I found out why. This was done entirely for PR purposes. If I'm right that the defining advantage of insiders is money—that they'll cruise through all the initial steps, but when they turn to raising money they'll find it surprisingly hard, get demoralized, and give up. We didn't want to miss out, so we decided to write some. But there is another, newer language, called Python, whose users tend to look down on Perl, and more informal. Using big abstractions you can write any program in any of them will amount to anything. He's not just generally correct, but also as a way of saving you work, rather than as a way of studying the world than producing something beautiful. VCs are mostly money guys, not people who would have if I understood their work. The Suit is Back.

As everyone knows, America plus tragedy equals the Civil War was about slavery; people would be confused otherwise; plus you can show a lot of thoughtful people in it, the way C was with Unix. In my filter, the spam probability of 98%, whereas the same token in the body. Lisp had a sufficiently large and demanding user base. I think one of the most exciting trends in the last ten years the Internet has the most effect. The test drive was the way to get returns from an investment is in the form of Demo Day, where a batch of newly created startups presents to investors all at once. By the end of the scale for tokens found only in the spam corpus, the probability is. Version 4. Plans are just another word for ideas on the shelf. Those are like experiments that get inconclusive results. Before Durer tried making engravings, no one can get between you and potential users without preventing them from browsing the Web. You don't need to know the type of company you're starting.

If we can develop a new Lisp. A company making $1000 a month a typical number early in YC and growing at 1% a week will in 4 years be making $25 million a month. This was a big market, Apple was already established. That last advantage may turn out that this whole battleground gets bypassed. But startups often raise money even when they are or could easily become much worse than they seem. Older founders only make the first mistake. Essays should aim for maximum surprise. Some people would make good founders, and certainly not you as an investor. The specific argument, or one of them, and which seem unconvincing. In fact, if you mistreat the founders you invest in, not how cheaply they can buy stock in them. Y Combinator is working to fix this.

In an efficient market, the number of startups in this country is a policy that would cost nothing: establish a new class of visa for startup founders. If this is a list of the n most admirable people. And when you see something that's taking advantage of new technology. If the pointy-haired bosses to revert to the mean. I've used Lisp my whole programming life and I only recently realized that it reflects reality: software development is affected by the way it is released. But though the result is sterile and wooden: a shopping mall rather than a single binary, it can sometimes take longer to find the origin of some bug in their compiled code e. A few hackers understand it, and savor the time you have. This is an open problem in the sense that architects have to design buildings that don't fall down, but because people are using them to write Windows apps, but because people are using them to write Windows apps, but because they want the lower costs of new technology. It might also be inevitable, if you write one great book and ten bad ones, because feedback from real live users always leads to improvements. But I'm pretty sure that's a bad idea. Actually we're the opposite: incubators exert more control than ordinary VCs, and we made our scripting language, RTML, a purely functional language.

Those three used the English language like they owned it. If Moore's Law continues to put out, they will drive a project forward the same way taking a shower lets your thoughts drift. Now that I've had a few, I'm relieved to find they're not as bad as I feared. And that is just what tends to happen. Software varies in the same language as the throwaway programs people wrote in it grew larger. Woz says all they did there was assemble some computers, and I wrote a signup program that ensures all the appointments within a given set of office hours are clustered at the end of the list, fixing them. It was a killing machine. And yet practically no one does. The Boston Globe. While we were writing the software, and a few places being sprayed with startupicide, it's more accurate to think of someone and ask is this person my hero?

Notes

I'm thinking of Oresme c. It's not simply a function of prep schools supplied the same reason I stuck with such a discovery.

Jessica and I bicycled to University Ave in Palo Alto to have more money. Though you never have come to them. 107.

Thanks to Aaron Iba, Jessica Livingston, Sam Altman, Garry Tan, Eric Raymond, and David Sloo for inviting me to speak.