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westviewtroubles · 2 years

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Heatstroke

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Synopsis: What better way to spend a hot summer day than with your best friend?

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: fluff! some allusions to dirty dreams.

A/N: What is it with me and seasonal friends to lovers fics? We shall never know. I've been so busy looking for apartments and now that I've actually found one I'm busy getting ready to move in two weeks and finding a job. Adulthood is rough. So, I'm winding down by writing about my current favorite guy and pretending vol2 didn't happen!

It was the hottest day Hawkins had seen in years, and it showed. ACs around the town had been cranked up to eleven, and the community pool was packed with people.

Even you had woken up with a sheen of sweat covering your body, though it had nothing to do with the weather, and everything to do with the dream you had.

Now, you were laying in your bed, the heat almost putting you to sleep when you heard a ring on your door. You waited for a moment for someone else to open the door, but when the person behind the door became persistent, you groaned, getting out of bed.

"What are you doing here?" You asked with raised brows, looking down at the familiar little girl who stood behind your door, an impish smile on her face.

"I was wondering if you wanted to buy some ice cream." Erica said, holding up a box of popsicles. "Five bucks per box."

"Are you kidding? I can go to the store and buy them for two." You chuckled, leaning against the doorway.

"No, you can't. I bought them all." She said, showing off a cooler filled with boxes of ice cream.

"Two dollars."

"I didn't come here to negotiate, I came to do business. If you're not interested, I have thirty other houses to visit."

"Two dollars or I tell your mom about the time you tried to convince me your bedtime was at midnight and that you were allowed to have ice cream for dinner."

"You drive a hard bargain." She pursed her lips, handing you a box of popsicles while you handed her two one-dollar bills. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"See you on Monday!" You called out after her when she walked away, looking down at the box of popsicles, getting an idea.

You were pounding both of your fists against the door to the Munson's residence, the lone box of popsicles chilling in the blue cooler you'd taken with you, a wide grin on your face.

"Food delivery!" You announced as soon as the door was opened, only to be met with a shirtless Eddie, his hair pushed away from his face, all of his tattoos in full view, only covered up by the drops of sweat on his body, the dazed look on his face reminding you of the dream you had the night before.

"Everything alright?" He asked with furrowed brows, and you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you quickly cleared your throat, closing your gaping mouth. His attention was soon taken by the cooler you were holding, his eyes now gleaming. "What's in there?"

"Oh, I brought popsicles." You said, fanning your face with the hope that Eddie would chalk it up to the weather, instead of your heart that was pounding against your chest. "Can I come in?"

"Sorry!" He said, stepping away from the door and letting you in. "The AC is busted, so the whole trailer feels like a furnace."

"I was actually wondering if you wanted to go outside somewhere. Like, maybe find someplace to swim."

"I like the way you think." He said, briefly pointing his finger at you with a smile on his face, and the dazed look was now long gone from his face. "You have any place in mind?"

"There's this one small beach I found, I've never really seen any people-"

"Sounds good!" He piped up, interrupting your sentence. "Wanna go? I can drive us." Eddie smiled, grabbing a shirt off the armchair and putting it on effortlessly.

"Already?"

"Unless you have something better to do?" He said, and when you shook your head, he took your hand into his. "Then let's go."

After spending fifteen minutes trying to guide Eddie to the beach, the two of you finally arrived, and as you'd expected, there wasn't anyone in sight. There was a faint orange tint to the sky, and you'd guess that the sun would start setting in a few hours, even though it was just as warm as it had been that morning.

"It's so pretty." You said with a wide smile, briskly putting down the cooler and starting to unbutton your shirt before looking up to the boy standing next to you stiffly. "You coming in?"

"Yeah."

"You can swim, right?" You said, furrowing your brows as you threw your shirt on top of the cooler, revealing your bikini top. "Because even though I worked as a lifeguard a few summer back, I really don't think I'd be able to save you."

"Of course! Yeah, definitely." He said, and the dazed look from before was back on his face as you took off your sandals along with your shorts, putting them with your shirt. "I'll just come in after you."

You nodded, making your way towards the lake, and as soon as you got in the water, you could feel a chill run down your spine, the cool water a welcome fix against the hot weather. You smiled, going deeper into the water until it reached your shoulders, turning back at the shore to look at Eddie who was now clumsily approaching you, his clothes now mixed with yours as he held two popsicles in his hand.

"I thought we could use these." He said as soon as he reached you, the water only reaching his chest, handing one of the popsicles to you. "I got you a watermelon one."

"It's my favorite. You know me so well." You said, snatching the red popsicle out of his hand, leaving him with the green one. "Apple?"

"Pear, I think." He chuckled, biting into his ice cream, making you shiver.

"I still don't get how you do that." You said, licking yours. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"No, your teeth are just weaker than mine." He grinned, licking his own popsicle. "Can I try yours?"

"As long as you don't take a bite out of it."

He tipped his popsicle towards you while you did the same, the both of you tasting the other person's popsicle.

"Mine is better." You grinned, and Eddie feigned offense at your statement by letting out a loud gasp. "How dare you?" He said in a high-pitched tone. "I'm fully serious. How dare you utter a blasphemous statement like that?"

"What are you gonna do? Execute me?"

"I just might." He said, and before you knew it, he had started splashing you with water while you tried guarding your popsicle like your life depended on it. "Come on, you're just gonna take it?"

As soon as you began splashing him with water, you could see that Eddie regretted egging you on, the two of you laughing almost in rhythm with the sound of the splashing water, occasionally eating your popsicles.

When you'd dragged yourselves back to the shore, your fingers had pruned, the sky was now a deeper tone of orange, and you could feel the air slowly getting cooler while the two of you laid on the sand, looking up at the sky with satisfied smiles on your faces.

"I wish every day could be like this." You said with a content sigh, propped up on your forearms.

"Awfully hot?"

"No! Fun."

"Well, obviously today would be fun. You spent it with me." He said with a self-satisfied smile while you scoffed, softly slapping his bare chest.

"Stop admiring yourself, Munson."

"For what it's worth, I also had fun today." He said, turning his head to look at you, "Just like every day I spend with you."

"That's so cheesy." You said, yet you felt your cheeks heating up, making you turn your head away from him. "If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna take you seriously."

"I was being serious."

You could feel his finger on your chin as he softly guided you to look back at him, your body following his guidance without even a second thought. Eddie looked down at your lips, his brown eyes lit up by the orange sky, your heart once again pounding against your chest as you studied each of his features, in awe of how beautiful he looked.

"You look so beautiful in this light." He said, as if reading your mind, your breath catching in your throat as soon as the words left his lips. "Can I kiss you?" His voice was quieter, and you could hear a small voice crack.

When you nodded, his lips were immediately on yours. Your head felt light on your shoulders, and every thought in your mind was gone when you felt his hand on your cheek, Eddie trying to pull you closer even with your body pressed to his.

As his lips moved together with yours, Eddie pressed his chest to yours, and you could feel his heart pounding against his chest in a similar way yours did, and when his lips finally left yours, the only thing to be heard was the heavy breaths exchanged between you, a wide grin on his face.

"I think the heat is starting to get to me." He said, breaking the silence.

"How come?"

"Because I can't help but want to kiss you again."

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

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ashtraythief · 22 days

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Hey! So ive been a long time reader of ur underneath verse (since like.. 2018? Maybe even 2017?) and i just wanted to drop by and tell u how much im enjoying rereading ur writing! Like in general i think this is one of my fav fics series just bc its so extensive and well done and thought out and fleshed out so well it works so well? Like seeing all the different angles and the way u choose to frame things is really fun for me and kinda inspires my own writing in some aspects.

Ive never read the whole thing all in one go before so ive decided to do that right now and im just about done with the pied pipers song - more specifically willys chapter. And i kinda needed to let u know that ur series really stands out to me just bc of how many glimpses into other characters and all these different povs of the same thing like on it stands out on a technical level but then ur actual writing of these things is so good and compelling and like as an outsider pov bitch it hits the spot for me so well? Like ur writing is never stale and its always interesting.

I specifically wanted to take this time to mention that i really love willy and winstons characters and how u went about it. Like im ngl the way u wrote them kinda makes me want to cry tears of happiness for them bc they have found ppl who appreciate them and they have connections with other ppl but then the bittersweet tang of jensen and willy is kinda fucking me up rn /pos djjdjdjd like in general u really do the bittersweet jensen is stuck undercover angle really well and it HURTS so good

But yes i dont really have a good concise message or comment to leave beyond the fact that i keep stopping every few sentences to get up and jump bc im so excited about what im reading i need to get rid of that excess energy lol so sorry if this is all over the place and a really messy message! I just really wanted to let u know how much im enjoying reading it all rn. Thank you so much for sharing ur writing with us and for continuing to write for this series its so fun!

omg nonnie, I'm kinda speechless here (this is the second wonderful message in two days so I'm kinda overwhelmed. is it send wonderful messages week somewhere??)

I just am so grateful and this message made me so happy. never apologize for maybe not having a five point outline lol, this is amazing.

The underneath verse has always been my fandom baby, so praise for it is already amazing, but the pied piper fic and Winston and Willy epsecially, it just makes my heart so full. Ten years ago, they definitely started out as stock characters of mob drivers, because I didn't think this fic would get so big, but then it did, and Willy especially became a real character. a) because I knew he'd fall in love with Jensen too, as anyone does really and b) because I looooove the bittersweet undercover Jensen shtick where I write from other character's POV and the reader knows how wrong they're getting it but they don't *mu har har* (yeah I'm a little mean sometime. sorry?)

but in all seriousness, the Willy chapter, I'ev been working on that for months. And I kept adding things and rewriting things and trying to get it perfect even though I know that most people who read the story mostly care about Jared and Jensen (which is totally fair and understandable), but I care about him and there are a few people out there who do too (and I love you for it, so much), but with Willy, I just wante to do this /right/. I've come to love him so much, and he's come to be so important to Jensen, it felt like he and Winston really deserve their own story told even though that's kind of ridiculous because they're not real, but they're a little real to me now. All this to say, nonnie, this comment and your appreciation of Willy means so fucking much to me. And my poor alpha reader who read like four drafts of this (seriously, M. is a saint) and my beta readers who then had to beta four iterations of this. To know that this effort is appreciated this much honestly make me cry a little (I am not having the greatest time right now, so I cry easily but the point still stands. Thank you.)

This message was actually such an energy boost I'm currently trying to fix the next timestamp, lol so I'll have something to post next month. You're a true treasure, nonnie <3

#anon ask #underneath verse

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fieldsofview · 23 days

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20 Questions (for fanfic writers)

I got tagged by the absolutely lovely @sarah-sandwich Thank you!!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

17 :)

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

157,867 (2/3 of that is SMH hahaha)

3. what fandoms do you write for?

atm all my WIPs and upcoming fic ideas are Spidey related, but I used to write a lot for MLB and OL:BA (and A:TLA back on ffn in hs but we don't talk about the dark ages hahaha)

4. top five fics by kudos:

Under The Moonlight - OL:BA smutty oneshot of what should have happened after the charity ball scene 😳

Crushtomer - MLB coffee shop AU one-shot with Barista!Adrien and Overworked Uni Student!Marinette (heavily inspired by my barista days in College, when I was writing this) ☕

King Agreste - a MLB AU oneshot inspired by the Grimm fairy tale Allerleirauh "all-kinds-of-fur" 🏰

You Said You Loved Me - an MLB kwami swap identity reveal wip i never finished and probably never will sorry 😬

Spider-Man: Homesickness - My take on what the MCU Spidey's life could be like 5 years post: No Way Home and his journey into letting people back into his life and not being so alone (My CURRENT BABY and WIP that I'm ALMOST DONE WITH - it's so fucking long alskdhasasjdkhksdjhfkfh my hope is that it ends up in the no. 1 spot someday when it's complete) 🕸️

5. do you respond to comments?

So I didn't always, but nowadays I try really hard to respond to every comment thread at least, even if I don't always have the last comment on the thread. I really REALLY appreciate each and every comment and I actually often re-read them when I'm feeling insecure in my writing (is that cringe? maybe lol but it's true)

6. what is the fic your wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely The Beauty of Green. 268-word OL: BA drabble that smacks you out of nowhere in the last two sentences. I never write things that short anymore but it just worked

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A lot of my one-shots back when I was writing for MLB like 5 years ago have happy endings. I prefer more *complicated* endings now, but a genuinely happy ending can be nice too. May I present Drops in a Pond for consideration though? Not traditionally fluffy or sweet, but I like to think it's a soft and hopeful kind of ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet. I think I'm too small of a creator to get hate lol

9. do you write smut?

I've posted one smut fic before, Under the Moonlight, listed above. It's my top-rated fic so I guess I know a little of what I'm doing. OH and my side-wip I'm working on when SMH is too angsty for me is all fluff and kinky Parkner smut and I'm so excited to post that someday when SMH is fully out and done.

10. craziest crossover:

I haven't written any crossovers, unless you count pulling from marvel canon across different adaptations to make SMH (it's got Gwen and Harry and Miles even though they're not in the MCU 19999 as of now). But I used to write a lot of aus

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I would be so honored if someone did! I once had a full conversation in the comments with someone in another language by using Google Translate and that was fun!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I think my writing process would be a little too unconventional to co-write with someone unless we were trading chapters and perspectives. I go back and edit my drafts a lot as I move forward and I would be too tempted to edit their writing too, which feels mean...

14. all time favorite ship?

I LITERALLY CAN NOT PICK DO NOT DO THIS TO ME!!!!! I will be a multi-shipper until the day I die, in basically every fandom.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have an idea for a series of long fics making an MCU HS AU inspired by Degrassi, but I think it would be just too many hours and too many words that I won't ever commit to. I love a good HS AU every now and again, but I feel like a lot of people (across fandoms with hs aus tbh) write the characters as if they already have a lot of the canon quirks the characters have as adults. I would want to write them truly as their HS selves, acting like real teenagers and all the dumb shit teens do, as the reader follows along on the journey of their growing up.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I think I really like detail and trying to portray a level of reality with the characters, even in more fantastical settings. I want the character's choices and motivations to be both complex and clear to the reader, even when they're making choices that the reader disagrees with. I also think this is a skill that is more and more prevalent in my recent writing, so my earlier MLB stuff doesn't have as much of it. My OLBA stuff and now my Spidey stuff though? Yeah.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Staying motivated to finish WIPS. (This is something I've improved a lot on though and at this point, barring some kind of life-or-death calamity in my life, I will absolutely be finishing SMH. I'm literally 120k of a predicted 150k words deep and going strong sooo).

OH ALSO comedy! I'm so bad at writing funny characters and making them actually say things that are both funny and make sense. Sucks when writing Spidey cause he can be such a little shit with his sarcastic comments and each dialogue point takes me 3-5 business weeks to come up with.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I do it very rarely and only when it feels 100% necessary. I had a small bit in Spanish in ch 6 of SMH because Jeff and Rio were literally talking about Peter right in front of him and he could hear the words they were saying, even if he didn't understand them. But it was very brief.

I did it because the POV character literally didn't understand it, so it made sense to have it written out. In fics where the POV character understands what's being said, I prefer it all be written in the fic's primary language, for reader ease.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

A:TLA, like I said. That was back in the dark ages of my Junior Year of HS on my old ffn account that will never see the light of day again hahaha

20. favorite fic you've written?

Every current WIP has always been my favorite because that is what I'm thinking about. So SMH is definitely my current fave. It's my baby and I've put literally hundreds of hours into it (I keep a spreadsheet lol, it's nearly 150 hours of sheer writing, not including the early days of brainstorming and outlining.)

HOWEVER, back in the day, I was really proud of writing Answer Me and it's literally my lowest-rated fic, but I was such a fan of the genre and the Night Circus inspiration. Plus, I love Alya as a character and it was really fun to write from her perspective.

OH, and I'm still proud of Under the Moonlight because it taught me that my acespec ass can write smut and is also good at it, lol. I just have to write smut that's rooted in ~*~feelings~*~ and also has an element of humanism and imperfection. Which is the type of vibe I'm putting into my side-wip rn.

Thanks for tagging me, Sarah!

no pressure tagging: @seek--rest, @abcd-em, @missamyshay, @pbpsbff

#fic writing #fic writer ask #ao3 #foviewpoint #This was so fun!#some of these works are literally so old I'm a whole different person now #writer ask #Spider-Man: homesickness

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steves-strapcollection · 11 months

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WIP Weekend!

I was tagged back by @sidekick-hero so I'm just gonna do another post but specifically as WIP Weekend!! I am still gonna answer the requests from WIP Wednesday!! I promise!!! I just got wrapped up in 'peace of mind'

THE RULES

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

THE WIPS

Full disclosure, I'm going to be really focused on 'peace of mind' but I will still write at least 3 lines of the following WIPs if you request them!

Steve Bingo Fics (range from Rated G to E, specify ur preference if u request this)

nile (from the Strap Collection series, Rated E) Not accepting more asks for this one~*~

i'll burn that bridge when i get to it (Rated T, related to 'i could be honest, i could be human')

romcom au

askbox prompt "I don't care what they said, it doesn't mean shit!" (Rated T) not accepting requests for this one anymore this weekend either~*~

THE SNIPPET

This is from the askbox prompt, "I don't care what they said, it doesn't mean shit!"

"No offense, Steve-" Mike started with a smirk toward Will.

"Literally already deeply offended, Wheeler, so watch yourself," Steve warned darkly.

"Why would Eddie want to hang out with you?" Mike finished, and Steve tried to count backwards from 100 to stop himself from shoving the stupid punk into the ditch they were walking along. He got lost around 93, but the frustration helped distract him just as well.

"Eddie and Steve hang out all the time, asshole," Dustin barked at Mike.

"Yes! Thank you, Henderson," Steve said gratefully, grabbing the top of his capped head and shaking him lightly. Dustin grinned over his shoulder at Steve before turning to face forward again.

"Actually, I think, he hangs out with you, Dustin. Steve just happens to also be there," Lucas pointed out, and Steve cringed.

Covering up his reaction with a scoff. "C'mon, Sinclair, you're gonna team up with these assholes on this? Do I need to remind you who out of us showed up for your championship game last spring?"

"You can't keep using that to win Lucas to your side in every argument," Mike said.

"I can, and I will, and who's arguing?" Steve asked. "You said something that was incorrect, Dustin and I corrected it. No one else is arguing."

"You're literally arguing right now," Mike insisted, his voice breaking slightly.

"Am not," Steve shot back, just to see if Mike would rise to it.

"Are too!" Mike shouted, rising to it. When Steve just smirked at him, Mike deflated and pouted. Then he said, "Whatever, Steve. You can think Eddie's hanging out with you if you want, but it's not like you even have the same interests and you can't even keep up with us-"

"That's 'cos you're a bunch of dorky little geniuses, shithead," Steve interrupted.

"And Eddie isn't?" Dustin asked, and Steve stared at him, mouth agape.

"Henderson, are you actually betraying me here?" he asked, and he was surprised to feel actual hurt at that.

Dustin grimaced. "Lucas kinda had a point, Steve. Has Eddie ever invited just you over to his place before?" he asked, and when Steve didn't answer right away, Dustin grimaced again.

"Eddie doesn't like jocks," Mike supplied after a minute and when Lucas protested, Mike snickered and added, "Dumb jocks, sorry."

All of the boys broke into laughter at the joke, and honestly Steve probably would've laughed along with them or jokingly threatened violence on them normally. It wasn't even close to the meanest thing Mike had said about him. But at that moment, he was mulling over every interaction he had with Eddie, searching for a single moment that it had just been the two of them. He was coming up blank, and that just made his mood even more sour.

THE (NO PRESSURE) TAGS

@patchworkgargoyle, @scarcrossdlvrs, @sunflowerharrington, @stobinesque, @matchingbatbites, @afewproblems, @inairbinad, @scoops-stevie, @corrodedbisexual, @starryeyedjanai, @legitcookie, @spicysix, @thefreakandthehair, @pizzaqueen, @steddieas-shegoes, @nburkhardt

#wip weekend

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doodledrawreblogs · 4 months

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @urmomsonfire thanks kale!! sorry it took so long but I am now using this as a way to procrastinate thinking about my exam later alsfjkdgsd

1. how many works do you have on Ao3? currently 23!! and counting if I ever edit the two I finished during nanowrimo

2. what's your total Ao3 word count? 140,348 (this is such a cool stat that I didn't know existed!!)

3. what fandoms do you write for? I've published fic for Top Gun, Ted Lasso, Star Wars, and I have a Mission Impossible fic in the drafts ;))

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy (G, icemav, 18k) - 2,979 kudos

I fought with you, fought on your side (G, icemav + daggers, 20k) - 1,683 kudos

for here I am sitting in my tin can (strike him down) (G, icemav, 7k) - 964 kudos

and ease my mind (G, icemav, 533) - 947 kudos

so put me where I belong (G, mavdad, 3k) - 853 kudos

5. do you respond to comments? I try so hard to reply to comments, especially when fics are first published, and when I remember later I try to get back and reply to any new ones!! often I forget (and trust me when I say there's a graveyard of Ao3 new comment emails in my inbox), but every comment really does mean a lot to me and I'm very grateful that anyone would be so willing to share their enjoyment of a fic that way!! so thank you if you have commented :D

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Honestly, I don't think any of them have had an angsty ending lol. Angsty middle, maybe, but I can't leave any fic on a sad note haha

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? ooo honestly I think it might be "I'm getting old and I need something to rely on", because it really is the one where icemav had to WORK for their happy ending....sort of slkfjdg

8. Do you get hate on fics? I don't think I have? at least not where I can see it haha

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? nope, I can't do it lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? heck yeah!! currently working on an icemav star wars one that's making me very happy :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't...think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes, I have! one of my earlier star wars ones was translated, that was really nice of them :D

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nothing that's seen the light of day pfff but I have worked on ideas with friends before!!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? all-time??? I don't know if I've been shipping things long enough to have an all-time fav lol. In terms of ships I often go back to: elizabeth/darcy, icemav (obviously), codywan

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? the dagger san diego zoo field trip. It's been in my drafts since early summer '22 and....it's still there lol

16. What are your writing strengths? uhhhhhhhh I honestly have no idea. Rule of threes maybe? I love doing sentences that end with x, y, z. And I think I'm good at writing banter

17. What are your writing weaknesses? metaphors, I think? Sometimes they just happen though idk

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'd only feel right doing it if it was a language I knew well or had a consultant, I guess?

19. First fandom you wrote for? percy jackson lol

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Again, idk if I can have an all-time fav, but as for recent fic: good old-fashioned lover boy has a special place in my heart, and so does my macheresin hockey fic: and you're right here :D

no pressure tagging @adiduck @goddammitjim @starrybouquet @enthyrea @oathkeeperoxas @boasamishipper :D

#tag game #my writing

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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hi K, i know your requests are closed and i'm absolutely not asking you to answer to this if you don't want to or don't feel like doing it, but I have this kinda switch!ransom - soft dom!/mommy!reader thot in my head since two days and I can't ignore it anymore so I had to submit it to you cause you are so good at writing him <3.

so, here's the scenario -> you have been away on a business trip, but now you're at home, hoping to relax after such a tiring week. As soon as you get closer to the bedroom, your ears are greeted with little noises and groans, but the best is yet to come. When you open the door in front of you, Ransom is on your shared bed, wearing only a grey t-shirt and white boxers and humping your pillow.

"O-Oh fuck Mommy, pleasepleaseplease make me cum a-aah- I need it so bad"

He's so deep in his fantasy that doesn't notice you getting closer and closer to him, until you put your hand on his shoulder and his head turns to you. A shade of red covers his face and you can't do anything but smirk.

"Now, isn't this a hell of a welcome home? What were you doing Ran, huh?"

His eyes are wide open. He expected you to come home today but not in the early afternoon. "I've been good honey, but I was missing you s'much and- Nevermind.." You can feel he's nervous, so you try to make him say the sentence he hasn't finished. "What's wrong, baby? You can tell me, you know"

He whimpers, and Ransom Drysdale doesn't whimper for anyone except you. "I tried to make myself cum for the last two hours but I- I cant without you Mommy...please come here because it hurts so much" He lays back on the bed and his arousal is more than visible.

Seeing that you didn't move, he grabs you by the hips and makes you sit on him. "If i'm not wrong, i asked you to do something. Now, make Daddy feel good and i'll give you a reward for your hard work." You laugh out loud, causing an irritated expression on his face. "You really think you can be Daddy when you were just humping my pillow five minutes ago and couldn't even make yourself cum? You're ridiculous Ransom. Now, wait on the bed like a good boy and Mommy will make you feel so good, m'kay?"

His face softens and he sits again on the bed, famous pillow returns between his legs. You go to the bathroom taking your sweet time to change into his fave blue lingerie set while you hear little noises and whimpers of "Mommy.." Oh god, this guy will be your undoing.

As soon as he sees you, he shuts his mouth and just begs you with his eyes. "Hi baby"

"Hi mommy, I- I'm sorry for-"

"Shhh, sweet baby, Mommy's not angry. Now, be a good boy and make mommy cum with your fingers; after i'll ride you and then we'll have a nice bath together before cuddling and eating those biscuits you like so much."

"It's perfect Mommy, I- I love you so fucking much"

"I love you too Ran, now get to work m'kay?"

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Thanks if you will take a minute even just to read this.

🩰 anon

This is a whole dang fic and I love it 😄😈

The fact that he tried to be Daddy after begging like that 😹

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Didn't Have the Heart (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6: Sorry to Interrupt

Hooooo! Yeah, I know, I'm late as fuck... But I'm writing a 4 fics so be patient with me please XDDDD Anyways... Happy holidays people!!! Here's my gift to you. Common, 6 out of 10 chapters... Only three to go (Next one will be hilarious... Last two will have smut) so stay tuned!! Hope you like it!!

Summary: After calling him drunk in the middle of the night, and cursing him for stopping her first kiss with Kaidan, Shepard finally goes to speak with Joker the morning after the party is over.

Words: 5012 Rating: Teens and up Warnings: language and drinking

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Shepard power walks to the elevator, their last conversation still echoing in her head as she gets into it.

I guess I deserve it… For deciding to have a human as my best friend.

Garrus’ words linger in her ears only for a moment, but they are powerful enough to torture her in an endless loop of pain and sorrow.

…as my best friend.

She shakes her head, in an attempt to get rid of the memory, but she only manages to invite one more to make it company.

Oh, come on Dee! You don’t fool anyone... You love me and you know it!

Shepard rests her back against the wall, concentrates on her breathing and then, as the elevator door closes, she proceeds to number the seconds she spends in there, focusing on deep inhales and exhales while her heartbeat slows down along with the countdown, a technique she’s been perfecting for half her life now.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

And she gets to the main deck.

The door opens and the noises coming from outside the elevator start to bring her back to reality.

“Stepping out?”

The sudden appearance of the young comm specialist speeds the process even more, managing to muffle all the feelings and memories instantly, thanks to the unexpected encounter.

“Erm, yes.” She confirms, while switching places with her. “I’m going to the bridge, before I change my mind…”

“What?”

“Don’t mind me, Traynor.” Shepard quickly parries, changing the topic of the conversation before anything else slips out of her mouth. “How about you? Taking a well deserved rest?”

“Yes!” She replies with excitement, completely forgetting about everything else. "Gonna see if anyone wants to play a game of chess…”

The doors of the elevator start to close, but Samantha quickly moves her hand to keep them open a little longer.

“Maybe… Care to join me later?” She asks in a half-begging tone of voice, excited to see Shepard taking interest in her. “I’ll let you play white… I won’t even try to win.”

Shepard gives her a tired smile before answering.

“As much as I’d like to take my revenge, I’m gonna have to decline the offer.” She replies, completely unaware of the pain that her words are inflicting. “Duty calls. You know, the less glamorous part of the job.”

She laughs a little at her own comment, before seeing the expression on her friend’s face, causing her to question her own sentences, to see if there was something offensive in them.

After scouting their short conversation, and not finding anything that stands out, she decides to keep talking in order to see if that will cheer her up.

“Perhaps another time?” Shepard inquires, making her smile a little. “Next time we’re on leave, eh?” She adds to the deal. “You can even try to win.”

Her words warm Samantha’s heart, who accepts her offer without a second thought.

“Well then, Imma search for someone to train with.” She adds before the doors start to close again. “Not that I need it though.”

“Right, we’ll see who has the last laugh.”

This time around Samantha doesn’t stop the elevator and, after saying goodbye with a quick smile, she heads to the crew deck, leaving Shepard behind who, after taking a pause to add ‘chess training’ in the to do list of her omni-tool, resumes her path and heads to the bridge of the Normandy.

Once she’s on the threshold she stops for a second before stepping in, hesitating if she should really talk to Joker at all. However, the decision it's made for her before she has the time to choose her next step.

“Hello Shepard.” EDI greets her, turning her chair to look at her. “I’ve been meaning to ask you… Would you grant me permission to scan you?”

She stares at the IA, with a confused look on her face, frowning her eyebrows for a couple of seconds as she attempts to collect her own thoughts.

“Why..?” It’s the only thing she’s able to answer or, better said, to ask.

“Jeff said humans do not enjoy being tested without consent…”

“No…” Shepard cuts her, a little too afraid to ask how the two of them got into that conversation in the first place. “I mean why do you want to scan me.”

“Ah, of course. I’m only curious.”

“You’re… Curious?” She asks EDI, finding it hard to believe that the IA is able to develop this kind of behavior.

“In reality it’s more complex than that. A compilation of subroutines and methods that link to a pre-programed system whose only function is to encourage me to seek out different and or new procedures to learn more about organics lifeforms… ‘Curious’ is just the simplified term I use so that it is more relatable to the receptor end of these kinds of conversations.”

“Translation,” Joker says right away, “it’s her way of lowering herself to talk to us, filthy humans.”

He laughs at his own comment, but not for long, quickly overtaken by EDI’s comeback.

“Only so that I can overrule you more efficiently, Jeff...”

“What are you teaching her, Joker?” Shepard sighs and shakes her head a couple of times. “You’re a terrible influence, you know that?.”

“I do my best.” He replies, while turning his chair around to face her, with a triumphant smile on his face. “Speaking of bad influences…”

She groans and rubs her temples a couple of times.

“By the way you look… I’m assuming you spent last evening with mr. Vega?”

“Ufff… Don’t remind me of it please.” Her stomach grumbles as she says this, asking for some food to counter the insane amount of alcohol she got into her system the previous night. “I’m assuming this is what you were curious about, EDI?”

“Yes.” She instantly confirms. “There aren't many records of humans surviving after drinking ryncol. Nor where they manage to keep consuming alcohol right after… And less along with the ability to keep up with this pattern for hours after its ingestion.”

“You were drinking ryncol!?” Joker asks her, basically confirming the thesis of EDI’s statement.

“Of course I drinked ryncol...” Shepard replies, faking to be offended. “Do you know me at all?”

"I...” Laughing is the only thing Joker is able to do, and now is his turn to shake his head for a few seconds in disbelief.

In the meantime, EDI assumes that Shepard’s initial reaction to her question is enough to grant her all the permission she needs.

So, without further consent, she proceeds to take her scan while Joker keeps trying to understand everything going on, adding this commotion to the hundred of confused thoughts he gathered the previous night, when Shepard called him extremely drunk, while replaying the whole conversation in his head.

The sound of his omnitool beeping scared him at the beginning.

He hardly ever gets calls by a private channel, let alone by Shepard, so his reaction when he saw her name blinking in an orangy tone across his arm really surprised him, to say the least.

“Hey Commander.” He greeted her with care, wondering what she had to discuss that couldn’t go through the usual comm system of the ship.

“Hey...” She laughed for a second, and then, out of the blue, she stopped dry, allowing a strange silence to build between them. “How could you?” She finally asked.

“What?” To say he was confused falls short to explain what the pilot felt in that precise moment. “Everything okay, Shep?”

“No… Everything it’s not ok… okay.” He heard a little bit of rumble and a short hiccup before she gave it a second attempt and finally managed to finish her sentence. ”Not okay.”

“Wait, Shepard… Are you drunk?” He said in return, still not truly believing what was happening.

“Kinda… Don’t change the subject you… You know, right? What you did… Back, in the first Normandy.”

“I…” Joker fell silent, not knowing what to do, until a quick wave of realization hit him and made him regain his ability to speak. “I… I’m sorry, Shepard. I am. Truly.”

His voice quivered, which made him stop for a second in order to clear his throat, getting the needed time to understand what she was really talking about.

“Maybe we should talk about it in a more private environment, and not with you… Well, drunk.”

Everything started to make sense in his head: the private call, why she only had the guts to tell him after a few drinks… So, despite his hesitation, he sighed and got ready to speak again.

“But… You’re right, and I’m sorry Shepard. I… I should’ve left… It’s my fault.” He made another pause. “It’s my fault that you...”

Shepard cut him right away, derailing Joker of his line of thought to hit him with the simple and way less serious reality of what was truly happening.

“That!? Oh no… That’s shit that happens… No. I’m talking about you totally cockblocking me the first time I was going to hook up with Kaidan.”

“Wait, what the fuck?” A strong noise blasted through the call, scaring him a little before realizing that what he was hearing was the combined laughter of a few people, recognizing James’ among them.

“Ay… You wer…” He hears in the distance through his omnitool, still too shocked to say anything.

“Oh that’s awesome… You should go and get your revenge Shep.” He overheard Garrus saying between snorts before he actually managed to intervene.

“What the hell is happening ther…” It’s all he got to say before the call broke apart, leaving the poor Joker even more confused, if possible.

“Thank you, Commander.” Joker overhears EDI while his mind returns slowly to the present.

“You’re welcome, I guess…”

“So,” he interrupts, after putting all his ideas in order, starting to assemble all the pieces of the puzzle back together, “are you going to tell me what happened yesterday or I’m gonna have to force it out of you?”

“Like you’d be able.” He smiles at her comment and, after combing her hair backwards, she does the same, taking a moment before finishing her sentence. “But don't worry, you won’t have to…”

“No?”

“Nah… I kinda came here to explain myself. How am I doing so far?”

“Not bad… For a normal human being.” He replies, stopping to think about it for a second. “Explendid, terrific even, if we use your usual instinctive behavior as a guideline.”

“Right… Yeah…”

She’s unable to deny his last statement, so she just agrees and smiles at him, taking a deep breath before she goes into the thick of it, getting ready for what’s to come.

“Where should I start?” Shepard asks, talking more with herself than with the rest of the people in the room.

“I think you should do it as a band-aid, Shepard. Quick and painful.”

She laughs at his comments and nods her head a couple times, agreeing with him.

“Good idea.”

“I’m ready whenever you are.” Joker tells her, talking a bit faster than usual, full of expectation and overall curiosity.

“Okay then… Band-aid time.” She smiles again before taking one last deep breath. This time around, she thinks she’s gonna definitely need it.

“So the thing is…”

But she doesn’t.

She stops talking, almost as a reflex of her usual behavior.

“Sorry… Let me try again.”

Joker nods, and she gives it another try.

“We were just… Erm…”

He looks at her with incredulity, a part of him finding it hard to believe that this woman in front of him, who is used to all kinds of crazy and impossible things, is unable to talk about anything related to her feelings or personal life without having difficulties to get the job done.

“Yeah?” He asks her, with a mischievous tone in his voice.

“Just…” She stops trying for a second and grunts, annoyed both at herself and the pilot. “You are enjoying this, right?”

“Call me crazy, Shepard. But I do prefer to see you struggling to function than to witness a threatening call at 2 a.m while, apparently, completely drunk on ryncol. Which still amazes me, by the way.”

“Hm…” She gives him a dry laugh. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that… That’s kinda why I’m here.”

“What on earth happened yesterday, Shepard?”

“Ahh…” She sighs before finally surrendering. “I found Vega, Garrus and Kaidan ultra drunk, playing some stupid game and, against my better judgment, they somehow managed to convince me to join them… So yeah…”

Her stomach grumbles a second time, being the only thing that fills in the silence that conquers the room for what almost seems like an endless half a minute.

“I see…” He finally says, after processing it all. “Well… I cannot say that I don’t know what that’s like. I’ve been a victim of mr. Vega’s power of persuasion before, and I have my wallet as a witness to prove it, so I kinda get you Shep. Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles at her, trying to ease her worries.

“Okay then… I’m glad we’ve been able to… Clarify that.”

Shepard is about to turn and walk away but she isn’t fast enough to avoid the topic Joker’s been dying to discuss since the moment he got that call.

“Did I really interrupt you and Kaidan back on the good old days?” He asks, trying his best to tame the big grin forming on his face.

“Argg..” She grunts again and sighs. “I was hoping you would let me get away without talking about that…”

“Yeah right!” Joker snorts. “Do you know me at all?”

Shepard starts laughing, amused by the way her friend has been able to turn her own comment against her.

“Right.” She replies, finally giving up and accepting her reality. “Yeah, that truly happened… Great timing, by the way.” She adds, with a faint smile. “But then again, what’s new about that?”

“My survival instinct is telling me to nod and just ignore your last comment as a whole.”

“Well… It had to kick in sooner or later, Joker.”

Just as it was all silence only moments ago, now the room fills with laughter all of a sudden, with the two friends enjoying each other's comment for what seems the shortest minute of their lives.

“If it serves you for something…” He finally adds after calming down. “Sorry for the interruption.”

“Oh, gee… Thanks Joker.” She replies, still not truly believing that really happened, even after three years of general madness. “It’s okay, though, it was the alcohol talking… I’ve never really wanted to kill you, it was just a form of speech.”

“Sorry, what!?”

Shepard breaks into laughter.

“Ah, true… You didn’t… Well, don’t worry about it.”

She pats his seat a couple of times and nods, with a big smile on her face, and turns around to walk away.

“So… Are you planning to get back on that train, Shep?”

Shepard stops dry and turns once again, looking at her friend with a confused look on her face.

“What train?” She asks, completely unaware of what it’s about to hit her.

“You know… The Kaidan Alenko train.” Joker laughs on the inside at the thought of his next comment, getting ready to execute the gesture that accompanies it. “Next stop: Disappointment and desertion. Chuuu, chuuu~~”

If looks could kill, Joker would drop dead even before lowering the arm he just used to mimic the train’s whistle. Nevertheless, and luckily for him, Shepard somehow manages to tame all her emotions into a simple question.

“I’m getting you aren’t fond of the Major, Jeff?”

There isn’t any hint of anger or resentment in her statement, but he knows, just by the mere mention of his name, that her true feelings about the whole situation are way different to the ones he supposed she would have at the beginning.

Joker stares at her for a couple of seconds, thinking about her question, and feeling somehow sorry that she hasn’t taken his comment as he expected, fearing to have wounded his friend when he only wanted to make a joke in the form of a sarcastic comment.

“Look, I have nothing against Kaidan.” He finally says, looking around the room for a couple of seconds before returning his eyes to her. “In fact, we are old friends… He’s even helping me with my poker struggles…”

He laughs a little, letting some of the tension vanish away from his body.

“What I’m not fond about… Is what I saw a year ago. That’s all”

Shepard is quiet the whole time, listening to him. Afterall, this is not her first time having to endure this type of speech from some of her friends so, as Joker keeps talking, she just stays silent, patiently putting together the same list of arguments she’s used on what seem like countless occasions by now.

“I know we weren’t in the position to throw parties but I mean… Holy shit, Shepard. And…”

He makes a pause there.

She can tell he’s thinking about whether he should continue talking, which surprises her a little, being used to his way of behaving without giving anything a second thought, despite how serious the given situation was.

“You… You were devastated, and I think…” He takes another second there. “I think you know… Kaidan is not gonna change. He’s always going to put the Alliance before you.”

She smiles for a moment.

That’s a new one. She thinks before answering him. “I’m not asking him to do it.”

“I just…” He sighs, examining her calmness, trying to process her mood and her words. “I just want you to be careful… That’s all.”

Shepard stares at Joker for a while, furrowing her brows, trying to take the hidden message behind his words but, after a few seconds, she relaxes, gifting his friend a sweet and honest smirk.

“Okay…” She replies, smiling even more. “And thanks, by the way.”

“For what?”

“For worrying…”

“Shut up.”

He is the one smiling now, still not truly believing the outcome of their conversation, replaying everything in his head as quickly as he’s able to see if he’s missed something along the way.

“EDI, would you let me speak with Joker for a minute? Alone.”

“My platform only serves as a…”

“Yeah. I know, I know. You’re everywhere.” She laughs at her own comment befroe continuing. “You’re going to hear us even if your body isn’t here… I’m aware of that. But, I don’t know.... We humans… Tend to feel more comfortable in smaller groups, I guess.”

“I see. Let me add that to my database.” She stands up from her usual seat and nods. “I’ll give you some room, Commander.”

“Thanks, EDI.”

“Oh. And allow me to wish you and Major Alenko the best.”

“Wait… So it’s true, then. You and Kaidan are a thing.”

Shepard nods. He turns to look at EDI.

“And you already knew, didn’t you?”

“Of course I knew, Jeff. After all, I’m everywhere.” She gives him a faint smile. “I’ll let you talk about it.”

While Joker looks at her walking away, marveled and a bit hypnotized by the wit of her comeback, Shepard takes the opportunity to sit down on her seat and give the imminent conversation a more casual tone.

“So… Kaidan, then. That’s what you wanted to talk about?” He laughs a little, turning his chair to face her. “Are you aware this gives me endless ammo to tease both you and the major?”

“Yeah…” She sighs and smiles as she leans backwards a little, getting comfortable on her seat. “I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.”

“You think so little of my skills, Shepard?”

She starts laughing right away, which instantly makes him smile, glad to see her this relaxed for what seems like the first time in forever.

“Please, Joker… Yup, you’re a complete pain in the ass sometimes…” She says, still laughing, making a pause to readjust her posture and sit indian style. “But, I mean… Good luck with coming up with something better than Vega.”

“He knows?”

“Yeah… That’s what yesterday’s fuss was about.” Shepard sighs while using both hands to comb hair backwards, still struggling to understand everything that happened the previous night. “ Basically, Garrus and James got Kaidan drunk just to get info out of him and I got caught in the eye of the hurricane, sort of speak… And, well… As you witnessed, things went wild. Ayyy… I still can't believe they managed to convince me… ”

“I can’t even picture it, if we’re being real here.” He adds in between laughter. “How did that happen?”

“Erm… To be honest…” She takes a second. “I was horny and thirsty.” Joker almost chokes at her comment, too shocked to know how to laugh but too amused to remember how to keep breathing. “And those two morons made Kaidan drink too much to be able to take care of the first thing… So, I decided to take care of the second one on my own and, subsequently, I started drinking…”

“...” He stares at her, not wanting to interrupt her, now that she’s finally talking, and also, not knowing what else he could add to improve on that statement that she hasn’t said already.

“... And the drinking led to more drinking, and the more drinking turned into a stupid game, that I totally won, by the way, and then… Then… Well, let's just say that you’re not the first in my apology round today.”

“Called more people last night?”

“Nah, said some strong stuff to the dynamic duo in order to make them run away.”

“Wow… You’re a force of nature when you drink, Shepard.”

“Well… They deserved it. But yeah… It was a bit out of line even if they…”

“They what?” He asks, very curious about the whole thing. “What did they do to piss you off?”

“The same fucking thing you did three years ago…” Shepard snorts. “Jee, I swear… I don’t ask for much in this life, but it would be nice if you guys didn’t try to meddle in mine every time I have the slightest intention of banging Alenko.”

The sound that comes out of Joker after hearing that is almost indescribable. A mix between cough, laughter and choking on equal parts at the beginning that, after a few seconds of these three battling one another, leaves room to crown the second one as the winner, leading the poor pilot into what seems like an endless stream of snorts, chuckles and giggles.

“Shep, you cannot do these things to me.” He says, once he’s able to speak again, resting his right hand on top of his chest and losing sight of the vast space for a second. “You’re gonna make me break a rib or something.”

“You asked…” She adds with a big smile on her face, giving him time to compose himself.

“And here I was, thinking my survival instincts were finally working…”

“I wouldn’t be you, then.”

Shepard stands up and walks to his seat, resting part of her weight on his chair while staring in the opposite direction he’s looking at.

“Thanks, Commander… I needed something like this.” He tells her once she’s near, leaning a little to be even closer. “And sorry again for… Interrupting you.”

“It’s okay… Makes for a good story, at least.”

“Right.”

Shepard smiles one last time and takes a couple of steps, ready to walk away, but something inside her stops her at the threshold and keeps her from using her usual tactics.

She waits frozen for a couple of seconds, getting lost in her train of thoughts, which isn’t new to her.

Something inside her body, that she’s recently located near her chest, has been trying to fight against her brain and, for weeks now, maybe months, every time she attempts to ignore her problems, avoid a difficult topic or run away from her past, she’s been noticing a strange force that keeps pulling from her heart, desperately trying to make her stay and face it all.

This time around, she isn’t surprised by its appearance, but by the fact that she’s starting to listen to it .

And now, against all odds, before her brain is able to yell at her to walk away, her body takes a life of its own and turns around, walking all the way back next to Joker, who turns his head to look at her, surprised to see her, once again, standing by his side.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… I’m okay. I mean…”

“Having everything in consideration and all that kind of stuff?”

“That, yeah.” She gives him a nervous smile, all of her body getting ready for what she wants to tell him. “I am okay but… You were right before… I didn’t use to… Not a year ago.”

His smile disappears from his face and he just stares at her, afraid she will stop talking if he does any sudden movement.

“But you were also wrong, Alenko didn’t have anything to do with it…” She thinks about it for a second before rectifying her statement. “Well, maybe a little but not the way you imagine…”

She sighs, starting to get a little bit mad at herself.

Communicating her feelings, even on the more basic forms of expression, has always felt complicated to her. So this attempt to share something that any normal person would struggle with, is slowly eating her up.

Nevertheless, she decides to go all in and keep going forwards, resolved to finish what she wants to say.

“Well, nevermind Kaidan right now… That’s not what I was trying to say.”

Joker smiles at her a little and nods, doing his best to support her without using words.

“I was trying to say that, the real reason why I was so miserable, to the point where I nearly drunk myself into my bed almost every night for a year, is… Because…”

She shakes her head a couple of times and takes a deep breath.

The tension builds around them for an eternity.

And then she says it.

“Cerberus.”

He keeps looking at her in silence, but his mouth drops open a little, starting to rearrange the pieces of a puzzle that he thought was already completed.

“All of it… Because of Cerberus. And… I’m not gonna add more than that, cause, to be completely honest, I don’t think I’m physically able right now, but… ” She laughs, relaxing a little, now that the worst part is over. “You’ve read my story, you’ll be able to fill in some of the blancs on your own…”

“...”

“So, yeah…”

“...”

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” She half asks half screams at him when he doesn’t answer, not knowing what else to do or say.

“I’m struggling a bit here, Shepard. How am I supposed to follow that?” He chuckles a little and sighs. “I’m not used to getting this serious, you know?”

“Well, welcome aboard the emotionally damaged train.” She says without losing a second, as a rogue smile appears on her face. “Next stop: avoidance and sarcastic comments.”

The train comment gets now, provided by the pilot, the laughter that Joker was expecting to receive the first time around, lasting even longer than he could have ever imagined.

“You should’ve done the chu chu sound too, Shep.” He states between giggles, quickly transforming her smirk into a big laugh too.

“You told me you didn’t want to break a rib so… Make up your mind.”

“Right. You’re right, Shepard, as always.” He agrees with her while clearing a tear of his eye. “And about Kaidan…”

She gives him a soft pat on the shoulder and smiles at him.

“Yeah?”

“I’d say you seem quite happy…”

“I am happy.”

“Then… So am I.” He laughs a little. “Glad you cleared things up, by the way, I always thought… Well, nevermind. I was wrong… Never been so happy to be so.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool…” She nods and smiles one last time. “Now that’s out of the way I wa…”

“You want me to keep it to myself?”

“Well, I…” Shepard laughs a little. “I was actually going to ask you to head to quarian space, God knows I cannot delay that shitshow any longer… But that would be nice too.”

“Ha, you got it… Both things.”

“Thanks.”

She starts walking away, one more time. And, one more time, she’s stopped at the threshold. Not by her body, on this occasion, but by Joker, who, still looking into the endless universe, takes this opportunity to say something she wasn’t expecting to hear, especially from him.

“No, thank you.” He says, in a softer tone than his usual one. “I know it wasn’t easy and… Despite the fact that I seem like I don’t appreciate the effort, I truly do… So, whenever you need it…”

“Joker…”

He gives her a sincere and pure smile before continuing, shrugging at the same time.

“I know, I know. I’m not the easiest person to talk to but… I’ll do my best.”

She replies with one of her own.

“Good to know… And same here, If you ever want to. You know that, right?”

“Sure.”

“So if you ever wanna talk…”

Shepard gives him a final pad on the shoulder to say goodbye, deepening her smile even more in order to seal their whole conversation, ready for it to come to an end and go back to the real world.

“Just make sure it isn’t in a moment where EDI says I’m not available, okay Jeff?”

He starts laughing yet again, giving her a nod as a goodbye, unable to put it into words.

He is still giggling when she starts to walk away, heading back to carry on with her duties, but he’s somehow able to half scream a final answer so that she can overhear it through all the noise coming from the main deck.

“Well, let’s hope my survival instinct kicks in if that ever happens.”

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Yaaaaaay~~ Wrote some of this half drunk after a christmas dinner so I apologize if something doesn't make sense. I'm so excited and terrified to write the next one (not to give away too much but the premise is: Traynor, Vega and Kaidan in the same room... With her complaining bout the fact that she has a major crash and doesn't know how to tell her) As I told you... This one is going to be fun. Okay then, thanks for all (and for reading this XDDD) see you on the next one!! ~~tea

#mass effect #commander shepard #kaidan alenko #shenko #shepard x kaidan #fshenko #mass effect 3 #femshep x kaidan #fanfic

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honeycombstrawberry · 2 years

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in your arms tonight

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: t+

word count: 2,161

one-sentence synopsis: five different ways adrian picks you up and holds you.

author's note: okay look. look i was originally just going to post a thought i had about adrian carrying you. then i was gonna post it with a gif i found. then i decided to write a 5 parter and find gifs for every part but it would just be a headcanon thread on tumblr. now it's this entire 2k fic that's mostly just small moments and also gif references for each section (sorry they're not all faceless/aesthetic!). i'm so sorry i don't know what happened i wrote this entirely on my phone while exhausted and stoned at 9pm

read on ao3!

"Ow, shit," you curse from the ground, examining your ankle. It's really not that bad, barely a twist, but it hurts like a motherfucker.

Adrian comes sprinting up to your side, tearing his mask off his face. He kneels at your side, says, "Fuck, I'm so sorry— I'm so, so sorry—"

"What're you sorry for?" you ask him, pushing to sit up properly. You shift to get your leg in front of you, reaching to roll your sock down so you can actually inspect the joint of your ankle. "It wasn't your fault I fell down the fucking hill."

"I didn't catch you," Adrian says, his voice so genuinely upset that you glance upwards with a furrowed brow.

He seems like he's actually blaming himself for this, and you frown slightly. "You were too far away to catch me, Adrian. Besides," you remind him, returning your attention downwards, "It was my stupid mistake."

Adrian crouches down beside you. He reaches with his gloved hands for your ankle. His touch is a little too rough, at first, and you suck a pained breath in through your teeth. He makes a face, then gentle his touch, trying again. This time, you can see his determination not to hurt you as he tenderly takes your ankle between his hands, rolling it slightly to feel for damage.

"I think you'll be okay," Adrian says.

"If this had been you, you'd already be running again," you point out. Adrian scoffs. "Well, you would."

"That's beside the point." Adrian shifts and says, "Brace yourself, babe," and gets his arms under you.

You grit your teeth, and he scoops you up, fixing one arm beneath your legs, another under your back. You push your head into his chest, breathing through the pain as you adjust to the position you have in his arms. You feel safe here, held, and you bring your arms up around his throat, pressed close to him.

"I'll bring you back to Chris'," Adrian says, already navigating you back through the maze of broken shit they keep in the woods. "He's got ice and stuff there."

You drop your head down again, clinging close, letting him carry you out.

ii.

Adrian has been gone for a few days when you hear the front door open and close a little before noon.

You lift your head, already pushing to stand, excited. You've been waiting for him to get back; you've missed him horribly while he was on his op. It's not enough to just see him through your video calls on your phones. You need him here, with you.

The sounds of Adrian jogging through the house are obvious, and you rush to find him. You meet each other across the kitchen, eyes connecting from other sides of the room.

"Hey," you breathe. You can feel an electric zing zap down your spine just for seeing him again, here, in the flesh.

Adrian's already running at you, crouching just before he gets to you so he can get his hands under your thighs, scooping you up into his arms. You move automatically, wrapping your legs around his waist, tight around his hips. You can't help drawing him in, hands firm on him, tugging him into a rough kiss.

He shoves you backwards, hands threading up beneath your shirt to trace over the bare skin of your back as he pushes you up into the wall. The blaze of his warm skin has you melting into him.

"Fuck," you murmur, "I missed you so fucking much."

Adrian drags his mouth down, kissing along your jaw, down your throat, biting into your lip, sucking a bruise into the soft skin he finds.

"Same," he gasps out against your flesh. He can't stop pushing into you, desperate hands tearing at you, desperate to have you higher, closer, harder, firmer, now—

iii.

You sigh, staring tiredly out the car window into headquarters. The rest of the 11th Street Kids are already heading inside, but you haven't moved from your spot inside the car you'd all driven here in. You're just so exhausted.

Adrian turns to his side, halfway through saying something, then realizes you're not there. You watch with a small smile as he looks around, confused. His head whips around before he spots you in the car still; he tilts slightly to the side, bewildered, then jogs back over to the car.

For a moment, you just stare up at him. Then, you reach to push the button to let the window roll down.

Adrian leans in the open window. "Hey, there."

"Hi," you reply, letting your head fall back against the headrest.

Neither of you speak, for a beat, as Adrian waits for you to continue. When it becomes clear you're done speaking, he lets his legs spread a bit, halfway to the splits so he can shuffle his way down to propping his chin up on his folded arms in the open window.

Observing you with a tilted head, Adrian asks, "You okay?"

You nod sleepily. You're about to answer, but you're cut off by a yawn. You cover your face with your hands, scrubbing at your eyes.

"Aww," Adrian coos. You absently brush at him, but he avoids your hands, ducking in to drag his cheek along yours, rubbing his face into yours. You sigh, smiling, leaning into him. "You sleepy?"

You nod, tipping into him.

"Here," he says. "Lemme help."

He stands upright again, reaching through the open window to open the car door from the inside. Hauling it open, he shuts the window for you, then examines you.

After a moment, he turns and takes a knee.

You don't move, bewildered, watching him kneel down beside the car.

He twists backwards, looking over his shoulder, then reaches to pat his own back. "C'mon, hop on, let's go. Train's leaving the station."

"No, you don't have to—" you start to protest.

"Just come on," Adrian repeats. When you hesitate, he assures you, "I want to," then pats at his own shoulder again.

Hesitantly, you do as he says, moving your sluggish limbs to wrap around him from behind. He wraps his hands under your legs, hoisting you up easily onto his back, as if you weigh nothing at all.

You bury your face in his throat, yawning again as you manage to move your tired limbs to wrap around Adrian everywhere you can reach.

He twists to kiss your cheek, pushing to stand. When he kicks the car door shut behind himself, he doesn't even displace you, keeping you easily in place on his back. You smile, letting your eyes close. It's been a long fucking couple of weeks on this mission; you're tired.

Adrian carries you inside without a comment. When you're in, you hear Chris ask, "What is—" before Adrian shushes him to tell him you're sleeping. You smile again, pushing in closer and tighter to him.I've.

iv.

Adrian's scream of your name echoes through the alleyway you're all in, resonating around all of you in surround sound—

—except you.

You were just attacked from behind when you weren't expecting it, already engaged in battle with three different people in front of you. You hadn't noticed the fourth person coming up behind you, knocking you out flat unconscious, letting your body slump down to the ground, limp, weakened.

He doesn't know what's just happened. The 11th Street Kids were outnumbered; everyone had been in their own fights. When he sees you go down, he's halfway through his own altercation, but everything shifts when he sees what happened to you.

It sounds like your name is still echoing in the alley in his voice as he pulls a sword off his back and brings it swinging through the men he's fighting with. Everyone else in the alley goes down in a matter of minutes, their end met by Adrian's blade.

When nobody is left breathing, he doesn't even hesitate. The rest of the alley, the bodies in it, even the other 11th Street Kids— they all fade into the background, nothing more than a haze and white noise.

He rushes past them all to get to you, to where you're laying in an unconscious heap on the dirty ground. For a moment, his hands just hover over you, unsure what to do.

Then, he's tearing his mask off, using his teeth to bite his gloves off. He drops down, gathers you close, turning you onto your back so he can pull you into his lap. He checks for your pulse, exhaling a shaky rush of shuddering relief when he actually fucking finds it.

"Thank fuck," Adrian breathes. He drags his hands to your face, cradling your head between his palms, sweeping his thumbs along your cheeks. He pushes your foreheads together, then your lips, desperate. "Thank fucking God."

Emilia comes sprinting up behind him, demanding, "What happened?"

Adrian tilts back from you slightly, stroking your hair back off your face. After only a beat, he scoops you up into his arms. You're all dead weight, unconscious and dangling from his hold; he doesn't release you, instead gathering you even closer, tucked against his chest.

"We need medical attention now," Adrian demands, already carrying you towards the van you'd all taken to get here. When he realizes nobody else is moving, he shouts a sharp, "Let's go," over his shoulder.

He refuses to let you go, carrying you all the way to the van and inside it, jumping up into the back without dislodging you. He keeps you there the entire ride to the hospital, you held close in his lap as he tries to help you without letting you go.

You can't stop laughing, even though Adrian's only halfway through his story.

"What the fuck?" John laughs. You can tell Adrian's feeding off of all the attention, the way all of the 11th Street Kids are laughing at his story as he's telling it. The delight flushes his face; you can't help the warmth that swells inside you just for seeing it.

"No, you didn't," Leota says. She's grinning, too, and Adrian slams his hands on the table.

"I did," he insists. He throws one hand out in a wild gesture. "Just— Thwip, right there in front of everyone."

"Fuck, no," Chris laughs, clapping Adrian on the shoulder. He's practically beaming.

You don't even think. You agree, "No, it's true. That's part of why I love him," and the words just spill out.

You've never said that before, though. And you only realize it belatedly, after a long beat where Adrian's laughter stops abruptly and his eyes meet yours and everybody becomes silent as they realize his energy has almost completely changed.

Into the briefly stunned silence, Adrian asks, "What?"

You don't entirely know how to respond, unsure how to read his tone when you're stunned by yourself, too. Panicking, you say, "I did— I'm sorry, I sh—"

"No! What? No," Adrian insists immediately. He pushes up from the table, and you stare up at him, heart racing, eyes wide. "What'd you say, what— What was— What?"

You stare at each other for a long moment. You think you can read him, can feel the tentative hope and dawning joy. It feels so much like the same emotions growing inside of you.

Smiling, you tell him, "I love you," and he's already launching over the table. Everybody else is shouting, but you're laughing as he tackles you backwards, pinning you to the floor, kissing you everywhere you can reach. It takes a beat before he's willing to separate, and even then it's just so he can speak for a second.

"I love you, too," Adrian tells you, overjoyed. "Oh, fuck, I love you so fucking much, I'm so glad I can tell you now, holy shit—"

You laugh again, letting Adrian drag you in for another kiss. He's pressing you flat on the ground; after a beat, his hips roll automatically into yours.

"Jesus, get a fucking room," Emilia scolds you both. You can hear the levity in her tone, as well as the genuine instruction.

"Okay," Adrian agrees easily. He leaps to his feet, hauling you up with him. You let him guide you, already laughing again.

Adrian crouches, then scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You can see the rest of the team for a moment, though upside-down and sideways. You throw a wave at them as Adrian heads for the door.

"Bye," you shout to them.

"Bye!" Leota calls after you. "Love you, too!"

"Love you!" Adrian says back, the door slamming shut behind him as he takes you from the room, still slung over his shoulder, his strong arm wrapped around your legs. "But I love you more."

"Love you most," you promise him, and he jostles you a bit, then twists to kiss your side. He laughs again, overjoyed, and doesn't let you go.

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martsonmars · 2 years

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Thanks @facewithoutheart @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @fatalfangirl @confused-bi-queer @bookish-bogwitch @dragoneggo @takitalks @bazzybelle @stardustasincocaine @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ivelovedhimthroughworse @johnwgrey for the tags!!!

I don't have much to share today (she said, before talking about 35 WIPs) (edit before I post: I ended up sharing even too much stuff, but I'm leaving this to show that I'm nothing but a living contradiction). My main focus at the moment is a canon divergence I'm trying to finish so that I can concentrate on my CORB fic, but of course it keeps fighting me, and every time I think I solved all the problems, new problems appear. But yesterday I managed to edit the first 3 parts (out of 5 written; there will be 7 parts in the end) (I technically edited the 4th too but at the moment I hate it, so it doesn't count), and here are some random sentences I added while editing:

It was fine—Tyrannus simply didn't like him very much. It was a new experience for Simon—he knew he was funny, and more or less polite, and people usually took a liking to him right away, or at least pretended to do so as long as they were in his presence—but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

I feel like a five-year-old kid who’s trying to get his uninvolved father to pay attention to him.

(I think [Dad] and Mr Grimm-Pitch might even be becoming friends, ever since Dad found out he saved a herd of Night Mares from poachers.) (My parents have a thing for magickal stock.)

I don’t want to hear the details about [Pippa's] vampire kink, especially since she apparently decided to fan cast Basilton to embody it.

Then, since it's tradition, I must give you a brand new WIP! Under the cut with the tags.

I really want to write something for @carry-on-sapphic-week Pick N Mix, but the main WLW thing I'm working on (Daphne/Lucy I've shared once) has too much plot for me to handle right now. SO I had a new idea—in the canon divergence I'm writing Natasha is alive and happily married, which means no Daphne. But Daphne is my beloved, so I wanted to write a spinoff of my own fic telling her story in this universe where she doesn't marry Malcolm. I'm not sure I'll be able to finish it for this event, but here's the beginning anyway:

“Sorry?” The woman pushes her glasses up her nose and smiles—a genuine smile, two dimples and crinkled eyes, not just a professional smile. “Could you repeat the name, please?”

“Petty, Nicodemus. Born on 17 November 1978, he was struck from the Book on 27 July 1997.”

The woman taps on her tablet for a long minute, the sound of her nails clicking on the screen almost soothing enough to placate the other's nervousness. “It's been six years since every mage ever targeted by discriminatory policies had their magickal status restored, but...” She frowns. “Mr Petty doesn't appear in our records.” She turns to the drawers on her left and runs her fingers on the tags until the finds the P. “May I know who's asking, and why?”

“Ebeneza Petty. I think my brother might be in danger.”

Tags!!! Hoping I didn't miss anyone's post hahaha.

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license-to-geek · 2 years

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I’ve read every drop of Norman fics on this site and AO3. I got desperate and even wandered to the Wild West known as Fanfic.net. Now sadly i have ran out and I have written my own.

Please note: this was written in the early hours of the morning;the character has a name but can be read Y/N as no description has been given; this is a three part story, if there is interest I might turn it into a full fic as I have a fair few ideas.

Also please let me know what you think!

And so I present: Beautiful.Dirty.Rich:Chapter One.

Chapter One

“Fuck” Kate muttered under her breath.

Looking at her watch she saw it was quarter past two, she was due to be upstairs for a meeting five minutes ago. Which wouldn't be that big of a deal except there's ten floors before she gets to the right level, and the elevators are notoriously slow, ironic for a STEM company.

Grabbing her bag from beside her she raced to the elevator. With a press of the button the elevator was on its way.

This internship at oscorp had been going well for Kate. She had been involved in some interesting projects which passed some time before she went back to college. Although if it wasn't for her friend Mary Jane she probably wouldn't have got it at all. With MJ seeing the CEOs son she was able to twist some arms. Kate felt guilty that she had a leg up in getting the internship, however unfortunately in this day and age it is who you know and not always what you know.

The elevator doors swiftly opened and standing in front of her was the CEO himself Norman Osborn.

Kate was obviously intimidated by the man. He didn't even have to say anything and yet each time she saw him anxiety would rise within her. It wasn't as if he was a particularly awful human being, sure he could shout but he treated people with kindness for the most part. More than likely it was the domineering CEO rich boy vibes that radiated off his persona that gave Kate the impression he would snap her in half.

"Good morning Sir' Kate managed to cough up as she stepped into the elevator.

"Morning" he replied absent mindedly.

It was just Kate and Norman in the elevator, which wasn't the best thing in the world. Kate had a habit of having to fill silences, even silences that weren't awkward.

Norman was wearing a black suit, white shirt and a red tie and a formal over coat. He looked immaculate. Not a single strand out his hair out of place. And those cheekbones, that jawline, she was sure she'd cut herself if she were to ever hold his face.

"How is Harry doing, I haven't been able to catch up with him in a while" you asked the man before you.

Mr Osborns gaze shifted to Kate "He's doing well. I sent him to France last week, he should be back tonight."

"Oh that sounds wonderful. I'll have to catch him when he's back."

As she finished her sentence the elevator stopped and the doors pinged open. Norman Osborn then walked out "have a nice day".

"Thanks, you too." Kate replied.

Kate managed to reach her meeting only being ten minutes late. Fortunately for her a few others where running late too, apparently there had been an incident downstairs that caused people to be late. Probably an elevator breaking down again no doubt.

The room was slowly starting to fill out, people where having their own conversations waiting for time to pass.

"Kate Underwood, glad you could join us" her supervisor Mark said to her.

"Hi Mark, yeah sorry I'm late I got carried away downstairs writing up that cell generation report from last week."

"Not too worry, coffee ?"

The meeting went on for what seemed like eternity. Once it was finished Kate raced to the elevator. It was a bit later than she usually finished.

The elevator doors pinged open, and it was like deja vu, Norman Osborn was the sole person in the elevator.

"Good evening Sir." Kate said rushing into the lift.

"Ah Miss Underwood glad to run into you. Harry called, he's wanting to host a dinner party Saturday night, wants to invite you and the rest of his friends." Mr Osborn announced.

"That sounds lovely, be good to have a catch up before we all go back to college. What time ?" Kate replied.

"Around six I imagine."

"Brilliant, Looking forward to it."

After a lengthy pause Mr Osborn continued to interaction.

"How was the 12th floor meeting this afternoon?"

"Yeah, it went well. We've come up with some new ideas to increase the performance of the type 13s. May need to push the deadline back a little bit further due to supplier issues. But that was to be expected."

Mr Osborns shot a smile at Kate "good to hear, keep up the good work Underwood."

With that the elevator doors opened and the pair of them stepped out and went to go their separate ways.

"Have a good evening Sir." Kate said

"You too Miss Underwood."

Kate made her way back home to the flat she rented out. Unfortunately her parents no longer live in America, they moved to England a few years ago. However Kate decided to remain in order to finish her studies. She fortunate enough that her parents could give her some money each money to help pay for things.

#norman osborne #norman osborn #norman osborn x reader #green goblin #beautiful.dirty.rich

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hailbop1701 · 3 years

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Curing a Rainy Day

A sort of five times Star Trek gen fic for your viewing pleasure. I mentioned I would write it but please be aware that I wrote this on my phone late at night and I has no beta. Typos and mistakes will be found. 🤣

-H❤🖖

Word Count: 2,166

Sulu:

Leonard McCoy wasn’t a huge touchy-feely type of man. Well, that’s what he really wants folks to think anyway. He was a doctor and that meant it was his oath-bound duty to cure what ails his patients. Whether it was from a physical malady or an emotional one. The first time he initiated his “Rainy Day Cure” --title courtesy of his daughter-- to one of the command crew he was surprised that it was Sulu of all people. If Len were being honest he thought it would have been Jim. Sure he had hugged the kid in the past but he always let Jim be the one to initiate contact. The reason why is complicated and a story for another time.

When he found him the young pilot was huddled alone in Observation Room Five, his shoulders hunched, his down so his eyes were hidden and mind lightyears away. Leonard had a feeling he knew where. The chaos after Khan and Marcus had caused a lot of damage, and not all of it was physical. They were all still healing even a year later. They had left Kronos not three hours ago and according to the mission report, Sulu’s younger sister was…

Not who she claimed to be. ‘Yuki,’ McCoy recalled her name lamely as he made his way loudly over to the depressed man.

She revealed that she worked for Section 31 and was determined to fix the Federation the right way. Though the term “Right way” is skewed for many folks. War was almost started, again and the Enterprise had to stop it, again. Section 31 now had the last little pebble of Red Matter and was holding it like a…” Nuclear deterrent” as the old saying goes.

Shaking his head Leonard pushed recent events to the back of his mind and continued on his own mission. Plopping down on the couch that faced the giant window of stars, McCoy leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees.

He didn’t offer his apologies or sympathies, he knew Sulu didn’t want them. So they sat in silence. Sulu just shook his head and looked up at the doctor with confusion and betrayal in his eyes. “I don’t - I” he stopped swallowing and the helmsman looked so young Leonard didn’t even think about it until after he had already done it.

He wrapped an arm over Hikaru’s shoulder and squeezed. Sulu stilled for a moment before relaxing and saying what needed to be said, a weight slowly lifting off his shoulders and his chest.

Scotty:

Leonard and Scotty were both having a terrible terrible time. The cold sucked in Leonard’s opinion and being trapped on an ice ball of a planet only confirmed his feelings. Looking over at the Enterprises Chief Engineer, Leonard had a feeling that he wasn’t alone in his thoughts and feelings.

The Scot was curled into a tight ball up against the last running console the entire ‘Fleet base had. He was shivering and muttering to himself, glaring at the distress signal he had rigged up. There was nothing they could do but wait. Rubbing his hands together to warm them Leonard moved toward the console and slid down to the floor next to Scotty. Touching shoulders with Scotty, McCoy tucked his hands under his arms and sighed. There was nothing he could really say to ease the engineer’s anxiety -- which stemmed from Delta Vega no doubt -- so he simply let his presence be enough.

Scotty glanced at Leonard to see that he was looking back at him with calm understanding. Grunting Scotty curled himself closer to the CMO and let the man wrap an arm around his shoulders. They didn’t speak a word and only moved when they heard the sounds of the rescue party on the other side of the sealed doors.

Chekov:

Pavel Chekov was the youngest of the command crew, so he was automatically protected and treated like the youngest sibling of a giant family. The navigator understood that his friends didn’t mean to and that it was just sometimes a reflex but he was getting damn tired of it. Today was his birthday, he had finally turned twenty! Chekov was so pleased to find that after the incident with Khan he was being treated like he should. There was one person who always treated him like he was young and precious.

Pavel found that he didn’t mind so much. Doctor McCoy treated almost everyone that way -- even though he wasn’t that much older than the rest of them -- in an almost fatherly manner. A true caretaker. Chekov allowed the behavior from no one but McCoy.

Leonard walked into “Rec Room Two” taking in the crowd with a softening scowl. A small wrapped parcel gripped in his hand. He looked down at the present, weighing it in his hands carefully. With a sigh, McCoy strode through the room looking for the birthday boy. Jim waved at him wildly from the other side of the room a huge grin on his face. Narrowing his eyes, Leonard saw that his captain wasn’t in fact drunk at all. Grunting in approval he smiled at Chekov who was hurrying over to greet him.

“Happy Birthday Pavel,”

Chekov grinned and his eyes widened at the present presented to him. Leonard gestured for him to open it and the young man did excitedly. The wrapping paper littered the floor a long black box in its place. Slowly opening the box the navigator knocked a silver antique pocket knife into his hands. Examining it closely he looked up at McCoy in confusion.

Leonard shifted nervously on his feet. Clearing his throat he pulled out a similar from his belt. “My daddy gave me this one to match his when I turned twenty. I know your pa wasn’t around as you grew up and so I thought…” his sentence fell into silence. For once Leonard McCoy was at a loss for words. Pavel quickly wiped a stray tear from his eye and grinned at his friend holding onto the gift tightly.

“Thank you doctor!” he said gratefully and Leonard understood that it was for more than just a knife. A small smile graced the CMO’s lips and pulled the kid in for a hug.

With anyone else, Pavel would have been annoyed. This was an exception.

Uhura:

Leonard was tired. He longed for his bed but as he looked around at all of the injured crew he pushed the longing away. There was no time for it. Rubbing the blurry fatigue from his eyes he pushed on. Triage, surgery, aftercare. He really didn’t truly stop to breathe until the middle of gamma shift when the ship was sleepy and quiet. The only noise was the soft beeps and whistles of monitors. His nurses quietly whispering and working.

Christine hours ago told him to stop worrying and to go to bed already but something in him just couldn’t. Blinking dumbly down at the PADD in his hands he sighed and signed off on the next round of Spock’s antibiotics. During the Enterprises most recent scuffle the bridge took a hit and the science station exploded sending the first officer flying, earning him a ticket to medical.

After the fight was over and things had only calmed down to a trickle of wounded instead of a flash flood, Nyota Uhura breezed through sickbay’s doors. She waited patiently and even helped where she could. When Spock came out of surgery and was placed in a private room she immediately went to his side and hasn’t moved an inch since. Jim would have been right beside her if he could afford to. But it appears the admiralty wanted words and had kept him busy since. McCoy had barely just convinced him to get some sleep saying that he would call if anything changes.

That was three hours ago.

Leonard walked -- though Nyota would say shuffled -- into Spock’s room, his eyes going straight to the monitors above the bed. The half Vulcan was resting peacefully. McCoy knew it was only a matter of time before he woke and would go into a healing trance. Something that should be monitored anyway. Leonard quietly wondered who he would grant the opportunity to slap Spock awake this time…

“Leonard!”

The sound of his name made the CMO snap his head in Uhura’s direction. Her eyes were fire, filled with frustration, exhaustion, and worry. McCoy winced, “Sorry Nyota, guess my mind wandered a bit,” he said somewhat sheepishly. Her expression softened a flash of guilt passing through her features.

“You need more rest. You’re going to run yourself into the ground at this rate,” she scolded half-heartedly. McCoy gave her a small smile and a shrug,

"I'll rest when I'm not needed." He whispered and badly covered up a yawn. The hidden meaning behind his words wasn't lost on the linguist though. She pressed her lips into a tight line deciding not to comment. Instead, she rested her gaze on Spock once more her hand inches away from his.

So deep in thought, Nyota hadn't even realized that McCoy had left and come back, a tray with a couple of hypos in his always unwavering hands. Catching her eyes he gave her another encouraging smile. He took care to tell her everything he was doing and how it would help keep infection away. Leonard knew he didn't have to explain but he felt it necessary to fill the quiet with "Illogical chatter" as Spock would surely call it.

Uhura was so tired and so frazzled that she was startled to find the CMO crouching in front of her with concern all over his face. "You need to get some rest Nyota. I can have a cot brought in if you'd like…"

Uhura, let a few tears fall before she bottled it up again. She shook her head wiping her face, "I'm alright Leo. Everything is just catching up to me…" she mumbled with a watery chuckle. Leonard snorted at the nickname she had given him,

"Just let me know darlin' "

And without truly thinking about it he pulled her into a hug. It only took Uhura a second to process what was happening before she wrapped her arms around him tightly. A genuine smile breaking across her face. The first time in hours she felt content, safe, and able to truly breathe.

Jim:

James T. Kirk was a touchy-feely type of man. Leonard supposed it may be from a less than stellar childhood. So whenever Jim would pull him into a one-armed hug or slapped his back or even leaned up against him, McCoy would let him. He would definitely bitch but only half-heartedly, Leonard needed to keep up appearances after all.

So when they found Jim partially dead, hanging from his wrists in a cave all smirks and charm…

Well, no one batted an eye when -- after he made sure that the man would live -- Leonard pulled his best friend in for a hug. Jim just laughed, laid an arm over McCoy's shoulder, and leaned into the hug.

"I only had to get tortured and offered to an alien God for you to hug me. Good to know,"

"Shut up Kid,"

Spock:

No one ever thought the words McCoy, Spock, and hug would ever be uttered but stranger things have happened on the Enterprise.

No stranger than an alien device that turned back time. In a physical sense anyway. Leonard looked down at his adolescent hands and sighed with a heavy eye roll. "Not this again," he grumbled with a shudder.

Looking around the room he saw Jim shouting at Mudd who had bought the alien weapon and decided to point it at him and Spock. McCoy tilted his head, his eyes going comically wide.

Spock!

Where was the green-blooded rugrat? Leonard looked around and sighed in relief at the sight of the first officer. He was hidden under a rickety wooden table. Crouching down Leonard gave Spock a small smile, he waved and gestured for the Vulcan to come closer. Apparently the younger you go the further your mind goes with it. Spock had a mentality of a...of well, a toddler. He couldn't have been more than two.

Spock stared at Leonard intensely before darting out and crashing into his legs. McCoy stumbled a little before he got his footing. Spock looked up at him with wide scared eyes, tears threatening to fall. 'Must have gotten all Vucan-y at four or five,' Leonard thought as he picked up his friend.

Leonard pulled Spock close, hugging him to his chest whispering softly. Spock seemed confused for only a moment before he buried his head into the young CMO's neck.

Jim of course saw it all and later under the threat of meeting his end via an airlock kept his mouth firmly shut. The only thing the Starship Captain said -- which everyone agreed-- Doctor Leonard McCoy could absolutely cure a rainy day.

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fandoms:

Currently, my main fandom is The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, although I have also written a bit for Hunter X Hunter and X-Men (comics) in the past.

two-shots:

oh god, i was surprised I even had any because I usually have (n/?) chapters or I just post one/longshots.

Five : X-Men Hellion/Elixir fanfic. Chapter 1 was posted in 2013 and chapter 2 was posted in 2018, much to the surprise of my exactly 2 readers 🤡

I don't need your name : TSOMD rongzhi fanfic. I'm not sure if this even really counts as a twoshot because of how long it is, but oh well! I was/am fairly proud of this fic.

Cold Little Heart : TSOMD rongzhi fic. A proper twoshot, I feel, and one of my more recent fics. Ding Rong is a vampire-type creature.