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thisisarcanereverie · 2 years

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Can I request NSFW 1 & ❤ with Jake Lockley?

P.S. I love your Moon Knight Fic!!

Against the Wall (Jake Lockely (Main) x Reader) SMUT

Warnings: Smut, MINORS DNI, semi public sex?, quickie, pussy slapping, jealous Jake Lockely (he is a goddamn warning), semi Mirror kink, possessive, Jake talks spanish and only spanish during sex, little to no plot, dom Jake, Jake talking to Steven and Marc during sex, google translate since I'm not fluent in Spanish.

“Jake!” you whisper scolded him as you felt your boyfriend's hands wander sneakily over the curves and contours of your body. To anyone else it would simply seem like stereotypical PDA, but you knew Jake. And the false innocent look in his eyes while his lips turned upward to his signature devilish grin only confirmed your suspicions. You looked over the counter to where your friends were chatting with each other, in their own little world. Completely unaware of your boyfriend’s movements becoming increasingly bolder.

“Si Mami,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your skin causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.

“I know what your doing,”

“Hmm,” he hummed as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear as he took in a deep breath, savoring the fresh scent of your conditioner, “and what is it that I am doing?”

“You're feeling to see if I’m wearing any underwear.” You bluntly stated quietly, you could feel the vibrations of his chest against your back as you felt him laugh. As he stated plenty of times before, he didn’t love you for your subtly.

“And?”

“And what?” you asked before stifling a small squeak that let out as you felt him give your ass a pinch.

“And you’re not.”

Heat traveled to your face as you began to stutter. The truth was, it was laundry day and since the man behind you has little to no regard for your underwear and views them as a hindrance, most of them were in tatters from being ripped off of you, the rest were in your hamper. His large hands worshiped you, hidden from everyone's view. Your heart was racing a mile a minute as wetness pools in between your legs as his fingers brushed over where you needed him most. Just as you were about to suggest a quickie in the bathroom your redheaded friend Liz called you over to rejoin your group. You tried to smile at her as you felt Jake's forehead fall to your shoulder in frustration. Reluctantly, you break out of his hold with a drink in hand. You tried to ignore the need building in you as you sat casually on your couch, adjusting your sundress in the process.

“You won’t believe who Chrissy ran into the other day!” Liz excitedly said, practically bouncing up and down on the couch. You looked over at the dark haired woman across from you.

“I saw Laurent.”

“Laurent,” you said astonished, “you mean Laurent LeClaire?” She nods in confirmation, “I thought he was all the way in Paris?”

“We talked a bit, apparently he’s here for business one of his artworks is being auctioned off at this big shot charity gala.” Chrissy said with a cheeky look in her eye, “he asked about you.”

“Oh?” You said slightly surprised, oblivious to the man beside you looking intently between you and Chrissy. Growing more and more curious about this Laurent, that asked about you.

“Who’s Laurent?” Jake asked.

“An acquaintance,” you tried to brush off as you saw Chrissy and Liz snicker.

“I’m pretty sure ‘acquaintances’ don’t pin each other against the wall with their tongues down the others' throat.” Liz snickered, all in good fun as your face flushed as you looked over tentatively to Jake. To anyone who didn’t know him, they would think he was jealous. You, however, knew Jake Lockely. You knew from the way his eyes were darkening and watching your every move, one thick eyebrow raised, his legs spreading ever so slightly, his chest puffed out, biting the inside of his cheek, and his arm resting against the armrest of the chair adjacent to you. You knew you were in for a very long night tonight. That you should probably stretch and get drinks and snacks ready beforehand.

You were in the middle of saying a silent farewell to your pussy when you saw Jake stand up from the chair, letting out a small polite ‘excuse me’ before heading towards the bathroom. About a minute later, your phone vibrated in the pocket of the dress. You pull it out and read the message that had your legs clenching together slightly.

“Five minutes.”

“Don’t make me wait.”

Your leg bounced excitedly as you diligently watched the time go by very slowly. Honestly, only Jake (Marc & Steven) made you like this. Counting the minutes until you can slip into the bathroom for a quickie. You barely paid attention to the chatter going on around you as you covertly looked over at the clock. When five minutes passed, you tried not to seem too excited as you excused yourself.

You walked over to the bathroom and before you opened the door Jake had already opened it and pulled you in. All at once his lips were on you, leaving wet kisses down your jaw and groping you through the material of your dress. You let out a small moan before putting your hand over your mouth to stifle the sound. Something Jake did not appreciate, he moved you over to pin you to the empty wall beside the door taking both of your hands in his one and pinning it behind you as he pressed your front against the wall. You gasped at the feeling of cool tile against your bare chest and the warm feeling of Jake's chest on your back. You wiggled your hips back for some kind of friction, only for him to groan and grip your hips firmly.

“Paciencia Mami,” his hand slowly bunched the skirt of your sundress to your waist, exposing your bare ass, you heard him suck in a breath as his hand kneaded the soft flesh, “Manifica, mirate buena para mi.” His hot breath tickled the back of your ear as all at once you felt him in you. You let out a loud moan as you felt yourself pleasantly stretch around him. Jake's grip on your wrists and waist becomes bruised, you were positive that they were going to leave marks later on that you would look back on and blush at while he would just look smug.

He stayed still in you for all of five seconds before pounding into you ruthlessly. You barely felt him pull out before slamming back in, the room was filled with his moans and him saying filthy things to you in Spanish. However, you could barely concentrate on what he was saying, all that you could think of was how pleasant the tenor of his voice was, how it sent shivers down your spine and need to your core. You felt your nipples perk and rub against the tile of the wall which only added to the pleasure you were feeling, the coolness of the wall and the warmth of him contrasted against each other always keeping you on the edge.

You were about to cum, the coil wound itself tightly in the pit of your stomach and you were sure they could hear you in the living room.

“Ver este,” You hear him say, you look over to where the mirror was on the opposite wall, groaning at the image of you fucked out and at his mercy; and him with his possessive demenor, the way he held you screamed that you were his. “Así es como se hace.” Before you could ask, you felt him release your hands from behind your back and pin them above you while his other hand went from your waist to rub furious circles on your clit. Your face was pressed against the wall further as tears started to prick your eyes. God you were right there, tereting on the edge of pleasure and pain as the coil in your gut was so tight, just begging to burst.

And with one harsh thrust you came undone, uncaring about the innocent guests in your living room as you screamed Jake’s name. Your heartbeat sped up as Jake continued to pound furiously into you. Giving you no reprieve as your second orgasm was already building before you recovered from the first one. You couldn’t form a coherent thought let alone a sentence as the pressure re-wound itself in your lower abdomen. “Una vez,” he moaned into your ear, “más puedes hacerlo.”

Your second orgasm came by surprise, although you could feel it building, it wasn’t until his rough and calloused hands gave your abused clitorus a light smack and ripped your release right through you. Your sudden organsm sent Jake into his own, moaning lowly as his hips stuttered as he gently fucked you both through your release. You stayed like that for a while, with him holding you up as his chest laid against your back. Trying to steady both of your breathing and calm your nerves as your limbs refused to stop trembling from the aftershock. It wasn’t until you felt your phone buzz in your dress pocket that you were brought back to reality as your eyes widened as you saw your face turn bright red. You reached into your pocket only to find messages from your friends in your group chat.

“Y’all are nastyyy - C”

“Damn, sounds like the dick is good - L”

Liz put a fainting gif at the end of her message. You groaned in embarrassment as you read their messages further teasing you, before letting you know that they had gone home to give you guys some “space” to bone further. You made a note to apologize to them later as you turned your phone off before putting it back in your pocket. By that time Jake had recovered and had set out on cleaning you up. Pulling himself out with a wet plop, and some dark perverted part of him wanted to push his cum back in as he saw it leaking out of you. But decided there would be time for that later.

What you thought that was gonna be it.

Oh hell no, he still has a few more rounds in him before he’s through with you, but first and foremost he was gonna take care of you, he was gonna clean you up, cuddle with you on the couch because he was certain your guests had left already after hearing loud moans from the bathroom, let you regain some of your energy before pounding back into you.

You shivered as you felt the warm wet rag clean up your combined juices as you turned around, massaging your sore wrists.

“So what was that all about?” You asked, still trying to catch your breath as he helped walk you over to the couch, not fully trusting your legs to carry you there.

“Just proving a point.” He said grabbing you a throw blanket.

“Oh?” You said to accept it, “and what would that be?” he leaned in close, just enough for his breath to hit your ear.

“That I am the only man allowed to pin you to a wall.” he pecked your cheek before retreating to the kitchen as you’re left there gaping like a fish. All of that because of something Chrissy said about catching you snogging against a wall with a fling. You bit back the urge to laugh as you thought about how childish your boyfriend(s) were.

And how you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 6 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 25: All The things Lost

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Ben Parker x May Parker, Ben Parker, may Parker & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, M.J and Peter, Erik Selvig, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis, Skye. Fitz, and Simmons, Phil Coulson & agent may, Harley Keener, Adrian Toomes & Liz Toomes, Nick Fury & Maria Hill, Maria Hill & Reader Summary: The reaction from people that reader met Warning: Mentioning of child abuse (look up maria's hill dad from marvel comics) , flashback

Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique

In their Queens apartment, Ben Parker was trying to explain your story to May.

Since the two had come home, it was all they could talk about. Ben had to reveal he had known the truth all along and that Fury organized everything between you and them. It was a lot for May to process, and more than once she found herself taking a break just to comprehend the stories.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked tearfully.

Ben sighed, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."

"But you told me about your brother and Mary being with SHIELD right after we got engaged. What was so different with Ellen? O-Or... (Y/n)? I would've understood."

"I'm so sorry. It was a sensitive topic and we were all worried for her."

"I'm your wife, Ben."

"And I'll never forget it. That day, our vows, how beautiful you looked in that dress..." He closed his eyes. "It was the hardest thing I had to do, keeping this from you."

"We vowed that we wouldn't lie to each other." She reminded him. "Do you remember that bit?"

"Of course I do, sweetheart. If it was my choice, I wouldn't hesitate to tell you everything. It was Fury who made the call to keep it quiet. (Y/n) wasn't comfortable with people back then either."

"What does that mean?"

"She didn't want to be known as the Stark Runaway or some rich guy's rebellious kid. She wanted a clean slate, to just be a person, a friendly neighbor. And she was going to tell you herself eventually. She just didn't want you to see her differently."

"I wouldn't." May looked away. "I love that girl so much. She's still going to be Ellen Campbell to me. She's not a runaway. She's her own person."

She found herself gazing at the apartment door. It was right on the other side of it where they first 'bumped' into you.

"She's always there when we need her, Peter loves her like a sister... And now that I mention it, she's practically a daughter to us too." She felt the tears sliding down her cheeks. "Is she going to be in danger?"

Ben wished more than anything that he could give a definite answer but the truth was that he simply didn't know. His silence gave that away too.

"Oh, my God." May whispered, hiding her face in her hands. "She told everyone who she was, said people would be after her... What's going to happen? Are we in danger too? The SHIELD leak-"

"Hey, hey, hey." He quickly wrapped her up in a comforting embrace. "You don't have to worry about that. Fury took precautions. He destroyed the files about Pete's parents and us when they died so he wouldn't ever be a target."

"And Ellen?"

"I... I don't know. But you know what she's like."

She managed a little nod, looking up at him. "She's strong."

He nodded, kissing the top of her head. "That's right. She's like a superhero."

"She'll be okay. She has to be."

"Before I left the station, the guys were showing off these videos of some car chase in Battery Tunnel. This car was driving up the walls and there were guys on bikes shooting at it. It had to be her."

"The other nurses showed me that too!" May gasped. "I thought it was, but there wasn't a clear line. I don't know if I'm more proud or terrified."

"At least we're on the same page about that."

As they continued to discuss the matter, Peter was sitting in the living room. He was busy with homework and completely oblivious to the conversation happening a few feet away.

However, it wasn't the homework that had him distracted. Coincidentally, it was also you.

Just because he'd spent the entire day stuck in middle school, it didn't mean he didn't know what was going on in the city. The teachers talked, but the kids talked even more. He'd heard all about what was happening in the capital and how you were being chased by what sounded like evil agents.

In his head he kept envisioning that you made it out okay and that you finally got to reunite with your dad. He hadn't forgotten about the day when you told him who you really were, so for you to get a hug from your dad was all he wanted for you at that moment.

He almost jumped a foot in the air when the laptop screen on the table started flashing to signal an incoming video call. He recognized Ned's username and quickly accepted, hoping his friend could distract him.

If the call wasn't surprising enough, it was even more of a shock to see Ned with a girl from their class. She was extremely quiet and they hadn't really talked before, but he was pretty sure her name was Michelle Jones-Watson. She seemed to avoid all forms of human contact unless absolutely necessary.

"I'm telling you, he probably already knows!" She was saying.

"Well, I'm telling you, I'm telling him anyway!" Ned argued back, the pair unaware that he had accepted the call already.

"Fine! But don't be shocked when he remains emotionless."

"Yeah, you'd know all about that."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Uh, guys?" Peter spoke up, startling them both. "Yeah. Hi. What's going on?"

"'Sup, nerd." Michelle greeted.

"Peter!" Ned exclaimed, grinning. "I need you to look at the news!"

He frowned. "Why?"

"It's Ellen! You'll never guess who she is!"

"Ellen?" He frowned. "(Y/n)!"

While he launched himself out of the seat to find the TV remote, Ned and Michelle resumed their argument. Ned was pondering how Peter already knew the truth and Michelle was all too happily gloating with several 'I told you so's.

Peter scrambled to find the right channel, eventually settling with CNN, where a blurred image of you in a fancy car was stuck on the screen.

He had a huge grin on his face, glad that you were okay. Maybe the news was reporting on you finally returning to the world. It certainly seemed so with the way the reporter was talking about everything.

But then the headline changed.

Peter felt sick as a sudden wave of disbelief, shock, and sadness overwhelmed him all at once. Despite the wailing of alarms outside, the rain battering the windows, all he could hear was the reporter's voice.

"The missing daughter of famed billionaire and Avenger Tony Stark has been reported dead this afternoon after a failed surgery in an attempt to save her life. (Y/n) Stark shocked the country when she revealed her identity to the world several years after apparently running away from home. There are several eye-witness accounts who claim she was shot at long-range just feet away from the entrance of Avengers Tower. They also report that Tony Stark himself witnessed the act and was last seen carrying her inside the building."

May and Ben had returned to the living room at this point and had heard every word. They watched in horror as a picture of you at sixteen showed up with the words '(Y/n) Stark - Daughter of Tony Stark - dead at 21'.

"Uncle Ben? Aunt May?" Peter looked up at them with tears streaming down his face. "Ellen... (Y/n)... She-"

(I couldn't find kid! peter hugging aunt may, so this will do!) He started to sob and May rushed to hug him, trying to quieten her own cries so she could comfort him. Ben slowly dragged himself towards them, putting his arms around them both as he closed his eyes tightly.

It didn't make sense. It didn't seem real. You were so precious to them all, and now you were just... Gone.

It wasn't fair.

Coulson had been sitting in his room in the dark for a while now.

Maybe a few hours had passed but he couldn't be sure. He didn't really care about it. He was just tired after all the chaos that had unleashed during the HYDRA-SHIELD reveal. He had his team in one piece - save for Ward who turned out to be a traitor - and they were all safely on the Bus. It was a good time to take a break.

The silence was only interrupted when Agent May opened the door, letting in a stream of light from the other room.

"I see the notion of knocking has become old fashioned." Coulson commented.

"You need to see this." She said, getting right to the point.

She held out a touchpad, her expression holding an emotion that even Coulson couldn't quite figure out. Curiosity got the better of him as he accepted the pad and looked at the reels playing.

He felt cold as the news of your death reached his ears. The whole room seemed dark again.

Elsewhere, in the rec room, Skye and FitzSimmons were also unfortunate enough to find the news channel.

They couldn't believe it either.

"Oh, my God." Simmons gasped, a hand over her mouth.

"(Y/n) Stark?" Skye questioned, eyes wide. "How did we not know that?"

Fitz didn't say a word, his arm around Simmons as she continued to stare at the TV with a saddened gaze.

Their time with you may have been short but it didn't mean it wasn't meaningful. After all, you were the one who brought laughter and jokes to the room, bettering a bad day. You got a smile out of everyone, even Agent May. No one could ever forget that.

You really were the rich girl in the end.

Erik Selvig, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis stood in their rented London apartment, watching the news report in stunned silence.

It had taken them a while to remember why you looked so familiar, and it had been Jane who pointed out that they saw you way back in New Mexico after Thor got his powers back.

How could they have known back then just how important you were?

The next person to discover your death was Harley Keener.

He was in the garage working on the latest version of the potato gun when he heard your name on the news and almost dropped the weapon in his hands.

He didn't understand half of what the reporter was saying when the man talked about organizations named HYDRA and SHIELD and then a leak exposing secrets about both of them. Of course, in contrast, the news about you dying was as clear as day.

He knew you looked familiar.

You weren't just the Mechanic's friend, you were family.

The latest update didn't mean much to the people that hadn't encountered you before, but to those that had, it was indescribably shocking.

There was now a video of you being carried into the Tower up on the Internet. It was posted anonymously but naturally people ate it up.

It was the people of New York who took the grief the hardest. The Parkers, Ned and his family, and even Mr. Delmar. For them, it wasn't just (Y/n) who had been killed, it was Ellen Campbell. They loved her, and now she was gone.

You were gone.

People searched through all the different channels and websites to find a version of the story where you survived. They needed to believe it was a hoax, that you were going to show up the next day with your usual smiles and jokes.

Even a spokesperson from Stark Industries was forced to armor up in the end and confirm the news. They requested time to grieve the loss of the company's heir, refused to let anyone question Tony, and promised to answer any questions in due time.

Another New Yorker had discovered the news as well now.

It was the girl you had saved two years ago during the Battle of New York.

Liz was in the car with her father and watching the news on the small screen between the seats. She hadn't been paying much attention until she caught sight of your picture and gasped so loud the car almost swerved.

"Dad!" She yelled, pointing at your picture. "That's her!"

He looked between her and the screen in confusion. "What's that, honey?"

"She said her name was Ellen but that's the girl who helped me when the aliens came!" Liz insisted. "It says she was shot!"

Now, Adrian Toomes held a deep hatred for Tony Stark, but unfortunately he couldn't help but be grateful to the woman who had saved his little girl's life.

He may have vowed vengeance on the father, but he wouldn't be able to forget the daughter.

Surprisingly enough, the last people to hear about your death were the real SHIELD agents.

Fury, Hill, and the very few people they trusted enough with the truth were gathered in a base while they waited for the Triskelion incident to calm down.

Fury stood by the window, a somber look in his eyes as he watched the rain slide down the glass. The sky was dark and the clouds gray, but he could also make out the several plumes of smoke wafting into the air from the crash sites of the helicarriers. It was hard to believe that a day hadn't even passed yet.

There was a buzz from inside his coat then. He cautiously took a phone from the pocket and saw a notification light up the screen. It was an unknown number, but he knew who - or what - had sent it. Fury always knew.

I am sorry, sir. I have failed my mission.

Fury, who was never one to show his feelings, let out a barely audible sigh. No tears fell, he didn't say a word, but he did feel a pang of remorse.

He was proud of you in a way. Not many would have the guts and strength to reveal themselves as you did, certainly not after so many years of hiding and paranoia. You had done a lot for SHIELD, and he respected you for it. You saved good agents, built valuable weapons, and even if you thought a plan was ridiculous you still listened.

Yet you were only human.

After being informed of all the details, he was extremely wary of the fact that HYDRA had repossessed the scepter. It was a dangerous weapon anyway, but now it was guaranteed to be used for bad.

Agent Hill entered the room then, her feelings vexed and torn.

"Sir?" She asked hesitantly. "Is it true?"

Fury kept his gaze on the phone in his hands and didn't even look up. "Agent Campbell is dead."

Hill immediately looked away, quite astounded by how much emotion she felt by the confirmation. It felt like just yesterday that you had awkwardly approached her for the first time and asked if she could train you to fight.

She had spent more time with you than she realized due to all the training, making projects, and even getting coffee during breaks. Not many saw it, but she could have considered you a genuine friend.

It was about a month after Thor had returned from Asgard in 2012.

Loki would be awaiting trial and for now the world was at peace once more. Well, the outside world anyway. You had just finished yet another practice round with Hill in which she had completely destroyed you.

Hill watched with an amused glint in her eyes as you dropped to the ground with a huff.

"Tired?" She quipped.

"Too much cardio." You grumbled in response.

She raised a brow, having heard that phrase at least three times during every session.

"You need to work out more." She said.

"I do!" You whined, picking at the mat aggressively. "I walk to the fridge and I run to the coffee machine and... And other stuff."

She crossed her arms, waiting for a better answer, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry, but me plus effort equals no go."

"You'll need to get used to it if you want to defend yourself." Hill shrugged, sitting beside you. "If you have any ambitions of becoming better, it'll take years of focus and hard work. How do you think I got here?"

She passed over a bottle of water which you eagerly took a long swig of before twisting the cap closed again.

"I'm not you." You eventually said.

"I know." Hill shrugged. "But we're more alike than you think."

You scoffed, clearly not believing the claim. "Oh, yeah? What's your poison? Did your dad also pretend you didn't exist for your entire life too?"

"Yes."

You blinked. "What? Really?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

You waited for her to elaborate, but she remained silent. "Well, come on! Don't leave me hanging, Hill. Spill the gory deets."

Maria Hill didn't trust a lot of people, that much was true, but she'd known you a long time now. She'd spent hours giving you advice on how to survive as an agent and knew pretty much all there was to know about you. Perhaps you were one of the few who deserved the favor returned.

"I never really knew my mom either." She confessed. "My dad didn't care. He was a drunk. Said I was responsible for all his problems. I got into the bad stuff, ended up with the marine corps, and then SHIELD. Haven't spoken to him since."

There was a silence after the short yet oddly detailed summary and you just stared at her for a moment before letting out a low whistle.

"Damn, girl." You mused. "I guess dads really can't do their jobs right."

While Hill smiled, she didn't encourage the mindset. "At least yours wants you home."

"Ha. That's funny."

"I mean it, Campbell."

"Okay." You sat there for a moment, considering it. "But what if I don't want to go home?"

Another silence followed your question and for a moment you thought the subject was being dropped. With that thought in mind, you raised your hand expectantly.

"Gimme five?" You offered. "Shitty fathers club? You can be the treasurer."

Hill cracked a smile, shaking her head as she reluctantly accepted the high-five.

"Yay!" You exaggerated a grin. "We're, like, totally besties now."

"Even so, I still gotta train you. Up you get, Campbell."

You whined again but she only laughed, easily hoisting you back to your feet.

Back in the present, Hill's mind had been running wild with possibilities and solutions.

"Project TAHITI." She finally suggested.

Fury looked up at last, an array of feelings settling inside. Of course he wanted you back, but he also knew exactly how you felt about that particular project.

You had said 'If I die, don't ever do that to me.'

He respected you too much to go against your wishes like that. Even if it worked for Coulson, he couldn't do the same for you.

"She wouldn't want that."

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tailsbeth-writes · 4 months

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Thanks for tagging me @duchessdepolignaca03! So this is my first one of these actually, thanks to timezones it wasn't Wednesday when I got tagged but nonetheless here we go.

So I don't have WIP excerpts right now, I'm a 'gonna write a fic to post straight after' kind of gal (this will change with a long project next year though) so instead I thought I'd post some bits from my fanfic idea dump plus some og fiction WIPs.

-The Prince & He (Working Title - coming 2024)

The Prince & Me AU for Red White & Royal Blue. Alex is at UT and Henry decides to study in America, he tells his family it's to find himself but really it's so he can get away from his overbearing royal responsibilities. (Looking for betas for this btw!)

Potential RWRB fic ideas:

-it's Alex & Bea who have cakegate and after damage control, the queen thinks they should start a courtship... Alex & Henry have other ideas though (want to explore gendered differences, the damage control would be so different with Bea and I think I'd like to make her asexual & explore that within a structure of tradition)

-5+1: times that Alex was clearly being hit on by a dude but was completely oblivious & Henry is obviously the one (🥹)

- Potential song fic - Wasia Project: U Deserve - Nothing But Thieves: Do You Love Me Yet? - Liz Lawrence: I'd Rather

Original Fiction: Decompose

Near future London has been segregated by means of a new medical test, each sector representing a level of productivity. After going through the kitted out MRI machine, twin Harry Thorpe is wrongly moved from his comfortable life in the highly skilled sector where technology rules and excellence is expected, to the unskilled sector which seems stuck in the past but with much more variety.

Between alien customs and new romances with classmates, he discovers his own power hungry mum is trying to bring in the One Child Policy and that is only the beginning of her plans. Harry and a group of rebel social workers and civil servants might be the only thing that can stop her.

This is my first novel, it's young adult sci-fi, focuses on equality, chronic illness & disabilities, diversity, government corruption, found family, rebellion. It's got a diverse cast led by Harry, who is a soft pansexual bookworm with a sweet tooth. I'm currently editing & looking for beta readers for the next draft.

When You Get The Chance

My next book project is still very early days but it's a very queer holiday romance.

Coral 'Corey' Henderson is on holiday in Majorca for 2 weeks, her sister missed the start of the holiday leaving her alone. Enter Alice Ortiz, a member of an Abba tribute act performing at the hotel.

All of Abba Nice Day are queer, Corey is a ginger plus size Scottish lesbian event planner, Alice is a bisexual Geordie (half Spanish) who loves singing but also wants to go to uni to study politics. This book will explore family dynamics, dementia, biphobia, body image, protesting & finding your purpose. I'll do a call out for betas when we get to it!

Congrats if you made it through all this! I'm tagging @cl4r3m0nt @heybuddy-drabbles @candyspandemonium @firenati0n @nontoxic-writes & whoever else wants to do this! Tag me, I'm always looking for writer pals 🥰

(20/12/2023)

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burtonandtaylor · 3 months

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Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton Find Paradise On ‘Night of the Iguana’ Shoot

PUERTO VALLARTA, MEXICO — Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton have discovered paradise – and they freely admit it.

In this tiny, tropical village they have found their heaven on earth, where they can openly display their love for each other, freer than they have ever been from notoriety and criticism.

In an exclusive interview with this reporter, Burton explained that he and his Elizabeth are now in process of buying a home in Puerto Vallarta, that they have found contentment here that has thus far eluded them in the other places they have traveled.

“Half the people here,” he explained, “have never heard of Elizabeth. The other half might have heard of her, but couldn’t care less about her behavior. The natives allow us to live our lives, to act ourselves.”

He grinned disarmingly, as if unaware his statements were newsworthy, and explained, “Elizabeth and I have already put in an offer on one home. It was on the market for $40,000. Unfortunately, when the owner discovered we were the bidders he jacked up his price to $60,000 and we backed out. I am sure of this, however, If we keep looking we will find another home here that pleases us. “This much we’ve decided: we do want to live in Puerto Vallarta. It’s paradise.”

It is understandable that both he and Miss Taylor should have fallen so in love with this tropical village. For here they have been able to act much like honeymooners blissfully in love.

Local cab drivers point out to tourists “Casa Kimberley,” the luxurious villa nestled high on a rocky hillside where the famous couple live together.

Each morning a candy-striped jeep, boldly inscribed on its side with the words “Casa Kimberley” calls for Burton at the entranceway of the house. The actor jumps in beside the driver and, as the jeep makes its perilous way down the cobblestone streets, narrowly avoiding pigs, burros, and half-naked children, Burton will turn to wave a last goodbye to Elizabeth, standing smiling down at him from the balcony of their home.

Around noon, the jeep will return for Miss Taylor and drive her to the beach where she will board their boat, “The Taffy,” to make the 6-7 [corrected] mile trip down coast to Mismaloya, the location site of Burton’s film, “Night of the Iguana.”

After spending the afternoon with him, on the set, they will board the boat together shortly before dusk to return to Casa Kimberley.

During the evenings, the couple will dine alone at home or will join friends in one of the six restaurant-bars in town.

Even to one spending just a few days in Puerto Vallarta, it becomes obvious that the charm of this tropical land has had its magical effect on Liz and Burton. Where they tried deliberately not to be seen in public in both Rome and London, here in Mexico they make almost a show out of publicly acting like a couple in love. Their attitude seems to say: “We adore each other and are proud of it. We want the whole world to know how we feel.” There is not a soul in Puerto Vallarta who could remain oblivious to that fact.

I first became a witness to their love while standing on my hotel balcony one evening, mesmerized by the glories that nature was unfolding before me. The heavens seemed to be on fire. The sky, grey with the promise of night, had been touched by unseen fingers of fire and turned shades of gilded red and gold. The sun, resting briefly atop a low hanging cloud before its final descent, spilled a trail of liquid amber along the tropical waters, then slid silently into the sea.

It was twilight in Puerto Vallarta, one of the most thrilling spectacles offered anywhere in the world. The coconut trees lining the shore were now bathed in partial darkness and swayed to the rhythm of the surf as a mild tropical breeze arose.

Unexpectedly, from the horizon, a ship approached, killed its motors about a hundred feet from shore, and drifted silently, lifted gently and unprotestingly by the gentle push of the waves. The ship was the “Taffy” and from its cabin Elizabeth Taylor emerged, climbed to the bow where she poised for a moment, then disappeared into the sea, cutting the water with an expert and graceful dive. A moment later she surfaced and waved to Burton who stood at the stern of the craft. He called, “I’ll see you on shore, luv,” and made a motion to the native captain to resume the progress of the boat.

It seemed but moments later when the actress’ powerful stroke had carried her to the beach. There, like a child confident she is safe from unseen eyes, she pranced upon the sand, shaking her head to free the sea water held captive in her hair. She stood for a moment, her arms outstretched in a gesture of abandoned happiness, then skipped back into the surf, laughing with delight as the waves playfully slapped at her legs.

“Elizabeth,” Burton’s voice broke the stillness as he came trotting down the beach to meet her. They embraced, clung to each other for a moment, then walked arm in arm to an awaiting jeep. They were going home.

“Elizabeth is very happy here,” Burton confessed to me the following day. “We both feel we’ve found heaven.”

He proceeded to explain why. “Here in Puerto Vallarta we can be ourselves. Last Sunday, for instance, we decided to take the boat and spend the day with Liza on a deserted beach along the coast. At least we thought it was deserted. After dropping our gear on the sand and spreading out our towels, we looked up and noticed several families of natives watching us from halfway up the mountain. I waved and they immediately began to approach, friendly and unafraid. They paid almost no attention to Elizabeth and myself. It was apparent that they didn’t have the vaguest notion who we were. But Liza, they fell in love with her. Even with my limited knowledge of Spanish, I could understand that they were telling us how beautiful she was, saying that she looked, with her deep copper tan, like a Mexican Niña.

When lunchtime came, I asked our visitors if they’d care to share our sandwiches. They were delighted, even happier to sample our tequila. Then it was time for them to treat us. They invited us up to their hut, to share their tortillas and beans – and their local brew. Elizabeth and I sat on the dirt floor of the thatched hut, sharing the simple food that the women prepared for us over an open fire. And, while Elizabeth and I basked in those golden moments of anonymity, Liza enjoyed herself playing tag in the jungle outside the hut with our host’s children.”

For over two hours Burton talked of the life he and Elizabeth have found in Mexico. Never did he say “I”. His statements always began with “we.” Charming and suave and very much a man of the world, he none-the-less gave the impression of a person as overwhelmingly in love as a teenager smitten with his first affair of the heart.

Sitting with him in the thatched roofed bar at Mismaloya, little more than a clearing out of a lush forest overgrown with wild banana and coconut trees, he pointed in the direction of the Taffy, at anchor in the breakwater. “You know, of course,” he offered, “that Elizabeth named the boat after me. Remember the rhyme, ‘Taffy was a Welshman. Taffy was a thief? …'” His blue eyes shone with pride and he seemed all at once like a boastful small boy, proud of his mischievous behavior.

This impression remained as Burton continued to speak. Charming, a marvelous story teller, he seemed bent on disclosing the intimate little details of his affair with Elizabeth Taylor. “She is my woman,” his attitude proclaimed.

Yet, though Elizabeth Taylor might be a woman in love, a woman who is now acting like an ecstatic bride, she proved a few hours later that, like women everywhere, she has her moments of annoyance with her man, when anger and possessiveness can erase all other feelings.

On that particular day, because only a half days shooting was scheduled, she had decided not to make the trip to Mismaloya. Instead, she waited for Burton at “Casa Kimberly, expecting him to arrive home by two o’clock in the afternoon.

He, however, chose that day to rebel. A terribly gregarious person who seems complete only when he is surrounded by people, he sat talking with me for several hours, though he knew Elizabeth was waiting at home. Then, urged by his secretary who warned in whispers, “Miss Taylor will be upset,” he reluctantly arose and offered me a ride back to the mainland on his boat. We had begun to leave the bar when he spied Director John Huston and Ava Gardner at a corner table and made his way over, “Just to say hello.” It was more than an hour later when the frantic secretary finally persuaded him to board the boat and it was past 6 p.m. when we finally docked at Puerto Vallarta. Elizabeth’s houseboy, sent down to the water’s edge to try to locate Burton, rushed up to him and explained nervously in Spanish that Miss Taylor was very upset, had sent him to the beach three times earlier that afternoon to find him.

If Burton was worried over Elizabeth’s apparent wrath he gave no indication, just smiled, bestowed a kiss upon my cheek as he bid me farewell and said he’d probably see me later in town.

As it turned out, we did see each other again. That evening he and Elizabeth appeared together at the Hotel Rio, in the center of town. Whatever disagreement they may have had over Burton’s tardiness obviously resulted in no more than a lover’s quarrel for she sat beside him now, her face glowing with adoration as they sipped their cocktails and made love with their eyes. When they left a short time later, it was arm and arm, walking to the jeep that would take them down the cobblestone streets to their home.

Neither Richard Burton nor Elizabeth Taylor will discuss the possibility of their securing divorces from their present mates, yet there in Mexico such complications seem something that bothers them little. They are honeymooning. They have found their Shangri-la and if there is an Eddie Fisher and a Sybil Burton giving statements to the press in the United States – well, such things belong to another world, cannot penetrate the blissful state that has enveloped them.

Honeymooners are not uncommon in Puerto Vallarta. Its beauty and picturesque setting make it a lover’s paradise. Perhaps this is why the local citizens seem to be able to take Liz and Burton’s actions in stride. They point with pride to ‘Liz’s house, the Casa Kimberley.’ They comment on Lisa’s beauty. Yet they seem highly unconcerned with the notoriety that has surrounded Liz and Burton in other parts of the globe.

In a blue negligee she stands, waving to her lover as he leaves for a day’s work. In the neighborhood grocery shop she will wander, seeking some delicacy to delight her man when he returns home at night. In a picturesque cantina she sits, her eyes never leaving the face of the man with whom she is sharing paradise. Her hand reaches out to find his and she smiles, her violet eyes alight with rapture. Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton have found their heaven on earth. It’s possible that they feel they can cling to it forever here in this Eden-like village. They will buy a home high in the hills overlooking the sea where few will see and no one will are about their behavior. And if they must return to civilization – to a curious press, to demands from estranged mates, to a society shocked that they won’t conform to acceptable behavior — their return will only be a temporary one. And they will be able to tolerate it, knowing that they will return to the heaven they have found on earth where they can openly acknowledge their love. And where no one will judge them.

By Marilyn Beck

Published November 1963

#richard burton #elizabeth taylor #burton and taylor #vintage #old hollywood #love #black and white #1960's #Mexico #puerto vallarta #love story #love love quotes #quote #forever love #love quote #lover #old hollywod glamour

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infallible-dreamers · 1 year

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If I could tell the stars about you

11/11 finale

Finally finished... 84 years later. Read it on AO3

Alex walked back through the Pony doors alone. The encounter with Michael still playing in his mind, kept a subtle smile on his face. Michael had the guts to admit what Alex had been feeling for some time. But Michael, between kisses just whispered a tender apology and quiet admission of how he’d been feeling. And Alex knew the years of egos and poor communication couldn’t be solved in an instant, he just wanted to be kissed by the cowboy.

As he grabbed his jacket, he caught Liz’s eyes. She was short but as perceptive as a hawk, abandoning Max she bounded over. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” He replied, it wasn’t a lie.

“Wait, really?” Liz looked apologetic, before whispering, in front of her oblivious fiance who had caught up, “I can send these guys off.”

Alex simply laughed and put his arms through his jacket sleeve, telling her not to worry. “I think I should probably call it a night.”

She studied his face, and then finally sighed, unable to figure out what exactly had changed in the last quarter hour, “Okay, but I promise next time it’ll just be us.” Alex nodded.

Michael didn’t come back into the pony. Alex expected the other to have followed him back in at some point, at least say goodbye to his siblings.

Alex was surprised to see the cowboy still standing by his Jeep. Michael bit his upper lip trying and failing at hiding the elation he had when he saw Alex approach through the parking lot.

“You waited?”

“Of course, we’d said we’d talk?”

Alex let out an exasperated chuckle, still processing the surreal night. “I thought you might have left…”

“Nah… just couldn’t face Isobel.” He said, “they kind of know how I feel about you now.” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as Alex's lips formed a tight line and he lifted a brow, “She would know what’s up as soon as she saw my face.”

“You told them?”

“Is that okay?”

Alex nodded, “I didn’t think you would.”

Michael took a step forward and slipped his hand into Alex’s jacket onto his back, “Well, I wanted to… We’re not the same kids we were back in highschool…” Michael paused as he continued to stare at Alex for assurance that he might agree, “in the back of a pick up truck… wishing on a shooting star.”

Alex’s eyes widened as the memory came flooding back, he’d almost forgotten. Lying lazily in the bed of the pickup, trying to spot a meteor amongst the thousands of stars littering the Roswell summer sky. Stars not too different from tonight. Alex couldn’t remember what he wished for at the time, he’d never thought he’d get it. Michael had wished for home, and now felt like he’d found it.

“Feels different now between us.”

“Yeah… it’s better.” Alex grinned, which brought a smile to the cowboy’s face. He reached out for Alex’s face with his free hand and gently caressed his jaw, thumb running along his cheek and coming to rest on his earlobe. Alex melted into the touch, taking a long blink before he placed a soft kiss on Michael’s mouth. He could feel Michael’s fingers slip lower on his back and hold him tighter.

They parted as Alex offered to drive them to his house to talk. The drive felt quick, and paradoxically just as long and the inevitable doubts started to creep in.

“Do you think you can be happy with someone like me?”

Alex’s face contorted and concentration shifted from the road a moment to Michael, before softening when their gaze met. There wasn’t any sarcasm or anger, instead restrained hope as Michael continued watching Alex drive.

“Michael. You know what annoyed me most? More than you being a complete tool? How much seeing you made me hopeful…” Alex sighed and seemed embarrassed as he looked pulled to a stop in his driveway, “even when you were pushing me away. I was still drawn to you… like something…”

“Cosmic…”

The words were taken out of his mouth and Alex nodded, staring at Michael with affection. He quietly got out and Michael followed him like a satellite. Michael watched curiously as Alex unlocked his front door, the airman’s mind turning over at a rapid rate.

“Mpmhh…” Michael groaned as soft lips crashed onto his, and they fell through the open door. Alex’s arm wrapped over his shoulders to steady himself before he fell backwards, and his tongue slipped into Michael’s open mouth. Michael’s free hand shut the door and returned opened mouth kisses as they stepped further into Alex’s unit, before he stopped, “You sure?” Michael gathered all his self restraint not to just kiss every inch of Alex’s skin, “Not that it wasn’t fucking epic last time, but it kinda ended pretty shit.”

“I think that has more to do with us… than the sex.” Alex admitted, “How about this, Michael, I won’t leave without talking if you don’t?” Michael could feel blood rushing south at the way Alex smirked, biting his lip to hide his amusement that Michael’s hands had already found their way under his shirt.

“God Alex… you’re going to be the death of me.”

Alex chuckled into another kiss, as he moved them towards the bedroom and both fell onto the bed. There was no urgency as Alex let Michael kiss down his neck, latching on above his collarbone, swirling his tongue at the growing bruise he’d left. Alex could feel his t-shirt getting stretched and pulled away to simply take it off, he urged the cowboy to do the same. Michael peeled off his shirt and kicked off his jeans and climbed up next to him, Alex gently guided Michael’s mouth to find his own again. His hands ran down Michael’s chest, fingers gliding through coarse chest hair before his lips followed, sucking on the areas that made Michael curse out loud. One hand around the base of the shaft, Alex smirked before he flicked the tip with his tongue smearing precum with his lips, making Michael reflexly tighten the grip in his hair. Alex unfazed teases and kisses before he takes it all in. He bobs on the cowboy’s dick looking at one point to meet his eyes right before Michael swears as he reaches his release.

Then Alex pulls off slowly with a couple more flicks of the tongue and leans away. Attempting to fumble with his own jean button, and felt Michael’s fingers replace his. “I’ve got it.” Michael asks for permission before sliding down his briefs with his jeans. Alex’s quads unilaterally tensed, Michael placed a gentle kiss to the inside of his thigh to relax his knee, before he slipped the jeans all the way down to confirm exactly why he was tense. All he wanted was Alex to be comfortable. Michael lifted a brow as if asking Alex if he, ‘was really going to be comfortable with his prosthetic on?’ Alex rolled his eyes, and this time allowed himself to completely relax.

“Fine, I'll take it off.”

Michael gives him space to take off the leg, watching carefully, in case he ever gets the chance to do it for Alex. As soon as the extra weight is gone, Alex finds himself pinned back on the mattress as Michael kisses him hard. Michael worked his way down again, down the crease of his abs and took Alex’s semi hard cock in his mouth and Alex didn’t hold anything back this time as he groaned loudly, bucking his hips. Michael moved his head to Alex’s thrusts, getting encouraged by each sound. He reaches his climax with a guttural moan and Michael smiles before popping off and licking his lips staring at Alex, his own dick hard and twitching once again.

“Bottom left drawer,” Alex huffs, coming down from his high, reading Michael’s mind. Leaning over to reach over, Michael is flipped on his back gripping the lube and condoms.

He chuckles at Alex’s earnest stare, and grabs the airman’s ass, pushing himself up on his elbows to reach for Alex’s kiss. He lubed up his fingers and pressed one finger around the rim before slowly pushing in

Alex groaned and fell into his shoulder, Michael hesitated. “No don’t stop.” Alex murmured as he breathed in Michael’s scent. Michael waited till he felt Alex relax before he moved his finger. He moved it back and forth until Alex was moaning, and then slipped in a second and then a third.

When Alex was finally ready, he moved his way off Michael’s hand and positioned his hole with Michael’s cock. Bracing his hips, he felt Michael shift forwards and he took him in. Alex moved from Michael's shoulder to rest his forehead again Michael’s own, as they both murmured sweet reassurances to each other, and then Michael moved and his hand wrapped around Alex’s own dick and the pleasure takes over and he meets everyone of the cowboys thrusts until he buries himself in the nape of Michael’s neck, muffling his moans as he comes.

Michael kissed him sloppily as he reached his own climax and they fell into each other, reverberating off their highs.

Alex feels Michael kiss the top of his head, but too tired to open his eyes, he lets himself fall asleep in the cowboy’s warm embrace.

—

If last night had been all in his mind, Michael was content just staying asleep. But there was a weight on his arm and he could feel the tickle of hair resting near his neck. He willed his eyes to open to see Alex on his phone typing out a message.

“So. I wasn't lying in a ditch having a fever dream…” Michael with his self-deprecating laugh continued in a content grin as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

“Hope not.” Alex murmured, putting away his phone down on the side table and turning to meet the cowboy eyes that were staring down at him. “So…”

“So…” Michael repeated with a smirk, fingertips grazing Alex’s cheek.

Alex leaned up and quickly placed his lips on Michael before he fell back into his pillow. Michael chased his lips, hands cupping his face. Their kisses grew fervid and soon Michael was leaning over him kissing his way along the lightly stubble jaw.

“Do you need to get that? It’s been ringing all morning.” Michael hadn’t even heard it over being enthralled by the man beneath him, from Alex’s expression it had been going a while.

“Do I have to?”

Alex smirked and pushed his chest away, forcing him to get up, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Michael whined but sat himself and grabbed his jeans off the floor, fishing his phone out of his pocket to see who had the audacity to steal his moment with Alex away.

“You little liar!!” He immediately winced and even Alex could hear the squeal from his side of the bed. Alex got up and slipping whatever he could grab on, grabbed his crutch from behind the headboard and mouthed he’d just be in the kitchen. “You thought I’d miss your truck in the parking lot!!”

“Seriously Is…” Michael watched Alex go, he wasn’t even leaving for good, it was his goddamn house, but he wanted him back in his arms.

“Don’t tell me you got an Uber! I know you don’t have the app.”

“I didn’t.”

She dropped the faux vexed attitude immediately at Michael’s honesty, he could hear the excitement in her voice, “Was it Alex?”

“Yes.”

As he let her get all her excitement out in the next minute as he looked around the room, it was the first time he’s actually been able to see it properly. Taking in the little splashes of personality that Alex had made to his bedroom, framed movie posters hung on the wall behind a dresser, wooden figurines and a mix of fiction and non fiction books neatly placed on top. It felt like Alex. Michael had almost forgot he was on the phone when Isobel's voice got even louder knowing full well Michael’s attention was elsewhere.

“See, this is why you should’ve told me sooner. I’m just that good.” Michael rolled his eyes, “Even if was just to pull your own head out of your ass.”

“Hey! We both had things to figure out, it just wasn’t our time then.”

Isobel's voice softened and Michael could imagine the look she was probably giving him, “What about now? Is it your time?

“I think so.” Michael smiled as he said it out loud.

“No seriously, Michael, I’m really happy for you.”

“Ok sure… sure. I’ve got to go now Is, don’t want to keep him waiting.” Michael murmured, before pausing “Also… thanks.”

–

Alex put a couple pieces of toast in the toaster, got a carton of eggs out of the fridge and grabbed a box of cereal, in case Michael wanted that instead. Once he put the kettle on and he leant against the counter for support, scoffing at his own broken mind. He couldn’t place the feeling he’d had since waking up that morning. He had been comfortable and on edge all at the same time. Some of his nerves had come from the very real but negligible chance he had misinterpreted Michael’s words, he wanted to be something in Alex’s life. It felt so different to that first night, falling into Michael’s trailer, yet he was still reluctant to trust his own emotions.

Michael looked disappointed when he sauntered out of the bedroom and into the small kitchen, with a frown he looked Alex up and down, “You got dressed.”

“Yeah...” The airman scrunched his face and put a scoop of instant coffee in the mug, “Not very hygienic to prepare breakfast otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t have minded…”

Alex chuckled and poured the hot water, “I’m sure… Coffee?” The cowboy nodded, and Alex prepared two before handing one to Michael. “Stop me if I’ve got it all wrong,” Alex paused and rubbed the nape of his neck, stalling, “but would you want to go on a proper date sometime?”

Michael's eyes widened as he heard it, before his face broke out into the biggest grin Alex had seen on the man, “Hell yes, Manes.” He’d already closed the distance before Alex even had a chance to exhale and Alex was thankful he let go of his mug over the counter because he staggered back. Michael caught his hip and then his lips.

As they pulled apart, Michael kept him in an embrace as Alex chuckled into his neck. Alex could finally place it.

He was happy.

#malex #rnm fic #michael guerin x alex manes #my writing #my fic #Michael guerin #Alex manes #rnm fiction #roswell new mexico #living up to its rating

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BODY THOUGHTS ESSAY PART 2/3

SF SUPPORTING CAST

mokubat knows his leanness makes latikam upset. reminds him of the occupation. but its whatever. Appreciates the fact that he is apparently Incredibly Sexy by mortal standards and uses this to his advantage to be as much as a slut as possible with them.

zumi puts on a brave face to hide that she is deeply insecure about the way she looks. She'd give everything to just look vazuvyn. Having a more feminine body shape would help too but its by far not her biggest problem.

susarikas's biggest problem is just moving around. his body was never meant to... be like this. Unknown to everyone he will grow into it and live an adulthood without inhibition but right now its awkward to deal with. He doesn't let it get to him as he has no fellow young vazuvyr to compare himself with (though this itself does make him rather lonely).

dusk is reasonably mixed. ellyon dominated media that makes the ideal body one that she could literally never physically obtain vs living in a strong gwenduraag community where her body is normal and average. She has reasonable insecurities but nothing noteworthy. However, she is oblivious to how pretty she is with her hair down.

liz loves her body. It took a lot to get her body the way it is. her only issue is she wishes she had casarin's huge caboose, then she'd be perfect lmao.

You may not like it but kayanit is what peak female performance looks like (big snake)

levis, a naturally thin conventionally attractive jewel ellyon, has never once had to think about how his appearance would be received. He is taking aging with grace btw, thanks for checking in, we were all so concerned.

im going back and forth with something about nerus so put a tiny redacted about something here. That aside, i have a whole other essay about him and hydrel's insecurities with being half faeren. Might post later idk. Know he worries about his looks but its not in his size or shape.

galan, like everyone* else in their family, has no reason to be insecure because they're all thin and conventionally attractive. admittedly though, he is somewhat insecure that he has zero physical strength. Man couldn't protect a woman from a salmon. But it doesn't get to him that much because he hides behind his intelligence anyway. I have a business degree I dont need to lift heavy things such as a bag of flour.

vaens didn't have any issues until his thyroid failed on him and he got fat. deeply insecure about the changes, worst of all despite knowing its just medical condition he contextualizes it as a moral failing; that its a punishment from god. it is some solace to him that his wife loves him all the same. disclaimer that this is not why he is an horrible person, just another symptom of the bigger issue of his religiosity.

morgan is both conceited in her appearance and insecure. Looks at everyone else and thinks "at least I dont look like that". Fully believes that thinness is a holy thing and deviation is the result of one's own moral failing. We don't see behind the scenes but while she admires vaens's power she also judges him harshly for his body, though she keeps that thought to herself.

adaen was a soft squishy nerd. Always tried to look tougher and meaner to compensate but failed miserably and ended up just looking softer and dorkier in the end. Wasn't strong like his brother but he was the funny one.

fjinmars was also on the soft side but in a way that was still a very idealized feminine look. She never had to deal with anyone giving her shit about her appearance. And the media cant get to her because she knows things that society does not.

no notes about kentras as i havent designed him yet

anrai was heavy set, being a wrestler before being deployed his size and shape was praised albeit not for his looks. After coming home from his first service he went from having a wrestlers physique to being plain fat. It was fine. It was truer to who he was anyways; a soft hearted guy who just wants to live a peaceful life and cuddle with a cute wife.

naljuun was never insecure of her appearance but of being a tiny helpless girl. Runt of the family and having grown up having to do manual labor which never seemed to be good enough. Doesnt like to think about it. Just glad that casarin took after his dad and not her.

#im not tagging everyone #i fuckgin said i had notes for everyone i meant everyone #sf

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donald-is-my-man · 2 years

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I believe this phrase defines Ressler better than any other told by any other characters, including Red.

And oh, did you catch the The Wonderful Wizard of Oz reference in Red's words? Hint, Tin Woodman, hint.

There’s something haunting about the way this phrase is told by Reddington. Not only because Red truly knows what it means because he’s experienced many losses along his way (and, subsequently, much of those were inflicted by him, directly or not), but also because this phrase captures the essence of Donald.

Grief. He’s starting his way in life with a loss and grief for his father, then—his brother, though it’s estrangement rather than death. Another loss nonetheless. He loses Audrey—not once, actually. Twice. I’m not sure whether Red (I mean, he knew everything about Donald, including the break-up with Audrey, so it’s quite possible he might’ve guessed she’d come back at some point in Don’s life) predicted Audrey coming back to Ressler, but indirectly he’s complicit of her death as well.

The last significant loss in Donald’s life would be Liz. I won’t go into debates about her and Donald and argue the one-sided nature of their connection. My opinion is based is solely on how I interpret Donald’s actions and language. Her death has crippled Donald. A final straw after which he hits the rock bottom, and reaches the point of self-hatred where nothing matters. His life, feelings, Reddington (yeah, take it or leave it, but the guy’d been a part of his life since the moment that file had landed on Donald’s desk), his job. What’s the point of fighting, protecting the innocents, what’s the point of doing good if he can’t save those he cares for and about?

Old habits are hard to break... But he’d never really broken them, hadn’t he? He’s way too good at hiding what’s beneath, where his most intimate desires, aches, and fear lie. Look with what ease he’s crushing those pills with the glass. And how effortlessly he lies to the doctors, who are completely oblivious. They see a man who needs help, not an addict. And he gets another fix. And another.

Everyone can see he’s hurting but let’s be honest—no one tries to actually make him sit and talk. Yes, they do offer their shoulder to cry on and confess, but... Honestly, it’s like standing on the shore and offering the drowning man a life jacket.

It takes Donald lots of will power and perseverance to be back from the abyss. He’s back, his inner self damaged and bruised. He’s picking up the pieces of himself. But Donald is crippled no more—he is slowly coming to terms with the fact that sometimes you lose. You lose this or that fight, you lose someone. It happens. Life happens. Can’t do anything about it. But to feel—or not to feel, be numb and silent, for that matter—is also alright. We're all humans, we all are designed to feel things. Nothing to be ashamed of.

I know there are good people out there. People I could connect with. People I should connect with. But I don’t. I can’t. Not yet, anyway.

Tin Woodman was looking for the heart, hoping the Wizard would gift it to him.

Donald, after so many years of deliberate ignorance of his own heart, has finally uncovered it.

And hopefully, he’ll find a way how to live with it.

#donald ressler #ressler meta&essay #gifs

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nobody7102 · 2 years

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I Don't Hate You: Chapter 4

Pairing: tasm! Peter Parker (Andrew) x reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

A/N: And here we are Chapter 4. Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for when new chapters come out.

Chapter 3. Chapter 5

Main Master-List

Series Master-List

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Letting out a huff, Peter observed the outer building of the club watching as people went in and out.

After a few minutes of contemplating his life choices, Peter pushed off from his spot and made his way into the club. Keeping his head down he brushed past people, making his way to the main floor.

Once the music blared through his ears he looked around at the club goers, searching the crowd before spotting Y/N and Mary Jane dancing towards the front of the crowd. Debating between joining them on the dance floor or going to sit somewhere, he opted for the ladder choosing to sit at the bar of the club.

“Parker!” the bartender beamed as Peter sat extending his hand to him “I didn’t think I’d see you here”

“Didn’t think I’d be here” he smiled back shaking his hand, going off to tend to the other parents. Looking over his shoulder he noticed Y/N making her way over to the bar.

Leaning against the bar, a few seats away from Peter, Y/N tried to get the attention of the bartender. Once she finally flagged him down she asked for two waters before looking around the club.

Rolling her eyes when she saw Peter sitting a few seats away. Making her way over to Peter she tapped him on the shoulder “If you’re planning on asking me out again, you might as well get it over with because this is getting really sad” she hummed once Peter turned to her.

He furrowed his brows looking at her “Do you mind, you’re kind of ruining this for me” he turned back pretending to be enamored with the music.

Y/N raised her brow at him before continuing “Ya know, I noticed that you’re not surrounded by your normal cloud of smoke”

Peter nodded “yeah I quit”

“You quit?”

Peter nodded again “Yeah, apparently it's bad for you” he hummed for a moment before continuing “These guys aren’t half bad… they’re no Bikini Kill… or Raincoats but they’re not bad.”

“You know the Raincoats?!” she yelled over the music

“You don’t?” he yelled back “You know… I was watching you dancing, you look very sexy” as he finished his sentence the music died down causing everyone to turn to look at Peter, his face flushed as he grinned realizing how loudly he had said that.

Raising her brows at him, she grabbed her waters before starting to walk away “Come to Johnny’s party with me!” he called out causing Y/N to turn back to him.

“You don’t give up do you?” she hummed

His grin grew bigger. “So was that a yes?”

She shook her head “No” before turning around

“Well, was that a no?” he questioned “No” Y/N answered back

He smiled “I’ll pick you up at 9:30 then”

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Looking between each other, Gwen pushed Liz to walk forward as they tried to head for the front door.

“Should have used the window” George spoke, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.

Gwen looked between Liz and the door before looking back to George “Hi Daddy” she hummed

Finishing up the page he was one, George closed the paper looking back to Gwen and Liz “Hi, and where do you think the two of you are going?”

Gwen smiled sweetly “Well if you must know, there's a small group of us getting together to study”

George raised his brow at the girls “Studying?....” Gwen nodded as he continued “... Studying… also known as an orgy?” he questioned.

“Dad!” Gwen hissed.

“It’s just a party Mr. Stacy” Liz smiled trying to help the situation.

George crossed his arms looking at Liz “And Hell is just a sauna Liz,” Everyone's attention turned to the stairs as Y/N made her way down them, oblivious to the conversation going on. “What do you know about a party?” Y/N shrugged.

Gwen shuffled, turning back to George “Dad, I already said I was gonna go. People expect me to be there!”

George shook his head “If you’re sister’s not going, you’re not going”

Turning to look at Y/N, Gwen raised her arms “Can’t you be normal and go to one lousy party?!”

“What exactly do you mean by normal?” Y/N raised her brow

“Normal as in, JJ’s party is normal!” she spoke through her teeth.

George furrowed his brows looking at the girls “What's a JJ?”

Y/N shook her head turning to George, “Johnny Jamesons’s party is just a lame excuse for all the idiots at our school to drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of distracting themselves from the pathetic emptiness of their-”

“meaningless, consumer-driven lives.” Gwen and Liz finished her sentence for her. Y/N looked at them in surprise at how predictable she was becoming.

Gwen groaned “Can you, for just one night, forget that you’re completely wretched and be my sister? Please?” She pleaded with Y/N “Please Y/N?!”

Rolling her eye’s, Y/N crossed her arms “Fine…. I’ll go” she hummed

“Yes!” Gwen smiled going to hug Y/N “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

George’s eyes widened “Oh god” he said dazed “It’s starting” he went to sit down.

“Calm down Dad, it’s just a party” Y/N hummed, grabbing her coat. “We’re going now.” she hummed

“Wait!” George called out, looking at the three girls “Alright, No drinking. No drugs. No kissing. No tattoos. No piercings. No ritual animal slaughter of any kind…” he paused “Oh god, I’m giving them ideas…” he trailed off covering his face with his hands.

Shaking her head, Y/N turned to open the door and was surprised to see Peter standing on the porch. “What are you doing here?”

Peter’s brow raised “9:30… right?” he watched as surprise still overtook Y/N’s face “I know I'm early.” he continued.

Shaking her head, Y/N pushed past him “Whatever. I'm driving”

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“So, then Gwen says that I was right.” Harry explained as he fixed the collar of his shirt next to Ned“That she didn't wear the Kenneth Coles with the dress because she thought it was mixing genres.” He smiled “And the fact that I noticed and this is a direct quote ‘really meant something.’” he paused for effect “Can you believe that?!”

Harry turned to Ned expectantly waiting for his response. “You told me that part already.” Ned finally answered fixing his hair

“Oh…” Harry paused “Sorry I've just been thinking about it all the time-”

Ned slapped his shoulder “Stop being so self-involved for one minute.” he motioned to himself “How do I look?”

Harry raised his brow “You look like my great uncle, Milton.”

Ned's shoulders fell as he sighed “You think I should lose the hat?”

Harry just nodded,

“Ugh” Ned fumbled around with his hair “Maybe you’re right…” he mumbled “I’m just so nervous. You know?” he glanced over to Harry “And I’m also very excited. I’m nervous and I’m excited.” he paused “It’s all very mixed up. I don’t know…” he shrugged.

“Okay, alright.” Harry placed a hand on Ned’s shoulder “Just calm down, Alright?”

Ned shook his head “The last party I went to was at Chuck-E-Cheese. You wanna talk about some fun?” Ned chuckled “That’s a good time”

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Upon entering the party, Y/N, Gwen, Liz, and Peter were met with blaring music and the cheap smell of alcohol wafting through the air.

Disappearing off into the crowd their group split up. Gwen and Liz going one way, Y/N going another, leaving Peter standing alone wondering which way he should go. As Peter drifted about, Ned emerged from the top of the stairs with a beer in hand. He approached two girls standing by the railing.

“Hi” he smiled “Ya know, I was thinking about getting a Tercel.” the girls looked at him in confusion “that’s a Toyota” he continued as the girls walked away he groaned looking at himself “I knew I should have worn the hat”

As Ned walked down the stairs he made eye contact with Peter who was following Y/N up the stairs and gave him a thumbs up, which earned a head shake from Peter.

Yet Peter’s attention was quickly taken away when a girl flung herself at him “Kiss me!” she pleaded

Looking around Peter quickly pushed the girl towards a guy sitting in a chair “Kiss him” he said before looking around for Y/N.

Making her way into the next room Y/N is met with the ungodly smell of body spray before Flash presents himself to her “lookin’ good tonight Stacy” he nodded, eyeing Y/N up and down.

Giving a surprised look, Y/N got closer to Flash “Wait-” she paused “was that?.... Did your hairline just recede?”

Flash’s eyes go wide as he’s flustered for a moment, before coming back to his senses, grabbing Y/N’s arm before she walks away. “Hey, where ya goin?”

“Anywhere but here” she smiled snidely.

He smirked right back “Your sister here?”

Y/N’s face immediately dropped “Stay away from my sister.”

Flash’s smirk grew bigger seeing her reaction “Oh I’ll stay away from your sister…” he paused leaning in to whisper to Y/N “But I can’t guarantee she’ll stay away from me.”

Before Y/N could say anything, Eddie came barreling into the room, shoving her aside “Flash we gotta go, there's a fight!”

Flash’s eyes lit up with excitement “Ooo! Fight!” before he ran off with Eddie to watch two guys slug it out in the living room.

“You guys, please!” Johnny yelled “Take it outside!”

But before anyone knew it the two crashed through the window onto the grass outside.

“Thank you.” Johnny sighed unsure what else to do.

Looking around Y/N started to push her way through the gathered crowd before she ran into Flash once again, with Gwen on his arm.

“Hey Y/N.” he smiled smugly “Look who found me.” as he and Gwen began to walk away Y/N grabbed her sister's arm.

“Gwen, wait!”

Yanking her arm from Y/N’s grasp Gwen shook her head “Look. I am busy enjoying my adolescence, so go and do the same.” Gwen turned, grabbing Flash's arm.

He smiled, mouthing “Bye bye” to Y/N as he and Gwen walked off.

“Unbelievable…” Y/N scoffed making her way back down the stairs onto the first floor. Looking around at her surroundings, she jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder

“Hey I’ve been looking everywhere for you” Peter’s voice echoed in her ears.

As he talked Y/N’s attention was caught by a tray of shots that passed them by, Peter’s face grimaced watching as Y/N grabbed two shots off of the tray.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hummed.

"I'm getting trashed, man." She mocked, mimicking the typical valley girl voice “Isn't that what you're supposed to do at a party?” she hummed while taking the shot.

Peter shrugged “Well-” he struggled to find the words “I say do what you want” he finally said.

Y/N scoffed “Funny, you're the only one who’s told me that” before she walked off into the crowd.

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As the night continued Ned approached another group of girls as he tried to impress them by dancing to the music, he smiled at them, which only earned him an eye roll before the girls walked away.

Shaking his head Ned started to make his way to the drink table but before he could do so, he felt a hand on his shoulder yanking him backwards.

“Hey, have you seen Gwen?” Harry’s voice echoed through Ned’s ears, looking around the crowds Ned and Harry searched for a new minute before Ned saw a streak of blonde wisp past them followed by Liz. He points in their direction

“Follow the sound of popularity” he pushed Harry towards the girls.

Nodded, Harry made his way over to the two girl, tapping on Gwen’s shoulder.

“Hi Gwen” he hummed

As she turned her eyes widened “Hi, Harry…” she looked between Harry and Liz before pushing Liz forward “Harry, you know Liz right?” she smiled

Harry nodded uncomfortably “Yeah…I umm… I think we have art together right?”

“Great” Liz nodded unamused.

Silence filled the air for a few moments before Harry spoke once more “You look great by the way” he gave a slight smile.

“Oh” Gwen hummed looking down at her outfit “Thank you” she shuffled in her spot.

“Well we all know that I look great” Flash came up behind the girls, wrapping his arms around their shoulders, smirking at Harry “Gwen, let’s go. We’re all congregating

around Mr. Cuervo.”

Gwen nodded then looking to Harry “Um, I’ll see you around, okay?” before she and Liz followed Flash.

As Flash led Gwen and Liz around the house, Liz broke off to chat with someone else, leaving Gwen with Flash.

“So I've got this thing going with the company that does the school’s yearbook” he said excitedly “Its gonna be huge!” Gwen nodded unenthusiastically “and I’m up for an ad for protein powder next week”

“Oh” Gwen furrowed her brows.

“I know it sounds kind of stupid, but...I get to do some acting” he explained “See” he stood in front of Gwen, striking a fairly simple pose, yet see dosen’t pay attention. “You see what I did there?”

Gwen raised her brows at him nodding “Um... uh huh…”

“That was underwear.” he smiled “I’ll show you the bathing suit” he stood again… striking the exact same pose as before, not noticing Gwen walk away with a look of disgust on her face. It takes a moment for Flash to notices absence but turns immediately to someone behind him. Showing them the ‘differences’ in the poses.

As Gwen maneuvered her way through the crowds she eventually found Liz, pulling her aside. “Is it just me, or does this party all of a sudden suck?” walking off with Liz, as they left the room they were in, Peter made his way into it searching the crowds for Y/N.

As he searched he eventually found Y/N just off of the dining room, who was already very drunk, standing with a fresh shot in her hand. Approaching Y/N, Peter tries to remove a shot glass from her hand.

“Hey hey hey!” He took the shot from her hand “Why don’t you let me have this one, huh?”

Y/N furrows her brows in annoyance and pulls the shot away from Peter’s grasp. “No! This one’s mine.” tilting her head back as she downed the shot, she hummed and started to walk away.

As soon as Peter went to follow her, Flash clamped a hand down on his shoulder, pulling him back. “My man! How did you get her to do it?” Flash cheered

Peter furrowed his brows “Do what, may I ask?”

“Get her to act like a human.” Flash responded.

Both were pulled out of their conversation when they heard a sharing of cheering coming from the dining room. They both looked around for a moment before notice Y/N climbed up on a table, dancing. Flash hums in approval as he rushes to watch.

As a crowd begins to form clapping and cheering Y/N on. Gwen followed the cheering into the dining room seeing Y/N she rushed off to a different part of the house.

Continuing her dance, Y/N spun around not paying any mind to her surroundings before she misstepped, and hit her head on the ceiling’s light fixture before she fell off the table.

Rushing to her Peter just barely caught her before she hit the ground. “Are you okay?” He searched her form with his eyes for any injuries.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” she pushed him away trying to sit up, but fell back again.

Peter shook his head “No, you're not fine, c’mon.” he urged helping her walk away from the table and down the hall.

“I just need to lie down somewhere.” Y/N hummed

Eye’s going wide Peter shook his head, leading Y/N outside “Uh, uh. You lie down and you'll go to sleep”

Y/N chuckled, “Sleep is good.”

Peter shook his head once more “Not if you have a concussion.”

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7-ratsinatrenchcoat · 1 year

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today marks the seventh day I am trying to make a thing inspired by one of the anons on Sullina's blog. the alternate universe I have spawned in these seven days is cursed . . . but not nearly cursed enough. you will see what i mean when i finally post the first part. After about four days i pulled my head out of the keyboard and realized 'actually I have no idea how to craft a psychological horror plot.' Then I kept writing because I cannot be stopped by common sense, only by the fear of accidentally butchering the Themes.

Do you have any SDS au headcannons with a horror twist? I have butchered the canon timeline fyi. Still a character-based show so my strategy has been to make everyone just a lil more unhinged with their original canon traits. Like for instance Diane's habitual accidental (???) killing of Ban and the general destruction she causes. That is not explored at all in canon. It's like woah she's a bit crazy, just did something that would kill a human (They thought Mel was human!!) like it was nothing and didn't even aknowledge that she physically assualted someone over a misunderstanding (forest of white dreams). Meanwhile Ban has definitely killed people. But idk how much from canon I should veer off from in a horror adaptation au.

I've turned merlin into the mess she was always meant to be but I'm not gonna write a scene about that. Just imagine her doing unhinged chaos research while the newly assembled sins are barely getting along and no one is adressing the underlying issues of that. And then imagine one crisis is resolved only for merlin to burst out of her lab covered in soot, having abandoned the mission entirely, and declare that she's gonna ressurect god. And during the chaos Meliodas has to do a species reveal or risk them killing Merlin, who is broadcasting "I am at least half possessed" vibes and not listening to reason. dark crowded hotel room vibes the whole time. the demon reveal only makes things worse and merlin takes the opportunity to try to cast her spell. It backfires and would have killed everyone in the city if not for Meliodas's quick thinking. (Think that would be a wake up call, the events of Belualin happening again? imagine a shrunken merlin being in tears because that's defnitely how she is the next time they see her. not right after the disaster tho she's ditched) The kingdom is like wtf we are exiling you all, and the sins disband.

there's all the background info I haven't written down yet for season one. depending on how much of my time and braincells I want to pour into this, the sins becoming exiled from the kingdom they're supposed to be protecting could become a running gag among the sins. Like how many kingdoms are we not allowed in now? 2? Bet we can hit 5 by the end of the decade!

by now hopefully you are curious as to what's going on in my brain. And where the heck Elizabeth Liones Baltra and the others are if this is what's happening in season one. I have answers. Our sweet sweet girl is getting some real character development this time. (Several times acutally but that's a secret just between me and you shhh. The main horror I was able to inflict on this au so far is just dramatic irony. Not just what might happen as a consequence but also that secretly, quietly, someone knows. The obliviousness is enabled.)

I am a little in love with my own ideas here. I am spawning more as we speak.

If you are want to come up with a Thought for this, hit me with em! i welcome quirky traits to give an Elizabeth as well.

also Liz. I'm writing a whole thing for her. She is integral to the plot. as she should be she's great but also? I realized I don't know how to write Liz lmao. Oh well. she's a sweetheart. she can kick Meliodas's ass. she knows what healthy boundaries are and her kindness and selflessness is stronger than her fear. what more do we need.

also Mel knowing he can make connections and wanting to despite everything. he can hate himself for the Other reasons this time. the sad demon can have good fun

PLEASE THIS SOUNDS SO COOL. I want more of this so bad, the dramatic irony trope is so much fun. I would absolutely love more Ellie details, I made a post a while back about superhuman traits the Sins could have (it might have been a reblog? I think it was a reblog). If memory serves some of the Meliodas ones I had were seeing a little too well in the dark, detecting lies really easily, stuff like that. Something that would qualify the Sins as humans but a little to the left, if you know what I mean. I'd love to do a headcanon swap about your AUs and mine if you're up for it!

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theredandwhitequeen · 2 years

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Roswell New Mexico episode 2 Crash down on fire Alex and Michael at home Anatsa taking pictures Kyle at deep sky Max and Liz Max talking Max Liz science St Elmo’s fire Earth science Press conference Liz working at crashdown Isobel and Anatsa at crashdown Believes in aliens Put Isobel to work at crashdown Press conference Graham is back Plasma activated bugs in our brains Museum pop up Alex, Dallas and Max Make sure Gustin stays out of trouble Allie Meyers wife Visionary futurist Partnership Gift Locust Robber aliens Broken car Every song is about falling in or out of love Came out of pods 6 months ago Kyle being flirted with at hospital by patient granddaughter Cute Anatsa at hospital Only people who remember is someone under a desk Text to Isobel Michael and Liz Locust kind of beacon Jenna and Max Wedding waltz Vault door open from inside 1 box taken from Los Cruces Dallas is here Mind reading cam Base is missing off lamp Robber aliens Eating Armageddon hasn’t happened yet Changing it is not what we came here to do Oh dear Max and cam Forgotten they were there Cam Attracted to Dallas Alex and Michael Emits frequencies Like a piece of alien tech i don’t like being apart from my alien Liz teaching Operates like a Tesla coil Bonnie and Clyde Keeps us from our destiny Max and Jenna and Dallas Lights flickered when they left Graham Green pop up Isobel and Kyle at hospital Talking about Anatsa White lies are still lies Liz and Max Crashdown lunch Feels like failing Vanessa Calls Michelle Valenti Walt and Michael Yay walt Sciencing You don’t trust Alex to take care of it I love Walt Walt is love Graham Green’s galactic gulch Anatsa, Max, Dallas, Jenna Collective amnesia Woman in fringed jacket Anatsa is trying to ask questions I don’t know where the line is If you won’t give me a story, I’ll get it on my own Saw Bonnie and Clyde. Anatsa no Jenna and Graham and Dallas The language of the ancient travelers Liz and Allie’s wife Where is Allie now? Mexico last I heard Have a daughter Life is a marathon not a sprint I think I like her Anatsa, Graham and Bonnie Isobel Max and Jenna Clyde You’re doing such a good job of oblivious Max Max doing Alien stuff Put down the magic hands Ophiucus again Trying to act like Jones Liz at crashdown with Vanessa Talking Potential College scholarship Give a job at crashdown from Arturo Alex and Michael You are my home and I trust you to take care of my dreams. Always. I will come to you. I have faith our relationship can survive being apart Alien glass Oh my god. Kissing. Alex is going missing isn’t he Beautiful Anatsa and Isobel talking Sort of Using powers on Anatsa Sadness Max and Liz I made a new friend…. Wine You are my person Max Evans ….I had to pretend to be Jones…. You’re helping me find my center and I’m helping you find yours. Alex on the road leading Roswell Dallas working, jenna flirting, no go The pod squad is lucky to have you Alex Isobel saw Kyle with girl Alex fell Quick sandman’s aliens I don’t think ibwill You’re jones contingencies plan No Scary Upsetting

Kyle being flirted with and going on a date

I miss Maria and Rosa

Alex and Michael being romantic

Is Alex being missing because he hurt his back or because they can have him out of a few episodes?

#roswell new mexico #4.02 #my thoughts #alex manes #michael guerin #max x liz #kyle valenti #Dallas #isobel evans

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bluejay-writes · 1 year

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A sort of Fairy Tail - Chapter 12

Rating: T / PG-13, SFW.

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Relationships: 707/MC (Jaena)/Saeran

Chapter 12 Wordcount: 2828

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Chapter 12: Closure

“So, you’re leaving for how long?” Liz looked sad, her eyes bouncing between them.

“About a month, all told.” Jaena said, smiling awkwardly. “I promise to tell you as much as I can when I get back, but you have to promise not to nag my dad for info, okay?”

“I’m still so confused about your dad just appearing one day even though you never once mentioned him, and you apparently know Saeyoung Choi?”

Next to her, Saeran chuckled. “All will reveal itself in time, Liz. You just spend the next month convincing your boyfriend to come inside once we get back, okay? I want to meet him.” They all looked out the window at the boy in question, who flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette and stared into the aether past the shop windows, completely oblivious to their conversation. “He’s a mood.”

“I’ll try, Tyler.” She said, having taken his request seriously.

Jaena was prepared for what was going to happen the second they walked into C&R. They’d discussed everything with Jumin, well with Jaehee, ahead of time. There was a press conference planned where they were going to tell everyone about having been under witness protection, and how they were hoping to live a quiet life in Seoul outside of the public eye from here on. They’d planned it out. It should have gone smoothly.

Of course, it didn’t. How could it? One of the reporters noticed that their hair colors were a little off, so they had to explain their attempts to hide themselves given the high media presence surrounding the case. Another had pulled her records from SKY when she was studying under the name Jaena Grey, and asked why she’d used a different name for her studies than her legal name, and why wasn’t she going by her given name and instead her middle name.

Jaena, of course, hated being in the spotlight and didn’t have answers to these questions, and the reporters seemed to catch onto her lack of confidence in no time flat.

Thankfully, Seven was more prepared, and wrapped an arm around her waist protectively. It was a bit forward for public in front of reporters, but it got their attention on him instantly.

“Please, calm down everyone. My love is a bit shy, despite her interest in costuming. We registered her under a pseudonym to keep her public costuming face away from her private life, since her family are much more private people than she is. And if you know anything about witness protection, you know that changing notable features is important to keep yourself safe. Don’t worry. My perfect scarlet will be growing her signature red locks back out now that she’s safe again.”

Jaena blushed and leaned into his shoulder, and that seemed to quell the level of prying from most of the reporters.

“What’s your plan now? Are you continuing to host charity parties here in Seoul, or will you be pursuing other goals?”

Saeran smiled, and held out a hand when Jaena started to answer.

“Let me get this one.” he said quietly, and she nodded.

“While we were out of the public eye, Jaena and I spent some time with her family, and are planning on taking over the family business, with Saeyoung as well as Jaena’s father. I can’t say much more yet, as it’s still under wraps.”

The reporters asked more questions, but Jumin hushed them, and Jaehee herded the trio off of the stage. “Apologies, that is all the time we have today, these three have to head out for debriefing with the authorities, and need some rest after their long flight. Thank you for your kind attention today.”

The questions tipped to asking Jumin and Jaehee scandalous things about their relationship, which bounced off them, as neither seemed even the slightest bit surprised or even likely to answer the yelled questions.

“I was thinking…” Saeran said a bit later as they arrived at the bunker, “that I should go visit Rika and V in prison.”

“What?!” Jaena said, louder than was reasonable. “Why??”

“I couldn’t recommend it.” Seven agreed with Jaena’s reaction, but kept himself toned down. “They were spewing vitriol to the last, I guarantee they’ll only say things that hurt you.”

Saeran nodded, as if he’d considered these things. “It’s not about what they have to say to me, but about what I need to say to them. For closure. I never spoke to Rika when I left that day, and V…”

Jaena was still too shocked to say anything reasonable, so she kept her mouth shut. This wasn’t about her.

“You’ve been thinking about what you’d say to them this entire time, haven’t you?” Seven asked, quietly.

“Yes.”

“Then write a letter. Write it all out. Don’t give them a chance to argue with you or make you question your feelings. They’re skilled at that, remember?” Saeran grumbled, but at least seemed to be thinking on it.

“I understand the need for closure.” Jaena said. “There are still things I’d like to say to my Aunt, or even to Tangerine. Neither are an option for me anymore, but you’ve still got a chance. What do you get, though, saying them in person? Is there a benefit?” She wasn’t asking rhetorically, she actually wanted him to think about it.

Saeran paused to consider. “If I say it in person, they have to hear it. If I send a letter, how do I know they read it?”

Seven clapped his hands together. “To get anything to them, we’d have to send it through Jumin’s lawyers, and we could ask for proof. I’m sure they’d give us that.”

Silence followed, and eventually Saeran nodded. “Let me get it written down.”

“You do you, bro, we’ve got plenty of packing to do.” Seven said, ruffling Saeran’s hair.

Two days later, Seven looked down at his phone when it started ringing. Sensing a chance for a break, Jaena practically collapsed on the box in front of her. Packing was a lot of work, and she missed being able to just start over with nothing instead of needing to put things in boxes. After a minute or two, she started to tune back into Seven’s half of the phone conversation.

“You what?” “…” “And you have a recording?” “…” “Yes, to my email please, as soon as possible.” “…” “No, thank you, Jumin.” “…” “Yes, of course, I’m sure we can make time for that.” “…” “Alright, see you later.”

Jaena tipped her head curiously at Seven when he lowered his phone. “Jumin went and read Saeran’s letter to them in person, and has video proof. Oh, and he and Jaehee want to do dinner with the former RFA this evening. Something about big changes? He seemed a bit rushed at the end of the call.”

“Hm.” Jaena said quietly, and then smiled at Saeran who had appeared in the doorway at the bottom of the stairs.

“Is it time?”

The video was simple. It showed Jumin reading a letter Saeran had penned. V was clearly listening with intent, but Rika seemed disinterested in everything he was saying. The biggest moment was when V and Rika had opposite reactions to a statement. “We would have been safer and happier if you’d just left us with our mother.” V had looked ashamed, and tears were running down his cheeks. Rika just laughed, spitting something about they’d have died if they stayed another minute with her.

When the video ended, Seven glanced at Saeran who looked like he was going to vibrate out of his skin with anxiety, and called out quietly, “Jaena. Weighted Blanket Mode Activate.” Jaena turned to look at Saeran, and without a second thought crawled onto his lap and laid her head on his shoulder. It took longer than she’d have liked, but after a little while his hands came up to wrap around her, and his shaking started to calm down. Seven had reached out and put a hand on his twin’s shoulder, which also helped.

Eventually, Saeran spoke up. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive Rika for all of the hurt she has done to me, to others… but V… he was a victim, too.”

Seven nodded. “Yeah, he was under the influence of the Elixir as well, but he refused the deals they wanted to give him for testifying against Rika. He didn’t feel like he deserved a shorter or lighter punishment for the harm he’d caused others.”

“Of course.” Saeran shook his head. “V always took everything on himself. I think that’s why I was so angry when he tried to hurt Jaena. He’d never made choices like that before, and… he seemed to actually have the safety and health of the believers on his mind at all times. In hindsight, I think it was me leaving that was the real problem - he knew things were going to get bad if I went and was trying to stop it the only way he had available to him. I wish he’d left with me instead.”

“We would have been really squished in dad’s car.” Jaena said, trying not to laugh.

“You’d have loved being squished between the two of us.” Seven said, poking her in the leg.

“Nah.” Saeran said, quietly. “Now-Jaena would have. Then-Jaena didn’t know me well enough yet and it would have been awkward.”

“Oh my god Saeran.” Jaena said, a thought suddenly occurring to her. “Are you going to go back to being all goth punk whatever now that you get to stop being preppy Tyler?”

“Shit yes.” He said, grinning as her question broke the odd mood that had fallen. “You’ve had all the fun this last year.”

Seven laughed and then made and awkward squeak when his phone rang. It was Jumin again.

“This is Seven.” “…?” “Yes, we’ve watched it.” “…” “Ah, understood. We’ll head out shortly.” “…?” “Yes, all three of us.” “…” “See you then, Jumin.”

Jaena had been able to hear just enough to know that Jumin had questions for him, but not what those questions were.

“What did he ask?”

“He asked if we were coming together.”

Jaena blushed, and Seven punched her shoulder. “Not like that!”

“All three of us?” Saeran said, smirking.

“Not you, too!” Seven said, but broke down cackling anyway.

Depending on who you asked, Dinner was either rather fancy or a casual affair. (Yoosung and Jumin, respectively.) That said, everyone was so excited to see the twins and Jaena, who’d unsealed a couple cosplay boxes to find appropriate attire for the evening.

“I’m kinda sad we never had a party now,” Jaena said once they were all settled at the table. “You all clean up real nice.”

“I’m just glad I get to meet you!” Yoosung said, as much an exited puppy in real life as he was on the messenger, or his meTube channel.

“So.” Jumin interrupted before the conversation could get further derailed into Jaena’s presence the way it tended to these days. “I am certain you are wondering why I called you all here.”

“You’re not the only one with news, Trust Fund.” Zen said in a grumbling tone around the table from him.

“We’ll get to everyone’s news.” Jaehee said, holding out a hand placatingly.

“C&R is expanding its international headquarters. Starting next month, Jaehee and I will be living in the United States for the foreseeable future.” Jumin said, and then paused for the inevitable reaction.

The room was silent with shock, but Jaena couldn’t just leave it there. “The US is big, Jumin! Which city did you choose for your HQ?”

Jumin smirked. “I do not think you would believe me if I told you. Would you like to wait for tomorrow’s press release?”

Jaena grumbled, and Jaehee saved her, as usual. “The C&R International building is in Minneapolis.”

Everyone seemed confused. “Not New York or California?” Yoosung asked, and Jumin shook his head.

“Minneapolis must have low taxes. Or good business incentives.” Seven said, trying to sound smart.

“Neither.” Jumin said with a smirk. “Surely, the fact that real estate prices in the midwestern United States are far more reasonable plays a part, but in general, it is the variety of people and other corporate headquarters or major branches that are there. It is the most central place for us to start our expansion.”

Jaena covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

“What is it?” Jaehee said, tipping her head to show her question.

“You can come visit us for coffee!”

Jaehee pushed up her glasses. “The United States is much larger than most people give it credit for, it would likely be too long a trip just for coffee, but it will be easier to visit certainly without crossing borders.”

“No, Jaehee.” Saeran piped up, the first time he’d spoken since they arrived. “She means it. Our coffee shop is just south of downtown Minneapolis.”

“What?!” Jaehee was so startled, she knocked her glasses off her face. “Mr. Han. Did you know this?!”

Jumin shook his head. “Well. That certainly changes things.”

Zen sighed. “So…”

“You also had news, correct, Zen?” Jaehee said, settling her glasses back on her face, and pretending the shock never occurred.

“Ah, well, it seems…” he sighed. “I feel like I’m just riding this idiot’s coattails now. But. I’m moving to the states. I got signed by an agency, and I’ll be working Broadway shows for at least the next few years.”

“That is amazing.” Jaehee said, her glasses glinting, a feral grin gracing her lips. “Truly, a perfect choice for a perfect actor like you.”

“Holy shit, Zen.” Jaena said, grinning. “Lucy’s going to lose her mind.”

“She’s… moving to New York with me.” Zen said, his cheeks pink.

“Zen, you beast!” Jaena said, jokingly scandalized. “How’s she doing? I obviously couldn’t talk to her while I was hiding, and she hasn’t responded to my texts yet…”

“She’s as good as can be expected with her best friend missing. She’s working her residency, but that’ll be done at about the time I’m due to move.” Zen said, smiling softly. “And I promise, the minute she’s not working or sleeping she’ll probably fill your inbox with text. The woman can talk.”

“Someone’s in Loooooove.” Seven said, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Yeah, you.” Zen said, eyeing Jaena. “How do you put up with this idiot, girl?”

“I have his twin to temper his energy.” Jaena said candidly. “Both are required for sanity.”

Zen gave her a look that she couldn’t decipher, and behind her head, the twins shared a high five.

Their silliness was derailed, however, by Yoosung who was desperately trying to hold back tears, and failing.

“Yoosung?” Jaena called out to him, her concern leading her to shift so she could stand, but Seven beat her to it, having moved over to the blonde and wrapped his arms around him from behind.

“You… you’re all leaving me?” He said quietly, the words barely escaping around the choking sobs he was holding back. “This past year was already so hard. I don’t think I can do this alone.”

Jaehee looked uncomfortable. Jumin had an inscrutable look on his face. Seven’s face was buried in Yoosung’s shoulder, while Saeran looked completely out of his depth. Zen was crying. Jaena scanned their expressions, and responded in the only way she could.

“Yoosung… why not move to the states, too?” She said, as if it were the obvious choice. “I’m sure there’s a LOLOL team who would just die at the chance to recruit a Korean player.”

“But my English skills…” Yoosung said, awkwardly.

“Are better than you give yourself credit for.” Jumin said, in his usual deadpan fashion.

Yoosung hiccuped, but reached up to wipe his eyes. “Y-you think I could do it?”

“Without a doubt.” Seven said.

“You can stay at my old studio in L.A.” Jaena said. “That’s where most of the teams are, and my lease is still good for…” she bit her lip, doing some mental calculations. “Two months?”

“How?!” Yoosung looked at her confused. “You’ve been missing for more than a year!”

“I signed a 3-year lease when I got the place. To lock in the rent. It was worth it, at the time. I hadn’t had to disappear in years, I wasn’t expecting to need to do it again.”

“And you think it’ll be ok for me to live there?” Yoosung said, still a bit taken aback.

“Yeah. Subletting is a time-honored tradition.” She smirked. “Besides, I need to pack up my things from there yet, so… maybe we could fly together.”

“But what about visas and stuff?” Yoosung said, concerned.

“Pfft.” Seven said, right into Yoosung’s ear. “Easy peasy. That’s like a five minute fix.”

“Oh. Right. Hacker.” Yoosung said, and laughed softly. “Why was I worried?”

“Because you’re our innocent little puppy.” Zen said, candidly. “You worry about everything so the rest of us don’t need to.”

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Attune Your Ears (The Rewrite), Ch. II

Chapter 2 of 2 for "Attune Your Ears (The Rewrite)," an Essence of Ragnarok story. Previous version available here.

Eliza's true intentions are revealed.

Word count: 2,736 – Character count: 15,728 Drafted: March 18th, 2023 Revised: March 19th, 2023 –

Yeah, this still ends how you think it does. I'm not apologizing. Also, negative character traits, oh my gooo–

Joseph Lithius, Elizabeth Armstrong, "Essence of Ragnarok" series, and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li KMC

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It had been about a month since Eliza first asked Joseph to join her at home. Since that time, they had been meeting a couple of days on the weekends to… "become acquainted".

At first, it just seemed like a weird "bird" thing. He would sit down and let Eliza sit near or on him. She would chirp or whistle a little as she stroked one of his ears, then once he was relaxed, she would lean up and "preen" the other with her beak. Sometimes, though… things didn't go according to plan. Over time, the fox started to develop a lot of small nicks and things along his ears from where she had "slipped". There were a couple of healed spots where she had drawn blood, too. She hated hurting him like that… Not only did it make her feel incredibly guilty, but she seemed to have a clinical fear of the red stuff! It still worked in her favor, though, as her fox friend would immediately pull her in and comfort her. It wasn't something she planned for, much less intended for him to do… but she greatly appreciated that it was his instinct to do that. He gave pretty good hugs…

Through trial by fire, Eliza began to figure out the secrets of a good "ear preen". She would run the edge of her beak along the edge of his ear at a perpendicular angle, making sure not to move forward or backward… just "sideways". She still managed to cut loose some finer fur, here and there, but overall… it just made Joseph feel good. And that made her feel good. That was her end goal the whole time… learning how to "groom" his ears and make him smile. However… during their latest meeting, Joseph stopped her. When she leaned back and looked at his face… she realized why. He was blushing pretty hard…

"Liz…" he sighed, unable to look at her. "Liz, when… when you rub my ear, it feels so nice… Your feathers are so soft and your fingers are so warm… Plus, you're a lot more gentle than Kris is." The bird smiled, blushing a little. She never knew how to handle compliments. "B-but… when you start running your beak over my ears…" The fox sighed again before glancing up. "Okay… Don't… take this the wrong way, but… it feels nice. Like… really nice. As in… it feels really… really… nice. Do… do you get my meaning?" Eliza stared at him for several seconds, seemingly oblivious. "What I mean is…" Then… slowly, the bird leaned in… "H-hey, wait." And she started using her beak on his ear. "Nnn… nnn…" Which, once again, caused a reaction…

The warm blush grew under the fox's fur as he held onto Eliza's midsection. His breathing slowed and became heavier… One ear was delicately rubbed and tickled by her hand while the other was under constant assault by her sharp, cool beak. She was breathing into his ear, too… seemingly on purpose. He wanted to stop her again. But at the same time… he kind of didn't.

"L-Liz… Ah… haa…"

The fox squirmed and shifted beneath the friendly falcon in his lap. It didn't seem like she wasn't going out of her way to tease him. He wasn't sure she even realized what she was doing… Even when his hands started to roam along her back and slide down her fanned tail feathers… it didn't seem like Eliza had any plans to stop preening his ear. He knew he should have stopped her… He knew what might happen if she kept playing with his ears like that… However… the rational side of his brain had become clouded by all the good feelings. It felt incredible. It was addicting…! He wanted her to keep going… no matter what.

"I… I… L-Liz…! I…!" Joseph panted hard and his body trembled. He pulled the bird closer as she nibbled on his left ear. "Liz… Liz…!" His eyes shakily opened and he tried to focus on a random spot on the wall. His body was on auto-pilot as his brain came back online. However, even if he'd wanted to stop things… it was far too late. "Liii– aaaugh…!!" The fox threw his head back, passionately crying his friend's name. At least, he tried to. As his head went backward… Eliza's sharp beak cut a swath through the chocolate fur and tender flesh on the back of his ear. The sound he made was somewhere between pain and… and pleasure. All at once, the bird realized what happened. She leaned back, covering her beak and staring in wide-eyed… curiosity. She watched him spasm… heard him groan… and witnessed the effects of what she had done to the young fox. She should have felt ashamed, knowing what she'd done. However, behind those feathered hands of hers… was a big, proud smile.

She had accomplished… exactly… what she had set out to do from the first day.

As the fox began to calm down, Eliza relaxed her face. She feigned innocence, gingerly reaching up to stroke the ear she had been nibbling on… only to genuinely wince back. She'd felt something warm, wet, and sticky. Joseph's eyes shot open, his head clearing in an instant. He was quick to notice his friend violently wiping her hand on his shirt. When he looked up, he noticed an expression of near-hysteria on her face. He was pretty sure he'd heard her scream, too, but it didn't seem like she was making any noise, anymore. Her mouth just hung open and she desperately tried to wipe something off her hand. It didn't take him long to figure out what was going on…

Eliza was having a panic attack.

"Liz," he said with a slight pant. "L-Liz, hey. Look at me." The girl continued to hyperventilate, scraping her hand against his freshly-stained white T-shirt. She'd gotten blood on it… which absolutely did not help her situation. "Elizabeth," he called again, keeping his voice calm. She pawed at him a couple more times, clearly not paying attention. "Elizabeth," he repeated more firmly. She shuddered before finally looking at him. "Look here," he told her. "Focus on my eyes." Her gaze started to look elsewhere… "No-no," Joseph said, gently tapping her cheek. "Over here." She shivered… and slowly, she started to look back his way. "Right into my eyes, Liz…" he whispered with a smile. "Just my eyes." The girl shakily nodded before letting her eyes lock onto his. "Now… stay focused on my eyes. I'm going to carry you into the bathroom. Okay?" She nodded a little more… before outright burying her face against his collarbone. "Wuh– o-okay, that works, too… Eh heh…"

With some difficulty, Joseph gently picked the bird up, carrying her bridal-style into the rear of the house. Once they were there, slowly but surely, he managed to wash the blood off her hand. With that done, he made sure she was okay, then he politely asked if she would stay outside for a minute. She briefly tightened her grip on him before calming. She then closed her eyes and carefully left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. It wasn't long after that Joseph came back out, sans shirt and with a large kind of bandage over his entire ear.

"Thanks for being patient," he sighed, offering a comforting smile. "You did good…" She couldn't return the smile. She just looked worried… "Don't worry…" the fox whispered, gently cupping her shoulder. "I'll grab my dirty shirt when I leave." When she shook her head, Joseph tilted his. "What's wrong?" he asked. She gestured upward. "What? Oh, my ear?" The fox laughed. "Liz, I'm fine. Just a little tender. I'll heal!" Though he was smiling… Eliza couldn't stop fretting. "It's fine, Liz," he reassured her with a grin. "You can stop wringing your hands and giving me that look. Besides… the beak injuries make me look cool." For some reason, that finally got the girl to smile. "There's a pretty bird! Heh, I like seeing you smile…" He reached over, gently stroking one of her white, feathery cheeks. "It makes me happy." His smile warmed as she leaned in, cupping his hand with hers and rubbing her cheek against it. That feeling didn't last long, though, as it reminded him of what they were doing before she had her panic attack… "Liz?" When she looked up, he quietly told her… "We… we should talk about earlier…"

The mood was tense as Joseph sat on one side of the futon in the living room. Eliza had joined him on the other side. Neither of them could really look at the other… "Liz?" Until the former spoke up, anyway.

"Liz…" he began, looking right at her. "Liz, did… does… does what we did… c-count as 'cheating'…?" The hazel-eyed bird blinked a couple of times. That clearly wasn't the question she'd expected him to ask! "I… I know you probably… I-I mean, you were just having fun, right? You didn't mean to actually… y-you know…" He blushed hard, looking down and folding his ears before shakily whispering the words, "S-set me off…" Eliza kept calm. She felt guilty about pushing him so far… Proud, but guilty… And yet, that sweet, innocent fox had given her the perfect escape! She was home free! "Liz…?" So… why, then…? "Er… L– Liz…?" Why… didn't she take it?

Joseph blushed harder than ever. Without a noise, that pretty bird had shuffled over and leaned into him. She nuzzled his shoulder with her cool beak and gently stroked a hand over his chest, quietly chirping… It was pretty obvious what she was trying to tell him. "So… it was on purpose…" He looked away, spitting a curse. He was hoping that wasn't the case… "You knew what was going on the whole time… but you just kept on pushing…" When his tone changed, Eliza leaned back and looked at him. The fox looked… conflicted. Again, not something she was expecting.

"Liz…" He sighed, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "Liz," he repeated as if she wasn't listening. "Liz… I… I have a girlfriend… You two are friends. You can't– huh? What?" Eliza was shaking her head. "What?" he asked. "O-oh, right. You two aren't…" When she nodded, he just sighed more, shaking his head. "Look," he started again, "my point is that… you know… there's… like… boundaries and stuff? And… and stuff! There should be, and…" The fox shook his head again before putting his glasses back on. "Void Below… if Kris knew what we just did…" He laughed a little… then he sighed even more. "You know what the worst part about all this is, Liz?" The bird offered a look of curiosity. "The worst part is…" He weakly smiled before admitting to her… "I don't feel bad about it. Not even a little." Again, Eliza was wide-eyed. She… really… did not expect that.

"D-don't get me wrong!" Joseph cried, startling the bird. "I'm pretty sure I just cheated on my girlfriend by letting you do… what you did… B-but at the same time, it's like… I guess it could be m… much worse?" Eliza gestured over to him, prompting the fox to expand on that. "We could've… you know…" He sheepishly grinned as he suggested… "H-had… sex?" And once again… the bird was wide-eyed with surprise. And embarrassment! She became very flustered very quickly, hiding her blushing face behind her hands… only to peek at the fox through her fingers. "I-I know!" he laughed. "Crazy idea, right? You and me… having actual sex?" He laughed… paused… then looked down, biting his lip. "What a… a crazy… s-stupid idea…" And it was at that point… that Eliza became fully invested in the conversation.

"I… I'm a good boyfriend," Joseph continued, talking to the floor. "I love my girlfriend with all my heart! She's warm and… well, she can be warm. And she can be cuddly, too! I guess I… Gods Above… I don't know what I'm saying." The fox sighed more deeply than before. "Look, forget I said anything… I'm just still high from the… the 'nibbling'… I'm perfectly happy with my girlfriend! She's everything I… could…" He trailed off, looking up. Eliza had leaned back in. "I… um…" The girl had her hand on his cheek and she was looking right into his eyes. "L… Liz?" She raised her other hand, two fingers pointing at his eyes. She then turned them around, pointing at her eyes. "Liz…" The fox quietly chuckled. "I'm not having a panic attack… I'm… having a guilt attack. I… don't wanna be disloyal to Kris." Eliza didn't make a sound. She just leaned in and rubbed the front of her beak to his nose, keeping her eyes locked onto his. "How… how do you do that?" he whispered with a blush. She nuzzled his nose with her beak a little more and stroked his cheek. He could see her smiling, too. "How do you say so much without saying anything…?" The bird cocked her head, asking a question without saying a word. "And… why are your caramel eyes so pretty…?"

Eliza blushed a little, herself, as Joseph brought his hands to her cheeks. Slowly, she closed her eyes. A smile came back to the corners of her mouth as he nuzzled her beak, and her blush warmed more as his cool nose touched her face. When she was pulled into a hug, though, she pulled inward and hugged back with all her might. He was such a precious, innocent thing… It was making her feel guilty about what she'd done. But… she loved being so close to him. He was fun to cuddle with.

"I've decided."

An unknown amount of time had passed since the pair embraced. The fog of warm feelings slowly lifted and Eliza leaned back, curiously looking at her friend.

"I've decided…" he repeated. "I've decided that what we did… probably pushes me into the 'cheating man-whore' kind of boyfriend." Eliza recoiled at that, silently gasping and covering her beak. She was about to make another gesture when… "And I'm… I'm okay with that." Joseph reached up, gently pulling her hands away from her beak. "I'm okay with it," he continued with a genuine smile, "because we didn't do anything truly 'cheaty'. All you did was play with my ears a little… It's not your fault my ears are that kind of 'sensitive'." When he winked, Eliza silently giggled and smiled. "I don't regret letting you do that," he continued. "It felt nice… and up until the point a completely unrelated thing happened–" The bird immediately looked at her fox friend's bandaged ear and frowned. "– we were both having a really good time!" She looked back, offering a somewhat awkward smile. "Honestly, if I'd met you sooner…" Joseph looked down, lowering their hands to the futon cushion. "Well… maybe you and I could have become closer than we are now." He looked back up, smiling. "I bet you'd be a kick-ass girlfriend, Liz…" She brought a hand up, covering her beak as she soundlessly laughed and looked away. She was blushing, too. As much as they flustered her, she did appreciate his kind words. "I wonder if Lan or Los…" He hummed. "Eh, nah, that's none of my business." When he noticed his friend blushing a little more, he just grinned and wagged his tail. "Threesome…" he lewdly whispered. That was too much for the poor girl. She pulled her other hand back and hid her face with both of them, harshly shaking her head. She had no idea that "innocent" and "precious" fox could suggest such a thing! In a way, though… it kind of made her appreciate him more.

"Well… I should probably be going…"

Eliza moved her hands… Joseph had stood, but he was still looking her way with a smile. When she smiled back, he smiled even more and wagged his tail again. "Before I go, through…" The bird got to her feet as the fox paused and looked down. What was on his mind? "I was thinking… You made me feel good…" When he slowly looked back up, Eliza noticed… his eyes were half-closed – even more so than usual – and he was wearing a rather… suggestive grin… "Maybe… I could return the favor, sometime…?"

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Spacegirl

Chapter 6

Series Pairing: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

CW: None, just canon amounts of stress

Series Status: In Progress

Word Count: 3.9K

The group talks quietly amongst themselves, weighing their limited options and trying to predict the holes that would inevitably be punched in the plan as soon as it starts. Liz gently strokes Eddie's hair as he leans miserably against her shoulder from where they sit on the couch, pulling some sweat stained strands behind his ear before cupping his cheek in her palm and pulling his face up to look at hers, her thumb brushing away a tear that had managed to sneak by.

“Hey…It’s going to be ok, I promise” She says softly with a small smile “Maybe this is why I’m here”

“Fuck don’t say that” He growls through his teeth, his eyes narrowed in frustration “Don’t say that like you’re just supposed to sacrifice yourself for us.”

“I’m not, I have you to save me” She chuckles, her smile not quite reaching her eyes as she tries to comfort him “I rolled your stats remember? I know you’re strong enough to do it. Trust me.”

He frowns for a second, searching her face and finding his own fear reflected back at him, realising with a sinking heart that she is yet again in the same boat as him, on the run. Letting out a loud, frustrated breath he stands up and claps his hands to gather attention, the preoccupied teens around him jumping with surprise “Ok! Well if we’re going to do this, we need to suit up”

Snatching up a phone book from under the coffee table he slams it open and flips to an ad titled “THE WAR ZONE, Army/Navy surplus warehouse”. A man dressed and armed like Rambo, is prominently highlighted in the advertisement.

“The War Zone. I've been there once. It's huge. They got everything you need for killing things, basically.” Eddie grins as the group gathers around, Robin peeking over his shoulder with a slightly horrified expression.

“You think fake Rambo has enough guns there? Is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?”

“Lucky for us it is. This place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and angry hicks.” Eddie shrugs with a grin

“If we're trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn't go to some store called the War Zone.” Erika snarks, peering around Nancy’s elbow sceptically

“Normally, I'd agree, but we need the weapons. I think it's worth the risk.” Nancy shrugs

“But is it worth the time? It'll take all day to bike there and back.” Dustin asks nervously “We definitely don’t have that kind of time”

“Who said anything about bikes?” Eddie's grin grows devilish as his eyes flick to the trailer door, excitement suddenly radiating off of him.

“You got some car we don't know about?” Steve cocks an eyebrow at Eddie as he swings around to face him.

“It's not exactly a car, Steve. And it's not exactly mine, but it'll do.” He looks around the group “I am definitely going to need to cover up though if we’re leaving the uh..safety of the trailer.”

In a minute they have an odd assortment of Eddie’s bandana, Robin's oversized sunglasses and a hospital mask out of the bottom of Liz’s bag obscuring his immediate identity. Biting back laughter, Liz takes a quick photo on her phone secretly, her smile dropping when she notices the battery 52%.

“Ok Eddie, lead the way” She urges, trying to keep the tension out of her voice.

Slowly and carefully they pick their way through the mostly empty trailer park, ducking and crawling to keep out of sight, Liz using Dustin and Lucas’s shoulders as moving supports until they group up under the window of a motor home. They can hear the disgruntled bickering of a middle aged couple from the front, their radio cranked up loud enough that they are oblivious to the sounds of Eddie sliding one of the back windows open and shimmying inside. The rest of them follow quietly as he scampers around the RV, flicking the lock and pulling out a bag of tools before settling in the front seat. Steve comes up behind him as he yanks a bundle of wires out from under the steering wheel, snipping a little too expertly.

“Where'd you learn how to do this?”

“Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire. I swore to myself I wouldn't wind up like he did, but now I'm wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto. So, I'm really living up to that Munson name.” He flicks his eyes back to Liz with a wink as she peeks over Steve’s shoulder “Told you I had a back story sweetheart”

Her eyes widen in surprise, her cheeks go cherry red with both embarrassment from the comment and the pet name “I-I didn’t write that” She huffs, looking away.

“Eddie, I'm not sure I love the idea of you driving.” Robins pipes up, sneaking around Liz to look around the console nervously

“Oh, I'm just starting the sucker. Harrington's got her. Don’t ya, Big Boy” He grins back at the now flustered boy, striking the wires and causing the RV to roar to life. The shouts of the couple are suddenly heard over the rumbling and everyone throws themselves into any available seats, Steve vaults over into the driver's seat and kicks it into gear as Eddie scrambles into the back.

“Everybody hang on to something!” He screams as the couple start banging on the locked door, the RV lurching forward over scattered trash. Eddie grabs Liz around the waist, holding her with her back pressed against his chest as he grips tightly to one of the overhead compartments, a wild, almost feral laugh breaking out of his throat. She looks back at his flailing mess of hair and wild grin, feeling his energy grab hold of her and pulling a laugh from her as well. A moment of ‘normal’ fuckery in the midst of the otherworldly chaos.

“Shit. They look pissed.” Dustin shouts, watching the couple flailing after their retreating RV

“I mean, it’s not every day you lose your house and car in one fell swoop.” Robin flinches as the man trips into a massive mud puddle “They are having a really bad day”

“I mean they’re gonna have a much worse day if we don’t stop Vecna so I can ignore the guilt a little” Lucas shrugs, his sister shooting him a withering glare.

Finally the RV hits the main road and the bouncing interior stabilises, the rattled pile of kids in the back laughing hysterically, picking themselves and the scattered belongings up before finding more comfortable seats, only Eddie and Liz remaining standing near the front.

“That was wicked” Dustin breathes, grinning widely at Eddie “You’ve gotta teach me how to do that!”

“Absolutely not!” Eddie laughs “I am not contributing to your life of crime. Steve would kill me.”

“Yes I would!” Steve’s voice shouts from the front, the back dissolving into giggles as Steve shakes his head, continuing his quiet conversation with Nancy. The RV jumps over a crack in the road causing Liz to wince as pain lances up her ankle. “Uh Eddie, can I sit down?” She laughs, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he realises his arm is still tight around her waist, hand gripping her hip. His lips purse for a moment, the twinkle in his eye telling her he doesn’t want to let go. “My ankle…”

He lets out a small huff but helps her gingerly to couch at the back, squishing between Dustin and Lucas who waggle their eyebrows at him in mockery, he shoots them half hearted glares as he sits on an overturned milk crate.

The groups chat quietly as they drive, Dustin grilling Liz on things she remembers from the “future”, she tells him about how the internet that Suzie talked about was kind of a big deal and that people there could actually become rich and famous from just putting up pictures of themselves in their underwear. The two younger boys gag but there is a glint in Erica’s eyes at the capitalistic prospects when she mentions the influencer trend. She mentions the pride parade she had been to recently, watching Robin's eyes widen in shock, growing a little misty with a small smile. She tells the boys about how D&D and comic books become kind of mainstream, that people can actually get paid to dress up as the characters. They shout in disbelieving protest until she pulls out her phone to show them pictures she’d taken at her most recent comic con, their eyes wide as saucers and mouths falling open in comedic fashion when they reach a photo of her cosplaying an elf, Eddie immediately snatches the phone from the boys hands, admonishing them for being “Little creeps” as the girls laugh but taking his sweet time returning the device, only handing it back begrudgingly when she reminds him he’s wasting precious battery power ogling the photo.

Erica starts grilling her about politics and trying to find things she can use in the future as Lucas scolds her about fucking with the future having consequences, luckily(?) her American history knowledge is spotty at best and Erica has to settle for some vague dates and people, stewing quietly over the information. (Author's note: yes there are some obvious history things I'm purposefully leaving out because this isn’t really a time travel story and I don’t want to have to deal with the consequences of Erica Sinclair knowing about major history moments. None of us want that.)

As Dustin flips through the photos again he comes across the same photo she’d shown them when they first met, the image of her D&D party and suddenly pipes up.

“What about your family? Or your friends?” The RV goes quiet with the sudden realisation that she had a life prior to this crazy adventure and that she was going to have to leave eventually. They look at each other awkwardly, pointedly not looking over to Eddie who is hunched over and staring at his clasped hands.

“Uh well honestly, I didn’t leave much behind actually” She laughs awkwardly, trying to break the tension “just a quiet apartment and a D&D group.”

“So no rush to get you home?” The boy questions with a small, hopeful smile.

She opens her mouth to reply but is cut off as Eddie jumps to his feet and strides to the RV’s small bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

“Hey don’t use that! We’re not hooked up to anything!” Steve shouts from the front but Nancy puts a hand gently on his arm, murmuring something quietly, having been listening in on the conversation from where she sat.

Liz swallowed the lump in her throat, eyes locked on the door between her and Eddie, jumping slightly as Dustin leans on her shoulder; eyes downcast uncomfortably.

“We..uh. We don’t want you to go…” He mumbles, wringing his hands

Tears well in her eyes as she looks around to the rest of the faces all watching her, reading the same thought across each tight smile. None of them should be real, she knew the “real” them, somewhere in another time and place, she’d lived a completely different life time and yet something about the people sitting around her feels almost more real than the last 27 years of her life ever had, the thought of leaving these people behind makes her heart drop painfully. She smiles as a tear sneaks out the corner of her eye, splashing against her knuckles as she wrings her hands in the flannel she’d swiped from Eddie's trailer.

“I don’t want to go either.”

A quiet 15 minutes later they pull up to The Warzone, an intimidating warehouse covered in american flags, camouflage tarps and comically cutout explosions. Hicks and townspeople swarm around the lot, trucks and jeeps covered in war time paraphernalia.

“So much for avoiding angry hicks.” Robin grimaces in disgust

“You’d think they were gearing up for the apocalypse” Liz breaths in horror “Though they might have the right idea considering what’s coming”

“We’ll be fast” Nancy insists, gripping Liz’s shoulder “You guys keep out of sight till we’re back.” She nods, glancing between the two boys and the still closed bathroom door before Nancy, Steve, Robin and Erica slip out of the RV and head towards the shop.

A moment of awkward silence stretches between the three left before they all speak at once.

“You should-” “Maybe you-” “I’m just gonna-”

All stopping short with tense giggles before Liz shakes her head with a laugh.

“I’m going to check on him” She limps toward the bathroom door, hesitating for a moment before rapping her knuckles on the thin wood. “Eddie? Eddie, can I come in?”

She hears nothing for a moment and slips in quietly, Eddie’s sitting on the floor facing the toilet, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips as he quickly wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Everything ok out there?” He rasps, voice tight and horse, gripping her heart.

“As fine as it can be, everyone not on the town's hit list went in” She lowers herself to sit on the toilet lid, feet resting on the floor between his spread legs, she winces slightly and reaches down to massage her sore foot. Eddie shakes his head with a mirthless laugh, taking her ankle in his hands and massaging it gently.

“He really is a menace with that oar” He mutters, brows furrowed as his eyes stay locked on his fingers.

“Just glad it wasn’t the bat” She shrugged with a small “That would have done some real damage”

He chuckles and leans his forehead gently against her knee, letting out a long sigh as her hand smooths down his wild curls.

“I’m sorry…” He mutters “I almost forgot you had a life… back there’”

“Not much of one to be honest” She replies quietly, shrugging “I have a small group of friends but this is the most interesting thing that’s happened to me in a long time”

He laughs dryly, not fully convinced of the first statement, shaking his head before drawing in a shaky breath.

“I really don’t want you doing this” He admits quietly

“I know…but I have to” she whispers back, resolute and calm

“But you don’t! We could find someone else” He looks up hopefully “Find someone else with the same symptoms in that therapists office, keep the metallica playing and hide you away from him”

“Eddie..”

“Figure out who’s next. Stake out their house”

“Eddie” She brings her hands to his face, lifting his chin to look up into her eyes, desperation swimming in the dark depths of his pupils “We don’t have time for that. And even if we did, even if that plan could work, we’d be putting a total stranger at risk. A stranger who has no idea what they're up against. I do. He uses my memories against me. But only my darkest memories. Same with Chrissy and Fred, right? It's like he only sees the darkness in us. So, I'll just run in the opposite direction. Run to the light. That’s what I did last time.”

“How do you plan on doing that” He frowns, not fully convinced

“I'm not sure. But it's my mind. Not his, right? So I should be able to control where I am. I just need to push him away. Find a happy memory and hide there. Hide in the light.”

“You got a memory in mind?” He looks up at her curiously, leaning into her warm palm.

“I might” She smiles down warmly at him, rubbing a soft thumb over his cheek

“Okay, but the second you start to lift, I'm calling in Metallica. All right?” He concedes with this smallest touch of a smile.

“Alright” She laughs, a real laugh, the sound warming the chill that had settled in his heart slightly. With a smile he shuffles onto his knees in front of her, leaning close in the cramped bathroom, she sucks in a soft breath as his face comes inches from hers, feeling his breath fan across her cheek as he begins to reach up. With a quick motion he slips a chain from around his neck, looping it quickly over hers, she presses her lips together, instantly embarrassed and looks down to where his fingers are sliding down the chain, resting the shining red pick against her chest. She opens her mouth to protest, the significance of it weighing heavier than the small piece of plastic but he taps a finger to her lips, shushing her before she can speak.

“You’re going to need all the help you can get” he chuckles, his hand sliding across her cheek, thumb brushing her lips delicately as his lids drop heavily, half closed as his gaze drifts from her eyes to her lips.

A sudden pounding on the door startles them both to their feet as Robin's voice comes through the door in a slightly hysterical panic.

“I don’t want to interrupt anything but we need to go!”

The two stumble out of the bathroom as Steve quickly starts the RV and floors it out of the parking lot, hopping over the shopping bags full of weaponry that had scattered over the floor to find a safer seat. Chancing a look out the back curtain Liz can see Jason’s hulking form exiting the building just as they make a quick turn onto the main road and out of sight, a breath of relief falling from her lips as soon as they’ve disappeared.

Steve drives them to a field in the middle of nowhere, making sure they haven’t seen a house for miles before pulling off the road and parking along a stand of trees. The group piles out and begins hurriedly putting defensive plans into action, Robin and Steve lining up bottles and tearing the old shirts and tea towels they found in the RV to shreds, Erica and Lucas set out the pieces for several long spears and Eddie and Dustin make their way down the hill a ways with the trash can lids and several boxes of nails. Nancy helps Liz properly bandage her shoulder with a med kit they’d found in the RV and change back into her old clothes she’d managed to find back in Eddie's trailers, keeping the tattered crop top she’d made out of his old shirt much to the displeasure of Nancy as she lectures her on how much upside down gunk it must be covered in. They’d managed to find a pair of calf high combat boots in her size at The Warzone, giving her ankle some much needed support and allowing her to finally put her weight on it with little pain. Finally presentable she steps out of the trailer and stretches with an audible groan, twisting and getting comfortable in her own clothes again.

“Damn, Munson may have competition.” Erica smirks to Lucas, watching Robin and Steve’s open mouthed ogling as Nancy whacks them both with a rolled up newspaper, scolding him for the vodka that had spilled over their hands.

“Eddie…earth to astronaut Eddie” Dustin calls, waving a hand in front of Eddie's blank face as the young man leans frozen over the trash can lid he’d been hammering nails into, his eyes locked onto Liz’s form as she steps down the trailer stairs and leans back in a long stretch, properly cleaned up and looking more alive than she had in days, long hair pulled into a neat ponytail, leather jacket comfortably over her shoulders barely hiding the ripped Iron Maiden shirt underneath. Dustin's snapping brings him back to the boy's toothy grin “Soooo when are you going to ask Space Girl to stay here?”

“What??” He frowns, shaking his head with a sigh “I don’t know man. How can I? She’s got another life to go back to.”

“What if she didn’t want to go back?” Dustin tilts his head, his eyes surprisingly sombre

“Dustin, why would she possibly want to stay here? You saw the photos! How can I compete with that” He spits in frustration, the hammer in his hand driving the nail through the back of the trash can lid. “What could I possibly offer her here? Im just a trailer park coward with now multiple murder charges that will probably be on the run from the police the rest of my life IF I make it out of this alive.” Dustin plants his feet in front of Eddie, arms crossed with a frown twisting his face in frustration.

“Look man. I don’t care what you think of yourself but me and the other guys think you’re an absolute badass. You took us under your wing when we were just a bunch of goofy nerds getting bullied in the bathrooms and gave us a place where we could be ourselves. You pretend like you’re just a coward but you stood up to Jason and the rest of the Jocks anytime you saw them hassling us. You are my hero and if what she says is true” He jabs a finger back towards the group clearly getting very heated at his insistence “you are quite literally her dream guy! Why would you want to pass that up???”

“I don’t know…” Eddie shakes his head, looking back up to where Liz has joined Nancy off to the side, a shot gun resting on her hip and a wide smile cracking her features. He opens his mouth several times, trying to continue his protest but sent reeling by the boy's outburst and the realisation that he would do anything in his power to keep her here with him… if she wanted to stay. “I don’t, I really don’t.”

“Then DON’T! No more retreating!” Dustin shouts, throwing his fists in the air as Eddie lets out a deep laugh with a final shake of his head, jumping to his feet and swinging the shield around, playing along with the younger boys' theatrics.

“No more retreating…From Eddie the Banished” He growls in his deepest dungeon master voice, sending Dustin into a flurry of giggles. Suddenly the older boy swoops down, tackling the younger one around the waist, the two of them tussling and play-fight for several minutes before breaking apart gasping. Eddie slaps his hands down on Dustin's shoulders, a warm look in his eyes.

“Never change, Dustin Henderson” He grins

“Wasn’t planning on it” Dustin pants, taken aback by the affection

“Good. You’re the future of Hell Fire you know.” He pats him heavily on shoulder before turning back toward the RV, a determined grin tugging at his lips “86 is still going to be my year, I just know it”

Liz watches the two boys rough housing across the field with a warm smile, holding the shotgun as Nancy saw’s the end off. She turns her gaze back, seeing Nancy already looking back with a knowing grin, she blushes and hands the gun to the other girl, pulling her phone out and checking the battery. 37%.

“How much time do we have?” Nancy asks softly her smirk falling serious

“At least until tonight, there’s no service here so it’s not draining as fast as it normally would. Small blessings I guess” Liz says with a chuckle

“Small blessings hmm?” Her eyes slide towards the boys with a smirk as they flail about and then slowly up the hill to where Robin and Steve; her expression mixing with worry and sadness. The two sit quietly side by side, watching the people they love ready themselves for the literal fight of their lives.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x original female character #Eddie x oc #original character #Stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #Stranger things OC #Stranger things fix it #Eddie munson lives

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“Of course i love him, we’ve been friends for ages.“ There's a lengthy side-glance from where she stands behind the bar, pulling a stout for Reg to where his brother sits, minding his paper. 13-down? Doting. Which is just another word for besotted. Which is another word for being well and truly hosed. She pushes the glass ~on a coaster~ across the bar-top. "Why, wha's it to ya?" {ML/MH}

Oblivious Idiots In Love Meme

Kray the Elder accepted the glass, trapping the coaster with his fingers as he raised stout to lips and took a slow sip. Measured movements as he set glass to card, eyed Liz across the mahogany he'd been finding her behind on the regular for a couple of months now. His gambit with the love question was based on an educated guess. For everything he was, Ronnie bless 'im wasn't half as subtle as a lot of the lads and lasses round these parts thought he was. Not to his twin brother's experienced eyes.

'Oh, y'know.' The words were light, almost throw away. 'Like t'keep an eye on 'im. Look aftah 'is interests. S'an oldah bruvvah fing Li-'

'Excuse me?'

That was Ronnie breaking in there, his attention off his puzzle pages now and fixed firm as concrete on his brother. 'Since when've y'given 'alf a shake 'oo I've spent time wiv?'

Reggie had a go at interjecting; found himself denied.

'When, f'rew all me boyfriends in times gone, aye? When you cared?'

Reg's features pinched. He waved that talk off. 'S'private tha-'

'Private' Ron sneered. 'When they're boys, aye?'

Disquieted silence met that notion. Ron went on.

'S'private when y'don't like t'fink abaht it too 'ard. Bu' when y'recognise it - when i's th'same as you like, wha' y'know - oh yeah, lets ask aftah. Lets talk. Lets lets lets-' Ron cut himself short, feeling a tirade coming; not wanting to explode. He breathed through its rising tide, exhaled as it passed.

'She-' He said, pointed to Beth. 'She ain't no more yer business than them boys gone by was. So wind yer neck in talkin' like y'give a fuck.'

#brooklynislandgirl #modern!verse #<- with Beth #//thank you for this dear <3 #tw: implied homophobia

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Ice planet Barbarians thoughts I need to get out of my system. ((Up to the book "Barbarian's Hope".)) Buckle in its long.

I may just not remember it happening but next time Georgie is treated like shes made of glass, I would love to see Georgie tell Vektal about how she beat that one alien to death and almost pulled off a successful coup of their kidnappers ship. He'd totally be like: 😳☺️🥰😍

I love how Raahosh is well and truly whipped for Liz.

Also that queen dragged his big ass unconscious body back to the cave when he nearly died. She's got to have some guns. Liz could probably kick my ass and I love that.

Liz lives for the chaos, whether she creates it or just simply witnesses it and it always has me in stitches. 💀

When Liz took Aehako as a "hostage" and then they just started having a relationship advice sesh.. gotta be top 10 moments 🤌 I was dead. I wish we got to see more of this friendship because the two would be such good buddies.

The way I screamed when Kira and Aehako finally resonated. I scared my dogs.

Also can we talk about Kira went full mission impossible and infiltrated the ship, poisoned all the aliens, then crashed the ship(i love this crazy ass series). I don't think anyone gives her enough credit for single handedly saving them. 🤔 it's a crime how little it's talked about.

I was a little peeved when Aehako's first thought was Harlow just abandoned them??? And Kira just accepted that?? Why... would Harlow even do that?!

I wasn't sure what to expect from Rukh and Harlow's story but I actually found it surprisingly sweet. But my god my girl Harlow accepted the situation so quickly. 🤭 ...... but I can't stay mad because Rukh is kinda too adorable..... so am I understanding her on this?!?!??! Ruby what have you done to me?

Harlow's whole terminal cancer plot was a huge surprise to me and it just added that extra emotional tug where she was now getting all the things she was never going to live to have. And the Khui is quite literally keeping her alive. It was an interesting difference to the other girls and her reasons to settle in to the planet relatively quickly compared to theirs.

I really loved the parallels between Rukh and his father and the Sa-Kohtsk mother and child. Rukh realizing that he can't repeat that selfish cycle with Harlow or his son and shouldn't idolize his dad. It was emotional and clever introspection that I was not expecting from these books.

Also when Raahosh gave Rukh that little hug and was like "you're my brother, I'll be there for you"(paraphrasing) and I felt some tears. Wtf 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I live for protective Auntie Liz and Rukhar.

Also sorry Raahosh and Rukh but your dad sounds like a dick(I feel so bad for their mom).

I was unsure about Salukh at first because he comes on really strong at first, but I really love how gentle and patient he was with Tiffany. Their intimate scenes were just really sweet. I also like how her trauma was handled. She copes differently than the other girls(like Josie) and I think that's realistic

I also have to say I fully adore how Tiffany, our POC queen, is the most desired of the girls and known as the most talented, beautiful, and smart.

I also appreciate that The nice guy shit (from Vaza, Bek, Taushen etc...) where Tiff was treated like a prize was not where she fell in love, but it was the guy that got to know her and actually listened to her.

When it's mentioned that Haeden lost his shit over Josie being put in harms way to warn the main cave was when I first realized that there already might be something there and then I read the holiday book and he tackled the guy who hurt her in football and I was also losing my shit(for different reasons 🥰). My poor oblivious girl Josie is like "Haeden?! As a mate!? Ew?! Also I think he hates me I don't know why he did that." Baby girl plz. 🤚

Also everyone has to start being nicer to Josie. Everyone is always bad mouthing her and I'm going to need Haeden to do something about it before I step in. I'm about to fight the character we are following in their book when they start digging at her. Shes so warm and sunny and hilarious and I can never get enough of her POV. Like leave her alone.

I wish we got more of Claire and Erevan because Georgie and Vektal really kinda stole that book away with Talie's birth. I mean I really like Erevan especially after he stepped in to help Claire when everyone else was just watching that scary shit?! Bek was really scary in that book???

I dont know what Bek's book has in store later, but I'm not the biggest fan. I'm still wary even after he apologized and gave Claire gifts for her baby.

Learning more about Haeden's ex Resonance parter crushed me. I'm sorry, I don't want to speak ill of the dead, but she sounded like an ass. I understand she was in an uncomfortable situation resonating to someone younger. I realize. But the way she treated him and consistently jabbed at him and humiliated him was not ok at all. That shit clearly damaged him. I can only imagine the flashbacks he was having when Josie immediately rejected him. I really felt for him as he began to open up and explain his behavior. It all made so much sense.

The way Josie and Haeden slowly learn how to communicate with eachother throughout the book and slowly open up and fall in love was so wonderfully done!!! She's open and loud about her feelings and he closes himself off. It's an interesting difference in love languages(her being affirmations and him being actions) and them learning and navigating that had my heart exploding. When he doesn't say I love you back and she lashes out only to immediately realize the mistake and after her apology he silently sits next to her, doesn't get angry with her, and expresses "When I thought you died I wanted to follow you. I've never felt that". in his own way giving ger the affirmation she needs. I fell in love.

Josie: "Well I want alot of kids... like maybe 4 or 5". Haeden: "That's alot of mouths to feed. Luckily your mate is a good hunter*smile*". ---Inject them directly into my veins, thanks, they are all I need---

I've gone back and read bits and pieces from Josie and Haeden's book repeatedly. I need more.

Its actually not shocking that Haeden always had a thing for Josie when you know his closest friends are Aehako and Cashol! He is clearly drawn to the loud, bright, jokesters who are free with their emotions.

DEAF PROTAGONIST 👏 DEAF PROTAGONIST 👏 AHHHHHHHHHH

I really loved Lilah and Rokan and I have to say they might be one of my top faves. I like how they grow a connection throughout the book without the pressure of resonance(on Lilah's side). It felt really natural.

The tribe being so eager to learn ASL to talk to her made my cold dead heart grow 10 sizes

I appreciate how Lilah is like "It's not the end of the world that I can't hear anymore" because alot of hearing people tend to think of Deaf people in that lens. In reality alot of Deaf people are happy being Deaf. They have a culture and community and beautiful language(I'm not Deaf or fluent in ASL but I took years of ASL classes and Deaf Culture in college where we talked alot about these things. But If I'm wrong about anything and you're Deaf please please correct me!!!).

Alot of the signing parts were written in English which bothered me a little and by that I mean ASL has its own grammar that differs from English a little and so it felt off. Also some words used in Lilah's signing don't have signs or wouldn't be signed in the way it was said. Ik ik I can't expect too much from these books but I'm just venting.

I wish facial expressions were mentioned more in the ASL parts because facial expressions can change the meaning of what you're signing along with how you move your hands(like when Maddie signed in jagged motions when frustrated).

I love Maddie and i related to her so much with her purpose being the big sister and protector. Hassen even grew on me. He's actually kinda sweet.

I was going to throw hands when no one wanted Maddie to come on the fruit cave trip with them!??!?!?!? TF!??! I love Lilah but I felt betrayed for Maddie.

AND WE MUST POINT OUT: Vektal was entirely correct when saying going easy on Raahosh would create problems. How many kidnappings have occurred thus far?!?!?!? Man must have grey hairs already.

Stacy having to tell Pashov stories about the 2 years hes forgotten was a really clever way to give us their origin without full repeating the same story we've seen a million times. I actually really loved their story and how they work through something and heartbreaking as your partner not remembering you or your child. Also Pashov is really funny and cute.

I LIVE for Asha and Claire's friendship. I need to see more of this between the characters. I want to see the girls having more friends in the clan, not just the other humans and their mates.

I loved Asha and Hemalo and I was expecting to not. I Loved how Ruby Dixon wrote Asha's toxic coping mechanisms and how she comes to terms with needing to make a change!!! It was so interesting and introspective and watching the pair heal their relationship has me smiling like a dork.

When Asha was like "You're lucky your mate is not a weak human" when saving Hemalo I immediately was like "Nuh uh excuse me miss ma'am!!!" ----Cut to: Liz dragging Raahosh to safety and saving him from death, Georgie beating that one alien to death with the butt of a gun, Kira killing all the bad aliens and crashing their ship saving all the human girls, Josie getting 2nd degree burns on her hands and fearlessly running in to save Haeden from the Metlak swarm, Stacey attempting to run into the collapsing cave to save Pashov, Josie marching back by herself through the wilderness to warn the main cave even though she was scared deep down, Tiffany literally reaching up in there and helping Georgie deliver a Breech baby and probably saving Georgie and baby Talie's life, Lilah dragging Rokan out of the avalanche after he was concussed and unconscious, Maddie literally fighting for Hassen to be welcomed back at the risk of getting herself exiled. The humans may be smaller and not fit for the harsh environment, but let's stop acting like they aren't fierce and bad bitches in their own right!!!!

#ice planet barbarians #ice planet barbarian #ruby dixon

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