So after holiday break after my child absconded with my laptop, which means I have gotten exactly nothing done. I have repossessed my laptop which means things can continue now (hopefully). Sorry for those that wondered or even noticed. Here’s to hoping I do better.
Pairing: Werewolf Paz Vizsla x Female Reader
Summary: As you and Paz arrive in town, the Wolf pushes him to ask you to be his mate
Warnings: sexual feelings, language, anxiety
Words: 1.4k
Tags: personal werewolf lore, Paz is horny and hopeful, Nerf tenders are the best, the full moon can be a bitch
A/N: I am almost done writing this series and will be posting weekly updates for the next month until it's completed, so stay tuned! 😁
Paz has never been more grateful for his helmet. Now that the Wolf has chosen you, whatever self-control he had around his heart has been destroyed, and he’s certain he constantly has a stupid, love-struck expression on his face.
It doesn’t help that you and he must share Jaster as you continue your journey to town. You sit in front of him, your ass pressed into the crotch of his armor and your back against his chest and stomach. He has to force himself to keep a loose hold on your middle instead of clutching at you like he wants to.
To make him feel even more like a horny teenage boy, you’re also responding to the close proximity. He hears your heart rate pick up whenever an incline has you leaning harder into him and your skin gets warmer whenever he brushes it with his gloves.
The Wolf remains near the surface, demanding to know why Paz hasn’t confessed his feelings to you yet. You are everything both sides of him could wish for. But the animal part doesn’t understand that there are some difficult logistics to the union. Namely, that he is a Mandalorian bound to his covert and you are wholly devoted to your family’s farm. He can’t stay and he’s not sure you’ll leave.
“We’ll be there soon,” you say, your voice subdued. “The first thing I’ll need to do is barter Jaster.”
Paz frowns, confused. Why would you barter your only steed. “Don’t we need him for the return journey?”
“We’re going to have to walk. Everything I had to trade was taken, and I need flour and other supplies to last the winter.”
“But don’t you need him to plow the fields next spring?”
He hears you swallow hard, your distress rising.
“I’ll barter with my neighbor for the use of his orbak. I’m sure he won’t mind.” You turn to give him a smile that doesn’t meet your eyes.
Paz immediately feels like the biggest di’kut ever. He’s seen how little you have, but he somehow didn’t comprehend the long-term ramifications of what happened when that Rodian escaped. It’s not just that you’re going to be inconvenienced for the next week, it’s that you’re looking at severe hardship for the foreseeable future.
“That’s not going to happen,” he says firmly, putting a hand on your back. “I have more than enough to trade so that you can get what you need. If what I brought with me doesn’t cover it, we’ll go back to my ship and do another round.”
You shake your head. “I’m not letting you do that. I was foolish and I’m paying the price. You don’t need to clean up my messes.”
Paz huffs sharply, frustrated by your insistence you have do this all yourself. “This isn’t charity.” He pauses, deciding now is not the time to tell you that he wants to become mated to you. “You have been beyond generous with your resources and your time. I needed help and you gave it freely. Don’t rob me of the chance to do the same.”
You look at him with swimming eyes. “I didn’t give it to you freely, I made you clean my house.”
Paz can’t help it; he laughs. “If it’ll make you feel better, you can help me tidy my ship. It’s a pretty big mess after that crash.”
This makes you smile as you swipe the unshed tears away with the back of your hand. “Deal.”
Judging by where the sun is in the sky, the two of you will reach town well before moonrise. “Is there an inn or somewhere to stay?”
“Yeah, but I usually just camp on the outskirts. Lodging is expensive.”
“I’d rather stay at a place with a room. These old bones don’t like sleeping on the ground much anymore,” he lies lightly.
The truth is, you haven’t had a proper rest since you were attacked, and he’ll be damned if you don’t get at least one night with a warm bed before making the return journey.
“I’m not sure how much wildlife is available around there,” you frown.
“I’ll buy raw meat to eat. It’s not the Wolf’s favorite way, but he’s had four glorious nights of killing, so he shouldn’t complain.” Besides, the Wolf just wants to be close to you right now.
- - -
Once you and Paz reach town, your first stop is the excellent butcher, who loads up a huge bag of steak and ribs. It costs so much you nearly choke, but Paz doesn’t seem fazed.
Then, it’s to your favorite Nerf stall to get yourself some fried tenders and vegetables. As soon as the container of food is in your hands, a giant gurgle echoes from your stomach.
Paz laughs. “You have the loudest belly of anyone I’ve ever met.”
Scoffing, you guide Jaster to take a right. “I’m sure yours is louder.”
“Not even the Wolf can rival that.” His gloved hand brushes your back lightly as if reassuring you he’s teasing. It takes everything in you not to lean into the touch. A day spent pressed into him has you addicted.
“Do you need anything for the night?” you ask to distract yourself.
Paz pats the large bag of meat. “This’ll do me.”
When the three of you reach the inn, you leave Jaster with the stablehand. “Rest up,” you smile, kissing his nose. This is the first time he’ll get to experience the pampering afforded the pack animals that stay here: a bath, lots of delicious food, and a cozy stable for the night.
Then, Paz leads you into the inn itself. He walks up to the clerk at the desk. “Two adjoining rooms, please. We’ve also left an orbak in the stables.”
The clerk looks uncomfortably up at Paz. “I’m sorry, but we’re quite full this time of year. If you’d made a reservation...”
Your heart sinks with disappointment. You didn’t realize how much you’d been looking forward to a hot shower to get the blood out of your hair. “It’s fine. We’ll get Jaster and go to the woods,” you say to Paz quietly.
“Well, ma’am, we have one room, if you can share,” the clerk continues hesitantly, his nervous eyes stuck on Paz.
Paz cocks his head at you questioningly. “Is that all right?”
Why not? The two of you have been sleeping under the stars together already. “Fine with me.“
The clerk exchanges the credits Paz offers him for a key. “Room 315.”
When you reach the room, you're shocked by how large it is—the size of your whole house. There’s a giant bed in the center, a table and four chairs in one corner, a sofa across from a large holoprojector, and a conservator for preserving food.
Your stomach lets out another giant growl that makes you both laugh. “Mind if I eat?” you ask. The moon will rise soon, but not soon enough.
“I don’t want to find out what will happen if you wait any longer,” he says dryly.
You sit on one of the chairs and begin to shovel food into your mouth. “Force,” you moan happily, dunking a tender into some spicy sauce.
Pulling out the chair across from you, Paz plunks his large frame on it. “Good?”
“So good.” With delicious food and an incredibly comfortable place to sleep, you’re feeling much more cheerful. “Thank you, Paz,” you say earnestly, “for helping me.”
He hums softly, the deep sound crackling through his modulator, as he pulls his gloves off. Then, his hand reaches across the wooden surface, gently wrapping around the one you’re not using to scoop up vegetables. Your heart skips a beat at the tenderness.
“I told you before that my people deeply admire women like yourself. I especially do. Me and my Wolf, we...” The callused thumb of his other hand brushes your cheek. “...want you to be my mate. I love you and want you as my life partner.”
Your eyes go wide.
But, before you can even process, he suddenly groans in pain, retracting his hands hastily. “Fucking moon!” And he bolts for the refresher, leaving you to gape after him.
Warnings: Brief ass slapping, discussion of a ruined car by a jealous lover and I think that’s it.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC
A/N: Quick update, still figuring out the new work schedule but hopefully next week we will return to posting full chapters and there’s a SURPRISE at the end.
Word count: 1.2k
The month passed at a decent pace, before they knew it the deadline for out-processing all the team and whether Jayme would stay or go came. While Pope, Ironhead, and Catfish (and of course Redfly), all had close to seventeen years in Jayme only had ten.
After many a discussion with Frankie about possibilities, where they would move to what, what they would possibly do they decided that Jayme would discharge and go with Frankie. Having more discussions with Molly, Redfly, and their family it was decided they would all head together. Starting life over in a new area and new scenery but still as a team.
Once Jayme informed her parents of what she was doing they were once again supportive, never once doubting her and even asking when they could come help pack them out and move them down. Thankfully though the Army would provide one last move to most of them. During their last days on base, Benny was approached by a guy looking to bring him into cage fighting, telling him that the training he had would only help him. Will was against it but Benny took the guy's card anyway. Benny was always one after his own mind.
They all decided on the city to go to, a major deciding factor was that Frankie had already been offered a job as a helicopter tour pilot. Molly and Tom decided on Florida and went there with the girls, while they were missed Jayme mostly hoped they could work out their problems and reconcile. Pope, Benny, and Ironhead all got jobs with a security firm and Ironhead even started dating a woman not long after they all moved to the area.
For a while everything was fine, Jayme landed an amazing job working at the Veteran’s Affairs and writing part-time for a women’s veteran magazine. Life went on. The team kept in touch with Molly and Tom, civilian life began to develop for the group, Benny started doing some fighting and boxing matches and Will became engaged to the woman he was seeing.
It was more nights at home consecutively than any of the men had had in the past seventeen years, and that presented a new set of challenges. It was stressful, these men were always used to being on the go, mission to mission with very little downtime. Being home every night was a stumbling block for most, and the fact that they started frequenting the same bars over and over again and that Benny and Pope started picking up women from these same bars. Frankie and Will just started running more and working on small projects together to keep their hands busy while not with their ladies.
Jayme, ever the big sister of the group, tried to warn them that it was a bad idea. “Keep it clean and make sure you don’t shit in your nest.” She tried telling Benny and Pope. Then one lazy Sunday morning while Frankie and Jayme were still laying in bed when the quiet was broken by the sounds of Metallica playing from Frankie’s phone, groaning he rolled over to pick it up knowing that it was going to be Pope.
“Hey hermano, what’s up?” Frankie says, with Jayme listening in to what she can, hearing Pope’s voice stressed out but can only pick up certain words; keys, car, crazy. It didn’t take much for Jayme to put two and two together, leaving Frankie to talk to him she got out of bed and shrugged on her robe, and headed to make coffee.
Ten minutes later after hearing Frankie showering Jayme was standing in the kitchen when he walked in with his hair still wet from the shower. Pouring him his own mug she handed him coffee and kissed him on the cheek. “That was Pope on the phone,” Frankie said as he snaked an arm around Jayme’s waist.
“No really? I thought you had changed my father’s ringtone to For Whom The Bell Tolls. Silly me.” She said with a wink, before turning from his arms to finish preparing what was on the counter.
Frankie laughed and slapped her on the butt as she turned around, “you’re lucky I like you missy, not most can sass me like that.”
“You’re lucky I love you Catfish, not most get my sass,” Jayme said as she finished preparing what Frankie assumed was lunch, including a thermos of hot coffee. “Lunch, coffee, and sodas are in the fridge chilling. I figured something happened with Pope’s Challenger and knew you would head over there. I have things to do around here, I have that article to finish too, I’ll be okay. I’ll see you this evening.”
Frankie smirked at her and reached out and pulled her into his arms kissing her soundly, “I’m not sure what I would do without you, you sure you’re going to be okay? I know we planned for a lazy Sunday.”
Kissing him back Jayme reassured him she would be fine and sent him out the door with an “I love you”, with that he was off heading towards Pope’s in his truck. Knowing that Jayme was undoubtedly the most perfect fit for him. Pulling into the parking lot for Pope’s apartment Frankie spotted the gunmetal challenger in its assigned parking spot, covered in hot pink spray paint, eggs, bologna, and probably more damage but Frankie couldn’t see it from the truck.
Getting out he headed for Pope’s door and knocked, upon answering Pope looked at Frankie who held up the bag Jayme had packed. Pope waved him in as he was on the phone, hopefully with the insurance. It had started to seem more likely the more “uh-huh, yeah, umm,” that came from him, finally after asking “and how much is this going to cost me?” Pope hung up.
Coming into the kitchen Pope saw what Frankie had laid out from the bag, barbequed pulled pork sandwiches with a side of potato salad, the thermos of coffee and sodas. Pope sagged, against the entryway to the kitchen, listening to his hunger growl, ever since he woke up and headed out to go get breakfast and he discovered that mess of his car now, he had been on the phone or taking pictures to send to the insurance company.
Frankie saw Pope standing there and jerked his head towards the food telling him to come on over. Pope gladly did and they dug in in silence both focused on the food than talking. Once that was finished and they were cleaning the table up Pope sat back down and let out a sigh, he looked at Frankie and said “Frankie, if you don’t hurry up and marry her I will cause if she cooks like that I would be a happy man every night of the week.”
Rolling his eyes Frankie looked at his best friend, “don’t you worry yourself about that, Jayme’s only ever going to be a sister to you because, and I swear to God, Pope if you tell her a lick of what I’m about to tell you I will tell Mama Garcia on you.” Staring Pope down to let him know how serious he was, while the man was good at OpSec he wasn’t the best at keeping secrets from Jayme, like their first Christmas and Frankie didn’t know what to get her so he had bought her a simple opal necklace, Jayme had out within two days of the purchase thanks to Pope.
“I won’t I swear, I already have to deal with one angry woman in my life I don’t need my own mother complicating things because I upset Jayme.” Pope made a cross-my-heart motion and zipped his lip.
“I’m asking Jayme to marry me next week.”
Well? What did you think of that surprise, I mean not entirely shocking, we all knew it was coming but oooh how’s he going to do it?
Notes: Hooo we’re back, y’all! ❤️🔍 Sorry this took so long!
Not beta-read.
Warnings: Angst; fluff; character drunkenness; heaps of y e a r n i n g
Summary: You care about Benoit, certainly—you’d do anything for him, and being away from him will be a change of pace.
“So that’s just it? You’re just gonna leave the man?”
April asks it in a shocked, hushed hiss, leaning over a dozing Lala’s head as she peers at you in disbelief. You purse your lips, trying to push down feelings of irritation.
“It’s not as if I’m just up and disappearing,” You insist, “We discussed it. We’ve been discussing it. And it’s…It’s just, like a trial…Thing. Like a trial separation.”
“A trial separation.” April leans back in her seat, “And who gets the kids in this scenario?”
“I don’t even know what the kids would be in this scenario…Files? Database access?”
It might be a little early to call but I think I survived January 2022. It has been the month of illness for my family. I went down with a sinus infection weeks ago and recovered and then wound up with that lovely virus that has been in the news for the last 2 years.
My dad got it and pretty sure my mother got it too. The only one who doesn't seem effected by it was my teenager cause he hides in his room all the time.
Then (SURPRISE) my boyfriend ended up sick. But even sick I managed to get in overtime (I think overtime and me trying to work as much as I did was the cause of the first illness.) I have help now on my job so that means more time for other things.
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Notes: We’re back, y’all! 🦇🖤
Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader
Rating: M
Warnings: Cursing; angst; Nathan Being Himself; fluff
- “I just thought that you ought to know this isn’t…Him.”
- The insistence surprises you, coming from a robot.
- You just eye the video of Nathan dancing at a nightclub with moderate irritation.
- It’s clear from what he’s wearing that he must’ve gone directly from your apartment to wherever this is. If you look closely, you can see Giselle making her way toward him on the crowded floor with what looks like two shot glasses.
- Barry sent it to you that morning, with a text that read, Why didn’t you invite me to the after party?
- You’d had to stop yourself from replying, I wasn’t invited, either, and had instead sent, I was 100% in bed by then 😂
Chapter 6 | Downtime on Deployment 1 & 2 | Chapter 7.5
Warnings: Mentions of military acts, military trial, self-doubt and we finally find out about why Redfly was the most loathed man.....
Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC
A/N: Please remember that this is a work of fiction and not real, I tried to make it as close to the real world procedures as I could but obviously they weren’t going to be 100% factual.
Word count: 1.9k
“Well fuck.” Were the words out of Catfish, Pope and Benny’s mouth after General Watson gave the announcement and directly left the room. Once the initial shock wore off and the realization that they were being sent home for court-martial.
None of them wanted to believe it, but after the last mission it wasn’t a surprise. General Watson was probably trying to court-martial them all for disobeying direct and lawful orders. Jayme looked to Frankie and found him looking back at her, worry clear in his eyes. Tom was the only one who seemed nonplussed by the idea of going back home, even being court martialed, like he had done it all before.
Packing up the rooms proved to be a challenge with the image of the deranged grin on General Watson’s face haunting Jayme. Three days later the team was all stateside standing in front of a group of Generals and Admirals, being told that they will not be returning to the warzone, nor would they be allowed lots of freedoms such as associating outside of the base supervised. The board almost forced Jayme and Frankie to be housed in separate locations but the argument from Will was that it was a two bedroom apartment and that they wouldn’t associate in the apartment, keeping to their “separate rooms.”
Later that night, laying in bed next to one another Frankie voiced his apprehension of this court-martial to Jayme, “it scares me, it worries me about what is going to happen to you should for some reason it be found that you acted unlawfully. I don’t want to see you go to Leavenworth.” He tells Jayme, kissing her head.
“It’ll be okay, whatever happens will happen and its out of our hands now. Although I would really like answers as to why General Watson had it out for your team so much. Do you have any clue?” She asks while drawing circles on Frankie’s chest.
“Well I would have to do some double-checking but I have a theory. Let’s not worry about it, hopefully this nightmare will be over soon enough.” Frankie pressed a soft kiss to Jayme’s forehead, “come on, let’s get some sleep.”
The next six-weeks passed in a haze. Countless times Jayme was called to the stand to answer questions about one mission or another, to give testimony about her actions, Tom’s actions, even Will’s actions. Same with Frankie, though the retelling of how the helicopter went up in flames was the most horrifying one from Jayme.
That mission Tom had managed to lead a cell of enemy soldiers back to where Frankie was waiting with the helicopter, a rocket launcher was involved and it all equated to the Army being down a helicopter, Frankie barely missing being in the helicopter when it was hit and the five of them walking back to their base in the middle of a desert. She held Frankie extra tight that night as it was the closest she had really ever come to the reality that he could not come home from these missions. While its something most are acquainted with in dealing with the military the first time it comes close to home brings a whole new level of reality to it.
As the trial came to a close there was quite a few interesting faces in the viewing area, General Gwendolyn Mayford, Smokey the Bear, a few other high ranking officials that Jayme knew and had worked with. Finally the day came that the verdicts and sentences if any would be handed out. Standing at attention in dress uniforms the lead Admiral reads out the verdicts the board had come up with.
Benny for being enlisted was being honorably discharged, would maintain his rank and would retain his benefits too. Will and Pope would retain their ranks, be honorably discharged and medically retired due to injuries they had sustained while in service. Jayme was cleared of any wrongdoing, it was found that General Watson had issued an unlawful order to her and she was doing what was right, she was given the opportunity to have her service continue or be honorably discharged. Frankie was found to be innocent of all charges, would maintain the rank of Major but would be retired from service honorably as well.
Then there was Tom’s verdict. While none of the team had been allowed to sit in on the parts that focused mainly on Tom they just assumed it was due to not wanting to have emotions get in the way of the facts. That was not the case when the Admiral who was reading off the verdicts passed the paper over to a woman in business dress who Jayme vaguely recognized as a Congresswoman.
Answers were had when the woman stood and looked Tom right in the face before reading off the verdict on the paper. “Major Tom Davis, you have had quite a military career; mostly decent and good hard work. However in the last several years there has been doubt cast upon your ability to lead, friendly-fire that cost time in theater not to mention a man's eye. Holding over and basically bullying your crew and team liaison into doing whatever you wanted, conduct unbecoming an officer and gentleman by sleeping around including with multiple general wives,” Jayme side-eyed Tom while at attention, the angriness of General Watson was becoming a LOT clearer.
“But on top of all that you led the enemy purposely back to your evac aircraft, allowing for it to be destroyed and any surviving tech to be taken over by opposing forces. Tom Davis, the following is recommended from this board of Generals and Admirals as well as a recommendation of Congress that you are lowered in rank from Major to Captain, stripped of your duties, given an other-than honorable discharge, and not allowed back into any service.”
The Congresswoman laid down the paper and looked at him, then to Molly sitting in the viewing area and back to Tom before continuing, “now just to show that we, myself and my colleagues are not monsters will allow you to keep the majority of your retirement in order to cover the living expenses of your wife and daughters. This is the decision of the Congressional committee.” With that explanation the woman handed back the paper to the leading Admiral and sat back down.
“Thank you Congresswoman Wellers, this and what the Congresswoman relayed is the decision of this committee. Lt Connor we expect an answer within the month on whether you will remain on active service or wish to resign from your commission free of any strings attached. Dismissed.” With that he sat back down and let the team file out while collective breaths were let out and shoulders deflated in the members of the view areas.
As they walked single-file down the the office that had turned into the teams waiting area they were mostly dumbfounded at how the verdicts came out. Most of the team retired with full benefits for the, hopeful, resolution of their post traumatic stress, surgeries that will be required and years of therapy. While they hadn’t expected things to go that way for Tom, Jayme had to figure that it was actually fairly decent of the committee to take the girls and Molly into account and not leave them completely destitute.
Looking around the room as the door shut, Jayme took in the look of exhaustion and shock written all over her teammates faces. Benny and Will were sitting next to each other with Benny staring off into the distance and Will rubbing his temples, Pope was leaned against a wall, Frankie next to him, while Tom was sequestered over into a corner looking for some solitude the verdict for himself was the heaviest and simultaneously the worst.
Jayme sat down behind a desk and processed her day and luck, she could stay or go, just have to share with the Army what she decided to do. The weight of all of it finally settling in when there was a knock on the door and in walked Smokey the Bear. “Men, Jayme, I came to see if I could get you guys anything, its a heavy ordeal you’ve been through. Food, drink, sanity, what do you need?”
Before anyone could speak Molly strode in the open door, “Davis, you are coming home with me, now. We have tons of things to discuss and you have daughters to see.” The finality in her voice when she said it made Jayme wonder if she needed to go home with her as well, she bet Molly was a force to reckon with when it came to it and now was one of those times.
Will stood and nodded, “Thank you Mr. Shandler, I think we could all use some food and drink that isn’t Army chowhall.”
“Please, call me Smokey, you’ve all mostly earned it. Gwenie told me what you did for Jayme over there when she got tossed in the brig. Come now, lets go, I know a good spot nearby.” Smokey said as he placed an arm around Jayme’s shoulders leading her and the rest of the group out. “What are you thinking of doing?” he asked her in a low voice as the traversed the hallway.
“I don’t know dad, I don’t, I just wanted make sure I made you and mom proud. I don’t want you thinking I road your coattails or ….” Jayme tapered off on what she was saying as they passed the group of men who had sat on the board of the court-martial.
Walking past Smokey nodded to several and even reached out to shake the one General’s hand, “Mitch, how are ya?” He asked pulling Jayme to a stop beside the man.
“I am well Smokey, how are you? Why are you here?” General Mitchell Franks questioned looking between Jayme and how Smokey’s arm was around her shoulders, “You didn’t break it off with Diane did you?!” Shock coloring the mans voice causing Smokey to laugh heartily.
“No sir, Diane Connor, or Diane Shandler as you no doubt know her, is my mother. I’m Smokey’s firstborn.” Jayme says offering her hand to General Franks.
“Oh. OH!” The General said as he took Jayme’s had and realization had dawned on him, “why didn’t you say anything to me during all this? I had no idea she was your daughter and things might have gone completely different.”
“No no, my girl wanted to do this career on her own, it wasn’t until she put her team CO on the ground, that Tom Davis, did she even let it be known she was related to me. I tried offering her advice but she’s just as stubborn and hard headed as Diane. I will have to tell her you thought I traded her in. HA! That is the only thing in this world that scares me is my wife pissed off. No though, honestly, Diane and I couldn’t be more proud of Jayme and her choices, she’s a damn good daughter, friend and soldier.” Smokey told General Franks, making sure to look at Jayme during the last bit of his statement.
“Very good, well before you leave lets get a beer. One hell of a daughter you and Diane raised though, I wished they had team liaisons like her when I was on the teams, probably wouldn’t have so many bullet holes if I did. Good luck ma’am in whatever you choose.” With that he and Smokey exchanged phone numbers before the group separated and Jayme and Smokey continued outside while General Franks went over to talk to others from the board.
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It’s hard to list everyone but each of you incredible people hold a special place in my heart ♥️
Thank you @marilynmonroefanfics and @dangerousstrawberryshark for tagging me you’re both so damn talented and thank you so much for helping me and checking up on me when I was in a bad place in life! I really love you guys❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Plus @lucrezia-thoughts and @ssa-atlas-hoodrat who have helped me through hard times❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
My most precious friend, @damntonystarkandhissmile !! 🥺🥰 I love you so much and Neville and I are always here to love, support, and help you through anything!! 💚
I’m grateful to have met so many of you!!
My incredible 🥵, my lovely 🌱 🐝, my fabulous 🐥, my precious 🌻 (I hope you’re doing well!!) to name a few of my lovely anons!!
My precious wifey, @sirowsky , I’m so thankful for having found you!!
My Sweetheart, @waywardimpalawriter , our Sunday funday’s make every weekend better!!
I’m also so grateful for @autumnleaves1991-blog @samanthaisnthome @rayslittlekitten @itspdameronthings @disastersim @theloveshow @littlemisspascal @lunasblipsandblurbs @sharkbait77 @asta-lily @kingofthebeskargoats
I’m so grateful to meet so many people here like @autumnleaves1991-blog and @aellynera . Whom inspired me to write. A huge shout out to my new buddies like@waywardimpalawriter , @jedi-mando , @rayslittlekitten , @wyn-n-tonic ( fellow benny girl) , @lucrezia-thoughts, @artemiseamoon ,and many others.
You both @lucrezia-thoughts and @itspdameronthings have made my day with this tag. Thank you both so very much you both mean a lot to me.
Along with @learisa who’s been a friend for a long time and I cherish you sweetie. @jedi-mando my fellow Texan buddy and sweetie. @deascheck my Supernatural buddy and boo.
Adding all my doves who follow and support me thank you for being you.
Oh my goodness how many I do have on here; @waywardimpalawriter and @itspdameronthings obviously. But there's also @hotspacepilots @alliterative-albatross and @marvelousmermaid
Some of the first people I met here @clonewarslover55, @cuteshinymew and @detroitbydark
Then people who always brighten my day @flightlessangelwings @youvebeenlivingfictionalreplies and @autumnleaves1991-blog
There's honestly so many of you that have made my life special even when I'm not around. ❤️💜
Notes: Please enjoy and read the summary and notes before reading!! Let me know what you think and if you want a tag let me know!
Remember the planet is of my own creation! As is some of the jungle animals!
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Death, Major death?? Alien technology, Delta squad humor, Horrible language, like so many cuss words, Alien dude, like a big sexy alien dude who’s an OC of mine, Violence, fighting, Planet I made, jungle stuff, suspension, multiple parts, Alien culture, clone culture, injury, major injury, Animal death, the Delta Boys are called ‘clones’ a lot and I am so sorry
*The Jungle Planet Dajhitt, the Outer Rim. four months after the beginning of the Clone Wars*
1) I am alive. I have been on overtime since mid-December and managed to only have 4 days off the last month.
2) I have the next chapter of Down Payment so I will be sharing that.
3) I am so so sorry for just ditching like that, I just literally had no time even for my phone. If I wasn't working or driving my kid somewhere I was sleeping.
See I am going to take a vacation this next week for my son's birthday. But as Murphy's Law would have it work has piled on tons for me to get done and I've been working 2 weeks straight again.
There will be a new chapter of Down Payment next week I promise as I will be using one of my vacation days just to write.
Once again I am so so sorry. I'm going to do better. I promise. Thank you for your patience.
Notes: 1 of 3 fics my brain coughed out a few months ago. Set after the events of Triple Frontier. Just a lil oneshot. Not beta-read, so I’ll probably spot 28 typos as soon as I post!
Summary: Will Miller has always had an effect on you. Looking at him, being around him, it’s like an unraveling.
“Do you know that hot piece of manimal in the blue button down?” Your coworker practically moans.
“I will give you $500 to literally never use that word again,” You mutter, looking around the bar stealthily. You catch sight of the guy in the blue button down—and look away as quickly as you can. You know exactly who it is.
“So?” She adds, nudging your hip with hers.
“Mm,” You hum as noncommittally as possible, lifting your drink to your lips and taking a healthy pull, averting your eyes as much as possible, looking anywhere else that you possibly can. God, why did you pick this bar?
“C’mon,” She whines, “I haven’t been dicked down since way before my move. Do you know him or not?”
“It’s a small town,” You excuse, “Everyone knows everyone.”
“So who—”
“Hey!” You hear behind you, and your mind is suddenly pulled from the—ugh—manimal at the other side of the bar. Because of course if one of them is, the other can’t be far behind. They’re not joined at the hip, but—
You whirl around, a grin on your lips as you throw your arms around Ben Miller’s neck.
The irony is I know that exact feeling. I used to do this dance with a Marine at my first duty station. I still think about him from time to time. Somethings never change.
Fantastic story!
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