Again huge thanks for the support and Ideas people are giving me!! I’m glad glad glad people enjoy this series!! Also I’m so sorry for the lack of interaction on my part I’m kinda new to tumblr!!
watching grace & rocky & adrian hang out inside the biodome must be the eridian equivalent of when you go to the aquarium and see the trainers chilling in the sea lion exhibit
In honor of my nine year anniversary with my beloved wife please enjoy a story from our third date.
Just gonna reemphasize that. Our third date. We were still very much getting to know each other. We were virtually strangers.
We had been intending to do a meetup at a nerdy cafe with a group of people, but unbeknownst to us there had been a tragedy in the group and everyone else bailed. My beloved and I made the best of it. We had a nice date. I horrified them by eating sliders in three bites but it wasn’t a deal breaker.
Afterward I was driving us back to my place when a car came up and rear ended me. It was a pretty light bump but I was still like, well. That car hit me, time to pull over and exchange info.
Except the other car decided to instead shoot past me and drive away.
Infuriated, I pursued.
From the passenger seat, a captive on a third date with someone else in control of the car and pursuing strangers into the darkness, my beloved said, “Uh, what’s the plan here?”
“They hit me! We need to exchange information!”
Indeed. I did not have a plan. The plan was that when you hit someone with your car you exchanged insurance information. I would pursue until that happened.
The offending car led us a merry chase and as I followed through winding pitch black forest roads I felt the tiniest inkling of misgiving. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea? Pursuing someone into the darkness? But I persisted.
I wasn’t being propelled by a plan or even stubbornness but instead I followed a blazing righteousness. Fundamentally I knew that when you hit someone’s car you talked to them afterward. It was an inexorable fact. They would not escape the talking portion of this event.
When the car pulled into a trailer park I fully realized that this was not, in fact, a good idea. Inside the other car was a couple who were clearly having an argument and it seemed increasingly unlikely that they had insurance info to swap.
With a sigh I said, “Will you pull out your flashlight? Let’s see if my bumper is damaged.”
We got out of the car and inspected my bumper together. It actually looked fine, and I was about to call it when the woman got out. It was instantly clear she was under some chemical influence, her pupils dilated absurdly large. She attempted a poor performance as she said, “Oh, did we hit you?”
“Yeah,” I said flatly, “but I think it’s fine. I don’t see any damage.”
“We weren’t sure, uh, if we did, we didn’t think we did but we just weren’t sure.” She shifted anxiously foot to foot.
It was time to leave, a fact which became clearer when the man stepped out, eyes buzzing in his skull. He feigned innocence and radiated an aura of someone barely tethered to reality. My beloved and I waved them off and got back in my car to drive away.
As we did my beloved let out a huge gust of air as if they’d been holding their breath.
“Are you okay?”
“I was so squared up ready to fight them,” they said. “I’m glad we didn’t.”
I turned to look at them in astonishment. “Why would we have fought?”
“Are you joking? You followed them at 11pm to a trailer park! The second we got out of the car I was in a fighting stance. What did you think would happen?”
“I- I don’t know. That we’d talk and then go home? But. I can see now that driving after a car that tried to do a hit and run may not have been that safe…”
“You think!!!”
We sat in silence for a while before we burst out in relieved laughter.
“You were ready to fight?” I asked.
“I do kung fu! That guy looked so shady, I was ready to kick his ass, but I really didn’t want to.”
Unbelievably, they agreed to more dates, and eventually married me, but more often than not they’re the one driving.
Hello! Rusty Nail anon here and I have another idea! Feel free to get to this whenever, I saw your post about feeling bad and you absolutely shouldn't!
This time I'm wondering how Rusty would react to an NB reader who he recently kidnapped (we were in with a bad crowd and they sacrificed us to him) but we like it!! He's hot, tall, owns property. what's not to like? I'd happily wife him up. I personally feel like he'd think we're weird as shit but he might like it that way.
Thank you as always for reading my requests!
I actually used to have a C.AI bot with this concept so it was really nice to get to be able to actually write something real and with a soul (unlike ai, fuck ai)
Stockholm
♤ Rusty Nail x Gender neutral!reader
♧ Stockholm, kidnapping, gentle Rusty, cuddles, tied up reader
Word count: 0.7k
A/N: First fic in a few days! Hope you guys enjoy it! not proof read
"Sit still."
Rusty grumbled, his voice almost barely audible over the rumble of the engine. You squirmed as the rope dug into your wrist and ankles but tried to not move, per his instructions. You could hear a faint chuckle as he glanced down at you on the floor of the cab, curled towards his driver seat.
You're 'friends', if you could even call them that, weren't the best people. They were mean, not caring who they hurt, physically or otherwise. When they stumbled across Rusty though, he wasn't going to let there actions go. In an attempt to appease him, and save their own asses, they gave you to Rusty. Despite your struggling and arguing, you ended up on the floor of Rusty's cab tied up as he drove to somewhere unknown to you.
"Pretty shitty friends you got there, kid."
He murmured, his cigarette illuminating his face slightly in thr darkness of the cab. You nodded, almost shamefully, biting down on the fabric gagging you. Rusty gave you another glanced, noticing how your eyes lingered on certain parts of him. You didn't look frightened, at least not from what Rusty could tell. You seemed obviously uncomfortable but not upset.
"What are you doin' with people like 'em anyway?"
Rusty asked, despite knowing you had a gag in that made speaking impossible.
"Mfph fhmp.."
You words were inaudible, not that you were trying very hard. Your body jolted as the truck stopped. You couldn't tell if Rusty had just pulled over or if you had made it to his destination but you did know he had stopped. He reached down, a large rough caressing your face slightly as he tugged the gag out of your mouth.
"Say it again, sweetheart?"
Condescension dripped off the word sweetheart as grin spread across Rusty's face, he lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. You could feel his breath mingling with yours as he leaned down.
"I, uh, I don't know.."
You murmured, cheeks flushing pink. Your were grateful for how dim it was in the cab so Rusty couldn't see how you blushed.
"Are you scared?"
Rusty asked, lowering his voice even deeper. The low grumbled made your stomach do flips but not necessarily in a bad way, especially as he pulled you up by your jaw till you were on your knees.
"Are ya?"
He repeated. You blushed, shaking your head.
"No.."
Rusty seems slightly shocked by your answer, furrowing his eyebrows before chuckling a low and deep chuckle. He was starting to put it together now that the moonlight was illuminating your face in the cab.
His hand moved from your jaw to your hair, scratching at your scalp as he held a handful of your hair securely. You leaned into his touch unconsciously, shoulders dropping slightly as you relaxed. He noticed all of it, his grin returning as he cooed at you.
"Oh, you ain't a fighter like your friends, hm?"
He murmured, pulling your head so you were resting it on his thigh. His grip lessened, being more comforting as he fidget with your hair. You nodded, sighing against him slightly.
"You're tired, ain't ya?"
You nodded again, looking up at Rusty with droopy eyes. He grinned, a full grin this time, as he unlocked the doors of the truck.
"Sleep then, baby. I'll take good take of you."
You couldn't keep your eyes open, nodded as you drifted off with your head in Rusty's lap. He sat with you for a while, making sure you had really fallen asleep before moving. Carefully, he picked you up, opening the truck door, then carrying you out. The wind was cold, making you curl into Rusty's warm chest even in your sleep. Rusty didn't mind of course, only holding you closer to shield you.
He carried you inside the house all the way upstairs to his bedroom. It was quiet and slightly dust from his long absence. Gently, he set you down onto the bed. He didn't take any of your clothes off, just untying you and taking off your shoes for you before pulling the blanket over you. Sure, he'd kidnapped you but he wasn't sick. He watched you shift comfortably in the bed as he changed, kicking off his own boot before slipping into sweatpants and a loose shirt that still seemed to hug his bicep and tummy slightly.
Climbing into bed quietly, he kept his eyes on you, waiting for you to try and make your escape, but it never came. You only curled up against Rusty, yawning as you nuzzled your face against his arm. He realized you couldn't let you go. He wouldn't.
I am honestly surprised no one has done this, at least not that I've seen? Now, personally, I don't want kids. I don't LIKE kids. Buuuuut... I think it's fun to think about a character as a parent.
Also... FRESH BANNERS~~!! ♥
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🪕His Thoughts: A big fan of the idea. He misses having a family, and while he would never push his lover into it, if you propose the thought… He’s gonna jump you right then and there (even if you aren’t capable of making a baby that way *wink*). Might be the least composed he has ever been around you. High preference for a girl since he helped his mother with his little sister, though he doesn’t dislike the idea of having a boy, either.
🪕As a "Boy Dad": Stunned when the baby is born. He’s both ecstatic and nervous. As the eldest and the son, he grew up very quickly, and he knows he doesn’t want to force that upon this bundle in his arms. The baby will, inevitably, grow up to be a lot like Jinu: a proper gentleman, a bit of a dork, and all-around devoted to you.
🪕As a "Girl Dad": Oh, he is beyond thrilled. In a way, this is his second chance to “raise” his sister. It makes him emotional, especially when the baby is older and does things that remind him of her. His daughter will grow up adored and spoiled, but she will also be so, so kind and, in his eyes, the most beautiful woman (besides you, if you identify that way). He credits you for how well she turns out, but it was definitely a team effort.
🌽 His Thoughts: Would never think of it unless the idea is straight up shoved into his face, but he likes the thought. Having grown up with brothers in a strict, “men rule the house”-type of household, he thinks having a boy would be best. Honestly, the idea of having a girl kinda scares him — how does one interact with a little girl?
🌽 As a "Boy Dad": This man literally cheers when the baby’s gender is announced. And then apologizes profusely when the little thing starts crying. When the child gets older, Abby does fall back into the mindset that was enforced upon him as a child, so you need to gently remind him he should strive to be “the father he wanted” instead of the father he had. With your guidance, the baby will grow up to be a bit of a whirlwind underneath major golden retriever energy. Not unlike Abby.
🌽 As a "Girl Dad": Abby thought he wanted a boy. Maybe even thought he needed a boy. But when his baby girl is placed in his arms, he melts in a way you’ve never seen. He cries and holds her close, kisses you and thanks you for letting him have this. That girl will grow up fearless because she knows her dad will be there to protect her. And when it comes time for him to step back and let her live her life? She’s going into the world knowing how to kick serious ass.
🌹 His Thoughts: Depends. If you are physically capable of and, more importantly, WANT to conceive your child the natural way, he is ADAMANTLY OPPOSED. Why? What if the child inherits some of the “traits” that made his human life so miserable? If you are talking about adoption or using a donor, however, he is more on-board. Nervous? Absolutely — he never had a family to speak of, so he doesn’t know how to be a parent. But on-board all the same.
🌹As a "Boy Dad": Romance knows he is not traditionally masculine, although he is very confident in his masculinity, fluid as it might be. He worries too much about how the child might be treated if people see him as the child’s father, but for real? He is a great dad. He is gonna raise that boy to be respectable, maybe a bit too flirty, but dedicated to his loved ones. Especially you. He will make sure that child knows how lucky they are to have YOU as a parent.
🌹 As a "Girl Dad": He seems unsure of himself, but you can tell… Romance thrives as a girl dad. The type of father to let her do his make-up, nails, hair, whatever she wants without a care in the world. And he sets such a good example for her of how a man can be something other than a “manly man” and still be great. Much like Jinu, he spoils his daughter, and you have to reign him in a bit at times. She grows into a stylish, emotionally-intelligent young lady who, as he intended, thinks you are the reason the sun rises.
❓ His Thoughts: Honestly, Mystery is totally neutral to the idea. If you bring it up, he agrees without much thought. If you press him on the subject, he will simply say you are his family. You want to grow the family? He’ll do his part and be there to support you 100%. You want to stay just the two of you? Sounds fine to him. He’s just a Chill Boi™. Mild preference for a boy, due to his age and the fact that he grew up with a little brother, but he is down for whatever.
❓ As a "Boy Dad": As would be expected, Mystery handles a little boy like a pro. He can be a bit forgetful that the child is not his brother — you have to remind him it actually is his job to correct misbehaviors and lay down rules. Despite his tendency to be more “buddy” than “dad,” Mystery raises a respectful, well-mannered son. Who occasionally makes feral noises, but what else would you expect?
❓ As a "Girl Dad": Surprised by the realization he has a daughter. As if the moments leading up to the bundle being placed in his arms never happened. Much like with you, he is extremely protective, much more so than of a son. He lets her get away with more than he should, partly because he worries about how fragile she might be. Again, you will have to remind him this is his daughter — she is not fragile. He’ll get the hang of it eventually, and while she may still be a bit of a wild child, she is a good girl, much like her father is a good boy.
🍼 His Thoughts: Not opposed, per say, but not really for it, either. Baby doesn’t believe he would be a good father. His relationship with his father was distant and borderline non-existent; his mother was his only example of a true parent. He might take a little convincing, but if you really want it, he’ll put forth his best foot.
🍼 As a "Boy Dad": The truth of the matter is… Baby is a goddamn excellent boy dad. Having been raised primarily by his mother, he knows how to be soft and firm in the right measures. He is confident in his masculinity and will encourage his son to explore hobbies other men might mock, such as sewing or gardening. That kid is going to grow up to be a prime example of a man, and you should absolutely hold it over Baby’s head that he is the reason for it.
🍼 As a "Girl Dad": Hoo boy, he has been thrown FOR A LOOP. He is out of his element on this one and will rely heavily on you assuring him he is not being too strict or too tough or acting like a toxic father in any way. He loves his kid, and he does not want to fuck up her perception of men. In fact, he frequently tells her when she is older to not be like you and find someone who is actually WORTHY of her. (You smack him for this because what the fuck does that mean? He is worthy of you, goddamit.)
stratt and grace and the rest of the phm science team running on 4 cumulative hours of sleep at an unscheduled conference. dimitri and lokken are trying to explain a new complication in the hail mary's fueling system and the resources necessary to iron it out but they keep getting interrupted by government officials butting in until grace (who doesn't even look up from his laptop and checked out of the conversation two days ago) snaps "we raise our hands to speak"
complete silence for like 3 seconds. the french prime minister sheepishly raises his hand and stratt smiles for the first time that week (grace buries his entire head behind his laptop screen for wont of a better option, like jumping straight into the sea)
say hi to pre-dump spamton, folks!! he's changed a lot since then, but he carries a lot of the same old grudges and sports the same old uniform... and yet he'd say he's closer to achieving his dream than ever before. those maillisons won't know what hit 'em!
Oh, Mary, full of grace, receive the bloodied
sufferer into your arms
I really wanted to show how I see what is happens to bloodymary right after the moment when Grace takes Simon from the bloody ocean
I feel like I want it to be creepy and disturbing.
oh no, who's that standing against the wall in the last frame? It seems like while Rocky sleeps, Grace will survive the real Ripley-trying-to-survive-on-the-ship-with-Alien experience
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