Okay ummmmmm too hard to choose !!!! What's one no one had asked for yet that you are excited to yap about?
Lain!! Thank you!! Okay...I have not been asked about Ash 'verse (featuring single dad Buck) so I'll yap a little about that, even though I haven't worked on it in awhile
So I started it last July for the cuddle prompts "falling asleep" and "familiar cuddle" (which I ended up writing something else for because this grew bigger than I meant it to) and this image popped into my head of Tommy going to Buck's after a shift to check on Buck's kid--Ash--who was sick (and bring medicine and Gatorade). Here's a short exchange about it
Evan answers the phone with a soft, "hey."
"Hey. How's Ash?"
"Better now. No more fever."
"Good. I'm sorry I didn't see your texts earlier. Busy shift."
"I figured. He's been asking for you. He's tired, but he's fighting it."
Tommy smiles. "I can be there in a half hour."
Anyway, I wanted to write a future reconciliation bucktommy fic (10 years in the future rip lol) and I wanted to give Buck a kid and I wanted them to be in each other's lives as friends--as family--for quite a while before they got back together
I've written, or at least started, different flavors of reconciliation fics and something I've thought about is whether Buck and Tommy could be friends--and whether they would be friends--if a romantic relationship was off the table.
I've only written a few short snippets, but I do really love this one and I hope to figure out the rest soon
Rules: Post the last lines you wrote in your WIP(s).
I am really going to use the term WIP loosely here because I just start things and have no plan on how to finish them. Not including any that I haven't written anything new for since any previous WIP games.
smut prompt for "seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place"
Tommy digs his fingers into his own thighs. It's not hard enough to bruise—he doesn't bruise as easily as Evan does—but blood rushes to the surface of his overheated skin and leaves temporary marks in the shapes of his fingers, nearly identical to the ones on Evan's thighs—peaking out from his swim shorts—except his are red where Evan's are a mottled purple and yellow.
It does nothing to stave off the sudden rush of arousal crashing over him like a wave.
prompt for "offering the other your coat"
Hen and Chim share a look, gasping and saying something about "olives" at the same time before bursting into laughter. They take one last look at Buck and Tommy, link their arms together, and head down the street, their only goodbyes being a wave and a salute, respectively.
Tommy raises his eyebrows, as if to say 'those are your friends.'
"Hey, you knew them first."
Tommy tilts his head. "But you know them best."
"You flew into a hurricane for them," Buck says. He shoots for judgmental and lands somewhere north of hopelessly fond.
I still don't know what I'm calling this
Evan bites his lip. He looks every bit eager and vulnerable as the man Tommy fell in love with ten years ago. He looks mere seconds away from grinding down in Tommy’s lap.
“Evan. Go to bed.”
Evan rolls his eyes, but he rises up on his knees anyway. He smirks and says, “yes, Daddy” as he climbs off Tommy’s lap.
Tommy’s nails scrape across the leather.
NP tagging @cappuccinoandglitter @frogsinflannel @thegingerparty @fake-mouthstatic @michaelormewood @just-barrow @maybeitsmay & anyone else who wants to <3
From this universe, where Angela lives and she, Stacker and Herc raise their kids together. And after Lucky Seven goes down, it isn't Herc who climbs into Striker Eureka.
On February 29th, 2020, at 02:00 AKST, the biggest Categoy 3 kaiju to ever emerge from the Breach was detected heading toward the city of Anchorage.
At 02:42 AKST, the kaiju managed to slip past Romeo Blue at the Miracle Mile under the cover of a heavy storm.
At 02:51 AKST, against direct orders from Marshal Stacker Pentecost, Gipsy Danger went to rescue a small fishing boat and was attacked.
At 3:03 AKST, also against direct orders from Marshal Stacker Pentecost, the recently-activated Striker Eureka assisted the Becket brothers in defeating the kaiju.
(The first thing Mako does upon returning to the Shatterdome is to find Gipsy Danger's nearest pilot and punch him in the face. Chuck goes straight to the ER, left side mangled from them intercepting the attack that, in another universe, killed Yancy Becket. She shouts about recklessness and stupidity and almost losing her brother to their cockiness, and Raleigh stands there, head bowed low, and doesn't argue.)
Man IDEK if I want this to be associated with the other A/S/H thing, this is like a complete 180 from the fluffiness of that. SO THIS MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE HAPPENED IN THAT UNIVERSE, WHO KNOWS.
Since Lena Headey is my headcanon Angela, yes, this is the little nod she gives at the end.
Warning for creepy as fuck Scott Hansen, assault, and mention of offscreen attempted rape.
Also, Mako will gut you like a fish if you hurt her family. And Angela will help. (Hansen-Pentecost ladies get shit DONE.)
When Scott showed up at Herc's hospital room door, Angela refused to let him in.
When he tried to shove past her anyway, she broke his nose.
"You are not getting anywhere near my husband," she hissed as Scott reeled back, smacking against the wall opposite.
"Angie, what the fuck!"
Scott glared at her over the backs of his knuckles, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as blood trickled down his lip. She'd been able to ignore that dark, wild light in his eyes before, somehow deluding herself that there was no possible way that Herc's brother could turn out so differently from her kind-hearted husband. But that was before Elena knocked crying on her door a few hours after Herc and Scott had been deployed. That was before Lucky Seven had been all but destroyed when the two brothers fell out of sync in the Drift.
They had gotten back the night before, what was left of Lucky flown in with them. Scott climbed out of the helicopter with a limp and seventeen stitches in his right side.
Herc was wheeled out on a stretcher, unconscious.
"In case you forgot, that's my brother in there," Scott snapped. He wiped his nose on the cuff of his sleeve, straightening to his not-inconsiderable height, looming over her. "Get out of the way."
Angela lifted her chin.
"And what are you going to do if I say no?" she snarled. "Hit me? Shove me into a closet and pin me down like you did to Elena?"
Scott's eyes widened. His eyes darted up and down the corridor before he stepped closer, teeth gritted.
"Whatever she told you--"
"You tried to rape my best friend!"
Angela didn't bother lowering her voice. Even before she could finish the sentence, Scott grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her backward into the hospital room, pinning her bodily against the wall. She tried to shove him away but he had six inches and fifty pounds of muscle on her; she only managed to leave deep gouges in his cheek with her fingernails before he had her immobilized again.
"Will you quiet down?" Scott demanded. "Stop making a fucking scene, for christ's sake--"
"Let me go," Angela snarled.
"Not until we talk."
"This isn't talking," Angela ground out. "This is assault, and you're hurting me."
Scott's grip on her wrists tightened. Angela refused to let him see her flinch, but she couldn't help her gaze darting over his shoulder, to the bed where Herc laid hooked up to far too many machines. He had always acted as a buffer between Scott and everyone else, his easygoing smiles and calming presence a soothing counterpart to Scott's unsettling intensity.
Scott caught the look and smirked.
"Sorry, big brother's out of commission," he said. Something dark and ugly flashed in his eyes as he paused to give her a contemplative once-over.
Angela's heart skipped a beat.
But before the fear could truly take hold, something moved in her peripheral vision--and Scott tensed as a worn hanbo staff pressed firmly against the side of his neck.
"Let go," Mako said very quietly, "Of my mother."
For a long moment, none of them moved. Then Scott's fingers slowly unclenched from around Angela's wrists. He stepped back, hands raised, as Mako moved swiftly in front of Angela, keeping the hanbo resting just against his jugular.
"Mako, look--"
"No," Mako said sharply, her voice resonating with Stacker's commanding tone. "I do not want to hear your excuses. Get out. Do not come back."
Angela tensed as Scott waited another few heartbeats, his eyes calculating as he looked at Mako. As detestable as he was, he wasn't stupid: he had more experience, more training, but Mako was already topping all of the Academy's scores in hand-to-hand even though she hadn't even yet enrolled. And even if he did beat her, the scene it would cause would draw far too many questions.
After a second, Scott dropped his hands. He opened his mouth to say something, shook his head with a grimace, and strode out of the room without another word.
Angela let out a shuddering breath. Mako slowly lowered her hanbo; Angela reached out when she saw that her daughter was shaking.
"Mako-chan? Are you okay?"
But when Mako lifted her head, there was no fear in her eyes.
There was only bright, all-encompassing rage.
"He will pay," she said softly. "I will make him pay for what he's done."
"Mako..."
"He hurt you," Mako said fiercely. "He nearly got father killed. He hurt our family."
Angela looked at her a moment longer. The protectiveness that ran in their little family unit had solidified into something sacrosanct over the years, fueled by stubbornness and love and the determination that they wouldn't lose anyone else, ever again. She glanced back at the bed, where Herc lay bruised and battered because he didn't have the heart to protect himself from his own brother.
Angela glanced back at Mako and nodded, reaching out to tuck a lock of vivid blue hair behind her daughter's ear.
