#deer writes

[deervsheadlights]

asset management

Mature || Gen, M/M || Project Hail Mary || Carl &/ Ryland Grace, Carl & Eva Stratt

Grace grins when Carl takes the receipt off the waitress' hands and flashes his government-issued Amex Centurion. “Kidnapping aside, you know, that is something I could get used to.” Careful what you wish for, Carl doesn’t say.

(Carl's job is straightforward except when it isn't.)

[fairyjimin]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i posted a new taekook fic today~ feel free to check it out!

title: almost

word count: 8065

summary: three times jungkook almost kisses taehyung, and one time he does.

[duckskool]

LONG POST FIC OF UHHHH HC FANFIC

Here u gO @run-rxbbit-run

“No, no, no. Henry, you have to stir gently. This isn’t one of your experiments, you know.” Aiden said in a joking manner, snatching the wooden spoon from Huxley’s hand. “Ah.” Huxley said in surprise. That was a bit...rude. Did he just call Henry’s work quick and messy? Huxley forced a smile and chuckled. “That’s funny. Say, aren’t you overcooking the meat a bit, Aiden?” He said with emphasis on his name. “Careful now, this isn’t the same thing as burning up bad children.”

Aiden was visibly shocked at first, his lips dropping into a slight frown with his eyebrows furrowed. But then immediately went back to his cheerful grin. “Hm. Perhaps I did. Well you know, Charlotte loves her meat being served at the right temperature. When preparing a meal, you have to think about what the person you’re cooking for wants. For example, Felix detests meat, especially rabbit, so you don’t feed it to him. Very simple. You don’t just throw it on a plate and expect the person to like it.” He smiled. “However, you’re just a scientist. It’s not your fault you wouldn’t know these things.”

“Well, that’s hilarious, Aiden. You know, cooking has science in it. You really don’t think about the texture, though. I have no intentions of offending you, but the texture in everything you make is just...off.” Huxley threw in some garlic to the mix, perhaps to make the food more flavorful. He took the pan from off of the stove and carefully placed it on a plate, smiling. Henry took the small breadcrumbs from the bowl and sprinkled it on top of the food. From behind him, he could hear quiet German muttering.

“Excuse me?” Huxley turned to look at him, his smile still showing. “Ah! It was nothing,” Aiden replied. “I was just thinking to myself how that looks...Ah. How can I place it nicely...Er...not so good.” He grinned. “I’ve noticed that while you were cooking, you haven’t tasted it. That’s the number one thing you must do when cooking.” Huxley blinked twice like that one gif you see literally everywhere.

“However, it’s an easy fix. Just take some cheese and sprinkle it all over it. There. Much better.” Aiden said quietly while doing the process. “How about we get a second opinion on this? I think it would’ve been just perfect without your additions. But there’s no changing that now.” Huxley suggested. Aiden sighed. “Ah, if you insist, Henry.” He picked up the plate and set it on the table. “Bennett! Do you want some food?” Huxley called out. “That is not fair. Bennett has no standards!” Aiden said without hesitation. He then gasped at himself. “Ah, was that a bit rude?” Huxley smiled.

“Precisely. That’s why I’m calling him.”

[kageyama-shigeo]

forgot to post on here before now but i wrote a new terumob fic!! i’m on mobile so i can’t embed it but here’s the link in case anyone wants to read it: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12224163

[lotsadeer]

Night's Dreams

a thing I just wrote bc what is sleep. Sorry for no readmore, mobile is a killer. -------------- Winter mornings were always the hardest. His joints creaked with the cold, his muscles ached, the faint memory of warm summer sunshine deep in his bones. A groan, from him, from the bed, the crackle pop of his back and elbows, a soft sigh, and he was sitting upright. Where was he again…? Still in a dream, or awake? The cold of the floor on his feet told him he was awake. No longer sleeping. He picked his glasses up from the side table. The world became clear as he slid them on, and he squinted at the window to gauge the time. Midmorning. He had slept in. That was alright, he had plenty of day left. - Afternoon slipped by like a cat curling around someone’s ankles, sleek and soft and then padding away to find something new. He didn’t mind. Today was meant to pass by. Warm tea by the living room window, breath leaving a fog on the glass as he watched the snow outside fall. Serene. Gentle. A beautiful day. But his bones ached. The layers he wore to stay warm. Fleece under robe under blanket. It would be alright. The cold never lasts forever. He sipped his tea, letting the warmth blossom in his belly. - Dreams never come easy. Not on nights like this. On nights like this, with the moon overhead and the world white and silent. On nights like this, the dreams lag behind him. Like weary dogs after a hard day of play. But he runs. He runs and his soul threatens to tear his flesh from his aching bones. To pull him asunder and leave him for the night to claim. Slowly, so slowly he doesn't hardly feel it, the ache leaves his bones. He feels the warmth of a summer’s day, a feeling like the sun, blossoming warmth like his tea, but more. Spreading through his veins, to his arms and legs. He is Alive again. And he runs. The only sound in the silent white night are his feet in the snow and his panting breaths. He is burning. - Morning comes again. Aching bones and cracking joints and cold floors. But the memory of summer, a dream in the cold morning. On a chair in the corner, an animal skin cloak. On the hook on his door a soft robe. A gentle hand on the cloak, before he goes about his day, waiting for his dreams again.

[deervsheadlights]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Gen || Teen+ || Ryland Grace & Rocky, Ryland Grace & Eva Stratt, Ryland Grace & Earth || 30k words

Summary:

For three hours, he’s at the beach, takes off his socks and hikes Ilyukhina’s dress up, and stands in the water. He left the cane on the shore; it hurts to let his frame bear the brunt of gravity unsupported. The reliable tide, just cool enough to chill him a little, laps at his shins.

He closes his eyes and tries to forget about himself, the familiar ache in his joints and spine. Allows himself to imagine something else.

A different truth, a hypothetical, a thought exercise.

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Rocky can't bear to lose Grace. But he can bear to watch Grace wither away from a sickness easily cured by Earth medicine even less.

Grace has to make another choice.

(Or: After thirteen years on Erid, Grace leaves his true home for Earth. Eva Stratt lives to see him return. Earth takes note of the changes.)

[deervsheadlights]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Project Hail Mary || Ryland Grace & Rocky || Gen || 6,789 words

Relatively speaking, Grace and Rocky are both somewhat unusual. It brings them closer together. Or: FtM Ryland Grace explains social constructivism to his genderless alien buddy (badly), Rocky decides he wants to be less genderless actually, and Grace and Rocky love each other in every universe.

[deervsheadlights]

me: haha what a silly premise i wonder if i could—

9k words, shame, guilt, devotion, vulnerability, and references to the mythbusters and juno (2007) later: ough...... they would do anything for each other.... what the fuck........