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WIP Wednesday

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I have been plagued by summertime fling Nib & Eddie the past few days so here's a snippet from that 😘🥵

Under the cut for uh

Literally rolling around in the hayloft

Okay, the hayloft wasn't their brightest idea. The blanket they'd snagged from the Gator's cargo box was barely thick enough to keep the worst of it from poking at their back while doubled, but they couldn't bring themself to care right at that moment. Not when they finally had Eddie over top of them, his forearms braced on either side of their head, his face buried in the crook of their neck as he heaved breaths into their skin. The two of them had been dancing around each other pretty much since they'd moved into the ranch house and Aunt Beau had introduced them to the ranch hands. And now they were right where they wanted to be. It was warm, but just on the side of nice warm; the heat of his body over them coupling with the warm summer night air. And something about it all — the straw poking at their back, their legs wrapped around Eddie's hips, the cliché of it all — had them giggling under their breath. He pulls back from their neck, looking down at them, face fond, and they hum as he moves, their cunt clenching around his cock, drawing a moan from the both of them. "What are you gigglin' about?" They smile, one hand moving to curl into the short hair at the base of his skull. "This is so cliché," they breathe out, smiling up at him. "This whole thing. Rolling in the hayloft with a ranch hand, I mean. The only difference is I ain't the farmer's daughter." He hums a little, leaning in to kiss them briefly.

This is supposed to be like. Their first rendezvous in their fling, in my head!

Also this has been a lil weird in my head to write bc I keep like. Planning to pull in Volt, despite this being before Eddie & Volt meet - my mind keeps going "alright, can't leave Volt out"

I think my next plan for wildflower smut will be Volt n Nib and I've got a plan for that already 😘 (yes there will be bull riding analogies involved)

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @blackbirdofasgard as always, thank you!!! 💙💙💙💙

Had an epiphany for wildflower yesterday while working and it spawned into more for Country Song Came On (the continuation of Rodeo, where Nib and Eddie meet!)

Volt smiles, waving down the barkeep on their side of the bar with a call of, "Wildfire." The barkeep turns from the back counter where he'd been slicing garnishes for the rest of the night, and Nib's breath catches in their throat. "Wildfire, this is Nib, the barrel racer I was telling you about that I ran into earlier, with the grulla mare. Nib, this is-" "Eddie," they breathe, meeting steel eyes across the oak of the bartop. His brows pull close together, one twitching upward in a questioning manner. "Sorry, I-" they clear their throat, shaking away the images in their mind. "I just took over Star's Bend for my Aunt Beau 'n Aunt Gaia so they can travel." They can see the confusion in Eddie's eyes starting to clear up, realization dawning on his face. "I used to visit during the summers, back in and after high school, and I stayed for a year when I turned twenty-two. Life caught me back in the city, and I just moved back." "And I was onea the ranch hands when you were here for a year," Eddie finishes, and Nib nods in response, hoping their face wasn't as flushed as it felt.

>:3

Inner thoughts during this scene:

Nib: Oh, fuck, I can't let Volt - a guy I've known for all of like. A day - know his partner and I used to fuck on my aunt's (now my own) ranch when I was living there before (+ bonus "He's aged like fine wine, too🫦")

Eddie: Okay, Volt knows I used to mess around with Beau's family a few years ago but I didn't know she was planning on giving them the ranch. (+ bonus of "oh no they're hotter than they were in their early twenties")

Volt: Oh, they definitely fucked, and they're both right to. Now it's my turn

(The thought of Nib & Eddie having a "summertime fling" of sorts - the actual timeline I've figured out is like. August to February - back before Eddie's bull wreck and when they were both a lil younger has just been. On. My. Mind.)

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WIP Wednesday

So. I have nothing to show for WIP Wednesday today BUT Might I offer a (slightly spicy) brainworm idea I've had in my head all week after popping a tire at work on Thursday

Tagged by @blackbirdofasgard thank you 💙💙💙

Under the cut are my ramblings about this idea for suggestiveness

Like after High Voltage Realty is up and running, Volt's on the way home or to a viewing and their tire pops, so they call Nib to fix it cause it's like. The first time they've had a flat, so Nib drives out and changes the tire for them (and they have to reschedule the viewing)

By the time they're done with the tire, they're sweaty and covered in road grime

And Volt's pent up bc they just rolled up and got to work, just knew what needed to be done and how

They go home n Nib's like "aight, I need to go shower, 'm all gross" Volt's just. "I need you like. an hour ago"

(This will. hopefully become a Solder & Flux installment, if I can get my brain to write)

(but also tbf to myself, I've been working on ArtFight stuff haha)

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @blackbirdofasgard as always 💙💙

Had this idea in my head for the last three days of Earth's reception of the beetles post-PHM from Grace's point of view in the Nibbox AU so I've started writing it!

(this has also led to me wanting to write the mission logs in a script-like format and those will be uploaded to AO3 in their own thing when I finally get around to uploading the Hail Mary au to AO3 - I'm currently writing the first mission log into this format!)

Two snippets for y'all today cause I love the first scene but it felt too short so I added a bit of a later scene too!

(Putting it all under a cut for Project Hail Mary spoilers)

They were here. Ryland watched the live splashdown of the beetles with misty eyes, projector pointed at the screen at the front of his classroom. They'd done it. The Hail Mary crew had found the answer to the Astrophage crisis. He sobbed, hands cupping his face. The Hail Mary crew was dead.

And part two:

Ringo, he mused, seeing the embossed plate on the hull. Ringo was always their favourite. Not because they'd liked the Beatles, nor had any particular favouritism towards the drummer, but they'd always liked the name. Unique, like mine! They'd told him one night when they'd popped by his office aboard Stratt's Vat to drag him to dinner. They'd be pleased to know Ringo was the one that he was present for the unveiling of. He bit back another sob at the thought.

Fun fact, in this installment I have not mentioned Nib's name yet somehow lmao

(Also; because it's a little of import to why Grace is Earth-side - Nib helped him escape the Baikonur Cosmodrome and volunteered to take his place! Their reasoning was "I don't want to go, but I'd feel hella bad just letting Stratt send him off without fighting tooth and nail to help him." In return, they just want him to keep teaching and take care of their cat.)

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Seven-ish Sentence Sunday

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Today, I offer more of Constellations, from this Seven Sentence Sunday back in April! I've been needing more Eddie body worship so,,,

Nib's free hand moved, pushing the leg of Eddie's boxers up so they could plant a couple soft kisses along the crease of his hip. His leg tensed a little at the soft touch, and they gently stroke over the inside of his thigh, fingers tracing along the indents of stretch marks on the sensitive skin, coaxing him into relaxing. And relax he did, slowly, melting into the mattress under the trio with every touch, every kiss, every pass of Volt's fingers through his hair. "So perfect for me, baby," Nib coos against his skin, looking up at his face as they press another kiss to his soft thigh. He flushes cherry red, tipping his head back into the pillows to avoid their adoring gaze. "Whiskey," they call softly, resting their cheek against his thigh, hand moving up to card through coarse hair again, and they turn their head ever so little, pressing a soft kiss to his thigh, stubble scratching against the sensitive skin. "Look at me, baby." They pull their hand from under Volt's, stroking along the inside of the thigh opposite the one they were resting their head on as they waited for him to meet their gaze again. A moment and some gentle coaxing from Volt before he tipped his head back up, steel eyes meeting hazel, and Nib smiles warmly. "There you are, baby. So good for me," they praise, watching his face flush darker, his hands twitching at his sides again.

I've decided this is a lil later, probably after they move into the new house!

Also Eddie putting on a little weight post-Realization is something SO DEAR to me so 💙

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WIP Wednesday

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Today, I have some wildflower AU for y'all! A continuation of Rodeo, the first installment of the AU (so far, I wanna fuck around a little with their pre-Rodeo lore, I have been having hella ideas for it 👀👀), within is gonna be Nib and Eddie meeting (eventually)!

Nib sat in their truck, staring at the door to the bar, drumming their fingers against the steering wheel as they debated walking inside. What am I doing? They ask themself, swallowing before they sigh, tugging the key out of the ignition and popping open the door, stepping out of the truck. Taking a moment to double check that they had their wallet, they slip their keys into their pocket, walking towards the door. Stepping inside, they were a little surprised to see how few people were inside, for this being the only bar in town, with a small group watching two people playing pool, a couple people watching the performer onstage caterwauling, and more patrons scattered about the bar floor. Every face they saw was new to them, with the exception of Holly, the general store owner, and Volt, who was sitting at the bar. He turned as the door opened, waving as he caught sight of them, and they waved back, making their way through the tables to sit beside him.

Rodeo is set just a titch after Nib moves to town and settles into ranch life! They ran into Volt at a rodeo (thus the name), and know Holly from just. Going to the general store she runs!

I have a small running list of dateables I've figured out to fit into this AU, and am constantly working more out! Some are based off their object lives, some post-Realization, and some are just pure vibes and discussion with friends! All the dateables (give or take) live in town, but most work in the near metropolis! It's very much a "everybody knows everybody" vibe I'm tryna go for with this AU!

(Also I feel it imperative to mention I keep seeing Washford and Drysdale as the ones playing pool, 100% because I can see Drysdale like. Flaunting as he plays, sitting coyly on the edge of the table and shooting behind himself type flaunting, y'know?)

((Alsoalso if y'all wanna discuss I'm more than excited to ramble a bit about it, I've been having SO MANY thoughts about wildflower lately!))

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Seven (Give or Take a Couple) Sentence Sunday

As always, tagged by the ever-lovely @blackbirdofasgard 💙

A little more from the Fantastic Red Shirt installment I've been working on!

Starting to ease into spicy territory here but I kept from the main bit of it 👀

"You look damned gorgeous in it, spark, even if I try to put my bias aside as your lover, and I'm sure Eddie would say the same." Volt's hands rest on their waist again and it leans down, nosing against their jaw, pressing light kisses to their skin. Nib shivers under the affection, tipping their head to the side to give it more room, eyes half-lidded as they look at their reflection, watching Volt's lips drag over their neck, eyes watching them through the mirror. Their own eyes glide over the reflection, from Volt's face to the cleft of their chest, framed by red satin, to Volt's hands, silver-blue nails contrasting against the fabric and up to their pendant, hanging right in the center of their chest. "You're right," they murmur softly, one hand moving to cup over Volt's, thumb rubbing over its skin, the other moving to cup its head, keeping it against their neck. They feel it smile against them, the tips of its fangs teasingly digging into their flesh. "What was that, darling?" Its voice is low, rumbling through their body, and they shudder again, fingertips digging into its skin. "You're a fuckin' tease, you know that?"

Bonus of this little interaction between Eddie and Volt a few lines later that I'm actually super happy with but didn't wanna include the surrounding spicy (this time):

"Aren't they just a vision, my current?" Volt asks, as if it didn't have its hand down their pants, eyes looking across them towards their audience of one. "Living up to their name, for sure," he answers, eyes raking over the cherry fabric that adorned the shortest of their triad. Volt makes a noise of agreement, turning its attention back to their neck, sucking another mark into the column of their throat. "Live wire," it coos.

(also I got my commission back from @/ironicorange for wildflower truck bed cuddles 👀👀👀)

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @blackbirdofasgard as always, thank you!! 💙💙💙

Ran Nib's route without the DLC (sorry, Lucinda, but I'm still mad about that time you cockblocked me) so no Fantastic Red Shirt for them but had a bit of an idea for it, so I'm retconning it in bc I actually like how they look in it (throwing that below the cut).

"Live wire?" "Yeah, light?" Nib's head tilted up, looking to where Volt was looking through the boxes marked "closet" in their scribbly handwriting, their eye drawn to the bright red fabric in its hands. The chain stitched to the ruffly collar glinted in the sunlight from the yet-to-be-covered windows, and Nib straightened up from where they had been situating the blanket on the bed. "Oh, that. I thought I threw that out when I packed the closet," they say, walking closer, bumping their shoulder against its when they get close enough. Its fingers run over the spiked shoulder patches, the cherry satin fabric seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, and they hum as they stand back upright off of their partner. "I got it for some… event or theme night that Sam and I went to a few years ago. I don't remember what it was, and I honestly don't know why I kept the shirt. Like I said, I thought I threw it out when I packed up the closet." "Why have Eddie and I never seen you in it before?" They shrug as they go back to the bed, smoothing out wrinkles in the bedspread. "Just… Never fit my persona, never fit me, y'know? It was alright back then 'cause I'd only been on T for about a year and it was before my dose got upped, so I was mostly still… feminine-presenting, I guess? [...]"

This will be set as they're moving into the new house! I have a bit of a ✨spicy✨ plan for this one, too~

(More house WIP pictures + Nib in the FRS below the cut)

(still a little iffy on the bedroom, it seems too empty, I gotta figure out more clutter haha)

i forgot the spikes when I drew it and i can't be arsed to fix it so pretend they're there lmao