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I'm literally fist fighting myself and tumblr right now because I was writing a fic on here and like 1k words in I went to save it as a draft and TUMBLR FUCKING DELETED THE WHOLE THING 😭😭 AND MY DUMBASS DIDNT SAVE IT ANYWHERE ELSE

Bear with me guys I'm still new to this

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OH MY GOD IT SAVED IM SO HAPPY OH YES THANK GOD YESSSS THANK YOU GOD HOLY HELL

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I'm literally fist fighting myself and tumblr right now because I was writing a fic on here and like 1k words in I went to save it as a draft and TUMBLR FUCKING DELETED THE WHOLE THING 😭😭 AND MY DUMBASS DIDNT SAVE IT ANYWHERE ELSE

Bear with me guys I'm still new to this

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Okay. Hear me out.

Eden and the C.O.I are in a black hole. HEAR ME OUT NOW.

The 'quiet rapture' happened because of a singularity. A singularity that formed due to the Collison of some cosmic entity or because of the collapse of a star, I'm not sure YET as I still need to do some research on how singularity form (I'm pretty sure it's from stars collapsing)

So. The singularity formed somewhat close to Eden and the COI, but all nearby stations didn't notice it form, so after time it was able to consume enough 'nutrients' to keep growing into a bigger and bigger black hole. After much time, all of the stations were pulled into this black hole, as well as nearby planets and light. But not any stars. The stars aren't DEAD. They're just outside!!

The rapture is still technically a quiet rapture, as nobody noticed it AND it was quiet! They were all too focused on trying to find a place to go and to get humanity to survive they simply just didn't notice the giant black hole looming ever closer by the minute threatening to eat them all!

Am I stupid or am I just stupid?

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Uhhhmmmm... saw bird... saw bird today

I made this tkl art for my partner and I but he told me I should post it because 'the masses would enjoy it' so uhmmmm here you go tumblr

AUDHHGHHHH

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So uhm... anyone else know this game?

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I am back.

Ryland Grace and Eva Stratt. They're rotting my brain and I love them!!

Grace was never put on the Hail Mary.

First person POV: Ryland Grace

Pt. 2! Check page for part 1.

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I woke up on my couch, groaning as I sat up. I took a deep breath and stretched my arms far above my head. The thin blanket slipped off of my chest and down into my lap as I stretched up. I was still too half-concious to notice the smell of eggs and other foods cooking in my kitchen. Or even why I was asleep on my couch and not my bed. I went to rub my eyes, but my knuckles hit into my glasses. I grunted, resisting the urge to curse to myself for falling asleep with my glasses on.

I looked down and realized I was wearing the same outfit I wore last night after I got home. A confused look made its way onto my face as I began fully waking up.

Wait. Was that food? I sharply turned my head to my kitchen, gasping a bit as I saw Stratt standing at the stove, cooking food.

"Stratt?" I said, furrowing my brows slightly. The woman turned, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Good morning, Dr. Grace," she spoke, the usual formal tone in her voice. I stared at her for a long moment as all of the memories from last night came back to me. I remember after I... kind of absolutely wrecked her, she asked to stay here for the night. I said yes and let her stay in my room for the night as I didn't have a guest bedroom. I guess it was the thing a proper man would do, right?

"...right," I narrowed my eyes slightly, trying to go over a few things in my head. "What are you making?"

"Eggs and pancakes," Stratt responded, turning back to the stove to assumably flip an egg. I stretched once more, getting up. "There is coffee on the counter for you."

"Oh, thank you," I responded, slightly rubbing at my upper stomach under my shirt. I walked over and leaned over the counter where the warm cup of coffee sat. I took a sip.

"How in the absolute world did you remember how I liked my coffee?" I turned to Stratt with a dumbfounded look on my face.

"It's not hard to forget." She spoke.

"Where did you get pancake batter? And syrup?" I asked, looking up at her.

"I made them both. You had flour, baking soda, and sugar. As well as water and vanilla for the syrup," she responded, the absolute hint of a smile on her face. I didn't know she knew how to bake, nor cook. I was a bit surprised.

"Wow. I didn't know you knew how to cook. Or even bake."

"There are many things you don't know I can do, Dr. Grace."

I frowned a bit, "You don't need to call me Dr. all of the time, you know? Just call me Ryland. It's a bit awkward getting called Dr. Grace in my own home..." I thought back to last night when she kept saying my name while I tickled the absolute living heck out of her. I couldn't help but smile a bit at the thought. It was nice to see her so... vulnerable. I glanced at her, analyzing her face. She looks a lot more well rested than I've last seen her. I guess she slept well.... in MY bed, nonetheless. Hmph. I can't believe someone dare sleep better in my own bed than me.

"Okay then, Ryland," she added snarky emphasis to my name to tease with me. I chuckled.

"Thank you, Eva," I tested the waters with using her name. I made sure to add the same emphasis to her name as she did to mine.

Her eyebrows arose slightly, a bit taken aback at my comeback. I noticed and returned the expression. She hummed and lowered her brows, going back to cooking the food. I chuckled, my thoughts wandering to how she found the things in my kitchen without waking me up. She finally finished cooking the food and gave me a plate with eggs and pancakes.

I kept thinking about what happened last night. It was really nice hearing her laugh like that. It sounded just so... real. It was honestly a bit addicting. I chuckled to myself and took a bite of my pancakes. Wow, these were delicious.

"Holy cow, Stratt. These are really good," I smiled at her. She simply nodded at me, taking a bite of her own food. After some time, we had finished our food and abandoned our plates on the table. Stratt had gotten up to make herself another cup of coffee, assuming she made one with mine earlier and already drank it.

"So... about the uh... whole living situation. Do you need help with that? I can help you find apartments or even jobs since I know you probably don't have much money on you..." I tried to lightly bring up the conversation. Eva stood nearby, drinking the coffee. She paused slightly, a different expression shifting onto her face. She sighed.

"No places will hire a felon, Ryland," she sighed, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I mean.... you'd be shocked," I shrugged. "There are quite a few places around here who are desperate enough that they'd hire downright anybody. As long as they have the capability of doing their job—and I sure as heck know you can do your job." I teased at her, smiling as I watched her expression. She seemed to be pondering a bit.

"Yes... you do have a point," she took another long sip of her coffee. "Where would there be options?"

"I mean... there are quite a lot of places. We could pull up my laptop to browse through some places and see if you see anything you like?"

Eva slowly nodded, keeping her gaze focused on the floor. I would notice that she does that a lot, where she gets really lost in thought and fixated on one point and doesn't look away. She never even blinks when it happens; I've watched. If I try to pull her away from it, she still stays fixated until I physically snap her out of it. She's only been here for about eight hours, but I've started to pick up on some of her habits.

I dusted my hands off as I went to grab my laptop. "Here, come sit down."

I sat at the table and opened my laptop. Eva came over and sat next to me, still holding her coffee.

For the next hour or so, we sat there browsing through desperate jobs in the area. During that time, I helped her make a new resume, as she had lost her old one. She already knew everything she needed to put on there, I just put it into the digital version. She had also found a few jobs she wanted to send an application to to try it out. She wasn't the biggest fan of the options, but she took what she could get. I knew that she wasn't too fond of not having any control anymore, so I let her have full control over this part of her life. Plus, I wasn't there to guide her through everything; she was an adult, and she knew perfectly well how to do these things. I also just enjoyed helping her out because I know she probably wasn't doing the best after immediately getting fired and arrested after the project. Prison is no joke.

"We can worry about apartments later. For now, you can stay with me until you get things figured out. I have enough of a paycheck to temporarily pay for the two of us, so you don't need to worry about that," I stretched back in my chair, glancing at Eva. She stood, and on her way to the sink, she jabbed at my side with her finger. I yelped and quickly pulled my arms down, glaring playfully at her.

"Oh, cmon! I help you find a job, and THIS is how you treat me?" I playfully pout, a smile on my face. I hear a snort-like laugh from behind me where Eva is standing. She sets her mug in the sink and turns towards me.

"Thank you, Ryland," Eva says, bowing her head to me a bit. "I truly do appreciate your... grace, towards me. I will find my way to repay you back for the many things you have done to help me and humanity."

"Oh- Pffsh. You don't need to do all of that! I had.. fun working with the astrophage, if I'll he honest. It brought me back to when I was in college and doing all of those kinds of things. I really missed getting into the microbiology of things," I said, a fond edge slipping into my voice. I truly did love microbiology and chemistry. During college, my major was microbiology, and my minor was chemistry. During high school, I took multiple AP physics classes, astronomy classes, and geology classes. Any science you could really think of I took during high school or just casually studied up during my free time during the times I did school.

I looked at Stratt, and she still was staring at me. Clearly, she wasn't taking 'no' as an answer.

"I- uh. ...okay?" I said a bit sheepishly, not sure how to respond to her stare. Despite everything, she still kind of scared me. I mean, who wouldn't be afraid of her? She's terrifying!

"Good," she finalized, walking over and sitting back down at her chair. She had a very slight smile on her face—one could only notice it if they looked hard enough.

After a bit more job searching, we both got tired out. I closed my laptop and went to get up to gather the dishes, but before I could do anything, Stratt had beat me to it and gathered the dishes. She brought them over to my sink and began washing them.

"Gosh, Stratt. You don't need to do everything around here..." I spoke, raising my eyebrows a bit at her.

"It is only courtesy. You are allowing me in your home and providing shelter and sustenance for me. It is only the least I can do," Stratt responded, scrubbing off the dishes. I shook my head and chuckled, standing up. I stood in the kitchen near her, watching her clean off the plates and silverware. After a moment, I smirked as an idea popped into my head.

Stratt was wearing a loosely fitted t-shirt—one she probably found in a lost and found or from someone. It looked nice on her, but it gave me.... easy acce- no. No, that sounds weird. Grace, don't say that. It's not like that. I meant like easy access to tickle her. Oh gosh, I'm an idiot.... I'll just ignore that whole line of thought.

I slowly snuck up behind Stratt, making sure she was unaware of me. I then tested my luck and slipped my—shockingly cold—hands under her shirt and right onto her bare sides. She practically screamed, dropping a fork back into the sink. I laughed, keeping my hands where they were as she spun around, grabbing my wrists with her wet hands.

"Doctor Ryland Grace!" Stratt exclaimed, trying to pull my hands away from her sides. I laughed and began wiggling my fingers over her skin. She couldn't help but start to laugh but kept trying to push me away.

"Stop- haha-!! Ryland!" She laughed. I knew she wasn't serious despite her efforts to sound stoic. She then suddenly lightly smacked her soaking wet hand on the front of my face, smearing the dirty water across my glasses and face. I yelped and laughed, pulling away from her and letting her go.

"Good god, Grace! What has gotten into you?" She said, flicking her hands off at me playfully. I laughed nervously, wiping my glasses off. I gave her a sheepish, lopsided grin as she glared at me. I left my glasses off as gross stuff was just smeared across them, and I'd need proper cleaner to get it off. She was a bit blurry, but I could tell she.. oh no. Oh, she was planning. That was the look she had. My grin instantly dropped into a nervous wince. I could feel my ears turning pink at the simple idea.

Stratt sighed, turning back to the sink and tucking her shirt into her pants. I sighed a sigh of relief and stepped back, careful of my next moves as to not provoke her more than I already did.

"You know, Ryland. If you really wanted to be tickled, THAT badly, you could have just asked instead of jumping me at every chance you can get," I suddenly heard Stratt say from over her shoulder. My cheeks instantly turned pink.

"I- what?? I- haha- what would make you say that? I wouldn't ever do that! Haha- I mean- who would want that??" I tried my best to play it off but instead just horribly embarrassed myself. "gosh this really isn't helping my case...." I muttered to myself, burying my face in my hands.

"It really isn't, doctor." I groaned even more when Stratt smugly spoke once more. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it KILLED me.

"I'm- gonna go get ready..." I spoke, my voice low and flushed. I turned and began walking to my bedroom.

"Good. It gives me time to finish these up. Then I can give you your so desired attention."

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Don't worry, don't worry, I'll post a part 3. Grace will positively get GOT.

I hope this was enjoyable!! I love writing these things it's so so fun

I had to edit this post about fifteen times because I started half of it and stopped and finished the last half later on, so there were a LOT of inconsistencies in it 💔 goodness me. And before any of you say anything; this is written with my own two thumbs. Yes, I use em dashes, Oxford commas, and semi-colons. No, I'm not AI, I promise. (Did I actually use any Oxford commas?/nsrsq I'll be honest I don't know because I barely know what those are, I just put a comma where I feel fits.)

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You're back?

Grace was never put on the Hail Mary.

First person POV: Ryland Grace!

Ryland AND Stratt both get wrecked. (it switches back and forth :) )

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I remember standing at the launch site a couple hundred meters back from the Hail Mary. Yao, Ilyukhina, and DuBois all were in that ship. It saddened me to see them all going out to their deaths... but I knew it was for the greater good and that they wanted to.

Stratt stood next to me, also watching the launch. I noted that there were a few very professional looking police officers who stood near, keeping their eyes on Stratt and I, and not on the launch of the hail mary.

Stratt checked her watch, making what sounded like a sound of approval. She looked back up at the Hail Mary and I followed her gaze.

"It will launch in 30 seconds," Stratt spoke, her demeanor not changing at all. But something did feel... off.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, looking at her once more. The power she held over everyone here was... insane. Incredible? Astonishing? I wasn't sure what word to use here.

"Yes, Dr. I am fine," she responded. I raised a brow at her, not entirely trusting her answer. But I mean, who was I to question her authority? If she says she's fine, I'm sure she's fine. I look back towards the launch site, watching as they prepare the ship and unhook the loading dock. It still is crazy to me that I helped breed all of that astrophage. 1.8*10^23 joules of pure energy. I chuckled at myself a bit for the math equation I made in my head. I mean, it's really a simple math equation. It just calculates how many molecules are in a full atomic mass of an element. I could easily convert that into a really big number, but I guess my brain automatically went to the equation instead. I mean, I am a middle school science teacher.

I jolted when the ship suddenly launched. I watched, my attention fully set on the ship now. I waited as it got further up into the atmosphere, a grin slowly spreading across my face. I laughed and watched as it went up all of the way. My giddiness was cut short.

"Hands behind your back," a stern voice said behind me. For a moment, I thought that I was getting arrested. I turned and saw Stratt calmly put her hands behind her back as a police officer quickly put a pair of cuffs on her wrists.

"What? Stratt, what's happening?" I asked before it hit me. Oh yeah.

Misuse of power and manslaughter, I think, is what she said. I had forgotten that she said she would get arrested the moment the Hail Mary was safe in launch. Right.

"Oh gosh..." I muttered as Stratt looked at me, her eyes looking... tired. I'd never really seen her this tired.

"Goodbye, Dr. Grace. Thank you for the help throughout this project. You will go home and live your life as if this never happened. Do not dwell on my memory," Stratt said with a slight nod at the end. I blinked a few times, the words not quite reaching my mouth. Before I could say anything, she was getting escorted into a police vehicle to be taken to prison. I wouldn't see her again after that.

And I didn't.

I stretched, stepping into my apartment. It'd been about a year since the launch of the Hail Mary. Yao, Ilyukhina, and DuBois were all in medically induced comas, the robot within their dorm taking care of them and making sure they were safe and healthy.

I shook my head a bit, setting my work bag by my coat rack and hanging my coat up. I went over to my freezer to get one of my pre-made meals I could throw into the microwave. Sometimes, I'd grill it on the stove if I were feeling a bit fancy that night. Maybe crack open a cold one. (A cold on as in a can of coke I keep in the fridge... I don't drink.)

I pulled off the lid of the container, discarding it to the side as I put it into the microwave to heat. As it heated up, I went over to the door and took my shoes off, discarding them beside the welcome mat. The microwave beeped, and I made my way back over to the kitchen. I got myself my food and everything I needed as I sat down on my couch. I didn't turn on my TV tonight because I wasn't very interested.

I was about three quarters of the way through my dinner before I heard a knock on my door. I flinched a bit, turning over to look at my door. Who in the world would be knocking at my door at 8:30 at night? I groaned, upset that my food time was interrupted. I made my way over to the door and opened it, freezing as I made direct eye contact with the person on the other side of the wooden slab.

"STRATT?!"

"That is me. Hello, Dr. Grace."

"Holy guacamole, what in the HECK are you doing here?? I thought you were supposed to be in prison!"

"Technically, yes. I still am. I am just no longer there... hmm. Physically, if you may," Stratt said, tilting her head a bit.

I stood there, absolutely astonished that she was HERE! Holy moly.

"How did- you? What??" I couldn't even properly get words out with how shocked I was. Stratt entirely ignored my questions.

"Would you like to go out for a drink, Dr.?" The question caught me off guard. She's asking me out for a drink? Is she asking me OUT?

"No, I am not asking you out on a date. Do not take it like that." Well, that answered my question.

"I- uhm. Sure? When? Where would we go?" I asked, shaking my head a bit. I was trying to fathom the idea that Stratt was ACTUALLY here right now and that this wasn't a dream.

"Now. And we would go to the local pub," Stratt answered, her voice keeping that same authority she's always had, despite no longer having any sort of authority. It made me realize that i... kind of missed it... wait. The local pub?? That place is a straight-up ask to get robbed! If we go in there, we're practically just screaming, 'Come rob us! We want to be robbed and hurt very badly!'

"The local pub?? Stratt, do you know how dangerous that place is?"

"Oh, I'm aware. I would still like to go. I'd like to talk to you, and that place is less likely to have people who will recognize a wanted criminal," right. Stratt is a wanted criminal. Actually, more than a criminal. I think she's a wanted FELON. Wow.

"...right. You're a wanted criminal who escaped jail, probably. I forgot about that part," I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "Do you just want to come in? It's much safer than... that place."

"No. There could be microphones implemented throughout your home."

I stared at Stratt for a moment, eyebrows slightly raised.

"...okay, I may be a bit irrational with that. But I... hm," she paused, seeming to be at a loss for words.

I'd never really seen Stratt fumble over her words. She always kept up some kind of stern and stoic personality. It was a bit... nice. I liked seeing her softer.

"Fine. I will come in," she said after a moment of me looking at her with a slightly smug smile. "Do not give me that look, Grace."

I stepped to the side—well, I more stumbled to the side, considering that she kind of shoved past me.

"Well, at least take your shoes off!" I called after Stratt, stumbling into my kitchen as I shut the door. She already sat at my table, folding her hands. She didn't have her tablet with her. I guess she didn't need it. I walked over to the table, adjusting my glasses. As I walked by, I noticed my discarded dinner from earlier. I frowned a bit and sighed, sitting adjacent from Stratt.

"So... uh," I began, anxiously bouncing my leg and rubbing my hands together. Holy cow, a wanted felon was actively sitting in my kitchen. A literal murderer wanted to talk to ME. Me?? But I mean... her criminal acts can be justified...

"How have you been, Dr. Grace? Have you gone back to teaching again?" Stratt asked. I, once again, was caught off by her question. I analyzed her face for a moment before answering. She looked.... so exhausted. She didn't have that same stoic demeanor to her. It was a bit strange seeing her so.. vulnerable, I guess.

"Uhm.. I've been.. okay, I guess. Yeah, I've gone back to teaching. I really missed my kids, you know?" I laughed a bit, my mind drifting back to my classroom. Oh, man, I missed my kids a lot.

"Hm. Good, I'm glad. You look much less tired. Do you have anything to drink? Alcohol, preferably," Stratt asked at the end, looking at me.

"Oh, yeah uhm. I have something." I got up, thinking to myself. I guess I'll open that coke sooner than I thought... I walked over to my fridge and grabbed my can of coke, reaching on top of my fridge to grab the bottle of whiskey I stored 'in case of emergencies'.

On my way I got two cups and then sat down beside stratt so I could pour her whiskey easier.

"Whiskey work?" I asked, setting the things down and playfully nudging her. "Didn't think you'd drink this late. Nor did I think you would drink like this."

Stratt nodded to answer my question, then huffed a bit as a chuckle. It was always her way of laughter.

"Here. Want any ice?" I asked, smiling a bit as I opened the bottle and poured some into the glass I had given her. She shook her head and took the glass, taking a sip. As she did so, I poured my coke and slipped a bit of whiskey into it.

We kept the conversation flowing, and after a while, I finally got a laugh out of her. It was probably the whiskey getting to her, but I didn't mind. She laughed, and that's all I needed.

I laughed and poked playfully at her side to tease her for finally laughing. She jolted, a cut-off sound escaping her mouth. It kind of sounded like a hiccup. I froze a second, watching her face as she turned away with a slight smile.

"What was that?" I asked a bit playfully, a nervous edge to my voice.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it," Stratt replied, still averting my gaze.

"Really?" I asked, a playful smirk coming onto my face. I poked at her side again, getting a bit more of a reaction this time. Is Stratt TICKLISH?

"Oh my gosh, Stratt, are you ticklish?" I asked, my smirk stretching into a grin.

"I will not be answering that," Stratt said, her tone of voice a bit more giddy than usual. Oh, that was just wonderful!

"Oh my gosh, you're ticklish! Eva Stratt is TICKLISH?" I said, getting giddy at the idea. Stratt pressed her lips together to hide a smile, turning her head away a bit. I wiggled my fingers a bit playfully before 'attacking' her. She yelped a little bit, her fear soon falling into giddy laughter.

"Aaiy! Youueuhaha- Ryllahahandd!!" She laughed, not moving much away from my hands. Oh, she was loving this!

"Eevaaa! What is It, hmm?" I laughed, still wiggling my fingers over her sides and stomach. I made sure to be gentle enough that I didn't hurt her, but it was still hard enough where it really got her laughing up a storm.

"Eehhaha-eenouhfhahghh!" She finally got out, her face flushing up a bit. It paired well with her hair. I laughed and ceased my attack, pulling back my hands. Eva took a few breathy laughs, shaking a bit with a grin on her face. I loved seeing her grin like that. It was so nice. It took me a moment to realize she was looking right back at me with... oh no.

I shrieked as she tackled me to the floor, immediately going for my underarms as she pinned my wrists above my head. I shrieked and laughed, trying to catch my breath after my back hit the floor weird and almost knocked the wind out of me. I gasped and kept laughing, tears welling in my eyes from the lack of oxygen, pain, and.... getting tickled.

Eva had an 'evil' grin on her face as she mercilessly went for my underarms and ribcage. I wriggled around, trying to get free, but I didn't have nearly enough strength to overcome Eva.

"AEHRHeheEHDBF-- EVEVEAA PLLREHHEHASEEE," I gasped, wheezing a bit. I could feel my face and neck turning red, a bit of sweat beading on my forehead.

"Hm. You're quite ticklish too, aren't you, Ryland?" Eva says teasingly, which makes me internally scream as I throw my head to the side. I keep wriggling and trying to break free from her grip, but there's no use.

I gasped and wheezed, laughing and giggling my head off. "Meerrehrhcccyy!! Pleeeheaase!" I beg through fits of laughter and loss of oxygen. I inhale sharply as Eva pauses, a look of pondering on her face.

"Hm," she hums in thought for a moment. I take sharp breaths, out of breath from getting absolutely wrecked. "Why should I?"

I freeze. I swear, if my face weren't already beet red, I would have just gotten there. I breathe out heavily, whining a bit as well. "Pleaaassee! Have mercy on meee..." I weakly beg, already worn out from how much she attacked me.

Eva laughed, releasing me and standing up. She kept a smile on her face as she offered out a hand for me to grab. I laughed a bit, taking some more breaths before I grabbed her hand. As soon as our hands collided, I got an idea. I smirked and used her arm to pull her right back down. She tumbled down on top of me, "Ryland!!" She yelped. I grin and flip her over onto her back and immediately pin her hands up.

I go right for her ribcage and underarms. She yelps and laughs, panicking but not trying too hard to get out of my wrath. I laugh and continue moving my fingers over her sides, stomach, ribs, and underarms. Her laughs became more high-pitched as she squirmed a bit under me, her eyes squinting closed. I kept mercilessly getting at her sides until I got an idea. I grinned and slowly moved my fingers up to her neck. She yelped in surprise, trying her best to curl her shoulders up to hide her neck. I lit up.

"Ohh, is your neck that ticklish!" I spoke, overjoyed at this. I continued softly wriggling my fingers over her neck. She laughed and almost squealed, her face flushing a pretty red color. It fit her.

"Beheha- Rryylahahandd! Pleeheasse!" Eva begged for mercy after a few minutes of me relentlessly wrecking her. I grinned and took a breath, relaxing my grip on her hands and ceasing my tickling. Eva took a breath of relief, shakily exhaling. She closed her eyes, going a bit limp as she practically passed out. I chuckled a bit, moving to the side of her and softly running my hand across her side so it wasn't a sudden stop. She laughed a little bit, pulling herself up. She looked absolutely exhausted, but.. happy. Happier than I've ever seen her. Gosh, it was nice seeing her like this. I didn't care if she was a wanted felon. She was a person. A person who desperately needed a break after many years of constant stress and pressure. I was more than happy to provide that.

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I apologize if any of this is out of character (for stratt or grace) or if anything is inaccurate at the beginning. I really enjoy this little fic, and I might post a part 2! That is, if I don't lose motivation and forget that tumblr exists (again...)

I really hope whoever is reading this enjoys!! I really liked writing this and had a lot of fun.

[cocoa-critter]

Loosen Up!

Long after the rest of the Hail Mary team has gone to sleep, Atratt and Grace find themselves unable to sleep, wired, tired, and in need of distraction from the stress of the most important mission in history. For however brief a time.

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Lee!Stratt, Ler!Grace, and vice versa.

PLATONIC. Don’t pmo.

This ended up a little more Lee!grace heavy….. sigh…. Whatever I wrote this like minutes after getting home from the fourth time watching the movie- it was late, gimme a break.

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The fear of open water is known as thalassophobia. I learned that from one of the captains of the aircraft carrier a while back.

It was never something I really knew I had, considering I rarely ever found myself in situations where I’d be so far out on an ocean, that no land could be seen in any direction.

Despite the fear, the upper deck of the carrier was one of the few places I could go to catch my breath, collect my thoughts, and enjoy some silence.

I’ve been there most of the evening. Honestly, I completely lost track of time. I had only come back to my senses as I noticed the last glimmer of our dying sun had long since dipped below the horizon

How long has I been standing here in the dark..?

My watch promptly told me that I’d been there a while. It was well past midnight.

In any case, I absolutely was not interested in being on the deck with a pitch black sky, and endless void ocean coming to meet it right in the middle. I stood, took a breath of the cool, salty air, and started for the lower deck of the vessel.

I passed a few clocks on the walls on my way down the long corridor, each of them, seeming nearly to scream at me that it was, in fact, WAY too late for me to be wandering around. I ignored them all, as I pushed my way into the crew lounge, standing for a moment in the doorway, enjoying the rare, and absolute silence.

I make my way over to the bar, planting my hands on the counter as I look out over the array of weirdly shaped bottles along the wall. It’d would be really sad for me to drink alone at this hour…

Good thing I don’t drink.

Behind the counter, there’s also a fountain drink dispenser. The kind you’d see at a fast food restaurant. I grab myself a cup, and nudge it against the metal lever that dispenses sprite.

I set the drink down on the counter as if I were serving someone else. “Here you are.” I mutter before walking back around, and taking a seat on one of the barstools.

“Why thank you” I reply to myself, taking a sip of the sprite.

I spend a few long moments staring into the cup, watching bubbles of carbonation form, float to the surface, and burst. The silence is peaceful.

No more than a minute later, I hear the door to the lounge open. I jolt, spinning around to see Stratt walking in, eyes glued to her phone.

I stiffen up my posture. Of all people?! Really, Stratt?!

“Oh- h-hello- Sorry, I hope I didn’t disturb you. I know lights out was hours ago-“ I say, unsure of how I should be acting, deciding in ultra-polite and proper.

Stratt raised a hand, giving me a nod as if to say “no need for that.”

I relaxed, slouching back over my cup on the bar table, resting my cheek on my hand.

Stratt took the chair beside me, sitting so that her back faced the bar, her gaze toward the rest of the empty lounge. We sat in understood, peaceful silence for a few moments.

“You are up late, Dr. Grace.“

“Yeah… lost track of time. A little stressed, and can’t sleep.“

“ me neither. Most nights I can’t.”

“… I’m… Sorry to hear that.”

“Hm.”

Stratt hummed in reply.

“A bit late for drinking, no?”

I smile awkwardly, lifting my cup, tilting it towards her. “Oh, no… It’s just sprite. Never been much of a drinker. Want some?“ …What a dumb question.

Stratt huffed. The closest thing I’d ever seen to a laugh out of that woman. To my surprise, she took the cup from me, peering into it for a few seconds.

“It’s not… It’s not poisoned, if you’re worried about that.”

“ I know, you just drank from it yourself. Habit, I suppose.”

That worried me for some reason, but maybe that’s something we can unpack another time.

Stratt took a long sip of my sprite, cringing as she did.

“What?!” I chuckle, tilting my head.

“Why is it so sweet? Is this how all American soda is?” She set the cup back in front of me.

I snort, picking it up myself. “Yeah, pretty much. You know if you want a reliable fuel source, maybe you should give Mountain Dew a try. Untapped potential right there. A liter of that battery acid could probably power a space station for a year..” I say with a smile.

Stratt hums again in reply, but her gaze drifts. I follow her eyeline to on a world map tacked onto the wall on the other side of the lounge. I think I’ve lost her.

I spin around on my barstool so that we’re both facing the same way.

“What’s up?” I soften my voice, slouching down to meet her gaze.

A long, heavy silence passes.

“ You know of Atlas, yes? The… figure. Not the map.”

I raise an eyebrow. A little random. Definitely didn’t expect mythology of all topics, but I humor her anyway. “Yeah, the guy that holds the Earth on his shoulders. The Greek titan.”

“ Yes, the carrier of the Earth and the heavens.” She pauses, looking over to me with just about the most exhausted pair of eyes I’ve ever seen. “It is hellish work, truly. To carry all that is, was, and will be on one’s own shoulders.”

I can see where this is going. I sigh, steepling my fingers under my chin, resting my elbows on my knees.

“ I bet you feel a lot like him right now, huh? I mean, from the outside, looking in, I’ve got to admit, the whole ‘ I can make any country do whatever I want as long as it’s to save the world’ does look pretty cool, but… It is a lot to ask of one person.”

Silence falls between us again.

“But for what it’s worth, what you’re doing, is something no one else on this planet could pull off. And I think that’s something to be proud of, y’know? You’re badass. Overworked, but badass.”

I hesitantly put my Hand on Stratt’s shoulder.

“And more importantly, you don’t have to carry the world by yourself. I mean- you’ve got an entire team here on the ship to support you. You’ve got allies all over the world all sharing the same goal.”

I pause.

“You have me.”

I smile, swueezing her shoulder gently, and pushing her playfully to the side.

“If I can give my honest advice, if you want to lessen the pressure you feel that’s suffocating you, you’ve gotta learn to rely on others to share the burden with you.”

Since when was I an on-board therapist? Wish I could give myself that kind of advice.

Stratt is quiet for a while, and I let go of her shoulder. Her posture loosened a little bit, and I couldn’t quite tell if she was glad I moved my hand, or disappointed.

“Thank you, Dr. Grace. For the advice.” Her response was distant, her focused had dropped from the map, to the floor, but I could tell she internalized my words, which made me happy.



“Can I get you a drink? A soft drink- it is… really late.”

“I shouldn’t. Far too much sugar for this hour.”

“What’re you tryin’ to say?” I raise my arms in mock defense.

She looks over at me, giving me a once over, before looking forward again.

“Not a problem for you. You need the calories.”

She mutters the last part to herself as I stand up to pour her a sprite.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.”

I chuckle, returning to my seat, handing her the cup. She nods in thanks, taking a sip

“For your information, I’m not that skinny. I’m just tall. More room for-“ I gesture to myself “distribution.”

Stratt chuckles quietly, looking to the side. I beam, leaning forward to get a look at her face.

“Did you just laugh?! Did I just make Eva Stratt laugh?!” I smile wide. Stratt waves me off, shaking her head, but I know what I saw.

She raises her cup to cover her mouth, clearly embarrassed by the attention, but I didn’t care.

“It’s the sugar in your damned soda.” She mutters into the styrofoam.

“Ha! That’s a myth! Sucrose does NOT cause hyperactivity, thats a lie peddled by health conscious parents. Don’t get into a fun fact fight with a middle school science teacher. It’s a fight you will ALWAYS lose.” I grin, annunciating my point with a gentle jab to Stratt’s ribs with my elbow, to which she jerks away.

I straighten up, the smile dropping from my face. That was a pretty strong reflex. Did I hurt her-?

“Woah-! Sorry, sorry- did that hurt?” My eyebrows knit together as I awaited a reply

She shook her head with a thin smile that I could only see when her hair moved out of the way. A smile?

Why is she still smiling? Why did she flinch so hard?! What should I be apologizing for, if anything?! I- …ohhhhh.

I regain the smile on my face, gently nudging her in the ribs again, this time earning a quiet gasp of surprise in addition to the same jolt from before.

And she’s still smiling.

“Stratt. Are you ticklish?” I can’t hold back a laugh, as I fold my arms, leaning back against the bar. As fascinating as the information was, I didn’t want to push it.

“Most everyone is. Why is that shocking?” She indirectly answers the question, but I still get my answer.

“Mmm, 77% of the population. Majority, but not ‘most everyone.’” I say with a shrug. Stratt throws me a confused look.

“Fun facts. Full of ‘em.” I smile. “Anyway it’s shocking because you don’t seem like you’d be in that majority.” I say, taking another drink of my sprite.

“And you seem like you are part of the majority.” I choke on my drink. She says it just as coldly as she says everything else, but it still catches me wildly off guard.

“W-what?” I feel my ears and neck burning, and I can only imagine my face is just as red.

“Am I wrong?”

“What makes you think I’m in the majORITY- hehey!” She pokes me hard in the side. I rub the area with my hand. Her nails are sharp.

“It appears I’m correct.” She says. I laugh incredulously, shaking my head.

“You know what?” I reach over, grabbing her around the shoulders, pulling her toward me like you would if you were about to give your little sibling a noogie, but instead, with my other hand, I gently claw at Stratt’s side. I leave plenty of slack for her wo wriggle free if she wants to, but she doesn’t.

I’ve never heard Stratt laugh before, aside from the occasional, polite, heavy huffs, so I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. Apparently, she hiccups?

“Dit is dwaas-!” She barks out between hiccuping laughter.

“I don’t speak Dutch, Stratt.” I chuckle, continuing to scratch at her side. She leans further into my chest as she loses her grip on her own stool. I chuckle, scooting us both over so that she can regain a point of contact with her barstool. All the while, I don’t let up, making a rigid claw tith my hand, and vibrating it against her ribs.

“If you wanna say something, unfortunately you’ve gotta say it in English for the stupid monoglot can understand.” I chuckle.

Stratt hiccups, grabbing my hand with a solid grip. “Enohohough!” She struggles to get the word out.

At the signal, I release her, sitting up, with my hands beside my head in a surrender position. I feel a slight burn in my wrist. Stratt points to the same place. “Apologies.” She says, straightening her cardigan.

I look to my arm, and there are two, short, cat-like scratch marks in my arm, apparently where Stratt’s nails had caught me. I shrug.

“No big deal. No worse than a cat scr-AH-! Oof-! Jesus, Eva-!” I cough out as Stratt took my momentary distraction to body slam me to the floor with a hollow thud. I looked up at the woman, frankly terrified.

“Stratt.” She corrected me firmly as she loomed over me, blocking the ceiling light like a storm cloud. My face twisted from pain, to confusion.

“Hang on- you call me Ryland sometimes, why can’t I call you Eva?” I squint at her. Not out of intrigue- my glasses flew off in the fall, and I couldn’t make out any part of her aside from a silhouette.

She doesn’t reply, delivering a sharp jab to my stomach. I gasp and kick a leg out. It’s only now I notice that Stratt has me effectively pinned to the lounge floor, knelt over me like a wolf over fresh kill.

“OKAHAY-! Ok- Stratt it is.” I sputter out.

“This is a very important mission, Dr Grace. It is important that mutual respect and decorum are maintained. That includes titles.”

I scoff. “Don’t give me mission talk right now! I’m on the floor of a bar right now, this isn’t decorum!” I protest. Stratt rolls her eyes - I think, I still can’t really see - and descends a hand to my left side. I shriek, thrashing like a beached fish as her deft, sharp fingers prod and poke at my ribcage.

“AHAHA-! OW- OW-! H-HAHA JEEZ YOUR NAILS ARE SHARP. MMMPH-!” She stops, slapping both hands over my mouth.

“It’s two in the morning, be quieter.” She scolds.

“I can’t help it!” I hiss back once she releases my mouth.

With both her hands over my mouth, she had left my hands unguarded. Now was my chance to gain the upper hand.

In a very uncoordinated move, I launched my arms forward, using the momentum to sit myself up, catching Stratt’s arms before she could once again capture mine. She matches my speed, mirroring my movements.

We had each other by the elbows, pushing one against the other like a reverse tug-of-war. I gritted my teeth as I struggled against her. This lady was strong. I met her gaze, only for a moment, catching a flicker if fire I hadn’t seen from her before. She was enjoying this, damnit! At my expense!

In a split second, Stratt threw my arms to the side, knocking off my center of gravity, and sending me tumbling back to the floor, this time rolled into my stomach. She grabbed my right arm, folding it across my back, and with her free hand, she rakes her claws along my back. Thankfully, the thick yarn of my cardigan dampened most of the feeling, but not enough.

“AUGH-! HahA- OWWW.” I tried to move, but with every twitch, pivot, or lean, my arm bent a little further in the wrong direction.

“Don’t be a baby, Dr Grace.”

Why is Stratt of all people so good at play-fighting?! Does she have brothers? No matter. I endure just about as much as I can, until I feel a cold hand slip down the back of my collar, landing on my neck.

I gasp sharply. “NO. NO. NO NO NO STRATT, PLEASE, I- I’M SORRY.” I plead, my entire body tensing up. I can feel my heart beating against the floor. She seems to pause and consider for a moment, but goes on anyway.

Five, nimble fingers scratch gently along the back of my neck, and I shout. And I mean howl.

“NAHAHAHAHAAA-!! STRAHHATT-! HOLY HELL, STOHOHOP!” My voice breaks as I cackle, legs kicking furiously behind me, as I try to keep my torso still, for fear of dislocating my arm.

She squeezes a few times, just for the hell of it, and I give out. I slam my free hand on the ground much more than three times.

“ALRIHIHIGHT. OKAY. PLEASE, STOP. UNCLE. UHUHUNCLE.” My voice comes out as more of a whine.

“Uncle?” She asks

“IT MEANS STOP. GET OHOHOFF.”

Finally, she lets up. She releases my arm, and unstraddles me, standing up beside me. I curl in on myself, catching my breath for a moment, rubbing the back of my neck, before slowly rolling over, and pushing myself up off the ground.

I plop back down into my barstool, looking at Stratt like a kicked puppy.

“What was that for?! I only tickled you for like a minute!” I complain.

“One minute and thirty-six seconds. I multiplied your time by five.”

“Why?!”

“That’s how I used to play with my brothers. Habit.”

“I knew it. I knew you had sibling. No only child fights like that.” I murmur.

“Thank you.”

“For what-?”

“The distraction. I needed it.”

I smile, despite my exhaustion. “Oh- yeah. Anytime. W-well please don’t- please don’t do that all the time, but I’m happy to be a distraction when you need it.” I offer an awkward thumbs up. “It’s good to loosen up every once in a while. Especially under pressure like this.” I say.

“…But can I please ask that you don’t tell the team about this? I- I mean I doubt they’d make a big deal about it, but I just KNOW ilyukhina would-”Stratt lifts a hand.

“Consider it confidential.”

Stratt smiles softly, nodding. She makes her way behind the bar, gathering out cups, and filling them this time with water. She hands me one.

“Go to sleep, Dr Grace. Hopefully you find it easier to fall asleep now. We have much to do in the morning.” She says to me as I take my cup.

“Yea. I think I will.” I stand up, my cardigan hanging off of one shoulder. Stratt reaches towards my chest, and I flinch sharply, backing into the counter, nearly spilling my water. She pauses, breaking into a stream of quiet hiccupy laughter.

“Relax, Dr.” She turns her hand up, shaking my glasses in front of me, and shoving them into the breast pocket of my shirt. I flush.

“Oh. Right… thank you.” I smile awkwardly, patting the pocket, and starting for the door.

“G’night, Dr Colonel Lieutenant Major Madam Stratt.”

“…What?”

“You said titles were important!”

She rolls her eyes, nodding and waving.

“Goodnight, Dr Grace.”

[whiddysoulss]

Hehe I'm getting into PHM and I love thiss

[ferretmoth]

I keep forgetting to post my fics here whoops

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75919216/chapters/198607726

[whiddysoulss]

I'm currently drawing my boyfriend getting wrecked by me bc I'm in a very ler mood and he's asleep so I can't just get him <3 he'll have a surprise when he's awake

🥑

[whiddysoulss]

This might just be a me thing, but I loveloveLOVE seeing my favorite people/characters getting wrecked.. like what yes I love seeing you giggle and get wrecked in the best way possible please give me more

[whiddysoulss]

I want to draw something but then when I try to draw it I get too flustered to actually draw it 🧍‍♂️

[whiddysoulss]

Wdym this is something that's so fun and silly? Wdym this is something that makes me all warm and happy inside and giggly????? What????

[whiddysoulss]

This is my first time ever interacting with this community because I only just recently got into this, but I have a question that I'm kind of scared to ask (and it's very self indulgent related and its embarrassing)

But am I like... allowed to 'headcanon' real people? YouTubers specifically... I feel weird asking and I only really want to do it in private, but I don't like doing 'bad' things even in private lol, something about it feels wrong. So like is that an okay thing to do?