#555. {character studies}

[unboundtravels]

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

A couple of days ago, I was talking with a couple of people and came up with an adaptation of Trial of a Timelord that also doubled as an Unbound Valeyard origin story. I never implemented the arc, but I wanted to at least document it somewhere as a sort of verse/variation explanation. So, here it is. The Pink Doctor vs The Valeyard, and all the nifty plot points that I came up with during my planning stage.

I came up with this server when I saw a sandman-based Discord server that was seeking a character like The Doctor (specifically, they were seeking 'A Shakespearean hero/heroine, a wandering do-gooder who rights any wrongs they stumble across.') which I thought was right up his alley. I thought The Pink Doctor would work out well for the server's premise too. The world where you go when you dream. For giggles, I thought it'd be fun to have him appear in his blue appearance because he was in the dreaming world. Based on loose ramblings, this is roughly what I came up with.

A crime has been committed in The Dreaming. When The Doctor is summoned by the authorities of the dream realm, he is brought before the authorities and charged with a serious crime. However, The Doctor has no recollection of the event, and as such pleads not guilty, resulting in a very complicated and very mysterious trial with a very dark and sinister revelation. 

The Revelation was that when The Doctor had had a near-death experience, but instead of passing into The Dreaming during the state of unconsciousness, The Valeyard manifested in his place. There, he committed a crime and framed The Doctor for it. Due to the rules of The Dreaming, The Valeyard could not directly kill The Doctor. If he was sentenced to an execution, however, he'd be killed and The Valeyard could harvest his remaining regenerations. This scheme is ultimately foiled by The Doctor gradually throughout the trial. The Valeyard and the Doctor have a final confrontation in which the two-part— The Doctor, uncertain of The Valeyard's fate, returns to the living world (The other, however, hijacks a different body in the living world in order to escape The Dreaming.)

[mangoshorthand]

My Kind of Deli | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader 8k words, Rated E

GIF by this-game-is-so-nintendo On the day the world ends, you mess around with one of your professor's experimental machines only to find yourself in a delicatessen full of a guy you used to know. A guy with whom you have...unfinished business.

Stuck at the end of the world in a deli full of desparate Fives? What is a gal to do?

This is a fun fix-it romp designed to make me feel better about the disaster of a season we just had to endure. Canon Five is dead, long live the Deli Fives. Brisket Five is the star of the show.

This fic came out of a conversation with @lady-ashfade who was the first person to speak to me after I saw S4. I was in a very bad place and that conversation was very healing for me. Thank you so much for everything and I look forward to seeing your version of the idea. With thanks to @badkitty3000, @kaybreezy3000, and @thebearmage who continue to be a great support and inspiration (in this trying time 🎻) and who looked over this in an earlier stage.

Taglist: @nevbrooke-555, @fiannee, @abeeabee6969, @chalametabingbong, @lolawassad, @icantpickanamefromonefandom

Megalist

Request info + rules

I take Five requests, I'm fairly versatile in what I write (fluff, smut, angst, psychological character study- I'll try it all) but I will consider them on a case by case basis. See request info + rules for request status and more.

[tsumuus]

hi!! i wanted to request a character matchup for your 555 follower event if that’s still open :3

- for the character, id like it from mha and a male, preferably not adult character (also if it helps im a girl)

- romantic matchup !

- personality wise, i’m an ambivert so i do ok in social situations but i get burned out quickly if im not with anyone i know. im also a bit of a yapper and when i get hooked on a subject/show/game its over for the ppl around me 🙈 i also am pretty empathetic and i feel things very deeply (if you cry, i cry type of person)

- top love languages in order: physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation

- i love studying and learning especially when it comes to something im passionate about; things like space, nuclear chemistry, quantum physics (REEAALLL nerd shit) cause it’s cool to me :p i also love graphic design and its my little side hobby. when im not doing something “productive” i play roblox and watch youtube

- nothing else to note really :) thank you so much!!

your perfect match is...

₊✩‧₊˚ tenya iida ! ˚₊✩‧₊

✧₊⁺ TENYAAAAAAAAA i love this man sm

✧₊⁺ first off, tysmmmm this is my first match up request, ive been waiting for one of these :))))

✧₊⁺ ok lets get into it

✧₊⁺ tenya is the embodiment of dedication and discipline, which i think would go well with your passion for studying and learning

✧₊⁺ you seem like someone who thrives on knowledge and is deeply invested in your interests, and tenya is similar in that way with his commiment to his studies and hero responsibilities as well as class pres

✧₊⁺ i feel as if your ambiverted personality would blend real well with his personality

✧₊⁺ hes respectful and appreciative which i think would suit you well

✧₊⁺ hed be super understanding whenever you feel burnt out and is always there for you to talk to whenever you need

✧₊⁺ hes attentive as well as supportive, and your love languages of physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation would all be easily met by him

✧₊⁺ he may not be overly expressive with physical touch but his thoughtful gestures and the importance he places on your feelings would be obvious

✧₊⁺ he would cherish quality time with you, and that includes discussing whatever topic has gained your interest recently to watching random youtube videos together lol

✧₊⁺ again tysm for this request ily🙃

₊✩‧₊˚ 555 follower event ! ˚₊✩‧₊

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[mirai-e-jump]

Hero Vision Vol.14 (2004/Spring) ft. Kamen Rider Blade Cast Interviews Ryoji Moromoto x Makoto Ito (Suit Actor) Segment (translation below)

Publication: May 20, 2004 (between episodes 17-18) Ryoji Moromoto (Hajime Aikawa) x Makoto Ito (Chalice Suit Actor)

"When did you two first meet?"

Ito: When? (laughs)

Moromoto: When we first met? I'm pretty sure it was before filming started. My first impression of Ito-san was that he was, "A kind big bro."

Ito: He made me think, "This year's also going to turn out cool" (laughs).

Moromoto: We talked alot about Chalice back then. You said, "Chalice has existed for 10,000 years, so I want to show you 10,000 years worth of my career." What were some of the other things you said again?

Ito:……not much, I really don't remember (laughs).

Moromoto: Ahaha! One thing we have in common, is that we have similar bikes, don't we? We've talked about how we want to go (motorcycle) touring together after the show ends. I ride a Yamaha SR400 and, ah...I'm sorry……(Note: The bikes used in Kamen Rider are provided by Honda)

Ito:…Sorry, but I'm also a WR250F (Yamaha) rider~, but before that, it's always been a Honda! I'd love to see Moromoto-kun's rumored SR. I've heard that they're loud and rather slow……

Moromoto: That's right! I actually modified it too much, and now it can only go about 80kph (50mph) (laughs). Right now, I'm too busy to work on it. I feel like my love for it is fading~!

"What were your first impressions of Chalice?"

Moromoto: I received a call from my agency, saying I passed the audition with, "You're Heart." "Eh?! You mean Momorenger?!," I was so surprised and alittle bit intimidated (laughs), but when I saw the design in person, it was cool and I liked it alot because it was something I had never seen before.

Ito: When I was first told about it, I jokingly thought, "Heart……(sinking in)…ah, alright then, I'll just act like a gay guy……" But, after seeing the design, I was relieved and thought about what kind of pose would suit this Rider. My first thought when I read his setup, was that it would be nice to have something wild and different from the other Riders. Compared to G3-X in "Kamen Rider Agito" and Knight in "Kamen Rider Ryuki," this is the wildest work I've ever done. Even with Kaixa in "Kamen Rider 555," I tried to keep martial arts like movements in mind, and to avoid any unnecessary movements. But with Chalice, there's just so many unnecessary movements…(laughs).

Moromoto: That's why I also tried to make the movements bigger in that fight scene (episode 9).

"Morimoto-san, "Hajime Aikawa is not a normal human being," what do you pay attention to when playing such a role?"

Moromoto: When my heart is closer to the human side, it's not so different, but when it's closer to Chalice's side, I try not to blink as much as possible, and when I talk to people, I try to give subtle pauses in my responses. It's almost like a foreigner hearing Japanese and interpreting it in their head before replying. In general, when I'm on Chalice's side, I don't think with my mind, but instead, try to act with my feelings

"Do you have any techniques for the dubbing process?"

Moromoto: I have a high pitched voice, so it can be difficult for me to make Chalice sound intimidating or violent. That's why I'm trying to lower the tone of my voice. I also did research by studying "monsters" such as the Hulk, Akuma from "Street Fighter II" and King Piccolo from "Dragon Ball Z." One time I even played the videos, and would try to voice the characters myself with the sound off, but there was still something wrong. What could it be…I don't know what Chalice's true form is yet, so my image may not be perfect. (Note: The actors have not been told where the story is going at this time.)

Ito: When it's my turn to "Henshin!," I'm trying to decide if it's better to change or to fight and further develop myself. Essentially, Chalice is supposed to be used to fighting, so I want to keep my methods in check. I'm so focused that I feel like I can see my opponent's movements, even when they've stopped. However, the tension is still high.

Moromoto: The way I say "Transformation" is different depending on if I'm fighting to protect Amane-chan or with my natural emotions. For Amane-chan, it's, "Henshin!" but naturally it's, "…Henshin" (lower tone).

"Did you face any challenges during filming?"

Ito: I'm not good when it comes to cold weather, so I almost cried during the snowy mountain shoot.

Moromoto: It was -15C (5F)! And when the sun went down, they brought out one of those giant fans! It kept spraying us with cold water! Man, I remember my face being scrunched up with anger (laughs).

Ito: When I did a test shot without the mask on, my hair ended up freezing. It wouldn't even melt when I put my head over the space heater, so I just had to keep it as is.

Moromoto: There was also the scene where Amane-chan's father gives Hajime the photo, with it being so cold I thought, "This guy, is he really going to die?!"

Ito: I'm bad with Winter, but I'm also bad with Summer too. When I wear a suit, my body temperature rises and my face turns bright red. My heart starts to race too and I think, "Ah, my life is getting shorter…"

Moromoto: It's good for Chalice though, isn't it? Blood rushing, a fast pulse, it's like an unleashing of the instincts.

Ito: But, when I get like that, I become quiet. In the Summer, Chalice becomes more like a domesticated cat (laughs).

Moromoto: Please keep doing your best~, I'm also prepared to risk my life for this role!

Ito: I also want to play the role of a Rider who will continue to remain in everyone's heart. Personally, it's frustrating to often hear people say, "Chalice looks like Gills (Agito)" (laughs), regardless, please continue to watch us in the future. We're going to give it our all!

[yuauaua]

Detail Character Sheet For Amon

(hes been neglected)

thank you for the tags @misvni @kharssims !!

Personal

Financial: wealthy / moderate/ poor / in poverty

Medical: fit/ moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

Class or Caste: upper/ middle / working / unsure / other

Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

Family

Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings/ sibling(s) is deceased

Affiliation: orphaned / adopted/ disowned/ raised by birth parent/ not applicable

Traits and Tendencies

extroverted / introverted /in between

disorganized / organized/ in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious/ reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken/ reserved / in between

leader / follower /in between

empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working/ lazy / in between

cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

loyal / disloyal / unknown

faithful / unfaithful / unknown

Beliefs

Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist/ agnostic

Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in Aliens: yes/ no / don’t know / don’t care

Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

Philosophical: yes / no

Sexuality and Romantic Inclination

Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naïve and clueless / romance suspicious

Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

Abilities

Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Literacy Skills: excellent/ good / moderate / poor / none

Artistic Skills: excellent / good/ moderate / poor / none

Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none

Habits

Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes/ frequently / alcoholic

Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

Recreational Drugs: never / quit / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

i tag @crow-555 @yin-shimo @laelaex @sikoi @bloody-soda @madfeary @machinegrl @koibish @saruin @coloursul @teddybearsims @plumbewb & anyone else who wants to do it! (sorry if i tagged you even if you'd already done it)

[poorlittlegreenie13]

Greenie's Masterlist — Come & join the party <3

About Me:

Hi! My name is Greenie, which is a reference from David Bowie's song The Jean Genie which has the lyric "Poor little Greenie" in it.

I'm a 20-something lesbian virgo, triple earth sign, eternal-student, Donna Tartt enthusiast, 90's alt rock enthusiast, record-collector, & fic writer <3.

This blog doesn't have a specific theme... I go wherever the muses take me. Below you'll find links to & descriptions of all of my fics sorted by fandom.

Link to my AO3

Stories:

The Bear:

Rules For (fake) Dating an Italian 🇮🇹 - Sydney/Carmy. Complete, WC: 100K.

WANTED: Female, aged 20-30, to be my date for Christmas eve dinner with my Italian family. Must be willing to eat my mom’s cooking. No physical intimacy required. No strings attached—I will drive you home after. 4pm-10pm, 12/24. Salary negotiable. Call Carmen: (773) 555-0901.

OR: The one in which Sydney just needs a job, and Carmy will die before he proves Richie right.

Yellowjackets:

Wretched Things 🔥 - Jackie/Shauna, Taissa/Van, Lottie/Natalie. Complete, WC: 260K

It’s been five years since Shauna Sadecki volunteered for Jackie Taylor at the Reaping and won the 45th Hunger Games. Now, at the second annual Quarter Quell, everyone who has been previously Reaped is eligible to be thrown back into the arena. That includes former best friends Lottie and Natalie, and former lovers Van and Taissa.

(aka, me offering up another Yellowjackets Hunger Games AU)

The Killing of a Sacred Doe 🦌 - Lottie/Natalie, Jackie/Shauna, (minor Tai/Van, minor Natalie/Shauna). In progress.

|| Inspired by The Secret History by Donna Tartt || (but can be read without having read TSH)

By every metric that matters, Natalie Scatorccio should not have been admitted to Wiskayok Conservatory for The Arts. She didn’t have the test scores, or the tuition money, or any particular talent or ambition that might have made her a promising asset for a conservatory to acquire. She did have a drinking problem, a dead father, and no other option. So sure, why not art school? It was better than rehab. Or jail. 

let the light in 🖤 - Van/Taissa. Complete, WC: 5k.

“Take me home, please, Van.”

Taissa’s words are soft. Not a question, just a destination. They have always been heading here.

(Post finale getting-back-together fic)

Six of Crows / Shadow & Bone:

angelum mortis amo 🪽 - Jesper/Wylan. Complete, WC: 45k.

Jesper and Wylan are both hitmen from rival gangs. Wylan tries to kill Jesper. It goes about as well as you might expect.

(Featuring crazy-in-love Wylan Van Eck, flirting-at-gunpoint Jesper Fahey, and mob boss Kaz Brekker).

Show Me Yours 🐦‍⬛ - Jesper/Wylan. Complete, WC: 20k.

Wylan's past abuse hovers over him like a shadow. Jesper's gambling addiction binds him like a chain. But as they grow closer, it turns out secrets can melt like ice in the right kind of warmth.

(A character study of TV show-Wylan & Jesper & the way their backstories could factor into the progression of their relationship).

Stranger Things:

Star Star ✨ - Steve/Eddie (minor Chrissy/Robin). Complete, WC: 93K.

Rock band AU in which Robin, Eddie, Jonathan, Nancy, and Chrissy play in a band, and Steve has no choice but to hang out with the most annoying frontman in the world, Eddie Munson. Things escalate when they're forced to pretend they're in a relationship.

Modern AU, fake-dating (kind of).

I Buried a Hatchet (it's coming up lavender) 🪓 - Robin/Nancy (minor Steve/Eddie). Complete, WC: 60K.

Vecna nearly killed Robin before Nancy could take him out for good. Luckily, Robin's too stubborn to die, and Nancy's too stubborn to let her. Nursing her back to health, Nancy soon begins to question the feelings that almost losing Robin awoke in her.

In which Nancy has to do everything herself, compulsory heterosexuality is a bitch, and Robin Buckley is more charming than she thinks she is.

Harry Potter / Marauders:

Burn, Pine, Perish 🎶 - James/Regulus (minor Sirius/Remus). Complete, WC: 33k.

Sirius' family has magically forbidden him from dating anyone until Regulus finds a suitable pureblood partner. The problem is, Sirius is in love with a certain werwolf, and Regulus' romantic inclinations remain a mystery.

James, a pureblood, is nothing if not eager to help a friend.

AKA - A '10 Things I Hate About You' AU in which James attempts to woo Regulus so Sirius can have a chance with Remus.

Lonely Bones 🦴 - Draco/Hermione. Incomplete, on indefinite hiatus, I'm sorry, please stop asking me when I'm going to finish it, your guess is as good as mine, final answers is... sometime, probably, maybe?

Hermione Granger can't sleep. Draco Malfoy can't walk. The war is over, but it feels like it isn't. Neither of them are happy, but maybe the times together are better than the times apart. 

Draco is cursed in the battle of Hogwarts with unhealable bone fractures. Hermione is in desperate need of money to bring her parents back from Australia, and when Narcissa offers her a job attempting to cure Draco, she has no choice but to take it.

A League of Their Own:

It's Rotten Work 💐 - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 10K.

Nobody's ever taken care of Jess McCready.

Not until she met Lupe García, anyway.

(In which Jess is oblivious, Lupe is romantic, and both of them are a little bit confused.)

Devour What's Truly Yours 🏴‍☠️ written in collaboration with the lovely @somebodytoundress - Jess/Lupe. Complete, WC: 37K.

Lupe Garcia had planned to go down with her pirate ship when it was raided by Spanish soldiers one dreadful night. Bleeding out on the deck, she accepted her fate—until an infamous ghostly captain with no name and a haunting face rescued her from the burning ship and nursed her back to health. With no ship, no crew, and no fortune, the solution is clear for Lupe. She‘s going to kill this captain and take over her crew so she may return to ruling the seas. And she’s definitely not going to fall in love with her.

Simply Elegant 🚬 - Jess/Lupe. Complete, WC: 7K.

Lupe is the most popular jock in school.

Jess is a burnout weed dealer.

Lupe goes to Jess to buy weed for a party, and things progress from there.

Bein' Good Isn't Always Easy ⛪️ - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 32K.

The hottest part of summer, working in a guitar shop in the heart of Texas, Jess has the worst sunburn of her life. And she has the hots for the preacher’s daughter. She’s not sure which is worse.

Sing Me to Sleep 🌃 - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 5K.

Lupe's past comes back to haunt her on the anniversary of an important date.

Jess tries to understand. They fall a bit deeper in love.

Slice of life.

Keep Your Electric Eye on Me, Babe ⚡️- Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 4K.

Five times Jess caught Lupe's eye when she shouldn't have + one time Lupe did something about it.

Fever With Thy Flaming Youth 🌡️ - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 2.5K.

Estí gets the flu. Jess & Lupe take care of her.

FAQs

Can I translate your fic?

Please ask first! We can discuss details.

Can I bind/print your fic?

As long as it's legal and no one is profiting off of it, go wild, send pictures when you're done!

Why haven't you updated (insert fic)?

Either I lost interest in it for some reason, or I got really excited about something else & intend to return to it, or I have something personal going on & can't write as much. Sorry!

Can I make fan art of your fic?

PLEASE make fan art of my fic. Please send it to me when you're done so I can share it!!!!

[thevirgodoll]

Hey Doll.

I really really need your help, please.

I keep falling to be the same person. Everything is bad.

I hate how I treat people, i tried changing several times but I keep falling.

I hate the constant need to feel validated. I started doing some hobbies to enhance my self esteem, but when performing these, I am like “are they looking? They are probably laughing at me” and I turn these thoughts away with “they are no one to me, I don’t need their opinion…” but I keep failing again. It’s so hard.

Excuse the following length of my reply, as I feel passionately about this because I understand exactly what this is like. Something in your life is causing you to ruminate more than usual.

Rumination, also called repetitive negative thinking, is a thought pattern that involves repeatedly and passively focusing on the causes, consequences, and meaning of negative feelings and circumstances.

Humans are natural problem solvers, but sometimes in that we look for solutions to confirm our biases. This is where ruminative thinking begins. This is where dissonance begins. I learned in therapy and my own studies in social cognition that repetitive negative patterns are often created in our childhood out of survival, not a lack of character.

This is why it's helpful to ask:

Why am I having these thoughts?

How do I avoid this, and what is going on currently to create this thought process?

What are my triggers?

You are correct in saying that hobbies will distract from ruminating and compulsively overthinking. However, your constant judgment regarding these positive coping mechanisms will do more harm than good.

You are also correct in identifying how you treat others. It's time to ask yourself why you are so critical of yourself and others. It is also time to accept that, yes, someone else's opinion is their own and you can't control that. It is also time to ask if you project onto others because of your own self criticism or fragile ego.

Remember: Multiple things can be true at once, it's not so black or white that you are automatically an irredeemable person who can't be better. Dust yourself off and try again lol.

Your candor to admit you are falling short and wish to do better is already a sign of improvement. If you're able to admit this to me, an objective stranger, then you are already starting the process.

Try focusing on what you can control. You can only control your self concept. Sometimes, people have to be in the background... (exception: close friends and family *who are healthy in themselves* holding you accountable!)

I highly recommend identifying your triggers, and if this type of introspection proves to be more challenging than you anticipated, therapy is a solution if you have the resources. I also highly recommend journaling, as studies have proved it reduces repetitive thinking because it helps you see your thought process.

Thank you for sharing this with me. I hope this helps, and I'm rooting for you! ❤️

References:

Berman MG, Peltier S, Nee DE, Kross E, Deldin PJ, Jonides J. Depression, rumination and the default network. Soc Cogn Affect Neurosci. 2011;6(5):548–555. Harrington, J. A., & Blankenship, V. (2002). Ruminative thoughts and their relation to depression and anxiety 1. Journal of Applied Social Psychology, 32(3), 465-485. LaClaire, A. (2008). The influence of journaling on the reduction of physical symptoms, health problems, and anxiety in women (Doctoral dissertation, Adler School of Professional Psychology).

Recommended:

8 Self Defeating Thoughts that Wreak Havoc

Two Things You Can Do To Stop Ruminating

My Posts:

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[snekusnake]

Araignee: Beginnings

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Original Character

Genre: Fluff, Sad?

Synopsis: Miguel finds Amelie’s universe, in which there fates are swapped.

A/N: This is a prequel to my other work, Araignee. They can be read stand alone but they do connect.

The light on the screen blinked rapidly, alerting Miguel’s tired eyes to the sensor. Discovering new dimensions was always particularly interesting, there seemed to be a version of the universe that was weird, wacky or overall just amazing.

He tapped on the new light that flashed in the web of the multi-verse, watching it expand and grow in front of him.

Would this be another Peter Parker?

Perhaps another Miles Morales? He surely hoped not.

To Miguel’s surprise it was a woman standing in a hallway, struggling to hold a stack of boxes. The hallway look extremely familiar, the pale cream walls reminding him of happier days, along with the brown door that made the color scheme look even more boring.

The letters 555 pinned to the door made his heart stop.

College.

College was going to be fun.

At least, that’s what Amelie really hoped. She’d seen a lot of movies after all, college was a time to explore, make new friends and maybe even fall in love.

If she ever managed to open this god damn door with this rusty old key.

The feeling of a tilt made her gasp, watching as two of the boxes slipped from their mini tower. Amelie shut her eyes, bracing for the impact but there wasn’t any.

“You can always put your boxes down,”

The deep voice had her eyes fluttering opening, looking at the person in front of herself. He was a tall male, broad, with tan skin and warm brown eyes. He wore a simple white shirt and denim jeans, brown hair unbrushed yet still falling into place perfectly.

“Excusez-moi!” Amelie laughed softly, “I do not need a lesson on common sense,”

“How about a lesson in opening doors?” He asked, “It helps if you jiggle the key, the locks haven’t been replaced in years,”

“Do you mind?”

He gently took the last box from her, holding it with the others. Despite his gentle, almost nerdy look, he seemed to be quite strong.

Amelie jiggled the key as it turned, the brown door opening and revealing her new dorm room. Despite the musty smell, she let out an excited squeal and her feet tapped on the floor.

“I’ve never seen anyone excited about a boring college dorm,” He commented.

“It’s a new beginning!” Amelie laughed softly and gently took the boxes, quickly putting them on the inside of the door, “And thank you, I don’t think I would have opened the door if you hadn’t of told me,”

“Best to help a neighbour, my mom always said anyway,” He shrugged, “I’m 556,”

“Oh!” She perked up, “What are you studying?”

The words that left his mouth, Amelie barely managed to understand. Something along the lines of science and biology.

“Okay!” She nodded, “I’m studying education! And dance! I do ballet,”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen ballet in my life,” He confessed.

“Well, I’ll just have the fix that,” Amelie laughed, “I’m Amelie,”

“Miguel,”

Quickly shutting the scene down, Miguel inhaled deeply as he processed what he’d just witnessed. It was like someone had taken his memories and slapped them on the screen.

Except..

This focused on Amelie.

Its main focus was on Amelie.

Amelie was the Spider Person in this universe.

“Miguel, this new universe is still processing through our systems-“

Lyla’s voice made him jump, Miguel quickly barking orders.

“Watch it extremely closely, I have to be notified if anything happens in this universe!”

Lyla’s voice stopped, the little woman appearing in the air.

“Miguel, you know your own rules,” Lyla warned.

“I know..,” He sighed and looked at the screen, “No one can ever go to this universe, it’s off limits,”

Lyla didn’t say anything.

“Especially not me,”

If his deductions were correct and Amelie was the Spider Person of this universe..

The canon event that would sent her into heroism was the death of Miguel O’Hara.

[wanderingnork]

for end of the year book asks: 3 and 14 :)

3: Top five books of the year

Oh damn...that's TOUGH considering how much I read. Let me give it a shot. In no particular order!

Thick as Thieves: #5 in the Queen's Thief series. It's an amazing roadtrip story, full of beautiful invented mythology, wonderful character growth, lovely prose, nuanced worldbuilding, politics politics and more politics, and one of the best all-but-openly-stated romances I've ever read. The local himbo fights a lion barehanded...for really no good goddamn reason. Local nerd spends the entire book trying not to fall in love with said himbo and fails miserably. Mythological figures literally follow these two around. The book recontextualizes all FOUR of the previous books in the series, somehow. Absolutely buckwild and so much fun.

Tongues of Serpents: #6 in the Temeraire series. I really enjoyed the worldbuilding here, and I loved...getting to see the protagonists happy. The previous book was HARD to read, though of the best technical quality in the series so far, so I can't call it my favorite. In this one, we start to see the protagonists' character development come into focus and really inspire them to take meaningful action. The ending is peaceful. The prose is GORGEOUS. The backdrop of international politics is elegantly handled without overrunning the central storyline. Just a lovely read and a breather in a series prone to being very serious and complicated.

Never Home Alone: A nonfiction book discussing the tiny life that lives around us and on us and inside us. It covers the tiny biomes and webs of life that surround us even when we can't see it. From house crickets to viruses, it's a loving examination of things we consider creepy and often overlook. Did you know that your hot water heater more than likely contains bacteria of the same genus that live in hot springs like Yellowstone, because the conditions of a hot water heater so closely resemble those? What I TRULY loved about this book, though, is that it didn't condemn readers or offer hopeless proclamations. I read a lot of ecological nonfiction and those are things I see a lot. This book offered gentle, straightforward, and meaningful suggestions for people who may not have easy access to The Great Outdoors or the resources to take huge action. It encourages closer study of the things that share our homes, opening our windows to invite the outside in, and offering compassion to things that we find creepy--because they're part of our homes and lives and just as important to the health of our planet as the bigger, cuter, easier-to-see life.

Otherlands: This is a beautiful book that takes readers on a journey into deep time. It takes a narrative journey through a variety of pre-human places and times, starting with the plains of Alaska 20,000 years ago and ending in the Ediacaran seas 555 million years ago. It offers a glimpse of many lesser-known places and times around the world. Not just the iconic locations like the Burgess Shale or the Morrison Formation, but places where our understanding might be based on just a few small fossils--like fossil filaments from the Yaman Kasy sulfide deposits in the Ural Mountains of Russia. The author reconstructs an environment of the ancient life around hydrothermal vent deposits laid down 435 million years ago, in the Silurian period. It's a wonderful journey into the past. I could have done with a little more "what can we do to fight climate change" and hope toward the end of the book, but that's a personal quibble.

Empire of Ants: A book about ants and why we should love them. It talks about the unique life cycles of different species, the diversity of ants, the wonderful complexity of their lives. Sheer adoration just shines out of every word in this book. We learn about how entomologists actually study ants, hear anecdotes about collection and study, and what experiments can look like and why we care about them. The author, though, freely admits she just loves ants for the sake of ants. Ever since reading this book, I've felt nothing but affection for the little insects. I find myself looking down more often and studying the ants I see. After learning about how leafcutter ants have an almost janitorial class in their nests to maintain their fungal farms, I--as a janitor by profession--have started calling leafcutter ants my professional colleagues. It's not entirely a joke: their industriousness and care of their colonies genuinely inspires me. That wouldn't have happened without this book.

14: What books do you want to finish before the year is over?

Due to personal events right now, I'm not actively reading any new books. But!!! I've started a reread of the early Legend of Drizzt books, since my love of Forgotten Realms and specifically the Underdark has been reawakened by Baldur's Gate 3, and I'll be reading those through the end of the year. It's not taking in something new; it's reacquainting myself with old and cherished friends. It's been a long time since I read them, and I'm definitely looking with new eyes. I haven't lost any affection for them, but...I can definitely say that my style has outgrown these early books. I could do without some of the weirder aspects of drow society and I can see ways to alter or do away with them *without* destroying the overall plot of the books or Drizzt's character and narrative. But the descriptions of the eerie, monster-filled-yet-wondrous Underdark, the fantastical city of Menzoberranzan, and the marvelous monsters...yeah. Those still hold up and ring true.

Also, I can really see where I got my style writing fight scenes. I have no objections to that. They're good.

[bahbahhh]

I posted 595 times in 2022

That's 555 more posts than 2021!

58 posts created (10%)

537 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@bahbahhh

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I tagged 296 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#botw - 79 posts

#loz - 79 posts

#link - 70 posts

#zelink - 62 posts

#totk - 39 posts

#legend of zelda - 37 posts

#breath of the wild - 37 posts

#zelda - 31 posts

#tears of the kingdom - 26 posts

#bahbahhhwrites - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 121 characters

#played botw for approximately 2 seconds to beat a shrine for my friend and i was overcome with the urge to draw him again

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

WIP Wednesday

line art for “As Above, So Below” totk brain rot

[finished piece here]

582 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

#4

Link is about to RAGE.

And then he uses it to bring Zelda back THE END

[for @zelinkcommunity weekly prompt "tears"]

736 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#3

There's a grief that can't be spoken

There's a pain goes on and on

Empty chairs at empty tables

Now my friends are dead and gone

Les Misérables

857 notes - Posted December 14, 2022

#2

As Above, So Below

[Line art here]

Notes under cut

big shout out to @newtsnaturethings who does amazing nature studies and inadvertently helped me make stone look kinda like stone.

@manxden posted a nice summary of the battery theory. It is one of my favorite theories out there. The idea Ganondorf is the source of the power that saves Link, the hero meant to destroy him. Poetic cinema. I made a rambly post back in September that inspired this piece. You can read the full chaos here but in summary:

LONG AGO ganondorf is sealed and everyone thinks problem-solved but THEN they realize how much spirit/life energy he emits and the Royal Family orders the Sheikah to expand tech around it. What they don't anticipate is battery acid - malice. Monsters start appearing but they have the tech and just wipe them out without looking for the source. The more they use the spirit energy, the more malice is created in the sealing chamber. THIS is where get the events of 10,000 years ago. First Calamity Ganon appears...they go back to the old equation (goddess blood princess plus hero) WITH tech/Divine Beasts and beat back the Calamity. Again, this doesn't fix the problem. The Royal Family decides to banish "Sheikah" tech and like a nuclear plant meltdown, they just bury everything and hope that fixes it.

Because spirit energy is not being used during this time, Malice builds much slower. Takes 10,000 years for another Calamity to form but he's smarter this time because at his core he is a PERSON in stasis who remembers everything that was done to him.

BOTW happens.

The history of the royal family of Hyrule is also the history of Calamity Ganon

I love this line and hope it’s expanded upon in TotK.

2,416 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hello, little Hylia...

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[unboundtravels]

𝐁 𝐋 𝐔 𝐄   𝐏 𝐈 𝐍 𝐊

The BluePink Doctor. A reference to the infamous Real-Time Outfit worn by Sixth Doctor Colin Baker in the Big Finish Audio by the same name. In lore, The BluePink Doctor is a design we see on repeat but for different reasons. If The Pink Doctor is blue, it means The Doctor is presently in a dimension or reality where the laws of physics don't apply in the traditional way. Whether this be The Backrooms, Wonderland, The Enchanted Forest, The Land of Fiction, or other kinds of dimension warped forms of reality.

[rosemirmir]

Calling Out My Name (Against The Waves) (500 words) by Linkily Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kamen Rider 555 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Kusaka Masato, Sonoda Mari, Inui Takumi (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Quintuple Drabble, Mid-Canon, Introspection, spoilers for episode 48, Character Study, Community: toku100challenge, Toku100 Drabble Challenge, Crossposted to Dreamwidth Summary:

Takes place in right near the end of Episode 48.

Written for @toku100challenge. I didn't expect to write another Faiz fic this soon. But given my latest prompt and having this show in my thoughts since finishing it last night, I just had to. :)

[faveficarchive]

The Apartment

by Lena

Disclaimers: There are none. This is an original work by myself alone. These characters belong to me and, though they may hold a physical resemblance to certain characters we know, they are created from my own life's experiences and so has this story sprung from that well. Please do not plagiarize. This work comes straight from my heart and soul through a lot of sweat.

Warning: Contains references to a loving relationship between two adult women. If this type of relationship is illegal in your neck of the woods then.................SCAT!

Rating: I rate it PG14 for adult themes. This would likely be considered a Hurt/Comfort story.

DEDICATION: I dedicate this work to my friends, Liz and Val, who've always believed in me and truly loved me unconditionally, and to all my gal pals at Club Uber, especially Vi. My deepest gratitude to Jerry and Mom, without whose help and support I shutter to imagine where I'd be now. I love you all.

This story takes place in a small country town about 85 miles north of New Orleans.

"Second floor apt. avail., rent free, to responsible RN student"

for personal companion services. Must have good driving record and be available one day a week to drive me to my many and varied appointments. You must be able to do a little cooking and to help lift the heavy stuff. No smoking, drinking or partying. I would also like to speak to your parents so they are comfortable with the arrangement. I am a retired nurse and can help with your studies. I live less than five minutes from campus in a quiet area on several acres with a fishing pond. Lots of breathing space here. If you are qualified and interested, please contact me, Josie, at 555-1377 asap. HAVE A GREAT DAY.

"Good gravy, Beth, maybe this ad thing wasn't such a good idea. All I've gotten is calls from 18-year-old children who have never been away from their folks before and haven't got a clue about real life. I don't want some young impressionable girl living here. I am too old to change my manner of living, and speaking, to protect their virgin ears. All I need is some irate parent causing trouble cause the town dyke lured their unsuspecting child into her lair."

The petite brunette rolled her hazel eyes at her best friend of 25 years. "Jo, no one here knows you're gay and you are not exactly the SPIDER WOMAN. Maybe you need to be more specific in your ad as far as age and maturity. It couldn't hurt. Write a new ad and I'll stop by the campus on my way home and replace the old one. Let's just see what happens. You need help around this place, Josie. And, you can't be driving 50 miles, alone, just to see your Chiropractor and go to the mall. I know you do fine around here, but you just can't concentrate long enough for these trips you have to take into the city, not to mention the 85 miles you have to drive to see your Mom. This was a great idea and I still think it will work." Beth walked up behind her friend and placed both her hands on her tight shoulders. "Now go get me a flash card and let's get writing.

"Upstairs apt. avail. free to mature, female, RN student"

for PERSONAL COMPANION services. Must have good driving record and be able to drive me one day a week to all my varied appointments and shopping, do some lite cooking and cleaning, and help lift the heavy stuff. No smoking, drinking or partying. I am a retired nurse and would be able to help you in your studies. Would prefer a more mature woman. You youngsters are a bit much for me. My home is on several acres with fishing pond. Lots of breathing space here and only five minutes from campus. If you fit these qualifications, call Josie at 555-1377. ASAP HAVE A GREAT DAY

***

"Hi, I'm Sandra Abbott. I'm here to be interviewed about the companion position for Josie." The RN student stared uncertainly at the adorable blonde in the doorway. 'Maybe she's the daughter.' Sandy thought to herself.

"Oh, yes. You're the woman who called this morning. Come right in. Can I get you a cup of decaf? It's hazelnut. I grind the beans myself. Just made a pot." Josie gestured to the beauty to have a seat at the table while she slipped into the kitchen alcove to retrieve two cups of her aromatic blend.

"Thanks. Mmmmmm. That smells sinful." Sandra gratefully took the cup and devoted a few seconds to breathing in the intoxicating aroma.

"I see you are a true coffee enthusiast too. I was reared in New Orleans and drank caf' au lait with breakfast as a toddler. Been hooked ever since. People here usually don't appreciate a good cup of java. There are condiments on the table there. Just help yourself." Josie rattled on as she grabbed the notebook containing all the pertinent questions she wanted to ask the applicants and the information she needed to give them.

"Beautiful home." Sandra complimented, admiring the taste and warmth of the medium sized home. She noted how the 9-foot ceilings and polished cherry wood cabinets gave it a feel of the old city.

"Thanks, I designed it to fit my personal needs. I'm afraid I'd have a time reselling it because it only has two bedrooms and two baths, but the second floor is a separate apartment." The petite blond offered eagerly. "Now lets get down to the interview. Shall we."

Sitting down in her director's chair at the head of the dining table, Josie made a concerted effort to be professional about this, but her immediate harmony with the other woman made that difficult. "Now, you read the add and all that will be expected of you, right."

"Yes, I did. Do you want to go over that some more. And, I'd like to meet her. I think it is important that we can get along together. Your mom might not like me." Sandra said in all sincerity.

"My Mom?" Josie was puzzled.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed it was your mother I'd be caring for." Sandra was a little embarrassed.

"Oh boy.....uh..... No. You'd be a companion, kinda "girl Friday", to me." Josie stated hesitantly, looking into blue eyes full of confusion.

"I don't understand. Why would you need a companion? Are you having surgery are something?" The raven haired beauty tried to figure out what the heck was going on.

"No..... Listen, Sandra, I am ill and have been for a very long time. Some days are much worse than others, then sometimes I'll go into remission for weeks to a few months at a time. But, I literally don't know what I'm gonna be able to do, activity-wise, from one day to the next. I need some freedom to plan my week like everyone else does and to do that I need dependable help. And, I do mean dependable." Josie's sea green eyes held no room for doubt about the gravity of the situation.

"I'm sorry. It must be very hard on you. May I ask what kind of illness it is?"

"Don't worry. It's not catching." The fiery blond sat back in her chair her defensive wall slammed into place.

"I didn't mean it like that. If you don't want to tell me, that's your prerogative. It might help me to better care for you if I knew what to look for." Sandra tried to keep eye contact with her potential employer, but the intensity of her glare was too great.

"Well, I guess this didn't go so well..... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'll just go now. I hope you find the right person. Thanks for the brew." Sandra let out a sigh of defeat as she raised from her chair and walked to the front door.

"Wait." The word was barely a whisper.

Sandra eagerly turned toward the still seated blond waiting as she'd been bade.

"Would you like to see the apartment?" Josie asked looking at the grain in the wood of her table.

"Yes..... Yes, I would like that very much." Sandra felt her heart become lighter.

"Good. It's this way." Josie released an impish grin as she led her new employee to the garage stairs and up toward her new apartment.

***

"It's not very big but you have a full bath and kitchenette. The rest is all open with two dormer windows with seating area. I love to sit in the window to read or just daydream so I made certain the contractor put that in. If you don't have furniture, I could put a bed, desk and sofa in for you."

"No, I have furniture in storage in New Orleans that I might could have one of the students help me bring over. All these country-types have pickup trucks. It seems to be a requirement." Both women chuckled at that observation.

"So what do you think?" Josie asked hopefully, trying hard to hide the shortness of breath she was experiencing at the exertion of climbing the stairs.

"I think it's perfect. Just what I need. If you'll have me, I'd like the apartment and the job."

"Then, it's a deal." Josie offered her hand and they sealed their agreement.

***

The next two weeks were spent moving Sandra Abbott into her new home, then getting her oriented to Josie's routine. Sandy found it very easy to familiarize herself with where things were due to Josie's nearly religious devotion to the motto "a place for everything and everything in its place". Even with two little dogs running about, the house always seemed orderly. That was likely due to the fact that the larger member of her canine family was not allowed inside, except on the rear screened porch.

Her boss was up every morning before 0600 to walk the dogs and get her head cleared of the fog that dulled her mind and senses. The walks never lasted more than thirty minutes, then she soaked in her over sized tub and washed her short blond hair. Feeling rejuvenated, she was ready for coffee and breakfast, which took longer than most folks because of the large number of medications and vitamin pills she took every morning with her meal. It was her habit to read a good mystery novel during breakfast while she relaxed. This, Sandra was soon to learn, was her quiet time and she new to leave her alone. She'd call upstairs if she needed her.

Tuesdays were Sandra's easy days at school. There were two early morning classes, but no clinicals, so it was decided that Tuesdays would be Josie's errand day. Sandra's time and boundless energy was her's from 10am to 8pm for whatever Josie needed. A bulletin board was placed next to the staircase in the garage so they could communicate. Josie had an inexpensive intercom system put into the house so that Sandra didn't have to have the added expense of a phone. She let her use the phone in the house whenever she needed.

Things were working out to both women's satisfaction. The only sign of Josie's failing health was in her exhaustion when they'd return home on Tuesday evenings. Sometimes she'd fall asleep in the car on the way home and Sandra would assist her to the house, Josie's much smaller body leaning heavily against her arm. She'd deposit her boss on the bed, retrieve her evening meds and a large glass of milk, then tuck her in for a short nap.

Sandra enjoyed cooking for Josie on Tuesdays because she got to experiment with all kinds of delights in her state-of-the-art kitchen. Her boss had rather eclectic culinary tastes and, both being from New Orleans, were accustomed to the spicy flavors and lots of cayenne.

This particular night, she'd whipped up refried beans with low fat sour cream and jalapeno peppers on a whole wheat soft tortilla. The scent wafting from the kitchen awoke her charge and brought her tousled head shuffling into the living area in her bugs bunny slippers, and long sleep t-shirt with Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs dosing on the front. As she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes her companion thought she'd never seen anyone so adorable in all of her 33 years.

"Hey, did you bring your appetite with you? I've made some of your favorites." Sandra couldn't help the silly grin plastered on her face.

"What? What ARE you grinning at?" Josie inquired as her sleepy eyes focused on the sweetest little grin on that strikingly beautiful face.

"I can't help it. You just look so damned cute. Like a six year old." It was hard for the taller woman not to reach down and ruffle her boss' hair. But she didn't want to over step her bounds as an employee.

"Uh...huh. Will you stay and eat with me? It's such a nice night, why don't we eat out on the screened porch. I'll put the ceiling fan on." Josie asked hopefully as she pointed towards the back porch.

"Sounds good to me. Why don't you go get comfy and I'll bring this out to you."

"No. I want to help. Let me pour the Barq's and bring our drinks outside and you can bring the plates and napkins. Ok?" Josie said as she busied herself in the kitchen.

"Sounds good to me. Let's eat." Sandra gathered their plates and proceeded to follow her employer onto the porch where there was a small wicker table with four chairs for just such a meal.

The women ate in comfortable silence for a time until Josie asked, "Tell me about yourself. We spend all our time together with me drilling you on your studies in micro, anatomy, nursing diagnosis and interventions, but never do we talk about you. Where are you from originally, do you have any family, why is a beautiful woman like yourself alone, etc., etc., etc."

Sandra took a deep breath. She had learned to care for this little spit fire and wanted for them to become closer friends but didn't want to say or do anything to compromise her position. "Not much to tell. I'm originally from New Orleans, my parents are divorced, I'm close to my Mom and my little brother, but he got married to a girl he met while studying law at Loyola and moved to Wyoming so she could be close to her family. I don't get to see him cause I just can't afford to travel right now. But, hopefully, once I graduate and start making a descent salary I can go visit them a couple of times a year. I hope I'll be an Aunt by then." Sandra looked up into curious green eyes and smiled.

"Wouldn't that be great. You like kids?" Josie inquired around chewing.

"Yeah, I get a big kick out of the little rug rats. It's teenagers that I find a trial." She chuckled.

"You and the rest of the sane adults in this world. That's such a difficult time in everyone's life and the one time you are least likely to accept advice from an experienced adult. Go figure."

"Yeah. Go figure." Josie watched as a pall of grief passed over her companion's beautiful blue eyes for just a flicker of a candle's flame then was squelched by a noncommital small smile.

"So, go on." Josie urged. "Why is a beautiful woman like yourself alone?"

"I'm not alone. I'm here with you." Sandra smirked.

"You know what I mean." Josie rebuffed. 'This woman and I seem to share the same personality traits. That should be interesting.....not.'

"Yeah, I know. How's about a cup of decaf. I'll get your lap rug and we'll have a real talk. Ok." Sandra proffered as she collected their plates to put in the dishwasher. She didn't know how much about her past she wanted to share with her boss so she decided to just play it by ear. She wouldn't lie to her, but she wasn't gonna offer herself up for sacrifice either.

After cleaning the dishes and brewing some freshly ground coffee, Sandra rejoined Josie on the porch, then covered her up with a warm, soft chenille lap rug. "You warm enough? We could move this party inside, you know." Sandy asked concern written on her face.

"No, I love it out here. I'm fine, really." Josie pat her friends arm and noticed a feeling of warm pleasure. She liked it.

"So, you ask the questions and I'll do my best to answer them, unless I don't want to then I won't. But for every two questions you ask me I get to ask you one. I figured I'd give you the upper hand you being the boss and all." Sandy smirked.

"Fair enough. How old are you?"

"33 back in October."

"Have you ever been married?"

"Yes" Ok, my turn. At the risk of being redundant."

"I know..... I am 44 years old and divorced from a very kind moron..... My turn. Why'd you leave the big city to go to Nursing school in a small town?"

Sandy thought about this answer carefully before responding. "I wanted to get away from the dirt and the crime, not to mention the traffic and one way streets. Going to school here was much cheaper and it was much easier to get accepted. The RN programs in New Orleans are either very expensive or there's a huge waiting list. So, it's all working out and I think I made the right choice. Of course, I miss the food and the culture. You don't seem to have any culture here and not a decent creole restaurant for 50 miles." The tall beauty pouted.

"Oh yeah, I miss the food, the French Quarter, the museum and the zoo. Oh, and the beautiful architecture of the homes with their graceful Great Oaks." The little blond sighed. "But, there are always sacrifices for the things we want." Josie said with quiet conviction.

"Yes. That's true. Now, what made you leave the Big Easy for small town USA?" Sandra sat back with her coffee cup in both hands enjoying the aroma.

"That is a very long story best reserved for a more decent hour. I'm afraid it's passed my bedtime."

"Oh, I've kept you up too late. I'm so sorry. You must communicate with me. Tell me when you're tired. Tell me what you need." Sandra looked sincerely into the gentle green eyes. She felt her gaze captured then released.

Josie saw the concern in her companion's strikingly blue eyes and something else, something that drew her to the young woman. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "I'm fine. Just tired. Tuesdays are a big day for me now and I do very much enjoy them, thanks to you. The women stood in close proximity of each other feeling slightly awkward like they should hug or something. Josie, being the more physically demonstrative of the two made the first move. Reaching her arms up to the much taller brunette she instructed, "Come give me a hug." Sandra was a little off balanced by her boss's affection but slid her long, graceful arms around the tiny woman's waist as she leaned down so Josie could hug her neck. "I'm glad you're here. Now go home. I'll talk to you tomorrow if I need anything." The smaller woman pulled away and began to turn toward her bedroom.

"I'll...uh...just lock up before I leave, Ok."

"Ok. Goodnight Sandy."

"Goodnight Josie."

***

The following week was pretty routine. There were no notes from Josie requesting Sandra's assistance and the only time the nursing student saw her boss was through her window each morning as she made sure she left for her walk and returned safely.

Returning from her clinicals on Friday there was a note on the bulletin board letting Sandra know that her boss was going to be volunteering her time, along with some other nurses and doctors, offering free vaccinations for the lower elementary school children. She'd been offered a ride by one of her friends and didn't know what time she'd return, but not to worry because she was in good hands.

'It's fucking 10p.m. No school inoculation program goes on this late. Where is she? She should have left me the number of her "friend" who was driving her.' Sandra mumbled to herself and she paced from window to window.

'Now don't panic, Abbott. What kind of trouble could she get into in this podunk town?..... A woman who looks like her....., plenty. Shit! I'm gonna find her.' Sandra grabbed her keys and headed out to the car determined to search the whole damned town if she had to, starting at the lower elementary school.

No one was at the school. In fact, no one was anywhere. The whole damned town was locked up and everyone had gone home. The eerily empty town just served to frighten Sandra more. 'Maybe I should just go home and sit by her phone in case she calls.' The worried beauty turned her car around and headed back to the house.

'I'll pass once through the park just in case.' Sandra thought just to soothe her mind that her friend hadn't been dragged off by some rapist into the many shadows of the small park and playground.

'What was that?' Sandra asked herself as her eye caught the glint of moon light off metal. She backed her car up to get a better look and could make out the outline of a vehicle tucked into the shrubbery. Obviously, somebody didn't want to be seen.

'Let me check this out.' Sandra said to herself as she left the protection of the vehicle and crept over to the rear of the concealed car. Her eyes had not yet adjusted well enough to the darkness to tell definite shapes but the golden hair of her missing boss' head was unmistakable. A white hot rage gripped the companion inspiring her to take action and she ran to the door nearest her friend and ripped it open with great force reaching in and grabbing the dumfounded woman and quite nearly dragging her to safety.

"Hey!!! Hey!!! Hey.....what are you doing? Let me go!" The terrified woman screamed at her assailant.

"Stop fighting me. I'm trying to save you from being raped, here."

Sandra was totally nonplused by her boss' reaction to her heroism.

Josie managed to squirm her little body away from her companion's grasp. "I don't need saving. Damn it all! I wasn't being raped. Now, let me go, Sandra." Josie had composed her voice to a hard command and Sandra let her go as an imposing looking redhead slid out of the back seat of the car tucking her Wynonna t-shirt into her jeans.

"You Ok, cher?" The redhead looked at the little blond who had just recently been making intense love to her. "Who is this crazy woman? You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend now. You need to tell me these things so I don't get shot." She grinned.

Sandra just stood there trying to figure out what the hell was going on and who this woman was and what they were doing in the back seat of a car and 'OH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!' "Oh shit, shit, shit....., I'm....., oh god....., so sorry. I thought, when you didn't come home, that something had happened to you and..... Oh shit! It never occurred to me that you were....." Sandra pointed back and forth between the two women. "Oh Shit!" The very embarrassed companion paced in a circle, running her trembling hands through her long black hair. "I'm really sorry. Oh shit!"

"You've said that. Let's all calm down. Kathy meet Sandra. She works for me, at least she did up until a few minutes ago. We may have scared her away with our antics. Kathy is a very old friend, a nurse I worked with for years who called to tell me about the drive and we kinda took advantage of the moment." Josie smirked

"You do have a house you know with a nice soft bed. You didn't have to park out here in the dark where lord knows what could happen." Sandra felt her anger rising again.

"Like getting attacked by a crazed nursing student?" Josie giggled. "Come on let's go home. Kathy, sweetheart, sorry for the interruption. Call me. Maybe you'll give me a rain check?"

"Anytime, ma cher. I think you and Xena here have a lot to talk about." With that she leaned down to kiss Josie's cheek and waved goodbye to the still stunned companion.

Josie looked up into vacant eyes and said, "Come on, I'LL drive YOU home." Sandra just nodded and followed her boss to the car.

Josie pulled into the garage and stopped the engine. "You want some brew and we can talk about this?" She lifted worried green eyes to study the stiffened features of her friend.

"No....." Sandra sighed then looked down at her hands surprised to find them wringing the tail of her shirt into a wrinkled mess. "I have to think. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Does that mean you'll be moving out?" Josie was very concerned she'd loose her companion and friend.

"No, no I'm not going anywhere....., unless you want me to leave." Sandra held her breath fearing the worst.

"No..... Stay. I want very much for you to stay." Josie softly responded.

"Good. Tomorrow then." Sandra practically dove out of the car and ran up the stairs to her apartment, locking the door behind her.

***

Saturday morning Sandra kept watch as she always did to make certain her boss safely returned from walking the dogs. She'd not known Josie to skip her morning walk, shorten it now and then, but never not walk her little buddies. They were like her children and she took excellent care of them. There was the big mongrel, Rover, who had just shown up one day after apparently being dumped and decided to stay and then there were the babies, two little sickly long-haired chihuahuas that she adopted from the vets because she felt her nursing skills could improve their quality of life. One had a heart condition and the other was born with a deformed rear leg. She named them Scooby and Doo after her favorite cartoon character, who just so happened to be a Great Dane. Scooby was totally devoted to her mistress as her mistress was to her.

'I'd better go check on her.' The companion decided not to just sit and worry when her boss could be in trouble.

She knocked for the 4th time with no response before using her key to unlock the kitchen door. Calling out her boss' name softly, so as not to frighten her, she walked in. Getting no response to her calls, Sandra quickly ran to her friend's bedroom, then through to the bath. Not finding her there, she turned back around into the living area. There she found the little blond sitting askew on the sofa next to the fireplace. The logs had burned down hours before. Her skin looked pale and waxy with a sweaty sheen covering her but her chest rose and fell rhythmically. Sandra released an audible sigh of relief.

"Josie.....?" Sandra came to sit next to her boss on the sofa and reached out to touch her forehead. It was burning up. "Come on now, boss, it's time to wake up." There was no response. Sandra became alarmed and took a small hot hand into her own, patting it and calling to her more assertively. "Josie, can you hear me. It's Sandy, honey. Please wake up. You're scaring me." The tiny woman stirred, eyelids fluttered to show blood shot green eyes that wouldn't quite focus.

"Sandy?" She slurred. Her tongue felt thick as the fog filling her mind.

"Yeah. It's me."

"Sandy? What's the matter? What time is it?" Josie tried to orient herself, but it was difficult to concentrate. She recognized the symptoms and new she was no longer in remission. She was sick, yet again, and would need her companion's assistance to function until she was able to arrest the symptoms one more time. She groaned with the knowledge of what lay in front of her. Then groaned again when she remembered the night before and what Sandy had seen and the talk she knew they had to have. "I'm sick, Sandy."

"I know, honey. Tell me what you need and I'll do it. Ok? Can you do that for me?" The sympathetic woman gently brushed the blond's bangs off of her wet forehead to comfort her.

"I need my morning meds and the prednisone that's in the medicine cabinet and bring me the tin that's in there too. I need a big glass of milk and some tin roof Sunday ice cream." She concluded her list with just a trace of a grin on her pale face.

"Ice cream?" Sandy looked at her friend in amusement.

"For medicinal purposes only. It'll help bring my temperature down faster..... Well, it will." Josie giggled, swallowed and made a face. "Gods, my throat hurts. Shit."

Sandra retrieved all the items requested as well as some tylenol and chloraseptic losenges she found in the cabinet. "Here, let me help you sit up and get comfortable. Now, take these." The companion handed her boss a few pills at a time and her milk. It took a while since there were about twenty regular morning vitamins and meds. "Now how much prednisone do you need to take?"

"Give me 10 mg for now. And, would you draw up 1000 mcg of the B12 that's in that tin, please?" The companion did as requested and injected the B12 into her boss' deltoid muscle. She didn't even flinch.

"You've had to do this often haven't you."

"Oh yeah. Too often."

"Why did this happen? What caused it?"

"I've been feeling really good so I've been doing more. Yesterday I went way over my limit in activity tolerance. I was on my feet for most of 12 hours, then I had sex, several times, which requires an amazing amount of energy and taps the bodily fluids. Then, getting upset does a real number on me. Add in the pretty good bet that I came in contact with a child who has a cold or pink eye and my immune system went bat shit and attacked." Josie stopped to catch her breath and closed her eyes to rest. Sandra went into the kitchen to fetch the ice cream as requested.

"Here ya go. Sugar free, huh? Any good?" Sandra noticed how badly the little blond's hands were shaking while trying to scoop some of the treat from the bowl. "Here, let me do that." The companion fed small bites of the frozen treat into her employer's mouth. Causing a small grin to crease her lips.

"Mmmmm." Josie purred.

"So, if you have an immune system to attack, then you don't have AIDS." Sandy said.

"AIDS? No I don't have AIDS. I have a form of CFS, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, alias Chronic Epstein Barr. It's like having Mononucleosis one too many times and it decides to live in. Though I've had it for at least ten years now, it didn't get debilitating till about a year ago when I had to have some surgery. It became acute and caused me to quit working so I wouldn't permanently damage my liver and kidneys. Not everyone gets such an acute case. I'm one of the unlucky few. It's probably because I have diabetes too and it adds just so much more stress on my little body. Now that it is active again, my blood sugar is probably going banana's. I'll need you to check that for me now. My case is in that tin, also." Josie pointed to the small leather container inside the antique tin.

"I've done that for several patients already so I do know how." Sandy said as she opened the kit and set up her cotton, alcohol swipe, stick gun, test strips and accu-check machine. "Ok, I'm ready when you are." The nursing student took the finger offered her and proceeded to check the blood sugar.

"Josie, it's 350mg/dl. That's really high. Should I get you to a hospital?" Sandra looked at her patient with concern.

"No. It will be Ok. Give me 12 units of regular insulin. That along with my glucophage will keep me under control for now. I'll start taking 70/30 tonight. That covers me really well during these episodes. I'll have to check it three times a day to make certain I don't peak. I'll need you today and tomorrow to be close by. After that I should be able to monitor myself. Right now my head's too damned fuzzy to make sure I'm not giving myself the wrong dosages."

"But you are SURE you need 12 units, right?" Sandra asked reticent to trust her friends judgement under the circumstances.

"Yeah, I'm sure. What I meant was I can't focus my eyes well enough to gauge the dosage in the syringe." Josie pat her friends hand and smiled reassuringly.

Sandra gave her boss her insulin injection, then assisted her to the bathroom to brush her teeth. After helping Josie peel off the sweat soaked clothes and wash up a bit, the companion tucked her into bed in a fresh pair of PJ's. "You get some sleep. I'll walk the dogs and feed them. Ok?" She asked as she walked around the room, shutting off lights and closing the blinds so her boss could get some much needed rest.

"Ok. Thank you Sandy. We'll talk later, deal?"

"Deal."

Josie tried to keep her eyes open, but to know avail. Before Sandra could close her bedroom door she was soundly asleep.

***

"Come along, children, your "Auntie Sandy" is taking you out this morning. You'd better put your Rebock's on, cause I'm not your mom. I run." Sandra jogged out of the door and onto the walking track that Josie had created with her riding mower and a grating attachment. It wended through over twenty acres of land that she chose to share with her little canine family and one tall, beautiful nursing student.

***

Sandra had taken over the dining room table with all her books and notes for class so she could keep an eye on her patient and still get her school work done.

It had been three hours since Sandra had put her boss to bed and she was beginning to worry about her. As quietly as she could she opened up the bedroom door and peered in to find her charge still asleep with no visible signs of distress. 'She looks so small and helpless lying there. I've never wanted to protect someone so much in my life. What's going on with me?'

Sandra sat in the bedroom chair and was instantly joined by two equally distraught little fur balls, both perched on her knees staring over at their sleeping mistress. 'She's gonna be Ok , fellas. I promise. I'm gonna take good care of her.' That's when the decision was made to move her things into the guest room/exercise room and purchase a noise device so that Josie could get her attention when she needed her.

***

Sandra was busy cooking in the kitchen and reciting the names of all the bones of the human body, all 206 of them, when she was joined by her freshly scrubbed, clear eyed boss. "Hiya, I'm starving. What ya cooking there?"

"Oh, Jesus...! I didn't hear you walk up. How are you feeling? You look so much better. It's amazing." Sandra just kept letting her eyes rake over her patient's body in awe of her seeming recovery.

"It's the prednisone mostly and the B12, along with the myriad of other vitamins I take. The prednisone stops the inflammatory process and gives me a false sense of well being and energy. It makes me feel human again. I only take it during bad flare ups. I was able to take a bath and dress myself which I find very valuable in life. How's your studying going?" Josie asked as she plucked an artichoke heart from the salad Sandra was mixing.

"Great, I find I study really well at your table. I have no problem concentrating here at all." The tall beauty smiled.

"Good. I'm glad. When's dinner gonna be ready. I'm starved. Did I eat today? I can't remember." Josie looked slightly confused as she took a seat at the table.

"How much do you remember exactly?" Sandra went around the kitchen preparing a plate for her boss and herself to eat as she listened intently to her explanation.

"I remember you fed me ice cream." A contented smile creased her lips. "That was really sweet of you by the way. I remember you giving me my meds. My sugar was high and you gave me insulin. You washed me up and you helped me to bed. Thank you by the way for helping me get cleaned up. I am sure that was hard for you." Josie said as she stared at the grain in her table unable to make eye contact discussing something so personal.

"Not a problem. I've cleaned more than my share of bare behinds this past clinical. I don't get embarrassed anymore. I've never found flabby butts enticing." Sandra tried to lighten the mood with a little levity.

"So, then, mine was an improvement?" Josie gave her friend a lascivious grin.

The tall nursing student looked up and winked in retort.

"Do you remember how high your blood sugar was?" Sandra asked.

"No. I remember you took it, but none of the details. Short term memory loss is a problem with this disease and so is concentration." Josie stated matter-of-factly.

"You probably haven't eaten anything since supper yesterday, so let's eat." Sandra set their plates down and poured them both some Barq's.

***

"I want to talk to you about what happened last night and, please don't interrupt. I have limited stores of energy so I can only talk for so long before I peter out. Ok?" Josie stated as she arranged her food on the fork.

"Ok. But can't it wait till after you've eaten?" Her friend implored.

"No. I want to do it now and get it over with. Now don't argue with me." The older woman accentuated her point with her fork.

"Ok."

"I am a lesbian. In case you hadn't figured that one out yet. I was married, but for all the wrong reasons. He was in love with me but I didn't reciprocate. We had been friends for many years. He knew my history with women, but we were both willing to believe that I could change because I was so fond of him and I wanted children so desperately. It didn't work out. It's like being a heroin addict and just smoking pot. It will eventually bring you back to heroin because that's your drug of choice. When I started having sexual relations with my husband it left me feeling unfulfilled and brought me back to my first love.....women. We had as amicable a divorce as possible. But, it was still damned painful." Josie studied her companion's face looking for any signs of shock or disgust. Finding none, she continued.

"The woman you saw me with, Kathy, is a very old friend and occasional sexual partner. She is a very desirable woman. We thought we might fall in love once, but found we made far better friends than lovers. She knows about my health problems and hasn't let it negatively effect our relationship. We have a little roll in the hay once every few months when one of us gets a bit too randy or needy. There is no one else. Most women lose interest in someone who is sick all the time. They don't want to be a care taker or they resent the fact that I don't have to work to get the bills paid. Thank God I have enough income from my investments to pay the bills, at least, most of the time. I couldn't afford, however, to pay a companion, hence the apartment idea and an RN student. That would be you."

"I hope this won't effect our working relationship or our friendship. I also hope you will respect my privacy and keep my private life to yourself. I have to be very discreet living in a small town. I'd like to feel that I can trust you." The older woman looked tentatively at her employee and friend.

"You can depend on my discretion, Josie. What goes on in this house and in our lives goes no further. I've had a lot of experience keeping secrets. Believe me I have no problem with that, nor do I have a problem with your sexuality."

Sandra took a deep breath and looked at her friend for encouragement before continuing. "I have often wondered, myself, what it would be like to be with another woman. I have noticed in recent years that all my true friends have been women and I'd much rather spend my time with them than with any man I know. Maybe that's why my marriage failed. I just lost interest in him, especially sexually, to the point of being repulsed. That made me feel just awful. Then he began looking elsewhere for his satisfaction. Everyone felt badly for me because my husband was screwing around on me. But, it was my fault. I didn't want him anymore. In fact, I hadn't wanted him for a very long time. Ever since I got sober. I realized that I had to be drunk to make love to my own husband. I haven't made love at all since I divorced Jack Daniels along with Frank Abbott." Sandra took a shaky breath to settle her nerves. She hadn't spoken this openly about herself to anyone, ever. It felt really good, but scary.

"I'm so sorry, Sandy. How long have you been sober?" Josie reached over to touch her friend's forearm.

The companion searched her employer's eyes but found only compassion and understanding in them. "It's been over three years now."

"That's wonderful. You should feel very proud. It's quite an accomplishment. I'm so glad you told me. Thank you for trusting me and thank you for accepting me the way I really am. Now, why don't you go on home and get some rest. I'm just going to read until I fall asleep. If I need you I'll call you on the intercom." Josie began to get up from the table but was gently pushed back into her chair.

"Actually, boss, I moved myself into the guest room while you were sleeping. I'd feel much better if I was in close physical proximity of you for the next few days or until I am sure you are safe. If you need me I bought you a bicycle horn for you to summon me with." Sandy took the horn from the kitchen counter and handed it to her patient. "It's easy to use. Just squeeze the bulb and it makes quite a racket. See." Sandy squeezed the bulb and a loud "Ah...ooooo...gah" came out.

"Oh, my. Let's hope I don't need to use this too often. That's downright obnoxious." Both women giggled. "I am glad you'll be so close by for the time being, but please don't let it interfere with your school work. I haven't been putting you through all those drills for nothing you know. I feel like this is our degree and I intend to complete it. Deal?" She smiled.

"Deal. Now let me clean up and I'll get you your meds. I'll check your blood sugar just before supper." Sandra got busy in the kitchen as Josie curled up on the sofa with Scooby and Doo.

"You know, fellas. I am one lucky lady to have found that guardian angel in there. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2 OF THE APARTMENT

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Unspoken Crushes Blossom

Unspoken Crushes Blossom by Javshaunn

In this fanfic, Izuku Midoriya and Denki Kaminari are best friends attending U.A. High School. Little do they know, they both have secret crushes on each other. They spend their days training, studying, and supporting each other, unaware of the deeper connection they share. As their bond grows stronger, they begin to question their feelings, leading to a heartfelt conversation in the school's training room. They confess their mutual crushes, and the realization dawns upon them that there's something more between them than just friendship. With joy and excitement, they embark on a new chapter as a couple, embracing their newfound love for each other.

Words: 555, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Best Friends, Crushes, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Angst

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47176249

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library girl

anime: attack on titan

characters: yelena x fem!reader

synopsis: you meet a girl at the library

warnings: suggestive content

words: 2.4K

a/n: omg my first one shot hehe <3 also I’m sorry if there so many unnecessary commas idk why i use them so much >///<

A transition of the earth's calming hues to the fiery ones the streets are now painted to establish the season. The hues also mark the start of the new school year, and for you an incoming freshman, it marks your excitement.

Sure you felt a little dread, who wouldn’t? College isn’t exactly a holiday, especially when you come from a less than wealthy background. The amount of pressure you felt to succeed by your family and all the paths they fought to carve for you scared you. What if you couldn’t do it? What if you caved into the pressure? No one else had done this in your family before, what makes you so sure you’re so different?

You shake those ideas away, pessimism will only aid in strengthening those thoughts that often shackled you. This is the start of your life, a new chapter for you to carefully lay down strokes of experience. The pen you spent the last 12 years carefully gathering ink for was full, all you had left to do was set it down on a page.

October’s chill air has the campus buzzing, everyone’s in a rush to find their friend group, to claim a best friend. All these friendships will inevitably fall apart as fast as they were created, in a never ending cycle that every freshman goes through. To avoid being a complete loner by spring semester, you opted in befriending your roommate; the same one who recommend,

E.Smith Library

In nothing but your most comfortable clothing you stand before two giant glass doors. You were 5’5, and couldn’t imagine any reason to justify the tall stature of this opening.

‘There couldn’t possibly be anyone that tall to justify the height and heaviness of this door’ you mentally sigh,

Nonetheless you push all of your weight onto the enormous glass doors. They thankfully move and you make your way inside.

The library was beautiful, with an equally dramatic lobby to justify the doors. There were large pillars with dark maroon drapes hanging off them. The air was a wooden musky scent that indicated the age of some of the books you may find. You were in one of the oldest buildings on campus. The architecture was reminiscent of late Victoria.

Multiple paths were available to you. You weren’t sure where to begin, but you settled on one of the spiral staircases that had a sign labeled ‘Quiet Quarters’.

This library is the one you will find solace in as you make your way through the semester and unbeknownst to you, even a person to share said solace with.

Navigating the spiral staircase was very enjoyable and you take note to always use this route when looking for a place to study.

You then make your way down the corridor. Tall bookshelves could be seen on the left side of your peripheral view and to your right a beige wall full of countless posters you would probably circle back to read.

Past the shelves, you see the designated rooms meant for learning, breaks and whatever a person needed so long as they rented the space and remained quiet, it was free to use.

‘Room 545….Room 550…Room 553…Room 555, found it’

you looked to the left and to the right of you, before entering; the only signs of life were the occasional shoving of books coming from the shelves, but no one was visible.

‘Perfect’

You lay your stuff down in the small room and make your way to the bookshelves. You weren’t sure what you were looking for but then again were you ever?

…………

Philosophy W-Z

You find yourself in a secluded part of the library. If noise was almost non-existent before, where you found yourself you were sure you could hear the slow and steady rhythm of your heart.

‘The phallacies and intricacies of man’ You trace your fingers down the book's cracked spine and feel its age; this book has surely been around far longer than you. You pull it out and see it’s worn cover. A very bland image from an obscure author; one word comes to mind ‘boring’. You quickly slide it back into place.

“You truly shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, the lessons you’d learn, all the possibilities turned to dust, by your quick judgment”

A deep voice stated. You turn your head over your right shoulder to find the source of the pretentiousness. You glare at them for even daring to speak to you when you're confronted by beauty themself.

If heaven were a person they found themselves situated on the face of the person who stood before you. Tall and lean, they made the bookshelves look small as their presence dwarfed them. Beige slacks, emerald green turtle neck with a dainty gold chain. You could tell it was real by the way the artificial lights hit it. Blonde hair that seemed to radiate life, cut short, and styled so effortlessly that it looked purposeful. And their face, beautiful sharp features, masculine, but the big round eyes revealed a feminine touch no man could ever hope to achieve. You immediately felt silly for glaring at them.

“Perhaps the book shouldn’t have such a shit cover if it wanted me to pick it up. After all you only get one chance at a first impression” you look her dead in the eye and immediately regret it. She's not one to be easily riled up, but your statement sparked something in her eye and you weren’t sure if you were ready for what that spark could possibly mean.

With two long legged strides she stood next to you. Forcing you to crane your neck up to see her. Regardless of this she bent down to your eye level, directly in front of your face. So close you could see every blemish and mark on her skin.

“That’s a hard philosophy to live by bunny…. let me guess your only friend is your roommate” she says in a voice low enough where only you could hear. A completely unnecessary precaution as no one but the two of you were there, leading you to believe her intentions may have laid elsewhere.

“Well lone girl creeping on me…..birds of a feather….”

Her sharp stoic face morphs into a smile, or more like a grin, a sinister grin that sends shivers down your spine. You’re not sure if you’re scared, excited or perhaps both.

She chuckles and straightens up. She turns and heads to leave as she does she stops right at the opening of the bookshelves. With her back facing you, she looks over her shoulder and tells you

“Flock together”

With that she leaves and your left in your own confusion. Too puzzled and rattled from the interaction you go to the study room, grab your stuff and go. You hope to see the tall menace as you walk down the aisles but she's nowhere to be seen, gone as soon as she came. Defeated, you leave and return to your dorm.

……………

“No Annie, you don’t get it. She’s like a ghost. How could I lose a ten foot tall demon…….or angel” you whisper the last part, and throw yourself on your bed.

Annies on the other side of the room, back against the wall facing you. She once had a laptop in her hand for her school work, but you came barging in with a crisis, and shit listening to you beats doing calculus.

“One, I heard that last part. Two, what would you even have said to her if you ran into her again?” She says with her usual monotone expression.

You turn your head back to look at her and no words come out. You sit yourself up against the wall to face her.

“Help me think of somethiiiiiing” you whine, Annie rolls her eyes,

“If I knew how to talk to women you think I’d be here talking to you?” The slight raise in her voice at the end being the only thing that could possibly indicate this was a joke. You feign hurt and throw your hand over your head.

“Oh woe is meeee, If my own roommate can't stand me what shall I ever do sighhhhhh” you emphasize the last part. You are definitely joking but a part of you can't help but wonder what in the hell you were actually going to do.

“Did you even get any work done? That was the whole point of you even going there….” She trails off at the end as she picks up her phone to check who knows what. You lay down and look up at the ceiling,

“Fuck, I dead forgot that was the whole reason I was ther-“ you loudly gasp and sit back up. Annie gives you a look of half confusion and half of someone who’s over it.

“I didn’t finish my work SO I HAVE A REASON TO GO BACK TOMORROW” you throw yourself back onto the bed and start squealing

“I'm a GENIUS, Annie don't you get it” Annie sighs but she doesn't interject it's not like she has any better ideas.

……………

Everyday after class you found yourself in room 555, looking, waiting, hoping, and leaving disappointed. This tragic cycle repeated itself for 5 days until finally on Saturday something changed. You decided to go a tad bit earlier to the library. You wanted to catch up on all your work and attempt to be a responsible student— that's what you told yourself.

You open the doors to your study space. The familiar cool air hits you, and a familiar face greets you at the spot you usually find yourself seated in. Your heart immediately starts to race but you take a deep breath and exhale.

“You’re in my seat” You dryly state. The small smile that crept onto the corner of your lips giving away your true feelings. The blonde hair girl remained stoic, sitting on the chair laid back with her legs spread and her hands in her pockets. She merely scans your body from head to toe before saying,

“I thought you missed me princess? With the way you came in everyday desperately searching for me”. You take your bag off and place some books on the table and then side eye her. She wore a grin on her face as if celebrating some imaginary victory.

“tch, if you dont want me to wipe that shit grin of your fucking face you’ll leave me alone” you turn to face her but still remain a safe distance away from her. She cockes her head, rubs her chin and fake pouts.

“aww that really hurt my feelings” Her cool eyes piercing into yours tell a different story.

She stands up, once again reminding you of that monstrous height. This woman could use you as a toothpick, snap you in half If she really wanted. She was so big, and the thought kind of turned you on. It didn’t help that today she wore a white, skin tight shirt. She was muscular, her abs were defined, arms toned. She looked so good, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander her body.

You were a bit rigid as she approached you and sat on the table next to you. She was close enough for you to feel the predatory aura the nonchalant attitude she held couldn’t contain; A wolf in sheep’s clothing was an understatement.

“What year are you, my little firecracker?” she says in a sultry voice that definitely had an affect on you. From the way she looked at you, you knew she knew how she affected you but you didn’t acknowledge it.

“Freshman, and you”, you stare directly into her eyes. The move proved to be a mistake. God those eyes were a trip, large, dark, curious, hypnotizing, with an unmistakable amount of lust she didn’t even try to hide.

She chuckles and leans into your ear. You feel her warm breath on you, your breath hitches and you swallow air. She waits a few seconds before saying anything, god she knows what she's doing and doesn't she do it so well?

“Sophomore,” You feel the weight of her large and heavy hand on your waist as she pulls you close enough to her that your chest is on her. Her hand swiftly moves from your waist to the small of your back once you're near her, trapping you. The proximity to her also fills your nostrils. She smells like earth, its subtle, but fresh and woodsy. You can't help but breathe her in and your realization of your own actions adds more heat to your face if that were even possible given the situation.

All your senses are overloaded by her.

“You know no one can see inside the study rooms” she leans back a bit to look into your eyes again, and takes her free hand and lightly grazes your lips with her thumb before running circles on your cheek. You’re too stunned at the situation at hand to even process what she said so you give her a look of confusion.

She catches your shock and confusion, and laughs. The sound a low rumble at first before picking up momentum. Her laugh booms through you and you instinctively press your thighs together.

“Let me be more clear for you sugar, what I’m saying is…” The hand that was on your lower back snakes to your ass before she gives it a big squeeze. You squeak in shock and press more into her from the surprise. She takes the other hand that was on your cheek and uses it to tilt your chin and assure your focus goes from her hand on your ass to looking at her, you gulp.

“No one can see how you're pressed up against me, how my hand is on your ass, what we do in here. However, they can hear. So you’ll be a good girl and be quiet for me, won't you kitten?” She drags out the good girl and your mouth slightly opens. She lets out a deep sigh in frustration with your own immobility so you snap out of it and respond,

“I…. don't even know your name” her eyes flash and you barely catch it. She licks her lips and breaks out into another toothy grin. She brings your face close enough to her’s your noses brush against each other.

“Well that’s the easy part, moan the name Yelena for me doll”