#I just realised I forgot to call her Jane in this

[cpvnksabm]

omg #saverickypotts fr! its so sad how they treated yannick in that one really cool production, it makes me like cripplingly sad. oh holy shit yeah i totally forgot about those lines that imply ocean is ableist lmao thats so silly! but like she learned to be a better person and also it doesnt count, im so sick of those annoying bitter cripples i mean ocean haters demonizing her just because they're too stupid to know what happens in the musical. hey you, disabled stranger, did you know that ricky sings about cat-women in the musical? oh wait have you actually seen the musical? oh sorry silly me i didnt even realise you could do that haha anyway i think you're totally overreacting about the "calling ricky a freak" thing i dont think youd know what is and isn't ableism. oh im so sorry i dont think its possible to have a disabled actor for ricky in this production! i love ricky so much. it was so progressive for the sydney production to add the line implying he was bi. oh yeah i guess it would have been better if he was still disabled but i just ignore him the whole time so it doesnt bother me when his character gets butchered! also i LOVE when productions make spacedolls canon... i never thought i could picture ricky in a relationship but he's just so sweet and cute with jane it's like shoving dolls faces together to make them kiss! so wholesome! holy shit why does ricky sing about SEX in his song??? that's so weird do you think the writers meant to put that in? i didn't know sweet little ricky potts could think like that i guess he really does have a hidden naughty side... he's such a FREAK FREAK FREAK he belongs in an actual freak show he's a freak he's

are any other disabled people in this fandom just, inexplicably really tired?

[confuzzledcrow]

My babysitters a vampire

Benny Weir centric fic

(Featuring ‘Betty’ and Erica)

Description: Benny wasn’t sure what it was but being Betty made him feel different and he thinks he liked it.

Ships: slight one-sided Rory x Benny (Benory?)

It had been a week or so since Ethan and Benny had dressed up as Veronica and Betty. Ethan hated every moment of it. Benny will laugh along with his friends about how awful it was but he sorta enjoyed having long hair and painting his nails. Of course he only let himself enjoy these things when he was alone.

The group always hung out at Ethan’s that was just how it worked so when Erica appeared at Benny’s window in the middle of the night he let out a scream and fell backwards out of his chair. Due to the shock of having a vampire who usually won’t tolerate his existence appear at his window Benny maybe forgot about a few things. For example he forgot that on his desk beside all his potions and ingredients there was also makeup pallets, he forgot that he had some rather girly posters of boy bands and movies on his wall and the biggest give away being that he opened his window with sparkly red nails.

“Erica what are you doing, finally realised how irresistible I am?” He joked as the blonde girl climbed in the window. She let out a sigh as she pushed the boy out of her way. “Don’t flatter yourself, Betty. I came looking for a potion” She stood with her arms crossed but Benny was to caught up in what she had called him he stood with his mouth gaping for a second before rushing to explain himself. “No I wasn’t.. I don’t. Jane painted my nails! And the.. what is liking bands a crime?! I was just…” He trailed off as the girl stood looking bored. The silence was suffocating for about 2 seconds before she shrugged.

“I haven’t been able to hunt all week because I’ve been helping you losers fight monsters, I need energy I was hoping you had some sort of vampy blood energy potion?” She said picking up different bottles and shaking them, she also tested the red lipstick sitting on his desk however it made no difference since she didn’t have a reflection. He watched her walk around inspecting his room. “I uh could make you something yea?” He laughed nervously hoping that if he just agreed she’d leave. She nodded before taking a seat on his bed. “Well then go!” She demanded as she messed around with the trinkets on his bedside table. He nodded heading down to the basement using different herbs, powders and some of his own blood to work something up for her.

When he went back upstairs and was going through his wardrobe. “Erica!” He let out a shocked yelp as the girl held up a skirt. She turned eyeing up the potion in his hand, before he even realised she’d moved it was out of his hand and in her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled. She handed him back the empty bottle and turned to leave before stopping. “Reds not really your colour, go more pink” She stated lifting the red lipstick off the desk and pocketing it. Then she was gone.

The next day at school Benny was on edge, surely Erica was going to tell everyone she was going to tell Rory and he’d know that Benny was actually the girl he’d been talking to, she was going to tell Ethan and he’d think his best friend was a freak. So Benny waited, he waited all day for someone to say something for someone to call him out. But no one did. Rory spoke at lunch about Betty and how he wished he’d gotten a chance to make out with her before she left. Benny didn’t love the implications he made about wanting to bite her but he also called her pretty and angelic and it made Benny feel a little proud. Erica had glanced his way but she didn’t say anything.

Later when the group met up at Ethan’s no one seemed to notice that Benny was wearing a subtle pink lip gloss or that he had mascara on. No one noticed his dull nude nails that didn’t make him feel as pretty as pink but were less noticeable. They sat and watched tv until Rory fell asleep and Sarah followed Ethan into the kitchen to get food. “Your right hand is a mess” Erica stated not looking away from the tv, Benny looked down and his nails were a bit messier on the right because he had to do them with his left hand. “You won’t tell anyone will you?” He asked at which she finally turned to him shooting him a confused look “what that your bad at painting nails?” She smirked as Benny shook his head. “Erica I’m serious” he pleaded and maybe just maybe Erica felt something in her undead heart shift as she let out a sigh. “No I won’t tell anyone, but if you don’t want people to know you should try avoiding glitter” She stated blandly as he remembered the glittery pink lipgloss he was wearing. He nodded rubbing his mouth with his sleeve. The two once again sat in silence with only Rory’s snoring adding any noise.

“So are you a girl?” Erica asked and got the first time there was no hint of sarcasm or judgement in her voice. “I don’t… think so, I just… Betty was pretty and I liked… I don’t know” He stammered over his words not really sure how to explain that for once in his life he felt comfortable with the way he looked. Erica nodded “I’m hot, now that I’m an undead bloodsucker I’ll be hot forever. I hated old Erica I hated waking up in the morning and seeing her in the mirror” there was something unusually sincere about everything she was saying. “If you want, I am the best dressed and hottest of all your frien… people you know. So, I could help you with hair and makeup and stuff. I never really get to mess around with mine since I can’t see my reflection” She had gone back to watching tv but Benny couldn’t focus on tv right now. “Yeah that would be… yeah” He smiled and turned to watch tv as Ethan and Sarah came back.

Erica and Benny weren’t friends. But after that night it wasn’t uncommon for the two to sit in Benny’s bedroom watching dusk, listening to boy bands and messing around with their makeup. Benny sat incredibly still as Erica fixed his makeup. She had forced him to stay away from the mirror whilst she picked out his clothes and styled his wig. She finished applying the new pink lipstick she had helped him pick out before standing back to admire her work. “There, what do you think, Betty?” She asked and Benny’s heart skipped at hearing the name. He couldn’t stop the toothy grin from spreading across his face as he looked in the mirror. “I look like… wow” was all he could breathe out as the words ‘I look like me’ crossed his mind.

[blackbird-brewster]

Before I get into this story, a couple of things to know for context:

I'm nonbinary, this is a well known fact to everyone I know.

My partner, Doom Them, is also nonbinary. But, they're not widely out to the world-at-large.

We live in a fairly small city (about 380,000)

Okay, so yesterday was my mother-in-law's (we'll call her Jane) retirement event at the school she's been a teacher at for over three decades. It was mostly current and past staff who had worked with her, but the family was also invited, which was why I was there.

At the beginning, I noticed a teacher across the room who had a rainbow badge on. I ask Doom Them, who is also a teacher, if they knew her. They didn't.

I suggest they go introduce themself, because there's already so few queer teachers, and it's worth getting to know another one. But, Doom Them had just arrived to this event after working all day and they weren't in the mood to socialize and/or network (fair).

After the speeches, this mystery teacher played guitar and led the waiata. I decided that was going to be my 'in' when people started mingling. I was going to go compliment her contribution to the event and introduce myself. Easy.

I approach her by the snack table and open with a strong, "Thank you for leading the waiata, I know it meant so much to Jane. You really helped make this a beautiful send off." This woman stares at me blankly, probably wondering why I'm speaking about Jane like I know her feelings or what-not. Me, being the suave person I am, reply with, "Oh, sorry. I'm Jane's..." I FREEZE mid-sentence as a suddenly realise there's no easy way to say "her child-in-law" and I didn't want to say "her daughter's partner", because I didn't want to misgender Doom Them. And I already know Doom Them doesn't know her, so I can't say, "I'm (real name's) partner."

And in true autistic panic, I momentarily forgot I could just say "Jane is my mother-in-law".

So I froze.

It took like two seconds for me to finish and what fell out of my mouth was, "I'm Jane's...son."

Here's the fucking thing.

Jane has worked at this school for three decades. EVERYONE knows her and most of them even watched Doom Them grow up. This woman was about my age, so the latter didn't apply. Even if she didn't know Doom Them by name, she still would have known Jane enough to know she only has ONE child.

And even if, for some reason, she didn't know that before the event, there were three speeches given and ALL of them talked about Doom Them in some regard.

So here I am, this random queer, pressed linen button up, khaki shorts, and the most ostentatiously wild Wonder Woman sneakers -- and I'm claiming to be Jane's non-existent son.

Mystery teacher shoves a whole mini-pie in her mouth at this point, and honestly, so fucking valid. She says, "Okay. Well, I actually have to go help someone move furniture."

Turns on her heels and darts away, much to my appreciation.

Now, let me get to the best part.

This morning, I relay this story to Jane. She, of course, asks what teacher this was.

I describe said teacher.

Jane says "Oh, that's Fake Name." (She uses the teacher's first and last name here) We both laugh at my unfortunate social interaction. I go to the kitchen to make coffee.

It's at least a full minute later when it hits.

"WAIT!! DID YOU SAY FAKE NAME?!"

Jane confirms.

Turns out, the teacher I accosted is my old tattoo artist!!! I had a couple of tattoos done by her when I first moved here in 2016. She quit tattooing to become a teacher...

I didn't fail at meeting another gay -- I ALREADY KNEW HER.

[julieverne]

Jane and Maura were free with each other's houses, with each other's keys. One or the other would show up and they'd go out or stay in. If they had plans it was a given that they were free to come over at the arranged time.

Casey put a brief spanner in those works, but that was just once, and Maura declined Jane's generous offer of an orgy. She did announce herself when she came in the front door now, not just wandering through the the bedroom like she used to.

But sometimes she forgot. Jane's place felt like home to her too, and Jane was just as comfortable in Maura's home.

So she knew what Jane was doing when she stood in the doorway, a distant hum under the covers. Jane didn't notice for a moment, and Maura watched her, unable to look away from the peaceful look on her face. She knew she should go back out and come back in and let Jane know she was here and pretend she hadn't seen anything.

But Jane's eyes opened and Jane shot upright, fumbling with something under the covers, blushing bright red as the humming stopped.

"Jeeeezus," Jane said finally. "I need to put a bell on you."

"Boston Joe's. Jog. Seven," was all Maura was able to stumble out of her dry mouth. Jane looked over at her alarm clock. 6:52. She looked at Maura with both eyebrows raised.

"Traffic was good," Maura shrugged. She came in and sat on the bed, ignoring Jane's shooing motions. "It's natural, Jane, and I'm glad you have a way to relieve some of the tension of your work and home life."

"Well I'm double tense now, get out," Jane huffed and Maura chuckled.

"Do you need a hand?" Maura asked. Jane pushed Maura's shoulder and Maura got up, still chuckling, headed for the longue room. Eight minutes later Jane came out in her exercise outfit, not meeting Maura's eyes. Maura wasn't sure if she'd finished what she'd started or just used the bathroom and dressed, but Jane's shoulders were still tense and hunched.

"Don't be ashamed," Maura said, finally looking worried. "I shouldn't have... I should have announced myself, or knocked and waited for you."

"Nah, you have a key and I'm too impatient to knock for you as well. Can we just forget about this?" Jane looked uncomfortable, so Maura nodded. She wondered if letting Jane walk in on her would make them even. But besides the blushes on Jane's cheeks through their work day, Jane didn't seem worried so she shelved the idea.

---

Maura was more considerate with announcing herself after that, and Jane learned not to do... that before plans with Maura. But she couldn't help but feel she'd missed an opportunity.

---

Maura hadn't expected Jane. That was her mistake. Jane was always impatient, always barging in. But at 2am, Maura hadn't expected Jane, even if they'd only finished work an hour before. If Jane had planned to come over, she would have come home with Maura.

The last thing she'd expected was to meet Jane's dark eyes in her doorway when she was mid-climax. It was too late to stop; that train had left the station and after a week of neglect it would not be derailed. She could and should look away, but Jane didn't move, didn't blink, so neither did Maura, other than certain involuntary movements related to the aforementioned train.

When Maura sank back into the bed Jane cleared her throat, finally realising the situation and flushing bright red.

"I - I saw the light - I couldn't sleep - frozen yoghurt - I thought you'd heard me - called from the stairs - I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Maura said, sitting up and running her hand through her tousled hair. "Get over here."

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 7 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

Also on AO3

Chapter 7. Home Truths

By the time the doorbell went, Steve had some clean dry clothes and Eddie actually had some clothes, but they were both still wrapped in their blankets and Robin had made sandwiches. When both of them had inhaled what was put in front of them, she had made some more. Everyone had also migrated to the living room where it was warmer and there were more seats.

Steve did his best not to start at the sound of the bell because, after being stuffed with food and hot chocolate, Eddie had decided to doze on his shoulder. It was either an A+ avoidance technique or Eddie was still that tried, but Steve didn’t want to disturb him either way.

He was quite surprised when Will came straight in and sat down next to him on the couch.

“You too, huh,” Will said.

“Me too, you mean..?” Steve asked.

Will looked at the coffee table, held out his hand and narrowed his eyes. The ugly ashtray in the centre of the table slid towards him.

“Will,” Joyce chided gently as the kid wiped his nose with a Kleenex he pulled from his pocket.

“El’s been giving me some pointers. Didn’t think of raising the dead though,” Will told Steve with a smile, as if he wasn’t stressed about any of the situation at all.

“He wasn’t dead,” Steve protested in his own defence.

“Just kind of on the undead side,” Eddie muttered around a yawn. “Hey, Will the Wise, long time no see.”

“I didn’t know you two had met,” Steve said, because it was easier than anything else in his head.

“We met at the beginning of the school year, and Henderson and Wheeler have regaled me with many tales of their campaigns,” Eddie said. “Will would have been great for Hellfire if he hadn’t been called to adventures in California.”

“Oh yeah, forgot Starcourt was in July, but everyone was still here until October,” Steve realised.

“I feel it should be worrying that you can’t keep the dates of all your brushes with death straight in your head,” Eddie commented, sitting up and away from Steve.

He did his best not to feel bereft.

“Excuse me for being distracted by the end of the world,” Steve bitched back.

“Hi,” El said, coming to stand in front of him and dragging his thoughts back to the present.

She was looking at him with the wide-eyed stare she sometimes got when trying to puzzle things out. He used every trick he knew not to fidget.

“Hi, El,” Steve replied. “El this is Eddie, Eddie this is El, or do you prefer Jane now, sorry I keep forgetting.”

“I do not mind either from my friends,” El replied and gave him a smile. “Nice to meet you, Eddie.”

“Hi, Supergirl,” Eddie replied, “Steve filled me in on how you saved the world again. Nice to meet you too and I would like to offer my personal thanks for ending that bastard for good. I did not like being a minion.”

“You are welcome,” El said, “I do not think I would like being a minion either.”

Steve found himself smiling at the little exchange even though it was utterly bizarre. He caught Joyce and Hopper giving them all a look which he suspected reflected something of a similar reaction. Robin was rolling her eyes and he refused to look at the other three because he really didn’t want to know what Nancy was thinking.

“Steve,” El said with a serious little brow furrow, “could you tell me what happened with Eddie please?”

“Yeah, okay,” he said and did his best to put it all in order in his head. “It began right after they let us go home,” he started and proceeded to explain everything he could, as well as he could.

He wasn’t well versed in the whole psychic area, but he did his best to describe what had happened, at least mostly. At the mention of Eddie biting him there was a short pause for Eddie to demonstrate he no longer had fangs, but that was the only interruption. After that he also did his best to answer any questions El had. Robin also mentioned how suspiciously fast her cuts and bruises from the final battle had disappeared, at which point Steve had to admit that his bat bites and the road-rash on his back had also almost completely stopped hurting where they had been giving him trouble up to the final battle. Robin gave him yet another disapproving look for that. He may have failed to mention it before.

“Biokinesis,” El decided once he had finished speaking.

“Bio what now?” Steve asked.

“Biokinesis,” El repeated. “It is the ability to affect other living things. Like when I restarted Max’s heart.”

“And you think I did that to Eddie and Robin?” he asked.

“And yourself, but less so,” El replied with a nod.

“Trust you to forget to fix yourself, Dingus,” Robin commented.

“You used your own energy to boost and enhance Eddie and Robin’s healing abilities and undid what Henry had done to Eddie as well,” El said with perfect confidence.

“But I don’t have powers like you,” Steve said, because it didn’t make any sense.

“You did not use to,” El said, her thinking face firmly in place again, “but neither did Will. We think Henry chose Will in the beginning because he had latent abilities Henry could use, but they stayed mostly dormant when he was no longer possessed. Maybe you had them too, you just never realised.”

“You have taken enough punishment in the past to kill a lot of people,” Nancy added her two cents. “You always bounced back remarkably fast.”

Steve couldn’t help thinking of the comedowns he had experienced after every major event and how it always seemed to make him feel much better afterwards. He’d never healed himself completely, but he had to wonder if he’d been doing something on a less grand scale completely unconsciously.

“And what, the psychic blast at the end of the battle brought them out?” he asked, because he still wasn’t sure how to take it all.

“We think it connected us to El’s power, which blasted open whatever was dormant in us,” Will said from beside him.

“Well fuck,” Steve said, because he didn’t know what else to say.

He did manage to make El giggle at the naughty word, which was at least one plus.

~*~

Eddie didn’t seem to be able to keep his eyes open for more than about ten minutes at a time. Then again, what with the whole rebirth thing, Steve couldn’t exactly blame him. He was feeling a bit fuzzy on the edges himself, but since he had a house full of people he refused to just check out. The longer he was awake, the less shaky he was feeling, however, so that was one good thing.

Will, it turned out, was just as nonchalant about having powers as he had seemed over their first interaction. Of all things, it seemed to have boosted his confidence rather than anything else. In their preparations for the final confrontation with Vecna, Will had been quiet although resolute. He seemed calmer now. Steve couldn’t really fathom it because he was decidedly still freaking out. He could only speculate that Will’s past experiences with the psychic side of things gave the kid a very different outlook to him.

He had listened attentively as Will had explained how he had kind of suspected something after the whole El needing help incident and so, once he was no longer on a government base, had spent the better part of a day seeing if he could do anything to no luck. Then El had scared the hell out of him accidentally when he’d been concentrating and one of his paint pots had shot across the room.

“We were going to come and talk to you,” El assured him after Will’s story, “but we wanted to make sure Will was getting on okay first.”

“I probably wouldn’t have believed you,” he admitted, glancing over at where Eddie was curled up like a hibernating squirrel in the corner of the couch.

The sight made his heart beat a little faster for reasons he refused to dwell on, at least not yet. Denial was a wonderful thing and too many shocks in one day would not be good for him.

“So do you have all the same powers as El?” he asked, looking back to Will.

“We’re not sure,” Will admitted.

“All of us in the project had different strengths and weaknesses even though Papa wanted us all to be strong in some things,” El explained in a sagely tone. “Will will get stronger over time, like I have, but he might be better at some things than me, and not as good at others. I think the only one who was as good at biokenisis as you seem to be, Steve, was Henry.”

Steve’s mind flashed back to Max floating in the air, eyes misty and rolled back. It filled him with horror. A hand firmly taking hold of his own dragged him back to the present.

“You are nothing like him,” El said, looking him straight in the eye. “You heal, he destroyed.”

That did, however, spark one idea in his brain.

“Do you think I could help Max?” he asked as he made the mental connections.

Max might have been awake, but she was almost completely blind, and the doctors were still worried about the way her limbs were healing. They hadn’t been able to get all the details, but they knew that much.

“Definitely not yet,” Hopper said from where the man had been pretending not to be listening. “We need to have a long talk about your self-sacrificial tendencies.”

Steve hadn’t actually been thinking about right then, well at least not much.

“What Hop said,” Robin agreed and pinned him down with a glare.

Clearly, he was still in so much trouble with his best friend. It wasn’t even like he had done this one deliberately, well not until the last part anyway. Will had the audacity to give him a look, as if Will wouldn’t have been thinking exactly the same thing he was if the kid had been in his place. He wasn’t the only one with occasionally problematic instincts.

“Maybe,” was El’s informed opinion on the subject, “but Dad is right, not until you are stronger. You could hurt yourself and Max.”

“I didn’t mean right now,” he protested, but nobody seemed to believe him.

“When you are stronger, we should also see if you can do other things too,” El told him, and patted him on the leg.

And didn’t that just fill him with trepidation.

End of Chapter 7

Chapter 8

[mogai-headcanons]

Jonathan Byers is an autistic bi asexual demiboy with depression, anxiety and selective mutism. He is still figuring his identity and pronouns out, but likes he/they pronouns. He is in love with Nancy Wheeler, a bisexual girl with anxiety who uses she/her and doesn't mind friends calling her they/them. Nancy is also dating Robin Buckley, an autistic lesbian who uses she/he pronouns, he also has adhd and anxiety. Robin has a crush on Vickie, a transfem sapphic who uses she/he/they pronouns, she's autistic and has adhd. Steve Harrington is a bisexual man with pstd, ocd and anxiety who uses he/him pronouns. He is also an age regressor due to trauma, and Robin is his best friend/sister figure. Robin is an age dreamer herself!! Eddie Munson is an autistic gay guy with adhd, he has a special interest in dungeons and dragons and metal music, he uses he/they pronouns but doesn't mind most others except she/her. They're dating Steve, and are also his cg. Jonathan is in a qpr with Argyle, an unlabeled agender gender apathetic dude who doesn't mind masc terms and uses any pronouns. Eddie's friend Chrissy Cunningham is a demigirl lesbian with anxiety and autism, she's also an age regressor!

Jim Hopper has ptsd and depression, he is also questioning if he's asexual/acespec. He uses they/he pronouns, and is dating Joyce Byers, a bisexual woman with anxiety and ptsd who uses she/they pronouns. The two are parental figures to Jonathan, El and Will. They're also both close to Murray Bauman, an unlabeled queer neurodivergent man who doesn't care what pronouns people use for xem. Alexei is (was?) a bisexual autistic man who uses they/he pronouns.

Eleven/Jane Hopper is an autistic nonbinary lesbian with ptsd, they use they/she pronouns and are an age regressor. She has a requited crush on Max Mayfield, a bigender bisexual with adhd and autism who uses he/she pronouns. Max is also dating Lucas Sinclair, who has adhd, is questioning his sexuality, and uses he/him pronouns. His little sister Erica is autistic, gendercute, and has adhd + uses she/her pronouns. Lucas' best friend is Dustin Henderson, an autistic transmasc kid with adhd who uses he/they pronouns who sees Steve as an older brother figure. He's also close friends with Nancy's little brother Mike Wheeler, an autistic trans boy who is also bisexual and in the closet, who uses he/him but doesn't mind they/them. Mike has an unrequited crush on Eleven, but also has feelings for Will Byers, an autistic gay trans boy with anxiety and ptsd who uses he/they. Will has a special interest in art and dungeons + dragons.

They all see each other as found family!!

Oh shit I just realised I forgor smth on my stranger things req that started with an autistic bi ace Jonathan, could u add Jonathan has a special interest in photography pls !! Thank u

Stranger things rqer with Autistic bi ace Jonathan again I'm sorry to keep adding stuff but!! Bob Newby is also dating Joyce Byers and he's a bisexual transgender man with autism and adhd (he/they)

Also could u maybe use a pic of Eleven from s3 if possible !! Aaa I'm sorry I keep changing stuff

fvjdkhjgbkflds oh my god i forgot smth again. same stranger things anon (the jonathan one. again. can i be 🍡 anon?) could u add that steve is questioning his gender, might be transfem, and is experimenting with she/they pronouns with friends as well as usually using he/him (im sorryyyyyyy i keep forgetting >.<)

🍡 anon back again because. i forgor AgAiN im sorryyyyy, could u add that Barbara Holland is a lesbian with anxiety, adhd and autism, she/they, and dating Nancy ? tyy

queued!

[breval]

Good Omens Season 2 Spoilers beyond the read more you've been warned! 🦆👼😈

So first of all, this season was amazing in so many ways!

We got so much backstory and so much more insight into both Crowley and Aziraphale way of thinking.

Also we have PROOF that Crowley was big in Heavens before the fall, and THERE ARE HEAVY HINTS, that he might have been an archangel, like he doesn't have ANY memories of who he was before, and that's basically what they did to Gabriel this season, (then say something about doing it twice being proof that there might be a problem with the system) ((I mean they could have been talking about Lucifer but I have doubts)) ((('cause he didn't lose his memories from what we know)))

Then the Queer rep this season is insane! (and diverse)

We've got the magician and his partner, we've got Nina and Maggie (and also Maggie failing relationship with her at the end ex partner)

And we've got Aziraphale and Crowley (and the most heartbreaking kiss I've ever seen😭)

Then the adorableness of ineffable bureaucracy (because angels and demons are neither so their relationship counts as queer as well)

Then there is Crowley, answering to somebody calling him a good man, with sorry, not either. (meaning he doesn't see himself either as good or as a man).

There are also SO MANY ACTRESSES like except from Aziraphale, Crowley and Gabriel, most of the other main characters are played by women.

Then there are some cute DW references just because, the fez for a start, then somebody said something about something being bigger on the inside. (I'm sure they were more but I'm still processing, and also I forgot stuff)

I didn't think I would feel sorry for Gabriel but I did.

The bits or tentative romance that we see between Aziraphale and Crowley are adorable and super heartbreaking considering the ending.

I love all the Jane Austen refs as well, that was a nice bonus, with Crowley as Elizabeth and Aziraphale as Darcy, I'm guessing next season is going to be Aziraphale/Darcy realisation act.

ALL the parallels between Maggie and Nina vs Aziraphale/Crowley OMG

Nina abusive relationship stopping her to see what it's on front of her but also preventing her to get into a relationship right away, after the end of the abusive one VS Aziraphale still not able to get away from the abusive/toxic relationship with heavens, which in the end prevents him from being with Crowley.

VS Crowley having realised long ago that both Heavens and Hell are toxic and so having had the time to heal some and to grow. Which Aziraphale hasn't yet.

So yeah AMAZING STUFF

but SAAAAAAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'm really really really really hoping we'll get a next season because if not I'm going to cry even more.

And like everybody is blaming Neil Gaiman for the heartbreak but he enlisted John Finnemore to co-write this series with him and I would like to remind people of this because John Finnemore gave us the ending to Cabin Pressure, which I still haven't quite recovered from. So I'm sure this was partially his fault as well.

[ajoytobeheld]

Harry Potter and the Half Decent Film

July 28th, 2009

So this is quite a pointless review as Harry Potter came out a bit ago so some of you will have already seen advance/normie screenings of it, and my faltering memory from the screening I saw is filled with crevices and cracks where a solid opinion use to be, however we shall endeavor…

I went to the first screening of the film anywhere ever in the world (apart from when it was initially finished and the director and actors might have sat down for some tea/ biscuits and a quick peak.)

My friend got these golden tickets in case he felt the urge to review it for his work and I tagged along, however this did not diminish from my own sense of self importance as I handed in all my electrical goods, received my tattoo transfers and took my squished seat in the packed and slightly smelly cinema. As we waited for an hour and half for everyone to hand in their possessions I invented a magazine in my head to review it for, it was called ” Stuff+Things” and came out four times a day. It’s appeal was the free wham bar or hair scrunchie attached to the front, much like in the innocent days of Bunty and Beano.

Before the film started a nervous and large busted woman came out to introduce the feature, she asked for reviews not to be posted before the red carpet shin dig and informed us we were so bloody special that we were getting an exclusive preview of the “Sherlock Holmes” and “Where the Wild Things Are” trailers as well! (One already available on the internet, the other directed by Guy Ritchie)

Firstly LOL

Secondly: This classic Arthur Conan Doyle character has been transformed into a winking cheeky protagonist with witty one liners who shags around, is a bit naughty, but we love him for it… oh wait it’s Robert Downey Junior in nearly every role ever. I love the man, I do, but is he is as funny as I want to think he is? Also it’s a Guy Ritchie film so it seems to have been filmed in “cockney gangster” vision, with some poetic license. I am assuming he is going to do a Jane Eyre film in which she is dressed in leather with numchucks with the tag line ” They underestimated her, now she is back. For Blood” Then she goes and kills all the nuns at her school before having a epic ten minute battle sequence with the mad wife in the attic.

Where The Wild Things Are looks great, everyone knows this.

Harry Potter. Well… I kind of forgot what happened in this particular book until about ten minutes in, and then I realised it was the stop gap snogging and untimely death book. This was the film in which not a huge amount happened in the book up until the very end where, you know, old beardy goes to the great wizard palace in the sky… with that in mind I found it ultimately a bit (dull).

Don’t get me wrong, the cinematography and effects were swarth, with Yates being one of the better Potter directors in terms of vision, but with no Voldemort and a slow build up to what we all knew was coming it just wasnt that fascinating. Plus it was the book in which the teenagers get it on with each other, which I found a little bit uncomfortable and stilted, it seemed they were trying to make it a bit sexual (with some mince pie feeding) but it was just really cringeworthy, with the actors themselves seeming like they were too firm friends to even pretend they suddenly developed feelings for each other.

Also there were some phallic bits with wands between legs and a guy trying to seduce Hermione by licking chocolate off his fingers… it seemed all the teenage angsty drama (i.e Hermione jealous of Ron) was a odd juxtaposition to the peril danger and peoples houses burning down (which was a bit random in itself), and so it never seemed to quite fit or be anything but a weird distraction. Maybe it’s just really hard to think of the three heroes as having libido’s I don’t know…. or maybe it was because the elements of darkness worked so well, that the light fluffy stuff felt forced. The positive parts of the film are Yate’s willingness to divulge in these darker parts of the book, such as Harry and Draco (who is brilliant) having a particularly gruesome fight, and the quite traumatic Horcrux search BUT there needed to be much much much more of it. Overall it is ok, there is not as much concentration on the Half Blood Prince part as the title would suggest and I can’t remember why it is important when you find out who it is anyway, but there is more of a focus on matters outside of Potter which help develop the plot faster i.e set pieces which hint at Draco’s mission throughout.

The end scene didn’t move me at all as Radcliffe can not really cry/act comfortably with Grint being the only seemingly natural actor out of the three, and once again vital changes from the book to film leave the finale puzzling…. but then again other people may love it, so this is just my limited opinion as someone who thought they took the most boring elements of the book, brought it to screen, missed out the more essential plot strands and made me a bit sleepy. Kemode liked it. I feel us drifting apart.

ellen x

[this-machine-runs-on-coffee]

Wait why's she having a birthday Like I'm happy she's getting one especially because she forgot who she was and this could be a little of a rebirth a new start for her time for her to find herself but why What prompted this

LOL THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE BUT IT WAS UNEXPECTED

CONSTANCE TRIED AND WE APPRECIATE THAT Also considering how at first she wanted to avoid Jane Doe I consider this very great

NO NO JANE'S SAD NOOOO Constance tried tho so that's something a little better

To avoid the situation from earlier? Fair

... You tried Ocean, it's not easy to improvise

They're trying! They're great for that IMO

Tbh I might sing this to my irl friend who has watched Ride The Cyclone for their (they/them set of pronouns used for better being anonymous) birthday

Understandable Tbh in life birthdays may be scary because they're a sign you're slowly decading from birth toward death, but in death they'd only be a sad reminder of what you won't get to be anymore. For Jane Doe they'd probably be what she doesn't remember having been, so I'm unsure of if they'd be sadder or less sad

I actually hadn't realised Jane was swinging/constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot where she was until Constance stopped her lol

(It's a cupcake, for you) *Jane proceeds to almost burn herself* *Constance worriedly blows the candle* *Jane takes the cupcake* *Constance sighs relieved* *Jane walks away with the cupcake* This was funny but cute Their newfound friendship is great (if it exists and I didn't get this wrong, I need to watch the musical)

Lol okay I had forgotten about the alcohol bottle thing from when Ocean said it lol but ok Mischa lol, it's just not alright for 4th graders to drink alcohol

NOEL WHAT NO

Tbh I was wondering the same thing Jane

He's got a point

You can give yourself a name if you feel like it IMO Jane Doe Jane Doe as a name, as it's become a way to identify someone unidentified, has lost at least a little of its humanity I think I might be wrong tho

Is she Savanna now?

Why does she not know what a Savanna is?

Tbh I thought it was friendship but alright

She's making herself an identity, something death has robbed her of, I'm happy for her

Wait why

I love their new friendship Also are we now calling her Jane or Savanna? Also Constance's song sounds sad noo

I can't really understand what they're saying but now it doesn't sound sad anymore so good for her!

Ok

Who's Penny Lamb? Jane Doe looks like she could be her based on names and what appearance they'd make me think of I mean Also Doe is the femenine of the deer And Lamb is also an animal just like the Doe

I mean yeah who's Penny

Where's Jane/Savanna? Wait was she really Penny Lamb?

They passed on so I'm assuming Jane was Penny? Or maybe she stayed stuck there and that's very sad

Ok so I'm watching this video and I found this so fucking funny and relatable because at times I'll say random things that terrify me and then later (at times way later) realise they don't terrify only me but others too and it probably doesn't help my attempts at socialising

Also why is the video so long is a third of Ride The Cyclone really so unhinged? That kind of makes me wanna watch it more

Me too Jane Doe, me too

[evendanstevens]

prompt: Hopper thinks maybe its time he had 'the talk' with Jane, but he could use a woman's perspective. Enter Joyce. "Remember how old we were?" she teases. "Yeah that is really not helping" he responds in agony. All the cigarettes in the world couldn't calm his nerves after that door opened. Joyce has her work cut out for her. Bonus points if you throw in a flashback scene to young!Jopper.

It was Saturday and miraculously Hopper was finishing earlyfor the day. He decided to pick up lunch for El as he headed home, along with afresh box of eggos. When he reached the door of the cabin however, he couldhear the music from her boombox, gifted to her by himself for Christmas,figuring she’d grown a little tired of Hopper’s records. Figuring she wouldn’thear the sound of his knock, he fumbled around in his pocket for his keys,listening to the pop rock tones of Cyndi Lauper echo through the cabin he beganto wonder if it was really such a good gift idea.

“Hey, El, did you get my message? I got your favourite!” heyelled through the cabin but he voice was nothing compared to the blastingmusic.

Knotting his brows into a frown, he placed his shopping downon the table and headed over to El’s bedroom door to go check she was stillalive. He quickly knocked twice before opening the door.

“Hey, El, I’m ba- oh jesus!”

“Dad!” El shrieked and quickly slammed the door with hermind.

Hopper turned his back on the door and leaned up against it,wide eyed and panting. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to processwhat he had just seen. El and the Wheeler boy had been sitting on her bed, kissing.El’s hands draped around the boy’s neck with his hands on her waist thatindicated to Hopper it was a lot more than an innocent peck.

With a sigh he stepped away from the door and paced thecabin, trying to work out his best plan of action. He tried to push down theurge to storm back into the room and yell at Mike, knowing full well that wouldonly upset El. And the last thing he wanted to do was go back into the room andactually talk to them both about it. Hopper then slumped down onto the couchand switched on the TV while he thought.

Luckily, he didn’t have to think much longer about how to goabout the situation when Mike sped out the room, practically sprinting to thefront door.

“Bye Mr. Hopper,” Mike stuttered as he rushed out of thedoor without giving Jim so much a chance to call after him or even say goodbyehimself. Hopper noted that that was the first time Mike had ever addressed himas ‘Mr. Hopper’ and suddenly Jim felt about twenty years older.

After the door closed behind him, El walked out with herhead hung low, afraid to look Hopper in the eye. She shuffled across to the couchand hovered next to it, as though she were awaiting whatever punishment sheexpected him to dish out.

“I’m not mad, kid,” Hopper assured her with a exasperatedgrumble. Her head lifted, eyes curious as she blinked at him. Hopper turned offthe TV and stood then. “But I think there are a few things we need to talkabout.”

El nodded in understanding and Hopper gestured for them tosit at the table. Once they sat down, he looked at her, trying to keep his expressionas soft as possible. He took a deep breath.

“Have you and Mike ever, uh,” he sighed. “Has Mike ever saidanything to you about sex?” he asked, mustering all the restraint he had.

Her eyes widened at him. “Sex? What, no?” she seemed confusedby the concept which made Hopper slightly hopeful.

He looked away from her and stared at his hands on the tableinstead. “And do you know what sex is?”

“Yes,” she answered straight away and any hope Hopper had beenfeeling quickly vanished.

He brought his eyes back to her face, she looked back at him,almost appearing offended that he would ask her such a dense question.

“Okay, what is it?”

She gave him a bewildered look before rolling her eyes and answering.“It’s when a man and a woman go under the covers and kiss,” she said a littletoo matter-of-factly for Hopper’s liking. “I saw it on Days of Our Lives. But me and Mike weren’t under the covers!” shequickly added, feeling the need to defend herself.

Hopper almost laughed. Almost. While he was rather thankfulthat they hadn’t engaged in any activities that were too physical, and by the soundsof it Mike didn’t seem to have any intention to commit such acts consideringshe didn’t have a full understanding of the act itself, he was now faced withthe daunting task of having to explain it to her. Deciding on the best way togo about it, he stood from his chair and went to retrieve their trustydictionary from the shelf. He brought it back and placed it front of her.

“There’s a little more to it than that,” he said, gesturingto the book in front of her. She furrowed her brows at him for a moment before flickingthrough the dictionary.

When she finally found the page, she cleared her throatbefore speaking. “Sex, s-e-x,” he tried not to cringe as she said it so determinedly.“Sexual activity, including specifically sexual intercourse.” She stutteredthrough the words but eventually got there, however it didn’t seem to help herunderstand any further. Rather than tell her, he took the dictionary from herand looked further down the page. When he found the term he pointed at it and handedit back to her.

With a determined sigh she continued to read. “G-gen-genitalcontact. Especially the insertion of the pen-is into the vag-ina vagina,followed by org-as-m, c-oitus, cop-u-la-tion,” she struggled through theunfamiliar words but managed to use her sounds the way Hopper had taught her.She looked up at him, confusion still latent in her face. “But how?”

“How what?”

“How does it insert?And what’s an org-as-m?”

Hopper groaned and his head hit the table. After a half hourof trying to give her the most concise and PG-13 description of sex, whilstalso trying to dissuade her from even trying it before she was at least 21, hegave up. He dashed over to the phone and called in the big guns.

Some time later, Joyce arrived at the cabin, a plastic bagin tow and constant mothering smile on her face. Hopper gave her a smallappreciative smile as he closed the door behind her. El was sitting on thecouch with her knees under her chin, silently watching the TV. When she lookedover to Joyce her face immediately lit up, a shy smile on her lips.

“Hey, sweetie,” Joyce grinned as she made her way over to Eland sat down next to her on the couch. “Your dad tells me there’s a couple of thingswe need to talk about.”

El nodded hesitantly, but still smiled at Joyce. Hopper tooka moment to admire the scene in front of him. Joyce and El had really bondedfrom the beginning. And while El had made it clear to him that she didn’t wantanother mama, she was happy to have a Joyce. And as glad as Hopper was to seeJoyce, he suddenly remembered the reason why she was here and he suddenlydreaded whatever was about to come out of Joyce’s mouth.

“Right, well, I think the best way to start is for you toask me any questions you have and we’ll go from there,” Joyce nodded encouraginglyto El who then shifted her eyes toward Hopper who was hovering over the couch. Joyce’seyes followed and looked up at Hopper with an amused and understanding spark inher eye.

“Would you like it to be a girls only conversation?” Joycelooked between El and Hopper. El’s eyes shifted to her hands, almost feelingbad or embarrassed for not wanting her adoptive father present.

Hopper read the expression on her face and immediately heldhis hands up. “Hey, that’s completely fine by me!” he insisted. He backed awayfrom the pair and gave Joyce another smile, silently thanking her and she gavehim a wink and assuring smirk. He retreated to the porch for a smoke and letthe girls talk it out.

It wasn’t for another hour when Joyce finally exited thecabin, coming out onto the porch to join Hopper. He didn’t say anything when hefirst saw her, instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cigarettes,passing one to Joyce. She smiled a thank you, taking note of the abundance offreshly stubbed cigarette butts in the ash tray next to Hopper. He had clearlybeen nervous about the outcome of their conversation.

She sat down next to him on the bench. “Relax, Hop, you’vegot nothing to worry about,” she put a hand on his knee and squeezed lightly andflashed him a kind smile. “She’s smart. And I’ve known Mike since he was a kid-“

“They still are kids,” Hopper interjected.

She laughed a little at that. “And he’s not stupid to enoughto go fooling around with the chief’s daughter before either of them are ready.”

Hopper sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Joycepulled away and inhaled on her cigarette. “I just can’t get that picture out ofmy head…”

“They were just kissing, Hop,” Joyce scoffed playfully athim. “It could’ve been a whole lot worse. I mean, remember how old we were?”she teased, eyes shining at him.

Hopper almost choked on his cigarettes and frowned at the fartoo amused expression on Joyce’s face. “That’s really not helping,” heresponded with a groan of agony. It especially didn’t help when Joyce let out adelightful giggle, reminding him of a time a long time ago. And suddenly, allthe cigarettes in the world couldn’t calm his nerves after that door opened.

It was Friday night andJoyce Horowitz was sitting on her bed, organising her records collection whenshe really should’ve been studying. The alluring sounds of Billie Holiday echoedthrough her room, Joyce humming along, content as she flipped through thecollection she had mustered over the years. It was early, only around 7, but shewas already dressed in her night gown and ready for bed. Her father had to worklate so she had decided to have a quiet night in rather than head to the drive-inwith her friends.

Her quiet nighthowever, appeared to be disturbed when she heard a strange noise coming fromher window. Furrowing her brows in confusion, she gently placed down her LittleRichard record and cautiously approached the window. The odd scraping sound wasunfamiliar to her and she figured that it was perhaps just critters outside butnevertheless she thought it best to check.

She jumped up with ashriek when the window suddenly flew upwards and Jim Hopper’s head appeared inplace of the glass.

When she calmed down,clutching her heart over her chest she looked at him. He flashed her a smuggrin.

“Hey, Horowitz,” he pumpedhis eyebrows at her, his smile only growing. He pulled himself and carefully steppedover the ledge and into her bedroom.

“James Hopper what thehell are you doing here?!” she hissed in a whisper.

He shrugged and ran ahand through his dirty blonde hair, a subtle move Joyce always found endearing.But of course she would never tell him that.

“Well, you told meyour dad was working tonight. Figured I’d keep you company,” he looked down ather and wondered to himself how someone could still look like a total knockouteven when dressed in a loose fitting white night gown. His eyes suddenly feltlike fire on her skin and Joyce blushed furiously.

Cursing herself shequickly rushed to her bedroom door, turning the lock on her handle.

“Yeah well he stillain’t left yet and-“

Joyce was cut off whenHopper grasped her wrists and pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hersin a hard kiss. Taken by surprise, Joyce let out a whimper, but kissed him backregardless. She hoisted herself up onto her tiptoes, allowing him to straightenhis back as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him.Her lips parted as his hand went to the back of her head, tangling in her hair.

Her confidencegrowing, she walked them towards her bed, her lips not leaving his for amoment. When they reached the edge of the mattress, he sat down and pulled herinto his lap. She giggled when their lips broke and she tried to find a strategicway to straddle him without her night gown restricting her. The sound was likemusic to Hopper’s ears.

Their kissing wassuddenly interrupted by three dreaded knocks on her bedroom door.

“Joycie!” her fathercalled from the other side of the door. Joyce’s head whipped up and her hearthammered in her chest. She tried to jump off Hopper and go to the door but hishands were like steel against her hips. “Joyce I heard you scream, you okay?”her father called again.

She looked to Hopper, mischieftwinkled in his eyes as he grinned at her suggestively. Her eyes widened andshe shook her head at him and turned her head over in the direction of thedoor. She stifled a sharp gasp, however, when Hopper’s lips immediately got towork on her neck, leaving a trail of soft and hard kisses.

“Yeah I just stubbedmy toe!” Joyce called back, her voice coming out a lot more panicked than shethought it would.

“Oh, alright, well I’mjust heading to work, you sure you gonna be alright here by yourself?” he shoutedback to her.

“Yeah I’ll be,” she clampedher mouth shut when Hopper suddenly bit down on her neck with a stomachflipping growl. Her eyes squeezed shut, struggling to maintain control. “I’llbe fine!” her voice cracked, causing Hopper to smile against her neck and letout a low chuckle.

“Okay, see ya in themornin’!” her father’s naïve voice called happily as he backed from the doorand headed down the hall.

Joyce didn’t call backgoodbye, instead bringing her mouth back to Hopper’s. Her father was barely outthe door before her night gown was on the floor.

Hopper blushed at the memory, a sly smile on his lips. Thatsuddenly turned into a straight line as the colour washed from his face. Hestood then, stubbing out his cigarette.

“Come on we gotta go,” Hopper extended a hand to Joyce andpulled her up.

She looked up at him, completely baffled. “Go where?”

“Melvald’s,” he grumbled, heading back inside to grab theircoats. When he reappeared, handing Joyce her jacket, the confusion was still onher face.

“We’re getting a damn lock for her window.”

[newtonsheffield]

Okay, I understand that kids can be cruel but making fun of poor baby Hyacinth because she doesn't have a mum? My heart is breaking 💔 I would have hoped those kids' mums would have stepped in with some compassion. What is it like when Kate shows up with Hyacinth for Mother's Day?

Anonymous asked: Can we see Kate at Hyacinth’s Mother’s Day at school in modern bruises???

okay, Let's take a look at Kate attending her first mother's day event

"Hey, how big of a deal is it if I can't come to London on the 17th?"

She heard the confusion even before Edwina spoke. "I mean... not a huge deal? Mum and I can drive up Saturday afternoon. Everything okay?"

Kate's stomach churned a little, "I... fucked up? And I didn't realise that Hyacinth's class was doing a Mother's day morning tea thing and it's really important to her that I go and I just... I have to be here."

Kate's heart had sunk in her chest when Hyacinth had burst into tears this afternoon, awful gut-wrenching sobs right there outside Tesco. And as soon as she'd told Kate what was wrong, it had sunk like a lead weight. And she couldn't stop thinking about it, how she'd been that little girl once, in almost the same situation, with a mother's day card she'd made at school, unsure if Mary would accept it.

"Yeah, you should stay." There was almost too much understanding in her voice, gentle and calm. "And don't be too hard on yourself. You didn't know, okay?"

"I didn't... I forgot that they did things like this and last year Daphne went and I just thought. I thought she'd want Daphne to go instead of me."

"I think that you're really underestimating how they all care for you. You have... a big impact on their life and they want to appreciate you. Just be open to it."

She'd let it wash over her, even as she sat on the sofa with Anthony's arms tight around her, his nose pressed against his neck, his sweater warm and soft behind her. Safe.

"I'm not going to London on Friday after all."

Anthony stilled behind her for just a moment, "Is everything okay? Mary and Eddie still coming up for Sunday?"

"Yeah I just - Hyacinth asked me to go to the Mother's day morning tea, and I don't want to disappoint her."

she heard it, the emotion in his voice, his fingers fiddling with the rings on her left hand. "I really love you."

That settled in her chest as well, stinging at her eyes, "Yeah, I really love you too."

Kate couldn't stop the anxiety that rose in her chest when Hyacinth slipped out of the car that morning, scrambling back to look at Kate through the window. "You're coming back right? You promised me."

"I'm just going to pick up Daphne and I'll be back. I promise, petal."

"Okay, 10 o'clock! Don't forget! And you know which room is mine right?"

Kate couldn't help but smile, "Yes, petal, I'll know exactly where to find you."

"Okay! I'll see you later then!"

"Don't let them scare you." daphne hummed as they got out of the car not so very long later, ladened down with muffins.

"Don't let Who scare me?" Kate tried to seem confident, making her way through the school, sitting outside the classroom on a tiny bench next to her sister in law.

"The other mothers. Honestly, they're vicious but you have just as much right to be here as they do."

Steadily they arrived, the women whose eyes had followed her since she'd arrived with Anthony on that Saturday morning with his hand in hers and stars in her eyes and fallen in love with all of them.

"Daphne, who's your friend?" A woman called out with a snide little lilt in her voice, tilting her head.

As if you don't know. Daphne had muttered before she turned towards her. "Have you not met Anthony's wife, Jane? This is Kate."

She'd held her hand out, her eyes skimming over her. "Mmm, I thought I recognised you from your... adverts." She waved her hand.

"Nice to met you." Kate mumbled.

Jane hadn't returned the sentiment. "Nice of you to support poor Hyacinth. She doesn't have anybody the poor dear. I suppose the two of you almost count."

Kate's chest had felt tight, railing against it. "I... might not be her mother but I'm Anthony's wife and I am one of her main caregivers."

"Oh of course you are."

Kate had almost responded, almost bit angrily back but at that moment, Mrs Danbury opened the door of the classroom and Hyacinth's voice screeched through the tiny courtyard.

"Kate! You came! Mrs Danbury! My Kate's here!"

And nothing else mattered but the fact that Hyacinth sat right next to her for the rest of the morning, her tiny hand clutching Kate's hand as she introduced her to every other child in the class.

"This is Kate! She married my Anthony so she's like my Mum now!"

And she didn't look anything but happy.

[helloalycia]

overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)

summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.

warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.

author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x

part two | masterlist | wattpad

"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.

When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.

When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.

Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?

I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.

"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."

The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.

She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.

Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.

"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."

She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.

"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."

I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.

"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."

It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.

"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."

I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.

"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."

The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.

"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."

The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.

Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?

The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.

More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.

Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?

I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.

No, I had to go there. She needed backup.

—

Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.

I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.

When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.

There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.

As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.

"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"

I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"

He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"

My stomach dropped. "The what?"

"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."

A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.

"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"

After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.

Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.

Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.

"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"

He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"

I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.

"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.

"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.

My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."

"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."

Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."

When I couldn’t, I added in my head.

He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.

"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."

I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.

Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.

"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"

I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."

Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."

My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.

Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.

She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.

"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"

I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...

"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."

She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.

"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"

"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."

She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."

I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.

Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.

"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."

She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."

At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."

Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.

"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.

With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.

We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.

"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"

She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."

"Oh, I don't have to do that–"

"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."

I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.

"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

"I'd like that."

I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."

—

Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?

As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.

When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.

About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.

"When are you leaving?"

I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.

"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.

She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."

I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.

She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."

I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."

A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

[imkylotrash]

What Goes Around

Pairing: Hardin Scott x reader

Request: Could I please request an imagine/fic with Hardin Scott x Reader and basically Hardin of course has his bad boy reputation but this intrigues the reader. She is his complete opposite and finds his rudeness quite funny. Hardin is a little too mean to her one time and makes her cry. It doesn’t occur to Hardin that she likes him and by that point he feels like he has lost his chance to get to know her because of his.. ‘wicked’ charm? You can choose the ending. Anonymous

Tagging: @bitchwhytho​ @music-of-melody​​

He’s watching you give your coffee order and it makes you smile. Everywhere you go, you seem to run into each other. At first, you’d just steal glances then go your separate ways but then it turned into “hello”. He made the first move and asked if you should have your coffee together one day. Ever since than you’d made polite conversation when you ran into each other and you had to admit that something intrigued you about the tattooed boy who refused to care about anyone other than himself. You couldn’t exactly relate to his perspective on life but you wanted to know more, to understand the boy who considered the world a cruel place rather than an opportunity to happy days. 

“This seat taken?” you ask standing with a hot cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. The “Red Queen” series have become something of an obsession for you after finishing the first book. You never thought you’d stray from the classics but lately, YA books had been catching your eye. 

“I see you’re still on the third book,” he smiles and in the same moment letting you know how he feels about YA books. You don’t take it too hard considering he’s not even willing to admit his love for books for anyone other than you. 

“I’m taking my time and enjoying the words.” You have a tendency to get too invested and rush through a book to get to the ending meaning you miss a lot of the little Easter eggs along the way. You’re trying to change that. 

“Hey, no judgement from me.” He’s lying but it’s a cute lie so you’ll allow it. Once you’ve finished your coffee, you stand up grabbing your things. You have exactly ten minutes before your class start but you like to get there early in case you need to do some last-minute preparations. Hardin remains seated and you remain neutral in regards to his lack of motivation when it comes to college. 

I’ll be going classes now. Want to come?” Okay, maybe not that neutral. He shakes his head smiling and you know what that means. It takes three days before you run into him again. This time at the library where you reach for the same book which sounds completely absurd and something that would only happen in one of your books. It’s a cute moment though. 

“I guess great minds think alike,” you say and he scoffs.

“Please. You wish you were as clever as me.” He offers you the book about to sit down when he spots some of his friends outside. You know he’s been a little vague about who you are considering just how different you are to them and frankly, you don’t mind. Hardin is an interesting character because there’s more to him than just the casual alcoholic teen while the people he surrounds himself with at those frat parties really don’t have much else going on for them. You went one time and you’d never been more bored in your life. 

“I should go,” he says Within minutes he’s out the door walking in the direction away from his “friends”. After that you don’t spot him for a while or maybe he’s avoiding you to avoid the questions his friends will inevitable have. Either way, you find yourself missing his sarcastic comments. You hadn’t realised just how much of an impression he’d made on you until he wasn’t around. But he comes back to you eventually. 

“Hey,” he says when he spots you at the coffee house. 

“I thought you’d moved city,” you tease pushing out the chair across from you with your foot. He sits down sliding a book across the table. 

“As an apology,” he grins. You turn the book over to see the cover and you can’t help but smile. 

“You remembered.” One of the first conversations between you and Hardin had been about ecocriticism and a book called “The Road” that you’d borrowed from the library more times than you could count. You’d discussed the topic in class where your professor had recommended this book and now Hardin had gotten it for you. 

“You wouldn’t shut up about the book for at least five hours. How could I not?” He shrugs it off like it’s no big deal but it still means a lot to you. Now you could read the book whenever you felt like it. And he’d gotten the original cover rather than the movie cover. It would’ve been the perfect gift if his friends hadn’t shown up and ruined everything. You see the change in him the second they enter the coffee house. 

“Hardin, who’s this?” Jace asks with hungry eyes making you feel incredibly uncomfortable. 

“Just a friend,” Hardin offers not wanting to give any information to these people. 

“Sure, friend. Do you feel the same way, honey?” Jace asks making the rest of the guys snicker. Before you have a chance to answer, Hardin opens his mouth and ruins everything. 

“Yes, friend. I mean look at her. Not exactly my type, is it? I mean, could it get anymore vanilla?” This earns him a high five from one of the guys but it cracks your heart. You’ve never thought much about your close or the way you looked because you thought the inside counted a hell of a lot more than the outside. But hearing that the idea of being with you seemed so ludicrous hurt more than you liked to admit. 

“I should get going.” You don’t look at Hardin when you leave and you don’t bring the book with you. If this is how he thinks of you then you don’t want anything from him. And it’s not even the fact that he considers you a friend. If that’s all it was, you’d be fine. It’s how easy it was for him to degrade you that really hurt. You tell yourself you won’t cry but it’s a lost battle as you head home. Unfortunately, you don’t reach home before he catches up to you.

“Leave me alone, Hardin,” you say picking up the pace. You’re determined to reach your apartment without stopping but of course, you can’t help yourself when it’s Hardin.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Mad at you? Of course, I’m mad at you!” you yell not caring who hears you at this point.

“You of all people should realise what it’s like to be judged on the way you look. I like the way I look and I absolutely refuse to let you make me feel bad about it!” You don’t care if he said it because of his friends or not, it’s the fact that it came to him so easily. That means he’s thought it before regardless of the situation at the coffee house. 

“It was a joke!” he yells back opting for defensive rather than just apologise. You’re not doing this. You turn around and this time he doesn’t follow you. It’s weeks before you dare return to the coffee house. You don’t want to meet him again. Instead you dive head first into the universe of Jane Austen thinking he could’ve been your Mr. Darcy with his sour attitude and soft spot for you but it didn’t turn out that way. But your need for good coffee eventually win over your fear of seeing him again. The plan is in, order, pay and leave. It’s just not that simple once you’re inside. 

“You forgot this.” He places “The Road” in front of you as you’re waiting for your coffee. You can’t believe he’s held onto to it since that day. You figured he would’ve just chucked it in the bin. 

“I’m really sorry for what I said. It was rude and thoughtless. You deserve better.” It’s a good apology but you can’t help but think what the insult will be the next time his friends catch you together. 

“You’re right. I deserve better.” You get your coffee and head outside. 

“Throw me a bone here. I said I was sorry.” Of course, Hardin follows you outside refusing to let this go. 

“Hardin, you’re only sorry because I called you out on it. You don’t actually care that it hurt me.” He’s not the first guy who thought he could walk all over you and he won’t be the last but you refuse to accept that treatment. You deserve a lot better than that. 

“I’m sorry because it hurt you. I didn’t think you’d read so much into it,” he defends himself making it clear to you that it’s a pointless discussion. He’s not going to understand why what he said was hurtful despite his own appearance and the comments he’s received. 

“How could I not? I’m sitting there thinking we might have a shot and then you pull the rug out from under me. I’m not playing these games with you.” 

“What?” You don’t bother repeating yourself instead using this moment of shock to hurry away. You manage to avoid him for another week before he corners you on campus. 

“You can’t just throw something like that out in the world and then leave. It’s been going round and round in my head.” He has a hand on each side of you leaning against the wall. It’s effective for keeping you in place and distracting you from why you’re actually upset with him. 

“I never thought you’d like me like that. Shit, I would’ve done things very differently if I ever thought I had a chance.” This time you’re the one in shock. You didn’t think he’d put so much thought into what you said last time. 

“What would you have done differently?” Despite vowing to yourself that you’re done with Hardin, you find yourself curious once again. This bad boy persona with a loving man hidden inside seems like an impossible paradox.

“I would’ve kept you well clear of those idiots from the frat house. Bought you flowers maybe. Taken you to dinner. Bought you a hell of lot more books.” You don’t want to forgive him but it’s hard to think when he’s this close to you. 

“I can start now if you’d like.” He places a hand on your cheek and his touch gives you chills. You inhale sharply telling yourself not to give into him but your body has already thrown in the white towel. He leans down stopping inches from your lips. 

“I really am sorry. It won’t happen again.” Instead of answering, you lean up closing the gap between you. It’s the first kiss but definitely not the last. 

[anyoneseenadam]

That fenrys fic was divine 😭🔥 can I request something for him having a nightmare for the first time since he found his mate and she comforts him and reassure him ?a tiny bit of angst maybe 💔🤧

pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

warnings: blood, violence, nightmares, character death (kinda), mainly fluff with a lil bit of angst

a/n: I completely stole the first half of this from a short story I wrote about Achilles lmao, also THANK YOU FENRYS IS AN ICON AND DESERVES ALL THE LOVE WHICH I AM HAPPY TO GIVE, hope u enjoy <3

(I did not proof read this because I am tired :))

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Fenrys hands shook as they refrained from touching her, from pulling her in and wrapping himself around her, drowning in her hair, her skin, her clothes, her laugh, eyes, smile. She turned with a smirk and a cheeky eyebrow raise, beckoning him in. He lunged, grabbing her, ready to make true on his wish, staring in wonder as her solid form turned to mist in his hands as she moved further away. Her laugh drawing him in. And of course, he followed like the lost puppy he was, begging, and whining to return to comfort, home, safety. She was his home, and he would follow her to the ends of the world if it meant she stayed that way.

 She had moved again, this time into a series of winding corridors, the maze he called his heart, a maze she owned. He chased after her, but she was quick, twisting and turning through corridors and secret doors, the map laid bare for her to see as he stumbled blinding, led only be the light she left in her path and her infectious laughter. Finally, she reached a dead end, casually bracing herself against the cold walls, releasing an exhale of laughter through her nose. He slowed his pace to a walk as she smiled up at him through curling lashes, nothing but the faint smudge of rouge high on her cheeks concealing her natural face to him, which he proceeded to wipe with his thumb when he reached her, his build towering over hers.

 “Finished running, are you?” he mused quietly,

 “I knew you wouldn’t let me get too far,” she whispered back, lips tracing his jaw.

 “That’s because you hold my leash,” he allowed himself to concede, “always have, always will my darling.”

 She let out a sigh of agreement, before leaning to his ear, their bodies pressed so tightly together he could feel her heart beating in his own chest, as if they had swapped hearts giving the other all they were, all they could be.

 “There is no me without you.” She uttered the vows they had made that beautiful day, where she dressed as the angel he was sure she was. He leaned down to express his love, but she did not allow him to rest in her arms for long, pulling away with a giggle.

 “What?” he asked with a smirk, but she was already gone giggling behind him, the chase beginning again.

 But as he turned, blessed by the smile she gave him, all pearly white teeth and rosy cheeks, the warning shout he cried was not quick enough as a wash of deep red replaced the once pure and untainted white of her smile. Her mouth filling with blood, the sword protruding from her stomach like a handle. She stared at him questions not asked soon enough as she splutters up blood onto her previously fresh clothes, eyes full of fear, splitting his heart in half, the ground crumbling beneath his feet.

 He tried to run to her, hands grasping at air as he fell through the cracks in his own heart, a scream tearing from his throat as she was pulled from him, skin draining of colour and eyes turning black, full of hatred and contempt as she stared him down.

 His own scream woke him up, sweat and tears blending on his face like paint on a pallet, as he gripped her pillow and sobbed on their bed. He herded himself into the far corner of the bed, afraid when he realised she was not lying next to him, comforting words, and gentle hands ready to lull him back to sleep. Fear and sadness battled in his heart, the heart he had given her during the war, the heart she had held safely as she cut her way through armies to reach him again. The heart she had put back together with soft kisses and words of undying love. The heart she had tied to her own the day they wed and had kept pressed safely in her chest since.

 He looked now, tears blurring the image he was presented with, bookshelves filled with stories you promised you would read eventually, tubes of lipstick on the floor next to the frame of their mirror, tea left to go cold in mugs dotted around the room, sketches left to be forgotten on desks and ribbons tied haphazardly around bed posts.

 He saw all these signs of you, the clues you left him as he navigated your shared life. His eyes darted around the room, breath picking up when he couldn’t see you, pressing a hand to your side of the bed and finding it warm, his breathing only slowing a little.

 He stood, pulling on a pair of boxers, and grabbing two daggers he kept next to the bed as his mind filled with the worst possible scenarios. He slowly padded out the room, moving silently through the house and thinking of a million different ways to torture whoever had dared to touch you. The tears on his face had dried uncomfortably but it was the least of his worries as he stalked through his own home, fear clouding his judgement that argued you were probably safe.

 He heard movement in the kitchen and walked that way, footsteps light as he rounded to corner to a beautiful sight. His arms dropped as he took in the sight of you in nothing but his shirt, sipping from a glass of water, illuminated by the moons glow. You turned when he walked in, smiling at his but furrowing your eyebrows when you saw his facial expression and the knives in his hands.

 “Fenrys, what happened?” you asked, moving over to him as he threw his daggers down, arms encircling your waist as he breathed in your scent. “Fenrys please, you’re scaring me.”

 He pulled away from you and you reached up, stroking a hand down his face and looking up at him with nothing but concern in your eyes, eyes that were searching his for any clues of why he was acting this way.

“I though you were- I thought someone had,” he struggled to get the words out, pulling you even closer, one hand tangling itself in your hair as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, kissing his sharp jaw.

 “Slow down love, tell me what happened,” your soothing voice calmed him, his breath coming easier as you moved a hand to his shoulder, your loving grip grounding him.

 “I had a dream, then I woke up and you weren’t hear and I- I thought someone had taken you,” he whispered, eyes filling with tears as he pictured your lifeless eyes and limp body.

 “Oh my love, I’m sorry,” you pulled away from him, clasping his large hand in your smaller one and pulling him to your shared bedroom, “But you know I’m not easy to kidnap, I make too much noise.”  You joked, holding his hand to your mouth, and kissing it lightly as you walked over to your bed.

 He sat down first, and you stood between his legs, his arms wrapping tightly around you again. “Don’t joke about that,” he muttered into your stomach, but he couldn’t resist the smile forming.

 You pushed his head back and climbed into his lap, arms resting on his shoulders. “I mean honestly, if I ever got taken hostage I’m pretty sure I’d annoy them into letting me go, I’d just start explaining my top three reasons why every Jane Austen novel contains gay subtext.”

 “Or you could explain to them the tier list you and Aelin made of all the men you know.” Fenrys laughed as your eyes lit up.

 “I forgot about that!” you exclaimed and Fenrys laughed, lying down, and pulling you with him as he tickled your sides, revelling in your squeals as you batted your hands at him.

 When you calmed down, breathing quickly you rolled off Fenrys as he nestled himself between your breasts, holding you close.

 “Please never leave me,” he whispered into your chest as he listened to the steady beat of your heart as it created a song just for him. The vulnerability in his voice broke you and you moved a hand to his head, stroking lightly.

“Never.” You spoke with such surety that Fenrys let out the exhale he had been holding in. “I am never going to leave you, I’m always going to be by your side.”

“I love you so much, so much when I thought you were gone, I felt sick. I can’t do this without you.” He whispered into your skin. “Sometimes I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up and all this will have been a dream. And I’ll have to lie with Maeve again and kill for her and watch her hurt Conall and it will be so much worse, because I’ll remember this softness, I’ll remember you and maybe one day I’d find you and you wouldn’t recognise me, and for the rest of my life I’d think of you, of the woman I never got to love.”

“This is real.” You whispered, kissing his head, and ignoring the tears welling in your eyes, “I’m real, you’re real. We’re real Fenrys.”

He didn’t reply, just buried his face deeper into your chest, addicted to the feel of your heartbeat. The constant reminder that you were here, you were alive. After he lost his brother you noticed Fenrys had become clingier, you initially presumed it was just because he was in mourning and needed comfort but one night he had drunkenly confessed his biggest fear to you. The nightmares he would have where you left him, told him you hated him, and the worst of all, the nightmares in which he watched your life be cruelly ripped from you. He could live with you hating him and leaving him, knowing that somewhere in the world you were safe and breathing, but everyday he feared your death.

The mornings he would wake up and find you wincing, a hot water bottle pressed into your lower stomach, the thought of you in any form of pain ripping into him, making his heartbeat faster and his palms sweat. The powerful warrior brought to his knees for you, but you were always quick to reassure him with kisses and promises of staying in bed all day.

As he breathed in your scent now and listened to your heartbeat, happily surrounded by you and only you, he allowed himself to relax under you soft touch, his own heart slowing to beat with yours as the fear slowly melted from him.

He needn’t fear your death, as he knew that he would never let you die. No, instead he would always fall before you, sacrifice his own life, any life if it meant you survived. You were a Goddess sent to bless him and he would fall to worship before you, always.

[littlemissnoname13]

Three Days With You - Part Two

Summary: Draco has a rather interesting day planned for the two of you. Joined by familiar faces, old wounds resurface leaving the two of you with more questions than answers.

Warnings: smut,mature language and scenes, drinking, a fair amount of angst, mentions of blood

Word count: 3000

A/n: it’s 4am and I’m sleep deprived. This series is a bit plot heavy as opposed to WOS. I tried so very hard to fit everything under the 3000 word limit I’ve set for each part.

Song that plays as they dance: Fade into you by Mazzy Star

Part one | Masterlist

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Sometime around Umbridge’s reign of terror, 5th year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

With his arms folded, Draco casually reclined against the wall and he watched you write lines with Umbridge’s quill. He tried to keep a straight face but it was hard not to wince as he watched the words etch themselves onto your skin.

It seemed that Dolores Jane Umbridgde wasn’t really fond of you. In fact, he was certain she despised you just as much as Potter.

This was your third consecutive evening in detention and as a member of the inquisitorial squad, he was tasked with the duty of keeping an eye on you.

And while you did a moderately decent job of keeping a straight face through the searing sensations, he could sense that you were clearly in pain.

“Murtlap essence.” Draco said quietly and you dropped the quill and turned around to look at him. “It should help with the abrasions.”

“Why are you talking to me, Malfoy?”

Draco arched a brow at your question but internally, he too was pondering why he was talking to you.

Nobody talked to you.

You always spent most of your time scribbling furiously into what looked like a diary of some sort. You barely had any friends and most of his so-called friends were very upfront about their disdain for you and your muggleborn heritage.

“Why can’t I talk to you?” He finally asked, walking up to where you were seated.

“Are you asking me or are you asking yourself?” You quipped and went back to writing lines with that wretched quill. You always seemed so unbothered by everything.

A part of his brain was telling him to shut up and another part of his brain was trying to come up with a witty response just to impress you.

“I’m asking you.” He sighed in defeat before crouching down next to you to look at the gashes on your hand. “Why can I not talk to you?”

“Hm, let’s see..” You said with a bit more salt than you intended to. “Your Pure blood ideals that classify people like me as mudbloods, the prejudice, not to mention Umbitch who wouldn’t be very pleased to see you talk to me while I’m writing lines for her.”

His fingertips ghosted over your cuts, barely making contact with the blood as he contemplated running outside to look for some murtlap essence himself.

“Dont.” You winced when his skin made contact with the cuts. “Just don’t. I don’t need your pity.”

His eyes caught sight of yours as you pulled your hand away and he immediately felt uneasy at the sight of them. It was a kind of wistfulness, a type of yearning and nostalgia for something that never was. Something that never could be. And it somehow made him want it even more.

Draco lifted his hand, letting his fingers brush against your cheek and he heard you reflexively draw in a sharp breath.

He found himself leaning in to capture your lips in his but you hesitated.

“It wouldn’t be justifiable if something happened in between us.” You whispered, leaning an inch away from him. “It would be highly inconvenient for you if someone found out.”

“Then I guess, no one must know.” His voice was hoarse before he crashed his lips into yours.

How was he ever going to explain himself if anyone found out? His whole life, he was taught to be repelled by your kind. He was, however, anything but repelled.

He was swallowing all of the little whimpers that you made and he was revelling in the feel of your smooth skin underneath your shirt.

How was he ever going to justify the way he was slowly allowing his fingers to trace your inner thighs before pushing your panties aside to press his finger into your wetness.

Gods, the sounds you were making when he pushed a finger inside of you.

Why were you allowing him to touch you like this?

Hair tousled, shirt unbuttoned with your breasts falling out, legs spread open for him to see. For him to claim.

“Is this okay?” He asked before taking a slow lick up your soaked cunt and you raked your fingers into his hair and gripped hard as you nodded eagerly.

One taste of you and instantaneously forgot everything that was expected of him. It didn’t bother him what type of blood ran through your veins. The way he wanted to kneel and worship your pretty and wet cunt was more sacred than the entire bloody sacred twenty eight.

When he finally lined his hardened erection up against your entrance, he noticed that you had suddenly tensed. Your hesitation was notable in the way you tilted your head and stared at the floor like your life depended on it.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, using his index finger to tilt your face back to him. “Tell me, y/n. Do you want me to stop?”

That was the first time he’d used your given name and saying it made his ears turn hot.

“No—No I don’t want you to stop.” You whispered, still refusing to look at him. “It’s just that—I’ve never..”

How could he have been so dense?

The way you were digging your nails into his arms, your whimpers, and the way you winced when he pushed his fingers inside you should have told him that you were a virgin.

He caressed your cheeks slightly and dipped his head lower to press a kiss onto your forehead before backing away.

He didn’t want your first time to be with someone like him, during Umbridge’s detention of all places with your cuts still bleeding and seeping into the cotton of his white shirt.

“Draco don’t.” You whispered his given name softly and grabbed him by the arm before he had the chance to walk away. “Don’t go.”

“But y/n—”

You pulled him in and pressed your lips on his before he could reason with you.

He had the choice to walk away from you, from all this but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It felt different with you.

He asked you one more time before lining himself up against you. And when you gave him a soft and breathy “yes”, he pushed.

Your walls clenched him in and you tried your best to repress your tearful whimper by biting down on the exposed part of his shoulder.

He made sure to be gentle with you when he made the first few thrusts.

Soon enough, your grip on his arms loosened. Your cries morphed into tiny little gasps and moans of his name and you began to kiss the same place you were previously biting.

And at that very moment he knew you had surrendered yourself to him.

Wholly. Completely. Entirely.

At the particular moment, you belonged to nobody but Draco Lucius Malfoy and he—

~~~

Present day, Pilgrim’s Inn, 9:27 Am

Draco, fixing you both a cup of coffee, stilled and snapped out of the flashback inside his mind when you let out a small grumble in your sleep and reached towards his side of the bed.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself when he noticed the visibly annoyed look on your sleepy face when all you felt were pillows and sheets.

As much he wanted to sit and watch you sleep like a mega creep, it seemed like a good time to wake you up.

~~~

He was still wearing the same trousers and black shirt from the previous night when your eyes fluttered open. Only this morning, the shirt was buttoned halfway, exposing most of his chest and torso. The sleeves had been rolled back and you felt your stomach twist into a knot at the sight of his dark mark.

It served as a constant reminder that you only really had three days with him.

Before you could delve deeper into your thoughts, Draco stood up and walked towards the bed with a ceramic mug filled to the brim with coffee causing your lips to twist into a grateful smile.

“Drink up.” He said as he sat down on the chair next to you. “We have a long day ahead of us.”

After a big gulp of the coffee, you put the mug on the bed side table and looked at him.

“We do?”

“Of course we do.” He motioned towards a turquoise box on top of the dresser, sounding giddy and excited. He almost sounded like the carefree and careless Draco you loved to hate from the first few years at school.

You quickly threw the duvet off your body and scurried towards the dresser; the floorboards of the inn creaked as you did so.

“What’s in the box?” You turned your head back to look at him.

Draco’s cheeks were flushed and he was watching you with darkened eyes. His firm grip on the mug made his knuckles turn pale and you only realized you were standing in front of him naked when you saw the growing bulge in his pants

You ignored your own blood rush to your cheeks while you unwrapped the box to see what he was so excited about.

It was an oxblood red dress, with the softest fabric you’d ever touched. Long flowy sleeves and a plunging neckline, it was strikingly gorgeous.

“A Dress Draco?” You raised a brow at him.

“For our very first date. And for later..” he smirked and you scanned the entire dresser to find an appropriate object to throw at him.

“That’s some way to ask a girl out and must you always think about sex?!” You accused even though you were thinking about it too and reached for a book he’d left on top of the dresser to throw at him.

Before launching the book his way, you paused to examine the book on your hand that read Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage. It was only then that you realized that more than half of the books he had in the inn were about potions and alchemy.

How could you have not realised? Potions was the only subject he really seemed to enjoy at school.

Even during the nights you spent together back in school, you’d prop yourself up on his bed, wrap a sheet carelessly around your bare body and watch him stay up late to work on his Potions homework.

You’d always encourage him towards a career in potion making and he’d smile wistfully at the idea before turning to look at the snake and skull tattoo on his forearm. With a vacant look in his otherwise mercurial eyes, he’d remind you that he would have liked that if the circumstances were different.

You dropped the book back on the desk and instantly flung yourself into his arms.

~~~~

When he felt you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, Draco stiffened.

The way you were holding him made it seem like you were already saying your goodbyes and he felt as if someone had repeatedly used the cruciatus curse on him. He couldn’t bring himself to think about his life without you in it.

He wasn’t ready.

Draco quickly sorted out his scrambled thoughts and placed his oculomancy walls up as high as he could.

“As sexy as you are naked, I’d very much like to see that dress on you.”

You slightly sniffled before walking back towards the dresser to slip the dress on. The way you struggled with the zipper was adorable to him and he helped you zip it up with a crooked grin on his face.

Considering the present situation, taking you outside of the inn was risky so he’d taken it upon himself to arrange a perfect little lunch at the inn itself. Complete with vintage wine, a lavish main course and a decadent dessert to top it all off.

Sure, it took another huge wad of muggle cash, and coaxing the owner but the look on your face when he fed you a spoonful of chocolate mousse was worth it.

He was going to be the best fucking boyfriend on the face of this planet even if it was only for three days.

Draco took your hand, kissed you on the knuckle, guided you to the table, pulled your chair out for you and tried his hardest to not stare at your cleavage for more than thirty seconds.

Thank Merlin for all of the etiquette training he had to undergo when he was younger!

~~~

The two of you didn't really get around making much progress on the rest of the items on Draco’s itinerary filled with cliched tripes like reading poetry to each other and slow dancing to a song playing on the vintage turntable in the far corner of the room.

You’d never taken him for a romantic but he was adamant on the idea of finding “your song” from the tracks on the record that was spinning round and round.

When the both of you finally stopped bickering and agreed on a song, he stood up in front of you and offered you his hand.

Fade into you. Strange you never knew…

The chorus went as he took the lead and swayed you slowly across the room, careful not to trip on furniture.

Both of you barely made it to the end of the song and you weren’t even surprised.

~~~

“Gods you really do look beautiful in this dress..” he let out a low growl when he stopped dancing to pin you against the mattress and attach his lips to the pulse point of your neck.

To his utter surprise, you wasted no time in yanking his belt buckle.

“I need you…Draco Lucius Malfoy.” You pleaded as you started to pump his length in your hand. “I need you now.”

Urgency was dripping through every syllable that left your lipstick smudged mouth. Arousal was seeping through the fabric of your panties and Draco was afraid he’d come just by watching you like that.

“Say it again..” he whispered as he attached his mouth to your firm nipple. “Please—y/n, just say my name like that again..”

“Draco…”

With no hesitation or remorse, he pried your legs apart and pushed his cock right where it belonged inside of you. The way your body reacted to the motion drove him insane.

He often questioned his place in the universe, it was a constant battle between light and dark, between right and wrong.

But with you, he always felt like he belonged.

“You’re going to make me come…Draco..”

He buried his face into your hair and continued to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

It was never like this with anybody else for him. And it was never going to be.

“I love you.” You whispered as you succumbed to your orgasm, heedless of the way your words would affect him.

How could you say those words out loud so often and not care about the consequences that came along with it?

“Don’t be selfish..” He groaned, feeling his own high approaching at the sound of those words. “Don’t you dare…”

“I love you.” You moaned, louder this time. “I love—”

He silenced you with a kiss before you could say it again. The weight of those words were always too much for him. Especially when he knew he had less than seventy two hours with you.

Draco began to think about all those years of childish games and wasted time as strong stinging sensations prickled up on his skin.

First, at the pit of his stomach. Then, on his left forearm.

He’d been called upon.

~~~

“Do not leave this inn. You understand?” He warned as he quickly redressed. “I’ll have someone sent over to look after you.”

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” You protested as you wrapped the sheets around your body and got out of bed. “I don’t need a babysitter,Draco.”

His eyes darkened and his expressions hardened as he heard your words and you gulped when he stormed over to where you stood.

“Listen to me carefully.” He gripped hard onto your shoulders and shook you. “Stay put and only open the door if you hear three knocks.”

It took a second for you to let his words sink in but you slowly nodded.

His cold hands cupped either of your cheeks and his forehead pressed up against yours; desperate and frantic eyes stared back at you.

“I have one more thing on my itinerary for us.” He said, conjuring the best smile he could give you before leaning in to press a slow and soft kiss on your lips. “I’ll be back soon.”

You held onto his words, dressed yourself in one of his sweaters, paced back and forth in the room, made yourself a cup of strong black coffee and even read through his extensive collection of books.

After what seemed like an hour, you heard it. Three very precise knocks on your door.

Very anxiously, you opened the door to find a brunette boy giving you a Cheshire Cat kind of smile.

He casually leaned forward to squeeze you into a bone crushing hug as if you were a long lost family member and you scrunched up your nose, awkwardly hugging back.

“I believe a proper introduction is long overdue.” He said as he let go. “Theodore Nott.”

“I know who you are.” You mumbled as you stepped back to let him in. “I have seen you in class.”

“Great.” He smiled as his eyes danced around the room to look at the books, the coffee pot, the turntable and the remains of what used to be the dress Draco got you.

A bright pink flush swiped across your cheeks as Theo disapprovingly shook his head. “I know you both spent half of the day shagging but please tell me you managed to do at least five activities from the itinerary!”

“How do you know all this?”

“Because I had to unfortunately sit and watch him put the blasted itinerary together.” Theo sighed, as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot before reaching for a tiny flask inside his jacket. “Occulumancy aside, Ferret is also rubbish at hiding things from me.”

You let out a snort when you remembered Draco the ferret.

After your laughter simmered down, Theo took a rather cautious step towards you before offering you his flask.

“Nothing happened between him and Pansy that day y/n.”

Your heart started to ache as your mind started recollecting that day. That goddamned day.

“And you’re telling me this now because?”

Theo sat down on the floor and patted the empty space next to him with a sad little smile on his face.

“Closure.”

(To be continued….)

~~~~~~

Part three preview:

The two of you laid peacefully next to each other one top of a picnic blanket he’d conjured, somewhere in the middle of a forest clearing

The stark black sky was littered with a million shimmering stars. Protective wards were in place and the air was saturated with the scent of pine wood and moss.

From across the blanket, Draco reached for your hand and gave it a little squeeze and you turned to your side to get a better view of him—his silver hair giving the moonlight a run for its money.

“Lyrids.” He smiled, pointing his index finger at the sky as meteors started falling from the sky, one after another…

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A very sleep deprived and delirious vi

[riversofmars]

Sometimes 13 just poses as a student and attends rivers lectures.

Hellooo! I’ve been saving this prompt for a long time cause I love it so much and now finally did something exciting with it! This is actually a little collaboration I did with @serawalkerwrites. She keeps getting asked to write for DW and never has, so we decided to do a little thing together! Basically, we took turns writing paragraphs! She's written the River bits and I wrote for 13. Really fun thing to do because our styles are quite different but it worked :D Apart from the fact that she made me write in present tense which I hate lmao! Also, if you like American Horror Story or Ratched, check out her stuff!

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2300

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Like The First Time

“I might be younger and far prettier than the other Professors at this University, but that doesn't mean I don't expect the same level of good behaviour from my students,“ Professor River Song barks up the rows of lecture hall seating, slapping her papers on the desk. She tosses her bouncing curls of hair and brings her hands to her hips, watching the chatting students in the back row and waiting for them to take notice. That blonde girl seems to whispering at some speed, with enthusiastic hand gestures to boot. “That means you in the back row!“ She raises her voice again, finally getting the young blondes attention.

The Doctor hadn’t been able to stop herself. When River had started talking about the Venusian tomb she’d visited not long ago, it had been a perfect opportunity to tell the other students about the time she’d been invited to a funeral service there. It’s an incredibly stupid thing to do, of course. She isn’t meant to interact with anyone - as strictly speaking - she isn’t meant to be here. For a start she isn’t actually a student at Luna University; for another, she could very well be causing some damage to the fabric of space and time. Visiting her wife earlier in her timeline is risky… but she hasn’t been able to stay away. Sometimes, when the Doctor misses her a lot, she sits in on her lectures, right at the back. She knows River won’t recognise her and she never speaks to her… there’s no harm no foul is there? However, a slip up is bound to happen eventually.

Now, as she looks at River, who is shooting her piercing glare from the front of the auditorium, the Doctor realises she’s messed up. The Doctor looks left and right to the other students, hoping it’s one of them River is scolding.

“Yes you, don't act like I cant see you -“ River lifts her eyebrows at the petulant student. “Forget it, I’m not shouting at you from down here, stay behind after class. Then we’ll talk, and believe me you won’t like what I have to say.“ River rolls her eyes away, a taut huff tumbling from her lips to find her inner calm once again, before continuing. “Now where were we…“

The Doctor shrinks back in her seat, her neighbouring students giving her sympathetic smiles. Others just snicker and smirk. River has a reputation for strictness, no-one messes with her…The Doctor’s made a big mistake. She glances to the exit; she can still escape this situation. But if she does, she’ll never be able to come back. Perhaps it’s time to face her wife at last. She gnaws her bottom lip anxiously and tries her best to sit still for the remainder of the lecture.

As a shrill bell rings out, signalling the end of class and an end to the Doctors torture, River watches the troublemaker while she packs her things. Students rise to their feet, stuff their bags with books and file out in an eager swarm, heading into the midday sunshine. But not this student. She’s bouncing down the steps to the front, an epic grey coat and too-short trousers have her piquing River’s interest before they start talking. “Ah, good. At least you decided to be smart this time and not run-off out the doors. I would have found you,“ River informs the girl, whose swinging her arms and looking guilty. If this were any other circumstance, then River might have bought her a drink. But as it is, she's her student, however adorable she is. “Care to tell me what is so pressing you had to take time out of my lecture to talk about it?“

“Ah well, you know, the whole thing about the Venusian tomb, just brought back some memories to when I was learning Venusian aikido. There was this one time when I was invited to a funeral at one, which - you know - is a big deal for any outsider and…“ The Doctor starts rambling, unable to stop herself. A grin spreads across her features, hoping to entertain River with her story, as she had done so many times in the past. River always liked to listen to recounts of her adventures.

“Venusian Aikido?“ River folds her arms, skeptical. “They don’t teach that to just anyone. I happen to be a black belt myself.“

“Oh I know.“ The Doctor grins.

“It’s not on my resumé,“ River parries, her eyebrows lifting into an arch. “So someone told you. Perhaps at this funeral, you supposedly attended?“ River laughs doubting the girls claims. “No-one just gets invited to a Venusian funeral, or a wedding, or any kind of ceremony unless you’re a honoured noble. Which you clearly cannot be, no offence Sweetie but -“ River pauses. She stares at the blonde and her mismatched clothing, then bunches her lips. “What did you say your name was?“

The Doctor doesn’t answer immediately. This is it, the moment of truth. She could just tell her… surely there’s no harm in it. This is River Song after losing her parents in Manhattan, and before Darillium; there is no real reason to keep her identity from her. Apart from the fact that she isn't sure how she will react. They didn’t see each other for so long in between Manhattan and Darillium, enough for River to come to doubt if the Doctor had ever truly loved her. Her words still echo through the back of the Doctor’s mind now. The Doctor doesn’t and has never loved me. - But you are the woman who loves the Doctor. - Yes I am. I never denied it. But whoever said he loved me back? Those words still haunt the Doctor, even after spending 24 years with her in which she’d done everything she could to convince her of just the opposite.

“Jane Smith.“ The Doctor answers at last with a thin smile.

River lets out a loud chortle. “Jane Smith? Of course it is,“ River replies not believing her for a second. Who has the most standard name of all names like that? River postures a little, shuffles her papers around into a neat pile already thinking of the lunch that’s waiting for her in the refectory, because she's not getting any truth from this girl. “I don't recall your name on my student register; so…how about you tell me the truth.“ River hooks her bag over her shoulder and takes a long stride forward, claiming the podium as her space, the lecturer to the student. River examines her, because if she’s not her student, then who is she? All beautiful round eyes and choppy blonde hair, River certainly doesn't recognise her. Should she, recognise her? “Or you can come to my office and explain yourself there.“

“I uhh…“ The Doctor swallows hard. Of course she doesn’t believe her, people rarely do initially; but usually she can use her psychic paper to back up her identity. She knows River would see right through that if she tried it, so that isn’t an option. “Well, I’ve actually got somewhere else to be. A really very important…thing. A thing that can’t wait, so…it was really nice talking to you, brilliant lecture. Slightly exaggerated in some parts but - you know - got to keep the students engaged…“ Her eyes flick to the door. She’s parked her TARDIS in a supply closet, so it’s not far away.

“Are you calling my stories embellished?“ River trails after this Jane Smith towards the door, flabbergasted. She’s a bone fide time traveller, she knows her subject matter better than anyone in the known universe, except  - “It’s not as though you can possible know better? How old are you anyway, twelve?“ She carries on trying to get under the girl’s skin, who is clearly hiding something.  “Where on earth are you going? You realise that’s the closet.“

“Why are you following me?“ The Doctor had hoped to simply shake her but River seems to have different ideas. She doesn’t dare open the supply closet door, River would see the TARDIS and she would be done for. But where else could she possibly go? She looks around anxiously for a way out.

“Mmm it seems you might be trapped…“ River drops her voice to a knowing whisper. She smirks, delighting in watching the girl fret.

“I just… forgot which way I… uhh…“ The Doctor struggles for a response suddenly aware of how close River is getting to her. And that smirk… She knows it all too well. Like a lioness stalking her prey. She can’t even think of a credible lie to get her out of her predicament.

“Which way you meant to go?“ River bobs her finger on her lip pretending to think hard about it. “My office is this way, if you didn't get the hint earlier.“ River ghosts her hands over the girls hips, rubbing into her hipbones with her thumbs and sucking her lips and humming. “Jane Smith. I appreciate the code name. You can slip me your paper later, I’ll be sure to mark it up a grade, well, depending on your performance of course.“ River winks coyly.

“I…“ The Doctor’s mouth suddenly feels really dry, she can’t speak. Flirting and reading innuendo isn’t exactly her forte but River can’t possibly be more obvious with her advances. Is this what River is like when she isn’t around? The Doctor isn’t sure whether to be flattered or hurt. They’re not exactly exclusive but she doesn’t like her nose rubbed in it like this. But at the same time, perhaps this is an opportunity… She could be with River without having to reveal her identity… but is that something she wanted to do under false pretences?

“Good talk, come along!“ River grins and leads the way across the lecture hall to the staff door, and unlocks it with a quick key-twizzle, then presses the door open wide to wave ‚Jane‘ through. River uses the opportunity to loop her arm around Jane’s waist and scoops her in the right direction down the hall towards her office.

The Doctor doesn’t know what to do. Things are moving fast, River doesn’t even give her a chance to protest. Her hearts seem to skip their beats when River pulls her along.

Once inside, River tosses the door shut and wastes no time in pushing Jane against it, roaming her hands up and down her sides and snapping the elastic braces. “These are retro, but I can go with the flow, off they coooome…“ River sings as she yanks them off Jane’s shoulders, then the coat, and where is the edge of this t-shirt? River is keen to feel her hands up Jane’s abdomen, and the flush of her skin. River knows her hands are rough - years of archeological digs will do that to a girl - but Jane is young and sweet enough to need a little roughing up.

“River…“ The Doctor tries to protest, this was moving too fast. Her breath catches when River untucks her t-shirt. The Doctor is still getting used to this new body and she suddenly feels very hot.

“First names already? My my…“ River tosses her mane of hair out the way as she leans in to kiss Jane on the neck, biting her and enjoying teasing her far too much. “Sweetie you do give yourself away, even in this body,“ River tickles her teeth along the Doctor’s collarbone searching for the next spot to bite. “I mean, I like it darling, but give me a heads next time -“ River explores the Doctor’s petite body with enthusiasm. “My apparatus is your apparatus and all that, got to get my head around it.“

“You knew?!“ The Doctor blurts out and pushes her off, holds her at arms length. “And you just played along?!“ She’s breathless from River’s kisses but her outrage overshadows her arousal.

River unbuttons her shirt confidently, tearing the sides apart and presenting her body to the Doctor once again, even if it’s all new for the Doctor, River is still River. “Well what did you think? I do this with all my students, Jane Smith?“ She smiles a broad, proud River smile and holds her hands out for the Doctor to take. “I’m married, remember?“ Mutually exclusive is…a bit of stretch, there might be other husbands here and there, but there is only one Doctor. “So, wife, how about a little ride on the merry-go-round with this new body?“

The Doctor just stares at her for a moment. It’s been a while since Darillium but she still recalls every moment, and River is just as beautiful as she remembers. And just as much of a temptress. She bites her lip, suddenly feeling very insecure. It would be her first time in this body…and it’s her first time being a woman as far as she can remember. That’s a lot to be anxious about.

Softening the come-on, River takes the Doctors hands and steps closer to her, squeezing her hands in reassurance. “I knew it would happen eventually, a wife and not a husband. It’s okay, you know.“ River takes a deep breath, and kisses her wife properly for the first time. Her lips are thinner softer and taste of cinnamon, but she kisses back just like her husband did. Her Doctor. “I love you. This adorable new body is just a bonus,“ she says gently, then kisses her nose for extra effect.

The Doctor can’t help but chuckle as she looks up to her. This was new. She is shorter than her! Though only due to River’s ridiculously high heels.

“I love you, too.“ She whispers nuzzling into her crook of her neck as she wraps her arms around her. River smells exactly the way she remembers, like sunshine on a spring day. “I’ve missed you so much.“ She confesses.