#Remember me pt7

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IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART OF CRYBABY

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT7

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: make it go away…

warnings: cunnilingus + fingering (r!recieving)

a/n: oh wow. oh wow. this was actually quite fun to write and i wanted to cry half way through because ironically enough my ex is being mean to me lmao 😭 i’m trying to cut contact and she’s just teasing me like “oh is she really leaving this time? really??” i’ve had ENOUGH

And I'm already actin' like a dick, know what I mean? So you might as well stick it in

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the party is nothing like their usual after parties, but to be fair, you hadn’t been to one of these in months. crowds of people in their best clothes grinding against each other. dina onstage djing while jesse dances behind her. whispering sweet things in her ear. you spot a clear target in the crowd and walk down the stairs towards her.

flashing hues of red, blue, green, and purple cloud your vision as you struggle to approach abby. she decided to show her fucking face again, remembering she was your ride back home. once you push through everyone, you tap her broad shoulder and pull her to the side.

“where you been?” you lean against her, clearly gone. not in an intoxicated way, but a mental way. she could see it in your face. in your eyes. in the sunken areas underneath. in the way you were leaning like you were in pain. you fix your posture, putting more walls up. you could tell she was seeing through you.

“are you okay?” she furrows her brows, holding her hand out to touch your cheek. you dodge it. “why the fuck wouldn’t i be?” you spat. she places the tips of her index and thumb finger on the bridge of her nose, scrunching her face, and sighs. “i should’ve never said that to you. i was still mad at ellie and i took it out on you. i’m sorry—“

“oh fuck it. who cares? everybody keeps treating me like a punching bag and you know what? punching bags don’t have feelings. i don’t want to feel anymore i just—“

she’s looking at you horrified now. watching ellie take full effect over you. all her cruelty submerging itself into your brain. slowly acting as a parasite on the you she used to know. pieces of that girl were being lost. she was watching it happen in real time.

“i—fuck i need to get you out of here.”

“but i just got here abs. and we haven’t seen ellie—“

as if it was on cue, ellie appears from a gap in the crowd. her eyes meet yours, and she rushes over to you as she watches abby wrap her arms around you and try to lead you out.

“wait. let me talk to her.” ellie grabs your arm.

“you better fucking let go or you’re gonna loose all your fucking fingers.” abby chimes up, pulling you towards her. ellie laughs. “i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you only get one of those. and that was it.”

“oh really?”

“guys seriously.” you pull out of both of their grasps. “enough. i’m not a fucking baby. everybody always treats me like i’m some fucking fragile fucking baby. fuck off.” you look between the two of them. “we’re at a goddamn party, so let’s party.”

the music is louder than it was before. you let it take over your body, taking one of each girls hands into your own and leading them into the crowd. body grinding against them to the beat of the song.

“listen, i really need to talk to you!” ellie yells over it. abby is behind you snaking a hand around your waist to pull you closer to her. maneuvering her body to move the way yours was. “no way in hell is that happening.” she yells back for you.

ellie’s thinking about how hard she wants to punch her. while she’s looking at the way she’s holding you. while you’re smiling. while she balls her fist up and her knuckles turn white. while her breathing starts to calm when she focuses on your hand still in hers, prompting you to dance.

“we’ll talk after this then, okay? at the hotel?” her tone is hopeful.

she’s being such a party pooper. prying you for an answer, making it hard for you to enjoy the moment. you feel a rush of emotions creeping in. another memory, another after party.

a very unhappy ellie that’s made a simple mistake onstage. an unnoticeable strum of the wrong string. it was fucking her up. she was drunkenly stumbling around until someone had started to help her sober up. then she stumbled across you. sweet, angelic, kind, perfect and happy you. enjoying the fucking party. ofcourse, you’d left crying that night.

you feel the tears welling up but you swallow them down. “fine let’s go talk ellie, since you’re begging so fucking much. i’ll be right back abs.” you reply.

she leads you to a secluded bathroom in the far back. holding your hand and dragging you along like purse. she closes and locks the door, leaning against it.

there are fucking tears threatening to spill, you can hear it in her voice when she speaks up. “i don’t—fuck i don’t know what i’ve done to you.”

you scoff.

“no i mean i do. i fucked you up. fuck. how do i fix it? what do you want me to do?”

you’re transported back again. another bathroom, holding ellie as she cries into you. switches to screaming at you, then crying into you again. blaming you for the guitar string mistake. blaming you for her forgetting the lyrics onstage. telling you that you’re truly useless, and she has no idea why dina and jesse drag you around with them.

why won’t it go away?

“make it go away.” you look into her glossy eyes. interlocking your fingers with hers and looking up at her with desperate eyes. a little bit of the old you slipping in before your face molds into a devious expression.

“make it fuzzy. make me forget. make it go away.”

she’s confused at first, and then she laughs cockily. she’s laughing as you pull her closer. she’s laughing as she pushes you up against the counter with a fervor, finding your low grunt of pleasure pure ecstasy.

her lips crash into yours, hands grappling into your waist. “i’m sorry.” she pulls away then dives back in. “i’m sorry.” she kisses your cheek. “i’m so fucking stupid.” she kisses your jawline. “let me fuck all of this away, okay?” she whispers into your ear.

your mind is growing fuzzy with her hands all over you. tugging up your shirt to kiss and lick and smile against your skin, down your chest to your stomach. tugging on your pants and your underwear. spreading your legs, pushing them apart before attaching her lips to your dripping cunt. tongue slipping in between your folds spreading your wetness to your clit.

you slip your hands into her messy hair, tugging when she sucks harder. slapping her tongue against your bud. the vibration of her humming hard against your heat. she’s eating you out and she’s being so fucking sloppy with it. she’s making a mess of you. making your legs tremble underneath you. you hadn’t realized you’d been crying out for her. actually crying. tears of pleasure were spilling down your face as you moaned her name.

she pulls away when she realizes, hands cupping your face to wipe them away. “i’m making you cry again.” she states.

you open your mouth to respond, but you’re cut off by a moan getting pushed out of your throat when her fingers slip into your sloppy sopping hole. curved to hit a spot that was pure euphoria. better than drugs. better than revenge. you were intoxicated. feeling a knot in your stomach start to build as ellie stares into your teary eyes.

she looks like she’s about to say something but she chooses to kiss you instead. on your forehead. on your neck. on your tear stained cheeks. on your pouted lips.

in, out. in, out. at an unsympathetic pace, she’s pounding into you so hard you can’t think. she’s doing exactly what she promised. she’s making it all fuzzy for you. she’s helping you forget. she’s helping you feel something other than pain.

you feel yourself coming undone, throwing your head back as you reach your peak. her lips are at your ear as she whispers softly.

“there you go baby. i got you. it’s okay. i’m sorry. just let it go.”

and you do. you let it all melt away as the pleasure pins and needles run up and down your body. as your eyes roll back. as you forget. forget the hurt. forget the past. forget how to feel.

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.1 - Chris Sturniolo

PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, ( rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

A/n: This is gonna be a series but PLSPLS bear with me bc I am struggling in school right now! This series reminds me of the K-12 Album tbf lol🤍🎀

(Chris sturniolo x Fem reader, skater Chris, nothing much atm, maybe a bit suggestive in a dream but not much else tbh.)

The bell rings, causing me to lift my head swiftly. I look around at the class and the other students are packing up so I copy, but just as I lean down to place my pencil case into my bag, a book slams on my desk making me jump out of my skin.

“You aren’t going anywhere y/n. Sleeping in class again?” My teacher Mr Rockwell looks down at me, his face cold and stern. “I’m sorry, I didn’t sleep well last night and..” he picks the book up off the desk, “no excuses. Good thing this is the last period because you can stay behind for detention. An hour and a half.” I sigh as he walks away before picking up a sheet of paper and placing it on my desk.

I place my face into my hands out of embarrassment, I’ve never had detention with this teacher before, I’m usually alert in his classes. “No more sleeping!” Mr Rockwell slightly yells from across the classroom and I pick up my pen before sighing and studying the page. Algebra. Math has never been my strong suit.

Mine and the teachers heads both shoot to the door as it opens with a squeak, a brunette boy walks into the room and up to the teachers desk, “You’re late again. Once more and there will be serious issues.” I hear Mr Rockwell say, before the boy replies “yeah sorry, see my brother had to..” “Excuses again! What’s the matter with the students in my class.” He mutters, leaning past the brunette to look at me.

My face flushes with embarrassment as the boy turns to look at me, he mustn’t have noticed there was anyone else in the class, I am seated right at the back to be fair. He smiles at me softly, before turning back to the teacher. I swear I recognised him, I think he was one of the triplets in our grade.

“Sit down.” Mr Rockwell mutters, handing the boy the same piece of paper he gave me. To my surprise the boy sat right next to me, probably to try copy me. “If you’re trying to copy me, you’re out of luck because I haven’t got a clue either.” I whisper and I look over to the boy, his eyes studying my face. “Do I know you?” He whispers back.

“I don’t know.. do you?” I ask in confusion because I haven’t ever spoken to him or his brothers, “yeah you’re the girl who sits at the front in science.” He chuckles and looks at the teacher at the front of the class and then back at me.I’m surprised he knows who I am, I didn’t know he was in my class.

“Oh yeah..” I laughed lightly. I look back down at my paper to try and make some sense of it, and I fail at that.

The teacher stands up and his chair squeaks against the floor, causing me and the boy to jump as we look up. “I need to go.. grab something from one of the other classrooms I’ll be 10 minutes minimum.” He spoke monotonously and walked out the class. I immediately look to the boy and he has the same confused expression on his face as I do.

“What was that about?” He looks to me for an answer, “I dont know but at least I don’t have him staring me down anymore,” I laugh, “what’s your name? Sorry I dont remember it.” I feel guilty, due to the fact that he knows who I am, I mean I know who he is but not enough to know his name, does he even know mine?

“Oh uh im Chris, and don’t stress it y/n u won’t be forgetting my name soon enough.” He smirks to me before his eyes focus on the equations in front of him. He knows my name. “What do you mean by that?” I laugh softly and he shrugs.

“Maybe you’ll remember me as the boy who stole the answers for this algae-bra shit.” He stands up whilst looking at me, “it’s Algebra, Chris, and you aren’t stealing answers, what if he comes back?”

“Chill, I’ll take the blame for it anyway.” He opens the drawer in the teachers desk and ruffles through some paper until he smiles and grabs a piece of paper, closes the drawer and walks back over to me. “You thief.” I joke with him as he sits back down and scoots his desk closer to me so we can share the paper.

We finish up with the paper and the teacher still hasn’t returned, Chris puts the paper back into his desk and we try to wait it out for the 25 minutes we have left. “Can we just leave now?” He rolls his eyes and taps his pen on the desk. “I wish but no. What if he comes back and we’re gone?” I watch him as he stops tapping his pen and leans down to his bag.

“Live a little y/n. He’s been gone for most this detention, it’s his fault if you leave early.” He packs his things into his backpack. “Plus I’ll write a note on his board and let him know we left ‘at the right time’” he does finger quotations and smirks, “fine.” I sigh.

He hops out his seat and grabs both our papers and places them on the desk, as I pack my things away. He writes on the board ‘sorry for being in detention or whatever but we did the work (it’s on ur desk) and left, love u teach xx - Chris’ “there.” He smiles proudly and I roll my eyes “you’re not funny.” I stand up.

We both sneak out the classroom and Chris leads me the way. We hear voices coming from a storage cupboard and he looks back at me before we go to move forward again but before we can start moving, the door swings open and a girl walks out, she looked about late 20s or something, she went down the hallway in the direction we were headed.

Chris turns to me and raises one of his eyebrows as if to say ‘what the fuck was she doing in there’ . About a minute later someone else stumbles out of the cupboard, my mouth drops when I realise it’s Mr Rockwell. He walks down the corridor towards his class which means he was gonna pass me and Chris. Chris pulls me behind a locker and my back is pressed right up against him.

Mr Rockwell passes us, and thankfully doesn’t see us. I let out a sigh of relief and Chris grabs my arm before we are running down the corridors and out the double doors. Chris leans against the brick wall, breathing heavily.

“I’m never doing that again.” I breath as I smile at him, “You know we will,” he smirks at me before checking his phone. “Shit I was supposed to be home like half hour ago I should go.” “But detention doesn’t end for what.. another like 10/15 minutes? Why would you need to be home before it ends?” I ask tilting my head slightly as he smiles and looks at his feet.

“Your detention doesn’t end for another 10/15 minutes, mine ended like 45 mins ago.” He looked at me, “what, why didn’t you leave when you should’ve then?” I am really confused now. “Didn’t want to leave you on your own.” He shrugged before grabbing a skateboard off of a rack. “Oh thanks.” I smile “You skate?” I try to hide my blush from his comment and bring my focus to his board.

“Uh yeah, do you?” He smiles down at me due to our height difference, “no but I tried once and I got scared.” I laugh, he laughs too before dropping his board onto the ground, “I’ll teach you sometime.” He starts to skate away, “see ya y/n!”.

I get home and throw my notebook down onto my desk, one of my pages is folded over, I hate when that happens. I turn to the page to unfold the corner and there’s writing on the page ‘know you would want this - Chris’ below that was his phone number. I smile to myself at his slightly messy handwriting and pick up my phone.

I add his number to my contacts and open up imessage. ‘How did you write that in my book without me noticing😂’ I press send. He replies with ‘gotta keep an eye on your stuff y/n😉’ we text back and forth for a bit before I go to sleep.

“You’re so pretty y/n.” I smile as he leans over me and smirks, “can I?” His hand plays with the seam on my panties. “Yes.. please.” He starts to kiss my neck, “fuck Chris…”

I sit up quickly, breathing fast. “What the fuck.” I mumble to myself before wiping my eyes and laying back down. Come on y/n you barely knew the boy before today and now you’re dreaming of him? I sigh heavily.

I’m never telling anyone about that.. ever..

A/n: omds I kinda like this.. I’m gonna try to make it a series but I won’t be able to update frequently! I love this storyline tho and I know where I’m going with this so bear with me!

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I CAN NOT WITH Y/N IN THIS VIDEO

sturnzzzzz the comments she made literally had me crying 😭

xoxo4chrisss idk if it is js me but i feel tension between chris n y/n the only time she talked about him was in the last photo and the whole rest of the video was with her nick n matt but no chris interactions like they used too. babes4urmom i lwk feel like it was abt liam idk bc i feel like her n chris had something going on but privately 🤷🏻‍♀️

JENENOTJENY NO ONE WILL EVER MAKE ME HATE Y/N AND HER JOKES 🙏🏻🙏🏻 y/nn_y/l/n ugh thank you finally someone agrees JENENITJENY GIRL IDK IF U REMEMBER ME BUT I MET U AT SABRINA CARPENTERS CONCERT!!! y/nn_y/l/n NO GIRL I REMEMBER YOU DWWW

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Destress

Texts w/ Flirty BFF!Matt

Texts w/ Flirty BFF!Matt pt. 2

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Snaps w/ fwb!Matt

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Touch

Remember Me

Safe

Texts w/ Dealer!Chris

Texts w/ Flirty BFF!Chris

Texts w/ Flirty BFF!Chris pt.2

Regret it

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Texts w/ BFF!Nick

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Triplets/Sam&Colby as Mythical Creatures

Triplets/Sam&Colby as a Rock Band

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Thoughts for Pennies pt7

Ritsu talks about his dad a lot. He also brings up how he started to learn how to be a lawyer at the age 4. Before that he was with his mom and traveling to all sorts of places. But soon as he’s 4 he needed to learn how to be a lawyer.

It’s really sad to me. Ritsu never got to be a child. He never got to do what most would consider normal. Playing with kids, learning how to ride a bike with their parents, spending the night at their friend’s place, trick or treating, eating junk food, playing video games, and the list goes on.

Ritsu might be a victim of child labor and emotional abuse. He talks about his dad a lot in a way that he admires him in a non healthy manner. Almost as if he thinks that’s the only way, he would ever get a pat on the back or even have his dad look at him and talk to him for more than a few seconds.

He also calls his dad, “Father.” Which strikes me in a “authoritarian way.” Like it has more power over Ritsu. Which there’s nothing wrong with calling you dad, “father.” Though in Ritsu’s case, I can’t help but think that

Ritsu might not be doing what he’s doing, for his own sake. He’s probably doing it for his dad. Ritsu barely mentions his mom, but if I remember correctly. He brings up that he misses his mom’s cooking. What happened to his mom though? Sounds like she’s working with his dad or she’s not alive anymore. Which might be the reason why his dad forces him to learn and work at a young age.

Ritsu also doesn’t know how emotional handle things. He isn’t emotionally mature. He thinks more with his action and mind rather than his heart or how he feels about anything. Mainly because he wasn’t allowed to feel the emotions and understand them. He’s mature enough to not act recklessly, but again. He isn’t mature enough to understand what he feels and the emotions that he comes across.

Through all the that has happened in his childhood to now. He idolized his own dad. Which might cause him to think that the more he pleases his dad the more affection and love he’ll get. But he might not have been able to get his dad time, approval and, attention.

Overall, I wonder if in the story. Would he have a breaking point, or would he feel stumped in life? I feel like Taiga would play a part in it along side of MC. Will Ritsu learns what happened to him wasn't healthy? Would he tried to be a little more selfish? Or would he completely lose it?

(I also think he’s touch starved)

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Most ardently (Part 10)

Let me stress, this is not Maeve from the show, but my own Maeve just named the same to send Spencer into hell whenever he thinks about it.

A/N: You’ll never hear me admit it, but there's a chance I got distracted by Stardew Valley and forgot that anything else existed, my apologies <3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!OC.

Summary: Spencer fully exhausts himself waiting for her to wake up in the form of reading Pride and Prejudice to an unconscious person.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, Pride and Prejudice mentioned 6 times in this post (I apologise)

Parts: Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6, Pt7, Pt8, Pt9, End

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Waking up to the constant, familiar sound of Pride and Prejudice, heavily underscored by the throbbing in her gut, was not something she ever knew how badly she needed. Especially when the person reading to her is Spencer Reid.

Granted the lingering pain left her unable to open her eyes just yet, leaving her willingly bathing in the rasp of his voice.

He’s been reading her Pride and Prejudice while she is- was unconscious purely because he knows it's her favourite. The absolute and utter sap, she wants to smooch over his face.

It’s clear, however, that he’s been reading for hours, both from where he’s reading in the book and by the scratch to his voice. She knows he got injured too, remembered his blood coming off on her hands and trying to tell him to go get checked - as if she wasn’t bleeding out. But if this idiot is putting her health above his own, she will stab him.

A joke he likely wouldn’t see the funny side of for at least three years.

Shifting slightly to try and alleviate the pressure somehow on her gut, she realises that the weight in her hand isn’t the medication but his hand. Pressing into her own desperately, their fingers laced together.

Every now and then he would squeeze her hand, as if making sure she’s still there. Making sure she’s still stable.

She.. can still feel his wedding ring on his hand, and whenever he squeezes their fingers, she can feel her own still on. Occasionally feeling his fingers graze over the rings before settling again.

Forcing her groggy mind to clear, focusing on him and what part he’s currently reading. 

Truly, it could’ve been moments since she first woke up, or it might’ve been a few hours, she’s honestly not sure. But it was a testament to how exhausted he is, not even realising that she moved, just continuing with the story.

“-- I feel as if I had never done you justice, or loved you as you deserve..”

His voice broke on that, and he took in as deep a breath as he could manage without crying again.

The line was talking of a sisterly love, but it clearly got to him more than the original meaning. Hand gripping hers tight enough to bruise, finally getting her to pry her eyes open, not wanting him to cry for her when she’s awake and fine.

But her voice got caught in her throat as she finally saw him.

The room is dark, lit only by the lamp’s warm glow from the bedside table, giving her the darkness she had begged for before she passed out. Very grateful as it does feel like her head is about to start pounding.

Watching him closely for a few minutes, knowing he was really out of it if he didn’t feel her eyes on him. He forced his tears down and kept reading.

He looked like he hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep for however long she’s been out, which is easily likely knowing him. Eyes raw from where he’d clearly been crying before, and bloodshot from reading at such a low light. There had been glasses perched on his nose, and they’d left indents, but now they were sat on the bedside table.

With a soft sigh, she decided to finally reach out to press her free hand to the top of the book, ignoring the twinge in her gut. Pushing it down so that he’d finally look at her, meeting his wide eyes with a grimace.

“You look like shit. When was the last time you--”

The book got tossed at the bedside table, and hit the edge, falling to the floor. Leaving him free to rush to his feet and take her face urgently between his hands. Tired eyes restlessly searching her face.

Registering her words and giving out a reluctant huff of laughter.

“You’re one to talk, you’ve been asleep for three days.”

Blinking softly, she moved to hold onto his forearms, holding them both steady as she looked up at him.

“You haven’t been reading the whole time, have you? How many times can you even--”

“Ten.. and a bit.”

“You.. read me Pride and Prejudice ten times?”

Gulping thickly, his thumb smoothed over her face, as if to assure himself that she’s awake and actually talking to him. Nearly sighing in relief again when she leant into his touch and gazed up at him, clearly still waiting for an answer.

“It’s your favourite.”

As if that was all the reason he needed to sit there and read her the same book over and over again.

No one else, ever, would’ve sat by her side - while she’s completely unconscious and they’re not even sure if she can hear them - to read Pride and Prejudice ten and a bit times purely because it’s her favourite book. Seventy-two hours of reading the same thing to her.

This man is going to be the death of her.. she might cry.

Pursing her lips to stop them from trembling at the sudden onslaught of feeling for this man, but as she hid her face in his palm, he assumed it was because she started hurting again.

Panic flaring hard in his chest as he gently urged her to face him again.

“Maeve? How you feeling sweetheart? Should I call the doctor? Maybe the nurse- just to check you out.”

He kept talking but once his first name passed her lips, everything else was obsolete, everything around her dampened into nothingness besides savouring the way her name sounded on his lips. When he went to push the button for the nurse, however, her hand shot out to grab his, holding tight. Even as he started panicking about calling a nurse, she just cut him off gently.

“Spence.. you called me Maeve again. I thought I’d imagined it before.”

Not realising that he froze, coming to terms with the fact that she remembers everything from before she passed out. The names he called her, and.. The way he begged for her not to leave him.

She just kept teasing him gently, not catching on to his reaction and having missed it over the last three days she was asleep, listening to his voice.

“This mean you’re finally going to admit you don’t hate me? Pretty please?”

Spencer never got a chance to tell Maeve, other Maeve - God knows when she became the other Maeve in his life - and had only really just come to terms with the knowledge that he probably never did love her. She was sweet on him, and he was her only source of human interaction that wasn’t her stalker, it was proximity that made them fall for each other - like having a crush on someone you only ever see on the bus everyday.

What they’d had could’ve become love, eventually, but he never got to that point with her. The guilt in knowing that had passed, because his entire focus fell to Maeve. His Maeve.

The woman he’d sworn to hate because of her name, and he’d fallen for her anyway. Like a school-kid with a crush on a popular girl. Except they aren’t in school, they’re grown as adults, and he nearly lost her out in the real world without her ever knowing how he felt.

She’s here, alive and warm between his palms, her pupils dilated as she gazed at him.

“Maeve, I like you.”

She gave a soft laugh, and he immediately realised that she didn’t get it in the way he meant. Having, accidentally, confessed like a school-kid - damn his useless brain putting him on the wrong train of thought.

“Congrats, didn’t know I’d have to be stabbed--”

“Angel, don’t joke about it.”

Maybe it was the stern voice, or the way he’d called her angel again, but she immediately shut up. His jaw was tense and she softened, quietly whispering an apology as he forced himself to calm down. Wanting, desperately, to slide his hands down to her gut, to trace the stitches like he had hundreds of times in the past three days - making sure she’s all still together.

Wanting to firmly scold her for joking about it, knowing that he hates it, but holding off because he knows that’s her way of acknowledging the entire incident. Besides, he can’t get distracted now.

Sighing and taking her face back between her hands.

“No, Maeve, I like you. Fuck’s sake sweetheart, I’m in love with you. I want to take you on dates and call you my girlfriend.” His thumb gently brushed her bottom lip and their breathing fell out of sync for the first time since she woke up. “And.. I really want to kiss you right now, but you’re recovering so I won’t.”

He hadn’t caught the awestruck look on his face, too focused on the way his thumb brushed her lip, only looking up when her face changed and he caught it scrunching up unhappily. For a few painfully sparse moments, he could only watch as she thought of what to say.

Grounded from the pounding in his ears by her hands moving to cover his, gripping them tightly against her face.

“But that’s- that's not fair-” And there goes his heart, crumbling to- “I’m completely fine, kiss me anyway.”

It was as if he could feel his heart being gently put back together by her insistence. Trying to pull him closer, which obviously didn’t work. He only laughed, full of utter adoration and painful relief, leaning down to kiss her forehead instead.

“No. I’ll kiss you when you’re out, as an incentive to feel better. And to actually take care of yourself.”

Gaping up at him, she then playfully reached out to swat at his arm. Grumbling ‘unhappily’ under her breath.

“Stupid, responsible boyfriend.” His face lit up at that, and she couldn’t stop her own joy licking at her face. Making her grin even though she definitely didn’t want to, and she couldn’t stop even as she tried. “Yeah, yeah. I hope you know you’re stuck with me now.”

“Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing.”

Utterly aghast that she would say that as if it isn’t the best thing he’d ever heard, only giving in when she laughed softly between his hands. Leaning in to press their foreheads together, noses brushing.

He’s just close enough that, if she wanted to, she could surge up to kiss him. But that would hurt and probably rip her stitches.. and would definitely be worth it. As if he could read her thoughts - profiler boyfriend definitely could - he kissed her nose and backed off. No way in hell is he going to let her risk her recovery just for a snog.

“I’m going to get the nurse, don’t move.”

Leaving Maeve with this dopey little smile on her face, and if she were able to lie on her front, she would be swinging her legs like a ditzy little thing. Suddenly remembering something and calling out urgently.

“Spence!” He whipped around, still nervous that something would go wrong at any minute, but she’s just smiling at him. “I love you too.”

With a soft laugh, he tugs the blinds down a little more to ease the aching in her head, fucker knows her so well.

“I love you more angel. I’ll be right back, and I’ll grab you some jello.”

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[vnards]

GhostABO pt7

(Clap and a half for me remembering I left on a cliffhanger lol)

The door is slammed open, two staff members checking on their patients and discover the scene unfolding in front of them. An alpha cornering a scared and vulnerable omega, hysterical. Simon has no time to explain.

“Security!!” The first nurse rushes him and Simon moves like a ghost, sidestepping the beta and countering by pinning them against the wall, pressing the nurse’s face down and away like muscle memory. In his periphery, Simon can see the other nurse trying to calm Vic down, her screaming breaking the silence and stirring commotion beyond the door. Fuck.

Ghost’s hackles rose as a growl roared from his throat as the second nurse stepped towards his omega. He couldn’t help himself if he wanted to. Ghost pulled the first nurse back from the wall and slammed their head against it, ensuring to knock them unconscious and out of the way. The alpha stepped over the body and stalked towards the second nurse who dare get this close to what is his. A Reaper called to his duty.

“Get back!” He barks.

The nurse pauses, but does not back down from the threatening alpha. “Lieutenant, this is highly inappropriate and you need to get yourself together!”

He knows. He knows what he’s making this whole situation look like. Like the dark and scary alpha with a skull face is threatening a terrified omega and turning increasingly aggressive. But he just can’t help himself. He needs to keep her safe. “Get out!” The nurse doesn’t immediately leave, which makes Ghost’s nails itch in irritation; the beast stirring. Eventually the nurse steps back and Simon can finally breath again.

“We have a situation in room 149-“ the voice trails off.

Simon looks towards the omega, wanting to make anything better. Vic still hasn’t moved, still paralyzed in fear, but there’s a focus in her vision, staring right at him. “It’s just me-“ He doesn’t test his limits and steps closer to her, instead he goes down to his knees and opens his palms to her, trying to make his large and threatening frame anything but. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ghost took heavy breaths, trying to breathe through his mouth “You were having a bad dream. I just wanted to-“

The wind is knocked out of him as two larger alphas tackled Ghost to the ground, his face being smushed on the cold, dirty tile. He immediately begins to fight back, enraged at being touched and held down suddenly. He falls further into his alpha, unable to shake off the element of surprise. “It’s not-“

A pin prick. Two.

It isn’t long before the edges of Simon’s vision begin to swim with black and a sudden and heavy drowsiness begin to take him under. “No!” He screamed. He uses the last of his draining energy to turn towards Vic, overpowering the alphas on top of him just to reach for her. And she reaches back.

A foot connects to Simon’s face and everything goes black.

next part ->

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt7

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Marvin sat on the edge of the examination table, slumped over and finding it harder and harder to keep his head up and eyes open. He’d be allowed to go lay down soon, right? He had his measurements taken and he answered all of Henrik’s questions. The doctor seemed fairly chill considering everything else, but that might just be his ‘work personality’ since he seemed to match the chaotic energy earlier. 

Jackie had snuck him two cookies earlier and Marvin had to admit the treats were really good. Maybe he’ll meet JJ tomorrow and put a face to the cookies. There seemed to be at least one more Septiceye. Who knew if Chase had more to that list before he got distracted by the missing one? How many Egos were there? Was it just the two groups or were there more? Did Jackie mention more? His head felt so stuffed that he couldn’t even remember anymore.

“Psst. Marvin.” 

“Hm?” Marvin turned his head at the whisper and saw Jackie peeking his head through the door of the room. “You dork.” He sighed at Jackie waving a cookie in the air. 

“You don’t want it? Cause I got two.” Jackie leaned over some more and showed that he had a cookie in each hand. “I mean, I know you’ve already had two, but you gotta get what you can when it comes to sugar in this house since it’ll be gone before you know it.” 

“Does every Septiceye have a sweet tooth?” 

“Pretty much.”

“Alright, I’ll take the cookie.” Marvin chuckled at Jackie’s excited giggle as he slipped into the room and gave him one of the treats. “JJ really does know how to make good cookies.” He said before biting down on it. It wasn’t as warm as the first time he was given the cookies, but it was still so soft and the chocolate chips still oozed. They had to be made from scratch to be like this.

“He’d had a lot of practice. JJ bakes a lot in general but he bakes even more when he’s stressed.” Jackie said casually and took a bite, getting half of the cookie into his mouth. Which was a lot considering the cookies were the size of his hand.

“Is he stress baking right now?” Marvin asked. 

“Kind of,” Jackie said through the mouthful of cookie. “A new Ego appearing is always stressful.” He chewed for a second before his eyes widened and he swallowed. “Not that you’re stressful or anything! It’s just that-like-you know-you don’t know. You don’t know the things yet, but it’s just that-it’s-it’s just a…a-uh…” 

“New things are stressful,” Marvin said.

“That.” Jackie’s shoulders relaxed in relief.

“I will just need a blood sample and then we are done for the day,” Henrik stated as he came into the room, not looking over to where Marvin and Jackie were as he went to a counter and started getting out the supplies he’d need. “I will also need you to come to my office first thing in the morning, do not eat or drink before then so that I can take another sample for comparisons and to know your-the cookies are for after the blood taking.” He sighed after turning and seeing Jackie and Marvin. 

“You’re taking blood?” Jackie’s voice nearly went up a whole octave. Marvin didn’t think that was possible and yet the other man sounded like a squeaky toy with that question. 

“Yes, I am.” Henrik had a laugh in his voice. Marvin could tell that he was missing something.

“Do you not like blood?” Marvin asked Jackie.

“It is not the blood that is the problem. It is how it is taken. Jackie does not like needles.” Henrik stated.

“Don’t tell him that, man!” Jackie shouted in embarrassment. “Heros aren’t afraid of anything.” 

“If that is true, then perhaps you can allow me to take a sample of your blood? The yearly samples are coming up soon and we can get yours done early.” Henrik suggested with almost an evil grin. 

“I-um…what was that Chase?” Jackie started backing toward the door. “I gotta go.”

“I did not hear anything.” Henrik hummed.

“Supersonic hearing and stuff.”

“That is not one of your-”

“Gotta go, bye!” Jackie turned and ran out of the room. Marvin watched Jackie go and then broke out into a laugh. 

“Last year we had to have six of us hold him down to get blood,” Henrik said with a chuckle, washing his hands, and putting gloves on. “And that was with the strongest among us.” 

“Everyone’s scared of at least one thing.” Marvin finished his treat as he waited. 

“I wish you the best of luck convincing Jackie of that. Despite having to literally restrain him, he claims endless fearlessness.” Henrik peeked over his shoulder. “Do you mind rolling your sleeve for me?” Marvin nodded and did as asked, more than ready to get this last part done and over with. 

“So, you and Chase are the ones in charge here?” Marvin asked.

“I guess one could say that. Honestly, Chase is more of the one that gives orders, I just try to keep everyone alive.” Henrik rolled a little tray over and sat in a chair next to Marvin. “Everyone mostly does as they please aside from being assigned a job from time to time.” 

“A job?” 

“We do freelance jobs, and depending on the Ego determines what end of the range that job is. Some are more…legal than others. It-” Henrik stopped when he could practically see Marvin wanting to explode from information overload. “It is something that you can be told about later.”

“Okay” Marvin sighed, being sure to look at anything but his arm as Henrik filled a vial with his blood. “So…I have a room?” 

“You do. The details of how it came to be can also be shared at a later point as well. The door has stayed locked since you have yet to arrive, but now you should be able to walk in. It is the door across from Jackie’s room. I will call for him to show you once we are done.”

“Is that the ‘connection’ Jackie mentioned? He said there was a reason why he was the one that had to get me to come here.” Marvin felt the bandage getting wrapped around his arm. 

“The…um…well that is much more complicated. That is something that will be explained after you begin to meet the others. I think some rest is what you need the most at the moment.” Henrik got out of the chair and stepped away with the collected blood. 

“Doctor’s orders.” Marvin lightly laughed as he fixed his sleeve. “Does that mean I can go now?” 

“Let me call for Jackie.” Henrik went over to a fridge and pulled out a bottle of apple juice, handing it to Marvin. 

“Thanks.” Marvin opened the bottle, getting himself a sip as Henrik stuck his head out of the door.

“Jackie! Come here, please!” Henrik shouted and Marvin choked on his drink. He was not expecting that kind of volume to come out. “He should be here in a moment,” Henrik said back at his usual level and smiled at Marvin. “You do not feel lightheaded, correct?”

“I feel good.” Marvin’s answer came out hoarse.

“Oh! I should have warned you. Sorry. I am used to the noise of the House, you will adapt quickly to it as well.” Henrik apologized as he went back to the counter. 

“Cool.” Marvin got off of the examination table. “I’m just going to wait for him in the-hi Jackie.” He opened the door and Jackie was right there. 

“What’s up?” Jackie asked. 

“He is finished. Could you show him to his room?” Henrik didn’t look away from his work. 

“Got’cha!” Jackie did a salute and stepped back. He did a little bow and gestured with his hands. “Right this way.” 

“I’m about this close to just passing out on the floor.” Marvin held up a hand to show the small measurement he spoke of, leaving the room and beginning to go down the hall. 

“I mean, if you do I can just carry you,” Jackie suggested.

“Don’t tempt me.” Marvin rubbed his face with a hand and stopped when Jackie was suddenly in front of him with his back to him.

“Up, up,” Jackie said as he slapped his back.

“I was joking.” 

“Up, up.” 

“I’m not climbing on you. I’m fine.” 

“Up-”

“Don’t.”

“-Up.”

“You’re going to keep doing that until I agree, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

“Well, have fun with eternity.” Marvin went around Jackie and kept going down the hall. He couldn’t help a smile when he heard Jackie laughing and it was only a moment later that he was at his side again. 

“My room is right up here.” Jackie pointed and then jogged ahead, stopping in front of a door. Marvin was far from surprised at the decor on the door; printed pictures of superheroes and manga characters. There were some speech bubbles with text next to some of the characters and Marvin assumed they were quotes. “And that means this one is yours.” Jackie took a large step to be on the other side of the hall and pointed at the blank door. 

“I can finally get some sleep.” Marvin sighed. 

“If you ever need anything, don’t be afraid to knock on my door or, you know, do what Hen does and yell for me.” Jackie offered with a puff to his chest. 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Good night, Jackie.” Marvin placed his hand on the doorknob. 

“I’ll see ya in the morning.” Jackie gave another salute and Marvin rolled his eyes as he went into the room. 

Marvin closed the door behind him, turned on the light switch and he couldn’t explain the strange sour feeling in his stomach at seeing how the room he entered was identical to his actual bedroom. Down to the exact same shade of paint on the walls, even the hand-drawn posters were there as well. You’d think seeing your home would be comforting, but instead, it made Marvin feel sick. 

But at least there was a bed. 

Marvin took a step toward the bed and froze, feeling a strange presence near him now. It caused a static feeling on his tongue, making the hair on the back of his neck rise. A giggle was enough to get Marvin to act. 

Grabbing the scissors inside of the pen bucket on his desk, Marvin turned and threw them, seeing the sharp points of the scissors stick into the wall next to a black, shadowy form. The shadow shifted and shades of green showed in the reflection of the light. The giggles came from the form as it slowly moved down to the floor and looked like a puddle before it stretched toward the air and morphed into a human shape, bright green eyes opened and a sharp, toothy smile grew into a grin.

“It’s not nice to throw things at your housemates~” 

[goodnightoilcountry]

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[the-mxster]

Tensimm+Donna incorrect quotes (pt7)

Pt 1 Pt 6

Doctor: I know you snuck out last night, Master.

Master in his head: Play dumb! 
Master: Who's the Master?

Master in his head: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

Donna: The Master just insisted the Doctor and I remember a code word in case we’re ever confronted by their clone or a cyborg doppelgänger and we’re not sure which is the real them and which is the imposter.

Donna: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.

Master: Happy birthday Doctor! I'm your gift!

Doctor, whispering to Donna: Did you get the receipt, or do I have to keep them?

Donna: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Master: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on the Doctor I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

*Later that night*

Master, very much awake: Uh oh.

Master: I feel like the Doctor is looking down on me.

Donna: That’s because they’re on the counter and you’re short.

Doctor to the Master: We smell of sweat and loss.

Doctor : How would you rate your pain?

Donna: 0/10. Would not recommend.

Doctor : Master, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

Master, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

Doctor : Baby vibes... hold gentle... like hamburger.

Master: Punt like football.

Donna: I can't take you seriously wearing that.

Master: Aw, you take me seriously at all?

Donna: Fair point.

Master: Is this about me?

Doctor : No.

Master: Then I've lost interest.

Doctor : The Ocean is a soup.

Donna:

Donna: Do elaborate.

Doctor : What are needed for something to be a soup?

Donna: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Doctor : *Tilts head*

Donna: The Ocean is a Soup.

Doctor : The Ocean is a Soup.

Donna: Do you need help getting up?

Doctor : Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

Doctor : Oh, fiddlesticks.

Donna: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

Doctor : Why aren’t you sleeping?

Master: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Doctor .

Doctor :

Master: ...The nightmares.

Doctor : *wrapping their arms around Master* Awwww, sweetie-

Doctor : Where are you going?

Master: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

Donna: Why are you late?

Doctor : A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Donna: Overslept?

Doctor : Overslept.

Master: Donna, I need some advice.

Donna: You need advice from ME?

Master: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

Doctor, about to leave the TARDIS: Don’t spend all day watching YouTube, okay?

Master: I FORGE MY OWN PATH!!

Doctor: Master, are you okay?!

Master : I told you to stop asking stupid questions!

Donna, shooing the Doctor away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

Donna: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're impressed.

Master: But you do know better.

Doctor, texting Donna: Text me when you’re home safely.

Donna: I’m home dangerously.

Doctor : Stop it.

Donna: I’m home lethally.

Doctor : Bro-

Master: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Master: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Doctor : So I have made the decision to trust you.

Master: A horrible decision, really.

Donna: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen?

Doctor : Neither.

Doctor : Because it's twelve.

Donna: My head hurts.

Master: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

Master: What has the galaxy ever done for you?! Why would you wanna save it?!

Doctor : Cause I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!

Doctor: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Donna: Heck.

Doctor: You're on thin fucking ice.

Doctor: Oh no-

Doctor : Master, you’re such a genius!

Master: Yes, I know.

Donna: My expectations were low but holy fuck.

Master: I don't dab. I stab.

Master: I thought you were going to give me a book recommendation or something.

Donna: *laughs* Book recommendation? I can’t read!

Master: Donna, I sense hostility.

Donna: Good, because I hate you.

Donna: *accidentally hits the Master with their car*

Master: You hit me with your car.

Donna: You hit my car with your body.

*While planning to break in somewhere*

Doctor: Hey, let's do "Get Help!"

Master: What?

Doctor: "Get Help."

Master: No.

Doctor: C'mon, you love it!

Master: I hate it.

Doctor: It's great! It works every time!

Master: It's humiliating.

Doctor: Do you have a better plan?

Master: No.

Doctor: We're doing it!

Master: We are not doing "Get Help!"

*A Minute Later*

Doctor, carrying Master: Get help! Please! They're dying! Help Them! *throws Master at guards, knocking them out*

Doctor: Ahh, classic!

Master: *gets up* I still hate it. It's humiliating.

Doctor, laughing: Not for me, it's not.

Doctor: Do you know a turtles only weakness?

Donna: No... well, their slowness.

Doctor: Their weaknesss is they can't roll over when they are on their backs.

Doctor: Now I have a plan.

Doctor: If I duct tape two turtles together, they'll be unstoppable.

Donna: Doctor, you know the Master better than anyone. I’m sure you’ll find the perfect gift.

Doctor: And you’re sure its not…

Donna: It’s not a tie.

Doctor: okay.

Doctor : There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Master: Nope, there's 26.

Doctor : Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Master: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Doctor : You'll get the D later ;).

Master: Wow, Doctor , you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Doctor : We literally slept together yesterday.

Master: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Doctor: I don't want to fight you!

Donna: I wouldn't want you to fight me either!

Master: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks!

Donna: Why would I do that?

Master: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!

Doctor: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Master: What did you do?

Doctror: A MISTAKE

Master: *walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone*

Doctor : Hey, Master, how was your day?

Master: *picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Doctor * Hell.

Donna, watching this unfold: *whispers* Who hurt you?

Master: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them

Doctor : *looks at Donna*

Doctor : Baby girl. Baby.

Doctor : *looks at Master*

Doctor : Evil.

Donna: Master, what do you have?

Master: A KNIFE!

Donna: Okay, have fu-

Doctor : NO!

Master: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Doctor: Actually, Master, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

Donna: I’m here for the cult stuff.

Master: How did you find us?

Donna: I saw your ad on craigslist.

Master: I’m not lazy, I just find it hard to put effort into things I’m not passionate about.

Donna: What are you passionate about?

Master: Sleeping

Master: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Donna: If it pleases the court I would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT!

Master: ...

Doctor: Hopefully the Master has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Master: Oh, shut up and die Doctor.

Master: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.

Master: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

Donna: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli.

Master, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

Master: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Master: *punches wall*

Master:

Master: Take me to the hospital.

Master: Just because I'm too short to reach the lowest self in the cabinet doesn't mean you shouldn't watch out for your kneecaps.

Donna: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

Doctor: Hey, are you okay?

Donna: Yeah.

Doctor: You don't look okay...

Donna: Then stop looking.

Donna: How many kids do you have?

Doctor: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Doctor: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Donna: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky, they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Donna: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Master: Literally or figuratively?

Donna: I have to specify?

Master: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

Doctor: ...My man, Master just killed a goldfish.

Master: *licking their lips* Yup. Delicious.

Doctor: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Donna: We got spring water

Doctor: NO.

Master: with EXTRA minerals

Donna: it's like licking a stalagmite

Doctor: DON'T COME HOME.

Master: Mmmmm cave water

Donna: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Doctor: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Doctor: Donna, can I talk to you for a second?

Donna: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and the Master are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Doctor: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Doctor: If Donna and I were drowning, who would you save?

Master: You two can swim…

Donna: It's a hypothetical question, Master! who would you save?

Master: my time and effort.

Donna: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Master: They do.

Doctor: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

Master: If you had to choose between the Doctor and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Donna: That depends, how much money are we taking about?

Doctor: Donna!

Master: 63 cents.

Donna: I'll take the money.

Doctor: DONNA!!!

Doctor: I hardly slept last night
Donna: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you. Someone who loves you.
Doctor: Who would be thinking about me at 3 a.m.?
Master: [gay panic]

Donna: Doctor, is that a hickey? 
Doctor: It’s just a mosquito bite. 
Master: *walks in the room*
Donna: How’s it going, mosquito.

Master: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Doctor: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Master: Absolutely not.

Doctor: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one.
Master: Erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win!

*later*
Doctor: They're probably just staring at my ass, aren't they

Donna: Only just figuring that out now?

Donna: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Doctor: Oh, I’m always running

Doctor: The question is from what

Master: I actually have a black belt.

Donna: In what, karate?

Master: No, from Gucci.

Donna: I like your top, Master!
Doctor: I have a name, you know.
Master: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

Doctor *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?
Master: Like its slips on and off really easily.
Doctor: 
Master: No, I didn't mean it like that-
Donna: We know what you meant.

Doctor: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Master: Thank you

Doctor: I didn't say that was a good thing

Master: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Master: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Master: So that’s my plan.

Donna: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Master: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Donna: It fucking sucks.

Master: That’s not constructive criticism.

Doctor: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

Master: Three words.

Doctor:

Doctor: I made tea.

Master: I don’t want tea.

Doctor: I didn’t make tea for you. This is my tea.

Master: Then why are you telling me?

Doctor: It’s a conversation starter.

Master: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Doctor: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Doctor, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Donna: How?

Doctor: How what?

Donna: How could they be worse?

Doctor: They couldn’t, I lied.

Donna: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you

Master: 10 times 0 is still 0 though

Donna: Jokes on you, I can't do math

Master: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Doctor: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Master: Death is a social construct.

Doctor: Am I going too far?

Master: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

Doctor: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Donna: How can you still say that?

Doctor: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Master: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you

Doctor: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

Master, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Doctor: You did WHAT–

Donna: William Snakepeare

Doctor: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Donna: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Master: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Donna: Good thinking.

Donna: You have to apologise to the Doctor

Master: Fine.

Master: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Doctor: Dandelions symbolise everything I want to be in life

Donna: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Doctor: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Master: edible

Donna: What did you do with the body?

Master: What didn’t I do with the body?

Donna:

Master: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.

Donna: We need to get through this locked door. Doctor, give me your credit card.

Doctor: Here.

Donna, pocketing it: Thanks. Master, kick down the door.

Doctor: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Master: The cow???

Doctor: What?

Donna: Master, W H Y?

Doctor: HELP! I TOLD DONNA I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Master, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Donna: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Master: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Doctor: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Doctor please come to the front desk?

Doctor, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to the Master and Donna

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Master and Donna, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Doctor: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Master: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

Donna: We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare.

Master: Scrabble? Scrabble's great.

Donna: Not when you're playing with the Doctor, it's not. They put words like "ephemeral" and I put "dog

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt. 10 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, (other parts in my Masterlist!)

(Fem reader x Chris sturniolo, arguements, mean & suggestive comments about y/n, idk)

A/n: bro the negative tension and uncomfortableness in this part is too real.. y/n eats Evan up at the end yall.

“Good looking too.” My mom raises her eyebrows to me and smirks, “yep.” I awkwardly say before turning back around on my heels and going to walk up the stairs, “wait, I wasn’t finished talking.” My mom spoke, her happy tone faltering slightly. I turn back around and she motions for me to sit on the couch.

I sit down and she sits in the arm chair opposite me, “what?” I ask impatiently, “watch your tone.” She tilts her head and clears her throat before continuing and I look down at my hands, “The Watsons invited us for dinner later.” My head shoots up at her, “you’re talking about the Watsons as in Evan Watson?” My eyes widen.

“Yeah and I said we’d go, for old time sake.” She smiles, completely ignoring the discomfort in my body language and voice. “No.” I scoff before standing up and walking to the stairs, “excuse me? You are coming, they miss seeing you!” My mom tries to convince me. “No!” I repeat, “their son is an asshole who treats girls like shit!” My tone loudens and my mother’s smile drops.

She walks towards me her teeth gritted, “We are going, maybe Evan will be nice.” I scoff and roll my eyes, “I shouldn’t even be letting you do anything nice after you attacked Evans best friend.” My mom hisses, “I’m doing this so you can have a nice future!”

“No, you’re doing this so you can have a good reputation and you want me and Evan to end up together so you’re the mother of the girl who married into the Watson’s family,” I walk closer to her, “I said this yesterday, me and Evan are never going to be together.” I rub either side of my temples.

“Evan probably won’t even be there, since he has friends.” My mom swallows angrily, “he won’t?” I ask again, not truly believing her. “I’ll ask them now,” she pulls out her phone and starts typing.

5 minutes later she smiles, “I just checked with his mother and he’s not gonna be there because he’s got football practice.” She smiles, “you comforted now?” I shrug. “I’m only coming because I don’t think I have another choice.” I walk up the stairs, “put on a pretty dress!” My mother calls up.

We have to leave at 5pm, it’s 4pm right now, I call Chris and he picks up instantly, “you okay?” He asks, “no, I have to go for dinner at.. guess whose house.” I answer, “I don’t know.” He replies confused. “Evans house, apparently he won’t be there but my mom is forcing me to go.” I whine, “what the fuck.” Chris says, “I know, I’ll text or call you if anything goes wrong.” I look through my wardrobe, “yeah do that, promise me you’ll be okay.” Chris spoke softly. “Yeah of course, I gotta get dressed now but I’ll talk to you later?” I ask, “yeah of course, talk to you later ma.” He hangs up.

I put on a purple dress, I look in my mirror, that dress makes you look fat. Evans words rang through my ears, this was the dress I wore to my 16th birthday party, but he made me feel so bad about myself, not a good memory attached to this dress. I rip the dress off and grab a red satin dress that I had, I can’t remember when I got it.

I slip into the dress, it’s a dark red and backless, it goes to just above my knees, I don’t know if it’s too revealing but I’ll pair it with a jacket for my own comfort, I grab a creme jacket and do my hair and place a creme bow in the back. I look down at the blood stained ring on my hand, the blood wouldn’t come off even in the shower.

I shrug and keep it on.

“You look, nice.” My mom says, she’s wearing a black dress that goes just past her knees, she’s wearing black heels too, I’m just in white sneakers. She looks at my choice of footwear and rolls her eyes, “come on.” We walk outside and into the car. At this point it’s 4:57pm and we should get there at 5:15, knowing it’s only a 15 min drive to his house.

We pull into his large driveway, his massive house infront of us, three stories and very victorian style. I don’t even know how we got together in the first place since he was rich as fuck and I was.. managing to get by.

“Brings back old memories huh?” My mom smiles at me, I shrug. The only memory it brings for me is the time he tried to, you know.

We knock at the door and Evans mom, Katherine opens the door, she looks at me and smiles. “Don’t you look so beautiful!” She pulls me in for a hug and I stand rigid. “Thanks.” I whisper. “Evan will be happy to see you.” She replies, I instantly look to my mom who awkwardly looks away and smiles at Katherine.

She leads us into the house and me and my mom follow, “you said he wasn’t gonna be here!” I whisper yell, “there was no other way to get you to come.” She keeps a straight face and doesn’t look at me. “You’re a liar.” I sigh and she ignores me.

We walk into their massive living room, the tall windows and ceiling haven’t changed much. I see his father James walk up to us, he looks at me and then at my mom and quickly back to me, he smirks at me “you have grown up in the past year huh?” He looks me up and down, causing me to wrap my jacket around me further, I shrug.

I sit down on the large couch next to my mom as she talks to Katherine and James, Katherine directs her attention to me, “so.. how’s school?” She asks smiling kindly, Katherine is the only one of the Watsons that has some sort of genuine niceness to her.

“I don’t know..” I mumble, “She’s lying.” A voice comes from behind me, Evan. He sits down next to me and looks at his mom, “she’s a trouble maker now, it’s the boy she hangs out with.” He looks at me smirking, I have felt eyes burning into me the whole time I’ve been sat here, James is staring but not in a normal way, he’s always been kinda pervy.

“Oh? Who’s the boy?” Katherine asks me, “its-” Evan goes to speak but I cut him off, “I can speak for myself, his names Chris.” I glare at Evan before smiling at Katherine. She nods.

A lady walks into the living room, “dinner is ready.” They are so fucking rich they have a chef and a maid. We walk to the dining hall and I sit down next to my mother, Katherine opposite my mother, James at the head of the table and Evan across from me. The maid places the plates in-front of us, it’s steak.

I drown out the conversation between my mom and Katherine, James adding into the conversation too. I feel someone kick my leg under the table, I look up at Evan and he’s grinning, I roll my eyes and continue to move my steak around the plate. “Doesnt y/n look beautiful?” Katherine asks Evan and James, Evan shrugs but James replies, “she’s growing into an attractive young lady, yes.” He smirks at me.

His eyes seem to be not focused on my face but my chest. Evan clears his throat and goes to speak, “so you finally watching your weight or something? Because you haven’t touched the steak.” He spoke to me, an evil smile creeps over his face, I don’t have a reason to watch my weight, Evan is just a dick who likes to make me feel bad about myself.

My mother smiles at him, not even defending me, Katherine nudges his elbow. “That is not how you talk to a woman Evan,” she spoke angrily and looks to me before smiling, “ignore him darling you’re gorgeous.” James obviously agrees with her, creep.

“Do you two talk in school?” My mother asks Evan, pointing between me and him. I shrug, “stop shrugging its rude.” My mom quietly hisses to me, “you could say that.” Evan smirks. My mom looks at me with hope in her eyes, “if you’re talking about threatening me and being rude to me and my boyfriend then yeah I guess we do talk.” I scowl at Evan.

Katherine looks to Evan in confusion, Evans brows knit together and tilts his head glaring at me before turning to his mother, “what does she mean?” She asked him, “she’s lying.” Is all he answers with. “You always accuse me of lying especially after..” Evan clears his throat loudly, cutting me off.

I stand up and lean on the table “Can I use your bathroom?” I ask urgently. Katherine nods, “of course, you remember where it is?” She smiles awkwardly, “yeah.” I say and walk out the dining room. “Sorry about her.” I hear my mom say.

I get in the bathroom and lock the door behind me, looking in the mirror. “Fuck this.” I whisper. I hear a knock on the door, “what?” There’s no reply so I open the door, Evan is standing there looking down at me.

“Fuck you scared me.” I flinch. He chuckles, “I’m sorry about what happened in there, I don’t want to be there just as much as you.” He whispers, leaning in close to me. “I doubt it, it’s your fucking house I never wanted to come back here.” I look down at my feet, feeling intimidated by his light green eyes, staring into my soul.

“So he’s your boyfriend now?” He asks me smirking, I nod uncomfortably and push past him before walking out in the hallway. “Wait.” He says and grabs my arm turning me around to him. “Let go.” I say coldly and he does. “It was kinda badass of you to beat up Michael.” He leans into me again and I lean away. “Yeah I guess.” I awkwardly spoke.

“Your knuckles are cut up huh?” He grabs my hand and his thumb grazes over my knuckles causing me to squint in pain. “Don’t do that.” I stare at him angrily, pulling my hand out of his grip. I turn around to walk away again and he smirks following behind me. “I’ve redecorated my room, wanna see?” He asks me from behind, the obvious grin in his voice.

“Of course!” I sarcastically say, flashing him a fake smile. “Of course not. I don’t want to go to the exact room you tried to attack me in.” I continue walking down the hallway and he grabs my shoulders, stilling my walk. “Maybe I wouldn’t have almost done that to you if you weren’t such a pussy, at that rate you’re gonna be a virgin forever.” He whispered into my ear.

Anger fills my face, who does he think he is? He has no right to say shit like that. “No I won’t.” I laugh, knowing that I’m not a virgin and when he finds out he’s gonna go mad. “Oh yeah?” He asks and I continue walking, him next to me.

“Did you see Chris at lunch?” I ask him, obviously he didn’t because Chris skipped so he could be with me. “No, nobody knew where he was.” He replied, I smirk, “I knew where he was.” I look up at Evan and I point at my chest. He tilts his head, “oh really?” He smirks down at me raising an eyebrow.

How big is this fucking house, I’ve been walking around in circles because Evan keeps fucking distracting me. “Yep he was at my house,” Evans smirk drops, and I grin up at him, “guess what we were doing.” I glare at him, lowering my tone.

His eyebrows furrow, “what?” His voice softens, “it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out, me and Chris in my room, in my bed.. home alone..” I slow my tone at the end of it and I wait for Evan to realise, a smile creeps across my face as his face switches to shock.

“You weren’t.” He whispers, his ego has clearly taken a hit as his face drops. I nod and smirk before walking away back into the dining room, “can we go?” I ask my mom, making her jump as I came up behind her.

“Fine, we’ve finished eating anyway.” she looks at my half eaten steak and at the maid cleaning up the dishes. Evan looks very offended and doesn’t speak. “Have you two sorted your differences?” Katherine asks as we leave the dining room, “something like that.” I look up at her smiling before throwing Evan a snarky look, he just glares at me.

We walk to the door and Katherine hugs us goodbye and this time I actually hug her back.

My mom gets into the car and so do I.

A/n: y/n is actually a girl boss, Evan fuck outta here tryna manipulate her by being flirty. Also James can make his way to the ‘to catch a predator’ set because he’s a perv!

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[wellthebardsdead]

Fools prayer pt7

Part 6 here

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Nerevar: *steps back into his office with a deep and heavy sigh as he closes the door. His communion with Boethia silent. And Azura too far gone to answer his call* I don’t understand… *rubs his face leaning against the door as he recalls his dream, Mephala strung up within red mountain, her body split open and her heart beating in place of the heart of creation* if she was the one responsible, why was she-

*creak*

Nerevar: *immediately snaps to attention, drawing his lance and casting detect life… but sensing nothing* … gods im tired… *sets his lance down and walks to his desk before pausing as he sees the door to his safe unlocked but not open* huh? *quickly opens it up and sighs with relief to find Vivec’s spear still inside, where Beyte Fyr had placed it… but next to it, a familiar golden mask with three eyes whose mere presence sent shivers down his spine* Wh-what?… *reaches in with a trembling hand, picking it up and staring at it in shock* how did-

“You freed me. From the curse she’d condemned me to.”

Nerevar: *drops the mask and spins around in shock to see… Voryn… alive, his long dark hair tucked behind his, and his skin just as good as the precious metals adorning him, contrasting the red paint decorating it beautifully, exactly how he remembered him… his closest friend* voryn? I- I’m dreaming. I have to be. Or I’ve lost my min- *blinks and shivers as voryn suddenly appears right in front of him, the councillors slender and soft hands sliding up his armoured shoulders to his neck, and slowly creeping up a little further to hold his face lovingly as his lips falter so close to his own* Mephala wanted us dead. She wanted me dead. But now I’m free, we’re free… we can be together… together at last… *leans in closer pressing his lips to the other chimers, his skin cold against nerevars, his touch cold, his body cold… no pulse. No heart.*

Nerevar: *closes his eyes and moans softly into the kiss, wanting for a moment to give in and reach out to take hold of him, but ultimately deciding to not feed into his dreams as he opens his eyes and stifles a scream seeing Voryns skin now grey, and three red eyes, locked onto his* WHAT IN-

???: neht?

Nerevar: *jolts awake to find himself at his desk, his neck and back aching as he lifts his head from the scattered parchment he’d fallen asleep reading* Ah- wh-what? I- huh- *freezes seeing a familiar figure standing at his door, Vivec* Vehk, what are you doing up? You need to be-

Vivec: *walks quietly from the door, past his desk and to the safe, before bending down before it and picking up the mask of dagoth ur* …Mephala… didn’t lie to me completely then… *looks to him with fear lingering behind his eyes* Dagoth Ur was never the true threat… it was Voryn. *sets it down on his desk and shakily hugs his robe tighter, the dim glow of the candlelight finally showing the sweat on his brow and the tussled mess his pillow had made of his now short hair* I expect you’re used to him coming to you in your dreams by now?…

Nerevar: he came to you as well?…

Vivec: he… *sighs recalling it* he did… I almost prefer my visits to cold harbour over his presence in my sleep…

Nerevar: he didn’t hurt you did he?… *stands from his desk and picks his cape up from his chair, draping it around Vivec like a blanket as he closes the gap between them*

Vivec: *smiles and hugs it close, his heart feeling a deep warmth that seeps into his soul, that they could return to such friendly, comfortable familiarity so quickly despite all that had happened* no… and I think that’s what scared me so much about it… I opened my eyes and he was at my bedside… he promised I’d be, looked after, when he’d at last he by your side again… so I pushed my way out of the dream and came to find you.

Nerevar: pushed your way out of the dre- *blinks and staggers back, seeing vivec no longer there, and his cape on the floor* … *picks it up and turns to run out the door thinking it was open only to smack face first into it hard* UURGH!!! IM TIRED OF DREAMS BLURRING WITH REALITY I THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH THIS! *fumbles for the knob and finally staggers out into and up the hall, his pace only quickening as he hears Vivec gasping for breath behind the door of his room* Vehk?! Vivec?! *opens it to find Vivec sitting upright in his bed, the guards assigned to his room trying to help him breath while another checks the window and room for any signs of an intruder* I- Vivec?

Vivec: *pale as sheet as he slowly turns his gaze to him, evidently having seen something as his mind entered back into his own when it left nerevars* he actually did it… we… we can’t kill him.

Nerevar: what do you mean he did it?… what do you mean we can’t kill him?…

Vivec: the heart… he bound the good daedra to it with him… mephalas plan. My actions… it was all for nothing. *swallows a lump in his throat* It’s my fault… I should have never turned on her.

[shuxiii]

Everyday pt.2

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13

a/n some kid kept begging for a pt 2 to me so I did, and still credits are all given to the real author ''every day'' by David Levithan

TW: drugs, profanities

Day 5995

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

I am not there. I am not in Minji’s bed, not in Minji’s body.

Today I am Huening Bahiyyih. I have slept through the alarm, and her mother is mad.

“Get up!” she yells, shaking my new body. “You have twenty minutes, and then Kai leaves!”

“Okay, Mom,” I groan.

“Mom! If your mother was here, I can’t imagine what she’d say!”

I quickly access Bahiyyih’s mind. Grandmother, then. Mom’s already left for work.

As I stand in the shower, trying to remind

myself I have to make it a quick one, I lose myself for a minute in thoughts of Hanni. I’m sure I dreamt of her. I wonder: If I started dreaming when I was in Minji’s body, did she continue the dream? Will she wake up thinking sweetly of her?

Or is that just another kind of dream on my part?

“Bahiyyih! Come on!”

I get out of the shower, dry off, and get dressed quickly. Bahiyyih is not, I can tell, a particularly popular girl. The few photos of friends she has around seem halfhearted, and her clothing choices are more like a sixteen-year-olds than a nineteen-year-old’s.

I head into the kitchen and the grandmother glares at me.

“Don’t forget your clarinet,” she warns.

“I won’t,” I mumble.

There’s a boy at the table giving me an evil look. Bahiyyih’s brother, I assume—and then confirm it. Kai. A senior. My ride to school.

I have gotten very used to the fact that most mornings in most homes are exactly the same. Stumbling out of the bed. Stumbling into the shower. Mumbling over the breakfast table. Or, if the parents are still asleep, the tiptoe out of the house. The only way to keep it interesting is to look for the variations.

This morning’s variation comes care of Kai, who lights up a joint the minute we get into the car. I’m assuming this is part of his morning routine, so I make sure Bahiyyih doesn’t seem as surprised as I am.

Still, Kai hazards a “Don’t say a word” about three minutes into the ride. I stare out the window. Two minutes later, he says, “Look, I don’t need your judgment, okay?” The joint is done by then; it doesn’t make him any mellower.

I prefer to be an only child. In the long term, I can see how siblings could be helpful in life—someone to share family secrets with, someone of your own generation who knows if your memories are right or not, someone who sees you at eight and eighteen and forty-eight all at once, and doesn’t mind. I understand that. But in the short term, siblings are at best a hassle and at worst a terror.

Most of the abuse I have suffered in my admittedly unusual life has come from brothers and sisters, with older brothers and older sisters being, by and large, the worst offenders. At first I was naïve, and assumed that brothers and sisters were natural allies, instant companions.

And sometimes the context would allow this to happen—if we were on a family trip, for example, or if it was a lazy Sunday where teaming up with me was my sibling’s only form of entertainment. But on ordinary days, the rule is competition, not collaboration. There are times when I wonder whether brothers and sisters are, in fact, the ones who sense that something is off with whatever person I’m inhabiting, and move to take advantage.

When I was eight, an older sister told me we were going to run away together—then abandoned the “together” part when we got to the train station, leaving me to wander there for hours, too scared to ask for help—scared that she would find out and berate me for ending our game. As a boy, I’ve had brothers—both older and younger—wrestle me, hit me, kick me, bite me, shove me, and call me more names than I could ever catalog.

The best I can hope for is a quiet sibling. At first I have Kai pegged as one of those. In the car, it appears I am wrong. But then, once we get out at school, it appears I am right again. With other kids around, he retreats into invisibility, keeping his head down as he makes his way inside, leaving me completely behind. No goodbye, no have-a-nice-day. Just a quick glance to see that my door is closed before he locks the car.

“What are you looking at?” a voice asks from over my left shoulder as I watch him enter school alone.

I turn around and do some serious accessing.

Eunchae. Best friend since fourth grade.

“Just my brother.”

“Why? He’s such a waste of space.”

Here’s the strange thing: I am fine thinking the same words myself, but hearing them come out of Eunchae’s mouth makes me feel defensive.

“Come on,” I say.

“Come on? Are you kidding me?”

Now I think: She knows something I don’t. I decide to keep my mouth shut.

She seems relieved to change the subject.

“What did you do last night?” she asks.

Flashes of Hanni rise in my mind’s eye. I try to tamp them down, but they’re not that easy to contain. Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and wants to be every word you say.

“Not much,” I push on, not bothering to access Hanni. This answer always works, no matter what the question. “You?”

“You didn’t get my text?”

I mumble something about my phone dying.

“That explains why you haven’t asked me yet! Guess what. Kyujin IM’d me! We chatted for, like, almost an hour.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, isn’t it?” Eunchae sighs contentedly. “After all this time. I didn’t even know she knew my screen name. You didn’t tell her, did you?”

More accessing. This is the kind of question that can really trip a person up. Maybe not right away. But in the future. If Bahiyyih claims she wasn’t the one who told Kyujin, and Eunchae finds out she was, it could throw their friendship off balance. Or if Bahiyyij claims she was, and Eunchae finds out she wasn’t.

Kyujin is Kyujin Jang, a junior who Eunchae's had a crush on for at least three weeks. Bahiyyih doesn’t know her well, and I can’t find a memory of giving a screen name to her. I think it’s safe.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t.”

“Well, I guess she really had to work hard to find it,” she says. (Or, I think, she just saw it on your Facebook profile.)

I immediately feel guilty for my snarky thoughts. This is the hard part about having best friends that I feel no attachment to—I don’t give them any benefit of the doubt. And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

Eunchae is very excited about Kyujin, so I pretend to be very excited for her. It’s only after we separate for homeroom that I feel an emotion kicking at me, one I thought I had under control: jealousy. Although I am not articulating it to myself in so many words, I am feeling jealous that Eunchae can have Kyujin while I can never have Hanni.

Ridiculous, I chastise myself. You are being ridiculous.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

Third period is band class. I tell the teacher that I left my clarinet at home, even though it’s in my locker. Bahiyyih gets marked down and has to take the class as a study hall, but I don’t care.

I don’t know how to play the clarinet.

Word about Eunchae and Kyujin travels fast. All of our friends are talking about it, and mostly they’re pleased. I can’t tell, though, whether they’re pleased because it’s a perfect match or because now Eunchae will shut up about it.

When I see Kyujin at lunchtime, I am unsurprised by how unremarkable she is. People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be. It’s almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

Kyujin comes over at lunch to say hi, but she doesn’t stay to eat with us, even though we make room for her at our table. Eunchae doesn’t seem to notice this; she’s just giddy that she’s come by, that she didn’t dream the whole IM exchange, that chatting has escalated into speaking … and who knows what will happen next? As I suspected, Bahiyyih does not move in a fast crowd. These girls are thinking of kissing, not sex. The lips are the gates of their desire.

I want to run away again, to skip the second half of the day.

But it wouldn’t be right, without her.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that’s always the case. My life doesn’t add up to anything.

Except, for an afternoon, it did.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

Early sixth period, right after lunch, my brother is called down to the principal’s office.

At first I think I may have heard it wrong. But then I see other people in class looking at me, including Eunchae, who has pity in her eyes. So I must have heard it right.

I am not alarmed. I figure if it was something really bad, they would have called us both. Nobody in my family has died. Our house hasn’t burned down. It’s Kai’s business, not mine.

Eunchae sends me a note. What happened?

I send a shrug in her direction. How am I supposed to know?

I just hope I haven’t lost my ride home.

Sixth period ends. I gather my books and head to English class. The book is Beowulf, so I’m completely prepared. I’ve done this unit plenty of times.

I’m about ten steps away from the classroom when someone grabs me.

I turn, and there’s Kai.

Kai, bleeding.

“Shh,” he says. “Just come with me.”

“What happened?” I ask.

“Just shh, okay?”

He’s looking around like he’s being chased. I decide to go along. After all, this is more exciting than Beowulf.

We get to a supply closet. He motions me in.

“Are you kidding me?” I say.

“Bahiyyih.”

There’s no arguing. I follow him in. I find the light switch easily.

He’s breathing hard. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything.

“Tell me what happened,” I say.

“I think I might be in trouble.”

“Duh. I heard you called to the principal’s office. Why aren’t you down there?”

“I was down there. I mean, before the announcement. But then I … left.”

“You bolted from the principal’s office?”

“Yeah. Well, the waiting room. They went to check my locker. I’m sure of it.”

The blood is coming from a cut above his eye.

“Who hit you?” I ask.

“It doesn’t matter. Just shut up and listen to me, okay?”

“I’m listening, but you’re not saying anything!”

I don’t think Bahiyyih usually talks back to her older brother. But I don’t care. He isn’t really paying attention to me, anyway.

“They’re going to call home, okay? I need you to back me up.” He hands me his keys. “Just go home after school and see what the situation is. I’ll call you.”

Luckily, I know how to drive.

When I don’t argue, he takes it as acquiescence.

“Thanks,” he tells me.

“Are you going to the principal’s office now?” I ask him.

He leaves without an answer.

Eunchae has the news by the end of the day. Whether it’s the truth doesn’t really matter. It’s the news that’s going around, and she’s eager to report it to me.

“Your brother and Josh Wolf got into a fight out by the field, during lunch. They’re saying it had to do with drugs, and that your brother is a dealer or something. I mean, I knew he was into pot and everything, but I had no idea he dealt. He and Josh were dragged down to the principal’s office, but Kai decided to run. Can you believe it? They were paging him to come back. But I don’t think he did.”

“Who’d you hear it from?” I ask. She’s giddy with excitement.

“From Kyujin! She wasn’t out there, but some of the guys she hangs out with saw the fight and everything.”

I see now that the fact that Kyujin told her is the bigger news here. She’s not so selfish that she wants me to congratulate her, not with my brother in trouble. But it’s clear what her priority is.

“I’ve got to drive home,” I say.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Eunchae asks. “I don’t want you to have to walk in there alone.”

For a second, I’m tempted. But then I imagine her giving Kyujin the blow-by-blow account of what went down, and even if that’s not a fair assumption to make, it’s enough to make me realize I don’t want her there.

“It’s okay,” I say. “If anything, this is really going to make me look like the good daughter.”

Eunchae laughs, but more out of support than humor.

“Tell Kyujin I say hi,” I say playfully as I close my locker.

She laughs again. This time, out of happiness.

“Where is she?”

I haven’t even stepped through the kitchen door and the interrogation begins.

Bahiyyih’s mother, father, and grandmother are all there, and I don’t need to access her mind to know this is an unusual occurrence at three in the afternoon.

“I have no idea,” I say. I’m glad he didn’t tell me; this way, I don’t have to lie.

“What do you mean, you have no idea?” my father asks. He’s the lead inquisitor in this family.

“I mean, I have no idea. He gave me the keys to the car, but he wouldn’t tell me what was going on.”

“And you let him walk away?”

“I didn’t see any police chasing after him,” I say. Then I wonder if there are, in fact, police chasing after him.

My grandmother snorts in disgust.

“You always take his side,” my father intones. “But not this time. This time you are going to tell us everything.”

He doesn’t realize he’s just helped me. Now I know that Bahiyyih always takes Kai’s side. So my instinct is correct.

“You probably know more than I do,” I say.

“Why would your brother and Josh Wolf have a fight?” my mother asks, genuinely bewildered. “They’re such good friends!”

My mental image of Josh Wolf is of a ten-year-old, leading me to believe that at one point, my brother probably was good friends with Josh Wolf. But not anymore.

“Sit down,” my father commands, pointing to a kitchen chair.

I sit down.

“Now … where is he?”

“I genuinely don’t know.”

“She’s telling the truth,” my mother says. “I can tell when she’s lying.”

Even though I have way too many control issues to do drugs myself, I am starting to get a sense of why Kai likes to get stoned.

“Well, let me ask this, then,” my father continues. “Is your brother a drug dealer?”

This is a very good question. My instinct is no. But a lot depends on what happened on the field with Josh Wolf.

So I don’t answer. I just stare.

“Josh Wolf says the drugs in his jacket were sold to him by your brother,” my father prods. “Are you saying they weren’t?”

“Did they find any drugs on Kai?” I ask.

“No,” my mother answers.

“And in his locker? Didn’t they search his locker?”

My mother shakes her head.

“And in his room? Did you find any in his room?”

My mother actually looks surprised.

“I know you looked in his room,” I say.

“We haven’t found anything,” my father answers. “Yet. And we also need to take a look in that car. So if you will please give me the keys …”

I am hoping that Kai was smart enough to clear out the car. Either way, it’s not up to me. I hand over the keys.

Unbelievably, they’ve searched my room, too.

“I’m sorry,” my mother says from the hallway, tears in her eyes now. “He thought your brother might have hidden the drugs in here. Without you knowing.”

“It’s fine,” I say, more to get her out of the room than anything else. “I’m just going to clean up now.”

But I’m not quick enough. My phone rings. I hold it so my mom can’t see Kai’s name on the display.

“Hi, Eunchae,” I say.

Kai is at least smart enough to keep his voice down so it won’t be overheard.

“Are they mad?” he whispers.

I want to laugh. “What do you think?”

“That bad?”

“They’ve ransacked his room, but they haven’t found anything. They’re looking in his car now!”

“Don’t tell her that!” my mother says. “Get off the phone.”

“Sorry—Mom’s here, and not happy about me talking to you about this. Where are you? Are you at home? Can I call you back?”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, he really does have to come home eventually, doesn’t he?”

“Look … meet me in a half hour at the playground, okay?”

“I really have to go. But, yes, I’ll do that.”

I hang up. My mother is still looking at me.

“I’m not the one you’re mad at!” I remind her.

Poor Bahiyyih will have to clean up the mess in her room tomorrow morning—I can’t be bothered to figure out where everything goes. That would take too much accessing, and the priority is finding out which playground Kai means. There’s one at an elementary school about four blocks from the house. I assume that’s the place.

It’s not easy to sneak out of the house. I wait until the three of them return to Kai’s room to tear it apart again, then skulk out the back door. I know this is a risky maneuver—the minute they realize I’m gone, there will be hell to pay. But if Kai comes back with me, that’ll all be forgotten.

I know I should be focusing on the matter at hand, but I can’t help but think of Hanni. School’s now over for her, too. Is she hanging out with Minji? If so, is she treating her well? Did anything about yesterday rub off on her?

I hope, but never expect.

Kai’s nowhere to be found, so I head to the swings and hang in the air for a while. Eventually, he appears on the sidewalk and heads over to me.

“You always pick that swing,” he says, sitting down on the swing next to mine.

“I do?” I say.

“Yeah.”

I wait for him to say something else. He doesn’t.

“Kai,??? I finally say. “What happened?”

He shakes his head. He’s not going to tell me.

I stop swinging and plant my feet on the ground.

“This is stupid, Kai. You have five seconds to tell me what happened, or I’m going to head right back home, and you’ll be on your own for whatever happens next.”

Kai is surprised. “What do you want me to say? Josh Wolf gets me my pot. Today we got into a fight over it—he was saying I owed him, when I didn’t. He started pushing me around, so I pushed him back. And we got caught. He had the drugs, so he said I’d just dealt them to him. Real smooth. I said that was totally wrong, but he’s in all AP classes and everything, so who do you think they’re going to believe?”

He has definitely convinced himself it’s the truth. But whether it started out being the truth or not, I can’t tell.

“Well,” I say, “you have to come home. Dad’s trashed your room, but they haven’t found any drugs yet. And they didn’t find any in your locker, and I’m guessing they didn’t find any in the car, or I would’ve heard about it. So right now, it’s all okay.”

“I’m telling you, there aren’t any drugs. I used the weed up this morning. That’s why I needed more from Josh.”

“Josh, your former best friend.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t been friends with him since we were, like, eight.”

I am sensing that this was the last time Kai had a best friend.

“Let’s go,” I tell him. “It’s not the end of the world.”

“Easy for you to say.”

I am not expecting our father to hit Kai. But as soon as he sees him in the house, he decks him.

I think I am the only one who is truly stunned.

“What have you done?” my father is yelling. “What stupid, stupid thing have you done?”

Both my mother and I move to stand between them. Grandma just watches from the sidelines, looking mildly pleased.

“I haven’t done anything!” Kai protests.

“Is that why you ran away? Is that why you are being expelled? Because you haven’t done anything?”

“They won’t expel him until they hear his side of the story,” I point out, fairly sure this is true.

“Stay out of this!” my father warns.

“Why don’t we all sit down and talk this over?” my mother suggests.

The anger rises off my father like heat. I feel myself receding in a way that I’m guessing is not unusual for Bahiyyih when she’s with her family.

I become nostalgic for that first waking moment of the morning, back before I had any idea what ugliness the day would bring.

We sit down this time in the den. Or, rather, Kai, our mother, and I sit down—Kai and me on the couch, our mother in a nearby chair. Our father hovers over us. Our grandmother stays in the doorway as if she’s keeping a lookout.

“You are a drug dealer!” our father yells.

“I am not a drug dealer,” Kai answers. “For one, if I were a drug dealer, I’d have a lot more money. And I’d have a stash of drugs that you would’ve found by now!”

Kai, I think, needs to shut up.

“Josh Wolf was the drug dealer,” I volunteer. “Not Kai.”

“So what was your brother doing—buying from him?”

Maybe, I think, I’m the one who needs to shut up.

“Our fight had nothing to do with drugs,” Kai says. “They just found them on him afterward.”

“Then what were you and Josh fighting about?” our mother asks, as if the fact that these two boyhood chums fought is the most unbelievable thing that’s occurred.

“A girl,” Kai says. “We were fighting about a girl.”

I wonder if Kai thought this one out ahead of time, or whether it’s come to him spontaneously. Whatever the case, it’s probably the only thing he could have possibly said that would have made our parents momentarily … happy might be overstating it. But less angry. They don’t want their son to be buying or selling drugs, being bullied, or bullying anyone else. But fighting over a girl? Perfectly acceptable. Especially since I’m guessing, it’s not like Kai’s ever mentioned a girl to them before.

Kai sees he’s gained ground. He pushes further. “If she found out—oh God, she can’t find out. I know some girls like it when you fight over them, but she definitely doesn’t.”

Mom nods her approval.

“What’s her name?” Dad asks.

“Do I have to tell you?”

“Yes.”

“Yuna. Shin Yuna.”

Wow, he’s even made her Korean. Amazing.

“Do you know this girl?” Dad asks me.

“Yes,” I say. “She’s awesome.” Then I turn to Kai and shoot him fake daggers. “But Romeo over here never told me he was into her. Although now that he says it, it’s starting to make sense. He has been acting very weird lately.”

Mom nods again. “He has.”

Eyes bloodshot, I want to say. Eating a lot of Cheetos. Staring into space. Eating more Cheetos. It must be love. What else could it possibly be?

What was threatening to be an all-out war becomes a war council, with our parents strategizing what the principal can be told, especially about the running away. I hope for Kai’s sake that Shin Yuna is, in fact, a student at the high school, whether he has a crush on her or not. I can’t access any memory of her. If the name rings a bell, the bell’s in a vacuum.

Now that our father can see a way of saving face, he’s almost amiable. Kai’s big punishment is that he has to go clean up his room before dinner.

I can’t imagine I would have gotten the same reaction if I’d beaten up another girl over a boy.

I follow Kai up to his room. When we’re safely inside, door closed, no parents around, I tell him, “That was kinda brilliant.”

He looks at me with unconcealed annoyance and says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Get out of my room.”

This is why I prefer to be an only child.

I have a sense that Bahiyyih would let it go. So I should let it go. That’s the law I’ve set down for myself—don’t disrupt the life you’re living in. Leave it as close to the same as you can.

But I’m pissed. So I diverge a little from the law. I think, perversely, that Hanni would want me to. Even though she has no idea who Kai and Bahiyyih are. Or who I am.

“Look,” I say, “you lying little pothead bitch. You are going to be nice to me, okay? Not only because I am covering your butt, but because I am the one person in the world right now who is being decent to you. Is that understood?”

Shocked, and maybe a little contrite, Kai mumbles his assent.

“Good,” I say, knocking a few things off his shelves. “Now happy cleaning.”

Nobody talks at dinner.

I don’t think this is unusual.

I wait until everyone is asleep before I go on the computer. I retrieve Minji’s email and password from my own email, then log in as her.

There’s an email from Hanni, sent at 10:11 p.m.

M –

I just don’t understand. Was it something I did? Yesterday was so perfect, and today you are mad at me again. if it’s something I did, please tell me, and I’ll fix it. I want us to be together. I want all our days to end on a nice note. not like tonight.

with all my heart, h

I reel back in my seat. I want to hit reply, I want to reassure her that it will be better—but I can’t. You’re not her anymore, I have to remind myself. You’re not there.

And then I think: What have I done?

I hear Kai moving around in his room. Hiding evidence? Or is fear keeping him awake?

I wonder if he’ll be able to pull it off tomorrow.

I want to get back to her. I want to get back to yesterday.

[unclewaynemunson]

Time for the Wingman Wayne AU - Ronance Edition pt7! Only one more to go after this one :’) - Read from the beginning | or on ao3

As soon as they get out of the car, Robin realizes she made a colossal mistake. She should never have come here in the first place. Why did she let Eddie and Steve talk her into this?

It doesn't seem like her date has arrived yet, but none other than Nancy Wheeler is sitting on the tea garden's terrace, some fifty yards away from the parking lot. Even with her back towards them, she's looking like she came straight from a fairytale: her curls are shining golden in the sunlight, she's wearing a fluffy pastel purple cardigan that looks like it's made of the softest wool in the whole universe, and the backdrop of fields filled with flowers blooming in all kinds of colors makes the whole sight so goddamn perfect that it makes Robin want to cry right then and there.

With a whole lot of effort, Robin manages to tear her eyes away from the girl and grabs Steve's arm to get his attention because she would very much like to get out of here before Nancy will notice them standing in the parking lot.

'Steve!' she says in a sort of panicked hiss, emphatically nodding towards the place where Nancy is sitting. 'We need to get out of here!'

He gives her a weirdly tense smile. 'Surprise,' he says, in a thin voice.

Robin feels her jaw drop, unable to do anything but gape at him for a couple of seconds.

'What-' She can't manage more than that one word, for once in her life completely dumbstruck.

'She's your date,' Eddie clarifies. 'Steve was worried about you because you were being so sad and mopey all the time, so I may have slipped and told him about how you couldn't get over Nancy.'

'And I want you to be happy, Robbie,' Steve adds. 'I swear it's not a problem for me. You shouldn't feel guilty about who you like.'

'Steve –'

'I'm serious,' he says, his eyes piercing into Robin's. 'I actually met up with Nance last week and we talked a lot of things through. It was a good bit of closure for both of us. And she told me that she's been struggling to get you out of her mind over the last few weeks, as well, so...' He shrugs kind of awkwardly. 'You should go for it. Please.'

Robin stumbles forward to give him the tightest hug possible, burying her face in his shoulder as he grumbles something about her crushing his bones.

'Thank you,' she says. Then, she pulls back and takes a long moment to look at him, searching for something in his face.

'Are you absolutely sure about this?' she asks him.

She doesn't find any of the disastrously-bad-idea indicators that she's looking for; the only thing she sees on her best friend's face is a genuine smile.

'Hundred percent,' he says, as earnest as can get. 'C'mon, go say hi to her. I figure you'll wanna catch up with each other, go take that walk she wanted to take you on. We'll be waiting for you here while stuffing our faces with scones.'

Robin grins, then takes a deep, shaky breath in an attempt to calm her nerves. And with a salute towards both boys, she walks up to the girl who's still patiently watching over the fields.

'Hi.'

Nancy looks up. She's looking even prettier than Robin remembered, with a slight blush on her cheeks and long lashes framing those beautiful wide eyes of hers. And when she locks those eyes with Robin, a shy smile appears on her face.

'Hi,' she answers.

It feels awkward, to be standing there in front of her, and Robin doesn't really know what to do with the situation.

'I was supposed to meet a blind date here,' she says. It's a poor attempt at a joke, but it still manages to get a chuckle out of Nancy – a chuckle that makes Robin's heart stutter because of how genuinely delighted it sounds.

'Do you know her name, this time?' Nancy asks.

'No, the boys didn't bother to tell me. But apparently she wanted to take me for a walk. Romantic, right?'

Encouraged by Nancy's gorgeous smile, she stretches out her hand. And when Nancy takes it to pull herself up from the bench, every single thought in Robin's brain disappears. She automatically pulls back when Nancy is standing, but Nancy only tightens her grip and intertwines their fingers with each other. Despite the warm sunshine, her hand is cold against Robin's skin. But it's the good kind of cold. It sends a chill down her spine that makes her feel like something that has been slumbering inside of her for years is finally being woken up.

She lets Nancy guide her onto a path leading into the woods, and shoots a quick glance over her shoulder towards Steve and Eddie, who are still standing near the car and shamelessly staring at them with exactly zero subtlety. Robin gives them a tiny wave and Eddie winks at her.

'You're really lucky to have them as your friends,' says Nancy while they let the trees shield them from any probing gazes.

'Yeah, I know. Steve's like, super annoying sometimes, but he's also the most selfless person I know. That's why I was so afraid of hurting him, you know.'

Nancy squeezes her hand. 'Me, too,' she answers. 'I already hurt him so much.'

When Robin gazes down upon her, she sees this guilt-ridden look on her face; she wishes she could take that face in her hands and kiss that look away.

'It's not like you could help it, right?' she says quietly. Steve had talked about it often enough for her to know that it wouldn't be fair to blame Nancy for falling out of love with him. Those things were sad and painful, of course, but it wasn't exactly anyone's fault. Okay, maybe Nancy could've told him a bit more gracefully and not while she was drunk off her ass at some party without remembering anything of it the next day – but Steve even went as far as to claim that it made him a better person, in the end.

'Well.' Nancy flinches a little bit, her mind probably wandering to the same place as Robin's. 'Part of me thought I got exactly what I deserved when you told me we couldn't keep seeing each other.'

'Like some sort of punishment?' Robin asks.

'Yeah, I guess. I couldn't believe my ears when Steve reached out to me last week. But it was surprisingly good, to reconnect. And to actually talk about how shit went down between us. To properly leave it behind us.'

They keep walking in silence for a while, but it's not an uncomfortable one. It feels like with every step, they both get to direct their minds a bit further away from Steve and closer to themselves, to each other. To figure out together what this all means for them.

'So, what now?' Robin finally dares to ask.

There's a mischievous glimmer in Nancy's eyes when she looks up at Robin. It's a glimmer that Robin hasn't seen in there before, one that makes her breath catch, makes her heartbeat quicken, makes her want to do all sorts of things that'll ensure that it will never disappear.

'Well,' Nancy says, suddenly stopping in her tracks. 'We can either continue walking or skip right to the good part, now that we're here anyway.'

And that's all Robin needs to push Nancy against the nearest tree. She lets her hands wander over Nancy's slim waist, feels the touch burning under her palms, and then slowly leans down to press her lips against Nancy's.

Nancy’s lips are much warmer than her hands. They taste like mint and strawberry and they feel like coming home after a long day.

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[murmiss]

Side story

Pairing-Neteyam/Reader

Warning on this chapter - Unreliable data, mention of blood, minor change to the original story, tears, mention of death mention of injury. Summary - This story will tell you about a planet destroyed by humans even before the events of Pandora, about a girl who was captured and survived the loss of wings - an important attribute of their species, about survival, first love and human cruelty.

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4 , Pt5, Pt6, Pt7-1

Part Four

Grace was still a young girl who had just graduated from university when the RDA offered her a job. Of course, like any other person, she was insanely happy to get a lucrative job and finally move on to practice. Miss Augustine studied at the Department of Xenobotany, a science that studies the flora of other planets. She was always attracted by these mysterious, previously unknown plants. At university, she was an excellent student in all subjects, Miss "no hangouts, Ellis has a new book on Xenobotany." She didn't have any friends, who wants to be friends with such a "bore"? She was lonely, lost in her studies and books.

At the beginning of her career at RDA, she was assigned as an assistant in charge of all writing work, but later took Mr. Walsen's place. What happened to him?- You're asking. And the answer is simple - money. It was a stupid mistake, an unsuccessful attempt to deceive his boss for a large sum by providing fake research that could cause irreparable damage to the boss's reputation, so after his prank, Mr. Alfred was thrown out of the laboratory by the scruff of his neck. I remember that day, unsuspecting Alfred Walsen, as usual, sat in his office until he was called "on the carpet" to the chief. After a very long conversation, the man flew out of the office with wild screams. He shouted, insulted everyone he saw, overturned tables. Walsen was so not in an adequate condition that a couple of muscular soldiers had to be dragged away to conduct a "preventive conversation", and how do soldiers solve problems? That's right, with fists.

Then Grace was over the moon with happiness, now she occupied the place of the chief scientific officer, and here, believe me, there was a place to roam. Augustine knew firsthand about the "Sixth", but she had never personally seen him. "A humanoid woman from the planet Elea; aggressive, rushes at scientists and disables technology. She used to have wings characteristic of their kind, but they were amputated due to an escape attempt." "all the information Miss Augustine had. "Elea is a poor planet destroyed by humans, she had a deeper connection with everything that surrounded her. It seemed as if a single mind controlled everything, and when he died, everything around him died" - this thought haunted the woman. Just imagine, the whole world disappeared in an instant. After arriving at the base, Grace, of course, wanted to start studying the preserved samples from Elea, but the priority was to meet with her ward.She knew about the ilis, but she had not yet met them, and this is a wonderful moment to consider an unusual creature. It was extremely exciting, the woman made her way through the crowd of scientists, straight to the cherished room, located at the end of the laboratory. Surprisingly, the room is immersed in darkness, the light is turned off, as if the child has long been forgotten, only the cat's eyes shine somewhere in the corner. The creature, hearing someone approaching, began to crawl around the cage, whispering and periodically emitting a guttural growl, trying to scare away the uninvited guest. "Like a cat," the woman thought to herself, not yet realizing that she was hiding in this all-consuming darkness. Grace groped for the switch, blinding light flooded the room, finally allowing her to see the fairy in the cage.

- Hello, honey, I'm.... Grace, Grace Augustine

Across from Grace, there was a child huddled in a corner. The baby looked very bad, she was skinny, her bones were sticking out, she herself was shaking like a wasp leaf, either from the cold, or from fear. She was dressed in a huge worn shirt, on the back of which there were dried blood stains. After the operation, the stitches bled for a long time, no one changed the child's clothes. The spots on her skin were dull, tinged with purple, and there were bruises under her eyes, noticeable on her pale skin. According to the general condition of the girl, it was clear that she had been in this position for quite a long time. As if she had been completely forgotten, this was all confirmed by the view of the room, which was a dusty, stuffy space, in which a metal cot with a thin mattress stood against the wall. The blanket was crumpled up somewhere in the corner, and dried food was smeared all over the floor and walls, or to be more precise, what was meant as "food".Grace was terrified, she was silent, did not show it, while somewhere inside a tornado was raging. She was angry, angry at everyone, at Walsen, at the authorities, at indifferent people. She wanted to scream, cry, hug the poor child, hold him to her and never let him go again. Grace was silent for a long time, not taking her eyes off the restless child. Then the woman acted automatically, she opened the cage and approached the trembling girl, covering her head with her hands, and hugged her tightly, hugging her to herself. The girl hissed and tried to pull away, but Grace hugged her tightly. After a couple of seconds, feeling safe, the fairy calmed down. Miss Augustine closed her eyes, sighing softly. There were thousands of thoughts in her head: "What should I do now?", "So, first of all, feed or wash?"....The same evening, when the baby was fed, Grace learned from one of the researchers that the ilis feed on pollen. Fortunately, they managed to find a similar one. It's certainly not Mtuon pollen, but it's also a good substitute, especially if you add another vitamin in the form of a fruit mixture. And judging by the behavior of the child, she definitely liked the sweet "porridge", not like the "gruel" that Wonsen offered her. Where did the fruits on the spaceship come from? It's very simple, the laboratory had a department completely dedicated to the artificial cultivation of vegetables and fruits for RDA employees. After all, as they say, a well–fed soldier is a productive soldier, isn't it? Although most of the crops grown on the ship were hybrids, they did not lose their properties. For example, Onra fruits were very similar to the familiar apple and were an elongated fruit of bright yellow color, and many similar species were recreated in the laboratory.In fact, they were all created with the aim of getting fast and high-quality food in the conditions of a spaceship

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The sixth for the first time ate something so delicious that she didn't even know there was anything else besides slime, which she was always offered. The teenager greedily grabbed the porridge, scooping it up with his hands and shoving it into his mouth, ignoring the curious glances of the woman sitting next to him. Of course Grace was surprised: "For 10 years, no one has even touched this child, she doesn't even know what cutlery is!" - the woman thought to herself, looking at the child greedily absorbing the fruit mixture, the stripes on her body shimmered with mother-of-pearl, attracting the attention of the scientist's gaze.So the kid definitely liked the food. "Where to start her upbringing? Math? It's too early, her knowledge of English is not enough... we should definitely start with a general assessment of her abilities.." Looking at his ward, the scientist did not notice how she had already finished. So far, the only thing that pleased me was that the girl did not show aggressiveness and did not hide.

"Mr. Wonsen?"The girl hugged her legs, pulling her knees to her chest. She did not understand where this nasty uncle had gone, although, however, she did not deny that deep down she was glad that he was gone.

- He was fired, now I'm responsible for you, you don't have to worry anymore, dear.. – Miss Augustine stretched out her hand to the child, wanting to pat her on the head, but the baby recoiled in fright, then the woman pulled her hand away, it looks like she crossed the border..The little girl noticed the drooping look of the scientist and was upset, she did not want to offend the new owner.. Especially when it was such a good woman who fed her delicious porridge. The sixth grabbed the scientist by the hand and put it on his head. She didn't know why it was necessary, but she often saw some workers beating local children in this way.

- Grace is good, I feel it, - the girl spoke with a strong accent, she did not speak English very well, although she understood it very well, yet years of living with people bear fruit.A slight smile blossomed on the woman's face, she stroked the teenager's head and couldn't help laughing when she saw the white-haired puppy's eyes. – Six was surprised, it turns out it's so nice when someone pats you on the head.

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The Great Mother united two wounded souls.. A child deprived of a mother, and a girl that no one has ever noticed

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From that day on, Grace decided to seriously engage in the upbringing of a teenager. What was not included in this plan: teaching grammar, writing, elementary mathematics, reading and even eating, she learned anew, already using cutlery. At first it was difficult, the Sixth was nervous, and sometimes it took more than one attempt to figure it out, but the girl took her tenacity..

- Look, honey, it's a spoon, take it in your right hand, see how I'm holding it? Hold it between your thumb and forefinger, yes, like this," the woman repeated several times, showing herself how to hold the spoon correctly.

– It's so hard! Can we eat already? – The girl groaned and leaned back in her chair, dropping the spoon. Since then, her English has improved, but, as strange as it may sound, the cutlery was still terrifying. Do you know when you first pick up sushi sticks and don't know what to do with them? It seems that you perceive everything correctly, but still something is wrong. Here is the same situation, the Sixth gets her fingers confused, forgets how to hold a fork or spoon.

- Well, no, let's try again, – the woman covered her hand with a striped one and again showed how to hold a spoon, after which the girl repeated several times, and finally it turned out.- Grace, Grace, Grace, Look!- The girl squealed joyfully, raising her hand with the cutlery up in order to show her mentor.

- Well done! – Miss Augustine patted the white-haired woman on the head again, with a bright smile, to which she replied with a gentle rumble .

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The day turned out to be extremely difficult. All day Grace did not visit the Sixth, and she, in turn, waited like a faithful dog for her mentor. Unfortunately, the RDA has discovered Pandora..Grace couldn't hide her frustration.

Heck! Why don't you all understand! – How Grace wanted to scream, punch this disgusting man, in the person of the boss, and all the others who supported him. One destroyed planet is not enough for them.Human greed has no limits, and Grace already guessed what would happen next. The ships will land on the planet, kill the entire population, rob, and the "lucky ones" will fly away to conquer the next planets. How disgusting it is. Grace has always been close to "space creatures" or "space plants". From time to time, she even had thoughts: "why was I born a human being and right here?". As long as she can remember, she has always been drawn somewhere there, where the stars shine. All this comes from childhood. Her father was a Xenobotany teacher at one of the universities in the city where they lived. Grace loved to read her father's books, reference books on intergalactic cultures, various fiction. Books replaced her friends, saved her from the overwhelming feeling of loneliness.

- Dad, Dad! And what is there? – A little girl was sitting on a wide windowsill, and pointed to the sky. Night. A man is standing next to her, and gently embraces his daughter.

- No one knows…Space, other planets hidden from our eyes and much, much more that we still have to discover - the Father sighed, his gaze was filled with sadness when he looked at the starry sky. The earth is dying, and there is no telling how much more it will have left. But Grace is still too young to know about it.

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- The woman was all on nerves, her only desire was to see her little fairy. With all these meetings, she had completely forgotten about the girl, and now she was very worried.As soon as the door opened, the Sixth jumped out of her bed and rushed to the scientist entering the room, hugging her with a wild cry: "Mom!"- it was the first time when the white-haired woman called Grace her mother, and the woman again could not hold back the tears that came out, hugging the fairy even tighter, she did not understand whether these were tears of joy or despair. Of course, she was happy, anxiety was growing in her chest and, despite everything, the woman wanted to hope that Pandora would not repeat the infamous story of Elea ...

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However, everything was not so bad. Grace devoted herself entirely to studying the flora and fauna of Pandora, was able to find contact with the local population, open her own school, and even got her avatar. All this time, the Sixth actively supported her foster mother, helping her with experiments.When Grace first transferred the avatar's body to the little Ilis was next to her, she tightly squeezed the scientist's hand, her blue eyes shone with interest. Grace was worried, it was unusual to feel in another body, in a bigger, tall and... blue one. But you could get used to everything. Grace's research was in full swing, she even wrote a whole book – a handbook of Pandora botany .

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The sixth followed her mother in everything. Her knowledge of English has improved significantly, and mathematics was at an average level, although the girl did not change outwardly in any way. If she were on her own planet, she would be about a thousand years old–a very young age for Ilis. But by human standards, she is still about 13 years old. However, spending time with Grace became more and more difficult, as soon as the authorities found out that their chief scientist was close to an "Alien Being", they reprimanded her, limiting her time and other rights concerning the fairy.Of course, she didn't like it when Grace had to lock her in a room, but there was nothing to do, such a decree of the "evil uncle" Of course, it didn't stop them, and meetings and walks were secret, mostly at late hours when the laboratory was empty. But after they recruited new people, walking became even rarer. It seemed to Grace that a little more and steam would come out of her ears, the load was simply enormous, the avatar project was squeezing all the strength out of her. Some of the new recruits were Norm Spellman, Max Patell and Jake Sully, all of whom arrived on Pandora, someone as a Xenoanthropologist, scientist, or, ultimately, a future avatar. They didn't know about their neighbor yet. The only thing they knew was that they were not allowed to enter the furthest room. And among the newcomers there was a rumor that at night you can hear girlish laughter.One day Jake couldn't stand it and decided to look into the room, it was dark, and a pair of blue eyes were looking at him from the corner, glowing in the dark, before Grace pulled him out almost by the scruff of the neck and did not sing the room with a key. Room Six was off-limits, Grace even threatened the newcomers that if they went into this "pantry", they would grab the most no-no, and judging by the expression on her face, she wasn't joking. Of course, Jake did not listen to the account, the Marine waited until the boss called her and quietly slipped into the pantry. Grace always kept her keys on her desktop, so it wasn't difficult to get them. The door was open, and the light was on this time. A very strange girl appeared before the marine, tall, fair-skinned, with long curly hair, sitting in the middle of the room in the lotus position. She was weaving something, not noticing the uninvited guest, sitting with her back to the doorway. She looked like a little pearl, and I could have sworn I saw the Marine's jaw drop.

"So that's what Grace was hiding," the Marine said, clearing his throat. Hearing the stranger, the girl abruptly jumped up from her seat, standing in a fighting stance and uttering a guttural growl. But this did not frighten the man, he only drove his wheelchair closer to the cage, examining this unusual girl.

– Where are you from? Are you from Pandora?But you are not like other avatars – the man showered the confused girl with a lot of questions.

– Jake! – behind him came the howl of an angry woman slamming the door

– Stupid Marine! What did I tell you?!Oh my god.. A complete disappointment.. The woman came up to Sally with quick steps, grumbling loudly

- Grace! – The girl immediately stood up straight and pressed herself against the protective glass, her eyes glittered when she began to show the scientist her work, somewhat resembling modern baubles..

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- Grace! Damn, Grace, wait! – the man tried to keep up with the scientist, but it was much more difficult in a wheelchair.

– Jake, how many times have I told none of you to come into my room?Of course, Marines don't know how to use their brains, which is what I was hoping for.. You don't know how to strain your convolutions!

– Grace! But who is she? Is this a resident of Pandora? What is she doing here, and stop.. Why isn't she blue like the others?

– Damn it.. Curiosity ruined the devil-the woman turned on her heel to face the infantryman : "She's not from Pandora. Have you heard anything about Elea? The very first planet discovered by humans? Haven't you heard? This is understandable, Elea was irretrievably destroyed..They've mowed down the whole planet, Jake! There was only one fairy left from the multimillion population!"

- I didn't know..- The man was taken aback by the words of the scientist.

..

After that day, many of the newcomers learned about the last ilis.Grace just couldn't help it when Jake told everyone about the Sixth. At first, the fairy was frightened by these curious people. Two of them just wouldn't let her rest. One was skinny, with simple facial features, and the other was mossy and on some kind of incomprehensible thing. The fairy was very interested, and why isn't he coming? so when he got closer to her, she grabbed his legs and started shaking him. "Why don't you use your legs?"

"Darling, don't shake so much," the scientist's fervent laughter rang out from the next room, hearing which the Little Girl instantly let go of the Marine's leg. The man couldn't help laughing as he looked at this curious child.- It's all right, let her play. His laughter grew louder as he turned his attention to Norm, who was standing next to him with his jaw hanging open, clearly envious of his acquaintance who was getting so much attention.

The girl waved her tail, and her skin shimmered with different shades and shone, she was wearing a huge T-shirt that looked more like a dress.

- Hey, what about me?- Norm could not calmly look at this laughing couple .

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The days passed one after another, everything was fine, and the sixth was really happy. During all this time, she found a lot of new acquaintances, learned various interesting things. But, in the end, all good things come to an end. Today she will have to leave her home. The evil man locked Grace and Jake with Norm in a glass "box". The sixth was nervous, walking from side to side until Trudy opened the cage with . – Trudy? Where's Grace? – the girl was familiar with Trudy Chacon and was close with her, as well as with Jake.- Firefly, listen to me carefully, we need to get out of here. – Stop it!No! I'm not leaving without Grace! – Please, we have to leave, do you hear me?That evening, Max and Trudy helped the group escape. However, it was not without problems. Quaritch seriously injured Grace, he was on the tail, not letting them get away. Grace just couldn't let her little firefly get hurt.

.....

- go away, go away now! Run into the forest and don't turn around," Grace shouted, pushing the girl towards the forest with the last of her strength

- Don't listen to anyone and avoid people... War was coming-Six didn't quite understand what war was, but the only thing she knew was that it was something bad, "death," as Grace said. She couldn't leave her mother. – Mom! No! We can escape together! Norm will come up with something, everything will be fine.. – No, my girl, it's late, go away!

There was a rustle of leaves behind. Quaritch and his gang of thugs were already close. Unfortunately, during the flight, an emergency landing had to be made, Grace and Six separated from the group, and now they were cornered. The woman understood that she didn't have long left .

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The feeling of loneliness seized her again, and fear, like quicksand, consumed her whole body. The girl ran for a long time until she found herself in a flower meadow. Her lungs were burning, and her heart was beating at a furious pace. From impotence, she fell on the soft grass and sobbed. The tears did not stop, the sobs turned into anguished screams. She was haunted by a feeling of pain, a feeling as if cats were scratching somewhere inside, as if someone had dug sharp claws right under her skin. This feeling was familiar to her, the same thing she felt when her wings were taken away. The girl sobbed for a long time until she passed out from fatigue..When she came to, it was already dark, and the only light source was a bioluminescent glow emanating from some plants. he lifted her up on his elbows, looking around. Somewhere nearby there was a hiss, the girl jumped up and began to frantically turn around, trying to figure out the source of the sound.

- Grace?

But, unfortunately, Grace will not come anymore.

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So a new chapter of her life began.

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