#also my mother showed me where that doctor's office is where i have to go on friday (like she drove me there)

[muirmarie]

spock with memory loss but not emotional memory loss. he can't remember anything since he left vulcan, but he looks at jim's and leonard's faces and he's like. hmm. i appear to be in love with both of these men. fascinating.

except. y'know. they are absolutely NOT together.

[hi hey have some absolute crack underneath the readmore]

mccoy being a ridiculous mother hen in sickbay and kirk running down from the bridge every hour on the hour all "UPDATE, BONES????" is not. is not helping spock's assumptions.

mccoy GRUDGINGLY allowing spock out of sickbay because lord knows there's some big thing happening and they need the beds, and spock doesn't need immediate medical attention, he just needs, y'know, a cure for the weird memory loss disease he's picked up. you heard me, this isn't amnesia, this is a weird space memory loss disease that mccoy is going to CURE, thank you very much.

he only allows spock out of sickbay if kirk keeps an eye on him. spock's like =/ when will you be joining us, doctor? and mccoy, not nearly as suspicious as he should be because he's so delighted that there's for ONCE a version of spock who actually appears to not be running away from medical, is like !!!!! once i'm sure everyone in sickbay is stable i'll come down to check on you!!!! i'll check on jim too!!! i'll run my scanner over everyone who will allow me to make sure they're okay!!!!! (jim: >=| i did not consent to this. bones: shut up idc i'm already scanning you.)

kirk takes spock back to kirk's quarters figuring they'll bunk together so he can keep an eye on him/make sure the space forgetfulness disease doesn't make him forget anything else.

spock's like. hmm. is this where we live? why don't we keep it warmer for me =/

kirk, oblivious doll that he is, is like yeah, all the quarters are like this, this is indeed where we live! isn't the enterprise the most beautiful ship there is!! also i am so sorry let's crank this place up to a sauna asap

meanwhile spock is sleepy what with the space forgetty sickness but he's like. determined to wait until their bf joins them so they can sleep in a cuddle pile. it seems polite. he's pretty sure he'd be a polite bf. amanda would definitely want him to be a polite bf. plus he feels certain that he needs to make sure the doctor gets some sleep after working non-stop in sickbay. like. that feels like that should somehow be his and jim's responsibility. that feels right.

bones shows up two hours later with his tricorder and even darker circles under his eyes than normal, and is like all right, time to check on my favorite patient <3 (he's still not used to spock not snarking back at him, and is more than a little =/ when spock just sparkles a bit instead of slamming him with an insult, tbh)

spock and jim get a clean bill of health (beyond, y'know, the space-nesia), and mccoy's like, all rightie, i'll be back in the morning to check on you!!! tell me immediately if anything changes!! i should go back to sickbay and check on things

spock: =( what.

mccoy: i need to keep an eye on everything in sickbay

kirk: no he's right you need to get some rest, bones. the on-duty staff will keep an eye on everything, but you've been going non-stop between spock and this new thing

mccoy: i'll grab a nap in my office don't worry

spock: =(((((((

mccoy: ...spock why are you holding onto my wrist. spock why are you - spock why are you dragging me over to the bed. spock - jim why are you laughing

kirk: i mean it is an effective solution

spock: i have the space forgetties and i can't even sleep with my boyfriends????? illogical.

mccoy: ......

kirk: hmm.

mccoy: ????? hmm???? HMMM???? IS THAT ALL YOU GOT????

kirk: i mean, it does sound illogical when he puts it like that

mccoy: ????? i don't know what the two of you have going on on the downlow, but i'm not dating spock. spock, i'm not dating you.

spock: no, no i definitely love you both, so it would be extremely illogical for us not to be dating, and i am, above all else, logical, so ipso facto we must be dating. it's far more likely you just don't want to say we're dating because you'd feel like it would be a shock to my blank slate brain. occam's razor.

mccoy: we're - we're definitely not dating

spock: hmmm jim i am worried that leonard may also have the space forgetty disease.

kirk: bones, just sleep here tonight, it's not a big deal

mccoy, slightly strangled, because he is extremely in love with these two men and this is a bizarre situation even for them: JIM, I -

spock, aggressively laying in the center of the bed and then trapping mccoy next to him by sheer strength and mccoy's surprise, and unfortunately, having pegged mccoy within 5 minutes of meeting him again, saying: what if the space forgetty disease makes me worse during the night and my doctor bf isn't even here to help me =/

kirk: [unhelpfully giggling]

mccoy: gdi why would you say that now you know i can't leave - this isn't you winning this is me GRACEFULLY changing my mind and we are NOT dating and if you use this forced snuggling against me when i ONCE MORE SAVE THE DAY and figure out a CURE to FIX your STUPID VULCAN MIND then i will -

kirk: [leaning over and kissing bones' forehead to shut him up and then walking around the other side of the bed and getting in next to spock] you forgot the key word, there, bones

mccoy, visibly restraining himself from frothing with rage: what.

kirk: yet, bones. we're not dating yet.

[thatfandomslut]

I'll Always Have Your Back

Karen Shetty x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Trigger Warnings: cursing, bullying (mental & physical)- calling the reader a nothing and a slur & the football jock breaks her nose, insecure Reader

Request:

hey could you do a karen shetty x reader fic where the reader is valedictorian or like super smart and that leads people to making fun of her because they just assume karen won’t do anything about it and when one of the football players takes it too far karen shows just how protective she can be

Mean Girls requests are open.

"What's up loser?" The boy asked, having just stuck his foot out, successfully tripping (Y/n). It was something that happened often. (Y/n) assumed it was because she was much smarter than them. Their GPAs were so bad, that a football scholarship couldn't save them in college. Still, this way of thinking did not cure the pain that shot through her leg when her knees came crashing onto linoleum floors. The sound of their immature laughter filled (Y/n)'s ears, but she was determined to just ignore how cruel they were by standing up and attempting to escape their torment. "Hey, hey, hey! Don't be rude, (L/n). I asked you what's up. You need to answer me."

Another football jock's hands landed on her shoulders, causing (Y/n) to tense as she knew that they were going to keep her there. "Hasn't your parents ever taught you to never touch a girl? Or are you guys just undisciplined pigs?" (Y/n) inquired in an attempt to stand up for herself. The look on their faces caused her to realize she had just made a mistake. Everyone surrounding her now looked even angrier, and (Y/n) felt herself grow frightened.

The main jock that had tripped her rolled up his sleeves as he approached her. He always looked menacing, but her comment must've made him hate her more. "I don't see what Karen sees in you. You're nothing but a weird dyke. My mother might've told me not to hit a girl, but she never said not to hit a worthless know-it-all." And with that, his fist collided with her nose. With the sound of cracking, a look of satisfaction floods his features. "You don't deserve Karen Shetty, (L/n). Drop her, Jake." He said as his friend let go of her shoulders. (Y/n), having been in so much pain, fell to her knees as she held her nose.

As the football jocks stalked away to lunch, footsteps approached (Y/n), causing her to wince until she looked up to see Janis Imi'ike with a concerned look on her features. "Hey, it's okay. Let's get you to the nurse." She spoke comfortingly. (Y/n) didn't even notice Damian until she assisted in helping her up as Janis gathered (Y/n)'s school supplies, despite them being covered in blood. (Y/n) felt grateful for their assistance, but she also felt embarrassed and hoped they didn't witness anything that happened. But neither of them commented on anything as they instead took her to the nurse, who had to call an ambulance for a doctor to look at her nose.

"Please don't tell Karen. They're right, I don't deserve her. She deserves someone better." (Y/n) pleaded tearfully. She was embarrassed about the entire altercation. She allowed the football jocks to get in her head, but this time she couldn't shake their words. Janis and Damian eyed each other, silently agreeing that they had to tell someone. No matter how they felt about any of the Plastics, it was evident that (Y/n) and Karen were one of the school's favorite couples. They were an unlikely duo and it was so evident that they were incredibly in love with each other. "I just want to go home."

The nurse comfortingly put a hand on her shoulder as she dismissed Janis and Damian from her office. "We have to tell someone, Damian. We saw what happened, and (Y/n) deserves better. She's never treated anyone badly, despite her status with the Plastics. And she is a good friend." Janis reasoned, not necessarily wanting to approach the Plastics table. She almost wanted to find a negative about (Y/n) so she didn't have to overcome her fears of approaching Regina and the others.

"You've got this, Janis. You know this is the right thing to do." Damian encouraged, as they walked down the hall. He knew it was hard for Janis to approach them, and he wasn't going to let her do it alone. He also wasn't going to let her fear get in the way of doing what was right. Besides, Cady was at that table, and surely she would calm whatever negative nerves Janis was festering up and she would be able to gain some sense of calm. "I can't believe those dumb jocks did that to her. She didn't deserve any of that."

Janis nodded in agreement as they entered the cafeteria and made their way to the Plastics table. When they approached, Cady's eyes lit up for a moment before realizing where she was. Karen, who was evidently looking around the cafeteria for (Y/n) continued her search while Gretchen turned her attention to them in confusion. Regina, on the other hand, just flat-out ignored their presence as she scrolled through her phone, eating her cheese fries. "Karen, I just wanted to let you know that (Y/n) is in the nurse's office because some of the football jocks decided it was okay to hold her in one place and then break her nose." Janis blurted.

Everyone's attention was now on Janis, including Regina before she turned to narrow her eyes at the jocks across the room. Karen's brows furrowed worriedly before she excused herself momentarily. Automatically, Karen went to the nurse's office to see the nurse replacing a napkin to help with the nosebleed. (Y/n)'s eyes widened, making her cringe with pain as she looked at Karen. "Oh, baby," Karen whispered softly, coming close to her and examining her with care. "Do they bully you often?" Karen questioned softly making (Y/n) nod hesitantly. "Why didn't you tell me?" She inquired, her voice still calm and soft.

(Y/n) sighed softly, looking away from Karen. "I guess I was just embarrassed. I also didn't want to make my problems yours. Besides, I deserved it. They reminded me that I didn't deserve someone like you. They're right, too. You're so amazing, Karen, and you're so kind and beautiful." (Y/n) said softly, but before she could, Karen interrupted her.

"So are you, (Y/n). You do deserve happiness, and if you find that with me, then you deserve to experience that." It was moments like these where (Y/n) was reminded how smart Karen actually was. Not many people gave her enough credit. "I love you, (Y/n). What they did to you, and what they said to you, is not okay. And, I'm going to do something about it. You don't deserve to be hurt by them or anyone else. You deserve the world, and I'm going to make sure you get it."

(Y/n) smiled softly, muttering a soft 'I love you, too,' as a paramedic came in. The nurse couldn't allow Karen to go with (Y/n) because of the school rules, so Karen did what she needed to. She turned swiftly on her heels after she parted from (Y/n), promising to visit later, and marched to the cafeteria. Regina and Gretchen looked over at Karen, noting how pissed she looked, and they both smirked. They knew that those jocks were about to get absolutely ripped into. Everyone's attention was now on the tall girl as she approached their table with narrowed eyes. The one who punched (Y/n) only greeted Karen with a smirk before swiftly getting snatched by the shirt.

The boy's smirk dropped as he realized how scary Karen looked when she was mad. "I dare you to ever try that again. If you do, I will not hesitate to find you and show you how strong a girl can be. Tomorrow, you will be apologizing, and if you don't I'll make sure the rest of high school is hell for you." As she let go, she went to sit next to Gretchen, the boy standing there in fear for a good, long moment. Regina gave her a thumbs-up across the table as Gretchen patted her back softly as Cady sat there with amazed shock on her face.

Later that day, Karen visited (Y/n), who was a bit loopy on pain medication. "You are so cool. Thank you for standing up for me, babe." She slurred out, smiling a crooked smile as she leaned into Karen. "I love you, so much." She muttered happily, threatening sleep as her eyes fluttered closed.

"I love you, too, so much," Karen promised softly, kissing her temple. "And I'll always have your back."

[avatar-anna]

would you ever write about harry and y/n finding out that they’re pregnant again with charlie 🥺

yes!

(for context: in a recent oneshot in this universe, it is revealed that harry and reader have a seventh and final child when they're in their thirties)

It would definitely be that cliche of Y/n and Harry going to some red carpet event, and Harry sees Y/n all dressed up and is just like...

"Fuck, Mama, must be the luckiest man in the world."

Y/n blushed and looked down at the gown she and Harry Lambert picked out some time ago. Being a mother of six, she didn't dress up much, but when she did, she tended to go all out. Perhaps part of her wanted to relive all the proms, homecomings, and formals she never got to go to, but she appreciated the art in a beautiful garment too.

The one she wore now fit her like a glove, the lace, almost handkerchief-like bodice draping over her shoulders beautifully, and the rest of the black-as-night velvet hugging her hips perfectly.

Harry was never one to shy away from paying his wife compliments, but each time he did, she felt it right down to her core. Every sweep of his gaze over her body, every earnest word, every searing touch, it all lit her up from the inside out.

This time was no different, so when Harry tried to unzip Y/n from her dress, she didn't notice at first, too caught up in his touch. Once she did, she tried to make lame attempts to ward him off to at least claim that she tried later on.

It was safe to say they were on each other all night. Whenever he could, Harry pulled Y/n away, desperate to get his mouth on her. It was no easy feat with the considerable length of the dress, but he never seemed to care or mind. All night, they whispered back and forth to each other, toying with jacket lapels and bare arms.

"You need me again, Mama?"

"Where's the zipper on this thing?"

"Quickly, while no one's looking."

"Keep your hands away from my tits, H."

"Don't act like you don't love it."

All night they went back and forth. Teasing and giving into each other and sharing stolen kisses when the cameras weren't pointed in their direction—though the next morning they found out they weren't as discreet as they originally thought, with photos of them in the background kissing and Harry's hands all over Y/n cropping up online.

At some point during the night, a friend even asked where Harry and his wife kept disappearing to, another if that was a hickey on his neck, and both of them stumbled through a lie as they blushed furiously.

So it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Y/n's period was late, but it does. She thought she had put her pregnancy days behind her, so she went to the doctor thinking she had some kind of stomach bug, only to find out that she was pregnant. Y/n wasn't upset by the news, just caught off guard, though she couldn't help but daydream about having a little baby in the house again now that her other babies were growing up.

Harry found out on accident. Y/n missed a phone call from the doctor's office, and they called Harry's number, which was also listed in her information. Thinking someone got hurt, Harry picked up in a panic, only to hear, "Hi there, Mr. Styles! We're trying to get a hold of your wife to reschedule her ultrasound. Will the following week work?"

Harry answered in a daze, agreeing to an appointment time and date without really listening. Part of him knew he should be excited, but all he could think about was why Y/n hadn'told him yet.

"Anything you wanna tell me?" he asked later that night. They were both watching TV, a show they'd been watching every night before bed the last few weeks. He'd been itching to get Y/n alone all day so he could finally ask what the phone call, and after picking up and dropping off at friends' houses and volleyball practice and study groups and one big family dinner, now was finally his chance.

Y/n hadn't caught on yet, so she just shrugged. "Collette is convinced she's going to Paris Fashion Week by herself, and I don't have the heart to tell her she's not going without one of us."

This was news to Harry, but he tabled that conversation for later. "I got a call from the OBGYN's office. They asked to reschedule your ultrasound."

Harry could feel Y/n stiffen beneath him as she sighed deeply. Before she could say anything, though, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to," she promised, kissing away the furrow in her husband's brow. "I wanted to tell you and the kids at the same time. And you know how hard it is to wrangle everyone up. Maeve wasn't even at dinner tonight."

"Oh." Harry had spun a number of different answers Y/n might've come up with, but that hadn't been one of them. "Do you...want to keep it?"

Y/n could tell Harry was asking for her sake, not his. He'd been dying for another baby for years, slowly giving up hope every time she turned him down. Now that they faced the prospect of actually having another baby, though, he didn't want her to feel pressured. He never had, but he wanted to make extra sure.

"Honestly? Yeah, I do," Y/n said, resting her and Harry's hands over her belly. "I'm just...kind of shocked."

"Really?" Harry asked. Now that he'd had time to think about it, about which night in question could've been the one, he wasn't that surprised at all.

"Yeah, I—I guess I thought that part of my life was over. But... I'm glad it isn't. I'm excited about this."

"Me too."

Y/n gave him an amused look as if to say, you finally got your wish. But all she said was, "You just like that I get super horny when I'm pregnant."

Harry gasped dramatically, which made Y/n toss her head back and laugh. "That is not even remotely true. Maybe. Sort of. It's perhaps in the top ten things I'm excited for, but not the first."

"You're ridiculous," Y/n said, shaking her head at her husband. "And I love you."

"I love you too." Harry leaned in to kiss Y/n, the feel of his lips on hers more familiar than anything else in the world. He knew every part of her, every inch of her body and soul, and she knew his. It was comforting, it was home.

"Any chance those hormones have kicked in yet?" Harry murmured jokingly as he kissed her neck.

Y/n held her husband by the back of his hair so she could look him in the eye. "Absolutely not. I love you, and I love the twins, but we're not doing that again."

"What? Come on! We're way past that window," Harry reasoned. "And the doctor said it was rare."

"Yeah, so is getting pregnant at my age, but here we are."

"At your age?" Harry asked incredulously, looking down at Y/n through heavy lidded eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were lit as she watched him, the way they always were when they joked around. He was pretty sure no one amused her more than he did, and that was saying something considering the collective craziness their children engaged in regularly. "You're just winding me up, aren't you? You want me to remind you how young and fun we are."

"I don't know if that's—Harry!"

"Shh!" Harry said as a laugh bubbled out of Y/n as he yanked her down until she was lying flat on the bed, her arms pinned high above her. "Do you want them to hear you, Mama?"

That sobered her up a little, her laughter subsiding. Then, she smiled up at him, her hand reaching up to cup Harry's cheek. "We're having a baby."

Harry's grin was immediate, excitement filling his whole body from those four words alone. "We're having a baby."

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader Masterlist

[zannenilsson]

AITA for using a lookalike of my son's activist girlfriend to incite a small uprising so I could stop my employees from organizing?

I (53M) am a hardworking business executive and single father. I had to raise my son (21M) alone after his mother died giving birth to him. Admittedly I kind of threw myself into work after my wife died so I wasn't there a lot when he was growing up, but I used the money I made to make sure he got everything he needed to thrive. I take care of all his expenses so he doesn't have to work all the time the way I do, so he just hangs out with his friends all day.

Now, my son never asks questions about how I actually make all this money; he's well-educated but has never been really curious. So I was very confused when he burst into my office the other day totally freaking out and crying and asking about my employees' working conditions. Once he calmed down I found out that he saw an industrial accident - which I hadn't even been told about - caused by one of my workers' negligence.

Naturally I was confused because he's never been to the machine rooms where my low-level employees work, and when I pressed him he said he was looking for "this cute activist worker girl" who he saw while hanging out with his friends. And I don't know what she said to him that made such a big impression - knowing him she was probably just very attractive - but he kept talking about how he had to find her and help her make things better for my workers because they were really just like him.

I tried to explain that no, he was not "just like" one of the unwashed and uneducated workers in my machine rooms, and that they were where they belonged, just like him. For some reason this upset him even more and he ran out of my office again. He disappeared for a while after that.

Meanwhile, I finally got more details about the accident and found out a bunch of the dead workers had these weird identical sketches on pieces of paper in their pockets. My foreman had no idea what they were, so I consulted my Former Close Friend (51M) about it. (We had a falling out over my late wife before my son was born, long story, but I pay his bills because he's the smartest person I know and in exchange he helps me out with unsolvable problems.)

Long story short, turns out the sketches were maps of the city's old catacombs system. FCF showed me that my workers have been using them to illegally gather there after their shifts and listen to the same activist girl my son was obsessed with (19?F) give these weird sermons about how some rich person will help them peacefully organize and improve their living and working conditions.

As I've already said, I provide the best working conditions I can for my employees. I also provide them all with free housing. Yes, the housing is underground, but it's safe, clean, and easily accessible - in other words, much better than the upper-city slums they and their families would probably live in otherwise. So not only was this girl making them ungrateful for everything I'd given them, but she was clearly manipulating my son to help her do it.

Admittedly I'm not proud of what happened next, but I was angry and scared for my son. So I asked FCF to help me swap the girl with an advanced lifelike robot he'd built (long story, don't ask), show my son how duplicitous she really was, and lead the workers into the violent uprising they clearly wanted so I could remove that element from my workforce once and for all. FCF agreed and took care of everything.

Once we got the robot girl in place everything started going downhill for some reason. My son suddenly reappeared, saw me with her, had a nervous breakdown which I hired doctors to see him through, then he disappeared again. I tried to follow up with FCF to see what the robot's progress has been but he seems to be avoiding me. The uprising seems to be going as planned since the power in the whole city just went out, but without any intel I can't stop it. And now suddenly the man I hired to find my son turned up to say my son's been sucked into the uprising somehow and it's spiralling out of control. When I asked if my son was okay, he said a lot of people will be asking me the same question about their sons tomorrow, implying that this whole thing is MY fault.

So I have to know: AITA?

UPDATE: I finally tracked down FCF and overheard him telling the activist girl (who he kidnapped, for some reason?) that the robot is actually carrying out some secret revenge plan he had against me, which apparently involves DESTROYING THE ENTIRE CITY and KILLING MY SON. So I broke in, let the girl out, and beat him to death. I'm going to fix this.

UPDATE 2: The robot has been neutralized, but the workers' city flooded in the uprising and the workers are pissed.

UPDATE 3: The good news is, I found my son. The bad news is, FCF isn't dead and is now FIGHTING MY SON ON TOP OF THE CATHEDRAL. HELP.

FINAL UPDATE: FCF is dead. My son is okay and helped me reconcile with the workers, who seem to think it was all the robot's fault. Thank you to everyone who responded to this and helped me realize I'm NTA, and it was in fact FCF who was TA.

[ryo-kaikura]

Yandere male crown prince x top male knight reader

Tw: yandere, abuse of power, reincarnation

Crown prince name: akaru

Don't expect much since both of the are sorta trash

"The fiance I want is my knight"

Later that night

You drag the prince back to his bedroom and help him change his outfit since all the maids and Butlers are cleaning up in the ballroom

"What the f*ck are you doing, u know I already have a fiancee and I don't f*cking love you"

"You will in due time but as your prince you can't say no to me if you don't want your fiAnCeE to rot on the city square"

You were speechless, he never used his authority on you even when you were first appointed to him "fine, give me a year to finalize all of this" "Ok, but you will stay in the palace and sleep with me every day" "Every month" "Every two days" "Every 3 weeks" "Ugh fine, every week" With a heavy heart you accepted it because you know he won't go any higher "Very well I shall pack my stuff and move in to the servant quarters"

He looked shocked you even suggested that "No! you will stay in my room and sleep beside me every day and once a week f*ck me till dawn" How does he know all this even you don't even know "Very well, I shall move in with you" "My prince" Huh? "That's what you will call me starting today" "Why" "Because I said so silly now go and pack you stuff I want you back here in three hours"

With a nod I left, truthfully I was reincarnated the day before being appointed as the prince personal guard, this world is in a novel called "my shining lover" Which is why the crown prince name can mean bright, tho this and that is never bright, my character was the cold but loyal knight, the one who kidnapped the FL, the one who murdered under his orders but in the end as a scapegoat to look heavenly in the FL's eyes the crown prince killed him.

That's why I try to be nice and not cold to other people and even the prince, but I think that's why he became obsessed with me. But I will wait for the FL to come so he's gonna be obsessed with her not me and she will show up in 6 months

A few days later

"My love, I think tonight is the night we f*ck" He remember this but not where is books and paper are "Very well my prince"

That night

"My love~, I'm ready for you 8 inch, uncut, slightly to left, 6 inch girth dick" HOW THE F*CK DOES HE KNOW THIS. "My love~, come one don't be so surprised your soul mate knows this"

Ok...

A few minutes later (I don't know how to start this so bear with me)

"OoOh hi youroO dick issumuch" "More more more Aahhh" F*cking hell His keeps me to fully get out and it's like a vice, I can't get enough it sooo f*cking good I can fuck this till tomorrow

Tomorrow

F*cking hell he's still tight after filling him up till he looks pregnant but good does he look eternal. With the nth time I come and him barely awake I bring him to the bathroom and clean all the cum from inside him and he still tries to keep them all in just like I ask him to last night but o well

A few month later

Crown prince POV

Where is my love, it's been a week and I want to fuck tonight.

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WHO IS THE B*TCH HE'S CARRYING HE WON'T EVEN CARRY ME LIKE THAT

Normal POV

You brought back the FL that was injured at the woods where you hunt for food as the prince wanted boar tonight.

After putting the FL in the Royal doctor's office

You bring the prince back to the bedroom

"Who the f*ck is that" "It's a she not that and her name is Saku" "Do i give a fuck who her name is I want to know why you hold her soo gently" "My prince I think you should stop that" You grab roughly at the Blackish purple magic in the air "Oouhh" He is on his knees now cumming and pissing at the same time "ho-how do you now" he said while trying to look seductive and it's working "my mother is a witch, the red witch, and I know you 'mother' was the Royal sorcerer"

"I also know you won't like Saku at all so I decided that we will get married in a month and I already gave my annulment letter(you put in a Temporary annulment at first) to my fiancee. Now get on the bed and accept your punishment for thinking you could get away with using magic to harm people"

With that the crown prince tried to remove his clothing as fast as possible and ripping almost all his clothing but he didn't care all he cared about is the marriage and the punishment. You thought of something bad enough he'll be satisfied for the whole month

"you are taking too long slut" "I-I'm sorry I won't ask for a safe word" "Use the old safe word, got it?" "hmm~, yesh" (I know this is a bit cringe but I did this a few weeks days ago so not really the same)

In the end I decide so spank him with a broom full of splinters he forced a maid to use such a beautiful red color. The rest was just edging till he came so hard he passed out but oh well

200 years later

You can't believe in the end you had 50 children but that doesn't matter when you have a beautiful wife and a strong kingdom but your time has come

You wonder what will happen when you treated him differently

With that you draw your last breath and closed your eyes

You awoke in the past the same as before but how will you treat him?

[papermatisse]

inquiring minds || B.BH

♔ pairing: professor!byun baekhyun x f!professor!reader

♔ genre: fluff

♔ word count: 2.7k

♔ warnings: none

♔ synopsis: the students of sm university have their attention on the popular history professor and his secretive lifestyle. student beomgyu finds a person who may hold the answers on everyone's minds.

♔ (a/n): happy birthday, @biaswreckingfics! can't believe this is my second year writing you a bday fanfic! im so happy to call you my friend! I tried making this a drabble to show my growth to you, but failed miserably. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless!

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Byun Baekhyun was an enigma.

A history professor with an impressive academic history to coincide with his doctorate. Young, handsome, intelligent. Though also a gifted professor, delving into each and every subject of his with such unadulterated enthusiasm of his own that his students couldn't help but feel just as invested themselves.

He was hyper, dashing across his lecture hall, hands raised in the air, so entirely devoted to his craft. His teachings were practically performances as he embodied the era he spoke of. He was a professor many would yearn to have, someone who was incapable of ever losing the attention of his students. He held to the firm belief of not taking life seriously, lest you not make it out alive, and he stood there as a triumphant example of what splendor life could offer if you merely enjoyed it.

All of these characteristics that had made him so utterly popular, yet the student body knew little to nothing about the man. Because although he was the human personification of a puppy with his bright eyed wonderment and neverending infectious joy, he was extremely reclusive. Everything about his life was kept to himself, to the point that there were more speculated rumors about the man than actual truths.

So far what was known of Baekhyun was his age, his degree, his dissertation, and his eternal battle with his cat. The man was an undeniable dog person, and often accepted late work from students if they even so much as sent him a blurry photo of a dog, let alone bring the actual dog into class for him to dote upon whilst he taught. He'd come into the lecture hall at times, a scratch or two on his arm from where his cat had bitten him, though the ongoing battle between his feline and himself was a series that many found themselves subscribing to with gusto.

There was no discernible moment in time that the tides seemed to shift, but the populous had unanimously and without debate began pestering the man for more information about his life.

It had begun as simple questions, merely asking what he'd eaten that day, what his cat looked like, even where he got his sweater from at some point. At times, he'd give a wry answer, barely even acknowledging whoever asked such a minuscule question in the first place. Occasionally he'd stay quiet, or perhaps even reflect the question back to the student in his usual comedic manner.

Though the questions soon escalated.

Do you have a social media?

"Do you not see enough of me at school already?"

Are you allergic to any foods?

"I don't trust anyone with that type of knowledge."

What's your mother's maiden name?

"Isn't that a security question?"

One day, one of those personal questions had garnered an intriguing response from the man.

"Are you dating anyone?"

A subtle smirk crossed his face for the briefest of moments, followed with an amused puff of air expelled from his nose as he remained where he sat, typing at his computer while his class wrapped up for the day. This insighted much enthusiasm from the masses, everyone gasping and talking over one another ecstatically at the newfound information.

"Mr. Byun, you never told us you were dating someone!"

"Who are they?"

"How long have you been together?"

"Enough, enough," Baekhyun waved off the curious undergrads, rolling his eyes with a smile. "I'm not dating anyone. Now go to your next class, I'm in office hours mode from this point on."

"Does that mean we can stay and ask more questions?"

"History related."

Although they had all vacated the classroom, the events hadn't left the minds of some students, one specifically being Choi Beomgyu, an English major who was on his way to his TA class. Professor Byun was someone he had grown to highly respect, with his kind and funny nature, willing to help his students no matter the assignment. Although the class was a requirement for him, Beomgyu found himself enjoying it far too much, to the extent that he was even deliberating minoring in history alone.

Though he knew Baekhyun was a rarity of a professor, and walking into his English class served as a reminder of that fact as he looked towards his English professor.

Professor (l/n) was the personification of the stereotypical English professor, or at least the ones commonly depicted in media. Oversized knitted cardigans with loose stitchings, hair tied back and away from her face in a messy and carefree manner, a tired scowl resting on her face as her eyes roved over endless stacks of papers, darkness lingering beneath her gaze as a consequence to her exhaustion.

Beomgyu sat beside her desk, waiting patiently for her to glance over at him, though by the looks of it, she was far too preoccupied with grading to even acknowledge his presence. Though he was used to this by now, often greeted by her well after he'd arrive. It also granted him some more time to stew over Professor Byun before he'd have to delve into grading.

Although it was expected, he hadn't really expected Baekhyun to actually be dating someone. It had him considering who could possibly handle someone like him. Was the man as energetic at home as he was in the classroom? Was it someone interested in history as well? Could it even be a professor at the university? Perhaps someone even in the humanities department like him?

"Professor (l/n)?" He spoke breaking the silence and causing her to shoot her head up in surprise, sighing upon just seeing her TA.

"Good morning, Beomgyu, how are you holding up today?"

"It's… Well into the afternoon." He laughed as she reached for her phone, humming in understanding at his words as she verified the time of day. "My day has been okay. I just had Professor Byun's class, so I'm kind of tired."

"Makes sense." She responded, this intrinsic understanding tone laced in her voice as she returned to her grading pile, marking things as she read through them. "You can take a few more minutes to yourself."

"Do you know Professor Byun?" Beomgyu asked absentmindedly, not expecting much else other than a mere shrug or an uncommitted confirmation, though instead she nodded to him, not turning away from her work for even a moment. "Well, I mean, do you like… know him, know him. More than just a work colleague."

Another nod.

This stunned Beomgyu, not really expecting someone as cloistered as Professor (l/n) to have acquainted herself with someone as sociable and outgoing as Professor Byun. Though at the same time, it wasn't so far-fetched. The two are just a few doors away from each other, both housed under the humanities department. Perhaps she just tolerated him, because Professor (l/n) was not someone who accepted tomfoolery in class, rather strict when it came down to someone disturbing her class with laughter or audio from their phones. It didn't seem like they'd be necessarily close when taking their countenances into consideration.

"I'm assuming if I ask you questions about his life, you wouldn't really say much?"

"Not without his explicit permission, no." She confirmed with a huff, backing away to take another sip of her (likely cold) coffee.

"Do you need me to get you a refill from the backroom?"

Glancing down at her cup and then to her TA, she shook her head.

"It's fine. I'll get some in a few minutes." Beomgyu reached for one of the essay piles, pen in hand ready to grade alongside her, unaware of the curious gaze now directed towards him. "What's with the sudden intrigue in Professor Byun?"

"Not really sudden." Beomgyu chuckled, fiddling with his writing implement while recounting his time in the general history course. "My class has been pretty annoying lately with him, trying to get him to spill as much information about his personal life as we can, but he's really reserved. Surprisingly." This earned Beomgyu a snicker from his professor, encouraging him to continue. "Today, we almost got him to spill about a potential relationship of his. We asked if he was dating someone and he didn't outright deny it immediately like the other questions." Beomgyu reconsidered Baekhyun's reaction—definitely intriguing and definitely suspicious. It warranted Beomgyu's otherwise peculiar intrigue in the matter, he had insisted. The natural desire of people to sate their curios no matter what. "He denied it eventually though. Said he wasn't dating anyone."

"He's not." Professor (l/n) responded, causing Beomgyu to look at her with wide eyes. She went back to her papers though, seemingly no longer interested in the conversation, but ever the determined student, he persisted.

"You know a lot about his personal life?"

"As much as he's willing to tell."

How could Beomgyu concentrate on grading when the answers to everyone's questions reside in the stoic English professor before him? Such an unexpected source of information, yet also so obvious. Someone who keeps to herself, therefore someone who won't blab about Baekhyun to others. Someone close to him, physically so in the case of their similar departments. Quiet and somber, a guaranteed good listener. Attentive and keen, given her English background and analyzing capabilities. The more Beomgyu thought about it, the more fitting it all seemed.

"Since I can't ask about Professor Byun, could I ask about you?"

She glanced over at him, eyebrow raised momentarily, though shrugging nevertheless, casting her gaze back down to her papers.

Much like history class, he started with simple surface level questions, ice breakers to warm her up to his interrogation.

"When did you graduate?"

"Few years ago."

"What did you last eat?"

"A blueberry muffin."

"What do you do in your free time?"

"Read."

And again, much like Professor Byun's class, his questions gradually escalated.

"When was the last time you lied?"

"I don't remember."

"Was that a lie?"

"Probably not."

"Have you lied any time throughout our talk?"

"Not really."

Though it was one question that struck a chord in Beomgyu, causing him to narrow his eyes at his professor upon her answer.

"Are you a dog person or cat person?"

"Cat person." She answered immediately, shaking her head at the mere prospect of the former option. "Dogs are very active and loving, and it's just something I'm not necessarily comfortable with. So I have a cat back at home."

"What's this cat like?"

"Hmm… She loves me… That's the most I can say about that." She laughed to herself, and unbeknownst to her, her student sat there putting pieces together. Pieces he hadn't even considered to even go together in the first place.

"Do you have a social media?"

"Yes."

"Are you allergic to any foods?"

"Some."

"What's your mother's maiden name?"

"No comment."

Suddenly, with the similarly ambiguous answers swirling in his thoughts, his eyes strayed down to her hands, busy scribbling feedback into papers, still far too preoccupied with her grading to notice his suspicions.

"Are you dating someone?"

"No." The answer came smoothly, no hesitance or deliberation in her voice. And when she spoke her answer, he saw her hand twitch. Her hand tucked away in the long sleeves of her sweater. Beomgyu had to bite back a smile as his next words arose in his head.

"Are you married?" She paused writing, a sly smile of her own sprouting forth as she turned to face the young boy. Her eyes narrowed much like his own investigative gaze, but she nevertheless accepted his inquiry.

"So you've discovered the loophole." She stated, lifting her left hand and letting the sleeve slide down, revealing her fingers, one of which held a diamond ring, glistening under the fluorescent lights of the classroom. His jaw dropped, staring at her in disbelief as she laughed at his reaction. His eyes darted between her face to her ring, silenced at the sudden turn of events in their little game.

And the questions seemed endless at this point, buzzing in his head and begging to be asked. How long have you been married? Why are you hiding it? Who exactly are you hiding it with? But instead, his mind opted for two alternative questions.

"Your maiden name?"

"(l/n)."

"Your current legal surname?"

"Byun."

Beomgyu hadn't even a moment to stir in his unabashed shock, because as if on cue, the doors of the classroom burst open, and in marched Professor Byun in all of his enthusiastic glory, a coffee tray and a paper bag in hand as he smiled at the woman seated at her desk.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Byun," Baekhyun placed the food items on the stack of papers she had been engrossed in, coercing an indifferent scowl from her while he unpacked the brown bag.

"That's Professor (l/n) to you." Beomgyu watched with bated breath as Baekhyun tongued the inside of his cheek cockily, leaning forward onto her desk in as suave a manner as he could muster.

"That's not what you were saying last night."

She stared at him for another second, her eye momentarily twitching in her futile attempts to keep to her somber expression, though eventually her facade slipped away from her, the English professor lowering her head in defeat as she laughed at his response.

"What's that even supposed to insinuate?" She asked between giggles, hand raising to cover her mouth. Baekhyun shrugged, spewing out his own chuckles alongside with her.

"I don't know, but it got you to laugh, so I consider it a win for me." He rested half his weight on the end of her desk, eyes trailing over to Beomgyu who still sat there with widened eyes darting between the two. "Good afternoon to you again, Mr. Choi."

"Professor Byun," he replied, voice strained and wary, the boy wholly unaware of what to make of the situation though also struggling in his attempt to not merely combust where he sat, whether it be from surprise or excitement.

Baekhyun glanced back at his wife, who was now taking sips from her new warm coffee.

"What's up with him?" He asked her, head nodding towards her now silent TA.

"He found out who you're married to."

"Ah, I thought he already knew." Baekhyun snickered, turning back to Beomgyu with an amused smile. "I thought I was secretive, but how could you not even tell your own TA you're married?"

"It never came up." She went back to grading papers, one hand holding her pen while the other held the pastry Baekhyun brought her.

"So newfound information. You must have many questions." At Baekhyun's inquiry, Beomgyu finally relinquished his restraint, the questions that were all but culminating in his head finally spilling forth like a flood. His words slurred together as he spoke in almost a rushed manner, as if to say everything on his mind before he forgot, though with how impactful of a discovery this was, he highly doubted he'd ever forget even the most minute of details of this very moment.

Baekhyun laughed at the boy's enthusiasm, barely even taking in any of his questions, though still trying to appease him as much as he could. For the first time since Beomgyu became his student, he finally had a first seat preview of Professor Byun's personal life of mundanity, and his uneventful day to day that consisted of work, grading, and spending time with his wife and cat. An ever domestic livelihood, but if the smiles on both of their faces as he discussed their daily routines were any indicator, it was a calming, fulfilling peace. A tranquility rarely ever attained, though one that's often strove for.

(y/n) flicked Baekhyun's arm with the tip of her pen, earning a whine from the man who retracted his arm from where he leant it in front of her.

"Get out, you're distracting my grading assistant."

"But I brought you sustenance." He nudged the bag which once held her midday snack as took another meaningful bite of her pastry, nodding at his words at the end of it all.

"I guess you could stay for a few minutes more."

"I brought you sustenance, and my love."

"That's not as important as the sustenance."

Though with that warm, fond smile on Baekhyun's face, and the way she paused her incessant grading to drink the coffee he brought her while responding to his commentary and jokes, it was obvious that the love was just as, if not more, important than the sustenance.

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Adrenaline - Chapter 2 'Bad Timing'

Tags for this chapter: Battle scenes, Blood, Violence, Fighting.

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Leaning back against the cool metal framework of the cafe chair you popped the last strawberry from your pancakes in to your mouth and sighed in satisfaction as Xavier also finished up eating his meal, albeit slightly more healthy than yours. You did contemplate on whether to order something else as it had been a later lunch than you had liked but you’d had a mountain of paperwork you had to finish before you could head out so by the time you’d reached the cafe you were famished. However you refrained, knowing that Zayne was right and if a fight did happen then you didn’t want to be doing it on a full stomach.

Xavier had seen you smile to yourself at receiving a text and guessed it was from the Doctor you were dating causing his heart to ache slightly at knowing that it wasn’t him making you smile in that way. It was common knowledge in your close circle that you were seeing Zayne, not that he’d personally met the man but after overhearing you and Tara talking in the office one evening he’d asked about it and wasn’t too keen on the answer he’d gotten.

He’d acted happy for you of course but internally he regretted that he hadn’t asked you out sooner. “So, you and Zayne” He started with, the name of the other man bitter on his tongue “Is it serious?” His asked, his question seeming innocent enough as he watched your reaction, finding the way your cheeks tinged slightly pink adorable at being asked that by him.

“We’ve only been dating a month Xav, who knows where we’ll end up” You paused as you gave a slight shrug “But… I hope so.” You continued in a softer tone. You’d had a couple previous relationships before but they were more flings than anything and you’d never felt this strongly about someone as you did with Zayne. He may seem cold and aloof to most people but you’d chiseled your way through his icy barriers, getting to see the warm, strong and caring man you were loving getting to know more of. Letting out a slow sigh you fiddled slightly with the edge of your napkin “It’s been difficult to see each other recently what with both of our professions, I’m either out on missions or he’s staying late for emergency surgeries. Getting any free time to spend together for that matter is rare.” You trailed off a little at that fact, you knew work was important to both of you but sometimes you wished fate would be a little nicer and line up your free times better. Shaking your head you grinned “So you better help me make this date on time” You teased, your finger prodding the table below in a demanding sort of manner. Even though mainly joking, you were half serious, you didn’t want to get stuck doing overtime again.

Xavier had half hoped that you were going to say it was nothing more than a fleeting romance, but he knew better. He knew as soon as he saw your eyes and the way that your voice changed as you thought about Zayne that he’d never have your heart. It stung but all he wanted was for you to be happy and if that meant watching quietly by the sidelines as another man whisked you away then so be it. That didn’t mean to say that he wouldn’t still protect you with his life though and if Zayne ever did anything to hurt you then he would have no second thoughts about showing the doctor exactly how that made him feel.

Moving to stand up he offered you his hand “Don’t worry, you shall go to the ball tonight” He said teasing back but with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, though you didn’t notice, you simply just rolled your eyes at him and gave him a playful hit on the arm before gasping dramatically as if in realisation “Are you my fairy god mother?” You asked, you tone light and teasing as you chuckled before accepting his hand as you both stood. Spending time with Xavier always made you feel relaxed and after working together as partners for just under a year you cherished his friendship.

You both glanced down to your hunter watches when they beeped in sync indicating that there was an increase in metaflux nearby and began to fish out some cash from your pocket before feeling a gentle touch on your arm to stop you “Now what kind of a fairy god mother would I be if I didn’t treat you to a meal” Xavier said as he placed a pristine note down on to the table before holding it in place with one of the empty glasses. Normally you would have protested as you liked to pay for yourself but with the chance of a wanderer being nearby you knew you had to start moving “Thankyou, but the next one’s on me.”

With wanderer attacks happening more frequently around the city, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you that your lunch break with Xavier would be cut short in order to go and find the source of where the increased metaflux was coming from. You moved in sync with one another, never needing to question each others actions as if it was on natural instinct. Keeping track of the watches directions, it took a little while as the signals kept appearing and disappearing in various areas before they led you both to an area nearer the outskirts of the city by the coastline. They disappeared once more causing you to frown as you looked around warily. Being a market day the streets nearer the beach were lined with dozens of stalls selling various items but what put you on edge was the amount of people that surrounded you. If a wanderer attack was to happen here it would bring about countless casualties and you glanced towards Xavier who seemed to be on the same wavelength. If you were able to find it without drawing too much attention you could hopefully deal with it quickly or bait it to the park area nearby with less people.

Just as you were about to draw your weapon your watches beeped again, the signal coming from more of a clearing to your right and you didn’t hesitate in running towards it, Xavier close on your heels. You saw a flicker of movement in the shadows before a dark shape lunged towards you “Watch out!” You warned as a glimmer of sharp crystalline purple missed your cheek by a hair as you dodged out the way. Twisting round you were within reach to quickly pull Xavier out the way of the oncoming Luminivore. You fired your gun twice in to the air in quick succession so that any people who hadn’t seen the Luminivore appear would be alerted that something was going on and evacuate the area. It had the desired effect as people nearby began screaming and running for cover. Xavier had recovered quickly, his sword materialising and slicing through the air before coming in to contact with the wanderers blade, it having managed to block his attack causing sparks erupting from the contact.

With Xaviers evol being light you knew the Luminivore would be drawn to him more for the time being, giving you a moment to be able to run towards where the market stalls were more densely populated to shout at people to evacuate. With that you started heading back to Xavier before you heard a scream nearby as three Herte Knaves appeared closely followed by what you thought was a Myst but yet it wasn’t. This wanderer was different causing you to be momentarily stunned as you watched it approach, its size nearly double that of a Myst but that wasn’t what had taken you aback. Everything about it looked deadly sharp, like other wanderers it’s exterior looked like it was made from rocks but they were covered in almost glass like shards, light bouncing and reflecting off each surface making it look almost pretty. You soon snapped out of your momentary shock when it sent a dozen of those shards your way causing you to dive out of the way for cover.

Catching yourself in a roll you were soon back on your feet and running as your fingers were already moving towards your watch before your brain could catch up, pressing the button to call for backup as god knows you were going to need it. You knew there was no chance of you being able to fight all of them on your own, but if you were able to draw them more towards Xavier until the backup arrived then you might just have a chance. Pausing behind the trunk of a tree you briefly closed your eyes and took a calming breath before beginning to dart towards the new wanderer, expertly dodging attacks that the knaves sent your way but drawing their attention to you all the same as you fired your weapons at them, the gunshots ringing loud around the now empty street.

You frowned as you saw a couple more knaves appear in front of you, advanced ones too. This wasn’t right, there shouldn’t have been this many wanderers in one place in the city, there were flux stabilisers around so that this didn’t happen. With pin point accuracy you managed to fire a bullet straight in to the weak spot of an oncoming knave causing it to shatter and disappear in wisps of dark purple before wincing slightly when the second one managed to get close enough to slice your arm. Even if you could’t check on it right that second you knew it was deep enough to immediately send blood trickling down your arm, the warm sticky red seeping in to the sleeve of your shirt where it touched.

The wanderer was gaining on you, swinging its weapon at anything that stood in its way as it chased you. Firing at the knave closest to you you managed to take it down in a couple of shots before you caught sight of Xavier who was now in heated combat with not one but two Luminivores. You pushed that bit harder to reach him, your heart beating faster with the effort of sprinting, blood pounding in your ears as the adrenaline from battle kicked in. “Did you miss me?” You teased as you took your place behind Xavier, standing back to back to shield each other from oncoming attacks. “I see you brought company!” He replied nearly having to shout over the sounds of gunfire and everything else.

“I signalled for backup, they should be here soon!” With one final shot you helped Xavier take down one of the Luminivores, a protocore dropping when it was eliminated but you were still heavily surrounded and the light was beginning to fade making way for sunset, the crimson hues starting to glint off the shards from the largest wanderer making it look terrifying. You needed to get rid of the last of the knaves as being the smaller of the wanderers they were faster and more agile which didn’t help when you were trying to block attacks from the two larger ones. As they got closer you decided to switch one of your guns for a sword, quickly manifesting one with your evol. You were adept with most weaponry so being able to switch when you wanted to helped immensely in situations such as these as you could fight in both close and long range combat.

Blocking a knave with your sword you quickly eliminated it with a couple shots from your gun before you saw a couple shards coming your way but were too slow to dodge them both. A searing pain went through your side as the second one caught it and you were lucky you managed to move as far as you did otherwise it would have been more than a small slash. Glancing to Xavier you saw a knave about to strike him, his attention fixed on the second Luminivore “Xavier on your right!” You warned, aiming and shooting at it since as you were too far away to do much more. Thankfully one of your bullets hit it enough to stagger it allowing Xavier to finish it off quickly before fixing his attention back on the more pressing wanderer. You’d noticed that you hadn’t been the only one who’d been injured in this fight, Xavier had a small cut above his eyebrow which had trickled blood down in to the collar of his shirt.

You hoped that the backup was arriving soon, these wanderers were somehow stronger than what you were used to and it was taking alot more to put them down. As much as you prided yourself on your peak physical condition, you could already feel the burning of your muscles from the constant moving and exertion and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to hold up.

Your attention shifted when the shard wanderer changed it’s direction and began heading towards the beach and you sprinted after it, gritting your teeth against the pain of the movement of running tugging at the wound to your side. There was someone on the shoreline, purple hair highlighted by the crimson of the setting sun “Rafayel?” You murmured his name without realising it but you knew that silhouette anywhere. He didn’t seem to notice the sound of the approaching wanderer or you as he looked out in to the ocean “RAFAYEL! MOVE DAMN IT!” You practically screamed as you fired in to the back of the wanderer, managing to shatter a few of its shards.

Xavier grunted as he dodged a swing from the Luminivore, his breathing becoming heavier from fighting so hard. With a roar he swung his blade down, enhancing the blow with his light evol and finally managing to crack the exterior with enough force that he was then able to shove the blade further causing the wanderer to shatter, purple crystals shimmering as they hit the floor before turning in to mist. He didn’t so much as glance at the protocore left behind as he stood on it, destroying it as his gaze was fixed on you. He began sprinting in your direction, taking down the last of the knaves as he went, a frown forming on his face as he was finally able to get a proper look at the remaining wanderer. He heard you shout at somebody as he nearly closed the gap between you before his eyes widened, his running faltering and it felt as though all the air had been knocked out of him.

“Y/N! NO!” He couldn’t stop it, he saw you get hit, watched as the wanderer suddenly halted, turned and with incredible speed swung its hammer like weapon towards you. He heard the crunch of your bones as they came in to contact with the solid edge of its weapon. The blow hit you square in the chest sending shards sparkling around you and taking you clean off your feet, hurtling you a good few metres through the air before hitting the concrete of the street below with a sickening thud. Panic and anger coursed through him, he felt the rage fill every muscle in his being as his breathing became ragged. He was usually always able to keep himself in check, took pride in being able to do so but the sight of your body unmoving made him snap. Gripping his sword tighter let the rage consume him, channelling it in to his evol before running towards the monster. The second his sword made contact everything was swarmed in a brilliant blinding white light before it faded and all that was left behind of the wanderer was a glimmering protocore.

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5 - Cassiopeia Rhodes

Part 6

Star Crossed Enemies

The Ark

Marcus Kane led Glass through the space station hallway from her quarters until they reached a private office that was only allowed to members of the council. He allowed her to walk inside first before shutting the door and gesturing to one of the two chairs surrounding a small table before them. “Have a seat, Ms. Sorenson.”

“What do you want to know about my ex best friend?”

Glass slowly sat down in one of the chairs.

The vice chancellor took his seat in the chair across from hers on the other side of the table. “From what I remember I saw you two mingling around this station almost everyday until you were locked up. What changed for you to refer to her as your ex best friend now?”

“She didn’t visit me in lockup. I assume she found better friends.” She lied through her teeth. She couldn’t admit the real reason or that would expose everything the Griffin family was hiding.

Kane made a noise reaching inside a nearby desk drawer, taking out a tablet. He typed a few times on the device, spinning it around where she could see old security cameras footage of the bay where they floated people for their crimes. “Then explain why exactly you are interacting with her on this tape.”

Glass gave him a silent confused look until she recognized her own voice before her figure hugged the other blonde girl standing before her in the video. “Cass! Why are they sending you down there? It isn’t safe yet. It hasn’t been a hundred years yet.”

“I don’t know why they’re doing this. I don’t want to go, Glass.” Cassiopeia blabbered off through tears.

“Dr. Griffin, please don’t do this. She’s my best friend.” Glass on the video begged the doctor.

Kane sent the girl seated across from him a knowing look when Jake Griffin’s wife finally spoke. “Glass, it’s family business-“

“Oh for god sake. I have a sister. Her name is Clarke and we are twins and nobody knows about us. That’s why they are sending me to the ground without knowing if it's survivable or not!” Cassiopeia shouted before Kane hit pause on the video.

The councilmen then leaned his body forward on the table showing no emotions across his facial expressions. “Ms. Sorenson, I suggest you start telling me the truth before I have to begin threatening the answers out of you about this girl.”

“Threatening me in what way?” She asked in a quiet voice.

Kane replied. “You know how.”

“I’ll be placed back in the Skybox.” She shut her eyes when the words escaped her lips.

He nodded in response. “Now that we both have an understanding of what is going on here. Tell me everything you know about Cassiopeia Rhodes or should I say Cassiopeia Griffin.”

“How much do you already know about her, councilor Kane?” Glass asked the man in front of her.

She desired to keep her mother happy and also keep her friends identity a secret. Even though she didn’t like how Dr. Griffin sent her eldest days down to die a year before they had sent 99 other people down to the ground to possibly suffer the same fate. She wasn’t even sure if any of them were still alive on the ground.

Kane waited a minute before he answered the girl's question. “I know my friend Jake Giffin asked me to look out for her. But according to this tape my friend that I thought I knew didn’t feel he could be honest with me that he had another daughter.”

“Probably because he knew you’d float him and his wife over accidentally having twins.” Glass snapped back at him in her still calm tone.

Kane glared at the blonde. “Watch your words, Ms. Sorenson. Now that I have told you what I know, what do you know about Cassiopeia Rhodes?”

“Dr. Griffin has lied to her daughter Clarke for her entire life. From what I can guess she thinks that Cassio was just a childhood friend and not her older twin sister.” Glass tapped her fingers on the table, biting her lip. “I don’t know much more than that. Cassiopeia could tell you more if her mother hadn’t sent her down to the ground before you all sent the 100. If you want more information why don’t you ask Abigail Griffin?”

Kane eyed the girl for a moment running a hand over his chin getting up from his chair opening the door allowing a guard to enter the room. “Escort Ms. Sorenson back to her quarters and keep a close eye on her Guard Ridley.”

“Luke.” Glass muttered out a whisper recognizing the guardsman the second he entered the room. His curly blonde hair and deep brown eyes were hard to miss.

Luke tugged Glass up to stand from her chair dragging her out of the room by her forearm. The pair didn’t speak for a moment until they were out of ear shot from Marcus Kane. He gently pushed the girl against the wall caging her in with his arms making sure no one would hear them in the empty hallway. “What was all that about, Glass. Why did he have to talk with you?”

“It’s about my past, Luke.” She replied.

His tone shifted to a much calming one but even she couldn’t deny that it was visible on his face that he was concerned about her. “Is this about you being part of the 100?”

“Not that part of my past. It’s about Cassio Rhodes.” She shakes her head no seeing he hadn’t figured it out yet.

Luke raised a brow in response. “The girl that disappeared from the Ark a year ago. Most people thought she was dead, including myself.”

“She didn't disappear by choice. Dr. Abigail Griffin sent her down to the ground before the 100. She's the secret older sister of Clarke Griffin.”

Luke released a breath putting the pieces together. “The parents would have been floated for that.”

“Yeah and apparently the rest of the council is just now figuring out the secret they're been keeping for sixteen years.” Glass added on. “I - I don't care what they ask me about her. I just wish I knew she was alive.”

Luke wiped away a falling tear from her face, getting an idea in his head. “I might have a way to find that out. But we have to go to the monitoring bay.”

“Are we allowed in there?” Glass asked, concerned in spilling from her voice.

Luke sent her a quick look before they headed in the direction of the specific room that had originally been used to monitor the 100’s progress. “I know someone who got in there a few months ago. Her name is Raven Reyes. So don’t worry I know how to sneak us in there.”

Cassie’s pov

Bellamy had the restraints back on my wrists and ankles while I was sitting in one of the dropship seats rather than on the metal floor of the dropship. I was peacefully sleeping with my head laying against my shoulder until the top hatch door opened with a loud sound. Footsteps made noise until whoever it was hit their hand against the wall right beside my head making me jump awake. “Uh! What the hell?”

“Rise and shine Cassie.” Bellamy declared grabbing a metal stool, dragging it across the floor until it was right in front of me.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I stretched my limbs out. “What time is it, Blake?”

“6am. You ain't got time for beauty sleep, grounder girl.” He remarked back to me.

I groaned, laying my head back against the cold metal wall closing my eyes for a brief moment. “For a second I thought you almost called me beautiful.”

“I'm not looking for a relationship right now.” He responded.

I sent him a half glare. “Neither am I. Now why have you woken me up at farmer hours?”

“I need to start getting information out of you about your people and your friend downstairs still isn't talking. So I'm hoping you and your little blabbermouth can help me out here.”

The second he called me a blabbermouth I knew I needed to keep my mouth shut. I could tell him all I want about my life on the Ark. But if you snitched any of the grounders' secrets to the enemy they'd banish me or kill me if I ever managed to escape from this camp. “I can't disclose grounder secrets if I desire to keep my head. But I can provide you with other helpful information.”

“Yeah, like what?” Bellamy asked me knitted brows.

Hugging my knees to my chest I leaned my body forward trying to get as close to him as possible even though I was on the floor and he was seated on a stool so there was a big height difference. “Give you tips on how to survive down here.”

“How do I know this isn't just a trap and you're going to try and escape the second I let you mingle around camp?” He leans down where our noses could almost touch if one of us scooted forward just a smidge.

Forcing myself onto my knees I pushed our noses together making sure he heard what I said to him. “I saved your life a few days ago in case you're forgotten. I could have easily let that spear kill you but I didn't. So how about you give me a chance to prove myself unless you're afraid I might prove to be a better leader than you and Clarke.”

Bellamy focused his gaze solely on mine and we held that position for a few minutes before he drew his head back and took out a knife. “You only get two changes and if you lose both you're right back in this position again.” He cut away the zip ties getting up from the stool offering me a hand. I slapped my hand into his larger one allowing him to help me stand up, knowing this next step would be interesting.

[insanetvgirl]

|| Sick of love!||

Fanfic!

Yandere Roti X Mikan Tsumuki/Nurse!Darling

Theme song: Bruno is orange!

TW: THIS IS GOING TO BE A YANDERE FIC! MAYBE SOME CHARACTHERS WILL BE OOC! DOCTORS AND NURSES MENTIONS! BAD ENGLISH AND GRAMMAR THAT I AM GOING TO FIX AFTER

-💗-

" Yes! We are sick! Of love,and you are the reason. "

" You only have yourself to blame. "

Prologue: Gosh,i need money!

Y/n L/n!💉

" I AM GOING TO DIE I AM GOING TO DIE OH MY GOD- "

Kazuichi screams while I bandage his wound, he cut himself while fixing a car, well, I think he was fixing a car

" Do-Do-Don't worry Kazuichi! Is just a little cut,you are going to be fine! "

I finish bandaging Kazuichi's wound, he looks relieved and a little embarrassed

"Ah, I think I was a little dramatic, man-"

he says looking at the bandaged part of his arm, where the cut was

"Thanks Miss Y/n!"

He said happily and relieved and leaving the nurse's office

"N-No need to thank me!"

I answered stuttering... again

I help the school nurse every day whenever I can! I've been told that this is my natural habitat, my biggest interest is medicine, I want to be a nurse or doctor, but college is very expensive...VERY EXPENSIVE! I could try for college scholarships, but what if I don't get it? If I fail? I don't have much courage to take a test for a scholarship and tests like this aren't easy, especially the 100% ones

And I can't afford a medical course, my aunt doesn't have money, maybe I should give up I stayed at the nurse's office doing nothing, I even looked at the clock, the school day was over! I ran to my classroom and grabbed my backpack, since I had it in the room, everyone had already left, only myself to be so distracted!

I was watching curiosities videos about medicine on the computer, my aunt hasn't come home from work yet, maybe she's working overtime

In other words, another night alone

I love watching these types of videos! Studying this subject is very important to me, after all, someone can get hurt at any time.

But I still think about going to medical school, but how would I pay for it? Even if I tested for a scholarship, I don't know if I could do it, but I don't just want money to pay for college, but here at home we also have our problems... what a thing. I've now decided to stay on social media, see if people in my class have posted something or whatever, something to distract me, then I come across

announcement for a new season of Total Drama, with a new cast?

I know this show! I saw it with my aunt, the winner gets 1 million! Maybe...what if i

No, Y/n l/n you're not thinking about making an audition video to participate, are you? I wouldn't be accepted! Who would accept someone like me? There are more interesting people, MUCH MORE INTERESTING Maybe I should ask my aunt for advice when she arrives?

I will think better.

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" Did you hear about that, mother?

Broke her daughter's legs in two

And said, "It's too dangerous out there to walk, so I had to save you" "

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NOTES

Who missed me?

SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO SHORT OMG AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

This is so bad help

SORRY IF IS NOT ACCURATE!!!!

So,i am going to say that some dangaronpa ocs can appear at the story!

SORRY FOR BAD ENGLISH I AM REALLY SORRY!!:(

Maybe i am going to delete/rewrite that

I love u all! Remember of take care and drink some water

Kisses!^^

[hello-nichya-here]

Zucest - Age Regression

Notanon asked: So, given that:

1) you already had them playing house,

2) Azula is the spoiled brat, but also the more emotionally and psychologically vulnerable,

3) I have a guilty pleasure for loving and doting Zuzu taking care of scared, broken and vulnerable Lala:

I now have this post Agni-Kai headcanon, where Azula remains catatonic for a couple of days after her defeat and then suffers a psychological age regression: She curls up in a ball crying and saying in a small voice she is scared and she wants mommy and daddy and Zuzu. At first neither Zuko nor the doctors can understand what's going on, until one of the doctors has the proverbial lightbulb go off in his head and asks her how old she is. Azula timidly lifts a fully open hand, indicating she thinks she's five years old. Zuko realizes that this is before she even knew she could firebend, and consequently before Ozai started ruining her.

To add to the misery, the doctors confirm that no, it's not an act to manipulate Zuko and yes, she really thinks she's five, but she's super scared because, while she does remember some fragments and distorted parts of the last nine years, she thinks they were just a bad dream, but Zuko himself (with the scar and being more than twice the age he should be in her mind) is physical proof that her bad dream was real and it's making her even more confused and scared.

In other words, now Zuko has a real head-scratcher to deal with. How does he go about it? Take it away!

***

Oh. My. God. I love this. I love everything about this. Warning: it got kinky in the end because I'm me.

At first, Zuko is only gonna hold Azula close, rub her back and tell her in a soothing voice that everything is okay now, and that no one is going to hurt them. That the doctors just want to help her get better and that she'll understand everything once she does. That he is making sure mom will be back soon, safe and sound. Azula then asks about dad, to which Zuko awkwardly says that Ozai is... recovering too, and if things work out she'll be allowed to see him.

Obviously he doesn't really WANT to let Azula see their father, especially not in this condition, but she wouldn't have calmed down otherwise and it's not like Ozai will ever even want to recover, so that reunion is never gonna happen.

Azula relaxes a bit, but it quickly becomes clear that, for her to feel truly safe (or safer) she'll need to be in the palace, so Zuko just has the doctors take of her at home instead of at the hospital. His intention was for her bedroom to be her hospital room, but she refuses to sleep alone, so Zuko lets her spend the night with him, assuming that after a few days or weeks she'll feel safe enough by herself.

But she doesn't. And when they finally find Ursa and she's offering to let Azula stay with her, Azula refuses. She remembers almost anything, but it's clear that some of part of her still resents Ursa and doesn't feel comfortable getting any help from her, even if it's clear she likes the attention. Without much of a choice, Zuko resigns himself to being her guardian, trying to take care of her every need.

At first, he struggles to properly manage his time, since he has a ton of new responsibilities as Fire Lord, but eventually he gets a handle on it, especially whenever one of his friends shows up to give him a helping hand. And since Azula insists on following him around pretty much everywhere, reading or drawing on his office as he takes care of his political role, one day, without thinking, she ends up offering a great solution for a matter Zuko had been discussing with one of his advisors.

She seems to confused as to what exactly came over her, and it scares her a bit, but Zuko just picks her up and spins her around, kissing her cheeks and praising her, overjoyed that some of her old self seems to be resurfacing after so many months. His mother is a bit worried, since Azula's old self wasn't exactly easy to handle, but he doesn't even care. They've gotten so close that he is sure that once she fully recovers she won't go back to hating him, at least not fully, and that they'll find a way to be on good terms.

Their routine continues as normal, much to the doctors' disappointment, as they were all hoping Azula would start having more instinctive moments like that and start acting her again, but Zuko doesn't mind it one bit. He makes sure she's always getting enough food, sleep, therapy sessions, everything. He reads her a story every night and helps her bathe and dress up every morning. Whenever there's a thunderstorm, he lets her cling to him for comfort, no matter where they are or what he was doing. He even spoils her a bit, giving her anything she wants - sweets, books, toys, pretty clothes, etc. 

And as difficult as it is, he tries to be honest when Azula asks things like "Why isn't Lu Ten around?" or "Did dad give you that scar?" He can tell that, if he lies to her about happened, she'll stop trusting him, and even though the answers upset her, he always manages to soothe her. 

When he and Mai break up for the final time, amicably, Azula offers to be his new girlfriend so he won't be sad. Zuko chuckles and tells her that siblings don't date. He doesn't think much of her offer, assuming it's just a classic case of a child (well, "child" in this case) not understanding the difference between familial and romantic love. He is sure it's fully innocent.

He has no idea that what made Azula suggest that were strange thoughts she's been having, in which she pictures him kissing her and asking to marry her. They feel familiar, but not as vivid as events like their Agni Kai (which Azula doesn't yet have the courage to ask about), so she's unsure if they are memories of real events or of some daydream of hers.

Once it's been almost a full year since her breakdown, Azula instinctively creates a small, orange flame in the fire place during a rainy night, and Zuko is about to celebrate - until he notices Azula is clearly about to panic. That simple action led to dozens of unpleasant memories flooding her head - harsh firebending instructors, demanding teachers at the Fire Nation's royal academy for girls, Ozai's overwhelming expectations of her, and, of course, some battles she's been in. Zuko promises her that none of it will ever happen again, but this time Azula doesn't calm down until he's singing her an old song that Ozai used to sing for them, back when he was still putting in the slightest effort into being a good father. She falls asleep, but is still shaken the next morning. 

After that incident, her behavior becomes a bit inconsistent. When she isn't thinking much, she acts like she's around 10 years old, so still very much a child, but not as dependent on Zuko as before. But whenever she catches herself acting like that, she deliberately tries to act like she's 5, out of fear that Zuko will distance himself from her if he believes she doesn't need him as much. The doctors notice and tell him to try and stablish some boundaries.

But he can't. Each time she puts on that facade of helpless little princess that desperately needs her older brother (who is basically her father at this point) to take care of all her needs, he immediately folds. He does still try to encourage her to practice her bending again, and eventually she accepts, finding it quite enjoyable since for once there's no expectation for her to be perfect. It eventually gives her the confidence to not act like she's that much younger (though she still slips every now and then) and by the time of her 16th birthday, she's pretty much behaving as she did when she was 12 - once again, younger than her actual age, but making progress.

This, however, comes with the awkward consequence of Azula remembering some of her more... inappropriate thoughts towards her brother. She finds herself struggling not to stare when he's firebending without a shirt, or wearing clothes that make him look really good. Every night, when they go to sleep, she can't help but fantasize about kissing and touching him. As her treatment progresses, her fantasy self becomes more and more bold.

By her 17th birthday, the doctors consider her fully recovered - even if she insists on the facade that she's "too scared" to sleep alone. They once again remind Zuko to set some boundaries, and then leave the palace for good.

That night, Azula cannot help herself and kisses Zuko when he pulls her into his arms for a hug. He is shocked at what she's done and horrified at how his body reacted. He had fantasies about sleeping with her pretty much from the moment they were reunited after three long years, but her breakdown and the vulnerable position she had been in for so long after it had kept his lust dormant, and Zuko had naively assumed that his "unnatural" desire was dead.

He keeps trying to resist, telling her that this is wrong, and insisting that it would be taking advantage of her, even as she swears to him that she already wanted this long before he had to basically become her parent - but, of course, he eventually gives in and makes love to her. The morning after, he tells that it will never happen again.

It happens again that very night. And the night after that, and the night after that, and the night after that, until Zuko eventually stops kidding himself and just accepts that he's a freak. It was all the permission Azula needed to practically demand that he acts like her "daddy" again each time they have sex - and even when they're not. Zuko HATES how much it turns him on, as he feels it is tainting the genuinely innocent moments they had shared during her recovery, but Azula enjoys it so much that he cannot be bothered to keep judging himself for it.

He touches her each time he "helps" her bathe and get dressed. On some nights, he reads or sings to her before bed, and on others they just make love until they fall sleep. He'll "punish" her with spankings each time she misbehaves or does something wrong when firebending. He makes her indulge in every perverse fantasy he can think of in exchange for giving her gifts. 

He feels like the sickest man alive and he's never been happier, and Azula has never felt so adored in her entire life.

[gnashingwailing]

Kept notes on a reread I was doing of The Art of Love and War because I am so obsessed with the gay little borrower darkfic... sharing with u @fireflywritesgt

it falls apart at ch12 because that is where i consistently turn into a puddle under my covers kicking my legs and making sounds only audible to shrimps.

I HOPE THIS IS A SMALL TOKEN OF APPRECIATION FOR HOW GUD THIS FIC IS, SINCERELY... LIKE I SAID PUTTING THIS IN SOMEBODY'S INBOX IS PROBABLY A WAR CRIME. SO.

There is soooo muuuuch I want to saaaay. I did a reread and excuse my being verbose but.

Ch10 where Harry reads about how tinies don’t ask for things and prefer to do favors for them — how extra insulting that makes his message in Ch1!! “Just ask” no wonder Joe was so pissed!!

ALSO him feeling “dirty, somehow” about accepting chocolate that didn’t kill him… was he having a little bit of feelings for “the kind man” and it got transmuted into self-loathing… 😭 oh internalized homophobia tag we’re really in it now…

Re: ch2 I would kill for Joe’s pov of this… I’m also so fascinated to pick up the detail that Joe apparently talked to himself regularly, for Harry to hear him through the radiator pipes… one assumes Joe doesn’t have guests. Poor guy! He’s really smart! He likes talking! The assistant job is perfect for himmmm.

Re: ch3, i wonder how much Captain Calloway’s “if you die it’s your own damn fault” has influenced Joe’s life ethos of fucking around and finding out (btw… Harry would be sooo horrified to know Joe had been poisoned 3 times and still tried that chocolate 😭 yet another fun! anecdote of his) … im also kinda curious about Gutters. What’s that guy’s deal. And OF. COURSE. How Captain got all his injuries. It’s also so very sad he feels this tension with the guys, what they’d do to him if they knew more about who he really was. I love this as a metaphor for homophobia…

Ch5 I’m still fixated on the giants who are guarding the place. Hundreds of tinies going there every day… you’d think there’d be snatchers all over the place 👀 and the other great worldbuilding… lab tinies… “they were corralling everyone everywhere and the women and kids went one way…” GOD. also them building tiny capitalism plus tiny race science is just 😭😭😭 noooo… the way Harry reinforces their shared dignity and humanity by showing genuine interest in Joe’s art.. ouuuugh it hits every time.

ALSO I WAS SO SUSPICIOUS OF HILL WHEN I FIRST READ CH6 BUT NOW THST I KNOW HE IS A BONA FIDE WIFEGUY ALL IS REDEEMED. I AM so curious as to why he keeps tiny town schematics in his office if he dislikes it…

Ch7 profoundly funny to me how Hill is like “miniature is the academic term” and Joe is like what. Tinies.

I really appreciate how Harry started off having some uh. Idk. Colonizer savior complex stuff + noble savage ideas about Joe? Like “oh it’s in mother nature’s hands whether he survives then… I see…” as if the tinies social constructs about Pets are some immutable fact of nature instead of. A social construct !! It’s really well-done, how you show him gradually understanding that he needs to listen to Joe, not assume he knows what’s best for him just because he read a 50yr old anthropology book!! It makes me love Harry all the more that he managed to grow through it out of fondness for Joe 🥺

AND OF COURSE. THE G/T GOODNESS. My god. I loooooove that Joe is so creeped out by giants that he has to keep his eyes closed to stomach it… just feels. Hmm. Realistic?? It would be so overwhelming. I love that his trust gets rewarded with the doctor not hurting him…

The rapport they establish being based on talking to one another… it’s just suuuuch a perfect central theme for this story… Joe being able to tame Harry’s anger by reminding him of Joe’s own humanity. “Please don’t do that, doc. This is mean. You’re being mean.” And “you’re treating me like I’m not even… not even…” UGH. RENT FREE IN MY HEAD, WARREN. “Maybe he could do it; maybe he could sit in the same room as a giant for five minutes. He would only have to do it once, and then he would never have to do it again, he reasoned.” Bitch u thought… get loved and cared for idiot…

Joe asking him “why not”, echoing Harry’s words that stuck with him…

And then him being sooo pissed at the phone it’s just absolutely amazing stuff. Wagging his finger at it/Dr Hill lmaooo. I was hootin and hollerin when I realized this foreshadows him being the assistant!!! He can talk on the phone just fine!!!!

His legs threatening to give way from the prospect of Harry seeing him at ground level after he escapes using the phone receiver… ouuugh. It’s SO GOOD. He’s come such a long way…

“Touching every wooden beam he passed for good luck” is INCREDIBLY cute mental imagery.., he’s happy… poor guy has awful luck tho so Harry is just pissed 😭 HIM NEARLY DESTROYING THE PLATES BECSUSE HARRY SCARED HIM SO BAD HAD ME FEELING.. SOME KIND OF WAY…

Ch8 also has the first mention of Joe’s books… I’m sooo curious where he got these.. did he perhaps make them…? 👀 YEAH HARRY SHOULD FEEL LIKE A MONSTER THO. YOU TERRORIZED A LIL MOVIE STAR!!! HE ONLY BROKE A FEW THINGS… Making him hide under his covers like he saw a monster… 😭

I love their first god awful handshake lmao. Incredible subversion of the usual g/t first meetings… Joe’s just like OK 👋 NOW GET THAT THANG OUTTA HERE

And then Joe going “I know about that!” Joe protested, his voice growing stronger. “It’s up to me, doc. If it happens, it happens and it’ll be my own damn fault.” … something tells me when Harry finally comes to understand Joe’s recklessness with his own life and what feelings about its worth may be underpinning that, he will be so sad 😔

Joe losing his toes to frostbite… realizing that could very likely be from when he was kidnapped and enslaved with O’Grady… uuuugh he’s so brave to want to connect with anybody at all let alone with Harry!!

Ch9 professor wifeguy moments… yesss… I love that he wants to hang out with another tiny too 😭 Joe is making friends!! I can’t wait to find out about Lorraine and what “other place” she knows about!!! Lmfao I can tell she’s going to be incredible just from the little bit Joe hears of her. I wonder too if she’s been marked��� aahhh I’m so excited to learn more about these two. How interesting of a parallel, too, that Harry noted Dr Hill might also be a former soldier… something-something folks unable to fully integrate into society finding and building community with each other…

Also PROFOUNDLY interested to note on a reread that the tiny town on his wall says “a SAFE place to be” and the one in Riverdale said “a CIVILIZED place to be” 😬 a damn prison indeed… I also really wonder just HOW the tinies are paying their rent(?) to stay there, if they’re all as disdainful of “borrowing” as a career as O’Grady seems to be…

MAY I JUST NOTE that Joe stimming around is sooo charming to me. He’s kickin’ his legs. He’s pacing back and forth. He’s doing something like that in the walls when Harry was first listening to him. I LOVE HIM.. aND I love how this chapter we see him going from “that tall bastard (derogatory)” to “that tall bastard (amused)”

AND POOR JOE ON THE MOST CURSED FIELD TRIP IMAGINABLE. There is much to love here but I absolutely adore this imagery: “Joe buried himself in the curtain as the doctor, dressed to the nines in his work clothes and vaguely resembling a horse in a brown suit, sidled over to him and towered there and seethed.” HE’S TERRIFIED 😭 and Joe learns that other people value his wellbeing more than he does… wow Joe no need to ponder that any further until Ch15!!!

There’s SO much incredible prose in this chapter… the haaaaands oh my god the hands. The tinies are on the order of 2-3 inches tall, right? You really get a vivid sense of how big and dangerous everything is to them… absolutely A+ stuff.

This part also slays me everytime I think about it: “Joe was hidden inside [the pocket], and the thought of how unhinged his dear neighbour must look to his fellow giants as he walked and talked gave him no small amount of delight.” HE WOUUUULD.

The mystery of just what Joe created as a boy… what he can’t find it in himself to articulate… why he can hardly fathom talking about himself and his inner world to anyone …

PART 10… the difference in the way Joe confronts Harry here vs with the assistant in part 16 is somehow heartbreaking to me. I think the anger must just be displacement for how he’s really feeling (worried, uncomfortable…) and he’s more able to show his feelings to Harry with the assistants than he is now… but Joeeeee. I don’t ever want him to feel hopeless with Harry, like he just has to accept whatever he wants 😭 I love him in this chapter… Arms crossed, eyes narrowed… red faced… clawing at the air as he ranted Jdhdhdj GOD HE’S SO ICONIC: ““Nope. Not gonna happen! Veto!” Joe leapt up from the box, strode all the way to the edge of the table, and jabbed a finger at him. “I don’t know what kind of sick, twisted doctor things you intend to do to people but whatever it is, it’s not happening in my house!”” I guess I want him to still be comfortable with yelling veto at Harry lmao!!

And then Joe being like WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOU SAVING ME THE OTHER DAY. THAT MEANS NOTHING TO ME, A WILD AND INDEPENDENT TINY WHO HAD IT ALL UNDER CONTROL, AT ALL.

ALSO: the way he words this, I have a strong suspicion he does not know the word “patients”?! “”Let’s make a deal in exchange for patients. Give me something in exchange for patients.” Joe stammered. “You do that and I won’t make any trouble.””

Harry thinking of Joe as “the little bastard” in counterpoint to Joe’s “the tall bastard” really makes me smile too, hahahah.

AND THE FURTHER G/T TROPE INVERSION… just because he was willing to get in the giant’s hands one time doesn’t mean he’s suddenly fine with it!! I love how pissed they are at each other over this misunderstanding lmfao. He’s 👏 a 👏 wild 👏 tiny 👏 ‼️

And it’s so meaningful to me that the two of them bond more over sharing art with one another… Harry wants to introduce Joe to an amazing piano player… and Joe is so happy!!! The idea for a Charlie Chaplin bit with a rich miniature woman is SO inspired btw, I was as delighted as Joe was 😭 Harry being like “oh shit wait is this offensive” and then Joe just being like “THIS FUCKS SO HARD LMAO IT REALLY DO BE LIKE THAT”

And then the tragic aftermath… Harry NOTICING that he didn’t even know that he was doing anything wrong by bringing Joe there, it just FELT so dreadfully taboo (enough that Hill, who is MARRIED TO A TINY, also seems like he’s been caught doing something wrong when Harry first meets him)…. and then of course society reinforces that fear in a terrible way. Only a shared humanity regarding love of art saves poor Joe.. how lucky he’s gotten enough exposure to be able to speak in the presence of giants. You have to ponder how many tinies just as wonderfully complex as him have died for not having that skill. It’s so very sad!!! THE IMAGERY OF HIM ON THE LAMP LIKE IT’S A STREETCORNER JUST TWISTED THE KNIFE. Your writing really is so excellent, the way you can carry us through so many different emotions… Joe my belovedddd. I’m simply obsessed with the implications of him NAMING HARRY. WHAT IS /THAT/?? And the way that the narration in the story from this point on swaps to using Harry as his name… it speaks VOLUMES without you needing to elaborate on it at all. Joe has changed him! He’s becoming someone he likes better than Herman! A day we had good luck… Harry is good luck… Luck as a concept very different from what giants think of… I am absolutely enamored with how clearly he has a whole other world, another culture, that Harry can only guess at and be grateful to be included in.

JOE GETTING A NICE BATH AND A COMFORTABLE BED IN THIS CHAPTER IS JUST SO WHOLESOME (even if it will torment his Calvinist sensibilities later…) I am also so charmed to imagine how Joe must have woken up and been like “what the FUCK did I do last night. Where the HELL am I 🤨”

And then in Ch11 he’s like I WILL PROCEED NOT TO THINK OF THAT AT ALL. <- clueless

Ch11 is one of my favorites I think… we really get a good glimpse into how much heavy-duty rationalizing Joe is doing LMAO. “Taking food is fine, because I’m just using this tall bastard.” “It’s fine if I have leisure time.” “It’s fine if I like Harry and his company and I miss him when he’s gone and I want to give him a name.” “AS LONG AS I DON’T GET COMFORTABLE ALL OF THIS IS FINE.” This line is such a banger lol: “Joe Piccoli was many things as he went to sleep that night, but he was not a pet, and he was not comfortable.” And then the mouse!!! That Joe decides to draw rather than kill!!! Look at his needs being met!!!!!

IT ALSO ABSOLUTELY FUCKIN KILLED ME WHEN I REALIZED IN THIS CHAPTER THAT THE BOYS HAVE JUST. FULLY LEFT THAT FLOORBOARD OFF LMFAO??? THAT’S HIS SKYLIGHT NOW…

And then. Good god. The arm scene… it’s just. Soooo. 👌👌👌👌 I’m so … 😵‍💫💖❤️‍🔥…

“I’m a wild tiny!” “You’re going to be a dead tiny if that gets infected.” Their dynamic is so fucking funny. AND THE TENDERNESS OF HARRY TOUCHING JOE… Joe being so overwhelmed not exactly with fear but HMMM I WONDER WHAT EMOTION AND WHY HE MIGHT FEEL SO OVERWHELMED HE STILL NEEDS TO CLOSE HIS EYES AND PRETEND HE’S HIDDEN UNDER THE FLOOR AGAIN… 🤔🤔🤔 whyever would the touch of this kind giant make his hair stand on end and make him contemplate the reverence he’s being touched with and leave his cheeks burning… it is a mystery

And then Joe being so afraid the mouse would be hurt because in contrast to the kindness he’s been shown, he still has this long history of awful experiences with giants.. this part in particular made my heart hurt:

“Don’t kill the mouse, Harry, please don’t kill it. It’s just like me. It hasn’t done anything to you.” Joe begged.

Followed by him remembering that this is /Harry, his friend, who he knows/:

“The words hit Joe like the breaking of a spell, and he stood in the kitchen windowsill feeling downright foolish. Of course Harry wouldn’t kill the mouse, Joe realized - of course he wouldn’t do that.”

OUGH. This story is SO delicious I’m beyond obsessed…

The two of them having a much less Charged encounter after Joe has resolved some of his internal conflicts, at least for the moment… chatting away like they’re two normal friends while Harry touches him… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH‼️

Their motorcycle shenanigans… Harry showing Joe his precious Contraption and Joe absolutely hating it omg it was so peak 😭 PLAYING “WHO’S-MORE-BORING CHICKEN”… the way Joe is like “I would rather Die than have to listen to this guy talk about how he’s more exciting than me. Absolutely not.”

I also very much appreciate the foreshadowing of the street car on this re-read…

AND may I say I really love that they went on a little nature trip together!!! I have thought often of the potential of a g/t story set outdoors, where the normal sized person and the tiny are both made small by how all-encompassing the wilderness is. Something to do with camping or backpacking! Maybe something I want to write one day! This gave me a delightful taste of that.

AND ANYWAY THE ACCEPTING OF COMFORT EVEN AS IT FLIES IN THE FACE OF EVERYTHING HE’S BEEN TAUGHT TO ROMANTICIZE AND VALUE… ouuuughhh GET LOVED IDIOT!! GET SEEN AND KNOWN AND TAKEN CARE OF!!!

And then ch12… Harry’s realization that Joe won’t ever bring up anything if it’s just for his own benefit. Which by the way, on a re-read I can appreciate how cleverly you’ve set this up, if I didn’t write that clearly enough before! There’s something cultural there but also, I think, something uniquely Joe that Harry maybe can’t fully see yet. Harry’s watch from his parents breaking down at the same moment he’s trying to change his relationship with Joe, the new most important person in his life (at least I presume! He doesn’t seem to have other close friends/family) … very very good. This sentence is so evocative. Simultaneously funny and sad: “With the way Joe’s eyes shifted from side to side one would think the doctor had suggested they go rob a bank.” It’s very good angst realizing how much Harry is asking of Joe without him even knowing it…

BTW this part is so delightful. They’re so interested in each other!!! “When his footsteps announced his arrival, he could see the tiny’s movements through the missing floorboards as his neighbour crossed the floor and climbed back up to the windowsill above the counter.” <- guy who absolutely has NOT been gotten

“Joe smiling. A rare sight indeed.” JUST…. My heaaaart ‼️‼️

Also hilarious how Joe and now Harry have both had “mmm I do NOT like the way this guy is smiling right now” moments 🤣

GOD tho, Joe’s opening up about getting snatched… much like Harry, it made me feel absolutely beside myself.

^^^ AS YOU CAN SEE. I'VE FULLY FALLEN APART.

[lyledebeast]

Captain Vidal vs Colonel Tavington

Long ago, I rewatched Pan's Labyrinth (2006) with the intention of comparing its villain with from The Patriot's. Then and also in last week's rewatch, I was surprised to find even more similarities than I expected. In no particular order, some things these two men have in common: rooting out rebel forces, child-killing, torturing, speech-making, and shaving. So, why is it that Vidal is the most terrifying movie villain I've encountered in my adult life while Tavington is my babygirl? There are three reasons.

Vidal is crueler to his enemies than Tavington.

Captain Vidal (Sergi Lopez) sees the rebels as vermin to be exterminated. Within about ten minutes of his first appearance he brutally and unexpectedly murders a young man with a wine bottle in front of his father for having Communist propaganda, and then murders the father. He seems to relish torturing rebels and attempts to do so on two occasions. In the first scene, Vidal addresses the man in a conversational tone while showing him the implements of torture he plans to use to get him to talk and explaining the effects he believe they will have. He taunts the man, who suffers from a speech impediment, that he will let him go if he can count to three without stuttering. He also makes a speech to Mercedes, but it is interrupted when she attacks him with the knife we saw her sew into her apron earlier. Although Vidal views the rebel man with contempt, he faces him during his speech. Mercedes is only able to escape because Vidal is so little concerned about her as a threat that he makes the whole speech with his back to her. Like Tavington, running his mouth gets him into trouble.

Colonel Tavington (Jason Isaacs), in spite of claiming to find "real pleasure" in his victim's suffering, is prepared to ride away from his first encounter with the Martin family without killing anyone. He metes out Martin's punishment for having aided rebel soldiers, threatens him and his children with his pistol, and seems content until Thomas ignores the warning and rushes to free his brother. After one rebel dies under torture, Tavington offers his companion a chance at more riches to add to his stolen ones if he gives up the information. I think Tavington is lying here and would kill this man even if he had accepted the offer, but that he is trying to get out of torturing him too provides a sharp contrast to Vidal, who is clearly mixing business with pleasure.

2. Vidal is crueler to those close to him than Tavington.

Vidal's men are as rattled by his murder of the farmer and his son as the audience, and yet he lays the blame for his actions at their door: "Let this teach you to search these fools before you come bothering me." He berates them similarly throughout other scenes. Tavington is clearly annoyed that the lieutenant he replaces as the highest ranking officer at the Martin farm does not know who carried the dispatches handed directly to Tavington in spite of having arrived two whole minutes before him, but he does not reprimand him. Tavington's second in command shows signs of being afraid of him both during his interview with the wounded soldier and after the first tortured militaman dies, but Tavington never behaves towards Bordon in ways that justify that fear. After Tavington's men follow him into Martin's trap, he does make some attempt to stop the charge and mitigate the damage he caused.

The sharpest contrast, though, lies in Vidal, unlike Tavington, having members of his own family on hand to mistreat. Initially, he seems to show some concern for Carmen, his wife and Ofelia's mother, but it quickly becomes clear that this is only a facade. When Dr. Ferreiro tells him that Carmen should not have traveled so near her due date, Vidal responds, "a son should be born where his father is," and when she falls dangerously ill, he tells the doctor to save his son, even at the expense of his mother. Vidal is indirectly responsible for Carmen's death, and, of course, very directly responsible for Ofelia's, but one particular incident of cruelty really resonated with me on this last rewatch. At the dinner party Vidal hosts, one of the officers' wives asks Carmen how she and Vidal met, and she explains that her late husband had made his uniforms. Vidal apologizes for her and says, "My wife is uneducated, and she believes these kinds of silly stories are interesting to people." If he is embarrassed at having married is deceased tailor's wife, perhaps he should not have married his deceased tailor's wife? Embarrassed or not, he saw a polite exchange between two women and said, "What in the fuck is that? I hate it!" Carmen is not a wife to him but a broodmare, and Ofelia is simply a nuisance. The only person he really cares for is his son, though even that care is questionable.

3. Vidal's evil actions are backed by evil principles

While Guillermo del Toro's heroes in this film are communists, the film is so much presenting communism in a favorable light as it is absolutely skewering fascism and the kind of masculinity that goes with it. Tavington and Vidal's attention to personal grooming initially appears to be a similarity, but closer inspection reveals the differences. The scene where Tavington shaves in the creek sets him apart from his own men, who are socializing with each other, but also the more rugged militiamen who cannot be bothered with such superficial concerns (and yet remain barefaced nonetheless . . . somehow). Vidal, though, is shown shaving on several occasions. And shining his boots. And cleaning his watch. As any second wave feminist can tell you, it's not about the final effect but the work it takes to produce it. Vidal is reproducing a rigid, militaristic masculinity like it's his job, which in some respects it certainly is. It is also a family legacy.

Both films provide stories about the villain's fathers, but while Tavington's is told by him in a scene of surprising emotional honesty given his usual propensity for lying his ass off, Vidal's is told by an unnamed man at the aforementioned dinner party. When he describes General Vidal breaking his watch in battle so his son would know at what time he died, Vidal replies, "That's ridiculous. My father never owned a watch." If you want to dispel a rumor, telling an even more ridiculous lie is not the way to do it. It is not a rumor, though, and Vidal confirms that when he hands his son to Mercedes at the end of the film and holds up his watch, saying, "Tell my son when his father died." In his eyes, this child is less a child than a replica.

Vidal's masculinity is one rooted in violent domination of both women and men that he sees as less than himself. He wants to pass these traits on to his son. As he explains to Ferreiro, "That boy will carry my name and my father's." Tavington also seeks to subjugate the local population, but like his shaving, this does not set him apart from the film's heroes in the ways the filmmakers intended. Vidal is evil because he's a patriarchal fascist in a feminist fantasy/drama. Tavington is evil because he's British in an American nationalist propaganda piece. I would argue that Vidal "works" better as a villain simply because Pan's Labyrinth is a better-written, smarter story than The Patriot. Of all the insights comparing these films has brought me, my favorite has to do with fatherhood. While Roland Emmerich sets it up as a virtue in and of itself. del Toro reminds the audience that being a father does not necessarily have to do with being selfless and caring. On the contrary, it can be narcissistic. Caring for one's own children carries little weight if it does not also entail caring for other people's children, as Mercedes does when she takes Vidal's son from his arms and when she tries to protect Ofelia from him. She breaks the patriarchal cycle when she responds to Vidal's final demand with, "No. [Your son] won't even know your name."

Indeed, it has been a real struggle to write this post without digressing onto the topic of how well-written and amazing the heroes of Pan's Labyrinth are in comparison to The Patriot's, but that's another post!

[underthebrightmooninterests]

5 Amazing K-drama’s you might not have seen (kdrama recommendations)

These are all from the past few years and are all relatively recent.

#1: Flower Of Evil

Flower of Evil: 2020, 16 episodes

crime, romance

main leads: Lee Joon Gi & Moon Chae Won

summary: Although Baek Hee Sung is hiding a dark secret surrounding his true identity, he has established a happy family life and a successful career. He is a loving husband and doting father to his young daughter. But his perfect façade begins to crumble when his wife, Cha Ji Won, a homicide detective, begins investigating a string of serial murders from 15 years ago. Ji Won notices changes in Hee Sung’s behavior and begins to wonder if he could possibly be hiding something from her

Why i love it: I’ve been watching K-dramas for years and this drama is probably my favorite that I’ve ever seen. From the acting to the cinematography to the amazing plot twists. A female lead that isn’t annoying and dumb, a plot that isn’t unnecessarily dragged out and side characters as fleshed out and interesting as the main characters. Anyone with an interest in crime or action dramas has to have seen this masterpiece.

#2: Her Private Life

Her Private Life: 2019, 16 episodes

office romance, comedy

main leads: Park Min Young & Kim Jae Wook

summary:  A dedicated professional, Sung Deok Mi lives for her work as an art gallery curator. Devoting herself to her work, she is exceptional in every way, save one. Beneath that cool, professional facade, Deok Mi carries a dark secret. A secret she desperately wants to keep from the world. A secret that has driven lovers away. A secret that rules every moment of her personal life... 

Sung Deok Mi is the ultimate Cha Shi An fangirl. The devoted manager of a Shi An fansite, Deok Mi eats, breathes, and sleeps for Shi An. He is her sun, her moon. Her entire universe revolves around him. This is the secret Deok Mi must hide from the world. And hide it she does. At least until Ryan Gold, the art gallery’s new director, saunters into her life. A once famous painter, the former artist turned director considers himself an indifferent being, unconcerned with the lives of others. But when he uncovers Deok Mi’s secret, everything changes.

Why i love it: I HATE love triangles with a burning passion and haven’t seen popular dramas like ‘Love Alarm’ or ‘True Beauty’ purely because I feel like the love triangle is going to drive me insane. But ‘Her private life’ did the impossible and not only managed to make me still love the show despite the love triangle. But they also showed me how, if done right, a love triangle can be really fun! I genuinely like all the characters in this and I love how mature they go about the dynamics between the characters. And seeing a plot where the female lead is a fangirl and it’s not portrayed in a way that I feel like is offensive, makes the little fangirl inside of me really happy. All around this is a cute drama with just the right amount of angst. Every fangirl deserves a partner like Ryan Gold.

#3: Ghost doctor

Ghost doctor: 2022, 16 episodes

medical, fantasy, comedy

main leads: Jung Ji Hoon (Rain) & Kim Bum

summary: Cha Young Min is a genius doctor, with excelling skills at surgery, but he is arrogant and selfish. One day, he gets involved in an accident and due to this, his spirit possesses another doctor's body, Seung Tak. These two doctors are complete opposites, with opposite personalities and medical abilities. 

Young Min is arrogant and cold-blooded, only cares about his career and doesn't care about any of his patient's personal stories. Seung Tak is the luckiest and richest resident doctor whose grandfather is the founder of Myung-shin hospital and whose mother is the chairman of the hospital. Never wanting to be a good doctor, he becomes possessed by a ghost doctor.

Why I love it: I’ve always liked both Rain and Kim Bum as actors and I closely followed all their projects. So you can imagine my excitement when I discovered they were going to do a drama together. I mostly just love the concept of this drama. It pulls off the buddy comedy and fantasy elements perfectly. And even the emotional heartfelt moments and plot twists hit home the way they should. At the core of this story is the bromance between Rain and Kim Bum and I think the drama does a good job at making sure that the love-plotline doesn’t steal the attention away from it. All around, it’s a cute and funny drama that I have rewatched a few times and enjoyed every time.

#4: Under the Queen’s Umbrella

Under the Queen’s Umbrella: 2022, 16 episodes

historical, comedy, political

main lead: Im Hwa Ryung

summary: Within the palace exist troublemaking princes who cause nothing but headaches for the royal family and are about to be turned into proper crown princes. Their mother, Im Hwa Ryeong, is the wife of a great king. But instead of having an aura of elegance and grace, she is a prickly, sensitive, and hot-tempered queen. Once more serene, she changed since people kept pushing her buttons. She is a queen who sometimes abandons her pride and is even known to swear! Every day of her life is full of trials, but she withstands them all, for the sake of her children.

Why I love it: This is one of those dramas that I find difficult to describe. I intially scrolled past this on Netflix every time because the summary just didn’t appeal to me even though I love historical dramas. But then I saw someone on twitter talk about how underrated the show was and I decided to check it out. OMG, I can’t tell you happy I am that this person tweeted about it. The relationship between the queen and all her son’s and the way she steps up for them is just so *chef’s kiss*. Acting, cinematography, plot, this drama isn’t missing anything in my book.

#5: Weak Hero class 1

Weak Hero Class 1: 2022, 8 episodes

Action, school

main lead: Park Ji Hoon & Choi Hyun Wook & Hong Kyung

summary: Yeon Shi Eun is a model student who ranks at the top of his high school. Physically, Yeon Shi Eun appears weak, but by using his wits and psychology, he fights against the violence that takes place inside and outside of his school.

Why I love it: I’m not a very emotional person and don’t cry easily at things. But when I tell you that this drama BROKE ME. Omg, my sister and I were in shock for like three days after watching it. This drama is based on a webtoon and the show was so memorable that for the first time in my life I started reading a webtoon. This show centers around the friendship of the three main leads and how they deal with bullies, gangs and abuse. It’s been months since I first saw it and it’s still often on my mind. Definitelly recommended but maybe not to the faint of heart lol.

[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 30

I am really trying to be better but it is hard to forget my baby kitty...

Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.

If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Victoria was curious about the brain map in front of her. It was colorful, going from blue to white. Most of her right brain and about a third of her left brain were bright white. From what she remembered from anatomy class, the left brain is logic and the right is about creativity.

The doctor pointed to the right blob. “This explains your voices. Basically your brain is creating them and your left brain is not able to differentiate from reality. The over activity of your brain is unable to shut down and create your sleepless nights. What is your usual treatment ?”

Victoria thought hard to remember. “Uuuuh. A thymo-regulator, two antipsychotics in small doses and a relaxing pill to help induce sleep.”

The doctor pondered hard. “I see… Can you tell me a bit more about the molecules ? It would help me avoid creating a chemical shock.”

The young woman explained the dosage and the name of the molecules to the man in white robe. He nodded multiple times and took notes on his computer.

After what felt like an eternity, he prescribed her a stronger antipsychotic, some sleeping pills and asked her to increase the thymo-regulator. He also gave her a 2 week rest at home notice for Crowley, advising her to do the bare minimum and sleep through it.

She paid what seemed to be an enormous price and left the office.

Once outside, she bought a sandwich to eat while waiting for the bus. The prospect of climbing the mountain that leads to NRC wasn’t enjoyable for her. She clearly wasn’t a part of the mountain lovers club.

When she was done with her sandwich, the bus came and took her back to the academy. In front of it, she sighted. [How am I going to explain this to Yuu ? I should tell the truth, I know it but would they even be able to understand it ? It is a lot for a teenager to handle. “Hello, I am mentally ill but no worries I don’t go to the psych ward this often !”. She face-palmed herself way to go girl… If it is difficult for a child, what will it be when I will explain it to Grim ? The poor guy is going to ask me if he can eat it…].

She opened the door of the rundown dorm and was welcomed by the sight of the duo watching the TV, both with their mouths opened.

She had a small smile “Hey everyone…”.

They turned their heads and both had big smiles plastered on it. “Victoriaaaa !!!! We missed you !”.

Grim added “Yuu is not good at cooking.” while Yuu asked “Where were you ? We were a bit worried.”.

She had a small laugh and shut down the TV. Mustering her courage, she said “We need to talk about something serious.”

She sat on a sofa and inhaled slowly. “Yuu, Grim, I hide it, but I am a bit sick. Like I am constantly sick but by periods. And right now is one of those periods. Like you said Yuu, I am missing a lot of sleep and can’t really focus. And Grim, no I am not faking it to not go to the academy and work. I have 2 weeks off, so normally I should be better in a few days. Just that I will sleep a lot during the day and won’t be able to accompany you to school. Sorry…”.

Right on the dot, Grim asked “Can’t you eat it ?”.

The woman felt her soul leaving her body. [Super…]

Yuu hushed Grim. “You can’t chew off illnesses, Grim ! You need self-care and medications, even if it is just a cold. It can become worse if you don’t do anything.” They faced Victoria. “I understand, I… We will do our best to not hinder you in your recovery ! We will be calm and not mess around.”.

She pinched her nose “It is not a question of hindering of not, it is a question of understanding.” The woman smiled a bit. “I take your word for it, be calm and study hard, the exams are in 2 weeks.”

Yuu mumbled something. Victoria raised an eyebrow. “Yes Yuu ?”

They bite their lips. “Will you give us a group math class ? Ace, Deuce, Grim and I are behind.”.

The brunette frowned. “What ? But you both study it a lot. What happened ? Show me your notes”.

Yuu reappeared in the living room with their notes and showed it. The woman flipped through the pages. [Mhm… They are still studying the integrals but… This is not the level asked for a first year student.].

She looked at the last page where could see an attempt to resolve an equation with variable substitution. She blurted “Is this guy… Incompetent ?”.

Yuu lowered their head. Victoria hurried “Not you, Yuu. The teacher !! I think he is inapt to teach.”

The Child was surprised and Grim gasped. Grim asked “Why ?”.

[The racoon loves drama ?].

The eldest answered frankly. “What you are studying is far too high-level for you. It is outside program. You should be beginning to study about irreal planes and their reasoning. Not integrals with variable substitutions.”.

Grim had a wide smile and threw his paws in the air. “So it is normal that we understand nothing !! Nya ha ha, I knew it !”.

The woman massaged her temples while giving back  to Yuu their notes. “Alright, I will teach you. But it doesn’t mean it will be now, I need to rest first. Maybe in a week.”.

Tagged : @hipsterteller @1-randomized @boba-tea-fish

[hypnotisedfireflies]

I was just wondering if you had any more delegated scenes from The Legend of Charro?

I am rabid from some Western AU!

Oh! I was going to share more of these and clean forgot. Thank you for reminding me. Yes, I do have some more cutting room floor bits. (And thank you for wanting to read more!!!)

I honestly don't know now where this one originally fit, but it was likely a middle chapter since the relationship is established. I actually have three cut versions of this scene but this is the better one. I wanted to include how they got engaged, but I couldn't make it work. I think I wrote they were engaged for around 18 months?? (because he was away, and her mother passed, etc) so they're about 17-odd here, and it's around?? a 18 months?? before the trouble started. (I think??) Anyway, it stops abruptly when I realised it wasn't working.

I also wanted to hint at the postmaster and Isobel colluding early by reading their mail, but it didn't seem that important to include when the rest came together.

Anyway, here's another outtake from The Legend of Charro, my Tessjoel Western AU:

Tess stepped up on the long wooden walkway connecting the general store, the doctor’s clinic and the post office.  She pulled her shawl a little closer and tried to keep her steps even and slow, but it was hard when she knew there might be another letter waiting for her.  She had a little stack of them in her pocket, tied together with string.  Joel was writing whenever he could.  He was somewhere west now with Sheriff Hocking, getting all that good experience for when it was his turn to keep the law of the land.  She was so proud.

She turned into the building and went right up to the counter.  The postmaster sure took his time getting up from his desk, but he smiled behind his half-moon glasses.

“Good afternoon, Miss Carradine.”

“Good morning,” she answered, wanting to leap over the counter herself and check the pigeon holes.  She knew which one was theirs, and she could see a letter sitting there.  “My ma sent me, she’s hopin’ for a letter from her sister in Boston?”

“Just this one,” he answered, plucking the envelope from it place.  It looked pretty beat-up, but had been pressed flat for her.  “Don’t think it’s from Boston, and it’s for you,” he looked like he knew exactly what she’d come for.

“Thank you, sir,” she answered, and tried not to snatch the letter from his fingers.  “Give my best to Isobel,” she added.

Tess hurried out, opening the letter as she went.  The seal gave easily beneath her trembling fingers and she tugged out the page inside.  She sat down on the side of the walkway to read, heedless of being in anyone’s way, uncaring of being found.  Everyone knew they were writing.  Why, her mother was even reading the letters, just to make sure there was nothing untoward. 

She smiled as she read through his brief descriptions of where he was and what he was learning, the things he saw and wished he could show her.  He always wrote that – some version of carrying her with him so that, in a way, she really could see what he saw.  The idea that he could be out there amongst so much and still thinking of her dazzled Tess.  And then she came to the last line and –

“Tess.”

“In a minute, Nathaniel.  I’m readin’.”

She leaned closer to the letter.  Had she really read that last bit right?

“Tess!”

“Can you give me a goddamn minute, I am tryin’ to read!”  She looked up in a fury, pulling her letter close in case he tried to take it away from her.

Nathaniel scoffed and held out his hand.  “Come on.”

“It’s for me!”

“He’s back, Tess.  He’s over at the jailhouse right now.”

“He’s back?  But I just got a letter.”

“Well, he beat it home.”  He shook his hand in the air.  “Come on.”

Tess took her brother’s hand with a slow grin and dexterously folded up the letter with her free hand.  She was still holding it when he escorted her into the sheriff's office, where the sheriff himself was sitting on the edge of his desk and chatting to his oldest son, standing before him with hands on hips.

What polite conversation took place for Nathaniel and Sheriff Miller to leave them alone was utterly lost on Tess.  She and Joel beamed at one another as the dust danced in the sunlight between them, too charged to settle on the boards. 

“When’d you get back?”

“This mornin’.  You look nice.”

Tess shook her head quickly and looked down, still smiling away.  “No, I’m all dirty.  I rode in with Nathaniel and – and we only just got in.”

“I’m all dirty, too,” he explained, passing through the sunlight to reach her.  “Only just come on back.”

He stopped when they were toe-to-toe.  Tess felt a little thrill loop around her stomach.  He glanced past her to the closed door.  Soft voices out there, hoof beats on a dusty street.  He was going to kiss her and that excitement, that moment right before they did it, never waned.  She especially liked the way he kissed her after he’d been gone a little while.  Tess curled her fingers around his necktie and he tugged her to him by the waist.  They kissed as long and deeply as they dared when the door could open any minute.

“You all right?”  Joel asked, short of breath and a little dazed when they broke for air.  “You been good while I was gone?”

She shook her head.  “No.  I’ve been bored and lonely.”

“You poor little thing,”  he grinned and kissed her some more.  “I missed you.”

The way his hands swept her back and skirt was nothing short of indecent.  Tess made the mistake of moaning and he broke the kiss, lifting his hands from her body to her hair instead.  He rested his head against hers and watched it pool and overflow in his fingers. 

“I’ll ride out to you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!”

He chuckled and lifted her to sit on the edge of his desk.  “Can’t you wait?”

“Can’t you?  Or you been callin’ on all those pretty girls out there?”

“No.” He shook his head slightly.  “Don’t talk like that.  Had all them others laughin’ at me while I stayed back to write you while they did all their whorin’.”

“… kept all your letters.”  Tess held up the one still crumpled in her hand.

“What you got there?” 

“That’s one of yours.”

“It only just come?”

“Mm hm.”

Joel leaned in to look at it.  She saw his confidence careen sideways when he realised which one it was.  His eyes flitted between hers and the ink.

“So … so what do you think?”

“I think … I think maybe I’d like that.”

“You’d like that?”  He broke out into a grin, shy and relieved, like he couldn’t quite believe it either.  Then he straightened up, all business.  “You know it can’t be right away.”

“That’s all right.  I can wait,” she eagerly replied.

“I have to ride away again.  Even as soon as next week. Don't look at me like that."

[rapha-reads]

The Star Beast

[SPOILERS AHEAD]

DOCTOR WHO SAID NONBINARY RIGHTS AND GENDER NONCONFORMING RULES!!!!!!!!

So. DoctorDonna is BACK. With a trans daughter, an absolutely wholesome husband, and a mellowed out mother!!!! What a BLAST that was, seeing her on screen again! It's what she deserves! FIFTEEN YEARS we've been asking justice for Donna Noble, and RTD delivered!!!!

(Also, is it me, or has Catherine Tate NOT aged at all?)

I'm super excited, that first special episode was awesome.

The Meep was terrifying and hilarious, even when they were being all cute, my very first reaction was "yeah, no, don't trust". Shoutout to Miriam Margolyes for the voice acting, that was perfect!

I loved that the Wrarth Warriors were so polite and official posh, with their look, it was super funny and interesting to watch and hear.

Oh, shoutout to our new UNIT liaison officer, Science Advisor 56 Shirley Anne Bingham! She sounds like the life of the party. I hope we get more of her (and her badass wheelchair).

I hope we get to see Wilf, it's so good that he's still alive, Bernard Cribbins is missed.

"Something that a male-presenting Time Lord wouldn't know to do" sent me OFF, lmao, also thank you RTD for all the references to Thirteenth, she WAS amazing and she deserves to be remembered.

Rose Noble is amazing and precious. She's going to grow up and be a brilliant, badass, amazing woman. That moment when she tells the Meep she feels lonely because she feels different hit right in the feels. Also her face when the stupid schoolboys bully her and call her deadname. [Personal aside: I argued with my mother today in amongst other things because she insists on calling me my full name version, which I don't like, instead of the diminutive, which is my chosen name - and she said "I named you Raphaelle, with the 'elle' ('she' in French, which, nope) at the end, very important", and that made me flinch so hard; please don't gender me, it's Rapha and that's it. Anyway, I'm glad to see more trans and nonbinary rep, especially in Doctor Who.]

Moving on.

If I had a nickel for every time the Doctor questioned "why this face", I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

DAVID TENNANT. Welcome back, Sir! I have to admit something: when everyone and especially people who kept shitting on Twelfth and Thirteenth got all excited about David Tennant coming back, I got a bit disheartened, because I felt (and a lot of people explicitly said) that it would overshadow and discard Capaldi's excellent work and Jodie's run, and I wasn't as excited about David as most people. BUT I gotta admit it: it is AMAZING to see David back in action as the Doctor, with the added weight of the Doctor's past three regenerations! He knows the character, he knows the history, he knows the universe, and it SHOWS. I love that he's older, wiser, grizzlier, more prudent, they got burn so many times, and yet still ridiculous, goofy, prone to fondness and kind to his bones... Yeah, that's the Doctor again.

And now onto the real star, the one true MVP... DONNA NOBLE. Most important woman in the universe. Brilliant, sassy Donna!!!! I looooove that amnesiac Donna gave away the money, and that it's the first thing she rails against when she gets all her memories back. It's just. Prime Donna stuff. All at once incredibly kind and driven to help, but also down to earth and practical. Yeah, yeah, helping others, of course, that's the priority, but also, damn it, take care of myself too, ya know? She's SO relatable!! Love that she adores her daughter and that's her calling. Remember when she felt so lost and aimless? Now she's got her objective: being a mother to an amazing daughter. Oh, and, uuuh.... Wrecking the Tardis every time she sets foot in it. Oops! Can't wait to see where they land!

Oh, oh, the Tardis! Not sure I'm a fan of the new design, tbh. Too white, too empty. I hope she's not going to stay like this too long. Pretty sure it won't, given that she's already on fire.

And on the last thing for this first episode: I do hope we're getting actual ties-in with the 60 years history...

Onto Wild Blue Yonder!