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Chocolates

Warnings: period talk

Summary: You're on your period and Neil offers you a little comfort when he sees you're having a bad day.

Words: 2.2k

Pairing: Neil Melendez x Doctor!reader

A/N: It's ridiculous how much time I wasted searching for a gif and still ending up unsatisfied. But for some reason when I search for gifs on tumblr for my writing I just get reaction memes these days. It's so annoying! Anyway, this was requested. I hope you like it and it's the way you imagined :) I really want to write more again, because it felt so good to just sit down and start typing, but life is so busy at the moment and both my physical and mental health aren't so great too! Hopefully it will all get better soon :)

You should have known it would be ‘one of those days’ when you walked into work with a belly ache, but you didn’t think much of it, hoping if you just ignored it the pain would eventually go away.

Only it didn’t. Instead it got worse, spreading into your lower back and making it hard to keep standing. All you wanted to do was sit or lie down and not move anymore, perhaps even curl over until the pain faded.

But you were on shift, the ER was buzzing and the hospital was understaffed. Sighing you grabbed the next patient’s file, scanning it quickly as you made your way over to where he was seated. Too late you realized someone was crossing your way and you bumped right into them, startling at the unexpected contact.

“Sorry!” You took a step back and glanced up at the man dressed in the blue scrubs, relieved but also a little nervous to find it was Neil Melendez. The two of you got along well, so well that it made you hope he would eventually ask you out.

But he hadn’t yet and you didn’t have the heart to do it yourself, fearing the humiliation of a rejection since you would have to keep working together.

Neil teased you and he flirted with you, but that didn’t have to mean anything. He was naturally charming. Still you hoped for the moment to come, your heart always losing its steady rhythm for a second when you laid eyes on him.

“It’s nothing.” He smiled at you and you tried to reciprocate it, but a sharp pain in your belly made your face twist in pain instead. “Well, I should get going”, you said once the pain had ebbed a little, but you didn’t make it far as Neil held you back by your elbow.

“You okay?” His brows were knitted and he watched you with a frown, his eyes darting over your face before he locked eyes with you again. You drew in a breath, tensing a little at the proximity and trying to ignore your galloping heart.

“Yeah, I’m fine”, you brushed it off, this time managing a smile. You saw Neil slightly narrow his eyes at you, but before he could say anything else you offered him a nod and hurried away.

-

You had never looked so much forward to your break, the imagination of finally sitting down and eating a meal keeping you going for the rest of the morning. But just as you handed over your last patient’s file, planning to head to the cafeteria, a voice called you back.

It was Dr. Lim. She was marching over to you and you could tell from her face she wanted something from you.

Not now.

“What is it?”, you asked, once she came to stand beside you, not hiding your frustration. The other doctor looked at you surprised, before holding an iPad out to you. “The imaging and report from Mr. Wellington’s CT just came in.”

You let your eyes flicker over it, not finding anything worth this fuss. “And?”, you asked, sounding as impatient as you felt to get held back. “That’s what I thought too”, Audrey continued unbothered, “but then I found this.” She used her fingers to zoom in on it.

“See this shadow?”

You squinted your eyes. “Could be anything.” “Right, but it looks like a small tumour. I already ran a biopsy. The results should be in soon.”

You glanced up at her, waiting for her to come to the point. When she didn’t say more you sighed. “So? Why are you showing me this?”

“Okay-“, Audrey snapped the iPad’ case shut, handing it over to the nurse’s desk, “Someone’s in a mood today!”

You winced under her glare, regretting how harsh you had sounded. It wasn’t her fault you were having a bad day and she didn’t deserve your attitude. “Sorry.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep inhale, trying to push away your annoyance. You really didn’t want to argue with Audrey today. Especially not over something stupid like this.

“It’s just-” You opened your eyes again, gesturing at the busy ER. “-My back is killing me and I have the worst cramps and I just want to lay down and suffer in silence.”

You let out a chuckle at your dramatic words and the way they came out as if they had been at the tip of your tongue only waiting to slip out, which probably wasn’t far from the truth, and Audrey offered you a sympathetic smile. “That time of the month?”

You nodded, surprised that you didn’t feel embarrassed to talk about it with her. Audrey always seemed so strong and unbothered and you couldn’t imagine her whining over a stupid period. But she seemed to know exactly what you were talking about.

“The mood swings are the worst for me. You might know I’m not the most patient person out there-”, you grinned, thinking of the many incidents she had proven what a short temper she coud have, “but during that time? You really don’t want to pick a fight with me then!”

You laughed. It was just too easy to imagine. “I bet Melendez and Andrews have made that mistake.” Audrey’s face lit up. “Oh, trust me they have!” She shook her head, smiling. “And they learn from it.”

“As they should”, you nodded, “at least they don’t have to attempt 12-hour shifts while it feels like their insides get twisted inside-out.”

Audrey laid her hand on your lower arm, squeezing lightly. “Ibuprofen’s your best friend. And if you ever need to take a break and lay down just tell me.”

You felt a lump forming in your throat and you had to will back your tears. Damn hormones! “Thank you.” You hoped she could hear how sincere you were, the thought of having an escape providing you with relief strong enough to give you a little energy back.

“We women have to stick together.” Audrey squeezed your arm again, before retreating and you looked after her for a moment, grateful to have a friend in her.

-

When you had finally made it to the cafeteria, your pager had gone off right as it had been your turn to order. “You can’t be serious”, you muttered as you pulled it out and read it. “Hey, are you going to order or what?”, you heard someone ask behind you, but without another word you took off, praying you would make it to your patient in time.

Luckily you had. But afterwards you had been pulled right into another case and before you knew it, it had grown dark outside and your stomach was growling at you.

The cafeteria was long closed and so you got a chocolate bar from the vending machine, promising yourself to get real food once you were off the clock.

The ER had quietened down as it often did at the end of your shift and since you had never taken your break you allowed yourself a moment to take a breath in the resident’s lounge.

Although you weren’t a resident anymore you still liked to come here. Perhaps it was the closeness to Neil’s office or the quiet it provided at the end of the day when the residents had all gone home. There was no one who could tell you off as you curled up on the sofa.

The chocolate tasted heavily in your mouth and you devoured it until the last crumb. “You look like you just fell in love.”

“Huh?” You glanced up, to find Neil at the door, casually entering the room and coming to stand in front of you.

He gestured towards the wrapper you had placed on the table. “The chocolate.”

Oh. You let out a chuckle as you realized you had stared at it longingly while you had contemplated whether it was reasonable to get up and get another one or if it wasn’t worth the effort it would take to search for a vending machine.

“That was probably the best chocolate I’ve ever had”, you declared and Neil chuckled. “Your standards are very low then.” You tried to look offended but failed. “Don’t speak ill of the vending machines. They are real life savers. And it’s been a tough day.”

You said it lightly, but you saw Neil’s jaw twitch at the last part. “What happened?”

He walked over to where you were sitting and you shuffled to the side to make space for him. He leaned against the armrest, his body angled towards yours. “Nothing I-”

But suddenly tears were clouding your eyes as all the emotions you had bottled up threatened to spill over. “Damn it!” You wiped at your eyes before the tears could spill, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

You didn’t need to look at Neil’s face to see the worry on it.

“Sorry”, you let out an embarrassed chuckle and Neil smiled at you softly. “I’m usually not this emotional. It’s been a long day that’s all.”

“You have had longer ones and didn’t bat an eye.” It wasn’t an accusation, only genuine confusion on Neil’s part and your heart swelled at the hidden compliment and how much he cared to understand you.

“Yeah”, you muttered, closing your eyes as another cramp hit you. When you opened them again you hoped your face hadn’t betrayed you and given away your discomfort, but the disadvantage at working so closely together was that Neil could read you by now.

Before he could make any wild guesses, you decided to just tell him the truth.

You didn’t have to be embarrassed about it, shouldn’t feel that way, yet it was easier said than done. You didn’t want him to think you couldn’t take the hardships of the job, that you were weak or dramatic. But even as you thought it you knew Neil would never think that of you.

Or anyone.

He wasn’t like that, wasn’t intimidated by strong willed women or the reality of what it was like to be one.

Taking a long inhale and an even longer exhale you looked up at him. “I got my period this morning and I’ve been in pain all day.” Now that you had gotten the words out you suddenly had the urge to let it all out.

“And my back is like- so bad. But the cramps are the worst. And I snapped at Audrey. And then again at Glassman. And I almost bawled my eyes out when my patient made it out of surgery and his wife came to see him. And this-”, you gestured at yourself, “is the first break I have gotten all day and I don’t think I’m ever gonna stand up again.”

You stared at Neil in shock for a moment as you realized what had just happened, but then you let out a laugh. “Wow and that just came out like one long sentence!”

Neil chuckled in amusement. “That seems like a really crappy day”, he agreed and you nodded in relief that he seemed to take it serious. “Right? I mean, there are worse things, obviously, but still-” You clutched your belly again, letting out a hiss of pain.

When you looked back up Neil had shifted closer to you, his frown back in place. “Why didn’t you call in sick?”

“Really?” You shook your head, amused and a little frustrated. “I can’t just call in sick every month.”

“It’s this bad every month?”

You nodded. “Most of the time, yeah. Sometimes it’s better, other’s it’s worse. But that’s just how it is.”

Neil face twisted, clearly displeased with what you had said or the situation, perhaps both. “It shouldn’t be like that”, he said then and you looked at him for a moment, taking in his sincerity. “I mean, yeah”, you agreed after a moment. “What, you want to change the whole system now?”

Neil’s mouth curled up in the hint of a smile. “Not tonight, no. I have better plans.”

Your face fell a little as you felt a hint of disappointment at his words. Maybe he was just hanging out with friends or visiting his sister you tried to reason. But the thought of him having plans with another woman gnawed at you.

“Really? What could be better than that?”, you asked teasingly and he tipped his head towards you. “Someone needs to show you what real chocolate tastes like.”

Oh. Your hope arose so strongly you almost forgot to breathe for a moment. “And my sofa is even more comfortable than this one.” He patted the couch you were seated on, not breaking eye contact once.

You still looked at him in shock, unable to form words as you processed his. “You’re baiting me with chocolate?”, you asked once the shock had faded a little, cautious not to put too much weight into his words and Neil grinned. “I do give great massages too. I cook. And I have a big movie collection to distract you from, you know, the pain and all that.”

You smiled widely at him. “Now that wins me over”, you stated, although the thought of spending time alone with Neil was already enough. But it didn’t make his promises less appealing. And it made you feel warm inside to know how much he cared and that he had put so much thought into what he could do to make you feel better.

“Great.” He stood up. “So it’s a date?” For the first time he sounded nervous and it made your heart flutter to know it was because of you. That this, whatever it was between you, mattered to him too.

“It’s a date.”

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It was Arthur's fault for getting too comfortable. Jack was in the kitchen trying to figure something out while Arthur waited in the living room. Jack was only a room away. He got too comfortable.

When the knock on the door came, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He was in no state to entertain company. He was wearing someone else's pajamas and covered in bruises after his last encounter. But when he he hesitated too long, he heard a voice through the door:

"You'll want to cooperate, of course. It's a matter of your health." Arthur looked through the window and made direct eye contact with a doctor. Another one was behind him, difficult to mistake when they were dressed almost identically in the same odd fashion sense common among Wellington Wells' medical community.

Arthur's heart sunk, but he put on the best smile he could and opened the door. He tried to keep his body mostly behind it. "Gentlemen! Lovely day for it! Now what's all this about a medical emergency?"

"Yes, well, you'll forgive the intrusion, but my colleague and I happened to be wandering along when caught your scent through the window. It's ajar."

Arthur looked at it again. Indeed it was. Why did every little thing have to go wrong? The doctor pushed past Arthur into the living room, then turned to face him, so Arthur had a doctor on both sides.

"And, when we'd sniffed you out, then we couldn't help but notice that peculiar pungency telltale of one off their Joy." The doctor smiled, his creepy little mustache curving up at the edges. "So of course we both agreed it was our medical duty to come remedy the situation."

"Oh, dear!" It wasn't difficult to look horrified. It was harder to to look like he had nothing to hide. "Silly me! Has it been that long since I've popped a Joy? I'll take one straight away. I'm so thankful to you for warning me, Doctor." Arthur kept turning between the doctors, unsure which one to face. "And, uh, Doctor. Jolly decent of you."

"Yes, we'll administer a dose presently." The doctor leaned close, peering at Arthur with one fish eye. The one behind Arthur--he was getting them mixed up now--took a noisy sniff of Arthur's neck. "Are you certain you don't need more extreme medical intervention, sir? You do seem to be rather beat up."

"Oh, not at all! That's why I'm at home in my pajamas, you see. Silly me, I tripped down the stairs and the doctor put me on strict bed rest until I've healed up."

If only smiling hard enough would make them believe him. His cheeks were starting to hurt. "I've been going crazy here at home instead of at work. I'm sure the Joy will help with that." Arthur tried to step out from between the duo. "I'll just step away and go take care of that right now. I shouldn't waste another minute."

The doctor behind Arthur grabbed his upper arm and wrenched him back in place. "You'll forgive us for wanting to take you back to the office just to be sure. It is a matter of your health, after all. You can't be too careful."

"Oh, pish-posh!" said Arthur desperately. "I'm as healthy as a horse. Just some light bruising."

"I think that's for a qualified medical professional to to decide, don't you think?" The doctor in front of Arthur produced a rather large syringe as the one behind him held Arthur's arms. "But first there is the matter of your Joy. I think you'll be much more agreeable once the proper dosage is applied.

The doctor came in close and tilted Arthur's head up to expose his neck. He ran a finger along the vein he chose and then stabbed the needle into Arthur's skin, fully compressing the plunger and emptying the pink liquid into Arthur's bloodstream.

"Shit," said Arthur. His legs had suddenly stopped working correctly. He collapsed into the doctor's arms. Too much Joy.

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Can I have depressed marcus? he's in his bad thoughts and reader goes to him and tells him she's tehre

Warnings: dark thoughts, depression

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The ones who suffer in silence are the ones that hurt the most. They hide their pain so perfectly and seem fine most of the time, forcing smiles and pretending, that no one realizes they are hurting until it’s too late.

Marcus Baker was deeply broken inside. On the outside he looked the same, smiling and pretending. Inside, it’s a different story.

Old demons came back to haunt him out of the blue, intrusive thoughts filling his mind with doubts, self loathing and self-destruction. He tried to make everything go away by heavy drinking and smoking, but it was only working for a short time. Once the numbing effects dissipated, it got hard to breathe again. He skipped class to lay in bed all day, incapable of finding the energy to get out of bed.

He never had a sparkle like his sister Maxine, but you could sense that something was wrong. He was not his usual self. His head was down when you weren’t looking, his eyes were dull and his smiles forced, he favored hoodies and stopped wearing his woody aftershave. He even showed up to school drunk two days ago.

The morning bell was about to ring and you couldn’t seem to find Marcus. According to your last texts, he said he would be coming and help you study for the History quiz before first period, but he was not there.

You were on your third round of the building when you saw Max. You grabbed her arm and stopped her. ‘’Have you seen Marcus?’’

‘’Yes. At breakfast this morning. He stole the last strip of bacon from my plate. We rarely get bacon during weekdays so I was really mad,’’ she said with a strange look in her eyes. ‘’But he won’t be coming to school today. He had a doctor appointment. A…a checkup for his concussion!’’

His accident was months ago. It didn’t make sense.

‘’Oh. Okay. Thanks for telling me.’’ You forced a smile and left for History class.

During the whole day, you couldn’t focus on anything else than Marcus. Typical teenager in love behavior one might say, but you weren’t thinking about how much you loved him or the quirky things he did. You were thinking about how off he had been these past weeks. And that doctor appointment felt strange on Max’s tongue. As if she was not completely telling you the truth.

Max was working on the school’s musical so you stayed behind after working extra-curricular and offered her a ride. She talked about everything Wellington during the whole time. It was headache inducing.

When you got to the Bakers’, she thanked you for the ride and got worried when you turned off the car.

‘’It’s time for dinner, I don’t think my parents will appreciate you showing up.’’

Mr. and Mrs. Baker loved you and often invited you for dinner so this was a made up lie. A terrible one, at that.

‘’I have homeworks to give him and notes for him to copy. It won’t take long.’’

‘’You can give them to me,’’ she offered quickly. ‘’I’ll give it to him—’’

‘’No.’’ You undid your seatbelt and got out of the car despite Max’s protests.

As expected, Ellen was pleased to see you and even offered to stay for dinner — she made spaghetti. The only person who was being strange was Max, which confirmed she was hiding something from you. Before she could follow you upstairs, Ellen called her to set the table.

Marcus was laying on his bed, staring absentmindedly at his ceiling. He had heard your footfalls in the hallway, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn his head to look at you. Not because he was lazy or had a kink in his neck. Because seeing you would remind him of how terrible of a boyfriend he’s been lately.

You walked up to his bed and laid down beside him. He didn’t say anything or acknowledge you. It was sad to see. Was this what Max was trying to hide from you? You reached a hand to card through his hair, about couldn’t help but think about that one time Max asked if you loved him even with greasy hair.

‘’Whatever you are feeling right now, you are not alone. When things get tough, know that I’m here. You can talk to me or not talk to me — whatever you decide —, but I’m here.’’

Hearing those three simple words meant a lot to Marcus.

It was quiet for a moment. You expected Ellen or Max to call for dinner since it was almost ready when you got here, but neither did.

You had shifted positions and was now hugging him from the back. It had confused Marcus at first, the positions usually reversed, but after settling into your embrace, he felt a sense comfort and protection wrapping around him, which was really nice.

‘’I’m having a really hard time,’’ he admitted quietly.

You hugged him tighter against your chest. ‘’If I could, I'd take that bomb in your head and disarm it. I would shut all those dark thoughts and replace them with…pink sheeps playing hopscotch.’’

He huffed a short laugh, imagining the sheeps. It’s probably the only laugh you’ll get out of him today.

‘’I love you, Marcus. I love you even at your darkest.’’

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February 13th, 1924, London, England

Multiple friends had wanted to throw a large birthday party, but Byron had refused. 29 wasn’t a special age, and in truth, he did not want another reminder that he was entering the last of his twenties. Instead, he selected a restaurant he knew Montgomery would complain about and invited the Misses Balass and Patel for additional company.

“I am unsure if Samira will come,” Byron mused over a glass of wine. “When I telegrammed her last, she was still in India and said she would not return until the middle of the month.”

Montgomery frowned. “I hope yer wrong.”

“You like her then?”

He nodded. 

Eleroa sighed. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but she won’t be in England until the end of the month. She wants to spend some time with a cousin in Hungary.”

As they ate, a new dilemma reached the back of Byron’s mind: Who was he going home with? Perhaps it was a selfish desire, but he thought he was allowed to feel as such. It was his birthday, after all. 

“Does yer father know that ya eat pork?” Montgomery asked Eleora, eyeing the Beef Wellington on her plate. 

“Do your socialist and communist friends know you spend most of your free time with a duke?”

Byron snorted. 

The Scot pushed up his glasses and stood. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to clean me glasses.”

“Is that just a polite way to say you need to use the loo?”

He blushed but did not answer, walking away.

Eleora shook her head, turning her head back to Byron. “I’ve been trying to get into that doctor’s trousers ever since my family began to see him.”

If he had been drinking, he was sure he would have choked. “Eleora!”

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t think him handsome. At first, I thought he was still in mourning over his wife, but now, I think he unfortunately must have some moral qualms about sleeping with patients. Or he’s fearful of my father. Likely both.”

“He is you and your father’s doctor. It’s a place of power that can be abused easily.”

“That makes it more fun,” She laughed, leaning forward. “You’re much closer than widowed in-laws I think would be. Is there something else? I certainly wouldn’t blame you.”

If it were anyone else, Byron would have froze with fear and adamantly denied it. “I can never understand how you read me so well.”

She shrugged. “I have intuition. …Actually, I saw you two kissing rather passionately at the last party we went to.”

“I see. Perhaps I should have said something prior.”

“It’s alright. You’re the not only one who enjoys the company of the same sex.” Eleora lowered her voice. “Samira and I sometimes lay together. She prefers women, so her current infatuation with Montgomery has been most amusing to me. And makes me rather jaundiced and want to fuck him more.”

Byron smirked. “Well, he’s very talented with his hands,” he whispered, leaning forward so only she would hear his words, “and his tongue.”

Eleora laughed and playfully pushed him away. “You shouldn’t make me think of that in a public place, Byron.”

“Think of what?” Montgomery asked, returning to the table.

Eleora suddenly sighed and held her hand to her head. “Oh, doctor, I do think I coming down with a most tremendous headache. It is much too loud here.”

The amused look on his face turned into one of concern and professionalism. Gone was Montgomery, and here was Dr. MacGregor. “Yer apartment is not far from here, aye? I’ll make ya specific tea and see what else ya’ve got.”

“I’ll foot the bill,” Byron muttered, wondering what the woman had planned. 

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Eugene "RT" Ridgewell-Turnner

Age: 42

Gender: Male (he/him)

Residence: Health Camp outside Health Institute, St George Holm

Job: Joy Doctor/Sales Personality

Hair color: Blond

Eye color: Dull Green

Height: 6 ft 1

Build: Decent muscle, but still slim

Wardrobe: RT, when out and about, can be seen with a messenger hat, his usual yellow turtleneck, bell bottoms, dress shoes, and a leather jacket.

When in his Doctor gear, he ditches the horrid yellow boots and stuffy dress shirt and tie, opting instead for the turtleneck and dress shoes, keeping the jacket open. As for the glasses, why cover the money maker?

And, of course, he always keeps his Happy Face Mask on. Always.

Traits: Oh You, Hustler, Smooth Talker, Tireless

Likes: Socializing, walks, music (any kind)

Favorite song: World Weary - Noel Coward

Dislikes:Loud noises, sitting still, dull colors, bugs

Backstory:

Before the war, Eugene was a salesman. He grew up in Wellington Wells, helping his family out with their general store. He was the one who would advertise for the store, posting ads on the billboards around town. He had a knack for selling people on products. Other businesses would reach out to him to help sell their products, for a price. Eugene thought nothing of it, since, even if the family business wouldn't be selling as much, he was still bringing in money.

This continued, with him advertising for more places, eventually making commercials for them.

When the first batch of Joy came out, he was one of the main people advertising it. As new batches came out, and Joy became rapidly popular, his ads were put on inbetween Uncle Jack - an easy way to remind people that they can get their hands on bottled happiness for the low low price of nothing.

With the rise of Joy Doctors, he was invited to join, as a way for the people of Wellington Wells, especially the working class, to be more accepting of this new force. The invitation was accepted.

Of course, the number one rule of sales is to know your audience, as well as your product. He was aware of the downsides of Joy - the memory loss, the withdrawals - and he, personally, wanted none of it. He had not been effected the way the rest of the town was by the Very Bad Thing. And he definitely didn't regret his choice of profession, no no he did not. So there was no reason to put himself through the negatives.

Besides, if you can't accept the negatives, how will you know what to leave out in your pitch?

Relationships with:

Arthur:

Deadass doesn't know who he is. At all. They probably would get along somewhat (before he went off Joy), but RT would most likely find him annoying after a while.

Sally:

He is a client of hers, for Sunshine. They... don't really like each other. But business is business.

Ollie:

He knows who Ollie Starkey is, but couldn't care less honestly. If they ever did meet, RT would find him hilarious.

Relationships with other characters:

(Idk man-)

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A quiet evening falls upon Wellington Wells as Edie and George have dinner. After they finish eating, Edie diligently does the dishes while George gets ready for his night shift. When George is ready, he returns to the kitchen.

"I'll wish you a good night later, take care, and don't go out. See you in the morning. I love you, Kitten," he says, giving her a final kiss before Edie sees him off to the door.

"Take care, my Puppy," Edie replies, closing and locking the door after he leaves. After finishing the dishes, she prepares for bed in the bathroom, putting on her pajamas and brushing her teeth. When she's done, she turns on the bedroom television, and Uncle Jack's Good Night Show begins, with the second episode of Hansel and Gretel playing. She lies down in bed and falls asleep quickly.

George's shift is relatively quiet until he hears something in a dead-end alley. It's a foggy night, making it difficult to see with his flashlight. He grips his nightstick and cautiously enters the alley.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Show yourself!" he calls out, but there's no response. He continues further, scanning the area. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Suddenly, a rat leaps out from a trash can and runs past George. "Damn vermin!" he exclaims, startled. He retreats to his post and continues his rounds.

A few calm hours pass until he finds himself in the same alley again. This time, he hears something, but he dismisses it, thinking it's another rat. "Not again," he mutters, moving closer and catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure with two red eyes in the fog. He stops, fear creeping in. "Is someone there?"

Naturally, he receives no answer but takes a few more steps. "You'd better not be another rat..." He looks around but finds nothing. Suddenly, a figure appears behind him and laughs.

"I'm afraid you've come to the end of your time." the figure says, startling George. He reaches for his nightstick, but before he can strike, he receives a cut on his arm. "Damn it!" he cries out in pain, dropping his nightstick.

Before George can react, the figure in the fog strikes again, causing George to fall to the ground, screaming. George isn't dead yet; he struggles to defend himself. He manages to grab his nightstick and hits the figure's legs.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching Bobbies can be heard, likely drawn by George's screams. The figure in the fog vanishes as the Bobbies arrive at George's side. They rush to him as he fights for his life, trying to stop the bleeding.

"George! Hang in there, buddy... a doctor will be here soon!" one Bobby says, but George can barely see anymore, mumbling.

"Foggy... Jack... it... was... Foggy... Jack," George stammers before closing his eyes and dying in the arms of the two Bobbies.

Both of them, who tried to keep him alive, remain silent and briefly remove their helmets. "Thank you for your service, George. You were a good comrade."

When the doctor arrives with the third Bobby who fetched him, they pronounce George dead. They take him away and cordon off the alley. The Bobbies continue their night shift.

The Bobby who had spoken with George makes a detour to the Pride residence. He hesitates as he stands before the house, just as the sun rises. He knocks loudly on the door.

Edie is awakened by the knocking and rushes to the door. "ONE MOMENT, PLEASE!" She goes down the stairs, forgetting to put on her Joy mask, and opens the door. She is surprised to see a different Bobby than George.

"Good morning, what can I do for you?" she asks.

The Bobby looks at her with a serious and sad expression. "Miss Pride? I have something to tell you..."

He struggles to deliver the news, knowing how much she loved George. Normally, Bobbies and doctors only say that the deceased are on "holiday."

"I'm sorry to have to tell you, but your husband George passed away during his duty last night..."

Edie can't believe his words, and tears start to flow before she can speak. She hopes it's just a bad dream, but the Bobby's hand on her shoulder makes her realize it's not. She breaks down in tears and collapses into the Bobby's arms. He allows her to cry and comforts her as best he can. It's hard for him not to cry as well, but he tries to remain strong and hands her a Joy. He knows that Edie often forgets to take her Joy, but he doesn't want to burden her with it now.

Several minutes pass, and Edie is still crying in his arms. The television sets in the house turn on, playing Uncle Jack's Good Morning Show.

"Edie... I know this is difficult for you, and I'm here for you. Stay home for now and be with your friends. I'll come back later this afternoon to check on you. George asked me to tell you the truth, even though it's difficult, but I wanted to be the one to tell you. Take care, and George still loves you, and he's always with you," he says before giving her another brief hug.

Edie looks at him with tear-filled eyes and nods. "Thank you... Constable."

With that, she closes the door and collapses to the floor, continuing to cry. She repeats to herself through sobs, "George... I love you... why did this have to happen?"

A few hours pass, and Edie is still sitting on the floor, her tears now dried up. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Edie startles and gets up, wiping away her tears. She remembers to put on her Joy mask before answering the door.

She opens it to find a doctor standing there. "Good day, Miss Pride. I must inform you that Mr. Pride is on leave starting today. After such strenuous work, he's earned it."

Edie knows he's lying, and due to her fear of doctors, she only nods slightly. The doctor sniffs lightly and extends his hand with a Joy pill in it. "I think you should take your Joy, Miss."

Edie silently takes the Joy, but this time, it doesn't seem to have any effect. The doctor doesn't notice and bids her farewell.

Edie is puzzled as to why her Joy isn't working anymore. She knows it should make her feel better, but it doesn't. Panic sets in, and she picks up the phone and dials the number of the Bobby who had been with her earlier that morning. A woman answers, but before Edie can say anything, the Bobby picks up the call.

"Edie? Is that you? Should I come over? Can I bring you something?"

"Please come over... I'm not doing well... I..." Before she can finish her sentence, he interrupts.

"Don't worry, I'll be right there. Give me a few minutes; I'm on my way."

He hangs up and rushes over to Edie's house. Edie hangs up as well and sits on the sofa. She starts to panic, wondering why her Joy isn't working. She's grateful that the Bobby told her the truth.

After a while, there was a knock on her door. She got up and opened it; it was Bobby. He entered and closed the door for their safety. He was doing things for Edie that he shouldn't. They both went to the living room and sat on the sofa.

"What happened, Edie?"

"A doctor came... and told me he's going on vacation now. He gave me my Joy, but... it's not working."

"How? It's not working?"

He was confused, not knowing what else to do. "Do you want one of mine? I know they're not for regular use, but maybe it'll help you."

Edie nodded and took the Blackberry Joy he offered. But she showed no reaction either.

"Damn... I think it's not working for you either."

She panicked and didn't know what to do anymore. Bobby held her and tried to calm her.

"It's okay, Edie. No one will betray you to the doctors. You just need to avoid getting caught by them. Try to calm down for now."

Edie nodded slowly. "Yes, but George... he's gone... forever. I don't know what to do without him. He was... he was my everything."

The Bobby nodded. "I and the other Bobbies are here for you. Whatever happens, we'll help you. We're so sorry it happened to him tonight. He was a good person."

"Why? Why him? ...he didn't do anything to anyone... who was it?"

"We think it was Foggy Jack... he mentioned him, and the crime scene looked almost like the others, just not as severe... but we couldn't catch him, let alone save George... I'm sorry, Edie."

Edie remained strong, as she couldn't cry anymore; she simply stayed silent. After a while, she looked at him. "Can you stay here today? I can't be alone..."

Bobby looked at her and nodded. "Of course, I'm off today anyway, and I told my girl I'd let her know if I stay with you. I was prepared for this."

Edie was so grateful and hugged him. She was thankful that he told her the truth and that he was staying with her.

"Thank you... George would be proud of you for doing all this for me."

"I know how important he was to you. He only spoke good things about you. Plus, I heard you're a good cook?" He tried to lighten the mood. "Maybe I'll get something good from you tonight!"

Edie smiled slightly at his words and nodded. "Of course, whatever you want! We just need to go shopping."

He was glad to see Edie smile briefly. "It's on me today! We'll go shopping together, and then you'll cook us something nice."

Edie nodded. Suddenly, the TV turned on, and Jack with Famous Britons came on in the living room. Edie looked at the TV and rushed to turn it off.

Bobby looked at her in surprise. "Why did you turn it off? You love Jack!"

Edie sat back down with him. "I can't handle it right now... that was his favorite show..."

"Oh, I see. How about we go shopping now?" Bobby and Edie spent the rest of the day shopping for the evening and cooking together. The distraction seemed to help Edie a bit. Fortunately, the day passed quickly.

After dinner, they both sat on the sofa and talked when Edie suddenly fell silent and looked at him.

"Do you think we can secretly make a grave for him somewhere? So I at least have something to go to and talk to him?"

He looked at her and nodded. "We can try. We'll find a place for him. Don't worry about it. Try to get some sleep for now, and tomorrow we'll look for a place, okay?"

Edie nodded and got up. She brought a blanket and pillows for him to sleep on the sofa.

"If you need anything else, help yourself. I'll be upstairs... trying to sleep."

"Alright, Edie. Sleep well, and feel free to come to me if you can't sleep, okay?"

Edie nodded and went upstairs. "Goodnight." She turned on the TV in her room, Uncle Jack with Red Riding Hood part 1 was playing. It took her a while to fall asleep, and she didn't sleep through the night. She was plagued by a nightmare and woke up in a panic. She jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to Bobby, waking him up.

He immediately got up, wrapped her in a blanket, and sat her down next to him, comforting her until she fell asleep. When he noticed that she had fallen asleep after a while, he carefully lifted her and took her to her bed. He put his blanket back on the chair in the room, covered Edie with her blanket, turned off the TV that was still on but showing nothing, and sat in the corner chair in the room. He covered himself and, after a while, fell asleep in the chair.

[super-ion]

Ion & Emily

Honeymoon - part 3

(I can't find the link to part 2, so here's the AO3 link)

With a last furtive glance down the street, I knock on the door. It's a plain little townhouse on a plain little street, very easy to miss.

Actually, it actively tries to be very easy to miss. The only reason my attention doesn't slip right off is because I've been invited here before.

It sounds like magic, and honestly… I'm pretty sure it is… I mean there is super tech that can do that too, like variable perception fields or whatever. I honestly don't know how all that works. I could ask Sarah to explain it, but she's currently suffering a concussion.

Speaking of…

"No…" she hisses into my ear with a slur. "He's going to violate causality at us!"

I suppose I should clarify that she could explain variable perception fields. Magic straight up freaks her out. She's got like three PhDs, advanced physics and stuff. Nothing about Dr. Hands' powers make sense to her.

Before I need to knock again, the door opens and there's Hands, wearing nothing but a fluffy pink bathrobe and a pair of slippers. He's just like this portly guy, gray and balding. He could totally be someone's weird uncle or something.

The fact is he's almost literally older than dirt. Like, I'm pretty sure he was like a mischief deity in Mesopotamia or something. These days, he's a low stakes supervillain and the DM for our ttrpg group.

"Ah!" he says with delight. "Jennifer! I was hoping you and your…"

He pauses and takes in Sarah and me.

"This is not your beautiful wife," he declares.

"Hi Hands!" Sarah says with a weak wave. "I'm rescuing Jen!"

Dr Hands raises a bemused eyebrow.

"It's a long story," I interject. "Can we come in? We need a place to crash and she needs medical attention."

"Ah, well," he says with a welcoming grin. "I'll have you remember that I am a doctor."

"I thought you taught anthropology."

"Hm? Oh, yes. Well… I did serve as a field medic under Wellington during the Peninsular campaign. I do remember a thing or two about it."

Yeah, the great thing about villains is sometimes they just casually drop the fact that they served in the Napoleonic wars and you just gotta roll with it.

He gestures us in and lends a hand getting Sarah settled on a sofa in the sitting room.

Like, literally lends his hands. That's what he does, he conjures disembodied hands. It's one of the creepiest things I've ever seen, and that's saying something for my line of work.

"Will your bride be joining us?" he asks as he gets Sarah settled.

"Uh, yeah," I reply. "She's just cleaning up some… stuff. Listen, can I borrow your shower? I'm kind of gritty from being kidnapped."

He nods enthusiastically, and motions down a very long hallway. Did I mention that the interior of the house is impossibly spacious?

"Seventh door on the right," he says. "I'll keep the light on for her, don't worry."

"Thanks Hands! You're the best!"

He offers a genial bow and I make my way in the direction of the indicated room.

The adrenaline is wearing off and I'm exhausted. I'm worried sick about Emily, but I have no idea how long I'll be able to keep my eyes open. I tentatively reach out with my powers and am rewarded with a spike of pain in my head. That lightning bolt really did a number on me…

Yeah, I'm no good to anybody like this.

Emily can handle this.

She's fine. Totally fine. She used to do this all the time.

I'm worried sick.

I open the designated door and… holy shit.

It's like a whole honeymoon suite, giant bed, satin sheets, so many candles everywhere. Huge glass doors overlook majestic mountains and a lake that glitters in the moonlight.

Yeah, I know, the front door was in Paris and this room is in… the Alps? The Pyrenees?

Magic, remember?

Anyway, the shower is amazing. It's one of those lavishly big walk in things. Absolutely perfect temperature and pressure.

Of course, when I get out, there's a satin night dress and robe waiting for me.

Okay, that sounds creepy. I swear Dr Hands doesn't have a creepy bone in his body… or… well, not like that, at least. He's good people, trust me.

It fits perfectly, accenting my assets and downplaying the dysphoric bits. It's perfect and I finally let my guard down. Ion goes away and Jen takes over.

Jen is worried for her wife - desperately, achingly.

I pace the bedroom a few times, get tired, sit down and fidget for a few moments. Maybe I should just put my head down, rest my eyes for a little bit…

***

"Hey," someone murmurs softly in my ear.

I blink awake and there's the most beautiful woman in the world. Her hair is mussed and sweaty and the costume has a few scorch marks, but otherwise, she's perfectly unharmed.

I throw my arms around her and pull her into a desperate exhausted kiss. She relaxes into me in relief.

I try to drag her closer, but she grunts in protest.

"Babe," she gasps as she breaks the kiss. "I want nothing more than to fall asleep in your arms right now, but I very badly need to change my clothes."

I reluctantly let her go and she draws back, but her eyes linger on the gown.

"That's really fucking hot on you," she says.

There's a flutter in my chest and my face heats.

This woman is my wife. I'm somebody's wife.

God, I love her.

"How about you?" I ask. "You look fantastic."

She cocks a whistful grin and turns to show off her ass.

"Don't get used to it," she says. "Special occasions only… and don't you dare make a habit of getting kidnapped."

I smirk at that.

"Okay," she says reluctantly. "I gotta hand it to Sarah, she did a good job… don't tell her I said that, I'd never hear the end of it."

"Ah…" I say. "Yeah, about Sarah…"

A flicker of concern flashes across her face.

"Is she…?"

"She's fine… probably. She's in good hands."

I pause for a moment. She closes her eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh at the pun.

"Soooo… she uh… tried to kiss me," I admit.

Emily raises her eyebrows at that.

"She also told me breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of her life," I continue. "Or maybe breaking up with John and Dale was the biggest. She wasn't really super clear on how it stacked up."

Yeah, I'm rambling a little bit.

Emily sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I wasn't going to tell you," she said, "but she drunk texted me two weeks ago."

She takes me by the shoulders and fixes me with a desperate look.

"Jen. We need to get them back together."

I nod.

No idea how that's going to work given that they're archenemies… and Dale… I'm not super clear on how he fits into their super dynamic.

One thought has been nagging me though since the almost kiss. I chew on my lip and debate saying it.

"Okay, but consider… if we wanted to, you know Sarah would be totally down to… you know…"

"Excuse me?" she deadpans.

I raise my hands disarmingly and make a tiny laugh.

"Kidding! I'm kidding!" I say. "Mostly kidding…"

"Oh my god, you're a menace," she says and drags me into another kiss. "Listen, if you want to scratch that itch, go right ahead. I'm cool with it, but count me out. I do not want to have a threesome with my ex. Who, by the way, if you recall, is your brother's ex and also my brother's ex."

"Okay, fair point," I reply. "So how do we get them back tog-"

"No," she says, placing a finger to my lips. "That's a tomorrow problem. Right now, I am taking a shower and you are going to join me. Then we're going to bed."

A grin spreads across my face and I'm suddenly a lot less tired.

[a-trying-writer]

(original fic, based on an older idea I had for a few years. chemotherapy mentioned.)

He had her cornered. She is weak, unable to move, much less talk. With the pistol in hand, he aimed it at her head, his finger on the trigger.

But he didn't pull it, yet.

"Why you?" he asked.

She looked up at him, eyelids heavy from weariness.

"Why did you have to live?!"

It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about. All this time, she wondered why he looked familiar, but she could never put her finger on it, until now. He was her brother.

She took in a deep breath, trying to keep the bile down in her throat. Her entire body felt heavy from the chemicals pumped into her system. It took away all the hair too. Made her feet and hands numb. But she still pushed herself to stand to look directly at the man's eyes. "I never... asked for this..." she replied.

The brother growled as he lunged forward with the gun, to shove it under her throat.

She noticed how he moved his finger away from the trigger. That's too bad, she thought.

"She didn't want to die!"

"No one... of us did... We were kids."

He glared, staring at the sick women he had pinned against the wall. He has her cornered. He was waiting for this!

But why is he so hesitant on taking the life of someone who took his sister's?

Maybe... he just knew who was really to blame. So he let her go, and watched her slide back down onto the ground.

Then he cursed out loud in his primary language, shouting at the people who put the two into this twisted game. He hated the woman. He spent so much time and money to hunt her down. But now, he doesn't even know what to do.

Until a third person stepped in. "I'm surprised that Cassandra isn't dead, Mr Huang."

Lu huffed out a heavy breath before glaring at the man. So many questions ran through his mind, but this isn't the time for it. "You said we need her. But she can't even speak without wanting to throw up!"

"Side effect of chemotherapy." The man shrugged.

"So you used me to get to her."

"Yes, because she was supposed to be my patient, until they took her away."

"Then here she is." Lu waved his hands towards Cassandra.

"Thank you." The man nodded his head, before approaching the woman. "Good afternoon, Miss."

"What time is it...?" she asked, genuinely wondering.

"Twelve fourthy-three p.m."

"I see... Can I sleep then?"

"No. I need you awake to take you to a much safer place. Can you walk?"

"I can't feel my legs."

"Then I will just carry you."

"Right... Who are you?"

"I'm Doctor Trent Wellington."

"Doesn't... sound familiar."

"No, but I know of you, Cassandra. Or rather, Beanie, right?"

If Cassandra could blush, she would from that embarrassing nickname. "That's... what some... call me..."

"You do wear some colorful beanies." The doctor smirked. "But that's neither here nor there. We have to get out as soon as possible." With that said, the doctor wrapped his arms under Cassandra's, and slowly helped her on her feet. "I trust you to protect us, Mr. Huang. You're the only one with the gun after all."

Lu readied the pistol, despite how much he didn't want to agree to this idea. He already felt guilty letting his sister's killer live. "Let's go," he said.

"Good."

[tempest-toss]

SCP 6132, "The Death Doctor"

Item #: SCP-6132

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6132 is to be contained within a reinforced. Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell at Site-230. Transportation across site must involve no fewer than two (2) guards or otherwise "anomalous chapereones" of the other SCPs on site.

While displaying cooperative behavior, SCP 6132 has documented history of being prone to fits or rage and delusion. It is paramount that all escorts be prepared to subdue SCP 6132 at any given notice to prevent any incident.

Reports from entitys close to SCP 6132 indicate that it is easily restless when without access to its necessary objects to activate its anomaly. Requests for entertainment such as puzzles are to be granted.

Description: SCP 6132 is a humanoid standing at roughly 1.88 m in height, bearing an attire of that of a plague doctor, akin to that of SCP 049; physical differences are present, such as a greying of fabric and damage to the bird mask with the protection around the righteye gone and the glass of the left cracked as a result of a gunshot. X-rays show that unlike SCP 049, the face mask and cloak are not a part of 6132's body. SCP 6132 has claimed his name is Xayvier Wellington, but no name on record exists with that match.

SCP 6132 was acquired following a sting operation on the Calico Carnival, which had been overtaken by the Troupe of Shadows. SCP 6132 was one fo the few that were able to be saved from the GOI's influence and control.

SCP 6132 bears a few known anomalies, corroborated by testimony and a physical performance. The primary anomaly of SCP 6132 seems to be that of reanimation, with 6132 able to bring back the dead simply by touching bare dirt with his hands. Additionally 6132 is able to turn living entities into zombies by uttering a unique phrase listed below. Finally, 6132 is also able to convert people into the undead by infecting them "The Pestilence" from the use of a chained sickle that disappears somewhere under his cloak. The exact location of this weapon has yet to be indentified.

Another anomaly reported bears a striking connection to the cognito effect SCP 2316. By uttering a variant of the phrase "You do not recognize the bodies in the water," SCP 6132 is able to force the listener to hallucinate that they recognize the reanimated corpses as familiar faces and feel the need to go towards them. Additional outcomes of hearing the phrase have been documented as follows:

Profuse Crying

Three instances of scratching out one's eyes

Religious impulse to worship SCP 6132

Two instances where researchers were stuck in place as if under hypnotic trance

One guard collapsing to the ground and suffering a seizure.

When interviewed, SCP 6132 admitted that it could control the outcome of his verbal anomaly, and performed the other ones to "shake it up, keep things fun and interesting [for me]"

Addendum: It appears that he has acquired an interest in O5-█, it is highly advised to not let them meet. If they do, trust the overseer's ultimate judgement.

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Singularity

Synopsis

Russia, the near future.

The Somnus Foundation knows the fate of mankind; they promise a tomorrow where humanity will evolve into a godlike form of infinite power. They will lead us there, to a destiny that spans the stars. This is how the future will unfold.

The Doctor knows the fate of mankind; the human race is destined to fight and struggle for their very existence, to survive disaster and war and carve an empire from an unforgiving universe. He has seen it with his own eyes. This is how the future will unfold.

Beneath the towering headquarters of the Somnus, in the streets of Moscow, a dark power is building, and a conspiracy that stretches across eternity is nearing completion.

Time is fracturing and the Doctor and Turlough are at the heart of the chaos. History is about to change and the galaxy will burn in its wake...

Propaganda

Doctor Who vs Evangelion (Russia Edition)! (@finalpam8000 )

Other Lives

Synopsis

London, 1851.

Scene of the Great Exhibition of the Works of Industry of All Nations.

Scene also of a plot to unseat the government, dethrone the monarch and start a republic.

If the Duke of Wellington himself is to be believed...

While the Doctor and Charley are drawn into the murky world of nineteenth-century politics, C'rizz struggles to maintain his dignity against growing odds.

What begins as an attempt to prevent murder quickly becomes a desperate race to avert revolution. Separated from the TARDIS, the travellers are left to wonder if they'll get their own lives back or be forever entangled with the lives of others.

And who is Mrs Georgina Marlowe? What need does she feel the Doctor can satisfy?

Propaganda

Pure historical slice-of-life with C'rizz in a thong! (@heresmyfiddlestick )

The Kingmaker

Synopsis

Doctor Who encounters one of the most notorious characters from the past as he journeys through time to solve the great Historical Mysteries...

Not surprisingly, the Doctor becomes mixed up with Richard III himself as he tries to unravel the perplexing problem of who exactly killed the princes in the Tower.

Peri and Erimem also encounter a suspicious time traveller. Someone from the Doctor's own past. Someone who shouldn't really be there at all.

So who did murder the princes in the Tower? Perhaps it's best not to ask a question like that...

You might not like the answer...

Propaganda

One of the funniest doctor who episode of all time, if you listen to this and don't laugh even once I don't want to know you. (anonymous)

The Girl Who Never Was

Synopsis

"Dot dot dot, dash dash dash, dot dot dot. Someone's listening. Somewhere."

A ghost ship.

A girl with no memory, adrift in time.

An old enemy.

This could be Charlotte Pollard's finest hour — or her last.

Set course for Singapore, 1931.

Journey's end.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Condemned

Synopsis

"Dr John Smith — you're under arrest. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court..."

Manchester, 2008. The TARDIS lands inside a run-down tower block, beside a dead body — which leads to some awkward questions when the Doctor is found there by the police. Made the prime suspect, how can the Doctor prove to the no-nonsense DI Patricia Menzies that this is not the open-and-shut case it seems, and that she's actually investigating the death of an alien?

Higher up in Ackley House, a girl named Maxine watches the Doctor being taken away in a squad car. Someone wants her to find out what happened in that room, and isn't going to be happy if she doesn't come up with the goods. But she's got hold of someone who knows — someone very important to the Doctor.

A deadly conspiracy is at work — one whose effects will be felt far beyond the walls of Ackley House...

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Doomwood Curse

Synopsis

Curses and tombs, revenge from beyond the grave — and Dick Turpin!

England, 1738. On the trail of a lost book, the Doctor and Charley arrive at the beautiful country estate of Sir Ralph and Lady Sybil. But all is far from idyllic. There's a murderer on the loose, and the nearby woods are the haunt of the notorious highwayman Dick Turpin.

And that's not all. Something else has journeyed here. Something that could destroy the very fabric of reality. The Doctor and Charley have just forty-eight hours to solve the mystery before the whole world succumbs to The Doomwood Curse.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Character Intro

☘Basics: Name: Clifford Gu Pronunciation: Cliff-fird Gu Meaning: Clifford ~ "lives near the ford by the cliff" Gu ~ “to care for”  Birthday: May 1st, 1952 (Taurus) Age: 31 Gender: Male Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: Pansexual Siblings: None Mother: Diu Gu Father: Feng Gu Other Family: His father’s family live in America. Clifford has a grandmother, aunt and uncle, and their branches of family.  Languages: Cantonese, English, American Sign Language, Medical Latin Current Residence: London, England Hometown: San Francisco, California

☘

☘ Wizard Fun: School: Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie Year of Graduation: 1970 Occupation: Botanist/Herbologist Pet: None. Unless his plants count? They’re living beings and he feeds and cares for them. Blood Status: Half-blood Patronus: A phoenix. Both a symbol of rebirth and his family’s crest, it feels fitting. He jokes that it’s a Mandrake though.  Boggart: A hospital hallway, lined with sick and dying patients who call for him and cling at him.  Amortentia Scent: Petrichor, citrus, strong chinese green tea, fresh nail polish. Wand type: Willow, dragon heartstring, 12 inches Affiliation: True neutral

☘ Appearance: Face Claim: Simu Liu Height: 6’0 Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Dark Brown Typical Hair Style: Neatly trimmed, often swooped over to one side. Sometimes it forms a little curl on his forehead.  Fashion Style: Well-tailored. Clifford has a sense of style from his childhood years of being dressed by his family, which has followed him despite himself. He’s just moved on from Zhongshan suits to simple sweaters, waistcoats and long coats. When he’s in his garden, he wears comfy clothes and a gardening apron as well as the ugliest wellingtons. He tends to dress in more muted colours normally, but wears bright and patterned socks to make up for it. He also wears ear cuffs and other decorations on his deaf ear.  Distinguishing Features: Incredibly easy aura. A hearing aid or jewellery on his right ear. Sometimes, dirt smears on his forehead when he’s been working and has only popped out of the house briefly. 

☘ Personality and Interests: Positive Traits: Gentle, steadfast, patient, hardy, non-judgemental  Negative Traits: Reserved, apologetic, detached, naive, self-deprecating, aloof Quick Facts: Can dance. Talks to plants. Has a full Healer’s qualification. Has studied a fair amount of non-magical medicine too. Can do non-verbal spells to an extent. Makes a killer broth. Is agile. Uses chalk boards to make notes in his home. Reads sci-fi books.  Hobbies: Gardening. Sketching plants. Spending time in Suavis Gardens.  Skills: Good at lying on paper. Bad at lying in person. Good with plants. Good with medical magic. Okay at non-medical magic. Good at playing the fool.  Theme song: “Plant Life” by Owl City

☘ Headcanons:

Voice: Warm af. His words come out a little swallowed sometimes due to his disability, but years of practice and speech therapy have helped him through the worst of it. 

Handwriting: While one is tempted to make Clifford’s handwriting the typical doctor’s mess, he actually has pretty neat handwriting. He writes a lot of notes about his plants, often curled around drawn diagrams of them, so he forms small, curled letters that are easy on the eyes. 

Clifford’s birth name is Chaoxiang, meaning “expecting fortune”. His mom chose his American name because it had a lot of nickname potential for him.

When Clifford was young, he never understood the true purpose of talking to plants. He didn’t understand the exchange of carbon dioxide. Instead, he thought they genuinely needed the verbal encouragement. Despite now knowing the truth, he still converses with his plants and encourages other inanimate objects while using them. 

Ask Clifford to draw a flower, and he’s great. It’s fully detailed and to scale and worthy of being in any of his botany books. Ask him to draw literally anything else? It’s terrible. The worst. This is the kind of man who would draw horses how they appear in old artworks. Awful. 

Once he and Enes became friends in school, Cliff became the worst person to get up to shenanigans with. Not only was he terrible at lying to teachers, but they also tended to believe he was innocent himself, leading to a remarkably low detention count. 

Cliff is surprisingly built. He lives a healthy lifestyle and probably exercises, because there is no other canon justification for him to be as buff as his FC. 

In another life, Clifford would’ve liked to go to a muggle university for a proper degree in botany. 

He isn’t sure where it came from, but Cliff has a love for independent sci-fi novels. Something about life on a spaceship reminds him of life at school. He also likes the guesses at what futuristic medicine could look like.

[bigshot-circa-1997]

Hello I'm a very curious anon and I was wondering how did Dr jester and constable jester get there jobs

What job does there younger sibling has?

Sorry if the questions are bad

I love answering questions about my characters! The Jester sibling's father is the chief constable which is how Constable Jester was able to get into the force, there is definitely a nepotism thing going on there. Most people tend to turn a blind eye to that though as she's pleasant to be around and plenty of the lads consider her "one of the boys" so to speak. Dr. Jester had always had an interest in biology and their mother always encouraged them to become a doctor, though they didn't until after the Very Bad Thing. When Wellington Wells became closed off from the rest of the world I imagine there was suddenly a big push for people in wellington wells to become doctors. Sorta like. Come and apply to the health institute and we'll train you to become a doctor sorta thing. I imagine the health institute has always been looking for new doctors. Dr. Jester was one of the first to take that offer up Michael Jester works in the Department of Archives, Printing, and Recycling and, unofficially, Downer Hunter. Even on Joy, he's very good at noticing the small details and when someone is acting off and will rat them out to his siblings. He's not in the newspaper section but more in like. Working on rewriting books, overviewing magazines and other material to be more Wellington Wells approved

[crashpill]

Wellie

Name: Edie (Mimi) Pride

Age: 36

Gender: Female

Residence: St. George's Holm

Job: Former saleswoman and shop owner

Hair colour: brown

Eye colour: brown

Family: She's an only child from a German family. Both of her parents are dead though.

Partner: Married to Constable George-Daniel Pride

Likes: Sweets, strawberries (even though they're not really available in Wellington Wells anymore), flowers (especially pansies) and animals.

Her favourite song is "When You're Gone" by The Make Believes and her favorite Uncle Jack shows are Humour Hour and Nighty Night.

Her favourite outfits are dresses, her nurse costume and her rubber cat suit.

Dislikes: Doctors, being ignored or talked over, being called stupid, being stared at and being left alone.

Backstory:

Edie lost her parents during the war, which led to her being taken in by George's family.

As they grew up together they got to know each other better until they eventually moved out together and inside their own house in Wellington Wells, where they lived as a couple until now.

George joined the Constabulary quite early, which was the reason why he was barely at home. Meanwhile Edie worked as a saleswoman in her own shop where she sold sweets, dolls and stuffed animals, among some other things.

She was always well-known for her little shop, but when the sweets ran out and the town started to run low on supplies, she had no other choice but to close it

She is very reserved, but when she makes friends with someone she opens up pretty quick. Though she's able to get along with pretty much anyone, sometime's she can get a little too close with some. Due to her being in an open relationship with her partner it's not a big deal though, as they both enjoy trying themselves out from time to time and then telling each other about their experiences later on (as far as they can still remember.)

Although most people refer to him as Constable Pride, Edie usually either calls him Puppy or by his second name, Daniel.

While she often uses calls him Puppy when greeting him on the open streets, she only really uses the Constable title for him in the bedroom. In return, George calls her Kitten. Though, when in public, he normally sticks to her real name unless noone else is around.

In their free time, Edie and George like to go picnicking and visiting old friends.

Edie is a very clumsy person as she often forgets to put on her happy-face before leaving the house and/or forgets to take her joy every once in a while. Her memory is already so bad from all the joy she's taken over the years that, even when she forgets to take it one time, she still can't remember anything about the war or what happened to the kids. This causes her to always seem positive on the outside nonetheless, and not cause any distress among the other villagers.

Since her partner knows about her forgetfulness, he always tries to remind her by putting sticky notes all over the house.

Though it barely helps as she usually spends most of her days outside the house, helping Sally Boyle by collecting stuff for her lab when she's running low on supplies or ingredients for her drugs.

Even though Sally is busy most of the time, she is one of Edie's closest friends and she's always thankful to have someone who helps her out when she's in a stressful situation.

In addition to Sally, Edie also regularly runs errands for Roger and James whenever they need something while they're busy helping Dr. Faraday. On less stressful days, when they're free from working, she's often invited by them for a cup of chicory or tea and some cake.

Shortly after her store closed, she received an invitation to the Reform Club as a kind of redemption. Since then, her and George often spend time there, either alone or together, to spice things up ane have fun.

They regularly tease or punish each other there, sometimes alone and sometimes together with some of the other members.

Her opinion on downers is rather neutral.

Even though she doesn't quite understand why anyone would voluntarily stop taking their joy, she is always ready to help them when they're in need of help.

Relationship to...

Arthur:

- Only knows him through the newspaper.

Sally:

- A good friend who's very dear to her

- They sometimes meet to chat and report about their life

- Doesn't know about Gwen though

- When Sally's busy, Edie helps her out by running errands for her

Ollie:

- Thinks he's a very interesting person

- Would like to know more about him & his backstory

- Doesn't know him personally though

Nick:

- A big fan

- Not as obsessive as some other fans though

- Owns every record (even the bad ones)

- Goes to every concert

James & Roger:

- Often visits for cake and a hot cup of chicory or fruit tea to chat

- Also very dear friends to her

- Knows about their relationship & supports them to the fullest

- Also runs errands for them when they need something

- Doesn't like how Dr. Faraday treats them as she thinks they deserve better

Reg Cutty:

- Always liked going to his shop until it had to close down

- Actually thought he was a very nice guy

- Only talked to him in German unless other costumers entered the shop

- Doesn't know why he had to close though

Edmund MacMillan:

- Used to get her meat delivered by him until the Plough Boys broke his legs

- Always felt very fond of him

- Visits him at the Pub every once in a while to drink and chat

Bobbies:

- Good relationship to the Bobbies due to her partner being one of them

- They often wave her through because of how charming she acts

- They also turn a blind eye on her when she's caught breaking the rules as her partner already informed them about her forgetfulness and clumsiness

Joy Doctors:

- Often gets sniffed out and chased by them since she often forgets to take her joy

- Hates them because of this

Uncle Jack:

- Loves Uncle Jack (because who doesn't??)

- Never misses a single episode

- Owns all of his books

- Not a member of the Jack-o-Beans though

- Her biggest dream is to meet him in person

Foggy Jack:

- Could swear she's seen him once inside the fog at night

- Would like to know more about him and why he does the things he does

- Still scared of him though, even though people say he's not real

[hiccupologist]

also a little bit of my original fiction with my OCs, why not. its short but it's the prelude to some supposedly unwilling stuffing with one of my science rival pairs, Shanko Sekonder amd Phraine Sturmthrom, high-ranking men in the Theoretical Biophysics Department and Underwater Exploratory Annex respectively

  Professor Sturnthrom’s stomach clenched when he walked into his office and saw Dr. Sekonder standing there once again next to his desk, this time holding in one hand a seafoam green pastry box tied with a fuschia paper ribbon, and in the other an oblong package wrapped in kraft paper the color of milky coffee and sealed with bright red wax. The professor had no idea how he had gained entry, and somewhat suspected he had crawled in through the cracks like a spider. He looked like one, and was a surgical biophysicist besides that, which was a disgusting department that smelled like cooked blood.

  Shanko turned to smile at him, his dark glasses briefly glinting light into Sturnthrom’s eyes. It was a motion that he thought required a horror movie sound effect, yet when their eyes met he almost felt himself blush. Indeed, the twist in his stomach was just as close to his loins as to his adrenal gland. “Hello, Phraine! I was just buying some fresh cow tongues at Tidemark Place and well, I saw this quaint little bakery, and we had such a nice lunch together a few days ago-“

  “This is incredibly low.” Sturnthrom spat, aggressively pulling out his rolling high-back and dropping down into the heavily padded bucket seat. A few sandy colored  horse hairs pulled free from the surly bonds of the upholstery.

  Sekonder looked hurt, screwing up his thin, glossy black lips in a concerned frown. “What do you mean?”

  “You know what I mean.” The doctor silently cocked his head to the side like a puzzled herding dog. Fuck, he’s going to make me say something out loud. Phraine swallowed, his throat dry, his almost emptied stomach somehow now becoming perceptible to his awareness. He furrowed his brow, glaring at Sekonder like he would someone beneath him, someone who answered to him. It clearly didn’t have the same effect on a colleague, one a level higher up the clearance ladder, no less. Finally, he managed; “Beef Wellington.”

  “You didn’t like my roast?” Sekonder asked, crestfallen, the packages sagging slightly in his hands. “Really? You seemed to very much enjoy it at the time! And I find it hard to believe I unintentionally poisoned you when I cooked the meat in an industrial grade sous vide machine made for separating cadaver meat from bones.”

  “Shanko!” He snapped, and the doctor only flinched a little. In fact, even as his expression recovered he looked satisfied. Phraine felt the mass of his torso filling the physical space he inhabited, the furthest point of his gut lightly touching the edge of the desk and spilling over. It once merely brushed the wood when his chair was in this position, and had gradually come to overtake it. This wasn’t all Sekonder’s doing, not by far, but he was conscious of it now. He felt it was emblematic of the weakness in his being driving their current conflict. “I don’t have time for your manipulative ambulations! I’ll be frank with you: you’re taking advantage of my… my.” He could barely say it, and as he struggled, he felt arcs of electricity jumping under his belly. “You’re taking advantage of a man with a… compulsive eating problem. For your personal gain. Whatever sick purpose it is that drives you.”   Sekonder set his bounty aside atop a nearby cabinet, deftly relocating a transparent, topographic ocean globe to the carpet. He leaned forward, his frown broken into a warm, giddy smile, like a fresh and naive young kindergarten teacher. “Oh, Professor. Are you sure? Because, at the risk of sounding quaint, it seems like you’re using me for your ‘personal gain’.” As he said this, he patted Phraine’s stomach, not in the condescending manner a coach might use to shame his star player for not making weight, but in a loving, borderline erotic way more typical of a stranger invading the boundaries of a pregnant person. It was more of a playful caress, really. “And what sick purposes drive you, my dear friend?”