#hannah watches meteor shower

[hzlmrgoalsk]

The look he gives her. Jesus. I can’t.

[novelconcepts]

I'm up way too late but may I submit two brief proposals vis-á-vis the postcards(?) on Jamie and Dani's fridge: 1) Once they've settled into ife in Vermont, they go through a phase where they decide they're going to see as much of the USA as they can (while they still can) and the postcards are the result of that adventure. 2) For a while, Miles and Flora send them postcards somewhat regularly, and they always go straight on the fridge. Eventually, the cards stop coming, but the old ones stay up

For the first few months, Dani can’t sit still. It’s the strangest damn thing, because she’s never been that kind of person. Dani is patient. Dani is patient to a fault, even. She can sit for an hour or more, waiting for a child’s stubborn facade to crack away and let her in. She’s trained herself to draw up lesson plans at night over a glass of wine, moving through the subjects with comfortable ease. She’s lost hours staring into the fire, mulling over old mistakes and older fears. Dani is genuinely good at sitting still, thinking things out, making a decision only when the pot has boiled over at last.

But these days, after leaving Bly, it’s like that pot never runs dry. It’s just burbling there on an indefinite loop, and no matter how she tries to calm it, she always seems to turn around to find boiling water splashing around her feet. Sooner or later, she thinks, it’s going to burn her. 

It’s better, she finds quickly, if she’s in motion. If her brain isn’t so occupied with that inward gaze that has done her such harm over the years, if she won’t let herself just lay on her back and stare at a dark ceiling, searching for patterns that Jamie insists, insists are not there, it doesn’t feel so...so...

So much like being watched. 

She moves. She moves, and Jamie moves with her. Jamie has gotten so good so fast at reading her moods: at looking up over a morning cup of tea and seeing something behind Dani’s eyes that wasn’t there last night. She’s afraid to ask what that something might be, but Jamie only ever raises her eyebrows, raises her cup in a salute, and says, “Where to, then, Poppins?”

Jamie, as always, giving her permission. So, they move. From England to Vermont, for starters, and it’s so much more than Dani remembered America being. Bigger. Colder. She feels like she’s always looking over her shoulder, and maybe that isn’t so new. Maybe that’s why she came out to Bly in the first place. But now, now it’s different. Now she peeks into reflections with the hopeful terror of a child who almost wants to catch a glimpse of the monster beneath the bed, because at least seeing it would mean the damn thing is there. Waiting. Watching. Breathing down the back of her neck like the soft brush of otherworldly fingers, ready to clamp tight. 

They hit Vermont, and Jamie doesn’t seem to mind that Dani sometimes leaps out of bed at sunrise and spends the next eighteen hours doing laps around their life. The grocery store. The bank. The apartment. She pings from one to the next like an out-of-control meteor on its way to an extinction event, and Jamie just watches. Just raises her eyebrows. Lays a hand gently around her wrist. Says, “All right, there, Poppins?”

And, no. No, it isn’t all right. But it’s better. Better than sitting alone in a room in that big, sprawling house where the walls are lined with memories of Hannah’s smile and Owen’s terrible sense of humor and those perfect, glorious, sad children she loves so much, even now. 

They’re in Vermont for a month when the itch gets too big to sit on any longer. When she physically can’t calm herself with the now-familiar route of errand and takeout pizza and trying to figure out how adults put together a home they actually want to live in. One night, with rain playing havoc on the apartment windows, with gusts slamming the panes so hard, she thinks they might shatter, she turns her eyes to Jamie. 

“Texas?”

It’s a million miles away from their home, which is growing rapidly warm and cozy and green under their care, and she thinks Jamie’s going to say something. About how maybe they could just start small. Maybe they could just take it easy. But Jamie just takes her hand, raises it to her lips, presses a kiss to the smooth skin just below her palm. 

“Texas, then. Why not?”

Texas is huge and rambling and a kind of wicked dry-hot England has never so much as joked about, and they spend a week just...walking. Poking into dive bars, where Jamie proves herself unaccountably good at pool, and little cafes, where Dani makes weak jokes about strong coffee. Holding hands under the table in restaurants mostly laid bare by late evening. Jamie smiles at her, and Dani feels the thing inside curl up a little tighter. Sink a little lower in her chest. 

The states spiral out like a summer sky after that, one after another. In Louisiana, they fall into good food and better music, dancing beneath the stars until Jamie is spinning her so fast, their laughter rings breathless through the night air. In Georgia, they pick fresh fruit and explore bookstores that smell like childhood ought to, and Jamie presses her into a kiss so warm and inviting that Dani almost forgets time exists outside of their lips. In Illinois, they explore a big city; in New York, a bigger one. The world sprawls, rolls, lands with all the care of heaped-up leaves on an October morning, and Dani lets herself fall. Into Michigan’s northern beauty, into California’s almost too-hip chatter, into the history of Washington and the quiet of Montana. Everywhere they go, the world feels a little more solid beneath her feet. Everywhere they go, Jamie’s hand is so steady in her own. 

They’re laying together in a hotel room in Boston when Jamie presses her to the bed and buries her face in her neck and Dani, for the first time in months, actually forgets. The world vibrates to a standstill around them, the music of other bodies through the walls fading to a distant tempo, and Jamie’s hands are confident, and Jamie’s kiss is searing, and Dani hasn’t felt this solid since--since--

She gasps, and for a minute, cold fear grips her from the inside: that Jamie’s going to raise her eyes and see that terrified girl again, the one who couldn’t be touched for longer than a second without doubling back on her own guilt. Maybe she’s still that girl, she thinks. Maybe she’s still back there, in some way, folding around her own secrets so tight, it’s astonishing she never shattered like one of her mother’s porcelain dolls. 

And then Jamie is raising her head, looking her in the eyes, and she’s smiling. The same smile from the night she first laid all the cards out on the table, inviting Dani to hold her, inviting Dani to know her for real. The world swims, and Dani wraps her arms around Jamie’s neck, and there is nothing watching this time. Nothing lurking. Nothing dark, or hungry, or wild. The desperation is the right kind, her own kind, the kind she and Jamie make together in these moments that never seem to last long enough. She exhales, and she feels like Dani Clayton in every atom. 

The postcards are Jamie’s idea. The steadiness so often is, Dani will note in later years, Jamie’s idea. Maybe because Jamie didn’t know what steadiness felt like until she was in her twenties. Maybe because Jamie is still waiting for it to skid out from under her boots. One day, in a little Midwestern town Dani’s already forgotten the name of, Jamie says, “We should send them a card.”

She doesn’t have to explain who. They both know how much they miss those kids. Both can feel it in the empty spaces at the table where there should be creaking chairs, shrieking sugar-laughter, the soft chuckle of adults learning how to laugh again at a child’s jokes. Jamie reaches out to a counter display, plucks a card plastered with a mountain so majestic, it might as well be made-up. She hands it and a pen to Dani, and nods. 

“They’ll like it.”

And they do. The postcard, and so many like it, go out--and, when they find their way back home at last, when Dani feels as though the adrenaline has cooled enough to let her breathe, to let the world rest like it did in that room back in Boston, the cards come back in. Fresh ones, painted with Disney characters and cherry blossoms and silly phrases about wishing they were there. Flora’s handwriting is getting better; Miles’, somehow, worse. They tack each one on the fridge as they come, leaning against the kitchen counter, remembering how it felt to breathe the air in Oregon, how the ocean licked around their ankles in Florida. 

The memories help. They’re grounding, somehow. To look at these tiny cards, the edges turning up from the handling of small fingers, and say, We did this. This was real. We were real there, and so are they. 

It makes her feel a little less like vibrating out of her skin with every card on that fridge. With every afternoon helping Jamie arrange flowers at the shop. With every evening bottle of wine, every stolen cigarette in bed, every shower Jamie pretends to be grumpy about her sliding into, the world resolves itself into a little more clarity. We’re doing this. This is real. We are here, even if they’re not. 

Slowly, slowly, as paper months burn and reveal bound-up yearbooks in their place, Dani finds she’s breathing through the panic. That the panic is, in fact, coming less and less frequently. That she’s sleeping through the night, turned toward Jamie always, the beam of light in the darkness she never has to question. The shop is flourishing. The apartment shows no sign of monsters in its corners. She’s thinking of Christmas again, but this time, the word she lands on isn’t if. 

The postcards are slowing. More and more of them turn up, when they turn up at all, in the neat, fidgety hand of Henry Wingrave. The words have far less heart, far more reality behind them. The kids are doing fine, just fine. They’re settling out quite nicely in California. You really should visit someday, you’d be quite welcome. 

She holds this invitation, elbows propped on the counter, and sighs. Jamie, who has been performing her nightly ritual of burning whatever she happens to put on the stove and inventing swear words so righteous, Dani can’t help but laugh, glances over her shoulder. 

“Something wrong?”

“They’re growing up,” Dani says, and there’s a tightness in her voice she doesn’t expect. A sharp needle behind her eyes. She raises a hand, drags her fingers across her face before the tears can fall and spoil the blue ink on the card. 

Arms slide around her waist, Jamie coming to rest against her body with all the familiarity of falling asleep. Her lips press to the thin cotton of Dani’s shirt, warm, understanding. 

“I hear that’s the idea. Of kids and all.”

She knows. Of course she knows. And what’s the alternative, but something built of horror and trauma? They’re growing up, and they’re growing up happy, and that’s...incredible, really. After all of it. 

“Hey.” Jamie tilts her body until Dani tilts with her, coming away from the counter enough for Jamie to close the distance. Her hands are soft on the back of Dani’s head. So steady. So present. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh no,” Dani says, unable to help herself. Jamie’s brow wrinkles, her tongue poking out, and Dani kisses her before the joke has time to sting. 

“Serious, Poppins. This is serious.”

“Right. Sorry.” She arranges her own face in a parody of solemn contemplation. Jamie rolls her eyes. “No, go ahead. I’m listening.”

She slides her hands under the flannel of Jamie’s shirt, letting her fingers splay across Jamie’s ribs. She’s always liked this, right here, the sense that Jamie is more real than anything in the world. More real than night terrors. More real than the heartbeat she sometimes hears in the back of her head when she’s been standing still too long. 

“You’re distracting, is what you are,” Jamie says, sounding the least upset about it she possibly could. Dani hums. 

“Stalling.”

“I was thinking,” Jamie repeats, eyes rolling toward the ceiling in a show of great restraint when Dani presses her hips forward. “We’ve seen an awful lot of this barbaric country you call home.”

“We call home,” Dani points out, grinning. Jamie nods. 

“But. S’been a minute, hasn’t it? Since we’ve seen what they’re up to across the pond. I was thinking, maybe--if you’re up for it, mind--we could...ring up Owen? See if he’s willing to bear a couple of grungy wanderers on his doorstep for a couple of days...”

It’s a distraction, Dani knows. Just something to get her mind off of the kids, of the truly palpable sense that something huge and important is beginning to drift too far out to catch. And yet...

The months roll into years. The years are quiet. They’ve been quiet so much longer than she thought she’d have. But somewhere deep down, somewhere beneath miles and miles of long kisses and meandering car rides and Jamie burning every other dinner they scrounge together...there’s something still down there, she knows. Waiting. Watching. 

“Lot more postcards out there,” Jamie says, with the light and airy tone of someone who knows Dani is looking over the edge of something too dark and too deep to climb back out of. “Could send an awful lot more, is all I’m saying.”

Sure. Sure, they could. There’s so much world out there, so much to see. She’d like to see it all, if only she had the time. She’d like to see every last inch. 

And maybe...maybe it’ll be enough. To keep moving. To keep their world spinning too long, too fast, for the beast to catch up with. She can’t know for sure. Jamie says it often enough, and she’s not wrong: Dani will never be able to say how much longer the running can last. 

But for now? While the beast holds still, and those kids still hold her name, and Jamie holds her like nothing else in the world matters?

“I think I’d like that,” she says, and feels steadier than she has in years. 

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Teenage Dirtbag

(Cormac x Jeanie)

Warnings: fluff and smut

A/N: Cormac feels bittersweet about his abnormal teenage years, but a tryst at the abandoned O'Keefe's College with Jeanie changes his mind about what never was.

The last of my birthday weekend self-indulgent drabbles. I dug deep and pulled Cormac back to the front of the closet to wear just for today.

Jeanie inhaled the scent of moss and rain that filled the air around the abandoned boarding school. If it weren't for Cormac, Hannah and Brett this was surely how her own building would end up in a few years. She didn't mind the dynamic it created between her and her boyfriend, or that the purchase was for some ulterior scientific motive. She got to keep the kids and her job, and he got to maintain one of the last untapped portals.

Now they were in Galway where everything started. Or, as Jeanie pointed out once she knew the stories, Cormac’s friends gaslit him for an entire semester.

“That's how comic book villains are born,” she watched as he turned on the power grid and fumbled around with his necklace.

“I suppose,” his catch phrase, “But even Tony Stark created a murder robot. He scrunched his nose and scratched his head in the most adorable way. Then something clicked.

“Tony Stark is a murder robot.”

A calming female voice responded before Cormac had the chance. “Tony Stark is more closely related to a cyborg than a robot. Good morning, Cormac. Jeanie.”

“See how she uses disdain when she speaks to me?! Jarvis doesn't speak like that.”

“Silvia doesn't have disdain for you. She's a computer program.”

Jeanie and Silvia spoke collectively, “I'm an artificial intelligence system.” The schoolteacher pointed at nothing as if to say even they can agree on her being beyond just a program.

“I'm also not female or male, I am a sexless non-binary system. You decided to gender me when you were fourteen years old based on the voice modulation you placed inside of me. I have no body or sexual organs.”

“You just got out Cormac’d!” Jeanie teased as his cheeks grew rosy.

“Come on, I'll show you around.”

----

The next few hours were like visiting a museum of Cormac’s memories. He admitted that he had the ability to go to university much earlier than most anticipated, but he hung around because he actually enjoyed the small group of friends he accumulated his years at O’Keefe’s. Even if his relationship with Martin, the resident Draco Malfoy, was contentious. Even if they were understaffed, underfunded and simply unable to accommodate any real science program. He felt a sense of duty to the school that kept him safe when his Nan could not.

“I could have gone with my mum’s side in Dublin if I wanted. My aunt was just worried what I might just get up to if I did.”

“What, like a criminal?” Jeanie burst into a fit of giggles picturing Cormac in a life of crime. Although.. “That's the Delaneys, right?” Jeanie pondered. “Gordon and I knew some Dublin Delaneys.”

“That's like knowing a Smith.”

They had circled back around to his old dorm room where they had dropped off all their gear for China. Jeanie lingered on the old desk having perched on the corner. Her arms hugged around herself against the draft. Cormac sat comfortably on his old bed stretched out with his arms towards the wall behind him. An aged and browning poster of a full moon above his head.

Jeanie grimaced at the water stains underneath him and tried to hide her disgust. “At least I hope those are water stains,” she joked.

Cormac moved his knees apart and stared down at the bed, “Jaysus, love, what kinda stains d’ye t’ink t’ey are?!”

Jeanie raised an eyebrow. Cormac’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “If you need t’know, I was a shower wanker.”

He was so matter of fact, like he was about everything, Jeanie snorted. Still he made a big production of unpacking his massive sleeping bag and rolling it out along the mattress. He smoothed out the nylon, and presented it to his girlfriend for her to sit down finally.

As Jeanie settled in, Cormac stuffed his hands between his legs and his face flushed. “Do you have a boner right now?! Wait, because I'm on it bed? Is this some.. Puberty regression? AM I THE FIRST GIRL WHO SAT HERE?!” Jeanie couldn't help but squeal.

“NO! Hannah and Tara have sat here loads of times.”

“Yeah, but have you touched their vaginas?”

“JEANIE!”

“CORMAC!”

Jeanie played along and stole a kiss. Her lips pecked his briskly, but then again. They lingered longer so her tongue could sneak just inside his welcoming mouth. She may as well have waged war.

Cormac pushed his own tongue deep inside of his girlfriend’s mouth. As their tongues battled for the upper hand, Jeanie clung to his shirt and laid back on the bed pulling him along with her. She ran her hands under his tee-shirt up his back to dig her nails into his shoulder blades. His forearms on either side of her to prop himself up.

Cormac situated himself inside of Jeanie's legs that drew up alongside his hips. Still fully clothed as they kissed heavily. His belt buckle got trapped by the button of her jeans as they fought to come undressed. Both laughed at the absurdity of acting like horny teenagers simply because they were in a childhood bedroom.

Still, Cormac finally undid Jeanie's pants and tugged them over her hips to her ankles. He was clumsy at the laces of her boots which he gave up on and just yanked off and tossed somewhere in the room. Up on his knees, he threw both shirts he wore over his head. He fumbled with his belt and pants, standing only to strip them off before climbing back on top of Jeanie now in her bra and panties.

The cold air pimpled their flesh, but they ignored it when their kisses commenced. Jeanie’s hands were enmeshed in Cormac’s soft, dark hair. His lips and tongue started to wander to the base of her throat which he nipped and sucked where he could feel her pulse beat under his warm mouth. A brief moment she thought he would bite harder for fun; then he did. All the while he palmed the fabric of her panties in quick succession.

Jeanie’s breath caught at how brazen Cormac was being in broad daylight. Out in the open on top of the sleeping bag instead of in it. The static from portaling that ran through his nerves just under the skin passed on to her. Her brain was too fuzzy with desire to tell if the heat on her sex and clit was from the rapid friction or just the electricity Cormac emitted.

Jeanie couldn't even focus beyond the sensation. Her fingers and hands with a mind of their own drew his boxers down to expose his bare ass to her touch. She used it to draw his no longer secret erection into her entrance. Cormac’s hand and her panties in the way. He happily let her go so he could start pushing into the fabric with the head of his cock. Her ankles locked on his waist so her heels could dig into his lower back. They urged him to rut faster in spite of their underwear.

As klutzy as Cormac was with her jeans and boots, his long fingers were experts at undoing Jeanie’s bra. He kissed her shoulders and arms behind the straps he pulled off to expose her breasts. Breasts his mouth consumed hungrily. His tongue circled and practically inhaled one of her nipples before alternating to the other. He sucked in time to his bucks.

Jeanie deigned to speak, her words punctuated by Cormac’s movements. “I'm.. really..” she moaned “Cold.”

She was, he realized all of a sudden. With more laughter and flourishes, the two managed to zip themselves snug inside the sleeping bag. Jeanie's panties and Cormac’s underwear discarded in the process. Their bodies pressed to each other while his cock pushed into her thigh. The heat was immediate, in more ways than one.

They laid on their sides and faced one another. Cormac’s leg tangled around Jeanie's lower one. Her leg closest to the ceiling wrapped around his hip. Her calf draped along his ass while her hand reached between their bodies and took hold of his shaft. She positioned it just outside her entrance that ached to be filled. All the blood in her body swelled there.

Cormac gazed downwards at her hand, his breathing uncontrolled as Jeanie guided him again inside. Without any more instruction, he thrust inside of her so far and sharply that his pelvis collided with hers. Then he pulled almost completely out and sheathed himself to the hilt again. He repeated this over and over until they found a rhythm. Hips and sexes crashed like meteors with each powered motion.

Jeanie could only hold on. Her nails felt inches deep in Cormac's muscles along his shoulders. she had fleeting thoughts that yesterday wasn't his first time. That he lied perhaps out of embarrassment thinking he was no good.

Except he was, she was out of practice. The last time she had sex this good was.. She didn't want to think of him now. He was gone, Cormac was here. His forehead pressed into her jaw and cheek as he pounded into her. It only just dawned on her his glasses were on, bent at an unnatural angle in the crook of her neck. He didn't like to travel with his contacts in.

At this angle, Cormac hit Jeanie's clit every time he lost himself in her tightening walls. He was silent except for snorts of heavy air like a horse that escaped his nose. Both of them covered in a sheen of sweat until that lightning shot through Jeanie’s body. She coiled and recoiled and drew her boyfriend to her as she came. Cormac’s name echoed off the empty walls.

Not much longer until he did the same with a shudder and a muddled, husky “fuck” in Jeanie's shoulder. Cormac's body trembled which took her aback. Whether it was from the post-orgasm rush, or emotions, she didn't ask. Instead they held onto one another and babbled mindlessly until they fell asleep in the sleeping bag.

It was loud thunder and SILVIA through the old PA system that startled the couple awake.

“Cormac. Jeanie. May I suggest you leave as soon as possible? There is an approaching electrical storm that will surely affect the magnetic field produced by portal travel.”

They rushed to get dressed and repacked. Cormac was annoyed, “If you knew. SILVIA, why the hell didn't you tell me before?”

“Coitus interruptus. Perhaps Ms Turner feels I dislike her, but I can't imagine how much animosity she would display towards me should I interfere with your sexual intercourse. She's already jealous of our long-standing relationship”

Jeanie felt highly uncomfortable at that moment, watched even. Cormac was incensed. “SILVIA.” Then he shut her off, and they were bound for China.

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[hms-chill]

ooh for the prompts you posted, could you try first prince with 35? or 106/107, both sound fun

35. “About the baby… Its yours.”

106. “Do you believe in aliens?”

107. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

The campfire crackles, and Alex moves the flashlight under his chin, trying to find the perfect angle to throw spooky shadows over his face without making it hard to see the others’ faces.

“And Henry... About the baby... it’s yours.” With that, he pulls up his hoodie, and David wriggles out as Alex screams dramatically and Henry laughs, calling David into his lap. The others groan, and Alex passes the flashlight to Nora for her scary story. Upon discovery of the fact that the royals and Pez have never actually gone camping, they’ve taken a weekend to visit Nora’s parents’ cabin, but on their and Nora’s assistance, have set up tents in the back yard for the “full camping experience”. They’ve roasted marshmallows, and Alex has kissed the chocolatey marshmallow bits off Henry’s face. Pez had tried to make a quadruple layer s’more and failed spectacularly, but he’d failed entertainingly, which is perhaps more important. Nora’d been more than willing to help him try again, and they had while June went to get wet paper towels to clean up, and between the two of them they’d had a massive s’more to shove in her face when she got back. Bea, ever the innovator and trendsetter, substituted curly whirlys for her chocolate, and they’d all filled up before settling around the fire to tell scary stories for the tradition.

Nora’s telling a story, something that must be appropriately scary and funny, but Alex is more interested in cuddling up next to Henry, David between them. Eventually, the fire dies down and the others turn in, June warning Alex that if she can hear him and Henry that night she’ll personally put a rock under his sleeping bag and Pez laughing as he tugs his partners into their tent. Bea turns in on her own, telling them she’ll see them in the morning and leaving them to find a nice space to lie down and look at the stars. Henry points out constellations, noting which ones are planets, not stars.

“Think there’s anyone else out there?” Alex asks, staring out at the sky.

“I think there must be. What about you? Do you believe in aliens?”

“I think so. Not like the movies, but somewhere. Space is so big.”

Henry hums in agreement, then adds, “and ever expanding. We keep learning more. They found something that might be life on one of Saturn’s moons.”

“What about ghosts? Do you believe in ghosts?” Alex asks, and Henry shakes his head.

“Not really. I think if they were real, we’d hear a lot more about them, or at least more consistently. You?”

“I don’t want to, but then something happens and I’m fully convinced. I think it’s the Catholic background-- they tell you there are spirits everywhere and that’s hard to shake.”

Henry laughs, moving his head closer to Alex’s. Alex runs his fingers through Henry’s hair, and David, lying between them, lets out a snort that makes Henry laugh again.

“This is nice,” Henry says after a bit. “Just... all of us together, hanging out. I missed it.”

“Me, too. And it’s nice to not have anything we’re supposed to do. I mean, camping and hiking and things, but nothing work wise. It’s nice having Bea and Pez here for a vacation, not a work event or anything.” He’s rambling now, and Henry leans over to kiss his cheek.

“Ready for bed?” he asks, and Alex is about to agree when there’s a shooting star. He gasps, looking to see if Henry saw it, then another shoots above them.

“The Perseids,” Henry says, reverently. “It’s a meteor shower. I had no idea we’d be able to see them.”

Alex shakes his head a bit, cuddling closer to Henry. “Think we should get the others?”

“They should be out tomorrow, too,” Henry says. “Meteor showers are like that.”

So Alex smiles, cuddling in next to his boyfriend with their dog between them, kissing Henry’s cheek and watching the meteors shower.

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May in Kpop

Pre-Debut Songs//January//February//March//April//May//June//July//August//September//October//November//December

May 1

Hannah Jang - “Runnaway”

Tek - more please!

Kas - I love it, oh my gosh! It’s so catchy and fun. Upbeat and boppy. I wanna drive to it, play it at 3 am in a neon room.

*Rankings (by K): Runnaway - (5)

May 7

NATTY - “NINETEEN”

Tek - I was so looking forward to Natty’s debut! And I hate to say that I just think it’s okay. She does a great job, but it’s just not for me.

Kas - Was I waiting for her debut? Yes. Do I have a clip of me reacting to her debut? Yes. I think her voice could sound a little more attractive. It's almost like she’s dragging it a little on purpose for the whole song. Something that really only works in rap verses and parts where you choke on the beat drop (See (G)I-DLE’s “Oh My God” or NCT 127’s “Limitless”). Regardless, it’s a fun song to bop to and I like the music video.

*Rankings (by K): NINETEEN - (4)

May 8

LUCY - “Dear”

Tek - I think I literally made heart eyes at that violin. Is that possible? Can you make heart eyes in real life?

Kas - Who are they to make the intro sound like Pirates of the Caribben x Disney Fairies? Also I love “Flowering” :) Seriously. What a wonderful song. I can’t remember the last time I heard a violin in music, much less in k-pop. I love how you can hear it dancing as it makes the melody.

*Rankings (by K): INTRO - (5); Flowering (5)

May 9

Roya - “Butterfly”

Kas - I really like this song. Her voice doesn’t sound as cutesy/pure as every other solo artist out there. She brings a little something new to the table while not straying from the norm too much. Taeyeon vibes?? *Ranking (by K): Butterfly - (4) Tek - sing it girl! *holds lighter*

May 15

Woo!ah! - “Exclamation”

Tek - ‘Woo!ah!’ is a fun song, but how is it that I’ve never heard this before and yet it sounds like it ripped each of it’s lines from a different song? The lyrics are just so generic. I’ve heard them a thousand times before. I like the B-side a lot better.

Kas - It’s fun for sure but not my favorite, nor does it stand out too much. Points for bop-ness, though.

*Rankings (by K): Woo!ah! - (4); Payday - (3)

May 19

REDSQUARE - “Prequel”

Tek - there’s so much makeup in this MV is feels like an ad. Kinda weird and cool that they won’t let us get a good look at the girls’ faces in the MV too. Seeing if they ever do actually kept me watching more than caring about the song. (They don’t btw)

Kas - Ooh an interesting start to the song. I like it. Thennn they lost me with the “I can be pink, i can be __…” I don’t like the chorus much, either, but they brought me back when we got into the verses. It’s an interesting song, for sure. Truly I mean “interesting”. I’ve never heard anything quite like it. Not from IZ*ONE, not TWICE and certainly not (G)I-DLE. I don’t think they’re exactly my cup of tea but I certainly had fun listening to them. I wonder what they’ll come out with next…

*Rankings (by K): ColorFull - (3.5)

SECRET NUMBER - “Who Dis?”

Tek - Title track is okay, shines in the chorus (and that little post-chorus chant is so catchy). The b-side is fair as well.

Kas - I love the music video for “Who Dis?” but I’m pretty neutral on the song. There are parts I really like and part i do not. For example, the pre-chorus does NOT do it for me. I suppose the song is functional, though. It certainly catches people’s attention which is just what a debut needs to do. “Holiday” is much more enjoyable, for me. It sounds less forced overall. I’d like it more if not for the rap parts.

*Rankings: Who Dis? - (3); Holiday - (3)

May 20

Ken - Greeting

Tek - “With All My Heart” is probably my favorite after my first listen, but I really just think they’re all so pretty!

Kas - Don’t mind me. I’m crying ‘cause pretty voice. When I first started listening to K-pop I thought ballads were boring, but it’s voices like Ken’s that prove me wrong.

*Rankings (by K): Just for a moment - (4); To us who have to endure - (4.5); With all my heart - (5); Meteor Shower - (5); So Romantic - (5); Fingertips - (3)

Ryu Su Jeong - Tiger Eyes

Tek - I don’t have a single bad thing to say about any of the songs on this mini album. Seriously, the ballads weren’t dull; the bops didn’t fall flat; she sounded amazing in each one of them.

Kas - Her voice is so pretty! All the songs hit a bit different so I like them for different reasons. I dont like the cover art too much if I’m being honest, but that’s nothing to judge a group or artist on. *casually clicks “follow” on spotify*

*Rankings (by K): Be Cautious - (5); Tiger Eyes - (5); CALL BACK - (5); Your Name - (5); 42= - (5); NA, NI - (5); Lullaby (zz) - (5); Who Dis? - (3); Holiday - (3)

May 22

Yulia - “White Dream”

Kas - I don’t think it’s a bad song. It knows what it’s doing, but what it’s doing just doesn’t do it for me.*Rankings (by K): White Dream - (2)

Tek - it’s a cute little song and I really enjoyed it

May 24

Like Me - “Like Me”

Tek - okay what is with these groups having the name and song title be the same? Better yet, how is that two in the month of May? The song is fine.

Kas - The chorus is a dumpster-fire disaster but the song is catchy and the verses start to save it. There is too much going on sound wise for it to simultaneously sound so stripped back. They just don’t sound... good. Sorry?

*Rankings (by K): LIKE ME - (2)

May 25

Kim Woo Seok - 1st Desire [Greed]

Kas- “And we all said Kim👏Woo👏Seok👏” A direct quote of what I text Tek when I listened to this. “‘Kim Wooseok is 4th gen Taemin,’ I said it.” Also a direct quote. So that’s my opinion on this… Remind me to do a review of Greed.*Rankings (by K): Intro : Lost - (5); Red Moon - (5); SINphony - (5); Somebody Like You - (5); Do U Like - (5); Beautiful - (5); The Winter - (5)

Tek - you’re right. It’s new Taemin

CASH OR PASS

Hannah Jang//NATTY//LUCY//Roya//Woo!ah!//REDSQUARE//SECRET NUMBER//Ken//Ryu Su Jeong//Yulia//Like Me//Kim Woo Seok

*Rankings Guide:

5 Point Scale

1 - hated it (...what?)

2 - didn’t like it (doesn’t do it for me)

3 - neutral/it was okay (it’s fine. No complaints, no compliments)

4 - really liked it (Might add it to a specific playlist, but chances are I’m not tracking them down)

5 - loved it (adding it to my playlist)

[singledarkshade]

Kernel Of Stubborness

Summary: The Doctor takes Rory to an alien planet for the first time. Sequel to The Doctor And The Nurse, A Fishy Tail and Getting To Know You. Author’s Notes: I managed a new story for this series. Hope you enjoy.                                ********************************************* Rory sat on the beach watching the waves crash on the shore. He hadn’t expected their trip to the small village in the fifteenth century to turn into a fight against alien invaders who were after the meteorite the village worshipped.

“Are you okay?” the Doctor asked as he took a seat at Rory’s side.

Rory glanced at him, “I’m soaking wet. Again.”

The Doctor chuckled.

“It’s just been a really long day,” Rory sighed, “I’m pretty sure not even a full two days have passed since I met you, Doctor and so much crazy stuff has happened to me.” He sighed, “And although I would never wish I’d never met you, I do wish…”

“Aldwyn’s death was not your fault,” the Doctor said cutting him off, “He would have killed everyone in the village if we hadn’t stopped him. I don’t like what happened any more than you do.”

Rory sighed sadly, “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“They still worship that stupid thing,” Rory snapped, “It’s a piece of rock that they nearly died for which means nothing.”

The Doctor shrugged, “I know but we can only do so much. Although,” he clapped Rory’s shoulder, “We stopped an alien attack which would have wiped out half the country. Take the win.”

Nodding Rory asked, “Can we get out of here?”

The Doctor nodded and stood, offering Rory his hand to pull the younger man to his feet. Wrapping an arm around Rory’s shoulder, the Doctor led him back towards the village. The TARDIS was just beyond it in the forest waiting for them.

“Rory,” a soft voice called as they passed through the village square.

Turning the two men saw the daughter of the blacksmith running towards them, her doe eyes wide.

“Are you leaving?” she asked when she reached them.

Taking a step closer, Rory nodded, “I have to. It’s time for me to go home, Hannah.”

Hannah threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly, “I’ll miss you.”

Awkwardly Rory patted her shoulder, “I…I’ll miss you too.”

Hannah stared at him for a moment before she kissed him. Rory stared at her in surprise when she pulled away.

“Goodbye,” she whispered tearfully.

The Doctor caught Rory’s shoulder and steered him towards the TARDIS once more.

“Come on lover boy,” he teased as Rory grimaced at him, “It looks like you’ll be breaking hearts all through time.”

                                 *********************************************

 Rory walked into the control room. He’d had a long shower and felt warm finally. He really hoped wherever they went next did not end up with him soaked through again.

“I was thinking,” the Doctor said, as Rory arrived, “How would you like to see another planet?”

Rory moved to the console, “Yes.”

The Doctor grinned at him, “Alright, I know a place that if we arrive at the right time of year there is the most incredible meteor shower.”

“Sounds good,” Rory smiled, grabbing the console as the Doctor flung the lever.

They were bounced around for a few minutes before the TARDIS landed. The Doctor grabbed his coat and slipped it over the blue suit he was now wearing, Rory nodded and followed the other man out of the box.

Rory closed the door to the TARDIS and turned, stalling in his tracks as he could see the starlit sky with three moons.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, “This is a different planet.”

The Doctor smiled from his side, “Yes, it is. Come on.”

Rory followed the Doctor away from the TARDIS and up a hill. At the top Rory could see a city spread out in front of him, lit up and looking similar in some ways to the world he knew but completely alien to him.

“This is incredible,” Rory breathed, unable to rip his eyes from the view before him.

They stood in silence for several minutes before the Doctor asked, “What’s that?”

“What?” Rory asked, turning to see a small group of people running towards them.

The Doctor suddenly grabbed the front of Rory’s jacket pulling him down just before a blast hit the tree just behind where his head had been.

“What the hell?” Rory demanded, following the Doctor towards the treeline where the people presumably being shot at were coming towards them.

“Just keep your head down,” the Doctor told him.

 The Doctor could see the small group who had been sneaking away from the city being shot at were young and did not look like soldiers or any kind of threat.

“She’s hurt,” Rory suddenly said and started towards the group, dropping down beside a little girl who looked to be about ten years old and pulling out a first aid kit from his pocket.

“Where did you get that?” the Doctor asked.

“It was on my bed,” Rory told him, “I thought you left it for me.”

The Doctor stared at him surprised, if the TARDIS was leaving Rory things like that then it was clear that the younger man had made a connection with her. It had happened with a few previous companions but not for some time.

“Doctor,” Rory’s voice pulled him back, “I can’t help her here.”

“We are heading to a safe haven,” one of the men spoke up, “It is not far from here.”

The Doctor nodded, “Lead the way.”

Rory put the kit back in his pocket and moved to help the man lift the girl. Yells came from nearby and the Doctor motioned them.

“Move now,” he ordered.

They started to run, the small group looking terrified as the calls from behind them became louder with each passing second.

“Keep going,” the woman, the Doctor worked out to be the leader, ordered as blasts of energy exploded around them.

A cry came from beside him and the Doctor saw one of the men fall, Rory skidded to a halt and ran back to help him.

“Rory,” the Doctor cried but before he could head back for his friend a blast landed at his feet throwing him backwards down the hill. He heard Rory call his name before his head hit a rock and everything went black.

                                 *********************************************

 The Doctor woke with a start, groaning at the pain echoing through his head.

“Are you awake?” a woman asked from his side.

He nodded before his memories caught up and he jumped up, “Rory?”

“Your friend tried to save Gelan,” she said, “I’m afraid he was taken by the Magistrate’s guards.”

Grimacing in pain the Doctor asked, “The Magistrate?”

“He claims to be protecting the princess until she is old enough to rule but he is instead using his position to take over,” she explained.

“The Princess Mercy,” the Doctor groaned with realisation, “Which makes you, Senator Yila.”

Yila nodded, “How do you know this?”

The Doctor grimaced, “It’s a long story. What about my friend?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “But we used all our resources to rescue the Princess. We have no way to get back into the palace.”

“I will not leave him.”

“Then I wish you good luck,” Yila told him.

Anger filled him, “He is only imprisoned because he was helping your Princess and one of your people.”

“I will give you all the assistance I can regarding the layout of the palace,” Yila replied looking reluctant, “But I cannot spare anyone to accompany you.”

The Doctor stared at her for several moments before demanding, “Tell me everything I need.”

 Rory cradled his right arm to his chest, as he sat against the wall in a cell. After the blast exploded in front of the Doctor throwing him down the hill, Rory found he was surrounded by people all aiming guns at him. He was grabbed, thrown to the ground with his arm painfully bent up his back, then forced to watched them shoot the man he’d been trying to help in the head.

“Do you know who I am?” a man stood in the doorway suddenly.

Rory looked up at him, taking in the black outfit as well as the air of superiority he wore with it and asked, “Should I?”

“I,” the man stepped inside, “Hold your life in my hands. And I,” he grabbed Rory’s throat, “Will only spare you if you tell me what I want to know.”

Rory struggled to breathe as the man’s grip tightened.

“I am the Magistrate,” the man continued, throwing Rory against the wall where he gasped for breath, “And you are nothing. You only live as long as you’re useful to me.”

Staring at the man Rory forced himself to stay still and not show how afraid he was.

“Now,” the Magistrate stated, “Where is the Princess?”

Rory remained silent.

Anger filled the Magistrate’s voice “Tell me.”

“No.”

He expected the fist coming towards him but had no way to dodge it and slammed into the floor tasting blood that welled up in his mouth.

“I am not going to kill you,” the Magistrate breathed, leaning over him, “I am going to keep you alive. I will break you piece by piece until you tell me what I want to know and beg for death.”

Rory had been tormented a lot of his childhood. Small, quiet and a little clumsy he had been the perfect target for bullies. He recognised a bully when he met one and whereas young Rory would have folded instantly, the last few years had created a kernel of pure stubbornness. Pushing himself to sit up, Rory looked up at the man threatening him and said once more, “No.”

                                 *********************************************

 The Doctor frowned as he checked the schematics of the palace, the only entry point had been used to rescue the young princess, so it was likely the security had been upgraded.

He was forcing his fear and anger down until he managed to get Rory back safely.

“Doctor?”

He turned to find the young Princess standing there, a bandage around her wrist, “Your Highness.”

“I’m sorry about your friend,” she said softly, “He was so brave to try to save my guard.”

“It’s who he is,” the Doctor told her before adding sharply, “And he’s not dead yet.”

The little girl winced, “I have ordered my people to help you in whatever way they can.”

The Doctor stared at her and concentrated for a few moments, checking whether or not this was a fixed point or if he could play with history.

After a moment he smiled, “I need to get my ship and then we will be putting you back where you belong, your Highness and removing the Magistrate.”

“We will?” Yial asked from the doorway.

Nodding the Doctor grabbed his coat, “I’ll be back soon.”

Heading out the hidden base the Doctor quickly ran back to the TARDIS, relieved he didn’t run into any guards and that no one had found it.

Entering the ship, he frowned at the clang that echoed around him, “I’ll find him,” he promised the TARDIS, “You don’t normally take to people this fast. Leaving him the first aid kit,” the Doctor gently stroked the console, “I’ll get him back.”

Setting the coordinates, the Doctor pulled the lever sending them back to the base. He had a plan, and just hoped Rory was still alive.

Especially for the health of the men who’d taken him.

 Rory had never been in as much pain as he was now. His right arm was broken, he had several broken ribs, three of the fingers on his left hand were broken and it was more than likely he had two black eyes.

Strangely his nose felt fine.

The guards dragging him from the cell dropped Rory to the ground and he couldn’t stop himself crying out in agony.

“I am impressed,” the Magistrate stated, “You have not given in and betrayed your friends. But this is your final chance. Where is the Princess?”

Rory closed his eyes, hoping to hear the TARDIS arrive or the Doctor make an entrance but there was nothing.

He was alone but he was used to it now.

Forcing himself to his knees, Rory looked out through his swollen eyes and said, “No.”

Rory felt something press between his shoulder blades a second before electricity shot through his entire body. When it stopped, Rory fell to the ground.

“No,” he muttered.

“You are going to die,” the Magistrate whispered in his ear, “But it will be slow and painful if you don’t tell me what I want to know.”

Rory closed his eyes and sighed, “No.”

“Hit him again,” the Magistrate ordered.

Feeling the pressure of the taser against his ribs, Rory braced himself for the pain, but nothing happened. Instead the familiar wheeze echoed through the room as a breeze hit Rory’s face. The Doctor had come back for him.

He hadn’t been abandoned.

 The Doctor opened the door of the TARDIS and looked around the room. Instantly spotting Rory on the ground, looking in need of medical attention. Forcing himself not to run to his friend because that wouldn’t help Rory, the Doctor instead turned to the man standing above his friend.

“You would be the Magistrate,” he noted.

The man sneered, “And you are?”

“I’m the Doctor,” he introduced himself, “And you better hope that my friend is not severely injured otherwise this will turn out even worse from you than it is going to.”

The Magistrate began to laugh, “Your little tricks mean nothing here. Our Princess has been abducted and he knows where she is.”

“Actually,” the Doctor said smugly, “He doesn’t. But,” he stepped back to the TARDIS and opened the doors, “I do.”

On cue the young Princess walked out surrounded by her guards with Senator Yila. The Doctor moved to Rory to check his friend, promising he was safe wrapping Rory in his coat.

“Your Highness,” the Magistrate said, oozing sincerity, “I have been so concerned for your safety.”

The little girl turned to him, “Only because I wasn’t in your control. Guards arrest him.”

The Magistrate was grabbed by the guards, several were his own, and dragged away.

“Doctor,” the Princess said, “Is your friend alright?”

Helping Rory to stand, the Doctor replied, “He will be.” Without another word he moved Rory into the TARDIS.

 Rory could feel the Doctor’s arms holding him as they walked slowly. The moment they entered the TARDIS he felt the gentle hum making him know he was safe again.

“Come on,” the Doctor said softly, “The medical bay is just a few more steps.”

Exhausted and in pain, Rory forced himself to keep moving.

“Okay,” the Doctor said softly, “The bed is beside you. Just move slowly and lie down, I won’t let you fall.”

Unable not to let out moans at every stab of pain as he slowly lay back on the bed, Rory sighed in relief when he was laying on the bed.

“You came for me,” Rory breathed.

The Doctor rested his hand on Rory’s forehead, “Of course.”

“No one else ever did,” he murmured,

Silence filled the room for a moment before the Doctor spoke again, “You’re going to feel warm and then fall asleep. When you wake up, you’ll feel a lot better.”

“Doctor,” Rory whispered, “You’ll be here?”

“Of course,” his friend assured him, “Just close your eyes and rest.”

Rory felt the world begin to fade into warmth and blackness slipping into unconsciousness with a sigh.

 While the pod healed Rory’s injuries, the Doctor frowned. In the very short time that Rory had been travelling with him, the Doctor had come to appreciate how compassionate the younger man was along with his intelligence and curiosity. He also felt that Rory needed a friend, someone who was there for him and despite the fact the Doctor knew he wasn’t the best choice for this, he wanted to be that friend.

Seeing Rory beaten and broken had scared him in a way that he hadn’t felt for a while. But it was Rory’s surprise that the Doctor had returned for him that made him angry. Rory should know that he was important, he should know that he was never alone.

With a sigh, knowing that Rory would be in the pod for a few days, the Doctor headed to the control room and sent them into the time stream.

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Aliens

Aliens Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge Summary: Implications of torture! After getting booted from a summer camp, Katie has to tag around with her dad at the Garrison base. Things get slightly more interesting, however, when she starts following around a different Garrison emlpoyee. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more. AN: So, this prompt ended up getting ridiculously involved for me, and I’ve decided I’m gonna write this as a multi-chapter story. For now, consider this a preview and I’ll include more information about the full story in my next update post. :3

She watched everything around her with a sharp eye and keen interest.

Bringing your child into work wasn’t something that a lot of Garrison officers typically did – mostly because they weren’t supposed to – but this was a special case. “You see,” Her dad explained to his superior officer with a small, almost-nervous chuckle, “my wife is away visiting family. Her father is terribly ill and, well, we decided it would be better for Katie to stay here. It would be too hard for my dear Colleen to help her mother, whom is also terribly frail, take care of her father as well as keep a seven year old entertained. And it’ll only be for seven, eight weeks, at most!”

Commander Sampson eyed her wearily as her father spoke, still seeming unsure, before turning his attention back to her dad. “Are you sure that she will behave herself, Samuel?” He asked calmly.

“Oh, absolutely! I’ll keep her stuck to my hip like glue!” He promised, smiling wide and reassuringly at the other.

“Will your son also be following you along?”

“Oh, no, Matthew is away at a science summer camp until late August. Colleen should be home by then,” He said. Katie had originally gone to a science summer camp, too, but been kicked out after she stuffed another kid’s bunk with honey to play a real-life game of Ants-in-the-Pants. She was accused of being too rowdy and mean-spirited; she argued that she was standing up for herself against one of the kids bullying her, since none of the camp counselors had tried to help her at all. Samuel had stood beside his daughter, saying something about “bad press” and “negligence lawsuits”, which successfully got both Katie and the other child booted from the program.

Which had left her preening in delight. She may have gone down, but at least she took that jerk down with her.

With a slow exhale through his nose, Commander Sampson turned to Samuel again. “I’ll allow it, but make sure you keep her close at hand. The Garrison is not a daycare; it’s a military organization that trains space explorers,” He said strictly, sizing Katie up one last time, before heading back off to resume his duties.

“Thank you, Sir!” Samuel called after him before beaming down at her. He reached down and ruffled her hair before taking her hand. “Well, looks like you’re going to be getting the grand tour of the Garrison a few years early! You excited?”

“Yeah! Can I sit in for your lectures?” She asked eagerly.

He chuckled and gently steered her towards his office. “Absolutely! But do make sure to behave and stay quiet; can’t have you giving my students all the answers, now, can we?” He chuckled as they headed in. He gathered up his laptop, folders and a few other things before handing her the little messenger bag with some of her things in it. Once she had properly settled the strap on her shoulder, he took her hand and they headed along the halls towards the lecture halls.

And for the first two times she watched his lecture, she’d been enthralled. The third time, however, her interest started to wane. She tried her best to stay quiet – really, she did – but she was bored with this and flopped about in her father’s office chair. Sometimes, when he asked a question and there was a long pause between volunteers to answer, she’d let out a long, pitiful sigh. The students found this hilarious each time she did it, but she could tell her dad was reaching the ends of his patience by the time the lecture was over. “Katie, darling, you promised to behave,” He said, keeping his tone gentle as he knelt down and spun the chair around so she was facing him again.

“But I’m bored!” She whined loudly, feeling no need to tone it back now that there were so few students left in the room. The last couple chuckled a bit at her but she ignored them. She flipped around so that she was sitting in his chair upside down. “I like your lecture, but why can’t you do a different one for the next class?”

“That’s not how a teaching plan works, Katie,” He said patiently. He reached down, picked her up, and set her back down in the chair so she was seated properly. “I have to make sure all my students in all my classes are on the same page so they can work together or seek me out if they need additional help with something.”

“Showing the future head of our department a thing or two, Samuel?” A warm voice teased from the large doors leading into the classroom.

Sam chuckled and glanced over. “Hello, Hannah. And I’m just trying to convince my daughter, Katie, to behave despite being bored with my lecture for the day,” He explained, motioning the woman over. Katie thought she looked kind of familiar; an adult she’d probably seen at one of those boring work events her dad had to attend a lot. “Katie, this is Hannah Curtis. She’s one of the head researches in life on other planets.”

Katie perked up at that, eyes getting bright at that. “You mean you get to study aliens?” She asked.

Hannah giggled politely as she walked down one of the aisles to the table. “Well, so far we haven’t found any in the way you’re thinking; mostly just alien plant life. But it’s still pretty interesting stuff,” She said happily. She then turned her attention back to Sam. “I was wondering if you had a spare tablet charger. I’m working on a new project with a lot of complicated data and, well, I’ve never been good about remembering where I keep those chargers.”

Samuel chuckled and nodded, opening a drawer of his desk and rummaging through. “I swear, between you and the Douglas’, I’m gonna run out of spare charging cables,” He teased lightly, pulling out a small, bound black cable and offering it to her. “What projects are you working on right now, anyway? I heard they’d transferred you off of the Callisto research study to put you in charge of another program, but didn’t hear any specifics being mentioned.”

Hannah chuckled a bit as she fiddled with the cord. “Oh, just your run-of-the-mill research on a foreign organism located a few miles off. They think it has something to do with that meteor shower a few weeks back but I’m still not sure. You know, Samuel,” She said, her gaze shifting to Katie as she spoke before snapping back up at him, “I could take Katie with me back to my lab, if you’d like. I have some samples and tests to run that I could use a little bit of help with. She could take notes for me and maybe even get to see some of the results up close and personal.” She offered, fiddling with the cable in her hands.

Katie gasped and sat upright immediately, clutching at the arm of the chair and looking at Sam with large, pleading eyes. “Can I, Dad? Pretty, pretty please?”

He looked down at her and scowled. “Katie, darling, I told Commander Sampson that you would stay with me,” He said.

“Aw, Sam,” Hannah laughed lightly, “I’ll deal with Derek. I’m sure he won’t mind so long as she isn’t wandering the halls aimless and alone.”

He still seemed a bit unsure, turning his attention back to Katie. He reached down and gently pushed her unruly copper-tinted bangs from her face. “Do you promise to behave yourself for Hannah? Meaning you’ll mind your manners and do as your told and not act out?” He asked.

“I promise I will if you let me go with her!” She insisted, sticking her lower lip out just enough to make it quiver.

He chuckled and ruffled her hair affectionately. “Okay, you can cut it back on the theatrics. Just make sure you keep your promise to listen, because if you don’t, Hannah will bring you back to me in a heartbeat, understand?”

She beamed up and held her arms up, embracing him tightly once he leaned close enough to be reached. “I will! Thank you so much, Daddy!” She slipped out of the chair and took the hand Hannah offered to her, staring up at her excitedly. “Will I really get to look at samples if I behave?”

“Of course! Oh, and I’ll bring her back for lunch, too. I figure, depending on how interesting she finds everything, I could keep her with me after that, too, if it’s okay,” Hannah suggested.

“Let’s just see how she does between now and lunch,” Samuel said, picking her bag up off the floor and gently draping it over her shoulder, “and determine where to go from there, okay?”

“Thank you, Daddy! I’ll see you later!” She called as she walked along with the older woman, waving back at him as they headed out. She looked up at Hannah curiously as they stepped out into the hallway, weaving between the throngs of students darting here and there before the bell could chime again. “Have you ever seen a real alien before? Because my Dad says that aliens are real but that we just haven’t gotten enough proof yet.”

Hannah giggled a bit. “What if I told you that I have a real life alien in my lab, right now?” She asked, leaning down a bit and lower her voice to avoid being overheard.

“Really?” Katie nearly shrieked, eyes shining with excitement.

Hannah gently pressed a finger to her lips but giggled despite herself. “Settle down, dear. We can’t have the whole place finding out about it,” She said gently. Katie gasped quietly and clapped a hand against her mouth, nodding in understanding. “But yes, we did. It’s a small thing and we still don’t know a lot about it, but we’re doing the best we can to learn more about it and why it came to Earth.” She explained before fishing a key card from her jacket pocket and sliding it through the elevator. She let Katie enter first, then stepped in herself.

The ride in the elevator was mostly quiet, with only Katie’s excited humming to fill the void. When the doors opened, they were in a lower floor area that was filled with transparent cells with cots and toilets but nothing else. It reminded her of a scene she’d seen in a movie she and Matt had watched one night when their sitter fell asleep on the couch while their parents were out. The rooms had transparent, glass doors with multiple little holes in them for oxygen and, if she were to guess, communication. There were tons of other Garrison scientists running about, but they had swapped out their Garrison golds and olives for traditional scientist white coats. Hannah approached an area with desks to their left, already starting to shrug off her blazer. Katie followed after her, unsure of what else to do. “Let me just slip into my proper coat and I’ll take you to see it, okay, Katie?” Hannah said politely.

“Dr. Fritz, there you are! We’ve been looking all over-!” Another scientist, a younger looking fellow with hair that looked like it had just been rubbed against a balloon and wild green eyes darted over, a tablet clutched tightly in his grasp. He cut off, however, when he saw Katie and let out a terrified squawk. “Dr. Fritz!” He voice grew high and cracked with anxiety.

“Oh, settle down, Andy! This is Katie, Commander Holt’s daughter. I’m sure you remember her from the company picnic a few weeks ago, right?” Hannah said with a small wave, finally shrugging her blazer off completely and moving to grab the white coat tossed over the back of the chair. Katie waved politely at Andy before her attention shifted to a picture of Callisto on Dr. Fritz’ desk. She seemed to notice, by how she plucked it up and offered it to her. “Here, if you’d like a better look. Pretty neat, huh, Katie?” She giggled.

“Doctor Fritz, this is highly problematic! We can’t have a child wandering around here with that thing in here! What if word got out? If Commander Wickler found out what we were doing-!” He yelped again when Hannah grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and pulled him closer.

“Commander Wickler won’t find out anything if you keep your mouth shut and let me do my damn job. I know what I’m doing, unlike the rest of you,” She said, keeping her voice quiet to avoid attracting Katie’s attention. She then shoved him back and glared at him. “Now, Andy, why don’t you go make sure our guest is awake and ready for visitors? I promised Katie that she could see it for herself.” She said evenly, turning her attention and a bright smile back to the young girl beside her.

Andy still looked uncomfortable but nodded. “Of course, Dr. Fritz,” He said quietly, rapping his fingers along the tablet as he headed off.

“So you’re a doctor? Do you specialize in aliens?” Katie asked, offering the picture back to Hannah.

She smiled and nodded, calmly placing the picture back on her desk. “Indeed I am. Well, the degree technically says I’m a doctor of Biology, but I’ve always been more interested in the anatomy of foreign entities. This is the first time it’s been something more than a plant or a root. This one… This one could yield some real information about what space is like,” She said, her voice becoming awestruck the longer she spoke.

Katie smiled wider herself. She hoped that someday she could be as passionate as Hannah was about her work.

Hannah seemed to snap free of her moment and led Katie along. “Now, I want you to stay close to me. It can get a little aggressive if you get too close to the glass of its cell,” She explained as they walked. Most of the units were empty but the farthest one back was where Hannah finally stopped. “It usually tends to duck under the cot and stay in the corner, but if you look you should be able to see it’s eyes.” She advised, pointing at the area in question.

Katie looked down to see two narrowed, glowing gold eyes watching her from beneath the mattress of the small bed. She gasped and immediately scrambled down, sitting cross-legged and leaning a bit closer to the plate-glass of the cell. Hannah stepped back a bit further as she observed Katie’s behavior, going until she was nearly pressed against the glass of the empty cell across from the one the subject was being held in. “Hello,” She said with a soft gasp.

The eyes widened a bit before she could see the silhouette of whatever it was moving. She heard Hannah mumble something under her breath but she couldn’t make out exactly what she said. The figure shifted out, crawling out while staying low to the ground, and she blinked in surprise at the alien staring back at her. It’s eyes were a bright gold with slim pupils, but the eyes were set in a humanoid face of pale purple skin. There was also a mop of inky hair with two cat-like ears sticking out, the ears covered in a purple fur that match his skin. The ears also had two little tufts at the tip, the fur there a slightly darker purple than the rest. It was wearing Earth attire, which she found a little strange,  and the bright red shirt paired with tan khakis seemed like an odd fit. She also noticed a long, fluffy purple tail curling behind it and a strange collar of some sort around it’s neck.

She shifted a bit closer herself, starting to reach out to touch the glass, when Andy darted back over and gasped. “It came out!” He sputtered in alarm.

Immediately, the alien hissed violently, revealing long and sharp looking fangs, before scampering back under the bed. Hannah growled and whipped her head around to glare at him. “You simple-minded idiot!” She hissed, walking over to him.

Katie watched them for a moment then scooted a bit closer, leaning up a little so that she could speak near one of the vents. “Hello, my name is Katie,” She called lightly.

Hannah paused in her berating of Andy and watched, shifting her attention from Katie to the alien inside the cell whom had perked back up a little bit from the other speaking to him.

“I take it you haven’t spent a lot of time on Earth, but it’s good that you at least got some clothes. Hopefully it not too bad, since I’m not sure how comfy it is with your tail and all. I mean, unless a hole was cut in the back so that your tail could come out easier? I can’t really tell, since you seem to like hiding under the bed,” She said.

The alien shifted inside the cell, moving to lay down on its belly. It was the most at east that it had been since they’d found it half-dead on the side of the road nearly three weeks back.

“So, like, I take it your type of alien are kinda like cats? My Aunt Lucy has a cat that runs under the couch or the bed whenever visitors come over. She says that he’s a scaredy cat, but I think it’s just more that he doesn’t like Matt cause he pets him weird,” She said, tapping her feet together as she spoke. She leaned back a bit on her hands, getting more comfortable. “Matt’s my big brother. He’s okay when he isn’t being a total jerk. Sometimes he calls me Pidge, cause he says I’m small like a pigeon, and I hate it.” She continued to prattle on for as long as she was allowed, promising that she’d draw a picture of the new puppy they’d just gotten for him to see while she was eating her lunch.

Hannah dropped her back of with her Dad after about two hours, promising to come get her again a little later.

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“Dr. Fritz, I don’t understand why you brought that little girl in here. She could tell Commander Holt about the alien and blow the whistle on our research studies!” Andy squeaked out anxiously, clutching the tablet so tightly that it looked like the screen might crack. He was standing beside her desk as she turned her tablet back on, humming quietly as it loaded. He glanced down at the tablet in his hands, at the near-empty document regarding the alien they’d found. He didn’t have much to say about it other than it’s appearance and the accelerated rate at which it’s injuries had healed.

“Andy, we have a lovely little opportunity placed before us,” She said evenly, plucking out the stylus and beginning to write down some information. Added to her own list of information – which also included the alien’s hostile and volatile temperament, as well as its apparent lack of Earth knowledge or speaking capabilities – she added a few notes to her file.

“What do you mean?” He asked, trying to peer over her shoulder at what she’d written. Instead, she turned her chair around with a quick snap and pointed her stylus at him, less than an inch from touching his nose. He took a step back and gulped.

“How about instead of questioning me,” She mused, her tone sugary sweet and fatal, “you follow my orders to assure the integrity of our research? Katie Holt can be an interesting little pawn that can help us figure out where this thing came from. That kind of information could be invaluable to the Garrison.” She glared before tilting back in her seat, adjusting to reread the report she had drafted up about her research for the day.

Subject is a potential juvenile specimen of species; more data needed to confirm. Subject seems to have a higher tolerance for pain than humans; electrocution caused clear pain, but had a higher tolerance than human before pain reached excessive levels. Heightened healing element continues to be prominent factor; wounds caused by electrocution assessment seemed to heal more effectively than would heal for a human specimen once current was shut down. Healing element only seems to take effect once injury has ceased but will need to conduct further research to confirm. New assessments are being completed to determine the intelligence and amount of knowledge the subject has about Earth culture and habits. As of now, seems to recognize inflection and volume as indicators of intent of words; ability to understand the language has yet to be determined. Assessment schedule shall be properly scheduled and finalized to determine.

She smirked and picked her tablet back up. “Andy, go get a testing room and tranquilizer gun ready, would you? I want to run a few more tests on the subject’s limitations in regards to pain tolerance and the healing aspect of it before I start figuring out a proper schedule for the rest of the tests,” She said while standing up.

The other nodded and headed off, glancing back over his shoulder as she headed down along the aisle to the cell it was resting inside. Shortly after Katie had left, it seemed to go back on the defensive, its anxiety hyped up. “You must be so lonely, aren’t you?” Hannah giggled, lightly wrapping her knuckles against the glass.

A hiss that was most likely meant to sound threatening was her answer.

“Don’t worry now, little one. I think I can schedule regular play dates for you and Katie. Would you like that? Having a little friend to talk to?” She mused, pushing away from the glass to close the tablet and tuck it into one of the large inner pockets of the coat. “So long as we keep things under wraps, Katie will continue playing into our hands quite nicely. We can assess of how much use you’ll be to use. And who knows! Perhaps we’ll even be able to locate whatever kind of ship you came here on! That would certainly be a discovery worth something to Commander Wickler, maybe even keep us from getting read the riot act for keeping you under wraps!” She said with a happy sigh, pressing one hand to her chest.

If she could just make that reality, everything she’d been through would be worth it.

Andy reappeared a moment later with the gun she’d asked for, passing it over uneasily. “Dr. Fritz, I wasn’t sure what you wanted to check so I just set out a whole bunch of different options. I hope that’s acceptable,” He stammered out uneasily.

Dr. Fritz turned and smiled, a cruel little thing, and gave his cheek a little pat. “Thank you, Andy. I’ll meet you in there in a moment,” She said before pulling a small key card from her pocket. This one was different from the one she used for the elevator, a bit smaller and was a pale blue hue, so that she distinguish them and avoid getting asked questions about the smaller one. She slid it through the card reader beside the cell and beamed as the door slowly slid up.

The subject, as she had learned once before, was surprisingly quick, but luckily she was a faster shot.

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Katie had been thrilled to bits when Hannah offered to take her for half the day to make things easier on Samuel. “I can see why you wanted to bring her with you, Sam,” Hannah had said with a bright smile. She reached down and gently gave Katie’s shoulder a squeeze. “She’s such a good little helper!”

Sam stared at her surprise, blinked, then chuckled a bit. “My, you must have really been able to keep her interest then! If she doesn’t enjoy something, she tends to become a bit unruly!” He said.

“Alien plants can be rather interesting, I’ll have you know,” She teased lightly. “If it’s okay, I’d like to take her on for as long as she’s here as my helper. I could take here around the same time every day, bring her back up for lunch, take her back to my lab afterwards, and then bring her back in time for your last lecture of the day. Would that be okay?”

“So long as she wants to go and you don’t mind having her, I suppose there isn’t a problem with it,” He said, smiling at his daughter. There was comfort in knowing that she was gaining more knowledge despite not being in the camp still. At least this way he didn’t have to worry about her getting bullied by a bunch of immature little ingrates. He smiled and waved as the two of them headed back out of the lecture hall.

“Can I ask a question, Dr. Fritz?” Katie asked curiously as they walked along.

“Katie, you can call me Hannah. We’re friends, after all,” She said, her smile and voice warm to the younger beside her.

The younger beamed up at her. “Okay, Hannah. I wanted to ask about… Um… The alien,” She said, lowering her voice and mouthing out the last bit. Hannah hummed and nodded as they got into the elevator. “Well, where did you find him? Was he out attacking people? Or was he, like, eating power lines or something?” She asked curiously.

“Oh, I found it while doing some additional work. See, I had driven to a separate Garrison base to assist another researcher with examining some samples they acquired from a meteor,” She explained as she slid the card key through and began the descent. “I was driving home to my hotel late one night, and it ran out into the road from the treeline nearby. At first, I thought I had just hit a large dog or something, but when I stopped, I found that I had actually hit it. I figured this would be a wonderful chance to learn a bit more about the life forms we share the universe with.”

Katie’s brow knitted a bit at her words. “Do you think… Do you think it was lost? And that was why it ran out into the road?” She asked worriedly.

“Katie, darling, it is much better that it be here. After all, it clearly knows next to nothing about human culture or life on Earth. And the poor thing was terribly injured from being hit! If not for me bringing it here, it probably would have died. I, in a way, have saved its life,” She said calmly as they reached their floor. The doors slid open and she gently ushered Katie out and into the front room. “It’s a win-win situation for us all, really. It stays alive and well-fed; we gain more knowledge about what aliens in our universe are capable of.”

Katie nodded mutely but said nothing. Taking her silence as anticipation, Hannah hurried her along to the cell.

Andy was there, carefully shoving a tray of food into the cell through a slim slot on the floor. He looked over and plastered on a nervous smile. “A-Ah, Katie Holt! Welcome back to our neck of the woods!” He said, glancing from her to Dr. Fritz uneasily.

His response from his boss was a curt nod. “We’ll have to see if he’ll come out to eat. He hasn’t seemed too keen on having guests to talk with him while he eats,” Hannah advised Katie as she settled on the floor in front of the cell, much like she had the day before.

“Maybe none of the things you’ve wanted to talk to him before are things he wants to talk about,” Katie said as she opened her little bag and fished out her drawing pad and crayons. She flipped to a new page, opened her box, and pulled out the brown crayon first. “I mean, I know I’d be less likely to want to eat without someone to have a fun conversation with.”

A quick glance over the top of her page revealed two gleaming yellow eyes keyed in on her. Good, she had its attention. That was a start.

She turned her attention back towards her drawing as she started to drag the crayon along the pages. “So, it’s clear you aren’t from Earth. So you must be from some place really far away and really cool, huh? But I guess Earth is kinda cool to you, huh? Since you’ve never been here before?” She said. After a small pause, she switched the brown crayon for the gray one instead. “That’s one of the things me and Matt like about when we do big family trips, anyway. Getting to see all the different places we’ve never been before, I mean,” She said before lifting her head again.

The alien had crept out a bit further and settled to imitate her posture, sitting on the other side of the glass to watch her in exchange.

She smiled and giggled. “So, my name’s Katie. What’s yours?”

Silence for a beat, before the alien cocked it’s head, mouthing out its response of, “Keith.”

[jeffatk1ns]

Constellations - Hannah Baker x Reader

Request - “Hiii there!, could I request a Hannah baker x fem reader where they both go star gazing and the reader reveals her feelings for Hannah:)”

A/N: Y/S/N is Your Ship Name and Y/E/C is Your Eye Colour.

“Fuckkk, It’s so coool!” You sighed at your computer screen, resting your head on your hand and scrolling with the other.

“Y/N, I’ve said I’ll go with you!” Your best friend, Clay, threw his arms up.

“I know but-”

“You’d rather have her. I get it.” He faked annoyance, but his sly grin was hard to hide.

“Not that she’d go with me, anyway.” You despaired.

“Would you stop saying that? Just ask her already.”

“She’ll think I’m a nerd.” you motioned to the computer screen displaying the information about the Geminid Meteors. Clay rolled his eyes.

“It’s just so exciting!” Your eyes lit up as they met the screen again.

“What is?” Hannah asked, taking a seat in the chair next to you. The voice made a lump form in your throat.

“Uh-” You stuttered, taken aback by her sudden appearance.

“This meteor shower thing. Y/N wants to go, but I’m busy and her parents won’t let her out alone so late.” Clay lied. You shot him daggers.

“Oh, really? That’s awesome! I’ll go with you, I’d love to see it.” She smiled. When she noticed your silence, she faltered a little, “If that’s okay with you...”

“Yes! Yes, of course! Thank you Hannah.” You grinned back.

You and Hannah had been friends ever since she’d moved to Liberty High, and somewhere along the line you’d fallen, deeply, for her. She was one of the most beautiful girls you’d ever seen, and the way she lit up a room when she entered was magical.

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CLAY: Tony just texted, asking if we still wanted to use his Mustang for the stargazing

CLAY: OBVIOUSLY YOU’RE DITChING mE

CLAY: But it’s okay, he said you and Hannah can borrow it, and wishes you luck ;)

CLAY: Think he’s an even bigger Y/S/N shipper than me

YOU: Shut up Clay

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You sat in Tony’s Mustang anxiously, outside Hannah’s house. You were wearing your favourite warm dress, and the backseat was packed with multiple fluffy blankets and hot flasks of soup, and two pairs of binoculars. Your fingers tapped against the steering wheel. What if she noticed you wanted this to be more of a date and got scared? What if she outwardly told you she didn’t like you?

A tap on the window interrupted you. Hannah was holding two coffee shop cups and had a blanket over her shoulder. You smiled at her and unlocked the car so she could get in.

“What’s in the mystery cups?” You chuckled.

“Hot chocolate. A stranger once told me it’s the cure for all things shitty in life. And i thought, since this will be absolutely epic, it can’t do anything but make it better, right?” she placed the two cups in the cup holders and threw her blanket in the backseat with yours.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up...”

“Oh, I would.” She pressed her lips in the most certain smile, which reassured and calmed you.

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The car door banged shut, and you shook out the blanket you’d taken, laying it neatly over the bonnet of the car, then layering another on top.

“Now, be careful, if anything happens to Tony’s baby, he may murder you.” You joked. “Actually, he’d definitely murder you.”

“Believe me I wouldn’t dare.” She laughed. The light sound warmed your cold bones.

The two of you sprawled on the blankets on the Mustang, downing hot chocolate. A third blanket, plus the one Hannah had brought, were draped over you, not letting a single fleck of cold air in. You were fairly close to one another so that the blankets fir over you both, but you weren’t complaining.

“Mmmm.” You sighed in pleasure, the warm sweet liquid slipping down your throat.

“Even if for whatever reason the meteors don’t come out, this alone is perfect.” Hannah watched the starlit sky with childlike eyes, before flickering a glance at you for only a second, and you could’ve sworn you saw her blush.

You watched as she sipped her hot chocolate and let her surroundings fill her with wonder. This has got to be the right time, you thought.

“Hannah?” you gulped.

“Y/N?” She mimicked.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” you fumbled.

“What?” There was a look of worry concealed beneath her cool exterior.

“Well...promise you won’t hate me? But... I sort of, kind of, really like you?” You exhaled.

“I really like you too, Y/N.” She smiled gently.

“No, Hannah, I mean as more than a friend.”

“So do I.”

“Oh.” you were speechless for a moment, before the reveal caught up with you, “Really?!”

She chuckled, placing down the empty hot chocolate cup behind her. “Obviously, I was starting to get a little worried that you were completely not getting the hint.”

“What hint?” You almost shouted, still shocked.

“You didn’t realize I was constantly flirting with you?” She laughed loudly. “Like, pretty much ever since we met?”

“...No?”

Your confused expression sent Hannah into further fits of giggles.

“Come here.” She pulled your chin to her face. Her soft lips met yours passionately, and you could feel her smile through the kiss. A stray finger tangled through the other’s hair every now and then, while your lips were loving each other. Hannah rolled slightly so that she was on top of you. You opened your eyes a small amount to see where your hand was going, but a glint of something caught them, and you ended up practically pushing Hannah off you.

“Hannah, look!” You pointed excitedly up to the sky, where you could see a fantastical meteor shower. Hannah’s laugh once again made your body shiver with warmth, and her eyes followed your finger to the constellations.

“It’s beautiful.” She stated. However, her eyes were not focused on the meteors, but on your thrilled face and the starry reflection in your Y/E/C eyes.

[hzlmrgoalsk]

This boy really is standing in the rain screaming for her to come outside. I’m dead.

[nathanxwuornosx-blog]

Nathan Wuornos Information

Nathan Marshall Wuornos. Previously Hansen. Profession: Police Detective- Haven PD. 

Affliction: Has no sense of touch. Also cannot feel pain or temperature.

Family:  Adopted father: Garland Wuornos.  Mother (deceased): Elizabeth Hansen. Biological father: Max Hansen.

Nathan’s Affliction: In February, when Nathan was 7 years old, his affliction first manifested when he sledged into a tree. He got better a couple of years later. 

Nathan got into a fistfight with Duke a couple of years ago. During the fight, Nathan’s affliction returned. 

Nathan can feel Audrey’s touch.

When Audrey kissed Nathan’s cheek, it was the first time in years that he’d felt another person’s touch. 

The medical term for Nathan’s condition is idiopathic neuropathy. The definition of this term is just “a disease of the nervous system with no known cause.”

Nathan has had eight MRIs. 

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Nathan’s History: Nathan’s biological father was convict Max Hansen. Hansen treated Nathan’s mother and Nathan badly. 

Chief Wuornos adopted Nathan.

Reverend Driscoll knew that Max Hansen was Nathan’s real father. 

Nathan and Duke have known each other since they were five. 

Nathan liked the Pet Shop Boys in the third grade. 

Duke and his brother Wade were present when Nathan sledged into a tree and activated his Trouble in 1983. Wade threw up, and Duke carried Nathan to the hospital. 

When Nathan and Duke were eight years old (in the third grade), Duke and his buddies put tacks in Nathan’s back while encouraging him to talk to a girl. The girl screamed, and Nathan didn’t talk to another girl for two years. 

When Nathan was a kid, he read “Moose Hunter Magazine.” 

Nathan and Duke were in Little League together. James Garrick was their coach. 

Nathan always wanted a Chrome Lightning snow disc for Christmas. Although they are no longer made, he now co-owns one with Duke. 

Nathan went to high school with Joe Campbell. Audrey estimated Joe’s age at 30, 35 tops before he started aging rapidly. 

Attended Haven High School, where he was president of the AV (Audio/Visual) Club.

In high school, Nathan’s father caught him “the first time” with Nicole, a good kisser.

Nathan went to the Prom with Hannah Driscoll against her father, Reverend Driscoll’s wishes. Then they watched a meteor shower together … naked. 

Nathan’s had his truck, a blue Ford Bronco since he was nineteen. It's’ license plate is 7988 QC. 

Nathan went to college. 

Duke asks Nathan if Audrey knows about the things Nathan’s done, implying that Nathan’s done some things that are less than respectable. 

Nathan’s date with Jess is the first time he’s been on a date since his affliction returned. 

After the Barn disappeared and Nathan left Haven to avoid the Guard, he earned a living by allowing people to hit him for money. 

Nathan bought Gloria a G.P.S. for her car last Christmas.

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Nathan’s Personality and Skills:

Nathan is right-handed.

Nathan doesn’t like lobster, but really likes pancakes. 

He suggests going out for pancakes to Audrey.

Audrey offers to make him pancakes for their first date. 

He makes pancakes for Audrey their first morning after together and again to draw Audrey out from Mara. 

Nathan plays golf. 

He likes babies. 

Nathan does decoupage (a craft involving varnishing pictures.) 

[agirlnamedally]

Omg one of my favourite moments between Hannah and Clay is when Clay asks Hannah if she wants to sit on the roof of the movie theatre with her when they're done work so he can show her the eclipse??!! If a cute boy asked me that I would die like omg 😭😭

!!! Right There’s an eclipse happening while I’m at camp this summer in the last week I think and I’m so stinking excited omgA boy once asked me to watch a meteor shower with him and that was enough magic to last my whole life probably

[403secret]

Rules: Fill this out and then tag whoever you want so they can fill it out, too! :D

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Nicknames: 403. hannah irl i guess??

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Height: ...short.

If you had a cat, what would you name it: i already have one! but if i had another, probably lyra, like the constellation

Hogwarts house: ravenclaw... at least, i’d like to think so

Favorite color: grey blue, something like #aec6db

Time right now: 9 pm / 21:00

Average hours of sleep: 6-7. i’m a walking zombie

Lucky number: anything prime !

Last thing I googled: “good cat names” haha i’m pathetic, i didn’t even use any of the ones i found

Fictional character you want as your younger sibling: can i say keith kogane bc that boy needs a family? jk... i’d be an awful family

Blankets you sleep with: the hottest ones that exist in my house

Favourite bands/artists: kurt hugo schneider... he plays every instrument on the planet. 11/10.

Dream Trip: in a grass field w/o light pollution, watching a meteor shower.

What I’m wearing right now: dark blue hoodie that has a science pun on it... whoops

When I made this blog: 12/14/16, exactly one month ago!

How many blogs do I follow: 71 as of now. not all are fetish ones, but i religiously stalk them all

What do I post about: the snez and. the sickfics without snez. but... mostly the snez.

Pick a word that starts with the first letter of your real name and ends with the first letter of your tumblr name: hats. 

Do you get asks on a daily basis: nah. but i wish i did hahaha

I tag: you. go type something up

[mastcomm]

Their Story Wrote Itself – The New York Times

Cynthia LaFave had a word of warning when she first met T Kira Madden in 2015.

“She said, ‘If you hurt my daughter, I’ll kill you,’” Ms. Madden recalled.

And that, by Ms. Madden’s reckoning, was a fair enough thing for her to say about her relationship with Hannah Beresford. Years earlier, Ms. Beresford had fought an episode of depression so crippling she required hospitalization.

Ms. Madden was no stranger to pain, either: Her 2019 memoir, “Long Live the Tribe of Fatherless Girls,” outlines her trauma-filled coming-of-age as the queer, biracial daughter of a pair of well-to-do addicts in South Florida. That Ms. Madden’s pain may have affected Ms. Beresford was a reasonable concern for her mother.

It proved unwarranted. “Their relationship has brought so much peace to them both that, as it stands now, if anyone tries to hurt Kira, I’ll kill them, too,” Ms. LaFave said.

Ms. Madden and Ms. Beresford, both 31 and now living in Beacon, N.Y., first saw each other in 2012 at the Jamaica Bay Riding Academy in Brooklyn. Ms. Beresford, a former professional equestrian, worked there as a trainer and coach for the nonprofit Metropolitan Equestrian team. Ms. Madden was shepherding the half-dozen homeless veterans she drove there through therapeutic interaction with the horses. It was part of her job as a teacher and counselor at the Doe Fund shelter in Harlem, which also housed formerly incarcerated men, many of them addicts.

Ms. Madden had just received a master’s degree in fine arts from Sarah Lawrence College, where she is now a professor in the M.F.A. writing program. A career in social services wasn’t in her future, but the shelter job attracted her for its proximity to a population that felt familiar. “My parents were pretty severe addicts,” she said. By the time she moved to New York at 17 for college at Parsons School of Design, both were in recovery from drug and alcohol abuse. Then, “we had this second sort of beautiful life together,” she said. “They were sober and we had these happy adult relationships. My parents always loved me. They weren’t bad people.”

Just complicated ones. Ms. Madden’s Hawaiian-Chinese mother, Sherrie Lokelani Madden, lives in Atlantic Beach, a part of Hempstead, N.Y., and is the general manager of the Dop Dop Salon in SoHo. Her father, John Laurence Madden, was Jewish and, after a career as stockbroker, headed his brother Steve Madden’s international fashion accessories business; Mr. Madden died in 2015 of complications from lung disease. In addition to their addictions, they had secrets. Ms. Madden found out as a child she had two half brothers on her father’s side from a marriage that her parents’ affair broke up. As an adult, she learned about another half sister on her mother’s side and a brother, whom her parents had placed for adoption. Still, her childhood in Boca Raton, Fla., had a shiny exterior. She grew up winning equestrian ribbons and attended an exclusive high school, North Broward Preparatory School, in Coconut Creek, Fla.

Fridays at the stable with the Doe shelter residents were an opportunity for her to be around horses again and, on occasions when volunteers ushered her charges through their riding and grooming lessons, to read books.

“Hannah noticed me first,” Ms. Madden said. “She remembers me reading at the picnic table, a Joy Williams book called ‘Escapes’.” In 2013, before Ms. Beresford and Ms. Madden found a chance to be properly introduced, the shelter’s horse program ended. But Ms. Madden’s love of horses lingered. She returned to the stable to ask the barn manager if there was someone who could give her lessons.

She was reconnected with Ms. Beresford, whose job at the stable overlapped with her graduate studies in poetry at N.Y.U.

Ms. Beresford earned her master’s degree from N.Y.U. in 2014 and now teaches poetry at Drew University in Madison, N.J. She grew up in rural Voorheesville, N.Y. Her parents, Ms. LaFave, a trial lawyer from Albany, and Jon Beresford of Cañon City, Colo., the owner of Beresford Remodeling, divorced when she was 5.

At 4, she had started horseback riding. “It became pretty consuming,” she said. In 2007, Oklahoma State University recruited her for its N.C.A.A. Division 1 equestrian team. But by then, after years on the road touring, distractions from her athletic career were mounting.

“I had struggled most of my teen years with anxiety and depression, and it all piled up,” she said. In 2008, she hit what she called rock bottom. “I was hospitalized for a while, and in the hospital, I came out,” she said. She called friends and family to tell them she was gay. “As they say, it got better.”

Credit belonged partially to a college poetry class. “Though I’d hate to suggest that depression can be treated with anything less than intensive therapy by a medical professional, that became something I could look forward to, where I could see a future.”

At Ms. Madden’s first riding lesson in Brooklyn in 2013, Ms. Beresford set a professional tone. “We connected on a lot of different levels,” Ms. Beresford said, especially riding and writing. “But I didn’t know how Kira identified. It didn’t cross my mind that she might be gay. I think coming out in Oklahoma, spending my formative years there, made me assume no one else in the world was gay.”

Ms. Madden noted “that we both were in relationships at the time. But right after that lesson I texted my friend, ‘This lesbian in breeches is so hot!’ I felt very crushy toward Hannah.” Not so much, though, that she was willing to break up with her girlfriend and ask Ms. Beresford out.

Instead, life got in the way, she said, and after six months she stopped taking lessons. More than a year passed. “But I always thought of Hannah, how I wished I could be her friend.” In late 2014, she scoured Yelp for the names of Jamaica Bay Riding Academy instructors, hoping to find Ms. Beresford’s last name and contact info.

Eventually, she reached Ms. Beresford through Facebook. “I was like, ‘Hey, remember me?’” Ms. Madden said. Both were nearing the ends of their relationships; Ms. Beresford, who considers herself more a country than a city person, was about to move to Austin, Texas.

But after exchanging and reading some work each had written (Ms. Beresford a manuscript in progress and Ms. Madden short stories and part of a novel), they decided to meet for a first date in February 2015 at the Stonewall Inn.

“In the back of our heads we were thinking, this could be really painful, because I was moving in a matter of weeks,” Ms. Beresford said. But their book swap had already connected them. “When you’re reading something autobiographical, you not only learn the facts of the person’s life but the lens through which they see the world,” Ms. Madden said.

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At the Stonewall Inn, they talked and kissed until closing time. “We got kicked out,” Ms. Madden said. “It felt like love.”

As the Chinese New Year began on Feb. 19, Ms. Madden, who embraces her Hawaiian-Chinese heritage, and Ms. Beresford celebrated together.

Weeks later, Ms. Beresford rented a U-Haul for her move to Texas. Ms. Madden told her, “You can’t move to Austin without me taking you.” They drove together. Ms. Madden returned to her Williamsburg, Brooklyn, apartment alone. Then, in the fall, her father fell into a coma.

“My father was my person — I was really close to him,” Ms. Madden said. Ms. Beresford booked a flight and planned to stay in New York until Mr. Madden recovered. When he died, she comforted Ms. Madden through her grief. They wouldn’t return to Texas to pack Ms. Beresford’s things for a full year.

By then, they had become experienced road trippers. “Hannah and I always joke that we spent most of our relationship in a car,” Ms. Madden said. In addition to the U-Haul trip, by the end of 2016 they had driven to Buffalo for a horse show and to Kansas to visit friends of Ms. Beresford’s; they also drove to upstate New York regularly to ride horses and spend time with Ms. LaFave.

Ms. Madden’s mother had also become a fixture in their lives, through regular visits to the home in SoHo she shared with Mr. Madden before he died, and later to Long Island. Ms. Lokelani Madden felt close to Ms. Beresford immediately. “Hannah really grounds Kira,” she said. “She has this soothing effect. I admire so much how they bring out the best in each other.”

In 2017, Ms. Madden and Ms. Beresford moved to Provincetown, Mass., where Ms. Beresford had accepted a yearlong residency at the Fine Arts Work Center. The next year they moved to Inwood in Manhattan, spending the bulk of their time teaching, writing and editing the literary journal Ms. Madden founded, “No Tokens.” They had already traveled to 30 states when, in July 2018, Ms. Beresford planned a surprise 30th birthday trip for Ms. Madden.

“We went up the California coast through the Pacific Northwest and stopped in Powell, Wyo., to ride horses at this campsite ranch near Heart Mountain,” Ms. Madden said. On the evening of July 12, they climbed back in their rented Toyota to watch a meteor shower.

“There were so many mosquitoes we turned the lights out in the car. Hannah started talking to me about how she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me. It was corny in a great way.”

She spoke Ms. Madden’s whole name — T Kira Mahealani Ching Madden — before saying, “Will you marry me?” After Ms. Madden said a tearful yes, Ms. Beresford opened her car door and found her way to Ms. Madden’s side in pitch blackness to present a ring. They counted down from three before turning on the car lights so Ms. Madden could see it: A teardrop-shaped opal surrounded watermelon tourmalines and gray diamonds, designed collaboratively by Ms. Beresford and Misa Jewelry, a Hawaiian designer.

“It was typical Hannah, being the most thoughtful person in the world,” Ms. Madden said. “Years ago, when I was feeling very lonely, I had bought a watermelon tourmaline engagement ring to remind myself to always commit to my well-being first.”

On Jan. 7 at Kualoa Nature Reserve in Kaneohe, Hawaii, Ms. Madden and Ms. Beresford committed to each other’s well-being for life. At a wedding attended by 72 guests, Ms. Madden, wearing a marigold dress designed by Zac Posen before he closed his business in November, walked with her mother down an outdoor aisle strewn with multicolor rose petals. Ms. Beresford wore an aubergine suit by Bindle & Keep, a Brooklyn company that specializes in suits for queer and gender nonconforming people.

N. Michelle AuBuchon, a friend and fellow writer who was ordained by the American Marriage Ministries, officiated during a 30-minute ceremony celebrating their devotion to each other.

“To know T Kira and Hannah is to know how fiercely they love, with no boundaries, barriers or divisions,” she said. A dozen attendants, including Justine Champine, who the couple called “dyke of honor,” stood by the couple as they exchanged handwritten vows. “You and I have dedicated our lives to words and the arrangements of those words, but it’s these moments, our moments of silence and understanding without explanation that matter most to me,” Ms. Madden said. Ms. Beresford was characteristically poetic: “The universe may be limitless, but I can count my life in moments of seeing you, of hearing your voice, of disbelieving in scale,” she said.

Yards away from the water’s edge, with coconut trees swaying and the majestic Ko’olau mountains in the background, Ms. AuBuchon pronounced them married.

On This Day

When Jan. 7, 2020

Where Kualoa Nature Reserve in Kaneohe, Hawaii

Tradition During the ceremony, Ms. AuBuchon led a traditional exchange of flower leis between the families.

Time for a Tour At a cocktail hour, guests were taken in two separate boats on a short tour of the Molii Fishpond. The 125-acre fishpond is a form of sustainable fishery management, which dates back 800 years.

Grass Skirts A band, accompanied by a trio of hula dancers, played traditional Hawaiian music during a dinner that featured short ribs and sea bass.

Kalani Takase contributed reporting from Kaneohe, Hawaii.

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6•16•19

It was modern day. Dragons had been normalized. I had 2 college courses that day, literature and biology.

I decided to take the scenic route to my next class. Get a little sun for the day as I left biology headed to the next class. I see 2 baby dragons fighting over an apple, it was the cutest thing. I make it to class and I find my desk with my usual troupe. We all greet each other, get a few jokes in before the teacher came in and started class. She went on about how privileged we were to be in her presence. The presence of an artist. Who's written so many books that was never recognized by any of the public because her art was so "edgy" (lol). She informs us to break into groups of 4 as we prepare to to write the most daring works of our lives...the TRUE story of Toy Story 4. She explains how we would be looking for the real meanings behind the toys coming to life, their trials and tribulations, the real reason they have to play toys when people are around. So we break off into groups, we lose one because theres 5 of us. Nobody is really taking the assignment serious as the teacher cuts the light off and starts the movie. We go back to joking around and Hannah (miley fucking cyrus, from black mirror), the classroom song writer, begins to sing her own rendition of "You got a friend in me". As the class continues on, I look out the window and realize night has fallen. I didnt think anything of it. It wasnt until I heard someone mention that it was just 4 o clock that I started getting nervous. I say something to my friends and we all started paying attention to the unnatural phenomenon. One of my friends notice a star shower, only these weren't up in the sky, they were close, close enough to look like a meteor shower instead to hit the nearby big city. The meteors make contact as we watch from our classroom as a rolling cloud of smoke come towards us. The force of impact follows and shatters the windows. We all take cover under our desk and try to figure out what just happened. We all try to check our social medias that everything was down. Our teacher tells us not to panic and instructs us to head to the buses so we can go home. We had to the buses and we take our seats as we look on to the starry sky wondering what's happening. The bus takes off as we see people in panic. That's when we look up to see more about to make an impact. A gentleman laches on to the side of the bus trying to get on. Me and ome of my friends frantically tries to open a window, but instead a dragon comes and takes out the lower end of his body. In a panic the bus driver stops the bus and decides to run, leaving us behind. We see the fine arts building so we make a run for it. We walked through the theater confused. We try to check our phones for some news. I check my Twitter, still down. We walk through the auditorium as we see people bunked together in a corner in fright. We head down a hallway which leads us to the front of the building by the lobby, looking at the barricade they had made. We all hear glass shatter as we take cover for another impact, only to hear a man screaming in pure terror. Running for his life he warns "Shes trying to kill me", as we see a lady in a beige suit run after him with a cold look on her face. Nobody could see what was in her hand that had this man terrified but we all stayed quiet not to bring attention to ourselves. I couldnt tell you what came over me but I stood up. Me and the woman lock eyes, then she slowly moves my way. I begin to run as she sprints after me. I devise a quick plan in my head. Will it work, I dont know. As she gets near me I stop suddenly and attempt to leg sweep her, but she grabs my hand so I improvise and I flip her on to her back. Shes knocked out. I brush myself off and my friends come running to me asking if I'm ok. I'm in my head wondering what she had that made the man so afraid, what was she attacking with? Then I feel an itch in my palm. I see something that looks and is about the size if a pill disappear into my skin....I wake up.

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This decision. Thank god.

Every single time, it’s Daoming Si who has been protecting me and loving me. I never did anything for him. This time, I won’t just wait for him. I’m going to London to fulfill our promise to each other.

FUCKING FINALLY SHE IS STANDING UP FOR WHAT SHE WANTS. FINALLY. She’s finally gotten tired of the pain and hardships. So she decides to share them. And he will gladly take all her burdens. Ughh.

[hzlmrgoalsk]

There’s my boys. There’s the F4. There’s my idiots.