#i have a lab exam and a paper die tomorrow

[theladymuses]

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[mothmanns]

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[roseprincesskristina]

The Crimson Doctor And A Patient

((Heyo! Today's special surprise goes out to the ladies out there whose unbeatable for White Day Zero never cease to die down. In this story, a very non illed patient has been called for check up at Maverick Hunter HQ located to the medical office. But what she didn't realize during her appearance is that a familiar "physician" plots a "special treatment" in store. Anyway, with that aside, please enjoy! 😊✌))

Daylight made its brightening occurrence to reveal a healthy smile upon the town of Abel City, homeland to the freedom fighting organization known as the Maverick Hunters who clash against unruly tyrants such as mavericks, with an unreasonable desire to do as they please like creating felonies on purpose without practicing the apologetic act or clemency towards humans. Lead by the previous commander, Sigma, wielding a soon-to-be dream of hoping for a perfect future when all of humanity has become swept out of Earth, leaving the powerful reploids to rule of an iron grasp without anyone to stop this nightmare. Until luckily, his schemes have yet again become silenced from the duo of upper class hunters X and Zero to restore peace by defeat him multiple times despite of the resurrection. No matter how unstoppable his power will be, companionship will always overdraw brawns.

Today is yet a lovely morning to enjoy life accompanying both humans as well as reploids together in existence, never the matter of differences. Birds tweeting in a cheery tone helping to rise up the evening mood, clear breeze easing away all stress penetrating inside the bodies, and the perfect balance between man and robot will always be much more peaceful than it was in the past. Life for this city along of its inhabitants, is what makes it ever so graceful as it is now.

You, a young human woman, are enjoying yourself to learn more about this city,  since the first time arriving here to meet everyone, including the famous irregular slayers themselves in the flesh. While strolling throughout this section for a further enjoyment of a lifetime, a tall but familiar figure in red with golden locks tied in a ponytail gazes at your presence since he walked past you minding his own business, which cause him to stop for a moment. Not realizing about this person before yet finds her rather innocent, also beautiful unlike the rest who visits his office at headquarters. Inspires nature at most, being kind to others, helping, all of these things about you have gave him a pumping love struck. But as a wonderful pill to take. The perfect plot to gain her attention just pop up within his mind. In order for her to come towards him, he must pose himself as someone else that would woo her. Perhaps as a doctor like Lifesaver, however, a sexy version flashing his unbeatable charms to the hearts of women. The scarlet hunter wrote down this message on a paper, quietly places it in your back pocket with a lack of notice, then beams away to his dorm for an upgradeable change of armor. Chuckling menacingly yet flirtatiously to himself at the similar time.

"Mm he he he he... Oh this is gonna be too easy... As soon as she receives my form for tomorrow's health examination, I'm gonna give her a special present in mind for later just in case..." He schemed quietly, clothing his wardrobe into an unlicensed love physician as well as a long diamond colored operating robe to suit him better. Confiscating his upper armor part from the body, joined with losing an entire inner suit to pose as a "curing pill" should be the only powerful supplement there is to have patients fall into a hypnotic state once taken. He began to gaze to his divine reflection along of the secret "tranquilizer" to use for later. The smug expression reappears as he said... "The doctor...is in~"

The next day has occurred, you have been summoned here by a strange doctor for a visit about getting a checkup exam, due to a message given from the personal "assistant". Right in front of Maverick Hunter HQ while entering inside for an appointment today, one of the elite hunters began to escort you over to a different location by using an elevator that ascends directly to the room.

"Hello miss. I apologize for proceeding you so rudely, but the doctor wishes to see you immediately for your check up. Please follow me to the elevator." Nodded to the respected hunter, you proceeded with him while being escorted.

Meanwhile into the doctor's office, the other novice hunter reported that you'll be arriving very shortly to take a physics test, then an unknown medical reploid responded with a smile.

"Good~. Bring her into my office~." He said, spoken of a deep seductive tone. "Time to give my lovely patient a special treatment in store for her~... He he he he~...." Underneath his snow white operation coat, he refuses to wear his full red armor that he stripped out of but to have the briefs remain on along with the boots and helmet.

Making your way through a long hallway and appearing in an early time for the "treatment" to cure your body from illness that you don't have right now, you began to take a seat while waiting patiently for anyone to see you. Looking around this facility to keep you fully occupied would lower the boredom level to none even to ponder of your favorite spots in the park staring towards the clouds flowing by, along with spending time with your family, friends, including fun activities to do in a spare time. Until a sudden door has opened automatically catching your attention to peer who it is that exits the other room, revealing the similar yet unknown stranger from before who mistakenly sent an invitation to your bottom pocket when you return home. Wore a long white lab coat representing a medical expert that studies the anatomy along with holding a clipboard in his hand, geared with a pair of glasses. Standing in front of the desk with his back turned while awaiting for your attendance, he greeted you with a smile.

"Ah. Good evening, young lady. I've been excepting you." A gentle voice aims forwardly to you during his existence to check on you. "Thank you for coming in with a short notice to have an appointment. How are you feeling today? Are you physically active?" You replied at his greetings by a polite nod. Even though you're not an a crucial condition, he still needs to examine your well being clearly to make sure of it. "That's good. I see you have obtain the message that my assistant gave you at your house, correct?" Once again, you said yes. Showing the paper to him about getting a different medicine. Deep inside his mind, he's fully prepared to offer you something even more than a shot or anything else. The grin on his face made its return, meaning that you are in his trap for a romantic event to happen very so that you're fairly unaware of.

"Good. Very good. I'm glad to hear that you're perfectly well." Again he smiled towards your answer. "Now then, let's begin the study for your examination about yourself along of your health. Would you prefer the normal blood test? Or...." Slowly opening the long doctor's robe to reveal his stunning gorgeous abs by a flash, the visible blush shown itself into your face due to the witnessing dream before you. "Maybe I should give you a very sexual procedure instead~?" Without seeing this coming, you should've realized that something was completely off about the whole "appointment meeting with the doctor" phase, has been a scam the entire time. Even to notice of his voice more carefully, it was rearranged from original to sexually deep that gave women quite thrilling shivers. Hearing from the word "sexual" is not what a real doctor would say or has been printed into the dictionary, but surprisingly this person said it informally who imitates as one is obviously known as....

"Hey there, kitten~ Fancy having you here~ Ya miss me~?" Removing the glasses from his face steadingly to show a familiar expression, even a sexy voice shooting at you through the brain to assist your memory by remembering slowly during your later visit for a Valentine privacy, the "medical reploid" forms himself as none other than Zero. Upperclassmen of the maverick busting group that fights to remain balance for the city as well as the 0th unit captain. You silently gasped by a flush, covering up your full expression due to his irresistible "operation procedure" that he plotted only for you. Approaching seductively as he goes to you with both arms hidden behind his head licking his flawless lips in a rotating fashion, the heart shaded swordsman grasps under your chin. Winking a kiss upon your head proudly to see you again for a visit.

"Mmmm~ Glad to see your lovely mug again, my sweet little patient~ How's it going~? Surprised~? You should be, because I'm gonna cure your sickness from those dull worries spinning all over your cute little mind with a special antidote to cheer you up~" He said, circling around you romantically. Very much closer than ever, his body had almost planted onto you or face, releasing the inner urges trapped within your soul. Having your soft cheeks painted of the color pink because of the medical stud flexing passionately in front of you has surrender to him very quickly. However, the strongest sense of your will accompanies you to remain calm by doing as your hot host requires you to do. Surrender yourself within his grasps is the only option acceptable to make his evening a lot easier when it comes to mute types like you.

"So~ What's shakin, dollface~? Happy to see me~? Bet you are~" The handsome android said with an attractive spell waiting for anyone such as yourself to become its victim. "Guess you're wondering why the note I send ya wasn't a real one, right~?  Well, that's correct~ Cause it was me all along~" The flustered gasped must've escaped from your mouth after his confessions. Slightly bamboozled of his plans, but have understood it very positively with an apologetic flush. "Awww~ Even though it was a prank, I'm still glad you're not upset about the false appointment~ Thanks for forgiving me, sweetheart~" Grinned the flamed colored love doctor, smooching your forehead. "Now, how about we start our own private meeting alone~? With me~ Holding you in my muscled palms~ In my medical lair~ Together~" Hands placed upon your shoulders quite so calmly, one knee landed onto yours caused your entire anatomy to burst into the shady burn of redness unlike any kind of sunlight in the summer, but a nervous highlight covers your body wholeheartedly. A replied nod answers his question has lend a satisfied smirk towards him.

"Mmmm~ That's my patient~ Just the way I like it in a human girl~"Purred the charming expert, sitting onto your lap for a comfortable view of you, existence, the rest. Such as the preparation pouring downwards on both by his unavoidable sexiness clearing a severe fever, which you hardly gain. "Hope you're ready to have your pleasurable surgery, cause I'm change your poor life like you did mine~" You flustered yet another with a blush and very psyched at both.

"Are you excited, little lady~? From the looks of your inclinations, I'd say you are prepared for a love making check up given by yours truly~" He questions you with a finger traveling around your body, sided by his lips advancing towards the ear. Already aware of that, yes has been answered once more.

Inside your thoughts, multiple visions about this miraculous hunk in glimmering crimson showing off his god like steel dancing erotically without an end to go by. Blowing kisses for no reason whatsoever, shushing your sadness in a minimum of his unstoppable flirts about you. Especially to a certain someone he utterly admires mostly in his dreams to help him rest peacefully at night, lowering dreadful memories of violent past back to the sewerage dump where it rightfully belongs. Never to be recognized anymore. All that remains forever in front of him, is a ravishing angel of the heavens dragging him out of the frighten memories that would engulf his existence from the world across him. Replacing the former thoughts along with the ex irregularity days due to his beginning since he was made by the late Dr. Wily. Vanished from his conscious permanently. The real focus he stares rapidly is the newly symbol of life, meaning you, rehearsing the balance to its regular rate, allowing peace to perform the rest. No more maverick infiltrations, people involved in death, either to realize about the crazed used-to-be maverick king's comeback. Just some good old fashioned treatment sucking several stresses right out of his soul. Siding with a loveable victim in his sights, pressing his "ultimate tranquil supplement" against you in a grinding position just to arouse your emotions to its knees.

"Ohhhh~ Man, you're looking pretty healthy since our last encounter in my dorm~ Have you been exercising all night~? Or are you thinking of little ol' me~?" He was starvingly interested from your improved figure than before despite of last month's enchanting love event which morphed his exhaustion into a craving appetite waiting to be served on a golden platter. Two shades of red reopened themselves in your cheeks, feeling his harden yet soothing hands cushioning everywhere around you by the shoulders, chest, even your body colliding with his.

"Mmmmm~ Even your cute little fever is smoking hot too~ But in a loving way, it always turns me on~" Yet another, your eyes were yanked in complete shook, leading you to shed a sweating tear drop all over your clothing. Heart beating of a repeatable rhythm, hands held on the chair, breath zooming right out of your yap. Unable to control yourself, he viewingly cools away your steam by speaking into your ear.

"You know~ I always love it when your nervousness never fails to amuse my thirsty needs~ It pours all over my succulent, gorgeous armor so nicely~ Making me a very naughty hunter wanting to be punished for being bad~" You hardly gulped while hearing his erotic sayings of himself about your shyness showering him. " But most of all~...." Shockingly, he whispers comely at you. "I'm very~... Very~... Also~.... Hungry to have you for dinner~ Mmmm~" Slurped the ruby painted blonde, without wearing his brighten armor and under clothing still. His traveling tongue have commenced to taste some elegant skin by laying it on your cheek, slithering up, down, the neck, anywhere but the body. He couldn't get enough of your sweetness, seconded to the soothing sensation of his voice entering your imaginations including to polish your dreams into reality. Pondering of his graceful anatomy washing off a few negligence torturing your goals, likings, inspirations. Gone with a single assault, no longer coming back to mind. Your urges were calling to him saying "Please don't stop~... ", or "More, daddy~...". Either way, it doesn't really matter for as long as you, an angelic patient, are into the golden locked physician's clutches, all has been going smoothly as predicted.

"Ohhhhh~ Mmmmmm~ God, you taste so better than the others~ Mmmmm~ So clean, even my taste buds went totally berserk over you~" Intrigued insanely, he obtains another lick of your scarless facial religiously. Thinks of you as everyone's favorite candy that he wouldn't dare try to resist from. Eating famishingly of your creamy substance away, he then sips for a deeper kiss so desperately that the new memory will last eternally. The shading scarlet blush in your skin, shoots its volcanic blast to the skies, ascending to all the stars of space. Blinking lashes accelerated by a flicker. His breath took yours, piercing the corrupted heart of the bad ordor. Slain for good to make sure it was turned to ash. Continuing his solo procedure upon the patient makes it so simple to do than an ordinary practice. Plus by this, it refers to satisfaction of his lips advancing all over you.

"Mmmmmm~ Mmmm~ Oh baby~ I wanna taste you more~"

Panting like crazy almost as "getting ready for school" reaction setting your insane inner desires free that yearns for the red charmer's fascinated treasures tangling you. Shutting down everything of your life, hobbies, friends, family relatives, including schoolwork in your head. Changing them into quadruple images of Zero whistles more than one smooch clearing any kind of illness that gets in the way to live a delightful life. Slaying viruses in one strike of no problems, demolishing boredom cells damaging multiple reputations with a swooning sword.

And thirdly, a most powerful shield of all to deflect thousands projectiles of allergies fired toward anyone clean from the ignorant snot of assumptions. Immune to all twisted disasters, lack of weaknesses, especially the gifted immortality to overpower any weak obstacles shooting their way. Nothing will ever penetrate his invulnerable barrier of hotness. Holding you in his arms will grow a hundred times tougher than the normal state, by purifying the tiredness you never had into a sleepless cycle of pleasure.

"Ahhhh~ You're easily delicious when your anxious persona made my stethoscope so wet~" He purred of enjoyment, rolling his pink licking buds in a circular part. "You remind me of someone I know whose also soft but compassionate~ Getting well with people, loves peace, all that~ He's an amazing partner when you get to know him~" No clue of who this person is, but you nodded towards his concern of X, 17th unit commander.

"But enough about that, let's focus on you for an example~ Placing my chilling shot in your warm heart~" He smirked purringly, rubbing his pecs followed with the bod pressing into you. A blazing blush had overtaken your emotions, thoughts and even the will to resist.

Attempting to flee from something incredibly challenging, he mashed the lips in yours much further. Forbidding your chances to leave so hastily, you have been carried towards and pinned to the table during an infinite smooch.

"Mmm~ Sorry, doll~ But it ain't gonna be easy to escape from me once you're already sealed in my restraints~ So just relax, and lemme give you my.... "health shot" to ease your painful anxiety~ Very~ Slowly~" Once again, the aired shade returns in your conscious than just a face alone. Inserting his best "shots" to freeze your movements gave him the opportunity to perform a lustful dance in order for you to give yourself up, his fingers formed into a snap to crank the sensual music.

Red lights beamed all around the room when activated, desk remodeled into a comfy bed decorated only for you, an exercising pole, and of course, the cherry on top. A talented beam sword wielder proceeding to the silver pole, dancing the night, since it's daytime, in a tango by polishing his body onto it, licking, twirling so passionately, all the things he can do just to lasso your attention up to a tied position.

"Oh pussy cat~" He called you by an alluring finger wiggling toward at your body, having the head glanced to him forwardly. However, both yourself even the desires were pierced from his tendering view as he took off his faux operating faux coat slowly. Caught off guard, the only choice you have now is to witness wholeheartedly of the magnificent medicine he has kept for so long, beginning to show it by flashing more of his holy remedy before you.

"Remember when I said about my special cure that I'm gonna offer you for being a good girl~? Well here's a beautiful reward just for you~ Mmm he he he he~" Winked the glamorous boy toy. Blushing in a harden figure, the ravishing blonde in red flexibly dances across the pole then shoots a blowing kiss. Flowing tied locks fly so freely, hands caressing on the body in a loop, makes you a little bit woozy. Like an a perfect kind of dizziness to keep you occupied.

What you could ever dream of for the rest of your life is honestly a real thing, thus is one of the best cure that you would even ask for. Allowing his "virus" of a spell casted on your very soul to feel its sting burrowing into the bones, spreading widely as it is. Causing them to be numb, losing its control to ignore something or someone uniquely handsome such as the superior hunter. Parts of your body, in which you're controlling, are now under his dazzling influences without a strength to retaliate. Everything within your consciousness, now belongs to him. Which means, you are his permanent plaything to pleasure with all day and night long. Imagine it, a famous sword expert embracing your innocent well being, all to him. None for anybody to steal you.

Concluding his delectable performance to place a peaceful birdie such as yourself to a slumbering state, the serious Class A crusader climb into you into a lover's bed by flatly laying against your body, in a numbing condition still, gives you once more an eternal kiss.

"Mmmmm~ Thanks again, sweet cheeks~ For accepting my just desserts to make this operation an easy success~" He thanks you, purring all over your anaesthetic form with a finger vertically to the lips. "I knew you'd appreciate my expertise as an unlicensed physician~... Of love~" Your smile meant with a blink since you can't move your arms, legs, especially head. Enjoyed his company to the fullest in a new and improved memory to hold in store. His grin reveals as a rotating tongue on the lips, eager to do a second examination on you to increase a hotter mood. Closing the curtains of both windows, also the bed for a decent privacy away of the crowd. A romantic event between a doctor and patient, lady luck has always been by his side or not. But, it hardly matters for as long you are present with the only doctor who's very great with ill patrons. As for him, the only skill he has is wooing the ladies. Much like you as well.

"So, my adorable little doll, now that we're finally alone, how about another.... "secondary procedure" in secret~? Whaddya say~? Hmm~?" Prepared for more of the private procedure once again, the answer still remains the same like always. During your paralyzed fashion, he smiled seductively after his question.

"Mmmmm~ That's what I like to hear~ Now~ Where were we~? Oh yeah, the second treatment I'm gonna give you~ He he he he he~" Closer yet again to your unstable state, smushing his upon yours gently, readying for a permanent kiss in the lips of all the century. While your spirit is still active, love has cured the dangerous bacteria that ruined nature's remarkable time. Especially you.

"I love you more than anyone or anything in the world, kitten~ Thanks for turning my day into a fabulous paradise~" Showing his gratitude because of your inspiration to him, he gifted you a much more longer kiss than today. Second with his body massaging your needs.

"I really love it when you're fully relaxed, cutie~ Now ~ Stay still for me, and lemme give you a  tasty cure to aid your cold fever.....with my scrumptious body to help you get well~ Purrrrrrrr~"

Midnight has shown its quiet face to the city, different than the jubilated sunshine from earlier. The civilians headed home for a new starting day to appear tomorrow  after a wonderful evening bringing humans, including reploids, altogether in equality just as the sapphire android whose been created by the late Dr. Thomas Light requires it. All threats as well as the maverick troublemakers from the past have all been avoided as they speak. At last for now.

So as the red tough guy enjoying his perfect off duty, comforting a special whose funtime had  been a real supplement along with a well balanced breakfast to help the anatomy by growing big and strong. Even to make his life a living heaven than hell: You. A darling angel that makes everybody including Zero, change from a sorrow frown into a joyful grin.

"If any of you ladies like to have your personal checkup, then don't be shy to visit yours truly~ I'm always here to cure your illness anytime~ *Wink*."

                                                                                                                Dr. Zero, Crimson Maverick Hunter

The End

[lobsters-on-their-heads]

OB Rewatch: Gag or Throttle

The episode from whence my thumbnail image came.

My first watch review can be found here: https://lobsters-on-their-heads.tumblr.com/post/163333202396/gag-or-throttle 

I loved

Exploring Rachel's character, background, and motivations. She'll never be my favorite character, but she is one of the most interesting characters. 

Two minutes later after seeing young Rachel talking with the Neos, adult Rachel introduces Kira Manning to the board, wearing the same outfit, at the same age, but rather less curated than Rachel was.

Fucking adorable Charlotte sitting wrapped in a blanket with her mug of cocoa or whatever, so proud that they “escaped on a boat with only a map and compass”

I love that Rachel had a real reason to side with the sisters, in her discovery of PT's eye-cam tablet. Although maybe it wasn’t so much siding with them as siding against PT.

The steady drum/ bass beat that starts once Rachel sits in her video room drinking herself numb. Season 5 doesn’t have quite the same spot-on soundtrack as previous seasons, but this was great.

“Fell from a punt and drowned” – “probably also alcohol poisoning”

The climax of this episode takes us back to earlier seasons. There’s horror and genuine suspense, and Ledas working together. 

And Kira, who can feel Rachel’s emotions, asking “Who hurt you?” and Rachel’s response - “All of them.”

Tat plays drunk so well. Finding little details fascinating, dragging the glass across her lap.

I love that Rachel ripped out her own fake eyeball, which was connected by actual tissue to her head. She will do ANYTHING to have control over her own body. I’m reminded of Leekie in Season 2 saying something like, “Rachel takes insult very personally.”

I liked

The opening flashback to young Rachel, with her almost robotic recitations of clones' tag numbers paired with picking her fingernails bloody. Although they seem to have CGI’d something onto Matt Frewer’s head.

There’s a great contrast of Rachel in this ep – vulnerable, undignified (two pelvic exams and a shot of her wiping the lube from between her legs while wearing a paper gown), talked down to – with the Rachel we met in Seasons 1 and 2 – meticulous, formal, controlling. 

“Liver deep” indeed. We've seen Alison put down some booze before.

I did like Mark's “oh for fuck's sake come 'ere” man hug of his mom.

They're giving Skyler Wexler much meatier material, which is great. They're not keeping her in “cute little kid who rests her chin on her hand” land, as other shows do with their token child. She’s not the greatest actress, but they hired her at the age of, like, 6, and she’s acting opposite Tatiana Maslany, so any less-than-perfections are totally forgivable in my book. 

Rachel keeps the bracelet Kira gives her and wears it for the rest of the episode!

I didn't like

S immediately busting out her handgun bundle when Sarah said they were making her wait until tomorrow to talk to Kira. Siobhan's been the calm one, as Sarah points out. It’s not the first time Dyad has taken Kira, not the first time things have seemed hopeless.

Cosima's reunion with Scott made me uncomfortable. Sure, I’m glad they had a reunion, and yes, they would be happy to see each other, but the zooming in on faces, the lingering embrace.... eh. [funny, I enjoyed this scene in my first watch]

The whole tired “married man rushes to clean the house moments before his wife gets back” schtick. I mean, okay, it fits here, since Donnie's been living totally alone and I would make a mess, too, and plus, maybe he didn’t have much notice that Alison was returning, but it’s a cliché I’d like to not see for a bit.

Alison's return. I like Alison a lot, but this isn't Alison, and this plot line doesn't work here at all. Nothing about her absence or sudden life change makes any damn sense at the end of Season 5. And she threw away her craft supplies! I mean, listen, I teach essay writing for a living, and one major point we stress is that you don’t bring in extra information in the conclusion unless it directly connects to something you wrote before. We’re in Episode 7 of 10, the final stretch, and Alison’s changes don’t connect.

I don't give a shit about Mark and Gracie. I do think the subplot of no one trying to cure the Castor men is an interesting one, but Mark and Gracie don't do it for me.

There's a lot of bouncing around / sudden scene changes / “gasp!” reveals that aren't gasp worthy.

Other notes

Interesting word choice - “our most curated subject... Rachel Duncan.”

I don't know enough about Dungeons and Dragons to know if Hell Wizard's comment about “DnD in real life” makes any damn sense.

Very telling that Rachel signs a document promising her freedom from the experiment, much like she pressure the sisters into doing in Season 1, but she thinks that this one is for real.

Canon confirmation that Leekie has seen Rachel's vagina. Or very close to it.

Imagine jerking off into a cup and knowing that you're going to be giving that cup to the woman you call your mother. The Castor men really are just as “curated” as Rachel’s been.

It took me a second to realize the implication of this shot the first time I watched it. I am not always smart.

Leekie shows real fascination and care for the clones when he discovers Rachel's autopsy of Miriam. He sees Miriam as a human being, not simply a lab rat. However, I think half of his anger towards Rachel is due to her going behind his back, not due to her “encouraging” Miriam to die.

I forgot, again, that Rachel and Cosima are played by the same person.

I am super impressed that Rachel managed to text while looking with one eye. Anyone who's received text messages from me can attest to the numbers of typos I make while looking at my phone with both eyes.

Speaking of eyes, I couldn't watch. Eyeball horror skeeves me out more than anything.

I have questions

Did Rachel believe PT’s story about his age and background? She’s pretty blasé when Sarah emails her that obit.

What is keeping Rachel's top up? I have so many questions about shirts/ dresses like this. As always, women’s fashion confuses me.

Rachel Duncan went to summer camp?!?! And had a friend!?! I need more information about this!

Were the friendship bracelet and questions about Rachel really all Kira's idea / natural personality? Did she intuit that Rachel was a good person inside? Or was it part of the hustle?

What is the issue, exactly, with Charlotte's leg? We see her on the bed with seem to be crossed legs, her brace on the bed beside her.

What the fuck happened with the revolt on the island last episode?

Why do the Castor boys all have distinct last names?

Do the Neolution symbles have meaning?

Did Coady leave Rachel's chart up on the computer on purpose? Did she want Rachel to see it?

In what room did Rachel perform that autopsy of Miriam?

So PT can hear everything too? Does the eye have a receiver, or has he just tapped her phone?

I would've liked to have seen

An entire episode devoted to Cosima and Charlotte escaping on a boat, with just a map and compass, and then sending the boat back out onto the water and making their way from the shore to the Rabbit Hole. I like to think that maybe they stopped somewhere for donuts on way back.

[spideymahn]

Fix You (Peter Parker X Reader)

Requested by: @deadpools-wife

Request: Hi Can I request a Peter Parker fanfic The reader had a crush on an asshole This guy was a liar and broke her heart One day she got angry with him and put something on IG about him Then some mutual friends decided to attack her on IG Then he DMed her telling her to grow up and that he never liked her or her company So the following week she had been really quiet Peter notices that she isn't as talkative as usual so he goes to cheer her up If you want more to details to write about the guy DM me.

Warnings: i wrote this + slight fluff+ mild swearing- actually, a lot of swearing. these are high schoolers we’re talking about. 

Movie/book: Spider-man: Homecoming

Word Count: 1416

A/N: I know that I haven’t updated in a long, long time, guys, and that I’ve got so many requests to finish. My exams are coming up in November and I badly have to study. 

I am so fucking sorry I am a piece of shit I legit kept this request hanging forever. 

You dumped the groceries onto the kitchen counter and rushed to your room, flopping onto your bed. You unlocked your phone and scrolled through Instagram. You scrolled rapidly fast until you stopped short when a post caught your eye. 

It was Nate, with his sandy hair flopped over his left eyebrow, smiling at the camera as his girlfriend kissed his jaw, her arms wrapped around his muscular body as if he belonged to her. 

He did belong to the girl. 

That thought sent made your heart beat painfully as you remembered what he’d said to you that morning after History. 

“Y/N,” He said slowly, grabbing you by the shoulders as if he were explaining this to a five-year-old, “I’m sorry if I was leading you on, okay? I have a girlfriend.”

“B-but you asked me t-to hang out,” You whispered, tears threatening to escape your eyes. 

“Yeah, only ‘cause I took pity on you. And,” He said, his tone growing more menacing by each syllable, “I was tired of you ogling at me like a creep,”

Your eyes widened. All the times you thought he hadn’t noticed you staring, he had. Nate must have seen the horrified look on your face because he nodded. 

“Yes,” He said, releasing her and stepping back, “Everyone knows you stalk me,” 

Her throat hurt as she tried to suppress the emotions. Her head pounded. Nathaniel Hawkins, the boy she thought she loved, and who she thought liked her back, was nothing but a shallow asshole. 

“Right,” She gulped, backing away, her nails digging into her palms. 

And then she’d cried in the girls’ washroom. Cried till no more tears came and all the bitterness of such a cruel rejection flowed out. 

A surge of anger coursed through your veins, and jealousy tinged your vision green. You opened a new post, selecting a picture of you and Nate from the time they went to Starbucks together. 

‘Don’t go near fire, baby, plastic melts :) #FakeFriends’, you typed in the caption, your eyes avoiding the happy picture where he had his arms around you, his tongue stuck out at you like a puppy. You didn’t hesitate before tapping the ‘post’ button, satisfaction hitting you. 

You were just studying for your Chemistry quiz which was due the next day when a series of ‘ping’s distracted you. Picking up your phone, you saw that Ashley Jefferson, the girl in the picture with Nate had commented on your post. You hadn’t even realised that she had been following you. 

‘Bitch,’ The comment said, ‘Die. How fucking dare you insult him. Just because he took crap like you under his wing doesn’t mean that you can go on insulting him all you want’

Another comment by Jesse Cole, her lab partner read: ‘Back off, loser’

Another said: ‘You’ve got guts, posting shit about Nathaniel. Attention-seeking whore’

A comment by his best friend, James Dirkson said: ‘Hoe what you tryna prove? Congratu-fucking-lations on knowing someone popular.’ 

There were tons of other hateful comments, threatening to report you and abusing you. Many of the high-schoolers had also posted hateful things about you. Tears filled your eyes as you deleted the post with shaking hands. Hot tears escaped your eyes as you curled up in bed, thinking why you were so stupid as to even think Nathaniel could like you. 

Peter’s POV

Peter didn’t know what was going on. One day, Y/N was completely fine and the other day she was avoiding everyone, eating lunch alone and barely talking. Ned and he had been observing her for the past three days and she was no longer her sassy, snarky self: she had morphed into someone timid, quiet and sad. He didn’t know what was bothering her because she would barely talk to her friends. 

“Y/N?” Peter said, trying to stimulate a conversation for the third time in the day as she opened the locker door to separate them. “Tell me what’s up with you,”

“Maybe we could go to the movies after this? Or...we could watch Empire Strikes Back?” He tried. 

She slammed her locker shut, looking at him dully. “That movie’s old. Besides, I’m busy.”

“That movie’s old?” Peter said. Hurt flashed in his eyes. “That was our movie.”

“Funny how you use the word ‘was’,” She said, walking past him. 

“What are you so busy doing, anyway?” He demanded. 

“Biology pop quiz is tomorrow,” she said. “I saw it on Miss Fletcher’s table,”

“Maybe we could study together?” He asked hopefully. He was really, really trying to make her feel better. Having a mammoth crush on her was hard when she gave Peter the ‘cold shoulder’. 

Before she could reply, Flash stopped two metres ahead of them, chucking a paper ball at Y/N. She flinched, but pursed her lips, spun around and started walking in the other direction. A few other kids pelted her with empty pens, snack wrappers and failed test papers.

Peter grabbed hold of her arm and turned around. He went over to Flash and paused, ready to take him by surprise by punching him.

“Defending your girlfriend, Parker? Don’t get too attached to her- she’s a real slut,” Nathaniel commented at Flash’s left. Peter turned away from Flash, facing Nathaniel. In a split second, he raised his left fist and brought it down. It connected with Nate’s jaw and he staggered back, clutching it. 

“What the actual fuck, Parker?” He hissed, letting go of his jaw and standing straight. He pushed Peter, who miraculously stayed stoic. The crowd gasped as Peter struck again, at the same spot. The crowd gasped again. Nathaniel had fire in his eyes. He strode forward, grabbing Peter by his collar. He raised his fist, but before he could do anything, Y/N pushed him back, causing him to let go of Peter. 

“You fucking stay away from me,” Nate told Y/N angrily. 

“Wasn’t planning to- you always smell of bullshit,” She snapped. The crowd ‘oohed’. Nathaniel turned around, walking off with his ever faithful gang. 

She grabbed Peter’s hand, taking him away from the scene in the space between the wall and the lockers. 

“You could have been suspended! What were you thinking?” She demanded, waving her hands dramatically. He rolled his eyes. 

“Care to explain why everyone hates you all of a sudden?” He asked, crossing his arms.

Y/N sighed, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you on the way home.”

And so she did. 

Your POV

You regretted ever telling Peter what happened. Sure, it made you feel lighter but now Peter was making constant efforts to cheer you up. Sometimes you had a feeling that you had a crush on him. But that would be crazy, right? Sure, he was smart, cute, funny, dorky and crazy hot without a shirt, but...

Okay. Maybe you did like him.

And now he was in your living room with you, trying to cheer you up with ice-cream and Empire Strikes Back. Han and Leia were close to kissing and when they did, they were interrupted by C-3PO. Peter gave a hoot of laughter, his ice-cream tub almost falling out of his hands. “Never fails to get me, this scene,”

 You shook your head and smiled, trying to get a spoonful of chocolate-chip ice-cream from his tub. He noticed, smiling playfully, “Want it? Get it,” 

You reached out with your spoon but he raised his hand which had the tub til it was out of your reach. You stood on your knees on your couch and tried to reach the tub, accidentally falling on him. 

His eyes were locked in a gaze with yours. Your faces were inches apart which was extremely awkward for two friends watching a PG-rated movie. His eyes darted to your lips. A loud crash from the kitchen made you both jump away from each other, causing you to scramble up on your feet and hurry up to the kitchen. It was the neighbours’ cat that had gotten in through your window again. 

“I’ll, um, leave,” He said awkwardly, backing away. The ice-cream tub lay forgotten on the floor as he packed his DVD and zipped up his jacket. “I hope we can do our payback thing soon,” He grinned. 

You smiled. Peter never failed at making you feel better. “Same,”

As he was about to leave, you stopped him. “Peter?”

“Yeah,”

“I’ll be at your house with my biology textbooks in five,” You said. 

You didn’t catch his smile as he exited through the door. 

A/N: I really hope I made it up to you guys :(

[buythebackpackdobbyfucker]

Lesson after Lesson

For @pjosapphicweeks Day 5: Career AU! This doesn’t fit quite right but I started typing this out at 2 am and I’m not going back now.

Lacy meets Hazel in the staff room and has to work very hard to remember that kissing girls you’ve never seen before without mentioning it to your partner is irresponsible to control herself because Hazel is so fucking pretty and kind and soft and complimented Lacy’s glitter nail polish.

Lacy nods along to whatever Hazel says for most of the conversation and almost dies when Hazel blushes because she accidentally swore, she apologizes quickly and Lacy nods some more and then the bell rings and ugh, kids are lining up because lunch is over so Lacy waves goodbye and races to pick her class up from the door.

.

Sadie’s helping a kid fix up their cords because their last guitar teacher must’ve been an idiot when her girlfriend gets home. She checks the clock and thanks the gods that the kids mom shows up in five minutes. She has the kid write down everything, packs up for them and shoves them out the door into their mom’s hand and then Sadie races into the kitchen to kiss Lacy hello.

Lacy blushes as usual, kisses her back and then starts rambling about the new fifth grade teacher. Sadie knows she must be something when Lacy knocks over a treble clef vase. She smiles and tells her to go for it and then they make dinner together and watch the Vampire Diaries before Sadie’s flute lesson comes over.

Later when Sadie’s writing down some lyrics that drifted into her mind and Lacy’s marking her seventh graders science labs Sadie asks Lacy for the new teacher’s name and Lacy flails and falls out of bed when she realizes she forgot to mention that. Sadie giggles and pulls her back into bed and they put away their papers and kiss each other to sleep.

.

Hazel’s just started the lesson on grammar and the difference between past and present tense when the cute blonde seventh grade teacher pokes her head in, “Hey zero divided by zero is zero, right?”

Hazel pauses. Lacy blushes and 12 year olds screech from the class across the hall that they’re right and Ms. Veen’s is clearly wrong. Hazel giggles a little and then calls across the hall back to the tweens that, “All of you need to be giving Ms Veen’s a break! I’m sure you’ve all asked siri the same question!” Hazel’s 10 year old’s screech in laughter and Lacy smiles brightly and-oh, Yeah, Hazel’s gay.

Lacy skips off back to her class and Hazel turns back to the board a little dazed, because wow. Wow, okay.

The kids snicker, but she saw one of the boys swoon when Lacy flounced off so they can’t really talk.

.

Lacy may have used her loud ass 12 year olds to give her an excuse to talk to Hazel. And holy shit how is Hazel’s class so good? She’s taking five of them next time they’re on Plan B. Actually nevermind, Hazel’s not allowed to be absent.

Lacy squeals as she realizes what she just thought and tries to drown herself in her classes failure to comprehend BEDMAS.

.

Sadie is helping a piano student figure out the game plan for her upcoming exam when Lay starts spam texting her, which honestly? What the fuck? Her Lace has class right now? Her Lace should be educating tomorrow’s generation or whatever the fuck she does instead of interrupting a tinys lesson. Sadie rolls her eyes and tells the midget to make a list of the intervals they need to know and the songs that help them remember them and looks at Lacy’s texts.

Oh. Oh fuck that girl is pretty. Holy fucking shit what the fuck know she knows why Sadie used her pink eyeliner today fuck.

And from Lace’s rambles this Hazel girl is also really smart and sweet and good with kids. Fuckity fuck fuck.

Sadie swallows.

S: Babe holy fuck L: Oh light of my life, heart of hearts, I need to actually hold a full out conversation with her first S: Babe please L: I’m tryingggt L: she speaks french btw L: like I was in the workroom and trying to hide from the kids who were in French and I mention this to Hazel and she laughs and she starts spitting out French really dad and I spent the next ½ hour dieing S: babe. L: I CAN’T HELP IT

.

Lacy’s just minding her own business when Hazel sits down next to her without any warning which is not fair because Hazel’s wearing this really pretty lipgloss and Lacy is not an adult and falls out of her chair when Hazel smiles.

Hazel helps her up, “Are you okay?”

“Go out with me?” Lacy answers. Thankfully, she doesn’t say that out loud. A voice in her head that sounds like Sadie tells her to ask Hazel out for real. Lacy ignores it.

“Urm, yes fine good very good, yep thank you, hi?” She flops internally.

Hazel still looks concerned but let’s Lacy’s flailing limbs slide. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to escape the school next week for lunch?” Lacy almost faints but pulls herself together, it’s not a date it’s a friendship growing. Dates are later-Sadie needs to get out of her head, gods.

Lacy nods eagerly at this and leaps for Hazel’s phone to punch in her number and mumbles some excuse and holy shit her background is a horse and it’s so cute oh gods. Lacy shakes herself out of it and sends herself a text before returning the phone. Hazel laughs and makes her take a picture for her contacts.

.

Hazel wanders back into her class after recess beaming and lets the kids watch The Prince of Egypt for the mythology unit instead of reading from the textbooks.

She texts her roommate Leo as she’s marking some of their english paragraphs. She doesn’t bother letting anyone else know because Leo will tell them fast than she could even if she tried.

H: you know the cute girl with the pink eyeliner L: DO YOU HAVE PICS YET H: picture_attached L: LOL YOUR SCREWED L: HAVE YOU ASKED HER OUT YET H: i got her number? L: HOLY F*** I’M TELLING MY BOYFRIENDS H: you do realize i know that f*** is fuck right L: SHHH, YOUR TOO PURE H: its you’re L: JASON SAYS YOUR TOO YOUNG TO DATE AND FRANK SAYS GOOD FOR YOU L: PIPER SAYS YOU NEED TO RESPOND TO HER TEXTS L: ANNABETH SAYS TO ASK HER OUT ALREADY L: REYN

Hazel giggles when the messages stop because someone’s clearly stolen his phone, Leo likes to have the typing noise on max to make up for his lack of long nails to click. Or maybe one of his boyfriend’s just wanted some more Leo time and less Leo-On-His-Phone time.

She hesitates before typing out a text to Lacy and sending it.

H: hey, do you want to do brunch on saturday instead of going to some fast food place for five minutes on friday

.

Lacy doesn’t check her phone till she get’s home because she blew out her battery texting Piper and Mitch.

When she does she scares one of Sadie’s students with her shriek, she apologizes quickly and counts down the minutes for Sadie’s lesson to be over to tell her. In the meantime she lets Piper and Mitch know the update and looks at animal shelters for the pet she’s working on convincing Sadie to get. She wonders what Hazel thinks of pets, is she a cat person or a dog person?

.

Sadie finally gets rid of the five year old trying to learn the violin and slides across the floor to the kitchen where her Lace is staring at her phone, “Hey babe.” She kisses the top of her head and looks to see what Lace is staring at.

“I think she asked me out,” Lacy whispers. “Holy shit, I think she asked me out.”

Sadie laughs, “Babe, say yes.”

Lacy nods, “Yeah okay.” She continues to stare at the screen. Sadie sighs and steals her phone.

L: hey lacy would love to get brunch with you H: uhm L: Oh sorry, I’m laces gf sadie, lace is a little busy dying on the kitchen counter H: Oh. Hi! I didn’t know Lacy had a girlfriend, nice to meet you! H: well not meet you H: but uh H: hi?

Sadie found herself staring at the phone. This girl was adorable.

L: heyo, lace also has a mega huge crush on you though, so dw H: wait what L: u like her 2 rite? H: Um H: uh H: …yes L: so u and lace saturday for brunch=date? H: please

Lacy finally moves to wrestle the phone out of Sadie’s hand, and the  she sees the texts and drops her phone. Sadie kisses her cheek and tells Hazel that Lacy will meet her at 10:30.

She turns to smile at Lacy, “You’re welcome babe.”

.

Hazel watches as Lacy’s girlfriend drops her off and her jaw drops because wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.

Lacy walks over to meet her and Hazel awkwardly offers her hand and let’s out a sigh of relief when Lacy takes it. The two of them blush their ways inside.

Once they’re seated they order a waffle to share and start talking, Lacy loves all sorts of animals so Hazel starts gushing about her horse Arion and then she notices Lacy’s glittery pineapple dress and squeals over it and everything seems to settle nicely together.

Lacy decorates her sections of the waffle with strawberries and Hazel puts whipped cream and blueberries on hers and they take a picture with dorky faces and Hazel steals some of Lacy’s strawberries and Lacy swipes her bowl of whipped cream and hoards it.

They split the bill and skip out hand and hand, Sadie’s waiting for Lacy so Hazel doesn’t kiss her goodbye, but then Lacy kisses her and Hazel almost faints because her lips are so soft and she still had a bit of whipped cream on the corner of her mouth and gods.

They both swoon and Sadie has to help them both up and they blush sheepishly. Sadie laughs good naturedly and they start to wander along a walk in the park across the street and holy fuck Sadie’s really cool. Lacy and Sadie drive her to the subway later and Lacy kisses her goodbye one more time and Hazel stumbles onto the train in a happy daze.

.

Sadie and Lacy drive home and Lacy’s rambling about the date and then Sadie starts talking about how nice Hazel was and wow her horse was so nice (she’d shown them pictures) and the two stop and look at each other.

“You want to date her.” Lacy says, smiling.

Sadie looks at her, “I want to date her.”

“Let’s date her.” Lacy says, still smiling.

.

Hazel, Sadie and Lacy go to the library and the movies and bike riding and Hazel brings them to meet Arion and they fall into a relationship, Sadie’s jealous of the other two because they get to see each other at their school so Sadie ask Hazel to spend the night whenever she can and then Lacy asks her to move in because the night’s Hazel doesn’t spend the night are always a little bit empty now. Hazel’s filled a spot in their life that didn’t need to be filled but life’s so much nicer now that it is.

.

Ten months after they’ve moved in together and met all the family and Sadie’s asked both their dad’s for permission because her girlfriends like it when Sadie does stuff like that she asks their Principal Reyna if Sadie can propose to them over the PA.

All the secretaries giggle but Reyna just smiles at her and passes over the mike and then Sadie’s on air.

Sadie takes in a deep breath, “Lacy Veen and Hazel Levesque, this is your wonderful and extremely talented girlfriend and I. Um, I was wondering if you two would like to shackle yourselves to me for the rest of your lives.”

The next thing she knows two beautiful teachers are screaming in her ears and showering her with kisses and classes are buzzing in to ask what they said so Reyna hands Hazel the mike and Hazel just screeches so Lacy yells yes into it and there’s laughter and Sadie hugs them tight and pulls out their rings and then Hazel’s giggling and she gets down on one knee with two rings.

“Hey, I love you two?” Sadie and Lacy take the rings and they smile and pull her up and kiss her on both cheeks and then Reyna’s in front of them with a camera and they all try to smile but they’re too busy laughing and telling each other “I love you”.

The picture comes out blurry but they hang it in their apartment anyway.

[darnedchild]

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Six

A/N: Somehow, and I have absolutely no idea how, I am on track to pull off seven short fics in seven days for my FOURTH Appreciation Week in a row!  So yay me.  Dialogue in the first scene is borrowed from “The Six Thatchers” because borrowing stuff from other people is apparently a thing I do this week.  Unbeta’d, as per.  Will go up on FF.net and Ao3 later tonight or early tomorrow morning.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 – Day Six (Canon Compliant – Season 4)

Hi

“Father, we ask you to send your blessings on this water.”  Vicar Thomlin drew the sign of the cross in the baptismal font.  “And sanctify it for our use this day, in Christ’s name.”

He turned to Mary, John, and their tiny baby.  “Now, what name have you given your daughter?”

John and Mary share a look, then Mary proudly told the Vicar, “Rosamund Mary.”

As if he were surprised, Sherlock lifted his gaze from his phone for a moment.  “Rosamund?”

“Means ‘rose of the world’,” Molly whispered.  She smiled. “Rosie for short.”

Sherlock nearly rolled his eyes before returning his attention to his phone.

“Didn’t you get John’s text?” she asked, wondering if there was some chance John had accidentally forgotten to inform Sherlock of the latest (and final, thank goodness) name choice.

“No, I delete his texts.”  His thumbs continued to fly across the mobile screen.  “I delete any text that begins, ‘Hi’.”

இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—

Molly was bored.  The morgue was quiet, nothing waiting to be dealt with in the lab, not even a pouty Sherlock hoping to weedle access to body part out of her.

She drummed her fingers atop her desk and wrinkled her nose, pulling open the top desk drawer in the hopes for a bit of inspiration.  Her eyes fell upon her mobile and Molly snatched it up.

Her thoughts drifted back to the day of Rosie’s Christening.  Sherlock had said that he deleted John’s texts, that he deleted any text that started with hi out of hand.

Was he fibbing, she wondered.  Molly tried to remember how many, if any, texts she’d sent him over the years that might have begun with the friendly greeting.  Surely there had to be some.  Of course, most of their text conversations were about his work, and she tried to strive for a professional tone in those.

The three dreadfully long hours left on her shift made the decision for her, really. Molly pulled up his contact information and sent a text.

Hi.  Bored silly.  I’ve found kidney in the back of the freezer this afternoon.  I was going to dispose of it, but I thought you might like to observe the effects of freezer burn.

An hour later Sherlock and John walked into the morgue.

“Oh, did you get my text?”

Sherlock leaned back against one of the examine tables, and casually crossed his ankles.  “Hmm? No, was it important?  Gavin-“

“Greg,” John corrected without a hint of heat in his voice.  Clearly it was something he was used to doing at this point.

“-should be here within the hour.  He’s got what could be a seven, possibly an eight; and he’s promised to make sure the body gets sent here.”

That should leave her plenty of time to get ready, and still have time to kill.

As if he’d read her mind, Sherlock grinned at her and slapped his hands together.  “So, what do you have to keep me out of trouble in the meantime?”

இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—

Two days later she sent another text.

Hi.  Read about your case in the paper.  Your seven turned out to be a nine, then?  Nurse Meghan in OB says you are ‘extremely lickable’, in case you’re interested.

That should earn her a ‘Don’t make jokes, Molly’ or a ‘Why would I be interested, you know I’m married to my work’ if Sherlock actually read it.

She went to bed without receiving a reply.

இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—

It became a habit over the next few months.  Whenever she was bored or distracted—or even just wanting to talk to someone—she would send him a text.  Each one started with ‘Hi.’  

Hi.  Mary said you took her on a case and left John with Rosie.  That sounds fun.    If you ever need a pathologist running around with you, I’ll volunteer!

Hi.  Pasta and pork in the canteen again.  Reminded me of the night you asked me to bring out the two murder victims so you could look at their feet.  I’ve thought about getting a tattoo.  Cherries, maybe.  Haven’t figured out where, though.

Hi.  Rough day.  Back to back to back autopsies.  Nothing you would be interested in.  Gonna veg out in front of the telly with some ice cream.  Maybe take a bath.

Hi.  I know you don’t read these, but sometimes I like to pretend you do, and that you smile just a bit when you see that someone is thinking about you. Not for a case, just because.  I hope you have a  good night, Sherlock.

Hi.  I miss sex.  Meena says I should just go out to a bar and find a guy, but that just seems so cold. What if he’s absolute rubbish in bed? It would be very disappointing to go to all that trouble only to find out he doesn’t even know where the clitoris is.

Hi.  Met a guy (not at a bar), offered to make him dinner on our third date. Toby threw up in his shoes.  Turns out Toby is a great judge of character. He’s always liked you, hasn’t he?

Hi.  You wore that purple shirt into the lab again.  Do you purposely buy your clothes a size too small?  You do know the buttons aren’t supposed to strain quite that much, right?  Not that I’m complaining.  As a matter of fact, give me the name of your tailor and I will personally give that man a huge tip.  

Hi.  Mary is a horrible horrible awesome friend.  She got me very very tipsy.  She bet me I wouldn’t tell you that I would like you to bend me your chair and make me scream.  By shagging me.  In case there was any confusion.  Consider this me telling you.  Ha, I win the bet!  Bite me, Mary.

Hi.  I apologize for everything I wrote last night.  I was drunk, which is a horrible defence, but it’s all I have. Thank God, you don’t read these. I could barely look at you today without wanting to die from embarrassment.  And the hangover.  Mostly embarrassment.

Hi.  I heard about your case.  I know everyone else has already told you that it’s not your fault, you can’t save them all.  You’re probably sick of hearing it.  But it’s true.  Remember how many people you’ve helped, Sherlock.  How many lives you’ve made better.  The world needs you.  I need you.

Hi.  You’re right, Steve was a jerk.  How did you even know, you met him for maybe five minutes?  Maybe I should take your advice and just stop dating all together.  That’s a depressing thought.  

He never responded.

இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—

Molly leaned back in her office chair nearly three months after she’d started using the texts to Sherlock as her personal diary.  Yet again, there was another long and boring afternoon stretching out before her.  And then she had errands to run after that, which she was definitely not looking forward to.  She pulled out her mobile and sent off a quick text.

Hi, Sherlock.  Dreading going shopping, but a girl needs new knickers from time to time.  I’m thinking something lacy.  Thoughts? I wonder what your favourite colour is?

Ten minutes later, the morgue phone trilled with an incoming call from dispatch, letting her know there was a high priority body coming in, and DI Lestrade would be following close behind.

Molly was ready and already leaning over the body, taking photos of a strange discoloration on the victim’s cuff, when Greg, John, and Sherlock arrived.

“Hey, Molly,” Greg offered in greeting as he came to stand at the foot of the exam table.

John offered his own hello.  Molly answered them both in a slightly distracted manner as she discovered a shard of plastic embedded deep enough into the shirt material that it had punctured the skin below.  

“Sherlock, look at this.”

He bent down until he was eye level with the body’s wrist, and pulled out his magnifying glass.  “Mmm. Could be something, could be nothing.” He straightened and looked down at her, one brow arched inquisitively.  “Thoughts, Molly?”  He dragged the last two words out in a way that seemed to attach quite a bit of significance to them.  

Her mouth went dry and her stomach clenched.  He couldn’t have.  He didn’t read her texts, not those texts.  “I-I wouldn’t hazard a guess yet, I’ve only just begun.”

“Right.”  Greg looked back and forth between them.  “Sherlock, you’ve got any theories to share with the class?”

Just like that, Sherlock was all business, and Molly realized she must have imagined the whole thing.  

Eventually he had run out of observations, Greg had run out of questions, and John had run out of patience.  “I hate to interrupt the party, but I need collect Rosie from the creche.  Mrs Hudson is willing to watch Rosie for a few hours, but she doesn’t have a car seat for pick up.”

“Drop you off at your place and you can meet up with us at Baker Street?” Greg offered as they headed toward the door.  

“Oh, Molly?” Sherlock called her name.

“Yes?”  She looked up from the corpse on her table, her mind already focused on the samples Sherlock and Greg wanted her to collect.

He shrugged into his coat and moved to follow the other two men. “It’s Red.”  

“Pardon?”

“Cherry red.  You wanted to know my favourite colour.”  Then he winked and disappeared through the morgue door before she could think of anything coherent to say.

[tsukuyomi-chan]

Bleeding on Beds of Flowers Chapter 4

Okay so AP Exams happened and then the end of high school happened and somehow in the midle of all that I completely forgot to update this fic but now that I remember here’s the next chapter!  And the next two will be up soon!

(Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5)

Chapter 4: One by One, the Seasons Die

It hurts.

Luna grips the side of the wastebasket so hard her knuckles go white as her lungs try their best to push  the petals in her airway out and her throat burns as she watches petals and flowers fall , her stomach burns and her eyes burn and she thinks she’s crying as an entire carnation slips off her tongue, and she idly wonders if the colour is getting darker than before, that she was pretty sure the petals were a lighter red than they are now, and she faintly wonders if they’re getting stained with her blood before she coughs up another onslaught until her sides hurt so much it feels like they might cave in.

But this doesn’t begin to compare to Am’s pain for the past eight years.

She doesn’t know how much longer her body will hold out.  She doesn’t know how much longer she can keep this up.  But as long as she’s still breathing, she’s not going to be a burden.  She’s going to be someone.  She’s going to exist in other people.

Once she dies, maybe Am will remember her.

The fifth G-Quest finishes up, and Luna can feel the roots of carnations digging deep into her heart and lungs and her breathing’s always strained.  Luna sits in Enishi’s office again, and even he seems tired from all the work they’ve been dealing with.  But today wasn’t about work.  It was about the potential surgery.

Luna had looked up reviews and experiences of others with the disease online.  Some had tales of recovering after growing out of their feelings, just like how Naoki had described.  Most had described the surgery as painless and successful.  Every single one of them said the same thing: that they couldn’t remember how they had even contracted the disease in the first place afterwards.  That it was difficult readjusting to life after having a large gap in memories that spanned from a month to years, depending on the person, but they kept living on with no recollection of those missing feelings.

Luna thinks of Tokoha, fierce and strong, but also kind and understanding.  She thinks of Shion, calm and tactical but brave all the same.  She thinks of Chrono, headstrong and determined and always charging forward.  She thinks of Kumi, airy and light and cheerful.  She thinks of Naoki and Shingo, grown adults but still happy and childlike.  She thinks of Enishi, still cold and commanding even now, but brings them hot chocolate after performances for a job well done.  She thinks of Harri, her deck, the Pale Moon Circus, and how much vanguard is a part of her life now.

Luna thinks of Am, who she had first seen a video of online announcing tryouts, and immediately rushed off to audition like every other girl in the country, failed miserably, but somehow still ended up meeting the girl the next day.  She thinks of their early days, when all Luna did was fail, trip, mess up, and apologize on cycle, and every single time Am would stay calm, turn to her, tell her to make it up with actions instead of words, and make things work out.  She thinks of awkward nights reading forums and studying cards, sneaking out for quests, going to Card Capital 2 to learn how to play all so Am would be proud.  She thinks of Am’s precious mitten, so tiny and fragile, and how hard Am clung to it in hopes that nothing else would break.

She thinks of Am onstage, the only time when Am was free, and bared her heart to share with the world.

She thinks of Am laughing and grinning as they took dumb pictures together and ate cream puffs.

She thinks of Am, sitting alone in the corner of the studio, clutching her mitten and trying not to let the cold bother her.

She thinks of Am’s hug that afternoon at Dragon Empire, that Am was indeed human.

She thinks of Am’s hand, trembling and tight as it tried to hold onto any bit of warmth she could gather.

She thinks of Am’s love, poured so deeply into that mitten and into every performance they dance, evident in Am’s work ethic and Am’s happy cheers and Am’s cardfights and Am’s words.

She thinks of nights spent plucking petals off a carnation she coughed up, wondering if Am could save some love for her as well.

She thinks of a mundane life, wearing the same uniform, going to the same classrooms, having the same conversations, feeling no emotions, with nothing ever changing.  She had never felt happy, overjoyed, cheerful, sad, frustrated, tired, energetic, scared, strong, angry, determined before Am became a part of her life.  She would have never discovered how much she had inside her if she had never met Am.

She thinks of every red petal strewn and scattered across Japan, grown in her lungs off of her love for Am these past two months.  Her feelings were real, more real and tangible than anything she had ever experienced before.  That meant something, at least to her.

“Have you decided on a surgery date?”  Enishi asks, as casually as he can manage.

“Enishi-san,” Luna says.  “I’d rather die as Yumizuki Luna than live on as someone else.”

Enishi looks surprised, then averts his eyes with a guilty expression.  “I’m sorry.”  He says.  “You didn’t deserve to have it end like this.”

Luna shakes her head.  “These last two months were the best months of my life.  If Yumizuki Luna is going to die either way, I want my last moments to mean something.  I want to help Am.”

Enishi’s finger on the desk twitches, and he pushes his lips together as if troubled with the idea.  He opens his mouth, hesitates, then takes a deep breath.

“Have you ever heard of the Stride Gate?”

Luna thinks she should be mad.  She thinks anyone in their right mind would be mad.  But she doesn’t have the strength to blame Enishi or the Vanguard Association for using her, and Am was the one who chose to be used by them in the first place.  All for the sake of a perfect future, where everyone would be happy and Am would have her parents again.

“You two both have the potential to be the Peacemaker needed for triggering the Stride Gate to open.  But we’ve been powering the system so far using Chouno Am, and we haven’t tested it at all with you yet.”  Enishi said.  “It’ll take some time to readjust the system to accept your Stride Force instead.  As well, we’ve been powering it every three days, since it takes such a high toil on Chouno Am’s body.  But your current Stride Force readings have been considerably higher than hers for the past month, so we could adjust.  It all depends on the test runs however.”

He shuffled through some papers, and handed Luna a paper with an address and map printed on it.  “Come to here tomorrow night.  We can do the test run then.  It’ll be tough.”

“That’s fine.”  Luna said.

“To completely open the Stride Gate, the Peacemaker would have to give all of their Stride Force, and their life to the gate.  You will cease to exist for the sake of the perfect future.”

“I’m already dying, Enishi-san.  If I can make everyone happy in the process, that just makes everything seem so much better.”  Luna admits.

The sixth G-Quest has her participating with Am as a team instead.  She watches Am try her best to beat every single enemy in their way, and it dawns on her that Am is still trying to take on everything by herself.  She doesn’t want to be outdone, and it’s Chrono who’s waiting at the top of the tower for her.

Chrono is strong, as expected from the Generation Master.  He’s relentless, but Luna has watched him fight before, and she’s also prepared for it too.

“Chrono-san,” Luna says, striding into Mephisto.  “I finally have a goal in mind.  I finally have something I want to work towards.  I can’t afford to lose!”

“That’s good, Luna!”  Chrono says, grinning as he guards an attack.  “But I’m the same!”

She’s coughing, but she points forwards and declares her vanguard’s attack.  She coughs and coughs until flowers are falling all around her, and Enishi looks like he’s about to step in from the side but she refuses to lose.  She drive checks a triple critical trigger, and throws everything she has forwards to prove to everyone that she’s different now, stronger.

But Chrono wins in the end, and it’s frustrating, but Am pats her shoulder and comforts her all the same.

The machine is cold and it hurts.  It feels like something’s being ripped out of her, and she coughs and reels in response and carnations fill her lap as she screams but forces herself to keep breathing around the petals.  If her suffering will make Am happy, then it’s worth any pain.

A bright light fills the room, and the pain stops.  “Superb!  This is superb data!”  Luna hears the strange man in a full black coat that covers his mouth exclaim, and Enishi helps her to her feet and escorts her out of the lab room.

“Are you having second thoughts about this?”  Enishi asks once she’s seated on a bench in the white sterile hallway and can breathe again.

Luna shakes her head.  “I’m compatible, aren’t I?  Then let me power the Stride Gate.”

Enishi nods, taking a small medicine bottle out of his pocket and hands it to her.  “These pills will help you breathe a bit easier, but they’ll dull your senses.  I’m putting you on medical leave for the next month so you don’t strain or injure yourself any further, but I don’t think it will take that long.  If you want to say any goodbyes, the next few weeks are your time.  But the Stride Gate is still highly classified information.”

She remembers Am’s silent tears under the Ferris Wheel, the bitter wind biting at their warm hands, and how hard Am had been clutching her hand.  “When I was five,” Am had said.  They’re thirteen now.  Am had been waiting eight years.  Luna could wait a month.

She nods.  “For the sake of the perfect future.”  Luna says.

The G-Quests’ final tournament comes to a close with Team Try3’s brilliant victory.  Luna’s happy for Tokoha and her team, but she’s also grateful that the final tournament doesn’t have much for them to do other than introduce the teams.  Am also leaves to take a phone call, which lets Luna cough without anyone seeing.

“Chouno Am has been fighting for her parents ever since she lost them.  She joined us when she was eight, and not a single day was wasted as she studied and learned of the world in a way a child shouldn’t be capable of, but she did it anyways.”  Enishi said.  “We requested that she learn how to cardfight, and she won Vanguard tournaments.  We requested for her to earn money, and she founded the Ace Corporation.  But that was it.  Chouno Am works incredibly hard, but she is not gifted with talent.  You were gifted with incredible talent, for vanguard and your imagination, and your compatibility with Stride Force.”

Luna can feel the stems of the carnations digging into her throat, and she resists the feeling of trying to reach her hand in to try and rip them out.  She doubts she could anyways.  She takes a sip from her water bottle, nearly choking on the sensation of it drenching petals as it made its way down.

They have to go soon.  The ending ceremonies are wrapping up, and as soon as Am comes back, she has to be presentable until she gets back to her apartment so that she can rest.

“Chouno Am, while trying to balance all of her work, created the ruthless persona of Ace within herself.  She has run other companies to ruin, driven people to bankruptcy, all for the sake of the Stride Gate.  You’re familiar with Kiba Shion.  She took over the Kiba Corporation, leaving him with nothing more than a few yen.  That’s just one of hundreds.”

Luna’s hand is shaking as she holds the water bottle.  Her legs feel weak and her head feels dizzy.  She watches Chrono take the trophy from the MC awkwardly, but with a happy smile.  Tokoha held onto a large bouquet, and Shion was holding up the medals they received.  They all looked so happy.  They were all so strong, and Luna was sure they were going to have such bright futures.  It was every kid’s dream to have a bright, happy future like that.

“Chouno Am is not someone good to be in love with.  She is someone willing to sacrifice anything and everything for the purpose of her future.  While it is for a noble purpose, it also means she has no room in her life for anyone else.”

Am’s backpack was in the corner of their viewing room.  She had gotten a more solid strap for her mitten charm this time.  Luna could remember Am showing it off to her one day after rehearsal.  It was Rummy Labyrinth merchandise, light blue with dark blue butterflies and pink crescent moons on it, and Luna remembered laughing at how Am was using their own merchandise for it.  Luna wondered what they were going to do with all the Rummy Labyrinth merchandise once she was dead.

“Your feelings are proud and noble, but they are also young and premature.  Won’t you reconsider while you still have the time?”

“I’m back.” Luna hears the door open, and Am walks back in.  “Sorry it took so long, were you worried?”

Luna looks behind at Am, who has her business smile on, but obviously tired lines around her eyes, and her mouth twitches while trying to maintain it more often than usual, and all the sudden it hits her that this is probably the last time she will see Am.  She’s going on sick leave starting tomorrow to rest until the Stride Gate machine will accept her.  This Am is the last Am that she will see for the rest of her life.

Her hands freeze up, and the water bottle drops to the ground, spilling water everywhere.

“The water!”  Am says as she rushes over to the sofa where Luna’s sitting, but slows to a stop once she arrives at the sofa and gets a good look at the soaked floor.

The carnations are still all over ground in front of her, deep red against the light blue and green carpet and soaked, the water bottle rolling off to the side, and Luna can feel her heart about to burst out of her chest and blood run cold as Am sees it all.

“A, fan…” Luna stutters out, and her voice is hoarse and she wants to cough up more but she can’t in front of Am.  “A fan came by… gave a bouquet… but I accidentally dropped it and ruined it…”

“I see…” Am says, but her face is blank and her hands are shaking.

The sound of clapping is muffled by the glass, but Am’s eyes don’t leave from the sullied flowers, as if she’s hypnotized by them.  “Am,” Luna starts, and the words get tangled in flowers to the point where she chokes on it.  “Do you… like flowers?”

Am still hasn’t moved from her spot next to the sofa, and there’s a distant look in her eye that scares Luna.  She wants to say something, do something, anything to make that look go away, but her legs won’t move, her hands won’t move, her throat’s so blocked up she can’t make any sounds.

“My parents… we went to the flower shop that day.”  Am says quietly.  “I got first place in my class on a math test, and to reward me they said they were going to buy a really pretty bouquet of flowers for me, since we lived in an apartment and I couldn’t have a garden.  We all went to the shop, and I picked out this huge bouquet of carnations in white, pink, and red.  I was so excited…”  Her voice hitches, and Luna can feel her heart drop.  “I saw a bakery across the street, with pretty cakes in the window display, and I wanted one… So I ran across the street without a care.  But when my parents spotted me, they ran across the street to catch up to me… and my mom was still carrying the bouquet; she didn’t even pay for it yet cause she was so worried about me… and then the truck came… and…”

Luna lets out a choking gasp, a pathetic attempt in trying to breathe and clear her mind, and Am is moving again, kneeling on the sofa in front of her with her thumb rubbing gently at Luna’s cheek.  “L-Luna, there’s no need for you to cry about it, it happened years ago.”  Another choked sob escapes her throat anyways, and Luna tries to hide her teary face in her arms.  Am’s hand strokes through her hair as her other hand tries to move Luna’s arms away, but she pushes Am’s hands away as she continues to cry.

In her throat grew the very things that killed Am’s parents.

“I’m sorry, Enishi-san, but it’s already too late for them to wilt.”  Luna said.  “Thank you for trying though.  These flowers are already a part of me.  Yumizuki Luna loves Chouno Am.  I’m proud of this.”

It’s the first time Luna’s felt so ashamed of her feelings.

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The Start

Hey everyone,

So yesterday was my first blog and it was a little rough, as many of you know I’m a very old-fashioned kind of girl who actually has a paper day planner and an old school phone book so this blogging thing and use of a computer is extremely knew so bear with me while I navigate this and learn as I go. So the purpose for this blog is to get the word out about my organization and what its purpose is but in order to do that the next few blog entries will be about our struggles that lead us up to starting this organization. So over the next week or so you will get a chance to actually hear the true hardships of what we went through with him. So here is the first of many post about our true struggles that weren’t aired on face book in their entirety.

The struggles with Carter pretty much started right from conception. My first trimester was pretty easy just the usual morning sickness and then nothing it wasn’t until the 2nd trimester that the real struggles started with Carter, even right in the womb he was a handful. I went to my monthly appointment and did my required blood work, but I’ve never received a call saying the doctor needs to see you before my next monthly check up, so Mike and I had just thought it was just going to be about my thyroid levels as to seeing I have a thyroid disease called “Hashimoto”, so for us it wasn’t a big deal so i went alone. I go the next day to see the doctor and it starts with an ultrasound which many women know you never get a spur of the moment ultrasound unless there is some unexpected trouble so I was extremely nervous going into this ultrasound. The tech did her job and took measurements and everything was looking “okay” man do I hate that damn word!!!! The OB walks in and just instantly starts going into my blood work results and how I’ve showed signs of being a carrier for a rare genetic defect called “Trisomy 18” while he is explaining this to me I’m getting nervous of course , he then goes into I’ve got two options I can either have another set of labs done and wait for those results or I can do a amnio asap but with doing that I run an extremely high risk of losing the baby which was not an option. So once he spoke to my husband and we decided to do further blood work the doctor launched into what my outcomes could be.     

     My first outcome was “Termination” like my baby was a bug, so hell no that wasn’t even close to being one so my next was what I like to call the scare tactic if I was to carry to term and that was a big if I could die during delivery leaving my sons mother less and husband a widow which I didn’t want to happen but if it meant bringing this amazing little miracle into the world then so be it so needless to say my mind was already made up. It wasn’t an easy decision to make but I knew my sons and husband would have more support and love then if I was alive so that helped ease that burden. But then it was if I lived through the delivery and so did the baby what was his life going to be like? Well it was explained to me exactly like this. He would be in a serious amount of pain constantly and it would be a slow and painful existence until he couldn’t fight anymore and died, well hell either way I looked at it I was totally up the creek with out a paddle so my decision to carry to term was still going to happen no matter the outcome. It was time I turned my relationship with the man upstairs around and started doing a whole lot more talking and praying then griping and complaining. With my decision made the OB decided to send us to see a specialist who deals with extreme high risk pregnancies and babies while their still in the womb. So it was a hurry up and schedule the appointment and wait like every other doctors office.

     Well, we waited about 5 days before we had an appointment and it was such a huge relief to finally get some definitive answers about was going to happen . It was so hard sitting in the doctor’s office with him right across from us slowly reading over all the OB’s notes with a bunch of head nods and okay’s {see why I hate the okay word?}. Once he was finished looking over the notes he did his usual exam and came to the conclusion that based on what he read and the exam it didn’t seem like I had the Trisomy gene but he still had to redo the labs and do a more invasive ultrasound which lasted about an hour or so and it was then he determined that I did not have the trisomy defect but he would know for sure once the labs came back. So we left that appointment feeling a ton better but still not out of the woods yet. It was about a week later we went back to see him and were officially told that my labs came back negative and it must have been a false reading so that was huge. This was hurdle one of about 30 or so it seems.

     Finally, what we didn’t realize was this was just the start of our very scary and constant battle to keep our miracle alive and going. Its been a constant battle to keep him healthy and the germs at bay. Fighting things you can’t see with the naked eye is not easy but its our life. So our story continues.

Well friends, until tomorrows blog good night and again we appreciate your love and support.

#MightyTinyFighter#