#in which Ruth is a student

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exam passed! I'm gonna be licensed! I can recycle my pile of practice exam notes notes and think about other things! I have class this evening (the last class!) but tomorrow I am turning my brain off for a day

[fairyk133]

Ruth Beautè

Minor facts:

Has a southern dolly accent, so American and sweet voice. (Voice Claim: Cherry Valance from The Outsiders.)

Has an animalistic view on students.

Knows how use a gun. (At the age of 9.) She keeps pistol with her in her workbag when she’s out, for protection.

She was illegally emancipated, her mom and her went their separate ways when she came back from catholic school

She was homeless for two days until she met an old Italian man and took her in, making him a father figure onto her, but he died due to “loan sharks”, which was on her birthday, she owned the house all to herself ,and redecorated the whole house.

Her biggest secret was she was the daughter of the famous French Somalian actress Vivian Beau.

She is neurodivergent, and showed signs of Autism while growing up.

Loves 60s fashion, adores it, she is one of the most fashionable girls at school, even if her uniform does scream.. “50s church gal.”

She knows French, Spanish and the Somali language.

While Lola is called the Queen, and Pinky is called the Princess, Ruth is labeled the Duchess of Bullworth.

She plays electric guitar, Cello, Violin, Piano

The large rosary she wear is ACTUALLY disguised as a dagger, if you take off the silver cap of the bottom of the cross, and swing it, a sharp blade will come out. It was gifted from her past lover who died.

She calls people by their last names, which gives her a look of maturity and authority

When she’s harming a person (who deserves it) she gets violently annoyed when they start crying, she believes in equal punishment.

She works at a fancy restaurant in Old Bullworth Vale and gets tips either from lonely, weird divorced men or because she plays the violin well. The people who go to the restaurant are from rich families.

Works at Aquaberry Outlet too sometimes.(Lowkey was thinking about leaving because some young girls said she looked like “Vivian Beau”)

Knows Sign language thanks to her past lover. (Yes he was deaf.)

School Titles:

“Class Representative”, — Non Cliques/ People who respect or scared of her

“Villainess Nun”—Lola, Earnest

“Miss Beauty”— Jason (My Oc), Juri, Chad

“Babe Ruth”—Vance

“Doe eyes”— Vance, Gord

“Sociopathic Bitch”— Mandy, (Pre game) Gary, Earnest, Davis White

Mini Mrs.Peabody—(Pre game) Gary

Clique relationships:

Bullies: Ruth does like not bullying, at all. Considering her past lover died by suicide, because of bullying, she is a shadow dictator of the school. But, nonetheless she does use the bullies in her rule of authority. She pays them about 80 dollars to 50 in cash, to spill her the details on other students, specifically males, and to beat up perverts or anyone trying to roof girls drinks in parties. Most bullies are scared of her, but she does allow them to beat up Earnest, when she sees them attack him she turns a blind eye to it, considered later one she found out his…rather perverse picture of Mandy. (She may hate Mandy’s guts, but she’s a girls girl at heart.) Later on after her public trial with her mom, she ends up dating Tom. They actually first met bumping into one another, they had a goofy conversation, him mess in up on her last name, she liked him, but Joetta said she liked him so she killed her feelings for him immediately, only for it to fail and they end up being together.

Nerds: They see her as their, savior, at least some of them. She once saw Algie crying in a corner when she was coming from Chemistry class, and he complained to her about the jocks and their vile behavior towards him. This gave Ruth the idea for the Halloween party. She dressed up as Billy Loomis from Ghostface and seduced Casey Harris into the woods, leaving him there for awhile. Casey ended up seeing Algie’s fake dead body lying there, flies around him. It looked bloody, his stomach was cut open, which looked like the work of an axe. (Ruth gave Algie some sick looking makeup and a clay belly, and filled it with pig intestines to make it look like it was his actual organs, she even gave him some white contacts to give him that dead look). Ruth came out of the woods dressed up as the actual Ghost face, holding an axe. Before taking her mask off and yelling at him like a cinematic sociopath (she’s a good actor to be honest), he fell into a ditch, a deep one. Algie got up and revealed with Ruth to Casey he wasn’t dead, they saw his body in the ditch and left him there. (Casey also took spiked punch, so later that day, he couldn’t prove that Ruth’s a sadistic bitch.) She doesn’t like Earnest, not only he is weak, scaly, and a hypocrite, but mostly because of what he did to Mandy. Some of the nerds did want to turn on to her because she joined the soccer team and she looked more…”jockey” but she had to remind them of who she stood by, even if Earnest tried to make her seem like an villain of their midst. She uses the Nerds coding abilities to get into the teachers digital files and keeps an eye on her enemies grades and social media, along with their…dark pasts. Really dark. Some nerds even have crushes on her, so easy on her part.

Jocks: Due to their actions, Ruth sees them as, brainless animals. The weak ants to her. But, Mandy Wiles was an huge problem to her. Mandy was jealous of Ruth to most extent. Ruth has beauty, hell, her last name literally means beautiful, she’s smart in academics, getting complements from the Head, and the teachers. Mandy did try to befriend Ruth, but once she had showed her true colors by purposely tripping Bucky at lunch, Ruth immediately told her to stay the hell away from her. Mandy also made fun of Ruth for being a “virgin purist girl”(Internalized misogyny), so Ruth felt annoyed, so she exposed the fact Mandy had been with Jason….which wasn’t good to explain to Jason in the nurses office. And because Mr. Burton is weird and didn’t give a damn about Ruth’s feelings of being uncomfortable, Ruth’s soccer shorts were tight on her, showing her hips were more… wider than most girls and Ruth is a mostly modest person— so obviously this didn’t turn out so well. Wiles gave Ruth the nickname, “Ruth Bootay”. And because Ruth had a “purity” complex this gave her a deep state of discomfort and depression in how her body looks, even the male jocks talk about her body, which made her feel like a hoe, a harlot. When she almost catched herself about to almost cry like a loser, she realized she can ruin Mandy’s life by tormenting her back, you know��� the norm? This was by telling girls what Mandy has said about them, isolating people she found close to her, ruining her skin products, by sneaking in her dorm, pouring dirt in there, maybe some cooking oil in that mix. She even got help from her best friend Joetta, to write nasty articles on her, calling her whore, making her worse than Lola. Ruth would also tell on her vaguely to Mrs. Peabody, claiming she was mentally ill. (Guys this is Bullworth, okay?) but sooner or later, they got their issues worked out when the Headmaster assigned them together to get their act together. Bo Jackson is the only chill guy she can stand, a few jocks stopped talking about her body when they knew who serious she was in soccer, along side Jason. (Soccer ain’t even her passion.)

Preps: Ruth gets respect from them because she handles her situations well in mock trial, she even won against Derby in many trials, which eventually leads Derby feeling concerned of his title of being a Harrington, “they never lose”, this leads him to buy a win from the holder of that club, Mr. Hatwick, this makes Ruth have an internal hatred for him. He reminds her of “Donna” a girl from her past in catholic school, she’s also the reason why Ruth was ashamed to be rich in the first place. Due to superiority complexes , Ruth and Derby weren’t the best at being civil with one another. Each room they were in gave tension, you’d need a chainsaw to cut that tension. Chad and Gord along with Parker had admitted into finding her attractive, but the guys do find her “scary” especially since she had made witnesses cry and have emotional reactions. Pinky and her had minor tension because of all the good things people said about her, saying stuff like, “she’s not even that special”, but they became decent friends since Ruth also shops at Aquaberry from time to time and works there, and gave her good advice on clothes. Parker did ended up dating her and that’s when Pinky and her both ended up getting closer as friends. Ruth has been invited to Harrington house parties, sometimes came over for club discussions, mostly to see Parker when they were together, and she wouldn’t mind playing the piano for them. Ruth in my roleplay saved Derby from Raymond Chester, a politician’s son, who was trying to get Derby’s Harrington name ruined, including his family, Ruth exposed them in a special event she was invited to, which made her and Derby be…somewhat decent.

Townies: She barely knew them, but she began to know a few of them, when she saw Jason hanging out with them, that’s when she knew about Jason a little more…the townies only become a serious topic when Ruth got fully and properly adopted by a sheriff, she asked them for clues and ask them what happened on things, since her present self is in her “riverdale” era and helps her foster moms cases.

Greasers: Ruth at first they were just some Outsider/Grease wannabes, but couldn’t be hypocritical since she dresses like she’s from the 50-60s, she was sadly forced by the head to tutor most of them. She believes the most attractive greaser of them all isn’t really Johnny Vincent, but more so Ricky. But she doesn’t have a crush on him, just thinks that way. She and Vance get along fine, he’s helps her with guy troubles, and when I mean “guy” troubles, more so on Jason because of the fights they have on his…living situation. Vance and her poke fun at Ricky and Johnny sometimes, they act like annoying siblings to them sometimes. She ignores Lola and Johnny’s problems because their relationship isn’t worth any fixing or respect they don’t really intimidated her. Her rep is somewhat debatable with them, she doesn’t snitch on them if she sees one of them egging Harrington house. And since she has the preps moral respect with preps, the greasers between trusting her and seeing her as one of them, but soon they realize this girl really doesn’t give a damn, even when she got adopted by Miss Rodriguez. They trust her.

Outfit models:

Based off of/ Mentality:

Beth Harmon - Queens Gambit

Cherry Valance- The Outsiders

Blair Waldorf- Gossip Girl

[queenshelby]

Chemical Reactions (P. 6)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Smut, Age-Gap, Infidelity

Words: 4,905

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

Previous Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5

“You really want to have this discussion now?” you sighed before reaching for the packet of cigarettes which you kept on the ledge of your chalkboard while leaning back against it. You were still half naked and your bare breasts were exposed.

“Considering the circumstances, I think that we must talk about it now. I understand if you would rather save yourself for someone who…” Robert began to say as you handed him your cigarette and before you interrupting him.

“Listen Robert, the fact that you are married doesn’t bother me and, clearly, it doesn’t bother you either as, otherwise, you wouldn’t have kissed me” you said before snatching the cigarette from his hand again, causing Robert to furrow his eyebrows.

“Now that, too, is presumptuous” he ought to point out in respect of which you laughed.

“Is it though?” you chuckled before expanding on the topic of fidelity. “I suppose your reputation precedes you. Despite, I know about Jean Tatlock and your affair with Ruth Tolman” you told him, causing Robert’s chin to drop. He sighed again and then he asked “how did you know?” to which, of course, you had already formulated a response in the back of your head.

“Women talk. Barbara Chevalier and Ruth Tolman are friends and I have overheard a few conversations between them since living here” you admitted to Robert before handing the cigarette back to him.

“Well, for the record, my affairs with these women are in the past. I have ended them both” Robert explained before inhaling the smoke of the cigarette without realising that, for you, the fact that he had ended those affairs, did not make a difference.

“Dr Oppenheimer, with respect, none of this really concerns me. I am not your wife” you chuckled, causing Robert’s eyes to widen. He was surprised by your attitude towards this topic and now regretted the fact that he had spoken up about it before he even had the chance to be with you, at least that once.

“I suppose we have officially passed the need for formalities, don’t you think?” Robert asked. “So please, call me Robert” he then said and you took him up on his offer while still standing there with the fabric of your dress stacked up over your hips and your bare nipples pointing right at him.

“Alright, Robert” you said before giving him a cheeky smile. “Now, let me tell you something about myself” you then told him and, sure enough, he was keen to hear about your thoughts on the current situation.

“I am a woman who does not believe in love or marriage, both of which are social conventions invented by human kind without any scientific backing whatsoever. In my opinion, questions concerning marital fidelity are minuscule in today’s society where one race is trying very hard to destroy another. We have bigger issues to worry about than our own emotions” you began to explain before snatching the cigarette from Robert’s hands again and continuing with your explanation. “What I do, however, believe in is physical and intellectual attraction giving rise to a connection between two people. I believe that we have such connection but, if you do not feel the same way, then perhaps you are right and this should stop now” you then said before disposing of the fag and stepping towards Robert again who looked both, stunned and confused.

“I haven’t met anyone quite like you and I am astonished by how mature you are at such a young age” he said in an almost whispering voice while caressing your face again gently. He was looking at you with desire and need again before, somewhat expectedly, pressing his lips onto yours for a split second before you pulled away from him once more.

“Unfortunatly maturity doesn’t necessarily translate to experience, as you will soon find out” you blushed, causing Robert to look at you in awe.

“I am sure you will do just fine” he teased, causing you to chuckle and roll your eyes all at the same time before you reached up and pulled his mouth to yours again.

The touch of his warm lips brushing against yours caused a thrill of excitement to rush through you. Robert’s kiss was soft, gentle, and then became more urgent as you opened your mouth to accept his tongue. Even though this was not your first kiss, you almost felt as if it was. This would be a night of firsts for both of you and your heart pounded so hard it hurt as you kissed him back fervently

“Come on” Robert then whispered after pulling away from you and guiding you towards the bed, which is when you quickly shuffled your dress down over your hips and disposed of it on the floor.

“Robert?” you then said with a husky voice before laying down on your back and looking up at him nervously as he disposed of the rest of his clothes as well, expect for his briefs.

“Yes? What is it?” he asked before joining you and hovering over you while caressing your face gently. He looked at you in awe and his eyes were reassuring.

“Take it slow, please” you whispered nervously before reaching up to run your hands through his hair.

“Of course. That goes without saying” Robert reassured you before he kissed you again and, this time around, he was deepening and lengthening the kiss, showing you just how much he wanted and desired you.

As you were kissing passionately, his hands reached around to caress you, causing your mostly naked bodies to rub against each other. Your bare breasts were now trapped against his chest and the feel of his warm body atop of yours caused shivers run down your spine.

Coming up to breathe, Robert eventually pulled away from you a little and, when he did, the tingling sensation he left behind on your lips made you smile.

Robert returned the smile you gave him and the smile that crossed his face warmed your trembling limbs and hid your excited nervousness. Despite the fact that you wanted this man more than anyone you had ever known, you felt somehow unstable when finally being faced with the idea of being intimate with someone else for the first time in your life.

The bravado you usually wore like a shield around him seemed to desert you, and even though you he couldn’t see much more than your face in this position, you felt naked under Robert’s heated gaze. You suddenly worried about your inexperience and you wondered whether this was actually a good idea.

Robert saw the panic of insecurity rise in your eyes, and he reached out to gently push a stray strand of hair behind your ear and grazed your bottom lip with his thumb before bringing his mouth to yours again. It was a slow kiss, deepening as his desire built even further. He knew he needed to go slow with you, take you gently and he hoped he could.

A hot rush travelled through your body as you responded to his kiss and felt his body shift, now enabling to graze his hands over your breasts.

“You are so beautiful” Robert then whispered before allowing not only his hands, but also his lips, to travel and you gasped as, eventually, you felt him nuzzle into your neck and trace your collarbone with his lips.

“That feels nice” you acknowledged as Robert was trailing his fingers over your skin and then you even moaned somewhat inadvertently when he brushed his fingers across your nipples. They surged under his caress and sent piercing streaks of arousal to your core. His caress was like a hot spark, and his touch excited you like you had not believed possible. You did not know how you could withstand his hands on the naked skin of your breasts for long but you knew that you had to try.

As Robert gazed over your naked flesh, you felt a blush creep up your neck. His eyes were so dark and full of lust, unlike anything else you had ever seen before and, just when Robert noticed your nervousness again, he pulled his hands away slightly, giving you some more time.

“Am I moving too fast?” he asked but you shook your head.

"No!” you groaned. “Touch me and kiss me again, please" you begged and you hoped that your voice would sound strong and self-assured. Unfortunately, you could not pull it off, and it shook with pure anxiety.

"As you wish” Robert chuckled before finally cupping one of your breasts and leaning down to slowly and gently swipe his tongue across one hard nipple.

"Oh my god" you whimpered as Robert teased the hard, little bud with his lips and rolled the other stiff nipple between two fingers.

“God, huh?” Robert teased. “I never expected to ever hear this word coming from your mouth…how unscientific of you…” he then joked just as you watched him lean over you.

“Just shut up and keep doing whatever you were doing to me. I am begging you, Robert” you joked for a moment while trying to pull his lips closer to your breasts again, which is when he took your thus-far neglected nipple into his warm mouth. He licked and sucked, alternating between the two stiff peaks, until you trembled and gasped on the edge of something you had never experienced before.

“Fuck, Robert” You felt feverish with excitement. Your mouth was dry, but your body was more alive than it had ever been before. Without him having even touched your mound, it was wet, yet felt as if it was on fire and throbbing with need. Shivers of anticipation shot up your spine, and you sucked your breath in raggedly as Robert dragged his insistent tongue down, letting it trail over your belly and to your navel.

“So perfect” Robert then murmured against your skin as he took his time exploring your body, trailing his fingers and mouth over your belly and thighs, before running them teasingly over the lace of your panties, making you moan loudly.

“Jesus Christ” you cursed, moaned and groaned in pleasure, causing Robert to look up at you and furrow his eyebrows.

“Don’t stop” you demanded as he was looking at you now with a cheeky smile having formed across his face and you tried to squirm up against him to simply gain some friction.

"I won’t, but I want to see all of you before I continue” Robert then said as his voice was thick with longing.

“Okay” you murmured in response, sounding desperate and anxious all at the same time. Your panties were moist, evidence of your excitement, and you were certain that he could smell your arousal as you hooked your thumbs inside the waistband of the lacy panties and wriggled out of them. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly excited by the expression on his face, as he watched you offer your body to him. His expression showed eagerness, pleasure and even greed, you thought. There was no sign of the trepidation you had expected to see there.

“Now you” you then winked and, without taking his gaze from you, Robert stripped his briefs off quickly, throwing them to the side of the bed.

When you saw his erection, your breath caught in your throat. This was the first time you looked at a man’s most intimate body part, and in your virgin mind, it appeared impossibly thick and long. Your mound throbbed at the sight of it, but your stomach churned in repressed fear.

Eventually, you decided to proceed and Robert’s hands moved slowly and tenderly over your body again, pushing the anxiety from your mind as they wandered over your contours and cupped your mound gently. You groaned softly as his fingers caressed the lips, wet with your arousal, and then slid between their moistness into the entrance of your pussy.

"You are so wet” Robert then said as he buried his face against your neck while probing your entrance some more.

“Uh huh” you moaned in response as you moved your pelvis in time with his probing fingers. They were curious and insistent and were creating marvellous sensations in your core.

“Oh god Robert. This feels so nice” you eventually groaned as you spread your legs wider but your voice faded as Robert took immediate advantage of your pleasure, dipping his finger deeper inside your wetness. Your hips jerked suddenly at the unfamiliar sensation of being penetrated.

"I am sorry. I will go slow" Robert said, realising that this was too quick and too soon for you and, just as he let his thumb circle and caress the hood of your swollen clit, he could feel the heavy beating of your heart. Its rhythm matched his own, but the throbbing in his groin was wilder than he could remember.

“This feels incredible” you spoke with laboured breath and took every ounce of Robert’s willpower to restrain himself and not plough into you immediately. The scent of your mound was driving him wild, and it looked so good. All soft, swollen and slick with your excitement. It was the most welcoming sight he had seen in a long time.

“I want to taste you. May I?” Robert then whispered and your eyes widened. You knew what this meant and the thought of it alone aroused you incredibly.

“Yes” you thus moaned and, unable to restrain his need to taste your properly, Robert kissed down your body again so that he could let his tongue slide through your glistening labia and taste your delicious essence as his lips sought out your fleshy clit.

"Oh, fuck! Robert. Oh my god!” you moaned, squirming under his mouth. Your nails dug into his scalp to hold him there. You did not want him to ever stop. His tongue was creating sensations in you that you had never experienced before. Masturbation had always been good for you. You knew how to use your fingers expertly to bring yourself to climax, but this was different. It was warmer, wetter and more teasing, with an intense build up that made you want to thrash around and cry out in pleasure and frustration. You rocked your pelvis against his mouth, your inhibitions fading into the background of the sensations he gave you. You moved with him, demanding more as he licked and explored you.

Eventually, a squeal of pure pleasure tore from your lips as your spasms started deep inside. You trembled and gasped at the sensations that raced through your body exploded in a wave of pleasure that radiated back throughout your body again. As the waves of sensation crossed each other, you swore you would pass out. You held on to the here and now, enjoying the wild ride, and when you opened your eyes at last, you found Robert smiling at you.

"Fuck Robert, that was amazing. I had no idea! Is that how it feels for you? I mean, would it work the same way if I did this to you?" you asked, boldly reaching out to caress the rigid cock pressed into your side, eager at the thought of giving him the same pleasure he had just given you. It was hot and hard in your hands, and a small trickle of precum dribbled from the darkly coloured tip.

“Properly” Robert acknowledged and you moved to a better position and bent your head to tentatively stroke the velvety shaft against the side of your soft cheek, before dragging the tip of your tongue over the crown. Very gently, you drew it into your mouth and sucked slowly, lovingly, savouring his meaty thickness. You were surprised by your own enjoyment of this. You had never even contemplated it before.

"Fuck, I won't be able to hold out for too long, if you do that for much longer” Robert groaned after fifteen minutes or so as he watched you latch your soft lips onto his throbbing hardness. You moaned, overcome with the sensation of having him in your mouth and the taste of his excitement.

"Then don't. Cum in my mouth. I am curious about what it tastes like” you said quite honestly after lifting your lips from his cock and looking up at him through hooded lids that only served to stoke the fire of his desire to even higher levels.

"No. I don’t want to cum. Not yet" Robert groaned nonetheless before he gently pulled you from his cock before pushing you back onto your back playfully. "The first time I cum tonight will be inside of you" he then grimaced and a rush of adrenaline shot through you as he moved between your thighs.

“If this is still what you want…” Robert then ought to confirm and you nodded eagerly.

“Yes. It is what I want Robert. I want to feel you inside of me” you told him just as you felt the heat coming off his body when he nudged himself against the moist outer lips of your pussy. You spread your legs, and he rubbed the head of his cock over your slickness. He hesitated for a second before, eventually, leaning forward and supporting himself with his arms.

He then pressed ahead, pushing himself into you slowly and carefully while looking for cues of any discomfort on your face. His attention was focused on the warm, wet feeling of your lips surrounding his cock. They opened slowly to him, and he slowly pushed himself into the velvety depths of you with a pleasurable groan. He hadn't been sure if he had been expecting the barrier of a hymen, given the fact that you admitted that you masturbated, but there was only a small amount of resistance to overcome as he continued to push into you with slow, gentle thrusts.

“Robert! Fuck!” you moaned eventually while digging your nails into his arms and shoulders. Your voice was tremulous and shaky as he filled you and stretched you beyond what you had known.

Hearing your tremulous moan, Robert thrust forward sharply now and groaned as he slid all the way up inside you. You winced and bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying out. Your breathing was fast and shallow as your channel opened and stretched to take all of him. Despite the soreness and feeling of being overfull, it was a wondrous moment for you, finally knowing what it felt like to have a man buried inside you.

"You are so incredibly tight” Robert gasped at the snugness of you, barely holding onto his self-control. Now that he was in deeper, surrounded by your wetness, he was careful not to move, to let your get used to the feel of him inside you. It almost killed him not to plunge repeatedly into your pussy. His cock felt harder than it ever had and your cries of pleasure, knowing no one had ever made your feel like this, made him feel more virile, more potent than he ever had.

"You don't have to hold back Robert" you breathed into his neck as you clung to him. You wrapped your legs around his hips and raked your nails down his back as he sunk deeper into you. The eyes looking down at you were tinged with concern and fire, but you wanted his desire, his passion, to feel beautiful in his arms. You wanted him to make love to you, but you also wanted him to fuck you. You wanted to experience everything you had heard others talk about over so many years, all at once, even though you knew it was unfair to expect so much from this one man alone.

He moved his hips slowly, sliding his cock back and forth inside you, letting your get used to the rhythm. You moved with him, intuitively pushing your pelvis upwards as he slid into you. Each time he buried himself inside of you, your clit was trapped against the upper side of his shaft. You moaned loudly at the exquisite sensations and ground your mound up against him even harder, pumping back faster, until the sounds of your bodies slapping against each other and the squelching sound of their passionate fucking sent a wave of need and pure lust through him.

"Oh god. Keep going" you gasped, licking his neck and biting at his shoulders. "Don't hold back. Please, I need you to take me” you gasped again, unbelieving that you had said the words that chased around your brain out loud. You felt confident now. You felt safe. And you most certainly felt incredible.

Your words caused the blood to rush through Robert’s veins. He stared into your desire-filled gaze but, when his eyes locked with yours, a deeper connection hit him with more force than he had ever known with another woman before.

"Y/N. Oh god. I want you so fucking much” Robert groaned and since he didn’t usually swear or use the name of the holy lord, his very own words surprised him. Your name tore from his lips as he plundered your body, changing positions twice, before finding himself atop of you again.

His tongue drove into your mouth, sweeping inside, tasting, commanding, and taking what he needed. He could no longer restrain himself and he let himself go, fucking you the way he had wanted to ever since you had appeared in his life. With a growl of pure lust, he pumped his hips, plunging into you over and over. He could not get deep enough.

"Oh god, Robert. Take me” you moaned over and over again as he drove into you. Your body arched and undulated under his fevered lovemaking. The muscles of your channel clenched and spasmed around his length as a great bubble of pleasure rose up from your toes, engulfed you and burst into shards of explosive release that had you shuddering and sobbing.

"Let go for me Y/N” Robert groaned while he pinched your nipples, and you cried out again.

Your face and torso were flushed, your breath raspy, as you writhed beneath him and clawed at him while your body peaked again. You then cried out once more, and he lost it. A roar exploded from him as his body crested and he toppled over the edge. His length throbbed and pulsed, spilling his anguish and a steady stream of cum into you. He collapsed on you gasping, trying to regain his breath.

"Don't move, please" you said, your face still flushed with your excitement. You stroked his hair lovingly. "I like the way you feel inside me” you said while enjoying the little ebbing ripples from your tight walls against his cock. He smiled and kissed your lips softly and you continued this for a while until, eventually, he pulled out of you which caused some of your combined juices to leak from your slit and on to the sheets.

“So how did I do, Robert? Just fine?” you then asked just as Robert rolled to his side, facing you and caressing your face while you thought about this incredible explosive feeling he made you experience just moments ago.

“I actually cannot recall the last time I had sex that good” he gasped. His breath was still laboured as he looked at you and smiled.

“I am sure you say this to everyone” you joked after pressing a quick kiss on to Robert’s lips and before sitting up straight when, suddenly, it hit you and you came up with an idea.

“No, actually, I don’t” Robert said as he watched you get out of bed abruptly. “What are you doing?” he thus asked while you tippy toed across the room before standing right in front of the chalkboard in order to ask him a question.

“Have you figured how to get your hands on enough uranium yet? Because, going by my estimates, I believe that the US will never be able to secure enough for more than one bomb unless they work with their allies?” you then said somewhat suddenly, causing Robert to sit up as well and furrow his eyebrows.

“You know I cannot talk about this Y//N” he told you as you picked up the chalk and began to write down a formula.

“Alright, you don’t have to tell me anything. I do the talking and you take away what you want from it” you said as, still in your naked form, you wrote down a few calculations from your head.

“Y/N, your calculations don’t make sense…” Robert interrupted you until he realised that you were talking about two entirely different substances now.

“We aren’t talking about uranium anymore, are we?” he thus ought to clarify, causing you to chuckle.

“Well, you aren’t talking at all Robert. You can’t tell me anything, remember?” you teased before telling him that it was plutonium which you based your calculations on rather than uranium.

“Plutonium is too fragile” Robert pointed out which is when you dropped the chalk back on to the ledge of the board and shrugged your shoulders.

“Yes it is fragile, but it is powerful and you can extract more” you pointed out while, elegantly, crawling back into bed.

“It’s impractical nonetheless. It will be much more difficult to build a bomb using plutonium” Robert said while sill glancing at your calculations.

“Probably, which is why you need a bunch of people as smart as you are to figure out a way to make it work” you told him, causing Robert to pull you atop of him and kiss you again.

“There is something incredibly sexy about watching you calculate a reaction, completely naked, while talking to me about atoms” he then determined, earning him yet another quiet chuckle.

“If you say so” you teased while giving in to his many kisses and caresses.

“How do you feel about moving to the dessert with me?” Robert then wanted to know, causing you to pull away from him.

“You want me to come on to the project with you?” you asked somewhat surprised seeing that you were not even a postgrad student yet which, in your mind, made you unqualified.

“Yes. In fact, I think I need you” Robert told you nonetheless and with a great sense of determination, causing you to shake your head.

“You don’t need me Robert” you chuckled, seeing that he probably already had a group of well-known scientists on board, none of whom you could compete with.  

“But I do need you and it would just be you and me, working together during the day and then doing this at night” Robert responded to your statement while gently running his hands over your bare skin again in a suggestive kind of manner.

“Just you and me, huh?” you moaned before pushing Robert’s hand out of the way. “What about your wife?” you wanted to know, seeing that, no doubt, she would be there too.

“She has no desire to live in the middle of nowhere for a year or two, because this is how long it will take to make this bomb. She is not coming” Robert informed you while caressing your skin again, teasing you and making you ache with need and desire for him.

“Robert…” you gasped before his lips silenced you gently, kissing you passionately.

“Just think about it” he then told you after your lips drifted apart, causing you to nod.

“I will think about it and, maybe, there is a way you could make this proposal a little more appealing to me” you suggested just before you pushed Robert beneath you and assumed authority over him.

“How?” he asked while feeling your hand gently wrap around his hardening shaft.

“Well, for starters, you could fuck me again” you teased while stroking him.

“Right now?” Robert groaned while, again, you lined the head of his hard member up with your entrance, causing you to nod.

“Yes, right fucking now” you determined before sinking down on his cock, engulfing him completely, which was something you continued for a quite some time.

In fact, you made love for what felt like hours, up until one or two o’clock at night, following which Robert stayed with you, sharing a bed just like any other ordinary couple would until, suddenly, at 6 o’clock in the morning, you were startled by the arrival of someone unexpected, barging into your room.

To be continued…

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[anotherdragon]

you know, I was thinking earlier.

At first I was thinking about how desensitized the residents of Hatchetfield are to death and dissapearances. Grace said it herself: "This is Hatchetfield. People Go missing every day!" And you see it, too: how Max going missing and Richies death almost seems like an afterthought; and its played off as a joke, as 'oh haha look they care more about some football game than a kid going missing' but it really gets sadder if you think about it? Like imagine knowing that any day you or a family member or one of your closest friends could go missing at any time, and just needing to...except that. And it would explain Pete's admittedly little to no reaction to Richie and Ruth's deaths, while he still might be upset over it, he came to terms with that possibility years ago. everyone did. always at the back of each residents mind, that today it was a stranger, a name you wouldn't even remember an hour from now, but tomorow? It could be you. It could be someone you love.

And then i got thinking a bit more: we see a lot of shit like this throughout Hatchetfield (while its probably for the sake of keeping the episodes seperate, im pretty sure nmt2 all takes place in the same timeline, and like. Thirty people are mentioned to have died in Killer Track??? The honey queens go missing every year[well, leave town the day they went missing and never contact anyone in hatchetfield ever again but you have to admit thats suspicious] People just. going missing at Abstinence Camp and no one looking into it???) but all that aside. What I cant wrap my head around is 'Hatchet Town'. the entire song is about the citizens of hatchetfield getting paranoid and pointing fingers and in general getting aggressive over the murder of two teens. But??? 'By Best Of You' everyones just. stopped caring. Shapiro can be explained away a bit by her seeing Max, but with the killing of three teenagers, the mayors secretary and the 'disappearance' of the mayor any normal school would probably. Cancel homecoming. (I could probably also go into a whole thing about how the specific way richie was killed and the MESSAGE WRITTEN IN HIS BLOOD point towards the killer being a student. which you would really think would lead to the canceling of an event like this). And they just??? Decide to still hold the event??? (which is even funnier knowing that ANOTHER STUDENT GETS KILLED AT HOMECOMING)

So uh. Not even sure what the point of this post is anymore. I refuted my own post and then refuted that. Now im just confused. What The Fuck Is Going On In Hatchetfield. Why did all the residents of hatchetfield fucking swing to the other extreme for three minutes and fourty seconds. huh.

[pamsimmer]

When I made "Lunar" someone asked for a legacy challenge for human sims. So I finally wrote one!

Since some people don't like big legacies because it takes forever to finish, I made another small legacy! Only 5 gens.

If you know my stories from twitter or my "pamsimmerstories" you know I usually use a lot of adult themes and this is not different, so be aware this can be a little dark.

TW: Spouse death, while giving birth; Drug Use, alcohol and other drugs; Child Abuse, Neglect; Infetility

LEGACY CHALLENGE: "Dream Odyssey"

Basic Rules:

Start as a Young Adult - any gender you want

Normal/Long lifespan (which one you prefer)

You can use freerealestate cheat if you want to begin.

When I put ( / ) is because you can choose what you prefer or if you don’t have said pack you can choose the base game one.

Colors are not mandatory, but it could be fun?!

Requirements: Cottage Living, University, City Living, Nifty Knitting, Horse Ranch, Get Famous, Get Together, Snowy Scape, Island Living, Seasons, Parenthood.

Mods recommendations (Not required):

McCommand Center,

UI Cheats,

Long Distance Learning,

RPO.

Basemantal Drugs

Generation 1: “Dandelions” by Ruth B.

You moved from your parents to live in a big city and go to your dream college (San Myshuno Institute)*. You’ve always wanted to be a doctor/veterinarian and this was finally happening!

One day you met the love of your life in between classes (preferably someone you met that is also at uni) you get married, but one day you caught them cheating and you feel like this is the end of the world.

So you leave everything and go to Henford on Bagley and become a farmer. You meet someone that makes you open up again and you two have a beautiful family.

*if you don’t want to use mods like the ”Long Distance Learning” by Ravasheen, you can just pretend you’re going there living in San Myshuno

Traits: Good, Animal Enthusiast/Loves the Outdoors, The last one you pick, to make things interesting, pick a bad trait like high maintenance

Career: Start as University Student in San Myshuno (you can finish it and start the career or you can just drop university in the middle of your term); End up as a farmer in Henford

Skills: Logic/Vetenerian and Cross-Stitch

Hobby: Cross-Stitch or Knitting

Aspiration: Country Caretaker

Relationship: fall in love at university, get cheated on, runaway to Henford and meet someone new. You can have children with the first one if you want to or you can wait until you meet the second sim. It’s up to you.

Color: Green/Yellow

Generation 2: “High” by Miley Cyrus

You grew up in the middle of a bunch of animals, your parent was a nature freak and you became one as well. But your kind of animal is a bit different from your parent. You love horses and you dream in live at Chestnut Ridge and have your own horse and participate in competitions and earn money from it.

You find love, but when your wife is giving birth to your baby, she dies (your sim could be a woman and you use cheats to make her pregnant and if you don’t use mods as RPO/Pandasama you can also cheat to kill the sim).

[The Sims 4 killing cheats: [death.toggle true - kill your Sim] I've never used it, so I don't know if it really works]

So you see yourself as a single parent juggling between parenting and taking care of your horse and participating of competitions.

Traits: Horse Lover, Rancher, the last trait you choose.

Career: Autonomous as Horse Competitor, you can try odd jobs as well

Skills: Riding, Painting/Nectar Making

Hobby: Painting/Nectar Making

Aspiration: Championship Rider

Relationship: Meet someone, become a widow/er. You can find love again if you wish.

Color: Orange

Generation 3: “No Love In LA” by Palaye Royale

When you were born your mother died and you never met her. Your other parent was always busy with his horses and competitions that you now hate Chestnut.

You want more for your life. As soon as you age up, you go to Del Sol Valley and you’re finally able to follow your dream of becoming a star! You want to be a famous actor/actress. But not everything is like you thought it would be, you thought you would become a 5 star celebrity quickier than you did. But you never give up.

Find a celebrity and get married to them just for fame (I guess you’re gonna need cheats for them to meet).

[Modify Relationship

You'll need the full name of your Sim and the celebrity Sim (or vice versa). If it doesn't work, try " LTR_Friendship_Main" at the end.] (I also never tested this one...but in case you don't have mods, try this)

One day you’re gonna meet someone who’s a nobody and fall in love, you’re gonna cheat on your partner and get pregnant/get someone pregnant.

You have two choices:

leave your spouse and be with your love or

stay in a unhappy marriage and pretend the cheating never happened (if your sim is a male, never talk to the pregnant sim again and one day a child shows up at your door, this is gonna be the heir. And if your sims is a female, pretend the kid is your husband’s child. It doesn’t matter, you’re gonna fail as a parent no matter what).

Traits: Self-Assured, Ambitious, and a bad trait of your choosing

Career: Actor

Skills: Acting, Dancing, Photography

Hobby: Photography and also dancing, go to nightclubs often, drink a lot (if you don’t play with mods pretend your sims is an alcoholic, if you play with mods like basemental your sim is definitely an alcoholic and maybe had a drug addiction, let’s go dark here)

Aspiration: Master Actor

Relationship: Marry for fame and cheat on your partner and get pregnant of impregnate someone this is how your heir is gonna be made.

Color: Red

Generation 4: “Flares” by The Script

Your parent should never be a parent.

You grew up in a spolight because of your parent, but you hate it. Everything is so fucked up and you just want to run away as far as possible.

When you become a teen, you're going to run away from home and go to Mt Komorebi, drop from school and work in a part time job.

To scape your own mind you start a few hobbies such as snowboarding/skiing/climbing.

When you’re young adult you meet someone while doing one of those things and you two fall in love. You two start a family and are very happy.

Traits: Adventurous, Loner, and a trait of your preference

Career: Teen: Part Time Job; Young Adult: Salaryperson

Skills: Two of these: (You can choose: Snowboarding/Skiing/Climbing)

Hobby: Choose two from 3 (Snowboarding/Skiing/Climbing)

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast

Relationship: Find love when your sim is a young adult and this sim is gonna be actually happy :)

Color: Grey

Generation 5: “Light” by Sleeping At Last

Your parents were loving and you loved Mt Komorebi, but you feel like you need to run away from the cold mountains of Mt Komorebi.

When you grow up you want to live in a summery place, so you choose Sulani.

You fall in love more than once, but your relationships never work. You’re also infertile, but you want a kid so baaaad, so you decide to adopt one after years of trying.

You're going to raise a kid alone, maybe get yourself a dog as well? You want to be the best parent someone could be.

Traits: Family Oriented, Child of the Ocean, and a third trait of your choosing

Career: Any of the freelancer careers

Skills: Parenting, Flower Arrenging/Singing

Hobby: Flower Arrenging/Singing

Aspiration: Superparent

Relationship: All your relationships will fail, no matter how hard you try. One day you finally realize it and just accept that you’re going to be alone and you can be happy like this. Then you adopt a child (could be a baby if you want to) and maybe a pet as well.

Color: Blue

[blackcorvette]

Own My Mind

Summary: 1986. Hawkins, Indiana. It’s not your fault that you’re pulled into the messy secrets and hidden world of your small town. It’s not your fault that two of your new acquaintances seem to be fond of you, and not of each other.

Warnings: Language. Stranger Things central violence. Spelling errors, grammar mistakes, and rushed writing. Eventual smut… (buckle in, it’s a long ride.) MDNI

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: Things are finally picking up!!! Let’s see how this plays out for us <3 (I’m going insane trying to write the next installments without deleting every word I add…)

Currently Reading: Part Four

Masterlist

“Okay, be honest.” Steve asks, pacing the floor of the basement while you, Lucas, and Dustin sit on the sofa reading the prints Nancy and Robin had brought from the library. “You guys understand any of this?”

“No.” Both you and Lucas reply at the same time.

Dustin, the boy you’ve determined is either way too smart or too chaotic for his own good, seems to disagree. “It’s pretty straightforward.”

“Oh, straightforward, really?” Steve responds sarcastically, lowering his copy.

“Well what’s confusing to you? So far everyone Vecna has cursed has died, except for this old Victor Creel dude Nancy found.” Dustin explains, as if it’s common knowledge, making you drop your own copy to listen. “He’s the only known survivor. If anyone knows how to beat this curse, it’s him.”

“Yeah, that’s assuming he was cursed, Henderson, which we don’t even know.”

“How could Vecna have existed back in the fifties?” You press your hands to your eyes, feeling a headache coming on. “It doesn’t even make sense.”

“As far as we know, Eleven didn’t create the upside down.” Dustin’s words only make your head spin more and more. “She opened a gate to it. The upside down has probably been around for thousands of years, millions. I wouldn’t be surprised if it predated the dinosaurs-”

“Dinosaurs? What are we doing?”

“Okay, okay.” Lucas cuts in, looking up from his paper. “But if a gate didn’t exist in the fifties, how did Vecna get through?”

“Oh, and, how’s he gettin through now?”

“And why now?”

“And why then? He just pops out in the fifties, kills one family, and he’s like, ‘Eh, I’m good.’ Poof, he just disappears, just, gone?” Steve waves a hand, emphasizing his words. “Only to return thirty years later and start killing some random teens? Nah, I don’t buy it.”

“Not one bit.” You toss your paper aside, standing from the sofa to stretch your legs and try to organize the thoughts cluttering your mind.

“Straightforward, my ass.” Steve shakes his head, looking up to Dustin. “You know, honestly, Henderson. A little humility every now and then, it wouldn’t hurt you.”

You let out a huff, recognizing the ironic nature of that statement, knowing damn well that Steve could have taken his own advice the night before. He seems to catch onto your thought, his eyes glancing over you for a half second before he drops onto the empty armchair.

The quiet only lasts a moment before Dustin speaks again, his eyes set across the room where Max sits at the small desk. “Any idea what she’s writing?” Everyone turns their eyes towards her, seeing the movement of her arm as she writes. “Did she sleep?”

You’re the one to answer, replying with another question. “I mean, would you?”

The basement door is thrown open at that moment, Nancy and Robin bounding down the steps with purpose, folders in hand.

“Okay, so.” Nancy speaks. “We have a plan.”

Robin passes a folder to Steve, while Nancy holds tight to her own, which means you have to lean over the back of Steve’s seat to read some thing of importance.

“Thanks to Nancy’s newspaper minions, we are now rockstar psychology students at the University of Notre Dame.” Robin says, after pulling up a stool to sit on.

Nancy has moved everyone's stuff off of the other armchair and is now sitting there after passing her folder to Dustin. “I’m now Ruth.”

“And I’m Rose.” Robin continues.

Dustin looks over the file and then at Nancy, with an impressed nod. “Nice GPA.”

“Thanks.” She smiles, as though it weren’t faked for a fraudulent document. “So we called Pennhurst Asylum and told them we’d like to speak with Victor Creel, for a thesis we’re co-writing on paranoid schizophrenics.”

“To which they said no.” Robin chimes.

“-But we landed a three o’clock with the director.” Nancy gives.

Robin continues. “Now, all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor.”

Nancy nods, looking across the room. “Then maybe we can rid Max of this curse.”

“Yeah, about that.” Steve says. “We’ve been doing our Victor Creel homework, and uh, we’ve got some questions.”

“Lots of questions.” Lucas adds.

“So do we.” Nancy says. “Hopefully, Victor has the answers.”

“Wait, wait, wait a second.” Steve looks up, closing the file. “Where’s mine?”

The look Nancy gives him makes your stomach twist, knowing that for the second mine that you’ve witnessed, she’s left Steve on the sidelines. And though you’re still frustrated with him for last night, the way she lets him down makes you wish she weren’t a factor in all of this so much more. You have to swallow back the urge to curse, instead hoping that your presence by Steve's side is enough to ease even a fraction of the disappointment she’s caused.

“Nancy?” The almost heartbroken realization in his voice makes you frown, your eyes landing on the girl with a silent wish that she had thought about him, maybe has his fake ID stored away.

That hope is easily broken when she excuses herself and starts to go back up the basement stairs. Steve stands and follows her, and you quickly go after them.

“Nancy?” He continues to ask, despite the way she bounds up two flights of stairs before going into her bedroom, you and Steve right behind. The pink walls and white furniture are unsurprising, but you had almost expected there to be some sort of horrible surprise waiting for you.

“Nancy, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m babysitting again.” Steve crosses his arms.

“Okay, first of all, they’re not babies anymore. And Max is in real danger. She needs people around her.” While you agree with her words, you still can’t get over the intention behind them.

“I know, but why is it always me?”

Robin is through the door next, her attention immediately drawn to the wall. “Oh my God, you have a Tom Cruise poster!”

You look at the wall- and there is the horrible surprise. Alright- admittedly a bit more handsome than horrible. “You have a Tom Cruise poster?”

“That’s old.” Nancy looks over her shoulder from where she’s opened her closet to dig through hanging clothes. “Can you please just not touch anything?”

When she turns, you intentionally reach for her vanity, shuffling a few things around in completely unadulterated spite while Steve talks. “I just- I can’t do anything here, Nance. Maybe, I can be helpful with this asylum director dude. I don’t know, I could, like- I could turn on my charm.”

“Not the kind of charm we need.”

“Ouch.” He turns away.

“No, I just.” She sighs, and you almost feel bad for her, until she continues to make excuses for herself. “Look, I did a little digging last night, and it turns out this Dr. Hatch is a distinguished fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay? This is a lifelong student of the world and if we’re gonna win him over, we’re gonna have to convince him that we are too. And that like him, we are true academic scholars.”

Robin continues to awe over Nancy’s belongings, while you digest the fact that she had just insulted Steve Harrington several times without once even directing it towards him.

“Academic scholar?” He asks when Robin opens a music box to admire the sound and tiny ballerina figure spinning around. “She’s giving you an academic scholar vibe? Yeah?”

“No…but.” Nancy raises a dust-blush colored dress by the hanger. “She will.”

Robin steps back, looking at the dress with a healthy amount of discomfort. “Oh, please, tell me that you’re joking.”

You finally find your voice, tired of sitting back and playing quietly. “She’s not. She wants to shove you into that pastel colored sheet and parade you around like a horse. But, you won’t be doing it alone. I’m going with you.”

Robin and Nancy both snap their eyes in your direction. The heat of Steve’s gaze is evident on the side of your face, but you attempt to keep cool and hope he understands that what you’re doing isn't as selfish as Nancy makes it sound.

“What do you mean?” She asks, her tone almost shrill with a fusion of shock and audacity.

“I mean, that I’m going to get all dressed up, and join your little thesis project.” You take the dress, passing it to a reluctant Robin. “You didn’t think to make an alias for Steve, but you didn’t sort out the extra identities that you chose from. I’m going to take one of the extra.”

“You can’t just-”

“Actually, she can.” Steve pushes away from the dresser he’d leaned on. “Three is better than two, and maybe with her, you'll find a lead and get out of there without a scene.”

“A scene?” Nancy asks, her eyes darting between you and him. “It’s a simple task. Get in, get information, and get out.”

“Then it won’t be a problem.” You give her a flat smile, crossing your arms over your chest and standing your ground. “I’m more than capable of doing that. And if there are three of us, it’ll mean an extra set of eyes and ears.”

“We don’t need-”

“Actually, I’d rather she did come with us? I’m not sure how cut out I am for a whole spy mission in an asylum.” Robin says with a raised hand.

Nancy is quiet, her eyes moving between everyone else in the room, as if searching for a reasonable explanation to forcing you out of the equation, though you had been the one to impose yourself. When she can’t seem to find one, she sighs and shuts her closet doors.

“Don’t screw this up.”

When she walks out of the room, you take a deep breath and lean against the iron frame of her bed. Steve sighs, the two of you listening to Robin escape to the hallways and Nancy already moving down the stairs.

“I’m sorry.” You say before he can speak. “I’m not trying to take this chance from you, but if I can’t help here, I want to.”

He nods, rubbing his eyes. “They had extra identities for you, not for me. It's fine. It’s better if you go, they need whatever help they can get.”

It’s too much. The disappointment, the hurt in his eyes as he resigns himself to the role imposed on him. He wants nothing more than to be in the action, to do something worth the risk. And yet he’s left behind by the one person who can offer it to him, and not for the first time.

“I could stay.” You say before you can think it over again, though you know that you would stay if he asked. “I could watch over the kids with you, or just…I could stay.”

His eyes meet yours, and it almost eases every bit of distress you feel. “No. Go with them, just don’t get killed or arrested, okay?”

You nod, standing up straight. “Okay.”

====

Listening to Nancy talk the entire way to the Asylum, attempting to give you and Robin exact instructions on how to act, down to crossing your legs, right over left when sitting- it’s absolutely terrible. You try your best to ignore her nagging without missing anything truly important.

The Asylum itself comes into view through the windows almost forty minutes into the pseudo torture. The building its tall, made of brick with spires and dozens of large windows. The car drives down the road under an iron archway formed into the name of the asylum. You decide that it’s no more unsettling than visiting an older college campus, the architectural style mimicking several others, meant to appear like an upper class European university while using Baroque techniques.

There is no true parking lot, at least, Nancy forgoes search for one in favor of parking along the roadside between several other cars. You climb out of the back seat, Nancy and Robin out of the front, before making your way to the entrance of the building a few yards away.

While Robin struggles with the heels Nancy had given her to wear, Nancy walks slightly ahead, eager to be the first into the asylum.

“I can’t breathe in this thing. And I’m itchy and I’m itching all over.” Robin’s voice rises, matching the uncomfortable way she carries herself in these clothes.

“It’s not all about comfort.” Nancy tells her almost in a directory manner, as if she’s supposed to be suffering a reaction to her clothing. “Okay? We’re academics.”

“Who are evidently coming straight from Easter brunch.” Robin snaps back, and you fight to hide a smile. “Also, this bra you gave me is really pinching my boobs.”

“Okay- Could you just, let me do the talking? Is that even possible?”

“Nancy.” You chide, but Robin is already coming back with her own spitfire response, securing your love for her even further.

“It’s not only possible, it’s inevitable. Because shortly, I’ll be dead from strangulation.”

Nancy ignores her complaints, picking up her pace to push through the entrance doors and walk towards the front desk, where a nurse sits rippling down at a paperback book in her lap. Nancy leans over the desk, smiling down at the woman, attempting to catch her attention.

The nurse, an older woman wearing a neat uniform and round glasses, looks up at Nancy with a sour expression. “May I help you?”

“Yes, please.” Nancy says to her with a smile that reminds you to never look so needlessly and annoyingly chipper. “My…associates and I have a meeting with Dr. Hatch. Three o’clock?”

The nurse looks down at her desk then lets out a sigh and lifts a wooden clipboard towards Nancy. “Sign in. Visiting hours end at nine and there is no wandering allowed.”

“Oh…okay.” Nancy takes the clipboard, signing herself in as Ruth before passing it to Robin, who signs as Rose. “It’s for our thesis, we’re studying-”

“Nine o’clock. Sharp. No wandering.” The nurse slides the partition shut, leaving Nancy staring at the frosted glass.

“Wow.” You say, unable to hide a grin as you place the pen in its spot after signing your alias name on the printed line, Francine. “She really seemed to like you, Nance.”

A set of guards step into view, one waving a hand for the three of you to follow. Nancy mutters a few insults under her breath, but you don’t care enough to argue, feeling more like laughing at the way she so clearly dislikes your presence. “Let’s just get in, do this, and get out. Got it?”

Robin walks beside you, her eyes wide as she watches Nancy stalk away, in the direction of the office. “So…is there some sort of tension here that I don’t understand or…?”

“I’m pretty certain she hates me.”

“Oh, for sure.” Robin nods. “But why?”

You shrug, smoothing the fabric of your soft blue blouse. “I’m not sure, and I don’t think I really care enough to find out.”

The room is located in the east wing, the wooden walls and doors polished and oiled, making no sound as the three of you are shown into Dr. Hatch’s office. He sits quietly, only nodding in greeting as the three of you sit in the provided chairs. Robin and Nancy are two across from him, and you left to sit in a chair against the wall.

“We have our transcripts here.” Nancy says, skipping any more greeting formalities in order to get straight to the point. “Rose, Francine, and Mine.”

“Old fashioned names, that’s nice.” He hums, flipping through the folder she slides towards him. “Not as nice as your credentials. Three-point-nine GPAs, all of you. Impressive.”

“And this is a recommendation from Professor Brantley.” She passes him an official looking paper.

“Yeah, I know Larry.” He takes the paper, looking it over with a soft smile before setting it aside and taking off his glasses. “Quite well, actually. You know what they say, those who can’t do, teach.”

The three of you laugh off the sudden worry that his relationship with the man you’ve pretended to earn a recommendation letter from, might have complicated things.

“Uh, yes, yes. That’s actually why we’re here.” Nancy tries to recover the ground you haven’t yet lost. “I mean, we can only learn so much in a classroom.”

“And I’m sympathetic to your struggle, truly. But there is a protocol for visiting a patient like Victor.” Dr. Hatch says, leaning forward to stress the issue at hand. “You have to put in a request. And then you have to undergo a screening process, at which point the board will make a decision.”

A sense of dread sinks into your chest, you hadn’t realized how deep you've fallen into the depths of this mess until he speaks to you three- until you remember that you are using a fake name, with fake information, to get information from an asylum patient. All in an effort to save the life of a stranger, from a monster in another dimension.

It makes you feel sick, but you dig your fingernails into your palms and maintain yourself, head kept high and swallowing down any and all fear that may compromise the task.

“I can see you’re disappointed.” He continues, sliding the folders and letters back towards Nancy and Robin. “But I’m more than happy to give you a tour of our facility. Perhaps you can even speak to some patients in our low security wing?”

“And we…we would love that.” Nancy says, doing nothing to hide the desperation. “It’s just that, um, our thesis is due next month.”

“And you’re out of time.” Dr. Hatch finishes sternly. “Who’s fault is that?”

Mentally, you are yelling, wondering why she hadn’t thought things through well enough- not only diminishing the image you each are attempting to maintain as distinguished academic scholars, but she’s putting you in a bad spot, almost certainly ruining the entire product of the visit.

“Ours, absolutely. And I do apologize.”

“Don’t apologize, Ruth. Screw that.” Robin, at least, is ready to clean up the act without giving into unjust wrongs. “The fact of the matter is, we did put in a request, months ago and were denied. And then we reapplied and were denied again. And coming here was our last-ditch effort to save our thesis. And I really- I can’t breathe in this thing.”

“Uh, well, Rose. Maybe you’d like to go outside and get some air.” Nancy cuts in with the same unhelpful words.

“Maybe I should, Ruth.” Robin stands, her acting suddenly worthy of an award. “Because I’m starting to think this whole thing is a colossal mistake. I’m breaking out in a rash. My boobs hurt. And I’ll tell you the truth, Anthony. May I call you Anthony?”

He nods, unphased by the speech.

“These aren’t actually my clothes. I borrowed them because I wanted you to take us seriously. Because nobody takes girls seriously in this field, they just don’t. We don’t look the part, or whatever, but can I tell you a story? Nineteen seventy-eight, I was at summer camp. And my counselor Drew told me and everyone in Cabin C the true story of the Victor Creel Massacre. And little Petey McHew? You know Petey, right, Francine?”

“Of course.” You answer, hoping that your sheepish expression comes off as though recalling a distant memory.

“Yeah. Little Petey McHew started sobbing right there on the spot. Full on hyperventilating. All all the other campers? Couldn’t sleep for weeks. And I couldn’t either, but not because I was scared. Because I was obsessed with the question, what would drive a human being to commit such unimaginable acts? Other kids, they wanted to be astronauts, basketball players, rock stars- but I wanted to be you.”

That’s when you see it. The shift in the way Dr. Hatch looks at her, from unbothered to now intrigued, proud even.

“I wanted to be you.” Robin goes on. “So, forgive me, if I’ll now try anything in my power- including wearing this ridiculous outfit, if I might get to speak to the man that ignited my passion and learn a little more about how his twisted, but let’s face it, totally fascinating mind works. So, yes, we don’t have the official paperwork. But don’t tell me that cry-baby Petey McHew wouldn’t have gotten an audience with Victor in moments, if he’d ask politely because you and I both know that he would.”

He leans back in his charge, and the fear turns to something good. Without Robin, you wouldn’t have made it.

The light in her eyes is still shining, her head high and back straight as she cools. “So…ten minutes with Victor. That’s all I ask.”

Dr. Hatch is quiet, not saying a word to any of you, or even to call in security. The silence hangs in the air like the blade of a guillotine over your heads, waiting to decide your fate. And it stays like that, for too long, letting your excitement deflate and your anxiety to creep in- Then he stands and gestures for you to follow. Together, you walk out the office door, and he informs his secretary that he’d be back in thirty minutes, leading you towards your final destination, deep into the asylum.

For several minutes, you fear that he’s escorting you out, but then the tour starts. He shows you the grounds, speaks about the health of the patients and the responsibilities of the staff. He talks you through the process of receiving and releasing patients, as well as monitoring progress and regression.

The grounds are green and lush with flowers and grass. The staff is kind, and easy speaking to the patients. And the listening room, Dr. Hatch calls it a place of refuge.

Painted a sea blue color, there is a chalkboard on the wall, several records strewn around, and music playing aloud. Some patients wear headphones, listening to tapes on personal players.

“We found that music has a particularly calming effect on the broken mind.” He says, leading you through the listening room. “The right song, particularly one which holds some personal meaning can prove a salient stimulus. But there are those who are…beyond a cure.”

“Any music?” Your question comes without thinking, but you don’t attempt to take it back, curiosity winning over sense. “Any genre? Or does one work better than the others?”

“Any music, Miss…”

“Francine.” You give him your new name easily, already forming another question. “This sort of therapy, does it work on hostile patients?”

He nods slowly. “Our establishment uses a reward based system. Low-Security patients are allowed to utilize the listening room if they’ve shown no signs of violence against themselves or others, however we have conducted studies. The music, whichever genre it may be, can at times help calm even the hostile patients.”

“That’s fascinating.” You begin to ask whether or not other facilities use this technique, when Nancy cuts a glare in your direction.

Shoving away your curiosity, you fall silent as you leave the room and walk through another hallway, then into a stairwell. It’s a maze, the asylum. You can barely keep track of your location in relation to the entrance of the building- and for a moment you worry about whether you’d be able to navigate back in the case of an emergency.

The worry seems to grow when you are on the last flight of stairs, coming to face the stone walls and a large metal door with a tiny glass window, manned by a security guard with a heavy stare and unyielding face.

“Uh, Dr. Hatch?” Nancy calls the doctor's name as you move down the final steps, her eyes not even landing in the cell. “Do you think it might be possible for us to speak to Victor alone?”

You consider what’s behind the door, and for a moment you hope that the man insists on security following.

“Alone?” He asks.

“Yes, alone.” You step between Nancy and Robin, schooling your face into one of determination. “I think that we would just love the challenge of speaking with Victor without the safety net of an expert such as yourself.”

Robin nods. “Then we could really rub it in Professor Bradley’s face when we get back to campus-”

You bite your tongue, praying that he hadn’t caught onto the minor slip that she had made- only to have your stomach drop when you see the way his brows furrow.

“Professor Bradley?” He asks. “I don’t believe I know a Professor Bradley.”

“Brantley! She-” Nancy does little to fix the situation, speaking too loudly too quickly. “She meant to say Brantley.”

“Didn’t I say Brantley? What did I say- Sorry, silly me.” Robin speaks in a rushed voice. “Words, letters- guess I’m just nervous. I mean excited! So excited to speak with Victor. Preferably, as she said, alone?”

More silence, something you are beginning to detest coming from the doctor. But he smiles after considering your words. “Yes, why not? You’ve caught me in a rebellious mood. And there’s something rather urgent I need to check on anyways, so…sure.”

The final statement twists your stomach and you realize- he’s onto you. He might not have been moments ago, but now he is.

“Keep a close eye on them.” He tells the guard, then nods with a small smile and skirts past you back up the stairs.

While the other two women thank him, you stay quiet, your eyes following him until he’s out of view and the guard has opened the door. You only look away when the guard leads you through the cell door, closing it before opening the bar door, and closing that one again before walking you down the long hall of barred cells for singular patients…prisoners.

“Do not startle him. Do not touch him. Do not pass him anything. Stand five feet away from the bars at all times. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.” You all respond, but you’re only half listening- already forming a plan of escape, because soon you’d be revealed as frauds.

The guard, a bastard of a man, ignores his own rules. He drags his baton across the bars of the last cell, a loud clanking metal clanking meant to disturb the old man hunched over the desk inside.

“Victor!” He taunts, leaning against the wall just inches from the bars. “Today’s your lucky day! You got visitors. Real pretty ones.”

You level your eyes at his, your jaw clenched and your hands folded in front of you, but the weight in your pocket reminds you that you aren’t completely defenseless here. No matter how large the disgusting man is, three women and the anger in their hearts might be enough to escape, when paired with the switchblade in your skirt.

Victor is scratching at the desk, the sound unnerving and the guard shrugs. “Must be in one of his moods. Have fun.”

Then the guard walks away, having the gall to look over his shoulder twice, not at the cells but at the three of you, dressed up and standing in the dark cell tunnel. You feel safer when he’s gone, even locked into the tunnel with several hostile patients.

Now alone, Nancy speaks.

“Victor?” He doesn’t respond, still scratching, making low guttural noises, like a caged animal. “My name is Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. And this is…”

“Robin Buckley.”

Telling him your name, your real name, and step forward- still several feet from the bars. “We have some questions.”

“I don’t talk to reporters.” He spits scratching again, deeper. “Hatch knows that.”

“We’re not reporters.” You move closer, promising that to him, hoping to get into his good graces. “We’re here because…we believe you. And because we need your help.”

“Whatever killed your family.” Robin joins you, closer to the bars. “We think it’s back.”

The scratching stills, the last of it echoing down the hall in a way that sends a chill down your spine. And then, he turns- revealing a scarred, eyeless face.

[storiesfromafan]

Dandelion

A/N: Back with Part 2! If you haven’t read Traitor, please do :) Hope this one lives up to what I wish it too. Haha. There will be a Part 3, just not sure when it will be up. As I haven’t started writing it yet. Been in a bit of a writers burnout.

Feel free to comment/message me with idea’s or anything.

Pairing: Mattheo x Fem!Reader Ravenclaw

Out of all the season’s Spring had always been your favourite, Mattheo recalled as he found himself out in a small field of wildflowers, that was a reasonable distance from the castle. It was a spot you both had spent every free moment at in Spring together. But now he was here alone, no you by his side. And it was his own responsibility you weren’t, for he ended it with you over four months ago. He had done it for the right reason, saving you from his father. From getting hurt because of him. Saving you from his darkness. Yet he missed the light you brought to his life. He missed who he was with you.

Brushing his fingers over various wildflowers that surrounded him, Mattheo recalled their individual names. Such as oxeye daisy, lesser celandine, cow parsley, dandelion. The last one being a mix of yellow flowers and the seed heads, most commonly picked and blown, its white sprouts flying off into the sky. A past time you enjoyed, claiming to make a wish with everyone. Nearly everything in his everyday routine and life reminded him of you.

When someone would say his name. Mattheo recalled how you would say his name; be it when you were happy, sad, angry, scared, breathless, sleepy, laughing. Or when he flirted with Anna. He remembered the first time he flirted with you, you had either been oblivious to it or playing hard to get. Because he knew you liked him, as he liked you too. You’d been a bit of a challenge, but in the end you both won when you got together. He hadn’t known anyone like you, still didn’t. He knew there would never be another you. He was glad about that. There was no one like his Y/N…or rather was his Y/N, he had to remind himself of that a lot.

Maybe, it's the way you say my name

Maybe, it's the way you play your game

But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you

But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

You had come into his life during a hard time. His father and the Death Eater’s had been plotting and planning their next move and possible future moves. His father had been continuously hard on him, and only getting worse. The expectations he had to live up to were great, greater than anyone his age. But then there was you.

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

Meeting you at a Ministry party that he attended with Lucius and Draco. Your father putting the three of you together. You all knew each other, or rather knew of each other, rarely your path’s crossed. There were a few classes together, but Mattheo had never talked to you. But he was glad he had been placed with you, for talking to you was a breath of fresh air. You treated him and Draco like any other student. You tried to make conversation, and he tried to return it, which you were grateful for. And from there it only became more. Once back at school he seeked you out, making time to chat with you. Talking turned to flirting, and flirting led to dating. Then you became his Ravenclaw beauty, then Ravenclaw Princess after you helped him through so many spiraling moments because his father.

Mattheo picked one of the dandelions with the fuzzy white seed heads, bringing it up and examining it. He never saw the fascination you had in the weed. It didn’t hold any real beauty like a rose, but it had a unique quality.

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

He recalled the first time you’d both came to this spot. You had named the wildflowers before laying down on the grass, the wildflowers surrounding you. He thought you look breathtakingly beautiful; you were made for wildflowers. From how your soft locks sprawled out around you, to the content smile that graced your tempting lips.

Then there were your eyes. Your bright E/C orbs staring up at him, a warmth and admiration shining in your eyes as you looked at him. It brought a soft smile to his lips, as you returned his smile. In that moment Mattheo felt comfortable, at ease from how your warmth brought him happiness.

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

Mattheo slowly twirled the dandelion between his fingers, as the memories crossing his mind of you reminded him of what he missed. Silently praying he had kept you by his side. Anger slowly began to build, anger at himself for hurting you. But he slowly let it go, reminding himself over and over it was to save you.

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

I think that you are the one for me

You. The brightness in that darkness of his life. The tether that kept him grounded. The one who showed him compassion and love, knowingly or unknowingly. You were everything to him. You were the one for him...but he couldn’t allow that.

The memory of the Yule Ball came to Mattheo’s mind. The first time he’d seen you dressed like the Princess you were. The dress you’d had chosen to wear was the perfect shade of F/C, fitted your frame perfectly with a skirt that flowed to the floor like water. The neckline was tasteful and the straps just thick enough and perfectly adjusted against your skin. Your neck and shoulders were on display, as your hair was up.

'Cause it gets so hard to breathe

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy

Mattheo, watching you walk towards him, left him speechless. And with some tempting thoughts. Upon coming to stand before the Slytherin male, the bright smile you gave him caused his heart to skip a beat. This beauty before him had chosen him. You took his arm, while greeting him. The happiness and pride Mattheo felt as he led you into The Great Hall, eyes looking at you both, had him standing taller and confident.

That night you had both danced the night away; be it a formal dance or when the Weird Sisters took over the stage, and you both just let go. Mattheo was able to let go, a night to be free. You were just as free. Laughing, dancing and showing Mattheo attention. From dancing together, holding hands or little kisses. He had wished that moment could have been forever.

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

Being the gentleman that he was, and wanting every possible moment with you, Mattheo had walked you back to the Ravenclaw house door. During the walk you had both tried to take as long as possible. First taking a long route to the door, walking slowly, taking moments to appreciate paintings or sculptures on the walk. Anything and everything to make this moment together last.

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay, when I see you smile, smile

Eventually you made it to your destination. You both looked at each other, neither wanting to unlock your hands from the other. Mattheo brought his hand up to brush some of your framing hair behind your ear, before cupping your cheek with that hand.

“You look so beautiful tonight” he said softly, eyes locked with your own.

“Yes...you already told me that” you replied just as softly, scared if you were any louder it would break the moment.

Mattheo smiled. “I know, but you deserve to be told every minute of every day how beautiful you are”.

Those words of his made your breath hitch, before shakily exhaling. These were the moments you treasured. The reassurance of Mattheo’s feelings. He might not speak of his feelings for you, but words like this, with the looks he gave you, spoke louder than anything.

Moving closer, Mattheo finally dipped his head down and captured your lips with his. The peck was soft, testing the waters. Pulling back, he looked to your eyes, and seeing the joy and restlessness in them, he went in again. This time he was firmer, tongue coming out to run along your bottom lip for permission. You didn’t waste time, opening your mouth to him. Mattheo took the lead, his tongue dancing with your own, in a breathtaking kiss. You both could feel how the other felt.

Pulling back when air was needed, you both watched the other with a blissful smile on your faces. Mattheo continued to caress your cheek as you watched each other. But time was fleeting, and you both had to part ways. With one final peck to your lips, Mattheo stepped back, his hand leaving your cheek.

“Goodnight Princess” he said softly. “Till the morning”.

You nodded your head, “goodnight, Theo”.

Reluctantly you turned from him and stepped up to the Ravenclaw door. Briefly you stopped and looked over your shoulder at him. He gave you a cheeky smile and a final goodnight, and you then passed through the door. It closed with a small noise. And Mattheo was left alone, but he felt on top of the world.

Tossing the dandelion from his hands, Mattheo scrunched up his face at the weed. How silly it was the believe making a wish on the weed would come true. It was childish. Yet you did it. You believed in it. You had confided in him that once you’d made a wish on the weed, asking to do well in Snape's class once, for the potion you’d be making was tricky. And you had managed to not ruin it. So, it became almost a ritual of yours, making wishes on weeds.

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

Looking at the dandelions around him, Mattheo contemplated taking a page from your book. But then the rational side of him told him too not be stupid. So, he turned from the weed and back to the school in the distance. But the curiosity of making a wish crept up, and with a sigh Mattheo picked another dandelion.

He glared at the weed, silently telling it to work. Drawing in a breath, he blew the white fuzzy seeds from the weed, and thinking ‘I wish my father doesn’t hurt her...’

Dandelion, into the wind you go

Won't you let my darling know?

Dandelion, into the wind you go

Won't you let my darling know that?

Mattheo put everything into that wish. He didn’t want anything to happen to you. He wanted to keep you safe, from his father...and from him. With what was to come, he would wish on every weed on the grounds if he had too. If anything happened to you, Mattheo wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

Picking another dandelion, he intended to make the same wish, hoping to make it come true. But before he blew the fuzzy white seeds, you came to mind clearly. And as he released his breath, freeing the seeds, he found himself wishing to see you right then.

He watched the seeds float up in the sky, dancing from the breeze before floating off back towards the castle. For a moment he watched them float before disappearing, and an approaching form came into his line of vision. As they got closer, Mattheo’s breath caught in his throat, as he saw who it was. You. If his wish had been answered so soon, would his first wish come true too?

When you drew closer you finally realized your spot had been taken. For sitting there among the wildflowers was the last person you wanted to see; Mattheo. The look that crossed your face was sour, which Mattheo saw. You went to turn around and head back to the castle before he got up quickly, calling your name.

“Y/N! Wait” Mattheo called standing a meter behind you.

You looked over your shoulder, “what?” You spat.

Mattheo sighed. “You...you can have the spot” he said softly, looking down at the ground. “I was going to leave anyways”.

He walked around you slowly, and once he was five steps from you, Mattheo stopped before turning back to you. You had been watching him the whole time, studying him closely. You noted the sullen look upon his face, how his eyes lack any shine and how he seemed to have no fight. He was a shell of himself, like you had seen time and time before.

“Are you alright?” You found yourself asking, not thinking. For he was meant to be the bad guy.

Your question caused his heart to ache. Even after all he had done you still asked if he was alright. You may not entirely care, but still took time to ask him. Sighing Mattheo looked away from you. Unsure how to answer you. He didn’t want to lie, nor did he want to upset you. Damned if he do, damned if he didn’t.

“I’m...okay” he breathed, trying to convince himself. “Things have been...hard lately, with home”.

You nodded. “Understandable” you said softly, watching his every movement. Not fully believing his words. For there was truth but also a bit of skirting around it.

Silence took over after that, the spring breeze picking up in that moment. You watched as the breeze tossed Mattheo’s curls around. How you had missed combing your hands through those curls. It was something Mattheo had enjoyed; it soothed his mind and relaxed him. The temptation to do it now growing strong, for the boy before you were in turmoil. You shook your head at the thought of being close to the one who broke your heart.

You had thought it was the breeze playing tricks, but seeing his moving lips showed it was Mattheo who spoke. “I’m sorry” was what he said softly, almost missed by your ears.

At first you were shocked by his apology, followed by a small warm feeling in your chest. Before it died and a slow burn of anger began to take hold of you. How could his words make up for everything? How could he so bluntly say sorry.

“Excuse me?” You questioned, tone a little sharp.

Mattheo looked to you, and seeing your reaction to his words, he was shocked. He had hoped it would have helped. “I’m sorry” he repeated turning to face you. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like I did”.

You blinked a few times, blood slowly coming to a boil. “How can you just say that?” You questioned a little loudly. “How does apologizing make up for what I’ve been through?”

Valid questions Mattheo noted. “It doesn’t. But I want you to know that I am sorry-”

You scoffed. “Yeah right. The Mattheo Riddle I know would never say sorry. He might show it, but never openly apologize”.

He frowned. “That is true, but I wanted to put it into words. I at least owe you that”.

“You owe me nothing! Nor do I want it!” you yelled, hands clenching. “You hurt me. Simple as that. And for that I don’t want your apology. So, keep it”.

Mattheo nodded his head. “I deserve that”. His face fell, eyes looking at the ground. He looked so weak.

You took a step back. Taking in his demeanor. You could see cracks of how effected Mattheo was. You wondered how long before it would shatter. The want to hold him, run your fingers through his curls while telling him that he was alright, was strong. And though you didn’t want to, you decided to say the next words.

And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

“It’s alright” you sighed. “I don’t entirely forgive you, but I half accept it” you said watching his face.

Hearing your words, Mattheo’s eyes snapped to you. His dull brown eyes, now shinning with confusion, looked right into your E/C orbs. He could see how unsure you were in their reflection. But with it was a small familiar look; admiration. After all he’d done, you still admired him. Part of you wanted him to apologize but majority of you wanted to punch his pretty face.

“You do?” He choked out. “Why?”

Your face softened, thinking over his words. “I won’t lie. I was hurt. I was angry” you looked him dead in the eyes. “But what has it gotten me? Where has it gotten me? It has left me bitter, and it’s gotten me no where”.

He nodded his head slowly.

“So, I’d rather accept some of it than nothing. Because I look back at our time together and I know I was happy” you said fondly, memories coming to mind. “You made me happy Theo. And I would love to see you in as much agony as me, but part of me still hates to see it”.

“Just part?” Mattheo said with a small smirk, trying to lighten the moment. Which you softly smile at.

There might be so much, good and bad between you both, but some familiarity was there. As well as some closure. He said sorry, and you believed me meant it. You had half accepted his apology, which lightened Mattheo’s worries.

You both continued to stare at the other. Unsure what to say, or what to do. But you were the one to break eye contact when you turned, planning to take the spot Mattheo had been occupying. He looked at you, mind thinking so many things. But the one thought screaming to him was your safety. He had to make sure you were safe.

Wishing on dandelions all of the time

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

“Would it be strange if I asked you to stay away from Hogwarts next year...to not come back?” Mattheo was unsure but voice a little panicky.

You turned back to him, confusion on your face. “Huh? What are getting at?”

Mattheo moved from foot to foot. “Next year, don’t come back to Hogwarts. I can’t say anything...but I need you to be safe”.

You studied the Slytherin, unsure if he was pulling your leg. But his eyes told you he was serious. “Answer me this; will you be safe here next year?”

He shook his head. “Probably not”.

You gave a short nod. “Then I can’t promise you anything. I will be here next year, no matter what”.

Mattheo’s heart ached at your words. Not what he had hopped. But you were honest. And he didn’t give you a reason why not to return to school. He just hopped you wouldn’t be in the cross fire of what’s to come.

With that, you took your spot amongst the wildflowers while Mattheo took a moment watching you. He was taking in the sight before him, putting it to memory. With it all said and done, Mattheo turned from you and started to head back to the castle.

He wasn’t sure what was to exactly come. But he would make sure, as best to his abilities, that you would be safe from it all. Mattheo needed you to be safe, for no harm to come to you. Be it his father or him, you would be safe.

Tags: @iheqrtaustin @ash-whimsicalfanfic

I'm in a field of dandelions

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

[uispeccoll]

#VoicesFromTheStacks

Los Bailadores Zapatistas and the Latino Native American Cultural Center

Last week, the Latino-Native American Alumni Alliance (LANA3) gathered on campus to celebrate more than 50 years of the Latino Native American Cultural Center (LNACC) at the University of Iowa.

In 1971, three students—Rusty Barceló, Ruth Pushetonequa, and Tony Zavala—founded the the Chicano Indian American Cultural Center, later renamed the Latino Native American Cultural Center (LNACC). In it’s five-decade history LNACC has hosted events like cookouts, powwows, and dances; published literary magazines and newsletters; held rallies, boycotts, and protests; and sponsored a variety of other educational and social programs.  

The Libraries’ Special Collections and Archives recently acquired new materials from LNACC, including these beautiful dresses handmade by students in Los Bailadores Zapatistas, a baile folklórico troupe on campus. Baile folklórico encompasses many different types of traditional folk dance stemming from various regions of Mexico and cultural traditions, often with Indigenous and Spanish influences.

Los Bailadores Zapatista’s was formed at University of Iowa in the mid-1970s and aimed to “increase the education level and understanding of mestizo dancing and music, and to share our mestizo culture with the university and community population.” Los Bailadores performed on campus and throughout Iowa and the Midwest, often accompanied by the singing group El Conjunto Chicano. They visited other campuses and performed at community events and festivals. In 1978 they attended the National Ballet Folklórico festival in Kansas, and six students traveled to Mexico that summer to learn traditional dances.

Celina Espinoza, the groups instructor, taught the other members how to sew costumes, which are representative of traditional dance attire worn in different regions of Mexico. The group performed dances from the states of Jalisco and Veracruz, as well as from northern regions of Mexico and what is now the Southwestern United States.

Los Bailadores Zapatistas was just one of several student organizations affiliated with LNACC that brought Chicano art, music, and culture to audiences on the University of Iowa campus and beyond. To learn more about Los Bailadores and the Latino Native American Cultural Center, visit us in person or online at the Iowa Digital Library, check out our past blog posts on LNACC, and see the full finding aid to this collection here.

--Anne M, Olson Graduate Research Assistant

[zeromorph]

today's final kind of walloped me but it could have been worse and I only needed to pass it to be okay for the class so that should be alright

finished my last couple assignments yesterday and today so it's just Wednesday's final

which is terrifying because it's a third of the pharmacology grade and about nine million drugs

but also holy shit? I'm almost done? except for the summer internship and certification exam, which are nothing to sneeze at, but as far as being in class, I’m almost done. feels weird. I am rapidly metronoming between relief and alarm.

I am so behind on everything that isn’t schoolwork. if I owe you a message it’s not you it’s all my brain cells being fried

one of my friends posted this photo of me (under the cut) with one of the chickens from the other day and another friend said “why are you looking at that chicken like it’s your firstborn child” and honestly he’s not wrong

I just! love birds!

[cinderellaenjoyer]

The Merger AU

In which the LIB tried to posses some Hatchetfield High Students to use as vessels, but accidentley somehow ended up 'merging' with them.

Now, those who were merged have a mix of their regular personalities and the Lords In Blacks!

Richie - Wiggly

Jason - Pokey

Ruth - Blinky

Kyle - Tinky

Reese (If she and PJ have 1 fan it's me) - Nibbly

[rentumblsstuff]

Back to the NPMD x Monster High AU, a couple more things:

I would like to rescind my Werecat Brenda in favor of Nighthawk Harpy Brenda. Yes, I know I made Kyle a werewolf to parallel Brenda being a werecat but I also have a better offer for Kyle too: Yeti, which is why he still holds a grudge against Max for wrecking his dad’s ski-doo.

I have so many thoughts on Vampire Grace. She was born a normie and is a recently turned vampire (maybe even a vampire hunter that failed on an outing and was turned by her prey). She’s having trouble coping with her religion now that she’s a monster and constantly wears turtlenecks like the one she wears in Perky’s Buds to cover up her bite marks. She tried still wearing her cross necklace as a show of rejecting this new form, trying to embrace the pain of having the cross so close because she thought that loving Jesus even when she’s a form of half-demon would make herself better than other Christians, but it hurt way too badly for her to handle so now she just says she wears it underneath her sweater. Jason was born a vampire and wants to help her through her dysphoria but Grace won’t accept anyone treating her like she’s a vampire (even though she is). She does like the part about eating flesh and drinking blood- it’s what Jesus says to do with himself, so in a way, she’s making everyone she eats a little more Christ-like. That’s her thought process, at least. She also still pretends to be human around her parents and normie best friend Gabe. Gabe may or may not know that she’s a vampire though and wants to seduce her so she can turn him too.

In High School is Killing Me, the lyric is now changed to “Fuck you, biteology.”

Max’s Jekyll form is human (Max), but his Hyde form looks like his ghost (The Jagerman).

Stachie is soooo canon because Richie loves swimming but as a werecat Stacy refuses to get in the water and they feel like their romance is especially forbidden because of it. If Richie didn’t love the water so much, he’d wish he was a werecat too because he also wants to be a pretty little kitty meow meow

Ethan, Lex, and Hannah also went there obviously and Ethan was a ghost á la Jonny Spirit and Lex and Hannah are both spider people. You know tf why lol

Ruth is a lot like Frankie Stein in that she flirts with a lot of people but they Do. Not. Flirt. Back. Rather than solid stripes, her sweater looks more like lightning bolts and the mushroom design is a little creepier than just an Amanita.

A lot of the smoke club are also nighthawk harpies (because they like eating the weed) (including Deb) and so a lot of people assume Brenda is also in the smoke club. She isn’t. Monster high typical speciesism mixed with Hatchetfield High typical bullying regardless of social hierarchy.

The Woodwards are flytraps and that’s why Alice doesn’t smoke- plants don’t do that to other plants. This is often a point of contention between Deb and Alice even though they try to pretend it isn’t an issue

Steph’s secretly embarrassed about her decay so she always makes sure her wraps are FRESH, but the rest of her outfit is always her jagged hand-cut crop tops and ripped jeans. Her decay spread to her scalp and forehead and everyone knows better than to say something about the wraps on her forehead or how she always wears a beanie but Pete accidentally tells her he thinks it makes her look even cooler. Swooning ensues because nobody dares address her flaws, much less say she’s cooler for having them.

Steph secretly wishes Pete had a corporeal form because her love language is physical touch and she’s sad she’ll never be able to hold him. (Kind of like how Cleo is sad she’ll never get to look Deuce in the eyes).

Sophia/Spitfire as a background character fire elemental is a MUST.

The janitor is a crazy man who lives in the catacombs under the school and is possessed by what the student body can only assume is a goat demon and Peter Geist feels weirdly like he knows him.

Rosary as Claire Rosary as Claire Rosary as Claire-

Pete has also died recently as one of The Jagerman’s attacks when he was out of control, and he’s new to the school along with Grace. He’s stuck in this dorky outfit he wore so he wouldn’t get bullied and can never change clothes, but at least he’s impossible to punch unless if another spirit tried to attack him. As opposed to Grace in life, he was very interested in the supernatural (one of his special interests) so he knows quite a bit about monster types but is always hungry to learn more about the new world he found himself un-living in

[fairyk133]

Jason Blackwell

Minor facts:

Has a southern accent, just like Ruth!

People assume he dates Ruth since they are or touchy and too friendly.

Gets his validation from girls who say love him (they really don’t..)

Ruth tutors him sometimes, then Joetta began to do it since they started dating

Made out with at least the entire female population (kinda joking)

The jocks don’t like him because he is the one who get caught being with their girlfriends.

Respects woman actually, just a hopeless romantic.

Dads a drunk, mom died when he was around 10, was a mamas boy.

Likes 70-80s men’s wear.

Plans to be the star a Soccer star

Used to have a serious crush on Ruth but it stopped because he respected their friendship. (But he was very catty and mean towards Smith when she dated him, he’s very petty…)

He's seen as one of the most attractive boys in Bullworth.

Pregame Jason gets jealous when Ruth was dating people

He’s passive aggressive, to the point it’s annoying

He can be mean or vile with the right motivation

Ruth gave him a golden moon necklace, some of the jocks tried to mock him saying he looks “gay”, he doesn’t care, he loves the necklace.

Gets violently angry when he sees his teammates failing or make dumb mistakes even if it’s so simple.

School Titles:

Pretty boy—Damon, Juri, Kirby

Cowboy—Lola, Mandy, Christy

White Snake— The whole Jocks

Field’s Angel— Burton

Prince Charming—Pinky, Beatrice

Clique Relationships:

Jocks: People confuse him for a jock because he plays soccer and is the talk of the school along with Ruth, being called the,”Feild’s Angels”. He’s actually a non-clique student who just tired of being poor. Mandy Wiles had altercations with him, she actually did end up actually falling for him, but because shes together with Ted it sparked some drama…Ted found out and punched him. And this was before Jason and Ruth became male and female best friends. (You see where I’m going with this? If you read Ruth’s post first you’d see how Ted knew.) He genuinely thought he could be with Mandy and be happy together, but his actual dislike for her actually started when he found out what nickname Mandy had given Ruth, to the point Ruth had to sew up the slit of her skirt and wear cardigans over her body. He began to pick up Ruth’s “Purity complex”. He would wrap his jacket over her bottom and waist, he was always a gentleman towards her. He lashed out on Mandy verbally, defending Ruth’s behalf and left her. The male jocks give him some respect because he runs the show in soccer. (Present time Ruth left the soccer club). He also protects some of the nerds from Juri, along with Dan and a few others which doesn’t make his rep high either. Some of the jocks tried to not consider him a real man, because he’s, “too pretty” (which means he’s too much of the female gaze fantasy.)

Bullies: Either wary of him or just try to fight him, maybe jealous of him.

Nerds: Earnest does try to tell his gang no to mess with him because he’s friends with Ruth, but Ruth and Jason help the nerds out so they get respect. Beatrice does develop a crush on him, and some of the guys do respect him because he’s a genuinely a kind person.

Greasers: They don’t trust him around Lola, and if we are being honest- Jason maybe a little dumb, but isn’t that dumb, if Lola even tries to flirt with him he will run the opposite direction, he doesn’t wanna get his pretty face bruised all over again, his dad and the jocks did that enough. He’s sick of it. But, they give minor respect because he knows his place and does get some advice from Ricky in shop class.

Preps: They didn’t interact with him that much, but I forget to mention Parker was on the same soccer team with Ruth and him. And since they were rumors Ruth and Jason being more than friends, which weren’t true. He kinda got some jealous towards him, especially when he was dating Ruth. When Ruth was geeking out about a novel Jason bought her, Parker got annoyed and was like, “so what? When we get married I’ll buy who a whole library!” He was sick of it. Jason doesn’t like Parker because he suck ASS in soccer, HORRIBLE, it pisses him off to a great altitude. Pinky admitted to liking him but you guessed it, it didn’t work out, plus he hates people who are out of touch with humanity. Only get small amount respect, because Gord and Justin see him as a… “upright citizen”…for a poor boy, since he has a future ahead of him.

Townies: Sine he gets into fights with his drunken father, he usually hanged near the townies for support and and let him sleep at their hideout. They would see him passed out (from underage drinking) and being roughed up, they have seen him have mental break downs and the worse of him. They support his dreams of being a world soccer player.

Outfit Models:

Based off of/ Mentality:

Carl— Shameless

Sodapop— The Outsiders

Ponyboy— The Outsiders

[myheadphonesareneverloudenough]

Nerdy Prudes Must Die; musical motifs

i have so many thoughts about Nerdy Prudes Must Die and specifically the musical motifs used throughout. so buckle up, i want to talk. (theres a whole breakdown under the cut.)

so, if you didn't know already, Jeff Blim is a musical genius. and in the Hatchetfield universe, theres so many musical motifs that get used in every show. but there's one in particular that i don't know what to call it, but i'm gonna say it's 'the nerds' theme'. it's this one right here;

i've heard some call it Pete's theme, which is wrong. this specific melody is the theme of Pete, Richie, and Ruth's self worth and their inescapable tragedies. when we meet the three friends, it's very obvious that they see themselves at the bottom of the high school food chain. the nerds have accepted that they are worthless and will amount to nothing in school, because that is where society has placed them. it's as simple as Pete's song Cool As I Think I Am. he very literally does not see himself as valuable as the other students. but when that idea shifts from Cool As I Think I Am to Cool As She Thinks I Am, suddenly we have Pete realising his self worth, and the motif shows up;

and right after that, Pete is beat up in a parking lot by Max Jägerman. Pete's own self worth can only go so far when you have people like Max denying it constantly.

so now there's lyrics to this motif, and yes, Pete is the first one to sing it. But that doesn't make it any less Ruth and Richie's.

just like Pete, Richie finds his self worth in the acceptance from others. Once Max is gone and Richie makes friends with the football team, he realises how great it is to be alive. he realises that he deserves to be alive.

when Max comes to kill him, Richie justifies his self worth with the motif that returns for him this time, not Pete;

now they're not his final words, but Richie dies after declaring, "I'm Not A Loser". when he finally gets some self worth, he is murdered and never gets to fulfil that worth.

Ruth's self worth is a little different. she views her worthlessness as unfair. she believes that if she was different, she could be something great. unlike Pete and Richie, Ruth really shows that she has bigger dreams. Ruth wants to be the star of the show. she wishes to be appreciated, and her ungodly horniess can honestly be seen as a metaphor for wanting to be loved. Ruth sings about her self worth in the most Ruth way, with her own number in the BBQ Monologues.

the climax of the song (which Lauren kills, btw) the motif comes back again in the background. This time, it's for Ruth and her self worth;

does the fact that Ruth's version of the motif doesn't include the 'im not a loser' lyrics have to do with Ruth having more belief in herself? that she doesn't need to explain she isn't a loser because she knows she isn't a loser and deserves to have a chance in the spotlight? i sure as hell think so.

but Max kills her immediately after. he stops her from ever living out her big dreams of being a star.

the motif comes back again, obviously, in the reprise of Cool As I Think I Am;

the lyrics change this time around, and Pete sings 'you have to do it', which is him telling Steph that she has to be the one to kill him. despite Pete learning how to have self worth throughout this whole show, he still views himself as expendable. could this be justified with the fact that his two best friends just had their hopes and dreams shattered in death? probably. the point is, at some point during Max's killing spree, the death of his best friends, and the summoning of the Lords in Black, Pete has managed to convince himself that he's worthless again.

now. in the end, it feels like a happy ending due to the nature of The Best of You, but there are still a lot of loose ends to be explored. and on top of all that, the Nerds' motif comes back one last time;

because Grace kept the Black Book and continued to use it, and the Lords in Black are far from fair, i think Pete's torment and tragic narrative is not over by the end of NPMD.

so yeah. Pete, Richie, and Ruth are 'doomed by the narrative', as are most people in Hatchetfield. but these three characters are specifically doomed by their own self worth, and the narrative will never let them truly become their true selves.

and Jeff Blim wrote a banger melody to tell that story.

[l0st-marblezz]

Hatchetverse x Nevermore Webcomic AU where:

The LIB are the deans

Everyone in the Hatchetverse who have canonically died are students

Everyone has forgotten how they died but slowly remember their past lives like the comic

Tinky constantly torments Ted and Pokey constantly torments Paul

Ruth, Richie, and Max have to deal with each other once they remember their past lives

Paul and Emma get a reunion once they remember each other

Alice and Bill work out their problems

Max’s spectre is his ghost form but more exaggerated if that makes sense

Richie’s spectre is very magical girl / overpowered anime protagonist coded

Ruth’s spectre involves her love of acting and musicals, which terrifies Paul

Like the comic it’s spectres vs spectreless except the spectres in question are hormonal and unstable teenagers and the spectreless are just the regular adults of Hatchetfield

Disclaimer I haven’t seen Black Friday or Nightmare Time yet so keep that in mind

Thank you for reading my ramblings on two very different pieces of media I’m currently obsessing over and is considering writing fanfic of.

If anyone has any more suggestions please leave them in the replies!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for exposing strangers to danger out of awkwardness? I know it sounds bad but hear me out.

About a month ago, I (M30s) was at the local pub having some pints when these two guys (M20s) come in. It's obvious from their accents that they're foreigners, and they are a lot younger than most other customers (various, 40s-60s). At a guess they were probably university students on holiday. I also found out later that they were Jewish but I cannot stress enough that nobody knew that, it's not an antisemitism thing, so please do not make it about that. Just, full disclosure.

Anyway, they tried to order food (this isn't a restaurant) and then hot chocolate (no chance). The bartender, "Ruth" (F50s) was actually pretty rude to them, like she was trying right away to get them to leave (more on that later). Everyone sees this happening and it's really uncomfortable. I mean, all conversations have stopped (it's not a very big place). But it's cold outside, so they decide to stay for a while.

Fortunately, one of them makes a reference to a movie and it gets picked up by a couple of other people, which really breaks the tension. Everyone relaxes and people are laughing and joking around until out of nowhere that same guy points at one of the wall decorations and very loudly goes "What's that doing here?" It's actually a locally significant symbol, but the way he asked seemed somehow confrontational, and we're not gonna try to explain it to someone we just met, especially since it's more like he expects us to justify it or something. It sucks all the air out of the room immediately, and the guy's friend decides they should leave.

This is where maybe I/we were the assholes. The thing is, this is actually a pretty dangerous area, but these guys are clearly young and clueless. There's no Uber here and no transit that late, so they're going to be on foot, easy prey should anything happen. Now Ruth has done a 180 and she wants to stop them leaving. We're all like, lady, you were the one trying to get rid of them as soon as they arrived. No one wanted them to stick around making everything so awkward. We did warn them, but it really seemed like they weren't taking it very seriously. They leave. Ruth and one or two others are upset with everyone. Nobody really felt great about it, but they were really killing the vibe, you know?

Well, now I really really feel like shit about it, because it turns out that they did get jumped. They had no idea how serious the danger was, and we let them go like lambs to the slaughter. One of them landed in the hospital and the other ended up undead and walking the earth in limbo until the Curse of the Werewolf is lifted—when his friend dies!

So, was I the asshole for letting a couple of Americans go walking over the moors on the night of a full moon? 🚶‍♂️🌕🐺😵💀

What are these acronyms?

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Wajahat Ali at The Left Hook:

This is how I know Donald Trump is bothered by suggestions that he has “ceded the presidency” to Elon Musk, a ketamine-popping, government-subsidized, South African, racist billionaire. Last Sunday, Trump told his sycophantic army of brownshirts at Turning Point USA’s AmericaFest conference that Musk is “not going to be president…I’m safe. You know why he can’t be? He wasn’t born in this country,”

That’s a weird, random aside in his hour-long verbal diarrhea masquerading as a speech. Elon Musk is not the President even though he barks orders via Twitter to Republican leaders and they immediately bend their knees and grovel in obedience. Why would anyone assume the richest man on Earth who spent $250 million to get Trump elected would be President even as he’s spending his Thanksgiving at Mar-A-Lago, dining with Trump and billionaires such as Zuckerberg and Bezos, taking calls with Ukrainian President Zelensky, and having conversations with Putin? Why would anyone believe that Trump, an aging, declining man, has ceded his power to un-elected Musk, who has been tasked to cut government spending as co-chair of DOGE alongside another billionaire Vivek Ramaswamy? I mean, Donald Trump is not a Beta Reek and cuck to Alpha Elon Musk. A plurality of Americans didn’t vote for an immigrant who allegedly overstayed his student visa and took over Tesla. It’s President Trump, not President Musk. This is just a silly, immature, ridiculous, and outlandish joke intended for mockery. Exactly. And it is working. Despite being born on third base with silver and golden spoons of wealth and whiteness stuffing privilege in his gluttonous mouth, Donald Trump remains one of the most insecure, weak, fickle, venal, and vindictive men on Earth. Behind his layers of orange flab is a glass chin resting on a corpulent body barely supported by even weaker knees. He attempts to hide his numerous defects by performing as a blustering strongman. It’s all projection, all the time, just like with his MAGA base. They can dish it, but they can’t take it. They dispense cruelty, but they demand civility. They attack safe spaces but retreat to their right-wing cocoons as soon as they’re criticized.

Mockery and ridicule have been some of the most effective and useful weapons throughout time to dismantle an emperor’s armor and cut down and reveal the fragile, weak man they so desperately try to hide. “Behind the façade of their omnipotence, most strongmen are brittle and insecure personalities. They don’t mind being called evil, but being ridiculed is a different matter,” writes Ruth Ben-Ghiat, a scholar on dictators and authoritarians. She cites an example of a man who named his pet rabbit Mussolini and introduced him at a bar in fascist Italy. The regime arrested him and put him in confinement for a year. Graphic artist Guillo Bastias was sent to jail for “extremism” after he drew a caricature of Chilean dictator Pinochet as Louis XIV. Ben-Ghiat says Tim Walz’s initial attack on MAGA and Trump was in a similar vein to these men and completely unnerved MAGA, who were fine being called racist and evil but couldn’t fathom - even for a second - being ridiculed and mocked as “weird.”

Unfortunately, Democrats took atrocious advice from corporate consultants who sought the mythical “centrist” and abandoned these lacerating attacks towards the end of the election cycle. They instead opted for a neutered, “civil” debate performance in which Walz found common ground with JD Vance. Gone were the “couch” jokes and the “weird” digs. Well, how did that work out?

Thankfully, Democrats seem to have found some semblance of a spine with elected officials openly referring to Musk as “President” after he almost nuked a bipartisan spending deal to keep the government open. If they are students of history, they’d be wise to go full-court press with mockery, ridicule, and humor from here on out especially as Trump and MAGA continue on their path to creating a right-wing authoritarian utopia for white Christian men actively seeking to bring about the Rapture. But, I don’t trust the establishment or the Democrats, and neither should you. I’d rather put my faith in the people. We can’t outsource our democracy and freedom to people who choose civility and restoration over justice and reform. Let’s take a lesson from “the uprising in the bottle” blueprint unleashed by the Serbian youth movement, Otpor, used to overthrow genocidal leader Slobodan Milosevic. They intentionally used non-violent mockery to inspire the masses. Their strategy, which was honed from Gene Sharp’s 93-page “From Dictatorship to Democracy,” was so successful it inspired protest movements in the Middle East during the Arab Spring.

We have plenty of examples in American pop culture. Growing up, I loved watching Mel Brooks’ movies and was lucky enough to interview him when I co-hosted Al Jazeera America’s The Stream. Brooks, who grew up in a Jewish community, spent his career mocking Adolf Hitler, a man responsible for killing 6 million Jews. Brooks wasn’t a politician. He didn’t have an army or billions of dollars. Brooks said, “The only weapon I’ve got is comedy.” He feels one of his lifelong jobs is “to make the world laugh at Adolf Hitler.”

I also loved watching Bugs Bunny cartoons as a kid. If you recall, Bugs is always trying to chill and mind his business, but violent, gun-toting hunters like Elmer Fudd and Yosemite Sam kept chasing him. Instead of losing his temper and sweating like Daffy Duck, Bugs employed wise cracks instead and used their traps against them. Bugs called Fudd a “poor little nimrod,” which completely reversed the image of the biblical hunter to modern audiences as a word that is now synonymous with a buffoon.

The rest of us don’t have crypto, defense contracts, shows on corporate media, or access to billionaires. But each of us can resist in our small ways to a wanna-be “dictator for a day.” We can all choose to refuse to obey. When Trump and his minions say kneel, we can be like Bartleby the Scrivener, and reply, “I prefer not to.” And like Bugs and Mel Brooks and youth movements who stood up to dictators in the past, we can also throw in a carefully barbed joke at the end to mock and undress the Emperors who are wearing diapers underneath a cheap suit and red tie.

Wajahat Ali nails it: mockery is the best tool to combat fascism and authoritarianism. The Harris/Walz campaign early on understood this, but wrongly abandoned that tack.