#it sounds like both a fascinating look at his life as a doctor

[captain-kit-adventuress]

Excuse me, but I must parade my own ignorance for a moment: there is a book called Round the Red Lamp, written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, of which I knew nothing. Of course, I knew that he wrote many works, not all of which were fiction, and that he preferred his own works of non-fiction rather more than he ever preferred Holmes. So it goes with Conan Doyle.

The reason I bring it up, however, is that the preface of Round the Red Lamp (which is a book about the realities of being a doctor) is a defence of showing the more grisly bits of what doctoring is all about. I think it equally applies to most writing, as well, and seems especially apt in today's climate, in either fic or more traditional forms of written work:

[Being an extract from a long and animated correspondence with a friend in America.]

"I quite recognise the force of your objection that an invalid or a woman in weak health would get no good from stories which attempt to treat some features of medical life with a certain amount of realism. If you deal with this life at all, however, and if you are anxious to make your doctors something more than marionettes, it is quite essential that you should paint the darker side, since it is that which is principally presented to the surgeon or physician. He sees many beautiful things, it is true, fortitude and heroism, love and self-sacrifice; but they are all called forth (as our nobler qualities are always called forth) by bitter sorrow and trial. One cannot write of medical life and be merry over it.

Then why write of it, you may ask? If a subject is painful why treat it at all? I answer that it is the province of fiction to treat painful things as well as cheerful ones. The story which wiles away a weary hour fulfils an obviously good purpose, but not more so, I hold, than that which helps to emphasise the graver side of life. A tale which may startle the reader out of his usual grooves of thought, and shocks him into seriousness, plays the part of the alterative and tonic in medicine, bitter to the taste but bracing in the result. There are a few stories in this little collection which might have such an effect, and I have so far shared in your feeling that I have reserved them from serial publication. In book-form the reader can see that they are medical stories, and can, if he or she be so minded, avoid them."

It's an old argument, the one about what to portray in fiction; and it is evident from both this--and, honestly, all of his Holmes collection--that Doyle erred on the side of detail rather than censorship, though it should also be noted he understood the nature of personal discretion as an author in choosing what to portray.

What he seems to get at, though, and puts beautifully in a way I certainly have never been able to articulate, is that everyone finds solace in their own way, and that even the bitterest of pills can have the most remarkable healing effects, even if you don't personally care for bitter pills. That it is good and wise to step outside of your usual habits because what you find could expand your horizons.

The corollary to that, of course, is that people who staunchly refuse to do so, who so stubbornly maintain that they will not engage with fiction which they consider "dark" or "problematic" or anything else is that they are absolutely admitting that they wish to remain small. That they are afraid of changing their ideas of the world; that if their world becomes larger, what does that mean for their place in it, and not just their place, but their size? And you understand that people like that are terribly frightened, not of being small, but being thought of as small. Except that the only way out is through.

Learning can be painful, yes. It often means adjusting yourself to contours you never knew existed and at present, do not fit well. But the end result is that it is a restorative. Stretching yourself in this way, Doyle argues, is healing. In the scores of psychological studies we've conducted since, and the heaps and heaps of anecdotal experiences as well, this has absolutely been borne out. Those bitter pills are necessary to your own well-being.

There is personal discretion in this, too, yes. There are certain pieces of writing we do for others, and those that must remain for ourselves, and there is nothing wrong with that. It does not mean that any dark or uncomfortable material should never see the light of day. Lumping it all together as "bad," "wrong," "problematic," whatever the term au courant is, is antithetical to the human experience. Growth is normal; stagnation is where the unnatural starts.

And, as Doyle very practically points out, if at the end of the day you decide it really isn't for you, you are under no obligation to read it, especially when the author has taken care to inform you that this isn't something you may want to read. After that, it's on you to avoid. Specifically seeking out the content you are trying to avoid and then commenting that it's bad and shouldn't exist when you do find it does not reflect on the author, it reflects on the reader. It so unequivocally, once again, announces how small and poisoned you want the world to be.

This is longer than I ever imagined it would get, so I'll stop there. As a concluding thought, though, I leave you with this: the world is full of difficult and painful things; saying they have no right to exist will not make them go away, and neither will trying to force them out. But it will effect harm to those who might need them the most, and if you're fine with that, then harm reduction is not what you're seeking in the first place. It is to make the world as small as you are, and I want no part of it.

[lizsos]

I'm Dangerous.

▪︎warning : dirty talk, multiple orgasms, blow job , no use of protection, praise , creamie pie, degradation, g!p , choking , violence,

▪︎Genre: smut

(Grammar mistakes)

Your heels clicked loudly on the stained prison tiles . The echo of your soft footsteps trailing the narrow walls of the enclosed hallway.

Bada

That was the prisoner you were assigned to . A women who had killed more people than you'd met in your life as a doctor , a psychologist at that . So you'd met a lot of people .

Two guards trailed closely behind you , glaring warningly as the inmates who smirked as you walked past the lines of cells . A collection of whistles and cheers sounding at the mere sight of a women as attractive as yourself .

How long it had been since they'd seen one after all .

"Hey Doc...you sure you wanna take this case.. I mean , I dont doubt ya or anything but this one.. she's bad. Dangerous ."

"Now what kind of doctor would I be if I feared a little danger. She's still a patient." You smiled, ignoring the way your hairs stood as you were led deeper into the institution. The part where they held those deemed a danger to society.

Those who had a no chance of even seeing the sunlight again .

You were nervous, your heart thumping loudly in your chest when you scanned your surroundings. There weren't any cells , there were only..rooms. Fully enclosed rooms with a singular window for passing food .

Every part of you begged for you to turn and run. To not even interact with whoever sat on the other side of that door. And you froze when bright brown eyes pierced into yours . The rest of her face casted behind a dark shadow as her head tilted back . Giving you a sight to the small smirk creeping onto her features .

"Doc, I really think that-" it was another guard who spoke up . Both of them holding nothing on their features but fear . It was clear that they never ever bothered Bada . The rumours had been enough to make every guard to turn a blind eye .

"Hey its fine. Okay? This is what I do." It really was . The guard gave you a curt nod and a sigh when you clasped both of his hands in your smaller one .

Offering him a reassuring nod .

"If anything happenes , us and five other are stationed close . Good luck Doc."

You gave him a small thanks , your head held high as the door was pulled open roughly. Revealing a black/white haired women who sat in her bed against the walls , her eyebrows raising when you dared to step inside . Nodding to the guard to close the door .

"You're scared." Her deep voice rung out , keeping her euw on you as you pulled out a small chair that was tucked away near the sink.

"And how do you know, Bada?" Your tone was steady , letting out a breath when the shakiness you felt wasn't reflected in your voice .

Bada hummed, her smirks widening when you spoke to her like a normal being . To stuttering, no harshness . Just your sweet voice saying her name . "I can sense it , Doc." She loved the way you tried to hide your squirm under her gaze .

"So, Bada. Tell me something about yourself." You steered away from her accusations, holding eye contact even when she leaned forward . Taking you in from head to toe . You were hot , she liked that. You seemed to like being confident too. And God did you smell fucking delicious.

She wanted to eat you alive .

Break you .

Use you .

She really did . But you were so fascinating , and she'd only just met you . Who knew how intertaining you could be .

"I've killed people" she was blunt , eyes almost begging you to keep asking these ridiculous questions. It was making her cock twitch .

"Well Bada , that is common knowledge, dont you think? I wanna know something else... tell me a secret hmm?" You leaned forward with a smile , elbows rested on your knees as you looked to her for a response.

She reciprocated your actions, leaning forward until you felt her hot breath fan over your face . "A secret huh? Alright Doc..." she watched as your breathing sped up , using every strength in your body to not pull back . You were brave , she liked that . " I surprisingly don't wanna kill you right now ."

"I'm glad to hear that."

" I said right now , didn't say anything about later " she pushed away from you , one of her knees up to her chest when she leaned back against the concrete wall behind her . "Let me ask you something , Doctor . Are you stupid?"

Your head tilted at where this was going . You supposed to be the one asking the questions. But the conversation was two sided , this would've made things easier. " I'd like to believe not . Why do you ask ?"

"Because you really think that if I try to kill you , some measly guards would come to your rescue." She scoffed

"But you don't want to kill me . Thats all that matters."

Fair .

Bada watched as you took a quick peek down at hee files . There was something that you missed , that much was evident. "Finally found it huh?"

"I haven't found anything taht I didn't see before." You objected , glancing to the door with your lip hanging loosely between your teeth .

"Dont. Dont do that." She demanded lowly, watching with lidded eyes as you let your plump bottom lip, slick after running your tongue over it , fall back into place. Bada breathed deeply, finally looking away from you as she swallowed hard . Closing her eyes with her head rested behind her .

There was something about you that she wanted a taste of . It was driving her crazy...er" I never did anything to these doctors. They were just weak. Got scared way to fast."

"And what did you do scare them away?"

"Nothing" she spat, "they came in here acting all high and mighty, talked to me like I was beneath them. So I simply didn't bother hiding how much I wanted to strangle them . And somehow that makes me the bad guy right Doc?"

You shook your head, " No , you have a right to respect too. They should never have treated you as unequals." Lying was all was in the job description.

"Good try Doc. But you and I know thats a loud of crap," she finally peeled over her eyes back open , and you couldn't help you mind from wandering to how attractive she was in the dim light . She was for sure built, and the facial structure that made you clench your thighs. "Now , we gonna finish our game of twenty one questions or not?"

She was actually being cooperative.

"Yes we are , how about i start ?."

"I'll start." There was no room for obligation in her tone ." Whats your name?"

You contemplated whether to tell her or not , eventually you told her. Though you missed her small smile tugging at her lips when she muttered a small "cute" .

"My turn , what was your childhood like?" You watched her face grow cold , a small glare being dirctated at anything in the room but you . "Next question"

"Bada..."

"I said next question , how old are you?"

You sighed, "I'm twenty six." Her eyes widened, that was extremely young for a doctor . "Is there one good memory you have from before you killed for the first time?"

"I had twin kittens. Do you have a boyfriend?"

You were taken back by the question, mouth opening and closing a few times before you chuckled. "No . I don't have a boyfriend."

"Good"

You jumped back when the door yanked open , the guard eyeing Bada warily before nodding to you . "Your times up, Doc."

"Oh already? Could you give me a few more minutes?"

"You know how dangerous she is Doc.... we can't risk it."

"You heard the man I'm dangerous, Doctor."

You nibbled at your kips softly , and Bada fought a groan as you did exactly what she warned you not to. Standing up , you gave Bada a warm smile, the gesture making her stomach get all weird inside . "Goodbye until our next session Bada."

She only hummed , the door being shut behind you as you were led away.

It was back to darkness.

"That was more than enough light , sure. But it suddenly felt so empty without you there .

_

You couldn't get Bada off your mind when you arrived home . A part of you just really wanted figure her out . The other actually liked her company.

You must've been so sick in the head . Splashing your face with cold water as you mentally scolded yourself. What was wrong with you ? She was a criminal .

_

The next morning you walked the path that you had taken the previous day to the to Bada . This time without the guards following you .

There was only one who stood outside of the door to let you in with a small node in acknowledgement.

Badas head perked up to the fimliar clicking of those heels you wore . Her signature smirk on her face as she stared you down. "Just couldn't get enough huh Doc? Aren't you forgetting I'm dangerous?"

You took a seat , no file in hand this time . "Good morning Bada , how are you ?" " if I said better now that you're here , would that be clichè?"

You laughed, an actual laugh. A sweet one that made her heart flutter the tiniest bit while blood rushed her groin .

"Its very good to see you too. How about we get started yeah?" You paused as you collected your thoughts . "You seem to be heavily affected by people calling you... dangerous. Why?"

"Everybody is dangerous. It just takes pushing at the right buttons to get it out of them. Half of the people have done just as bad as I have yet I'm the only dangerous one . Makes so much sense right?"

She shook her head. " tell me doctor , do you really think I just happened to get caught ? That I couldn't get out if this damn place if I wanted too? Hell, tell me you reliaze that I could drop a good twenty more bodies right here , right now."

You shifted in your seat . " I think that you let yourself get caught because you're tired . Because there's a small sense of peace you get from being in here . And I think that you aren't trying to leave because you don't want to."

"You almost had it Doc. See, I was well on my way out until you came . So I might stick around for a just a little bit longer."

You heart fluttered , for you? Giving up on fighting the rational side of you as you continued to engage in a conversation. Getting Bada to slowly open up to you more .

"Do you have any friends Bada?"

"I don't consider people friends , they just exist alongside me."

"If I asked you to be your friend , what would you say?" It was routine, but you really were curious.

"I'd say you can be whatever you want to be Doc."

Another flutter

"Have you ever been inlove Bada?"

She was silent , jaw clenching as her gaze got harsh . "Next question."

"What was were they like?"

"I said next fucking question doctor ."

"And I said what was were they like? " you leaned forward , pressing for her to answer the question.

"You're stubborn aren't you? I wonder what my hand would look like around that pretty neck of yours. "She was a lot like you."

You were taken back Bada said 'she' so she dated a girl?

"What happened to her?" You knew how touchy that question would've been.

"Nothing. That bitch left"

Oh.

"I'm sorry"

She started at you in confusion, "I never said she died."

"Yes. But thats only physically. Whe she broke your hear she died to you. And that hurts just as bad ."

She was silent, studying your eyes . Trying to get a read on you. "What else do you want to know Doc?"

You were getting somewhere.

Bada found you smart . Thought that you knew a lot . Found it hot how good you were at cracking her . But it pissed her off that the one thing you didn't seem to pick up was how much it hurt to watch you leave at the end of each session.

_

A week later had led to a Monday morning where you hadn't gone to the prison. You had quite an agenda for the day that could cost you your job of you didn't get it done .

That was something Bada was obviously clueless about . It was why she thought you'd just decided to up and go after she had started liking to have you around. After she'd started opening up to you .

It was also why she was causing a fit. Yelling at the guards to get you to her. Now. That she wanted to see you . Needed to see you . A line of men laying knocked out atop of each other from being sent to 'handle' the carzed prisoner .

Would you really not come back? Would you really abandon her? It seemed like that was common with people she craved even the slightest for.

Bada's fist met the wall near her bed, knuckles bloodied as she cracked into the hard surface. Chest heaving up and down heavily when her hands reached to tug at strands of her hair .

She blinked when she heard the clicking of heels of the tiles. Immediately scowling at the unfamiliarity of them . "Who the fuck is this?".

"This is Dr.smith , she's-"

"I don't fucking care who she is . Bring me my doctor now."

Back at your flat , you dropped the piles of paper in front of you at the sound of your phone ringing .

It was a number you didn't have saved .

"Hello, Doctor y/n speaking- yes? Oh my. I-i am so sorry . Yes , I will be there right away."

What had you done?

You practically ran through the halls after parking outside the building . Finding many guards posted outside her door with guns in had . Some of them having black eyes .

"You all can go now." You panted , it was clear that you had been in a hurry. "Please."

They all shared a look , finally walking away and allowing you to slowly open the door.

"Where were you?"

"I'm really sorry Bada . I was so busy today and-" you gasped when a hand reached out to wrap around your neck . Slamming you into the wall behind you with her face buried in your neck .

Bada inhaled your floral scent , groaning to herself as her grip on your delicate skin tightened. "So you just left me here today? Am I not as important as your 9ther little patients? Is that it hm?"

Deep down , you had hurt her feelings , and she couldn't help the way she clung to you as your hand lifted to her cheek . Turning her face to look down at yours .

"N-no I promise you . You're just as important as anyone else . I would have never missed our session if I didn't have to"

"Make it up to me"

It was the perfect opportunity

"W-what?"

"Strip for me doctor." She let go of your neck , letting you catch your breath while looking at her timidly.

"Bada....."

"Why so shy doctor? We both know you want to"

You shook your head , shrinking under her gaze with a protesting whisper. " I don't know what you're talking about Bada. This is very unprofession- ahh."

Bada brought her knee up between your thighs , pressing it into your clothed clit , her lips ghosted over your ear , hit breath fanning your skin as she breathed deeply. "You can always leave if you want to. I'm used to that after all."

You shifted on your feet when your back arched. A small whime leaving your mouth when she pulled away from you and gestured to the door .

She smirked "blouse first."

You bit your lip , unbuttoning your shirt until your bra was on display. The heavy swell of your breasts causing Bada's mouth to water when she nodded to the bra.

With your eyes still on her you let your breasts spring out of their confinement. Two pert nipples pointing right at her as her dick rose. Her hand palming herself under the pair of black pants with a shiver. "C'mere"

You walked over to her on shaky legs , sitting down on her lap with your head to the floor . "Uh uh," her hand reached under your chin to force your eyes back on her . "None of this Doc"

You moaned when her tongue swirled around one of your nipples . Sucking your breast into her mouth while she palmed at the other . "These are even more perfect outside that fucking shit of yours" .

Bada watched as you shivered when she ran her finger down your belly . Cupping your clothed cunt with the jerk of her hips into your ass . "Fuck...take that off."

You hurriedly took your pants off, Bada's pupils dilating at the sight of your lace panties . "Wore this just for me hmm doc? All this for Ms. Dangerous."

Bada didn't give you a chance to respond before flipping you into the mattress they called a bed . Lifting you heel clad feet onto her shoulders with her head hovering over your pussy . Her tongue darting out to lick at the wet spot building from arousal. "You're real dirty for me doctor" she teased , glancing behind her with a chuckle. "Imagine if you get caugh."

Your eyes shot up to the small window , taking note of that vacant corridor as you per requested.

"God , you smell so fucking good.wanna devour that pretty pussy." She breathed , large hand ripping the flimsy fabric to expose your glistening folds . "Hmm so wet all for me" .

You mewled when her long tongue licked a stripe of your slit. Swirling around your clit before sloppily dipping into your hole . Her hums sending vibrations through your clit as she lapped at your dripping slick.

"Bada-" you mewled, back arching as you reached for her hair. Tugging softly with the curl of your toes when her tongue and fingers swapped places. The two joints fucking up roughly into you g-spot as she sucked noisily at your clit . "F-fuck,nngh- so good" you cried out, tears welling in the corner of your eyes as your body filled with pleasure .

"Yeah? You like that Doc? Bet you wanna get that greedy cunt stuffed right after." She grunted, your eyes rolling back in a string of muffled moans as your other hand shot up to your lips .

You oegs began to tremble, Bada's smirk growing wider and wider until she stopped her movements. Watching as you blinked at her with a sniffled whine.

"You left me . You know how much that fucking hurtb? I thought i would never see you again."

"Im-"

"You're sorry. Yeah, yeah... I know." She rolled her eyes , crawling over your body with a sigh . Using the pad of her thumb to wipe away a stray tear before pressing her lips to yours . Making you taste yourself on her tongue.

You fell deeper into the kiss , eyes closing in satisfaction as her lips moves hungrily on yours . Pulling away with a string of salvia concerns you to her .

"Let's reverse the roles yeah?" She whispered, standing up to sit in the chair that you usually sat in. "So my adorable little patient.. put these tiny fingers to work on that clit of yours . I want you to make yourself cum."

You whimpered , your fingers immediately meeting your sensitive clit with a small shiver .

"You know what to do." She encouraged. Your fingers beginning to rub small circles on the small bud before speeding up . Little gasps and moans falling past your lips as your stomach burned with heat.

Your eyes locking onto Bada's eyes as her head tilted. Just like it had the first day you met her . "Ahh, B-bada . Fuckk." You cried, head falling back with your eyes still on her . The primal look in her eyes making your insides flutter as she did nothing but watch you . Not even freeing her painfully hard cock .

"Bada- c-cant. Can't hold it." Your voice cracked, body shaking lightly as your organ washed over you .

"Yes you can"

"Nngh , cant bada . Need to let go."

She stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity , your breathing getting heavy as you desperately waited on her permission.

She leaned her head back , eyes boring into your fingers working your wet cunt before nodding . "Go ahead."

You came with a silent moan , body spasming uncontrollably as your pussy leaked onto her only of sheets.

"Dirty, dirty girl . Look at that mess." You shied away from her gaze . "And look at how hard you made me . Come fix it."

You stood on wobbly feet , barely able to balance in your heels as you fell on your knees before her. Looking at her through your lashes while pulling down her pants .

You blinked at the mere size of her bulye . She was huge. Tugging off her underwear to reveal her thick, being length. Pointing up to the sky with a fiery red tip. "Suck"

You took her past your lips , barley able to take even half of her before she hit the back of your throat . Your fist stroking all the parts of her you couldn't take .

Bada groaned , head flinging back with another strained moan at how good your mouth felt . "S-shit doc. You really got a mouth on ya." She gasped , eyes meeting yours as you attempted to take her down your throat . Your droll coating both your lips and her cock as you lewdly sucked her off.

She took your head into her hold , letting you do your own thing as she grunted with each jerk of her hips. Defined abs tensing when she grew closer to her release.

"Fuck doc, gon' shoot my cum down that tight throat of yours." She breathed. Holding you down onto her as you gagged and sputtered lightly, Bada's cock twitching before you felt the warm liquid run down your throat.

"Wish I could fuck that pussy so bad" she let go of your head , wiping a strip of her chm from your chin before pushing her fi her past your lips. Watching as you sighed in content while sucking every last drop. "Its so bad that in about one minute those guards are gonna come and get you Doc. Our session is over."

You had no time to question how she knew . Scurrying redress with widened eyes.

Bada may not had q clock . Nor was able to distinctly see the sun rise and set . But she'd learned to count seconds when you were around . She knew how much time she had with you .

"And... now."

At that very moment the door swung open. Bada having easily pulled back up her pants after giving you your seat back . Both of you oozing as professional as you possibly could.

"See you tomorrow Doc." She smiled innocently , watching as you scrambled out while avoiding her eyes.

You really fucked up now.

It was hard to keep her out of your mind before . But now , trying was futile . You'd gotten a taste and you needed . Which was why your brain would not let you close your eyes without thinking of her fucking you.

_

The next morning you bit back a whimper as you clit was caught between your rubbing thighs. You had worn a tight pencil skirt with no panties . Just for Bada .

You were thankful that the guards had compiled to your wishes of them leaving.

You wanted to stop yourself. To goback home and forget about the woman infornt of you . She may not have been dangerous to you physically. But to your heart and mind .... she'd be the death of you .

When the door closed behind you , you found yourself being pushed roughly into o the same wall as last time. Bada letting out a groan as she captured your lips on her. Kissing you so much more feverishly than yesterday.

"You dont know how much i need you . Didn't even sleep last night. " she panted, turning you around so that your chest rested against the concrete surface. "Missed you so much doc." Her voice softened, kissing down your neck while grinding up into you . Her fingers finding their way under your skirt with a smirk against your skin. " and I thought you couldn't get any dirtier.. no panties huh?"

You moaned whe she prodded at your already dripping cunt. The thought of her being enough to have gotten you soaked. "Shit- tell me what you want Doc. Let me hear you say it. " she growled lowly, ready to snap the second the word left your mouth.

"Please- please fuck me."

Bada hungrily shoved your skirt up . The fabric bunching at your his as she freed her aching cock both of you letting out a noise of satisfaction when she sunk into you, her large hands holding tightly onto your hips to pull you into her . Your back arching as your hands shot put to the wall for support .

"O-ohh God." You cried loudly, your lips parted in a shaky moan as Bada's cock rammed deeper near the entrance of your cervix. Her veins grazing at your g-spot as the fat grits stretched you to your limit .

"Nah baby, 's only me."

"Badaa- so good- ahhh." Tears pooled in your eyes, Bada's heamd reached into your hair to pull you back to her chest. Your nails clawing at the wall on front of you as she destroyed yours .

"Taking me so fucking well. Shit- pussy's so dam snug." She husked , hips snapping noisily I to yours as she funked I to yoirwalls mercilessly. Basking in the sounds of your choked screams mewls. The way you sobbed underneath her when your knees buckled.

She was fucking you so hard and deep. Better tha anything you'd felt before. Her cokc slamming into all the places that would drive you crazy .

"The day you fucking leave i will break outta here doc. And I will find you. You're mine got it?" There was a certain seriousness in her voice that made goosebumps arise on your skin. Your slate tears mixing with your drool as they ran down your flushed face .

"And when I do get outta here youre gonna have my baby doc. 'M for a fuck you again and again till I eventually give you my fuck-ing kid." Her breathing beca,e ragged . Your body rocking forward with each of her movements.

She smirked. "I've already fucked ya this dumb?" Her cock twitching inside you as your body moved with her cock like flashlight. Your vision blurred as your head grew light, dizzy. You couldn't think , every rolls of Bada's hips clouding your mind as you let an incoherent babble drip off your tongue. Shakily chanting you her name when she reached forward to your clit .

"Look at you . Look so pretty underneath ,e like this." Her free ha d snaked upto your neck, groaning loudly at the feeling of your heart beat on her skin. Pulling you up so your back rested flat against her chest , wandering lips meeting your exposed collarbone . "Let go for me"

Your body quivered as you tightened around her . Letting out a whi per like cry as you came messily on her cock. A breathy moan of her own sounding in your ear when her thrusts began to get sloppy .

"Badaaaa.. inside. Want you inside . I'm in pill." You begged , legs giving away ah she held you flush against her.

"Whatever you want doc," slowly coming to a halt as she buried herself i side your warmth , tonguedarting out to lick at your tear strained cheeks. Feeling her cock, swell as she pumped you full of her cu, . Painted your gummy walls in nothing but white .

"Looks like I'm sending you back withnmy cum dripping down your thighs." She pulled out with a groan. Her cym leaking out of your fluttering cunt in a small spurts whe she used her hands at ten flesh of your ass . "Hottest thing I've seen in a while ... After you of course."

You hummed m eyes shutting as you fell i to her . Feeling the thick substance slowly dripping down your legs while spreading over sticky folds. Bada stumbled back onto her bed with you on top of her . Your face nestling into her chest with a soft smile . "Heydoc... I love you but those guards are gonna be back soon."

"So worth it. Was the one thought branding itself into your mind as your body registered the rough, last filled fuck.

"Shit"

_

You and bada had gotten so much closer over yet another week . You had never believed in falling in love that quickly until now. You couldn't help it. You felt so ,ugh better when she was around . Seeing g her was the highlight of your day especially now that you'd convinced for longer sessions.

She felt the small ebay. You were the second person she had fallen in love with and somehow even harder . You made her heart... swell . And she was serious about busting out to start a life with you.

"So your first love. We never ever finished talking about her." You smirked, notepad back in hand as you did your job. Bada have been stealing small kisses from between every question.

"How about we forget about my first love and focus on my current one . You"

[mindblownie2]

I think there's definitely something to Dankovsky not being entirely what you'd expect from a character like him, or not what he maybe would like to appear as - that is, him not really being that cold, calculating, purely "logic"-driven archetype at all; that he is actually so emotional and impulsive. I think it's also interesting how he can actually believe in the supernatural - there's the dialogue option in marble nest letting you say you believe in God, but especially in classic I think that's canonical, he talks about the soul, invokes concepts like providence or fate in ways that don't seem entirely just as figure of speech, he can very quickly turn on a dime and believe in Clara's healing powers or Artemy's traditional medicine or the Polyhedron's magical properties once he sees what he deems sufficient evidence, and he also has that line about "knowing there are things beyond our mundane perception". and you know what, I don't even think that's so contradictory. first of all, there are nowadays and there especially have been in the past, with less secular societies, plenty of scientists who also held some kind of religious beliefs. I think it's to a certain degree reconcilable when it's applied to different spheres of life - some things are relegated to spirituality, but where there are cold hard facts, you follow these; it doesn't inherently make you a hypocrite. also in the game, the thing he takes most umbrage with is not spirituality, but superstition - the kind of unreasonable and dogmatically held beliefs that lead people to, oh I dunno, say, burning innocent women for witchcraft instead of listening to experts? which you know I think is kinda fair actually? like I keep harping on about that but fellas I'd be mad too. anyway my point is, depicting him as a reddit atheist is in my opinion definitely a mischaracterisation.

however I was actually gonna talk about the whole "defeating death" thing because it's so interesting to me, people often point out how fantastical, almost mystical it sounds, and he sometimes strikes that tone - "could death be only a whim of the will that has shaped this world" is a fascinating line to me because it essentially implies that the way to attain immortality is to tell god to fuck off, but then at the same time. he is initially skeptical about Simon's immortality, though interested in the claims of his longevity and extraordinary immunity to disease; he says he wants to study tissue samples from Simon's body, which seems to me like looking for a material, physiological mechanism that could be potentially found in or applied to other people (and eventually, out of desperation or fascination or both, he can get into the Kains' whole soul transference/preservation thing, but it doesn't strike me as what he was really looking for before the game. as my friend always says, if immortality of the soul was all he wanted, he'd become a priest instead of a medical researcher). he says in haruspex route that his lab works on medicine against aging; he also notes iirc that death will never not be a thing completely because people will still be killing each other. there is that thing with the reanimated lady, which always struck me as a little off in some ways, but mainly - at the start of the game, he hasn't succeeded in his goal yet, so whatever happened there, he either was unable to reproduce it, or it wasn't what he was looking for either - I mean, the fact that you can resuscitate a person under certain conditions is a great achievement, but doesn't remove the fact that people die, same as, as he says, "doctors defeat death on singular occasions" - you can manage to rescue a person from injury or disease, but it's only postponing the inevitable, so what if it wasn't inevitable anymore? the goal, I think, is so that people don't just die of old age. and the thing about that is - is that really so irrational? I mean especially if you think about the setting, if you think about the incredible, sheer rapid change of the time period from the industrial revolution to mid-20th century, that pathologic sits somewhere in the middle of, is that not something that would appear to people as both fantastical but also within grasp, as taking the witnessed progress to its furthest conclusion? same as people imagined - and correctly so - that the next step from inventing the airplane was inventing a flying machine that will go to the moon, would they not also imagine, seeing the progresses of medicine and the extending average lifespan, that we will exponentially live longer and longer? like we know it's not that simple, and Daniil's goal is meant to be unrealistic, but I don't think it's "unscientific" in the sense that it's based on magical thinking. people don't really shoot for immortality anymore but longevity research is very much a thing and I think that's just essentially what he was doing.

on the other hand, it's funny to me to imagine that him sometimes framing his work in those less-than scientific terms might've been partly what made him unpopular; I think there's more to it, especially regarding his conflict with the authorities I think it's more about him representing "revolutionary" ideals, but with his peers? even what Isidor mentions in his letter, that Daniil's detractors claimed his theories were not scientifically viable - the accusation not being that he's a heretic or a necromancer or playing god, but that he's being unreasonable; and well, if the "groundbreaking theory of human mortality" that he claims to have formulated is in fact "people die because they just let it happen, don't let god or laws of nature dictate what happens to you", well. I can see that.

[allophonicmess]

Past's Lilac Haze

Chapter 2

Masterlist

You only wanted to help you niece with her theatre project. And it got you and your Timelord husband involved in an alien attack on one of London's most famous theatres.

So much for his retirement plans.

14th Doctor x Timelord!Wife! Reader

You travelled there quickly; Rose watched in fascination. She focused on each step, watching you turn leavers, press buttons, and dial symbols on the triangular screens, but in the end, she couldn't remember all the steps. 

"You can turn that on in a clockwise direction. Count to three while you are turning it." You said in concentration, pointing towards the position of the tool on the Tardis console.

Your niece gasped," Really? Oh, my god!" She looked at the Doctor for a second approval, but he just nodded at her with a soft smile as he leaned against the railings. 

Rose grinned, completing the task you assigned her to do. She looked at you for feedback, and you nodded at her; she did well.

"Almost there…" You said in concentration, keeping your eyes on the screen displaying your flight status. "Come here, look at this." You called her over, taking her by the shoulder to place her between you and the screen. 

"Here, keep your eyes on this." You pointed at a circular symbol. You would teach her to read Gallifreyan at one point, but she was way too clever, already figuring out how to fly the ship. It would be negligent to also teach her the systems language. You loved her; you both did. But you also knew she had it in her to straight up steal the Tardis for a solo trip if she knew how.

"Keep your eyes on it." You leaned over her, flipping another switch. "And here we go!" You laughed excitedly, feeling the machine shift around you as it set into the time vortex. It felt so good to finally be flying again. Just for the fun of it and not out of duty because you were ordered to do so.

"Woah! Are we moving in time?" Rose gasped, watching with childish wonder as the symbols started spinning and changing at a fast pace. "Doctor, look!" She called him to look at the wonderous machine before her.

"Oh, I know." He laughed, crossing his arms and looking at the two of you with pride. Was this what his life was going to be like? If so, he truly loved the idea of retirement and simple things. Watching the people he loved come together and travel for fun. No more saving worlds, fighting enemies, no more running. Just this.

It sounded like heaven.

"And, volà!" You said singly, pressing a few buttons that stopped the time machine. It gave a soft whine and jutted slightly as it settled onto the softened ground just off the bank of the River Thames. 

"Are we there?" Rose asked, a little confused. "It didn't make the landing sound." She looked at the Doctor, expressing her confusion. "You know: that uhue, uhue,…"

You hummed a little smugly, "Yeah, It's not supposed to do that." You turned away from the console to grab your coat. Where did you leave it again? Ugh, in the hallway, right. You loved the new, clean interior, but it could have been more practical. The coat hanger in number 12's ship had been a game changer, and you didn't know that you could miss something so simple so dearly. 

 "That sound is the handbrake." You called a little louder as you returned from the dresser in the hallway.

Rose looked accusingly at the Doctor, "You've been flying with the handbrake on? "But he sighed, shaking his head as he moved towards the exit. 

"Maybe. But it makes it easier to navigate the fifth dimension." He pushed the Tardis doors open, allowing his niece to take a look at London in the early modern period. It was all timbered houses, a little weird-looking with uneven stories and thatched roofs. 

"Whoa!" Rose laughed, in awe at the scene. "This is even better than New York!" She was about to step out and take the scene of the city in, but the Doctor quickly stopped her, holding her back with his arm over her front. "Careful! It's wet. Don't ruin your-"He vaguely motioned towards her light sneakers. What were they called again? She had told him multiple times, in fact. She wanted them for Christmas and almost suffocated him in a tight squeeze after unwrapping them under the Christmas tree. Expensive little things, but he wasn't one to judge. Human trend cycles were so much fun to watch, really. 

"It's the 16th century, dear. Everything is wet here." You said unamused, from behind them, pushing them slightly to free up the exit. 

Rose took a careful step outside, cringing slightly at the smell. Still, she quickly forgot about it when she saw the big wooden building behind her, just a few meters away. "It's the GGlobe! Oh my god!" She was surprisingly ecstatic about anything regarding Shakespeare. 

"Yup, and in it's original spot. It got destroyed and rebuilt somewhere over there." You pointed towards a rather shabby looking barn and tavern. 

"Hold on." Rose paused for a moment, lost in thought. "You said we were going to 1598. But, the Globe wasn't finished till 1699." She concluded.

The Doctor whistled, impressed at her deduction skills. "You really are Donna's daughter." He chucked, pulling her into a side hug. He blindly reached for your hand as he led the group towards the theatre, where a group had gathered to be let in. He squeezed your hand once he felt it in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

You loved his gentle nature, preferring the soft symbols of love instead of the grand acts of romance. "You're right. But I thought,' You know what? If we are going to a Shakespearean production of the play, we might as well go see it in the Globe."

"Oh, this is much better than seeing it at some random theatre."Rose cheered. The three of you arrived at the gates, and you paused the group momentarily. "Hold on. Do you want to get sitting or standing tickets?" You looked amongst yourselves for a moment.

"Well, standing is more immersive, but then again-"The Doctor thought out loud. But Rose interrupted him before he got to finish his sentence. 

"You are old. We get it." She smiled at him to soften the blow of her brutally honest statement. "Let's get seating." She hooked her arm into his and started moving towards the other entrance and away from the gate that led to the pit. You tried to stifle your laughter, amused at her statement. 

Your husband gasped in shock at his niece's audacity. She should call herself lucky; he only let that comment slide because he loved her. 

"You little-"He was pretending to be at a loss of words, playing into the role of the upset elderly.

"As you said, Donna's daughter." You shrugged, squeezing his hand once more as you entered the small building set up in front of the theatre that acted as a ticket shop.

You had been able to get rather good seating tickets, allowing the three of you to get comfortable in the lower ranks of the circular theatre. Or as comfortable as possible, considering the seating area consisted of wooden planks nailed onto other wooden elements. It wasn't called 'the wooden o' for nothing. 

But Rose didn't mind. She was seated comfortably between her two timelord companions and studied the people moving through the theatre with great admiration. Travelling through space had been mesmerizing to her. And she admired you, maybe even envied you, for being able to travel all around the world so easily and in no time. 

Unbeknownst to her, there had been a discussion between you, the Doctor and Donna about Rose's permission to travel. Her mother knew that forbidding her to do so wholly would make no sense. She would do it any way but in a much more dangerous way; worst case, all on her own and with no one to call to for help. 

So you agreed to take it easy. Time and space travel in a light and minor friendly style. In practice, that meant exploring only one dimension at a time. Space travel? OK, keep it to Earth and the solar system for now and stay in real-time. Time travelling? Alright, but you stay on earth and don't interfere with crucial moments in time or interact with historical figures. 

It was a good agreement and assured both parties that nothing too wild would happen on the small family trips. Another positive was that it got the Doctor thinking about the absurd and frankly life-threatening places he had visited regularly in the past. Reflection was key. So now a whiteboard hung in your shared study to collect 'Rose safe travel spots'. 

"You two are settled? Feeling good?" You asked your niece, touching her arm softly to get her attention. Her eyes had been wandering over the crowd nonstop as she was oh-ing and ah-ing at her fellow theatregoers. Only this time, there happened to be a diverse mix of classes from the 17th century, all gathering to watch the play that she dreaded to perform in her 21st-century theatre class. 

The Doctor had leaned closer to her, sometimes pointing towards particularly interesting-looking people or explaining customs that would seem strange to someone born in the mid-2000s. He enjoyed the role of the spectator more than he had imagined. It was easy and allowed him to finally release the tension he usually held in his body when travelling. There had always been the need to stay on high alert to protect his companions or find the source of danger before it was too late. Allowing himself to relax typically meant that others would get hurt or die. But this newly acquired retirement allowed him to lean back and enjoy for once. The other Doctor would take care of it. He knew that he would be hungry for the chase at some point later in time. Still, he was content with taking his wife and niece to the theatre like other families did, only with the perks of owning a space and time machine. 

"Yup, all good." The Doctor answered for the two of them. He leaned forward just like you did to catch your eyes. He smiled softly at you.

"Great, I'll just get some snacks before the performance starts. You want some grapes?" You asked Rose, who was finally loosened from her trance. She looked at you with confusion at the seemingly absurd question. 

"Grapes? Can't we get real snacks?" She tried to find the vendor moving through the pit, scanning what he was offering from his vendor's tray.

"Well, they may have other fruits and nuts, but nothing snacky like you suggest." You listed a few items; none of them sparked her interest. 

"Should have come here for the evening performance then. That's when they roll out the rotisserie chicken and oysters." The Doctor commented, making the young woman cringe.

"I'm still vegan, you know. And oysters, really?" She shook her head to let go of the thought. "Um, just a drink, please. Water- No, wait, you couldn't drink that. It's poisonous, right?... I don't know, just nothing too fancy, please."

You nodded, getting up and moving through the tightly packed crowed towards the moving vendor.

"What can I get such a beautiful lady?" He asked, already prepping a few cups of wine for the thirsty crowd. 

"I'll have-"

You stopped. 

It was a lovely, slightly chilly but pretty warm day, reading that you had just entered May. Only some lone clouds graced the sky; the sun was shining. So why did you feel that sizzle of electricity? It felt like that rush in the air, the pressure around you just before a thunderstorm. Your eyes wandered through the crowd, but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. 

"What is it that you want?" The vendor asked, somewhat annoyed at your sudden loss of focus. A line had formed behind you. 

"Um, sorry. Some ale, please. Two cups." You paid for the overpriced, watered down beer and returned to your seats where your companions waited. You took a deep breath, focusing on the sloshing liquid, trying not to spill any and to calm your nerves. 

 Everything was fine.

 It's a Wednesday at the theatre, all was fine. 

But your eyes locked with the Doctors when you returned to your seat. He let Rose ramble on about some man with extraordinarily pointy shoes, only focusing on you. The two of you had perfected the non-verbal communication of eye contact. 

'All good?'

'I don't know. Something feels off…'

'You noticed it, too.'

He agreed to your assumption with a micro expression, slightly pursing his lips. You hardly saw it, ensuring that Rose wasn't aware of your exchange.

'Do we leave?'

At that moment, the third stage bell sounded, informing everyone that the show was about to begin. The movement in the pit stopped, and people in the rows sat down as the band started playing.

"Why are you still standing? It's starting." Rose said in a hushed tone, pulling your sleeve to have you sit down. "Is that mine?" She took one of the cups from you, smelling it before taking a small sip. 

You shared one more look with the Doctor before sitting down.

'It's fine. Probably just the weather.'

What a lazy lie, but you didn't want to ruin the fun for Rose. She was grinning from ear to ear, watching the performers enter the stage. You couldn't force her to leave now over the unreliable feeling that something might be off. 

It could be a minor solar storm or any irrelevant situation that just happened to make your instincts act like a real threat would. 

"Ugh, is this beer?" Rose cringed, starring angrily at the cup in her hand. 

"It's ale. It's what people drink since water is poisonous, remember?" The Doctor jested, taking the cup from her hand and taking a big sip from it to overexaggerate the joke. 

The three of you watched the performance. The actors were rather good, but you were thankful for the Tardis translations aiding Rose. Early Modern English was painful to listen to at times.

You had been able to relax after the first two acts passed with noting out of the ordinary. Rose had been fascinated by the mechanicals. Patting your leg to get your attention when the actor for Peter Quince, her assigned role, entered the stage in the first act. 

"Now it's time for the third act. They meet in the forest for the rehearsal." She whispered to you when she noticed your focus shifting away from the stage. 

 "Pat, pat. And here's a marvels convenient

place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be

our stage, this hawthorn brake our tiring-house,

and we will do it in action as we will do it before the Duke."

Rose quietly followed the lines, mouthing the words as the actor spoke them. The Doctor noticed your mental absence, leaning back to create eye contact behind Rose.

'You are alright?'

'Mhm'

You leaned forward to escape his line of view, but he moved in tandem with you.

'No, don't do that. You tell me not to do that, so don't do that yourself.'

'I'm not doing anything.'

'Your acting.. off'

'Off?'

'Oh please, your focus is somewhere else. You still have that feeling, don't you?'

 He raised his eyebrows expectingly at you. But you just shook your head.

'Yes… No,- I'm not sure it's like-'

"What are you two doing?" Rose looked between the two of you. She had noticed the staring contest that you held over her. 

"What hempen homespuns have we swagg'ring here

So near the cradle of the Fairy Queen?

What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor—

An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause."

Puck entered the stage, watching the mechanics rehearse their play. He was weaving between them, watching each one of them closely as they stayed frozen in their positions.

"Sorry, we were just-"You tried to explain but stopped when that feeling returned. You gasped, feeling a cold shower run down your back. There was unusual movement in the crowd. The people started to get uneasy, and murmuring started to get louder. The crowed started yelling at the actors. 

Why?

Because they still stood there, frozen in their movements. Only puck was slowly moving over the stage, walking towards the front of it. 

You enjoy this iffy play

Where humans pretend to hold magie

You wander blindly night and day

Ignoring the magic amongst thee

But I shall show you what there is

Behind this sadly tiring ground

When I cast around you blinding mist

And set for terror, you are bound

The yells of dissatisfaction turned into screams of terror as the monologue ended, and small, flying creatures started to attack the crowd. Rose instinctively leaned into you, trying to find safety between the two timelords beside her. 

You sighed with a profound exhaustion. Could the universe leave you alone? At least once?

[slvthrs]

could u write an imagine about being first time parents with vinnie please 🩷 i love ur stories !

MORE BABY FICS YIPPIE

┆.° ♡ — NO NSFW JUST FLUFF UNDER THE CUT

You and Vinnie have been together for a few years now, and you've always talked about starting a family. So when you found out you were pregnant, you were over the moon with excitement.

The first few weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. You were happy, scared, and anxious all at the same time. Vinnie was there for you every step of the way, holding your hand and reassuring you that everything would be okay.

As the weeks went on, you started to experience some of the common pregnancy symptoms, like morning sickness and fatigue. Vinnie would run to the store to pick up your favorite snacks and make sure you had everything you needed to feel comfortable.

When it was time for your first prenatal appointment, Vinnie went with you. You both listened intently as the doctor explained what to expect over the coming months. Vinnie was fascinated by the sound of your baby's heartbeat and couldn't stop smiling.

As the pregnancy progressed, Vinnie took on more responsibilities around the house. He cooked meals, did laundry, and cleaned up without complaint. He even went to prenatal classes with you and helped you practice breathing exercises.

You both spent hours talking about what kind of parents you wanted to be and what kind of life you wanted to create for your child. You dreamed of taking family vacations, teaching your child how to ride a bike, and cheering them on at their soccer games.

Finally, after months of waiting, it was time for your baby to arrive. Vinnie was by your side during labor, holding your hand and encouraging you every step of the way. When you heard your baby's first cry, you both burst into tears of joy.

And then there's all the post-birth milestones.

You and Vinnie have been eagerly waiting for this moment since the day you found out you were pregnant. Now, as first-time parents, you're in awe as your baby babbles and coos, trying to communicate with you in their own little way. You've been eagerly anticipating the day when you'll hear your baby say their first words, and today is that day.

As you sit on the couch with your baby in your lap, you and Vinnie watch as your little one looks up at you with big, curious eyes. Suddenly, you hear it - a soft, muffled "mama" escapes from their lips. Your heart swells with joy and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Vinnie leans over and kisses you on the cheek, his own eyes shining with pride and happiness.

Your baby continues to babble and coo, and you can't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement at this tiny little human who has come into your life. As you and Vinnie talk to your baby, encouraging them to say "dada", your little one surprises you once again - "dada" they say, with a big smile on their face.

You and Vinnie can't contain your excitement as you share a moment of joy and celebration. You never thought you could feel so much love for someone so small, and hearing your baby say "mama" and "dada" for the first time is a moment you'll never forget.

Crawling is another milestone that your baby reaches before you know it. You and Vinnie scramble to baby-proof the house, removing sharp edges, securing cabinets, and blocking off stairs. But despite your best efforts, your baby still manages to find ways to get into mischief. You laugh and shake your head as she scoots around, exploring every nook and cranny.

When your baby starts taking her first steps, you and Vinnie are right there, cheering her on. You clap and encourage her as she wobbles and falls, getting back up to try again. And when she finally takes those first confident steps on her own, you and Vinnie celebrate with tears of joy.

Mealtimes are a whole other adventure. Your baby smears food all over her face, flings her spoon across the room, and spits out anything she doesn't like. But you and Vinnie keep trying, introducing new flavors and textures, and celebrating every messy milestone.

Through it all, you and Vinnie are a team, learning and growing right alongside your baby. You laugh at the silly moments, comfort each other through the tough ones, and marvel at the wonder of watching a tiny human grow and develop right before your eyes.

[possibilistfanfiction]

Surgeons AU - when they first meet 🫶🏼

[just a tiny bit of bea's pov, maybe i'll do ava's too tomorrow]

//

it would be both stupid and irresponsible to not know at least the basics about the interns you’ll be in charge of before they get there, so you know: ava silva, md, phd is quite impressive on paper. 

however: ‘silva, you’re with me,’ you say after you’ve introduced yourself to the small group and given the other four their assignments. as you take off down the hallway. dr. silva — beautiful, although that’s not a very professional thought as their boss — is wide-eyed and enthusiastic, far too talkative for you to really engage with at 4:30 am.

‘anyway, you don’t have to call me dr. silva. that sounds so serious. ava is fine, he/she/they pronouns, i don’t really care, it’s all fun to me.’

you nod, making note, but, ‘i’m going to call you dr. silva.’

he just laughs. ‘for now.’

you fight the urge to roll your eyes. ‘you worked with dr. salvius, for your doctorate?’ you ask while you wait for the elevator, for no reason other than that it’s the most normal thing to say and sometimes the way you were raised — polite smalltalk is better than silence —still overpowers.

dr. silva nods. ‘yeah. biotech stuff, neural interfacing, all that jazz.’

‘i read your research that came out this summer in the new england journal of medicine. it was quite fascinating.’ you refrain from saying amazing or incredible or groundbreaking or bordering on miraculous because dr. silva is grinning already. 

‘pretty cool, yeah? i want to go into neuro, mostly because i would hate for all that research to just get stuck in the lab.’ 

‘well, dr. superion is the best in the world.’

‘oh yeah, i know. she and jillian have a thing; it’s actually why i wanted to match here so badly.’

you ignore she and jillian have a thing for your own sanity, pushing the button on the elevator for the fourth floor, cardio. ‘it’s a great teaching program,’ you say, because it really is, all things considered. ‘if you need anything, these first few days especially, don’t hesitate to ask. i’d rather you reach out than do it wrong.’

her grin softens into a smile, singularly for you. ‘you’re much nicer than your vibe let on at first, you know that?’

you’ve spent your whole life trying to be kind, amidst a lot of cruelty. you know you’re contained, exacting, aloof, but you liked medicine in the first place because those things — your focus and your quiet — never stop you from being able to care for people well; dr. superion, especially, has taught you that those things can make you listen better, comfort more, explain procedures more clearly to your patients and your interns both — those things can be good.

dr. silva isn’t thrown off by your silence, which is both annoying but also something you appreciate. it’s going well; he’s talking about his research and the outdoor cat who lives by her capital hill apartment, but then she’s looking at the tablet — giving you your patient’s latest vitals like you asked, getting her back on track and focused at the task at hand — and runs right into lilith, rounding the corner.

lilith’s coffee goes everywhere, all over her the floor, and dr. silva’s tablet. 

‘god fucking damn it,’ lilith says, and dr. silva just looks on a little startled but also like they’re trying not to laugh — a horrible idea, if lilith’s pinched expression is anything to go by.

you apologize to lilith, which prompts, thank god, dr. silva to also apologize. lilith hurries off, cursing — not too quietly — at her ruined scrubs, and dr. silva turns to you, a little sheepish.

‘she’s hot,’ he says, then clamps his mouth shut. ‘my bad; it’s so early.’

you roll your eyes. ‘wipe off that tablet off. we’ve got rounds.’

[jokenotfunny]

Revamped Rewrite of "Atychiphobia , 007" - previously :

Eddie / Steve x platonic!experiment!reader.

( i’m back freakazoids 😄😄😄)

You were born in Chicago, Illinois in 1971, living an ordinary life until strange things began to happen around you. Every time you were upset, objects would burst into flames or fly across the room. Your parents, overwhelmed and out of answers after countless calls, doctor’s appointments, (and even a few visits to your local church if you know what I mean,) you were finally referred to a man named Dr. Brenner. Promising to “help,” Brenner quickly took you in.

So now, at just three years old, you found yourself under Hawkins National Laboratory’s cold lights, meeting others like you—El, (008), a friendly orderly named Peter, and

By 1983, you’d been there a grating ten years. That was also the year you and Eleven made your escape. The outside world was chaotic and overwhelming after so long inside, and soon after fleeing together, you lost each other in the forest.

Days passed, and you were exhausted, hungry, and bruised from wandering through the unfamiliar terrain. Just when you were about to give up, a strange sound cut through the trees. It was unlike anything you’d ever heard. Hypnotized, you followed the sound until you stumbled upon the edge of a trailer park.

The noise grew louder, drawing you to a boy sitting alone on a picnic table, holding a strange object in his hands—a guitar. He couldn’t have been much older than you, but his hair was wild, and his fingers plucked at the guitar strings with a confidence that made the world feel brighter for a moment.

Eddie Munson, sixteen and ever the rebel, had no plans to play quietly. When he heard footsteps, he half-expected a neighbor (probably Mrs. Nolan) coming to yell at him. Instead, he looked up to find a kid in a hospital gown, bare feet covered in dirt and a wide-eyed stare.

“Uh… hi?” he managed.

You just blinked, eyeing the guitar with both fascination and fear.

As Eddie got off the table, you tensed. Eddie noticed your flinch, the dried blood under your nose, and the cuts on your legs, reminding him of the recent news about missing kids. This wasn’t some prank—something had happened to you.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, putting his hands up. “Are you hurt? Do you need help?”

You took a step back, every instinct urging you to run. But then something howled in the distance, freezing you in place. Eddie noticed your fear and softened his tone even more.

“Let’s get inside, alright? I don’t want anyone calling the cops on us. Trust me, they’re not as helpful as you’d think.”

Inside, Eddie gave you a Van Halen shirt and some sweatpants. When you tried changing right there, he quickly stopped you, face red. “Whoa—don’t do that! I mean, not in front of guys you don’t know, okay?” You nodded, a little confused, as he explained and left the room.

When you finally emerged, Eddie set a slice of cold pizza in front of you and tried to get you talking. “Ever had pizza before?”

You shook your head and took a cautious bite, which Eddie watched, amazed as you practically inhaled the slice. After a while, he asked, “So… my name’s Eddie. What’s yours?”

You pointed at your wrist, showing the number tattooed there. “007.”

“Like… James Bond?” He joked, but your blank stare told him you didn’t know what he was talking about. When you pointed at yourself and repeated, “Me,” Eddie got the hint and softened.

“Well, we can work with that. Maybe we call you ‘Seven’ or ‘Van’—you know, like Van Halen! Or maybe ‘Ozzy’?” You nodded, and Eddie laughed, feeling like he was finally getting somewhere.

The next morning, Eddie woke up to find you sitting on the floor, plucking at his guitar’s strings. Normally, he’d have a meltdown seeing anyone handle his guitar, but he could tell you didn’t know any better. When he asked if you liked it, you quickly dropped the guitar and apologized.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Eddie reassured, showing you how to hold it and strum without snapping the strings. You asked him to play “the one from last night,” so he played Black Sabbath’s *Children of the Grave*, the song that had drawn you to him.

Eddie spent the next few days teaching you guitar basics and introducing you to all his favorite bands. You especially liked Sabbath and Ozzy Osbourne’s wild stories, and you loved when he’d crank up the music and start dancing around. “This is *metal*,” he said, grinning as he showed you the classic devil horns hand gesture.

You copied him, saying, “Metal!” which made Eddie laugh, thrilled that you were opening up. He even took you to Main Street once, disguising you with a baseball cap and oversized sunglasses.

But things changed when his uncle, Wayne, came home early. He wasn’t thrilled to find Eddie skipping school, even less thrilled to find a strange girl in his clothes, sitting at the table and listening to him explain D&D.

“Hey, Ed, can we talk?”

Wayne pulled Eddie into the other room, leaving you nervously listening as their voices rose. Eddie tried to explain, but his uncle didn’t want to hear it.

“If something’s wrong, you call the police. What if they think you kidnapped her, Eddie?”

“No way! She’s a kid—she *needed* help!”

The argument kept escalating until Wayne threw his hands up in frustration. You reacted instinctively, raising your hand and sending him flying into the wall. When the dust settled, Eddie was staring at you, stunned, and Wayne was slumped against the wall, wide-eyed.

“I didn’t mean to—I thought he was going to hurt you! I’m sorry!” you shouted, panicking. Before either of them could say anything, you ran out of the trailer, vanishing into the night.

Days passed with no sign of you. Eddie searched everywhere after school, but it was like you’d disappeared. He would’ve thought he’d imagined the whole thing if not for the dent in the wall and the silence hanging over the house since you left.

Two weeks later, Eddie was in his room retuning his guitar when Wayne knocked on the door.

“Hey Ed, i’m about to head out , try not to stay up too late, alright?”

See, Wayne had been informed my Mrs. Nolan, one early afternoon when he arrived back home, that after he would leave for work at night, his nephew would leave the trailer before trailing into the woods for hours at a time. sometimes not until the early hours of the morning.

Which lead to another argument between the two munson men. Shouts of "she's a nosy bitch, who should worry about what her husband does at night instead of my shit!" and "Watch your mouth! If she wasn't watching, what would i do if you went missing too, one night, huh?!"

After that Eddie stopped going out at night, and he also didn't talk much, unless spoken to by Wayne first.

“Okay. Have a good night.” Eddie said monotonously, not looking up from his guitar.

“Oh! and uh, I ran into Garrett from the photo shop. Said these were yours.”

Wayne tossed him a manila envelope, before taking his leave. After a few minutes of back and forth glances at the thing, he finally picked it up out if curiosity.

Inside was a single photo: you and Eddie at the general store, doing the metal sign with your tongues out, smiling.

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock, his breath stuttering a bit. He had proof now—not to show anyone, but proof that you were real, that he hadn’t imagined his “coolest kid ever.” He quickly scribbled “Eddie & Van, Nov. 1983” on the back of the picture and pinned it next to his guitar.

He didn’t know if he’d ever see you again, but at least now he’d have a memory.

It would be three more years before you crossed paths again.

But that’s a story for another time.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

You know, I was wondering this for months now. Considering Yosano’s painful backstory, how do you think she felt about dazai’s suicide mania. Seriously, it’s all he talks about.

This is really interesting anon. I'm not sure if they interact much to be honest. I'm trying hard to think of a moment they actually talk... well, we do know she's at the core of the plan to revive him if he ever does die, and she absolutely would've been a part of that discussion so I think it's a given that she's looking out for him at least a little, in her own way. I would say, given her reaction to Kajii's obsession with death and her typical blunt demeanor, she probably thinks Dazai's fixation on suicide is uh... pretty stupid. But at the same time, the life he's threatening there is his own, so I like to think there was some brief concern at the beginning.

See, I think for the very reasons I'd love to see them interact (history with Mori, unfortunate commonalities with Mori they probably don't like, similar defense mechanisms of projecting an image to avoid uncomfortable questions or people getting too close - one, mischievous and lazy, and the other, highly respected and slightly sadistic)... I think this is exactly why they probably don't.

See, I don't think Dazai knows Yosano's history. He doesn't have a way of knowing it, and it's kind of the Agency's best kept secret - Fukuzawa and Ranpo are the only ones who appear to know. However, Dazai's countenance is such that he immediately had Fukuzawa telling Kunikida to just shoot him if he proves to be a threat lmao, and given a lot else in the series, I just assume that to those who aren't Atsushi or random people who get the filter of dialed-up charm Dazai, that the man just gives off supremely bad vibes. I feel like, if anything, Yosano was probably on alert around him for a bit. Dazai operates a lot like Mori, after all, and I doubt that would've gotten past her.

Also their defense mechanisms are the same. Like. They actually have some really fascinating commonalities. I love the part where Yosano grabs Atsushi's leg to examine it in her first focal chapter. I know that sounds weird but, just look.

Up until this point, all we know about Yosano is that she takes no crap from stupid people (especially stupid guys), is a doctor whose methods are... questionable, and apparently everyone in the Agency respects her but is also terrified of her. But this scene shows us something else: she's incredibly analytical. Her medical knowledge allows her to tell how Atsushi's ability is working in an instant, but when asked about it, she goes back to "shame I couldn't treat you", which is more in line with her "terrifying doctor" image she's built up. She deflects anything other than this image, is what I'm trying to say. It reminds me a lot of when Dazai gets serious then flips it so it seems like the moment was just him being silly and goofy.

Anyways, their defense mechanisms are similar in that they both build up carefully crafted images to avoid questions and vulnerability - Yosano by making herself more threatening and Dazai by making himself less threatening - so yeah, I don't think any interactions would have them being anything but being super roundabout and cordially pleasant with each other (much as I think there is some mutual respect there between them... I love the bit where Yosano is about to go full feral on the guy who hurt the cafe owner and Dazai's full-on smirking about it like "ohoho you screwed up big time lol").

As for the whole suicide thing, I know it can be uncomfortable the way the Agency brushes off his attempts, but I honestly think that Dazai's attempts are not actually serious (I firmly believe he is not actively trying to die anymore, even if he is still passively suicidal and genuinely depressed - he does it because it's a part of his nonthreatening yet disconcerting image, and also because it's likely a habit at this point), and that they probably have tried to speak with him about it at one point but it didn't go anywhere (because Dazai would never have an honest conversation about something like that...) so they settled for making a plan in case something did end up happening to him. From the wording in 55 Minutes, I thought it seemed pretty strongly implied that this plan was created less out of the potential for Dazai getting hurt on a mission than in the case of if he should ever hurt himself.

See, what I'd be interested to know is if Dazai made the terrible error in judgement of attempting to flirt with Yosano on introduction. ...I bet that went well.

[mcufanfics]

Unexpected Chemistry - Doctor Strange (fanfic)! ⚠️ warning! Smut/18+ scenes!

It was a breezy afternoon when you decided to visit your favorite spiritual shop, a hidden gem tucked away in the heart of the city. The shop was filled with the scent of incense and the soft glow of candlelight, with ambient music creating a tranquil atmosphere. As you perused the crystals and tarot cards, your attention was suddenly drawn to a tall man browsing through the same section.

His presence was commanding, his aura almost tangible. With sharp features, intense blue eyes, and an air of confidence, he stood out among the eclectic mix of patrons. You couldn’t help but stare a bit longer than socially acceptable, captivated by his enigmatic demeanor. To your surprise, he noticed. His eyes met yours, and a small, knowing smile played on his lips. Feeling caught, you quickly averted your gaze, pretending to be engrossed in a book about chakras.

Moments later, you heard his voice, smooth and confident, “Finding anything interesting?”

You looked up, your heart skipping a beat. “Oh, um, just browsing. How about you?”

“I’m always interested in expanding my knowledge,” he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m Stephen, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself, feeling a strange connection. There was something magnetic about him that made you want to keep talking. After a few moments of small talk, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Would you like to grab a coffee with me? There’s a nice café not far from here.”

His smile broadened. “I’d love that.”

You both decided to meet outside the shop a few hours later, and after parting ways, you couldn’t shake off the excitement bubbling inside you. When the time came, you found him waiting, looking even more striking in the evening light. Together, you walked to the café, and as you sat down, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

Stephen was charming and flirtatious, his wit sharp and engaging. He had a way of making you feel at ease while simultaneously setting your heart racing. You found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time, sharing stories and learning about each other’s lives. He talked about his journey from being a renowned surgeon to discovering the mystical arts.

“So, what got you interested in spiritual shops?” he asked, genuinely curious.

You smiled, feeling comfortable opening up. “I’ve always been drawn to the metaphysical. There’s something calming about connecting with the spiritual side of things. It helps balance my everyday life, especially working at the pet shop.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “There’s a lot of wisdom in ancient practices. They teach us to look beyond the obvious, to understand the deeper layers of reality.”

You were fascinated by his perspective. “You sound like you’ve had quite the journey yourself. What led you to... this?” You gestured vaguely, unsure how to describe his aura of mystery.

Stephen chuckled softly. “A series of unfortunate events, as they say. I was a neurosurgeon, arrogant and obsessed with my work, until a car accident changed everything. My hands were ruined, and I searched the world for healing. That’s when I found Kamar-Taj and learned about the mystic arts. It opened my eyes to a reality far beyond what I had ever imagined.”

His story was both tragic and inspiring. “That’s incredible. It must have taken a lot of strength to go through that.”

He looked at you with a warmth that made your heart flutter. “It did. But I found a new purpose. And meeting people like you makes it all worth it.”

After a delightful time at the café, he looked at you with a warmth that made your heart race. “How about we have a real date in three days? There’s an Italian restaurant I think you’d love,” he proposed.

You nodded eagerly, “I’d like that.”

Three days passed in a blur of anticipation. You went about your routine at the pet shop, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Stephen. You replayed your conversations in your mind, each memory making you smile. When the evening of the date arrived, you dressed carefully, wanting to look your best. Stephen was waiting outside the restaurant, looking dapper and sophisticated in a tailored suit.

Dinner was a magical experience. The restaurant was cozy and intimate, with soft lighting and the aroma of delicious Italian dishes filling the air. Stephen pulled out your chair for you, his gentlemanly manners making you feel special.

As you browsed the menu, he leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. “What looks good to you?”

You glanced up, meeting his eyes. “Everything. I can’t decide.”

He chuckled. “How about we share a few dishes? That way, we get to try more.”

You agreed, and soon, the table was filled with a variety of plates, each one more delicious than the last. Over dinner, the conversation deepened.

“So, Y/N,” Stephen said, his gaze intense yet playful, “what’s something about you that most people don’t know?”

You thought for a moment, enjoying the way his attention never wavered from you. “I have a secret passion for painting. It’s something I do to relax, but I’ve never shown my work to anyone.”

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “A hidden artist. I’d love to see your paintings sometime.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “Maybe someday. What about you, Stephen? Any hidden talents?”

He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, aside from bending the fabric of reality, I’m quite skilled at close-up magic. Want to see a trick?”

You nodded eagerly. He puts his hand in his pocket and pulled out a deck of cards, performing an intricate sleight of hand that left you both amazed and amused.

“Impressive,” you said, genuinely awed. “You must be fun at parties.”

He laughed. “I try. It’s all about keeping people entertained.”

As the evening came to a close, he insisted on walking you home. The streets were quiet, and the moon cast a soft glow over everything. You talked about your favorite books, movies, and places you’d like to visit someday.

Outside your apartment, he reached out for a hug. His embrace was warm and comforting, his arms wrapping around you in a way that made you feel safe. As you looked into each other’s eyes, still holding each other, he leaned in and kissed you gently. It was a tender, lingering kiss that left you breathless and wanting more.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear before he turned and walked away.

You watched him go, your heart fluttering, and then made your way inside. Sleep came easily that night, filled with dreams of him.

The next day was like any other, until you returned home from work. As you settled on the couch to watch TV, a familiar swirling light caught your eye. Stephen stepped through a portal, his eyes intense and filled with a longing that mirrored your own.

Stephen's gaze locked onto yours, a mixture of relief and desire igniting the air between you. He sauntered over to the couch, his voice a deep, velvety rumble.

“Can we talk?”

You look at him surprised

“yes of course”

He takes a seat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking.

“I... I can't stop thinking about you.”

He says, his confession hanging in the air.

You can't help smiling as you look at him

“The same honestly”

Stephen's heart skips a beat as you smile. He leans a little closer, his gaze fixated on you, his voice filled with a touch of vulnerability.

“I've been trying to tell myself it's a terrible idea, that I shouldn't let my feelings for you grow.”

Without saying anything or any warning he leans in and kisses you.

The moment their lips meet, time seems to stand still. Stephen's hand finds its way to your cheek, his touch gentle yet filled with a barely restrained passion. As he deepens the kiss, all the doubts and hesitation that had weighed on him disappear. He pulls you closer, as if he can't get enough of you.

His grip on you tightens the moment he hears you moan. The sound sends a jolt of electricity through him, his mind and body on fire with desire. He deepens the kiss, his tongue gently exploring your mouth, tasting, claiming. He can't get enough of you, his hands roving over your body, needing to feel every inch of you.

His dominance takes over as he gently pushes you back onto the couch, his body covering yours. His hands wander over your curves, his lips exploring your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your skin. He growls, the sound deep and possessive as he hovers over you, his eyes darkened with desire.

Your arms wraps around his shoulders and neck slowly and his lips continue their downward path, his breath hot against your skin. His hands find the hem of your shirt, slowly peeling it off, revealing more and more of your skin to him. The sight of you, laid out beneath him, is driving him wild. He can barely contain himself, his body screaming for more, to claim you fully.

Once your shirt is removed, Stephen pauses to take in the sight of you beneath him, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes roam over your exposed skin, his gaze filled with hunger. He leans in, his lips finding your collarbone as his hands gently run down your sides, savoring the feel of your body against him. He kisses a path down your chest, his tongue teasing and tasting, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake.

You gasp as fingers find that sweet spot between your legs, his touch sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through you. He kisses you deeply, capturing your gasp with his mouth as his fingers move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He groans into the kiss, feeling the way you respond to his touch, the way your body arches against him.

His finger slides into you, eliciting a moan from you. He begins moving his finger in and out, setting a rhythm that makes your breath come in quick gasps. His eyes are dark and intense, watching your every reaction.

Stephen watches you closely, a satisfied grin on his face as he hears your soft moans. He adds another finger, stretching you slowly, his pace and pressure increasing. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers,

“That's it, let me hear you.”

He grins as he feels you nearing the brink of ecstasy, but instead of letting you fall over that precipice, he suddenly stops, pulling his fingers away. You let out a whine of protest, but he captures it with a kiss, his lips claiming yours in a possessive, dominant display.

He catches your hand before it reaches his most sensitive area. He intertwines his fingers with yours, pinning it in place against the couch. His gaze is intense, the look in his eyes commanding.

“No, not yet.”

He hovers over you, his body pressing down on yours, his lips finding your ear as he whispers,

“This is about you.”

You nod with a hint of disappointment but still you couldn't really complain,

“Alright..”

He stands up to pull you up and lead you to the bedroom, he pushes you gently to your back on the bed.

Stephen's eyes roam over you as he stands before you, his gaze molten hot with desire. He strips off his clothes, revealing his toned, lean body. His skin is marked with the faint traces of old injuries and the scars left behind from past battles.

He crawls onto the bed, his body covering yours as he hovers over you, the press of his skin against your making your heart race, your breathing to quicken.

Stephen takes his time as his lips move down your body, leaving a trail of hot, open-moutheds against your skin. You gasp as he licks your clit, the brief moment of pleasure sending a wave of heat through you.

The feel of his tongue on your sensitive flesh, the pressure, the slight bite of his teeth, makes you bite your lip to keep from crying out. Stephen moves his way up your body, his lips leaving hot, wet kisses as he goes. He stops, his lips hovering over yours, his breaths coming in short pants.

His body is a solid weight against you as he positions himself between your legs. He looks down at you, eyes darkened with desire, his breath hot. You feel the press of his length against your entrance, and you shiver in anticipation.

Stephen shudders at the feel of your touch, the gentle caress like a match to the fire that's burning within him. He adjusts his position slightly, pressing the tip of his length against your entrance. His eyes meet yours, his breathing a little ragged as he speaks, his voice rough with lust

"Ready?”

You nod gently and he looks into your eyes, making sure you're okay, and then slowly, carefully, he starts to push himself inside you.

Stephen lets out a low growl as he sinks further into you, your gasp and moans igniting something primal within him. He struggles to control himself, wanting to go slow, to take his time. But the feeling of you around him is making it difficult.

He starts to move, slow and deep, each thrust drawing a moan from your lips. He watches you, every expression, every sound you make, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and possession. His arms shake as he holds himself above you, the need to take you, to claim you, almost overwhelming him.

The feeling of your hand on his arms, the way you gasp and moan as he moves inside you, drives him wild. He wants to hear more, wants to make you cry out his name. He changes his angle slightly, increasing the pace a little, and the sound that escapes you makes him groan deeply.

Stephen's control snaps at the sound of your small whines and moans. His thrusts becomes deeper, rougher, his pace increasing, his body covering yours completely. He pins your wrists above your head, the gesture dominant, possessive. He growls in your ear.

His grip on your wrists tightens, the feeling of you beneath him making him lose what little control he has left. The sound of your gasps and moans, the way you breath quickens, the way you respond to him drives him wild. He pounds into you harder, deeper.

He keeps up the relentless pace, taking you with a primal need. He can feel you trembling, the way you whine, moan and gasp for breath, and it drives him mad.

“That's it, good girl”

His words sends shivers down your body and he notices the effect his words have on you, the way you shiver. He smirks, his eyes dark and intense as he looks down at you.

“You like that, don't you? You like it when I take control”

His pace increases, his thrusts getting rougher, his grip on your wrists never wavering.

As you whine and moan for him, he moves his other hand down to your abdomen, pressing down hard against the mattress. The pressure makes your body arch up against him, and he lets out a low, guttural growl of approval. His eyes rake over you, taking in the sight of you trembling beneath him, his hand holding you down, and his possessive need for you increases tenfold.

Stephen can feel your body tensing beneath him, signalling that you're close. The way your moans and gasps get louder as he presses your abdomen down, tells him all he needs to know. He grins, his own breathing ragged and ragged with need. He keeps up the pace and pressure, his eyes dark and locked with yours, wanting to push you over the edge.

His eyes narrow at your words, a low, possessive growl rumbling in his chest. You can feel his grip tightening, his hold on you becoming fiercer as he feels your body beginning to come undone.*

“Yes, that's it. Come for me,”

He demands, his voice deep and commanding

Stephen watches as you come undone beneath him, the sound of your long drawn-out moan and the feeling of your entrence twitching, drive him to the edge. He holds on just a little longer, savoring the sight of you quivering and shaking, the sound of your voice saying his name, his own body on the brink of exploding. He gasps, his eyes dark and intense,

“Good girl”

Now he can't hold back any longer. With a final hard thrust, he lets go, his body shuddering and tensing as he spills himself inside you. He groans deeply, his arms giving out as he collapses on top of you. He's panting, his breaths coming in shuddering gasps, his chest heaving with the effort. His body is slick with sweat, and he rolls onto his side, pulling you close against him.

He pulls you against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other gently tracing lazy patterns on your skin. His breathing is ragged, his heart racing, still reeling from the intensity of their encounter. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips gently brushing against your sensitive skin, placing soft kisses. He says nothing, simply enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms, close to him.

The next morning, you woke up in each other’s arms. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over you both. You spent a lazy morning cuddling, showering together, making coffee, and enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company.

As he prepared to leave, Stephen kissed you deeply. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

With a smile, you watched him step through a portal, disappearing from view. Your heart was full, knowing that this was just the beginning of something incredible.

Part 2 coming soon!

[guardian-of-fandoms]

"Do you have any idea what he might be after?"

"Cole" leaned against the back wall, absently rubbing his cybernetic.

"No idea. Aside from targeting you, I can't think of what his plan could be."

The team idled outside the lab, trying to come up with a plan.

Charlie paced, trying to dwell on what he knew about the situation.

"Different dimension or not, Morocco is a dangerous man... He knows how to adapt to his situation."

"But how do you know he's actually here for us?"

Kade stood beside Heatwave, suspicion still clouding his mind.

"Look, you still haven't told us how you even got here! Maybe we'd have a better time with a plan if you actually helped us out!"

"Actually, that is a fair point.."

Chase nodded, slowly asking,

"Cole, how DID you get here?"

Cole tensed, his eyes drifting to the floor.

".... I... I don't know...."

He pulled away from the wall, absently pacing around.

"I'd spent weeks tracking him down. I knew from his pattern of gathering supplies, he was up to something. But by the time I found him, it was too late, his plan was in motion."

He gripped his arm, his eyes squeezing shut with a grimace.

".... Just as I intercepted him, he triggered something. Just as I lunged at him, some kind of portal opened up... And I accidentally pushed us both through. Next thing I know, I was in in your lab... But it wasn't the the lab I knew."

"Do you have any ideas as to how this portal was triggered?"

"I'm not sure... The only thing i can think of is his power source."

Doc nodded, asking,

"Can you describe this power source?"

".... I don't know what it is. The Greenes of my world never could identify it. All we know, is that it has insane power, but it's effects can be wildly unpredictable. It looks like some type of purple gemstone, he kept a piece of it on him at all times, in his cane."

"... wait..."

Boulder suddenly remembered something.

"... A purple gemstone... why does that sound familiar... WAIT!"

Graham perked up, pointing over at Boulder as they shouted in unison,

"THE TIME MACHINE!"

"Time machine?"

Cole looked confused, and Charlie explained,

"The Doctor Morocco of this world has a fascination with Time Travel, we've had a few incidents."

Doc's eyes went wide as he nodded, all the pieces falling into place.

"Yes... And he's used a similar unidentified purple crystal as a power source, just like the one you describe!"

The science trio exchanged a look, everything clicking.

"In this universe, the power source has the ability to open temporal barriers-"

"But we know that Cole's universe has differences from ours, as evidenced by the Rescue Boy predicament never occurring in his reality-"

"So if the crystal in our universe allows our morocco to toy with Time Travel-"

Cole finished the thought, realization settling in.

"Then the crystal from my universe doesn't have TEMPORAL properties, it has Dimensional properties!"

Doc Greene nodded furiously, practically shouting,

"Both crystals can warp the fabric of reality, but on a different spectrum!"

"Hold on!"

Kade threw out his hands, staring at cole.

"One of the first things you said to us was bringing up the time machine, and now you have no idea what it is?"

"There was literally a sign in front of it that said, "Time Machine, DO NOT USE". My Doc Greene puts radiation stickers on his lunchbox, I wasn't sure if it was an ACTUAL Time Machine!"

Charlie shot a glance at Doc, raising an eyebrow.

"... You labled the time machine?"

Doc coughed awkwardly.

"I.. May have done so... And i shall remove that sign at a later time..."

Charlie sighed, and Kade rolled his eyes, but kept his stare trained on Cole.

"Got any other bombs you wanna drop on us?"

Cole returned his icy stare.

"All that matters now is destroying that madman once and for all."

"Yeah, because you've done a great job of that so far."

"How.... DARE YOU?!"

Everyone tensed as Cole's arm started crackling and sparking with electricity.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'VE SACRIFICED!?!? WHAT I'VE LOST?!?! I'VE DEVOTED MY LIFE TO TEARING HIM APART, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO STAND HERE AND JUDGE?!?"

Kade watched the sparks, but kept his composure.

"That's just it. I don't know. So either you can tell me why you've been on the rampage, or we can keep being a couple of Hotheads, stuck at each other's throats, and get nothing done. Your choice."

"My choice?"

"Kade..."

Charlie carefully approached, his hands outstretched.

"Listen.... We all just need to calm down... if we just-"

"No..."

Cole's head dropped, before a dark, bitter laugh barked out.

"I thought it was better for none of you to know... But since you insist... Fine..."

Cole's arm started trembling, and as he looked up, a golden glow overtook his eyes.

"Nine years ago... You all died. Your counterparts- MY FAMILY-... You're all gone. Murdered by HIM. My Morocco used- .... He lured you all into a trap. He'd rigged the stature in town square with a high grade explosive... Thermal activated, and rigged with EMP pulses to paralyze the bots. You... You didn't even know what hit you..."

Dead silence engulfed the team.

Cole's arm trembled, sparks crackling and escaping him, his chest heaving as a hot, burning tear escaped his eye.

"... Heatwave and I were the only survivors.... I... I lost so much... I lost you... Once i realized what'd happened... i vowed, not to let that... that monster... destroy another family...."

He turned, unable to face them.

"... I couldn't let your Cody lose you the way I did. I... couldn't... lose you again..."

Frozen horror rang throughout the team, Charlie pressing his hands over his mouth, Dani's face frozen in a numb gasp, Graham's hands absently fidgeting together.

Blades, Chase, and Boulder all exchanged a look, then carefully turned their gaze to Heatwave.

Heatwave could only stare blankly out, a numbness in his spark.

But Kade hissed out a slow breath.

Being right wasn't always rewarding.

"... Hey... I'm.. I'm sorry-"

"Why?"

Cole's response was short, pain in his voice as he turned to face Kade, his eyes burning.

"You got what you wanted, didn't you? You wanted answers, you got answers. You wanted to know who I am, you know, you wanted to know why i'm here, you know."

He took heavy steps forward, jabbing a robotic finger at Kade's chest.

Kade stared at the dampness in his eyes, illuminated by the golden glow.

"But you will never know what I had to do to survive. You want to give me a choice?! That MONSTER took my choice away from, more than you'll ever know.... What I had to learn, who I had to become, you'd never get it through your thick skull. So look me in the eye. Look me DEAD in my eyes, and tell me I wasn't enough. Tell me i couldn't save you."

His hand moved, gripping Kade's shoulder in a death grip.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me it should've been me."

Kade stuttered. struggling to form his words coherently.

Slowly, the robotic arm released.

Without a word, "Cole" pulled away, slowly disappearing behind the lab.

Everyone stood stunned into silence, silently trading glances with each other.

Looks like all their questions had been answered...

-

"Idiot... what were you thinking... You never should've told them..."

"Cole" buried his head in his hands, his breaths sharp, a deep pain shooting through his chest.

He couldn't fight the tears dripping down his face, nor the electricity crackling around his arm.

... He'd scarified everything, in the name of avenging his family.

He'd burned bridges he could never repair.

He'd pushed away what few people he had left.

The nights spent obsessively stalking the streets, practically begging for any sign of trouble, if only to distract his own thoughts.

And yet... He had nothing to show for it.

Through years of anger and blood,

The monster had escaped him again and again, living another day to taunt him.

Another day to torture him over his greatest mistake.

Another day to remind him of what he'd done.

He gasped, trying to tune out the darkness in his brain.

"Don't think about the static... Don't think about the static..."

The static that had plagued his nightmares came out now, the white fuzz rattling around his brain seemed to swallow him, his pain echoing louder and louder.

It should've been him.

No-one else should've died for his mistake.

"Col- .... Cody."

He felt himself tense, seeing Kade slowly approach from around the corner.

He tried to stop the sparks, hastily wiping his eyes as he snarled,

"What do you want?"

Kade sighed, coming up beside him.

"... I deserve that."

The visitor blinked in surprise, as Kade awkwardly rubbed his neck.

".... Look... I haven't been... great..."

The visitor snorted bitterly.

"You think?"

Kade rolled his eyes.

"Listen, Hotshot. I just..."

He sighed, and after a moment's hesitation, the guest slowly motioned to the ground beside him.

Kade plopped down, rubbing his brow.

"You... dropped something, back in the woods."

Kade pulled the comn out of his pocket, and the guest gasped, snatching it back and cradling it protectively in his hands.

"You've had this the whole time?!"

"I know, i know. But... I... I don't know... I..."

The guest clicked it open, staring tenderly at the photo inside.

".... My Kade and I... We didn't always get along. I was mad at him, for... well..."

"Being a bonehead?"

Kade smirked, and the guest sighed, a small, bitter smile on his face as he chuckled.

"Yeah.... But.... I miss him.. I miss you all...."

They fell quiet, before Kade slowly looked over.

".... I didn't want to believe you were Cody, because..."

"You didn't want to think that your brother could turn into somebody like me."

".... No, I didn't..."

Kade sighed, glancing over at the photo.

"... He's so... Innocent."

"Innocent, or Naive?"

He closed the Comn, feeling the ebb of pain.

"When I saw him, your brother... There was something... Pure, in his eyes. It was... like looking in a mirror. I was him, once.... So... so long ago..."

"Do you wish you could go back, be like him again?"

He went quiet, and slowly reach out his cybernetic, staring at the gold glow, before closing the palm into a fist.

"... I don't think I could. I... I can never be that kid again..."

"Do you think my Cody should stay that kid? Or do you want him to become more like you?"

"No, No.... I hope he never becomes like me... I wouldn't wish that upon anyone..."

He was quiet, then met Kade's eyes.

"... People tried to encourage me, after it happened. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger", stuff like that. But... I wasn't stronger. I wasn't stronger at all. How would something like that possibly make anybody stronger? No.... Tragedy doesn't make anybody stronger... I had to rebuild myself, from the ground up. Mentally.... and physically..."

Kade couldn't help the glance over at the cybernetic, as the visitor finished,

"No... What didn't kill me didn't make me stronger... I made myself stronger... Because i couldn't let this happen again."

Kade mused on that, and thought of his own Cody, blissfully unaware of any of this.

"... I know the whole point of the multiverse is differences, each world is different from each other, that's kinda the whole point here. But..."

"You're wondering if your brother could go through something similar.... or worse."

"... Yeah..."

He leaned back, staring at the setting sun, the golden flares of daylight's passing.

"Who's to say... Reality is a fickle thing. The Cody of this world might be fated to become like me, or he could have a happier fate, neither of us can really know. But I promise... I won't let Morocco decide his fate for him. Not... Not like me...."

He touched Kade's shoulder, this time with his flesh hand, his grip much softer.

".... My Kade and I, we didn't get along often. And... I never got a chance to get on better terms with him. But.... His last act... He shielded me... He threw himself on top of me... I think that's the only reason I survived... I've spent nine years wanting to thank him... wanting to apologize... Apologize to all of you.... And then, I saw you. I saw all of you. But i knew... You weren't mine. I wasn't yours. And... It hurt. It really, really hurt... So it was easier to stay guarded. I was almost GLAD you didn't trust me. Because i knew i couldn't get close. But I could at least protect you. With you hating me every step of the way, I could protect you."

Kade let his words sink in, before grabbing the alternate's hand.

"... I don't know what your Kade was like... But I can't imagine a universe where I wouldn't have forgiven you, Cody."

Cody's eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping him.

Kade nodded, adding,

"... Let's try again, okay? We'll help you stop your Morocco, get justice for your Family. But... What would you have to apologize for? It's not like... what happened was your fault."

His breath tensed, something in his face shifting.

Kade could swear he almost saw.....

Guilt....

The alternate Cody pulled away, his face turning pained as his hand started to tremble, jerking away from Kade.

".... I'm.... glad, we can start over.... But... We need to focus. We... need to plan our next move."

".... Yeah, sure. Let's... go see Doc and the others, okay?"

"Good... Good..."

He glanced back at Kade with a smile, but his eyes gave him away.

"I... I'm glad we talked.... Thank you, Kade. You're not mine, but... You're a lot like him.... I missed you."

He walked off around the corner, and Kade hesitated, something sitting wrong....

Why had he reacted so strangely, to forgiveness?

And while he didn't doubt the story, one small detail had stuck out instantly.

.... They wouldn't have sent Cody out into the field.

He should've been in the command center.

There's no way the rescue team of his world would've allowed him to tag along on a suspicious, potentially dangerous setup.

Cody had the habit of popping up at emergencies, but even if he was there, they'd never have let him get so close....

But if this was a planned attack....

Despite the progress made, Kade frowned.

He gazed at the sky, now twinged with the dark blues of night.

Something wasn't adding up.

Something wasn't right.

He just wasn't sure what....

-

"Boulder, I believe you're familiar with Occam's Razor?"

Boulder nodded to Doc Greene, As the team huddled around a table dragged outside, staring down at the frozen image of the Alternate Morocco.

Doc Greene stared down at the image, the gears in his brain turning furiously.

"In theory, perhaps a simpler solution may benefit us. A highly concentrated EMP pulse may disable him long enough to permanently dismantle him."

"But there's one thing I don't understand."

Cody paced around, Heatwave stepping aside as he absently paced a circle around the team.

"Earlier, I unleashed EVERYTHING i had at him. Hell, I still haven't recovered all the power i used, but... He wasn't destroyed. The explosive i slapped on him certainly did some damage, but it was like my power did nothing."

"Wait..."

Graham's eyes went wide, remembering something.

"Bio-electricity, you hit him with your Bio-electricity.... You said your Morocco still has biological components!!"

"Mostly just a brain in a can, but... yeah?"

Dani gasped, realizing where this was going.

"You said that power source was unpredicable, just like the one from this universe, right? Your blast didn't fry him, he absorbed it!!"

Cody slapped his forehead with his palm, groaning.

"GAH, WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?!?!"

Doc nodded, capping things off.

"Brilliant deductions!! His biological components combined with the power source must've allowed him to absorb the surplus in power! I'm afraid that rather than overwhelm him..."

"I powered him up."

Cody could only glower, and Doc gazed at him sympathetically, before turning back to the table.

"While that is an unfortunate turn, there's hope yet. Now... You are experienced in draining mass amounts of power, correct?"

He nodded, seeing where this was going.

"I get it... If I can take back my energy from him-"

"That could provide us the perfect opportunity to hit him with a mass EMP, disabling him for good."

Doc Greene motioned to the team, pulling a large case out from under the table.

"This has been in development for quite some time, I was merely waiting for the right moment to preform a field test...."

Doc opened the case, revealing a ovular, silver and orange disk.

"This, essentially, is an EMP on par with that of Griffin Crest. I must admit, I took inspiration from the device Evan and Myles used some time ago, albeit much more centralized."

He turned it over, showing a flat surface.

"By coincidence, it happens to operate much like our guest's EMPs, It's magnetic locked, and only effects the direct target, But it operates on a far stronger scale. This could be our best chance, in theory."

Cody finished his lap around the team, slowly walking over to the table.

There was suddenly a ding from Doc's tablet, and he quickly grabbed it, gasping.

"I have a lead on the Alternate Morocco's wherabouts!"

Kade didn't like the blank look in Cody's eyes as he locked onto the devices.

".... Really? This... This could be my chance at stopping him?"

"Indeed."

Charlie nodded, addressing the team,

"You heard him, team. Looks like we have our plan."

Cody's eyes suddenly dropped.

"... Did I say you were coming?"

A chill engulfed the air, a beat of silence stunning everyone.

"... What?"

He sighed, smiling sadly as he reached into his pocket.

".... I'm sorry...."

there was a flash of gold, and thick grey Smoke suddenly billowed into the air, the hacking coughs of the humans barely concealing the click of the visitor's freshly repaired helmet pulling up over his face, the clank of metal hitting the ground, and the snap of electricity.

"CODY!!!"

Kade charged forward as the smoke died away, only to smack face first into a glowing barrier.

"WHAT THE-"

"Energy barrier. Designed by my Doc Greene."

The team stared at the pulsing walls surrounding them, seemingly produced by a series of black metal boxes thrown around where they'd all been huddled up.

Kade pounded on the barrier, his face twisted.

"WHAT ABOUT ALL THAT STUFF YOU SAID?!"

The Alternate Cody held Doc's tablet and case, his face twinged with pain, but a darkness fell across his eyes.

"... I also said I wouldn't let you die again. I'm sorry, really. But... This is the way it has to be. For your own good."

Blades, Boulder, and Chase pounded on the barriers, the top sealing just above their heads, the team sharing frantic looks between them as the situation registered.

Cody sighed, a burning sensation from his soul as he held out his hoverboard, the wings extending.

But just as he turned, one voice made his blood run cold.

"... Forgetting somebody?"

Heatwave stood, inches from the outside of the barrier.

Cody's hart sank like a stone.

Heatwave took a delicate step forward, his face tense as he raised his arms.

"No sudden moves. Let's just talk this out."

Cody's breath was tight, his arm glowing.

"No.... no no no no anybody but you..."

Heatwave felt his spark skip a beat.

"You couldn't attack me earlier. You said I survived in your world, is that why?"

".... You took care of me... after everyone was gone, while you were still grieving, while you were still healing, you took care of me."

"Right, right..."

Heatwave tried to think of a plan, but his spark ached at the pain in this Cody's eyes.

"You know I would do anything for you, kid... So, you don't have to do this. Let them out, and we can get justice for your family, as a team."

Kade rammed his shoulder against the barrier, shouting,

"DON'T DO THIS, HE'LL KILL YOU IF YOU GO ALONE, PLEASE!"

Cody slowly dug a hand into his pocket, his eyes squeezing shut as a shuddering breath escaped him, a hot, wet tear trailing down his face.

".... The only one who should've died that day was me. Now... I have to make things right. No matter the cost. So if i die... Then at least... I'll have paid for my failures."

With tears streaming down his face, his arm illuminated the darkened area, and he pulled a familiar black cube.

"CODY WAIT-"

But it was too late.

With a flash of gold, the box attached to Heatwave's chest, a gasp escaping him as he froze in place.

Cody gasped, his helmet falling open as he wiped and scrubbed at his eyes, his breath gasping and high.

"... I'm sorry.. I'm so... so sorry... But I have to..."

His helmet folded close once more, and he sharply turned away, his chest still shuddering as he threw the hoverboard to the ground.

"...I'm sorry..."

Smoke engulfed the area once more, and he was gone.

-

"I can't believe you lost it!"

"I said I was sorry!!!"

"Don't go too far, now!"

Cody and Frankie trudged through the winding foliage, the latter calling back at their teacher,

"We won't!"

Cody's flashlight beams danced through the dark trees, scanning for the missing frizbee.

"It can't have gone too far... You don't think it got stuck in a tree, did you?"

"Hmm... judging from the angle you threw it at, I don't think so. It can't have gone too far. But if we don't find it, you're getting me a new one."

"Yeah, heh, that's fair."

Cody wandered off from Frankie, a bit nervous from the dark, but feeling brave from his light.

"You see anything?"

"No, nothing here..."

Cody wound behind a couple trees, before seeing the beams of his light catch the shine of green plastic.

"Bingo!"

He dropped to the ground, finding it half buried under a large bush.

"Frankie, I got it!"

He stood back up, waving his prize triumphantly, but paused.

He couldn't see the beam from Frankie's flashlight anywhere.

".... Frankie?"

A bad feeling crept up on him, the frizbee falling from his hand as he spun a circle.

"Frankie, if this is a prank it isn't funny.... Frankie?"

The snap of a twig caught his attention, and he gasped, before sighing in relief, seeing Frankie standing a few feet away, her back turned to him.

"Frankie, there you are! Don't do that, you scared me!"

Frankie didn't respond.

He glanced down at her hands, noticing her flashlight was gone, her hand instead closed around something smaller.

".... Frankie?"

He didn't even notice the looming figure behind him, the red glow from the narrowed eyes peircing through the darkness.

[ohallthecrushes]

You're a storm in a teacup and I'm starting to like the chaos.

I've been written this story since the last episode of Criminal minds Evolution that I've seen, which was...around one year ago. And this is so far the longest story I've ever written. Damn. I'm impressed by my own hyperfixation on this. xd I've never published it anyway, cause honestly, it was for my own amusement. Kind of self-inserted main character, you know. But since I've almost lost the whole story, I've decided to put it here to make it immortal. Who knows, maybe there are fans of CME that will find this story interesting (or sick, or both, hopefully both) and who love Elias Voit as a character (I don't recommend falling in love with someone like him!)

Without further ado!

Summary: Evelyn is a young-troubled woman who's just escaped a highly guarded psych ward (twice, but this time causing havoc on her way out)

Now she's running through the city, hiding from police. A not-so-accidental encounter with a man named Elias Voit will change her life forever. And she'll change his. His seemingly selfless help is laced with danger, hidden agenda, manipulation, endless tension, and...love? Slow burning inteligent-idiots-in-love trope. But mind you, just because it's a love story, doesn't mean it ends well.

General warnings throughout the story: Manipulation, illegal activities, murder(s), Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, explicit content, language... The whole pack. It's Criminal minds after all.

In this episode: 🎶Should I stay or should I go now?🎶 Elias starts messing with her head, manipulating her into thinking he's her best option to survive. Plus a little bit of smug flirtation on his side.

Her brows furrowed in a mixture of anger and defiance. Couldn't he give her a break? She met his gaze. "You're kidding."

A smirk played on Elias' lips as he watched the play of emotions on her face. Her initial surprise quickly turned into a defiance. He'd known she'd consider escape, that a chance of freedom would be too hard to resist. Gaining her trust was proving more challenging than he'd anticipated. She had a rebellious nature, it was clear to see. And that could be a big problem if he didn't find a way to keep it at bay...

"Look, I've put some effort into finding you, not for you to run away immediately. I need a quick rest and I need to be sure that you'll be here when I open my eyes."

Yet, the way her eyes narrowed, the way she crossed her arms in a protest, held a perverse kind of fascination for him. That rebellious spirit, that flame that refused to be extinguished... She challenged him from the beginning, refusing to submit to him. He liked that.

"Stubborn," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "Just like I predicted." He extended the handcuffs towards her, the metal made a soft clank sound. "Come on, Snow White. Let's not make this any harder than it needs to be."

She looked at him with her chin up. She wouldn't agree to be cuffed. not unless he forced her with his gun...but that would be a contradiction to what he'd said to her earlier and he wouldn't sound very trustworthy now. She gulped, either way she hoped the gun wouldn't be the extension of his persuasion.

He smirked, he knew she wouldn't go for it willingly. She wasn't the type to be easily subdued. But unlike the naive doctors and clueless police, Elias understood her. Much better than she understood herself.

He tossed the handcuffs onto the table with a nonchalant shrug. "Alright, alright," he conceded, feigning exasperation. "You win. No cuffs. But don't think for a second that we're done talking." His voice softened, but there was a warning in his eyes. "You're more than capable of taking care of yourself, that much is clear, but you're not making it easier for yourself by being blindly unruly."

Even though it looked like a backing down, he knew exactly what he was doing. It was a risk though, offering her a choice, the illusion of a choice to be honest, but it should appease her need for rebellion.

She stared at him as she analyzed his behavior, her gaze unwavering. The absence of force, the offer of a choice, was quite unexpected. Was he manipulating her decision? Trying to lull her into a false sense of security?

"I'm not blindly unruly, Elias," she finally said. "I'm just not a fool."

"Fine." He says as he shrugged. "And not a fan of playing with handcuffs, get it. Maybe some other time."

She rolled her eyes at him and watched him settled down on a worn-out sofa.

He looked at her one last time before lying down. He wasn't naive enough to believe she'd decide to stay, but he trusted his instincts. He stretched out, feigning exhaustion. Or maybe not feigning, he did feel tired. A little shut-eye wouldn't hurt.

She locked her eyes on him, watching him with a steady gaze. He sighed heavily before he spoke.

"Your eyes are piercing through me. Keep staring at me like that and I'll really think you have a thing for me."

"You wish." She said as she looked away.

She was contemplating ugly wallpaper and a couple of spiderwebs for some time until she heard soft snores. Ah, finally. She smirked as she slowly stood up and crept closer to the sofa. Her eyes watching the steady movements of his chest, her mind focused of one mission – the car keys.

As she stood above him, making sure he indeed had fallen asleep, she carefully extended her hand. Her fingers slid inside his pocket. She basically prayed for him not to wake up right now. She didn't want to hear another suggestive comment about putting her hand into his pocket. Really slowly she pulled out the glinting metal – the car keys. Freedom was suddenly within her reach.

But as she held the keys, a mischievous idea crept into her mind. The gun. The ever-present symbol of power tucked into his waistband. What if she stole it too?

Her hand hovered, fingers inches away from the weapon. The thrill, the potential for control, was tempting. But she hesitated and shook her head. Better not to push her luck. Elias wouldn't be easily disarmed, even in his sleep. That would be a stupid move.

She carefully backed away from him and slipped back across the room. She had what she needed. A manic grin stretched across her face as she left quietly. The car was outside as if waiting for her return.

Sliding behind the wheel, a wave of excitement washed over her. She'd done it. Escaped once again. She could now drive away, leave Elias behind and disappear into the night.

But as she turned the key in the ignition and gripped the wheel, a strange disquiet settled in her stomach. The thrill began to recede, replaced by an unsettling doubt. Why the hesitation? Her escape had been flawlessly executed. This was what she wanted, right?

Yes, there was a twinge of guilt for lying to him. But that alone shouldn't be enough to hold her back from running away, right?

She paused. What if he was right? Did she really have better chances to survive alone than with him? The engine humming softly beneath her as she felt torn between two conflicting desires. Part of her wanted to hit the gas and run away, But another part of her hesitated, unsure whether she truly had the strength to face the future alone.

Loneliness, the chilling spectre of isolation, might prove to be a more terrifying monster than Elias himself.

Speaking of Elias... He cracked open one eye, then the other, the scene before him confirming his suspicions. Evelyn was gone.

Surprise? No. Disappointment? Not a flicker. It was as predictable. She was a creature of flight, she relied on her ability to escape more than anything else. He knew that this wouldn't be her last escape attempt to flee from him. But that was aright. He was experience with runaways and confident in his ability to track her down if necessary.

A low chuckle escaped his lips as the rumble of a car engine reached his ears. He rose smoothly and padded towards the front door. Stepping out onto the rain-slicked porch, he found her just as he imagined – sitting inside the car, engine purring, but not moving. Maybe she was finally beginning to realize that he was her only hope. That she needed him whether she liked it or not.

He approached the car calmly and smirked as he saw the look of annoyance on her face. He knew that she was annoyed that he was right and angry at herself for staying.

He leaned against the car door and looked at her through the open window. "Having second thought, Snow White?" he didn't even try to hide amusement.

"Don't flatter yourself" She glared at him. "I'm just thinking."

"Thinking is good. It means you're considering your options." he nodded, his voice softening a touch "we both know you won't last long out there. You're a rabbit, not a fox. But I…" He paused. "I can offer you safety, understanding and a chance to catch your breath. And what do you have to lose to stay with me?"

Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel, her mind racing. He saw the flicker of doubt in her eyes. He made a compelling argument as much as she hated to admit it.

She met his gaze, her eyes still filled with defiance. "Fine." she said grudgingly. "But if you try to pull anything, I'm gone. Got it?"

He nodded, a satisfied smile spread across his face. "Got it. Now, let's get out of here before the old man wakes up."

Elias knew he had won this round, but it was far from over. Defeated, she wasn't. Just… offended. He watched her climb out of the car. She marched around the car with a stiff back, then slid into the passenger seat, the very picture of resentment.

As they drove on, the first rays of dawn painted the sky with streaks of pink and orange. Evelyn remained silent, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. He stole a glance at her. This silence, this charged tension, was both irritating and boring to him. He thrived on engagement, on the push and pull of conversation.

"So," he began, feigning nonchalance, "what's the plan, Miss Thorne? Hold your breath until you pass out, or grace me with the music of your voice?"

It was a deliberate attempt to provoke her and to his amusement, it worked.

"Oh, believe me, Elias," she spat, her voice laced with ice, "you'd be begging for silence if you knew the symphony my thoughts are composing for you right now."

He laughed. "There you are!" he exclaimed, a hint of relief lacing his voice. "I was starting to think you were a malfunctioning robot. You don't have to be silent, you know. Conversation can be therapeutic."

She rolled her eyes. "Therapeutic? Coming from you, that's rich."

He chuckled. "Fair point. But seriously, you can talk to me. I'm not the enemy here."

She raised her brows, skepticism clear in her expression. "Right. Because making me break into a house and then threatening to handcuff me screams friendly."

he shrugged, a grin tugged his lips. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides I think we make a pretty good team. Don't you?"

Despite herself, a tiny unwilling smile played on her lips. The tension hadn't abated, but at least it was crackling with something other than pure hostility. "You think we're team?"

"We're getting there." he said lightly "Every good partnership starts with a bit of friction. Keeps things interesting." He leaned back at his seat, satisfied. The silence was broken and he felt confident that he was getting through to her, bit by bit.

The sun continued to rise, bathing the world in a golden light. she watched the scenery for a moment before she asked him a question that had been gnawing at her.

"How exactly do you see our partnership?"

He glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, his tone light. "Picture this: a network, a web of individuals all working together, orchestrated by someone with vision. Someone like me. I see your abilities, your cunning, your resourcefulness fitting perfectly into this web. You'd be an asset."

"An asset." she repeated, her voice dripping with skepticism. "To what exactly?"

He was careful not to divulge too much. "Think of it as a highly organized group. We're efficient, strategic, and always one step ahead. With your skills, you could be part of something... bigger."

Her eyes narrowed. "So, you're some kind of mastermind?"

He chuckled. "Something like that. But it's not just about power or control. It's about survival, about thriving in a world that doesn't understand people like us."

She didn't buy it, but she couldn't entirely dismiss it either. Elias had already proven his capability and cunning. Was he delusional? It was hard to say. But underestimating him would be a fool's game.

"I’m not agreeing to anything." she finally said, her voice low and steady.

He didn't seem deterred. In fact, he looked almost amused. "That's fine, Snow White," he said, the nickname rolling off his tongue with a playful lilt.

She bristled. "Don't call me that."

He smirked. He liked that she was engaging with him, even if it was out of annoyance. "Why not? It suits you. Pale skin, dark hair... a mysterious allure."

Heat rose to her cheeks, a mix of annoyance and… flattering. He was deliberately getting under her skin, and for some inexplicable reason, it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"Fine," she snapped, her voice tight. "But don't expect me to play your little fairytale princess."

A slow, predatory smile spread across Elias' face. He knew she wouldn't.

[carefulfears]

I saw you tagged that photo of Mulder, Krycek and Scully as “I’m so fascinated by them”; can you talk about that? I don’t know if I’ve given too much thought to their dynamic before and I’m curious as to why you like them as a trio

anon, i want to walk you through a scenario. you’re a 29 year old medical doctor teaching classes at quantico after having been separated from your first assignment at the fbi. you miss your partner. you’re giving morbid lectures and nearly crying when a student says you sound “spooky” and arranging covert meetings at the watergate hotel.

one day, your ex-partner reaches out to ask for your help on a case! you’ve been waiting for this for months! you practically begged to autopsy a body covered in sewage waste and mutant worms for this!

he comes to see you about the case, and your face falls as you realize that he’s brought with him a new partner. “this is alex krycek, we’re working the case together,” he says. standing next to this barbie doll looking motherfucker (whose hand you pointedly refuse to shake).

your wary “trust no one” friend, who accused you of being a spy when it was your first day on his assignment, has seemingly taken to this new ally. they’re carpooling and saving each other’s lives in train stations and venturing into hostage situations without telling you. (“sounds like your new partner is working out…must be nice not having someone question your every move,” you tell him cheekily over the phone).

in a split second, a broken window, a mountaintop- your life changes forever. three months of missing time, and you come back to find a reopened office and an FBI agent without a partner; that hand you refused to shake participated in your violation, then disappeared without a trace.

it isn’t long before he’s back: one, two, three gunshots fired. a father. an apartment wall. a sister.

(though i don’t know if scully ever found out that krycek was there when her sister was killed)

in a moment of quick thinking and sweaty desperation, you break up a fight and trade a bullet in the deceiver for a bullet in your partner’s shoulder; less than a year after introduction in your autopsy bay, you save both lives.

over the years, he’s the shadow you can’t quite shake. when your partner makes his way to hong kong or russia, it’s not you that goes trailing after.

you do follow his tracks into a dark apartment, ask him, what are you thinking about? listen to him tell you about destiny. fate. the “inextricable relationships” of our lives.

when he changes his tune, suddenly willing to follow leads he had admonished you for suggesting, you could swear you heard russian translation.

(i know scully doesn’t know that krycek kissed him)

office fires, nanobots, and air force base abductions later, you strategize over chinese takeout and pizza. you stand at the head of the table, your partner two people removed, the russian to his immediate left.

perhaps it would be too much to ask, after the funeral, to grieve free of threat. nonetheless, there’s leather around hospital corners, broken vials in the garage, a seat taken at the bureau when you still don’t have one to share.

three more gunshots, the spy dies and you give birth on the same day. it’s colder without a shadow, though you can’t say you miss it.

you stand in a court of law and can’t help but notice, your partner looking over his shoulder.

[boundinparchment]

Dream a Little Dream of Me - XXI

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc. AO3 Chapter is Here.

“I was hoping we wouldn’t meet this way.”

The stranger was a small child and her legs dangled from the piano bench.  She looked out of place, lost, too full of life for this space.  And yet, despite her appearance, she had the gaze you only saw from those with long lives who had stories upon stories to tell.  She shook her head as she continued.

“In fact, I was hoping we wouldn’t have to meet at all.  But to say more beyond that would put you in grave danger, both from myself and your own circumstances.  Please forgive me for being obtuse.”

“Then why are you here?” You asked, looking out into the hallway, towards the direction you just came from.

Empty.  Zandik would likely be a while longer and sound didn’t carry down several flights of stairs.  But sometimes he had such a keen sense when something was amiss…as though he could always see you…or at least sense you.

Better to get what answers you could.  You knew this game well enough.  You turned your attention back to the young girl.  The rooms in your private quarters were decorated long before you arrived, dark wood and dark colors with gold accents that made the stranger stand out like a fresh sprout in a dull field.

“No, better question: who are you?” you rephrased.

“You can call me Nahida.  I cannot stay long, not without consequence.  And I believe I would be correct in surmising that you also know that something about this,” the little radish, for you couldn’t help but see her as one, raised her arms and gestured to the room, “is not as it seems.”

Such was the life of a Harbinger’s partner, you wanted to counter.  But the argument never made it to your lips.  You didn’t quite believe it would matter.

“Subtle hints are all I can offer; anything else will cause destabilization.  And my own presence is already spread too thin.  But the Outcast’s soulmate…was someone I had to meet for myself when I realized who you were.”

There it was again, that word.  You’d heard it whispered in the hall of the Akademiya when you first truly laid eyes on your soulmate, on the one who called himself The Doctor.  He must have done something truly horrific to warrant such a name from both the student body and the Sages themselves.  But the child in front of you was neither, that much you could guess.  Your expression shifted and the hairs on the back of your neck rose.

“Don’t call him that,” you spat.

“The two of you are…two sides of the same coin…passionate, dedicated to your work, but you are grounded in your humanity, your emotion, whereas his pursuit of knowledge has no limitations…someone like him would be innately fascinated by such a connection…especially his unique, if understandable, perspective on the Divine…”

Nahida hopped down from the piano bench and crossed her arms.  

This had never happened before.  No one ever managed to get past the security in place in this particular section of the Palace.  There were a few exceptions, of course, but Zandik wouldn’t make one for a tiny child who looked like a newborn tree.  

“Your analysis is poignant but I do not understand, exactly, what it is you’re doing here,” you said.  “I don’t think a child would have managed to slip past the guards, let alone figure out the security system that—”

“What do you call him?” Nahida asked suddenly.  “The Outcast goes by a different name according to you, otherwise the title would not make you so uncomfortable.”

The answer was immediate, your heart providing it for you.

“Zandik.  To me, he is Zandik.”

The name was enough to make the child pause and look at you again, her gaze seeing through you.  No way was she only a mere child.  Children were observant, far smarter than they were ever given credit for, but there was weight to her line of sight, a levity that…

“I see.  And does he remind you of the Zandik of your dreams?  The one you first met?”

You were taken aback, your heart skipping for a moment.  What kind of question was that?  If the mention of his moniker wasn’t bad enough, this child was now questioning you and your perception.

You knew who, precisely, your soulmate was.  The man down in the workshop could be no one else except for Zandik.  You’d spent more than half of your life dreaming of him, dreaming with him, through all of the good and the bad that you’d experienced over the course of your lives.

He’d never told you how he became the Outcast; conversely, you never told him the extent of your suffering at the hands of your patron.  Barriers neither of you touched.

You glared at her, no longer caring whether she was a curious child or something, someone, else.  So many years were spent questioning others’ actions and words, second-guessing yourself at every turn.  Not again.

“Consider it,” Nahida said.  “That is all I ask.  Look again.  When we remember events, we’re really remembering the last time we thought of them.  Distortions happen over time, our minds filling in gaps to make sense of what, at the time, did not.”

You heard your name from down the hall, a joyous song full of teasing promise.  He was finished for the night.  He was all yours.  

Your head jolted towards the direction of the sound but when you turned your head back towards the piano, the bright sprout was gone, no trace of its presence.  You could have dreamt the entire interaction but your chest tightened at that notion as you doubted yourself.  No.  She wasn’t a hallucination.  You were exhausted but you never…

A hand pressed against the small of your back and you jolted, torn from your thoughts.  Familiar colors and details came into view, gray pants, pinstripe waistcoat, exposed collarbone, aquamarine hair and crimson eyes as deep as the wine you would serve with dinner.  Zandik’s mouth was dipped into a pout, concern etched into his brow.  Worry looked too much like he was trying to solve a problem as of late.

“Noor ‘eini, you shouldn’t hide things from me,” his other hand brushed hair away from your forehead.  “I know when you aren’t feeling alright.  Overworking yourself isn’t the solution.”

“Says the man who spends days in his lab without sleep.”

“Touche,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, his touch lingering.  “But I’m here now, aren’t I?”

You felt yourself melt into the touch, too exhausted to provide a sharp comeback.  So much to do.  At least ten pages still needed to be inked and finalized.  The very notion made your mind protest and you felt yourself being directed away from your music room and towards the bedroom, urging you to take a break.

“You can go back to it after you’ve given your eyes and hands a break,” Zandik compromised.  “But for now…”

You felt soft covers and cool sheets, warmth that was more than just your own, your body craving everything.

All of this…

All of this felt right.

He was Zandik.  Your Zandik.

Nothing was out of place.

Nothing.

[broomsticks]

HP fic rec list: underrated gems of 2022

AO3 collection here. mostly ultra rare pairs, gen fic, character studies, and G/T rated fic. all are short <10k-ish reads (plenty of <1k ficlets) - do give them a read if any look interesting!

transports of delight by @swoontodeath (1.7k, G). The Knight Bus meets the Catbus. Sometimes destiny looks a lot like driving in the same direction.

pairing: Knight Bus (Harry Potter)/Catbus (My Neighbor Totoro). come for the crack ship, stay for the autistic stan shunpike. i’m a sucker for outsider POV and this is why — such great opportunity for some unique characterization, which this author took full advantage of here!

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Life of Pye by @houseofhebrideanblacks (9k, E). Augustus Pye sees patients at St. Mungo's.

SUCH a creative unique fic - love it when authors take their deep IRL expertise and weave it into the canon HP verse. as the author put it, for anyone curious about what a nonmagical doctor sounds like writing about what they imagine magical medicine is like, day in and day out.

“It’s Puddlemere versus the Cannons tonight. The cup final.” Pye stopped mid-stride and mid-thought, shoulders seeming to weep under the weight of realisation. “Oh no,” he almost whispered. “Oh yes,” Marge glowered, “and you’re alone tonight, Rupert is off sick.” “Good heavens,” Pye whimpered, his coffee seeming to shrink in his hand, both in potency and relevance. In the waiting room behind him, three blokes hurricaned in chanting “CANNONS, CANNONS, CANNONS,” their unconscious friend slumped and dragged between them. “You know how it is, Pye,” Marge turned and shuffled back to validate the young witch’s national insurance card. Speaking over her shoulder, she finished, “never a dull moment at Mungo’s.”

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Strangers In A Strange Land by @sleepstxtic (7.5k words, T). Helga, Salazar, and Godric dock in a strange land looking for the elusive fourth member of their team.

helga/rowena, founders friendship with POC Rowena Ravenclaw and Viking Helga Hufflepuff. CANON NODS and POC REP and FEMSLASH and a wonderful fascinating setting — ticks every single one of my AU boxes. another incredibly inventive and criminally underrated story.

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A Different Truth by @paulamcg (2.8k, G). A week before Halloween 1993, when a colleague appreciates his company, Cuthbert may feel alive, even though he's dead and it's Saturday.

ok this is the last time i will say criminally underrated. canon-compliant POA first person cuthbert binns & remus lupin. this could’ve been slash and i would’ve been sold on it. i love their friendship, bonding over literature (of course) and a walk in the woods (so unexpected, but works so well.)

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Meagre Pieces by @vdoshu (1k words, T). The Muggle-born Registration Commission is announced, and Andromeda feels sick.

The fact that the first Muggle-born Minister for Magic was a great victory for equality . . . one which was never again repeated.

@thistlecatfics’s trans teddy tonks x andromeda is taking over the world and i’m here for it. the political commentary in this. doshu you absolute wizard — you’ve got such range and you nail it every. single. time.

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O let the world come at you, love (currently anonymous) (5k, T). Twelve-year-old Harry tries to figure out his parents' polyamorous relationship with Peter Pettigrew.

the first fic for the peter/lily/james tag on AO3, gifted to me for this year’s rare pairs exchange, and it’s all the wholesome fluff i i could’ve wanted from this ship and more!!! so much poly rep!! background wolfstar+tonks (ish), dorlene+implied others, and just the perfect epilogue 🥰

"Does it bother you that your parents are with Pete?" Sirius asked. "No! I know they're polymers."

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Nirmal by @crazybutgood (2.8k, G).

postwar cho/padma. i ADORE this fic. there are literally LINKS to all the places and foods and songs mentioned, it’s an ENTIRE immersive multimedia experience in 3k words - a beautiful and horrendously underappreciated fic, imo.

hawa paani ka badlaav hona chahiye—A change in atmosphere is often needed to improve one's health or state of mind. Literally, a change in the winds, and the water. Parvati quoted that saying to us one evening last month, suggesting that it would be good for Cho and me. My parents knew that I had been with Cho for just over a year then, and welcomed her to stay with us after the Battle … Cho actually looked interested at the idea and suggested our home countries for a month each. And so, we’re currently visiting Mumbai first, staying in a Muggle area at my Muggle maushi’s place, in July—during the monsoon season.

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a heart the size of jupiter (a smile like the sun) by gghostish (300 words, G, no archive warnings).

linny, epileptic luna lovegood. such a lovely achy hurty little thing ❤️

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métamorphoses by @venom0usbarbie (5k, M). The blood curse took her grandmother. And now, she has to pay the piper if she doesn't want it to take her too.

astoria greengrass-centric, astoria & hermione (gen/possible pre-relationship). this fic wow. where do i begin!! the descriptive writing. the angsty family feels. the way barbie writes the blurring of thoughts and feelings and emotions into physical sensations is harrowingly good. check out everything else by her if you liked this, her style is inimitable.

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wood-rush and wildflowers by @nanneramma (500 words, G). Lily has a secret, and it's time to tell Petunia.

wonderful little canon compliant alternate character POV vignette, gorgeous writing. also reccing this horrorific pansy/tom (ad te omnis caro veniet, 1.3k, M), this gorgeously sad canon-compliant alice & neville (gaps, 300, G), and every single one of nan’s summer femslash double drabbles!

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covered in your ivy by @girl-with-goats (1.5k, M).

smutty BDSM remus/lily with planty metaphors that just work so well for this pairing!

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I Always Underestimate You by @patriceavril (10k, M).

sirius & lily friendship! multi-era, canon compliant, sirius/mary and jily. i love the way patrice characterizes this friendship -- it’s not always easy, and that’s why it feels so earned!

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Madam Smith by @lumosatnight (200 words, G). HOKEY/WINKY! SO charming and sweet and lovely and fluffy.

A Bleak Midwinter by @bluesundaycake (500, T). A Fenrir Greyback character study. feel sorry for baby fenrir thank you bye <3

Pray by @krethes (300, T). A Hope Lupin character study. yes hello hi read and CRY WITH ME

The Prince's Poems by @inmyownlittlecorner5. seven poems, misc formats. this author writes the most enthralling snape, and making it poetry is just !!! unfair. such powerful writing in so few words.

[thegeminisage]

star trek update time. once again, i've fallen behind, thanks again to hades. sunday* we watched "equilibrium" and "second skin" and last night* we watched "the abandoned" and "civil defense."

im typing this at fuck o clock monday night its scheduled to go up without me tmrw morning

equilibrium:

hi, sorry, the cold opening of them having dinner here......i could have watched a whole episode of this alone. odo learning to cook. kira thinking he's cute (HI???). bashir being precious about beets. sisko best cook ever. it was so good and i was a little wary when jadzia ruined it with a trill mood swing or whatever i was like damn this episode won't make me like dax any better unfortunately

actually though the episode was fine. the hallucinations were decently scary and i liked getting to know jadzia a little better ie about her hatred of doctors

it was also nice that 1. bashir stopped being a freak about her and 2. her hair is less big now. her falling asleep in his quarters (and her wanting the bottom bunk bc of curzon falling out of a tree) was so cute actually. i want to like her!!! i'm trying hard.

i also really liked the mystery in this episode, but if we're talking times a trill has been traumatized by going into a bad host, what about that one guy who stole her in like season 2 or whenever...?

i wish dax had gotten to apologize to kira also :( women should be kissing not fighting

i do LOVE when sisko calls jadzia old man. i think it's so fun. the gender of it all. i also really liked his little line about how he still misses curzon sometimes but would also be devastated if anything happened to jadzia. dax both is and isn't curzon, both is and isn't jadzia...where that divide is and what makes up dax vs what makes up jadzia is really fascinating to me, i wish we explored it more

scene in the pool at the end i was so afraid she was gonna get naked. thank god.

second skin:

hhhhholy fuck

so, i loved this episode right up until the very last second. firstly, every kira episode is great. she's fantastic and so well-written and such a talented actress, i'm obsessed with her. secondly, we flirted with an amnesia plot for a hot second which was so fun. thirdly, what the FUCK

i love also, hi, that kira unpacked so much of her thoughts about the missing week of her life in odo's office. he's literally her sounding board. is this thing on? they love each other

the sheer raw fucked up factor of kira waking up AS A CARDASSIAN. she looked like she wanted to tear off her own skin and who can blame her. i hardly recognized her

GARAK IS HERE. i really love whatever he's going going on with sisko. "this is extortion" "yes it is" and also "that's the first totally honest thing you've ever said to me" every single conversation they have is like. garak flirts for fun and for sport with everyone in this show (INCLUDING KIRA???) and sisko is constantly meeting him in the middle . also, him putting the fear of god into that ship that tried to board them <3

the mystery of this episode was so intriguing. i was on the edge of my seat waiting for the gang (INCLUDING ODO!!!) to rescue kira. i wanted to figure out the Truth, bc obviously she's not a fucking cardassian. but i do feel they dropped the ball a little at the end

firstly, it seems too convenient that kira happens to look SO much like the real illiana that her OWN FATHER could not tell them apart. yeah, yeah, ten years, but are we serious rn?

SECONDLY, i don't think kira getting teary when given this keepsake (which was already weird) and declaring this cardassian dissident to be a "good man" is very IC. she's only come to that kind of understanding with one cardassian before (guy who pretended to do war crimes), and given the traumatic nature of this whole ordeal, i would have expected her to have mixed feelings/have trouble expressing this aloud, even if she did believe it. so we ended on kind of a weak note there, overall though incredible experience

the abandoned:

first, when i said "give odo a baby" i did not mean it like this.

second, dad sisko. my best friend sisko. sisko holding a baby, sisko missing his own baby, sisko sisko sisko my beloved

uhhh sisko not doing good with his own son because...drummroll please...jake is still dating the dabo girl

i genuinely thought this was a throwaway line but we have a whole fucking PLOT in here

i don't understand sisko at the end of this ep being like "yeah they can keep dating." ik this show is 30 years old but JAKE IS SIXTEEN. THE DABO GIRL IS 20. she seems nice and definitely she shouldn't be judged for being a dabo girl and if this character were like 18 i'd be like, okay, that's two years, she's only technically an adult, but TWENTY? at this age, 4 years is a HUGE gap

also, her tits were pushed so far out i wasn't even sure if they were real or not...HE IS SIXTEEN. like yes he knows what tits are but she is an ADULT??? eugh.

ANYWAY, odo's quarters!!! i like that he finally has a real room and doesn't just live in a bucket at work like presumably the cardassians made him do. kira bringing him a housewarming gift and wanting a peek at what he had going on in there was genuinely so sweet i wanted to kerm. i'm glad we got that since they argued later BUT win for me bc we also ended the episode on them

rip odo's trauma :( lab specimen ptsd meets founders identity crisis for a total fucjing breakdown. he did pretty good considering

civil defense:

10/10 EPISODES THIS ONE WAS AMAZING

lots of really fun sisko moments in this. i love when he gets to save the day and i love when he hangs out with jake. jakes was extremely brave and helpful too he saved their asses a bunch of times. today he got to be one of the grown-ups

GARAK IS HERE! i love how he showed up to help and then everything became immediately worse. every time you'd think "it cannot possibly get worse than this" it does

odo and quark essentially being locked in an elevator together. odo calling him devious (honorific). quark calling odo a guy with integrity (derogatory). i still don't Love quark but he's extremely funny and his scenes with odo are always a riot

STAR OF THIS SHOW GUL DUKAT. he showed up to laugh at their predicament and generally be unhelpful which was pretty funny but also i was a little mad at him and then he threatened kira which made me REALLY mad at him (she was so solid though she didn't budge and inch hell yes girl) and then he. got trapped on the space station also which was FUCKING hilarious. like i had been just mad enough to enjoy seeing him suffer under the reverse uno and find it IMMENSELY satisfying. you thought GARAK was a cringefail loser at getting this space station to work? he has nothing on gul dukat, who managed to not only make it EVEN WORSE but lock himself out of every system on the station. incredible work

absolutely though the best part of this episode BY FAR was when gul dukat was flirting with kira and nobody realized it but garak and he called him out on it 1. humiliating him in front of his crush 2. roasting him (bc anyone could see kira would have better taste) 3. reminding him that he's married 4. propping up kira herself bc garak supports women's rights and bajorans rights and also their wrongs. garak diss track when.

anyway, this episode hit the perfect balance between tense and funny, every single character had something fun to do or say, fucking excellent television

TONIGHT: um. um the first tng movie. um. the one with. the one where. please don't make me say it

[chewyjellycable]

oooo you want to talk about dele on tumblr soo bad ooooooo

I CAN'T BELIEVE I NEVER ACTUALLY RAMBLED ABOUT THEM ON HERE OH MY GOOOD I NEED TO FIX THIS. (Edit: This is a lie I did it once and entirely forgot about it. There's a lot more info in this one, though feel free to check the other one even if there's repeat information!!)

Anyways here's a list of things about Bredele de Cassonade I think y'all should know (with many accompanying links):

Bredele is intersex (designated AFAB though), and (kind of) identifies as Agender! They use They/He/Zem, but are fine with any other pronouns. It doesn't matter if you use masc, fem, or androgenous terms for them!!

Unlike Langue, they found their identity very easily since they really didn't care what they aligned with. It all felt silly to them. Langue would dog on them about not being "girly enough", but even then they didn't feel like a ""real girl"" (their body always functioned oddly due to being intersex), so! They're not!

They like growing their hair out and letting their facial hair grow in, but they rarely get to do that because of work. They did have longer hair in their school years before they chopped it off for the sake of their job. They let their stubble grow in when they're on vacation, though!!

Though when it comes to relationship, they CANNOT for the life of them figure out what they like. They last assigned themself to be asexual and androromantic, but even they're not sure. It's hard for them to decipher a lot of things emotionally, especially relationships with others.

They currently hold ""possible relationship interest"" in Milk, Espresso, and Cream Cheese Tea.

Their pet is called Ditzboard, who's a ditzy little thing who trip and falls and does all manner of clumsy things but never drops its documents!!

Autism. They bit things as a child and still do sometimes when under stress. They get overstimulated, they hate the sound of their own heartbeat, they have specific tastes in food and textures, they have shutdowns (and meltdowns), they don't understand social cues very well outside of what they've had to teach themself... They also do a lot to themself to make themself feel ALIVE, though I won't specify what here.

They've held an interest in doctors since they were a kid. Hell, as a kid their favorite game series was Trauma Center. Much like how Langue played Ace Attorney when they were younger. :] Both DS games!! I like to think they shared a DS as kids.

Dele also has a keen interest in blood. It may be morbid, but they love thinking about it. It's not that they'd harm anyone for it, absolutely not, but the red fluid is something they think about and it fascinated them endlessly. They'll be bleeding and think of the blood and how it will clot and what it looks like on his skin whilst treating the injury. (They also don't have many to talk about this interest in for obvious reasons.)

Despite their visual differences, Langue and Bredele do get mistaken for each other sometimes!! Dele gets flattered, Langue gets offended.

Dele is ONE inch taller than Langue, and was born moments after Langue was. The lawyer SEETHES at the fact that Dele is better in ANY capacity. Langue will take anything they can get to prove they're better than him.

Langue's jealousy runs deep. Being the louder and more emotional of the two, they're one of Dele's worst critics. They'll lie to zem, bicker with zem, but at the end of the day they're siblings and Dele wouldn't give that up for the world. Langue, however... It's hard to say if they'd truly give up much for zem.

Bredele has learned mending magic from the spare few times they've visited Parfaedia. He's not very magically gifted, so he'll take what he can get!! Besides, it's very useful for equipment (and Langue's glasses when those crack and break too much to reform quickly).

They think Dasani Bottled Water is very unhealthy compared to other types of water bottles due to the lies Langue has told him.

BACK ON THE EMOTIONAL PROCESSING. Dele cannot cry. Well, they CAN, but it's very hard for them to. They can go through the world ending and there's only a chance that they could. A lot of negative emotion just gets numbed out and they can't express it unless it just gets to be Too Much, and even then it's just. So. Difficult. At a younger age, they were called a monster for being so "emotionless".