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tzuyuscloud · 2 years ago

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Heyo! May I request a scenario where reader and chaewon (lesserafim) were best friends since childhood but reader had to move away. They met again, when they both became idols and they started to talk again and start to date privately!

Dreams Kim Chaewon x Fem Reader

TW// mention of blood

First day of Kindergarten

On your first day of kindergarten you walked into the colorful classroom looking for a place to sit after hanging up your backpack next to a bright blue Hello Kitty themed bag. You looked at the name tag on the bag attempting to read the messy handwriting. “Kim Ch-Chaewon?” you stuttered out.

“Das my bookbag” a small voice mumbled from behind you. You turned around seeing a short girl who looked to be about 3 years old but was really 6 just like you. She had big brown eyes and jet black hair that stopped at her mid back with bangs. “Hewwo my name is Kim Chaewon, whats your name?” she asked shyly. Her eyes never met yours but stayed planted on your shoes which were a sparkly yellow that also had a Sanrio character stitched onto them.

“Hi Chaewonie, my name is L/N, F/N. I really like your bookbag. Do you wanna be my friend?” Chaewon was shocked by your sudden question, a wide smile pulling at her chubby cheeks.

“Really!!? Of course! I’ve never had a friend before!” She jumped up and down excitedly before clinging to your arm.

5th Grade

You looked over at your best friend who sat beside you in the hallway, holding her book-bag over her head just like you. You saw as the teacher smacked her hand when she attempted to lower her arms just for a second. “Ugh my arms are gonna break, seonsaengnim~” Chaewon whined her face was red from the actions but you still couldnt help but smile at her cute pout.

You and Chaewon were late to class because you two were rehearsing for your talent show duet you were doing together. You both dreamed of becoming idols together and winning global awards together. But right now all you two were accomplishing was the world record for how long a student could hold their backpack over their heads without crying. Although Chaewon failed, as tears streamed down her reddened cheeks.

10th grade

Chaewon started going to school at Hanlim performing arts school leaving you alone at school because she was able to become a trainee. Deep down your heart was aching, not only because you didn’t see your best friend often but because you had a hard time finding auditions and even passing the first one. You practiced hard day and night on top of studying until you got nose bleeds, becoming top student of your class.

Randomly when you were walking home from class one evening you saw a tall man in a business casual suit following behind you closely causing your heart to start racing and you started walking faster before bolting through the steep alleyway. “yah! slow down!” the man shouted eventually catching up to you when you fell, scrapping your exposed knees.

You were already frustrated with everything on your mind and not hearing from your best friend for a while, that you falling was really your last straw causing you to break down. “Oh! oh my are you alright? I didn’t mean to startle you” The man held out his hand offering help. You took his offer, standing up and brushing yourself off before you wiped your tears away with a sniffle. “Who are you?” You sniffled.

“Im a talent scouter. I work for JYP, you seem like idol material but from that fall I think you’d make a great actress as well.” the man laughed but you didn’t smile not once.

12th grade

When you heard about Chaewon’s debut in IZone you were practicing for your dance evaluation when Ryujin came up to you showing you her phone screen. “The year of the 4th gen girl groups are beginning!!!” she squealed excitedly. As you skimmed the group image of the 12 girls a certain red haired beauty caught your eye. Chaewon was stunning.

Later that night, as you were watching youtube you suddenly got a FaceTime notification and saw the name ‘Kim Chaewon’ pop up on your screen. You’ve never hit ‘join’ so fast in your life, smiling widely when Chaewon’s beautiful face popped up on the screen.

“Chaewonie!! I miss you so much! Congratulations unnie!! You look so beautiful in your debut photos.” You cheered through the phone.

“Aww I love you so much” Chaewon poked out her bottom lip giving you her signature pout that you received since the first day of Kindergarten. “It was just like yesterday when we were sitting in the hallway for several class periods holding our bags above our head” she brought up the memory, causing the two of you to burst out in fits of laughter. You two were awake until 2am retelling old memories and laughing away eventually falling asleep on the phone together like old times.

Present

It was the end of the year award shows, all of the kpop groups gathering together, performing and presenting awards. You had debuted under JYP after 3 years of training in the group ITZY, and Izone had a heartbreaking disbandment going their own ways, but some members like Chaewon and Sakura stayed together and debuted under HYBE as LeSserafim.

Being that you and Chaewon had a little more freedom now you guys would always spend time together nearly every time you could. One night Chaewon had confessed her feelings for you afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same way for her but ended up kissing her as your response. This began your private relationship not wanting anyone to know at all being as it could lead to a scandal and trouble for the both of you. But being since you’ve both been glued to the hip since your first day of school and even released childhood photos of the both of you, you both were certain no one would suspect a thing. And didn’t.

People would always ship you, and others would say you’re like siblings. As you and Chaewon were both relaxing in Chaewon’s room talking about random stuff you just took a moment to stop and admire her beauty. “Remember when we had dreamed of becoming idols together and winning awards?” You said suddenly. She nodded her head in response. “Can we add getting married and living happily together as well?” you whispered as you played with her shirt.

You shyly looked up at her the way she did when you two first met. “Yes we can” Chaewon caressed your cheek gently before lifting your chin to give her a kiss.

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minstarrs · 2 months ago

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My biggest mistakes

2022 september 10th, the night before first day of school.

My aunt started to work at a private school as a teacher. She asked me if my father could drop her off on our way to my school.

First mistake i made, i said yes.

2022 september 11th, first day of school

After we dropped her at her school my dad dropped me off too. by the time i came all the seats were taken... except two, one near the class pervert and one near- who is that, is he new? ehh better than the pervert... "Uhhh hi. can i sit here?"

The second and the worst mistake i made, i asked if we could sit together.

2022 october 12th, english class

"Okay guys! since we have exams coming up i've decided to take you all to an amusement park!!" Mrs. Susan said, and she started to ramble about the price, what we needed to do to get a ticket etcetra... Boring... "Bree! you're coming right?" my deskmate Tristan asked, no. i wanted to say... "If my dad lets me of course." fuck, why did i say that. Well no point in deciding aganist it now is it?

Third mistake, i decided to go.

2022 october 17th, math class

"There's a chance that i won't be able to come" i wispered to Tristan. "What!" he wisper-shouted back. "something about not bringing my id in time ig..." i was quite sad, and i didn't know why. "You have to come dude, it won't be fun without you!" he whined like a kid, i smiled at him "Really? No one said that about me before..."

My fourth and most stupitest mistake, i believed him.

2022 october 22nd, on the bus before going to the amusement park

Tristan looked around, not seeing an empty seat next to his friends he turned to me. "Hey is this seat taken? " he asked "nope, noone wanted to sit with me." i said "Cool! I'll get to sit with you then" I didn't say anything. He spoke again "You play **** right? Why don't we play together?" "Sure! I was planning on sleeping but this seems way more fun" we played that game untill we reached the amusement park.

Fifth mistake, why did i even bother playing with him

2022 november 11th, free period

Me and my friends were talking about how weird and horrible the boys in our class was. Aliyah started to talk "You know Bree, you and Tristan are really alike! it's like he's your genderbent version!" oh how i wish she had never spoken at all. "You think so?" "Hmhmm! It's like you two were made for each other!" okay now you've gone too far.

The sixth mistake, why would you start crushing on him just because of a sentence.

2022 november 25th, p.e. class

Everyone was outside, i was on my period so i got permission from the teacher to stay inside. While i was looking at my phone Tristan entered the classroom, i quickly hid my phone. "What are you doing here?" i asked as he walked to his seat (the teacher split our desks bc he wanted to sit with his friend) "Just needed some water." he drank from the bottle "Why are you here shouldn't everyone be outside?" i got embarrassed "My stomach hursts so bad, so i stayed here." He got closer to the desk i ws sitting on. Putting his hand on my cheek and my neck "You don't have a fever." "No shit sherlock, if i did then i would be home by now." "Rude. anyways i need to get going or Mr. Williams gonna be up at my ass..." As he walked away i took my phone out, opened intagram and posted a story. I wrote "how can someone be this captivating?" on a black screen.

Seventh mistake, why would you even post that?

2022 december 5th, lunch break

It was cold, i was sleeping on my desk with my hood on. I was never a heavy sleeper, so the slightest change would wake me up. Someone pulled my hood off and started to pet my head, playing with my hair. I thought it was one of my friends and i liked people playing with my hair so i didn't budge. When the patting stopped i lifted my head to see Tristan. He seemed embarrassed when i looked at him.

My eighth mistake, i thought this meant something.

You know everything stopped after new years. Everything we had, gone in an instant. The long stares, romantic gestures, gifts, playing video games together. Because he found diffrent people to hang out with, because he ruined his sweet personality just to be included.

When i was little kid my mom would be like "choose your friends wisely, they could ruin your life." i didn't belive her then but seeing these with my own eyes i believed her more than ever.

I still think about him these days... Not because i still have feelings for him, no. (those were gone the moment he became friends with my bullies.) But i think about how he will regret everything he did in the future, how he started to ruin his life at such a young age, and how did my sweet boy turned into a heartless, vape addicted, rude guy.

I know for sure he won't read this and even if he does there's no way he'll understand a thing. But here's something for you. You were my first -and hopefully last- crush. I really hope you're doing well. Oh and i was the one who put that "free kisses" ticket in your locker. It's been in my phonecase for a long time now how come you never noticed it lmao?

With love and well wishes -Mins

(Little ps. All the names in this story has been changed bc i don't wanna be recognized plus they were not english names. Thx for reading!!🤍🤍)

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mhdiaries · 4 years ago

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SDCC 2015 Kieran Valentine Diary

May 1st

When I left Monster High after Draculaura’s Sweet 1,600 birthday party, I was angry, humiliated and stinky from falling into that pit of eternal body odor. I stank so bad, Mom wouldn’t even let me in the house: I had to sleep in the guest room above the garage. Looking back, I can see it was probably the best thing that could have happened to me. Even my considerable powers to charm were no match for the power of the stench that surrounded me. My powers slowly weakened as I was deprived of what sustained them: the love I selfishly took from others. I was in a stench-induced imprisonment - rarely leaving the garage - but it allowed me time to do some serious thinking, and I realized I wasn’t being true to myself. Then one day there was a knock at my door, and I opened it to see a little old goblin woman with a cane staring up at me through thick glasses. “I’m Mrs. Goblin, but you can call me “Mrs. Goblin.” I’m a friend of your mother’s.” She said, “you need to get out of that room, and I need some help, so let’s go.” She turned and walked off, and, with nothing left to lose, I followed. It turned out that she ran an unwanted-creature shelter and couldn’t keep up with all the cleaning, feeding and daily upkeep. It also turned out that she had no sense of smell. “Lost it back in ‘72,” she told me. Mrs. G. ran me through the daily routines and gave me the tour. “You can start today,” she said as she handed me a mop and a bucket. It’s hard to believe I agreed, but I didn’t have any other options. The shelter was home to an unusual collection of exotic creatures: gremlins, flying monkeys, lap dragons, miniature manticores, and many others that had been picked up as strays or turned in by monsters who didn’t want them. Even though the work was hard, and not always pleasant, I began to look forward to it. In fact, I usually felt more energized after I finished a day than when I started. I felt my powers returning and every day I got stronger. Eventually, I mentioned it to Mrs. Goblin who snickered, “You emotional vampires never get it - stolen love is just empty calories. I’ll never sustain you for long.” She could tell I still didn’t get it. “Love that’s freely given is the most powerful source of energy in the monster universe. You’ve been coming here every day, taking care of these critters, showing them kindness, and the only thing they have to give you is their love - and believe me, they have a lot to give.” I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. I must have been standing there looking stupid because she said, “Close your mouth before the the flies get in and go clean the flying monkey cage. They’ve been throwing stuff again.” I was in a daze. Why had no one ever explained this to me? Rather than dwelling on it, I was just happy I finally knew.

May 3rd

I now know that I did it - stealing love - because I thought that’s want an emotional vampire was supposed to do. But it never felt quite right. I thought if I kept doing it, it would eventually feel right. But it only made me angry and frustrated. Then when Draculaura called me - well, Toralei, really - I thought that if I could get the heart that got away, it would change me and everything would be fine. But I was just a real pain in the fang to everyone and made a fool of myself. So I’ve come to a conclusion: being myself has to be easier than not being myself, right? Back then, I hated the thought of who I really was, and that conflict made me become someone who wasn’t me. It’s time to be true to myself, but it’s scary.

July 1st

Today was my one-year anniversary at the shelter. As I left the garage, I ran into Mom. She sniffed. “You don’t stink anymore.” It was true - the stench was gone. I gave Mom a hug and told her it must be due to what I’d learned from working for Mrs. Goblin. I thanked Mom for telling her I needed help. Mom looked at me strangely, “What are you going on about? I don’t know a Mrs. Goblin.” What? I ran to the shelter but when I got there it was boarded up and empty. How could this be? I crawled through a broken out window. A thick layer of dust covered everything and it looked like no one had been there in years. Then I noticed a piece of paper on the table where Mrs. G. used to sit and drink her tea. It was a not addressed to me:

There’s nothing more I can teach you. The rest will come when you put what you’ve learned into practice. Know that you are loved for what, and who you are.

Sincerely,

“Mrs. Goblin”

P.S. Do the right thing or I’ll come back and make you clean out flying monkey cages again.

July 2nd

I decided that I would try and “do the right thing” by heading back to MH to try and make up for my mistakes. I thought if I hid in the shadows and helped the couples of MH, you know be a Cupid to what was my destruction of love, I could make a difference and they would see that I was a changed monster. Well, my intentions were good, but things did not go as I had planned. I kinda, no, did, mess things up. Luckily, it all seemed to work out in the end, I guess, just not as I had hoped. I don’t think any of Draculaura and her friends will ever really trust me. And while I hope one day they can see I have changed, I know it will take time, too. I guess I can’t expect them to just forgive me right away. I will say one good thing hopefully came out of it. While attempting to hide in the shadows I bumped into a student I didn’t recognize. He said his name was Spelldon Cauldronello, he had only been at MH a couple weeks as he had been traveling with his older sister. Meeting him totally made me space and forget to send a text that was supposed to help Clawd. He asked if I went to MH and I said I was just visiting, but I would love to go to MH one day if I can. He said he’d keep me up on the groanings on around the halls if I wanted, so I gave him my number. At least the trip wasn’t a total stake. I do wish I could figure out how to make it up to Draculaura and her friends though. I know now that real friends help each other with their problems, not try to solve them for them.

July 7th

I was tempted to stay in my room today and treat myself to a monstrous blue funk, but, instead, I walked aimlessly outside until I found myself sitting on the beach watching the sun go down. That’s when I noticed something unusual partially buried in the sand. I pulled it out and die-scovered it was an ornate lantern caked with seaweed. I brushed it off... and got the shock of my unlife! The lantern began vibrating and glowing, like I had awakened something inside and it was not trying to get out. I dropped it like it was hot and fell back as smoke swirled up and out of this thing. When the smoke cleared away there was a ghoul floating above me. “I am the djinni of the lantern. What is your wish?”

July 10th

The djinni’s name is Whisp and we have something in common: the direction of our unlives changed because of Monster High. We shared our stories and struggles; neither of us has made the beast decisions, but we both want to be better monsters. We talked so much that Whisp had to remind me I had three wishes. I asked her I should wish for and she said, “I cannot tell you what to wish for, nor can I tell you what not to wish for, but I can say be scareful what you wish for.” I laughed and told her that sounded ominous. She didn’t see the humor in her statement. “Wishes are tricky things,” she replied, “They often have a mind of their own and don’t always come true in the way you expected.” I thought for a moment, and wish I could go back to Monster High and fix the things I had broken. Whisp rose into the air, her eyes glowing, and said, “As you wish.” Instantly, I was back at Draculaura’s Sweet 1600 party, only I was dressed like a repairman - tool belt and all. Headless Headmistress Bloodgood stood in front of me with her hands on her hips. “You need to repair the barrier around the pit of eternal body odor before another monster falls into it!” This wasn’t what I meant by “fixing what I had broken,” and there was no way I was getting close to that pit again. That’s when the other students saw me. A very large minotaur pointed his finger at me, “There he is again! Throw him back into the pit!” I wished myself out of MH and back in my room just in time to avoid another dunking. Two wishes down, one to go.

July 12th

Whisp has been very apologetic but she needn’t be. I wished for something so general that it could have been granted in numerous ways. What I really wanted was a chance to do something unselfish for the monsters I hurt - to give and not take. When I started working for Mrs. G., there were times I wished what someone else would do the dirty work so I could just play with the creatures. Now I know I just wished it to be easy. Whenever I was in the middle of something particularly loathsome, Mrs. G. would cackle, “Sometimes work stinks, doesn’t it?” The first few times she said it, I wanted to drop everything and go home. But I stuck it out, and, although I still have a long way to go, I’m a better monster for it. Unlife is a lot of work and I guess some problems aren’t meant to be solved by wishing them so. Speaking of wishes, I need to think of something non-ambiguous for the last one...

August 1st

I summoned Whisp today to grant my final wish. I admit I put it off because I was being selfish. I’ve never had a friend like her, and once my last wish is granted, the lantern will move on and I will probably never see her again. I considered freeing her from the lantern, but I don’t think she wants that: she loves being a djinni, appearing in new places and granting wishes. But I know she gets lonely at times, so this was my wish: “Whisp, I wish we could always be friends.” Whisp rose up, her eyes glowing: “As you wish!” I could see her smiling as she turned to smoke and returned to the lantern, which shot up and disappeared. I thought for a second that my wish wasn’t granted, but then my iCoffin lit up and I noticed a new app icon that looked like a little mirror. I tapped it and there was Whisp! Now, not matter where in the monster universe she is, we can talk to each other! “Yes, Mother, I’m talking to myself down here.”

#monster high #monster high diary #kieran valentine #sdcc 2015

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years ago

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Monday 1 May 1837

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Rainy morning and F47° at 8 – ½ hour with A- then out about with Mr. Gray till breakfast at 9 1/2 in about an hour – then out again with Mr. Gray setting out Laundry court and new back road and in Trough of Bolland wood about the cart road and [?] hay barn (the situation for which he much approves) till came in with him (he to luncheon) at 2 or after – a little while again with A- what a temper! she now throws the Cookson business all on me and repeated the alternative of my choosing between saying how ill I had behaved in saying I would not turn C- away I said as last night I had not said exactly that however I with perfect temper told A- to do as she liked but I thought as I had done before I told her C- would not understand all this etc. etc till A- told me she was too ill to bear more lecturing and I walked off off to H- down the old bank about 2 ¾ - down the old bank to Mr. Parker’s office – sent for Mr. Adam – left my umbrella at Metcalf’s to be covered and done by Wednesday night and called and inquired after Greenwood, and back at Messrs. P- and A-‘s in 10 minutes at 3 5 – Gave Mr. Adam a check

SH:7/ML/E/20/0056

check n°107 payable to Robert Parker Esquire an order for five hundred pounds in a/c of the monies P- and A- have paid for me to Messrs. Nelson in a/c of Northgate and gave another check n°108 payable to R.P. Esquire for £1011.12.10 being principle and interest at 5p.c. of and on the £1000 from Mr. (William) Wainhouse – Mr. A- gave me back my note of hand dated Wednesday 15 February but the interest charged from the 13th – A- said even Mr. W- had overdrown himself on his banker – I waited a minute or 2 then said I should be glad to pay Mr. W- another thousand if it would suit him – A- said he was in London – would return about the same time and Mr. Parker might be the 10th or 12th instant – and he (A-) would let him (W-) know – I had waited for Mr. A- about 10 minutes or ¼ hour (and then settled the business) in about ¼ hour – borrowed his umbrella and came away – during which time I had looked into an uncut 4to volume of [Statutes] at large being 3 and 4 of William iv – in the advertisement saw Statutes at large from Magna carta to 49 George iii (1800) edited to the end of Henry viii

by T. E. Tomlins and from then to 1800 by John Raithby 10 vols. 4to. £31.10.0

20 ditto 8vo £21.0.0

from 1800 to 1833 (including 3 and 4 William iv) 12 ditto 4to £39.9.6

(Printed by the Kings printer) 30 ditto 8vo £32.9.6

returned up the old bank took shelter a few minutes under a passage way near the bottom of the bank – a man selling shrimps by the half penny with and penny with and at 2d per gill and in small pots, pickled at 8d. per pot – a woman came and bought a halfpenny with (about a dozen or 15 shrimps) – home about 4 – came in and wrote the above of today thus far till 4 40 – then out with Mr. Gray till 6 ¾ planting out thorns (taken from the old hedge between coal pit field and Sour Ing) in the Godley Ing to bring the long straight line of the hedge between me and Mr. Carr – dressed – dinner at 7 10 – coffee – the periodicals (gentleman’s architectural etc) came A- went off about 9 ¾ and at 10 – Poor Mr. Gray has a very little in him, and A- thinks him very finicking - but his taste, landscape gardening taste, is certainly good – he would not however get work on very fast without some help meat – Rainy day

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punkpoemprose · 4 years ago

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December 10th- A Convenient Arrangement Part 2

Universe: Canonverse Arranged Marriage AU Rating:T (mentions of sex, negative self esteem, and a brief panic attack) Length: 4889 Words

A/N: Happy Birthday @upthenorthmountain Anna! Here’s a part 2 for the unbirthday fic I wrote you back in April. I’ve been dying to continue this one for a while, and I actually have a 10 chapter arc planned out for it. If anyone is like “hmmm that’s funny, I thought Anna’s birthday was a couple days ago” or “hmmm interesting I thought today was the 12th), you’d both be correct. I am currently two days late and two dollars short, but that’s what happens when I decide to write almost 5000 words instead of like 1k tops like these advent fics are supposed to be. Also sorry that this chapter hurts a little. It gets better. But anyway! Follow up to this [X] Proofreading? We don’t know her.

When Anna awoke, she felt warm, perhaps even a bit hot despite the lightness of her summer coverlet. She was tucked into her blankets comfortably but couldn’t remember crawling under them the night before.

There was a warm light coming through the window, and though she kept her eyes closed for a short while longer, letting herself wake leisurely, she knew that it must be sometime after six. She normally slept in a bit, letting the sun rise without her, but today for some reason she felt a bit strange for being in bed. Perhaps, she thought, it was because she thought that her life should have changed somehow, even from the waking, after her wedding the day before.

She opened her eyes cautiously, letting them adjust to the light with her lids fluttering. She wasn’t sure why she was surprised to find herself alone in bed when she checked, after so many years of waking up alone it shouldn’t surprise her, but there was the memory of touch in her hand now.

She didn’t know why she expected him to be there come morning.

Her eyes felt a bit teary and she blamed it on the light. She wanted to pretend for a moment that nothing had changed, that she’d never met Hans and that she had never had to follow the flow of the cascade of events that followed because of the meeting. She was married now, and while it was blessedly not to the cruel hearted foreign prince, it was to a stranger.

A stranger who had left her alone in their marriage bed, if of course one could call it a marriage bed. They hadn’t christened it as such, leaving it the same bed it had always been for her. The feeling of it though was different, wrong, like it had suddenly sprouted lumps and bumps and strange angles.

She was married, and as she sat up in the bed, glancing around the room, she realized she had no idea where her husband was.

“Kristoff?” she called quietly, her voice quiet and croaking from disuse overnight.

It still felt strange to say his name, to know that it was what her husband was called. It had happened so quickly she hadn’t even known it until awfully long before the ceremony, and now she could feel an ache in her chest that she couldn’t explain with anything except his absence. It was an ache named Kristoff.

There was no sound, no trace of him, and so she pulled herself from the bed and came to the realization that she was, in fact, still wearing the underlayers of her wedding attire. She’d shed her corset, but the chemise, petticoats, drawers, and stockings were still all fully in place. More proof to the fact that, while he’d been kind about it, her husband hadn’t wanted her on their wedding night.

She couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes, they came for both joy and despair. She was married to a stranger, a kind one, but a stranger nevertheless. He’d seemed interested in getting to know her the night before, to at least become friends. She’d never really had friends before, and while the promise of not feeling so alone anymore was a comforting one, there was something about waking up without him that made her feel as though it was just a promise to get through the night. She was glad that he wasn’t just interested in her station, or her body, but she couldn’t help but feel alone and unwanted in the moment.

Had he waited for her to fall asleep before he left? Had he stayed until morning and rose earlier than she had?

He doesn’t owe you anything.

The thought was true, and yet she wished that he would have woken her instead of letting her think he’d run off.

Maybe he did.

She huffed, her eyes stinging with tears as she scrubbed them from her cheeks quickly. A lady’s maid would be arriving soon to help her dress and to serve her breakfast, and she wouldn’t let them see her cry. Even if she liked the staff, even if they were kind to her, she knew how rumors spread in the castle walls.

The last thing she wanted for herself, for her sister, for their kingdom, was the rumor that the princess was already unhappy in her marriage.

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She found him by chance.

Thinking that it was perhaps better to pretend she knew exactly where her husband was, she didn’t ask the staff if they’d seen him. Instead, she’d went hunting through the halls for Kai or Gerda whom she knew were not particularly gossipy and who knew almost all the goings on in and out of the castle doors as the heads of staff.

She’d instead seen him as she passed by a second-floor window that happened to overlook the stables and paddock where he stood, brushing a large and rather neatly kept looking reindeer. It, she thought, must be the “friend” he’d mentioned the night before.

It took her a moment to decide whether to feel happy or embarrassed as she watched him. She’d never really been the sort of woman, let alone princess, who believed that the structure of things needed to stay as it was, but there was something in her that was embarrassed at the fact that her new husband was spending the morning with a reindeer instead of getting to know her when a groom could very well take care of the animal.

The warmth in her cheeks did fade quickly in the walk down to the stables though.

He doesn’t owe you anything.

The thought repeated in her head a few times as she went down the stairs, through the halls, outdoors and to his side, until when she arrived, she was feeling a touch defeated but significantly less upset. The reindeer seemed to notice her approach before he did, its head picking up a bit and turning towards her. She thought, as she stood just to its side, that it had very expressive eyes for an animal, and it reminded her a bit of her horse Kjekk who could also seem strangely human at times.

She supposed it was just many years without company that caused her to think so, but perhaps not, as in the moments she stood there, looking into the eyes of the reindeer but without being noticed yet by her husband, she heard him quietly talking to the animal.

“I’m not really sure what to do buddy.”

He said it with such finality that Anna realized that this was the end of their “conversation” and not the start. She felt a bit silly, maybe, looking at the reindeer and feeling like she’d interrupted something. So instead of listening any longer, perhaps hearing more than she should, she cleared her throat.

Kristoff seemed to realize then, that the Reindeer was looking at something, and that the something was her. And that, by association, she had just cleared her throat, meaning that she had heard him talking to the reindeer. She saw the gears spinning in his head as his eyes filled with recognition and then something hard that made her wish she’d just stayed in bed.

“Oh sorry, I’m…”

She stopped. She wasn’t sure what she was. Sorry? She was, but she’d already said it. Confused? She was, but he didn’t need to know that. Annoyed? That at least felt true as he was staring at her like she’d done something terribly wrong, even though he was the one who promised to try to make things work the night before, but who she’d needed to track down in the morning.

“I’m awkward,” she supplied, adding another quiet apology after for good measure, “Sorry.”

The dark look, the suspicion, the confusion, lifted then.

He laughed at her.

She felt embarrassment flare again, her face going hot and her stomach twisting in an all too familiar way. She wanted to walk away, to flee back to the castle, to her gallery, and pretend for a moment that nothing had changed, but her feet wouldn’t move under her.

She was too focused on his laughter and the voice in her head that always seemed prepared to remind her of where she stood.

You’re always the joke. The fool. The spare.

“You’re in good company then,” he said, his tone warm and mirthful in a way that had been comforting to her the night before, “I’m pretty awkward too.”

***

She held his hand loosely in her own, and while he wasn’t holding back, there was an occasional squeeze of his fingers against the back of her hand. The squeezes reminded her that no matter what her treacherous mind might be saying, he was not opposed to the contact, just adjusting to it as she was. They hadn’t discussed that yet, the contact, and how he seemed hesitant about it while she craved it. It was something they’d need to talk about soon, especially when every brush of fingers made her feel like she was breathing for the first time but was also so overwhelming to her that she sometimes forgot to breathe altogether.

Before her incident, before her sister’s realization that the castle gates would need to be open, no one had really touched her. She had a lady’s maid, but there was never any real reason to be dressed well enough to require her services. She’d brushed out her own hair, bathed herself, donned her own skirts, and went about her day before plaiting her hair, removing her clothes and putting on nightclothes before she slept. So now, even with the previous affections of the man she wished she could forget about, she could sometimes feel the effects of going so many years without contact.

Much to her chagrin it often felt like that need to be touched, that ache in her heart for physical affection, was amplified by the small touches that Kristoff was giving or allowing her. They would need to talk about it soon. Just as they needed to talk about his intentions to leave soon for a trip back into the mountains that he assured her would be brief.

He wouldn’t explain his reasons for going to her yet. He’d only mentioned retrieving some of his belongings until they “better figured out” how “this all” would be working out. He’d promised that he’d stay at least another night before leaving, and that they could talk about his leaving before he went.

It was a kindness, she knew. He was not her prisoner, but her husband. He was free to come and go as he pleased, and he did not need her consent to do so. The warning though was appreciated.

“This is the kitchen,” she said in the most pleasant voice she could manage, her excitement about showing him around the castle was dimmed somewhat by the fact that he’d soon be leaving the place for what she hoped truly would only be a day or so.

She pushed open the door with one hand, holding his with the other, tethering him to her as she walked him through the household.

When the door opened the smells of fresh baked bread and something fresh and sweet struck her. She’d had breakfast, but in her malaise she’d chosen porridge over anything particularly enjoyable. He, she’d learned, had not eaten anything, unable to find the kitchens or, more properly, the dining room in the morning and finding himself unwilling to ask anyone how to get there. He’d chosen instead to go to the stables because he could find his way there.

Anna suspected although he hadn’t said, that it was the only place he felt comfortable.

She heard, over the sound of the staff working away, the grumbling of his stomach behind her.

She turned to him, giving what she hoped was a sympathetic smile.

He was looking down at the floor, the tips of his ears pink.

Embrassed.

She knew how that felt. So she gripped his hand a bit tighter, hoping that it gave him strength the way that him doing so for her had during their wedding ceremony.

“Excuse me,” she called warmly, noting a bit uncomfortably how the room went quiet when the staff took note that she’d entered their space.

Before the wedding she’d often come down to the kitchens on her own. They’d had less staff then, a hiring increase part of Elsa’s attempts to smooth things over, and to help with the new onslaught of guests and dignitaries they would be feeding with the gates open, had changed the previous easygoing manner of the staff. Those who knew her saw her differently now, and those who did not probably thought the worst.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, please go about your work, but my husband and I would like to take an early lunch in the garden. We were hoping to grab some things, but you needn’t bother yourselves. I do know where everything is.”

There was an uneasiness in the atmosphere that made her chest feel tight. She hadn’t really counted anyone amongst the staff as friends in the past, they all treated her with respect to rank rather than with camaraderie, but her interactions with them had always been at least somewhat comfortable in nature. This, the feeling of fear and discomfort, was enough to have tears threatening again.

She fought against it, squeezing Kristoff’s hand for comfort again, but this time for her own.

I’m not alone. I’m okay. They’ll warm up. Everything will be fine.

She tried to repeat the mantra as she walked through the kitchen with Kristoff, feeling eyes on her. She walked over to the cabinet which held the basket she’d been using since childhood whenever she felt the need to dine outdoors, or in her gallery, or really anywhere other than the dining room or her bedroom where the staff normally saw her fed. The familiar feeling of the wicker in her hand was strengthening in a way she hadn’t expected, the sensation allowing her to pretend again, for a moment, that everything was normal.

“What would you like?” She asked softly, releasing his hand and putting on her best expression of ease as she looked back at him.

He looked uncomfortable, but not as embarrassed as he’d been when they entered. She hoped that some of her faux poise had given him some real sense of confidence in the space. He was of course, whether he liked it or not, the prince consort to the princess of Arendelle. He should at least have the confidence to step into the kitchen of his own home without feeling like he didn’t belong.

Maybe this isn’t his home.

She squashed the voice again, relegating it to the back of her thoughts as she smiled at him.

“I was thinking bread and cheese and fruit, but if you want something a little more ample I’m sure we can find it.”

He shook his head, and while she wasn’t sure whether it was because he was fine with her plans, or because he was unwilling to argue, she set to collecting the foods she’d mentioned.

When they left the kitchens after just a few short minutes, it didn’t feel fast enough.

***

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where everything was last night,” she apologized as she popped a strawberry in her mouth.

They were in season and rather sweet. She’d just had a few slices atop some brie on a slice of fresh bread, which in her personal opinion, was food for the Gods, right up there with chocolate and coffee. She licked juice from her thumb and watched, with interest as Kristoff carefully sliced a bit of cheese for himself and spread it onto bread. He’d seemed almost confused by it, staring at it for a bit before endeavoring to serve himself which surprised her. She wasn’t really sure what foods he liked, just as she was unsure of everything else about him, save for what little detail he’d shared.

She wished that she would have been a bit more relaxed the night previous, that she would have paid attention to what he was eating at their wedding feast instead of preoccupying herself with pretending to eat. Doing that and pretending she was happy had taken all of her focus. She’d been so scared, and even though she still had her concerns now, she took comfort in knowing that her previous fears had all so far been for not.

Of course, though, as the little voice liked very much to remind her, she’d not feared enough before. Kristoff was a kind man, someone who she could learn to at least like very much if not love, but she needed to be careful. Even if that was the last thing she wanted.

His nose scrunched up terribly when he took a bite of the cheese covered bread, and Anna felt her panic rise in her chest for a moment. She wasn’t sure what she was afraid of. A sudden change of attitude? Their lunch being poisoned? She wasn’t sure, but her pulse quickened, and her chest constricted.

“Is it… is it supposed to be like that?”

“Like what?”

“Kind of… smooth? And… fungal?”

She snorted. The tension leaving her body as a breeze rustled the leaves on the tree above them, not covering the sound of her shock and amusement, but at least muffling it a bit.

“Yes. I don’t think that’s how I would describe it, but yes. It is supposed to taste like that.”

He shook his head and set the bitten piece down on the plate, looking a bit disgusted before pausing a moment and picking it back up.

“I didn’t know you didn’t care for brie. Sorry! You don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it.”

That too seemed to cause a look of confusion to cross his face, followed shortly after by a flush as he set it down and looked away from her for a moment. His eyes were trained on the scenery, and she decided to look out upon it as well.

It was a nice day, the sun was warm but not hot thanks to the passing of clouds above and a light breeze of the Fjord. She could smell the perfume of the garden’s flowers in the air, and were things between them a little less strained, she might deign to call the scene romantic. They sat close beneath a tree, on an amalgamation of a few clean saddle blankets she’d taken from the stables.

The scene was picturesque, save for them and their discomfort with one another.

How was it easier to talk to a stranger in bed than in a garden?

She hoped that she hadn’t embarrassed him, though she knew that she had. Again. She wasn’t really sure what it was she’d said or done, but she wanted him to feel comfortable with her. She reached across the space between them and took his hand again.

“You took care of me last night,” she said squeezing his hand, “You were kind and we talked, and it made me feel like everything was going to be okay. Please let me return the favor if I can? I want us to be friends.”

***

Kristoff let his fingers lace through hers. It was an unnatural motion for him, something he’d never done except for with Anna and she’d encouraged it before. Now he made the move to do so, hearing the need for comfort in her voice and not being sure how to provide it.

He squeezed gently but couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Not yet.

You don’t belong here.

His thoughts had been an endless refrain of reminders all day. He was common, he didn’t deserve to be in the castle. He’d accidentally fallen asleep in her room, atop the blankets, after tucking her in. Her fingers had still been through his, and he’d just felt so glad that she was sleeping and that he had been dealt the good fortune of actually liking his wife, that he’d allowed himself to lay at her side for a few short moments with his eyes closed.

He’d never made it out of the bed and to his room. It didn’t matter really of course, given he didn’t even know where his room was, but it did matter when he woke before her and panicked, not knowing where he was or where he belonged.

He’d thought about waking her, but it had seemed wrong. Who was he to wake a sleeping princess? Who was he to sleep in her bed all night? Who was he to even be in the castle?

He’d set off for the stables as soon as he managed to get ahold of himself well enough to figure out how to leave her room quietly enough to not alert her. He’d been lucky to find his way into and out of what appeared to servants entrances to make it outside after a short time of wandering about the hallways on his own. He’d been even luckier still to find that no one had thought to bring his meager bag of possessions into the castle, leaving them instead with Sven who was in the same stable he’d left him in the day before, albeit with more hay.

He’d changed his shirt in the stable, putting on the simple clothes he preferred over the clothes he’d worn the day before to his wedding, and had spent the rest of his time before Anna found him, caring for Sven. He hadn’t really thought much about breakfast, his concerns laying more in how he was going to manage to get himself out of someplace he clearly didn’t belong without pissing off the Queen, or worse, hurting the feelings of the Princess.

My wife.

He thought of her as that now, as she reached across the space between them and took his hand. He could feel the heat in his face as she asked him to let her help him, to talk. She meant well, he knew it, he could feel it in the way she held his hand.

You don’t belong here.

The thought came again, but he tried to silence it, holding her hand a little tighter like she was all that was holding him there, to that spot. It didn’t help much, because it was true. She was all that was holding him to that spot, to the castle, to any of it.

“I don’t belong here,” he said finally, “I… I don’t know how to act. I don’t want my actions to reflect poorly on you.”

She tugged on his hand in return, not unlacing her fingers from his, but yanking him as if to get his attention. He couldn’t look at her. He was ashamed of himself.

Ashamed of wanting to go.

Ashamed of wanting to stay.

“This over cheese?” she asked, “I don’t have the world’s most refined palate Kristoff, you don’t have to like everything I do to fit in.”

It was sweet in a way, that she didn’t understand. There was an innocence in her that he could tell had been shattered by whatever happened before he was summoned from the mountains, but it was still there, if a little cautious and broken.

She saw the best in him, he realized. He’d shown her a better picture of him than she’d imagined the night before and she was holding onto it.

It hurt him to think that not hurting her, not taking her without consent was all that it had taken for her to think that he was worth her attentions.

“It’s not the cheese Anna… or, I guess it is.”

He didn’t know how to explain to her that things that were normal for her were completely new for him. That even though she’d shown him to the kitchen today it would take him weeks to remember which hallways to turn down to make his way there.

“I’ve… I’ve never had brie or anything I didn’t make myself or buy at the market after selling something I made myself to get it. I have one room in my house. One. I wear almost the same thing every day. Anna, I know that we need to make this work, but I’m never going to belong here.”

When he looked at her, finally in his expression of the thoughts he’d had all day, feeling like he could meet her eye.

She looked like he’d struck her.

***

He’s making excuses to get away from you.

The peace she’d been struggling to make with her most cynical voice was lost. The memories of the night before where he’d been do ready to try to make things work, where he’d been kind and thoughtful, were wiped away from her thoughts as she shut down.

She felt cold despite the sun, her heart pounded in her chest.

Oh Anna. If only there were someone who loved you.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe. The panic she’d held down so well for her wedding, for the night, for the morning, resurfaced all at once. Her eyes went bleary with tears and she choked on breaths she tried to take as she tried to pull her hand away from his, but he wouldn’t release it.

Her head started to hurt, she could feel a pounding in it and in her chest as she tried to move her hand, tried to breathe, tried to think of anything else but the cold creeping into her bones again.

She felt him then, his hand release hers only for him to move towards her before she could pull away, and then his arms were around her, supporting her.

It was too much and not enough all at once as she fought to breathe again, as she tried to take comfort in the strange staticky feel of the gooseflesh rising on her skin as a reaction to his touch instead of the cold.

He’s holding you.

The kinder part of her mind was the one informing her now, forcing air back into her lungs, making her smell the sweet flowers and the warm bread and notice the look of concern on his face.

Your husband is holding you. You’re scaring him.

She forced herself to breathe through her mouth, a hiccoughing sound coming out as she did so. She leaned into his touch despite the strange feelings than ran through her skin and spine at the contact and breathed.

***

He held her close, pulling her in tight to his chest, letting her head loll a bit against his shoulder as she fought to breathe.

He didn’t understand what came over her, but it had come on suddenly, like a dark cloud. It had been worse than the resignation he’d seen in her in their wedding bed. It was worse because then the act of taking herself out of the situation mentally had seemed to him, like a choice. But whatever had happened to her in the moment before had filled her eyes with a sort of blank numbness that had terrified him.

“It’s okay,” he said, not really knowing if it was, “Breathe Anna. It’s okay.”

He had never hugged anyone other than Sven or his family, and none of them were human. There was something about holding her so close, hearing her breathing, practically feeling the thundering of her racing heart that felt more intimate to him than the kiss they’d shared at the end of their wedding.

Maybe it was because they were alone, and because her emotions were so raw, but the intimacy of it made him stop and think for a moment about his doubts. He didn’t feel like he belonged in the castle, and for all intents and purposes he didn’t. He was common, common as they came, he only made sense as staff, not the husband of a Princess.

Yet, comforting Anna felt right. Holding her through whatever she was experiencing… it felt like what he was meant to do.

You promised you’d try. You want to be a good husband to her, even if you weren’t her choice.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, more into her hair than anything as he turned his head a bit to address her as she breathed.

“I shouldn’t have said that to you. My insecurities shouldn’t stop me from trying to make this work. I meant what I said last night. I think I’m going to like being married to you Anna. I’m going to try to make you happy if I can, and that means letting you try to make me happy too.”

She didn’t calm particularly quickly after he said it, a bit of time passed before he realized, slowly but surely that she was holding him in return, her arms wrapped around him loosely but otherwise still.

“Do you not want to move?” He finally asked, feeling good about the fact that her sobs had stopped.

“No,” she said, her voice small, “I don’t. I’m sorry. I’m not used to people wanting to touch me.”

That, he decided, was what hurt the most.

#kristanna #arranged marriage au #A Convenient Arrangement #kristannaadvent2020 #frozen fanfiction

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stillbandofbrothersthirsty · 3 years ago

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As Far As Friends Go

This was kind of a transition chapter so cred’s to the show for the dialogue I used. But buckle up, shits really gonna go down next chapter.

Chapter 14 (Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12; Chapter 13)

Nixon - June 1944

The drop into Normandy was perilous. Just as Nixon had feared, nothing seemed to go as planned. It was as if the Germans were waiting for them to arrive based off of how much fire they experienced. Nixon, like most of the men, missed his drop zone but he was lucky enough to quickly link up with Battalion headquarters. It was a chaotic couple of first days in France as the airborne got situated in relation to the troops on the beach. Early into their arrival, Winters and the available Easy Company men took down some German guns. This not only saved a number of lives on the beaches but produced a map detailing German artillery positions. Looking at it, Nixon realized how important it could be. It couldn’t wait, so he decided to run to Utah beach to hand the map over to the higher ups who could do something with it. The run to Utah was only three miles, no worse than he had experienced during training. He was grateful though that Command decided to send the first two tanks that landed in to aid the 101st, thus providing Nixon with a ride.

He greeted Winters with a cheeky smile when he returned to the assembly area. “Going my way?”

Winters tossed his gun up for Nixon to catch, “sure.”

The men bunkered down for the night, scrounging for what food and beds they could find. The Battalion was on the move by June 8th on their way to take Carentan. As according to plan, the 101st forced passage into Carentan on June 10th and 11th. The days were hot and muggy, barely cooling down at night for the men dressed in heavy uniforms and equipment. Bugs were everywhere and exhaustion was setting in. Finally, they encountered the Germans. On June 12th the German’s were forced to withdraw and it seemed like victory was theirs. But Nixon was suspicious. Surely the Germans wouldn’t give up such an important position so easily; and he was right. On June 13th the 17th SS PzG Division counter-attacked. Thankfully, the U.S. 2nd Armored Division came in for support.

When Nixon returned to Battalion headquarters with news of their victory he found that Emily had finally arrived.

“Emily!” he wanted nothing more than to hug her in that moment. The last week had been exhausting. It was such a comfort to see her.

“Miss me?” she grinned up at him. Her smile was like a shot of morphine, he immediately felt his muscles relax. “You look a mess,” she shook her head.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, we’ve only been taking Carentan.”

“Congratulations,” she said, “did you like the tanks I sent you?”

Nixon looked at her flabbergasted. Then slowly, through the haze of his fatigue, he realized she was messing with him. “Ha ha. It would’ve been impressive if you had.”

“Yeah I wish, unfortunately I’m not that powerful yet.”

Nixon slung his arm around her neck, “no but I bet you know where to find me some food.”

Despite his exhaustion, Nixon didn’t sleep well those final weeks in Normandy. Instead, his alcohol intake increased. He had to re-fill his flask every day, sometimes topping it off throughout the day. He would need to replenish his stores soon. But no one anticipated how long they would actually be fighting in Normandy. In fact, the 101st had expected to be relieved much sooner. Strayer kept asking for patrols as the allies attempted to inch their way closer and closer to Germany.

Twenty-five days after D-Day Nixon was sent out on a patrol with Harry Welsh. It was a reconnaissance mission so Nixon was required to go. What they were looking for he wasn’t sure. The regiment had exhausted their knowledge of the German’s position in the area so any new piece of information could serve as an advantage.

Nixon peered through a pair of binoculars from where he and Welsh sat in the brush approximately 100 yards from a run down building. “We need to know what’s in there,” Nixon said.

“I don’t know who the hell to send,” Welsh said.

 “Ask for volunteers.”

“I hate asking for volunteers.”

Nixon gave Welsh a pointed look, “then pick them.”

Blithe, Martin, and Dukeman moved in towards the abandoned manor. The rest of the paratroopers sat hidden in the grass behind Nixon. As they waited for Blithe and the others to get into position Nixon spotted something poking out of Welsh’s backpack.

 “Harry, what exactly are you doing with your reserve chute? You been hauling that thing around since we jumped?”

Welsh sucked his teeth, slightly embarrassed he said, “gonna send it to Kitty when we get back to England. Silk, figure it’ll make a good wedding dress, ya know, what with the rationing and all.”

Nixon broke view of where the trio was moving in towards the manor to laugh at Welsh, “jeez Harry, I never would’ve guessed.”

“What? That I’m so sentimental?”

“No, that you think we’re going to make it back to England.” Nixon peered through his binoculars again. His mind flashed to Emily as he watched the men crouch down behind an upturned cart. Bad news, he thought. He had suspected for a while now that Emily may have feelings for Welsh, a man who clearly was intending on marrying his betrothed. No matter how much he flirted, Welsh wouldn’t have bothered lugging that extra chute around if he wasn’t serious about Kitty. Bad news for Emily. Suddenly, a shot rang out.

“Covering fire! Covering fire!” Welsh shouted. Martin and Dukeman pulled a downed Blithe back behind the line. They passed Nixon who saw the blood gushing from the young man’s throat before Doc Roe got to him.

“Cease fire! Cease fire!” Welsh commanded.

Winters moved up from behind, “what happened?”

“Sniper,” Nixon said coming up to him.

Winters couldn’t take his eyes off the bleeding Blithe, “they’re pulling us off the front line.”

“Now?” Nixon demanded.

Winters turned to him, “to a field camp north of Utah beach. Hot food, and showers.”

With a last mournful look at Blithe, Nixon turned away to head back. Great fucking timing, he raged to himself.

Emily was at the camp surrounded by intelligence staff and nurses, who were busy at work tending the masses of wounded men.

 “Nix?” her voice was gentle when he entered the intelligence tent.

“Couldn’t have let us know a little bit sooner? Sent the runner just a few minutes earlier?” he demanded.  

“What are you talking about?”

“We were on a patrol and some kid is probably gonna lose his life because that information came a few minutes too late! I sent them in there, I told them to check it out but turns out we didn’t need to!” Nixon pounded his fist on one of the tables.

“Lewis I didn’t know, that information didn’t come from me.”

“You’re intelligence staff! You’re meant to know!”

“I’m not intelligence staff like you are! I’m no S-2,” Emily shouted back, “no one tells me anything!”

Nixon paced the room trying to calm down, “okay, okay,” he leveled his hands on the desk, “I’m sorry. I just -,”

“It’s fine, I’m sorry too,” Emily stood across the table from him, looking small in the dim light of the tent. “I do know one thing,” she said. He looked up, waiting for her to continue, “we’re going back to England.”

“Right, great.” And he stormed out of the tent onto the beach.

His insomnia didn’t improve even knowing that they were going back to a relatively safe zone. It was impossible to sleep with the sounds of men crying out all around and bodies held together by gauze and tape only paces away. Naturally, the night before they were meant to leave, Nixon couldn’t sleep. He grabbed his flask and made his way towards the dunes on the far side of the camp.

He plopped down on a ridge into a bed of marsh grass, the coarse tendrils tickling his wrists and neck. Nixon closed his eyes and inhaled. The whiskey he had guzzled earlier that night had seeped pleasingly through his veins. The summer air blew across the salty water cooling the sweat where it pooled around his collarbone and lower back. It was so peaceful. If it weren’t for the peppering of tents barely visible against the night sky, Nixon could have pretended he was there on holiday and not for a war.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a lean figure making its way up the dune towards him. Nixon braced himself for the quiet wisdom of Winters. However, the figure failed to grow as it approached him, only reaching a height of about 5′5″. The silhouette revealed itself to be Emily, dressed in another pair of slightly oversized O.D.s.

“What?” Nixon barked at her.

“I saw you pass by,” Emily dropped down beside him, bumping his arm on her way down. Disgruntled, Nixon scooted over slightly.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Why aren’t you?” Emily retorted.

“Couldn’t.”

  “Same here.”

Quiet fell between them, a comfortable quiet but Nixon could sense Emily wanted to say more. Finally, her lips parted and she said, “it’s not something you can get over.”

“What?”  

“Seeing the men like that.” Emily searched his face in the dark for any reaction. Nixon stared straight ahead. “It’s disturbing and not something anyone should ever have to witness.”

Nixon licked his lips to speak, but all that came out was, “yeah.”

Emily paused, then reached for his flask. She pulled it from his grasp and took a swig, “It’s over for now. We have to find comfort in that.”

“Right, some comfort in that,” he took the flask back for another drink. They sat there side by side listening to the waves crash against the shoreline. As the night waned on, Emily began to doze off. Her head fell to rest on his shoulder. Nixon considered waking her to walk her back to her tent but then decided against it. He didn’t want to disturb her. If she woke up now who knew if she would be able to fall asleep again. Besides, he enjoyed sharing a little sliver of the world with her in that moment. A sliver that was simple and not perverted by violence.

When the sun rose, she stirred and they both made their way back to their tents for a desperate last few hours of sleep before they were to ship off. As Nixon was boarding the ship he saw Emily standing on the Mulberry harbor hugging a dark, thin woman dressed in a nurses uniform. The woman brushed wild hairs away from Emily’s forehead then pressed something into her hand. Nixon couldn’t help but wonder what that exchange had been about. Out of curiosity, he met Emily at the gangway.   “Who was that?” he asked.

“Hm?” Emily pulled a paper wrapped candy out of her pocket.

“Who was that woman you were talking to? A nurse?”

“Oh yeah, that’s my friend Marwa.”

“I didn’t know you had female friends.”

Emily rolled her eyes and popped the candy into her mouth.

“What was that?” Nixon pointed to her mouth.

“Ginger candy, you want one?” Emily offered him a candy and Nixon accepted, beginning to feel like his old self again standing next to her.

#band of brothers #fanfiction #original character #as far as friends go #lewis nixon x oc #emily rooney #lewis nixon #harry welsh #dick winters #female cartographers #females in ww2

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sinsbymanka · 4 years ago

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Hey. I'm sorry. So. Your post about sunseekerknight is really long and it seems out of date. I thought everything had been resolved and she promised to make amends but this all started back around again and it sounds like your issue isn't solved. Can you update me real quick? Sorry.

Thanks for being polite and coming to me. I’ll try to summarize things to the best of ability while also noting this is kinda a clusterfuck. It got long, so it’s under a cut.

In March 2020, I commissioned @sunseekerknight (I’m blocked so I can’t actually @ her) to do a Tarot Card commission of my Inquisitor for $80. I sent the money via PayPal friends and family as she requested which is something I no longer do for artists, even though I’d done it before with no problems.

The main post goes over my initial experience really well - the repeated attempts at contact and missed deadlines. This post was made on June 18, 2020 and blew up. I informed Ada that day I was making the post and she told me she’d be doing so as well.

I’d already filed the PayPal claim which was ultimately denied because I’d sent the money via friends and family, despite SSK’s assurances she’d help me resolve it in my favor.

I didn’t hear from SSK after this and I didn’t contact her. My father passed away on June 20th and I was busy dealing with the personal fallout of that (he’d been in the hospital the whole month of June as it was) so my priorities swung towards processing my own grief and planning what happens next.

On July 10th, my PayPal claim was denied. I forwarded the claim to SSK with the following message:

I want to inform you that PayPal has indicated, due to the way you asked me to send the funds (friends and family), they are unable to provide any sort of refund based on their policies. It is your responsibility to make the refund.

Because of the history of fraud I've uncovered, I will be pursuing this further. I am, in particular, asking PayPal to mark this account as one used for fraudulent transactions and scamming money before closing it. My hope is that this account is in your real name and that getting this account marked for fraud has real consequences you have to live with.

I honestly didn’t expect to hear from SSK again, but I did on July 12th:

Oh, I see. Now the difficult situation has become even more difficult. I'm sorry to say this, but, as I said earlier, I had only two offers for people affected by my actions - a PayPal dispute or finished art. And since PayPal is useless in this situation, all I can offer you - is art. I’m still ready to finish your commission because I don't want you to be left with nothing. I would like to return the money, really, but it will take time and I don't know how much, considering the current situation on Tumblr. I still want to resolve this issue peacefully, despite what is happening now. I know that you don't trust me, and I understand this, as well as the fact that you are disappointed, angry, etc., but still I want to do at least something so as not to leave the situation as it is now. But if this is your final decision, then okay, I understand and accept it.

This message struck me as victim blaming. I am, after all, responsible for the situation on Tumblr which means she can’t get commissions. I reacted with some venom and my tone is not great here, but I do ask you to understand the frame of mind I was in here on July 13th:

I don't think it's fair to claim that PayPal is being unhelpful in this situation when it is you who are refusing to refund money for a service that was purchased and not completed. I think it would make me feel better if you started phrasing the "situation" in a way that took responsibility for it. Such as: "I cannot refund the money to you myself, because I spent it before delivering what you paid for, and I cannot get your dispute resolved through PayPal because I asked you to send the payment a specific way that precludes disputes."

I also feel hurt that immediately after I sent my email on Friday, you blocked me from Tumblr and turned all your social media accounts private. I can't think of why you would do this when you claim to still want to resolve this and when I have been more than kind. I find it difficult to believe that you didn't know what my review would cause - it sounds to me like this is something that has been brewing for awhile. Frankly, I'm amazed it took three years. I would also appreciate if, instead of blaming the "situation" on Tumblr for your inability to receive new commissions, you began taking responsibility for that as well. May I suggest: "My actions in the past three years have harmed many people and they are angry about it with good cause. Because I have damaged my reputation to a great extent, I will probably not receive many, if any, people willing to pay me money for commissions."

I fully expect to receive nothing from you: art or my money returned. When speaking with PayPal on Friday, they advised the only way to shut your PayPal account down is if I file a criminal complaint with the IC3, which is the US's Internet Crimes division of the FBI. I did so and sent them the screenshots I have of all our conversations, your posts on Tumblr, and links to the posts of other people who publicly came out regarding the same behavior they experienced. I'm uncertain I can withdraw my complaints from both PayPal and the IC3, and if I could I don't think I would. I'm sure this isn't something that is high priority for them, but I assume eventually they will contact you to discuss your actions. The way I see it, you have three options at this point in time:

Find some way to issue a refund to me, and any other customers you've wronged. If I am contacted by investigators, I will say a refund was eventually issued in my case.

Deliver the art you promised to me, and any other customers. If I am contacted by investigators, I will say a product was eventually delivered in my case.

Continue to ignore what you've done and hope that no real consequences come of it.

As to the art, I don't want it anymore. It has been tainted by this awful experience and I will not enjoy it. I will, however, accept it if you choose to do it to lessen whatever consequences you may end up facing because, truly, I'd rather you learn from this than end up with financial or legal consequences that are even more burdensome.

Honestly. I never expected to hear from SSK again. But I did because this is the drama that never ends. On July 20th:

I must apologize for the long silence. Sorry, I just got home from an unexpected vacation with my family, and I followed the advice of my parents and friends - spend these days away from work and the Internet to feel better. As I said, I understand you. You sound reasonable and you are totally right - it is my responsibility for that. And I'm trying to work it out, even if these are rather strange ways. And it wasn't about you personally. This was part of another problem with a friend I was trying to protect, and I followed the advice to keep the accounts private during the "war" and block some people on the tumblr during this time to avoid any collisions. But still, I was available for correspondence via email, and now all my accounts are again freely available. I know how it looks like, especially for you, when you have really been more than kind to me, and I cannot apologize enough to somehow change and improve this situation. I just fucked up on all fronts and I admit it. And I see, yes. I don't mind returning your art or money, it's just a matter of time. These are not days, these are weeks or months, and it is solely a matter of your patience. If you do not mind waiting, then I will try to return the money to you, since you no longer want art for obvious reasons. I understand and accept it, and it's okay. If you're willing to wait, I'll keep you informed of the refund situation and will do it as soon as I can.

You’ll note earlier I told you I can’t tag SSK cause I’m blocked. I’ve never been unblocked since July despite her saying she would. This is also the last email I got from SSK. I’ve had no communication since to my knowledge.

At this point in time I was tired. Really tired. It was bad news I got this email exactly a month after my father passed because I just didn’t want to do it anymore. This is my second to last email to SSK in response also on July 20th:

Please feel free to do what you need to do to manage the situation. For my part, I have said and done all I can. I have asked for a refund for a service you have been unable to provide in a reasonable time frame, and thus you are legally obligated to return my money in the same reasonable time frame. That time frame has passed already.

When I am contacted by authorities about this matter in response to my complaints, I will tell them you have promised refunds but have not delivered. The only thing you could do to change this answer is to issue a refund before I am contacted.

This exchange is draining and unhelpful for me. I ask that you please do not contact me again until you are ready to issue a refund.

On September 25th, I was informed SSK had successfully opened commissions on Twitter and Instagram. This spurred me to send one final email:

I've been informed you recently reopened commissions to buy yourself something and met your goal, even though you only advertised on Twitter and Instagram.

I would like to remind you that I'm still owed a refund AND you shouldn't spend that commission money until you deliver on that art. Please do not rip and entire new group of people off.

There are other people, in the notes of the original post, who can attest to terrible experiences similar to mine. In particular, @starsandskies, @vorchagirl, and @charlatron have all come forward to talk about what she’s done and their experiences. Her pattern seems to be to open commissions, deliver a few, have the rest dragged out of her, and then to not do other ones. I drew the short straw this time.

I don’t know if she’s reading this - if she is, at this point all I really want is an apology, a list of people who are waiting for art/refunds from her, and a plan as to how she’s going to make it right. If she doesn’t do those things, I suspect I’m going to keep getting dragged back into this cluster for awhile to talk about my experiences.

If you’re waiting for artwork Non, open PayPal disputes and file complaints if you need to. The sooner the better.

#manka answers asks #sunseekerknight #this again #I'm tired of it again #sorry guys

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snowonthebeachmp3 · 4 years ago

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May 2016

May 1st - Taylor is papped out and about in New York. (x) In the evening she goes to Anna Wintour's house for dinner, ahead of the Met Gala which is taking place the next day. Idris Elba and Tom Hiddleston are also at the dinner. (x) Idris is also co-chairing the 2016 Met, and he and Tom are Marvel costars.

May 2nd - Taylor attends the 2016 Met Gala. The theme is 'Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology'. (x) Calvin is not there.

Joe attends the gala along with Garrett Hedlund. (x) He is part of the Burberry table for the event (x) having previously attended the 2016 Burberry fashion show. (x) While in NYC, he is staying at the Bowery Hotel. (x)

Taylor is photographed at the Met with a bunch of people including the Haim sisters, Lorde, Florence Welch, Emma Watson, Karlie Kloss, and Beyoncé. (x)

Andy Cohen tries to make a Katy Perry joke to Taylor, saying, ‘Your friend Katy is sitting in the corner and there’s plenty of room around her.’ Taylor replies, 'Katy who?' and Andy says, 'Perry.' Taylor then makes it clear that 'she’s the exact opposite of her friend'. (x) The exchange appears in Andy Cohen's book, published later in the year.

Taylor and Tom are filmed having a dance-off at the Met Gala. (x) At one point during the dance-off, Taylor slides to the side with her arms outstretched, in a dance move that looks similar to one that she did during Getaway Car on the Rep Tour. I doubt the tour choreo was an intentional reference (it's Taylor, so who the fuck knows) but I think it's hilarious anyway.

Tom is seen arriving at the afterparty at the Up&Down nightclub in one of Taylor’s cars and with her longtime bodyguard Jimmy, so presumably Taylor went to that party too. (x)

Taylor and the Haim sisters go to the afterparty at the Boom Boom Room club. (x) Tom is also there. (x)

Taylor, Tom and Brie Larson (who had recently finished filming Kong: Skull Island with him) in an elevator at some point during the night:

Afterwards, Taylor and Haim get pizza and hang out in onesies. (x)

May 4th - Taylor and Calvin are seen driving in his Range Rover in Beverly Hills. (x)

Tom is back in London visiting The Hampstead School. (x)

May 6th - Tom appears on the Radio 1 Breakfast show with Nick Grimshaw. (x)

Chatting on the Radio 1 Breakfast Show with Nick Grimshaw, he revealed how he came to dance with Taylor in a video that went viral.

"The Weeknd played a set after dinner as people were having pudding and coffee," he said.

"And Taylor turned to me and said, 'That's why these gigs are hard to play, because if you're a musician you want people to dance, but everyone is sitting around eating.'

"She said, 'If they play I Can't Feel My Face we have to get up and dance as an encore.'

"I said, 'I'm in, of course, let's go. Absolutely.'"

"We just jumped up and started dancing - and everybody else started dancing - which was great.

"And it was cool."

Asked why he thought the video was so popular, Tom replied: "Taylor is a huge star. Maybe it's just the randomness of it."

May 9th - Taylor is on the cover of the Met Gala special edition of Vogue with her red carpet look. (x)

May 10th - Taylor attends the BMI Pop Awards in LA to receive the Taylor Swift Award. (x) Other than her brief surprise appearance to present an award at the CMA awards in November, it is her last awards show appearance until the 2018 Billboard Music Awards almost two years later.

May 12th - Taylor and Austin go for dinner at Giorgio Baldi in Santa Monica. (x)

May 17th - Tom talks about dancing with Taylor at the Met Gala and whether they would ever do a duet, in an interview with MTV UK. (x) (x)

I sat next to her at dinner that night and she was very charming, she is amazing. I mean I've seen like a couple of her videos and I think I remember ‘Shake It Off’ was released around the time we made ‘I Saw the Light’ and yeah she’s very cool.

I don’t know that I could stand up to her vocal talents to be honest, you know that’s what she does, she’s a professional musician and I'm an actor. We’ll see! You never know! But I'm pretty sure we won’t do it.

May 19th - Taylor and Calvin are spotted out in LA, the last time they are seen together before their breakup. (x)

May 20th - Calvin is a passenger in a car crash while on his way to the airport in the evening. He has to cancel his show at the Omnia nightclub in Las Vegas that night and go to hospital for lacerations to his face. (x)

May 21st - Taylor posts a video to Instagram of her and Andrea barbecuing at her Nashville estate. (x) Abigail Anderson, who lives in Nashville, posts a video to Snapchat of herself with Taylor's cat Meredith. (x)

May 22nd - Taylor does not attend the Billboard Music Awards in Las Vegas, despite having 8 nominations. The media speculate this is because she has gone to LA to be with Calvin following the crash. (x) Hollywood Life claims to have quotes from an insider about how Taylor was in a huge panic when she found out, and is going to wait on him hand and foot while he rests for a few days. (x) (x) (The supposed 'insider' quotes are definitely made up given that a) it's Hollywood Life and their Taylor 'exclusives' are always bullshit, b) Taylor spent the day after the car crash in Nashville with her family and friends, and c) Taylor and Calvin will announce their break-up just over a week later.)

May 24th - Taylor is seen out and about in LA. (x)

She probably got her LASIK surgery close to this date, as her nail polish and hair (short, bleached, roots showing slightly) are the same as in the post-surgery banana video, which was filmed in her LA house. (x) Also, she is not sighted anywhere between May 24th and May 31st, giving her plenty of time to recover from the surgery.

May 26th - Selena is asked how Calvin is doing while appearing on 92ProFM. (x)

May 27th - Tom is in London, at the reception for BBC Radio 2′s 500 Words creative writing competition. (x)

May 30th - Calvin posts several Snapchats of himself driving through London. One of them is captioned 'fuck this'. (x)

May 31st - Tom flies into LA amid rumours that he is in talks to be the next James Bond. (x)

Joe is at the London premiere of The Neon Demon. (x)

Taylor is spotted at a guitar shop in Nashville. (x)

In the evening, she is at her Nashville apartment with Abigail, who posts videos of Taylor’s cats to Snapchat. (x)

Intro // February // March // April // May // June // July // August // September // October // November

#taylor swift #hiddleswift #tayvin #swiftwyn #jaylor #toe #taylor swift in 2016 #timeline

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quietkatie1864 · 5 years ago

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A Perfect Day

Summary: After an argument with the Doctor, the reader is meets a familiar face.

10th Doctor x reader, 12th Doctor x reader

Hot, angry tears slid down Y/N’s face as she watched the TARDIS vanish from her sight in a slow blinking haze. She stood there for several moments contemplating the fight she and the Doctor had just endured. There had been screaming, cold heartless stares, and horrible insults that they will both later regret.

But right now she had a right to be angry. Angry and absolutely devastated.

The Doctor, Martha, and Y/N had been visiting a new planet. The most beautiful planet Y/N had seen. Everything had been so green and full of life. Even the inhabitants of the planet had been green. “Like proper aliens,” Martha had joked. The only other color came from the trees. The trunks of the trees were a mixture of deep violet and bright blue, woven together and branching off hundreds of feet above the ground, sprouting the most delicate looking leaves that stayed bright green year round.

Y/N had wander off on her own after a while. She and the Doctor were friendly, but they were not quite friends yet. Y/N began traveling with the Doctor because of Rose. She and Rose has been best friends since they were kids. Wherever one went, the other followed. The Doctor had tolerated Y/N because Rose loves her, but now that Rose was gone the Doctor was stuck with her. At least that’s what Y/N believed.

While on her own, Y/N met a family who accepted Y/N and her human quirks warmly and taught her about their planet and culture. It seemed like this was going to be a good trip. No running required.

Things took a turn when Y/N was investigating town’s shops with the families youngest daughter. Suddenly the sky darkened and everyone seemed to stop in their tracks. Listening, waiting to see what happened next. Then the creatures with guns started dropping out of the sky.

These creatures began to take out the people around Y/N one by one and, since this planet had been a peaceful one that had never experienced war, they had no defense. So Y/N took the little girl’s hand and ran towards the only place she knew they would be safe: the TARDIS.

The Doctor was waiting by the TARDIS by the time Y/N got there.

The Doctor grabbed her hand and began to drag her to the TARDIS doors. “Idiot,” he was muttering to himself, “always check the dates. Should’ve checked, should’ve known.” Y/N stopped and the Doctor finally turned his full attention to her “We have to go. Now!”

Y/N looked down at the girl who was still clingy to her arm. “No we can’t just leave. They’re defenseless. They need our help.”

Some emotion that Y/N couldn’t register crossed the Doctors eyes for a split second. Looking back now she believed the look at been pity. “We will. We’ll come back. We have to make a plan. Somewhere safe.” He bent down so that he was eye level with the little girl. “See that big building over there,” he said pointing to a building that several others were running towards. “Run there. You’ll be safe until we come back.” The little girl looked up at Y/N, who smiled and nodded, encouraging her to let go of her hand and run. The second the girl dropped Y/N’s hand the Doctor was tugging Y/N through the TARDIS doors.

“So what’s the plan?” Y/N asked while the Doctor fiddle with the control panel.

“There is no plan,” the Doctor replied shortly.

Y/N stared at him incredulously, even though he refused to look at her. “What do you mean there’s no plan? You always have a plan”

“Not this time,”

This is when the screaming and insults began flying. The Doctor tried to explain to Y/N that what was happening on that planet was set in time and that not even he could save it from its inevitable destruction, but Y/N wouldn’t listen. She called him a coward, a liar, a murderer. In turn, the Doctor called Y/N a child who understood nothing. Then out of anger, and likely the feelings of frustration and betrayal, the Doctor had landed in the present day, in some small town, and told Y/N to leave. And Y/N was so angry and hurt she did just that.

Now she stood alone on an empty street, with no sign of the Doctor.

“Are you alright?” A voice called out behind her.

Hearing this man’s footsteps striding closer to her, Y/N quickly tried to wipe the tears from her face. She didn’t need attention from a stranger. “I’m fine,” she called back, not turning to look at him.

“No you’re not,” the man replied.

Y/N spun around to tell this strange man to mind his own business but the retort soon died on her lips. The man before her seemed so…familiar, but she couldn’t figure out why. The man’s face was slightly withered and his greying hair stuck out from his head in odd directions. But it was the eyes that Y/N recognized. These eyes, which seemed to look much older than the rest of him, stared back at her, as if staring into her soul.

“Do I know you?” Y/N finally blurted out.

The man smiled sadly. “Yes and no,”

Y/N now understood why she knew those eyes. “Doctor?”

The man in front of her, the Doctor with a different face, nodded and held out his hand to her. “Let’s go for a walk, shall we?”

They walked silently through the empty street with the Doctor’s hand gripping Y/N’s lightly. She glanced up at him. “Not much of a hand holder anymore, eh?”

The Doctor cracked a small smile. “Not anymore. At least not usually. I’ll make an exception for you, though.”

The two stayed silent until they reached a seemingly abandoned park. The Doctor led Y/N to a bench and sat down. Y/N followed suit. They both stared out into the empty park before either of them spoke.

“Why do you look so sad?” Y/N inquired.

The Doctor scoffed. “Me? Sad? You’re the one who was crying,”

“I’m no sad I’m angry,” Y/N replied hotly. “But you know that don’t you? I mean, you were there. Is that why you’re here? Did it take you this long to realize that you were wrong?” She said gesturing to the Doctor’s new appearance.

“I wasn’t wrong,” Y/N opened her mouth in defense,but the Doctor held his hand up to stop her, “but I wasn’t right either. There are certain rules to time travel and certain instances in time that no one can change. I should’ve explained that to you better. I will do that, in fact. In about three hours.”

“Three hours?”

“Three hours for you. About five minutes for me. But I had to give you time to cool down. You tend to be exceptionally stubborn.” Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled slightly, knowing that she would be back in the TARDIS soon.

“You still didn’t answer my question. Why do you look so sad? And don’t lie I can see it in your eyes. And why are you here now? I’m assuming you didn’t regenerate I’m the five minutes you left me.” The Doctor refused to look at her and that’s when the realization hit Y/N. She grabbed the Doctor’s hand and forced him to look at her. “I died, didn’t I? Just now with you I died.”

Tears filled the Doctors eyes and he nodded. “I’m so sorry,”

“At least it was sudden. At least I’m guessing that the reason you’re here. You didn’t get to say goodbye.”

The Doctor ran a hand through his unruly hair before responding. “You were always too perceptive for you’re own good.” The Doctor hesitated. “You were so brave all the way up until the end. Every adventure we went on, no matter how terrifying or dangerous it was, you were right by my side. You never backed down. It’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.” Y/N eyes widened slightly and her grip on the Doctor’s hand tightened. She never would’ve imagined that the Doctor could have those kinds of feelings for her.

“It was like you knew you were getting close to the end,” the Doctor continued. “The day before you-the day before it happened, you gave me an absolutely perfect day. And I didn’t deserve it. But you do. You deserve one last, perfect day. And I plan on giving it to you.”

“One last perfect day,” Y/N smiled slightly. “Will this not screw up the space-time continuum or whatever?”

The Doctor smiled genuinely for the first time since he’d arrived. “I think we can risk it just this once. Whaddya say? Let me give you your perfect day?”

Despite the newfound knowledge of her impending death, Y/N grinned. “What are we waiting for?”

It truly was Y/N’s perfect day. Despite only knowing this Doctor for mere hours, Y/N felt as if she had known him her entire life. Their banter was easy, as if they’d been at if for years and the Doctor seemed to know Y/N next movements before she did. Neither of them were ready for the day to end when the TARDIS landed back in that town, right where the other Doctor had left Y/N.

“My last self should be in this exact location in about five minutes,” the Doctor said slowly walking Y/N through the front doors of the TARDIS.

“Can you tell me one thing?” Y/N asked. The Doctor nodded hesitantly. “How long do I travel with you? Roughly I mean. Obviously, I make it through at least one more generation.”

The Doctor was silent for several moments, contemplating the best way to answer the question. “Out of all of my companions, you stay with me the longest.”

“Good. At least we had a good run,” Y/N reached up and gave the Doctor a kiss. Her first kiss with him and inevitably his last. “Goodbye, Doctor,”

“Goodbye, Y/N”

She watched the TARDIS disappear into the air. Seconds later another TARDIS appeared. Another Doctor, Y/N’s Doctor in the blue pinstriped suit appeared in the doorway with an outstretched hand. This hand was a peace offering, an apology, a new beginning for the both of them.

Y/N smiled and took the Doctor’s hand.

#10th doctor x reader #tenth doctor x reader #12th doctor x reader #twelfth doctor x reader #doctor who imagine #10th doctor imagine #12th doctor imagine

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riversofmars · 4 years ago

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Before we launch into the final part, I just want to say a massive thank you to all of you! Thank your for joining me on this journey, it's been a wild ride and I'm so glad it all came together.

2020 has been a tough year for all of us in many different ways but there are also things to be grateful for and remember at Christmas time. For me, getting back into writing and fandom has been the greatest blessing of 2020, it's given me so much joy during a very bleak time. So thank you to everyone that's read my stories and particularly to those that always comment and are here for a chat. In a time where social contacts are so limited, being able to connect and talk about your interests is very special. I really hope that I could give back some of that joy with this story.

I wish you all a very merry Christmas, I hope you have a wonderful time and that all your Christmas wishes and hopes for 2021 come true! This really has been an absolute pleasure. I'll miss doing this daily!

Lots of love! Jana

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“River, hold up a second…“ Sandshoes caught up with her as they all made their way down main street. As predicted shoppers were returning to the streets bringing a sense of excitement and warm smiles. The fairy lights shone brightly as it had turned dark and snow had started falling more heavily now muffling their footsteps.

“Are you okay? You look a bit…“ River sensed that there was a seriousness about him and she stopped for a moment so they could fall back a bit for some privacy.

“Still trying to take it all in, it was a lot… probably best I won’t remember any of this.“ He chuckled as they started walking again.

“I’m sorry…“ She said automatically but he waved it off.

“Never mind, what’s life without surprises.“

“No, I mean… I’m sorry for everything that’s about to come. I didn’t know you had to live with this knowledge the whole time, that I… when you first met me…“ She couldn’t really find the right words so she broke off.

“You’re worth all the pain. I can see that.“ He looked to the other Doctors who were walking ahead, chatting, joking. “They come to love you somuch.“

“Yeah, you will.“ She looped her arm around his.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you needed me to be that day, I should have…“ He didn’t look at her, he didn’t want to see that hurt in her eyes again.

“Oh Doctor.“ She stopped walking and held him back as well. “You have always been and will always be the person I need you to be.“ She cupped his cheek and forced him to look at her. “I have been all over your timeline, I have met every version of you, had mad adventures and now, hopefully, I get to spend the rest of time with you in a more linear fashion. And never, have you hurt, disappointed or let me down. And never have I not loved you.“

He took her hand off his cheek and pressed it to his lips. Yes, he would forget about this but she had told him everything he needed to hear.

“I think I’m starting to fall in love with you, River Song.“ He sighed with a little smile and she grinned.

“You better be.“ She leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss.

“Oi, you two, we all get equal time with the Mrs, no sneaking off!“ Bowtie called from up ahead and River giggled.

“Come along Doctor, we will be late for Christmas dinner.“

They found a restaurant big enough to accommodate for one very large table. They required three large turkeys and countless sides, it was a feast. They popped Christmas crackers, wore colourful hats and shared their stories. Even when they were all too full to move, Bowtie ordered another round of Christmas pudding with extra custard.

The Doctor looked around the table feeling her hearts swell. So much love around this table. So much joy. It blew away all the grief, the sorrow, the loss. It was as if time stood still and not for their crossing timelines but for the joy of the moment. In this moment, everything was perfect.

Donna was questioning Amy and Rory trying to figure out how exactly they were the Doctor’s in-laws.

Clara recounted tales of her travels with Eyebrows to Bill who listened with baited breath, as she always did when a pretty girl was talking.

River was negotiating life aboard the TARDIS with the Fam, setting down ground rules for her future life travelling with them, rejoicing at her new lease on life.

The Doctor looked to her former selves who still eyed her with mild amusement but it wasn’t unkind, it was admiring.

“So you did it, you brought her back.“ Bowtie smiled, saying what they were all thinking.

“We brought her back.“ The Doctor corrected him taking a sip of something very sweet and fizzy.

“It really has been a long time coming, hasn’t it.“ Eyebrows smiled.

“Home for Christmas.“ Sandshoes agreed, raising his glass in a congratulatory fashion.

“How are you holding up, Doctor?“ Eyebrows asking, sensing a persistent thoughtfulness about her.

“Better now.“ She admitted with a small smile. “It’s not easy, it’s never been easy, so much of…“ She looked around the table and then back to them. “You all have so much ahead of you still but… you’ll get here, I know that because I have.“

“Well, I for one have the greatest confidence that we will be just fine.“ Bowtie announced.

“What are you lot chatting about.“ River stuck her nose in.

“You.“ The Doctor was quick to retort. “They’re all jealous that I get to take you home tonight.“

“Doctor, I hope you’ll be treating my daughter with respect and not…“ Rory piped up.

“I’m fairly certain the Doctor is in a lot more trouble here than the Professor is.“ Clara interjected with great amusement, getting rather tipsy on mulled wine.

“Oh, she certainly is.“ River smirked.

“I mean, it’s quite the change, isn’t it.“ Donna commented gesturing from Eyebrows to the Doctor.

“What they’re meaning to say is, do you swing both ways because I, for one, wouldn’t mind…“ Bill interrupted.

“Ah well, it seems going forward it’ll be the monogamous lifestyle for me.“ River sighed feigning disappointment. “No more back to front timelines, no more excuses.“

“Helps when that one person has like 14 versions.“ Clara giggled.

“We can’t chose who we fall in love with.“ River pointed out.

“Right, that’s enough.“ Rory put his foot down, he’d heard enough.

“A toast.“ Amy called, coming to her husband’s aid.

“What?“ The Doctor nearly chocked on her drink when Amy threw a biscuit at her across the table to make clear she meant her.

“C’mon, Doc, it’s not like we will be all sitting together like this again any time soon, say a few words!“ Graham encouraged her.

“Come on then.“ Eyebrows filled her drink up for her and Bowtie pulled her to her feet.

“Oh ahhh…“ The Doctor looked around confused not sure what to say, she took a deep breath gathering her thoughts but felt a little better for seeing the warmth and smiles on everyone’s faces as they looked up to her. “Remember you can’t tell them anything about this, they won’t remember but you will.“ She opened with the first thing that came her mind. She looked to the companions who all nodded. “And I’m sorry about that… I’m sorry you have to carry on for so much longer without knowing how things will turn out.“ She looked to River and gave her a little smile, and then to her former selves who also nodded. She retuned her attention to the companions: “Just look after them in the meantime…“

“You know we will, we have.“ Clara said softly, speaking for all of them.

“God, I miss you all.“ The Doctor averted her eyes, looking down at her plate as tears threatened to well up in her eyes. A lump formed in her throat, she couldn’t carry on, she was overcome with emotion.

“All the more important we enjoy our time together.“ Sandshoes stood placing his hand on the Doctor’s shoulder.

“Yes, because this has been the best time, another wonderful story.“ Bowtie stood as well, raising his glass.

“I think this may have been the best one yet.“ Eyebrows stood as well and gave his future self a reassuring smile. “It really was quite something.“

“Merry Christmas, Doctor.“ Amy grinned and jumped to her feet, pulling Rory with her and within seconds everyone was on their feet toasting each other.

“Merry Christmas.“ The Doctor found River’s eyes across the table who gave her the softest most loving smile.

“This really is the happiest season of all.“

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mhdiaries · 4 years ago

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Diary of Kieran Valentine

You’ll steal my heart if you read my diary.

May 1st

May 3rd

July 1st

There’s nothing more I can teach you. The rest will come when you put what you’ve learned into practice. Know that you are loved for what, and who you are.

Sincerely,

“Mrs. Goblin”

P.S. Do the right thing or I’ll come back and make you clean out flying monkey cages again.

July 2nd

July 7th

July 10th

July 12th

August 1st

#monster high #monster high diary #kieran valentine #alright alright alright #text post #sdcc 2015

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alywats · 3 years ago

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June/ July 2021 Reading Wrap-Up

So, it’s been a minute, huh? I finished my first year of grad school on June 8th, turned 23 on June 9th, and went face-down-head-empty on June 10th. I am trying to be better about managing burn-out, but that is a discussion for another time. Let’s get caught up on my spicy literary opinions, shall we?? I read significantly less than normal in June and July, but we still have 8 whole books!

1. Shrines Of Upper Austria –Phoebe Power (71 pgs) 4

This is a special poetry collection, because it was written by the person who taught me the most about poetry. In 2018 I signed up for a poetry class during my semester abroad in England, and Phoebe was my workshop leader. Cut to 3 years later, and I still think about pieces of advice Phoebe gave me, every time I write. This collection was published while I was there, and I actually went to the release event and heard her perform some of the poems, but for some reason I hadn’t gone back and actually read the whole book until now. I love this collection a lot, it’s a mosaic of European stories and histories, specifically as they relate to WW2. I think Phoebe has such a strong voice and such a unique style of writing, in ways that may make some of her work a little difficult to unpack for some readers. Anyways, Phoebe was the first person I ever showed my writing to, she even gave me feedback on a poem that went on to circulate tumblr (lol), and she understood my voice before I really understood it myself… anyways I think you should read this if you’re into poetry!

2. Crush –Richard Siken (62 pgs) 5

I don’t know if I have the right words to describe this book. Are they love poems? Sometimes. This was an absolutely haunting reading experience. All of the poems in this book are so desperate, so obsessive, so panicked, that by the end you just need a deep breath. There is so much blood in the lines of these poems, and I think that’s the best sell I can make? I HIGHLY recommend this.

3. Grocery List Poems –Rhiannon McGavin (80 pgs) 4.5

The last thing I read on The Day I Read A Bunch Of Poetry, and it was by one of my favorite poets. This is Rhiannon’s second collection, and uh, can we get some commotion for the fruit imagery??? I really like this collection, it is very cohesive and so full of her voice (which I have come to love a lot). My favorite poem in this book is Elsa la Rose and I want everyone to read it.

4. West Of Here –Jonathan Evison (486 pgs) 3

Here, my guys, is where things took a turn. I started reading this book on like June 10th, and I did not finish it until JULY 12TH. I don’t know if my brain just finally needed to shut down after finishing a year of grad school, or if this book was actually just that painful to read. Maybe it was some combination of the two, but good lord this book was hard for me to get through. The premise was great: historical fiction about when Washington became a state with a current day Bigfoot B-plot. Woof though: I was annoyed by every character in this book (oh and there were about 37243875 characters to keep track of across two different timelines), plus I was also kind of annoyed by how #woke and #girlboss some of the characters from the 1800’s timeline were? Clearly Evison was trying to skirt around some of the *ahem* problematic elements of colonizing Washington and treating Indiginous people the way they were treated, and also the way women were treated in the 1800s, etc… but it came off as oversimplified and cringy. This would have been a 2-star review BUT THAT BIGFOOT B-PLOT? I am a simple woman.

5. The Pisces –Melissa Broder (270 pgs) 3.5

Haha, what? This book has mermaid sex. Okay, it also has some big Ottessa Moshfegh-esque character study elements, where we meet an unlikable narrator and relate to her *too much* for comfort. This is a read where you feel uneasy the whole time and the ending kept me awake for a little while after I finished it. It’s gross, it’s weird, and most of all there is a fish man ready for action. Did I like this? Who’s to say, really.

6. All The Light We Cannot See –Anthony Doerr (531 pgs) 3.5

This I read as a buddy read with my good friend Carly! Carly and I met the first day of college and we did music stuff together throughout. Now, we are both yelling about books on the internet (her book instagram is @book.trunks if you want to check out her hot takes!). But on to this book…. sad, just sad.

This book kind of wrecked me? And I did really like the writing. I became invested in the characters immediately, and the structure of the book felt like a kind of fragmented flashback, which is fitting for a traumatic book about WW2. I am becoming really sensitive to the ways authors use trauma like this though, did this book make me feel things because it was full of good, emotional writing? Or did descriptions of extreme suffering evoke those feelings because I am a human and WW2 was a nightmare? Does this matter? I don’t know, but this book was sad and I *think* I liked it?

7. Sweetbitter –Stephanie Danler (356 pgs) 2.5

This is pretentious lit-fic in its most pure essence. An overwritten coming-of-age/ finding yourself novel with minimal plot set in New York City, baby –the city of dreams! Our protagonist has a tragic past, and working in a fancy restaurant shows her things about the city and its people that make her question her place there. There’s sex and drugs along the way, and maybe NYC isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, hmm? Or, maybe this is *exactly* where she’s supposed to be. Does this sound exceedingly boring and predictable, because it was.

8. Supernatural Strategies For Making a Rock ‘n’ Roll Group –Ian F. Svenonius (250 pgs) 4

This is a quirky little nonfiction (memoir?? art piece?) about what it means to start a rock ‘n’ roll band! I thought this was super interesting and it reminded me of Chuck Klosterman’s writing a bit, so no complaints here!

#reading wrap up #july reads #June reads #books #book review #booklr

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societydatabase · 4 years ago

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*𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 / regine ren & elisa caspar

Who: Regine Ren, Elisa Caspar, Scooby

Location: Maddox’s Dorm, The New Old Mill

Timeline: November 10th, 2020 - November 12th, 2020

Word count: and then i oop- (it’s a quick read I promise!)

Premise: On Nov 10, Elisa and Regine both get cards saying they have to work together to steal Scooby for 48 hours. This is their story.

STEP ONE: What the fuck is the plan?

When the girls got their cards individually, it was no question they both immediately went looking for each other, and had found themselves sitting in an empty room 407, thirty three minutes into a dead silence.

“So…” Elisa trailed, looking around the room awkwardly as her feet swayed from the closest bed.

“I’m thinking.” Regine had, of course, been thinking for a long time, chin on her hand and arm slung over her knee à la The Thinker.

“Can you…uh…think faster?”

“I just…” she fell back in her seat, frustrated. The idea of stealing her old roommate’s dog, of which she lived with herself, left Rei desperate for a way out. The sound of her father’s voice in her head rang and echoed, she was a spy before she was a friend. “If we do it, Scoobs can’t leave our sight the entire time.” she was firm on it.

“Yeah, of course. I don’t want him to get hurt, or anyone.” While Regine was mostly trying to get initiated out of obligation to her bloodline, she also wanted to prove she wasn’t a punk. For Elisa, she thought she owed Gallagher for what it’s given her, for turning her life around, for creating a connection to her mother. She may not have seemed serious about it, but she was. Rei didn’t bother to ask.

“Think you can handle me for 48 hours straight?” Regine cocked an eyebrow at Elisa who in turn matched her with a sleek, ambitious smile.

“No.”

“Alright, let’s get to work.”

STEP TWO: The Plan

They needed to find somewhere they could camp out for the 48 hour window they were required to steal Scooby for without being spotted, given Rei had planned an entire schedule of when one would sleep and the other would watch him. (She had almost rationed their food, but didn’t want to overwhelm Elisa). It was Elisa’s idea to stake out in the New Old Mill, since they could reserve the venue for events and meetings it would (hopefully) deter others from visiting it during a period that it was booked. Standing shoulder to shoulder in the hallway of the rec center, gazing up at the bulletin board that housed the sign up sheet, they both sighed simultaneously.

“We shouldn’t reserve it under our names. Cover our tracks, right?” Rei said, a bit unsure. Was Regine taking this a little too seriously? Probably.

“That’s a good idea, yeah.” Elisa nodded, not bothering to look over at the other girl. Regine hesitated before shrugging, and grabbed the pen with her less dominant hand before stepping up to the sheet. It took a few seconds of thinking, but she realized they were on the clock. She pressed the ball point down lightly over the paper and messily began writing letters in every sign up slot over the next two days.

L-a-n-d-o-n B-e-n-n-e-t

When it came to stealing Scooby, it wasn’t hard to hack into the schedule database and find out when all of the students in room 405 would least likely be in the dorm room. They made a point to leave a note for Maddox, Regine insisted, in the cryptic form of mismatched magazine cutouts. They’d made it together, with thick latex gloves, for the fingerprints of course! (Again, a little too seriously). Scooby was happy to see Regine, which only made her feel worse, but they left the note quick and headed for the mill. It read:

I’ll be back in a few days, Dad. I am safe!

- Scooby (x)

STEP THREE: The New Old Mill

Three Hours

Pizza’s halfway eaten. Rei realized too late that she’d left her laptop in her dorm room. They’ve played UNO seven times. Scooby won four of those times.

Fifteen Hours

The sun sets early and they’ve turned all the lights off in the mill with the exception of a few candles, of which Elisa thought would add to the lore. Regine was pulling on her pajamas when she heard spooky, muffled tunes and sprung to a turn, nearly tripping over her own pants. She was met by the harsh brightness of a flashlight under Elisa’s chin as the other girl grinned, playing late Halloween music from a cassette player.

“Elisa, no.”

“Legend has it—”

“Jesus Christ.”

In retrospect, the scary stories they told that night weren’t exactly ghastly, but Regine had the night shift and of course Scooby demanded a walk at four in the morning. What was she supposed to do, tell him no? She took him out back as Elisa slept, “Can’t you shit at a regular hour, like a normal person?” Regine grumbled as she rubbed her cold hands, and Scooby looked back up at her with his tongue hanging out. “Right, sorry I asked.”

Thirty Five Hours

They were having a staring contest. Elisa bit down to fight the laughter that knocked at the door of her mouth, and Regine sat with her back perfectly erect.

“No laughing.” Regine tried not to smile.

“That’s not how the game works, Rei.” Elisa rebutted, cheeks rosy and quickly moving the stray strand of hair out of her face. “So are we like, friends now or something?”

Rei stood quiet. She had decided a few weeks earlier that she had too many friends and wouldn’t make a point to attain anymore. In fact, she’d made a few pros and cons lists on who she was going to drop after the New Year based on how much energy she had to exert. “Maybe.”

“It’s…more of a yes or no question, but okay.” Elisa’s fingers pressed into the arm of her seat as her eyes grew wider with restraint, trying not to blink. “But we kind of have this secret now, you, me, and Scooby. So…we’re, like, bound by that. We’re friends.”

Regine kept her eyes focused, nearly squinting, before the corner of her lips dared a smirk. “Friends then.”

Perking up, mostly at having finally gotten Rei to soften, Elisa felt her eyes come to a close in the process “Ah, fuck!” she laughed, only a little upset.

“Actually, you blinked about fifteen seconds beforehand, didn’t want to kill your vibe.”

Forty Eight Hours

When the phone alarm went off the whole room jumped up and they looked at each other, yes, Scooby included. Two full smiles fell on both of their faces, and then ran over and laid on the floor beside the dog to take a selfie (you know, for the memories). They sent a lonesome photo of just him to the number that had texted them beforehand, which they both assumed to be those who wore the masks at the intro meeting. Rei had recognized one of them, Elisa the other, and they contemplated if they’d address them by name in the text to be ballsy.

“You know, to assert dominance.” Regine said seriously. Elisa blinked, not quite sure how to feel. Not just about Rei ‘asserting her dominance’ but just the fact that they could address the two leaders - one of which had been her roommate and the other she was currently rooming with - with such bravado. But she’s long abandoned the urge to overthink the whole thing and continued to push down the awkward feeling she’s had for these last two days and get their task over it. They had sent a photo 48 hours prior of Scooby on their way to the mill, and had now dressed him up with a blanket tied around him like a cape, a masquerade mask, and a black dahlia flower between his teeth. The text read ‘It’s been fun. Thanks for the vacation, Natasha & Aria. - Scooby’

He was back outside the door of room 405 only an hour after.

#black dahlia task #thanks to chels & jess <3 #submission

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