#sorry for the genetic class but I needed to explain it

[fantomette22]

Alright so before the Sonic 3 movie release I wanted to share a few thoughts and hypothesis/ theory following my last post about it.

It's really smt just for me (and maybe 2-3 mutuals) to put my thoughts and be like : hey I was right/wrong on that detail! for later on. (I will also re explain a few things for well my friends who would like to read this but aren't familiars with a few things)

And just as I write this NEW CLIP shows up! And this is great! That's so good omg the details... oh boy idk how I am going to survive this movie XD

And I mean I'm a very calm person. Always make no sound in the theatre but I think I will really have to make an effort to restrain myself from screaming when I will watch this movie

Also dunno when I could see it 💀 Like it is releasing the 20th in Canada! yeah but of course it's a day I am working from 8am to 8pm 💀 ahhhhhh for 5 consecutive days!!! And then it's Christmas and I have family over whom came from the other side of the Atlantic to see me so hm I will see when I can go see it...

I kinda forgot many things I wanted to talk about since the 2nd trailer and the Run it clip but I just wanna share 1-2 theories concerning Maria Robtonik in the movie and how they're gonna adapt her illness. Plus a few other things.

It's just some hypothesis I made up but hm just in case if I got it accidentally right or very close. I don't wanna spoil the surprise for anyone so yeah be careful if you wanna read my crazy ideas below.

Alright so we can hypothesis that compared to the game universe, Project Shadow was actually made on Earth! That Gerald, Maria and everyone on the project were on earth and not in space. (Maybe they had a few experiments in space but not everything was in orbit). Also look at the Ark/eclipse canon, in the trailer it's way smaller compared to the one in the game. But I mean realistically you can't have an orbital space station of a few kilometres of diameters in the 60s 😭 Like Sputnik, (first articial satellite) was sent in 1957, Margarine went in space in 1961! And Apollo XI was in 1969! Even currently space stations could never be thing big XD. But smt that is about 200m of diameter? Hmm... well a bit more likely. (In the game universe it work! In ours?! Hm...)

Seriously the one in the game is so huge.

Compared to well baby realistic Ark. That seems as deadly.

So now like we see in the trailers Eggman Sonic & co seems to go to some kind of bunker/base/ research facility to find Shadow or gather clues about him. And that's where our dear Ivo meet his Grandpa too.

So clearly this is on Earth, lost in the mountains and it seems were Project Shadow was made and all. Where Gerald, Maria and Shadow used to live.

Also hey the snowy mountains fit...

(I will come back to those pics later too. I have no idea where it is on the globe as well. I wanna say Europe XD but could be the usa. Could be anywhere.) (Clean fresh air of the mountain hm? Altitude help to have more blood cells hm..)

So if they are on Earth they need to adapt Maria and her condition. In the game she has NIDS (Neuro-Immune Deficiency Syndrome), and so we learn in Shadow Generations by being in Space, with a lower articial gravity it helps her condition. On earth she would be bed ridden all the time. Now most days she's ok but some days she need to catch her breath more or she can't walk or she's hurting, she have to be in bed and she can barely see or think! And well she's thankful for Shadow to be so patient with her when it happened. And one of her biggest wish is to be able to go to Earth and live a normal life, and enjoy everything it has to offer.

So in the movies, if she's on earth, I feel it still needs to be similar and a bit different too. I suppose the condition she have here must unable her to live normally in society/ outside.

First I still think our poor girl should still have NIDS too. Let her cumulate extra rare genetic disease. I'm sorry but that's still important that she can't run around with energy everyday, where would be the drama and the anxiety to find a cure quickly.

Now I can think of 2 other potential real world things (if they're just not making up a condition or well she's moderately sick but she's orphan and she just have her grandpa so she stays lock in a secret military facility..ok ).

Very weak immune system. So she cannot live in society and risking catching something. But idk there's probably hundred of people working where they were I think and maybe those people don't live in the mountain full time?

Xeroderma pigmentosum/ children of the moon condition (be ready for some genetic lesson and rambling)

Ok hear me out. I might be crazy but I think is this plausible actually. But first what is you ask? Well to put it very very simply, (I'm really not an expert on it I will try to summary as best as I can) it's an hereditary disease, a genetic disorder, that make your skin and eyes extremely sensible to UV light and the sun. 1/1 million people have it in Europe. It's very rare but there's no cure for it. Even if treatment have progress a lot and people can live more than 30 years, many people still die very young of it.

Basically when your dna got it by too much uv it break. But DNA is code well and most of the time it repair all by itself! Sometimes too much mutations can't be fix and either the cell is destroyed or cancer happened. In the case of xeroderma pigmentosum, the gene responsible of fixing the dna / so protect us from the uv just doesn't work. You might be familiar with picture of children in suits that look like cosmonaut to protect them from the UV well this is it.

We have 46 chromosomes, in 23 pairs that made or DNA. Half are from our father and the other half our mother. In one pair of chromosome we have this particular gene that code for "fixing the dna from UVs". So normally we have 2 versions of this who work. One on each chromosome of the pair. Sometimes it happened that only one gene on one chromosome work and the other actually don't work. It's fine you still have a version who work to do it's job in each cells of your body. (Why? well could be passed done, could be a mutation, an error while creating the reproductive cell who knows.) The problem is... What happen when two people, have each one gene who work but the other who doesn't work and they have children. Well this happen :

There's a chance someone got both wrong gene. Gene that won't work properly and will cause serious problems.

It's very similar to the way many genetic disorder work, it's the same for mucoviscidose/ pulmonary fibrosis for people who know about it. it's way more frequent too it's 1/3000. Now people can live more than 40y old, have normal life, children and all but there's still many places in the world where children who don't have access to treatment died young and decades ago many children died of it very young. My family have been personally touch by it so it's a subject that means a lot to me.

Now to come back to Sonic movie! And Maria, well this condition could explain why she can't go outside (especially during the day) or have a "normal" life in society. But I'm still a bit conflicted 🤔 I mean I don't know how it work in the 60s-70s but today even with this condition people live in society and yes they need tons of adaptation but they live kind of commonly. So idk it could still be mixt with other things too? Idk it's really just one hypothesis and speculation.

Last thing people notice on the few images of Maria we have, she have a lil bag and maybe is has something to do with her condition! Idk she could have meds of a syringe, an inhalator idk something for Shadow maybe? She could have everything in it really XD but yes I cannot wait to see them portrayed on the big screen 🥺 MAKE ME CRY please

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Now why is Gerald still alive! Well before the second trailer drop I legit thought maybe he used something like the solaris prototype to travel to the future?! Like in the 06 game Eggman sent Sonic, Tails in Knuckles to the future via this machine and using the chaos emerald to power it. So I thought maybe Shadow power it and Gerald disappear 50y ago and now Shadow is getting him back. But now it seems unlikely? I thought of clones, android idk but nowit seems he's just very old and in good health at like 100y+ or something 😭 that's a bit sus but possible. And do you imagine they did found the cure for Maria and Gerald use it himself too and that's why he's still mostly ok today? OMG I SWEAR- I swear... if they did found a cure for Maria. Like it work and all. And they used it and she was getting better and SHE DIED LIKE 2 WEEKS LATER I SWEAR TO GOD!!!!!ybixsbhjksqcbhjkqcsbhjkqcsbjl hm

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Ok now you see those shots from the last trailer/ music clip. Clearly either the trailer or clip images ones are actually in mirror compared to how those shot will be in the movie. (or they just switches place at some point XD)

Trailer:

Jelly Roll song :

So I made this V to have both the trailer and music clip segments to match together. There's two possibilities of course. Which one will it be? We'll know soon

Possibility 1, trailer version is correct :

Or Possibility 2, music clip is correct :

Or the scene is actually no that short and they switch place XD

Also many have been wondering if this is actually real or not. Is Shadow dreaming/day dreaming of what could have been like in Dark Beginning ; the 2 of them daydreaming or did it actually happen??

And I can' be sure but.... idk I feel it's real, I feel it happen. At least, I hope. There's just so adorable here I can't-

And like some notice she does indeed have two little bracelets at her wrist here. One seems to have a blue cord and one is made of lil pearls. red, black, white, blue ones? I swear if Shadow made it for her 🥹 😭

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Also I do have another clue pointing to one of those theories But hm... I can't really talk about it... hm maybe after the movie release and everyone watch it. Or in dm lol. I'm not taking the risk. But maybe it have absolutely no link with what I present earlier. In all case it will be great I'm sure.

[cupcakeinat0r]

A Nerdy middle-aged loser Miguel w a dad bod who teaches your genetics class.

He has a huge crush on you even though he knows he shouldn’t but how tf couldn’t he????

With the way you always walk in a minute or two late, making the whole class look at you as you strut in with your quiet “so sorry!” and your cute little outfits that show off the best parts of your body.

Miguel’s eyes would follow you and the way you set down your bag, whipping out your computer, ready to absorb all the knowledge that Prof. O’Hara has to offer like a sponge. He usually has to stand behind his podium because watching you hang onto every single one of his words with those parted, glossy lips and curious eyes made him embarrassingly hard.

Or the way you took notes, your cute little organization of colors and annotations. Your kindness in giving notes to your peers because you wanted to see everyone succeed. Even though you may not have looked like it, you were a smarty pants, too. And he found that extremely hot.

During his lecture, he’ll sometimes catch you applying lip gloss or fixing your hair in your compact mirror and think to himself how gorgeous you are and how lucky your boyfriend that you totally already have is.

Cuz there’s no way he could pull someone like you. Those days are over for him. Plus, you were way out of his league.

But he can’t help but have a sliver of hope every time you leave class with an adorable smile and small wave.

“Thank you so much, Professor O’Hara! Great class today!!”, your praise never ceasing to make him slightly flustered on the inside.

Before you, he totally fucked his own hand like everyday. He’s a lonesome man. But now that you were in his life? That man goes home everyday, imagining his had is your luscious, tight cunt, replaying your cute voice in his head over and over again.

What he has no idea is that his praise has the same effect on you.

Anytime you had a question or were worried that you weren’t understanding a concept, Miguel would comfort you, with the most gentle words and voice.

He was such a cute man. It’d be so easy to praise him and baby him, telling him he’s sooo smart and such a good teacher.

His well-kept black hair w tiny hints of gray throughout, his black rimmed square glasses, his little cashmere sweater + button up combos that hugged around his broad chest, enormous biceps, and pudgy belly. He was sooo dreamy. He made it so hard to focus.

You’d go up to his desk after class needing clarification on a topic. He’d tell you to sit down, eager to help you with the class (or anything ever, he’d do anything for you if it meant keeping you).

His cologne would fill your nose as he bends over the table, a strand of hair falling on his forehead, pushing his glass up his nose as he towers over you as he explains what ever it was you were confused about.

It never helped because you never caught a single word. You were too busy imagining his soft stomach rubbing against your back as he bends you over the table, plowing you while saying those sweet words of encouragement into your ear.

And those veiny, hairy arms and hands wrapped around your waist as he bounces you on his fat cock, making those adorable glasses of his fog up.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, you’re doing great, as always.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, sweetheart.”

“I know, mama, It’s a hard concept to grasp, but you’ll get it. I know it.”

It made you scream on the inside. You wanted so badly to be a good student for him so that he could talk to you this way every single class.

Pt.2 here!

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[novvabee]

We Take Care of Each Other 🩹🌙

Summary: Remus x reader with chronic illness, just some cute and fluffiness with Remus. I just wanted to do a self indulgent fic with Remus to give those with chronic illness/disease some representation. ❤️

CW: mentions of chronic illness/disease, mentions of pain, mentions of sickness, swearing

word count: 1.9k

You woke up feeling like shit. Normally, you would deal with it and make your way to class, but today it didn’t feel like normal everyday shit, it felt like more serious shit. You tried to take some medicine and wait a couple minutes in bed for them to start working, but you could tell that if you didn’t go and see Madam Pomfrey, you would only get worse throughout the day.

So you pulled yourself out of bed, not bothering changing out of your sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, and slipped some shoes on. You made your way through the common room where you found your friends lounging on the couches and completing last minute homework. Mary looked in your direction and had to take a double take. 

“Oh, sweetheart, do you feel alright? You don’t look too good.” Mary said with concern. If your friends could tell you weren't feeling well, you must look like death. Usually, they can’t tell when you felt your normal levels of pain and sickness, but you obviously look as awful as you feel.

“Yeah you look like you got hit by a train.” Sirius said, glancing up from his hastily scribbled notes, no doubt for class in only a few minutes. He himself didn’t look like his normal self, he looked a bit pale and had bags under his eyes. He and the other boys must have stayed up getting into trouble last night.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re one to talk Black.” you chirped back at him. He winked playfully at you and you gave your friend a small smile back, even if you were in pain, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to mess with him a little bit. 

“It’s just one of those days,” you explained, now speaking to the whole group again. “I don’t think I can make it to class so, I’m gonna go see if Madam Pomfrey can help me in any way.”

“Oh honey,” Lily said looking sorry and concerned, “I’m so sorry, I’ll be sure to take notes for you.”

“Thanks Lils,” you smiled, making your way out the common room entrance. All your friends called after you a melody of “See you later”s and “Hope you feel better”s.

You started your journey to the infirmary and cursed whoever built the castle. However beautiful it may be, they were an asshole for putting so many stairs throughout it. You wondered how all the normal kids did it, having to go up and down and up and down all day long. One set made you out of breath and needing a minute to recoup.

You were grateful for magic in times like these. You could take some potions and feel a bit better, but no potion could take away your illness. Yes magic could cure the common cold or minor aches or even broken bones, and you heard that there was some development in a magical cure for blindness, but there was no cure, no potion or spell, that could change your genetics, your DNA, every fiber that made you, you.

At times you wish you were just like everyone else, but that isn’t you. You have pain and sickness and hard times, but you have learned to deal with it, overcome it.

You trudged up the final stairs to the medical wing, catching your breath for a moment before pushing open the infirmary door and stepping in, looking for the sweet motherly figure.

Madam Pomfrey was tending to another child at the end of the room. She looked up and once she saw it was you, she gave you that kind, warm smile that you were so used to. You had come to know her quite well, being in and out of the infirmary a lot, especially when you got sick or when the stress of tests and exams hit. She also frequently made potions for you to stop by and pick up to manage your pain and fatigue, a simple tweak to the common Pepperup potion, but you still appreciated it.

“Have a seat in the open bed dear, I’ll be with you in a moment.” she sang through the room. You nodded and headed to the open bed in the middle of the room.

You got yourself comfortable before the curtains  magically closed around the bed. You were thankful for the privacy, not needing everyone in Hogwarts to know that you were here again. It wasn’t necessarily their fault for being so ignorant, half of them don’t understand muggle illnesses, but it doesn’t make it any less hard. Some of your peers accused you of lying and pretending to be sick so that you could skip class, but that was the furthest thing from the truth, and all your professors knew that. You wished you could be like everyone else, be able to simply sit through a class normally without starting to ache or fall asleep because of how fatigued you were. 

You hated that people didn’t understand, but your friends tried their best to, even if they would never know the full extent, because it isn’t something they experience, but they do a great job. The only one who can relate to you and understands more than the others it seems, was none other than Remus Lupin.

Remus always stayed back with you, walked slower than the rest of your friends around the castle so that you wouldn’t feel like you were behind. He would give you his jacket in classes if you needed to use it as a pillow. He made sure to copy his notes for you when you were too ill to go to class. He was amazing.

You always thought that he knew what to do because he was like you, he experienced the same things as you. Of course, you never asked him about it, but there were times where things were very similar between the two of you. Sometimes he was the one in pain, needing a can to get around, he was a little slower up the stairs with you, he was the one falling asleep in class. You just assumed that maybe he had a similar story to yours, but you didn’t want to pry or be rude, so you just returned the favor to him, lent him your sweaters for pillows, walked slowly with him, offered up Pomfrey's special potion when he winced and grunted while standing up.

You felt that you two were much closer because of these shared experiences, and you were glad you had someone to lean on.

Madam Pomfrey whipped open the curtain and stepped in. “Hello dear,” She smiled at you, “What can I help you with today?”

“It's the usual.” you explained plainly.

“What is your pain level at right now?” she asked.

You thought for a moment. “Like… a seven?” you said. To be honest, you seven was someone else’s 11, but you were used to it so it didn’t feel that bad.

“Well that is too high for my liking.” She said, starting to mix up a potion for you. “How have you been sleeping lately?”

“Not great.” you admitted. “I can’t get myself to fall asleep and then when I wake up I feel more tired than I did when I went to sleep.”

She looked at you and frowned, worry written all over her face. “Well then you are in no shape to attend class.” you wanted to argue but once you opened your mouth to protest, to say that it was fine and you didn’t want your education to suffer, the conversation you and she had had a million times not, but before you could say anything, she cut you off with a look. “I don’t want to hear it miss Y/N.” she said, continuing to mix the concoction. “Everyone always says ‘school comes first’ but that isn’t the truth. Your body and your health come first. Always. Do you understand me?”

You nodded, still wanting to tell her that you were fine really.

“Darling, you need rest. That is the best thing for your body. Now, I am going to write to your professors saying you will not be attending class for the whole day.” she said. You looked at her with bewilderment. “That’s right,” she held firm, “You are prescribed bed rest and my potion.”

You still wanted to protest, but it felt nice to have someone in your corner looking after your best interest. If your mother couldn’t be here, she was the next best thing, and you genuinely felt that she cared about you and your wellbeing.

So you gave in and nodded. “Thank you Madam Pomfrey.”

“Of course my dear.” she said, finishing the potion and setting it on the bedside table for you. She smiled and exited, pulling the curtain shut behind her.

You barely had time to drink your potion and relax into your bed before the curtain opened again. You were met with none other than Remus himself. He looked how you assumed you looked at the moment; not the best. He was pale and looked like he hadn’t slept a wink. You thought earlier that the boys had been up all night causing mischief, but Remus looked in no state to be having any fun. He smiled gently at you, which you returned to him.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he joked. You chuckled and felt the potion starting to work. You had seen Remus here countless times over all the years. Sometimes he was only here for a bit, sometimes he was there for much longer, Madam Pomfrey tending to him nonstop. You figured sometimes his condition was really bad.

No matter what, when your infirmary stays lined up, you two would recover together. Sometimes that meant hanging out and playing card games or reading next to each other or talking to pass the time, but sometimes that just meant knowing that the other was in the bed next to you, healing and recovering at your own speeds.

“Come here often?” you joked back.

“I overheard you were on bed rest for the day,” he said. You noticed his limp and figures it was a bad day for him as well. You nodded your confirmation to him. “Well, lucky for you, so am I.” 

Your smile broadened. 

Remus went to Madam Pomfrey to ask if he could move his bed right next to yours for company, and since you were both on bed rest and supposed to take a nap, it would be easier for her to check in on you both. 

Maybe it was because you two were her favorites, but she reluctantly agreed and moments later, his bed magically appeared next to yours, the curtains magically accommodated the new layout. Remus popped himself into his bed now next to yours, so close you could now rest your head on his shoulder, which you did. You felt his warmth beneath you and he rested his head on the top of yours.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Shit.” you answered bluntly to Remus. You always could be with him and he could be with you, one of your favorite aspects of your relationship with him.

He chuckled lightly, trying not to jostle your head around too much. “Yeah me too.” he said.

“You should sleep,” you said to him, yawning. “In the words of Sirius Black ‘you look like you got hit by a train’”

“He did not say that to you.” Remus said, disappointment at his friend laced in his tone.

“Oh yes he did.” you giggled.

Remus yawned as well. “Alright but you should too.”

“Ok, we’ll both sleep now so that we can shove Sirius down the stairs later and tell him that’s what the train feels like” you said mischievously. 

Remus giggled along with you. “That sounds like a plan.”

You both dozed off in the morning light, finally able to sleep now that the other was near.

Hi loves!! this one was really just a self insert for me cause I am going THROUGH it right now. but, if i can write something that only one other person can relate to, then I am so happy! ❤️

[wanderinginksplot-writes]

Gar Cyare Chapter Twelve

Finally back after an unexpected year-long hiatus!

Word Count: 4,400

Warnings: Implied threats, definite threats, mentions of genetic experimentation, suspicion, mentions of the Attack on Kamino, fear.

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Ca'tra (Night Sky)

Your office looked roughly the same as it always had. Bland Kaminoan architecture dressed in shades of white, gray, and black held a collection of furniture that had been built with the clear emphasis of function over form. Your datapads were untouched, as were the slight hints of mess around the edges of your desk. 

But everything seemed a little strange with the light… or, more accurately, the lack of it. 

The shutters that covered all of the exterior-facing windows on Kamino were closed, both protecting you from any attempt to break through the transparisteel and keeping you from seeing anything that might be happening outside. 

Though nighttime had fallen and the Kaminoan skies had been dark with clouds when the shields lowered, there was still plenty to see. The GAR had recalled all personnel in the sector to Kamino. There was too much chance that the Separatists could come back. This time, they could use the knowledge they had gathered during the last invasion - plus any new intel - to destroy the Fett genetic sample for good. 

The arrival of new ships was nearly constant, and you had heard chatter from the cadets that at least two Venator-class Star Destroyers were guarding the areas just beyond Kamino’s atmosphere. Any ships that intended to land had been issued special clearance codes. If they failed to deliver them at the right time or on the right frequency, they would be shot down upon breaking atmosphere. 

You hadn’t heard the anti-aircraft guns fire yet, so you were fairly confident that there had been no actual invasion. 

Still, you itched to see beyond the barriers, though you knew your reasoning was senseless. You wouldn’t see Alpha coming back. General Ti had told you that he would be gone at least another twelve hours, but your mind kept insisting that you would be able to watch him land in relative safety. 

If you were being honest with yourself, that was why you were still in your office instead of your bedroom. Sure, you could pretend that you were there in case General Ti or Commander Colt needed something from you, but in all reality, it was because you were filled with dread at the idea of returning to your empty quarters.

You already hated the idea that Alpha was out in the galaxy when there were potentially Separatists in the area, but to be reminded of it every time you looked around your bedroom? No, you were perfectly content in your office. 

A knock on your door made you sit upright. “Yes?” 

Your hammering heart gradually slowed as Commander Colt peered inside. “Why are you still awake?” 

You shrugged. “Too nervous to sleep, I guess.” 

A frown creased the space between the commander’s eyebrows as he stepped into your office. “You should get some rest while you can. If we are invaded, you need to be at full awareness.” 

That wasn’t exactly comforting, but you nodded. 

“Sorry,” Commander Colt said abruptly. “Probably didn’t help anything, huh?” 

“Not exactly,” you admitted. The concern for your nerves was surprising, more something you would have expected from Alpha. Suddenly, you wondered if the commander had come to find you because Alpha had asked him to. “Have you heard from Alpha?” 

He shook his head. “No, why? Have you?” 

“No.” You sighed. “I thought that might be why you’re here.”

“Limit asked me to check on you,” he told you. That made more sense, but before you could say so, Commander Colt added, “I was already on my way.” 

“Oh.” You toyed with a datapad on your desk to distract yourself from how slowly time was passing. “Why?” 

“Alpha cares about you,” he explained slowly. “More than anyone else.” 

You chuckled softly. “I know I’m his favorite nat-born.” 

Commander Colt shook his head slightly. “You’re his favorite person. He cares about you more than anyone else. Between how much he likes you and how much you’ve done to take care of him - and all my brothers, actually - you’re vod’ika.” 

Little sibling. 

The term made your chest warm with pleasure. “Thank you, Colt.” 

Colt cleared his throat. “Anyway, how are you handling all of this?” 

You took a deep breath. “I’m fine, I suppose. I’m just so… sick of being on Kamino when it goes on lockdown.” 

For a full beat after you had finished speaking, Colt stared at you. At last, he burst out laughing. “I thought you were going to be scared.” 

“I might be eventually,” you said with a shrug. “But right now, I can only think about how I’ve been here every time the lab has been locked down. I understand it’s important, but it’s getting old.”

Colt nodded in commiseration and you gave him a considering look. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” he repeated, seeming stunned when you nodded. “What do you mean?” 

You glanced at your desk, trying to buy some time to find the right phrasing. “The last time there was an invasion, you were hurt pretty badly. I don’t remember it, but Alpha was shaken up and that takes a lot. I gather that it was… close. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I’m fine,” Colt insisted. You weren’t sure about that, but if pretending was how he got through things, you weren’t going to begrudge him the coping mechanism. He turned as if to leave, but stopped before he stepped through your door. “Go to sleep soon, yeah? Limit’s working a long shift to get the medbays prepped, but he asked me to pass on a warning. If he comes by and you’re still here, he’ll tell Alpha.” 

You laughed at that despite yourself. “He probably would.”

Colt chuckled too, patting the doorframe in a gesture that seemed to punctuate his departure. “Goodnight, vod’ika.”

“Goodnight, Colt.”

When you were alone once more, you started getting everything put away for the night… but paused when your datapad slipped from your fingers and clattered against the surface of the table. The screen flickered on in the collision and you frowned, pulling it closer. 

Displaying on the screen were the records that you had been digging into before all of the investigation and shutdown chaos, records you hadn’t been able to finish accessing because you had run out of time. You had told Colt that you would go to bed and you didn’t intend to lie… but this was too intriguing to leave for the next day. 

It was fine, you reasoned. You weren’t tired yet and there was finally time to do some digging. 

Hidden behind a maze of misnamed file pathways and a selection of different passcodes, you found it: records of the clone trooper gene isolation process. The records were old, written when Ko Sai was the Chief Scientist of Kamino. She had been an integral part of creating the clone trooper genetic blueprint. 

That had confused you at first. They were clones of Jango Fett - why would the genes need to be altered at all? But even skimming the notes had been enough to give you an answer: the clone troopers weren’t exact genetic copies at all. Ko Sai had made some changes to make the troopers more loyal, less independent, and less vicious. 

There were a few outliers - especially in the early batches of troopers - and creating any living thing came with risks of aberrations in the genetics, but the experiments had been successful. That was according to Ko Sai’s notes, of course, but they were dry and scientific enough that you assumed the wasn’t much risk of them being exaggerated. 

The changes to trooper personalities were in a group Ko Sai referred to as ‘behavioral traits’. The more chilling half was designated as ‘genetic traits’. 

Genetic traits seemed to be the way the Kaminoans referred to the changes they made to keep themselves in business. Not only did they control things like troopers building muscle faster, but mercilessly capitalistic qualities like the troopers’ accelerated aging process. 

You didn’t like the idea of the changes that had been made to the troopers genes. You were self-reflective enough to realize that part of your aversion was because you didn’t like the idea of gene manipulation in general. The accelerated aging was particular egregious to you since it was actively working to decrease the amount of time you could possibly spend with Alpha. 

But the notes fascinated you - not because of their content, but because through them you could tell that Ko Sai was a deeply paranoid being. 

The records were sealed with a virtual warning: if someone without the proper security codes attempted to slice into them, the files would self-destruct. And not just the files on the record you were viewing. No, the trap would wipe every known copy of the records from any device. The trigger had been built into the file transfer itself and could be detonated at any time.

Your interest was piqued. You had been given full access to everything you needed for your report and had the highest possible security clearance, but you still held your breath as you typed in your access code. 

Thankfully, it worked and you spent a blissful hour reading through all of Ko Sai’s notes and records. A lot of it was gibberish to you and - you suspected - would be to anyone other than a highly-trained geneticist. 

As the hour grew later and you started to worry that Limit really would come to kick you out, you tried to make a copy of the files onto your datapad, but were blocked. You weren’t sure what kind of scientist would keep her files from being copied, but she must have been very certain that she would be able to access that information in other places. 

Before you shut down the datapad entirely, you found a microscopic file attached in the shell of an unrelated topic. It was a simple document that you might have overlooked… if it didn’t force you to enter your password once more. From what you gathered once you could view the vague document, Ko Sai had made copies of all of her information. She had stored them on a collection of personal datapads. 

The description of where to find them was heavily coded, but you gamely copied it onto your own datapad. Then, feeling an echo of Ko Sai’s paranoia, you also jotted it down onto a nearby piece of flimsi. With other topics for the report running thin, maybe finding the original notes from Ko Sai’s experiments would be a good way to extend your assignment.

You spent a few moments staring at the code, jotting some preliminary guesses down beneath the characters. The most common letters were likely overrepresented among the words, unless Ko Sai had been using a rotational cipher. You wouldn’t put it past her, but even rotational ciphers weren’t impossible to figure out.

Cracking the code and extending your report-writing process were things that could wait. You tucked the datapad and flimsi into your bag and shut off the lights in your office. Too much longer and you were worried you really would run into Limit, but you were bringing the codes along for insurance in case it turned into a sleepless night.

Sometimes it was good to have an office so far from your quarters. It kept you involved in the day-to-day life on Kamino and took you through some highly populated areas on the trip. And with the hours you worked, you could use the exercise. But it was an unpleasant trip late at night, when all you wanted was to crawl into bed.

Perhaps you wouldn’t have minded walking through the main sections of Kamino if they weren’t full of cadets giving you suspicious looks. 

It seemed like you had just convinced everyone that you hadn’t caused the first invasion of Kamino. No one had told the cadets many details about what had caused this lockdown, but they paid enough attention to know that you were close to the situation. 

After a few hallways of those wary glances, you cut down a side path. The slightly longer trip was a price you gladly paid in exchange for avoiding all of the watchful eyes. 

You found yourself in a section of the city that housed the learning terminals. They weren’t currently in use - all flash training had been suspended while Kamino was on lockdown and there was no reason for anyone but a cadet to be in the terminal rooms. 

So why were you hearing adult voices coming from one? 

You peeked in through the partially open door, taking in the scene in a millisecond: There were six troopers in the room. Two of them were working at one of the terminals while the other four were observing the display screen at the front of the room. 

Surprisingly, you recognized the troopers. They had arrived on Kamino earlier that day. They weren’t the first to land on-planet after the lockdown had started, but they were one of the earlier groups. 

The reason they had attracted your attention was because of the reaction of the cadets. Most arrivals on Kamino before and after the six troopers were met with warm welcomes (and often a little teasing) from the cadets. But these six were given a wary distance. They didn’t seem bothered by it - in fact, they had seemed to accept that wariness as their due. 

Their attitude struck you as strange. The troopers were loyal, and that quality apparently went down to a genetic level. The idea of troopers who didn’t seem to feel that draw to be close with their brothers was unique, and you were very curious to know how that uniqueness had managed to survive long enough to leave Kamino at all. 

Of course, that curiosity was secondary to their motivations with the learning terminals.

You recognized the file pathways displayed at the front of the room: these troopers were trying to slice into Ko Sai’s private records. 

Perhaps it wouldn’t have been such a crisis if the Kaminoans hadn’t told General Ti that they intended to launch a full investigation of their information. They needed to find out what had been sliced, duplicated, or downloaded. And to get all of that done, they needed to shut down terminal access and cycle all codes and passwords. It was only with the General’s interference that you had managed to retain your own access. 

You were willing to bet that these troopers, whoever they were, didn’t have the same privileges you held. In that case, there was a very real risk that they were about to trigger a complete wipe of Ko Sai’s library of records. 

“Stop!” you cried, bursting through the doors before you could temper your reaction. 

Unsurprisingly, you were met with four drawn blasters. The two troopers at the terminal continued to work, but the others stared at you. 

“Who are you?” one demanded flatly. 

Your hands had risen instinctively, hovering palm-out as you tried very hard to look nonthreatening. “I’m an administrator. I was sent here by the Senate to write a report about the clone troopers.” 

“Proof?” another trooper asked. 

“You can ask anyone about me,” you said quickly, lamenting that you didn’t wear your Senate ID badge on a regular basis. You hadn’t since your first week on Kamino. “I’ve been here for a while.” 

They looked skeptical, but your attention was focused on the large display screen at the front of the room. 

“Please, you have to stop,” you warned them, your desperation rising as you watched a password entry box appear. “Don’t put in your password! Ko Sai-”

The trooper at the terminal had finished entering his password and submitted it without paying any attention to you. A moment later, the screen flashed red and an ominous timer started counting down. 

“Ko Sai put a self-destruct code into her records,” you finished lamely. 

One of the trooper holstered his blaster and turned to look at the display screen, swearing in Mando’a. “Jaing, can you stop it?” 

“Trying…” one of the troopers at the terminal replied.

You watched just as intently as the troopers did - the ones who weren’t aiming blasters at you, anyway. Only moments later, the trooper stopped typing, a slight slackening in his muscles serving as your only hint of the outcome. The trooper beside him swore colorfully. 

“It’s all gone,” one of the troopers summarized, still watching you for any sign of a fight. 

“Yes.” The one who had been working to circumvent Ko Sai’s trap stood - he had answered to the name ‘Jaing’ - neatly replacing the chair at the terminal. “What now?” 

“Now,” the trooper who had put his blaster away said grimly, “we find out a little more about our new friend.” 

“Always liked meeting new people,” the other trooper at the terminal said with a sharp grin, joining the others.

They were standing around you in a loose semi-circle. Three still held blasters aimed at you, so you stayed in your nonthreatening pose. 

“Who are you?” 

You took a breath, trying to keep from sounding scared. “I’m a Republic administrator, sent by the Senate-”

“You said that already,” a previously silent trooper told you, sounding unimpressed. 

“That’s because it’s true.” 

The one you privately thought of as the leader crossed his arms. “Never said it wasn’t. Doesn’t mean we should care.” 

“Ordo,” one of the others warned quietly. 

A chill went down your spine as you realized the rationale behind the warning: if these men didn’t care about your position as a representative of the Galactic Senate, there was something else motivating them. 

“Are you involved in the infiltration of Kamino?” 

One of the troopers laughed abruptly, the sound loud enough to make you flinch. “What are you talking about, civvie?” 

“How else would you have arrived so early?” you asked, voice soft as you fell into musing the convoluted pathways of logic. “You weren’t the first ones here, but you weren’t far behind. No one should have been traveling through this sector outside of official missions and you weren’t on one of those. And now you’re here, looking at top-secret information about the genetic basis of the clone trooper program. I told you I’m a Senate representative and you’re still thinking about shooting me.”

“See, this is what happens when nat-borns try to think,” one of the men said, chuckling. It was a good act, but you could see the utter lack of emotion in his eyes. “You’re seeing patterns that don’t exist.”

“No,” you refused decisively. “There are too many strange coincidences here. My gut is saying something is off. Why are you here?”

“I have a better question,” Ordo countered. “How did you know about the data wipe code in those files?”

“How did you know about those files at all?” another asked.

“Good point, Mereel,” Ordo congratulated, turning pointedly to face you. “How did you know about Ko Sai’s private holorecords?”

“I’m writing a report about clone troopers,” you repeated firmly. “I was given access to pull from all sources in order to make my report as complete as possible.” 

“Wait,” Jaing ordered, stepping forward. His gaze was intense as he asked, “Do you have a copy of Ko Sai’s data?” 

“No.” The tension lowered slightly, but Jaing was still watching you. “She built in a feature that doesn’t allow for any of the files to be copied.”

“So,” one of the unnamed troopers asked. “Should we neutralize her here or somewhere easier to clean up?” 

You struggled to stay impassive even as your stomach dropped. 

“Udesii, A’den,” Mereel said, holding a hand out. “Killing a Senate representative may not be the best move here.” 

“Why not?” A’den asked, grinning at you. “Planet’s already on lockdown. The long-necks’ll probably think their spy was the one who did it. I doubt if anyone has seen this one since things went dark.”

You straightened, giving him your coldest look. “Commander Colt would disagree with you. As would Captain Alpha-17.” 

The group had grown quiet at Colt’s name, but noticeably relaxed when you mentioned Alpha. 

“Nice try, civvie,” Ordo told you. “Seventeen is off-planet. Probably will be for a while, with the mess they walked into.” 

“What did you do to him?” you demanded, taking a furious and unwise step forward. The blaster barrels weren’t quite touching you, but they weren’t much more than a deep breath away. “If you hurt him-”

“Fiery little thing, isn’t she?” one of the others asked, grinning at the others even as his grip on the blaster stayed firm. 

“So much concern about clones,” A’den mocked. “Don’t you know we’re disposable?” 

“Speaking of,” one of the others interrupted, “she knows who we are and what we were looking for. We need to take care of this before we leave the planet.” 

Jaing lifted a brow at him. “Does that mean you’ve got an idea, Prudii?” 

“The balconies off the lower platforms were always useful. Cuts down on the mess and the body falls right into the sea,” Prudii said with a shrug. One of the others snorted and Prudii frowned at him. “Problem, Komr’k?” 

Komr’k shook his head, clearly fighting a smile. You waited with the others. Nothing seemed to be particularly amusing about the conversation, but perhaps it was just because it was your death that they were discussing. “Just thinking of all the applications of the term ‘aiwha-bait’.”

The reactions ranged from smirks to eye-rolls, but no one seemed to share your growing feeling of nausea. It probably wouldn’t hurt, so long as they executed you with a blaster bolt to the head, but you were getting a little dizzy as you thought about what would happen to your body after you died. And, of course, there were the people you would leave behind. 

No. 

It took some effort, but you pulled yourself out of the spiral you were drifting into. You had survived the Separatist attack on Kamino. You had faced down Ventress, working with some of the best soldiers in the galaxy to make it through the experience relatively unharmed. You could survive this, too. You would. 

The training terminals weren’t close to the lower balconies, not by a long shot. You had visited the balconies many times with Alpha. You knew the area well. There would be plenty of places to attract attention or slip away. And if you couldn’t manage to do either, you would make it loud and violent, enough to attract attention. 

“Let’s get moving,” Ordo ordered as A’den gestured toward the room’s entrance with his blaster. “Don’t do anything stupid.” 

You lifted your chin as you stepped toward the door. Could he see the determination on your face? You almost hoped he could. You wouldn’t passively accept being executed. A hand grabbed your shoulder, tugging so roughly that you stumbled forward.

“Someone should have given you the same warning, Ordo,” Alpha said menacingly, sweeping you through the doorway and behind him. He was in full armor, blocking the doorway with his bulk. 

“Alpha, no!” you urged him. “They have blasters.” 

“So do I,” he said, voice steely. “Plus enough detonators to make the first invasion look like a training mishap.” 

“We have some business with the civvie,” one of the troopers started. It was much more difficult to tell who was speaking when you couldn’t see any of them, but it didn’t matter. Alpha interrupted before anyone could say more than that. 

“Ulyc sushir,” Alpha said menacingly. Even from behind him, his voice rumbled through your chest. “You men are going to stand down. Forget whatever little geroya you had going with her. You’re going to let us walk away. If you think you have anything else to say to her - unlikely - you will go through me. Understood?” 

There was no answer. The next moment, Alpha repeated, “Understood?”

“Copy.” 

That single word seemed to be as far as the troopers were willing to go. Alpha took a step back, carefully keeping himself between you and the others until you were out of sight. 

“Who-?” 

“Wait.” 

You didn’t love being commanded like an animal, but considering that he had likely saved your life, you followed Alpha’s instruction. 

He activated his comlink, keying in a code from memory. 

The voice on the other end - male, older but not elderly - answered almost immediately. “Alph-”

“Call off your dogs,” Alpha demanded, durasteel in his tone. 

“If you’re talking about my boys, they’re on assignment on Kamino.” The voice was genial, friendly, almost paternal. Still, there was a sly undertone that warned you there was something more happening. “I have no say in what they do there.”

“They almost killed a civilian.” Alpha glanced at you, as if worried that you would be startled by his blunt appraisal of the situation. You didn’t react - you had known where things had been headed. “I need to be sure they won’t try it a second time.” 

“The only reason a civilian would be in danger is if they interfered,” the man said. “Dangerous thing in a warzone.” 

“Keep them under control or I’ll send you the tags.”

The staticky silence on the comlink turned deafening, almost icy. “We’ve never had reason to argue, Seventeen. If you push this, I guarantee that will change. You don’t want a revenge-driven mando on your shebs.”

“And you don’t want me to take a closer look at who wiped Dengar’s records from the Kaminoan databases,” Alpha countered. “The civvie is off-limits, Skirata. Tell them before we have a misunderstanding.” 

“You have to understand what they’re working for,” Skirata wheedled. “It’s important to them. To all of you. One civilian loss is a low price to pay.”

“Off. Limits.” Alpha bit out sharply. 

The quiet stretched as both sides battled for supremacy. Eventually, Skirata sighed. “I’ll see what I can do. But you know how clever my boys can be when they have an obstacle to get around.”

“Warn them,” Alpha advised, “or you’ll all find out how clever I can be.” 

“None of us are di’kutla enough to underestimate you, Alpha,” Skirata said, sounding a bit amused. “I only wish you’d find your way to working with us instead of against us.”

“Not as long as you’re trying to take out innocent civilians,” Alpha told him, severing the connection before Skirata could respond. 

“Now you,” Alpha said, glancing back over his shoulder. It wasn’t an easy motion to accomplish while wearing full armor and a helmet, so you moved to walk beside him. Just as well - trailing behind him like a lost tooka wasn’t your favorite thing. 

When you were next to him, Alpha removed his helmet and gave you a hard look. “How much do you understand about what just happened?” 

“Not much,” you admitted. “I know those troopers were trying to access Ko Sai’s records, even when I warned them not to. Who are they?” 

“They are known as the Null-class troopers,” Alpha told you slowly. “The first clones of Jango that the Kaminoans ever created.” 

“I thought the Alpha-class troopers were the first.” You were working from the assumption that no part of the conversation was going to offend Alpha, but you studied his expression for any hint of displeasure or hurt. 

“We were the first viable ones,” he explained. “The Nulls were too much like Jango. The Kaminii hadn’t figured out which genes to control for yet. The Null-class didn’t take orders, not to standard. Those six were slated for termination, but Kal Skirata saved them. He had just landed on-planet, a Mando mercenary hired by Jango to train the troopers.”

“Those six?” you echoed. “Were there other Nulls?” 

“There were twelve.” 

You swallowed against the bile that was trying to rise from your twisting stomach. “What happened to the other six?” 

“Embryos weren’t viable,” Alpha said shortly. “They never made it past that point. The six you just met are the only Nulls that ever existed and the only ones who ever will.”

“I… can’t say I’m upset about that,” you admitted.

Alpha huffed a near-silent laugh. “Why did you try to stop them from accessing Ko Sai’s files?” 

“She built a self-destruct trigger into them.” You were satisfied by the look of surprise on Alpha’s face. “Trying an incorrect password destroys all files on the system, and every remote copy that got saved. They didn’t realize their passwords had been locked down while the Kaminoans investigate their internal information.”

“And what was in the records?” he asked, guiding you around a corner with a hand against your back. You drank in the touch like it could sustain you. 

“Genetic information,” you answered. “I was reading it before I left my office. It was all about the way the Kaminoans had altered the Fett gene to create the ideal clone trooper personality. Ko Sai’s words, of course.”

Alpha grunted at that, but didn’t give any other response. 

“Do you think they’ll come back?” you asked after a few moments of silence. 

Alpha glanced sidelong at you. “Not if they know what’s good for them. But that’s why we’re going to your quarters. Better security.” 

You nodded. The two of you were close enough to your room that you didn’t feel the need to make any more conversation. As you entered the code to get into your room, you glanced back at Alpha. He was facing the hallway you had just come from, clearly keeping watch against anyone who might have followed you.

“I just need to brush my teeth, then the ‘fresher is all yours,” you said softly. 

Alpha grunted again, stepping through the door behind you. He worked on the interior panel, setting up additional security measures. There was no such thing as a slice-proof door panel, but those measures would give you some extra time if someone started working to get inside.

You left him to it, brushing your teeth and changing into pajamas before you left the refresher. Alpha had already removed his armor and dimmed the lights, sitting in just his body glove as he waited for the refresher. His leg jiggled with tension. 

As you stepped past each other, Alpha’s fingers rose to stroke down your forearm in a single gentle touch. Then he was inside the refresher and the shower water turned on as you listened. 

You had every intention of being awake when Alpha came back out, but you must have drifted off. The next thing you knew, the bed dipped as Alpha got under the covers behind you. His arm snaked around your torso, pulling you tight against him. You smiled, snuggling a little closer, but frowned. 

Alpha was trembling. 

There was a fine tremor running through his entire body, only perceptible now that you were close enough to feel it. His breathing was slightly irregular, easy enough to note now that you were looking out for it. 

Turning around in his arms wasn’t easy, especially when Alpha’s grip was so tight. But you managed, gently cupping his jaw when you were facing him. It was too dark to see, but the tightness of his jaw muscles under your palm was enough to know what he was feeling. 

“Alpha?” you asked softly. “Are you okay?” 

His breath left him in a shuddering exhale. “Almost lost you, neverd’ika.” 

“Never,” you assured him. “I would have found a way to get free. I wouldn’t leave you like that.” 

He laughed slightly. “You make it sound like a choice.”

“No choice at all,” you countered. “If my choices are between staying with you and letting someone take me away like that… I would have fought like hell.” 

Alpha was quiet, but you could feel the way his lips parted and closed over and over until he decided what he wanted to say. “The fact that you don’t seem concerned is enough to make me worry. Fear isn’t good, but it can keep you alive.” 

“You think I wasn’t scared?” you asked, letting your disbelief come through in your voice. “Alpha, I was terrified. Trem has been a great teacher, but I don’t think there’s much I could have done against six troopers. I think I’m in a bit of shock. When it all hits me, I’ll be a mess for a while.”

“I’ll take care of you if that happens.” 

Alpha’s vow made you smile. “I’ll gladly take you up on that. As long as you let me take care of you now.” 

He inched forward, searching blindly in the darkness until your lips met in a careful kiss. “I have a few ideas about what we could do.”

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Author's Note - There will be a spicy mini chapter to follow this one. Nothing vital to the plot happens in it - you will not miss anything if you choose not to read it. It will be posted on my NSFW alt account. If you don't know where that is, send me a message and I'll give you the username as long as you have 18+ in your bio. If you're under 18 and find it of your own accord, you're claiming to be mature enough to read adult content.

For those who have not read the Republic Commando series, the Null ARCs and Kal Skirata are fascinating characters! You're seeing them at their most ruthless here, but they have a lot of depth. They're on Kamino to complete their own mission, which can make them come off as antagonists, but life is rarely that simple.

My loose plan is to post one chapter every month, but the spicy chapters don't count toward that number. So I'll see you in a week or two for some 'quality time' with Alpha, and next month to see what happens after this!

I'm so glad to be back! Thank you to everyone who waited so patiently or sent words of encouragement. <3 For anyone new to this story, that long of a hiatus is not typical for me. I don't anticipate it happening again.

[mikobeautifulheart]

Older brothers best friend trope with megumi where reader is yujis sister?

-🐌

Nooooo but that's such a good ideaaaaaa 🐌.

Yuji's little sister

Megumi meets the fist biggest start in the solar system. He really isn't sure how but you just keep shining to him. Btw its unedited.

Yuji walked into Jujutsu high, but this time there was someone almost hidden by his entire frame. Nobody really noticed until he came across Megumi.

"Hey Megumi" Yuji said with his usual smile and wave.

"Hey Yuji. Is there someone behind you?" he asked leaning to the side to see you meet his eyes and immediately look away.

"Oh yeah, that's my little sister, Y/N." He said moving aside making you give Megumi a small wave.

Unlike me she has a cursed technique but we didn't fully get it until Gojo showed up" Yuji said.

Megumi looked at you up and down, you and Yuji didn't really look related except for the pink hair you both had, and if personality was genetic that too.

"Nice to meet you." You say noticing Megumi staring at you.

"Like wise" He responded.

"Do you know if we have any missions today?" Yuji interrupted Megumi's thoughts as he mindlessly stared at you.

"Uh...maybe" he mumbled still dazed.

He didn't understand exactly what was happening but all he knew was that you were captivating.

Yuji slid the door open and greeted Nobora, introducing you while he was at it. You must have senses him looking at you because you glanced at your side seeing Megumi staring at you from the door way and immediately turning away.

"Hey, don't let Fushiguro weird you out. He's a little anti-social and blunt. That's just his nature, he probably thinks he's being friendly toward you." Nobora said patting your back as you turned to where Megumi once was.

"Oh, I see." You say turning back to the conversation before Gojo entered, Megumi in toe.

"Class i'm sure you met Y/N. Yes she is a year younger but because we don't have a class for her year she'll be joining yours." Gojo said over the moon.

"Nice to work with you this year" you said bowing slightly as a sign of respect.

"No need to be so formal Y/N, i'm sure they don't mind, RIGHT MEGUMI"

"whatever" he mumbled, his ears red.

He figured Gojo caught on to his strange fascination for you. Is there anything those six eyes wont see?

"You can take your seat next to Megumi." Gojo said as he got onto explaining the missions for the week.

"Hey Megumi, look after Y/N on your missions together, I get she's capable but she hides alot of things like injuries" Yuji said when you were to busy talking to Nobora about the last mission.

"Okay..." He said looking at you and nodding at Yuji's request.

The first mission of the day was as a group, but as the week dragged on you saw less and less of Yuji as he worked at other sites with Nobora and Nanami.

You were just as busy but you never really got paired with anyone besides Megumi. Not as if you were complaining. He didn't talk to much but he cared. On missions he would always put himself infront of you incase of a curse and he would always watch you carefully during fights. You thought you could get away with the minor scratch on your arm but as soon as you exorcise the cure Megumi is inspecting the cut going to disinfect it and wrap it up.

He always looked after you, made sure you were safe. Until you weren't.

"MEGUMI MOVE" You said pushing him to the side with your own body taking a vicious blow from a curse.

"Y/N!" Megumi yelled swiftly exorcising the curse and picking your unconscious body up from the ground.

Your breaths were shallow but it might have just been you getting winded, he still had time to get you out of there and to Shoko for further care.

With you in his arms he ran out the building and laied you in the back seat of the car telling Itchi to drive quickly to Shoko. You guys got there but your chest slowly lowered and struggled to rise.

"Y/N hold on okay, were so close and your so strong, I'm sorry and you do so much for me but please just do this for me, just live!" He said holding onto your hand.

You gently squeezed it before your arm went limp.

Shoko had you in her office working to keep you alive, the curse had gotten into your body, shutting it down from the inside.

Both Yuji and Megumi sat out side the office, heads hung low and anxiety over taking them.

Finally after an hour Shoko came out, you trailing behind with a bandage around your arm, still smiling that signature Itadori smile.

"Y/N-" Yuji said getting up and wrapping his arms around you

"I'm okay now Yuji" you said patting him on the back and looking over his shoulder to look at Megumi who was standing up and again just looking at you.

"I'm sorry Y/N I have to go on another mission right now, I would stay but I can't-"

"Its okay Yuji, I'm fine anyway, stay safe." You said before wavering him off down the hallway.

Shoko left back into her office and Megumi looked at you.

"Where you heading?" He finally broke the silence.

"I think I'll go back to class, pick up my bag" You said starting to walk along side Megumi.

You both stood in the class room awkwardly as you realised Yuji must have taken your bag back to your dorm already. You could have turned and left but you felt this weird hot feeling rise in your chest.

"What's on your mind." Megumi said looking down seeing you all nervous.

"Do you maybe want to...go out?" You asked playing with your fingers.

Megumi was taken aback. Its all he ever wanted but it was to good to be true.

Maybe you had some drugs while getting stitched up from Shoko and they hadn't worn off yet, becuase this couldn't be anything but a dream.

"I-I don't think we should, I put you in danger and you nearly died. Plus your my friends little sister and thats-"

"Are you serious? Megumi, it was my choice to get injured not yours, you keep putting yourself on the line for me but when I do it for you it's bad?" You said in frustration

"What about me? Who I am, not who i'm related to, can't you see me as a person?" you continued as Megumi awkwardly looked away.

"Megumi if you don't want to date me just say so but don't use my brother as an excuse." You said with a mix of sadness and disappointment.

You opended the door and were about to walk out when you heard a small breath of hesitance.

"Wait- Y/N" He said looking right at the back of you.

You hesitantly turned around almost on the brink of tears as you felt something warm touch our lips. You melted in Megumi's larger figure as he held you closer as if you would disappear forever.

"I do see you as your own person Y/N, I know you hate it when I try to protect you but I hate seeing you hurt, so much that i'd rather die and i'll keep protecting you until I do die."

"Don't die Megumi, I love you to much"

He moved closer to your lips before capturing them again.

The question was who was going to tell Yuji?

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: SORRY I TOOK SO LONG I've been bombarded with stuff and started reading some books and rushed dead lines- I'm so sorry but after next week I'm going to be posting a fic almost every day (Hopefully) Have a good when ever my glorious 🐌 anon. and uh reblogs r cool ig, if you were wondering.

[angelyuji]

professor miguel o'hara headcanons :)

miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader

+ yandere headcanons!!!!

professor miguel o’hara would be so OFUAN:EOAFIDNWFBOWE”NJP sorry im just feral for him

professor o’hara would actually be the worst professor to get tbh like he’s a strict grader, he’s super anal about late turn-ins, all that jazz. like he’s got a shit ratemyprofessor rating… he’s the worst. he’s not the type to insult you or make you feel like shit for getting questions wrong or failing an exam HOWEVER he does say that if you fail an exam, just drop out cuz you’re not passing yeahhh he sucks lol

also he has a p.h.d in genetics and genomic sciences (totally didn’t just search up what the major is called and pasted it on here… definitely not) so he’s a huge stickler on being called doctor o’hara

however, when you mess up and say professor, he doesn’t seem to mind it all that much

professor o’hara who obviously has favorites (based on who participates more/does the best on exams)

Miguel would send students that come to him for help to students that do really well in the class (he does not care to reteach or help with essays) “you should’ve paid attention when i was explaining. im sure one of your classmates like (y/n) can help.”

motorcycle professor, office hours are always open for questions or concerns, he’s honestly chill just super strict and mean-looking

however no matter what, every single bitch has a crush on him… have you SEEEEEN him. yall know that scene in criminal minds when spencer reid is teaching a class and basically the entire class was auditing the class becuz he’s hot… yeah that except miguel o’hara is a lot meaner about chasing those people out.

yandere :0

:IBFP(I)IU*Y&^&TFRTCVGBHIK\

sorry

lemme set the scene, ur one of the smartest of your class, you’re his favorite student like ur pretty, smart, and kind to your classmate and honestly…. he was downright obsessed like mf knows ur entire class schedule, he knows ur address ur number ur email. e v e r y t h i n g

ur kindness to your classmates is gonna be ur downfall, someone (who is known to be a cheater) is gonna go to him asking for help on a project. miguel is gonna be like “lol im not helping u but yk who will? (y/n).” miguel knows that your classmate is gonna cheat, but that’s a part of the plan

they go up to you, ask to see ur project and when ur not looking, take pictures of ur research and everything. you won’t know a thing becuz ur a nice friend :)

you’ll just turn in ur stuff and chill. the next class after the due date, professor o’hara asks you to stay after class.

“(y/n), it looks like you and another classmate have almost exact project.” miguel turns his screen towards you, showing your project and your classmates

“what? dr. o’hara, i don’t know what’s going on, but i promise you, i didn’t cheat off of anyone.” you beg.

“i’m sure that we can get to the bottom of this, (y/n)…” miguel pretends to think for a second. “how about this, come to my office around 6. i think i’ll be done with classes for the day. we’ll have a chat.” he stands, rearranging his papers.

“of course. i’ll be there!” you thank him and rush out to meet your friends, holding back tears.

i mean, of course you’ll go to see your professor. you’ve been accused of plagiarism and that shit can get you expelled.

you knock on the door. “dr. o’hara?”

“come in.” you walk in, anxious to get the situation resolved. you see your professor sitting at his desk, but you don’t see your classmate.

“i thought the other person would here too…” you feel a weird sense of dread fill in your stomach.

“ms. (l/n), i don’t think we need them here for this discussion.” he motions for you to sit down at the chair. “plagiarism is a very serious offence.”

“professor, you can’t seriously believe that i copied off of them!” you’ve got the best grades in the class, you feel flabbergasted.

“ms. (l/n)!” he frowns.

you lower your head, ashamed, “i’m sorry, it’s just. they came up to me, asking for help…”

“i understand, (y/n), but do you have any physical proof of that?” you stay silent. “i can… find a way to help you, but… you’re gonna have to do something for me, (y/n).” miguel leans in and you feel that dread in your stomach worsen, but you have no other choice.

“of course, professor! anything!”

eDTRUTYGYH*(J)(_)_JIHUUGYFR^%&T*Y(UOIJL

he’s gonna take advantage of your situation. at first, it’ll be like secret dates, small (expensive) gifts at your door, then it moves up.

soon, he’s making you come to his home, making you stay overnight….

it was raining when you had went over and the rain was getting worse. his house was in the middle of a neighborhood in the woods, everything about this situation was grossing you out. “dr. o’hara, i don’t-” you, hesitantly, walk through the doors into his home.

“miguel. i’ve told you, (y/n). you should call me miguel when we’re alone.” he smiles at you and locks the door behind you.

“right… miguel, i don’t think that this is appropriate.” you look around his home. it was quaint, clean… almost like it wasn’t even lived in. you would’ve thought it was a random rental if it wasn’t for his diplomas framed on the wall.

“(y/n), do i need to remind you of our deal?” he looks at you, and for the first time since this situation started, you felt afraid. miguel disappears into the kitchen and you decide to step back closer to the front door, itching to run. “(y/n),” he pops his head out and smiles, “take a seat at the dining table.” you see fangs in his mouth and your fear grows.

dinner goes by uneventfully, but you feel uneasy as miguel chats it up with you. he had been too… nonchalant about the arrangement, but this was a new development. he wouldn’t ask you questions about yourself, but he somehow knew everything about you. it creeped you out. “if dinner is over, i should go home.” you stand, pushing back your chair.

he grabs your hand, “there’s no need to rush, (y/n)… unless,” he lets go and leans back in his chair, thinking. you freeze. “if you want to leave, i can always go to the board and tell them about your essay.” miguel shrugs and gets up.

“no! no… i’m sorry, doctor- sorry, miguel, i’m not leaving.” you sit back down.

miguel laughs, straightening, “you’re so cute, sweetheart. i’ll go get dessert.” he steps back into the kitchen. you grab your phone and text your roommate asking for help, but they don’t respond. miguel walks out with two plates of cheesecake. he continues to talk to you, asking about your classes for next semester. you gingerly answer his questions and eat, eager to finish and go home. you look behind miguel’s head and notice that the rain had gotten worse. if you didn’t leave now, you’d get stuck here.

“i should get going then.” you carefully place the fork down. “the rain is getting pretty bad.” miguel turns to look and you check your phone. still no response. miguel hums as the rain pelts the ground. he looks back at you.

“any minute now.” he doesn’t say anything else.

“ha, yeah. it’ll get worse any minute now.” you repeat and stand up. all of a sudden, your head spins. you stumble and grab your chair. immediately miguel is at your side, helping you steady. your head won’t stop spinning and you hear your words slurring, “fuck, i don’t feel good.” miguel picks you up with ease, holding you bridal-style. “put me down, please, miguel. i need to go home.” you feel yourself lose consciousness and lay your head against miguel’s chest, too tired and dizzy to fight.

“everything is okay, (y/n). all you need is me.”  the last thing you feel as miguel whispers in your ear, is a kiss against your forehead.

[wantonlywindswept]

CC Aurek Batch + 1

wanted to write some command batch shenanigans with a side of Just Slightly Weird. are they force-users? fae? eldritch creatures? i have no idea!

obligatory mandoa meanings, tho I use them as names so it doesn’t really matter, and it’s clarified who is who later on:

Mirdala: clever, smart

Edee: jaws, teeth

Kote: glory

Buirkan: responsibility

Gettse: courage, nerve

---

"Why is it," Alpha-17 sighed, "That whenever stupid shit happens, it's always you five?"

Every member of CC Batch Aurek blinked at him in unison, wearing the same identical expressions of innocence.

Creepy.

"Sorry, sir," Mirdala lied, like the little liar that he was. 

"Didn't mean to cause problems, sir," Edee also lied.

Kote opened his mouth but Alpha held up a hand, stopping him from speaking. Kote was a terrible liar. It was embarrassing. Alpha had completely failed in teaching that one any kind of subtlety, and did not need a reminder of the reason for Fordo's constant mockery.

"Alright," he said, "Show me the poor cadet you kidnapped."

"I wasn't kidnapped," a young, mulish voice said from behind the perfectly-arrayed line of teenage CCs. "I came on purpose."

"Yes, I'm sure they gave you the option of refusing," Alpha drawled. He glanced pointedly toward Buirkan, who at least had the decency to look somewhat guilty about it. "Go on, move."

The quintet shuffled uncertainly, holding out just a little longer before finally parting to reveal the cadet tucked behind Kote and Gettse, gently pushing him forward. Alpha'd had his suspicions about why Aurek decided to openly lay claim on a CT, and the blond roots in the kid's hair certainly explained some of it.

"CT-7567, sir," the cadet said, snapping to attention. His salute was a little shaky, but Alpha didn't often interact with the CTs, and the rumors of him being an asshole were--well, true, but at least a little overblown.

When the cadet stopped there, offering nothing else, Alpha turned his attention to Aurek with a pointed, judgemental frown.

Kote stepped forward and wrapped an arm around the kid's shoulders.

"His name is Rex," Kote said proudly, with the smugness of someone who'd clearly won naming rights, going by the disgruntled looks from his batchers. 

"He's one of Us," Edee added, belligerent, as if that was enough to excuse the five of them causing chaos and abducting a CT from the cadet barracks in broad fucking daylight. But Alpha heard the emphasis, and--

Well. That was enough.

The thing that not a lot of people knew--or if they did, they shut their damned mouths about it--was that the very first batch of CC-class clones decanted came out...odd.

'Unsettling,' had been the word Mij Gilamar used, said without rancor, unlike the reactions from some of the other trainers. 'Unnatural,' was what Walon Vau called them. Isabelle Reau said that they were 'horrible little abominations', and while Alpha cared exactly fuck-all about what Reau and Priest had to say, he still made sure that Aurek never ended up near their illicit battle circles. 

Jango Fett had watched them for a single training session, face growing steadily darker as they demolished the shooting range, and then he'd turned heel and left without a word. 

Alpha was pretty sure that was just because they were already close to beating his scores. Sucks to suck, Prime.

There was nothing psychologically, physically, or genetically wrong about Aurek--that the Kaminoans could prove, anyway--and all five were clearly on track to be high-ranked soldiers whenever the war finally started. 

But they were, admittedly, really fucking weird sometimes.

"That true?" Alpha asked the cadet. "You're one of them?"

Now that he looked, he could see the similarities between Rex and the rest of Aurek: the little CT was already synced with them, breathing and blinking in time. His eyes bore the same unnatural intensity, and Alpha wondered if he would also be able to locate the others no matter how far away they were.

Rex nodded, a pleased smile breaking across his face. It didn't seem like he smiled that often.

"Yeah!" he said enthusiastically. "I'm one of them, and they're one of me, and we're all gonna be together now."

Rex looked up at Kote, who smiled besottedly down at him.

"This is Cody!" he said. 

"And this is Gree," he said, patting Gettse's arm.

"That's Bly," he said, nodding toward Buirkan.

"And those're Fox and Wolffe," he said, pointing at Mirdala and Edee.

Alpha took in the newly-named Aurek batch with raised eyebrows. They couldn't quite mask their happiness at the new monikers, and Bly stepped forward, meeting Alpha's gaze.

"We will always treasure the names you gave us," he said earnestly, as if Alpha was some tubie in need of reassurance, "But we gave him his name, and he wanted to give us something back."

It wasn't as if the clones had possessions, after all, and names were one of the few things that the Kaminoans couldn't take away. 

Alpha scoffed and cuffed Bly in the side of the head.

"I'm not offended, you little brat," he said, "And I'll still call you what I damn well want."

Bly just beamed at him, pleased, and Alpha rolled his eyes. He pushed Bly back into the circle of his batchers and their new plus-one, and if there was any kind of gentleness in his touch, he would deny it until he died.

"Meet up for training tomorrow at the usual time," he ordered, "And bring the kid with you."

Grins all around. 

"Sir, yes sir!"

[monaisme]

Sicktember: Day 1

#1- “I’m not hungover. I’m just sick.” (Or vice versa)

“Mr. Parker,” Dr. Zhang intoned as Peter tried- and failed- to sneak into his class four minutes past its 8:30am start time. The man had obviously taken in Peter’s haggard appearance, because he continued, “While I can appreciate that this is relatively early for a Monday morning class, and we are approaching the end of term, can you please explain to me why you think it is appropriate to slink into my class hungover?”

Peter tried to process exactly what he’d meant, then hiked his backpack over his aching shoulders, wishing he was back at the apartment rather than here. “I’m sorry, sir?” He was confused. “I don’t understand.”

“That is precisely my point.” Apparently Dr. Zhang had reached an end, “How do you, or any of you, for that matter,” The professor waggled a finger at everyone one of the other students in the lecture hall, “expect to succeed in Principles and Applications of Genetic Engineering for Biotechnology and Neuroscience if you continue to not take it and its requirements seriously?!”

“But—” Peter tried to stop him... to explain, but the man was on a roll.

“Yes, the parties and socializing are enjoyable—even I remember what it was like to be young and stupid!—But now is the time to decide how seriously you are going to take your education!” He pointed to his syllabus, framed and hung on the wall beside the smart board. “You must commit! Exams are only weeks away. Can any one of you honestly say that you’re fully prepared?”    

The students stayed silent as they watched their professor’s face grow more and more red, all of them refusing to become a part of the unscripted drama.

“Very well, then. What about you, Mr. Parker?” He turned his frustration back to its original target. “In your current state, do you think you’d be ready to pass this class if I handed you your final exam right now?”

Professor Zhang finally stopped for a breath.

Peter cleared away the tickle in his throat. “Uh, sir?” he felt that he’d caught up enough to what he’d been raving about to finally get a word in, “I’m not hungover. I’m just sick.”

Even feeling as fuzzy-headed as Peter was, he could see the righteous indignation evaporate and the embarrassment creep in as Dr. Zhang deflated and he realized his error. He heaved an audible sigh, pinched the bridge of his nose, and dropped his head, “Very well. Grab a mask from my desk and take your seat, Mr. Parker... and please make a greater effort to arrive on time for class going forward.”

Peter ignored the whispers coming from the rest of the students. He simply mumbled a, “yessir,” and shuffled to the man’s desk to pluck a mask from the box sat on its corner, put it on, and then finally made his way to the empty seat that was furthest away from the rest of his classmates.

This was going to be a long day.

/-/-/

It was as Peter was packing up his notes and textbook at the end of his third class of the day that he realized that he’d hit a wall and needed to be done. His throat was aching, his head was pounding, and he was fairly certain he was developing a fever, which was strange because when that usually happened, it was almost a guarantee that—

‘Thunderstruck’ blared from the phone Peter was positive he’d silenced before his first class had finally started for the day, but it didn’t even matter. What Tony wanted, Tony got, and Tony wanted to talk to Peter. He sagged in defeat, sighed, and pulled his phone from his pocket, propping it awkwardly against his shoulder as he accepted the call. “Hey, Tony,” he rasped.

“Yikes! You’ll have to forgive me for what I’m about to say, but I was just talking to Morgan and you know that once the ‘dad vibe’ starts flowin, it’s all but over, so.” Tony paused, then, “In light of how amazing you sound, the rock factory called and they want their gravel back.” Tony teased lightheartedly, then sobered. “And now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I’m guessing you’ve noticed your biometrics are a little wonky, huh? And I’m hoping that means that I don’t have to fight to convince you to call it a day?”

“Oh, no convincing necessary.” Peter ground out painfully as he zipped up his backpack, and shifted the phone from his shoulder to his hand as he exited the room and ducked into an out of the way nook. “I noticed, and yeah, I think I’m gonna head back to the apartment. I’ve just gotta catch the TA for my next class to get the reading assignment before I go home and hunker down with this thing.”

Tony didn’t say anything for a moment, but Peter could hear the sound of traffic in the background and realized that the man was driving, “While that sounds like a solid start to your plan, kid, can I make it better for you? Perhaps by offering you a car ride home?”

Peter tried to chuckle, whimpered at the pain in his throat instead, and soldiered on with the conversation, “I’m not sure if you’re aware, Tony, but MIT is not exactly in Manhattan. Do we need to do the whole google maps thing for you?”

“Hilarious, kid, don’t even joke about google—you know that Stark Industries offers the superior product.”

“I do,” Peter nodded, even though Tony couldn’t see. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re not exactly in my neighbourhood.”

“But what if I told you I was in town for the next couple of days for meetings and I’d planned on surprising my favourite spider-baby today with a big ol’ midday hug and lunch at my favourite diner before he’d gotten all diseased and festering?”

“Now who’s being funny?” Yeah, the drive and the hug sounded amazing, but idea of eating was about as appealing as the idea of lingering in the overcrowded hallway any longer than he had to, so he ignored that altogether, “But, uh, are you sure about the ride to the apartment?” Peter had to ask. “I’d hate it if you got sick because of me...”

“Pfft. Kid, if I can survive Morgan’s preschool and kindergarten years, I think I can manage driving you home and getting you sorted for the rest of the day—or at least until one of your buddies gets home to tag in— or kicks me out, if it’s MJ, whichever comes first.”

The idea had Peter almost weeping with relief. “That sounds great,” Newly motivated, Peter made his way toward the building exit, “Where do you want me to meet you after I find my TA?”

Tony went quiet again, then, “I’ll be on Amherst in about twenty minutes. Does that give you enough time to get things done?”

Peter calculated how long he’d need to find Anne in the next building over and to get what he’d need for what he guessed was going to be the next few days. It would be cutting it close, but Tony knew the area and could loop back if worse came to worst, “Yeah, I think I can do it.” He stepped out into the cold early December air. “I’ll see you soon.”

/-/-/

“Yeesh! Kid! What the heck are you doing?!” Tony called out as a still face-masked Peter jumped into the front seat of the car. “Your aunt would murder you dead if she saw you without a coat!”

Peter didn’t reply, only tossed his backpack onto the floor, pulled up his hoodie hood and tighten the strings as he shivered. “I am young and I am invincible.”

Tony put a hand to the part of Peter’s forehead not covered up and winced in sympathy, “I think the word you’re actually looking for is ‘idiotic.’”

Peter hugged himself for warmth. “Shh. Be nice to me. I’m sick,” he insisted as he tried to get comfortable.

“I’m not sure how much ‘nicer’ I can get?” Tony pulled away from the curb, ignoring the honks of the cars behind him and wound his way through traffic. He looked over to his son-in-all-but-blood. “Though I do feel obligated to say that I’m not sure I can make the fact that you look like death warmed over sound any nicer either?” He pressed the button to turn on Peter’s seat warmer and adjusted the vent to help the kid out.

Peter glared. “Ugh. Don’t even. I mean- I knew something was coming on this morning, but I can usually fight it off pretty quick.”

“Maybe it’s something going around campus?” Tony asked.

“Not that I can tell- classes are still full enough.” Peter shook his head as he answered, then stopped. “I wonder if—” While it shouldn’t have been possible, Peter paled even further. “Aww, man. I wonder if I caught something from that guy I had to perform CPR on when we were all home for Thanksgiving?”

“Oof. It could explain things.” Tony thought for a second, “You’d think we’d have found a way to work around the whole mask thing by now, though, huh? But no! That’s not a now problem,” he shook off the distraction. “Did you want me to follow up and see if I can access his medical records from after he was admitted to hospital? See what the deal was?”

“Yeah,” Peter relaxed and melted into his now warmed seat. “At least I won’t need to worry that I’ve caught the plague or something.”  

“Anything for you, kid—FRIDAY? Can you jump on that?”

“Of course, Boss,” the AI echoed through the car, “Though it would seem New York Department of Health is currently reconfiguring some systems and have implemented additional security features. There will be delay while I navigate—with apologies.”

“All good,” Tony replied, then glanced over, “So did you still want to head to the apartment or should we head to the tower and get you checked out by your favourite doctor? Especially if you’re worried about it.”

Peter glared back, “Don’t promise to take me to my own bed and then try to take it back, mister.”

Tony only caught a glimpse of his death stare, but chuckled nonetheless. “Alright then, no need to tell me twice, but if it gets any worse...”

“I’ll say something, Tony. I promise.”

Satisfied, Tony nodded, and the car grew quiet, staying that way until Peter’s apartment block came into view.

“Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.” Tony sang to himself as he pulled into one of the visitor parking spots. “Okay, Pete,” he unbuckled his seat belt then shifted to face a very dozy Peter. “Let’s get you upstairs. You can take a quick shower, and while you do that, I’ll set up the couch for a movie marathon to end all movie marathons and double check the grocery situation just in case you need any soup or the like. Sound good?”

Peter barely shrugged. “Sure,” he mumbled then unbuckled his own seatbelt with some effort.

“Perfect!” Tony exited the car with a spring in his step, “Let’s get this party started.” He walked around to the passenger side door and took the backpack from a struggling Peter. “And if I forget to say this later,” Tony wrapped a supportive arm around Peter’s shoulder and guided him to the apartment entrance, “Thank you so much for getting sick today. Pepper had me attending a meeting with Accounting, if you can believe it!”

Peter snorted, “I’m glad I could be of some use to you.” He winced as he spoke.

“Zoinks, kid! I wasn’t sure it could happen, but I think you’re sounding worse! Let’s get you upstairs.”  

“Agreed,” Peter whispered, not even trying to pretend.

“And no texting anyone that I’m taking care of you, either.” Tony demanded as they arrived at the elevator, “They’ll skip class and come rushing to your aid like the Scooby gang that you all are—don’t tell MJ I said that.” The elevator door opened and they stepped in, Tony pressing the button for the sixth floor. “All joking aside, now that you’re all grown up, I don’t get to take care of my first kid all that often and, you know—”

Peter sighed. “I know... Pepper will send reinforcements and make you go back to your meetings?”

Tony chuckled, “And Pepper will absolutely make me head back to my meetings.”

@sicktember

[theunaestheticstudyblr]

hi, I’m a Junior in high school, and I’m taking generals chem and chem lab through the local university. I skipped normal chemistry (mostly out of spite because the normal chem teacher is a butt) and self studied over the summer to prepare for the class.

so anyways I bombed the first test and got less than 50%. I have aced all of the homework, which albeit was a lot more difficult than the actual test, which was mostly easy concepts and things to remeber, while the hw was 50 comunulative word problems that included multiple properties from throughout the chapter. I should’ve gotten a good grade. I have kept up with all the other students who took normal chemistry last year, taken thorough notes on each chapter (4 per test), and watched videos and done all the chapter problems to check my understanding. I even created a study guide because our teacher doesn’t give one out!!!!!

But I just kept making dumb, stupid mistakes the entire test. Forgetting to square, dividing by avogadros number instead of multiplying, forgetting the amount of sig figs to estimate. I understand the concepts, but I just flub on the tests. How can I make sure I don’t repeat this?

TLDR: how do I not make stupid small mistakes on my general chemistry tests?

sorry about this long essay, I can’t really go to my parents or my professor about this, if this isn’t the type of thing you answer then don’t worry about it!

Hey love! I'm glad you're putting in the effort and I know it's so so frustrating. I definitely have experience with this and here's my advice:

Write down sig fig at the top/bottom of your test on each page. This helped me remember to count my sig figs. I had a super unforgiving teacher for Gen Chem who counted off even if you rounded wrong so this was big for me.

As far as messing up when to multiply or when to divide, there's a simple approach. Write down your first value that you're trying to convert. Then a multiplication sign and a line. Below the line, write a conversion value with the same units and above the line write the conversion to a new unit and continue until you get your desired units. I've added photos here to illustrate since it's hard to explain with just words (it is a genetic example but the process is the same). Then you multiply everything on top and everything on bottom and then divide top by bottom. Feel free to pm me if you need more explanation

A big thing too with constantly making small mistakes is that it's a sign that you're stressed and not thinking clearly. You are smarter than you know and you know more than you think you do. Maybe start a pre-test ritual to get your mind calm and clear and learn to slow down during the test.

It's super easy to get caught up in the stress and rush of a test, but learning to slow down and not be so focused on finishing in a small time can help so much. I chew gum a lot during tests to help give my mind a distraction and an outlet. I knew people who would close their eyes and count down from 10 with their breathing to slow themselves down too.

Overall, one failed test isn't the end of the world and obviously is not a testament to your knowledge or skills. If you need more advice or more specific advice, my pms are always open!

Good luck and hope this helps!!!!

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 379: The Tale of Queen Angie, p8

Alright, so you need me to explain? Okay, though you should have figured it all out anyway by this point, if you’ve been reading this crap, this is what I know. I’ll tell you if you need. I know not all of you weirdos pay attention.

Me? I pay attention, for sure. I listen, I ask around, I snoop. I’m able to see some of his emails. I know Melissa’s some sort of freak, that she gets studied by scientists at the drug company. I mean, I kinda knew it even back in high school. Things are way too easy for her. She changes, like physically, to get what she wants. Not just “go to the gym and get hot” kinda changes. She fucking evolves. Have a teacher that likes long legs, you need to pass American History? If you’re Melissa Monroe, a junior at Middlesex High, your legs get longer. Does your supervisor like big butts? Boom. Asszilla. Really helped at that dealership she worked at. And here, with this cretin of a doctor who wants to - what? - be a fucking worm like all you other guys these days and burrow into our fucking under-tits? She’s not just growing into some sort of Dolly Parton meets Pam Anderson the 4000cc porn star She-Hulk the Amazon Queen Kong, SHE’S MAKING HIM FUCKING SHRINK. And I think - no, I know - that it has to do with these chemicals coming off of her. They’re doing something to him, and they’re changing everyone else, all these other bimbos, too. They’re making them taller and stronger and bustier and some of them are getting fucking superpowers.

BUT WHY NOT ME?!?!!!?

I’m fucking pissed. I mean, I took this job in the first place because I wanted in. This stupid old-person medical practice is, like, ground zero for some of the shit going down. No one really tells us these things but I just know it.

This “Product” that they’re ‘studying’? ‘Testing’? What a joke. They know what it does, they’re just jumping through hoops that they could break into pieces, if they really wanted. This stuff they’re injecting is making all these study subjects into little fucking Melissas!! I’ve seen it, I’ve read some of the papers and documents that come through that are supposed to be classified or whatever. Shit that, for some reason, people like Morgan and Kathy have access to but he doesn’t?? And he’s the ‘principal investigator’? Red flag much?

I mean, I’m not a scientist but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that they’ve concocted some treatment from whatever it is that naturally makes Melissa a freak of nature and they’re trying to spread it around. So they can have a whole, what?, echelon of women that can breastfeed a small village or break spines with their bare hands?

Is “echelon” too big a word for you? Sorry. Yeah, the way I see it, Evolution Pharmaceuticals - or, probably rather, this big shadowy network of companies they’re calling 'The Collective'  is trying to create a bunch of these ‘Queen Bees’ from hand-picked women, each with their own little ‘hive’, like the thing Melissa has here with the girls (THAT I’M BEING EXCLUDED FROM). They want to make some sort of ruling class maybe, using like Melissa’s genetics or something. Is that it? Well, whatever the fuck it is I refuse to be left behind. I came here wanting to be part of this shit, but now I know too much. In fact. I don’t want to be a fucking worker bee anymore, even if it does mean growing six inches taller and knockers the size of zeppelins. I want to be a fucking Queen. The fucking Queen.

But nobody will talk to me. My calls to Evolution go unreturned. I’ve tried to weasel into, or at least listen in on, some of the meetings between these ones that I think are “agents” here - Morgan, Kathy, Karen (if that’s her real name), some of the others - but these chicks are pretty careful. My next thought is approaching the intern - Sammi. I think she knows more than she lets on, and is into something weird with the tall redhead Bianca and the big-boned one. Emily, yeah that’s her name. Even this new manager lady Olivia - the friend of his wife’s that’s never around - something’s up with her.

What else do you want to know? Oh yeah, about the prion? Didn’t think I knew about that, did you? I didn’t even know what a g-d prion was until I started reading some of the communications back and forth between these agent-girls here and Evolution. They didn’t explain too much themselves, but I did  some of my own snooping. It's been around for a while - I'm not sure how long, a few years, at least - and it changes people somehow. Not necessarily physically, but maybe it's what started everything on this…whatever. Path, trajectory that society’s taking.Like, ten years ago there’s no way most girls would have wanted to be taller than their boyfriends. Back when I was in high school guys always tended to be kinda in charge. But maybe it was around then that things started to change?

Anyway, for now, I have more important things to worry about. Like, I have his suit. Yeah, someone had bought it for him, brought it to the tailor to size it down for this photoshoot thing (he'd shrunk again since they measured him for the suit). They’re doing this press event crap over the weekend, and though it sounds like he’s more an afterthought at this point, they want him to at least look put-together. The news station was sending people over today to get some footage, take some pictures for a news piece they’re doing to cover the grand opening of the new wings, which - technically- wasn't until Monday but there’s like this little ceremony or whatever, some party with the new staff this Friday. So, yeah, I thought, if I hijacked his suit, I could get in on some more of the action.

“Heyyy! You’re awake!” I sang, busting into his office that morning with my friendliest, most bubbly office-girl voice. I wanted to make him comfortable, and I knew he’d basically been avoiding me since the party downtown where I’d come on maybe a little too strong for him to handle. So yeah I can play the bimbo when I need to. “So…I have your suit, and we need to get you dressed. It’s almost eleven and your photoshoot’s in a half hour!”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he answered, looking up from whatever he’d been doing on his computer. He didn’t look well, kinda squirrely. Immediately he started nervously smushing down the bed-head of hair that he was sporting. “And, uh, good morning Angie,” he finally said. 

“Good morning to you!” I sang back. Of course I noticed the cot in the corner with the rumpled sheets. The girls had snuck him some of Katarina’s breastmilk yesterday, I heard, and it had eventually knocked him out for more than twelve hours. I’d filed that under “another weird thing I’ve got to figure out” in my brain and moved on, but not until I’d grabbed the bottle of leftover milk still in the breakroom fridge and hid it away. 

“Speaking of good mornings, I haven’t had my daily kiss yet!” I chirped (yes I can chirp if I want to). I saw the look that came across his face but I moved in on him anyway, laying the suit I held on its hanger down flat on his desk and leaning over, towards him. I’d made the mistake of wearing this high-necked black sweaterdress today, with these crazy shoulder pad things; something with some cleavage would have been useful for this moment. “C’mon,” I said, “You know the rules!” My face was suddenly right in front of his, and I set my eyes to flash, egging him on.

For as dumb as Melissa is, this new policy of mandatory morning greetings was a win. Even though I could tell his heart wasn’t in it, just getting him to peck me on the lips gave me the chance to exert some dominance. My tongue danced over his lips and even though he pulled away quickly I could feel him shudder.

“Watcha working on?” I asked, leaning in a bit more to look at his computer screen, rotating it towards myself. He was writing to someone, and I saw him get nervous. Was this one to that “Anderson” guy? No, it looked like he was talking to someone else.  “Some emails?”

“Y-yeah…” he answered…

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Thx to Elephantporn for the image and RiF for editing work

[stardusted-queerness]

How to Write Vision Impairments (from a vision-impaired writer)

In my experience, most books that include a vision impaired character has the character either 100% blind or just impaired enough for their vision to be perfectly corrected with lenses. So, here's some tips from a vision-impaired person.

Blindness and vision impairment is a spectrum.

It's not 100% blind or perfectly corrected with lenses. I'm legally blind, but I'm still able to see a fair bit of stuff and I wear glasses. My glasses don't actually do much in the sense of correcting my vision - instead, they give me depth perception, and my lenses have prisms in them (more on that in a few).

"Legally blind" does not mean fully blind. It's just used as a way to define how much vision loss means you shouldn't and/or can't work, drive, or other things that seeing people can do without thought. In the US, 20/200 with best correction is considered legally blind, which basically means you can see 20 feet of what seeing people can see at 200 feet. It's essentially 10% of working vision.

There's a lot of visual aides!

A lot of people think that the only type of visual aides are screen readers, Braille and the white cane (also known as the "blind cane").

There's actually a lot more visual aides! There's things such as talking clocks, bleedthrough-proof "markers" for boldened writing, boldened lined paper for easier seeing of the lines, large print calendars, amongst other things. I personally use have a backlit, large print keyboard to help me type and I have 2 magnifiers that help me when I have to read regular-print things. If you know Braille, you can also get stickers to put on your keyboard to help you type that way too!

Not every blind person is born blind.

This may seem obvious, but a lot of blind people lose their vision progressively through life. This can be from genetic conditions, or it can be from things like cataracts. Personally, I was born with vision issues, but it's been aggravated by my nystagmus (explanation soon), so I'm slowly but consistently losing my eyesight.

Ways to write blind characters

Like most disabilities, don't make it their entire personality. This doesn't mean don't ever ever mention it, just don't make it something that is constantly talked about or it's the only reason their friends stay with them. If you want a well-written blind character, look at Toph from ATLA. She's blind, yeah, but it isn't her entire character. People's reactions to her is also pretty accurate, especially where her friends would sometimes forget she's blind (I've had this occasionally, even with my spouse - I don't act blind, so people tend to forget about it until a situation where I need aided because I don't make it my entire personality, nor do I harp about it constantly).

Let them have aides other than the "typical" ones. Like I mentioned earlier, there are a ton of aides out there past screen readers, Braille, the white cane or seeing eye dogs.

If the character is in the lower economical classes, there's nonprofits out there that will help you get aides and training. That's how I got my white cane and other aides! And, typically, these nonprofits ask for nothing in return, except that you return the equipment in the case of your vision gets better or you move out of the nonprofit's district.

Don't make it a big deal. Don't make a big scene happen when the character picks up their white cane or grabs their seeing eye dog, or just mentions "hey, I'm kinda blind" (can also say "vision-impaired") "so I can't really see that". Just have the other character be like "oh okay". It's really like that type of exchange in the real world. There's very few instances where someone will be like "yeah right" or "oh I'm so sorry" and begin pitying/babying.

Your character should have a solid, medically explainable reason to their blindness/vision-impairment. This probably sounds pretty obvious, but there's a lot of things that can cause vision loss or legal blindness. I have a nystagmus, which is basically a fancy medical term to say I have uncontrollable eye movements. These movements can be subtle or extremely obvious. Most of my fits are extremely obvious, and I've sat for over 2 hours before with nonstop movement of my eyes. My eyes shake horizontally (left and right), but the eyes can move vertically (up and down) or in a circular path. This can cause severe headaches.

Remember when I mentioned my corrective lenses have prisms in them? This is one technique that doctors may use to try and help lower the activity of a nystagmus. I have 5-7 prisms in my left lens and 7-9 in the right lens (this is actually a really high amount of prisms and my lenses are super thick because of it). Most nystagmus' have a viewpoint called a "null point", in which the nystagmus's activity drastically decreases (it may still be present, but the severity of it lessens). For me, that is the far right gaze (looking out of the corner of your right eye, like you're trying to see to your right but without turning your head), and the prisms in my lenses attempt to force my eyes into the far right gaze even when I'm looking straight.

Most of all, do your research. Nothing is worse than having a character written in a poor manner, and it's obvious when someone doesn't do their research.

I might do this again for some of the other disorders/disabilities I have, but yeaaaa.

[abdullah207]

Sorry to Bother You, Review

This blog post will serve as a review of the 2018 movie, Sorry to bother you. As a lover of Afrofuturism, this movie is a must watch. Although the components of the movie loosely resemble those of other Afrofuturistic installation, Sorry to Bother you touches on issues like slavery, corporate living, and human suffering through capitalism. Written by Boots Rile, those themes make this movie one that the worker class could resonate with, not just African Americans. 

To kick it further, the movie integrates some subtle notions of segregation and racism. Some are more tucked in than others, like the way the worker class which is dominated by minorities is forced to take the stairs, while the rich corporate workers use a fancy elevator. Some other hints of racism is the way Steve, the owner of WorryFree, seemed hesitant to shake Cash’s hands until Cash’s boss says “he’s friendly.”

Furthermore, the movie uses corporate living to display how even with unity of workers, capitalism has reached such dystopian rates that it is impossible to take down corporate giants like RegalView and WorryFree. The police dressed in riot gear go as far as running the workers over with their batons to get the power callers to their job site. Other forms of racism and class discrimination is indicated by the way that Cash’s only way out of poverty was for hin to pretend to be a white man. The man who taught Cash the trick of the white man’s voice explains to him how he need to mimic a person who’s bills are paid and is living lavishly before he can be in touch with his white voice. That dialogue shows how those who are prospering in this dystopian capitalistic society are predominantly white. 

One correlation that I couldn’t help but pick up was WorryFree’s Equisapien and Slavery in the America’s. It is no secret that slave owners in the U.S. used to selectively breed African Americans to produce the most genetically superior worker class they could obtain. This closely resembles WorryFree’s efforts of genetically engineering the strongest version of half humans and half horses known as Equisapiens. The portrayal of WorryFree as a slavery like system reflects Afrofuturistic critiques of historical and contemporary forms of economic exploitation, especially with the direction of genetic modification that the movie went to. 

Resistance and revolution are also a central theme of this movie, which fits into the core values and themes of Afrofuturism. The movie’s visual style including vibrant costumes and surreal set designs, also fits in with the traditional atmospheres provided in Afrofuturism. To conclude further, Sorry to Bother you is a fantastic movie that would enhance anyone’s selective taste in Afrofuturistic installations.

[scentedchildnacho]

The black lady gave me it because they aren't under current republican hygiene law....and I told her hunger is too awful for me I hate starving instead of being called trash pick .....

Then I tried to share some chicken with her because she gave them to me.....explaining they put some curry on it....and to them it's Mexican cooking they as south border have more resistence to having to be so federally quarantined but she said no thank you she eats regular baked chicken and wants just baked chicken

I will eat it even though it's questionably hygienic....I use to have very correct state food plans and quite frankly it's of auchvitz it's being an intellect concept and I'm tired of not treating a sick in my joints and not feeling loved all that much

Hygiene is having....to just keep sitting with something and cervix ness for me...I notice about my culture they would maintain a lot of activity because something about systemic decline causes bacteria....and ritualistic correctness and I don't want north Korea to need my blood

To me it's just southern and they aquire more taste bud resilience....they aquire more tongue to digitize so it's homo genetic mercy to me so I may finally migrate and leave my sad constant confined life

I know I'm suppose to go over to the church tonight just to have mild tasting church food and watch ho give my Muslim observance portions to homicidal gross awful males so quite frankly I want anything that makes those mean eve ill youth sex workers go away....

That would be food not bombs

They made you wait all day to eat when all they had to do was put tinners in the oven and have a full buffet with vegan lamb rights

They wanted to call it Muslim rights observance then give a childs portion as all there is to eat that day that's modern day slavery....

He asked me if I would go to mount Soledad church so I told him it's like a jail up there and too be very very careful at all times because violence from the city and upper classes is all the time exceedingly cruel And willing to ...

The road by the Soledad church is just a compulsive race freeway in between la Jolla and other places so you can be hit like a nuclear bomb those people will hit you to break all the bones in your body and severely deform you so English artists...its actually the very old with zen careful slow behaviours that are best able to survive intersections at all times they have to have speed schedules so very slow and careful at all times

The states does favor adults as the most attractive people....youths here were not finally traumatized badly enough to want to be charmingly surrendered.....youth is the worst thing that can happen to anyone....it's whore it went around stealing as much as it could without relevant comprehension of and it's a criminal now....

Adults surrender their fertility to the care and maintenance of little people is the most important priority and people who get to finally be beneficent giant finally maintain an orderly hygienic good life

I think the sex workers are Christians though and he won't marry her and discipline her chaoticness for public systems and christian women are kind of powerful that way they have to marry men to control their tendencies to emotional sadism.....

Well you called me a bitch so where is train her

Because wanting to be trashy is how having to be trashy is over.....I kind of don't trust many jobs at all anymore and I believe the pastors I think that is subtly all they have unless your with barb smutts and contracted to Europe

That is why he shouldn't have thrown something at the pastor about meat balls I'm sorry but if it's have more food on demand then he also can contract food not bombs and finally do something for others other then bomb rush

That's housing the feds claim they help and truth is they would obsessively monitor southerners homes and figure out how to raid them for poor cooking

Fish is actually.....

Anyway I told him to realize the types of cars around AA wanting to forcibly be around the sex workers....and those types of playmates did steal your homeless safe house and sit in it like a hitlerite.........they are purely German and do not regulate their drug consumption at all ....their on pure liquor or pure reefer and its water and air to them so dont go around cars it was suppose to be engineered robotics to them and they have no responsibility or accountability.....

He talked to me awhile about the strange place it was of animals so I told him I suspect the Germans with family military there right now of being people who kept apes...or chimps here....when I have to see meat eaters treated like they can be murdered for it on sight that is the opposite of environmental....they owned apes and heretically refused to consume animals....

I told him I know it's really wrong to treat people this way....I have talked to the plants and I view the mass destruction of forests in the letter as maybe perpetrated by the animals I think they rape the plants sometimes they cry a lot about self defense

I think men this gross do have magic or mythic beliefs and raped the plants

He told me they stole his 🆔 because if it's his 🆔 he has to go get medications and take blood tests and they finally won't bleed him if his 🆔 is stolen.......

Uhm yea they shouldn't in requiem for a dream stole his mother's TV because she went kind of insane with grief and felt she was still talking to her dead husband.....

That's cop ing ones own family and I'm sorry but after I have seen ozempics try to kill someone of a weight loss pill I don't enjoy people who steal someone starveds tv

That lady that makes her elderly mother have lunch at the library this area is so psycho....be careful it helps put it's mother down to rest finally and it will go for you next that's psycho

Uhm I don't know but expecting me to be American impossible and cope with military service does not make me go bother my mother

[acacia-may]

Aww! Thank you so much, Erika! 💙 I'm so happy you liked my headcanons! I spent a lot of time thinking about them because I realised I actually didn't have too many headcanons for Gauche (or at least too many headcanons that would fit in these specific categories😅).

I love this idea of yours of Gauche's mother doting on him which inspired him to then dote on Marie. There's something really sweet in that! I can imagine that a younger Gauche felt bad that Marie wouldn't really remember their parents or how much they loved her so I can see him trying to shower her with love in the best way he knew how (specifically the way his parents had shown him love). If the Lord and Lady Adlai were very affectionate and doting parents, it would really explain why Gauche is that way himself. I like this a lot! Thanks for sharing, Erika! 💙

Yes, the second one is a bit of a stretch, I'll admit. The category did say "unrealistic" so I figured a little bit of leeway was warranted here, but I completely agree with you about the criminal record being an issue for most people. It would be for me anyway, but like you mentioned people in the Clover Kingdom don't seem too concerned about all of that... (It's funny you mention Patry (as Licht) specifically because I was thinking of him too when writing this! 😁 Maybe they just can't resist bad boys and that sense of danger and mystery adds to the appeal? Could be an plausible explanation). I'm glad you liked the bit about Gordon though. I like to imagine that Gordon was put in charge of the Black Bulls mail ages ago (when he was one of the only people on the squad) and just quietly keeps up with it to this day. He'd definitely have nothing but nice things to say about all of his friends so I imagine he'd be great PR for all of them, especially if they can be a bit brash and off-putting at times like Gauche. (We know he's a good guy at heart, but he doesn't do himself any favours at times so he's lucky to have Gordon pointing out his good qualities to the public!)

I'm sorry for hurting you with that angst headcanon. I don't usually foray into the angst genre for this reason. (I'd much rather make people feel happy with what I write rather than sad 😔). That said, it really means a lot to hear that you thought it made sense and helped explain a lot of his behaviour. I like to think that Gauche has a lot more to him than what we see on the surface, and I really believe a lot of his more off-putting traits are a result of his grief and trauma. In a lot of ways, he's very much the textbook example of pushing people away out of fear of losing them while also, on the flip side, clinging on to some people (read: Marie) too tightly for the same reason. It's interesting that both traits can exist concurrently in him. I hope with some time and healing, he'll learn to open himself up to others again. It's nice to see him building such good friendships with Grey and Gordon in the canon--gives me hope that one day he'll be able to love without fear. 💕

I couldn't agree with you more that the explanation given for Gauche's nosebleeds in the canon is lacking. As someone who has frequent nosebleeds due to a genetic bleeding disorder, I've always seen it as very much a medical issue and seeing it portrayed as something else has always been a little weird to me in general but especially in this context. It makes a lot more sense to me to think that Gauche has a bleeding disorder himself--especially being part of the nobility class, if historical norms regarding consanguinity in arranged marriages among historical elites were also part of the BC world (a lot of the most common/well-known bleeding disorders like hemophilia and VWD are hereditary). I realise that an explanation was given that it's an emotional thing for him, but to that I say, bleeding like that is not normal for an otherwise healthy person such as Gauche so he could probably benefit from a knowledgeable hematologist. (I doubt he'd get the care he needs in a medieval society like the Clover Kingdom though, so he's pretty lucky Grey is around to seal his wounds). I usually try to cling pretty close to canon, but in this case, I'm going to have to go my own way. Anything to help paint Gauche in a better, less uncomfortable light (especially since I really don't think those nosebleeds are his fault). Glad to hear I'm not the only one! 😅

Thank you so much again for the ask, Erika, and for sharing your thoughts! You always have such great insights! Thanks for the great discussion! 💙

For the four headcanons game, what sort of ideas do you have about Gauche?

Hi Erika! 💙 Thank you so much for the ask and for playing the headcanon game! I had to give these a little bit of thought, but I hope you will like them. 😊 Headcanons are below the cut because it's a little bit wordy.

(Warnings: death and blood are both mentioned).

Questions from this Headcanon Ask Game

Headcanon A:  realistic

Gauche was close to both of his parents, especially his mother. They often praised him for being a good older brother and asked him to always look out for and protect his younger sister, Marie. This was one of the last things they asked him to do (shortly before their untimely death) which is one of the reasons why Gauche is such a protective sibling and why he feels so responsible for taking care of Marie.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Despite being a member of what is widely considered in the Clover Kingdom to be the worst Magic Knight Squad, Gauche had a small fan club that no one knows about except Gordon (because he is in charge of the squad's mail and answers their letters). His fans gush over the fact that he's "brooding" and "mysterious" and/or think he's very handsome. He has been growing more popular due to Gordon's responses to fan letters that paint Gauche in a very favorable light. [Unsurprisingly enough, no one from Nean is part of the fan club].

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Gauche has learned how to function on a very small amount of sleep because he has recurring, extremely realistic nightmares about losing his parents and Marie and being absolutely powerless to do anything to stop it. He never tells anyone about these nightmares, but one of the main reasons he tries to be in constant contact with his sister is because it helps him cope with the nightmares and remind himself that they are just dreams and Marie is safe.

Eventually, these nightmares extend to losing some of his friends (i.e. Grey and Gordon) as well. He doesn't admit this to them, but some of his squad mates are surprised when Gauche suddenly starts wanting to spend a lot of time with them.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Gauche has a bleeding disorder which causes his frequent nosebleeds. It also causes him to bruise easily and bleed excessively when cut or injured (due to lack of functional clotting factor), and this contributed to him ultimately losing his left eye.

[dreamcatcher2113]

Hold Me Down for One Night, Like I Got 3 Strikes

Summary: It’s funny how all of this started with a map at Hartley High. You and Jace have been best friends for as long as you can remember. You both go to Hartley High, with your friends Quinni, Darren, Amerie, Harper, Malakai, and Ca$h. All of you had a sleepover at Jace’s place. What you guys didn’t know is that Jace’s hot uncles (Aegon and Aemond) and beautiful aunt (Helaena) are staying with his family because their new house is being renovated. Some Things started to stir up and old feelings began to surface. Only in Hartley High.

Warnings: Language, sexual content, 18+ smut, and more I can’t think of.

Author Note: Yes I am mixing HOTD and Heartbreak High together because I can and want to. Everyone is 18 years old in Hartley High. Aemond, Aegon and Helaena are in their 20’s. Aemond has a genetic condition that made him blind in his right eye. All the Targaryens are close, there is no feud. Daemon is not Rhaenyra’s uncle in this AU, and they are married. You are a Stark in this AU, Cregan is your cousin.

Inspiration: @valeskafics @tinfairies

Song: 3 Strikes by Terror Jr

Prologue

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Part 01: I Got a Feeling, Tonight is Going to be a Good Night

It’s been a while since the map has been public, and it's been a while since all of you have been in SLT’s class. It’s been a wild time, you’re not going to lie. You never thought you, Jace, Quinni and Darren would be friends with Amerie and Harper. Here you guys are, sitting with each other with Malakai and Ca$h. 

“Anyways, Jace, are we still on tonight?” Darren asked.

“Yep. My mom and Daemon still gave me the okay on having the sleepover.” Jace answered, with food in his mouth. All of you planned on having the sleepover at Jace’s house. Since Jace’s siblings won’t be at the house and Rhaenyra and Daemon are going on a romantic getaway, he thought it would be fun to have a mini party. 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Jace.” You said.

“Your mom is so cool, Jace. Our parents would never allow this.” Amerie said.

Jace chuckled a bit. “Yeah my mom can be pretty cool and understanding.” Which is true, Rhaenyra always tells her kids to always ask first. Also Rhaenyra isn’t dumb she knows teenagers are going to drink, she rather have them be in a safe environment when they do. Of course there are rules to follow, but other than that Rhaenyra is really understanding.

“Before I forget I do need to tell you guys something.” Jace added.

“What mate?” Malakai asked.

“My mom’s side of the family’s new house is getting renovated, they are going to be staying with us.” Jace explained.

“Does that mean we are not drinking?” Harper asked.

“Don’t worry we are. Alicent has a business trip and Daeron is going to a sleepover at his friend's place. It’s just going to be my uncles and aunt.” Jace explained.

“How come that sounds less fun?” Ca$h asked.

“Oh you guys don’t know do you?” Quinni asked.

Amerie, Harper, Malakai, and Ca$h look at each other and look at Quinni shaking their heads no. You guess there are some things that can remain private here in Hartly High.

“Jace’s grandfather remarried to someone who is a little younger than him, and they had four kids together.” You explained. You know the family history and all the can of worms of Jace’s family.

“My uncles Aegon and Aemond, and my aunt Helaena are in their early 20’s. They will be drinking with us.” Jace said. 

“And don’t forget, your uncles are hot.” Darren sang.

Jace glares at Darren. “That reminds me, no fucking my uncles! Darren!”

“That was one time, let it go.” Darren rolled their eyes, as you and Quinni laughed at the memory.

“I’m sorry.” Amerie looked confused. “What?”

You and Quinni laughed harder, while Darren just rolled their eyes even more and Jace just kept glaring at Darren.

“Aegon took us to a college party, because why not.” You started the story.

“We were about to leave because it was getting late.” Quinni continued.

“Me, Jace, and Quinni started looking for Darren and Aegon.” You started to giggle a bit.

“We search for them, and open one of the rooms upstairs.” Quinni also having a giggling fit.

“We walked in Aegon fucking Darren in the ass.” You laughed harder. You and Quinni could never forget Jace’s face that night, the poor boy looked so traumatized. Everyone at the table started laughing, well except for Jace and Darren.

“Yeah! I had to bleach my eyes out! I still get nightmares!” Jace yelled out.

“We were drunk and horny, sue me! And you can untangle your panties Jace, I’m with Ca$h now.” Darren said, kissing Ca$h’s cheek and Ca$h smiles kissing Darren on the lips.

“Just want to make sure, because I don’t want to relive that.” Jace explains. 

The bell rings, indicating its time for the next class and all of you start heading to class. You and Jace walk to class together since you both have it. “Hey Y/N.” Jace called for you, as the two of you took your seats.

“What's up bud?” You asked.

“Are you going to be okay?” Jace asked.

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well I know you had a crush on Aemond, and what happened between the two of you. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Jace explains, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled at your childhood friend, and patted his back. “I’ll be okay Jace. That crush has been long gone now.”

“Alright if you say so.” Jace gives you a small smile.

The teacher came in and started the lesson. You haven’t seen Aemond in a while, mainly because of how far his college is. You did have a crush on him for a really long time, but then he started dating a woman named Alys. Not going to lie, that hurt you a bit. You weren’t surprised though, Aemond is a good looking guy, a gentleman, and secretly sweet. From what you hear from Helaena, Aegon, Jace, and basically everyone in his entire family nobody liked her. You did meet her once, that encounter was not a good one. You were being nice and polite to her and tried to have a conversation with her. Let’s just say Alys was not polite to you and Jace was not having it. Let’s also say that kind of put a strain on your friendship with Aemond, and that killed you the most.

Since then you were actively trying to get over the crush you had for Aemond. You don’t know how but you did eventually. You did miss him though, besides Jace, Helaena and Aegon you were really close with Aemond. He was one of your best friends, he was someone you would turn to. When he started dating Alys, he started to change. You didn’t think you would lose him as a friend. You try to shake off the memory out of your head and try to pay attention to the lesson. Besides it was a stupid crush and you are over him. It’s just going to be a fun drunken sleepover with your friends. What could go wrong?

[haleyboook]

Tony’s widow

Set during she-hulk, Tony Stark’s widow has been hiding out in Mexico with Bruce Banner ever since her husband died. Unable to accept his death she remains isolated with her two children and sister. When she meets Jennifer and finds out that her blood helped heal Bruce’s arm, suddenly she grows interested.

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“This is where I spent the blip fixing myself and integrating the Hulk-Banner identities.”

“In this tiny beach house lab?”

“I wouldn’t call it tiny.” I say as I stand at the door with Ani, Antonia, my youngest rested on my hip.

She spins around to look to me and says “Who are you?”

I shake my head saying “Man, I need to get the baby weight off. I used to be so known and recognizable. I’m y/n, y/n stark.”

Her eyes widen and Bruce says “Hey.”

I nod to him and he looks to his cousin saying “Tony built this for me a few years ago. Tony Stark, her husband.”

“Oh, right, right, right.” 

I step inside of the lab as Bruce explains “He used to joke that I was a loaner, and that one day he’d just swing by and take it back.”

I lightly nod and say “He only said that so you’d actually use it and not feel guilty taking it. It was always yours, Bruce.”

He smiles to me saying “I see you’ve brought Ani, she looks so much like him.” 

I nod saying “I know. It’s the eyes. Haunting sometimes. I love her, so much, but she has Tony’s eyes and that’s so hard to handle sometimes.”

I look over to Jen, Bruce’s cousin and say “You okay?”

She looks to Bruce confused saying “Wait, did we hit a spaceship?”

Bruce nods saying “Yeah. Sakaaran Class-Eight courier craft. They’re probably trying to deliver a message. I gotta look into that. You know, weird stuff just kinda finds you when you’re a hulk. But first we gotta deal with you.” 

She shakes her head saying “Me? What happened to me?” 

I make a face and shrug as she says “I changed.”

I look to Bruce and he says “Look, I’m sorry. I tried to warn you. My blood got into your system, and after the wreck, you got a lethal dose of gamma radiation.”

“Lethal?! As in I’m gonna die?”

I smack Bruce and he says “Ow... No! There is more to it... I uh... that I’m going to explain.” 

She hits his arm and says “That is not the sentence to take a pause on, Bruce!”

I smile at her feisty-ness and nod. She says “What? Why is she nodding?”

Bruce looks to me and says “Okay. Just look at your blood samples okay? You and I, we share a rare combination of genetic factors that allows us to synthesize gamma radiation into somethin’ else.” 

“So I turn into the Hulk now, too.”

Ani sneezes as she wakes up and I say “Sorry. Yeah, kinda..”

Bruce says “I’ve been analyzing your blood. And the way it synthesized gamma, I was able to use it to completely heal my arm.”

I perk up at that and she says “Oh. Because I’m better than you?” 

Bruce shakes his head saying “Mmmmm, it’s basically different.” 

“In a better way.” 

Bruce shakes his head saying “In conclusion, my arm is healed and now I’m able to be my fully integrated self again.”

“Smug hulk.”

I look over to the vials of blood beside me and I look to Bruce and Jen walking away from me. 

“Smart Hulk.” 

“Well, it’s pretty smug to call yourself smart.”

I begin to tune them out as I slip two vials of Jen’s blood into my pockets. 

I turn towards them as Bruce turns back around, grabbing the vials and saying “Now that I’ve actually analyzed your blood samples...” 

He begins destroying the vials and I feel minor anger spark inside of me. 

Jen shakes her head saying “A bit dramatic.” 

Bruce says “It’s way too dangerous to get out in the world, even if there’s only a millionth percent chance that it makes another one of us.” 

Ani starts crying and they look to me. I say “Sorry. I should go find Morgan and leave you two be while I get Ani down for a nap.”

Bruce says “Do you need any help?”

I smile to him and say “Thank you, Bruce. I’ve got it though.”

I leave the lab and Jen watches Bruce watch me leave and she says “Oh my god.”

He looks over to her quickly saying “What?”

“You’re in love with her!” 

Bruce scoffs saying “I am not! She’s a good friend!”

“No... you don’t watch someone leave like that if you’re only friends! You’re in love with her! You’re nearly drooling! Dude she literally has two kids.”

Bruce shakes his head saying “You could not be any farther off!”

Jen smiles and says “You wanna play house with Tony Stark’s widow and kids. Huh.. interesting.”

Bruce grumbles saying “I don’t. She’s my friend, and I owe it to Tony to look after her and help her.”

Jen nods and says “And maybe enjoy her company a little too much. How’d she even know we were here?”

Bruce sighs saying “She’s been staying here, away from the media and world. Ever since Tony’s funeral. I took her here. She couldn’t handle the public and other people.”

“That’s not healthy, Bruce, isolating yourself, that much...it’s not healthy. I get she’s grieving..”

He glares at her saying “Leave her alone. Let her grieve how she wants. Tony loved her so much, she meant everything to him. I can only imagine it’s mutual with her.”

Jen nods and I continue towards the guest house, Friday saying “Mrs. Stark.”

“Not now.”

“Mrs. Stark, I don’t know what you wish to achieve with Miss Jennifer’s blood sample, but I don’t recommend using it.”

I shake my head saying “I don’t want your opinion. Begin running tests on it. Make duplicates. Pull apart every factor within it. I know there’s a way to reverse death and gamma damage. It recovered Bruce’s arm easily.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stark. I have to remind you that Mr. Stark, is gone and can’t-”

“Shut up!” I snap as I hear my voice echo. I sigh as I feel the tears well up. I shake my head saying “Don’t ever tell me he’s gone or dead again.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stark. Starting the process now.”

I push the vials into the machine and sigh as I set Ani down in her crib and see Morgan playing outside in the sand with my sister. 

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wooooahhh new story! Do you guys like it? Got the idea and I needed to write it out! I just watched the most first episode of she-hulk and oh my god all the mentions of steve and tony were killing me! 

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