#what do you mean that's not how the episode went down??? yes it was??? I was there????

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Asami: You don't get to disappear for 3 years and act like you know what's best for me. >:( Kyoshi, appearing before Korra: Give her the ring! Korra: K-Kyoshi?! Why are you-?! How are you here?! I thought I lost my connection- Kyoshi, shaking her: Don't worry about that! Just give her the ring! Korra: Ring???? But we aren't even dating! Asami: Are you ignoring me?! >:( Kyoshi, shaking Korra harder, panicking for her, screeching: JUST GIVE HER THE GODDAMN RING ALREADY! Korra: Bu-but I don't have a ring?! Kyoshi, sobbing, worried for her life: BendTheWaterOutOfThisGlassAndImproviseYouDumbBisexual!

[cepheusgalaxy]

ughhhhhhhhhhh why am i so prone to complaining

[woso-dreamzzz]

Torn VI

Kewis x Child!Reader

Summary: You go to hospital

Kristie is at training.

Summer holidays usually means preseason for Sam. It usually means a few weeks where the three of you get to do fun things together before going back into preseason.

But with her knee, it means more time lazing around the house with you.

You're having a lot of fun playing dinosaurs with her, not yet changed out of your fuzzy Spinosaurus onesie as one of the Land Before Time episodes plays on the tv.

You drop your toy though and Sam gently moves it away.

Your seizures have gotten easier to deal with now that you've gone on your medicine. They've gone down to maybe two or three every few days and, while you're none the wiser about why your seizures are a bad thing, it makes Kristie and Sam feel safer.

But this one is different.

Usually, your seizures are only a few seconds long but, as Sam checks her phone, she knows it's been a few minutes now.

That's never happened before and, as your mouth opens and closes in repetitive chewing movements, she jerks into action.

There's blood in your mouth.

Blood that definitely shouldn't be there.

She fumbles with her phone for a moment, almost dropping it completely.

"Hello? Yes, er, I need an ambulance! My-My kid's having a seizure and she's bleeding and-and I don't know what to do!"

Questions rattle off the operator's lips faster than Sam can keep up.

"Yes. She's five, nearly six. Er, she's got CAE but this is different. I-I don't know! She's kind of jerking a little bit? And I think she's bitten her cheek because she's bleeding. She's on medication but...Yes, I'm Mum."

Sam rattles off more information, anything she can think of and the operator is nice enough to stay on the phone until the ambulance gets there.

It's only when Sam's at the hospital that she realises Kristie's at training.

Kristie's at training and is none the wiser about what's just happened.

Riding in the ambulance was the scariest thing Sam has ever done with you, far eclipsing the other scariest thing she had ever done with you which was hiding all of Kristie's eyebrow pencils.

You'd had an accident in the ambulance which all the paramedics said was normal. You bit at your cheek again which all the paramedics said was expected.

You'd jerked your little limbs and suddenly looked smaller than your almost six years as you lay in the stretcher in your fuzzy dinosaur onesie.

"Chook, baby," Sam had said in the ambulance," It's going to be okay. Alright? You're going to be alright."

It takes Sam a while to pluck up the courage to call Kristie, to let her know that something's happened to you and now you're in hospital.

Kriste's there within the hour, just as you wake up.

You'd briefly been awake when your seizure was over but so exhausted and so confused, Sam had coaxed you to sleep again.

“Mommy,” You say as your eyelids flutter open, reaching out for her.

Kristie grabs your hand quickly, squeezing ever so slightly like she’s making sure that you’re with her. “Hey, chook,” She coos as Sam appears at your other side,” How are you feeling?”

You frown. “Mom talked to me,” You say instead.

“Huh?”

“When I went all funny. I heard Mom talkin’ to me.”

“You could hear that, huh, chook?” Sam asks, taking your other hand and you nod.

“You said I was going to be okay. What happened?” You frown, looking down at yourself. “Where’s my dino pjs?”

“They’re going in the wash, chook,” Sam says,” They…They got a bit dirty in the ambulance.”

“Ambulance?”

“Yes, the ambulance. Do you remember, chook? You…You had a pretty bad…episode, didn’t you?”

“My arms went all floppy and weird.”

“That’s right. That must have been scary, huh?”

You shake you head. “No, ‘cause I had Mom saying everything will be okay. Mom doesn’t lie about important things like that.”

Kristie smiles. It’s a weak smile though and Sam knows that a crying session is inevitable once this is all sorted out. Kristie can hold herself together for you. She has to be strong for you, her little girl that only kind of understands what has happened to her.

“The doctors are going to come in and have a look at you, alright?” Kristie runs a finger over your nose and you giggle a little bit, going cross eyed to track its slope downwards.

“Okay and then we go back home?”

“Maybe,” Sam says,” We’ll see what they say. They might want to keep you a bit later.”

It’s not unlike your other doctor appointments, when they put you in the big machine and did tests. The inside of your cheek is a little tender when you run your tongue along it and your arms are kind of bruised and weird looking. You think your head is a little achy too but you’ve got pillows behind it so you don’t really notice.

“And you think this is a one off?” Kristie says from outside your hospital room, glancing back inside as you and Sam watch another Land Before Time episode on her phone.

“It’s not uncommon for children with CAE to experience other types of seizures. They go away with age-“

“That’s what they said about the CAE but look at her! She’s in hospital. The meds…They’re meant to be helping-“

“Miss Mewis,” The doctor says,” I understand completely but these things do happen. She’s happy and healthy and we’ve got information leaflets to help parents get through this kind of thing. We recommend a follow up with her neurologist and GP just to be on the safe side but this is all normal. Plenty of people live with seizures every day.”

Kristie releases a noisy breath. “Right. Yes. How soon until we go home?”

“Tomorrow should be good. We can set up a bed for one of your to stay here with her overnight but this is all just precaution. As long as everything is a-okay tomorrow morning, we can get you all in your way.”

“Thank you,” Kristie says,” I’ll just go in and tell her.”

You look up as Kristie comes in, head tilting to the side and hair falling over your eyes. “Mommy?”

“I’m going to stay here with you tonight,” Kristie says, sitting on the bed with you,” And then tomorrow, we’re going to go home. Sound good?”

You think for a moment. “And then my dino pjs will get washed?”

“I’ll wash them tonight,” Sam promises you,” And I’ll make sure they’re all toasty warm for you when you get home tomorrow.”

“Okay,” You say,” We can stay here for the night.”

[zvdvdlvr]

Could you please write an imagine based on the episode where Greg House gives a lecture about the three cases and he's one of them (where we first see Stacy).

Reader is one of the students there, gives the correct answers, therefore grabs his attention and he offers a job and they end up dating

Thanks in advance!

chasing you ✩ gregory house

“What color is your pee?”

You watched House interrogate one of the few students that had been giving input on his three stories.

“Yellow,” she replied with a sharp tone.

“And what color is your blood?”

“Red.”

House nodded. “Yes. And what colors did I use to make this tea color?”

The female student stammers as she replies with “red, yellow, and brown.”

The man clicks his tongue. “And brown. How do we get the brown color?”

“Waste-“

“Thank means the kidneys are shutting down,” House cut in. “Why?”

“Could be damage done by the self injection. He has no history of trauma.

“Treatment?”

House’s rapidfire questions had rattled the woman, but she stiller answered. “Heat and rest-“

“Other possible causes?”

“Infection.”

House nodded. “Start him on antibiotics. What else?”

Silence filled the room. House looked around, expecting an answer. “Come on! What is it?”

“I-I don’t know,” the student admits. She looks away.

House sighs and walks down the steps. The paper with the tea color crumpled in his hand.

“You know, it’s hard to think with you in our faces,” starts the annoying student right up front.

“Yeah?” House scoffs. “You think it’s gonna be any easier with a real patient really dying?”

The guy looked down. Once again, silence reigned over the room as House prepared himself to speak. Until… you opened your mouth.

“The unknown factor would be muscle death.”

House looks up. Near the back of the auditorium by the window on the far left. A student House originally thought was uninterested. Sure, House had seen you around the hospital- practically every wide-eyed intern or student had met the witty man but he had never spoken to you.

Which was odd considering he took a little joy in making the interns and students squirm- especially the pretty ones. House was surprised he’d never even caught your name.

When House’s mouth opened and closed twice, you resumed carefully. “The dying muscle leaks myoglobin which is toxic to the kidneys. There’s your brown, Doctor.”

“Brilliant,” House murmured. He eyed you carefully as he went on. “MRI the leg. See what’s killing it.”

The Heath Ledger dupe spoke up again. “Why is the girl getting the MRI?”

“Because the neck skan revealed nothing and her doctor’s way more obsessive than she thinks she is.”

Heath tilted his head. “But you said the guy needed the MRI.”

“Because the mysteriously smart girl over there said muscle death. Not one of you came up with that. Not one of this guy’s doctors came up with it either,” he replied harshly. “They gave him bed rest and antibiotics- just like you guys would’ve.”

“Does he get better?” The female student from before asked.

House clicks his tongue. “No.”

“How long-“

“Three days.” He looks around the room, stalling when he made eye contact with you. “It is in the nature of medicine that you’re going to screw up. You are going to kill someone. If you can’t handle that reality, pick a new profession. Or finish medical school and teach.”

The female student from before spoke up. “It took three days for them to figure out about the muscle death?”

House shook his head. After heaving a sigh he answers “No, it took three days for the patient to suggest muscle death.”

“What caused the muscle pain?” You asked. “Was it- was it a clot?”

House nodded. “Don’t steal my thunder, young padawan. But… yes. A clotted aneurysm lead to an infarction in the patient’s leg.”

You nodded as House examined you intently as he went on. “After the surgery to remove the clot, the patient went in to wide complex tachycardia… The patient was technically dead for over a minute.”

“Do you think he was dead? Do you think those experiences were real?”

Every head in the room turned to the back. There stood James Wilson, leaning on the door. He looked knowingly at House, like he knew something everyone didn’t.

“Define real,” House shot back. “They were re experiences… What they meant- personally, I choose to believe that the white light people sometimes see, visions this patient saw… They’re all just chemical reactions that happen when the brain shuts down.”

“You ‘choose’ to believe that?” You ask curiously.

House’s eyes dart back over to you. “There’s no conclusive science. My choice has no practical relevance to my life,” he replies. As he starts to pace slowly around the front of the room, he proceeds. “I choose the outcome I find more comforting.”

“You find it comforting to believe that this is it?” Wilson asks accusingly.

House blinks. “I find it more comforting to believe that this isn’t simply a test.”

Everyone sat, listening closely to House’s every word. No other sounds could be heard despite House’s cane movement. He explained how, once the patient was put into a medically induced coma, his trusted proxy had made the decision to remove the dead muscle from his leg.

“Because of the extent of the muscle removed, the utility of the patient’s leg was severely compromised,” he told everyone slowly. “Because of the time delay in making the diagnosis, the patient continues to suffer chronic pain.” He tilted his head up to look at the crowd in front of him and then dropped his head to look at his hands.

“She had no right to do that,” piped up a different female student.

Heath Ledger look-alike scoffed. “She had the proxy.”

The woman argued back, “She knew he didn’t want the surgery!”

“Well, she saved his life,” Heath Ledger responded.

“We don’t know that,” the guy in the front row cut in. “Maybe he would’ve been fine.”

“Still, it’s the patient’s call!”

Heath Ledger shrugged. “Patient’s an idiot.”

“They usually are,” House agreed. “Do you have a buzzer? What time does this class end?”

This time, a mew voice answered House’s question. “20 minutes ago.”

For a moment, House looked at Cuddy with an unreadable expression. Then he clicked his tongue and stood up. “I’m not doing this again,” he informed Cuddy. “And this guy is not the world’s greatest dad- not even ranked. Who the hell let’s their kids play with lead based paint? That’s why he’s always sick. Find him some plastic cups and the class is all his again,” he told Cuddy, placing the yellow hand-painted mug in her hands. He started to walk out, but paused and hobbled back to point his cane directly at you. “Except you. Come with me.”

With haste, you gathered you books and writing utensils and shoved them into your bag. As you followed the limping man out of the classroom, you felt everyone’s eyes on you.

“I have a job for you if you want it,” House tell you finally, stopping in front of a door. “It’s tough, people lie to you every day, and we don’t even have decent coffee.”

You look from him to the door that reads ‘Gregory House M.D. - Head of Diagnostic Medicine’. “I have literally spoken to you three times. How do you know I won’t accept the job, wait until you trust me, and then steal all your money and leave?”

House paused. “Good question. Will you accept the job, wait until I trust you, and then steal all my money and leave?”

“Probably not,” you reply.

“Great!” House exclaims. “You’re hired.”

Over the course of the next few month, you had clicked immediately with Chase. You spoke passionately about different types of literature with Cameron, and joked with Foreman about anything and everything.

Your relationship with House was complicated to say the least. During your first official case, House insisted he followed you everywhere. You more than understood his hesitance to let you do tests completely on your own. But when he limped around, tracking you like a damn dog… you wondered why he still hadn’t trusted you enough.

To your fortune, Wilson had cornered you in the cafeteria as you were getting lunch. “We need to talk,” he had said before plopping down next to you.

You paused, looking up from your cafeteria spaghetti. “About what?”

“House.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

Wilson looked at you with an expectant expression. “Because I want to know what you said. Duh.”

“I think I’m missing something,” you told him. “What was I supposed to say to him? What was he supposed to say to me?”

Wilson dropped his silverware. “Are you serious? He didn’t- You don’t- What?”

“I’m lost here, Wilson,” you tell him.

Wilson looks around suspiciously before licking his lips. “So… you know how the medical gala is coming up?”

Nodding, you shove a forkful of noodles in your mouth. “Chase won’t shut up about seeing ‘all the hot babes in tight dresses’ or something,” you inform Wilson.

After guffawing over your imitation of Chase’s accent, he gets serious. “It’s in a week. Are you sure he hasn’t talked to you?”

You throw your hands up and sigh. “Just spit it out already, Wilson. I feel like a high schooler trying to get my friends tell me who they have a cute little crush on. Tell me or I’m gonna pop a blood vessel!”

Wilson looks away. “I can’t. I’m scared of House.”

With that, he picks up his tray and goes to leave.

“Bye bye, Willie!” You call.

James turns and glares at you before walking out of the room. You chuckle and attempt to finish your meal before your beeper will inevitably go off.

You just start chowing down on the garlic bread (read: bread with butter and garlic) when you hear the dreaded beeping. You bite off a large chunk of the bread and dump your tray before reading the ‘MY OFFICE- EMERGENCY’ that was from House.

When you finally pushed open the door, you saw House facing the window outside.

“Is our patient with the living?” You ask, taking a step towards House.

House doesn’t turn around. “I need you to go to the winter gala thing with me.”

You stiffen up. Throughout your whole body, your muscles tighten as your freeze midstep. Your face drains of blood and your heart feels like it just dropped into your stomach and was dissolved by the acid. Bile had just started rising up your esophagus when House turns.

“Don’t look so excited,” he insists sarcastically. “But seriously. Why are you looking at me like I have a tumor growing out of my eyeball?”

“No,” you mutter raspily. “Take Cameron.”

House’s eyebrows furrow as you turn on your heel and start to leave.

“Why won’t you go with me?”

You gnaw deeply at your lip as you turn. To your surprise, House was standing- watching you leave without his cane in his hand. “Go with Cameron,” you say again. “I don’t- I’m- No. Just no.”

“Y/n, why-“

You practically run out the door before Greg can even say your name. He stands by his desk, staring intently at the ground where you just stood. “Hm,” he hums. He sighs and thinks about what to say to you next.

The next three days consist of House trying and failing to speak to you. To his own surprise, you have completely stopped talking about personal matters with him and have withdrawn any of your own opinions except for facts having to do with the patient.

House had just finished off another bottle of pills when Foreman barged into the room. “What did you say?”

House blinks. “Uhh… to who? Where? When?”

“To y/n, House. What did you say to y/n?”

“I told her that I needed her to go to the winter gala with me,” House answered truthfully. “Why? Has she said anything to you?”

Foreman flops down in the chair facing House. “Do you like her?”

“Well, I hired her, didn’t I?”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it, House,” Foreman snaps. “Answer me. Do you like her?”

A moment of silence fills the air. House thinks back to the first time he interacted with you- how confidently you completely the puzzle that certified doctor’s couldn’t figure out. How you had matched House’s wit on your very first day. How you- despite being babysat- had completed every test and blood swab and every challenge House had put in your way. How your face often spoke before you did, how House unconsciously searched for you in a crowd, how House looked for your input after almost anything is said, how House wants your company.

“No,” he answers. “Yes. Maybe. Why?”

Foreman looks at House like he’s stupid. “Because she likes you! How have you not figured that out?!”

“Uh, maybe because of the fact that she seemed to want to projectile vomit all over me and then sprinted out of the room? Sorry, I was too focused on the horror in her eyes to consider the fact that y/n really wants that enemies to lovers trope in real life,” House rambled.

“She thinks you’re gonna make a fool out of her, House, and I think you are too,” Foreman answers. He stares at House, searching for information he won’t get. “But… you’re less abrasive when she’s around.”

“You’re acting like she’s your precious little baby sister about to be wed to an evil ogre in the woods,” Greg mutters.

Nodding, Foreman quirked his eyebrows. “I feel like I am.”

House looks at Foreman for a long moment. “Why did you come here to tell me this?”

Eric heaves out a sigh heavy enough to know down an elephant. “Because she wants you to mean it. Y/n wants you to want her. To show her that you want her.”

“I see.”

Foreman nodded. “Don’t tell her I conversed with the enemy.”

Greg scoffed. “As if she’d voluntarily talk to me.”

Eric’s face turned sympathetic. “Just talk to her. Show her this isn’t some whim to- I don’t know, win a bet against Cuddy. Show her you feel the same.”

It was the day of the gala when House found you testing a patient’s blood. You whispered lyrics to a song Greg didn’t know as he stealthily approached you.

“Y/n.”

Your breath caught in your throat in a weird choking noise as you leapt back. “Christ, House!”

“Sorry,” House said with a very unapologetic tone. “I want to talk to you.”

“About what?” You ask plainly, looking through the low power lens of the microscope.

House leans on the table as you adjust the stage. “About… the dance. Tonight.”

You adjust the fine adjustment knob slowly, clicking your tongue unconciously. “What do you have to tell me?”

Greg looks around the lab awkwardly. He silently tried to encourage himself, mentally recalling the nights before, thinking about what to say to you. “I want to formally ask you to go to the gala with me.”

You stand at full height, facing him directly. House held his breath. He was so close to you, he thought he felt your breath on his face. “I don’t want to go. With you, Cameron, Chase, or Foreman. I don’t want to go.”

“Why?” House asked immediately.

You shake your head. “I’m-These things never go well for me House. Besides, you could just go with Cameron. I know she’s dying to go with you.”

House watches you watch him. “I don’t want to go to Cameron. I want to go with you,” he admits lowly.

“And why do you want to go with me?”

House pauses to see your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips- so fast that he almost didn’t notice. “Because I don’t like her the way I like you.’’

You swallow. “How do you like me, House?”

“Like this,” he tells you before dropping his cane and grabbing your waist. Hearing no complaints from you, Greg pulls you close to him and brings his face close to yours. At this point, House swears his vision is blurred by how fast his heart his pumping. House’s hold on your waist is possessive, protective. He hesitates, hoping you won’t reject him now.

You- thankfully- understand the words House is trying to tell you through his eyes. You carefully let your hand cup the nape of House’s neck and pull his lips down to yours. A breathless moan escapes your lips as Greg pulls you flush against him.

House’s head- for once- is silent. And his leg doesn’t seem to hurt quite so bad with your hands on his body: feeling him like he’s only dreamt about before.

And then- when you do pull back- House keeps his grip on your waist as he looks you in the eyes. “I want to go to the gala with you. If you don’t have a dress, then we can just go home.”

Your flushed lips pull into a dazed smile. “How much cleavage do you want to see?”

House groans and lets his head fall back as his eyes close. “As long as I can take it off tonight and any other day I don’t care.”

“Is that- Are you- Are you hinting at commitment? Who are you and what have you done with Gregory House?”

House guffaws sarcastically. “Careful, there. I could get you fired.”

You just laugh. “Yeah, and have the others bicker like siblings and let patients almost die thrice before diagnosing them? I don’t think so.”

“You know, you have a pretty big ego for someone who hasn’t worked here for a full year, yet,” House chides.

Scoffing, you attempt to return to the blood you were looking at before House interrupted you. “First of all, you would know about egos. Second of all, I’m good. Cuddy has spoken to me… about other positions,” you tell him vaguely.

House is taken so off guard, his arms go limp. “What?”

“Nothing I accepted,” you answer, turning back to the microscope.

House just hums. “Good.”

You murmur a quiet ‘good’ in reply. “I know how to cure this guy,” you breathe quietly. With a growing smile, you take the slide off the stage and turn off the microscope before discarding the bio-waste.

House struggled to keep up with how fast you were walking, but your kiss had definitely left him chasing you- literally and figuratively.

[nostalgicmiscellaneous]

Now that we have confirmation from Colin's mouth how much Pen not answering to his letters affected him and his behavior because he felt alone, missing her, abandoned by her and his family, their interaction in S3 part 1 becomes fascinating. I recommend you all to watch the entire season. With the knowledge we have, now that we know his feelings were already confusing him, it adds so much depth to his actions. We know now that he was truly peacocking towards her when he went to find her and she was cold to him because of what happened S2E8. We know he was using his charm to try to work on her - because he hoped it worked, that it would charm her too - but was truly being genuine when he said "I Miss You". He had missed her, he misses her and he feels quite empty. His apology and need to connect with her. Thinking that helping her would make her but also him, specially him, feel better, as she was with him, he felt good with her around. His vulnerability talking about LW shading him. Then we see him realizing how much he loves her company, how much it bother him when her attention is on any other men. Him realizing that yes, missing her so much has a reason...Can you imagine his mind? And when he received praise and admiration from the very person he was craving attention? And it makes the hard fall when he discovers LW harder for him to swallow...because everything she said to him and that pleased him so much was a lie, because she's LW and LW talked badly about him. I'm rewatching all episodes of season 3 and i'm having so many great moments with what we know about him now. and It makes his reticent behavior to kiss her even more sweet because it's almost like he's afraid it will confirm something to him, confirm he does have romantic feelings for her. He is insecure there too, because he already knows by then he's feeling something but she's asking for a kiss that will mean nothing, that she says it's just because he's a friend and she has never been kissed, nothing special to her, something practical. He wasn't down fast, i already didn't think so without knowing with spoken words, but now it's confirmed to us, he had been musing about his feelings for her for quite some time. He thought he lost her and then he though he got her back and maybe even more so now that he can understand his feelings and have a chance to make her feel that way too, but she wants distance and that their kiss, that meant everything to him, will never happen again. And with Debling showing up and trying to take her away, to distance her even more, and she seems to like his attentions, must have been hell and Luke played that so well, the longing, the loss and the understanding. Do it, watch it again with everything we now know about Colin, it makes everything so bloody great. There is whole summer where Colin was our Pen and now we have a very good glimpse of that, when we look at everything now with his perspective in mind.

[fanonical]

look people who've been around here for a while know exactly how i feel about the early doctor who serial edge of destruction but i rewatched it recently and i have feelings

so edge of destruction is the third ever serial of doctor who, right? it's an unearthly child, the daleks, then edge of destruction. and it's also kind of a bottle episode. edge of destruction is a two-parter, and is set entirely on the tardis featuring only the main cast

the plot is weird. everyone wakes up in the tardis with confusion and memory loss, not knowing what's going on. the tardis isn't safe, and strange things are happening. the ship seems to be malfunctioning, but there's nothing notably wrong with it. everyone's freaking out and accusing each other of sabotaging the tardis or hurting each other

now, as i said, this is early doctor who. companions barbara and ian had been kidnapped by the doctor and susan so they don't tell anyone that time travel is real, and at this point they don't trust the doctor and the doctor doesn't trust them. the doctor immediately starts accusing barbara and ian of sabotaging the ship to force him to take them home, which they angrily refute. they've spent the last two stories saving the doctor and susan from whatever's trying to kill them

barbara has a speech here which is brilliant and i can quote verbatim. 'do you realise, you stupid old man, that you'd have died in the cave of skulls if ian hadn't made fire for you? and what about what we went through against the daleks? not just for us, but for you and susan too. and all because you tricked us into going down to the city. accuse us? you ought to go down on your hands and knees and thank us! but gratitude's the last thing you'll ever have, or any sort of common sense either'

and the doctor spends the whole two episodes either accusing ian and barbara of being evil or being wholly unhelpful. (he straight up drugs everyone with a sedative at one point!) yeah, turns out the tardis is trying to tell them what's wrong via cryptic clues, and barbara's putting the pieces together. and the doctor still doesn't listen to her! she's so close to figuring it out and saving them all - they're all gonna die in about ten minutes and the doctor's basically given up, but barbara's trying to solve the problem

and in the end, they have the eureka moment and get out of trouble, but barbara's still understandably pissed. that is, until the doctor takes the time to apologise to her and tell her that yeah, she was right and he's sorry he didn't listen to her and he's going to do better to respect her opinions in future. they go into the next serial as friends, a first for the series to that point

so why do i love this weird little two-parter so much? because it is the moral centre of modern doctor who. this is the start of the characterisation of the doctor that we know and love. before this, the doctor is ruthless! he tries to kill a guy with a rock! he sabotages the tardis to satisfy his curiosity and lands everyone in danger from the daleks! he drugs them just because he doesn't trust them! he thinks he's smarter, better, and more important than the people he travels with

but then barbara stands up to him. she tells him that, no, she and ian are important too. and no, they're worth listening to. and yes, they can help and are worth something. and that's important, because barbara and ian are way more compassionate than the doctor is at this point. they want to help people they come across even if it means putting their own lives in danger.

sound familiar? yeah, the doctor's whole thing of helping everyone they come across and compassion towards everyone starts here. this is one of the most enduring things about the doctor and it would never have happened without barbara telling the doctor he's full of shit

and it's all because he listened to an ordinary woman

[cottonlemonade]

An Easy Job

word count: 1234 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: university AU!Tendou x chubby!Reader

genre: steamed fluff 🥟

warnings: none really, but let’s be safe and say mdni

request: I'll get a 14 for breakfast and procrastinate with Tendou || fluffy-spicy, part time job with crush Tendou

Tendou yawned and rubbed the stiffness out of his neck before grabbing the next ramen packet to sort into the shelf. It was early morning on a Sunday, still dark outside, and with the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead and the emptied aisle of instant food, the small convenience store at the edge of town had all the charm of a post-apocalyptic gas station. He knew he could have gotten a job closer to his dorm, heck, even on campus but this neglected shop was the only place that had accepted a foreigner as a part-timer, and because Tendou was nothing if not hopelessly in love he easily shouldered the 45-minute commute without second thought to keep you company.

“Good morning.”, you said behind him, holding out a cup of steaming coffee from a cart down the street. He smiled and accepted it with both hands, squinting slightly against the blinding radiance of your beauty as well as the intensely bright ceiling lamp above you.

“I thought about what you said yesterday and I think my answer would have to be: No, a hot dog is not a sandwich.”

“Bold decision.” He grinned after you while you put your bag behind the counter by the cash register.

The store got so little foot traffic that on most days you were simply there to rotate the stock and make sure no stray cat wandered in to steal treats off the shelf - truly a growing issue that warranted two people keeping an eye out - which meant, you had plenty of time to just chat and goof around. Tendou couldn’t have dreamed of a better job. Being paid to hang out with his crush one-on-one and free (only slightly expired) snacks was all he could ever ask for.

The shift went on as it usually did. You diligently swept the still spotless floors, whilst playing “I spy”, next went through the rows of goods to check the best before dates, then eventually you both settled behind the counter. He shuffled the deck of cards you had brought and for the first few rounds, you’d talk about the latest episode of a show you were both addicted to and discuss at length which thus far undomesticated animal would be man’s new best friend. It was dreary gray outside, not much of an upgrade from the freezing dark morning, but the shop was warm at least.

“Hey, y/n-chan.”, he said as you picked up your cards for the next round, “I was wondering if you have some dating advice maybe?”

“Dating advice?”, you stopped short and looked at him with surprise at this sudden change in topic, “For you?”

“Yeah?”

“From me?”

“Yeah.”

“Uhm… I mean I’m flattered but”, you squinted down at yourself, at the pudgy ball of tummy that protruded quite prominently as you sat, “I don’t pull as much as you might think I do.”

He snickered.

“Hard to believe but okay.”

“What do you need help with?”

“I mean, I obviously know how to talk to girls in general.”

“Yes, obviously.”

“But I am, shall we say, a bit rusty… when it comes to the actual date part.”

“I see.”, you said and suppressed a smile as you discarded a card onto a pile, “Where are you taking her?”

Tendou kept a close eye on you, hoping your reaction might give him some sort of indication of how you felt about him. He was already a little disappointed that you didn’t start sobbing at the idea of him on a date with someone.

“This is all very hypothetical. There, uhm, is no date yet.”

“I see.”

A little flutter bubbled in his chest when he saw a small smirk on your lips.

“But maybe Paris? Although,”, he held his chin in thought, “that might be more a second date kinda thing, I dunno. Where would you wanna go?”

One snorting laugh later you said, “Maybe the arcade? There is this really cool one near uni that’s super old school. Yeah, I think that would be my ideal first date. It’s fun, it’s easy to talk there and you get to know the other person very well by seeing how they behave when they lose. And maybe he could win me a plushie at the claw machines, that would be so cute.”

Tendou nodded, not so subtly taking frantic notes on his phone as you went on, “We could get some taiyaki or these amazing bubble waffles to share. On the way home he might give me his jacket…”, you were rotating the seat of your stool dreamily from side to side at this point, looking at your cards without really seeing them. “And once he walked me home we’d kiss goodnight aaand that’s it.” You discarded an ace of clubs and looked at him expectantly. “Was that helpful?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks. I was just wondering. Of course, I’ve kissed a whole bunch of girls before.”

“Of course.”

“But is there maybe something I should know? Like … where to put my hands and … and how much pressure to use and … stuff like that?”

Tendou felt his heart thumping in his throat when you grabbed the edge of the counter and pulled yourself closer to him.

“We could start with the pressure. Let’s see what you got.”

“What?”

“Is that not what you wanted?”

He froze, worried if he would move all of this would turn out to be one of the many daydreams he’d had since working here.

Slowly your teasing smile started to fade and you began moving backwards again, “Sorry, Satori, I thought-“

His hand shot out to snatch the seat of your stool that was hidden underneath your plush thighs. He held you in place, nervous but ready. Your surprised expression turned to blush, full of anticipation.

By capturing your chair he had leaned forward and was only a breath’s width away from your face. His eyes darted down to your lips for a split second and back up to meet your eyes. Then, with another moment’s hesitation, he kissed you. It wasn’t like it seemed in the movies, he thought. This was so much better. He still tasted the strawberry flavor from the gummi bears you shared earlier. He wanted more. A tug of his arm made you gasp against him as he drew you so close that your chairs were touching now. Your knees between his, still sitting on your stools you deepened the kiss. He wanted to cry with joy at the feeling of your tongue dancing with his, his hands came up to cup your cheeks. More. Closer. His right hand wandered lower again, down to your waist. You were so impossibly soft, how was he ever supposed to stop touching you? He pulled a third time, now having you sit on his lap. He stupidly wondered if his thigh was comfortable enough for you before he trapped you with his arms on either side, your back gently pressed against the cash register. Your hands came up to hold his shoulders, his neck, his cheek, then your fingers were in his hair and if he wouldn’t have been so focused on your taste he would have moaned into your mouth at the feeling.

Neither of you noticed the gray tabby strolling through the door and purposefully striding towards the cat treats to help herself.

a/n: thank you anon for this request. I’m sorry it took so long, this was a tough one to figure out 🧐 I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless 🌟

Thank you @haikyu-mp4 for brainstorming!

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

David and Michael talk about the S2 Finale 🥺

David and Michael interview with Kim Roots from TVLine, about the S2 finale. July 2023 [S2 Promo: C: I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We're a team, a grou p. And we spend our existence pretending that we aren't.]

KR: What happens in the finale between Crowley and Aziraphale is something that some fans have been yearning for a very long time. Was there a pressure? Did you have any conversations about what this might mean to the fandom? Talk to me a little bit about like when you found out this was going to happen and kind of your initial reactions.

Michael: Well, you know, the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley, obviously, is something that the audience seemed to really warm to, and obviously was part of why the idea of doing Season 2, you know, seemed like it could be something that could work. Following how that relationship develops has been something that the audiences have really got into. So we've taken that very seriously, and Neil takes it incredibly seriously. So tracking that relationship and that journey between them, because obviously on the surface, they seem like they're complete opposites, and yet clearly, they're kind of compelled towards each other in all kinds of ways. And now that they've been being cut off from their respective head offices, they only have each other, so that pulls them together a lot more, doesn't it? And the stakes are always high around them, and they sort of end up going on a journey together, but it takes them to different places and where we leave things at the end..

David: Well, that's the thing. Nothing is resolved. So whatever happens and whatever you may have seen at the end of Episode 6, it's also important to note that that doesn't finish the story. In fact, that just sor of ruptures things.

Michael: It's the start of another story.

[S2 Promo: A: I forgive. C: Don't bother.]

David:I think you have to be careful if there is something delicate that has generated a lot of excitement about where will that end up. As soon as you end up there, as soon as you finish that story, it's all over, isn't it?

Michael: You don't really want to find out who killed Laura Palmer. [Twin Peaks series plot]

David: Yeah, exactly. Exactly.

KR Like you said, David, there is no resolution, which made me very happy because this feels primed for a third go-around at some point. Have you had any conversations about that with Neil about possibly keeping the story going?

David: Well, if you've seen where Series 2 ends, there's certainly the teasing of further tales to come, isn't there? Whether we will ever find out what those tales are is in the lap of... well, certainly not on our lap.

Michael: No, it's on the laps of the audience.

David: Laps of the audience, yes.

Michael: We are sitting firmly...

David: In the tops of the audience as it streaming.

Michael: Yeah, it's not in my lap. I know that. When we first started Series 1, we always knew that the story went a lot further because Neil and Terry had talked about it. They just hadn't written it down, but we knew there were ideas, and we have not yet reached the end of those ideas.

David: No.

Michael: You know, if we get a chance to tell more of this story, it does already exist.

David: Yes.

[prettymuchteddy]

People who say that House Hightower destroyed the Targaryen dynasty are kind of silly because House Strong is right there. Like House Strong really apparently wanted to get in on the action and just helped bring down a monarchy.

Harwin straight-up had illegitimate children with the crown princess. And yes I know it takes two to tango but Harwin could have stopped it, though as we see in episode 6 he is more than down with this arrangement. The fact that the children just kept coming out looking nothing like her and he still kept seeing Rhaenyra. After Jace he should have taken a step back, I guess he wanted to see if things would change with Luke? Clearly not. The rumors about Rhaenyra's children just tarnished her reputation and put a target on their children's backs. This was him supporting Rhaenyra too and all he was doing was making things worse.

Larys is a whole nother level. The man flipped sides more than a pancake on a stove. The man was plotting against everyone, I swear. He was undermining anyone who wasn't outright helping him. He even got some personal hits in by helping force Rhaenyra out of King's Landing and then poisoning Aegon. This man was made for chaos and he happened to be born in the right time for it.

Lyonel is rarely talked about but it needs to be said, if Viserys neglected the growing problems so did Lyonel. He watched for years as his son, the commander of the city watch, got close to the princess and her having children who looked suspiciously like him yet said nothing. It's not until Criston Cole mentions it that he confronts Harwin. Like just because no one has had the guts to say doesn't mean no one was thinking it. He said it himself Harwin is committing treason that can result in the exile/death of Harwin, Rhaenyra, and the children but again why say it this late?

Just when you thought all the Strongs were dead after Aemond's attack on Harrenhal, enter Alys Rivers. Whether you believe that she cast a spell on Aemond or not, she followed her family tradition of messing with the Targaryens. Intentionally or not, she led Aemond to Daemon and was there to witness them kill each other. Single handily, she killed two Taragryens as well as two dragons: Vhagar and Caraxes. Then she ran off with baby Aemondcito to vibe at her vacant family home.

Say what you will about the Hightowers, I have never seen such a collected group effort by one family (unintentional or not) to cause so much chaos to another family. They were on opposing sides at some points yet still through every step were petty and screwed over the Targaryens. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. This was mostly me highlighting how weirdly funny it is how involved House Strong was in taking down the Targaryens before they themselves went extinct as a house. No hate to anyone just weird how connected they are with everything.

[genderqueerdykes]

hey anon saying "my abuser was a trans man so trans men hate trans women" I just want you to know I'm a transmasc person who was literally abused horrifically on the basis of sharing a similar pronoun and gender identity to my then-girlfriend's ex. she used the abuse of an entirely unrelated person as an excuse to insinuate I never respected her and would regularly scream at me and even invalidated my trauma over a relative dying using her own trauma.

she also, unsurprisingly, was a rampant transandrophobe, calling me horrible and transmisogynistic because I challenged her as a trans woman over saying blatantly transphobic things about trans men and transmascs (myself included).

because it was never about truth, it was about being on top and being the most inconvenienced and being in control of the conversation of suffering (this went beyond us fighting over my gender).

think why you feel that way, that you need sole dictation over the conversation and can't let anyone else breathe their words about experiences that may challenge how you feel, anon

if I were to do what she did, and say I was uncomfortable with trans women because they can be abusive, I would rightfully be ripped limb from limb for the transmisogynistic notion that trans women are remotely a monolith or are abusive based solely on my experience

but I guess trans men aren't owed that same equivalence. they are forced to live a double standard there. because you don't respect us enough for it. why is that.

"because it was never about truth, it was about being on top and being the most inconvenienced and being in control of the conversation of suffering,"

"if I were to do what she did, and say I was uncomfortable with trans women because they can be abusive, I would rightfully be ripped limb from limb for the transmisogynistic notion that trans women are remotely a monolith or are abusive based solely on my experience"

i had to highlight these bits in particulare because good god you worded this so perfectly. i am so sorry you have had this experience but you knocked the ball so far out of the park that i am genuinely in awe of how well you conveyed this, and how absolutely fucked peoples' double standards are when it comes to abuse and how people think that trans men and mascs have it "so much easier in life". you're dead on the money. NONE of this has to do with talking about oppression and looking out for one another.

this behavior is about control.

it's about controlling the narrative. some people literally get so insecure when the conversation turns away from them for even a moment, they think it means that everyone is their enemy. yes, trans women have an absolutely awful time in cisheternormative society. so do trans men.

i have been emotionally and sexually abused and harassed by 3 separate trans women. one of which struck me with an object, another who stole something out of my purse while i was asleep and continuously kept trying to get in my pants after she found out i had a vagina despite me repeatedly turning her down, and another who mocked me for my psychotic episodes and repeatedly swore up and down that i didn't have DID and just in general gaslit and emotionally abused the fuck out of me. the woman who hit me also constantly kept insinuating that penises are what make a man a man, and would not stop making me feel bad for not having a biopenis.

once everyone found out i had a vag, suddenly, i was a cishet woman in their house and i was public enemy #1. i had to deal with my cis gay male roommate shrieking about how he's gay, boobs and vaginas are disgusting, he's a MAN attracted to MEN. meanwhile, my ex girlfriend (the one who hit me) made me feel like shit for being a man without a penis almost every single day. she would guilt trip me about how she missed being with partners with biopenises and would spend all day telling me that she loved me, but then would turn around and scream and yell at me and tell me that i'm an evil asshole.

the transandrophobia i have had to deal with at the hands of other trans women has been absolutely fucking staggering. we need to stop fostering a culture where this is okay because it's genuinely getting people hurt. like you said, if a transmasc were to say "i hate trans women, they're all mean and shitty and abusive," they would literally be torn limb from fucking limb. and rightfully so, because it's a dogshit thing to say. but we HAVE to start telling people who do this to trans men to fuck OFF and stop it.

i am very sorry you went through that. i hope things improve for you, and that you're able to spend time in company that treats you with respect. nobody should have to deal with literal profiling just because of their gender.

is that what we're doing now? profiling people based off of their gender? how is that progressive? how is that liberating? how is that trans rights? it ain't.

[punishereditz]

Sex And The Multiverse

Pairing: Deadpool x Wolverine x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Blind Al cameo. Mentions of drugs. Swearing. Smut. Threesome. Oral. (M receiving) Anal. P in V. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Double penetration. Fingering. Spanking. Hair pulling. Overstimulation. Creampie. Squirting. Lube. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Mask kink.

AN: For the girls who love sex and the city.

Word count: 1.8k words.

Summary: When you can't choose between Deadpool or Wolverine; they choose for you.

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You never imagined your life would be like Carrie Bradshaw's. But here you are. Your life like an episode of the show. But... you're not living the glamorous life of Carrie. You're not being invited to all the cool parties or hanging out with Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda or going shoe shopping. No. You're living the toxic and chaotic life of Carrie Bradshaw.

The life of men. You're currently in her shoes right now. Your torn between Adain and Mr. Big. In this scenario, You're Carrie. Wade is Adien and Logan is Mr. Big. You're with Wade, and you love him. But after things started to go wrong in his universe, he needed Logan to save his world and well, you needed Wade to protect you from the TVA. You snuck into his universe. Running away from your past. But then your past was back into your life. Logan.

You knew him in another world. You loved him. He loved you. Then disaster happened. You ran away and found happiness you thought you lost in Wade. Everything started to settle. Became normal. Then Logan came into the picture. Yes, he wasn't your Logan, but it was enough to make those old feelings rekindle. You were in a bad situation. You were overwhelmed with emotions. You don't know what to do. After being by their side to save his universe and defeat Cassandrea Nova, Wade made the decision for Logan to stay in his world.

Yes, it was nice of him and the "worst" Logan was happy, but you were miserable. You hated yourself for letting your mind go to places it shouldn't be going. But you simply couldn't resist yourself. And with each passing day, it slowly got worse and worse. So, when Wade and Logan went off on a mission. Having to help the TVA out, you were grateful. You stride through the apartment until you found blind Al.

"Hi. I need your help with something." You leaned against the doorframe, and she scoffed.

"I don't care."

"I'll get you some coke if you help me."

"I'm listening." You chuckled at how quickly she agreed after your offer.

"I can't decide between Adien and Mr. Big."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Alright. Forget that. What I'm trying to say is that I'm thinking about Logan."

"So?"

"So... I'm thinking about him in ways I shouldn't." There was a pause. Silence taking over the room for a moment. She hummed. Sitting down at the table in front of you.

"And that's a problem how?"

"I'm with Wade." Blind Al noticed the stress in your tone. She tried to think of how to reassure you.

"We can't stop our minds from wondering. I love Molly but I think about Mary Jane." You rolled your eyes at how she used drugs as an example.

"Al, I'm serious. I don't know what to do. I... thought I moved on from Logan but apparently, I haven't. I mean... I know I can't have both, but how do I choose?"

Al sighed. Shaking her head. "You don't. You're overthinking this. Let your heart decide." She stood up. "Now don't forget you owe me now." And there went that sincere moment. You sighed. Watching as she walked away. You went into Wade's room. Laying down on his bed. Thinking over Blind Al's words.

While all this happened, you didn't realize that Wade and Logan were back from the mission and that Logan had picked up on the conversation. He wasn't going to say anything, but Wade pushed until he finally caved and told him. They stood at the bottom of the stairs. Taking in the new information. Thats when Wade had an idea. He told Logan and he was hesitant. But with enough talking, Wade got him talked into it. They went into the apartment, telling Blind Al to leave. Which at first, she refused, but then Wade gave her the same offer you gave her, and she quickly left. Once she was gone, Wade immediately found you. He smiled under his mask.

"Hi baby girl." You smiled. Getting up from the bed. You went over to him. Wrapping your arms around him for a hug. His hands going down to your ass. Giving it a squeeze. "Wade!" You squealed, but before you could do anything else, you felt another set of hands rest on your waist. "Hey princess." Logan spoke lowly in your ear. Your cheeks flushed a bright red shade, and you felt all your oxygen leave your body.

"Aw. Did peanut make you flustered there?" Wade teased. Tilting his head to the side. You swallowed hard.

"Wh- what are you two up to?" You stuttered over your words.

"Well, baby girl. A little heightened sense birdy heard that you've been watching a lot of sex and the city recently." Wade chimed. Your eyes going wide as you realized they heard everything. They both moved closer to you. You were trapped between their bodies. Wade's hands stayed on your ass. His chest almost touching yours. His bulge against your lower stomach. Logan's hands on your sides. His bulge pressed against your ass. Oh lord.

"Want us both huh?" Logan said and you felt him move closer. His body completely pressed against yours now. You gasped. "Well, you can have it princess." He growled in your ear. A shiver running down your spine. Wade suddenly picked you up. Carrying you over to the desk in his room. He sat you down. His masked eyes heavy on you. Logan came over next to Wade. Looking down at you through masked eyes as well. In a blink of an eye, Logan used his claws to cut your shirt. The fabric falling to the ground. Then Wade was gripping your pants and pulling them down. They worked together to undress you, and you were naked in front of them in just a second. Everything was happening so fast. You didn't have time to process or protest anything.

Logan pushed you down onto the desk. Bent you over, laying on your stomach. Logan ran his hands over your ass. Smacking it. You looked up to see Wade walk in front of you. "Such a good little slut for us." Wade cooed. "Such a good girl." Logan said as his hand came down for another smack.

"Think you can handle both of us princess?" Logan spoke and Wade grabbed your chin. Tilting your head up to look at him. "Answer his question sweetie." You swallowed hard at Wade's words. Slowly nodding. "Y-yes." Logan grinned and he spoke. "Good girl."

Then you suddenly felt one of fingers slip into your cunt. You whimpered. But your sounds were quickly muffled as Wade pushed his cock into your mouth. You hummed in delight. Your eyes fluttering shut as you started to bob your head. Sucking his cock as Logan fingered you. His finger curling up. Your arousal growing. Your little sounds getting louder as he pushed another finger in. You paused for a moment. Trying to adjust, but Wade wouldn't let you stop. He rested his hand on the back of your head and started to push your head forward. Pulling you back. Pushing forward again.

Logan growled at the sight of you sucking Wade's cock and your ass in front of him. He couldn't take it any longer. Without warning, he pulled his hand away. Replacing his fingers with his cock. Your loud moan was muffled as he pushed the tip in. Slowly pushing further until you were taking every single inch of him. That wasn't enough though. He wasn't just going to make you take him. Logan pushed your head down. Making you take every inch of Wade as well. Logan and Wade both thrusted into you. Matching each other's rhythm. Wade's cock hitting the back of your throat. Gagging with each thrust. Logan's cock hitting your g-spot with each harsh thrust of his.

It was so overwhelming. You were so full. You didn't think you could take this, but with each thrust into your dripping pussy and mouth, they proved you wrong. You've had a lot of good sex, but nothing on this level. You didn't even know where to start with describing the pleasure you were feeling; actually... you couldn't. You can't describe the pleasure because you've never felt this kind of pleasure before. It was so good. So good. Your climax was building up quick. Logan knew this. So, he pounded into you faster until you were soaking his cock and choking on Wade's. They both slowed down. Pulled your slumped body up. "Look at you... taking us both. You did so well." Wade praised.

"We need you to take more. Can you do that sweetheart?" Logan whispered in your ear. You nodded. Trying to catch your breath. Still coming down from your orgasm. "Good girl." Wade said and Logan picked you up. Carrying you over to the bed. Wade laid down. Pulling you down on top of him. "Such a good slut. This is what you wanted? Both of us?" Wade teased as he pushed his cock into your cunt. You gasped. Logan's finger starting to trace and rub over your asshole. "Oh, fuck. Yes!" You moaned your answer loudly.

"Good. Because we're just getting started with you." Logan said after he had rubbed lube on his cock and dripped some down the crack of your ass. Then he carefully started to push his cock into your asshole. Once his cock was settled into you. Wade started thrusting up. Logan falling behind him. You thought earlier was overwhelming, but this? They filled your holes perfectly. Your walls clenching around them as they fucked you. Their cocks twitching.

Logan grabbed you by the hair. Gripping it so he could fuck you harder. Wade holding onto your hips. Steadying you against him and Logan. Your moans turned to shouts. Moaning their names. Your climax sneaking up on you again. This one hitting you harder. Your legs starting to shake. Wades cock twitched and throbbed in your cunt as he came. Your orgasm following after him. You squirted on his cock and his red suit. Logan reached his arm around. His finger finding your clit. Starting to rub fast circles. "That's it princess. Fucking soak 'em." Logan growled. His cock slamming into your ass and his motions on your clit making you squirt more. It all got to Logan, and he filled your asshole up with his cum. Coming to a stop with one last harsh thrust.

You were breathless. A film of sweat covering your skin. Your body weak and shaking. Wade and Logan weren't going to let you off of the hook though. "Can you be a good girl for us and take some more?" Logan whispered his words in your ear with a wicked grin. This was going to be a very... very long night.

[scarletaqua]

Trophy (18+)

G!P Bada Lee x (Jam Republic) Reader

I’m so obsessed with her😭

Some of the scenarios here doesn’t follow the first episode of SWF2. For example, I put Jam republic seats across BEBE.

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Bada won the trophy…

Y/n’s POV:

“I’m so nervous. Everyone is so intimidating”

Being in the same group with ‘THE Kirsten’ is probably the best thing that happened to me. She taught me everything there is to know about dancing. I started dancing five years ago, hence the nervousness.

“Girl, you got this. Why do you think I picked you to join this competition?”

Kirsten’s reassurance calms me down a bit. But I still can’t help to overthink scenarios in my mind. Especially when I’m trying not to fangirl over Bada Lee. She’s the reason I pursue this career, it’s feels like a dream knowing that your idol is sitting across you. And staring at you.

The Mc’s voice rang through out the place meaning the break’s over and we’re now starting with a freestyle battle. Audrey asked me what’s happening and why are the other contenders suddenly looks serious, i told her that they’re starting the show with a battle. Knowing how to speak Korean is a blessing to me and my teammates. I thank duolingo.

“So why does everyone look like they have beef with each other?” Audrey whispered.

“For drama”, I whispered back to her.

“Ahh”

“Guys, listen.” Kirsten pulls all of us out of the conversation to listen to the host. I didn’t even noticed that Latrice and the others were listening.

“Nod your head y’all, like you understand what he’s saying”

“Great thinking, Latrice” , Emma responded.

As the battle of ‘No Respect’ comes up, a girl from 1million, Redy, challenges Bada to a battle. Which of course Bada won, they must have some sort of past relation when Bada answered Redy’s ‘No Respect’ challenge with ‘Subin-ah, you’re still an eight grader to me’.

After Kirsten’s battle against a girl from Mannequeen, everyone took a break.

“Hey, someone’s looking at you” Ling suddenly pointed out to me. And the girls of course turned their heads to where Ling is looking. Bada went back to her position talking to her members before I even see her looking at me.

“She’s probably a fan of Kirsten, Ling” I told her, but then she just smiled at me as if she knows something. “What? I’m just saying”

“Stop it. I’m gonna go to the washroom”

I stood up from my seat and skim my way through the crowd of staffs. I finally found the washroom and went inside to fix my make up. I can’t believe I saw Bada. She’s so tall and charismatic. And her dance against Redy is something that would probably stick in my mind even after this show. As i was re-applying my lipstick the bathroom door opened revealing Bada. I tried not to look at her when she washes her hands beside me. More likely I can’t, I’m like frozen in spot.

“Hey”

Oh my god, she’s talking to me. Okay be cool, be cool.

“Hello” I responded in Korean, as I bowed to greet her.

“Oh you can speak Korean, that’s great” I look up at her to see her smiling down at me. It’s a great sight to see. Like God’s blessing. “So, you’re from Jam Republic right?”

“Yes”

“I’m Bada by the way. Bada Lee, from BEBE” she holds out her hand for me to shake.

“I’m Y/n L/n. And I know who you are, I’m a fan”

I gently shook her hand and she seems pleased with my respond. Stop looking at me with that smile, I’m gonna melt. I was going to let go of the handshake when she pulls me a bit closer to her.

“Can I take you out to dinner?”

Huh?

“Huh?”

“I’d like to take you out on a date, if it’s okay with you”

“Huh?”

My Lord, Save me.

Actually don’t, but pray for me. This woman is too much. I can’t believe she asked me out. I must be dreaming. No, I need to calm down. I have to think this through. Girl! What’s there to think about this is Bada Lee!

“In one condition, if you win another battle. I’ll go on a date with you” Why did i say that! I should’ve said yes!

“You can’t back out now. Pick you up at 8.” She slowly let go of my hand and gave me a smile before walking out the door.

I can’t breathe

I went out after 10 minutes to calm myself down. I then sat down with my teammates, Ling once again looked at me with a teasing smile.

“Your admirer went out looking for you, did you guys meet?”

“No”

“Hmmm”

~Timeskip after the battle~

“So, I’ll be seeing you at 8 then”

Of course she won, I should’ve said yes earlier, now my teammates can’t stop looking at me.

“Yes, actually you can take her now”

“Ling! Oh my god, don’t mind her please” Bada laughs at them and then looked at me waiting for my answer. “I’ll text you my address” , I gave her my phone to type her number in.

“I’ll be waiting for your text”

Bada went with her teammates to their dressing room, skipping happily like a kid. I watched her vanish from my view as my team and I made our way to our room.

“Did not meet, my ass”

“Shut up, Ling”, I tried to walk faster so I can think about what just happened.

“You should invite her to your apartment here, I mean her dinner is there”

“Please stop.”

“Nope”

“Kirsten please make her stop”

“Nuh-uh, I’m enjoying this”

Kill me now

~Timeskip~

I texted Bada my location as soon as I got home. I bought an apartment here in Korea when I attended a dance class for half a year. I immediately took a shower and pick out my outfit. I ended up with a red satin fitted dress and matched my make up with it.

I’m now sitting in my couch waiting for Bada to arrive. She haven’t texted me back but she read my message so it’s okay. As I was skimming through Netflix on what to watch while waiting for her, my doorbell rang. She’s pretty early, it’s only 7:30pm. I opened my door revealing a drenched Bada.

“Oh my god! What happened to you? Come in!”

I immediately took a towel from my cupboard and gave it to her.

“It’s okay its only my jacket that is wet. It’s raining so hard outside, we might have to re schedule our date.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. It must have been a hassle getting here.” How did I not notice the weather outside, now I feel bad for making her come here.

“It’s alright. I brought some wine, and these are for you”, she handed me the flowers and set down the wine on the coffee table. She looks so good drying her hair.

“You didn’t have to you know, but thank you. I appreciate it”, I stood up and put the flowers on a vase. I was gonna put it on the dining table when I bumped into Bada.

“Careful now”

“Sorry, I didn’t see you behind me”

“Let me take those, you want it in your dining table right?”

She took the vase from my hand and put them on the table. I did not notice what she was wearing when she came in earlier, but now that I have time to check her out, she look so handsome in a button up shirt and black slacks. I did not notice her calling my name, as I was busy thanking the lord.

“Y/n, you alright?”

“Huh? Oh yes. I was just thinking, we don’t have to reschedule our date.” Bada looked at me waiting for me to continue.

“We can just order food and have our date here”

‘…her dinner is there…’ out of my head, Ling.

“Uh, sure. We can do that. What do you want?”

We decided on Chinese food and sat down ourselves in the living room. Bada standing in front of the tv looking for a movie to watch while I look at my messages. I ignored the one from my teammates, they’re probably wondering what’s happening.

“Hey, the food place is running late on schedule. They said it might take a while because of the rain.” Bada informed me, as she typed in her phone.

“That’s okay, we can watch a movie while waiting for the food”

I poured the wine on our glasses and handed hers. I took a sip of my glass and looked at the tv. I can’t believe how she can look so charismatic while looking for a movie. Oh Lord. I’m down bad. This is bad. I took another sip of my wine, it’s honestly sweet, I leaned forward to looked at the brand of the wine when I heard Bada asked me about a movie.

“Y/n, what about this one. It’s abou-“

I looked up at Bada waiting for her to continue what she’s saying, only to see her looking down past my face. Or rather my chest. I quickly leaned back fixing my dress a bit.

“I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to stare at your chest”

Bada is now blushing furiously, it’s unusual to see her like this. All flustered and stuttering her words. Interesting.

“It’s alright, sit beside me. Let’s watch your pick” I said as I pat the space beside me on the couch.

Bada sat beside me, with at least two feet between us. I laughed at her and told her to sit closer. She did sat closer but her face is still red from the event earlier. The movie starts playing it’s a horror film with Jenna Ortega in it. I think it’s called ‘X’. The thunder and rain outside fits perfectly with the movie. I looked at the person beside me, watching the movie so intensely. I can see her side profile perfectly, her sharp jaw, her tall nose. Everything about is so attractive. I saw her clenched her jaw, while watching the movie.

“Ohh~ baby. Just like that~”

Huh?

I immediately turned my head towards the tv and saw what’s happening. They���re having sex. That’s why she was clenching her jaw. Oh my god.

Third Person POV:

Y/n can’t help but noticed Bada’s response to the movie. She saw Bada quietly took a pillow and put it on her lap. She thought it was probably to help her be more comfortable. What she didn’t know is Bada was trying not to react to the movie. Bada’s grip on the pillow harden, turning her knuckles white. And this time Y/n ask if she’s feeling okay.

“Y-yes. Just feeling a bit hot”, Bada answered trying to not look at the gorgeous girl beside her.

“I can turn on the air conditioner if you want”

Y/n stood up trying to find the remote for the AC, and she found the remote beside Bada.

Y/n leaned forward to reach the remote but failed. She then gave up when Bada told her not to turn the AC on. Bada then poured more wine to her glass and downed it in one go. The movie continues now with the horror scenes. Y/n is a scaredy cat. Bada learned that tonight, when she felt Y/n screamed and hug her. Bada gave in and hugged Y/n closer to her. Her perfume intoxicating her, leaning herself towards the smaller girl. Y/n not noticing the effect she had on Bada, she climbed on her lap replacing the pillow on Bada’s lap. Y/n heard Bada groans thinking she hurt the girl.

“I’m sorry, did I hit you?” Y/n pulled away and asked worriedly.

The taller girl did not answer and just looked at her in the eye. Y/n was surprised at the close proximity between them. She was going to get up from Bada’s lap when she was pulled back in the old position.

“Stay, Y/n”

Bada leaned her head on Y/n’s shoulder pulling the smaller girl closer to her. This gave her more opportunity to smell that intoxicating perfume once again. Turning her head towards Y/n’s neck, she places a small kiss and pulled away. Y/n now understanding what’s happening, blushes and covers her face. She can feel it underneath her. Bada just got more attractive in her eyes.

“Don’t hide your pretty face from me”

Y/n slowly remove her hands away from her face. Her breathing became heavy, she looks down at Bada’s lips then back at her eyes. The way she looks right now is the one thing that Bada will never let anyone see. Her arms around her neck, hands on her waist, it’s perfect.

“We can stop, if you want-”

Y/n captured her lips before Bada even finishes what she’s saying. Bada responded with the same passion. They both kissed liked they’ve been starved for years. Y/n grinds herself to Bada earning a groan from the other girl. Bada’s grip on Y/n’ waist tightened as she helps her grind on her crotch. Bada’s hands pushed Y/ns dress up and caress her thigh. Y/n’s hands began unbuttoning Bada’s shirt, throwing it on the couch once she got it off of her.

Bada trails her kisses down to the other girl’s jaw and neck. Earning a moan as she sucks on the skin. With gentle hands she pulled the strap of the dress down Y/n’s shoulder as she kisses her way down. Y/n elicited a moan when Bada sucked on her nipple. Covering her mouth in response, Bada saw this and grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her mouth.

“I want to hear everything tonight”

Bada continued to ravaged her body not missing any skin untouched. Y/n on the other hand work her way through the taller girls belt. Unbuckling it was the easy part, reaching down to unzip it is not. Bada pulled away and let the girl do what she wants. Y/n got down to her knees and unzip Bada’s pants. She then pulled it down along with the boxers. Bada’s hardness slaps against her stomach startling the kneeling girl. Y/n wraps her hands around the length and looked at Bada. She then starts to move her hands up and down and leaned herself forward kissing Bada.

“Fuck…Y/n”

Bada threw her head back when she felt Y/n sucking her off. She felt incredible, her hands find their ways on Y/n’s hair pushing her down her lenght.

“Almost there baby”

Y/n bobs her hear faster as the grip on her hair tightened. Bada came and watched the girl swallows her cum as she praised her.

“Atta girl”

Y/n removed all the clothing from her body, she looked at Bada’s crotch seeing that it’s hard once again. Bada couldn’t take it anymore, she pulled Y/n down and lay her down on the couch. Bada’s hands found their way between Y/n’s legs.

“No, I want you. Inside”

Y/n looked at Bada as she lined Bada’s cock to her entrance. Bada pushed her tip in feeling the way Y/n arch her back. Bada was gonna let Y/n adjust to her size, but right now all she wanna do is fuck Y/n hard.

“I’m sorry”

“What-Ahh!”

And she did, Bada slams all her length inside Y/n. She was going on a rough pace and Y/n was loving it. She leaned forward to sucked on Y/n breast as she fucks her roughly. She kissed Y/n passionately whispering praises to her. Bada then leaned back to admire Y/n. Y/n’s glossy eyes looking back at her, her boobs following the rhythm of her hips, and her moans. This stirs up something in her, seeing Y/n getting fucked senselessly by her. This made her thrust her hips faster, causing Y/n to let out a chocked moan. Y/n pulled her down to hold on to her. Y/n’s moans are now by her ears, making her groan.

“So-so big. Harder”

Y/n pleaded and Bada complied positioning herself deeper and hitting the spongy part inside Y/n. Y/n’s moaning is getting louder as Bada kept hitting that part.

Ding~dong~

Ding~dong~

Y/n pushed Bada and try to make her stop thrusting her hips.

“I-I think it’s the-the food..fuckk”

“Then open it” Bada suggested

Bada pulled out and let Y/n answer the door. She saw her hiding behind the door trying to cover her naked state. Bada quietly walk towards Y/n as she closes the door and locking it. And before Y/n can turn around, Bada pinned her to the door, pushing herself inside her once again.

“W-wait Bada. He-He’s still out- fuck..”

Bada returned to her previous pace, holding Y/n hips and pulling her back a bit. This new position is hitting Y/n in all the right places. Bada’s hips thrust faster and harder wanting to hear Y/n break and moan loudly.

“Let me hear you, baby”

Bada’s almost at her limit and she knows Y/n is too by the way she clenched around her. She didn’t want this to end but seeing Y/n struggling to stand, she knew she had to. Y/n leaned her head back to Bada’s shoulder, and arching her back allows Bada to fuck her faster.

“Cum for me, Y/n”

Bada whispered to her, and like a switch her body complied. Moaning loudly as she felt Bada finished inside her as well. Y/n’s body collapsed as Bada carried her to her room. Y/n felt Bada slip in beside her spooning her as they drifted to sleep.

They found their drinks outside the apartment the next morning…

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This is my first story and I can’t believe I made this. It’s prolly trash

Bada got me on a leash.

[lover-girl-estxx]

Not my gif

Season 4 episode 10 spoilers (haven't finished this season)

this is Angst Angst Angst

| 3rd Person POV |

Y/n didn't even know what day it was, she been in her and jjs bed- well I guess just her bed now. Since they got back from Morocco, her mind couldn't wrap around the fact that her boyfriend since freshman year was gone. I mean he has to come back right? She thought everyone came back, Big John, ward, John b and Sarah they all came back.

She laid there for days just thinking about everything, thinking that when JJ looked to her on that island and asked "you wanna just stay here and never leave? Surf all day, catch fish, hook up whenever sounds good to me" with a big smile across his face she brushed him off but now she'd take it all back and say "yeah Jay let's stay here forever".

"she's been in there for 4 days we have to do something" John B said "what can we do?" Kie said "something" Sarah added "I'll make her food okay?" Pope said standing up. "Hey Y/n" he said softly peeking his head in the door, She wrapped up in JJs hoodie zoning out but reruns of they're favorite shows played. She slightly looked over at him "I brought you some food" he set it on her nightstand "you need anything else?" He added she shook her head, his hand went over the handle "thanks Pope" she whispered "yeah".

It turned dark out and it dead silent in the house now, she put her shoes on and grabbed her backpack. And slipped out the window of the room. She finally got to the liquor store "two 5th of you cheapest vodka please" she said and put a leader of Coke "ID" the woman asked Y/n pulled out her fake ID and handed it to her.

Now that was her thing crying and drinking the thought of him away. The times she would get up it would be to look at something else of jjs. This time she looked out her window, John B stood in front of a tree out front JJ Maybank craved into it she took her bottle and went outside. "hey y/n" she stood next to him "hey.." he looked down to see that bottle in her hand and the smell coming off her breath "how many have you gone through?" she shrugged he took the bottle from her softly "you shouldn't be doing that its a waste" "it makes me feel okay" "does it make you forget he's dead?" her eyes opened "no but I think I should punish myself a little for leaving him there alone" "JJ would understand why we left him okay? he wouldn't want you to punish yourself you gotta stop" he wrapped his arm around her "yeah I know I just- I don't know".

Y/n thought instead of dying for herself she was gonna live for JJ. The next day they took notice that Y/n was moving around cleaning her room, they went in not saying anything just helping her. they'd find things of JJs and set it aside slowly building a corner of all his stuff for her to look at through the day.

Y/n found herself every morning on the water surf for him, swimming for him and boating for him.

| 6 Years Later |

"this was your Uncle JJs board when he was you age" Y/n said pulling the board of of the surf shed her God son standing next to her "I don't know if I can use it, it's a lot bigger than mine" "you'll do great! grab the towels bubba" he hopped in the truck while Y/n loaded they're boards.

Y/n was sat straight on her board he was laying on his board "okay Jay this one coming is yours" she helped turn his board around, he went and stood up "YES JJ!" she yelled and clapped. she rode in "good job!" she smiled and gave him a high five "thanks" he smiled back.

"Uncle JJ surf like all the time?" he asked strawberries covered his face "yeah even one time him and your dad went surfing in a hurricane it was dumb but they loved it" "sounds fun" "no JJ never do that" "I think I like the beach as much as Uncle J" she smiled and felt tears raise in her eyes "I think you do to" she ruffled his hair making him giggle.

[agathaswoman]

Blood or Loyalty

Pairing — Rhaenyra Targaryen x Queensguard Fem!Reader and Alicent Hightower x Kingsguard Fem!Reader's Twin

Word Count — 1,254

Request — Yes or No

Hi how have you been 

I have a story that I think will be interesting if you don’t mind writing it 

so if have watched the latest episode of HOD then you know the twin ser arryk was sent to pretend to be his brother ser errik so he can murder the queen but in the fanfic idea I have the reader has a twin who stayed back in kings landing with the greens because she’s in love with Alicent, but aegon sends the reader’s twin to dragon stone to pretend to be the reader and kill rhaenyra and you can decide how it ends 

Does she die  or does she catch on

Summary — Having to face your twin with your sword pointing at her and vice versa. Will your moral and loyalty for the rightful heir Queen Rhaenya will falter while trying to stop your beloved twin from harming the Queen?

Warnings — violence, anxiety attack, and breaking down

A/N — hi, yes, im back after years of hiatus T_T and im here again because of House of the Dragon omg i just love this series so much and tbh i still haven't watched any episodes on season 2 since im still waiting for it to finish hehe BUT i've seen some clips so i have bit of an idea  about the request. what team are y'all on? im team black since day 1 !!!

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. i do not own any of the characters.

It is currently a slow night for you as you are patrolling the castle grounds, clad in your full armor while clutching the hilt of your sword that you named, ‘Porphura Hexen.’ Whereas ‘Porphura’ means purple, which is associated with “nobility, power, and ambition” while ‘Hexen’ comes from how people make rumors about you practicing witchcraft because of the unexplainable deaths of the men that tried to win your heart, where it's a guarantee that they will meet their demise. It's either they die on battlefields, catch a sickness that does not have a cure, or even how the family of those men slowly lose their riches and connections.

You were looking over the castle's embrasure when you heard unusual heavy footsteps that you hadn't heard ever since Queen Rhaenyra made you her Queensguard. You quickly unsheathed ‘Porphura Hexen’ as you stealthily followed the noise, you immediately quickened your pace when you heard Queen Rhaenyra's soft voice saying your name. You immediately barged into her room, and there, you saw your twin sister clutching her sword tightly and pointing its tip toward the Queen.

“Sestra!” You called your twin in your native language.

Without hesitation, you charged forward with your sword to attack your twin to take her attention off the Queen. She instantly turned your way and blocked your attack.

“What are you doing, sestra?!” You shouted at her trying to put some sense in her head.

“King's order! This is the King's order!” She shouted back at you as she was trying to prevent your sword from getting close to her neck.

“King's order, my arse! Stop this madness now! Are you out of your mind for trying to harm the rightful heir of the Iron Throne?!” You screamed at her as you put your strength on your legs so you could stand your ground and let the Queen run out of the room.

“My Queen! Go! Leave the room!” You said as you pushed your sister's body far from the Queen's way with the help of the force from your legs.

You heard your sister's body crash on a shelf which made the books fall on top of her head. So, you immediately went to your Queen's side and helped her up so she could escape the room along with the servant who got involved in the mess.

“Go, My Queen. I'll handle this,” when Rhaenyra was about to run along with the servant next to her, you reached for her wrist and gave her your dagger, quietly exchanging silent stares, “Take this. Be careful…my Queen.” 

You didn't wait for Rhaenyra's response as you immediately dodged an attack from your twin when she aggressively swung her sword at you.

“Go! Alert the guards!” You felt guilty for trying to order the Queen but it will always be your mission to guarantee the Queen's safety, no matter what.

Once you were sure that the Queen had a safe distance from your twin, you gave all your focus towards her and only deflected her attacks to you.

After a minute of only deflecting your twin's attacks, she cornered you into a corner with her blade's tip pointing at your neck, “Sestra…we should be in this together. You and I, just like the old times. We're born together, aren't we?” she tried to convince you.

“This isn’t just about the King's order…isn't it?” You asked, staring right into her eyes. Ever since the both of you are young gals, she can never hide the way her eyes falter when it is faced with your own piercing eyes.

She avoided your gaze, “It's about the Queen Dowager, ain't it?” She remained silent, only her shaky breaths indicated that your guess was right. “She's only using you, sestra!”

“My affairs with the Queen Dowager aren't and shouldn't be any of your concern,” she raised her voice a little bit when you spoke the truth.

“Not my concern? Have you gone mad?!” You looked at her with anger, not seeing the person in front of you as your twin sister anymore. You scoffed while frowning at her, “Just like the old times, huh? We took an oath! A vow, sestra! We are to fulfill our sacred duty To protect and serve the realm! Where have your honor and morals gone to, huh? They usurped Queen Rhaenyra's throne! The rightful heir!”

You sighed, leaned your head on the wall behind you, “Sestra…” Your twin whispered as she slowly lowered her blade pointing at your neck. 

You looked straight into her eyes, “We were born together, weren't we?” You said as you swiftly plunged your extra dagger into your twin's stomach, “You parted us…you forgot your oath, our vow, sestra.”

You watched her fall on her knees with blood coming out of her mouth and eyes going dull in seconds, “But I still love you, sestra.”

A thud was heard when your twin's body completely fell on the floor, her eyes looking at you with a lone tear streaming down to her cheek and the stone-cold floor.

You fell on your knees as you stared at her cold dead body. You heard multiple footsteps entering the room but you only focused on your twin's form as you slowly closed her lifeless eyes.

You took a deep sigh as you stood up with a grunt whilst picking up your sword. You faced the small council that gathered in the room with only their sleeping garments, “The assassinator of the Queen that was sent by The Greens has been exterminated.” You reported to them.

You swallowed deeply when you felt the urge to sob, but not here. Not in front of them. As the small council kept on discussing the event that happened, Rhaenyra only stared at you. She saw how your hands were quivering while trying to calm them by gripping your sword's hilt.

Rhaenyra cleared her throat, and the small council immediately turned silent, “Ser Y/N, you're dismissed. You've done enough for the day.”

You immediately turned your head at the Queen, “But, My Queen. With all due respect, as your Queensguard, it is my dut–”

“I am fully aware of what your duty is, Ser Y/N” Rhaenyra took a deep breath, “As my Queensguard, I need you on your best. So, please, take a rest. At least, just for a while.”

“We will still need you, Ser Y/N,” Rhaenys, Ser Corlys's wife, added.

Ser Alfred approaches you and pats your shoulder, “I'll take care of the things here myself. Now, in the meantime, take a rest.”

You sighed as most of the votes were against you staying around the small council. So, you dismissed yourself and went straight ahead to your room.

As you entered your room, you carefully took off your silver armor on your body and placed it neatly on its storage. You took your bloodied dagger as you sat on the edge of your bed.

The moment you sat on your bed, your twin’s voice rang inside your head, “Sestra, you…a-are always the better between the both of us. K-Keep believing y-yourself…and keep p-protecting the Q-Queen…Rhaenyra. I love you…” Your twin sister breathed her last breath after saying her last words.

You sighed deeply as you stood up and took a damp cloth to clean your dagger. As you are cleaning your sharp dagger, you feel your tears falling onto your hands. Soft sobs rang inside your room as you broke down behind closed doors, missing your twin's presence more than ever.

[maeumine]

Pairing: bf!Nishimura Riki x fem!reader

Genre: angst&fluff!

Summary: your boyfriend riki comforts u during a bad day

Warnings: mental health issues

Hii so this is my first story it's something really simple, let me know if you like it <33 English is not my first language🙏🏻

It was one of those days, no you didn't have your period, and no nothing bad really happened to you.

You couldn't really say what was happening with you.You were just...empty or sad. You never knew how to describe this mood.

Usually your way to dealing with this kind of things was to stay in your room, with your phone or computer, scrolling thru social media and watching some old nostalgic shows like h2o or drawing while listening to lana del ray and basically ignoring everyone and anything until you eventually felt better.

As you woke up already taking your computer to do what was previously mentioned, the sound of your phone vibration echoed in your room. Your finger was about to press the decline button, but your eyes read the name of Riki.Your boyfriend.

"Goodmorning sleepyhead how are you?" his soft voice hit your ears like a melody, immediately giving you the comfort you were searching for. Just by hearing his voice, you felt like u just got free from a heavy weight. "Hey Riki goodmorning why are u calling me this early? Your voice is coming off as more cold than what you expected to sound - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound mean I'm just really tired today, "your voice softened "don't worry princess, is everything ok? Yesterday you asked me to come to your house and have a baking date, remember?" Fuck you mentally slapped yourself for forgetting such thing "yes I'm so sorry Riki but I don't feel really good today can we postpone?" Your voice pleading hoping he will understand "of course y/n it's alright,do you want me to still come over maybe we can cuddle and watch a movie instead" you bite your lips "no Riki I'm sorry I prefer stay alone today see you tomorrow" you hung the call before he could even answer you.

Your body fell on the mattress beneath you, curling on yourself. You felt so guilty you didn't want to sound cold or mean you were sorry, but usually you dealt with these episodes alone. You always did, plus you and Riki were a new couple it was barely 1 month since he asked you to be his girlfriend, and you were afraid to show this side to him.

The morning went by, and so did part of the afternoon. You passed the whole time by staying in bed sleeping and crying, thinking of random scenarios in your head as your eyes were about to close again. The sound of your doorbell echoed in the apartment as u reluctantly dragged yourself to the door and opened it, reveling your boyfriend figure looking at you worried. "How are you?? I called you for the whole day. " his tone firm, your eyes looking at the floor."I'm sorry I was sleeping. I told u I'm tired. " You tried to shrug it off, walking to the living room the boy behind you."You don't seem just tired," he said, emphasizing the last word, his body crouching in front of you who were sitting on the sofa. "i just want to know what happened. Did I do something? Or is it something I can help u with? " his eyes pleading you, it hurted u seeing him like this he didn't do anything he's the best thing that could happen to you "no I'm so sorry it's not you it's just- you begin to say feeling a knot in your throat-i don't even know sometimes i have this episodes where I feel empty and I don't really know what to do thats why i wanted to ignore you" tears streaming down your face as he bring you closer to him, as you looked at him your body immediately cling at him like a magnet, on of his hand went behind your head and the other one massaged your back you let everything out feeling the warmth of his body giving you the comfort you were craving since this morning.

You two stayed like this for a while. As you calmed down, he kissed your head and looked at you. "Do you want to watch your favorite movie and eat something?" He asked softly, your heart warming you nodded, stending up and choosing the movie you wanted while Riki went to the kitchen returning a few minutes later with 2 bowls of ramen you snuggled closer to him watching the movie.

The 2 now empty bowls were on the table in front of the sofa, his arm sneaking around your shoulder as you leaned your head in the crock of his neck, inhaling his perfume, outside was now dark the and in the apartment the only sourceof light was the weak light coming from the tv, everything seemed to have stop it was so peaceful, you felt a hand caressing your hair "do you feel better now?" His deep voice brought you back on earth. Your eyes looked at him in the dim light. God, he looked ethereal, you nodded, snuggling even closer to him, which made him laugh lightly. "Next time you feel like this, tell me please, you don't need to hide from me ok"he said seriously, "Promise." Your voice answered before closing your eyes and drifting to sleep with a smile on your face and his heartbeat as your lullaby,knowing how lucky you are to have Nishimura Riki as your boyfriend.

CUT!

If you came this far, Thank youuu I hoped you like it let me know if there are any grammatical errors and if you liked it see you in the next one<3

[liketolaugh-writes]

Re: the Fenton Parents-

The thing is, it's not abusive to be just... sort of okay at parenting. It is not abusive to be unable to stop your kid from behaving erratically, to not be able to figure out what's wrong, to not be able to stop your kid from lying to you and sneaking out of the house. They tried! They spend several episodes trying, which is, frankly, a lot of screentime for a 45-episode series (movies excluded)! They just were never able to figure out what was wrong.

(If you're curious: S1E7, S1E17, S2E9, and S3E3 all center around plotlines where the Fenton parents make an active effort to connect with their kids... and that's leaving out episodes where it's merely a major element and not half the plot.)

(It's also not neglectful to assume that a man showing an inappropriate interest in a married adult woman is probably not inappropriately interested in a teenage boy, especially when Danny hasn't said anything. That would frankly be a really weird assumption to make, and it only seems obvious to us because... we already know.)

You can say that they never showed the Fentons taking Danny to the hospital after his accident... but we also aren't shown that they didn't do that. We know nothing about the immediate aftermath of the accident. Stupid Desiree reality-warp episode aside.

It never said that they knew about Danny's accident... it also never said that they didn't. (Personally, I think that it would be super out of character for Jazz to know and not tell them, regardless of whether or not they're neglectful? Jazz, like Danny, has faith in them.)

You can say that we didn't see how the Fentons fed their kids when the food in the house was contaminated... but we also never heard that they didn't do that. There was not a word about missing meals, not even from Jazz.

Do I think the Fentons were abusive?

The simple answer: yes!

The complex answer: But not in any of the ways I usually see depicted.

The thing is- the thing is, I think that the only thing the Fentons did that was genuinely abusive - not just a mistake, not just they could have done better - is their godawful lab safety. That is where they knew better, knew what they were doing was wrong, and did it anyway. The house wasn't safe and that was entirely on them, and danger on that level is criminally neglectful.

But that's a very unusual profile. It's not that they didn't care enough about their kids. It's not that they didn't pay attention to their children, or that they prioritized their work over their family, or that they neglect their responsibilities. (For God's sake, they go to multiple parent-teacher conferences! Jack chaperoned a dance he didn't remember agreeing to attend! Maddie woke up in the middle of the night, not yet knowing there were ghosts around, and immediately went to find Danny!)

They were just, quite literally, criminally irresponsible, which is a different breed of family trauma altogether.

Now, Danny definitely experienced domestic violence. Was Danny physically abused? Absolutely. But because of identity shenanigans, 'was Danny physically abused?' and 'are the Fentons physically abusive?' are two very different questions. 'Was Danny physically abused?' is about Danny's childhood and the trauma he gained from it; 'are the Fentons physically abusive?' is a statement about their personalities. And this extends out to all of the other ways they failed Danny because they never knew about his ghost half.

Did Danny experience that trauma? Yes. Would the Fentons ever knowingly do those things to their child? No. (This contrast causes Danny a lot of stress.)

Of course, a lot of this is still rooted in headcanon, and other interpretations are equally valid! Just as it's never shown that they didn't make sure their kids got every meal, it's also never shown that they did. Just because it's never said that their kids couldn't catch their parents' attention when they needed help, doesn't mean that they could. But I wanted to get my thoughts down, since it's a fairly significant divergence from most of the standard interpretations.