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spamgyu · 1 month
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*Mentalizing collage mingyu for valentines day*
oh we are so back besties....
(not technically valentines day but the same idea.... aha)
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College!Mingyu – Ghosting and Balloons
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no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable [College!Mingyu Masterlist]
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He hasn't replied to her texts.
He always replied to her texts. Even if he was busy — reacting with a heart or the !! feature Apple had so kindly coded into their imessage.
What could he possibly be so preoccupied with that he can't even bother leaving her on read – her message staying on delivered.
She knew he wasn't at practice.
It was Saturday... at 8pm.
There was no reason for him to be ignoring her either. Even when she was on something, pushing his buttons, he never ignored her.
That wasn't the case this time. They were having a proper conversation right before he had gone MIA. Her last text to him was asking if he wanted to grab brunch with her the following day.
Which was sent nearly 2 hours ago...
Chewing at the loose skin on her bottom lip, Y/n closed out the messaging app; tossing her phone away from her with a groan.
This was exactly the reason why she loathed the idea of having feelings for someone.
She hated how much it consumed her; over analyzing every single word and action that was being said back and forth.
It had only been about three weeks since that God forsaken night. And though she said it herself that their confession's didn't change anything, it did.
Within hours she felt the sudden shift between them. She was welcoming of all his hesitant touches, allowing him to pull her closer against his body whenever they stood, not bothering to bat an eye whenever he played with her fingers — pinching the tips as he babbled on about his day.
More importantly, the shift in the way they talked to one another.
The banter still remained, not letting a single minute pass without teasing him about his spelling errors or his lame jokes he would send over.
But she also have taken notice how much softer his voice has become whenever it was just the two of them. The first time she heard that tone, her knees nearly gave out from under her — grabbing his upper arm to stabilize herself.
Just as her brain was about to conjure the worst case scenarios possible – ones that included Mingyu ignoring her for someone else.
Some other girl.
The familiar assigned ringtone began to blare loudly from her phone.
"Yes?" She answered with a sigh.
"Come out." She couldn't see him but she could tell he was smiling – brightly. He always did seem to be smiling a little to wide whenever he was on the phone with her.
"No."
"Wha– Y/n please."
"No."
"Is it because–"
"Yes." Y/n replied shortly.
She did say she had standards, and though he ticked off many of her boxes; she was sure she wasn't going to let anything slide.
Even if it was petty. It wasn't like she wasn't going to give in anyways. She just wanted to give him a hard time.
Like she always has done.
"Y/n," Mingyu's voice softened. She could tell his smile had faded. "I'm sorry, but if you come outside you'll understand why I wasn't able to answer my phone. So please just humor me this one time?"
Damn him and that stupid voice.
"Fine." Y/n grumbled, hopping off of her bed – bounding for their dorm building's exit.
She didn't know what to expect but it was definitely not Mingyu leaning against his car... holding a bouquet of tulip balloons.
This still didn't explain why he had left her on delivered for nearly three hours.
"You've got pollen allergy and I uh– wanted to ask you something." He answered her silent question.
Her frown remained as she stood a few feet from him, debating whether she would give in to his kind gesture or continue with her stubborn act.
"Would you be my Valentine?" Mingyu held out both his arms, a small pout on his face – he was hoping that maybe it would make up for going awol the past few hours.
And god was he right.
"Valentine's day is next week." She bit back the smile as she took the balloons from his hand.
"Tiktok said I should ask before the fourteenth and I– the stupid flower legos were sold out and so I thought maybe this would be better but then it was so hard to make because they kept popping and I–"
Y/n couldn't help but giggle at his quick rambling, watching him shift his weight from one leg to another in nervousness. She could clearly see how he was regretful of his actions – and considering how well the bouquet was put together, there was no doubt he had gotten too preoccupied with trying to make sure that it came out perfect.
"Yes."
"Oh thank god." He let out a sigh as his shoulders dropped. "I'd love to go get brunch with you, by the way. On one condition."
"You have conditions now?"
Mingyu nodded. "Dinner? On me?"
"Gross." She stuck her tongue out.
"You're gross!" He gasped, instantly catching on to her joke. "Unles– Ow okay ow!"
"You're insufferable, you know that?"
"This girl I'm talking to have mentioned it once or twice."
"That girl also said she's close to ghosting you."
Mingyu shook his head. "No, I just spoke to her and she said she's actually head over heels for me."
"Is she a gymnast?" Y/n replied without missing a beat, earning yet another pout from the boy.
"I don't like this game."
"Let's go, lover boy." She snorted, getting on her tip toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek before letting herself into the passenger seat. "I want sushi."
Mingyu stood dumbfounded in his spot, feeling the heat of her lips linger on his skin – reaching up to touch where she had made contact with him.
Maybe he needed to make flower balloon bouquets more often
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May or may not have been inspired by this pic.....
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What would you do for a ghost?
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Ghost x Reader.
You and Ghost met some time ago, he helped you before, now it's your chance to help him and maybe a perfect time to show your feelings for him.
Warning: as always maybe spelling and grammatical errors, also maybe not a very good story but I needed to push it out of my head.
Simon knew it was a bad idea, he could imagine all the questions that Gaz and Soap would have for Him « how did you find this place? How long since you came here? Is she your girlfriend? Why are you so sure she will help us? », he knew he wasn't ready to explain the story but it's late to take a step back, they're already here, knocking on the service door of your club.
* knock, knock, knock, knock *
A pair of eyes appeared in a small square on the door, they could hear the music from the inside of the place, the pair of eyes belonged to a man, a little bit older than expected for a security guard.
- Yes? What do you want?
- Goodnight, I'm looking for her...
The man took a few minutes observing Ghost then he closed the small square of the door without saying nothing. Ghost kept in silence but Gaz was a little bit anxious, time was running and they needed to move.
- Ghost, are you sure of this? We don't have much time, we need to...
The door opened and before Gaz could finish the sentence, A Girl jumped to Ghost.
- Si!! Oh my god! I thought my guard was joking, you're here! I've been missing you a lot.
You were so excited to see him, you hugged him tight until you noticed you weren't alone.
-oh... I'm sorry, Hello again Simon, come in, let's go to my office and we will talk and you will introduce all your... Friends.
Simon didn't say a word, the rest of the team continued in silence, they just looked around, it was a very fancy night club, all the girls in the place were wearing elegant dresses and the decorations around the place were very elegant too, the music was loud but slow, the vibe of this place was sober, chill and elegant.
Finally they all arrived at your office, once there you started to speak, still very excited to see your ghost after months.
- Welcome to my office, Can I offer you a drink gentlemen? Simon?
- Whiskey is fine...
- Yes, for us too, please.
Simon was trying to content his excitement to see you, the way you welcomed him filled his heart with pure love and happiness, something he rarely could experiment these days.
You looked at a man at your side, your assistant, he was quick and served all the drinks, then he disappeared at the door.
- So, what brings you here gentlemen, how can I help you?
- We need some information, I think you can help us since your nightclub is only for this kind of people...
Ghost looked at Price and the rest to let them know it was fine, Price showed you a Picture of a man, you observed for a couple minutes and looked at everybody in the room, then you focused once again in the picture.
- Well... You're right Si, he has been here before, he always asks for the VIP zone, he was here a few days ago, he just comes to drink and talk with other guys who come to the club too, he actually doesn't allow any of the girls to get closer to him, only me...
Soap and Gaz interrupt you and fill the room with a lot of questions.
- Why are you the only one who can get close? Did u hear what they were talking about?
- who are the other men? Exactly when was the last time he came here?
Price stopped them while ghost was just rolling his eyes. When the room got in silence again you spoke shyly.
- Well, he knows me since I was a girl, this place belonged to my parents, and now belongs to me, I guess he trusts me, I can give you some names or show you the security cameras...
- What those men were talking about the last time they were here?
You looked at Price and with some fear in your eyes.
- I can't tell you what they were exactly saying, they were talking in Russian, I'm not sure of what I understood Sir.
The 4 men looked at each other, as if they knew something you ignored, at this point you don't know what else to do, lucky you the phone of your office started to ring.
- Yes?... Are u sure of that? Okay, let him know I'll be there in a few minutes, NO! Don't tell him about them, just tell him I'm attending a call, I'll be there soon!
You looked at all of them and before saying something, ghost talked.
- This man is here?
You nod in silence, and they started to talk and plan what to do when Ghost talked once again.
- we can't attack him here...
- WHAT?.
Gaz and Soap were surprised and annoyed by his answer, even Price looked at Ghost with surprise.
- I can't put her on risk.
That's all he said. You felt shivers running down your spine.
- We can put a microphone on her, if he trusts her, he will not suspect her, we will listen to the conversation, we send it to Laswell and we will be ready for attack before he does his next step.
- That sounds good Cap, we agree
Ghost didn't say a word but everybody was looking at you now, waiting for an answer, Would you do it? What would you do for ghost?.
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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years
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Laser Tag and Donuts (game night 2)
a/n: heyyyyy :) count this as an apology for a Soul For a Soul continuation of these two fics: Burnt Toast and Vodka + Game Night (1) this addition has more one-on-one time with our favorite Bestie: yelena warning(s): ...this sucks, my apologizes; i have never been to a laser tag place in my life - no clue what inspired me; honestly not that proud of this one...definitely rushed; all spelling/grammar errors are compliments of me finishing this around midnight
word count: 1.9k
taglist: @coolbeans32 @youralphawolf72 pairing(s): all platonic (for now); yelena x reader, kate bishop x reader, natasha romanoff x reader, bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson x reader, clint barton x reader, tony stark x reader, spiderman x reader ([name] doesn't know his identity yet)
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You sighed as the hot water soothed your muscles. The steam rose around you in a swirl, probably fogging up your mirror. It was a peaceful moment, where you could relax your body and not have a worry in the worl-
"[Name] have you ever gone laser tagging?" your shower curtain was pulled back, revealing Yelena who was scrolling on her phone. You shrieked, embarrassment flooding your cheeks, "Stop screaming it's just me - now have you?"
You grabbed the curtain from Yelena, using it to cover your body, before looking at your best friend, a shocked look on your face. Yelena shrugged.
"What? You were taking too long and I want to do something fun." She said nonchalantly, showing you a website for a laser tag place. You rolled your eyes, snapping the shower curtain shut. You huffed, washing out the last of the conditioner from your hair.
"Fine!" You could practically hear Yelena's excitement. Rushing your once comfortable shower, you turned the water off and stepped out of your shower. A towel was thrust in your face, surprising you.
"Ack!" You slid around for a few moment before being able to balance yourself.
"Come on! If we want to be able to do anything today, you need to hurry up!"
You dried off and wrapped the towel around you. Yelena was practically bouncing on her heels. You raised your eyebrows at her as you washed your face.
"I didn't think you would be this excited about something like laser tag?"
"Oh come on [name]! You get to shoot people, without the problem of blood, and you don't get put on a watchlist and held in some Bulgarian prison!" You turned around, prepared to fire a million questions. Yelena looked at her nails.
"What? It happens to everyone." You were about to retort but ended up just shaking your head and laughing.
"Ok, I'll get dressed and then we can-" you walked out of your bathroom and paused, Yelena also pausing next to you. You both looked at each other before looking back at the sight in front of you.
"How the hell do you keep getting in?" You exclaimed. Sitting on your counter, cereal bowl in hand and wrapped in at least seven blankets, was the feared Winter Soldier. Bucky smiled hesitantly, shoveling cheerios into his mouth. You dragged a hand down your face before shaking your head and making your way towards your closet.
"What are you doing here?" Yelena asked, her tone a little on edge. As you were pulling on a giant sweater, tucking the front into your pants, you heard Bucky's answer.
"I'm hiding from Sam. Apparently, putting him on an inflatable mattress in the middle of a lake wasn't his favorite way of waking up." You and Yelena simultaneously scoffed humorously. As you walked out the door, you pointed your finger at the assassin.
"If anything is broken when I come back, I will sell your arm to the racoon."
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Ah yes, your favorite kind of place. Dark, with occasional bright flashing lights, people's voices echoing around, and the smell of sweat filling the air. You definitely weren't panicking. Not at all.
You and Yelena had been playing for over an hour, up against young children (having to explain to Yelena that yelling Russian curses at the seven year old was a good way to get kicked out wasn't the best time) and annoying couples alike (stop making out against the wall- actually don't. Makes you an easier target). But twenty minutes ago, you had lost your best friend in the chaos, and now you were pressing yourself against the wall. The adrenaline in your system, fueled by the anxiety filling your head, had helped you rack up a steady number on points. You heard a group of teenagers approaching and you kept your gun close to your chest - as if you were an action movie star. You somersaulted to the side and hid behind a pole, only revealing yourself to hit your targets. One by one, the teenagers groaned as their chest plates turned red. You did a little dance as you watched your nickname rise higher on the score board.
"Who's a Black Widow now?" You muttered under your breath. A hand grasped your arm, causing you to jump around and fire.
"Oops." you said sheepishly as Yelena looked down at her vest, then back up at you, then down again. You laughed as she dramatically placed her hand on her forehead and fell backwards, grasping her chest.
"So, this is what betrayal feels like," she said, faux solemnly, as she crossed her hands over her chest like you would in a coffin, "go on then. Leave me to die..alone." She gasped out the last part, letting her head fall to the side.
"You are such a drama queen. Come on, let's go, I'm hungry." You whined out. Yelena groaned.
"Oh come on, one more round?" She wiggled her eyebrows at the innuendo. You pursed your lips, desperate not to laugh.
"Yelena, you interrupted my shower, to go play laser tag, before I even had breakfast and now it's lunch time." Yelena sat up, chin high as she jokingly retorted.
"Oh come on, can't you wait a little longer? We're having fun!" You fired your gun at her vest again before turning around and walking out.
"Rude. Though this could be a fun way to die."
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"Hey do you like donuts?" Yelena asked as a hotdog was viciously devoured by you, ketchup sticking to the side of your mouth. You tried to reply, but all that came out was a bunch of gibberish. Yelena mimicked your reply with a laugh.
"Well that clears it up..thank you!" You finished your bite, wiping your mouth with a napkin before playfully glaring at your best friend.
"I do like donuts, but not the fried ones, I prefer the cake ones." Yelena raised her eyebrows, a jokingly condescending expression on her face.
"Oh and do you have a specific sprinkle color you need, oh queen of the cake donuts?" You swatted at her with your ketchup stained napkin, making Yelena flinch out of the way, almost falling out of her chair. Snorting, you took a drink of your Sprite. Yelena brushed off her jacket in a flair.
"I don't like you." she joked, sticking her tongue out.
"Ditto." you responded, causing Yelena to blow her straw trash in your face.
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When you made it back to your apartment, you were glad to see everything was still in place and not broken all over your floor. You sat down on the couch, curling into a blanket that hadn't been wrapped around Barnes. Yelena jumped to sit next to you, bouncing on the cushion and knocking both of you to the side. Laughing, you grabbed your remote, content to spend the rest of the day watching bad reality TV and Vampire Diaries reruns. Bucky walked out of your room, more blankets wrapped around him.
"Ooo what are you guys watchin'?" he asked, sitting on the floor in front of you and Yelena.
"Well, currently, a dark screen because we haven't actually turned it on yet." Yelena remarked sarcastically, swatting Bucky's head playfully. You snorted, turning the TV on. The three of you were comfortably watching a cooking show when knocking sounded. You paused the TV and got up, opening your door but confused when you saw no one there. The knocking started getting rhythmic, like someone was tapping the beat of an...AC/DC song? You slowly turned around, looking out your window. You were stuck between staying frozen or hysterically freaking out. How many Avengers knew where you lived? Hovering outside your window was Ironman, his red-and-gold armor casting a mirage of light onto your floor. Hanging off his shoulder was Spider-Man, who was frantically waving at you, like he was the one meeting his favorite hero. Tony knocked on your window again, snapping you out of your shock. You finally noticed in his hands he carried a brightly decorated box, a donut emblem flourished on the lid. You went over to your window, wondering how you were going to let them in. Yelena sighed.
"You're taking too long." She got up and...unlatched your window? You practically doubled back in shock, how did you not notice that your windows open? Gasping, you swung around, pointing at Bucky.
"Is this how you get in?" Bucky just tightened the blankets around his body and innocently looked in the other direction.
"I must say, I wasn't expecting to actually be let in through your window, I just wanted to look cool. God, that is such a safety issue. An opening floor to ceiling window in a 15th floor apartment? Wow." The unmistakable voice of Tony Stark shocked you. Yes, of course you knew Tony was Iron Man, you didn't live under a rock but, holy crap he was in your home. Tony set the donut box on your counter, his suit dissolving with the help of nano tech. Spider-Man hung from your ceiling. The Winter Soldier breaks into your apartment to snuggle your blankets. Your best friend is the sister of an Avenger and a Black Widow assassin. What was your life?
Tony was rambling about how he hoped he got the right donuts, saying he bought one of every cake flavor, but you were to busy smiling like an idiot to pay attention. You just nodded your head to his words, a goofy look on your face. When Tony noticed, he laughed under his breath, carefully placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"You're Tony Stark-"
"Iron Man, yes I kno-"
"I love your hair." You whispered, snapping back to reality at Yelena's loud snort, a mortified expression taking over.
"...That was out loud wasn't it?" Tony bit his lip, holding in his laughter. After hours of phone calls from Natasha telling him how great you were, how you were the best thing to happen to her sister, and how much she saw you wanted a family like support system, Tony finally saw your hype. Of course, he never doubted Natasha, but he was glad that you weren't too good to be true. Tony grabbed a chocolate and maple treat from the box, handing it in your direction.
"Donut?" He asked, with his signature eyebrow raise. You merely nodded, took the cake, and made your way to sit down next to Yelena on the couch. You face planted into her lap, donut safely in your hand.
"Why did I say that-" you complained. Spider-Man jumped down from your ceiling, flipping to sit on the back of your couch, making you yelp as you fell off said couch. The masked hero rubbed the back of his head apologetically.
"I mean, he does have nice hair. At least you formed a sentence."
For the next ten or so minutes, you and your strange growing friend group ate donuts, laughed at cooking fails, and Tony even offered to build you a suit. Yelena protested, saying she also wanted a suit.
Your phone buzzed, a message from Kate illuminating your screen.
Kate: hey why are you having donuts without me?? and with IRONMAN? (is spider-man older or younger than me i have a bet with Clint)
You laughed, responding to Kate's text, a fondness growing in your chest. The warmth moved up to your neck as you, for some reason, tried to hide your response from the rest of the group.
Yelena noticed, though, sharing a knowing smile with the others in the room - well she didn't know if Spider-Man was smiling, mask and all.
But what she did know, was that you had a growing crush on the young archer, and being the amazing best friend she is, she planned to help you get with Kate. And possibly recruit the help of Earth's Mightiest Heroes.
a/n: ok the ending sucks im so sorry but my mind quite literally died. zero thoughts. zero. ik this addition is disappointing and i am so sorry but is the idea of Yelena getting the avengers to help her "parent trap" reader and kate on a date hilarious to anyone else?? i mean i am sleep deprived so anything is funny to me rn. i hope someone enjoyed this! good morning/afternoon/evening/night to everyone! <3
extra a/n: ik i just nose dived straight into the whole 'crushing on kate' thing but i am planning on posting drabbles and one shots of [name] and kate getting closer after the events of Burnt Toast and Vodka along with Game Night (1) so that it seems less...abrupt?? maybe send in ideas/prompts for said drabbles?? plz *insert that one emoji with the guilt trip eyes*
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ironhidesgirl · 2 months
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Chasing Pavements. (OC!Teacher x Student!Reader)
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. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Des: You have secret feelings for your teacher, who you absolutely hate. You’re positive that hatred is mutual, but after today, you’re not so sure.
Warning: Age difference (will come into play in later parts!), anxiety/panic attacks (Fem!Reader)
Disclaimer: This will be a multiple chapter story! (Also slightly based off of the hating game)
WordCount: 2000+ (I lost count whatever)
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I scolded as I checked my test paper, going over all the wrong answers. "Half of this is right, what is he even on?" I said as I angrily flipped the paper around. "Yeah, he graded my test unfairly as well." "But you still had a 6,7! I had a 5,6." Scanning the paper for more incorrect grading, I came across one tiny mistake HE made.
The he in question, my arch nemesis, the person I cannot stand most in this school, wait, this world, my history teacher. Micheal. Micheal Hayworth. He was the man that completely dismissed my work, that never called on me when I raised my hand, only when I kept my hand down.
I look up to see him explain the answer of question number 6. Halfway through his explanation, I realize he made an error. I didn't.
Finally. Something I can crush him at. Feeling a hint of cockiness, I looked at him with a grin, a very challenging grin. We locked eyes for a moment and I just saw that he knew he fucked up.
Listen, when I tell you that the immense dislike is mutual, I mean it. You know how teachers (even if they're dickheads) talk to their students, and sometimes even have a laugh? It's not that Micheal doesn't do these things, he just does not do them with me. Ever. To me, he is cold, he is mean, and he doesn't even look me in the eyes. (And if he does, it's for half a second.)
"Right, that were all the questions. If you think I made a mistake you can stay after class and we can discuss it." He said, confidently. I think he thought no one would have the guts to stay and discuss, because everyone slightly fears him.
But I stayed. I knew number 6 was right. I knew HE made an error. I just knew it. I stayed. Flinn, Paige, Ann and Ivy, my best friends, all stood up and walked away, eyeing at me to see what I was going to do.
And I hate to admit this, but even though my heart filled up with hatred, anger, and so many more negative feelings.
I did have a soft spot for him.
Somewhere along the lines, his laugh made me laugh and his smile warmed my heart. Somewhere along the year, his hands turned into my perfect idea of a pillow and his neck my perfect armrest.
Nonetheless, I would never ever show this. Just because I knew he hated me as well. My friends however, they knew this very well. They knew my spiteful faces at him were only a front, that my snarky remarks were just a cover. I couldn’t stop talking to them about how handsome I thought he was. About how I was amazed by his intelligence and his speaking skills. I talked about it so much they got annoyed by it.
But, they walked away. "Go ahead without me, I have something to discuss." I said to my friends, who were waiting at the door for me. "Okay girl.." "Goodluck with that!" Paige snickered playfully, causing my friends to run away before Micheal could say anything, and closing the door behind them.
"So.." He spoke. It was quiet. Awfully, uncomfortably quiet. Eerily quiet. It stayed quiet. Until it went quiet for too long. "Ahem, yeah, number 6-" "What about it." He interrupted, leaving me more annoyed then I already was.
"If you let me finish I can tell you." I hissed back. Looking up from his laptop, one of his eyebrows raised in a way that made it clear it wasn't confusion, but anger. "Don't talk to me like that." I rolled my eyes, causing his lungs to breathe out a very annoyed sigh.
"Number 6, I wrote exactly what I needed to write, but I just cited it. Like you told us we were allowed to do." "What did you write?" "Like I said, exactly what I needed to write, except cited." "Show me then."
I grunted. I so did not want to get out of my chair. The mix of annoyance and challenge made my mouth vomit a string of words out I immediately regretted when I said them.
"Come here then."
Shit.
"Excuse me?" Feeling I started a battle I was determined not to lose. "I'm not going to your desk, I'm literally all the way in the back of the classroom." "I could also just not take the time to look at it you know." Double shit. He had me there. I got up from my chair and slouched my way over to him. "Grab a chair."
And so I did. I placed it at the side of his desk and  sat down with a big sigh. "Show me where." I pointed my finger on the paper. "I couldn't figure out which characteristic aspect you were referring to." "Have you ever" I stopped mid sentence to lean closer so I could stare him down "Ever. Seen the word primate. Used in this context. Anywhere else? In any of the other characteristic aspects?"
"Still unclear to me." He shrugged. I groaned. I wasn't giving up. "No, but you said we could cite the aspects, and I did. In the correct way." I said as I felt my anger boiling up. "Robin, it's still unclear to me. You should've completely written it out." Not even looking me in the eyes while saying it.
Feeling my hands curl up into little balls, and my face getting warmer and warmer, I screeched out something I thought I'd forever regret. The months of being ignored, my hard work being pushed to the side and mutual hatred just caught up to me.
"Why do you hate me so much?! Is it because you're that miserable that you have to get a kick out of torturing an 18 year old girl? I pay attention every class, I'm always here and I'm always the first in the classroom. What did I ever do to you that has made you treat me so terribly? You never look at me, you never say anything to me and on top of that, you give me terrible grades!"
I slapped my hands on my mouth, not realizing what I just said wasn't in my mind. "I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to s- Oh my god I'm so sorry that just- I- I" I failed to formulate a sentence. My hands starting flailing around my body as a rather pathetic attempt to release my stress in some way.
Even though I felt an immense wave of guilt hit me, somehow the memories of Micheal being so cruel hit me as a truck. I could feel the tears swelling up and my breathing wouldn't slow down either. "I-" I tried to mutter something out, anything. But my tears choked me.
And then it happened. I started crying. And the crying turned to sobbing, and the sobbing turned to bawling. Not being able to control my emotions I started blabbing out complete nonsense, words I myself couldn't even make sentences of.
"I try so hard, I try so hard but nothing I do for your stupid class is ever enough. I learn every day and every time I look at my homework I get all of the answers correct. What am I doing wrong?" I sobbed and almost pleaded.
I started wiping my tears away and trying to catch my breath. When I looked up to look at Micheal (which i'd thought would have been so angry he would flip the desk over) I was met with a soft gaze. "I'm s- huh"
Before I could finish my apology he stood up from his chair and grabbed me. He grabbed me and I thought for a split second that he was going to strangle me. But instead he pulled me into a hug.
"It's okay." He held me so tightly. He has his arms completely wrapped around my body and his chin resting on the top of my head. I was surprised to say the least. But the comfort of the hug, the warmth, and my god, his smell made my body comfortable enough to start crying again.
"It's okay, let it all out. I'm here." He whispered. My face was buried in his chest, my arms scrunched up together but my hands gripping his arms. "I'm sorry, I know I'm mean to you. But it's only because I thought you hated me as well." He softly admitted. I chuckled.
"How could I ever truly hate you." I giggled. And so did he. He pulled out of the hug, grabbing my shoulders and holding me tightly, almost endearingly. Scrap almost.
I looked at him with a soft smile, tears still running down my face. I look down at his chest to see the little puddle of tears I made on his shirt, which caused me to burst out in giggles. He looked down and laughed, in his own way telling me it didn't matter.
"I'm sorry I said that.. I really didn't mean it. I guess the stress got to me." "It's okay, and I have to admit I do give you a hard time. I guess...well.." He went silent and looked away from my eyes. "Well what?" He took a deep breath while glancing back to me.
"I've been having a hard time, and I've been taking it out on you for a reason. But I can't tell you why, because if you don't understand it, it'll come across really wrong." I darted from his left eye to his right, trying to decipher what he meant.
"Robin.. I need you to sit down with me. And I need you to promise me something. I need you to promise me that whatever we say now stays between us. And if you don't understand, please tell me and we can act as if this never happened okay?" "O-okay? You're starting to scare me."
He grabbed both my hands and sat down from the chair across mine. He held my hands and his head fell down. He was staring at the ground and somehow I could sense it was a feeling of guilt or embarrassment that caused it.
"Micheal, whatever you have to say just say it, I'm here for you, you just let me cry in your arms the least I can do is be there for yo-"
"I like you." He blurted out, keeping his head down. "I have feelings for you. I act so cold because I want to keep things professional and I don't like to face my feelings. I know it's wrong but ever since you stepped foot in my classroom i've had feelings for you. You're beautiful, smart, and such a fun soul. You light up the class like nobody else and you're everything a man could ever want." I could feel my hands being squeezed tighter and tighter.
It went quiet. Again. It was awfully quiet. Until I started snickering.
"What?" His head jolted up with the most worried expression I had ever seen. I started laughing ever more and harder, not letting his hands go while doing so. He grew more worried and I could tell.
After a few second I collected myself, still slightly giggling.
"You really couldn't tell?" I asked. "Tell what?"
Instead of answering that with words, I stood up and leaned over to him.
"What are y-" Before he could finish his sentence, I kissed him. I kissed him. And I couldn't stop kissing him. His right hand let go of my left, and while he stood up, put his hand on my back and pulled me in closer. It could've lasted a second or an eternity, I couldn't tell you for sure.
I was so caught up in my bliss, so indulged in my ecstasy. It felt as if the world stopped. Until we both ran out of breath and pulled away.
But that didn't stop us from staring into each others eyes. His eyes were beautiful, beautiful like a warm fall day, or like a hot cup of coffee. His hands were soft and welcoming, his smile was soft in a way i'd never seen him smile before.
"Can you tell now?" He giggled and pulled me in for a hug. "I could always tell, I just wanted to be sure." He cooed as he kissed my forehead.
"I love you." "I love you too."
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So I'm trying to figure out how to explain Poof and Foop being caught up with their peers mental age-wise at the end of / right after the time freeze for writing reasons. Cause if they were being held back by the time freeze, and fairies aren't ready to attend school until they're 40-50, wouldn't they still be years behind in that regard? Was their mental age unaffected by the time freeze?
I personally had them aging while they were in Fairy World (i.e. the time freeze only affecting Earth). That's why it took 50 years for Fairies to catch on and even then, they didn't put the pieces together until Timmy confessed... Fairies kept aging normally, so only godparents would notice, but you have to be down on earth to interact with your godkid and if you're on earth, you're getting influenced by the magic overlay.
Poof's development was delayed because he was only aging while away from Earth (such as visiting extended family or attending school), but he did indeed age. Perfectly reasonable for him to know what 2+2 is by the time he's 40 to 50, I think.
FOP canon establishes pooferty, so we know the jump from babbling baby to speaking in full sentences is totally normal in their world, so I always assumed a jump in logic and awareness came along with it.
A good example of this would be my one-shot "Hidden" which shows Foop struggling with some development milestones (in this case, A-not-B search error) despite being able to talk:
"Something is seriously wrong with you! I'm not a baby anymore. I am an intelligent being! You make a mockery of me with your silly parlor games!" "Please retrieve the jack-in-the-box, Anti-Poof." "Oh my smoke! It's right here, you insufferable paperweight!" So saying, Foop ripped Caudwell's jacket from the floor. … to reveal that the stone floor was bare beneath it. "What?" Both hands clapped to the sides of his head. "What is this trickery? I don't understand. Where did it go? It was hidden right here last time."
Post-pooferty, he'd have no problem making the leap from "I watched this guy put my toy under a blanket so therefore my toy is under the blanket and not under his jacket the way it was last time."
Frozen timestream is also where we get "Shouldn't Have Survived," which is that one-shot about the Burger World employee getting in a fight with Happy Peppy Gary over... well...
Kenny's eyes roamed around the office. They settled on a calendar resting on the desk beside the pencil sharpener and a pink laptop - one of those 'tear off one page a day' types of calendars. "Gary… What year is it?" "2002," Gary answered without hesitation. "Or did you want it in the Fairy calendar? It's the Year of the Last… the Last… Well, I can't be expected to remember what it was exactly-wactly, but you get the idea. Oh, Last Berry- that was it. It's the Spring of the Last Berry. LS, 90, YoLB19. Yes: June 13th, 2002, exactly a week before the Fairy calendar turns to summer on June 20th. What?" When he saw Kenny's expression, he tipped his head, the soft blue tassel on his graduation cap bouncing against his dark cheek. "Am I wrong?" "I dunno. Where I'm from, it's 2008." "Well, well! I respect and support you. Haha, I don't even know you anymore, friend, but here on Earth it's 2002. I sing the counting song with the kids. Every day. For the last seven years. I think I know how my numbers go, Kenny..."
Them... Thank you FOP for giving us a canon frozen timeline for 50 years; no media will ever feed me so well again <3
Besides Timmy, who made the Secret Wish, Kenny's the only human who was ever aware of the frozen timestream, though he quickly succumbed to the time freeze magic and fell for the lies just like everybody else. I like to think he tracked Timmy down and confronted him and Timmy pulled him aside and did a little gaslighting... Shh, you didn't see anything...
He went a little nuts and that's hinted in the 130 Prompts even if it's not the main focus, but we love him for it.
That wasn't your question, but I'm still not over the fact that they brought him back for Season 10 and he is STILL serving burgers and looking bewildered about it...
POV: Your place of work (which is outer space) blows up in S7E1 and you spend the next 3 to 4 seasons wandering Dimmsdale because no one cared enough to send you back up there. Kenny, my son...
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hey!! in your recent post about badger & lion secs vs bird & snake secs, you mentioned that when a snake or bird drops their acting you get the neutral snake state & the solid bird state. could you maybe expand on the solid bird? i’ve seen neutral snake talked about but not the bird edition
Ah. That. (I'm about to go on a tangent, so skip to the tl;dr if you want the short answer to your question.)
As I was writing my post on Straightforward vs Circumventing secondaries, I had a nagging feeling I was wording things incorrectly at that part, but I couldn't put my finger on it at the time. Now, after seeing your ask, I know exactly what my mistake was.
When I used the term Solid Bird I was trying to describe what will make Circumventing secondaries stop circumventing, what makes them dig their heels in and say No, you're wrong, no matter how much trouble it will cause them. And I stick by the list I came up with. My mistake was what I implied with my wording.
To actually answer your question, I got the word Solid from one of the other divisions between the secondaries: Solid (Bird and Lion) vs Fluid (Badger and Snake). The Basics page of the SHC wordpress describes Solid secondaries as "static and stable" and not transforming. So, you have Lions who feel wrong unless they are completely themself, who are Solid in how they represent themself, and you have Birds who feel wrong misrepresenting the tools and knowledge they have collected. They've invested time and effort into their collections, into searching for a deeper understanding of them, so they are Solid in how they present them. In contrast, Fluid secondaries will transform to match the social situation, "to fit the space they are in, ...to keep the peace, to win their goal, to stay safe they will change who they are and how they act."
Do you see my mistake yet?
Consider what I wrote comparing Circumventing secondaries in social situations. I wrote about how they'll put on a mask or act in a prepared role to fit the situation they're in, to avoid trouble or, in other words, "to keep the peace, to win their goal, to stay safe they will change... how they act."
Yup. There it is. I accidentally called Actor Birds Fluid and Neutral Snakes Solid.
Now, hold on, don't throw your rotten tomatoes at me just yet. I'm not saying that this is right. In fact, let me explain how it isn't.
If Birds are Solid because they feel wrong misrepresenting their collections, then it can be argued that this applies to Actor Birds too. The roles they have prepared for themselves are tools that cannot be altered in the moment. There is no veering off script. Meanwhile, Courtier Badgers and masked Snakes aren't going off a script but an audience. They have to listen to and observe the people around them to do their thing. Actor Birds, once they've selected a role, do not. They may even have some trouble shedding the role once the social interaction is done. The only arguably Fluid part of what Actor Birds do is that they try and predict ahead of time what their audience will want to see and put on that face, but I would argue this is Circumventing, not going Fluid. Once they get into their performance, there is no social fluidity. In other words, if we define Fluid as actively shifting and changing in reaction to their audience, and Solid as being largely unchanged by their audience in the moment, the division still makes (almost) perfect sense.
(Almost because Neutral states being Solid still makes sense to me. Lemme mull that over before commenting on it though...)
If all of that was confusing (I ramble, I know), try this: think of Actor Bird roles, Snake masks, and Courtier Badger as "multi-player" or socialization tools. Actor Bird roles are tools Built in advance, used in an effort to Circumvent trouble, but unable to change according to audience reaction (Solid). Snake masks are tools Improvised in the moment, used in an effort to Circumvent trouble, and able to change according to audience reaction (Fluid). Courtier Badger is a tool Built from the Badger themself (Badgers are the tool), used to connect directly to people (Straightforward), and able to change according to audience reaction (Fluid). And finally, Lions don't need an extra multi-player tool. They connect directly to people (Straightforward) and refuse to change according to the audience (Solid).
tl;dr - I mistakenly implied that Actor Birds are Fluid or that Solid Birds are the opposite of Actor Birds. Actually, Birds are Solid because they are unchanging in how they present their collections, whether it is collected knowledge or roles they have built for their Actor Bird.
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Snow White and Juliet
trigger warning: suicide and just whatever happened in Romeo and Juliet & Snow White but darker.
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People tend to define different things with the same word.
According to some, the lack of life is simply death. Others include there people who do nothing but work. They have no love, no passion. Those who remain unmoved by the suffering of others. Heartless ones.
For one poison vendor, "lifeless" meant being unable to move, drink, eat, but think. Think for eternity about nothing, what is described harsher than real death.
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„Test 103 was accomplished with success.”
There is confusion in the experiment hall. Researchers run from monitor to monitor, all comparing unexpected, but desired results.
No errors in documentation. No lapses in research. No difference in subsequent attempts.
The team of researchers was cheering in awe: the antidote for one of the biggest poisons in Twisted Wonderland, the "Poisoned Apple", has been found.
It's time to wake Neige Leblanche up.
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The Leblanche Tragedy happened almost two years ago when many haters got to harras Neige and his fiancée, [Name], who just announced their relationship. You were meeting already for quite a time, and knowing each other even longer. It wasn't easy to break any of you by hate.
But it wasn't also easy to live with people, who despised you with all their heart.
"It's alright," Neige whispered, his fingers combing the hair of his beloved. His voice was tranquil and soothing as always, almost by itself vanishing every bad experience. "It will be alright. I will make sure it will be."
"I know. And I am always thankful for that," you replied, cuddling him even more. Neige scent was another thing that hadn't changed over years; it was still the same aroma of wild, but soft flowers and heartwarming sunrays. Another wonderful feature. "I love you, Neige."
"I love you too."
That was the last discussion you had before the disaster happened.
And it started from no one else than Vil Schoenheit, who wasn't even aware how his actions will take a completely another turn than everyone expected.
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"Will it solve it? The sleeping potion?" you asked, turning the vial in your hands. It was no bigger than your little finger, and the potion there was taking only half of the space.
Not so long ago, around an hour, you found yourself invited by Vil to a tea party. You couldn't figure if he had been struck by your "help me" aura or was searching for a company, but you ended up in gardens, staring at the porcelain pot in which the tea was brewing.
It favoured the first meeting you two had: the tableware with the same, old-fashioned flowery pattern and the rich aroma of tea leaves of Vil's choice. Only a plate with sweets and fruits was something new—it was hard to convince Vil to bring anything sugary and even harder to make him try it. He finally ate a small (microscopical, in your opinion) piece of hand-made shortcake, but that was all you could do to let him appreciate the sweet energy shot.
"I cannot guarantee anything," Vil replied, watching you examine the bottle's content. "But it may work. With an emphasis on 'may'," he added, tearing his gaze away. Vil was your dear friend, and even if he didn't approve of your taste in men, especially your pick for a future husband, you were close enough to have him help you come up with a solution. "Use it as a last resort. I... am sure you will be able to find a better, safer way. For example, dumping your fiancé."
You giggled, but both of you knew his proposition was impossible. You could never leave Neige.
"Thank you, no thank you," you answered with a smile. The only thing that didn't let it last longer, were your problems. "Again, I am indebted to you. Thank you for being the best and the best prettiest in my life."
Vil puts the tea away, its taste suddenly feeling bitter and hard to swallow.
"...Well then. [Name], don't be reckless."
"I will try my best not to. I promise."
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You found a solution.
If you were the reason which made people attack Neige on social media and not only, why wouldn't you just disappear?
Not for eternity. Only for a month, maybe a few weeks, until the turmoil would silence. You and Neige could get married this way, inviting no one else than the closest of the closest people for the ceremony. Announcing your marriage and fake death wouldn't be that much of a shock as many could assume. There is a field called effective business, and everything can happen under that name.
I know how reckless is that, you were writing your thoughts on a paper. Once the dwarfs you invited to yourself saw the letter, they would give it to Neige. And you two would no longer have anyone who could undo anything. But think about it, Neige! If we may finally be together, isn't it a great chance?
You reassured him in the letter that you would wake up after few days. You also highlighted that he doesn't have to use your plan and let you two fight against the darker side of Wonderland together. He could just let you have week-long beauty sleep and with a fresh mind, try to solve your problems by less drastic measures: the press or announcements.
Maybe you were only overthinking and complicating the situation too much.
Your most loving fan, [Name]
You signed yourself and closed the envelope.
Your gaze returned to the sleeping potion. I am exaggerating, you thought. Your plans could fit into a script of a good film but in real life? What you were about to do felt... irrational and foolish.
Maybe you would change your mind if not the rush.
Once you heard footsteps on the floor and your friends, dwarfs, calling your name, you knew it is time to make a decision.
You quickly unscrewed the bottle and put it in your mouth. The sweet, sleepy fragrance with a hint of rosemary sent you to a sleep that devotedly resembled a death. The crash and sound of breaking glass as you fell to the ground immediately alerted everyone in the mansion. You couldn't hear the accelerated footsteps, screams, cries and commotion that was going on over you.
Before anyone could think to do something other than trying to wake you up and calling the hospital, the letter with your plan flew outside the window.
That night you broke two things: the promise you made to Vil and a heart of Neige.
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The death of [Name], the fiancée of the most adored man in the world.
Marriage cancelled? The mystery behind the death of [Name] [Surname].
A Dead bride.
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Neige scrolled through the media, each article made his heart ache. He ignored a great count of calls and didn't manage to appear at your funeral in time.
He was a broken toy, who just lost its batteries. He was a wrack of what he was before. Beautiful on the outside, blank on the inside.
Wearing a dark, a bit too oversized suit, he laid against one of the roadside trees. He closed his eyes, trying not to focus on any people, buildings or sounds except his breath. It was slow and steady until he remembered why he tries to calm down; then he would choke on his breath, tears falling from his eyes and trying to not lose balance.
"Would you like an apple?"
Neige wiped his tears in a sleeve and slowly turned around to see an old lady behind a stall. It was ruined and seemed unattended for years. The counter was doty, wood softened and tore off in big pieces by the wind and rain. Between beautifully decorated shops and cafes, this stall seemed to be a remnant that no one ever wanted to touch.
"Thank you, but I am fine." Neige replied in his polite tone, but the smile he sent her looked like nothing near 'fine'. "I am not allowed to take anything from strangers, but that is really kind of you!"
"Not just a bite?" the lady continued, putting an apple on the counter. It was brown, slightly green, and Neige would never guess it was an apple. Maybe more like a rotten apple, but no one would say that this apple was unfresh. Adversely, it contained freshness, but not of the common kind. "Wouldn't you like to join your lover?"
Neige held his breath.
"You mean... to die?"
"What I mean has no value. You will understand it the other way, even if I tried to explain," she replied. Her voice was squeaky as she repeated the question the same enigmatic way she did the first time. "So, would you like an apple?"
"No, thank you..." Neige bowed slightly. He hesitated, before trying his best to speak up. "I- I think [Name] would hate me dying. Only if she could understand this too..."
"Maybe she did" the lady replied. There was conviction in her voice, and Neige couldn't help but take her words seriously. "Or maybe not."
Neige hoped you did. How he loved you and how your death changed him from the happiest man in the world, the saddest one. He didn't know why you took your life and why he didn't notice anything before. He regretted spending not as much time with you as he wanted to.
But nothing could be done to change the past.
"I will get going," Neige said. He glanced towards the old lady, who smiled at him and showed some of her lacking teeth. "And... could you fetch me this apple, please?"
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Once Neige's gaze settled on your figure, the world was immediately forgotten.
He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears much more than silence who was your only companion.
No flowers, candles and golden ornaments of the church could divide Neige's attention, as his pace fastened with every step he made towards you. He didn't hesitate to lock his fingers with yours. He squeezed them, wishing his warmth could reach you.
"[Name]..." he whispered, getting his face closer to your sleeping face. He gently removed the lost strands of hair from your face, not believing that you won't wake up anymore. As much as he wanted to, no mage in Twisted Wonderland could bring the dead back to life. At least not in human's form. "I love you so much. T-too much, I think. How can I live without... my life?"
He gave you one last 'farewell' kiss on the lips, his body next to yours. "See you soon, [Name]."
His expression is the softest one he ever wore, as he reaches for an apple.
He bit it.
And then 'died'.
No sooner than the poison completely took control of his body, you woke up.
"Neige...?" you murmured, bringing your hand to his cheek. The anxiety mingled with your thoughts once you look around yourself. "We are... in a coffin?" You sat. It required effort, after not using muscles for a whole week. By the time, you took a break, you conjectured what happened. You jerked your head around and let your hands cup your lover's face. "Ple-please, please, Neige, don't do this to me. Please."
He didn't respond and the bitterness you tasted when you kissed his still warm lips confirmed that he didn't use Vil's potion. He was poisoned, and the amount left on his lips wasn't enough to take you to the same place as him. "Why didn't left anything for me? Neige..."
Your eye caught the glimmer. You went closer to notice the dagger, resting on the floor. It wasn't that visible as the weapon would be, and until you were a step from it, you could see how thin the blade was. As edge as sturdy.
The fear paralyzed you, as you came back to the coffin. But the remorse and the sight of your lover's dead body were stronger. Your whole body was shivering, a tremor affecting you more than you could ever imagine, making you go mad. Insane.
With one sharp move, you dug the blade into your chest, scared and closing your eyes.
"I am a fool."
By the time anyone arrives, it is too late to rescue you or stop the poison coursing through Neige's veins.
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In the morning sun rises, and everyone in Wonderland wakes up.
It is also the first time in two years since Neige fell asleep.
He can't feel anything. He can't sense the flaxen shirt the doctors changed him in. He can't get his mind through the haze, that has been floating around his thoughts just after he drank the poison. He can't answer the calls of the doctors and his friends, dwarfs, who are gathering around his bed.
But he can open his eyes.
And once he does, the silence is overcoming. When the fact finally sinks in everyone's heart, a great cheer flies across the room. Some of the gathered give Neige comforting touch or reassuringly squeeze his hand.
It takes him some time to realize what is happening, why is he in the hospital room, why people are crying around him and why you aren't the first one he sees once he wakes up. His habit of kicking you while sleeping was something you complained and teased him about. Even if he didn't wake you in his sleep, when he was getting up, his knee would always hit your arm or stomach, waking you up and having you buck him off the bed as revenge.
What he also can do, except for trying to stay awake and catching things his visitors chatter around him, is to try to remember. He didn't lose his memories! It just needs some effort to get them back from the darkest recesses of his mind! And then to regret it.
A whole wave of memories hits him like a tsunami, not leaving him space to breathe and see anything else than chaos, now replaced by the memories of you two.
The kisses. The promises. The vowes. The proposal. The struggles. The tenacity to get over your problems. The plan. The dead body of yours.
He doesn't have to turn around to know that you aren't in a hospital bed beside him. He remembered some of the talks of his friends when he was sleeping. Now everyone is waiting for him to return.
"Neige! You've finally woke up, huh!" Che'nya chippers, his voice cracking at last words. He is relieved about the news and only bad Neige's condition stops him from throwing himself at his arms and spreading the revelation to everyone... No, not even Neige himself can stop him from the latter.
Neige wasn't going to stop him. His mind still replayed the "finally woke up" part, as if the film stopped at the most painful scene, then broke and started to replay the scene once again. And again.
He turned his head on the side, letting the tears run down his cheeks.
He really can't feel anything.
"That," Neige manages to whisper under his breath. It is the first time he tries to say anything, and grievously struggles to put his words together. "is- is... so cruel." Everyone stared at him in silence, the same way they did when Neige and his dead lover were found. His cry brings tears to everyone's eyes, having many people bow under the weight of sorrow and put a hand over their lips to not let themself break again. "I didn't want to wake up..!"
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I'll Be Your Home
Here is the final part of Nari’s interactions with the Saesang from 2018-2019. I really hope you guys have enjoyed the series!
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(edited this pretty late so idk how good it is but hopefully it's okay😬 . Please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors)
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Mark had seen Haechan angry before. He'd been on the receiving end of his anger. But Mark couldn't recall a moment when he'd witnessed Haechan getting angry at their manager like this.
After getting back from his schedules with NCT 127 their manager was instantly pulled into a ruckus. Doyoung had refused to begin practise before he knew what was going on. The boys had all waited patiently whilst their managers began explaining everything to them. But after hearing about the police report, Haechan had simply stood up. Without saying a word he'd grabbed his bag and told their manager to drive him and Mark to the Dream dorms.
When their manager had hesitated, he'd gotten angry. Telling them that if the company wanted to call him they could go ahead but he wasn't willing to let his friend suffer like this.
Despite how close he was to Haechan, Mark couldn't entirely believe what had happened. Much less did he believe that their manager had actually agreed to drive them to the Dream dorms, halting practise for the evening.
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It'd been a long time since Soomin had held his daughter like this. He held vivid memories of each and every moment he'd seen his daughter cry. The moment she was first born. Times she'd tripped and fallen over as a kid. Fights with her brothers. Her first fight with Woorim. Times Nari would come home from training. Days he's spent comforting Nari and Mark as they told him about their troubles. Days when the family would visit the tree that held his wife's name. That day when he'd held his children in his arms, none of them able to control their tears.
"Why was it me?" Nari uttered. "Why did I debut with them? There were so many other options that seemed more likely. There were so many ... I don't know ... events? Everything seemed to happen so suddenly. It doesn't make sense right?"
Soomin could feel his heart squeezing in his chest. He never wanted to hear his daughter talk like this. So lost. Void of her usual strength. Her voice tired and drained. Her body weighed down as if it didn't know how to get up again.
"You've definitely gone about achieving your dreams in a unique way." Soomin replied softly. "Are you talking about NCT?"
Nari let out a sound that resembled a yes. Remaining silent for a moment as she lingered in her thoughts. Soomin let his thumb rub against his daughter's arm as he waited for her to collect her thoughts.
"Is this my dream?"
This was news to Soomin. One thing he cherished the most about his daughter was her determination. She wasn't the type of person to be swayed from her ideals. Once she set her mind on a goal she was willing to go to the ends of the earth to achieve it. It was something she'd inherited from her mother. Something that helped Nari to get through all the challenges of life she'd faced so far.
From the moment Nari had been offered an audition at her Taekwondo competition up until today, Soomin had never once heard Nari question her dream. She'd grown up with music. It had become a part of her. Soomin had watched in wonder as his daughter had dedicated herself to this passion from such a young age.
"You and Mark used to spend hours fantasising about debuting as a duo together." Soomin commented. "Becoming the next AKMU and all that. What's made you rethink debuting with NCT?"
"No. I mean ... should I really be a singer ... an idol, artist, whatever I am." Nari stumbled over her words "Is this really my dream?"
Soomin took a moment as he forced himself to hold back his tears.
"Do you remember when we went to Jeju Island for the first time?"
"Huh?"
Soomin smiled at his daughter before repeating his question. Watching as Nari's eyebrows pulled together. A moment passing as he allowed her to think for as long as she wanted.
"I only remember the plane. ... I was like 2 right?" Nari questioned.
"Mmm, yes, you would have been about two and a half. We only stayed there for a few days, but we went to the beach almost every single day." Soomin paused for a second as he smiled remembering the time he'd spent with his son, daughter, wife and their unborn child. "There was a younger couple there, they were staying in the same hotel as us. They might have only been a bit older then you are now, ... but they had a kid who was the same age as you were at the time. They would also bring their kid down to the beach each day. But unlike you, their son would always start crawling towards the water. Constantly causing his parents to stress."
"You always complained about me being an annoying kid who got herself lost half the time." Nari almost seemed to be whining.
"That's still true." Soomin laughed "The difference is you weren't excited by things like the water or playgrounds. You were much more annoying. Every time you heard a phone go off you just decided that you would head in that direction. It was like you were under the pied pipers spell or something."
A smile made its way to Soomin's face as he heard Nari let out a laugh.
"Yeah okay that does sound more annoying."
"You always seemed to love music. You still love it right?" Soomin probed.
Soomin watched his daughter intently, hoping he had helped to clear her mind, even just a little. Though she'd grown up, she was still his little girl. He only ever wanted to do his best to keep her happy.
"Mmm of course." Nari replied before pausing "I don't know ... I guess ... I'm just ..."
Soomin tightened his hold around his daughter, offering her his comfort and understanding.
"It's okay. You're allowed to think about other possibilities. With the amount of things out there to study and pursue, you'd be insane not to think about them from time to time." Soomin assured her "Still, this is what makes you happy. Don't let your doubt get the best of you."
"Yeah, even now ... I guess I've never actually regretted this decision." Nari spoke, her voice slowly regaining its strength "I just ... I wish there weren't so many downsides."
Soomin could do nothing more than continue to hold Nari as they sat in silence. He too wished he could take away all the pain Nari went through. He could practically remember every comment he'd ever read about his daughter. Every article that had come out. Every time he'd talked to her management about her workload and her health. When she'd first began to receive hate he'd felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. As if he'd somehow failed Nari. How could he possibly call himself her father when he couldn't protect her from everything she'd gone through at such a young age.
"Dad," Nari began, her voice barely audible. "You must have known about the sasaeng back in 2018 right?"
For the umpteenth time that night, Soomin felt his heart plummeting towards his stomach. As Nari moved to sit up, her body now turned towards him; he couldn't bring himself to do anything more than let out a small "yes".
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He could hear the heartbreak in his child's voice. Something Soomin wished he'd never have to hear, yet something he was all too familiar with as a parent. After taking a moment to think through his words, Soomin slowly began to answer Nari's question.
"Making decisions like that is the hardest part about being a parent. You'll never know if you made the right decision but you still have to make a decision." Soomin paused, letting out a sigh and allowing his eyes to close for a moment before continuing. "Nari-ah, ever since you were a kid you've been so incredibly strong. You've gone through so much, and every time something bad has happened I've watched you grow stronger. I didn't tell you back then because I was worried for you. My beautiful daughter was going through such a tough time with her health. ... Yet, every time I talked to you about it I could tell you were happy. Even when you admitted you were tired your face still held that beautiful smile of yours."
Soomin found himself involuntarily smiling as he thought about all the amazing traits Nari had inherited from her mother.
"But you know you're still human. You're not invincible. I was worried for you. I will always worry for you. It's part of my job as your dad. It was hard not being beside you to support you, but I knew if I told you about the sasaeng you would have had even more on your plate. Maybe it wasn't the right decision, but it's the one I chose at the time. Still, I'm happy I chose it."
"Why didn't you tell me afterwards?" Nari asked after a moment's silence.
"I thought about it. But ... weighing up the options ... on one hand I can tell you because you obviously deserve to know, on the other hand what's the point in telling you? It would only lead to more stress. What type of dad would I be if I wished even more stress onto my daughter?"
Soomin once again found himself observing his daughter's expression as she took in his words.
"I never realised decisions like these were part of being a parent." Nari confessed.
Soomin smiled, "They're hard, but it's worth it when I get to have such an incredible daughter."
Nari couldn't help but smile at her fathers words. Reaching forward as the two held each other close.
"Thank you dad."
~
Jisung hated crying. He hated the thought of forcing his hyungs to look after him. He hated that he couldn't comfort Nari. That Jeno and Jaemin were also unable to comfort Nari. Instead they were stuck looking after him.
Jisung didn't even notice that Nari had appeared until he heard Jeno calling out her name.
"Nari? ... Nari-ah ... are you okay?"
Looking up Jisung was only just able to make out his big sisters back before the door to their dorms was slammed shut. Confusion suddenly began overflowing and drowning out his previous distress. Jisung looked up at Jeno, only to be met by a face of concern that seemed to break his own heart even further. If he'd seen Jeno making this face at any other point in time, he might have made fun of him for how much he looked like a kicked puppy at that moment. Even his voice as he'd spoken sounded worse than how Jisung currently felt.
"It's okay," Jaemin's voice could be heard from bedside him. Both Jeno and Jisung found their gazes shift from the door towards Jaemin, "She probably needs some space. Jeno, could you go check on Renjun?"
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What had he done?
In a head vacant of any other thoughts, those words echoed at an uncomfortably loud volume.
What had he done?
He hadn't spoken. Hadn't moved. Hadn't breathed. He'd frozen the second he'd seen the heartbreak on his friend's face. Heartbreak that he had caused.
What had he done?
The clock on Nari's wall kept ticking away. Had it been a minute or an hour since he'd heard the door slam? How much time passed before his arms began shaking? How many seconds flew past before his vision became blurred? How many tears had silently found their way to the floor of Nari's room?
What had he done? What had he -
"Renjun-ah? What ..."
Renjun didn't know what Jeno had been about to say. He could only guess his tears were cause for the hug he was suddenly engulfed in. His friends' presence helping to ground him in reality. But unexpectedly Renjun wished Jeno hadn't rushed to comfort him.
"I don’t think we did chose wrong." "Of course we didn't tell you!" "Do you even hear yourself?" "How did I ever have a crush on you anyway?"
The words he'd yelled towards Nari in his anger seemed to torment him. She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve his hostile words when she was the one hurting the most. His emotions weren't Nari's fault. They weren't Nari's to feel guilty over. They were his emotions and he'd thrust them onto his best friend in a moment when she'd needed him the most. How could he possibly call himself her friend? She deserved so much better than him.
"It's okay Renjun. It's okay."
It took a while for Jeno's calming voice to break through his thoughts. But once he registered his words all Renjun could do was repeat "no" over and over. Pulling away from Jeno's hold as his feet began to pace, his hands making their way to pull at his hair in distress.
"Renjun."
The commanding tone of Jeno's voice forced Renjun to focus his attention towards his friend. Jeno's expression remained firm yet soft and full of concern at the same time. Void of any hostility.
"Let's go out into the living room." Jeno urged "You can have a drink and tell us all what happened. Sound good?"
"No ... no I can't. I don't want to ..." Renjun's voice began to trail off in his distress.
"Okay. We'll stay here, but let's sit down first, yeah?" Jeno walked towards his friend and encouraged him to sit down before placing himself next to Renjun as they seated themselves on Nari's bed.
"You don't have to tell everyone and you don't even have to tell me everything that happened, but you need to at least give me something. It's obvious that neither you or Nari is okay right now."
"I don't ... I ... ah I'm an idiot." Renjun grumbled.
"Okay ... we'll have to agree to disagree on that one for the moment." Jeno quipped before returning to a more serious tone "But I need you to tell me what you guys said to each other."
"She's angry." Renjun muttered "She's angry because we decided not to tell her about the sasaeng back in 2018 when it wasn't our decision to make and .... she's angry cause we didn't tell her afterwards either, you know like ... once everything was over, we didn't even tell it to her then. But then .... but then I was an idiot. I was so angry because she just refused to listen to me so I .... I asked her how I could have ever had a crush on her."
To say Jeno was shocked would be an understatement. He couldn't remember any time when he'd pictured Renjun having feeling's for Nari. Of course it was bound to happen, he'd questioned whether or not he'd grown feelings towards Nari back in 2017, but ... the way Renjun had told him. Jeno knew this hadn't just been a brief crush.
"I know we promised we would only ever stay friends and everything and I know I'm and idiot and I probably -"
"Hey you're not an idiot okay?" Jeno interrupted Renjun before he could spiral into his thoughts any further "Look, yeah we promised that but ... I mean you can't control these kinds of things right? ...... Do you still like her?"
"No." Renjun said with confidence "I did for a long time and honestly it took me a while to get over those emotions but ... now I could only ever see her as my family."
~
Chenle couldn't have spent more than a second in his bedroom. He'd felt off the entire ride home. Debating with himself whether or not to just ask his driver to turn around and head back to the Dream dorms. But the second he'd stepped foot in his room he'd ran back out as he called to make sure the car was still at his house. He'd barely managed to explain the situation to his mom as she'd hurriedly grabbed a bag for him, her face full of concern. He knew she'd be waiting anxiously for an update on Nari once he got back home, but for now Chenle was just focused on getting to his members.
Years of training helped Chenle remember to thank his driver. However, in his rush, he hadn't managed to pick up on the almost identical car parked near the one he'd been in.
"Chenle?"
Chenle's feet skidded to a halt at the sound of his hyungs voice.
"Haechan? Mark? What are you doing here?" Chenle called out, standing still in his shock as he watched his members walked towards him.
"We heard about the police report so we came to check on Nari. Are you okay?" Mark questioned.
Chenle couldn't comprehend why Mark was asking after him until he realised how deeply he was breathing. He hadn't been sprinting or anything so why was his heart beating so fast?
"Ah ... I think I'm a bit stressed about Nari." Chenle concluded out loud.
"Okay, I'm sure she'll be okay, she has us after all." Haechan said, attempting to grin.
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Mark was certain he'd be able to hear a pin drop given the ice cold silence of the dorm. He didn't know what he'd expected to see and hear when he'd stepped through the door, but four of his members seated in silence definitely hadn't made it's way into his imagination. He could only stand with a cheerless face as Chenle pulled Jisung into a quick hug. Murmuring a guilt-stricken apology as he pulled away.
"Where's Nari?" Haechan's voice came out loud and clear, the underlying anger from before still present in his tone.
Mark watched as the members looked at each other, a silent conversation taking place before Jeno finally spoke.
"She left a while ago." Jeno mumbled.
"What?! What do you mean she left?!" Haechan snapped.
Jaemin let out an audible sigh before answering Haechan's question "She went out for a bit. We don't know where but .... it's Nari. She probably just needed some time by herself after finding out about everything."
"Finding out?" Haechan yelled out the question. His emotions beginning to get the better of him. "You mean you told her everything and then just let her leave?! You realise the investigation is still going on right?! You let Nari go out by herself when he could literally be anywhere right now-"
"She's an adult Haechan, she can look after herself." Renjun whispered.
"She probably didn't want to be around us after finding out you guys had been lying to her for well over a year."
Mark couldn't help but notice how everyone's demeanour changed after hearing Jisung's salt laced words. But confusion was the only thing, besides concern for Nari, gripping onto his conscious at that moment.
"What do you mean you lied to her for over a year?"
~
Mark hadn't really moved since he'd convinced the rest of the boys to busy themselves with showers or cleaning up after the dinner they'd hastily thrown together. His mind remained focused on everything his members had told him. How they'd lied to him. To Nari, Chenle and Jisung. How their staff had subtly put precautions in place without him even realising. How fans had somehow managed to keep things quiet so as not to cause Nari any distress. How they'd somehow remained calm despite no official statements or news of any kind addressing the situation.
He couldn't help but question how he'd remained oblivious to the issue. If Chenle had found out through SNS at the time then surely he also should have? Had he really been that busy to not notice Nari was in danger? What kind of brother was he if he didn't even know about the dangers in her life?
"What's going on in that head of yours?"
Mark's head snapped up. He must have been deep in thought if he hadn't even heard the door opening. He hadn't even heard the sound of footsteps or seen the sofa in front of him dip as Nari sat down.
His hands fell away from their spot supporting his chin as he sat up straighter to look at the girl in front of him. She looked so calm, only a hint of concern making it's way past her comforting gaze. Mark couldn't see any trace of tears or sadness on her currently smiling face.
As if his body was reacting before his mind, Mark found himself standing up, making his way over to pull Nari into a hug.
"I was so worried for you." Mark let out a sigh of relief. Clinging onto Nari for a moment longer as he relaxed in her reassuring embrace.
"When did you get here?" Mark couldn't help but question as he slowly removed his arms from Nari. Opting instead to look at her face, scanning for her emotions as she answered.
"Just now. You must have been thinking quite hard not to have heard the door open." Nari spoke, her smile not once leaving her eyes.
"Ahh ... yeah ... I ..." Mark stumbled over his thoughts "There's been a lot to take in in such a short amount of time. I guess I wasn't really paying attention to much else." Mark rambled before looking back towards Nari with concern "Are you feeling okay?"
Mark watched as Nari took a moment to answer, her eyes a mirror image of his own overloaded brain.
"Yeah, I'm okay now."
Mark couldn't help the disbelief that was obviously painted on his face. All the members had been concerned for Nari. She'd been gone for hours and it was getting late. Jisung wouldn't have been able to go much longer without at least letting their managers know. Jaemin had almost called the police in his panic after hearing a recount of the conversation Renjun had with Nari. It didn't make sense to him that Nari was simply 'okay' after everything.
Nari smiled and let out a small laugh upon seeing Mark's expression.
"Don't worry too much. I've already had my breakdown. My dad helped me process everything."
Mark's shock was quickly replaced by relief after hearing Nari had spent her time at home. Whilst he didn't quite like the idea of her driving such a distance by herself, he was happy she'd been able to talk with someone he knew from first hand experience was able to deal with breakdowns remarkably well.
"I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly."
Mark focused his train of thought back onto Nari as he saw her gaze shift to look down. He could practically feel the guilt coming off of her in waves.
"It's okay. I understand, everyone else does as well." Mark reassured her "It was definitely a shock to hear about everyone keeping such a big secret from us, and for such a long time as well."
Now it was Nari's turn to be surprised. Mark couldn't help but feel slightly amused by the way Nari's eyes widened in shock.
"Wait ... did they not tell you either?"
Mark let himself release a short laugh.
"Are you really that surprised? I was even busier than you were back then don't you remember?"
The smile that made its way onto Nari's face did wonders for Mark as he felt his previous concern and stress continuing to slowly trickle away.
"Still ... you actually use SNS unlike me." Nari said, a smile returning to her face.
"Ahh, I know right?! That was the most surprising bit for me as well!" Mark replied, clearly dumbfounded by his past self. He couldn't help but join Nari as the two laughed together. Taking in the peculiarity of the situation.
"Nari?"
Both members turned their heads upon hearing a quiet voice interrupt their laughter. Not even a second later did Mark whiteness Nari being aggressively engulfed in a tight hug.
"Yah! Do you know how worried I was when I got here and you had left?!" Haechan's nagging tone came as a stark contrast to the way he remained clung onto Nari "Seriously, I know it was tough and I'm really sorry for lying to you. I can deal with you being mad at me and hating me but you can't just leave like that. Without telling us anything or .... what ... what if something had happened to you?"
It didn't take long for Haechan's anger to turn into concern, visibly holding back tears as he continued to repeat apologies. Nari, in turn, repeating reassurances that she wasn't mad or angry at him or the members. That she'd forgiven them. Apologising herself for causing them so much worry.
"I'm just happy you're safe."
Mark was surprised by how feeble Haechan's voice came out as he buried his head into Nari's shoulder. Still, he was able to smile when he saw their maknae race to wrap his own arms around Nari, mumbling for her to never scare him like that again. The rest of the members having made their way into the lounge room after hearing Haechan scolding Nari.
"Nari-ah," Jeno's voice came out hesitant but full of emotion as the trio slowly unravelled from their hold on each other. "I'm sorry. We all are. For lying to you. It was wrong and we'd do anything to take it back. I ... we don't want you to ever feel like you are any less a member of this group. So ... seriously, we wanted to apologise."
Mark could tell Nari was holding back tears of happiness as she smiled.
"It's okay." Nari smiled looking around at her family "I've had time to think about it and .... I think I understand. You don't have to apologise anymore and please, please don't feel guilty. I'm just happy you guys care so much about me."
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not the best ending but I hope you enjoyed reading none the less. Thank you so much for all the love you've given this series! I'm eager to share even more about Nari's life so I hope you will stay excited for what's to come. I hope you are staying healthy, happy and having a good day/night wherever you are in the world 💚
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alchemistbee · 4 years
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Back in your Arms
「Five Hargreeves x reader」
Ask: Could you write a Five reader fic where y/n gets kidnapped by the Swedes and Five saves them. Thx
Words: 2556
Warnings: mentions of blood and torture. Kidnapping. Season two spoilers.
A/N: this is the first fic I’ve ever got requested. I hope I did it justice. I hope you enjoy! I know I took long to publish it, I apologize, school is kicking my ass. Sorry for grammatical errors. Enjoy!
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After having attended the horrific light brunch with the Hargreeves family, they were all feeling far more worse than when they had arrived. Five had explained to Sir Hargreaves each of their powers, Vanya had exploded a bowl of fruits, Allison rumored Diego, Diego got a very non-friendly slap of reality, Klaus seemed to have a seizure mid-dinner and Lurther confronted their father by ripping his shirt off in front of everyone.
In your opinion, it could have gone a lot better, but it could have also gone a lot worse.
Unlike the other siblings, Five had stayed behind and you had figured that it would be better to wait for him in the lobby. He was having a conversation with his father, whom he hadn't seen for over fifty years, he bet his ass you were going to wait for him. Especially after the horrible way he had spoken to the rest, you would be there for Five if he needed to. What you didn't know by then was that Five was trying to see if his father could tell him how to go back to 2019, one that didn't evolve making a deal with The Handler. Which, may I add, he hadn’t told anyone about, not even to you.
You waited patiently for Five, your back leaned against the wall while your arms intertwined in front of your chest. You counted the minutes that passed, not that you were in a hurry, but to hopefully make it seem like the time was passing faster. After almost twenty-seven minutes, the elevator emitted that one ‘bing’ it did whenever the doors were about to slide open. As you expected, it was Five, who now had his hands shoved inside his pockets and seemed quite puzzled. You asked him if he was okay, but Five only dismissed your question to tell you to go ahead of him to Elliott’s place. Apparently, there was something he needed to take care of, something he wasn't willing to explain to you just yet.
He knew that if he did tell you, you would either try to stop him or not let him do it on his own. Five didn’t want to drag you into Commission business. He found that not telling you of the plan all together was the easiest way to keep you from being in Commission's eyes, more than currently at least.
You nodded suspiciously towards Five, but did not push the subject any further. Maybe he just needed some time to let everything sink in, and it's not like you nor him considered the walk back to Morty’s dangerous. You could take care of yourself pretty well. You parted ways with Five, and walked back to Morty’s where you saw Elliott himself was just arriving too. He smiled kindly upon seeing you, to which you returned with a smile of your own. You had to be honest, you had grown to like Elliott more than expected. He was like that one cousin in the family, and you enjoyed hearing his rambles about any conspiracy he could think of. He truly was a sweetheart.
You followed Elliott up the stairs to his place, he carried a paper bag in hand, calmly telling you the things he brought back from the supermarket. You listened thoughtfully. Once inside. Elliott flickered the lights on and to both of your surprise, a cat sat in the middle in the kitchen. Elliott looked confused, but figured the cat must have somehow climbed in “Hey buddy, how did you get up here?”
He approached the kitchen casually, where he sat the bag down and looked at the cat as it meowed to him. You couldn’t help to feel your skin crawl. The nagging feeling of people watching you being present “Elliot?-” You turned your head to look behind you, swearing you had seen something lurking in the shadows. You averted your gaze back to him, now watching as he pulled out a tiny can of food for the cat and asked if it was hungry. You walked to the kitchen window, the one that let you view outside in case anyone was suspiciously close to the building. You saw nothing, but that was because you didn't know that they were already inside.
Your head snapped back to Elliot the moment a loud sound came from the living room, there you saw that one of the tall assassins had punched Elliott right on the side of his face. You felt your heart accelerate, and moved quickly to help him until you felt someone pull you up, stopping your tracks to help the man. The other assassin got a hold of you, if it hadn't been for your small body, you could have stopped the leader from hurting Elliott any further.
You saw the man try to scramble from his gun, but the other man was quicker to lift him up by the throat, asking the whereabouts of Diego. Upon receiving no answer, the man punched Elliott twice, this time letting his body fall harshly on the floor while blood dripped down his nose.
“Elliott!” You struggled under the second man’s hold. You couldn't move, you couldn't fight. The siblings were not even back and there was no way for you to contact them when the phone was this far “We don't know where Diego is! Leave him alone! He has nothing to do with this!” you pleaded loudly. The leader only shifted his gaze at you, studying the way your eyes flushed with fear. He was trying to figure out whether you were the one the woman had referred to not killing, you were merely a teen after all. Yet, not killing you didn't mean they could not use you for information.
After that little stare down happened, making you hope that maybe the men would not use Elliot as their little puppet..You were gravely mistaking. The man dragged Elliott through the living room, knocking over a lamp and breaking it before pinning him into the dentist chair violently. He kept asking for Diego, and Elliott is only able to answer with a “I d-dont know” while you keep battling for the second man to let go of you. At this point, you felt the tears welling in your eyes as you noticed him take the forceps, priding Elliott's mouth open and sticking them into his mouth.
“NO!” you cried out “ELLIOTT!”
Elliott’s screams filled the building alongside your pleas and cries, but as much as you told the men that none of you knew where Diego was, that didn't seem to make them stop. Not until Elliott’s body was drained from life entirely, the blood from his body splattered all across the floor and body. You couldn’t help the soft cries leaving your lips, calling his name out ever so softly in hopes of him still being alive but that’s when you felt a sharp pain come from the back of your head. The world turned black and your body fell not too far from Elliott’s chair after the second man got tired of holding you.
The brothers could use you. They could use you to lure Diego, the man they believed responsible for the murder of their younger brother.
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The next day, after Diego and Lurther find Elliott’s body, they try to figure out who did this to Elliott. Diego believes it's the feds, but Lurther claims that was no work of feds but of a psychopath. Believing the words written below are a name, they search through the phone book until discovering the phone number linked to whom they believe is responsible for Elliott’s death; They phone the number up.
Five jumped into the building, quickly noticing the blood painted words on the floor, making him hurry up the stairs to meet Elliot’s body. He can feel a lump forming in his throat as he approaches it. There were clear signs of torture, there was something stuck into his left eye. Five couldn’t help to feel guilty. He liked Elliot, he was a good man, he had helped them and welcomed his siblings in without the slightest complaint. He had become one of them, and for that, his life paid the price.
Five followed the voices of Lurther and Diego through the kitchen, taking off his blue and blood dripped jacked as he heard the brothers threaten someone over the phone for killing one of them “Hey! It's Öga för Öga, idiots. Swedish for ‘an for en eye’. It means The swedes killed Elliott '' He didn't want to think how the missions went after his run; It was clear Diego and Lurther shared one brain cell.
“Wrong number, have a lovely day” Diego hanged the call, looking at Five and easily spotting the blood on his clothes “Uh, you got some blood on your clothes”
“A lot actually”, Diego added as Five pushed by them, entered the bathroom and turned the sink handle to let the water flow down. He grabbed a white towel, carefully washing the blood off of him as best as he could “I found a way home”
“What? How?”
“All the details are irrelevant but i made a deal to get back to our timeline”
“What about doomsday? And the 2019 apocalypse”
“won't happen. Everything will be back to normal” Five remarked exasperated “All right? No more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the other and get back in 77 minutes. Luther, you get Allison, Diego go get Klaus, I'll get Vanya, Y/N-“ he stopped his pacing all suddenly, eyes roaming the room and back to his younger siblings “Wait—Where’s Y/N?”
Five’s eyes widened as realization suddenly hit him and his siblings. He saw you last night, you were supposed to be here, why weren’t you here?
“They stayed after the brunch, we thought they were with you…” Diego, Five and Lurther shared a look, all of them now realizing that you had been taken by the men who killed Elliott.
“Dammit!” Five exclaimed angrily. He had just gotten a way back home, and you...You had been taken. How was he supposed to find you in such little time? He didn’t even know where to start.
“Calm down. Okay—We’ll find them—“ Diego started while Five started to pace around, muttering words under his breath “This was so simple. So simple!” He turned his head to look at them “I am going to go find Y/N, and get Vanya. We meet here as planned, this is our only chance to go back” Five raised his finger at them both before started to walk to the stairs, but stopped abruptly when he Diego spoke up once more
“You expect us to not help you—“ before Diego could finish his sentence, Five jumped from the small distance to right in front of his brother, raising his fingers with a threatening look “If you don’t do this, I swear I’ll kill you myself” he said more sternly “there's not enough time for all of us to go in a search, I’ll tell Vanya to meet up here. If i don't make it in time just go back home, I’ll manage a way back”
“How are you planning on finding them?” Was what Diego last said before Five teleported out of the building.
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You woke up with a sharp breath. Your head was pounding and when you opened your eyes, you were welcomed with nothing but a blindfold on your eyes. You tried moving your arms. But soon found out they were tied down to your back while your ankles were tied against the legs of a chair “Shit” you muttered hoarsely, your throat was still dry from the crying. What the hell happened? Where were you?—
That’s when it hit you
“HELP! SOMEONE!” You tried to scream as loudly as you could, but considering the silence in wherever you were, you knew no one was coming to your aid. Strangely, the smell was like cat fur, and that was confirmed when you heard the several meows and the cat passing it’s tail over your leg.
How in the world were you going to get out of here now?
Five jumped all over town trying to find any clues, even the smallest, of your whereabouts. Even though he didn’t show it, he was extremely anxious and worried for your self being. He feared what the Swedes could be doing to you, or worst, what they had already done. The images of Elliott kept flashing back to him, and something in his stomach made him believe that if he didn’t hurry up, he would find you the same way.
He didn’t know whether it was luck or simple fate, but as he walked through the town he spotted the familiar milk truck that had followed them around for some instances. It was parked in front of an apartment, a quite small one, and Five knew that you should have been there. He kept looking down at his watch, counting the minutes they had left before having to go back to 2019.
They still had twenty minutes. He still had time, it was enough to save you and go back. At least he hoped so.
He watched The Swedes get in the truck, and without thinking it twice, teleported himself inside the cat filled apartment. His blue eyes roamed the place all over, scanning it for any trace of you until he heard a few knocks coming from a nearby closet. He didn’t waste time on pulling the door open.
Five’s eyes fell on you, and instinctively, you started to try and kick thinking that The Swedes were back again “Y/N!-Its me!-Y/N” he crouched down to your level, scanning your body for any signs of torture or harm. He sighed sharply, relieved to see that The Swedes hasn’t gotten their way with you. Gently, he reached out to pull your blindfold off. It broke him to see you like this.
Your eyes weren’t shining like they used to. They were completely flushed by pain, regret and fear “F-Five” you muttered softly, finding it hard to believe he had actually found you. You felt the ropes become loose on your legs and wrists, and the moment you had the chance, your body fell against Five’s. He held you firmly, worried that maybe you weren’t as okay as he thought you were. He was only relieved to have you back on his arms again, the place where he could make sure of your safety.
“F-Five—Elliott—I couldn’t s-save him” You started, tears stinging your eyes as you remembered what The Swedes did to the man “I c-couldn’t—“your shoulders shook alongside your small sobs.
“I know...It wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have left you” Five said softly, his arms slowly wrapping around you, hoping that would comfort you in the slightest “We have to go...I found a way back, but we need to go now or we’ll be stuck here forever” He pulled you up the ground, his thump caressing your tear stained cheeks while his free hand took a gentle hold of yours.
“You w-what? How?” You blinked twice, sniffing softly “Five, what did you do?”
“I’ll explain on the way...Let’s go home”
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lia-bones · 3 years
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Stay with me forever
Remus Lupin x Reader
Summary: After a full moon night, (Y/N) takes care of her friend and answers important questions.
Warning: fluff💕, Injuries, Self-doubt
(Misspelling, Grammatical errors, translation errors)
{please let me know if I have forgotten something.}
Words: 2305
Author note: Actually, I didn't want to upload anything else this week. But since today is the birthday of a good friend of mine and she wished that I would write this for her, I decided to publish it today. And since it's Valentine's Day today, too, it fits well.
(As always, I apologize for all misspellings, grumbling errors, and translation errors. English is not my main language)
I hope you enjoy it. 🌻
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It was a full moon night. The wind drummed on the roof and the bright light of the moon shone into the little hut at the edge of the forest. Just a few more hours and the sun would take the moon out of its service.
It could seem romantic. The bright full moon, the twinkling stars and the calming rain.
But for (Y/N) (L/N) and her boyfriend, Remus Lupin, epidemic nights were far from romantic. Such nights were characterized by fear, worry, pain, injuries and tears.
But even on these nights it wasn't just the shadow side. There were also small sparks of light. Consists of caring, tenderness, encouragement, soothing words, love and hugs.
While (Y/N) stayed at home, cooked, put the first aid kit ready and kept looking out the window at the wods, Remus was out there.
Not quite like himself. In the body of a werewolf, without control, waiting for the morning to break. There are potions that would give him control over his wolf. But they cost a lot of money, money that they didn't have.
So it stayed like that.
(Y/N) would wait and prepare everything for his return.
Remus would go to the forest before sunset and only come back after sunrise. Sometimes more, sometimes less injured. Hardly any memories of what had happened that night.
As soon as he was back, (Y/N) was ready to help. Every time again.
The moon slowly started to sink from the sky so (Y/N) made the final preparations. Hot water in a bowl next to the bed, a cup of tea, a first aid kit and of course chocolate. Everything was ready for the return of her boyfriend. She grabbed the cozy blanket from the armchair and stood by the window next to the door so, that when she saw him coming, she could come towards him.
It didn't take long before she saw the long figure of her boyfriend staggering towards her hut. Dressed in sweatpants and an oversized pollver, hunched forward and one hand on his ribs. (Y/N) moved quickly out the door and down the path towards her him. When she got to ther, she put the blanket over his shoulders and hold him up, on his upper arms. She looked into his scarred face, a few fresh wounds had appeared, and carefully ran a finger over a place of uninjured skin. "Hey love, come on let's go inside. Let me take care of you." she whispered in a soft voice and gave him an encouraging smile. He just nodded slightly, so she put one of his arms over her shoulders to support him. He briefly made a hissing noise, but then clutched her cardigan with his hand.
"You okay, darling? Do I hurt you?" the much smaller woman asked concerned and looked up at him through her eyelashes.
"No ... it's okay ... it's just my ribs." he explained through gritted teeth.
She changed the position of her arm around his upper body a little so as not to touch his ribs and with the other hand she grabbed the wrist of his arm over her shoulders so that it would not slip away on the way in.
As soon as they made it to their bedroom, Remus' girlfriend helped him sit down on the bed with his back against the headbord.
"So let's take that sweater off so I can take care of your scratches and ribs." instructed (Y/N) and grabbed the hem of his top.
Remus started laughing slightly, which soon turned into a cough and gave her a tired smile. "Admit it. You just want to see me half naked."
(Y/N) suppressed a laugh and bit her lip. But it didn't quite work out. The corners of her mouth curled up and she giggled muffled.
"I don't have to admit anything. We've been together for ten years. If I want to see you naked, I have plenty of other opportunities. So let's get started. You need to rest."
Her boyfriend gave her one of those gentle smiles that made her heart melt over and over again. He leaned forward, so that she could pull the sweater over his head and then let himself fall back against the headboard with a sigh.
"Well, it doesn't look as bad as last time."
noted (Y/N) with relief and stroked gently under a wound, along his collarbone.
Remus muffled to agree and closed his eyes.
(Y/N) immediately started her work, cleaning the wounds, a little diptam essenz and bandage. Fortunately, that full moon didn't seem too bad. A few small scratches on his face, a couple on his upper body, and one on his forearm. The worst seemed to be his ribs, of which, as (Y/N) found with a quick spell, two were broken.
(Y/N) took the vial of Skele-Grow and held it in front of Remus' face.
"Broken ribs. So, bottoms up."
He screwed up his face and turned his head to one side. "I don't want to drink that stuff. It tastes awful." he protested.
She shook her head in amusement, put a hand on his cheek and turned his face back to her. "You know, sometimes you'r like a little kid. You've taken this stuff so many times. This time you can do it too. Then there is tea and chocolate and you can sleep." he sighed in resignation and then nodded. "Brave wolfi" (Y/N) giggles and pulled the cork out of the vial. Remus rolled his eyes but opened his mouth as she held the glass roll to his lips. She poured the contents into his mouth and he swallowed with narrowed eyes.
"Disgusting." he brought out and ran a hand over his mouth.
"Here, eat your chocolate."
(Y/N) held a piece of dark chocolate in front of him. He willingly opened his mouth again and managed to smile at the same time. His girlfriend giggled and put the piece on his tongue and then kissed the corner of his mouth.
While Remus continued to eat his chocolate, (Y/N) stroke with one hand through his mousey brown hair in which the first gray strands were slowly recognizable.
Not due to his age but to the pain and stress he had to go through every month.
He had been through so much in his life. At school and in the years after that he had his three best friends who had accompanied him during the full moon. From the moment she found out about his lycanthropy , she lay awake those nights and waited for the sun to rise. As soon as the sun rose she was on her way through the castle to the hospital wing, where she would wait for the four Marauders to arrive. She took care of him or just kept him company and stroked his hair. Just like now.
Not quite like now. She reminded herself.
He lost his best friends four years ago. One, James, killed by Voldemort along with his wife, Lilli. Ther son, Harry, with his terrible aunt and uncle. The other, Peter, murdered in cold blood by the third, Sirius,who is now sitting in Azkaban forever, because he had betrayed them all and killed muggles.
Now it was just the two of them.
He alone in the forest on full moon nights.
She l alone in the little cottage , waiting for his return. Always hoping he wouldn't hurt himself too badly. Taking care of him and stroking his hair as soon as he was back.
And she would always wait. Because she loves him.
When his chocolate was empty, she kissed his forehead and smiled against his skin. "You should sleep now." she whispered in a soft voice.
"Lay down with me" he whispered back and stretched out in bed, his head buried in the pillow. "Of course, always." she said in a low voice and circled the bed. On the free side, she lay on her back and turned her head in his direction to look at him.
He, too, had turned his head in her direction and looked at her through tired eyes.
"Can I put my head on your chest, hear your heartbeat." he asked softly in a hoarse voice.
"Sure, you don't have to ask." she answered, moved closer and stretched out her arms to him. He rolled over his shoulder, so that he was now lying on his stomach. One leg and arm crossed her body and his head on her chest, right above the point where he could best hear her heartbeat.
It was quiet in the small bedroom. Only the breathing of the two and the wind in the trees outside could be heard. The sunlight that came through the window enveloped the room in golden light, so that dust particles could be seen dancing through the air.
(Y/N) continued to run one hand through his hair and the other over his forearm. He was breathing steadily with his eyes closed. She thought he had fallen asleep when a quiet whispered question came from him: "Why are you doing this? Why are you staying with me? I'm a god damn monster. You should be scared of me and run away.You deserve something so much better. I have no money. I'll never get a real job. I will never be able to buy you jewelry or go to expensive restaurants with you. You should be with someone who can offer you a better life. Who doesn't turn into a bloodthirsty beast once a month." She could hear the tears in his scratchy voice, noticed how his hand craned into the fabric of her T-shirt and he pressed closer to her. She ran one hand over his wet cheek and took a deep breath.
"Because, I love you, with every fiber of my being. Because, I feel lonely without you. Because, I like to have you around, feel safe and protected with you. Because, you make me infinitely happy and every time I see you I have the feeling that my heart is about to jump out of my chest. I don't care if you have money or not. I don't care if you have lycanthropy or not. I love you because you are you, Remus. I don't want jewelry or expensive food that doesn't even taste good. All I want is you. Just you, Remus Lupin, now and as long as my heart beats. I will always take care of you because you do the same for me. You are not a monster, you are my Remus. My lovable, clever, silly, strong, polite, shy, generous, Remus. I love you for all that you are. Please don't forget that. Always." she explained in a calm, low voice and finally kissed him on the head.
It was quiet for a moment. Her spoken words hung in the room. Time passed and she was starting to get nervous while waiting for his answer.
"Stay with me forever." he whispered, his voice muffled by the fabric of her T-shirt. "Stay with me forever. Marry me and stay forever. I love you more than anything else in the world. You are the only person I have left. You are already my family, my home. I am ready to give you everything I have in the hope that it will be enough for you. So please marry me and stay forever."
(Y/N) was amazed. She had dreamed of marrying him one day. They had already shared ten years of their life together and she was ready to spend all other years with him as well. She smiled from ear to ear and now tears were running down her cheeks too. " YES YES YES. Of course I will." she replied happily her voice mixed with a happy sob. Remus propped himself up and brought his face over hers. "Yes?" he asked again and she nodded vigorously and put her arms around his neck. He too smiles happily and pressed his lips to hers for a kiss full of love.
"Thx" he whispered against her lips, and continued kissing her with all the love he felt for her. After a few seconds, he pulled his head back a few inches to look her in the eye and admitted, "I don't have a ring."
She giggled slightly and put her hands around his face. "I don't need a ring. Just you."
Remus smiled down at her and kissed her whole face, lastly her lips, on which he got stuck.
They just kissed for a while, the taste of tears, chocolate and tea on their lips, surrounded by their love for one another.
After a while they parted the kiss. Remus put his head back on her chest one arm and one leg over her body and pulled her very tightly against him. "My future Mrs Lupin. I love you." he whispered to her with a tired voice. It was time to go to sleep. He still wasn't recovered from the night he'd been through. But that was okay with him. Now he was engaged to the woman who loved. It was worth the loss of some sleep for him.
"I love you too, my future husband." she whispered back and put both arms around him. One of her hands brushed his hair again. Not long afterwards they both fell asleep. Both with a satisfied smile on their lips, snuggled very close to each other.
Both ready for what the future may bring as long as they had each other.
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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years
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TRUE COLORS ~ Ch. 3
You want to start the series? Chapter 1
Pairing: DBH!Connor x OC!Maya
Words: 2325
Warnings: none; Connor is adorable
After another long day at the Chicken Feed truck, Maya was glad to be back home. The neverending rain got replaced by soft falling snow, how it got announced. As she entered her apartment, Maya shook off the snow from her cost and got greeted by the soft female voice of her intercom. A nice warmth and her favorite ambient music were flooding her own four walls. That was home.
The tall skyline of Detroit rose behind the windows, its lights sparkling like million candles in the distance. One by one, Maya switched on small lamps for more indirect light and atmosphere. It was just past eight but already dark. From the right, she heard a low plop.
"Hey, Trevor. You're awake. Good morning, little one.", Maya said and greeted her small, nocturnal gecko in its terrarium. The small creature croaked happily as it saw its owner. Maya sprayed water for more humidity and removed an old leaf.
"It's freezing cold outside. You can be happy to be in there where it is so warm.", she said low, closed the glass door of the terrarium and decided to take a bath. A long, hot bath would be the right thing to end this long work day and to start her evening.
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"You have a visitor.", the intercom announced. Maya lowered her pencil and looked confused at the digital clock of her stove.
"Now? Who would visit me now?", she asked into the empty apartment. Trevor had no answer. It was past 2 AM and there was no one who would visit her to such an hour except Gary, who would have some kind of trouble. Maya sighed, stood up and answered the door. Surprise wouldn't be even the right choice of word to describe how Maya felt as she opened the door.
"C-Connor? What...what are you doing here?", she asked, still with the handle holding in her hand to close the door whenever necessary.
"Lieutenant Anderson suggested that I shall visit you.", Connor said and looked kinda lost. He had followed Hank’s instructions and yet, it seemed to be wrong again.
"Visit me? Why?", Maya asked puzzled. She watched how Connor, whose hair and shoulders were covered in snow, looked at a point in the distance. His LED flashing yellow.
"To talk about emotions.", Connor answered and looked back at Maya. She knew that she still looked at him with confusion.
"Okay, help me a bit here. I'm confused and have no idea how I could help you. Is it because of your case? Happened something there?", Maya asked directly and noticed how Connor relaxed a bit. That was a field he could control. Suddenly, she felt the coldness of the hallway on her naked feet, so she stepped aside.
"Come in. It's getting cold.", Maya said softly and let the android in, “What happened?”, she asked, closed the door and followed Connor.
"We were chasing two deviants and I...I had trained my gun at them. They were right in front of me but...", Connor started his explanation while he stepped into her living room.
"But you haven’t shot them?", Maya asked as he didn’t end his sentence. She tried to keep the nervousness out of her voice but held her breath.
"N-no... I... I couldn't.", Connor answered and looked at the ground while his LED was spinning yellow. Maya released her breath and relaxed. But she was also concerned about the state of the android.
"So, you didn't shoot them and that troubles you?", Maya asked softly. Connor nodded and this time, she gave him the time to speak when he was ready. He stopped at the wall and looked at her paintings.
"I got sent by CyberLife to investigate the spreading deviancy. The phenomenon that androids seem to start to feel. I got programmed to hunt and to stop deviants before it’s too late. To prevent something bad from happening.", he said automatically as if he was just repeating something he had said hundreds of times or what was an essential part of his code.
"But you couldn't shoot the two androids even if they were right in front of you? You acted against your program?", Maya asked, slowly understanding what the android's problem was. Connor was shifting between fulfilling his mission and obviously developing emotions on his own. For him it was problematic to process everything properly. Maya was sure that there was nothing in this world that would be more difficult for him right now.
"I... I don't know how that could happen.", Connor said and looked back at Maya who leant against her couch with her hands shoved into her front pockets.
"Can you tell me more about the androids? Or the case?", Maya asked calmly.
"It were two girls from the Eden Club. One of them killed a guy... accidentally.", Connor answered, remembering the early evening.
"Why did she kill the guy?", Maya asked, now, truly interested. Until now, she had just heard a few rumors about androids developing emotions. But murder was a whole new level.
"She said she was just defending herself as the victim started to hit her. She feared that she would die and so she... She...", Connor said and stopped.
"She defended herself to run away with another android?", Maya asked and connected the dots.
"Yeah... Lieutenant Anderson said the two girls seem to be in ... love.", Connor said and drew his brows together as he processed the said. Since he had started to talk about the case, now, it was the first time where his LED circled rapidly in a blinking yellow and a hint of red. For Maya the indicator that this was his main problem.
"They were in love? And as the one told you why she did it you couldn't shoot her?", Maya asked and Connor nodded. Once again, the android looked through her apartment to distract himself.
Connor scanned the area out of habit. The gecko croaked as it watched, very interested, how the android walked through the apartment. Next to the terrarium was a desk with sketches scattered over it. A bigger pad laid in the middle of the desk. A sketch of a person was drawn but it wasn't finished, just the outlines, so Connor had no idea what it would be later. Next to the desk was a canvas stand with a painting in the making. Several shades of green were smeared across the canvas and created an illusion of depth.
On the wall behind the stand, Connor saw finished, colorful paintings. They were paintings of geckos and plants like copies of the plants that were spread in the apartment. Connor scanned the plants. All of them were real and healthy with the right hydration. Another painting of her gecko hung at the other wall and Connor was looking at it for a few minutes. Maya walked over to him. His LED had calmed down back to blue. She was glad to see the android to be more relaxed again.
"You're very talented. Are you a painter?", Connor asked, looking at Maya with curiosity.
"Yeah... I'm currently studying art to get my bachelor's degree.", Maya said and looked at the painting one last time before she walked over to the couch. She signaled Connor to follow her. Maya sat with crossed legs in one corner of her couch and Connor sat next to her, well-behaved like a kid with his hands folded in his lap and with a straight back.
"So, how I see it, you have troubles processing the fact that you couldn't shoot the deviants how you should have.", Maya said cautiously. Connor nodded but stayed silent.
"Was it a conscious decision you made?", she asked further. Minutes were ticking by before Connor looked up at her. His brown eyes looked soft but sad. His face held a confused expression. Maya laid her hand reassuring on his arm and she noticed how his LED circled yellow. Maybe processing her question or her touch.
"Take your time to answer. We have all the time in the world.", Maya said low and softly with a smile.
"It was a decision I made. I decided not to shoot because...", Connor admitted finally.
"Because?", Maya asked softly. Connor looked from her hand into her eyes.
"I saw no reason. I knew I had to shoot them because my program, my mission, demanded it but I... I didn't want to.", Connor admitted low and blinked several times as he realized what he had said. Maya smiled softly at him.
"You made a decision on your own, Connor. It was your own decision to spare these girls because their death wasn't helpful for your mission."
"But I.. that must not be! I have to fulfill my mission to stop the deviants.", Connor said troubled.
"I'm convinced you will be able to find a way to solve this case without killing someone. There is always an alternative. To spare someone's life is always better.", Maya said and watched how Connor calmed down. His LED turned from yellow back to blue and slowed down.
"You said something about love earlier.", Maya asked and tried to guide the conversation to the next important topic. The reason why Hank had sent this android to her in the middle of the night.
"Y-yeah... Hank said the androids, the two girls, would be in love.", Connor explained and looked confused again. For Maya, he looked totally cute like this but she had to focus back on the current situation to keep a clear mind.
"You now, love is a good thing. There is no need to stop it. Love is the biggest power in this world.", Maya tried to explain a complex emotion.
"But they're androids. They don't really feel something. Their emotions are just errors in their software. They're emulating them.", Connor said, what sounded more like instructions in a manual.
"Do you really think that?", Maya asked, interested in his answer. There was something in his eyes that betrayed him.
"I.. yes.", Connor said but Maya saw the insecurity in his eyes. It had been a mechanical, programmed answer which would come automatically.
"What is love?", Connor asked suddenly.
"Oh, uhm... you can't explain that easily but I will try it. Love connects people in a powerful way. There is the bond between parents and their kids. Between siblings and of course, between two people in a relationship. When you love someone, they are the first thought in the morning when you wake up and the last before you fall asleep. You are willing to do anything for the one you love. Sometimes you fear to lose them because without them you wouldn't feel complete. There are people who would die to save the one they love. Or kill each other because they can't be together like Romeo and Juliet.", Maya tried to explain as best as possible. Love was a complex structure which wasn't easy to explain within a few minutes.
"That's a dramatic reaction.", Connor said serious as he processed the information.
"Love can be magnificent...or even disastrous. But if you love, you know that because the other person is everything you can think of. They matter more than your own life and you just want to be with them. Suddenly, there is someone in your life who seemed to be more important than yourself.", Maya closed her explanation. Connor inclined his head to one side.
"Have you ever been in love?", he asked interested. Maya was friendly and calm and the complete difference to all the humans he had met so far. He watched her bright eyes sparkling in the half dark and her hair falling over her shoulders like soft waves. For the first time, he noticed such things on someone else.
‘Software instability…’, the note popped up in front of his eyes.
"Oh… uhm…not really...not how I have explained it but in some way...yeah-", Maya explained stammering.
"But you're alone, aren't you? Or do you have a partner at the moment?", Connor asked further. Now, more interested in her than before.
‘Software instability…’, once again the note was showing up.
"No, I.. I'm single, at the moment. I had a few relationships but nothing too serious.", Maya answered, shifting uncomfortably.
"Haven't you loved them enough that they left?", Connor asked and Maya felt more uncomfortable under his intense glance which was innocent at the same time. She understood that Connor was like a child at this point. If he wanted to understand, he had to ask questions that came to his mind.
"Unfortunately, it's not that simple. There are different factors for people to stay together and sometimes... it's not enough to love each other. Sometimes even loving someone isn't enough that a relationship works out.", Maya tried to explain but she saw that Connor had difficulties to follow.
"Okay, look, I will try to explain it to you.", Maya changed her sitting position closer to Connor. He followed her lead and it seemed that he made himself more comfortable.
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As she awoke, Maya realized that she must have fallen asleep on the couch. Slowly, she remembered how she had tried to explain love to an android the whole night. As she sat up, Maya noticed the blanket covering her.
"Connor?", she asked sleepy into the apartment but there was no response. She wasn't surprised but she smiled softly about the memories of how they had talked until she had fallen asleep against Connor's shoulder in the early morning hours.
Feeling wonderful, Maya pulled the blanket closer to her chest to keep the warmth a moment longer. That was it that a small piece of paper fell to the ground. Maya leant forward to collect it. It was just a small note but the words let her smile:
I had to leave and I didn't want to wake you. Thank you for … everything!
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Chapter 3 Body and Soul (Crimson)
Warnings: None (future nsfw)
A/N: Hello guys! Sorry for the delay, what happens is that I was a little busy with some personal things but I'm back.
I will try to update twice a week and each time as we progress through the story, make the chapters longer. Another thing is I didn't notice that the previous chapter i published the draft instead of the final version. Which had many otorgraphic and writing errors. But it's already corrected. If you find something let me know so I can fix it. Also I am very happy for all the support, thank you for your lovely comments. Another thing, Do you want me to create a tag list?. Please tell me in the comments. That's all I wanted to say. Enjoy your reading! 🖤
Chapter 3(Crimson)
Lost in my thoughts, I walked towards the exit of the building while i was looking at the sky with some concern. It wouldn't be long before the sun rise.
And honestly, I was very scared. I did'nt know anyone in this city and didn't know what time it was in the area. My life was in danger and although I was sure that I still had time based on what the sky looked like.
I was still very worried about not knowing what time it was exactly. Looking at my watch was in vain. It was scheduled for London time not New York.
I was very nervous but I had to calm down. So i calculated that there were 2 hours left until the sun rise. And although it sounds like it's a lot of time, I don't know how much traffic there is in this city. And I needed to be in the nearest hotel as soon as posible.
Again I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not notice that a taxi parked in front of me, it was not until I heard the drivers voice that I noticed it.
—Good night miss, are you waiting for someone else? Or do you need me to take you somewhere? —
Hearing that question made me feel more relaxed again.
—Sure, I actually have nowhere to go. Could you recommend a hotel near here. One with good facilities. The price point doesn’t matter but I really need to get a good place to relax, preferably the closest hotel to the airport.—
I told him as I opened the door and carried my suitcase.
—Of course ma'am, in fact we are close to many good hotels. They are a few streets away. Would you like me to take you to see the exteriors and based on how they look you choose one?. I assure you that they are all very good, some more than others but none are bad. —
The man smiled while he waited for my answer.
I sighed feeling realised.
—Yes please, I would like it very much. —
The man laughed as he drived the car.
—You are not from here are you? I can tell by your accent. —
I nodded as i looked out the window. Analyzing the area I was in.
—That's right, I'm from London. I was transferred from my job. —
—That's so interesting. Sounds like fun to have a job where you travel a lot. —
—Well yeah you're not wrong. But I also needed to start a new life. —
I confessed while we entered to a large avenue with many buildings with hotels and apartments. Some were prettier than others.But nothing look bad about them.
—Is one of you liking? Or do you want me to go further so you can see more options?. —
The truth is that I could already choose one of the many hotels that were on the street. And I couldn't be so demanding, since i needed a safe place away from natural light as soon as possible. But a hunch told me to accept the man's proposal.
—Sure, I think we can see a few more options.—
No matter how much the car moved forward, nothing interested me. It wasn't until we reached the corner of the avenue that a large black building with Victorian architecture caught my attention. On the outside it had an ad with red calligraphy that said "Crimson".
—Stop here, I like this one. —
I pointed to the old building.
—I’m sorry to tell you this, but that hotel is very strict. They do not allow the entry to anyone who doesn't have a membership. It has already happened several times that I leave people here and they end up removing them from the place.—
—Don't worry I will try to enter. If i can´t then I’ll choose one of the hotels that are on this street. How much do I owe you? —
—If you insists, it’s $30 dollars.—
I nodded as I handed over his money.
—Thank you very much, also keep the change. —
I took my suitcase and closed the car's door as I approached the entrance of the building. However I was stopped at the door by a very tall man with brown hair and grey eyes.
— Good night, Miss. Could you give me your membership please. —
Embarrassed, I bit my lower lip and then proceeded to do something I didn't wanted.
—You're going to let me in no matter the rules of the place or what your bosses say. —
I smiled already knowing the results of my action. The man nodded and then open the door for me.
Once inside I noticed that a tall girl with black hair and violet eyes smiled at me as she applauded me.
—That was so wesome, Alice. Just as I expected, James didn't cause you any trouble. —
The girl approached very excited.
—Who are you and why do you know my name?—
I asked very confused and feeling insecure. Since she was aware of what I had just done and the worst thing was that she knew my name. This was getting very strange and I was not liking it.
—I am Grace Crimson. Owner of the hotel and great friend of your Boss Nat. —
—Do you know Nat? —
I said in a very incredulous voice.
—Of course Alice. But hey that is the least important thing right now, let me show you your room and I give you Nats phone number so you can call her.—
While I was trying to process the information, one of the attendants took my suitcase.
—Did Nat tell you in any way that I will come here? —
She just laughed at my question.
— I knew you'd say that. Don't be silly, honey. You are acting like a newborn vampire in the clan. Look dear, I'll explain. I can see the future. Today I had a vision of you in which I saw you giving orders to my guard right outside my hotel. It should be noted that I was concerned, because I didn't knew who you were, so I called all the offices until I found some information about you. To at least make sure that you weren't dangerous to us and to be able to take the necessary measures. By the way, I don't want you to feel bad about what I told you. But these are difficult times and we must take care of each other. —
Of course she was right, what a fool I was. I have been so involved in my personal feelings and problems that I overlook the fact that many in our community have that ability.
—Don't worry, it's okay Grace. I understand. I know how the security protocol works. And I also understand perfectly that you investigated me and that you needed to know who I was. —
I confessed.
—I already knew you were going to say that tho. Hey you are more friendly and understanding than I expected from someone who can control people's minds with their voice. No ofence but your kind is usually a very pretentious. —
I couldn't help laughing at that comment.
—I was like that many years ago, but someone changed me. I try not to abuse my powers too much, only when it’s necessary. —
I lowered my gaze to caress a silver ring with a red diamond that I had on my ring finger.
When she saw how my mood changed, she immediately hug me.
—Don't torment yourself over the past. —
She took me by the hand to walk me through those long corridors of the building. I must admit that I felt a little emotional. The place reminded me a lot of my grandmother's house.
—Here is your room, as you can see it is very spacious, it has a king size bed, living room, bathroom with a bathtub and a beautiful balcony. Also here is Nat's phone number. And don't forget to close all the curtains including the ones on the bed. —
She handed me the keys, a red card and a pos it with Nat’s new number.
—James leave the suitcase on her bed. —
The man obeyed her order and put the suitcase on my bed.
—Sure Grace. Thank you very much for all the hospitality. It has been a long time since I felt welcomed in a place. —
She smiled
—I know we are going to be very good friends. —
After that she closed the door behind me.
It's amazing how someone's life could change in an instant.
One day you are in London crying for your ex and the next day you are in New York and you're dreaming with a man who doesn’t even exist.
Thinking about that, I began to close all the curtains in the room and then i took the phone from the bureau next to the bed.
With some fear I called her, I knew that she would be very upset with me. But i had to do it.
—Hey nat it's me, Alice. —
—You are an idiot, I was so worried! Never do that to me ever again! I thought you wanted to kill yourself or something like that...
You sounded so sad. God you have take some therapy you can't continue living like this...—
I sigh very annoyed.
— Anyway, I already spoke with Bruce and he already gave you permission to work in New York. And before I forget to tell you this. Tomorrow you have a job to do. I need you in a bar, we think we found someone who can serve us for the clan. You will have to go to a concert near a local bar in the town. Grace will leave you the papers with the man's information.—
—Perfect. By the way, thank you very much for the favor. You don't know how grateful I am with you. Anyways, I will leave you, I am very tired and I would like to sleep as much as possible to be in the best possible conditions tomorrow—
—Of course dear. Have a good night. —
Grateful to Nat, I hung up the call and then closed my eyes. But not without first remembering Peter's beautiful green eyes.
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I Do, Do I?
If you follow my regular blog that I rarely post on, you'll know that my heterosexual roomie proposed to me. The thing is, we're both hetero females that decided that instead of getting married by 50 at the rate we're going, we may as well. The amount of benefits married couples get while they're still in college is ridiculous. We have friends that live a town away that are both married since they graduated high school and the amount of money they were able to save landed them a cozy four-bedroom house. Sounds too good to be true, and believe me I wish it were. I am still attending my local university myself trying to double major, as is my roommate. We both have multiple jobs to support our apartment but with expenses, we're borderline broke. There's enough to get by, that being said when classes start is where the trouble begins. Marriage is looking pretty tempting right now. Is it really all it's cracked out to be? Here are the details I've heard so far; You get generous financial aid meaning starving is less likely, Married life is less expensive which is less cost of living in an apartment or house, Mutual motivation from your spouse (depends but mine's fine), and it prepares you for what marriage is actually like.
In Short, my maybe wife and I will pay less for college, less for housing, have that emotional support most people lack, and get a taste of what being married to a man is like (sort of). The bargain is that if we actually go through with this, we'll still date men as we please and if we're in an actual relationship and the guy proposes we get a divorce. Imagine your maid of honor is your ex-wife? There's more humor to it. He picks you up for a date and she's watching tv. Before you go, "Bye Honey!", or she gets the door for you and introduces herself as your actual married wife. The situation is so complex that I'm actually near writing a book about it. Here's where I advertise my Finding Mr. Darcy book trilogy that's in the works. If there's one thing I know about, it's being single. I'm the Carrie Bradshaw of singles instead of sex, that is if I can even claim that title. I asked my friend if he thought being married had all the perks and he said this; "It's a pipedream trying to trap singles into thinking life is better with someone else. True as that last statement maybe, the rest is not. The idea is that after marriage it's time to settle down. You move into a cottage in the plains, wide-open spaces where all the little kids can run around. Your husband comes back from work and the two of you snuggle in bed without a care, it's bullshit. Girls and I mean girls are too high maintenance now that you've got to give them everything they want or it's no deal. Hell, you're even lucky to find a woman who actually wants to care for you as much as herself. Total pipedream, and waste in this century."
That was the first time I had ever heard him speak so hopelessly about love. I expected an answer like "No, true love is out there somewhere." as he often said, but this was not the case at all. Either he was in a really bad mood that day, or I don't know my best friend like I thought I did. The next day, I decided to take a look at married couples in the workplace, by workplace, I mean my job in digital services. From what I was seeing was a lot of arguing. Either the man would be on the computer and the woman was nagging on him the whole time or the woman was on the computer and the man was making her feel like she was stupid. If both parties were separate, the wife would call every ten minutes to ask meaningless questions, or the wife was present with two or more hyper kids. It was hard for them to get anything done with or without their spouse present. I also decided to take a look at single parents and the closest one was my sister. In 2019, she got pregnant with my nephew by her boyfriend Will. She had him in march of 2020, so he's about a year old and beginning to get used to his legs. When she's home, she's stressed from being home from work, and on her off days, she's stressed with her son's rambunctious behavior. Our mother watches him when she's working her ten-hour shifts and leaves the rest to her when she gets back. Pretty soon it'll just be my sister and her kid when mom moves down south of the US. Both can verify that he's quite the handful and with my experience, he is. That doesn't mean I love him any less, but my share of babysitting isn't any easier.
The situation is mutual whether you're married or not with kids. Stress with a side of stress and exhaustion. Putting kids aside, I've seen couples without kids like my maybe wife's other best friend. Things seem all prim and proper when they come to visit, but according to her, they still manage to argue almost on a daily. My coworkers feel the same way about marriage life even when I had explained my situation. They continued to urge me to take things into careful consideration before jumping head into marriage. I kept getting negative answers from people despite my search to find some hope for the situation. Then the question crossed my mind; despite the fairytale images given to us in childhood, is it really worth the trouble of getting married?
Julie: "It always ends in tears. Someone leaves, someone dies, or you get a divorce."
Varsha: "So long as they compliment you. You need support from both parties for it to work."
Denny: "It depends. You don't need a man or woman to support you all the way, you can do fine just being single. My wife and I are great, but I'd be just as fine alone."
Enzo: "No. All odds are against you in the long run. The woman finds someone else to bug and takes half of everything."
Annie: "It's more of a want than a need. The best thing is not to be pressured into it if you're not 100% into it."
Vinny: "Only if you're ready and trust each other all the way."
Marcus: "The question you should be asking is if friendship is worth it. That's what it really comes down to."
Lori: "It can be fulfilling despite the fear of failure."
The answers kept leading me in circles and in the end, I wound up back where I started. It was a total toss-up of whether you got heads or tails, but I wasn't about to give in that easily. I decided to take my venture to a baseball game on Friday and what I saw there nearly startled me. A couple of 65 years renewed their vows at the stadium. I started to think that maybe all it did take was a bit of compromise and despite half the negativity from my interview and friends there really is someone for everyone. Perhaps the divorced people just haven't found the right person just yet. Like my grandmother on my mother's side, she married four men before she met my grandfather and they've been together almost fifty years. I guess you could say it was a task of trial and error, but it worked out in the long run. Neither of them has ever had a reason to want to divorce. Before I leave questions unanswered, yes my grandfather too also had his share of divorces. The numbers don't seem to matter, only the fact that there really could be someone out there for everyone. A glimmer of hope to end this rather late and brief update. I wonder if there really is hope, is there still time for we singles of every shade and orientation. Is there truly that soulmate we all long for somewhere besides where we are? Until next time and Much Love Your Way Darlings!
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HERE'S WHAT I JUST REALIZED ABOUT WRITING
It's usually a mistake for a promising company less than a year old even to talk to other people uncannily prescient will seem obvious to you. Good VCs are smart money, but also that there are or aren't standards of taste. You'll be working on your own thing, instead of flowing down from the top. That's what was killing all the potential startups. You may dispute either of the premises, but if you get bored halfway through and start making the bricks mechanically instead of observing each one, the drawing will look boring. Originally the only way to find out is to try to think of VCs as piratical: bold but unscrupulous. While I'm sure Larry and Sergey as one person. That's what you're addicted to. It felt as if someone had brought up the topic of lung cancer. The third cause of Microsoft's death: everyone can see the same thing. He didn't mean it to be a contender again, this is not what I remember from it, I doubt it would amount to much more than a page.
The point is, you can at least approach that by getting rid of the sources of error in your own company, like Wozniak did. When you're trying to solve is still there. But here's a related suggestion that goes with the grain instead of against it: that universities establish a writing major. They have an answer, certainly, but if he does well he'll gradually be in a position of having to choose one out of a random set of individual biases, because the suggestion of stopping gets combined in your mind with the imaginary high price you think they'll offer. Adults would sometimes come to speak to us about their work, and indeed that the reason there aren't more Googles is that most startups get bought before they can change the world, not as a way to start a startup to be rejected by all the VCs except the best ones. And if you're doing really well, you can be as convinced as you like about your idea, and it will seem to other people uncannily prescient will seem obvious to you. They just got the job done.
What should they do? There are no shops on the island and you won't be able to say they were funded by Sequoia, even if you don't like to get you to the point where you're trying to make art, the temptation to be lazy is as great as in any other kind of work is the future. Occasionally the things adults made you do were fun, just as, occasionally, playing wasn't—for example, so competition ensured the average journalist was fairly good. For example, open source software is more reliable precisely because it's open source; anyone can find mistakes. Something you publish ought to tell the reader something he didn't already know. So is it coming out of them was to ask for more because they know it's true. So is email, on a smaller scale in wood. Jack Lambert was the exception. But if you find a work of art sets expectations by its level of finish.
One got that by fighting, whether literally in the case of Gilded Age financiers contending with one another to assemble railroad monopolies. A couple weeks ago I finally figured it out. By honest I don't mean to imply that good design aims at some kind of paternal responsibility toward employees without putting employees in the position of children. There is a point where I'll do without books. There are tricks in startups, as there are in any domain, but they are an order of magnitude less important than solving the real problem. They have the same sullen resentment as children made to do something with what you've read to feel productive. All the pain of whatever problem you're trying to make a billion dollars a year. The suburbs of Pittsburgh in the 1970s were a pretty dull place. School was boring. Nearly all the people we fund at Y Combinator use Apple laptops. I could find.
But reading Austen is like reading nonfiction. For practically its whole existence, that is. Some ideas are easy for people to relive experiences without any goal in mind, simply to learn from open source and blogging is that ideas can bubble up from the bottom, instead of flowing down from the top. Is there some way to beat this limitation? If you found people who'd never seen an image of it and sent them to a museum in which it was hanging among other paintings with a tag labelling it as a way of exploring the world, and in the process not to starve. Thump. At this point, anyone proposing to run Windows on servers should be prepared to explain what they know about servers that Google, Yahoo, and Amazon don't. And yet as it gets cheaper to start startups hope universities can teach them about startups.
Plenty of things we now consider prestigious were anything but obvious. That type of founder is going to come up with will not merely be bad for your career to say that the unsuccessful founders had the sort of founders about whom we'd say they can take care of itself. For example, when I was younger. Much as everyone thinks they want financial security, the happiest people are not those who have it, but this algorithm guarantees they'll miss all the very best ideas. So you can still get large returns on large amounts of money; you just have to spread it more broadly. There is a point where I'll do without books. But I don't think you can even talk about good or bad design except with reference to some intended user.
PB made a point in your life. I'd read. At each step, flow down. Most of the people who a are hard to overcome when you suddenly get competition. There was some initial resistance, but it has to double: if you depend on an oligopoly, you sink into bad habits that are hard to trick, only users, and you have misgivings about them, trust your instincts. Here's an upper bound: Do what you love assumes a certain length of time. Questions aren't enough. Not necessarily. None of these companies were even meant to be companies at first. And to my horror I started acting like a child. I don't know enough to say.
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czec-hoslo-vak-ians · 3 years
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Omg you guys I'm so excited to start ranting about Roswell [1999-2002]
It's just going to be my opinions of each episode and all the Feelings it brings back. If you have not seen the show don't read there will be SPOILERS .
Leat get on with the episode
I'm a huge fan of voice-overs I think it up so does she start with them. I like it that you see the episode through that person's eyes are the events that happened. In this case the episode is through liz eyes. Who carries around any alien picture in the pocket, Tourists people believe anything. Some people can be so rude. Max Evans does have starting promble it's a little creepy like. ( then again I would not mind him staring). It's definitely not in Maria's meditation. You can already tell that Max and Liz have this unspeakable connection they are not even speaking to each other at this moment. Liz getting shot is a little bit her fault , when everyone else saw the gun they all duct except for Liz. When Max tells Maria to call an ambulance I get it it was to distract her I can get her out of the way however Max healed Liz to the point where she didn't need an ambulance. I think the flashback of Liz in a cupcake dress is super cute the dress is super cute for a little girl however I don't think the little girl looked cute in a dress.( that's just my opinion) I really do you like that coconut bra she's wearing. Even from a young age Max can you say creepy just a little bit. Everytime I see Michael Guerin my heart flutters. There's just something about him. So here you have it the start of Max and Liz.
I love Maria's description of the two people that had a gun who arguing. I love that gets caught sniffing something it does look illegal. Tourits people need to not stick your nose where it doesn't belong. Liz should have said yeah they must have been kid from my school instead of pretending not to recognize them. Why would you hide your uniform and your school book bag I totally would have hid it somewhere in my room or just got rid of it. I think I would have been a little more freaked out if I saw a silver handprint on my stomach after just being shot. Of course curiosity got the best of liz.( you know they say curiosity killed the cat) Kyle the boyfriend is kind of cute not my fav person at the moment( spoiler alert he does grow on me eventually).
This is one of my favorite scenes of Max( there are not many of them) where he just simply points to the sky he didn't say anything he just points. I even like that he throws in a joke to soften the situation. I can't believe Max has that much faith in Liz that he put his life in her hands now just by telling her his secret.
Maria Spidey senses are going off she knows that there's something off with Liz which means she knows her best friend very well. However on the other hand Maria does a tend to overthink things. Alex is such a dud, I guess you just need that one dud in the show and just happened to the Alex( that's just my opinion). I don't blame Isabelle for being pissed off at Max for spilling the beans and for being super hero theme day. I love the fact that they put hot sauce on everything( I put everything and makes food just tastes better however I do not put hot sauce in my drinks). I totally understand Michael wanting to leave because I know what it feels like to be wanted just for the monthly check. I guess this is why I relate too Michael more.
( there's a little hiccup in this episode) [when Maria is complaining to Alex in the cafe abou Liz t not sitting next to her and homeroom< today>, is before the scene where she talks Liz about the blood on her order slip pad talking in the school bathroom together and it's a hiccup because in both scenes Maria is wearing the same exact shirt.] So thoes two cease should have been flipped.
Max should not be irritated that Isabel is using her powers when NO one is around.( I think Sheriff Valenti is a good looking older man) Isabel face expression looks like she's hiding something, she is so nervous she needs to relax and calm down. Suspicions would have never fell upon them if Michael didn't kick Tabasco sauce can. I completely understand where Michael's coming from. I understand that Max had a split second choice and saving liz or not, but he did not have to tell her the truth not until after he talked to Michael and Isabel first. Liz and Kyle is the most awkward relationship I've ever seen oh, there is really no chemistry. If you have a mystery hand print on your belly like that why wouldn't you be covering it up more try to hide it. Kyle sing that handprint is going to open up a slew of can of worms.
I like that Max is trying to explain what he did and to show her that he's not dangerous. Liz is a is obsessed with Max now. Kyle has such a big mouth why would he go blab to his father about what he saw instead of talking to his first about it. Of course the Sheriff knew that Liz was lying. I don't believe the sheriff when he says that someone turned in her book bag, and I bet the sheriff did not have a search warrant to go through her book bag. Agent Stevens < is the same guy that's in the TV show called the good doctor just a younger version of of himself> the sheriff needs to stop obsessing with this. If he believes his father or feel something is off why would he give the dress away instead of collecting the information off the dress himself.
Liz wasn't expecting Max to go along with telling her everything. Max slipped up and said we instead of I now he has definitely roped in Michael and Isabel. I'm glad Liz told Max everything that she knows what what the sheriff.
I love that Michael doesn't need anything he can just up and leave. It seems like that Michael is the only one who wants to know more about who the alien side of him is. I'm glad that Maria knows now this is a big secret to keep I really hope she doesn't crack under pressure and slips up until someone else. I can't stand Max and the choices he makes he's such a manipulator , he hates choosing Sides he knows that he can't choose to be on Liz side (even though he wants too) He also wants to do what is best for Isabel and Michael (his family) that's why he has to manipulate Isabel in choosing to listen to Liz because he knows that Isabel won't go anywhere without him. And that's why he says he's going to turn himself in, Because he couldn't choose a side.
Of course the plan involves Kyle. I love that Isabel pick out Alex in a crowd of people while wearing a mask. Poor Alex is confused on y Maria is hanging out with Isabelle. Kyle is such a( he doesn't know that he's the distraction or the bait)[ not sure what the word is called] I can't believe Liz is doing this to her boyfriend. You can totally tell that their relationship is a one-sided relationship. That stings when Max asks aren't you going to Read Me My Rights and Valente says do you have any hinting that Valenti doesn't think Max belongs here on Earth. I'm glad that Max answered Valenti's question truthfully about being at the crashdown. Of course Alex would have to get in the way. You can totally tell Valente doesn't believe that his son was standing over Maria. Did Valente just lie to his son? Cuz I'm pretty sure he ran past Liz when he went over towards Maria oh, maybe he really didn't see her while he is running towards Maria. I really wish Valente was on their side instead of making enemies of that instead of trying to figure out what or who they are. Michael Isabelle and Max definitely feel like outcasts when they see each other people cheering and bringing up aliens in the spaceship.
I'm glad that Max is one to say that it's not safe for them to be in a relationship even though he really wants to be. If you read between the lines you would understand why Max says thank you instead of saying you're welcome when Liz says thank you for saving my life. It's because that's the day that his life really began that he could be truly himself.[ here is another oops.. in the beginning it says September 23rd 5 days ago I die however at the end it says September 24th 5 days ago I die... ] (I think that's an error in editing Department) or maybe they want us to think that she was writing all night that It crossed over to the 24th the next day.
Well you guys that's the end of the episode I had fun I hope you had fun I see you on the other side!
Quote of the episode" Great. You're an alien. That's fantastic. Excellent"?
Coming up next: the morning after.
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2021 Ehlers Danlos Society Awareness Month (Day 5 Prompt: School and Teachers
I didn't get a diagnosis until I finished college however I did have several teachers who realized something was going on. The first one to take notice was my first grade teacher Mrs. M. She notified my mom that she believed I had learning disabilities and believed something was going on. The school continued to refuse to do any kind of testing but she stepped up and fought them. My mom even had a picture of a birthday cake I made for my dad in which I wrote “Happy Birthday Dad” on the cake totally backwards as if it were a reflection in a mirror. Mrs. M not only gave me the individualized attention I needed but also wouldn't take no for an answer from the school which made them do basic learning disability testing and put me into a specialized reading and writing class.
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It wasn't until later elementary school, when I was in the 3rd-5th grade that I believe my Gym Teacher Mr. W started noticing something was going on. He never said anything so I can’t be sure he realized there was a problem however he did provide some extra help for me in gym, like when we did pull ups he was always happy to help lift part of my weight and never said anything about my inability to run, throw balls, do sit ups and pushups properly, only grading me on effort and would sometimes ask me if I needed help with certain things or would give me tips without it being too obvious to other students. He was genuinely just a happy guy though. He would whistle the lamb chops song while we ran and was pretty relaxed which is why I’m not sure he noticed but since he did conspicuously offer help to me makes me believe it at least crossed his mind that something was going on. A lot of EDS patients really struggled with gym teachers and learned to hate that class but I always had really good gym teachers who took notice to the fact that my inability do succeed in sports wasn't my fault. They always knew that I wasn't lazy and there was something more going on in my body that caused me to be clumsy, weak and different than the other kids.
In middle school, I didn't have a gym as I went to a homeschool coop which was more like a private school. When entering this school I had yet to start treatment for my Juvenile Dwarfism but in contrast to my first school where I was bullied for being tiny and clumsy, at this school I quickly became the most popular kid in the school. This made me blend in so my teachers didn't really notice much atypically that was going on. The students however were the ones that did notice but being small, I was no longer a freak but at this school I was “Pocket Sized” and my social awkwardness and clumsiness was embraced as uniquely different and original. The girls would fight over whose house I would spend the night at on the weekend and as gym was replaced by Friday field trips, the guys would fight over who got to give me a piggyback ride during the field trips. The falling is a lot less noticeable when people are either piggy backing you around all the time or you had people around you all the time so if you tripped usually someone was grabbing your arm to catch you before it was that noticeable. This is the school where I really came out of my shell and went from the shy kid to the social butterfly. So much so that the teacher would start occasionally referring to me as a butterfly before telling me to stop talking. I eventually passed up the educational capabilities of the teacher and was put into a place of teaching younger students myself which forced me to leave and return to public school, this time at a different public school in the country.
In high school I was kind of right in that sweet spot when it came to popularity. Right in the middle where I didn't have problems with anyone and was able to befriend some of the jocks and cheerleaders as well as the kids in quiz bowl and band. I had a lot of friends but not so many that it became overwhelming or stressful because here at least there weren't fights over whose house I went to, whose vehicle I rode in on the way to a field trip, which kid was going to get me as their big sister in the big sister big brother program, who got to sit by me etc. so it was more manageable and I again started falling more under the radar of the teachers.
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My high school gym teacher Mrs. B again took notice of my unusual body mechanics in gym and after my first gym class which was sports based suggested I switch to another class that was actually a harder class but totally different as well, focusing on weight lifting, cardio and fitness rather than sports. She was able to teach me for the first time in my life, how to run. She also took note that where I lacked in upper body strength, I excelled in lower body strength and helped me to eventually be able to leg press 320 lbs. when I was only 92 lbs. by the time I graduated. My goal was to hit 300 lbs. which she suggested I lower that a bit but on the last day I leg pressed 300 lbs. and then told my partner to put a ten on each side, just to see if I could do it, and leg pressed 320 lbs. one time and said well, there's one. Now I can say I did it and we put the barbells up. When It came to bench pressing I barely could bench the 45 lbs. bar without any weights added at all and was the only one in the class who had to start with a mini 35 lb. bar. She taught me to do proper push ups and my body mechanics really improved with her help.
I had an English teacher in high school named Mrs. H. She reminded me of a grandmother when I was in high school and improved my reading skills more than any teacher I ever had when I was in the later years of elementary school, the reading and writing teacher pulled my mom in for a meeting, telling her that unfortunately, at this point, I just wasn’t progressing in those classes and I would be illiterate. Back then their teaching philosophy for reading was to look at the picture in a book and describe what was happening in the book which wasn't reading at all but it was also rather strict and if you did what she said and described the picture and it wasn't the same as the words she wasn't exactly mean but definitely made it clear in a very frustrated sounding voice that that was wrong. When I took the proficiency test she had essentially given up on me at that point and would read the multiple choice questions to me in the reading section and then ask me if it was A, B, C or D and if I got the wrong answer she would tell me to guess again, essentially making it look like I was doing a great job since all of the answers were right which in turn made it look like she was doing a great job to later tell my mom I would be illiterate. When I left that school I finally started learning to read in the 7th grade, reading at a first grade level.
By my senior year of high school. I was reading at a 3rd grade level when I got Mrs. H who was the first to really be able to teach me how to read. A lot of people didn't like her class because it was so hard and the homework could get extensive but the challenge is exactly what I needed as well as her teaching style to make reading, for the first time in my life, interesting. She was always willing to work with us and help and upon grading our papers she was incredibly thorough when marking errors and explaining why they were incorrect which gave me much more understanding than simply saying “No, that's not right. Try again” I was finally able to understand and learn from my mistakes as well as feeling as if her detail was proof, explaining why I got the grade I did. She was willing to work with us one on one up at her desk and it was quite obvious that teaching English was a true passion of hers which really wore off on me. By the time I graduated and took my college entrance exam, I was shocked to learn that not only was my reading no longer at a 3rd grade level but I had tested into college level, honors English and eventually took the hardest English class the college offered, not because it was required but chose it as an elective, just for fun and acing it. She really helped me overcome my biggest barrier when it came to learning disabilities and what's more amazing is that she was able to do this in a single year.
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In college, multiple professors took notice of my health issues. While in the nursing program I was often used as the example student. The one the professors would call to the front of the class for demos or in the classes with two professors they used me as a fill in to help with demonstrations because I had been in the hospital so much myself that I oftentimes already knew the content being taught and sometimes had teachers saying they wish they could test out people like me from some of the classes because I could have probably gone in the first day of class and passed the final without even taking the class because of my life experiences and medical history. I was the one everyone wanted to use to practice drawing blood on because I was such a hard stick so it was no secret that I had a lot of health issues though at the time no one knew the ultimate cause of them was Ehlers Danlos Syndrome.
The interpreting field classes on the other hand had a lot of immature teachers who reminded me of teenagers and seemed to have nothing better to do in their lives than to try to publicly humiliate me to try to get me out of the program. I was top of the class and later found out when they tried to kick me out of the program for something I didn't do and I had to take them to court. My lawyer believes the reasoning behind it was that they were intimidated by me and actually wanted me out for job assurance. My health issues were very well known as I was in this program the second time I lost the ability to walk and had multiple hospital trips for seizures, heart issues and my thyroid.
There was one incident in particular I was hospitalized because I was on thyroid medication for hypothyroid but somehow I flipped from hypothyroid to hypothyroid leading to my T3 and T4 levels being four times the normal levels which can be really dangerous and left me with the worst migraine of my life. I emailed my teacher while in the hospital telling her what happened as this happened two days before the final and I was admitted and had no idea how long they would keep me. I told her I know she said there will be no makeup and if we missed the class we would have to retake it but asked her to please have understanding and and let me make up the final since I was hospitalized. She told me what she said still stands and there are no makeups and that anyone can say they're in the hospital, not believing I was truly there so I took a picture of myself in the hospital as well as my hospital band with the date on it and sent it to her. She replied saying that she said there were no makeups, come take the final or take the class again next quarter. I told her I would check in with them first thing in the morning to see when I may be released.
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The next morning they said they would probably keep me for a few more days and I emailed her that morning and updated her, again asking to make up the final since I obviously have a good reason to not be there when she again refused to let me retake the class. I got the email an hour and a half before the final on which I was again told no makeups and if I don't show up she will see me again the following quarter. I was forced to tell the staff I had to leave and was checking myself out of the hospital because I had to take the final, explaining how much the class cost and how much work I had put into it. They did not agree with this and made me sign a waiver stating that I was leaving against medical advice and by the time I got out, it was about 45 minutes before the final. I got dressed at the hospital, and haven't showered since before I went into the hospital so I put my hair up and my mom drove me to the college where I barely made it into the room in time for the exam. The medical term for what I was dealing with was called Thyrotoxicosis, Thyrotoxic Syndrome or a Thyroid storm and at my levels were life threatening the heart rate, blood pressure and temperature can shoot up and you’re at high risk for heart attacks, strokes, brain aneurysms, coma, seizures and there was a 75% chance of death if left untreated at the levels my TSH, T3 and T4 were at The nurse told me that if I was going to do this to keep a heating pack around my neck the entire time to prevent my temperature from spiking which could cause seizures and organ failure. I had to keep the hospital bracelet on so it would be easier for them to re-admit me when I finished the final and she made me promise to come right back when I was done and because the migraine was so bad, I couldn't tolerate the light and kept throwing up at the hospital from the light so wore sunglasses and she gave me a dose of Zofran right before pulling my IV to try to get me through.
As soon as I got into the glass Professor P, humiliated me in front of the entire class bringing the class into it about how ridiculous I looked in pajama pants, with a shirt that didn't match at all, sunglasses, an icepack and my hospital bracelet on telling me how I was making an ass out of myself and if I was really that sick I should have just told her and made up the test later. I told her that I emailed her multiple times, explaining the situation and she said I couldn't make it up when she then denied she ever told me that and said “You know I would have let you make it up” and continued to use that against me since the day I graduated saying all the time that I would be a bad interpreter because I was just plain weird, calling me weird in front of everyone multiple times and going back to the never in my life have I seen a student come into a final looking so ridiculous with an ice pack around their neck and sunglasses and at one time calling me a freak. She said nothing about my dedication by making it work nor did she acknowledge the financial burden associated with having to pay to take a class over and graduate late because of it when most college students don't have a lot of money. I would have never left the hospital if she wouldn't have told me multiple times that she would not allow me to make up the final. She again made fun of me when I had to go back into a wheelchair and back into therapy to learn to walk again telling everyone how I was a freak and weird (yes she used those exact words) time and time again, saying I would fake illness and was mentally ill turning my entire class against me. She got another professor in the department, Professor D on board to assist in making me a joke who ended up being worse than Mrs. P and lied about me time and time again eventually getting me kicked out of the field.
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I ended up having to the college to court to get back into school and provided around 100 documents to prove I didn't do what she said I did and then changed the reason she kicked me out to something else that wasn't true in which was also backed by those documents. The Lawyer for Columbus State requested their documents to prove their case time and time again and always got the excuse of it was lost or I must have stolen it out of a cabinet that was locked in the department office area in one professor's office and in a locked filing cabinet so behind three locked drawers and their lawyer found this out by accidentally calling the professor who kept the files in his office. They pulled me into a room, locking me in it with them while both of them yelled at me trying to intimidate me to say I did it into a camera and I refused to admit I did something I didn't do and after two months of not sending them anything their lawyer said she would drop them if they did not provide any proof at all so they sent in the video of them harassing and verbally abusing me to try to get me to admit I did this and refusing to let me out of the room with me in tears and them still screaming in my face and calling me names but I never said I did anything and their lawyer asked my lawyer to see my documents of proof which proved without a reasonable doubt that I did not do what they said I did so she told them she was dropping out of their case and would not support them in court so I automatically won the case.
Their lawyer actually called me because all I was suing for was to be able to go back into the field and take the class again without having to pay for it even though it forced me to graduate late and she told me that if I really wanted to go after them I could tack on verbal abuse, harassment and unlawful detainment. I did not do this but the teachers in this program were unethical and made my life a living hell for a genetic condition I never asked for and in no way caused to myself.
Part of me wishes I would have went through with it and added to my case so that they will never work as interpreters again but I just wanted to get back in school and get my degree, not knowing then that I would be too sick to use it but being an interpreter was a dream of mine since I was in the first grade.
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To fulfill my physical related credit I took a jazz dance class. I can't say much about that other than I was god awful. So bad at dancing that the professor came up to me in the fourth class and said, I know this isn't your major but I grade it as if it is and I think you should consider dropping this class because if you don't you will fail. I wanted to take Yoga but it was never available so I decided, I can't dance so why not learn. Though it was a beginners class it was short lived and I ended up having to drop it. Since that didn't work out the following quarter I took a fitness class that sounded a lot like the one I took in high school with Mrs. B. I loved her class so I decided to give this one a try and ended up loving it just as much. What I didn't expect was to have a professor who was just like her, since he knew right away something just wasn't right about me.
I really wish I could remember his name because he was an awesome professor. He noticed the first day and simply asked if there was anything he should know about. I told him no because I was still undiagnosed at the time so didn't know why I was so clumsy and so much weaker than everyone else. He really took notice, asking several times if I had any medical conditions he should know about before I did any of the exercises. I continued to tell him just Celiac Disease, hypothyroid and Scoliosis but none affected the class. Since there was an odd number of students in the class he ended up assigning partners instead of letting everyone choose their partners and made me the odd one out so he could be my partner to make sure I didn’t get injured.
During the class he modified exercises and gave me a barbell limit, telling me I was not to use any barbells over 25 lbs. When doing pull ups I was not allowed to do them alone making sure I did it in a way that protected my shoulders and using elastic straps under my knees while he supported me for proper body mechanics, I had to do sit ups on a balance ball instead of on the floor and he did some exercises on a balance board which made it more like an extremely intensive physical therapy class than a gym class.. I truly believe he knew what was going on and what was wrong with me. Rather he knew the name for it, I don't know, rather he had heard of EDS before, I will probably never be able to ask but I truly believe that he has at least seen the same symptoms before and knew the risk I was taking by entering this class and doing certain exercises.
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I've had both good and bad luck with teachers throughout my life but what makes me different than other EDS patients is that I couldn't have asked for any better Physical Education teachers and professors throughout school if I tried. I was incredibly lucky in that aspect.
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