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writingbywatson · 3 years

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Genshin Boys With A Dense Crush (Part 2)

Here is part 2~ so, the reason why I didn't include Bennett and Razor is the fact that I can never write for them, like IDK why but its just very hard for me. So yeah, sorry about that. Part 1 (Albedo, Childe and Diluc)

Chongyun

Dense + Dense = more dense

It was painfully obvious that Chongyun likes you but for some reason, he can’t quite figure that out for himself

But everyone around them knows

Xingqiu is actually on the road to writing a book about the two of you

Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei are betting on how long until Chongyun realizes his feelings

Chongyun doesn’t know why he likes to see you every day, wants to have meals with you, and why he gets uncomfortable when he sees you with another person and smiling at them

Maybe it was the work of g-

“Oh I like them” -Chongyun one day when he woke up

He consulted his best friend Xingqiu about this and Xingqiu just placed his books down and said “dear archons finally, it was getting very painful to watch”

So the two started planning a cute little confession scenario

Somewhere Xinyan and Yan Fei are crying because they lost the best but Yan Fei is arguing that betting was illegal and has no ground in the law… Yan Fei, you betted with your conscience please stop

Anyway!

The pair of best friends decided to go with a simple type of confession because less is more in Xingqiu’s books

It was going so well, a cute dinner and all of that

“I like you Y/N, can we be more than that?”

Oh is that Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei spying on both of you from the bushes? Why, yes indeed.

“You want to be best friends Chongyun? But don’t you have Xingqiu as your best friend already?” - you with your ever so innocent voice and expression

Chongyun is frozen in place

Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao and Yan Fei are betting again this time how many times will Chongyun get a friendzone

Kaeya

Someone revive him

He can’t take your dense nature anymore

This is Kaeya after all everything he does allude to something so WHY WON'T YOU GET IT STILL

“Oh, Kaeya? You like someone!? Can you introduce me to them?” - you asking excitedly upon hearing his and Rosaria’s conversation

Kaeya was pretty sure he was describing you

Rosaria is holding back her laugh, she can't breathe… SOMEONE SAVE HER

“I love them but this dense attitude is too much!” - Kaeya as he slams his fist on top of Diluc’s bar

“Have you tried wooing them?” - Diluc as his wiping a glass down, he's so nonchalant about this situation LMAO

“HAVE I TRIED?” - Kaeya sounding very offended

“How about getting a white bed sheet and painting “will you marry me Y/N” on it?” - Rosaria

“Yeah, they leave me no ch-”

“Sit down, don’t embarrass yourself like a child” - Diluc pushing his brother down to sit

“HOW WILL I GET MY FEELINGS ACROSS THOUGH!”

“Just confess, normally… like… a normal person” - Diluc

Kaeya decided that in two days time he was going to confess to you, two days because he needed to make sure it was perfect

But the moment he saw you laughing with some random guy all the planning was thrown out the window

“Meet me in front of the church when the sun rises” - Kaeya to you when he passes by you at the corridor of the headquarters

When you arrived, he made you stand at the flight of stairs in front of the church while he went down

He kneeled with his right knee touching the ground and he pulled a very neatly folded white sheet from his pocket

He unraveled it and wrote, “WILL YOU MARRY ME Y/N?”

But even before you can react a thunderous shouting can be heard and a chuckle

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? I SAID CONFESS NORMALLY!” -Diluc

Thoma

I’m going to try but still little info on this new pyro husband

Thoma is a very understanding boy

He likes you so much that he's willing to wait

But damn has he been waiting long

He decided he was going to confess to you today as well!

“Y/N! I like you!” - Thoma

“I like you too! You are like my best friend!” - you

Every time this happens Thoma stress eats.

Ayaka is giggling because he has never seen her friend like this

He's trying his best for you to like him, he cooks for you, takes care of you, guards you, protects you…

WHAT IS HE DOING WRONG!?

“You know the festival is ongoing” -Ayato as he watches his sister’s friend mop around like a puppy who has been kicked. “Why don’t you try confessing properly and straight-forwardly there?”

That gave him an idea

He dragged to the talisman-wishing thing and told you that you two should make one

When the both of you were done, you should each other what you made and to your surprise, Thoma made a drawing of the both of you holding hands

“It’s not us being best friends forever” - he clarified

“It’s me hoping to spend many more years beside you as your lover.”

Venti

Barbatos aka Venti the Bard has been singing a lot of love songs lately

Especially when you were in the audience watching

He always likes your smile especially when you were watching him

So when the two of you were strolling around near the church of Monstad

He decided that he was going to confess today

Years of being alone and he finally get what Vanessa told him about meeting the right person

“Y/N, I love you-”

“Aww, Venti, I love you too!”

“Really?!” - Venti very excitedly

“Yeah! I love you as a friend! We’re like besties!”

Dvalin felt that

Andrius felt that

Hell even Vanessa felt that from Celestia

“Oh I got to go, bestie, I have something to do! See you tomorrow!”

Lately, the winds of Monstad have been depressing?

“I don’t understand! I thought they liked me back!” Venti his chugging his alcohol while Diluc looked at him in irritation

Diluc wants to kick him out but Venti is Monstad’s archon so he decided against it

“Venti! There you are!” - you

Venti hears your voice and because his drunk his happy instead of upset

He throws himself at you in an attempt of a sloppy hug

“Y/N! I love you~”

“I love you too, we are fr-”

“NO! I LOVE YOU LIKE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER I LOVE YOU! THAT TYPE OF LOVE THAT IF YOU ASK ME TO FIGHT MORAX I WOULD!”

Xiao

When Xiao first had these feelings he was confused

He lived a long life and this was the first time in his life where when he sees someone his chest becomes constricted and warm

“Xiao! Do you like traveler!?” - you excitedly

Xiao felt a tightening in his chest not that good type but am i being stab right now type of tightening

His answer would usually be along the lines of no and he can’t have relationships with mortals

He usually has a lot more patience with you compared to others but hearing you say that he looks good with someone else just made something in him snap

He didn’t mean to shout at you nor did he mean it when he said you should leave him alone

That’s why he's waiting for you at Wangshun Inn, his loneliness grew into worry when after 2 days you weren’t back yet

Upon eavesdropping around he also found out that no one has seen you and your last known location was Mt. Hulao and he immediately began to worry because that place was prohibited to humans

“Are you looking for someone?” - Mountain Sharper appeared behind Xiao as he reached the top of Mt. Hulao. “Are you looking for a mortal perhaps?”

“How did-”

“-That mortal is pretty noisy, they don’t stop talking and they know you.”

Oh, the warm feeling in his chest is back because they were talking about him which means that they weren’t angry at him!

“Where are they!?” Xiao would realize and I swear to you his ready to break every amber rock around Mt.Hulao

“Calm down, they are currently collecting Qingxin flowers”

Right on cue, “XIAO!? IS THAT YOU!?” he heard your voice from behind him, when he saw you, he immediately rushes to you and hugs you

“What are you doing here!?” Xiao would ask, his voice was raised only because of relief

“Oh, I got lost! And Moon Sharper here saw me, we ended up chatting and I guess I forgot the time, he shared so many stories about y- WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT ARE YOU HURT!?”

“I’m alright… I just… I m-miss…”

Moon Sharper is just looking at this scene and he knows he's about to spill the hottest tea next time the adeptus (idk plural form okay) have a dinner party

Xingqiu

At first glance, it might look like that he isn’t affected at all

But internal his boiling

WHY WERE YOU SO DENSE

IF IT WEREN’T FOR HIS CLAN'S TEACHING AND WHAT NOT HIS PROBABLY ABOUT TO ASK YOU FOR A FIGHT

“You’ll make a great husband someday Xingqiu, I know it! Your future wife would be so happy!”

“I want you to be my wife though”

“What was that?”

“NOTHING!”

He knows he needs to move so he can win your heart but how can he when you were dodging every advance he makes

What is more frustrating is that YOU ARE NOT EVEN DOING IT ON PURPOSE

As an author he wants to experience romance first hand, so he tries to be romantic about it but this was frustrating

He decided to pull his last technique from his sleeves

He lent you a very romantic book and between one of the pages he inserted a paper that read “I wish for you to be my muse.”

If that doesn’t work Xingqiu is going to ask you to fight him

Zhongli

Zhongli, Rex Lapis aka Morax has lived thousands of years

Yet this is the first time he encountered someone so dense at first he taught you were just kidding and pretending but when he described what he likes in someone which was pertaining to you

You simply said “WOW THEY SOUND WONDERFUL AND YOU MUST REALLY LIKE THEM BECAUSE YOU SOUND SO IN LOVE” at his face with genuine awe, there was no sign of you being flustered and whatnot

Hu Tao was there to witness this and the younger female had a good laugh when she witnessed this

Zhongli is now praying to Guizhong for help and patience

He first wondered if the reason for such behavior was because you dislike him but it wasn’t the case because you would always smile when you see him

Which makes his knees very weak

In heaven, all the dead gods are laughing at him

He has lived for so many years and yet he doesn’t know what to do because he wants to spend years with you

But a part of him says this isn’t right because his an immortal and you were a mortal, someday him being a former god would drive an enigma in the future

That’s why he was also hesitating on his part

“Zhongli, look-look! A merchant from Monstad gave me a Cecilia!” - you snapping him from his thought, he's a tall man so you had to tip-toe to put the flower in his hair

“There you look even prettier now!” - you smiling up to him

As you were withdrawing your hand, Zhongli grabs it and places it in front of his lips

“I love you Y/N”

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lodi-writes · 3 years

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Leave a Mark

Fandom: Uta no Prince-sama

Character: Ootori Eiichi

Genre: One shot, Basically Crack idk brah

Rating: T (I guess)

Word Count: 2,062

Based on this concept: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27203698

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The sound of my soft pants felt as though they echoed through the suddenly quiet room, filling the tense air around me. The way my sweat slicked hair stuck to my forehead made my skin crawl, not because of the feeling itself but due to what caused it. “The cause” happened to be the equally out of breath but less tense man lying next to me. His usually messy hair was somehow even messier, his usually pristine skin was heavily bruised with satisfyingly dark punctures littering the purple and red lesions. But best of all, his usually perfectly sized, perfectly placed “all natural” beauty mark was delightfully smeared across his cheek. Getting the absolute satisfaction of smearing that mark was akin to the feeling of seductively removing someone’s gloves. It was utterly, marvelously tantalizing.

I raked my fingers through my hair to pull it off my forehead and sighed. The room was hot but as much as I wanted to push off the thick, bougie covers, I couldn’t help but feel Eiichi’s eyes boring into my skin, as if he were waiting to see me bare naked again. Even after everything that had just happened, I felt as though him seeing me disrobed in a nonsexual setting would make me...unclean. I was relieved to have released the tension that had built between us amidst the hatred and boiling, raw emotions, but I couldn’t help thinking that I needed to do something to get back the bit of dignity I had lost during this encounter. Breaking the silence, Eiichi excused himself to the restroom before placing a kiss on my temple; I waited until he turned his back on me to close my eyes and shudder. I knew that if I was going to act, this would be my one and only chance.

The moment I heard the click of the bathroom lock, I finally pushed the disgustingly expensive leopard print covers off my body, almost moaning in pure content at the cold air rushing over my body. I let myself indulge in the feeling for just a beat before springing into action. I started by throwing my long ago discarded shirt back on, in the off chance that I was caught in the act. The entire time, my eyes were glued on my prey: Eiichi’s vanity, pushed up for some god awful reason against the wall directly next to two side by side full length mirrors. Deciding last minute to also pull my shorts on, I squeezed and tucked my underwear into one of the front pockets as I quickly made my way over to the grossly elegant, deep cherrywood table.

Even before I stood directly in front of the vanity, I started to reach out. I was a woman on a mission. Stopping before I ran into the drawers, I grabbed one of the obnoxiously ornate knobs and pulled open the top drawer. I quickly and quietly rifled through the piles of sharpies and pencils and no-longer-sticky sticky notes when I found my prize: a small tin full of eyebrow pencils labeled “Beauty Mark.” Grinning to myself, I pulled out the tin and ran my hand across all the other contents of the drawer, putting it all back to the organized mess it was before.

I made my way back toward the bed, considering for a moment that I should pull the covers up so they weren’t half on the ground but decided against it. I would not be ashamed to admit that I took a tiny bit of pleasure from the thought of the unsavory sheets collecting dirt from the floor and Eiichi not knowing how to clean it out. I considered for a moment pouring a bit of wine on the sheets from the almost empty bottle on the nightstand, but I wasn’t that cruel. Or maybe I was. I wrapped my fingers nimbly around the neck of the bottle and let a small bit splash out on the bed. The splattered stain, I thought, made the abhorrent design just a little more bearable from the idea that he would have to live with that stain for as long as he owned the sheet set.

I placed the now empty bottle back down on the nightstand with a clink and got to work. I swiftly grabbed my purse off the ground and slid the pencil tin into the inner pouch, noting for the first time since coming here how equally repugnant the overly detailed marble flooring was. Resisting the urge to gag, I slipped my shoes on, threw my purse over my shoulder, and quickly made my way over to the door. I had my fingers wrapped around the knob, so close to freedom, when I heard the muffled padding sound of bare feet on the marble along with an almost inaudible gasp. I sighed and turned around in defeat, knowing I’d been caught, but when I saw the look of despair on Eiichi's face I thought maybe it wasn’t so bad. I got the chance to savor the look for just a bit before I made my escape.

“Thanks for everything, but I’d best be on my way. It’s getting late,” I told him with a cheeky smile. My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall and noted that it wasn’t even midnight yet. I prayed he wouldn’t notice. I didn’t give him the chance to respond, gripping the strap of my purse with one hand and giving him a two fingered salute with the other. I turned back to the door and started out, deciding to indulge a bit by throwing a look over my shoulder as I left, catching one last glimpse of his absolutely shattered, dejected expression.

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Groaning loudly as he turned off the obnoxiously blaring alarm, Eiichi’s slowly waking mind immediately recalled the knot he’d felt in the pit of his stomach as he watched her retreating figure. His throat tightening at the memory of how the sound of the door slamming shut reverberated through his large room. He’d fallen back asleep soon after, but not without tears in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to curl back up in bed and wallow in his misery of now knowing that he was nothing more than a one night stand to her. However, he had a job to do.

As he sat up, stretching out his arms and yawning, he paused. Something was out of place. In fact, several things were out of place. The first he noted was that his sheets were strewn about, half on the floor. Rolling to the side of his bed, he began to blindly pull them back up. Once again he gave pause, this time because a large portion of the fabric felt, well, sticky. At first he thought it was a result of the prior nights...escapades, but upon examination, found a large red stain. He eyed the empty bottle on the nightstand and tightened his fists in the fabric before letting go with a sigh.

Eiichi considered himself to be quite knowledgeable in many regards but home maintenance was certainly not one of those. Given this, and the fact that he lived alone, he thought it wise for the time being to simply flip the sheets over. During this surprisingly laborious task given the large, some may even say irritating, nature of his bed, he caught sight of himself in his vanity mirror. He looked positively awful . His normally messy hair would seem pristine compared to the monstrosity of knots and flyaways it was in that moment. His cheeks were red and eyes puffy with crust in the corners. He quickly wiped his eyes and tried to give himself a smile. It wasn’t anything some dry conditioner and concealer couldn’t fix.

After a good hour and a half of dressing and redressing, combing and spraying, Eiichi sat himself down at his vanity with a smile, a genuine one this time. He was rather proud of the work he’d done making it look like he’d gotten a full night's sleep, void of any heartbreak. His hair looked like it did on an average day and his eyes no longer showed signs of despair. It was finally time for the finishing touch, his most well kept secret: his beauty mark. As if it were second nature, he swiftly slid the top drawer of his vanity open and reached in. Quickly noticing an empty space the size of, say, a pencil box, he scowled and began a frenzied search of every drawer within his reach.

Suddenly, Eiichi froze in place as realization crept onto his face, keeping so still as though he believed that if he didn’t move then it wouldn’t be true. He cautiously turned his head back toward his bed, glaring at the stained sheets. In a burst of energy, he let out an enraged, frustrated scream. Fueled by pure, unadulterated anger, he yanked a drawer out of the vanity and dropped it to the floor. The nauseatingly glossy wood cracked on impact and the knob fell off with a clank. He stood so fast that his chair tumbled and fell beside the drawer but it was as if he didn’t even notice. Racing over to his bedside, he started reaching for random objects, starting with his suffocating decorative throw pillows, and throwing them aggressively against the far wall of his room. Once he ran out of pillows he glanced around desperately until his eyes landed on the empty wine bottle. Gripping it by the neck, he raised his arm over his head, aimed for his vanity mirror, and then-

A series of unending knocks at his front door echoed through the halls up to his room. Only a split second of thought was needed before Eiichi tossed the bottle on his bed, smacked his cheeks a few times, and scrambled to answer the door. The relentless knocking only ended when the door was opened, but was almost immediately replaced by howling laughter that could only belong to a gremlin of a boy who knew exactly what he came for. Of course if anyone were to immediately find out about this, it would be Nagi. If he were being honest, he should have expected Nagi to show up even sooner.

Before he could stop his laughter and begin his teasing, Eiichi started to close the door, but Nagi reached out to keep it propped open.

“Wait, wait,” Nagi finally choked out between lingering chuckles. He cleared his throat and held out a dented metal box.

“I found this in your yard and-”

Eiichi immediately yanked it out of his hand and opened it, but was, for what felt like the millionth time, heart broken.

“And it was empty. As I’m sure you’ve realized,” the small boy held a hand over his mouth to cover his smile, knowing fully well that it was still obvious in his eyes that he was thoroughly enjoying this. Eiichi, however, did not find it as humorous, tossing the box over his shoulder somewhere on the floor of his foyer.

“I can’t show my face anywhere ever again, Nagi,” he began to ramble and his eyes welled up with tears. “I’ll have to become a hermit, I can never perform again, I can’t go to the grocery store without a bag over my head and, and...”

“Oh my god shut up!” Throwing his arms in the air, clearly he was no longer laughing. “You ruined it. It was hilarious but now you're all weepy and it’s just...sad. Hurry up, we gotta get to rehearsal.”

Eiichi wiped some tears from his eyes with the heel of his hand and sniffled. Nagi gagged at the sound of Eiichi’s snot and threw a small package of tissues from his coat pocket at him.

“Hurry uuuuuup, I swear.”

“But, but I can’t go. Everyone will notice. Everyone will stare .”

“ God , no one’ll notice, I promise. It’s not that bad.”

“Really?”

“Yes really, now please let’s go. And blow your nose, I gave you tissues. Use them.”

Nagi pulled Eiichi by the hand out of the doorway and pushed him gently ahead to have him lead the way. From behind, as he turned to shut the door for Eiichi, he raised a hand to cover his laughter once again. Everyone was definitely going to notice.

#tl;dr eiichi throws a temper tantrum #this is basically a 2000 word hate fic #im not sorry #i love to hate this man #utapri #uta no prince sama #eiichi #eiichi otori #eiichi utapri #utapri fic #oneshot

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randomfandomimagine · 5 years

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Not Enough (Eleventh Doctor Oneshot)

Character: Eleventh Doctor Fandom: Doctor Who Categories: Female Reader, Daughter Reader, Time Lady Reader Warnings: Sligth angst, especially at the end Word Count: 2,8k words Request by anon: Could u do an imagine with reader being the 11th doctors daughter so he's overprotective with her? Tysm :)) Hi, for the 11th doctor request maybe they're both going on an adventure and it's pretty dangerous so he's keeping her in his sight at all times and she's kind of annoyed but he still does it anyway, idk lol // Requested by undercover_Fangirl97 on Wattpad: Since I met the 11 Doctor my life gets better. I always travel with him and love it. As he travel with me and Clara it feels, like I am the third wheel. Notes: I was inspired to write this by the short book ‘The Sontaran Games’, but I still may have made some mistakes. So sorry if something in this imagine doesn’t fit in with the Doctor Who lore. Hope you enjoy it anyway! :)

Remember that requests for oneshots are currently closed!!

I smiled and put my hair behind my ear, flirtatiously looking at him through my eyelashes.

“Thanks for walking me home” I said, stopping before my doorstep.

“My pleasure” My date replied, smiling back in a timid pause. “I had a great time”

“Yeah, me too!” I felt awkward, wishing that I was better at these kind of things.

Normal everyday things were never my forte, but that was precisely what I was trying to achieve. I was done being an expert on strange things, on time travel and space. So I was making an effort to have a normal life.

Dating happened to be the first way I thought of doing so. But this being my fifth date, I wasn’t sure I was doing all that well. I never quite connected with anyone, and when I did, it went wrong anyway because I was so out of touch.

“Well…” He said with a shy chuckle, casually leaning closer to me.

“Yeah” I awkwardly replied, even if closing the distance a bit too.

He showed me a sweet smile before he closed his eyes and made to kiss me. I felt my hearts starting to race as I closed my eyes and prepared for the exchange.

A vaguely familiar sound made me gasp and I hurriedly took a step back on an instinct. My companion squeezed my arm, startled by my reaction.

“Everything okay?” He kindly asked me, even if my dazed brain took a few seconds to comprehend his words.

“Y-Yeah!” I told him, trying to forget about it. It was probably my imagination. “Sorry, I’m a bit nervous”

“That’s fine” Honestly, he was the sweetest. “I am too”

I chuckled, endeared by his lovely manners, and made a second attempt to kiss him. I could already feel his lips brushing against mine when a second interruption avoided the kiss.

“Oi, hang on a minute!” A male voice exclaimed. “What’s happening here?”

“I cannot believe it” I muttered under my breath, reluctantly stepping away from my date knowing that the moment was completely ruined.

“What…?” The aforementioned uttered in confusion. “Who… is he?”

I looked over my shoulder to a man rushing to arrive by our side. A man that I knew far too well. The so called ‘Doctor’.

“That’s…” I heaved a resigned sigh. “My father”

“Is he now?” The young man watched the Doctor as he ran to us like a mad man. “He looks… um… young?”

“You’d be surprised by his age” I sarcastically told him.

“Y/N!” My father gasped for air because of the dash once he finally stood by us.

“Is something wrong?” The other man watched in concern, probably thinking that there was some sort of family emergency.

“Not at all” I rolled my eyes, forcing a smile. “He was just leaving”

“Actually” The Doctor paused, firstly dedicating my date a glance and a polite head nod. “I need your help, dear”

“Do you now?” I was so frustrated that I couldn’t help myself, even in front of my lovely date. “I thought you had help already”

“I’m terribly sorry” My father ignored me, instead talking to my date. “I’m afraid Y/N needs to come with me”

When he took ahold of my arm and dragged me with him and away from my date, I reluctantly waved goodbye at him, knowing how pigheaded my father was.

“Perfect timing, dad” I bitterly said, tearing my arm away from hsi grasp. “Just when I found a lovely man who was willing to go out with me”

“Sorry, darling” He was still upbeat as usual as we walked through the streets. “I truly need your help”

“What is it?”

“I’m… a bit overwhelmed”

“You, overwhelmed? That’s a first”

“Oi” My father finally stopped, and I noticed the blue police box before us. “If you could drop the attitude and be helpful, that would be delightful”

“Why do you need me?” To show my reluctance, I crossed my arms over my chest. He smirked, already holding on to the door handle.

“Because I need another Time Lord” His smirk widened. “And I only know one”

“Time Lady” I begrudgingly corrected him, hating to use my title.

“Geronimo!” He exclaimed, excited as a child, opening the door.

“Who is with you, the redhead and her…?” I came in, noticing a figure inside the TARDIS. “Boyfriend…”

However, the couple I had known during our previous travels wasn’t there. I didn’t know how long it was since I refused to accompany my father anymore, but he was travelling with someone else now.

“Hello!” A friendly looking girl jumped from her seat and walked over to me, holding her hand out. “You must be Y/N, pleasure to meet you!”

“The one and only…” I shook her hand, even if eyeing my father with the corner of my eye.

“I’m Clara” The young woman introduced herself. “The Doctor has told me all about you”

“Has he?” I repressed the urge to say he didn’t know that much about me.

He glared at me, silently telling me to tone down the sarcasm and behave.

“Of course!” She cheerfully replied, not bothered by my aptitude.

“Well” I muttered, turning back to my father with my hands on my hips. “What’s the mission, Doctor?”

“You see, I wanted to take Clara here to this lovely little planet” He replied, focusing on the TARDIS controls. “There’s a itsy bitsy tiny problem, though”

“Which is…?” I tiredly replied, sticking my hip out now.

“There may be Sontaran on it, that’s why I need backup” When he looked at me, he noticed I was about to speak and interrupted me. “Don’t worry, though, might only be rumors, probably are”

I scowled and crossed my arms over my chest. I wondered if after all this time my father didn’t realize that, out of all the creatures we had encountered during our travels, the Sontaran were the ones I was most terrified of.

It seemed like my travelling companions weren’t as cautious as I was. The three of us exited the TARDIS, but my eyes carefully studied every centimeter around me.

“Ah” My father sighed in delight. “Beautiful, is it not?”

Clara grinned, excitedly walking around. She hung on to his arm, and I rolled my eyes. It made no sense. Why would he need me? He had her.

Certainly, my presence could be useful in the case that Sontaran were indeed there. Perhaps during one of their... disagreements with the Rutan. But if there was a slight chance that this was true, why not choose another planet, a safer one? There were many options. If he really wanted to impress her, I was not needed there. I might be his daughter, but that meant nothing. He was always more interested in the humans. Always the humans, even before this new face of his.

“See, Y/N?” He said with a big grin. It felt almost like he read my thoughts and was gloating over it. “It’s alright, nothing to worry ab-”

I hadn’t been paying attention to him, but when he interrupted himself so abruptly, I did. My eyes fell over him to see what happened. A gun had been pointed at his head before he could react. My father’s hand quickly moved to wrap around my wrist, softly shoving me behind him.

“Identify yourselves” The Sontaran said, firmly holding the gun.

“I’m The Doctor” He said calmly.

“Who are they?” The Sontaran asked, pointing to Clara and me.

“Them two? Oh, no one” His voice sounded far too carefree to be genuine. “Just humans, they’re of no interest to you”

The creature’s eyes, however, were focused on us. I felt my father tensing up in front of me.

“I’m the Time Lord, I’m the one you should worry about” His words gathered the Sontaran’s attention back.

“Gallifreyan” Came its deep voice. “What is your purpose on this planet?”

“Oh, well, you know” His hand, which had been around my wrist now rested outside of his pocket. “The usual, a bit of exploring here and there”

I noticed his hand tapped his pocket, and I immediately knew what was on his mind. I looked at Clara, who was oblivious to all this. Her brown eyes were focused on the menacing Sontaran instead.

I took a small step forward, positioning myself next to my father. The creature didn’t seem to notice the change, eyeing The Doctor as carefully as it was.

“How about you, are you alone?” My father continued speaking, surely to distract it. “We’ll leave you right to it then, of course. Don’t mind us, we’ll walk right back where we came from”

The Sontaran growled in disagreement. I took advantage of his focus on my father and slowly shoved my hand in the pocket of the Doctor’s jacket. My fingers soon found the sonic screwdriver.

“Sure!” Clara’s sudden voice made me jump, nearly dropping the sonic as I was about to grab it. “We wouldn’t want to bother”

Assuming she must have noticed my endeavor, I continued. Tightly holding on to the sonic screwdriver, I took my hand out of the pocket. Then, moving quickly, I shoved both my hands behind my back in what I hoped was a casual gesture.

“Come forth, humans” The Sontaran waved its gun so we would obey. “You first, Time Lord”

I mentally cursed my father for going to a random planet on a whim. Especially if he had reasons to believe it was currently occupied by Sontaran. I prayed that it was only one and prepared for the attack.

The three of us took one step after another, distancing ourselves further from the TARDIS. I wished the Sontaran faced its back to us, but it didn’t want to be vulnerable. Instead, he walked beside us, gun in hand.

I suddenly felt glad that I had accompanied them. Clara wouldn’t have known what to do in this situation, lacking the knowledge I possessed. And my father could trully use my help as he made himself the target.

‘Go for the neck’ I told myself as I had countless times before. Like when I woke from a nightmare involving these very creatures. Like when I went through various scenarious in my head to remind myself that I wasn’t completely defenseless.

And I certainly wasn’t. I clung on to the sonic screwdriver like it was a dagger. I knew where their weak spot was. I just had to be accurate on my aim.

In what seemed like a nonchalant gesture, the Doctor linked his arm with Clara’s. I knew it was the signal I needed. I took action.

My hearts were already racing, but I moved. Shoving all his weight against the big mass that was the Sontaran, my father momentarily threw it slightly off balance. The gun went off into the distance, away from us. Knowing he would look after Clara, I went for my target.

“Run!” I yelled as I stabbed the sonic screwdriver against the Sontaran’s neck.

Before I could determinte if the hit on the probic vent was well-aimed, I made for my own escape. Even if that one was taken care of, there might be others.

Running at top speed, we headed back to the safety of the spaceship.

The three of us rushed into the TARDIS, as my father slammed the door behind us. I on turn moved to the controls and quickly pressed buttons to bring us back. I pulled the required lever, causing the time machine to make its characteristic noise, while I turned to the Doctor.

“That was a close one, wasn’t it?” He grinned in spite of it all, making me roll my eyes at him.

“We made it, though!” Clara smiled back, though I ignored her when her kind brown eyes fell on me.

I averted my gaze, noticing myself shaking from head to toe. I still clutched the sonic screwdriver so tightly that my knuckles turned white and my fingers hutrt.

As the TARDIS slightly moved, its owner approached me and rested a hand on my arm. I tried to hide the fact that I was breathing heavily.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” His eyes briefly moved to the other girl, then returning to me when he confirmed that Clara was unharmed.

“Am I alright?” I shook him off me and sighed to calm myself. “You know nothing about me, do you, dad?”

I could feel the tension that arose in the tight space, and I could fell all eyes on me as well. However, I ignored Clara’s presence and defiantly held the Doctor’s glance.

“What’s the problem, Y/N?”

“What’s the problem?” I repeated in outrage. “Are you taking the piss?”

He glared at me with the disapproving glance of a father. I was honestly surprised he didn’t lecture me for my language.

“I’m going to get some fresh air” Clara awkwardly muttered as she left the TARDIS once we were back home.

“The problem is that nothing has changed!” I replied, not paying attention to the girl leaving. “How could it?”

“Honestly, I don’t understand…” My father seemed utterly oblivious.

“Why am I here? You’re doing fine on your own with all these human companions!”

“While I enjoy their company, I’m with them because you left!”

“I left because you didn’t want me here, dad!!”

“That’s not true! You didn’t enjoy travelling with me!”

“No, I wasn’t good enough for you! I wasn’t as brave or smart as you, I never was!” I lowered my loud voice until it was barely a whisper. “I just was not… enough”

“Why would you ever think that?” My dad frowned sadly, his voice dripping with regret.

“Because… why else would you push me away like that? Every time I tried to help, to do anything…” I was honestly surprised that he had allowed me to attack that Sontaran. Even if he didn’t really have much of a choice.

“I… I thought it was obvious, Y/N…” His hands fell on my arms, but this time I didn’t push him away since I was too busy trying not to cry. “Because I care about you!”

“What?” I let out a sarcastic chuckle, averting my gaze. “That doesn’t make any sense, genius…”

“I never thought you weren’t enough! I was scared that I might lose you” To ensure I was listening, he gently shook me.

“But you were always telling me off, stepping in and…” I frowned, shaking my head as I tried to wrap my head around it.

“I only ever wanted to protect you, darling… The thought of any harm coming to you broke my heart” My father let out a soft chuckle. “Well, hearts”

He grinned, quite possibly in a peace offering. The corners of my lips twitched, but I didn’t allow myself to smile.

“Then why take me with you?” I thought back to all those times we had travelled together when I was younger, where I had learned everything that I knew. Because he taught me. “Why not leave me on Earth, where I would be safe?”

“I couldn’t simply abandon you, dear” Although hesitantly, his hand held my own. “And to be honest, I couldn’t stay away from you”

I sniffed when tears gathered in my eyes. The look of utter love he dedicated me moved me to my core. His eyes were drenched in concern, protectiveness and fondness. And of the pride a father felt for a daughter.

“Dad...” I uttered, even if my voice sounded hoarse.

“I must confess, I did not go to that planet for Clara” He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “I was just looking for an excuse to see you and bring you along”

I suddenly chuckled myself, earnign a confused look from him.

“That sounds like you” I rubbed my eye to wipe my tears. “Go on a little adventure, while you’re at it?”

“Well, yeah...” My father smiled saddly. “Perhaps that too”

I suddenly felt a pang of pain in my chest. But how was I to know what was on his complicated mind? How could I see on my own that he was always trying to protect me? That he missed me despite my bitterness?

“I’m sorry...” It didn’t fix all the years I refused to talk to him, but I supposed it was a start. “I didn’t know, I just...”

“I know” His arms wrapped around me, and I let him. “I’m sorry too”

We hugged each other, feeling like, for the first time in years, we understood one another. He had just been scared, but wasn’t good at saying it. And I was enough, I just didn’t realize. In fact, I had been more than enough for him all along.

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singularstiletto · 4 years

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Sensation

((I’ll add this as a warning because Idk if I should or not: If you don’t like the idea/feeling of crawling sensations on and under the skin, this piece is not for you. If there is anything else I should add as a warning please let me know.))

It was almost like I was imagining it.

A small itch from how my sleeve rubbed, a pinch from sitting with a belt, the very way my hair sat on the nape of my neck. That is until I started scratching, readjusting or brushing away the loose little strands. It felt like I had just missed something. Like I had the back leg or a frog that's mucus caused it to just slip away. But there was no mucus or anything left. Just the sensation. For weeks I nearly had it, feeling a presence leave; no I couldn't tell if it was slithering or hopping or skittering, it was just the feeling of leaving. Whenever it happened when I was around people I used to ask if something was there. After a handful of "Oh I get that feeling too" or "it's just the hairs on your arm" or something, I just acted like it was a scratch or two and prayed to be done with it.

But then I caught it. I was akin to a dog catching up to a car. The success was so surprising that I couldn't fathom I had beaten this foreign... thing. But my nails had scratched deep into the back of my neck, soap and shampoo stinging the soon to be welt, and I didn't feel it leave. I had even moved my hand away, it was in there. So I held my fist, tightly, and just felt it squirm; I could sense just how desperate it was... and I have to admit that I got a sort of rush from the idea of it being desperate. I'm not a sadist and I get stupidly teary eyed at even a stray squirrel meeting it's maker on the asphalt. But this pest, this thing that has been lurking just on the surface of my skin, was going to bring me so much joy when I got rid of it.

Just as I clenched my fist in an adrenaline fueled twisted-joy, I felt my nail dig a little too deep into my palm. The soap stung just enough to confirm it. I could have lived with it, I wasn't normally prone to accidents or the random bump. But to my shock, I felt the ever familiar sensation of leaving. There was no way, not a single logical conclusion that it had worked out of my fist. But just as the last of the leaving feeling stopped, my palm stopped bleeding. The clot had formed abnormally fast, and I say that knowing I could be wrong but I don't think I am.

I haven't felt the sensation of... whatever it was in the month since the last encounter. But every once and awhile my heart feels a tad heavier, my foot will take a little too long to fade its pins and needles... I'll hear a heartbeat in my ear, not loud enough to be from a heart my size. And when it stops, I get the sensation of leaving yet again.

#Formication #crawling sensation #paranoia #light body horror #horror #short story #thriller #unknown danger #writing

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praphit · 4 years

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UnKempt Gems: Rant or Review? Fight or Cuddle?

For a while, everything has felt wrong. Everything still kinda feels wrong, but we’re moving more towards normalization now. Kinda like a stanky smell in the room that people notice when they first encounter it, but after being around it for a while, they don’t notice it anymore. But, things are still very wrong.

And people are on edge! - as well they should be.

Every gesture, every word, every post, someone can find a reason to say that your attention towards what's going on in our country right now is insufficient and or offensive:

For every inspirational word, there are people who want to stay angry and aren't ready for that type of talk (which is valid). For every negative word towards the police and their life time of brutality, there are cops or families and friends of cops who are up in their feelings about it.

For any post that is humorous (not about life destroyed, of course) there are people who will want to dictate when you're allowed to laugh again.

One must be careful of any post not in tune with certain sensibilities to what's going on right now, because people are quick to call you tone deaf. So, keep the posts concerning your cute kids, your less than bright pets (or vice versa), and your weight loss selfies to a minimum.

For every word about other serious stuff (like COVID-19), people don't want to pay attention (if only the crappiness of life only hit us in one area at a time) For any post about what you're doing to help the cause (BLM), people will say that you're not doing enough (and maybe they’re right).

If you say nothing, people will judge you. Even when we were posting black boxes, people were still divided on THAT.

Remember that scene in "The Dark Knight", when the Joker set Gotham up?

(if you haven't seen this movie by now, put it on the quarantine binge list):

The Joker caused chaos in Gotham City (though honestly, that city was already chaotic). Part of his plan within this chaos was to play a game with two boats full of people - both boats had explosives on them. Each boat had a detonator. Each detonator went with the bombs on the opposite boat. Decisions had to be made, and if the people on the boats didn't decide which boat of the two would blow up, the Joker would step in and make things horrible for everyone.

It feels like that right now... TENSE. Everyone seems to be part of a group, you're trying to survive, you're hoping that other groups don't do something terrible, and hoping that you won't have to do something terrible, but times are crazy (#apocalypse2020).

You've got people who want to defund the police. You've got the police doubling down, as if they're the victims here. You've still got people peacefully protesting. You had secret groups causing all kinds of trouble (which we've oddly not done much about). You've got people just trying to work - not everyone in Gotham City was part of the chaos; some people were just trying to get through their shift. You've got people taking matters into their own hands. And with all of this, we've got a "leader" who only has three moves (like an old school fighting video game) - lying, dividing, and bullying. Feels like we have to pick a team, and just hope that it works out for us. Idk.

You've got people hiding under their beds, hoping that if they wait it out long enough, it'll all blow over and get back to normal. I hate to burst your comfort bubble, but "normal" has been gone and dead for a while now; there's no going back to that.

For black people, we've been in this fight forever. For us, it comes down to whether or not we want to believe that this current installment of the movement will be any different.

For white people.... well, I've seen some white people who look at me with MORE distain now (their true colors are evident) But, other white people have been extra nice to me... it’s awkward, but I appreciate the sentiment.

Meanwhile, other white people are doing stuff like this -

.A group of random white actors apologizing to all black people - say that sentence out loud... it doesn’t even sound right.

I still haven't been able to get through it; it's too cringe-worthy. I couldn’t even bring myself to add a link (but it’s still online, if you’re up for the challenge). Celebs, hear me, don’t make anymore videos until we’re done with the quarantine. It's not so much tone deaf as it is useless. It only serves their own guilt. Sarah Paulson is up there with her serious glasses on. Jesse Pinkman blubbering throughout the vid, looks like he’s is up there praying for us. And some of them said some things that made me think “What the hell did you actual do? Are some of these criminal confessions?” - Just totally useless.

Imagine if we were still riding on the METOO movement, and a bunch of random men put out a vid:

"I'm sorry for every time I went to reach for a bag of chips, and brushed up against your butt, and said it was an accident... it wasn't."

"I'm sorry for every time I laughed at demeaning, sexual jokes at your expense... they WERE kinda funny though."

"I'm sorry that every day, at work, I stared at your chest. You'd catch me. I'd apologize, you'd walk away, and then I'd stare at your butt."

"I'm sorry for all of the unsolicited pics of my junk that I sent you during our first and last date; for calling you derogatory names once you declined my advances. Getting drunk the next night, when I would send you more junk pics, and ask you out again."

“I’m sorry for not taking my young daughter to see Wonder Woman in the theatres. I wasn’t in the mood for a comedy about a woman saving the world. My bad.”

"We hear you. We believe you NOW. You matter. So... we're good right?"

We don't need to make announcements about the changes that we're making. Or how “woke” we want others to believe we are now. If you’re going to change, just change.

And then there's this guy...

I... I just can't...

Of course there's what's happening with other races and cultures, and other life stuff (did I mention COVID-19? I have a feeling it's getting jealous, and that's not good for us).

Oh, and did y’all hear about Officer Karen? (here’s the link)

Pretty much, she had to do some waiting for an Egg McMuffin, and after all of the waiting, she didn’t get it (the food... but also, you know... IT), and then she cried because of all of the anxiety and tension that she has had to endure recently, due to all of the protests. When criticized she replied that people were missing the point.

I’m not heartless. Normally, a person breaking down like that would be my kryptonite. But, in this case, there is some funny behind those tears.

Let’s see - feeling anxious, threatened, forced to be patient when you deserve better treatment (and leaving unfulfilled), crying, ridiculed, and when you voice your perspective people shout you down, while you feel like people are missing the point - hmmm.

Plus, cops are supposed to be bad ass and dangerous! Keeping us safe from all of the scary people out there. How am I supposed to have confidence in you and your badassery, once you post a vid of yourself crying over some McDonald’s?

It’s gonna be aiight, Karen. I’m sure someone will solve the case for you. But, in the meantime, pull yourself together.

I (not unlike our friend Karen) was emotionally drained, so I watched

"Uncut Gems"

I had actually written a complete review, but... you know... I did this instead:)

This movie, "Uncut Gems" is about a degenerate gambling jeweler named Howard (played by Adam Sandler). Howard is a hot mess. Howard's professional life is a hot mess. Howard's family life is a hot mess. Howard's hot mistress (yep, MISTRESS) is a hot mess. You get the idea; that's the whole movie. I look at jewelers totally different now; I've stereotyped them all. That's how you do it, right? Here's a person who's different than me. I'm not going to ask many questions. I'm just going to assume things about him, as well as assume that all of his people are the same way All jewelers are high-risk-gambling degenerates.

Gambling is a vice that I've never quite understood. An addiction to ice cream makes total sense. An addiction to my lovableness is completely understandable.

I guess I've never had the money or the patience to be a degenerate gambler. Every now and then, I'll venture to the casinos, but once I lose for the first time, I'm ready to go. I'm a starving artist. You don't hear about too many artists struggling with gambling. Drugs and alcohol, baby! Those are vices that I can respect!

This is the most stressful movie that I've ever watched. It didn't even feel like a movie. It was like following the IG stories of the most stressed out person that you know. Considering the stress that's already in the world right now, this was the WORST movie decision I could have possibly made. It IS technically a good movie, but I can't say that I enjoyed it.

Grade: a very stressful B

Kevin Garnett is in this movie.

He was my favorite basketball player before he retired. He played for the Boston Celtics. Pretty good in this movie... though playing himself.

Boston is notorious for its racism. The realm of sports has amplified this fact in the past. But, KG has stated that he didn't experience much of that, BUT he was also an amazing player, who was a big part of a championship team.

Food for thought:

Imagine if he had stunk up the joint. He could have very well have just been a tall black man, who stunk up the joint in a racist town. In this rare case, we have KG here who had lessened experiences of Boston’s racism, but he had to be exceptional in that particular industry for that to be a possibility. We can’t all be KG.

In the beginning of the movie, a question is asked to Howard by his hot mistress - "Do you want to fight or cuddle?"

I didn't know that cuddling was an option.

All I want to do right now is fight. (Side note: White people, you're going to have to be ok with the black people in your life that are more hostile right now than you're used to)

Someone recently asked me if I'm ok - not because of the racial tensions on the incline, but because they're not used to me being this unsettled... it makes them uncomfortable.

We've gotta hold on, and keep fighting.

(btw #justiceforbreonnataylor)

But, there are also times when you have to take flight. Not, run, necessarily, but regroup and think things through. Try fighting fire with water instead of more fire.

(former Atlanta police chief listening to protesters)

I'm trying to think of any times when one should choose the cuddle option.

Though I suppose, if I had that same hot mistress that Howard had, I'd choose to cuddle as well. You gotta take care of your mistresses.

Though if your hot mistress is TOO hot, she’ll eventually end up cheating on you with The Weeknd

I don't think it would work in reverse, for me. People always seem to want to fight me. Am I not cuddly?

Perhaps in politics, where we have fought for so long, and are still screwed up. Both sides stink!

Picture the Left and Right having a giant sleepover. Trump and Pelosi in their pj's. Do you think Trump has pj's? Or does he go nothing but tighty-whities?

They’d of course have to take some precautions - Idk if ANTI-COVID-19 Snuggle Gear exist or not, but it should. Perhaps we should try to scrub-up and snuggle it out, until we make some progress.

Idk.

I also don't know what my future movie review posts will look like. Like most black people, these events have stirred something monumental in me. Something has changed in me, and I can't nor do I want to go back. But, like many, I need a lil escapism.

I can compartmentalize with the best of them, so I could see myself giving my normal praphitic review as soon as next week. I could also see myself trying to review some animated family flick

- and out of nowhere, start ranting about systemic racism.

I guess we'll find out together :)

Power, peace, and love.

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