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astoundingbeyondbelief · 3 months

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Kaiju Week in Review (January 7-13, 2024)

Hard to talk about the Monarch: Legacy of Monsters finale without spoilers, so if you haven't watched it yet, skip ahead to the next item. No flashbacks this time (time dilation aside), just our surviving heroes finally all on the same page to solve a seemingly impossible problem. The momentous reunion between Lee and Keiko got the space it deserved, although I was a touch disappointed that the obvious budding romance between Cate and May got shortchanged. And of course we finally got our first kaiju fight of the series, with Godzilla dispatching the Ion Dragon in a quick but ferocious battle. Fun to see this version of the character take on a low-stakes, low-power challenger for a change. I am routinely frustrated by TV seasons ending on cliffhangers (some of which are then never resolved), but they managed to conclude this season's storyline while setting up the next one, should they have the chance to tell it. Good to have some payoff to the Apex episode earlier in the series. I'm wondering if the series is planning to pivot to Kong now. Since Godzilla: King of the Monsters still hasn't happened yet, the Big G still can't make any public appearances without breaking continuity, which is quite the writing complication.

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@bog-o-bones has blessed us with an excellent feature-length video essay on the history of the kaiju genre. Even for a walking encyclopedia like me, it was fun to have it all laid out so cleanly—the way the three genre pillars of Godzilla, Gamera, and Ultraman rise and fall in popularity, never entirely in sync and consequently keeping us steadily entertained over the decades. So many narratives about the genre in print are decades out of date and/or act like barely anything past the sixties was worth making. This one's up-to-the-minute and gives the seismic influence of films like Cloverfield and Pacific Rim their due. I have my quibbles (last-minute re-records accidentally omitted GAMERA -Rebirth-; the original Mothra deserved more attention), but I acknowledge the amount of works covered here is staggering and every fan would tell this story a little bit differently. Highly recommended.

IDW's biggest Godzilla comic ever is coming in May, a one-shot anthology called Godzilla: 70th Anniversary. It'll have nine stories over 100 pages, with the writers including Joëlle Jones, Michael W. Conrad, Matt Frank, James Stokoe, Adam Gorham, and Dan DiDio. (Some of these folks will presumably be illustrating their comics as well.) The solicitation doesn't offer many plot hints, given that scope: "From the American Old West to modern Tokyo and beyond, this collection features stories of the King of the Monsters fighting with its allies like Mothra, against old enemies like the terrible Mechagodzilla, and reshaping the lives of all who fall in its path!" I'm surprised they're not waiting until November—hopefully it doesn't get delayed into November.

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire will now release in the U.S. two weeks early—March 29. It's taking the place of Bong Joon-ho's Mickey 17, which is now undated. I can hardly complain about being able to see it earlier, though the move comes with some risk, as it's now opening the week after Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire.

SRS Cinema has opened preorders for their Yuzo the Biggest Battle in Tokyo Blu-ray. Or is it Yuzo: The Biggest Battle on Tokyo? That's what the product page says, but on the cover the title's unchanged. Oh, SRS. Anyway, bonus features are scant: just trailers and something called "A Brief Introduction To Ishii Yoshikazu."

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Here's the teaser trailer for Volcanodon, a short film from Taiwan's Creator Union of Tokusatsu. They're aiming to have it uploaded to YouTube sometime this year, and I'll happily watch it. Obviously low-budget, but it's well-shot and it's nice to see a kaiju movie outside of Japan go all-in on practical effects.

#kaiju week in review #kaiju #godzilla #monarch legacy of monsters #volcanodon #yuzo the biggest battle in tokyo #godzilla x kong the new empire #idw

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justins-1-justan · 5 months

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Yo could I request a fem!reader x Dakota hcs?

Like at first they didn’t like each other type deal.

Sorry if I’m not making much sense 😭 I’m not the best went it comes to requesting stuff.

I got you anon, one Dakota x fem!reader w/ a touch of civillain enemies to lovers coming right up!

Dakota X FemReader

Contents: not proofread written while half asleep, I'll fix spelling errors later, sorry anon for taking5ever, got consumption for all of November.

So I hc Dakota as a former child star but not like in the famous ten year old sense but in the, she was famous as like a newborn to five and ever since she's been compared to her former popularity, hence the obsession with fame.

And what's one way of making a celebrity trying to make a comeback mad? Inadvertently calling them a nobody.

It was an early fall morning, a crisp yet chilly wind in the air, the leaves of the trees various colors but haven't quite fallen yet. On this day, a girl dressed in pink made her way into the coffee shop you work part time at. "Can I get a pumpkin spice latte with almond milk?" She states, not looking up from her cellphone in hand. Not fully clocking what she just told you, you autonomously wrote down the order but still stared at her, well more so her choice in jewelry, her earrings were gold meanwhile her necklace was a particularly pink rose-gold. Clearly she picked up on your silent judging gaze, she smirked and asks with a sweet gasp. "Do you recognize me? I adore meeting fans so-" you cut her off. "Sorry, I don't, but, you do know your necklace and earrings don't match." You say bluntly.

^that was that exact thirty seconds which followed of you two staring at each other blankly. Before your manager started reprimanding you for being rude to customers.

After that least than stellar encounter, you both strangely started to see more of each other. At the movies, on the street, even at school (which you didn't even know she went there!)

I imagine you would insult each other like 'wow Dakota! You match my orange.' Objectively not the most hurtful insults but also it's about quantity not quality.

From the day you met on, the two of you started silently one upping each other motivated by the 'rage' that fills your chest that almost feels like your so angry your heart forgets to beat.

You side eye the blonde girl as the paparazzi she called ON HERSELF, swarm her, she poses in various ways and multitasks by bragging about some reality show she's gonna be on. Your judgemental stare is only interrupted by a ball coming full speed towards your head, knocking you dead on the ground.

You lie still on the ground for a few moments before someone wraps their arms around your chest and begins dragging you some where across the grassy field you were having P.E. in. Opening your eyes, you look up see her. Dakota. Stupid shiny blonde hair shimmering in the sun, green eyes looking elsewhere as you finally clock what she's saying. "OH! Oh yeah! Look at me, being considerate and taking my classmate to the nurse's office!" She said to her entourage which now swarmed you too, cameras clicking away.

After the shock wore off you wiggled out of her arms claiming to be fine and went on with the day as usual, although...

You couldn't ignore the fact that when she looked at you with that concerned look in her eye, for that briefest of moment. your opinion of her changed ever so slightly.

In fact, it seemed every day that opinion of her changed daily and nightly in the tiniest of ways.

From one day, her picking up your pencil to another having a back and forth over her selfishness.

Little did you know, she felt the same. A strange pain in her chest on the last day before summer break when she would be going off to film Total Drama, she was supposed to be excited right? Happy to not see your face again for certain till she comes home a superstar? Right?... Right?

She watched from afar as you made some of your senior friends sign your yearbook, you smiled that ugly stupidly cute smile as your friend turned to leave, waving at them a goodbye. It could've been entitlement, it could've been vanity, it could've been the desire to have you not forget her that drove her to rush towards you holding a pen and quickly shoving her signature onto one of the pages as you stared in awe, maybe of her audacity, maybe of something else. "Make sure to keep this! It'll be worth loads when I'm famous!" She said confidently, adjusting her now messier hair. You simply roll your eyes in response.

Throughout the summer you were always on the lookout for where you might run into the blonde, 'because you DON'T want to see her' was your justification.

Sometimes you'd wonder how she was spending her vacation.

Meanwhile, Dakota's mind would also wonder to you. What you were doing, if you were watching the season at home, what you would do in the competitions. In fact, she thought of you SO MUCH that she was on the brink of a discovery.

Dakota laid in the med tent, after cursing out Chris she had one of those thoughts, you know the ones where it's like your ears start ringing and your not even sure what you just thought until you play it back a few times, and that thought was...

'What if Y/n thinks I'm ugly now?'

Objectively it was a vain thought, she didn't even know of you found her pretty before all this. But she still thought it. And it made her, feel conflicted.

Meanwhile you in fact were not watching, and The next time you technically saw her was on a promo poster for a show called 'total drama' you had watched season one with a friend but never really kept up so little did you expect the surprise in store for when you next saw the fated blonde.

It was the cusp of fall and summer, only a month off from when you first ran into Dakota. It's the first day of school back from summer vacation. Unlike the previous year you had not ran into Dakota yet in any of your morning classes and now it was time for lunch. Although strangely enough you kept on hearing whispers about a... 'Dakotazoid'? Weird.

You unpacked your usual lunch and began to eat a sandwhich when a loud noise caught your attention. The lunchroom stilled in silence, half a lunch table was practically horizontal and someone who was roughly seven ft, orange, and had green hair, sat on one side. With all the stares she ran out of the lunchroom crying while the lunch table fell with a tud.

Putting two and two together you realize 'Dakotazoid' is Dakota. An idea popping into your head as you grabbed your lunch bag and followed the girl into a garden like area of the school.

She cried curled up on the grass against a wall, you stood in front of her and said. "You really are the same color as an orange." You said holding up an orange. She looked crying and stared at you, regret slowly filling your chest.

"...thank you.." She said, now wiping away her tears slightly and smiling softly. "Everyone has been treating me so different today, since well.. I'm sure you've heard... But it's nice to know your still you." She spoke gently. "Actually, I haven't heard, you could tell me about it, if you want." You replied and sat next to her and she began telling you all about her summer.

It's kinda strange you know, how the one person you dislike the most, who always makes your stomach feel weird when she's around, is the one person to stay when your life falls apart.

Tbh I've wrote this for like a month now so I'm just gonna wrap it up real quick and not proofread so ye.

After that day, you began a 'it's complicated phase'

More so complicated for YOU. Because when you asked Dakota on your first date together and to go out with you, she thought you two were already dating.

Good luck figuring out your anniversary.

Mall dates 100%

Every time Dakota goes away for filming/shoots you make build a bears for each other.

Cheesy couples jewelry.

And finally song that reminds me for your relationship: wonderland by Taylor Swift.

#random funfact i woke up in a cold sweat when i first descovered this request #^ that was like a month ago sorry anon for procastinating #not proofread #sorry for spelling mistakes im sleepdeprivedddddd #total drama #total drama island #total drama revenge of the island #tdroti #Dakota #td dakota #tdroti dakota #dakota x reader #td dakota x reader #total drama x reader #tdroti dakota x reader #dakotazoid

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queeniecook · 3 months

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November 2 to 8 - Part 1

We landed in Sulani early in the morning on November 2nd. Having the Vatore private plane has really come in handy.

I put Este down on the sand after we arrived to give her a taste of the island. She didn't seem to know what to make of the new feeling under and in between her little toes and fingers. Touching sand is way different than carpet, hardwood or even dirt. Caleb took her inside for a nap and to unpack our things in my old room. I went for a swim in the ocean for the first time in months. My body felt complete again, I love our home but being a mermaid makes me long for the ocean when I'm away from it.

Our first night in Sulani, I talked Naya and Apollo into having a Kava party with me. Caleb opted out, instead keeping an eye on the kids. I haven't had Kava in years. Sadly it couldn't be spiked since I'm nursing Este. Naya went to bed early but Apollo and I stayed up late, watching horror movies together.

Este spent the next morning getting to know Mew Mew and hanging out with the pets. Watching Lucky play with Mew Mew confirmed for me that we need to find her a buddy for companionship.

Caleb gave Este a bath, while myself and Lucky watched. It was a family affair.

Apollo and I fit in time to relax together - it's a family tradition. I've been working on getting some of the weight I put on during pregnancy off.

Este is getting to bond with her Uncle Apollo. I want her to know her family. Apollo and I thankfully had two loving parents growing up but we didn't have any cousins or uncle or aunts. I don't want her to miss out on that.

Which brings me to AJ, I tried my best to spend time with him during our vacation. I even got to help him with homework a few times, though Apollo is better at it. AJ is growing like a weed. We made plans for him to visit us in Hendford-on-Bagley for his Spring break. It will give AJ sometime with Caleb and I, along with Este and hopefully gives his parents some alone time together.

Caleb was meant to be a Dad. Vampire or not, it's just something he's meant to be. He's a natural at it.

"I love you." I said, pulling him close after he put Este down for a nap. I was thinking of when he proposed to me on the island.

Caleb smiled at me and began swaying us like we were dancing. No music was playing but we didn't need it. We had our first dance in this house - at Apollo and Naya's wedding. That was the night Caleb caught me off guard and the idea of us began to grow in my heart. It was then that it hit me that I needed to try to help my brother keep the love he has.

The next night as we were watching the pit outside cook our dinner, I asked my brother how things are going.

"Things are civil. I know she isn't focusing on her career to be distant on purpose. She loves AJ and I know she loves me...it's just hard to remember that sometimes when we barely see her." Apollo confided in me.

I had noticed that even during our stay at the house, she had been putting in overtime. The night we all drank Kava was the one exception.

"She says I don't understand but she won't let me try to understand. It's really frustrating."

I gave my baby brother a small smile, trying to be encouraging. "I think you two need to finally sit down and really talk about this. Not talking about it isn't going to make things better, for either of you or AJ. Caleb and I will take him and Este to go do something so you two can have the house to yourselves tomorrow."

I just hope I gave Apollo the right advice.

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i-was-too-scared-to-jump-in · 5 months

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post 1: my feelings about family thanksgiving

i've been racking my mind, looking for some way to get all my thoughts out. to get everything i've been keeping inside from eating me alive. i tried recording voice memos, which was very theraputic to say everything verbally and out loud. however, i was just too frustrated with how i couldn't stop crying, how high my voice is, how i kept getting distracted and loosing my train of thought, and how my living situation makes it impossible to sit down and record more.

i decided the best solution for this was just to make an old school blog to poor my heart out and get everything off my chest. a tell all for anyone who might stumble upon this blog. (which someone might due to my url being song lyrics[Miss. Swift is such a guilty pleasure, it's embarrassing. i'm so sorry]). i also apologize for any improper grammar, formatting, or punctuation, since i've never been the best at it all. i am trying, i promise.

when i tried the voice memos i really liked the episodic format, so i decided to keep this. now i'll hurry up and get into what i have to say.

at the time of writing this is nearly 12:30 am on monday but since i haven't slept yet, i'm counting it as sunday night. thursday was thanksgiving.

every thanksgiving my household visits my paternal grandparents house for thanksgiving. my paternal grandparents raised me and my brothers, which might seem fine, but they are extremely mentally, verbally and even physically abusive. this is a topic that will become reoccurring on this blog. around 2? 3? years ago, my grandmother started a new tradition where we talk about people we knew who passed and the impact they left on us. this could be a sweet and touching tradition to have, however, she purposefully uses this new tradition against me.

for context, when i was around 11 years old, a close friend of mine passed away. obviously, it impacted me greatly (but that could be it's own post some other day) and is something i've never properly processed, to the point i never even talk about it to my partner (i'll have to make a fun alias for them soon), and a lot of my personal triggers revolve around the summer the accident happened.

so every year, my grandmother starts her spiel about people who have passed to whoever this years guest is, then turning to me and insisting i "tell them all about your little friend". the first year this happened i ran to the bathroom in tears, she saw how it effected me. yet she continued on about private details involving the death of a 12 girl she never actually met. the second year she did this, i tried to play it off, but still hid in the bathroom to cry. this summer, the realization that thanksgiving was once again coming up hit me like a train, and i realized i can't let keep letting my family hurt me.

either late october or early november, i was spending time with my mother, which was a little unusual because i tend to not spend time with my relatives for reasons that will make more sense as i post more. she started going on and on about how she' s so glad that my brother is back (a future topic) and how we can have a nice family thanksgiving with everyone for the first time in years. that was when i informed her that if we were spending thanksgiving at my paternal grandparents' house, i would not be going. i explained why which caused me to cry and i hated it to much. i was so vulnerable. i can't afford to be vulnerable with my family. they're not the type of people you can be vulnerable with. i think this act of vulnerability gave my mother the impression that we had the type of mother-daughter relationship she always wanted (i'm a closeted trans man) and she seemed to want treat this vulnerability delicately. she often wasn't too kind with my few previous vulnerabilities. but she didn't say much about it.

i was then under the impression that i was safe, that i wouldn't be forced to walk right into the lions' den. only to discover that my parents visited my grandparents and brought up the problem. they wanted to make my grandmother promise to not bring it up again. i found this funny (in a ridiculous kind of way) since they would know more than anyone else that she isn't the type of person to correct mistakes and promise to stop doing things that hurt others. they should know more than anyone else that that woman puts her own convince over anyone else's well being or safety. she can't admit she's wrong or made a mistake. she's like a shark (i apologize to sharks for this analogy) and bringing up this concern was like pouring my blood in the water.

luckily my partner invited me to stay at their house during the holiday, and i did tell my mother i wasn't going. i thought they would understand. of all people, my parents would understand, right? thursday, my notifications kept going off with text message after text message asking where i was and insisting i be at my grandparents house before dinner was over. i silenced my phone and left them on read.

when i returned home, my mother was not happy. although she usually isn't when i get home normally. additionally, my brother "greeted" me at the door, which added an other layer of shittiness to it all. i just find it so frustrating that my whole family seems pissed off at me, when i explained my reasoning ahead of time, and just wanted to protect myself.

i've been writing for over an hour and i'm getting tired, so i should be heading to bed. especially since i have a paper due that i haven't even started.

i love you goodnight

- ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

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anditendshowyoudexpect · 8 months

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there was an earthquake somewhere offshore our northeast sometime in early July. the extent to which people across the city felt that earthquake was of course inversely proportional to the distance from the epicenter and directly proportional to the height of their residence. those on higher floors and especially those who had lived through the anxiety of the 2000 earthquake may have panicked a bit but i think most of us who didn't get the earthquake warning from Google on their phones only found out about it in the morning. i, who hadn't even been sure about the 2000 earthquake as it was happening (far from the epicenter, single-story house), would have been one of them if it wasn't for Google.

the 2000 earthquake, when the terrified people spent most of that November night in the streets, was the strongest the country experienced in a hundred years, with some loss of life and damage but definitely, thankfully, not as violent as those that usually make the news.

as you can probably tell, we don't have earthquakes often, so for all its insignificance the new one was kind of a big deal. the first that was felt since 2000, it mostly became the butt of many a joke of unspooked local wits on social media.

i say mom, but it's an earthquake, the neighbors are outside, and she says go to sleep baby, they are outside all the time anyway

people packed suitcases and everything. i grabbed 3 peaches

i just shoved my earphones and phone charger in a plastic bag

our neighbors are something else, one came down with a slice of watermelon I SWEAR TO GOD another one is making a tiktok video

dust your chandeliers people gotta make it look good for the camera

we here are not feeling anything except for the mosquitos

jokes aside i'm going to clear my phone gallery

i don't care, dad went to get coke i'm waiting for him, if i end up dying at least i'm free from the tests

what a nice earthquake we're having. neighbors finally meeting getting together having some samovar tea making kebabs

met some neighborhood boys i haven't seen in ages off to have tea with them

i'm cooking i'll come down after i eat

x: so if you're interested and want to join i'll send you details and answer your questions if you have any y: yes i want to join x: excellent. i am currently at the earthquake i'll get in touch with the account no a bit later y: we're there too :))

reading the comments. the earthquake be like wtf what is wrong with these people the disrespect i'm outta here

needless to say (hopefully), no one is actually making light of potentially catastrophic natural disasters. we here are still reeling from the memories of February of this year when the horrible tragedy struck so close. to those affected by any past or current natural disaster or in danger of one i wish all the luck and all the strength in the world to stay safe and to find safety.

#earthquakes

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youfeltthegolux · 1 year

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Reading recap, November 2022 (Part 1)

At the start of the pandemic, I decided to do something I'd never done in all of my years of being an avid reader: actually keep track of the books I've read. Since I'm trying to be more intentional about the whole thing, I thought it might be fun to think back on what I've read, month by month. I'm going to do a longer "year in review" reflection on my favorite books I read this year in about a month and say more about my reading habits, but this is really just a series of bite-sized reviews. Some book chomps, if you will.

For the record, for the last few years I've mostly been reading books in audiobook form, and I try to use the Libby App as much as possible. Because of where I live I'm fortunate to have access to two great local public library systems. When I can't find a book in my local libraries I like to use the Libro.fm app, which allows you to buy books and choose an independent bookstore to support with your purchase, instead of your money going to the space cowboy who won't let his employees take bathroom breaks.

I tend to read a lot of historical nonfiction (especially about cold boys), sci-fi, and romance. This month I read six books, which must be some kind of record for me, and was only possible because I had a few long flights, and some of these books were fairly short. Plus I pretty much inhaled Ocean's Echo, which we'll get to in a moment. Good thing I didn't have many social obligations the first week of the month, when that book dropped.

OK, on to the books!

Ocean's Echo by Everina Maxwell

I ADORED Maxwell's first book, Winter's Orbit, which started life as an original story on AO3. (Seriously, go read it now if you haven't!) I couldn't wait for her follow-up, which I preordered on Libro.fm and guzzled down the first week of November, ignoring various responsibilities and coming up with excuses to putter around the house with my headphones in. Ocean's Echo is a queer romance space opera that's set in the same universe as Winter's Orbit but follows different characters. Tennal, a hot mess royal who has had one too many strikes against him (and can read minds) and Surit, a by-the-books military officer (who can control minds) are paired to work together for Space Plot Reasons. They're essentially commanded to meld minds, against their own wishes, but they decide to secretly refuse orders and fake their mind bond instead. Will they pull it off? Will they come to trust and love each other? WHO CAN SAY?

I so enjoyed this book and like Winter's Orbit I think Maxwell once again gives us a beautifully-crafted look into how two people, thrown together by circumstance, can come to understand and love each other. No spoilers, but there are a few moments in here, especially towards the end, that I found to be totally devastating, which is how I like things.

I also love Maxwell's writing style. I watched a virtual book talk with Maxwell and Freya Marske (which you can catch on YouTube!) and it's clear that they devote so much time to thinking through character development and finding ways to use and subvert character tropes. I will say that I thought the plot of Winter's Orbit was a touch tighter than Ocean's Echo, but that should in no way prevent you from READING THIS BOOK STAT.

One final note (wow, this is not bite-sized at all): I got the audiobook in part because I really enjoyed the audiobook version of Winter's Orbit, and Ocean's Echo was recorded by the same narrator. It's great. But the narrator used essentially the same voice for both Jainan in Winter's Orbit and Surit in Ocean's Echo, which, uh, was kind of distracting at first. FYI.

OK next book:

The Whale: A Love Story by Mark Beauregard

::cue obligatory whale noises::

The Whale is a deep dive lololol into the relationship between Herman Melville and Nathaniel Hawthorne, built on the two literary giants' letters to each other and the archival traces of their passionate feelings for each other and for each other's work that developed in the early 1850s, while both men lived in the Berkshires region of Massachusetts. This was when Melville was at work on Moby-Dick (Melville dedicated this novel to Hawthorne, whom he also described in a book review as having "[shot] his strong New-England roots into the hot soil of my Southern soul.") At its core, The Whale is about the tortures of writing, of inner life, the joy of a great work of art, and of recognizing oneself in someone else and being seen in return.

Beauregard does a wonderful job constructing conversations between Melville and Hawthorne and describing the yearning that both men expressed for each other (mostly from Melville's point of view; only his letters have survived, and Beauregard created the letters Hawthorne wrote to Melville that appear in The Whale). This book came highly recommended and I didn't love it the way I was hoping to - there are times when I thought it felt a bit stiff or disjointed, but maybe that's only because Melville and Hawthorne's relationship was, itself, full of so many torturous turns. Plus Melville's wife comes across as a one-note nagging woman who just, ya know, gets on his case to make some money so the family doesn't starve. But if you like historical fiction (non-fiction?) it's still very much worth a read.

OK, last one for this post!

Love, Hate & Clickbait by Liz Bowery (mild spoilers ahead)

Eh. This came recommended by a friend whose reading taste I TRUST (the same friend who recommended Winter's Orbit to me last year), who told me they read it in one night.

Eh.

Basically, this book is about two guys - one, a straight asshole dudebro and one, a clueless gay nerd who is very tall - who both work for the same Democratic politician, who is campaigning for the presidential nomination. When she says something homophobic and it's caught on camera, her staffers come up with the brilliant solution of making these two dudes have a fake relationship to show how cool she is with the LGBTQIA+ community.

Have you read Red, White, and Royal Blue? This is no Red, White, and Royal Blue. It's got a lot of fun tropes but the two mains are both unlikable and don't really evolve over the course of the book, other than one of them getting a haircut and the other deciding that couch sex is a good stress-reliever. I didn't really vibe with the writing style, and there's not really any "we realized something about ourselves and about love" payoff. It kind of felt like this book was rushed to market, like someone at the publisher said "I just heard a lot of straight women like reading books about two guys making out! I want one of those on my desk tomorrow morning!" There was a scene where they trip and fall into a big tower of cheese together at a farmer's market, which was cute.

Anyway, my friend who recommended this deeply betrayed me, but I still love them.

Also I heard this book started as fanfic, I'd be curious as to what fandom it's from.

Coming soon: three more book bites!

#book recommendations #book recs #ocean's echo #everina maxwell #the whale: a love story #mark beauregard #love hate & clickbait #liz bowery #my book reviews #romance #queer books #moby dick #emotional damage #audiobook

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nctinthehouse · 3 years

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12-1AM

pairing: reader x bf!Doyoung

genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship!au

wc: 0.5k

⚠️ warning(s): suggestive themes

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17th November

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“Hah! I win. Again!” you whip your controller to the side and raise your arms up in the air as a celebration.

Today was one of those days where you and Doyoung slept in earlier since neither of you had work the next few days which is why you were still awake. Usually you’d be sleeping right now as you would need to get up early to head to work. But on a rare occasion like this, you wouldn't sleep until about 3 or 4am. Plus you can wake up around noon.

Since you slept in, you weren’t tired yet so you and Doyoung decided to play on the switch. You decided on Mario Kart because you complained that your “racing skills” were rusty since you haven’t played in a long time.

“Aren’t you supposed to be shit at this since you said you haven't played for a while??” Doyoung protests

You shrug your shoulders

“I guess I never lost my touch” you say as you smirk at Doyoung

Doyoung glares at you before turning back to the tv screen in front of him

“I’ll beat you in the next one, just you wait and see” he grumbles

You raise an eyebrow at him and lean in closer, right up to his face and whisper

“We’ll see about that, loser”

Several more games later, Doyoung did not beat you sadly. He gets competitive with games and so do you. Everytime he lost, he would get sulky and give you the saddest puppy eyes in the world, wanting you to at least let him win once. After winning yet another round, you lay down on the bed and sigh, staring up at the ceiling for a moment

“All this winning has made me hungry”

“Show off” Doyoung scoffs as you playfully stick your tongue out at him

“I hope there’s ramen in the house otherwise I might cry” you sigh as you get off the bed and give your body a stretch from sitting on the bed for too long

“We should. It isn’t your house if it doesn’t have any ramen”

“Hah, that’s right. You know me so well” you pinch Doyoung’s cheeks before heading to the kitchen, Doyoung following behind shortly afterwards

Unfortunately this time, luck wasn't on your side. You didn't have any ramen left because apparently Doyoung finished the last packet the other day and completely forgot to pick some up. Fair to say you were a bit disappointed but guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

So you and Doyoung head back to the bedroom to play a few more rounds of Mario Kart, making a mental note to yourself to stock up on ramen the next time you go to the supermarket.

“I’m a bit bored of this now” you pout as you place the controller on the bedside table

“Shall we go to bed?”

You shake your head

“You’re still not tired?”

You shake your head again

“Netflix?”

“Sure” nodding your head

“Netflix and… chill?”

You slap Doyoung’s arm in response. He groans and rubs his arm up and down

“Hey! I didn’t mean that kind of Netflix and chill! I meant literal Netflix and chill but I mean…”

Doyoung smirks as he leans in closer. He grabs your hands and pins them above your head as he pushes you down on the bed, hovering over you

“if you want to have se-”

You push Doyoung off you and head to the bathroom but not before you hear Doyoung shout out

“Hey you’re the one with the dirty mind!!”

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Theodosia Hamilton

Part 4

24th of November, 1801. Philip woke up with an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. He tried to remember whether he'd dreamt about anything that night, but it was all slipping away from him, like sand through his fingers. A dark figure with a gun, and someone counting, counting up to 7...

He shook himself off as if he were a dog, and leapt out of bed. It was just a nightmare, he reminded himself firmly. He was far too old to still be scared of a nightmare. He walked across the room and flung open the curtains, basking in what little early morning sun was filtering through the window, trying to dispel the remnants of his dream.

He failed. It haunted him all through the rest of the morning, despite his mothers best efforts to find out what was wrong, his fathers rough words of comfort, his siblings practical jokes and awkward hugs. He was morose, and it showed, but he could not for the life of him figure out why. He should be able to shake off a nightmare more easily than this, shouldn't he?

Making his excuses shortly after breakfast, he retired to his room, where he sat sulking by the windowsill fiddling with a pistol. He was interrupted by a knock on the door. Before he had the time to shout "Come in!", his father had already marched into the room, looking resolute. Philip sighed. He couldn't guess why his father wanted to talk to him, but he did know they'd end up fighting - they always did, now.

"Son." The older Hamilton cleared his throat awkwardly, sitting down gingerly on the edge of Philips bed. "Look, I know we haven't gotten on since, well... you know, but I'd like to think you could still come to me for some fatherly advice. I know why you've been moping around all day."

Philip glanced over at him, surprised.

"Look son, I've been there too. When I was a young man, before I met your mother, there were plenty of other girls that caught my eye as well. But you have to realise that this Burr girl - it is her, isn't it? I know you met her a few nights ago, Burr wrote to me of it, and I thought that might have set this off. Anyway, this Burr girl - she's completely unsuitable. You see that, Philip, don't you?", he asked, despairing.

"I mean, her father's been my enemy since last years election, he defected from our party to join Jefferson, of all people, he doesn't stand up for any of his views when it comes to a proper debate, it's a miracle he made it to Vice President in the first place-

The sound of a knock on the door stopped him - and quite possibly saved him, too, thought Philip darkly, laying his gun down on the cabinet. If he heard another one of those self righteous speeches...

Out of curiosity, he glanced down to see who was at the door. A dark head of long hair, one long lithe arm raised, a dress that looked oddly familiar...

Philip jumped up and bolted out of his room, ignoring his fathers questions. He met his mother at the door, but before she could open it he grabbed hold of the handle and gave her a pleading look and she stepped away, seeming almost amused. Sucking in one deep breath, he swung the door open, and tried to put a polite smile on his face.

It was her. She'd been about to knock again, and her hand was still raised before him. She seemed startled by how suddenly he'd appeared there, and moved her hand back down to her side slowly, almost cautiously. On impulse, Philip took hold of it. He was still smiling, but it was a different smile now - no longer so much the casual expression convention demanded but something deeper, something more honest.

He was jolted out of his reverie when his mother cleared her throat. "Philip, why don't you show our guest in? I'm sure she must be cold by now, the weathers been dreadful..."

Philip stepped backwards, blushing, but forgot to let go of her hand, and ended up half dragging Theodosia across the threshold and into the Hamilton house. When he realised what he'd done the blush in his face only increased, until he thought he must be positively scarlet. Muttering some breathless apologies, he turned round and strode through to the drawing room, his mother audibly sighing and inviting her in, before shutting the door behind her.

The first minute sitting around the table in the drawing room, waiting for the tea his mother had called for to arrive, was almost unbearably awkward. All attempts at an actual conversation stuttered into silence, and nothing Philip tried seemed able to keep the discussion moving.

Theodosia had, she explained briefly, come only briefly to thank him for 'rescuing her' (her words, met with a yet deeper blush and a muttered denial from Philip) from the street outside the theatre. It was only when she mentioned what had happened with Eacker that Eliza stopped looking shrewdly between her son and her guest and glared sharply at Philip.

"He had a gun, did you say, Miss Burr?"

Her words dripped from her mouth like acid, and Philip winced, knowing he'd be in real trouble as soon as Theodosia left. Theodosia, on the other hand, seemed to realise her mistake, and faltered, trying to take back what she had said.

"Yes, Mrs Hamilton, he did - but I'm sure whatever reason that was for can be no fault of your son - indeed, once my father had scared Mr Eacker off, Mr Hamilton was more than willing to let it go."

Philip hid desperately behind her flimsy excuse. "I was, mother - I mean, I did. It was barely a fight at all, anyway, I was just annoyed about some stupid things he said. All I was doing was returning Theodo- returning Miss Burr, I mean, to her fathers house."

At that moment, their tea arrived, and Philip breathed a great, internal sigh of relief, casting about for a new topic of conversation. His mind settled on Maria Jefferson, and he asked Theodosia whether she'd been alright, not caring about the answer, looking only for an excuse to gaze intently at her without seeming rude.

Theodosia replied in the positive, and mentioned that she'd gone back home to her husband and their young son near Monticello - and as soon as she said it, Philip remembered his own summer holidays to Virginia, staying on the Washington estate. When he said as much to Theodosia, she told him that she'd been down there too, only a few weeks before - although she had stayed with the Jeffersons instead of the Washingtons, of course.

She spoke of long, warm days in the sun, with the air so arid that she had at one point cracked an egg on her balcony, just to see if it would fry - of the sound of cicadas so deafening in the night she thought she'd go mad with it - of the ballroom in Jeffersons home, which was so stately and so encrusted in gold and diamonds that she was almost afraid to touch anything, for fear that she break it...

Philip interrupted occasionally, adding his own thoughts and his own memories, but for the most part he was content to watch her joyfully recollect all that had happened that past summer, as if he could breathe in her happiness, or the warmth she spoke with.

It was a long time before he realised that his mother had disappeared, but he did not concern himself with it. There was too much for him to take in the moment to wonder properly about where she might have went, and it was only when he heard faintly the sound of raised voices floating down the staircase that he realised she had gone upstairs to stop his father from interrupting the two of them.

He looked at Theodosia, and saw that she had heard the voices too, and that she knew what they meant, and was instantly pained - not just embarrassed, but physically hurt, wanting her to think of him and his family well.

But perhaps she saw that pain reflected in his eyes, because she took his hand and said quietly, "Well, I must be going sir. I only came to thank you."

Philip stood. He took her other hand in his empty one and said hurriedly, "Philip. Call... call me Philip."

"And I am Theodosia..." she said it softly, almost whispering, when his mother came gliding down the stairs, looking strained. The two of them jumped apart as she smiled politely at Theodosia, saying, "Well, I am sorry, Miss Burr, but it seems that my husband and I must be going. I would invite you to make use of the hospitality of my household, but it seems I cannot trust my son for the evening without him running off and getting into some sort of gunfight. If you don't mind...

Theodosia hurried out, saying that she'd already overstayed her welcome, despite Philip and Eliza's denials. She turned to him for a moment before she left, and he breathed in one last time - she was wearing some sort of perfume, he was sure of it, he must remember that perfume - and then she was gone, a carriage waiting for her at the edge of the road.

As soon as the door shut behind her, Philip heard his father striding down the stairs. He turned around to face the music.

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xxkellsvixen19xx · 5 years

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Forget Me Not Jim Mason x Reader 50 First Dates AU Pt 1/?

A/N: Not long ago seen an ask on @michael-langdon-appreciation blog by an anon asking for a Jim Mason 50 First Dates fic, I know she is busy and got quite a bit going on so I took on the task. I decided to go not entirely by the 50 First Dates story line there will be parts of it yes but going in a bit of a different direction, this will be multiple parts. Hope you like it anon let me know what you think, as well as my followers feed back is appreciated! 💓

“Hi, l'm Jim Mason maybe you can help me? l'm looking for Y/N any idea where l can find her?” Jim walked through the boat till he made his way downstairs to the cabin, making his way to the door calling out…

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N Mason?”

She can’t remember yesterday…

When a freak accident on a storm-swept road leaves Y/N with a memory full of holes, she can't remember her own email password, much less how the little pink "positive" on the pregnancy stick got there. She's at a loss to explain what happened, or when ...or with whom. But what the mind forgets, the heart remembers. Still, it’s going to be a long, hard ride to a happily ever-after for two, plus one.

2 months ago...

Jim closed the distance between them and touched their lips together. Soft. Sweet. More intense than any kiss he'd ever given her before. Her breath escaped in a puff as he pulled back, warming his skin.

"Oh. That was nice." Y/N replied softly.

"Hmm, you ready for better than nice?"

She opened her mouth to answer, and he caught her lips separating them. His tongue eased into her mouth, and he tasted her like he’d longed to for months. Sweetness, a touch of cinnamon, but mostly her. This was far better than nice. He dug his fingers into the fabric at her hip to stop from exploring anywhere else. His other hand locked on the truck frame to make sure the only thing he used on her was his mouth.

He wanted to consume her.

Kissing was only the beginning because, oh hell, every nerve in his body had gone on high alert, especially when she curled her hands around his back and stepped against him. One leg on either side of his thigh. Bodies tight together, her warmth enveloping him along with the scent of her perfume. His head spun from even this much contact.

His throat moved as he swallowed. Whispered, “Say it's not crazy. Say this is what you want, even though I'm leaving tomorrow. " I want you,” Y/N confessed. "And it’s not crazy-not completely." She reached behind her and unhooked her bra.

Her bra joined her shirt on the floor, and that was it. Discussion over. Jim had her in his arms; her feet dangling in the air as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Their lips connected, the worn fabric of his T-shirt soft against her naked chest. He paused to take off his shoes, and they bounced off a few walls en route. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, her hands traveling over his shoulders and back as she savored finally getting to touch him.

Jim lowered her to the bed and stepped back. He reached over his head to grab his T-shirt, jerking it forward and off his muscular torso. His biceps flexed, chest muscles and chiseled abs clearly visible in the light streaming through the window. She admired the dark dusting of hair on his chest, another dark trail leading down into the jeans that were even now being unbuttoned, unzipped and frantically cast to the floor.

"Get naked," Jim ordered. "I want skin and nothing but skin tonight. I want enough touching to make me crazy for the next months hell even the next years.” She wiggled off her jeans and undies, staring at him in awe. "I'd ask for a picture, but your image is branded on my brain. You're gorgeous, Jim."

Jim traced the edge of her jaw to her neck, kissing his way up to the sensitive spot under her ear. Kisses and caresses, his lips on her torso as his fingers plumped her breast. His tongue tracing circles around her nipple a second before his lips closed over the tip and he sucked. A sharp, aching need shot from his mouth to directly between her legs, and Y/N could no more hold back her groans than fly to the moon.

It wasn't just one thing, it was the complete seduction. His hands on her stomach, sneaking over her belly to tease the folds of her sex. His mouth doing sinfully good things to her breasts. Y/N's heart pounded, her body growing slick as he teased her, fingers on her clit, fingers slipping inside her.

"I’m going to make you come, and this first time? I'm going to watch." Jim hung over her, his face only inches away as his hand worked her, a rapid thrust of his fingers driving her toward a peak faster than expected. His pupils dilated further as she groaned his name, her nails digging into his broad shoulders.

He kissed her breathless then vanished, sliding down her body like a human tornado. More caresses, long slow strokes –he avoided her sex for a moment, and she was glad until the continued touches made her twitch with the desire.

"Hmm, delicious." Jim opened her legs with his shoulders and dropped to tease her folds with his tongue. Gentle at first, then bolder until she was arching up to his mouth, grinding against him as he thrust his tongue deep. As he covered her sensitive clit and sucked, flicking the tip with his tongue until she broke into a million pieces.

She turned into a puddle on the mattress, barely able to focus. He snatched up the condom and covered himself, lowering over her to touch their heated foreheads together.

Jim breathed out slowly as his cock nudged her core. "You ready for me?"

Years ago. Forever. All the words she wanted to say she held back, instead simply nodding.

He slid inside, and she shook, fighting to keep her eyes open so she could add the expression on his face to the whole experience. Bliss mixed with the hunger, and a moan escaped him as she crossed her heels against his lower back. The change of position slipped him deeper so they were all-the-way connected.

Skin to skin, fully engaged as they stared into each other’s eyes. Jim pulled his hips back, and pressure skittered past sensitive nerve endings, making her entire body heat further.

He thrust forward, and again, catching hold of her hip to lift her higher. He pinned her in position as the pressure and tempo increased.

"Sweet Y/N. Oh my God, so good." Jim tilted his hips at the end of each thrust, and she gasped.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Oh, this is..." She couldn’t breathe to get the words out, but she didn't want him to stop. "Yes, good. So good."

He kissed her, his breath hot on her cheek before he tangled their tongues, thrusting into her mouth in imitation of his cock.

Y/N saw lights sparkling before her eyes when they broke apart to gasp for air. "I’m close. Oh, Jim, how? How can this…?"

"You feel it, Y/N? How good we fit? How fucking good we are together?" He pressed her to the mattress and grabbed her thighs, looming over her and opening her in a whole new way. The changed angle increased the tension, and when he slipped his fingers over her clit, she was lost.

"Jim ..." Y/N shouted his name. She clutched her thighs as he drove in one final time, his cock held deep while her body convulsed around him.

Stars floated past her vision as he shook, his body gone taut-his abdomen, his chest, all the lovely muscles under her exploring fingers.

She closed her eyes, and everything reduced to sensations. To the touch of his lips to her cheek, the added heat as he rolled them to the side. Jim hitched her leg over his waist, rocking his hips gently as his hard-on continued to stretch her.

Y/N opened her eyes to discover his sexy smile waiting for her. That one lock of hair was back over his forehead, and she brushed it away tenderly.

"Hey." Her cheeks flushed with heat.

Jim traced his fingers over her shoulder. "Hey. That was..." His sigh screamed of satisfaction as he met her gaze.

"Trust me, you're nothing short of mind-meltingly sexy, and I want to do that at least a couple more times tonight."

To: [email protected]

04:07:00 Sunday, September 13

Made it to Redondo Beach. That was a hell of a drive at the start. The storm didn't ease off until I was past Lomita. Held me up enough I didn’t get in until after midnight, so I didn’t want to call and wake you up.

I'll be gone by the time you get this message. Leaving early hours Sunday. I miss you already. I can't wait to get back so I can date you properly. Getting to share Friday night with you was a dream come true, but as hot as the sex was? I want more for us. I mean it. This is something I’ve wanted-you're something I’ve wanted-for a long time.

[email protected]

p.s. I love that you used your nickname for an email address

November, Palos Verdes…

Y/N slapped her palm against the door to her small house, slamming it shut behind her. The door reopened not two seconds later. "Will you stop running away from me?" Medina demanded. "I asked a question."

"I don’t know the answer, okay? And it's pissing me off," Y/N snapped. "Oh." Medina sighed, kicking off her shoes before easing herself onto the back of the couch. She planted her feet on the seat cushion and nodded sadly. "Another of your memory gaps?"

Y/N glared over her shoulder as she draped her jacket on a wall coat hook. "Memory gaps. Such small words for such a huge, fucking nuisance."

"Hey, stop being so rough on yourself. The doctors said things should come back. Sometime."

Sometime was another not very reassuring word. Y/N stomped across the room to stand with folded arms, glaring at her friend. “Medina, I still haven't figured out the passwords to my computer. You had to help me pay my bills so my power didn’t get cut off. I'm relearning how to do the data entry at the office, which means I’m basically a freeloader with my own friend."

“I don't mind. None of us mind." Medina shook her head. “Please, stop beating yourself up. Stop acting as if, since your car wasn't totaled, you don't have the right to be injured. A few obstacles are worth dealing with until you’re back up to speed."

Obstacles. Fah. Another word that was as bad as memory gaps.

There might be holes in her memory, and lingering frustrations, but there were a lot of good things in her life. Between Medina and her family, somehow she’d get through this rough patch, and make it out the other side.

Of course, thirty seconds later she was running to the bathroom to throw up, which erased a good portion of her optimism. It was tough to stay positive while bowing in front of the porcelain throne.

HE HADN'T EXACTLY SPED the whole way home.

Jim was sure there were a few sections of highway where he'd briefly slowed to the speed limit. When there were too many cars for him to dodge.

Since the plane dropped him off at six a.m., he'd been going nonstop. Pretty much like he'd been going for the previous two months. Working like a madman before falling exhausted into bed for a few hours to get up and do it all over again.

The good part was the blistering pace kept him from obsessing about Y/N before falling asleep. It did nothing to stop the dirty dreams that invaded his brain and had him waking with more than simple morning wood.

He wanted to see Y/N.

Driving with one hand, he used the other to check his mail. There were a mess of texts and emails in his inbox, most of it spam, but none from her. The message he'd sent to Medina moments before leaving had bounced back as well with a Message undeliverable. Recipient's mailbox is full. Fatal daemon error.

Curses drifted through his brain. He punched in Y/N's number only to have the phone die on him, the battery dead. Fine. It was more important to be there and do the next thing in person anyway.

Like sweep Y/N up in his arms and kiss her senseless.

The entire drive he daydreamed about where he’d find her. Timing-wise she should be at home, so he ignored his own place, and the garage, and took the back loop. The sight of her car in the drive made his heart leap, and he parked in the second free space in a rush, damn near leaping from the truck. Somehow he forced his feet to a walk instead of rushing her front door and bursting in like a maniac.

He rang the doorbell.

Knocked.

Rang again.

It might be rude, but he even leaned over and peered in the window, to see if she was around. A pair of shoes lay haphazardly under the hall coat rack, a small puddle of water pooled under the soles. Her coat was there-only no sign of her. He moved to knock a second time but was interrupted by Y/N's less-than-ladylike cussing. Jim tried the front door, and it opened easily.

“Y/N? You here?" Both feet still on the outside stoop, he stuck his head around the door frame to make himself heard.

A new set of sounds greeted him, less amusing than the curses. Retching and coughing, and Jim couldn't stand it any longer. He stormed forward and headed toward the bathroom.

“Angel eyes, you okay?"

She was seated on the floor, her cheek resting on one arm as she basically clung to the toilet. Her eyes were closed, and her face twisted in a grimace as she shuddered then leaned forward and spat.

"Oh hell, you got a stomach bug?"

Or that’s what Jim intended to say. He got out the oh hell part before Y/N's eyes flew open and her gaze landed on him, all traces of nausea and exhaustion vanishing as she opened her mouth and screamed. She scrambled to her feet, hands flailing, a riot of noise and motion.

Damn.

He held out a hand toward her. “Y/N, hey, it’s okay. It's me, Jim." He ducked away from the toilet plunger she'd swung like a sword. At the same time he examined her quickly-noting her pale skin. The dark shadows under her eyes.

The business end of the plunger wavered in front of him as he took in her extremely short-cropped hair, the H/C strands that usually would have covered her shoulders only about an inch long over her entire head. It was a radical change from before. Kinda cute, really, but unexpected.

"Jim?" She squinted, her head tilting to the side and making her rather adorable. Well, adorable if she weren’t still threatening him with a toilet cleaner.

He took hold of the handle and tugged the shaft from her fingers, putting the weapon back in its place. "Yes, Jim."

"I don’t remember this at all," she muttered. "You're not you."

He laughed, and then caught her as she swayed. "And you must be running a fever or something."

She squirmed out of his arms and backed away slowly. "No fever. My stomach's upset. Feels better now." She looked him up and down quickly. Utter dread joined the disappointment in his gut.

He headed back to the living room, pausing to remove his boots and wipe up water from rain he'd tracked in during his mad rush to help her. That’s when he noticed there were other changes in her house since September. A lot more stuff for one thing. Fabric and paintbrushes in the hall, a stack of clothes draped over a chair in the kitchen besides a sewing machine. He had to move aside a pile of what looked like jigsaw puzzle pieces before he could sit on the couch.

Jim rose to his feet as she approached a few minutes later. "Better?" She waved away his concern. "Fine. Just a touch off for a few days." He couldn't wait any longer, closing the distance between them. If she was sick, that eliminated a too-personal welcome home, but that was okay. They'd leapt in at the start. Now he could go a little slower. Care for her. Take his time to make sure they had a solid foundation. He caressed the peach-fuzz softness just above her ear, stroking gently. "I like your hair."

Y/N touched her head self-consciously. "It’s okay. It's grown a lot since the accident." The bottom fell out of his stomach. "Accident? What accident?" She snorted before jerking to a stop, the golden flecks in her E/C eyes flashing at him in the light. "You're serious. You didn't know I went into the ditch?"

He grabbed her hands tight. "I had no idea. Y/N stared at their joined hands, her mouth hanging slightly open. "Umm, Jim. It's okay. I mean it happened two months ago." Her unease increased, and her body grew stiffer. Instead of curling up against him like he'd hoped, she withdrew, and the whole situation grew more awkward by the minute.

When she pulled her hands free, he let her go. Let her increase the distance between them. She was leaning on the wall opposite him now, a good five feet between them. Jim felt wrapped in cotton. "So...how do we get from your great ditch driving to your hair being cut off?"

Y/N took an enormous breath and let it out slowly. "They told me I bumped my head. Hard enough they shaved my hair off so they could attach test thingies. After a week's testing when nothing showed up on their machines, they told me I was fine."

Jim was the one frowning now, his entire body tensing as he slipped the clues together. "You keep saying ‘they told me'. You don't remember the accident?"

She shook her head, frustration obviously rising. "I don’t remember the accident, plus there are a few other gaps. I lost a ton of long-term memory as it relates to math-passwords, formulas and things like that. So it’s nice you sent me an email, but I never got it. I had to set up a new email account because I couldn't get into the old one."

His jaw had to be hanging open, and his feet were pinned in place now, hands dangling uselessly by his sides. Y/N had lost her memory?

Had she forgotten them? If so, she'd have forgotten what they'd done. What they'd planned. It would explain so much in terms of her discomfort with him-more than only nerves at having him back around after a long break.

He forced himself to speak even though his mouth had gone totally dry. "So...this amnesia. How extensive is it?"

Y/N shrugged. "A couple weeks before the bump are fuzzy or gone-I'm not sure now what are real memories and what are things I've been told."

"A couple ..."

It was true. In one swoop their future was rearranged. He wasn't about to pick her up caveman-like and tell her that they were another thing she'd forgotten. Not when she was still fighting frustration along with whatever else had her at less than one hundred percent physical health at the moment. He also had no intention of letting her get away. The dilemma of how to move forward threw him into a tailspin.

As out of control as a car skidding into a ditch.

Credit to @carolthors formally Skyofsong

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