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dried-mushroom · 11 days

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Omg can you please write about Lee Russell being mean to you in front of Gamby as like a power display or something but then when y'all get home (y'all are like Secretly dating since you're just a teacher) he's all nice and romantic to apologize?

YIPPEE I found another lee Russell lover! don't judge please I'm Australian so I have little concept of American education. I hope you like it.

Warnings: Lil angsty and implied sex

Be mean to me

Lee Russell x reader (well Christine sucks so she's not in this story)

Life was pretty peachy as a history teacher in North Jackson high school, you were stuck teaching from a range of boring topics to your either half asleep, barely listening or teacher pet students, except you were sleeping with the vice principal, Lee Russell. You couldn't resist that southern charm radiating off his tongue when he spoke those words on your first day as a teacher, in the parking lot.

"Mornin' Sweetheart, are you lost? The names Lee Russell, Vice principal of this very high school and you're way too fuckin' pretty to be a high school teacher."

After taking a good look at the lanky man who called himself the vice principal, you couldn't help yourself, and after promptly introducing you to your fellow teachers, he briskly walked you to the janitors closet where you both spent all morning. Obviously, you both knew this had to be kept a secret, boss and employee dating is a no-go, although that did not stop you both from being affectionate when no was watching, sharing a peck when you went to visit him at his office or the grasp of his hand on your thigh under the table at meetings or after work, where it was safe to be yourselves and you could lay together watching borderline cheesy romcom movies whilst Lee critiques his heart out.

You sighed contently as the bell for seventh period rang, the mingled voices of your 6th period ancient history class rushed out the door to their next useless class and you could finally relax and start lesson planning for the next 45 minutes. You let your hands run down your thighs, smoothing out your new dress (this but more teacher appropriate). You brought this specifically for Lee, you knew of his love for colours, hence his usually eccentric clothing choices, you knew he'd love the pattern on you. You couldn't help but smile giddily and walk out of the classroom, you knew you could easily finish the planning later and you'd rather spend the last of the school day with Lee.

You swiftly walked down the hall to administration, smiled sweetly at Swift, because you knew how rude Gamby was to her for no reason, and she didn't deserve that, like Gamby seriously needs a reality check in your opinion.

"Afternoon Miss Swift, I hope you're doing alright and Gamby isn't giving you a hard time, I was hoping to see Mr. Russell, I had to discuss long service leave with him."

"Oh, thank you miss l/n, vice principal Gamby is albeit rude, but I think he's getting better, and of course let me get the door for you."

You knew she wasn't stupid, and you assumed she knew about you and Lee secretly dating, but it was better to come up with an excuse and be safe rather than sorry. Smith quickly opened to door and shut it behind you.

"Well, hello there honey, I was expecting you- and what's this? isn't this a pretty thing?"

He shot up from his desk chair and sauntered over to where you stood, he placed his hands on your waist and whispered in your ear.

"I can't wait to rip that off you gir-"

Suddenly the door swung open, and Lee jumped away from you, 'of course Neal Gamby, you had to come fuck everything up." you thought to yourself, now awkwardly fiddling with the hem of your dress.

"Russell. We need to talk. Why the hell are you here Miss. l/n? I thought Wednesday 7th period was your planning lesson."

Before you could reply to Gamby, Lee interjected,

"Exactly, Scram Miss l/n, I don't need nor want you here, I have better shit to do, plus what the fuck are you wearing? you look like a fuckin mess, pick a goddamn colour."

Your heart sank, an uncomfortable tightness sat in your chest as your face flushed in embarrassment. You knew Lee being a dick to you was only a ruse to throw off other teachers and admin but, fuck it hurt, it hurt so much to have him speak to you in that way. You nodded your head and headed to the door,

"Open or closed Mr. Russell?"

Gamby responded for him, responding in a curt 'Closed.' leaving you to silently shut the door behind you. You walked out of the administration office before your eyes welled with tears, but you waited until you reached your classroom until you broke, sobbing quietly at your desk. You just wished you and Lee could act like a couple instead of the cold shoulder act he'd be giving you. With the mixed signals and nausea swirling through your brain, you grabbed your left-over paperwork and bag before leaving. Usually, you and Lee would leave at the same time, but you couldn't bear to see him at the moment, all your hard work, making yourself pretty for him and resulting in him publicly humiliating you was just too much.

The short drive home eased you a little but when you had to walk up those steps of your shared home, it just brought back that sickly tension. You unlocked the door and set your handbag down (another reminder of Lee since it was an anniversary gift). You kicked off your heels and headed upstairs to your shared bedroom. You didn't bother to change and slumped into bed, fresh tears coming to your eyes, you didn't care whether you were quiet or not, sobbing yourself till you couldn't keep your eyes open.

Lee's POV:

He regretted the words as soon as they came from his mouth. He saw the hurt on your face, and he felt his stomach twist into a tight knot. He hated being a dick to you, hated it so much he hated himself for doing it. He realised he went way too far this time with you, and he really didn't want to lose you and couldn't help but fidget with his hands whilst blatantly ignoring whatever bullshit Gamby was bitching about.

"Sorry Gamby but I gotta run, not like you'd know what that is though. We'll talk about Brown tomorrow, now get the fuck outta my office."

Neal sighed, muttered some regurgitated insult but ultimately left. Lee rushed to grab his belongings and ran out the door, Smith tried to ask where he was off to in a rush,

"Sir, you can't just leave! where are you even going???"

When he pulled into the driveway, 'Thank God' he thought as he saw your car parked there. He got out, left all his belongings in the car, not a care. You were more important; you were the most important thing in his life. He opened the door and called;

"Shut the fuck up Smith, I can leave whenever the fuck I want and its none of your business where I am going."

Smith squeaked a reply, but Lee was already down the hall, he went to your classroom and groaned when he noticed a lack of you and your belongings. He ran to the parking lot, got into his car as soon as he didn't saw your car, without a doubt it was always parked next to his. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white, he shakily exhaled, he knew he had fucked up and was hoping you were at home.

"Y/n baby, where are you? I'm so sorry about what I said."

The silence was nerve-racking, so after checking all the other rooms for you, he headed to the bedroom to check. There you were, peaceful and asleep, he couldn't have been happier. He walked across the room to the side to the bed you were facing, and sat gently on the bed, softly stroking your hair.

Your POV:

You slowly awoke out of a dreamless slumber to someone touching you. You flinched when you realised it was Lee, and you remembered everything that happened today. He felt your reaction and immediately pulled his hand away. He saw the tear streaks on your face and sighed,

"Y/n I am so fuckin' sorry; I should have never had said those hurtful things to you, you didn't deserve that, God, I don't deserve you. I didn't even mean them, I need you so much, and you do so much for me, and I take that shit for granted, please forgive me y/n, I love you."

You saw the raw emotion across his face and sat up, you could see the tears in his eyes, and you couldn't help but wipe the one away falling down his cheek with your thumb. You smiled softly and leaned into him,

"I forgive you Lee, and I love you so much. I don't think you meant it but what you said really fucking hurt, and this hiding our relationship is really hurting us, so please can we finally go public and not have to worry and hide anymore?"

"Thank you so much and fuck it! who gives a shit if you and I are together? whoever doesn't like it can suck my dick, I can't lose you honey."

You smiled, finally knowing you'd and Lee would finally be able to be yourselves without having hide and sneak around.

"You aren't losing me Lee; I wouldn't do that to you. Now kiss me, you idiot."

He didn't hesitate a second before crashing his lips into yours, your hands finding his neck before climbing into his lap. His hands sneaked around your waist bringing you even closer, you could feel his erection under you, and you couldn't help moaning into his mouth. He broke the kiss to whisper,

"Well now how about I make do of my promise from earlier?"

The End

I hope this was good! please leave comments or asks if you enjoyed :)

#vice principals #lee russell #neal gamby #walton goggins #cooper howard #lee russell x reader #cooper howard x reader

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tybaltsjuliet · 11 months

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Favourite pieces of Weird Girl media? That uquiz has me Thinking (along with that gothic heroine dress up game, might revisit the concept of a gothic romance I came up with some years back)

any and every alice in wonderland, of course! my all-time beloved.

so weird. this was a show that ran on disney channel in the ’90s. the protagonist, fiona, has paranormal adventures and encounters while traveling all over on her musician mom’s tour bus and writes about them on her fantastically ’90s webpage. fi is a True Believer and her family and friends largely think she’s a lunatic. her father died under Mysterious Paranormal Circumstances that haunt and vex her. this show made me who i am today and as my rewatch last fall can confirm - a lot of the scary stuff holds up!

speaking of cute and spooky disney Weird Girl properties: gravity falls and halloweentown. on any show besides GF i think mabel pines would have been a total joke, but the show loves her SO MUCH and SO DO I. (it helps, i think, that a lot of her was inspired by the creator ’s real-life sister.) halloweentown gets extra points from me for not being one of those annoying Magical World stories where the protagonist gets kicked back to her boring, ordinary life with extreme prejudice in the end.

pan’s labyrinth. for the most discerning and sensitive Weird Girls, and those who also got into trouble for putting strange and occult items around the house as a child.

coraline. ESPECIALLY the book. the movie is cute and fine but has absolutely nothing on the book for spookiness and strangeness.

labyrinth. a classic, obviously.

the secret garden. give a listen to the marsha norman and lucy simon musical adaptation, too, which comes not only with all of the Weird Girl delights of the novel - “the girl i mean to be” is a Weird Girl anthem - but bonus Tragic Gothic Romance for the adult characters!

emily of new moon. i know that anne shirley is many people’s go-to LMM-written Weird Girl. these are people who have not yet met emily byrd starr.

true grit. the 2010 one. now, mattie ross is a little different to the others on this list, but this American West subspecies of Weird Girl checks out.

a series of unfortunate events. another one i do not see cited often as Weird Girl media, which is a slight on everything violet and sunny (and isadora and fiona, for that matter) have done for us.

and a few honorable mentions for Weird Girls who are slightly older than the typical and/or not main characters of their media, but nevertheless were formative and inspirational to me as a Weird Girl-Child:

christine daaé; katrina van tassel in the tim burton sleepy hollow; and luna lovegood who deserved better even before HP went radioactive.

#;ask me your questions and get some answers.

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simplegenius042 · 5 months

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What's at your OC's core? Quiz

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton

Tagging @shallow-gravy @strangefable @strafethesesinners @direwombat @derelictheretic @voidika @onehornedbeast @josephslittledeputy @g0dspeeed @carlosoliveiraa @cassietrn @chazz-anova @ladyoriza @adelaidedrubman @deputyash @purplehairsecretlair @corvosattano @ec-10 @inafieldofdaisies @minilev @nightbloodbix @neverthesameneveranother @vampireninjabunnies-blog @wrathfulrook @thewanderer-000 @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @snake-in-the-garden @henbased and @fourlittleseedlings + anyone else who wants to join.

You can find the quiz here. Results below.

Joaquin Cobalt (The UnTitledverse)

Honestly this describes Joaquin's core character almost perfectly. Due to being classified as a Balancer, the multiverse unfortunately revolves around him, even when he'd rather it not. Though his status of "supposed to be non-existent" also means the multiverse is trying to "correct" its mistake and get rid of him. Joaquin doesn't even know he's running from his past opposition as he didn't think he had much of a past to begin with, so yeah, he is at a disadvantage. Though there's nothing here about his protection over his friend nor his lack of mercy over his enemies, which is slightly disappointing.

Silva Omar (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles)

Geez... this result actually holds a lot more merit to it than I expected. Silva is a mentor in a way, and becomes a more personal one to Azriel and Mercy. Her whole arc is about whether she'll continue her brutality and black-and-white view on the world or soften up and find the grey in the middle, understand it better. Show some mercy to those who deserve it. There's also the "reincarnation" thing... becoming smarter and quicker as each life resets. In a way that's how the Third Eye works... while Silva doesn't entirely know it, in each world she is "reborn" in, her Third Eye installs subconscious memories of her past lives to make her instincts quicker.

Haoyu Anabuki (Life, Despair & Monsters)

The problem with Haoyu is that they were solely focused on finding their long-lost half-sister they only focus on that one goal and ignore everything else. Well... at least they try to, but the guilt of not helping others when they have the power to do so pushes them to go on ahead and do just that. Haoyu has seen so much general and cosmic horror for someone who really should be in, like, university at that point.

Marissa "Ress" Bishop (A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, a Fallout fanfic series)

It's not that Ress isn't genuine in her emotions. Not at all... in fact that's mostly thanks to her half-human side. However, she has extreme difficulty with understanding emotions and extending that kind of support to others. She's also extremely powerful thanks to the magic on her non-human side. It also sucks that the first people she connected with (Amata and the Lone Wanderer) were the first people she cared for that died. She closes herself off to other companions, and becomes more distant with each new loss (her brother, mother, Charon, Raul, Christine, etc) . Eventually by the events of Fallout 4 she comes across as a bit of an asshole, and thinks every negative thing about herself is well deserved.

Crawford Klaus (The UnTitledverse and Far Cry The Silver Chronicles)

A self-absorbed and careless pharmaceutical tycoon, Crawford would sell out anyone just to save his own skin and keep the status quo of him in power at peace. Even if it means drugging a British town stuck in a 1940s mindset and might be a cult, to test out knew strains of medicine and whatnot even if those people die in the process. Alexander Khaos hates this man with a burning passion, and is regretful he didn't kill the dick when he had the chance. How pleasantly unfortunate that Mr. Klaus gets the attention of the ICA and the ire of the infamous hitmen; Agent 47 and "the Cleaner" aka Albert Paczkowski.

#the untitledverse #oc: joaquin cobalt #far cry the silver chronicles #oc: silva omar #life despair & monsters #oc: haoyu anabuki #a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #fallout oc #oc: marissa “ress” bishop #oc: crawford klaus #oc quiz

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irradiatedrosegarden · 22 days

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its really great to see someone on here whose so passionate abt dead money!! i would love to hear about daisy and their relationship to the other collars! (also, i really love how you draw christine, she is delightfully teensy tiny)

YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING, I WOULD BE SO HAPPY TO EXPLAIN :D

The entire situation of being stuck in the Sierra Madre and forced to cooperate was a special kind of awful for Daisy, what with her being the type of person who does not trust other people (not at all quickly, at least). She likes being in control, and absolutely hates feeling like her life is in the hands (or, *ahem*, around the neck) of anyone else, which makes for a very interesting situation with some very interesting dynamics with the others collars!

Daisy and Dean:

Their relationship is something of an unstable equality, where they both hold the upper hand (and both want to hold the upper hand), until they don't. They could each beat the other easily, Dean with smarts, Daisy with strength, and they each know it, and it's something about that shared capacity for ruthlessness (the ability for each of them to fight with teeth and claws and come out on top; there's no clear winner between them, it could go either way) that enables them to actually get pretty close. (and like, really close at one specific point in an abandoned convenience store, if you catch my drift.) Between the two of them, Dean is the one in the so-called "leader" position, calling the shots whenever they're doing things side-by-side, although look any closer than face value and it becomes clear how much he relies on Daisy's strength, selflessness, and general know-how. Dean will let her take point more often than not, let her charge ahead and do the dangerous things, the scary things, the hard things, that he will then take most of the credit for (she doesn't mind too much, luckily). They're kind of like,, y'know, a rich guy and his big ol' guard dog that he keeps on a short leash and claims the reason it's so short is because he needs to keep her under control, that it's a reminder that he's in charge, he's the one who owns her (metaphorically), but in reality it's so short because A) he finds comfort in her being so close, able to protect him at arms' length, and B) she is really who's leading. not him.

He also refers to her as "Miss Daisy" more often than not, which is kind of cute. She calls him "babydoll."

Daisy and Dog/God:

Daisy meets God twice, once in the police station and again in the kitchen, and both times, they absolutely hate each other. No camaraderie between them, nor was there ever any potential.

Daisy and Dog, however, end up caring for each other. A lot. They become fiercely protective over each other, quickly realizing "oh hey I would die for this person actually" and each putting in the extra effort to make sure the other has what they need. Daisy goes out of her way to keep Dog fed, to reassure him that he's doing well, everything's going fine. In return, Dog keeps an eye out for the things he realizes Daisy is afraid of (BUT IMPORTANT CHARACTER NOTE FOR DAISY, admitting fear is something she never, ever does. Ever.). Dog will use himself as a shield for Daisy (if need be), and does his best to steer her away from the darker areas of the Villa, or from more cramped, enclosed spaces or pathways (she has claustrophobia). He tends to scout ahead when they're traveling together, reporting back to Daisy with things like "Small space ahead" or "Ghosts that way," so they can take a different route (even if they could theoretically kill ghosts together with relative ease, ghosts are scary, dude).

Daisy has a lot of sympathy for Dog. For a good chunk of her time in the Sierra Madre, he acts as an anchor, reminding her she's not here (or shouldn't be here) for the gold. She's here to cooperate until she can get the hell out of here, and take Dog with her. He deserves better than what the Sierra Madre has handed him.

(no spoilers bc I'm writing a whole fic about Daisy's time in the Madre, but . . . . things don't end up going well for her and Dog; something she ends up regretting so much, and so deeply, she attempts to drink the cloud kiss (poison), which (fortunately) doesn't end up killing her.)

Daisy and Christine:

These two end up trusting one another more than anyone trusts anyone else, due to several factors, most having to do with their inexplicable shared experiences (having gone to the Big Empty and gotten their brains messed with, being the only two human women, both knowing and being very close with Veronica[!!][although it is a purely platonic, sisterly relationship with Daisy; we all know that was very much not the case with Christine and Veronica <3]). They both adapt to the other very quickly, and get really good at watching each others' backs while they do their things in the Villa. They have a pretty significant barrier between them, though, with Christine not being able to speak, and Daisy . . . really not being able to understand her, for the most part (low perception and very low intelligence), but those walls fall down once they reach the casino and Christine is able to speak and explain things in a way Daisy understands.

very important note as well, Daisy understands immediately that Christine wouldn't want to go in the elevator at her switching station to do all her work manually (tiny cramped room, noises like an Auto-Doc, no. way.). Forcing Christine into the elevator was never even an option; Daisy has claustrophobia, she doesn't want to be stuck in any tiny-ass room with barely any leg room. Christine appreciates this. :)

i love talking about characters and dead money this is so fabulous, thank you for your ask <33333

#if anyone has any other questions please ask!! i love to answer!!! :D #RAAAAA DEAD MONEY MAKES ME SO CRAZY /VERY POSITIVE #so much more i couldve touched on (like the shift in dynamics once they enter the casino environment rather than the villa)#but i felt like this was getting really long lol #I LOVE TO TALK AND I LOVE TO WRITE #YAYYY #dead money #new vegas #daisy correa #dean domino #dog/god #christine royce #courier six #fallout headcanons #irradiated writing #headcanons #oh oh oh p.s. daisy calls christine “sugar” and “love” (platonically)#and dog “baby” but like. in the tone you might use for a small child #she also calls dean “pretty boy”

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anabdaniels · 7 months

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Ana's Masterlist

Warning: I write SFW and NSFW, so, please, pay attention to warnings and rating. If you're a minor, I don't get any responsibility if you decide to read anything unappropriated for your age.

Who I write for? Agent Whiskey. I'd like to write for Joel Miller, Javier Peña and Frankie Morales, but I don't think I have the skills for it.

Things that are not of my business (which means I'll not write them even if my life depends on it: Spanking, edgeplay, protected sex, reverse cowgirl, doggy style (unless we're talking about pegging), deepthroat (yes, I'm a vanilla b*tch about some specific subjects 😂).

DM's and requests are always opened. Feedbacks are more than welcome.

List of stories:

Series:

Cowboytober (Kinktober 2023)

Flufftober 2023 with Agent Whiskey

Piece by piece After being intentionally placed sitting side by side in a bar by their friends, Jack and Ana realized they have more affinity than they expected. Tastes align in multiple things; both are passionate about animals; and both like the idea of living on a ranch surrounded by animals, furthermore, at the end of the day, there are open wounds that only someone who has been through something similar can understand.

Cowboycember A series of pre-Christmas stories with dear cowboy Jack.

Angel of Music- Theater AU After almost 25 years in theater, your favorite actor, co-star, and friend Jack Daniels decided to retire. Your last work together will be The Phantom of The Opera and, taking your role as Christine way too far, you're not ready to let your angel of music go.

One-shots:

Agent Whiskey's NSFW alphabet.

Agent Whiskey's SFW alphabet.

It's not too late for a goodnight kiss Agent Whiskey comes home late just to find his wife and daughter missing him.

As long as you hold my hand After a hard day, you met Jack at the bar, and he ends up surprising you positively.

How much does devotion weigh? Your thoughts about your husband's appearance end up on a good morning sex or Jack became chubby after retiring from Statesman and reader is obsessed with it.

A taste of what you asked for Jack decides to prove you that not only his mustache can have a porn vibe.

Rodeo prizes After meet Jack and Joel, you couldn't resist the idea of get into their bed.

So fitting for happily ever after You got jealous because of a past situation with his secretary, so Jack makes sure to calm you down aka Jack eats reader on his office desk.

A cozy little life You're enjoying your housewife life and your happiness makes Jack happy too.

The time for being sad is over Convinced that there's no better future for you, Jack turns out to be your light in a life of darkness.

So, rockabye, baby You and Jack being happy and having 4 babies aka dear cowboy having the big happy family he deserved.

Everything I post here will probably also be posted on my AO3.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey fic #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #jack daniels #jack whiskey daniels #Kingsman: the golden circle #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedrostories

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madreemeritus · 9 months

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「Comfort」

(Erik/Christine - fluffly, Erik is sick and Christine will take care of him)

You can imagine any version for Erik and Christine <3 poor sewer goblin got sick and will recieve treatments because he deserves it 🙏🏼

Erik woke up feeling a strange, uncomfortable cold scratching his body. It wasn't like a morning breeze, but something that ran down his body, like sweat. He felt pain in his legs, a dry throat and an unbearable tiredness in his body… oh, great, he was feverish. He hadn't been sick for a long time, a contrast to his life before the Opera, where the unsanitary nature of his prisons caused constant fevers and flu. He considered himself lucky for not having died or become infected with some deadly bacteria, perhaps a relief that the Universe provided him. But anyway, that feeling was horrible… he never received care for being sick. He was always thrown into the corner and forgotten as he agonized in pain.

But now it was different. Christine was with him in the underground house, and had clearly been awake for some time. Erik heard the noise of footsteps and pans coming from the kitchen, along with the light on that reflected a little under his bedroom door. He struggles to get up, grunting in pain, and merely stands while trying to balance himself. After a long sigh, he heads to the bathroom to do his morning hygiene.

It was almost 1 PM, Christine was worried about her teacher who wouldn't get out of bed. He had complained of slight dizziness the day before, which worried her. Maybe the feeling had gotten worse: and she was right. Christine looks for Erik and finds him slowly leaving the bathroom, bewildered. She walks over and holds him, feeling him sway weakly.

— Good morning – she said – Is everything okay?

— No… I have a fever.

— Oh... I'll make you some tea.

— It's not necessary, Christine. – he moves away from her and sits on the bed – I’m just going to lie down and wait until–

— No sir! – she interrupted him – I will take care of you, stop being stubborn. Lay there and cover yourself.

— I-I don’t want to be a burden… – he replied, apprehensively.

— You are not a burden; you're sick and you need care. – She placed a warm kiss on his cheek.

Christine waited for him to lie down and wrapped him in the covers, watching him curl up and hug the fabric like a puppy looking for shelter. As tempting and inviting as the sight of Erik wrapped in blankets was, his health was more important at that moment. The soprano ran to the kitchen and grabbed some garlic cloves to prepare tea. "A soup would help him too," she thought. Christine had a vast knowledge of nursing due to her upbringing with Madame Valérius before becoming a chorus girl, and now she could apply that knowledge to the man she loved.

It didn't take long for the medicine to be ready. Christine took the garlic tea to Maestro, who was almost asleep in bed – poor thing, so tired. She slowly sat down next to him and stroked his face, watching his eyes slowly open.

— Drink this tea, you'll get better soon. – She helped him sit on the bed and brought the cup to his mouth.

Erik drank the entire tea in a matter of seconds, he was still drowsy, but he couldn't deny such kindness from his loved one. After finishing tea, he pulled the pillows to the head of the bed and remained sitting, leaning on the pillows and covering himself up to his shoulders. Christine caressed him again and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

— I'll make you some soup, yes? A very warm and tasty one. – She smelled the curve of his neck and placed soft kisses on that skin.

Erik didn't respond, just smiled and gasped, curling up between the pillows again. Being alone in the room again, Erik almost dreamed again. It was an inexplicably good feeling, being taken care of by someone. As sick as he was, he couldn't feel more comfortable; His health mattered. Someone valued his well-being. Someone wanted to see him well and was trying hard to make him better. The feeling of being sick, weak and left out in the cold or forced to work had been forgotten completely.

He couldn't say how long he remained reflecting in bed, he was too drowsy to pay attention to the time – it seemed like mere seconds of empty thoughts and some strange dream slowly happening. Until he jumped in fright again when he felt Christine's presence in front of him.

— Hmm – he murmured as he reached out and took the bowl she was holding – Thank you.

— No need to thank me – she sat next to him, being careful not to shake the bed – It's chicken and mushroom soup, just how you like it.

— I hope you made more… – said Erik, inhaling the salty and delicious smell of the soup – it's not fair that I eat it all and you have nothing.

— It's alright, I cooked enough for both of us. Drink all of this and I'll give you a massage.

Erik drank the soup carefully, blowing on it constantly so as not to burn his tongue. As much as he knew how to survive on his own resources, it was undeniable that Christine was an excellent cook. Everything she did seemed to have a special touch from her hands, like a magical power directed only for his well-being. It was all he could ask for. After finishing the soup and chewing the remaining meat and small mushrooms, Erik placed the bowl on the dresser next to the bed and lay down again. Christine hugged him from behind.

— Where does it hurt most? - she asked.

— My throat throbs a little…

— The garlic tea will solve that. I mean the rest of the body.

— Oh. Well, my legs... feel like they've been crushed by some carriage.

Christine moved her hands to Erik's thighs and shins, massaging them slowly. She placed wet kisses on his shoulder as she did so. Although she squeezed his legs hardly, the muscles relaxed and the pain eased considerably. Feeling him light and warm in her arms, it didn't take long for Christine to fall asleep alongside him.

#erik is the little spoon and christine is the big spoon #the phantom of the opera #erik #art #poto #gothic #gothic literature #gaston leroux #christine daaé #my writing #e/c #erik/christine #fanfiction

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h0n3yk1tt3n · 3 months

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🐝 i wonder if you ever think of me

P,,puppylove,,, particularly brooke-centric coming to terms with how the best relationship she had was a lie,,,

Now it would start with Brooke noticing Jeremy for the first time pre-canon (freshman year, gonna rb the vid i have of this later) and being like huh. He's kinda cute ngl. She doesn't really do anything about it bc Jeremy is never Not with Michael and Chloe usually takes her attention away anyway, so the most she really does is look on from afar throughout the years.

She doesn't think a whole lot of him. She doesn't even know him beyond fleeting glances from across hallways and classrooms. He's really just That One Kid She Recognizes. She accepts that they'll never really cross paths until she meets him at the mall for BMC Pt. 1 and.. hey, he's actually talking to her and not Chloe.. that's really cool..

We get our getting together via eminems death stuff, a look into what they looked like as a couple pre-halloween, and it seems like everything's going great! Chloe seems kinda pissy, but that's probably because of Jake dating Christine, and Jeremy hasn't really been sparing Chloe any second glances. It looks like Brooke's love life is finally looking up! Someone actually likes her for her and not for her best friend!

...but it couldn't last. Of course it couldn't.

Naturally she figures out later that Jeremy didn't actually sleep with Chloe, but she also remembers enough flashes of The Play (and gathers from the brief moment when all the squips were linked) to know that Jeremy actually had eyes for Christine. Not Chloe, so, small victory there, but not exactly better.

Whether jeremy and christine actually get together isnt the point, but Jeremy and Brooke do eventually talk about their relationship, and if anything about it was actually real. Any little speck. Brooke has done all this thinking about Jeremy, but did Jeremy ever think of her? Even if he had other romantic interests in mind, did he think of her at all?

Jeremy didn't have a bad time dating her. The only thing he really regretted was that it wasn't genuine. It wasn't what Brooke deserved. He apologizes, because of course he does, and wishes that he could give her the relationship she actually deserves. But he can't. It wasn't the real me. There's someone else. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for giving you the best thing that wasn't real.

And it hurts. It hurts a lot. But in a way, it's a little comforting that Jeremy is thinking about her and her happiness. He can't give her what she wants, but he still wants her to have it. Wishes for her to have the real version of what he was mechanically told to give her. She still has his friendship, and that's almost as good.

#asks #mj says shit #have i mentioned this premise before?? i genuinely dont remember #but OUGH the tragedy of their relationship. it was so beautiful and perfect yet so dreadfully fake #be more chill #jeremy heere #brooke lohst #puppylove #writing

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walkingstackofbooks · 7 months

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SNW 2x07 Those Old Scientists thought-stream

[24 July]

Ayyyyy! Boimler!!

"Yeah, Uhura was cool as hell. Probably because she had a life outside of work." Hah, nooope, not if last week was any indication!

You should listen to Tendi on this one... don't partcipate in Orion erasure, Boims 😬

Boimler's Spock impression was actually better than the crew's Vulcan ones from a few weeks ago!

"I wish I could disappoint Uhura." XD

"You guys look.... very realistic." Oh, you

Oooooh! Animated opening scene! Oooooh!

Directed by Jonathan Frakes?! Nice!

"But flipping it open's the best part." I mean you're not wrong

"Worf's honour" oh my goodness I cannot with this show

"Don't make any attachments" ohhhhhh, La'aaan 💔 "It's advice from personal experience." MY HEART CANNOT

"They never improved on these. I mean, yeah, they got smaller and more powerful and arguably less likely to explode, but design-wise?" "Explode, you said?" BOIMLER STOP

"Well, it's kind of considered offensive in my time to assume all Orions are pirates." Goodie <3

"I feel like I'm trying to stop a toddler from knocking over the furniture." XD

"Do you have jetpacks or what?" "We have jetpacks now."

"How do you know Pike's birthday?" "Well, I mean, in the future, his birthday's a holiday.... Crap! Crap. Crap." Hehehehehe

Close up on Spock's smile XD Yeah, you're damn right it's weird. Every time it happened in TOS it was deeply strange

"He'll get back to his, like, real serious self soon?" Oh Christine....

"We can't just not look!" I love this episode, really a lot

"Patience, forgiveness, benevolence... really great hair." XD

"Five to beam back." Pike's so done with this who thing, isn't he?

If Boimler is bad, Mariner will be even worse XD Boimler's just incompetent - Mariner won't care about flaunting time travel laws

"Stuck in San Fransisco in middle of a riot." Very specific. Do people now know Sisko pretended to be Gabriel Bell?

"I really want to say no, but how much more damage can you do at this point?"

"Are you familiar with Starfleet break codes?"

"Erica, you're brilliant!" "I am true why?"

"They had a Trelane thing." TOS REFERENCE

"And I never get caught." "What are you doing?" The comedic timing of this episode is so on point.

The fact the the two are being reprimanded by Pike while he's cooking cooking XD

"I love grapplers."

It's so cute everyone freaking out about the NX-01 :3

"Are we sounding like.. them?"

"Ad Astra per Aspera." "They put that on the poster?" My heart!!! Una you deserve this! "Your flagrant disregard for temporal protocols by telling me this is deeply troubling" Hah! Of course she has to cover up her emotions like that :3

"Live long and prosper." :o :o :o

The Orion scientist saying "That's all I've ever wanted" is everything.

The animated SNW crew is a real nice touch at the end :3

That was so much fun, guys. So funny too, I really loved it!

#SNW 2x7 #SNW Those Old Scientists #andi watches snw #Or did watch anyway #Months ago XD #Boy I have so many drafts to go through #The trouble is I never want to pause the episode much to write down my whole thought #So then I have to decipher my hastily-scribbled and thoroughly-autocorrected notes XD #And that's been way too much effort with the new job XD #Anyway #maybe here we go today?#WSB

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in another life | stephen strange x fem!reader

in which Y/N and Stephen break up a week before the blip, and when he comes back, he learns that not everything was the same as it was.

warnings: first time writing angst. stephen’s an ass. overuse of exclamation points. very bad description of new york. will have a part two.

2018

“You always do this, Stephen! You say you’ve moved on from her and do not care about her any more! But when we’re together it’s always ‘Christine used to do this’ or ‘Christine would not have done that’! I’m so sick and tired of being your second option Stephen!”

“You don’t understand, Y/N! She was a huge part of my life! What am I supposed to do? Just forget about her?”

Y/N and Stephen were fighting about this again. Y/N saw him looking at that stupid watch, longingly. She was not stupid, she knew that Stephen still loved the woman.

“I did not say that, Stephen! All I want is for a little appreciation, once in a while! I’m your girlfriend for fuck’s sake, Stephen! It doesn’t feel like it!”

“You are just fucking insecure, Y/N! Your projecting your pitiful feelings to Christine just because you think you are not good enough!”

“I think we should just end this relationship, Stephen. You are clearly still in love with her and I deserve better than this.”

“Whatever, Y/N,” Stephen said as he started walking away towards the library.

Stephen knew that what he was doing to Y/N was the same thing that he done to Christine before. But instead of apologizing, he went straight to the library. He was sure that whatever he and Y/N were going through at that moment, they will be able to get over. He stayed there studying until eventually, he fell asleep.

When Stephen was already out of sight, she ran towards the bedroom. She grabbed all of her belongings and shoved them inside two huge suitcases. When Y/N was done and was ready to open a portal to the nearest hotel room to plan for her next move, she heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N? You here? I heard you and Strange screaming earlier?” It was Wong.

She opened the door and his eyes immediately darted to the two suitcases, “You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Stephen and I have ended our relationship. There is no point for me to stay here. I’ll keep in touch with you. Good bye, Wong,” Y/N replied as she hugged the man.

She open a portal and lugged the two suitcases along. Once she passed through, the portal closed. Leaving Wong all alone in the once shared bedroom of Stephen and Y/N.

༺༻

Stephen woke up hours later with an empty feeling. He remembered the fight between him and Y/N. He decided to leave the library to go to their bedroom, ready to apologize and for Y/N to take him back again, like she usually did in their fights.

When he got to the bedroom, he was confused on why the bedroom seemed empty. The bed was cold and hasn’t been slept. He looked at the closet and found that Y/N’s belongings were missing. He looked in the drawers, the bathroom, and even in the hallway to see if he can find a clue on where Y/N went.

He spent 15 minutes looking around the Sanctum for Y/N before shouting, “Y/N?! Where are you?! This is not funny anymore!”

“She gone.”

“What? What did you say, Wong?”

“She’s gone. She left last night. She said that the two of you ended your relationship,” Wong explained.

It seemed that Stephen’s world crumbled. The only good to remaining in his life was gone, and it was his fault. Again. He could not stop the tears from his eyes as he leaned against the nearest wall.

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Y/N managed to stay in a hotel nearby. She has been staying there for over a week already as she was preparing for an interview to move to London. She cannot bear to stay in New York since everything reminds her of Stephen.

As she was going outside the hotel she saw that there was so much commotion happening. She was looking around when she saw a familiar red cloak flying being chased by a weird gray man.

“Stephen?!”

She suddenly saw Spiderman following Stephen through New York before he got hit by something.

“What the fuck is going on?”

A portal suddenly opened beside her and Wong suddenly appeared beside her.

“Thanos is trying to get the time stone from Stephen.”

“What? Who’s Thanos?”

“Come on. Let’s go to the Sanctum. I’ll explain.”

Wong opened a portal and the two stepped in.

After a few grueling few hours, Wong explained who the hell Thanos was and what did he want from Stephen.

Y/N fell asleep as she was trying to think of a way to get to Stephen. When she woke up, Wong was missing.

She was confused until she went outside of the Sanctum. She saw people crying and when she asked what was going on, she was met with more crying and they said that people just started to vanish.

Y/N immediately thought of Stephen as she wondered if he was also part of the people who disappeared. She felt defeated. First their breakup and now this. She just returned to the Sanctum and just hoped that Stephen would come back. Where ever he is.

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Hello! It's been a while. I wasn't missed, I'm sure... and yet here I am once again.

So, I've had my Boygenius tattoo for months and I recently realised that I never explained the symbolisms behind it. Shame on me. Time to fix this!

The tattoo:

The idea behind it:

When I started thinking of a Boygenius inspired tattoo, the only clear thing about it was what I wanted from it. And what I wanted was to honor them and their friendship, but also my own relationships. The three cups were immediately chosen as the best vessel to convey this idea. But I didn't want it to be all. I wanted songs references and a way to show what friendship is to me. Hence, the symbols in the cups!

The first cup:

The first cup is obviously very Me & My Dog and Phoebe inspired. We have moon, stars and a spaceship. All of these elements bring me back to some amazing people in my life and to my wonderful dogs. It's also a throwback to one of my favourite Boygenius interviews, the one with Pitchfork where Lucy made Julien and Phoebe laugh by talking about outer space. Moon Song was also a clear reference as well as my favourite Phoebe song, Chinese Satellite, Emily I'm Sorry, We're in Love and Letter To An Poet. But I must admit that Graceland Too started it all.

This cup is the one encapsulating sadness the most. There's grief and there's bitterness, with a tiny bit of melancholy. On this cup, the others stand.

The second cup:

I'm extremely fond of it. This is where everything begins in this tattoo. Sadness and hope rule. This cup is very Julien. A moth stands close to a light bulb (Turn Out The Lights, Brittle Boned, Happy To Be Here, Leonard Cohen and Bite The Hand reference), reminding us of Favor. An hand comes out of the cup or sinks in it, giving Stay Down and Anti - Curse (my favourite Boygenius songs) vibes, along with Phoebe's Funeral and Lucy's Triple Dog Dare allusions. Trying to save itself, the hand grabs the third cup, throwing all the cups off balance and pours its special water on them as well as on itself.

This cup's main theme is the light or the possibility of seeing hope, even in the darkest of times. There's drowning and suicidal ideation, along with sadness... but there's also swimming back and accepting love, even when you feel like you don't deserve it.

The third cup:

This third cup is very Lucy. The heart, the hummingbird and the pink carnation are all clear allusions to We're in Love, with a touch of Kissing Lessons, Trust, Televangelist and Please Stay, while the pen is a mention to the latter and to Letter To An Old Poet and a little nod to Lucy's love for journaling and my own love for books and writing. Last but not least... the water. Water is a recurrent theme in the Boys' writing and gives meaning to the whole tattoo, showing hints of True Blue, Stay Down, Anti - Curse, Triple Dog Dare and Christine.

This third cup is a testament to love and friendship, showing off a lot of the symbols that Lucy especially has devoted to it, like the pen that reminds me of books and in particular the books on Julien's shelf. Or the carnation, whose colour was decided by both her and Phoebe.

The whole meaning behind it:

The tattoo in itself is my way to say: "I love you. You mean the world to me" to my friends. There's this sadness on which I stand (the first cup), but there's also a deep love for my chosen family that makes me want to try to swim back (the second cup), because their love can make things better. Which is why the hand has decided to reach the third cup and use that water (where symbols of love have been) to bless the other two cups, trying to bring relief to their contents.

In other words, as my tattoo states, my friends to me are "An incantation like an anti - curse/ Or even a blessing".

#boygenius #julien baker #lucy dacus #phoebe bridgers #i love them #tattoos #tattoo #boygenius tattoo #friends #friendship #music

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strange-dreams-are-made-of-these · 2 years

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I can't seem to get him out of my head recently, and with the wonderful suggestion from @ironstrange1991, I would like to present to you some headcanons I have on Supreme Strange/838-Strange with the gn!reader.

He has kept most of the people in his life at arms distance after becoming the sorcerer supreme. He was still close with Christine, but their relationship was never the same after his accident.

When Stephen created the Illuminati with Reed Richards, he knew that they had to be selective when it came to the people that would be working in the building. Not only were doctors, scientists, and engineers needed; they also needed people to work on the clerical side of the business.

Stephen, Reed, Peggy, Maria, Blackagar, and Charles were always busy with superhero duties and projects within the Illuminati. It was Susan Richards' idea to interview and pick assistants for the team.

Susan saw potential in you. She was a people person and was known for seeing right through people (She can turn invisible after all). She could tell that you were serious about your work, and your references were outstanding.

She put you with Stephen Strange, MD, and PH.D. Sorcerer Supreme.

The beginning of your partnership was rocky. He treated you as a glorified coffee runner and errand boy. One day, he had been harsh on you. Stephen was having an off day, and when you arrived to his office a minute late with his coffee he insulted you up one side and down the next.

You burst out in anger at him, yelling that you were the only one who put up with his demands and attitude. Nobody else would be willing to listen to his every complaint and not comment back, or how after all of these weeks you still showed up to work determined to make his day as smooth as possible.

After realizing what you had done, you left the building. You were too ashamed of yourself, having yelled at the most powerful being on the Earth over luke warm coffee and missed placed reports.

You never planned on going back to the Illuminati Headquarters until you realized you didn't clear your desk off before leaving. there were pictures there that were important to you along with an old knick-knack your aunt gave you when you were a child.

You returned the next day to the office, the normal time you would normally get there. You figured you would have at least ten minutes to get everything and leave before Stephen Strange would show up.

To your surprise, you found Stephen sitting in your office chair. There were two cups of coffee sitting on the desk, one with his name and the other with yours.

I've never been the most enjoyable person to work with. I want to apologize

You sat in the chair that faced your desk, Stephen remaining in your seat. The two of you conversed the entirety of the morning discussing how both of you had strengths and weaknesses the other had. The both of you slowly nursing the coffees.

After that explosion, the two of you seemed to be working better. In fact, Reed Richards had commented often to Stephen asking how he had a better assistant than he did.

Stephen would give you gifts on your birthday and for major holidays. He took note of what you liked, and stalked your social media to find any hobbies or interests of yours.

You always commented on how incredible the gifts were or how they were too nice to accept.

He would tell you how you deserved them. After all, you had to put up with his attitude and demanding schedule.

Your co-workers would stare at the two of you, and make remarks amongst themselves trying to figure out if you were just working for him or if you were also sleeping with him.

You didn't know about these comments until you attended a staff party. You went by yourself, joining the rest of the personal assistants. they were a good group of friends to have, it was the aids around the office that often stirred gossip.

They approached your group, a couple of them obviously drunk. "We know you're sleeping with Doctor Strange. You need to drop your act and give that position up to somebody who actually works and deserves that position."

You stared at the woman who approached the group. You didn't have to explain yourself to them, but you could not risk Stephen finding out your professional relationship with him had been a hot topic of gossip.

That was when you felt an all too familiar presence stand behind you. That and you say the fabric of his Cloak resting a few inches above the floor. "So what if we were sleeping together? Our productivity times and outcomes succeed those of Dr. Richards."

He watched as the woman's body language began to shrink, taking a step back toward her friends. "If I were you, i'd choose my next words very wisely."

The group ended up leaving, mumbling to themselves as the sulked back to the bar. You had turned around, seeing your friends had left. No doubt they left when Stephen came along, not many people tended to stay around when Stephen was there.

"That was nothing, I swear." You told him, hoping it did not make him upset.

He looked at you, briefly shaking his head. "They were bothering you, no need to apologize."

Stephen then asked you to leave with him, finding the staff party dull and lifeless. The two of you ended up at the Sanctum Sactorm where you had your own little party with Masters Mordo and Wong.

The next morning came, and you felt like you were hit by a bus. As your vision cleared up you realized you were not in your own bed. Looking to your side, you saw Stephen sound asleep. His bare chest was exposed, the both of you covered in a bed sheet. You spotted your clothes mixed in with his just past him on the floor.

Ah great, now those rumors were true.

#stephen strange #doctor strange #supreme strange #stephen strange headcanons #supreme strange headcanons

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hummingbird-of-light · 2 years

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Against All Odds

Part 49

McCoy

Classes couldn’t end soon enough. McCoy dropped his PADD and texts in his room and then went to find Christine. He had to know what she knew and how she had learned it. Weren’t they being careful enough?

He searched all over and finally found Christine on a bench near the back of campus.

“Hey,” she greeted him.

“How do you know?” He got right to the point.

Christine’s grin faded. “First, if you’re just playing with his heart I’ll tell everyone. You don’t get to come in here, thinking you’re a prince and better than us and mess with someone’s heart knowing you can’t ever actually be with them. And trying to keep it a secret? Sneaking around?” She shook her head.

McCoy blinked at the sudden fierceness behind Christine’s words. Then his own anger boiled over.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m not playing games, or trying to conceal things because I’m a prince. I could care less about anyone's wealth or status. If you think me or my family are anything like Khan and his friends, you’re dead wrong.”

“Then why the sneaking and hiding?” Christine asked, still with a bite in her voice.

McCoy sighed and sank down onto the bench next to Christine.

“Because of people like Khan and Archer.”

“What do you mean?”

“Archer basically told Scotty to stay away from me because I’m a prince.”

Christine looked at him wide eyed. “Seriously?”

McCoy nodded.

“That’s bullshit,” Christine said vehemently. “Scotty’s one of the nicest, kindest, smartest people in this school. How dare Archer!”

“Christine… you aren’t going to tell, are you?”

“No. I was just worried about Scotty. I didn’t want him to get hurt.”

“I wouldn’t hurt him,” McCoy said softly. ‘Not on purpose.’

“How did you figure it out?” He had to know.

“Scotty’s been really upbeat since you came. Except one morning, but that must have been after Archer. You guys glance at each other in class when you think no one is looking. And every time you leave the lounge? You two are the only ones not around.”

McCoy stared at Christine. He had thought they were doing a good job being careful. He bent over and rested his face in his hands.

“I don’t think anyone else has noticed,” Christine offered.

He let out another sigh. Why couldn’t he just have a normal life. Christine ran a sympathetic hand over his back.

“I could help.”

“How?” McCoy sat back up and looked at her.

Christine shrugged.

“I could be a red herring. Everyone thinks it’s me and you, and won’t notice it’s really you and Scotty.”

McCoy’s eyes went wide. “You’d do that? Why?”

“Cause Scotty deserves something nice.”

“I… I’d have to ask him what he thinks.”

“Of course,” Christine said. “But the offer is there.” She shrugged again.

“Christine…”

“You have a good heart Leonard. I can tell. I just had to make sure.”

Part 50

Scotty

His talk with Pike had gone well. Apparently the man didn’t know anything about Leonard and him. He only wanted to talk about Scotty’s extraordinary performance in most subjects. Apparently his astrophysics teacher had actually been serious about talking to the headmaster. They had agreed on Scotty changing a few courses so that he could learn on a higher level.

For most of the day, he was still anxious though. What did Christine know? And how much did she know?

It was driving him nuts to be left in the dark, but eventually he got a message from Leonard.

*Meet me at my room?*

His heart was beating faster the moment his mind comprehend the words.

Leonard wanted to meet him… in his room.

He had rarely been to other rooms than his own. Keenser’s or Jim’s one or two times, but it wasn’t the usual way. Every guy stayed for himself.

So the Scotsman hesitated a moment before he send his reply. He would come as soon as everything was clear to go.

He waited until everyone was either outside or at the lounge before he sneaked through the corridors.

With a silent knock he announced his arrival and soon enough Leonard opened the door. He quickly pulled Scotty inside.

Scotty didn’t know what he had expected of the room. It belonged to a prince after all!

But contrary to his expectations, the room was only slightly bigger than Robbie’s and his own. There were some pictures on the nightstand showing the royal family. Spock’s side of the room didn’t look too different.

“So?” Scotty instantly asked, fear written all over his face.

Leonard knew exactly what he meant. He gently grabbed Scott’s arm and they moved over to the bed, sat down.

“Christine really knows about us. Apparently we weren’t careful enough. She connected the strings when she realized that both of us were missing from the lounge.”

Damn it! Scotty hadn’t thought about that.

“Will she tell anyone?”

Scotty knew Christine and trusted her with his bloody life, but… she was a very talkative person.

It calmed him when Leonard shook his head.

“No, she… even offered to help us. She is really protective of you, you know?”

Protective? Of him? Scotty hadn’t known that.

“She thought I was only playing with you. That I was going to break your heart.”

That was nonsense! Right? He only knew Leonard shortly but he knew that this was real.

“How… does she plan on helping us?”

Leonard explained that Christine had offered to play the happy couple with Leonard. Some students already thought that. And this way no one would suspect Scotty.

It was a good plan. But Scotty knew that it would hurt too. To see Leonard close to someone else. But… it wouldn’t be real. They’d be playing roles.

“Okay. Let’s do it like that.”

Archer wouldn’t know. Khan wouldn’t know. It was the best way to keep everything a secret. So Scotty agreed.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds #christine is a good friend

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january 19, 2024

I've been terrible about keeping up with this journal! At first, the time felt like it passed so slowly, and now I'm 20+4! Much of pregnancy is waiting, anyway.

Second trimester has been lovely so far! The exhaustion and nausea I was feeling has gone away, and I'm back to sewing. Due to my growing size, however, I'm dealing with some other symptoms — achy hips/back, and needing to use the bathroom constantly. Also I hate that I can hardly fit into my old clothes — jeans were out of the question months ago. I'm sewing myself a couple of skirts and dresses to help me feel more feminine and presentable; I've been wearing nothing but t-shirts, sweatshirts, leggings, and sneakers for weeks now. Also hoping the weather warms up soon; I thought being pregnant in winter would be nice because I could bundle up in my oversized wool sweaters, but I can't stand the feeling of wool now! And the bulkiness of sweaters makes me look fatter than ever. I'm really looking forward to springtime.

Some highlights from the last few weeks:

My OB panel came back great. So did the NIPT, and my carrier testing. No issues so far! Baby was confirmed to be a boy on the NIPT.

Rob and I got married on December 12 with our friends Johnny & Christine! It was very no-frills, the way I always wanted. :) We met up with our old coworker Karen (who is a notary) at Amavida Coffee, had coffee together, and signed our papers. Then, Rob and I went grocery shopping. It was a lovely day!

We announced to our families during Christmas Eve & Christmas Day, showing a picture of an ultrasound I had printed out. Everyone was so happy for me and has given me space, I don't know why I was nervous in the first place. We pulled my dad aside in the garage on Christmas and showed him the ultrasound and he started crying immediately (I've only seen my dad cry two other times in my life — at my cousin's funeral, and when I came home from college to visit for the first time) and told me he didn't think he had ever been so happy, and that he was so proud. I won't ever forget that moment. My mom was also so happy and started tearing up also. I was 17 weeks at that point!

I started feeling him move at 18 weeks, which was incredible. At first, it felt like slight twitching in my low abdomen, but I knew it was him, especially as it got stronger over the next two weeks. Now, I feel him moving every day! Rob was able to feel him kick through my belly last week.

We have our anatomy scan scheduled for next week, so I'm hoping that goes well. After the scan confirms everything is alright, I'll probably finally start buying baby things off my registry.

We're closing on our first house in a week and a half! I don't remember if I already wrote about this in a previous post or not, but we bought a house I had half-jokingly been bugging Rob about for a few weeks. It's so beautiful, I'm excited to get out of this apartment and finally have a home that belongs to us. We've been making so many plans for the landscaping and gardening that I can't wait to get started on. It'll be so nice for our dogs to finally have the yard they deserve, too.

I'm so grateful for Rob, he's really made all my dreams come true. Marriage, a baby, and now a home. He's supported all of my birth plans and decisions during this pregnancy, and has done everything he can to make this experience stress-free. He's already planned and budgeted for me being able to stay at home with our son, and is already seeking out higher-paying jobs (not that he needs one; we'd be doing fine on his current salary alone) so we can have this lifestyle with even more ease. I can't imagine doing any of this with anyone else; I truly don't think I could have picked a better husband, or father of my children. I love him so much. :)

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aith-art · 11 months

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Further rambles about Jules in fo4 across Phia and Dana's timelines.

Brotherhood of Steel adition

In both, Jules has a rocky relationship with the BoS. Being related to the original leader and then being a direct sibling of Arthur Maxson puts a lot of tension between her and the BoS.

In Dana's timeline, Jules is more cautious of them from word go. In the Captial wasteland, the woman who raised her (whom I am calling her mom though they are not biologically related) instilled a distrust for the Brotherhood in Jules from a young age. Jules is taught to work alongside them but not to trust them. This is due to his mom's Enclave background and the shady reasons that she has Jules in the first place. This distrust is made worse when Jules believes no effort is being made to try and save his mom, and they tell him the truth about his family.

By nv Jules is suspicious of the Brotherhood but trying to come to terms with the reality that she is a blood decendant of the original Maxson. When she littoral stumbles across the bos Bunker and gets the bomb collar straped to her, their mixed feelings begin to solidify in a dislike of the bos. They convince Veronica that leaving the bos is the best thing for her. When House orders Jules to destroy the bos she complies but it still hurts as she knows not everyone in there deserves death. The destruction of the bucket fractions Jules close friendship with Veronica and that isn't even slightly resolved until after dead money where Jules finds V and tells her everything - including about Christine cause why would they not tell V about her.

Their feelings towards the BoS don't get any better when they make it to the Commonwealth. When the Brotherhood arrive in fo4 Jules is arrested and brought before Maxson for questioning. He tries to bring her back into their ranks, but she outright refuses and is allowed to leave. As he leaves, he's warned that they are now under the supervision of the bos and could be dragged back whenever. When Dana starts 'picking up the slack' from having been running around the wasteland, Jules uncomfortably agrees to help her. After Dana has made it to the Institute, Jules is once again captured by the BoS, and Maxson threatens him into assisting the BoS. Jules basically says fuck that and dips at their fist chance. Going and completing a load of side quests. They're absent for bb, but when they find out what happened, all their hatred for the bos is solidified, and they stop caring. Post bb also sees Dana switch sides to the Railroad. When the Prydwen is destroyed, Jules is with Dana and feels remorseful for the extreme loss of life but doesn't really care about their destruction.

In contrast, in Phia's timeline, Jules is too young in fo3 to have her mom's ideology as instilled in her and so places more trust in the Brotherhood. She still gets disorientated when told the truth and that no rescue attempt would be made.

When they get to the Mojave, no I haven't worked out how just yet, they find the bos through Veronica and so don't have the step of mistrust. They help out the bos and David's plan for independent vegas means that Jules doesn't have to kill them all. They do all end up being killed by David when Jules is 16-17 as they attempt to take over Vegas - this is important.

When Jules makes it to fo4, word of the mojave chapters destruction has made it to the Easter chapter, and Jules return from the west places suspicion on them. When the bos make it to the Commonwealth, she is interrogated over this and states she knew nothing about it. Due to her lack of reason to be distrustful of the bos, he rejoins their ranks but finds themself butting heads with people over their hateful rhetoric. He does work on the side to help those who are hurt by the bos and before the destruction of the institute she officially leaves the bos and becomes a freelancer doing odd jobs for the minutemen, Valentine and Goodneighbor.

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