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raccoonfallsharder · 6 months

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Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟupdated 12/14

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 22/27 chapters | wip| word count: pending. ♡ check the masterlist for expected updates ♡ ♡ see the "holiday special" ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ [new 12/5] ♡

girl falls first; racoon falls harder.

He has no intention of moving, though. Maybe not ever. Over the last few dozen cycles, he’d gotten used to her nighttime touches, her casual half-unconscious cuddles and the embraces he pretended not to notice. He’d gotten used to just staying in her arms when he’d wake up first and she’d had him all bundled up against her. But this is the first time he’s let himself be held with any intention since— Since napping with Floor in his cage, he supposes. For the first time in memory, the thought doesn’t sit in his gut like a slow-acting poison. Sure, it makes him melancholy — and sure, it hurts. But it doesn’t feel like a blaster to his kidney or a gravity-bomb in the chest. “Are you still okay?” Jo asks after a moment, and she sounds hesitant. “With everything from last night?” Fuck. She’s too much. “Are you?” he asks evenly.

[NEW 12/14] ✧･ﾟ:*Chapter XXII. Got There Worse. in which rocket does not say "i love you."

our boy has made some progress. i'm so proud of him tbh. we got the end of a hard conversation here and a little bit of angst but mostly feel-good shit and fluff and more smut. i'm just gonna be perpetually nervous from here on out till we finish. the next chapter will be out in about two weeks [est 12/29] so i can polish up on some winter one-shots and spend some time with the fam for the holidays, and then we'll be...well, in the endgame so to speak. ~♡

General summary/notes + links to recently preceding chapters behind the cut.

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Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies).

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon

*･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.

Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.

Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.

Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.

Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.

Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units.in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.

Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.

Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”

Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.

Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.

Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.

Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.

Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.

Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.

Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.

Chapter XX. Some Nerve. *in which an ultimatum is given.

Chapter XXI. I Very Still. ❤︎❤︎ in which our heroes get fucked. In the good way, this time. Finally.

Chapter XXII. Got There Worse. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket does not say "I love you."

Chapter XXIII. We're Gonna Need a Bigger Table. ❤︎ in which the galaxy continues to spin.

Chapter XXIV. Space Would Be Better. ❤︎

Chapter XXV. Little Love Stories. *

Chapter XXVI. Other Side of the Window. ❤︎

Chapter XXV. The Most Beautiful Thing in My House. ❤︎❤︎

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ A Holiday Special *

Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short/drabbly, silly fluff.

explicit lines or references* abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎

taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @pretty-chips ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @glow-autumz

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twinknote · 9 months

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venting cw serious illness, parental end of life shit, vague abuse mention, vague alcoholism mention

sooo i just learned that my stepdad has approximately one billion serious medical things going on (his bloodwork is shit, he has big issues w several important organs, they don’t know the cause yet) and a couple weeks ago my dad told me his cancer has come back And my mom has been in cancer treatment for years now.

it’s just really difficult to process and very complicated bc i’ve only recently (semi) come to terms with the fact that my stepdad and mom are emotionally abusive and neglectful in many aspects. and honestly i think my stepdad is a piece of shit and his alcoholism has given me Sooo much trauma. Which has part of me like Ha ur kidneys are fucked up, wonder why!!! but obv on the whole it’s still really sad and makes me feel like i need to put energy into comforting and helping him when i barely even have energy for myself (i KNOW my cfs/me is gonna be completely overshadowed by their health issues and they’re probably gonna push me to help out more when it would really negatively affect my health) and i also still rly need to get Several forms of medical treatment that now i’m like Hmm is this as important as theirs, is it worth the money?

i also just fucking hate being 24 and having parents going into their 70’s bc idk anyone else who’s going thru smth like this. i feel rly alone and altho i’m v thankful and looking forward to being able to process w my therapist (love u diamond xoxo) i just feel so heavy and alone yk?

it’s also just hitting rly hard rn bc i Really love my bio dad So much and he has Actually been trying really hard to improve his health and i just value his presence in my life So much. and i feel like i never have the energy to see him or connect with him and it makes me feel like i’m missing out on so much that i’m never gonna be able to get back and also like i’m a shit child. and then i’m over here stuck living with my stepdad who has hurt me so much and has not given a shit abt his health for Decades and is p much resigning himself to rotting away in his recliner and i’m supposed to be nice to him???

idk thx for reading if u got this far and if you’ve been thru something similar i would love some solidarity/support 🖤🖤🖤

#love having these convos right after i wake up before i’ve eaten anything or taken my meds #rly gr8 way to start the day #and i’m also just off today bc the library is closed for the stupid holiday and i Always go to the library on sunday so 😭😭#cries forever ig

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ladynyctophilia · 3 years

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I love Judy, and I would sell my left kidney for her, but she’s a little shit and can be the queen of spite sometimes, and here’s just ONE example when we first fucking meet her.

Spoilers?

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Judy: How about it, V? Raw braindance, ever taken a dip before?

V, the unfortunately confident Merc: Psh! *Waves a hand.* I think I can handle it.

Judy: Okie dokes. *Gestures to the chair, already scheming.* Sit down, settle in, and we’ll get you going.

V, the gonk: Preem.

Judy: *Get’s V all situated, sus as fuck about this merc Evey hired, but smiles like everything is fine and walks back to her desk.* Alright. Gotta create your sensory profile first.

V, still WAY too confident for someone who’s never been in a raw BD: Ok. Hit me. Just promise it won't hurt. *Tries to be funny.*

Judy: It won't...not this time. 😈😈😈

Evelyn: 🙄

Judy: OK. All set. Tossing in a sample BD so you can get to know the editor.

Evelyn, the impatient: Why are we wasting time? Let's just show V my recording.

Judy: *Gives Evelyn a look.* So we aren't risking our necks. (Code for, I don't trust this bitch, let me do my thang.) Will only take a sec. *Pretends to look through her stash of BD’s, but knows EXACTLY which one she’s picking.* I got something here...that should be perfect. 😈

V: What’d you choose?

Evelyn: *Lights a smoke.* Here we go...

Judy: Oh, nothing... just some amateur robbery in Heywood. *Acts all innocent, doing techie things.* I don’t even know where I got it from. 😇

V, the oblivious: Sweet. Boot it up.

Judy: Alright. Here we go, giving you the tailored version first. *Proceeds to put V through a BD hell where the artist is high, gets shot, and dies.*

Evelyn: For fucks sake, Judy. Please don't break my merc.

Judy: *Waves a hand, leaning over V.* What? She said she could handle it.

V, after feeling everything in the sample BD: W-what's the meaning of life? 👁👄👁

Evelyn: Great. 🙄

Judy: Nothing happened, you’re alive and well.

V: That w-was...OK...I...*Is still shaking, not knowing what's real or fake.* Phew......kefttt...*Shakes her head, trying to get it together, but is honestly just trying not to cry in front of these two beautiful strangers.* You could have w-warned me first....I didn’t know how much dying actually hurts.

Judy: *Smiles, pleased with herself.* Trust me, real death hurts muuuch worse. *Goes back to her chair.* Ready to go back in?

V: Wot. 👁👄👁 *Is low key freaking out because this is only the SAMPLE BD; what the hell.*

Judy and Evelyn: *Continues to beat up V via Braindance for the next hour.*

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Out of ALL the BD’s this chick probably has stashed away, she picks the robbery one, KNOWING that this is V’s first raw BD and V fucking STRUGGLED. That's mega sus Judy. 😂

Bonus

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After V leaves~

Evelyn: So? *Pulls out a cigarette.* What do you think?

Judy: What? *Stands up, annoyed.* You already know my thoughts, Ev. This heist is insane, and I don't think you should be doing it.

Evelyn: *Rolls her eyes,* I'm aware of your opinion. *Breathes in the cig.* I meant V. What do you think?

Judy: You want my honest opinion?

Evelyn: I wouldn’t want anything less.

Judy: *Huffs, sitting back down.* WELL, I think you just straight up hired a fucking gonk. *Scrunches her nose.* You don’t even know this merc, Ev, and you are betting your future on that gonk and her chooms that are only motivated by eddies??? I don’t like it. Not one bit. *Is typing way too hard.* What if someone offers them more eddies? Or they take the relic for themselves? Or they get caught and rat us out? What then? Huh, Ev?

Evelyn: Judy. Relax. *Rests a calming hand on her shoulder.* I have everything under control. The plan will work, and besides...a gonk V might be...her and her associates are the best at what they do. Why do you think I went to the top fixer in Night City?

Judy: It still seems too risky. *Shakes her head, seconds away from exploding, but is only tolerating this conversation because Evelyn is her best friend.* When you fuck with a corp like Arasaka, the city always finds a way to fuck you back harder. That's just how it works for people like us.

Evelyn: By the time Arasaka notices, we will be long gone from Night City, and you can finally focus on creating art rather than cheap thrills in this shitty basement. *Squeezes her shoulder.* Remember. I'm doing this for us.

Judy: I know...*Mumbles, going quiet for a few minutes, thinking it all over, but eventually looks back up with vulnerable eyes.* Ev...you don't have to do this. There's still time to call off the heist. If we waited a few more months...I will eventually have enough eddies to...

Evelyn: Judy, stop. *Pulls her hand away.* My mind is already made up. After this, there will be no more waiting...for either of us. *Brings the cigarette back up to her lips.* We will finally be living the lives we deserve.

Judy: Fine. *Sighs, turning away.* I don't want to argue about this anymore. Ok? Just promise me you will be careful.

Evelyn: Course I will be. I'm always careful. *Winks, dabbing her cigarette in the ashtray.* Also, don’t think I didn’t notice those lingering eyes of yours checking out my “gonk” of a merc. *Smirks.*

Judy: What do you mean? *Pricks up, annoyed.* There was no “checking out.”

Evelyn: *Shrugs.* Calm down. It was just an observation. *Picks up her purse.* Though, I will say, that V does have a cute little ass...and nice titts. *Pauses, undressing V in her head.* And don't get me started on those defined arms and legs of hers...*Sighs* The mercenary life has definitely been favorable for her. I’m jealous.

Judy: *Is back on her computer, clicking through files, trying so fucking hard to ignore Evelyn right now.* Sure, yeah, you going to fuck her now?

Evelyn: Hmph. *Stares at Judy.*

Judy: ...

Evelyn: ...

Judy: *Throws her hands up in the air.* Fine. OK. Yes, your merc has a nice ass. Happy?

Evelyn: You’re precious, Judy. *Chuckles, hand on her hip.* Let's just hope her work is as preem as her ass. *Leaves with a delicate wave of her hand.* See you for breakfast Thursday.

Once the door closes...

Judy: *Groans, face planting on her keyboard.* Fuuuuuuck.

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(This turned out longer than I had intended. Sorry!!)

#judy alvarez #evelyn parker #judy x v #cyberpunk 2077 #cp77 #jude has tude #JUDY SUS #The game would have been so much different if there was an option to go to Evelyn first instead of dex #Still lowkey sad that Evelyn wasn't a bi romance #night city #fuck #shit #hashtags #fanfic #kinda?

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wheel-of-fish · 4 years

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By the Numbers: Ben Crawford, Ali Ewoldt, Jay Armstrong Johnson

By the Numbers: The Ben Crawford/Ali Ewoldt/Jay Armstrong Johnson Stream, August 22, 2020

[long-awaited submission from Aldebaran; I’m putting it behind a cut]

Oh my gosh, an epic stream deserves an epically long and epically late By the Numbers! Come with me back in time, all the way back to two weeks ago, which in pandemic days is a month and a half. Before we were treated to Giant Ivan and Tiny Tamara in Moscow, there was The Swagger, The Disney Princess and The Bot…

This was a fantastically fun boot to watch as part of a group of enthusiastic Saturday Streamers! Plusses included an earlier-in-his-run Ben “The Swagger” Crawford as the Phantom, with the spotlight on his booming baritone voice, and Ali “Paris’s Sweetheart” Ewoldt as an enchanting Christine. And—Jay Armstrong Johnson (we’re pretty sure) as Raoul. Or some semblance of Raoul. Something was up with Raoul in this performance and the consensus was there may have been robotics involved. I won’t say more here; the streamers have it covered below and a fantastic set of memes by Onthevirg/faunaproductions caught tons more great moments. Very very nice filming job by a master who clearly knew the show well and anticipated major moments and character moves in a smooth manner. Not a bot though. As far as we know. And featuring an AIAOY– let’s just say that has to be seen to be believed.

Some stats on the stats: An asterisk * indicates a recurring category. All numbers are accurate except where they are not. I was tempted last week to resort to making crap up for this recap, but resisted the temptation. I will occasionally add in a missing letter or two. If a person’s train of thought is split up, I will ignore intervening commentary and put that thought back on track. Occasionally, by design or by mischance, a comment or two will be moved slightly out of original chronological order. Or wildly out of chronological order to cater to a theme. Or a whim. Only when it’s funny. There is also no clean way to say the word “organ” which pops up a lot in this stream. (See what I mean? It can’t be done.)

*Suggested names for this boot: The Animatronic Boot, The Better Than Cooper Boot, The It’s Alive! Boot, Robot Roll Call Boot (Okay, nobody suggested these. It was me. I suggested these)

*Statistician’s Favorite Boot Name: mechanical hands down, The RaoulBot Boot

*Wow, we like to talk about Phantoms: It has become clear to me that we like to talk about everybody. And everything. Phantoms, Christines, Raouls, Mandalorians. Here are most of the people mentioned in the stream. There is no context. Just like a real stream!!!

John Riddle (9), Gina Beck (8), Ramin (6), Rob Houchen (2), Ethan (1), Eiji (1), Uwe (3), Jordan Craig (2), Sierra (1), Steve Barton (3), David Shannon (2), Norm (14), Earl (1), Cooper (2), Darua (4), Thiago (11), Rachel Barrell (1), Meghan Picerno (2), Cherik (19), Pedro Pascal (1), B*rbour (7), Eva Tavares (4), Ted Keegan (5), Maree Johnson (2), Quentin Oliver Lee (1), Jeremy Hays (1), Ben Jacoby (3), Andrew Keenan Bolger (1), Greg Mills (1), Michael Maliakel (1), KKA (8), Jordan Donica (1), Kyle Barisch (8), Andrew Ragone (3), Paul Stanley/Stankey (3), Hannah Gadsby (2)

Residual Stolle Thirst: Residual Stolle Thirst from the stream a week prior to this one, plus Mr. Stolle’s appearance as Passarino AND the Conductor in this boot resulted in >32 mentions. There may or may not have been comparisons between his Raoul and this boot’s Raoul. I certainly wouldn’t put it past us.

Epithets for Ben Crawford: Ubiquitous mentions of Crawdaddy and The Swagger. More personalized and clearly personal epithets: Big Ben—ktarinajones, BENBENBENBEN—whereisthepersian, OH HELLO VOICE—butdreamsofbeauty, my horny bastard and I love him—ktarinajones

Epithets: reader’s choice as to which Phantom(s) the following apply to (no one in this stream): Fuckface McGee–therosenpants Sir Scruffsalot—snows Voldemort—Benny-Lynne Traschcan–therosentpants

Antici_____pation:

I can’t wait for jay I honestly thought they’d slapped a human face on a robot and called it a day—angedelamusique

Let’s all just have fun trying to spy hints of actual emotion in Jay’s Raoul—GlassPrism

Oh there will be memes. Ben Crawford is a walking meme and there will be a robot on stage—ktarinajones

Oh boy, here we go—GlassPrism

We love a trainwreck:

I love this stream crowd because you all show up for trainwrecks just as enthusiastically as you do for good actors—wheel-of–fish

We love a trainwreck!—butdreamsofbeauty

we’re ready—angelofthelake

trainwrecks are v satisfying—christinegrrl

We’re here with roses, we’re here with rotten fruit, we’re versatile! A good tirefire is a marshmallow roast–snows

Debut of RaoulBot: Before the show even began, JAJ’s Raoul had a name:

RaoulBot—ktarinajones at 20:01:33 (historic occasions get timestamps!)

wait they can’t moisten the raoul if he’s a robot, can they?—butdreamsofbeauty

they can oil him—ktarinajones

oil the raoul, perfect—butdreamsofbeauty

He has a silicone exterior—Benny-Lynne

wd-40—wheel-of-fish

How do we know he is waterproof? Let’s see if he sparks when he hits the Raoul Hole—Aldebaran

Earliest Meme Generation: Our intrepid memester Virg had material for a meme within 8 minutes 27 seconds of the start of the stream.

Love is in the Air: There was a lot of love in this stream

Ali Love: >32

Laird Love: 28

Carlotta Love: 20

Filmer Love: 5

Extreme John Riddle love: 2

when there’s video of John Riddle the filmer can have a kidney if they want—ktarinajones, seconded by christinegrrl

And then there was Jay:

Oh he did a head nod. Well done.—Bozzleboz

At least Jay doesn’t shoot a policeman—PureAnon

Several head turns in succession there. Getting ambitious.–Bozzleboz

Illumination!: Auction Raoul set the tone for the evening to come, and the chandelier seized the moment to shine.

OMG, his jaw moves just like a real person….or a nutcracker—Aldebaran

His batteries are running down. Maybe they will wire him for the new electricity.—Aldebaran

Robot Raoul is using all the electricity—Aldebaran

That chandelier isn’t rising—Ladyrock18

It’s not rising because they have to unhook the cables that power Raoulbot—DocTy

The chandelier shows more emotions than Jay as Raoul—Maze-zen

Erik made a Raouldoll to add to his collection?—Benny-Lynne

The chandelier shows the full range of human emotions. That is why it was cast.—haunted-hideaway

The chandelier is more expressive than this Raoul—Carole

The chandelier can actually sing in morse code—DocTy

Meanwhile backstage Raoulbot is recharging in his alcove—Aldebaran

If you listen closely you can hear diesel generators in the background recharging the batteries—DocTy

C’mon guys, he’s solar powered—ktarinajones

is that why he stops working in the dark during AIAOY–christinegrrl

Statistician Aldebaran wonders if she will be able to handle viewing Cherik:

Oh I finally finished the 90’s miniseries! I have thoughts!—Abberina

Abberina do you have thoughts other than “I hurt, I am in pain”?—snows

@snows the ending was WILD—Abberina

Abberina, I spent the whole day lying and crying after the 90s miniseries, are you allright?—Carole

“Wild”??? How are you still living! That ending! Gghh!—snows

Do you need something? A glass of water? Therapy?—Carole

My heart hasn’t recovered yet. And I watched it 4 years ago.–Carole

Christine Who?: One would think that Christine’s debut in Hannibal would have the streamers’ full attention. But no. All eyes were on Raoul in his box. Or maybe just unpacked from the box he came in.

can it be? can it be a robot?—christinegrrl

can it be chreeeestineeee—butdreamsofbeauty

engage clapping program—Aldebaran

clap beep boop clap clap—angelofthelake

beep boop clapping action beep boop—Jadowdra

EXECUTE EMOTION—missbuster

Stache or cache?: Once we were beginning to get an idea of the limits of Raoulbot’s programming, we turned our attention to his most character defining feature—the mustache.

omg mustache—MelancholysChild

His mustache is a little full for me. Oh well. I guess that’s where he hides his secrets.—haunted-hideaway

wowWWWW—put that boy in a floofy shirt and stick him in the pirates of the caribbean ride at disney, damn—snows

it’s where he hides his processer—therosenpants

haunted he needs something to cry into—ashadeintheshade

That is not a mustache, that is fiber optics—Aldebaran

although he is stiffer than the other robotic pirates—snows

Haunted, his secret is his charger entrance—Carole

You keep your secrets then, Raoul—haunted-hideaway

Autocorrect Follies:

Pinging = Piangi–Bozzleboz

Paul Stankey = Paul Stanley—IamErik771

Ironic Statement is Ironic:

I always forget there’s an elephant–yiks

Cooper finds a role:

[as Buquet appears] oh hey look it’s cooper!—snows finally a role for cooper, buquet all the way—Aldebaran ohh wait sorry it’s the other scruffy creepy nasty weirdo—snows

*Best from Onthevirg’s Mom: “like stolles passarino cooper should always be buquet—it’s a fitting role”

Joseph Buquet job performance review:

DO YOUR FREAKING JOB BUQUET. –madamefaust I’ll never get over that line “i promise i wasn’t doing my job!!!!!”—butdreamsofbeauty

The Boy Ain’t Right: Little Lotte made it very apparent that Raoul may have been compromised.

Don’t make fun of him, you guys. The tiny alien in his head driving his body is doing his best, ok?—haunted-hideaway

li tt le l ott e—tearoses

So….Erik’s looking like an awesome choice right about now…–HerbalPath

Usually i’m r/c but uh not today—yiks

His hat is just an excuse he’s going to recharge a bit—Carole

That was almost threatening how he said little lotte—Ladyrock18

*Vintage MadameFaust: Don’t quote me too much, my knowledge is based on judicious use of Wikipedia;-)

[inspired by Raoul’s Little Lotte performance] CHOCOLATES

HUMANS LOVE CHOCOLATES *Biggest Organ in Paris: The mirror scene included a thunderous organ accompaniment. It took me ten minutes to write a non-filthy sentence that conveyed that information while containing the word “organ.” The Saturday Streamers were fired up! Except for a certain statistician–

WOAH—therosenpants THAT ORGAN—PureAnon ORGAN—haunted-hideaway Wow—DocTy ORGAN!—butdreamsofbeauty did you hear that??????—therosenpants organ—DocTy Orrgannnnn—Xyloghost that roused me from Lore Olympus—therosenpants ORGAN!—Jawodra What’s with the loud organ?—maze-zen organ AWESOME—snows THE ORGAN WAS PERFECT—whereisthepersian I loved it!—MelancholysChild Is that new? that’s BADASS–snows Organ <3—Carole The organ is loud because Ben is loud—PureAnon Erik is playing his pocket organ–Abberina It’s the phantom of the phantom of the opera—wheel-of-fish

Oh God now I have to count Organ mentions (>20) and everyone is going to judge me—Aldebaran

*What scent are the Phantom’s candles: Previously established in the official “Love That Lair” candle line, in addition to Vanilla Brown Sugar, Cucumber Melon, Tobacco Spice, Underground Despair, and Hopeless Mist, the newest entry unveiled for this stream was Sepulchral Solitude, a light and airy blend of ennui, nihilism and condensation, perfect for occasional bouts of midnight composing.

*The Phantom’s pillows mentions: 2

obligatory pillow mentions, they are a nice colour scheme–missbuster

Baritone Love Fest:

we! love! a baritone! phantom!—butdreamsofbeauty

Baritones are the best!–PureAnon

Yes!—JacobZ

Yes to baritones. To whatever they ask.—Aldebaran

baritones are incredible—angelofthelake

I like em big and boomy—Bozzleboz

yes they are—MelancholysChild

The deeper and boomier, the better—PureAnon

*Erik has Skillz:

Okay so Ben just flipped through about six alternate personalities in a single line, and that’s impressive—snows

his voice is like chocolate sauce—Benny-Lynne

His voice is so deep I wanna scuba dive in it—Benny-Lynne

The Swagger at Rest:

Sir must you spread your legs so—snows

snows yes he MUST—ashadeintheshade

nice stance—MelancholysChild

Oo. Manspreading—Bozzleboz

but like… the good kind–snows

Sweet Music’s Throne: Ben’s nascent aggression came out in his organ playing. The INSTRUMENT!

OMG HIS KNEES This is really funny to me—madamefaust

He is def using his knees a lot—christinegrrl

Oh he’s….trying to play the keyboard—missbuster

He’s putting his back into that organ playing, there—haunted-hideaway

he’s definitely a more aggressive phantom I think—wheel-of-fish

A good squat workout I guess?—christinegrrl

Lift with your knees man—haunted-hideaway

The key to being an organist is all in the lumbar–Jacobz

Ben’s stance remains a source of….let’s call it concern. Yes, concern:

He’s got good stance—ashadeintheshade

why are his legs SO far apart though—butdreamsofbeauty

because they’re so loooong—missbuster

power stance—MelancholysChild

is he riding an invisible horse?—jadowdra

And, inevitably, boner mentions: 5 (You know who you are. Good thing, because I was watching Ben.)

The Phantom is pleased to announce: boner mentions are ummm holding firm

Christine makes questionable choices:

oh she looked down—christinegrrl

she totally looked down and then bolted but let’s be real WHY RUN—snows

Boner-adjacent vocabulary:

Horny and variants (>17)

Lusty (2)

Organ—THE INSTRUMENT!! (>20)

Christine does not stan a crafty Phantom:

he’s doing so well then he has to bring Barbara into it—Virg’s mom

SEE? I MADE THIS FOR YOU?

OOPS

THAT DID NOT GO TO PLAN—haunted-hideaway

Strange Ships: The debut of a long overdue category highlighting all the really random ships that are proposed during a given stream.

Erik/RaoulBot—haunted-hideaway

Andre/Carlotta–????

Barbara/severed Hannibal head—????

Christine/Luigi—ashadeintheshade

Barbara/new and improved sexbot from LND—Onthevirg

RaoulBot/Barbara—DocTy {streamers were split here that Barbara shouldn’t settle versus OTP}

Yes, I know, it’s a great disservice to Barbara but still, maybe they can bond over replacement parts—DocTy

Only in this streams I walk away with either a new favourite actor, a fanfic recommendation and/or a new pairing to ship—Jadowdra

*Education of the Innocent: Several seminars were held this stream. First, a wide ranging and frank discussion of historically accurate ballet rats, pimping and ummm social diseases. We segued from a dissertation on our own Madame Giry as a probable pimp to the topic of the hierarchy of French Royalty. These topics heavily featured our resident history buffs therosenpants, angedelamusique, PureAnon and madamefaust, with varying degrees of participation in the pimping and social disease discussions. Second, a discourse on “the catch” and variations, the catch being allowed in London and not on Broadway due to union rules. A variant unknown to me, the “half catch” was mentioned. Third, a sadly eye-opening (for some) discussion of the “horsey dance”:

Look, Norm was directed to do the horsey dance. Anything is possible on Broadway.—madamefaust

sorry a HORSEY DANCE—butdreamsofbeauty

HORSEY DANCE???—onthevirg

horsey dance…??—angelofthelake

ah yes the ever classic jumping up and galloping horsey dance—madamefaust

It was more of a forceful trot during ‘Order your fine horses’ in Final Lair—madamefaust

faust you can’t just drop that in chat and not explain yikes—butdreamsofbeauty

someone link the gif—andgedelamusique

[fatefully the gif was linked]

thanks, I hate it!—butdreamsofbeauty

OH I thought that was a JOKE, that was REAL?—ashadeintheshade

oh noooo I saw that in like a compilation of funny phantoms and i thought it was a joke oh no—ashadeintheshade

The Horsey Dance claims more victims–Aldebaran

STYDI Sound effects:

[the Phantom collapses]

plorp—wheel-of-fish

plorp—MelancholysChild

Now I want to hear his palms squeak on the ground—madamefaust

I’m Jewish and I don’t approve of this level of ham Curse youuuuu—JacobZ

Prior to Il Muto the organ makes another appearance. The INSTRUMENT!!!:

Organ boop!—Bozzleboz

Organ again. Oh God now I said it.—Aldebaran

Aldebaran, you can’t escape the organ. The Phantom’s organ WILL find you.—PureAnon

this Erik is so extra he took the organist’s place in the orchestra—DocTy

Il Muto Pillow Mentions: 1

Fascinating discussion about which is worse/better, bad actors or boring actors:

It’s the old argument between what’s worse bad or boring—GlassPrism

is it better to burn out or fade away—wheel-of-fish

Is it more fun to watch an Uwe or a Thiago—GlassPrism

Thiago activates my RAGE setting.—madamefaust

AIAOY is never make me watch this again: Words cannot capture AIAOY. Nevertheless we tried. Here are selected comments.

EXECUTEEMPATHY2.0—missbuster

Maybe there is a rat driving him by his mustache like in Ratatouille. Raoultatouille.—missbuster

turn.her.90.degrees—Aldebaran

if she shakes him, I bet we can hear him rattle—DocTy

Raoul.exe has stopped working—christinegrrl

he bluescreened—butdreamsofbeauty

error 404—angelofthelake

can you even play Doom on this Raoul?—Jadowdra

Does he even like her?—madamefaust

He’s just staring into the abyss—angelofthelake

Why did no one tell him that wooing does not involve low-level dread—JacobZ

<10> no more talk of darkness GOTO20—snows

<20> forget these wide eyed fears GOTO30—snows

his wooing program has bugs–Aldebaran

YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN MY ARCH-ENEMY THIAGO–madamefaust

are they actually kissing?—madamefaust

now you must place your face upon her face and remain still—butdreamsofbeauty

this is depressing—virg’s lil sister

It’s more fun to suffer as a group—wheel-of-fish

Prevailing Theory:

The Phantom clearly switched Raoul with a mannequin—Maze-zen

Fondly Remembering Christian Lund during this AIAOY: 4

Fondly Remembering “the Boop” during this AIAOY: 5

*Requests for AIAOY Kiss replay: 0

Priorities Straight: Host Fish caller for dog pictures on her blog during the stream, resulting in the following mentions

Dogs (35, may need to be adjusted as one of Flora’s dogs is large enough to count as two), Goats (6), Cats (9), Rabbits (5), Chickens (3) Regular non-Cherik deer (1) Pig (1) Cherik deer (9) actual human children (1)

The Masquerade, or as some wags had it due to the mannequins on the staircase, the de Chagny family reunion:

Let’s see the robot try to dance—katarinajones

dance.exe—whereisthepersian

dance.exe failed to start—phantomofthebasement

He is going as a robot to the masquerade–Aldebaran

People gonna trip over his charging cable—whereisthepersian

Relief is the wrong emotion to feel when the Red Death arrives:

Why at a costume party is everyone afraid of a costumed man? How do they know to be scared? Do they hear the background music?—JacobZ

It’s his authoritative stance—madamefaust

Christine’s reaction maybe?—ktarinajones

I think they’re afraid he’s going to drop another chandelier on them. Which, valid.—madamefaust

They saw the bead work. They know who it is.—haunted-hideaway

*Sad comment is sad: commenting on the ornate bow on the score for Don Juan Triumphant

He wraps it up like the present he never received.—haunted-hideaway

*Fathering Gaze lyric: 1

*That staff tho:

“I’m going to a graveyard. I should take my shooty stick with the skull on it!”—haunted-hideaway

We passed the Point of No Return long ago. From the auction, in fact:

his accent, lol–ashadeintheshade

Accent—Bozzleboz

itsa me…—Aldebaran

ITSA HIM—madamefaust

I hate you all—wheel-of-fish

And Ben plays videogames backstage. His inspiration is literally Super Mario.—madamefaust

That was some nice cup stroking—GlassPrism

The Raoul Hole holds no dangers for Raoulbot:

Oh no he’s going to rust and shut down in the lake—wheel-of-fish

They spray him down and moisten him before he jumps in, otherwise he’ll just float on top—haunted-hideaway

Raoul’s wifi is down once more:

Is the boat stuck? Oh, there it goes—madamefaust

The radio signals running Raoul confused the boat—Aldebaran

The organ makes a return in Down Once More: The INSTRUMENT!!!!: 2

Veil Fluff Mentions: 2

he didn’t fluff the veil—ashadeintheshade

I like the veil fluff–ashadeintheshade

Veil Yeet Mentions: 11

The Kiss. An actual human kiss, unlike AIAOY:

ohhh he bends into the kiss—Aldebaran

Aw he’s TRYING to figure out how to kiss—Flora-Gray

He done touched a lady.—haunted-hideaway

That was a good kiss—Abberina

Bozzleboz breaks me, as the Phantom approaches hanging Raoul with a candle:

I burn him now, yes?–Bozzleboz

The Phantom breaks us:

oh god. He just broke me.—Bozzleboz

ohhhh poor angel—Aldebaran

aw erik :(–angeloflake

he’s so resigned:(–Benny-Lynne

we love an exhausted depressed sewer man—butdreamsofbeauty

This Phantom survives just so he can go disassemble Raoul—Aldebaran

Looks Like We Made It:

Time to go plug Raoulbot in for the night—angelofthelake

Performance Comparisons for Raoul/Career Suggestions for Raoul, You Decide:

Nutcracker—Aldebaran

Mannequin Bride—coroaline

Tin Man—christinegrrl, yiks

Edward Scissorhands—GlassPrism

Calculon from Futurama—IamErik771

C3PO—wheel-of-fish

Automaton—ktarinajones

Dalek–missbuster

Cardboard Cutout—haunted-hideaway

Hat Stand–Bozzleboz

*Things I wish I had said:

Christine in Final Lair: She has to go put Raoul in a bag of rice but she’ll be back—Benny-Lynne

*Statistician Aldebaran’s two favorite personal quotes:

little known fact, the red scarf is actually a fanbelt from Raoulbot

19 years on the score, 1 year on the bow

Phew! See you shortly with the By the Numbers of Moscow from LAST week!!! Aldebaran

#saturday streams #aldebaran #by the numbers #submission

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John Marston X F.Reader: The sky in her eyes - Part 3

(pictures found on pinterest. John Marstons picture belong to @gangofgunslingers 🖤)

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Here comes the third part of “The sky in her yes” 😊 I hope you all will enjoy this chapter. Thank´s so much for all the likes, reblogs, and comments. Thank you so much dear ones 🖤🖤 Means a lot to me!!

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The sky in her eyes - 3

You couldn't believe you were really going to do it. Just thinking about it embarrassed you profoundly, yet you had no choice but to get money this way. You were so nervous, and tried to hide your fear when you bought a train ticket at the station. None of the passengers would assume that a young woman like you intended to rob a train.

Where did you get the two dollars to buy a ticket? Well, you were begging. You actually asked passersby to give you money, and it took a lot of effort to overcome, but that was your only chance to carry out your plan. You were wearing a hat with a black veil in front of your face like you would at funerals. You didn't want your face to be recognized. "The train leaves in fifteen minutes, Miss. Wallace Station." "Thank you." The words came weakly out of your mouth. Of course, you felt bad, but you had to ensure your survival. "My condolences, Miss." "Thank you, Sir." The man who sold you the ticket assumed that you were grieving for your loved one. Well, that wasn't entirely wrong. You still hadn't dealt with your parents' death. With a soft sigh, you sat on an empty bench. You had no idea how your life would go on. Your palms were cold and sweaty at the same time. You were very excited, afraid of the consequences that would come to you. You felt how difficult it was to breathe calmly. It felt like there was a hand around your neck that squeezed you tightly. Again and again, you had to remind yourself to stay calm because you felt hot tears burn into your eyes. Of course, you knew that this whole action could go wrong, and that's what scared you. But on the other hand, who would miss you? You had no one left, and maybe that the reason why you´ll take this risk...

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"A ticket please." "Where do you want to go, Mister?" "Wallace station!" "Two dollars, please." John rummaged for the money in his pocket and then put it on the counter to pay for his ticket. "You should hurry up, Sir! The train will leave in a minute!" John took the ticket in his hand after paying for it, and stowed it in his satchel. "Thank you, Mister!" John hurried out of the building so as not to miss the train. The passengers had already taken a seat, and it was difficult for John to find one. He ended up sitting next to an older lady who willingly offered him the place next to her, and it quickly turned out that this woman was very talkative. John didn't want to be rude, so he talked to her. It was a very old lady, probably around eighty, so John made an exception, after all, the young man wasn´t very talkative. "I´m sure that your wife and children look forward to seeing you!" John laughed softly, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. Wife and children? Yes, that would be nice! "No, ma'am. I'm not married." "Oh! That's hard to believe! Such a friendly, good looking man must have a lot of admirers!" The older lady was very curious, which made John roll his eyes. "You know, my granddaughter has just turned twenty-three, and she is very beautiful!" When John heard that, he cleared his throat. Oh no, that wouldn´t be a good idea. He was also starting to dislike this conversation. The older lady was just too pushy. "You know Ma'am, actually I already have a nice lady. She waits for my return every night!" When the older woman heard that, she immediately fell silent, looking at him with eyes wide open. John suppressed a laugh. Well, she would have to disappoint her granddaughter now. But John hadn't expected that the older woman would only become more curious. "Oh!! Lucky girl!" She started with her questions, and the young man rolled his eyes in annoyance - why couldn't he just enjoy a quiet trip?

Your eyes wandered from side to side, from right to left, watching everything very carefully. You weren't expecting so many people, which made you more nervous. Your hands trembled, and you felt your shoulders shake as well. God, you must have gone mad! But now you were here, and you would do it! You slowly rose from your seat, your hand moved to your hip, and everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as you watch the passengers reading peacefully their books and newspapers. You didn't want to hurt any of these people. Tears of shame ran down your cheeks, but they were invisible to everyone else. They were hidden behind a black veil. Suddenly the time seemed to go back to normal when you pulled out the revolver, ready to steal from these people. "You all stay calm now! You will do what I say!" At first, the passengers were a little confused, but when they saw the revolver in your hand, they slowly realized the situation. A man rose from his seat, which you saw immediately. You aimed the gun at him. "SIT DOWN!" The man immediately sat down when you started yelling at him. "This isn´t a joke! I want your money, your valuables! Everything!!" You carried an old, ragged sack with you. Fortunately, it was still in very good condition, so that no valuables or gold could slip through. You had found this bag on the street and finally took it with you. "Didn't you understand me?! Hurry up!" While the first passengers began to empty their pockets, you had no idea that there was a marshal in this train compartment. Marshal Tom Davies. He watched the situation closely and slowly pulled out his revolver. The man didn't know how dangerous you were, so he carefully watched the situation.

When the time came, Marshal Davies intervened. You heard a click, then you felt the barrel of a revolver on the back of your head, and now you knew it was over. "Take your gun down! Slowly." Pure horror was visible in your eyes, and you instantly became pale in the face. You couldn't describe your fear in one word - it was endless. You would be arrested, taken to a prison. And if you didn't want to die today, the smartest decision would be to listen to the man behind you who was threatening you with a gun. You slowly took your weapon down, and the marshal immediately grabbed your revolver, dragging it out of your hand. He roughly reached for your arms to tiding your wrists behind your back. "You are in great trouble, lady!" You said no sound, just sobbed softly. He was right. You have committed a great stupidity. How could you believe that you would be able to raid a train? "You're lucky the guards didn't catch you, Missy! Otherwise, you would be dead now!" The marshal turned you around, pulled the black veil from your face, and looked at you. You saw that he was a little surprised. For whatever reason. He saw your tears, saw the shame on your face. But he was a man of the law and had to follow his rules. He remained silent for a few seconds, looking at you with his blue eye. There was an eye patch over his right eye. He also has a very distinctive mustache. "I'll take you to Straweberry, Miss! I will hand you over to the sheriff." No word came over your lips. There was nothing you could say. There was nothing you could do. It was over. The man pulled you with him, past all the people who looked at you with their evil eyes - you couldn't blame them. "To do such stupidity! What were you thinking, girl?!"

John Marston, who was also in the same train compartment as you, saw you being led away from that marshal. John frowned, wondering if he had seen you before. You seemed very familiar to him. The emptiness and the fear in your eyes, he had seen it before. The young man looked down at the floor, thinking about what had happened here a few minutes ago. He had seen everything. What John had recognized from the beginning was that you had no idea of robberies. You had no structure in your process, no plan, and he had seen how nervous you had been during the raid robbery.

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Strawberry, the next morning...

The sheriff had been really kind to you, and you couldn't complain that you were in a prison cell. After all, you had a bed and a warm blanket. You even had a hot meal. It was just a little porridge and a cup of tea, but it was better than starving. For a week you hadn't eaten anything except some fruits, bread, and nuts that you had stolen. You were starving. You didn't even know how to hunt an animal. "You are lucky that nobody was injured. Still, you will have to be in prison for a few months." You didn't answer the sheriff, looking at the spittoon that was in the corner of your cell. "Tomorrow, you´ll be taken to Saint-Denis prison." You sighed softly when you heard that, and you had to admit that it scared you to be put in a bigger prison. You would no longer have privacy, which deeply embarrassed you. You hadn't even peed in the chamber pot that was next to your bed. You had held it back. Accordingly, you had terrible pain in the lower abdomen and around your kidneys. The sheriff had told you he would leave you alone so you could have your peace, but that didn't convince you. "How long will I have to stay in prison, Sir?" "I don't know. But I guess it'll be for two months. Except someone pays your bail." Who should pay bail for you? You didn't even ask how high it was. For what? You had to make friends with the idea of being locked up for the next few months. It was your fault. You couldn´t judge anyone for the circumstances. "I'm sorry, Miss." "..." The sheriff saw the poor creature sitting in this cell, waiting silently for its fate. The man wondered what had happened in your life. He saw how malnourished you were, your dirty clothes, your tousled hair. He felt so sorry for you.

When it got later, and the darkness announced, someone entered the prison. "Can I help you, Sir?" "Yes. I'm here for the young lady." When you heard that, you didn't believe first that you were meant. But who else should be meant? No other prisoners were seen except you. You looked curiously at the young man who spoke to the sheriff. Hope sparkled in your eyes as you listened to the conversation. "What's your name, Sir?" "Jim Milton." "Do you know this young lady, Mister Milton?" John glanced over at you, saw the same sad expression on your face he had seen on the train the day before. You said nothing when the young man looked you in the eye intensely. "Yes, Sir. I Do." John said this without taking his eyes off you, but your gaze lowered to the ground. Why did this strange man help you? You couldn't remember him. Who was he? "Well, I'm afraid I can only release the lady on bail." "How much?" John asked without hesitation. When you heard the price the sheriff mentioned, you got sick. It was a lot of money, and you were sure that the stranger wouldn´t pay to free you. Certainly not without expecting anything in return. But you were wrong. John took out a small bundle of banknotes, counted them. "Here's a twenty-dollar deposit. You'll get the rest tomorrow." But the sheriff just shook his head. He couldn't just let you go. "I'm sorry my boy, but tomorrow she will be transferred to Saint-Denis!" You weren't sure if you should be happy or cry about it. You were so confused, exhausted, and you were afraid.

John sighed softly, glancing into the cell. He saw this young girl, and he didn't want her to have to sit in this prison any longer. What should he do? Then he suddenly remembered that he was carrying a watch for which he actually had no use. The young man pulled them out of his pocket to place it on the sheriff's desk. "That's all I have. It's worth at least twenty dollars!" The sheriff took the piece and examined it closely. He liked what he saw. "This is a platinum pocket watch. Are you sure you want to give it away?" It looks like he could buy you in freedom. Platinum was in high demand. "I think so, sheriff." "Well, then. You can take back the twenty dollars. This watch is enough. She is a free woman now." The sheriff rose from his chair to go to your cell. John followed, and when the sheriff opened the door, you looked at the young man with wide eyes. You just couldn't believe that a completely strange man helped you. But why? What reason did he have to help you? Of course, you had some concerns at the moment. You were on your own, and therefore a simple victim. You wouldn´t have the strength to defend yourself against this man. But you didn't want to think about it, and when you looked closely, the young man didn't make the impression that he wanted to harm you. "You can go." You slowly stepped out of the cell, looking at the unknown man who had got you out of this mess. His eyes bored into yours what you could hardly stand, and finally, you lower your eyes again. You sure looked horrible. Tousled hair, dirt on clothes, and face. What a shame, you toughed. "I don't want to see you here again, missy. Got it?" You nodded to the older man, smiling weakly. "Thank you very much, Sir. You have been really kind to me." "Take care of that girl, boy!" John nodded to the sheriff before turning back to you and gesturing to the door. You looked up at the young man with concern. He wanted you to follow him? You were visibly confused, and John saw it clearly. "Oh, um... I just want to talk to you", he replied quickly, because he didn't want to scare you. You fold your arms into each other, slowly looked at his face again. Finally, and without saying another word, you left the prison with him. It was already getting dark, and certainly colder too, which made you freeze. You sighed, your breath was visible in the dark night. Of course, John didn´t miss this fact. He took off his coat to hand it over to you. But when he got closer, you startled a bit, looking at him with eyes wide open. John cleared his throat, took a step back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to give you my coat." You were very surprised by so much kindness since it has been a while that someone took care of you. Hesitantly, you took the black coat. "Thanks a lot." You put it on, feeling how the wool gave warmth to you. That was much better. But one thing was still unclear. Why did he help you? "Listen, I'm very thankful for your help. But..." You shook your head while you looked at him in confusion. "How and... why? I mean..."

You didn't know how to express your insecurity, but John already had an answer for you. "I was on the train when you tried to rob the passengers!" When he said that, some things became clear. So, he had seen you and heard that you would be taken to Strawberry. Guilty took hold of you again, and you didn't dare to look at the stranger. Your eyes lowered to the ground, full of regret and shame. "I- I... had no choice. I was in need... I have no money, no food, nothing.", you said softly while tears burned into your eyes. It was hard. John knew the meaning of famine, he knew it all too well. His eyes were full of pity. You were so young! What had happened in your life that you had to live under such conditions? "I was a fool to think I could rob a train! My god...I had also been robbed. I know how bad it feels, and I was going to do the same to other people." John frowned as you continued to speak. So the same thing happened to you before? "A robbery, Miss?" “Yes. As it turned out afterward, two members of the Van der linde gang had robbed the train. I was there." John's eyes widened in shock when he heard that. He swallowed nervously, frowned again. Now everything fits together. That girl whose necklace he had stolen - that was you! The young man was speechless. He couldn't believe that he had actually met you again. That's why you looked so familiar to him! He had never forgotten your eyes, or rather, the fear in your eyes had haunted him for years. At that time, you begged him to leave you alone, but he simply tore the piece of jewelry from your neck. And now you stood in front of him. "What happened back then, if you don´t mind me to ask?" “Something very valuable had been stolen from me. But for this guy, it was nothing more than a necklace. He ripped it off my neck." You didn't know why you were telling him this, but it felt good to talk about it.

John sighed slowly, stroking his black hair. Good god... Was it his fault that you have to live in such a condition? Did he throw you into this misfortune? God, he had terrible remorse. How should he ever make it up to you? John said nothing. He had actually intended to give you back your piece of jewelry, but now that you were standing in front of him, he didn't have the courage to reveal himself to you.

"I know... what you're feeling right now. Really. It's not an easy life." When he said that, you looked up at him in surprise. So he didn't judge you for what you had done? You could very well remember the looks of some passengers. They had looked at you with anger, with scorn. "It was a long time ago, I also lived on the street. I know what it means to go hungry." You nodded when he said that, looking at the ground again, and sighing softly. It became quiet between you both. "My name is Jo... Jim Milton!" "I know. You said that to the sheriff earlier.", you reply softly, causing John to smile. "My name is Y/N L/N." "Miss, is there anyone I can take you? To your parents...? Or..." "No. There is nobody." His question almost broke your heart. You didn't want to be reminded of your parents, it was too painful. When John heard that you had no one, he sighed softly. He felt so sorry for you. No money, no food, and no family... that was too much pain. "I hope you will forgive me Mister Milton, but I can't give you anything except my thanks." You were about to take his coat off when he stopped you. "Wait." You looked at him curiously. What else did he want to tell you? "I run a ranch. Beecher's hope. I want to give you the opportunity to help me with my work." When he said that, your eyes widened. You knew this was a unique chance that you shouldn't throw away. John wanted to help you live a better life. That was the least he could do for you. "The only thing I can offer you right now is a hot meal and a bed. No money." "Really?" That sounded unbelievable to you. This man came out of nowhere and offered you a job? It was hard to believe. You knew that you should never trust a stranger, but in that case, you had no choice. Of course, anything could happen. Maybe this Jim Milton was a psychopath? He offered you a job, and damn! You knew how to run a ranch!

"Yes. I'm serious." "Okay then." You nodded at him, accepting his offer. "Maybe you should rest. You should spend the night in the hotel, eating a hot meal. It's a long way to Beachers Hope." "I have no money." John was aware of this, and he nodded to you. "I know. Let me pay for it." You snuggled into the warm coat, searching protection in the fabric because you didn't know why he did all of this. This seemed so suspicious to you. But John just wanted to help you. He felt guilty, and therefore he had an urge to give you something back. He couldn't reverse what he had done to you many years ago, but he could help you now. "It's okay. Really." You said nothing, just looking at your feet, and you didn't know whether you should accept his offer or not. You reminded yourself to be careful because it would be naive to think that he only did this out of kindness.

John saw your insecurity, and he didn't know what to do to convince you. Maybe he should leave you alone? But he couldn't and didn't want to let you down. He knew how dangerous life on the street was. How heartless this world could be. "Miss L/N, at least let me buy you a hot meal." Hot food sounded so damn delicious. Oh, you would sell your soul for a warm piece of meat with potatoes. Just at that thought, your stomach grumbled. "Okay." You were very thankful, yet so insecure. But you followed Jim Milton, as he walked to the hotel, which was only a few steps away. The thought of working on a ranch soon calmed you down a bit. You just wanted to live a peaceful life and finding a place in this cruel world...

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The next morning...

It felt so good to be able to sleep in a proper bed, and the hot bath had been damned good. You felt relaxed and clean this morning. The hot meal last night had also been a blessing for your stomach. You also had washed your dirty clothes, which hopefully would be dry soon since you didn't wear a single piece of clothing. You turned on your side, sighing softly as you slid your hand under the pillow. You looked out of the window, watching the beautiful sky, and suddenly, you felt hope. That stranger Jim Milton had entered your life, but you didn't know why he helped you. Maybe he was just a nice guy, and yes, maybe you should just trust him. A few days ago you slept on the street, and now you were lying in a cozy bed. John had also rented a room, but he hadn't slept last night. He still couldn't believe he met you. It was so strange. His inner voice had made him follow you to Strawberry. He usually stayed out of other people's business, but he felt sorry for you. He had seen immediately that you had never raided a train before. You were very lucky that you were still alive. How could you do such a dangerous project on your own? That was insane! "Jesus..." He just couldn't get rid of the idea that he had ruined your life...

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so uh.. taigi’s home with us and still loves his creamy cat treats, so there’s that. he’s also drinking more already. i will put all the cat info under the cut but pls don’t read if sick pets and ...cancer bother you. it’s grim and i’m sad enough for all of us, i don’t wanna cause too much grief in others, too. i will most likely fiddle around in photoshop for now and hang out in ims.

so uh well, it’s not the heart. vet was super damn friendly, even checked taigi’s temp and teeth etc like you’d expect a vet to do (our other one didn’t for mysterious reasons) so that was great. he also looked at the meds etc and blood and he wasn’t too happy. ultrasound was a disaster. taigi was v fit and loud today so he howled and complained while we waited lol.

his bladder and bowel look p good so at least he can pee and poop properly. then he went up... liver. despite the mask, you could see his face drop and part of me was hoping it was just swollen as our other vet mentioned, but unfortunatley that’s not the case. it’s a tumor. he said that there’s 2 options.. he could operate, the liver is seperated in like ..lobes and cats can continue if a lobe is missing etc. but the problem is that while part of the liver looks like the crater of the moon (tumor), the rest... isn’t quite as bad. it’s still functioning decently which is why the blood test showed absolutely 0 signs of liver issues, but the tumor is spreading slowly. so he could cut out the worst, but .. other chunks of the liver look like they’ve already been infested. if taigi was younger, he said it would maybe be worth a shot, see if the cat’s lucky, but taigi likely wouldn’t even wake up bc 18 is v old etc. so uh.. our other option is .. and i quote, “let him enjoy life to the fullest for as long as he has”. we didn’t ask how long.. it’s better not to know, it’s bad enough to know the end is nigh tbh.

but uh, he said taigi’s not in pain cause he had to press v hard to see the liver and taigi did grumble but only bc “ew human pls let me go” and not bc pain so he said he would be very very surprised if taigi was in pain. we can try liver friendly food to support the body, but ver said he’s never met a cat enjoying the food and therefore he’d not recommend it. the meds we got against water in belly are the worst for taigi.. because his kidneys are struggling he needs more water to begin with and those pills draw all the water from his body, which is death to his organs, so we won’t do that. it explains why he’s grown so extremely weak and fragile over the past week when before he was fine despite water in his belly.

we’ll look into vitamin b bc his liver can’t produce enough of it at this point and it would help his general condition, but other than that.. we can’t do anything. we asked vet to give him anti-nausea stuff and he also got an infusion bc he was so dehydrated and now he’s resting at home. all we can do now is enjoy the time we have... spoil him rotten.. uhhh.. yeah.. i knew he was gonna die some day and if it had been the heart, kidneys still would’ve slowly killed him, but this.. is unexpected (the blood test showed nothing.. no signs of cancer or liver issues) neither did the water, so like.. i honestly didn’t expect that. especially since our other vet said that if there’s no blood in the fluid in his belly, it’s not a tumor.. guess he was wrong on that.

hoping now that if he’s less dehydrated, that he will grow a big stronger again. idea is to mash all his food now because he doesn’t eat meat chunks atm, but he loves creamy food when it’s on my finger. i will spend half the day feeding him creamy food from my finger if i have to. anyway.. i am trying really hard not to cry. he is v old and he’s had a great, long life so far and we’re gonna do our best to keep that up but.. deep down there was always that hope that he’s one of those cats who end up getting to 20 years, y’know? it just hurts a lot right now.

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Growing Pains, Remastered: Chapter 2

Below the cut, enjoy v

Cider entered the house, allowing Aaron to set himself down on the couch. He removed his shoe and took a look at the metal. He whimpered sadly. It was but a dull stinging at the moment, but the injury looked TERRIBLE. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to walk after this. “Yeah, that looks bad,” Cider commented. “Thank you, captain obvious,” Aaron growled. “Hey, who helped you get over here?” Cider asked rhetorically, leaning over the table. “So where’s your friend that can help me?” Aaron questioned. “This wasn’t a ploy or something, was it? If you’re gonna murder me or take my kidneys, do it quick...” “I’m... Not interested in your kidneys,” Cider chuckled nervously. “He’s upstairs... But... He’s asleep. If I wake him up, I might raise hell. “Oh you’ll raise hell, alright,” Cider heard an angered voice call from the top of the steps. He looked up and saw Chronos descending the stairs, clearly less than enthused about what he was seeing. “Cider, who the hell is this?” “This is Aaron,” Cider said bluntly. “Found ‘im in the junkyard.” “Hi...” Aaron muttered, Chronos’ icy cold glare could have pierced through him harder than the metal at that moment. “He hurt his foot,” Cider explained. “I dunno where he came from but I mean, look at this kid. I couldn’t leave him there.” “I’m not a kid...” Aaron defended. “I’m 17.” “Like I said,” Cider snickered. “Ugh...” Aaron grumbled. “Um, are you the guy that can help me?” “I’m not so sure,” Chronos shook his head, kneeling next to Aaron, taking a look at his foot. “That looks pretty bad... But you aren’t bleeding. Which means by some miracle you didn’t hit any veins. But it pierced the bone it looks like. If I remove it, I might injure you worse. I’m not a doctor or anything, so I’m not suited for stuff like this.” “Great, I’m stuck with some metal in my foot, I’m on the run from the police, AND I’m gonna die soon. I’m having a great time,” Aaron ranted. “You’re gonna WHAT?” Cider gasped. “I’m sure I could take it out...” Chronos muttered. “But if it went through the bone, I don’t think you could walk on it for a good while.” “Can you... Try?” Aaron sighed. He didn’t want to agree to this, but he didn’t want to be stuck here, at least not for long. “Alright. But don’t get upset if I end up taking your foot off,” Chronos said, before getting to work. “Wait, if you what- OW! God... Damn it!” Aaron cried in pain as Chronos began his attempts to get it out. “Nevermindnevermindnevermindnevermind! Shit, shit, shit! Stop!” “I can’t get it out any other way. Hold still,” Chronos scolded. “It’ll hurt more if you keep moving around.” “It HURTS, damn it!” “It’s GOING to hurt. Now be quiet, we have someone sleeping upstairs,” Chronos reprimanded him as he continued. Despite his commands, the damage had already been done. Upstairs, Zephyr pressed his ear to the door, listening to the commotion going on downstairs. What the hell was going on? Was someone else here? “Sounds like a party,” Seth joked, appearing next to him. Startled, Zephyr jumped back, before seeing who it was. “Yeah... I think I should go check it out,” Zephyr said. “No way,” Seth scoffed. “I’ll do it. I wanna see what all the fuss it about. Besides, it might be serious, so you should stay up here and pretend you’re still asleep.” “I... Guess...” Zephyr nodded. “If it’s serious, Chronos might get mad if I interrupt.” “Everyone’s always mad at you,” Seth jabbed a final time before heading downstairs. By the time he peeked his head downstairs, the commotion had stopped. Chronos set the bloodied piece of metal on the table, and watched as Aaron sobbed in pain as he laid down on the couch. He muttered several pearl-clutching not safe for church obscenities to himself as he held his foot. “Now wait, I’m gonna see if we have anything to bandage it up. We don’t have anything to disinfect it, but I’m sure just bandaging it will work,” Chronos explained, heading to the boxes by the front door. “Cider, check upstairs.” “You got it,” Cider agreed, walking upstairs. As he did so, he felt a chill pass through him. What on earth was that? Having no luck with his search, Chronos searched the boxes in the kitchen. Seth finally made his way into the living room. Huh. What do you know. Another person was here for once. Aaron wiped the tears from his face and sat up, he turned to face Seth and cried in surprise. “Oh! Jeez, sorry... I didn’t hear you come in,” Aaron chuckled. Seth turned around, and looked around. Who was he talking to? Then, he noticed Aaron’s gaze was on him. “I’m sorry, ME?” Seth questioned. “Yeah, you surprised me is all...” Aaron sighed. “No, no, I mean... How can you see me?” Seth prodded. “Huh?” Aaron cocked his head. “Oh, wait!” Then, he lowered his visor. Taking it off his face, the green projections and holograms that previously swirled inside turned off, making it clear and empty. “Huh...” He said, as if he had confirmed something, before returning the glasses to his face. “That’s... That’s weird. This hasn’t happened before...” “What are you-” Before Seth could continue, Chronos came back in, stepping right through him. “Here, I found this,” He said, placing the small roll of white bandages on the table in front of Aaron. “It’s all we have, but surely you can make use of it.” “Oh, thank you,” Aaron nodded, taking the bandage wrap and slowly wrapping it around his foot, wincing and breathing heavily as he did so. “I’m, uh, sorry about all this...” “Don’t be,” Chronos shrugged. “You’d be surprised at how often Cider drags unwanted things in. Not to be offensive or anything.” “Yeah...” Aaron sighed, placing the roll back on the table after he was done. All that was left was one short piece. “Jeez, it wasn’t bloody before, but it definitely was when you were through with it.” “It’s not in your foot anymore though, now is it? Anyways, I’m hoping to wrap this up soon. Can you walk on it?” “Uh... Guess I’ll try,” Aaron braced himself, gripping the edge of the couch. He slowly pushed himself forward, planting his right foot down, and then, ever so delicately, he pressed his injured foot to the floor. After a wobbly five seconds, he stood upright. “Th-There. It hurts a bit, but... I’ll find somewhere to stay and rest up a bit. I should feel better soon. But, um, I’d like to leave... A-As soon as possible.” “That won’t happen,” Chronos began. “There’s no means of leaving. This planet is completely abandoned, we ourselves are only stuck here because our ship broke down, and we’ve been trying to fix it for a good while now.” “You mean... I’m... Stuck here?” Aaron’s voice cracked. Seriously? He wasn’t going to spend his final days trapped on a ghost planet with some strangers and some... weird spirit thing. Whatever it was that he saw... That he talked to even. But he’d figure that out later. He sighed, and slumped back down on the couch. “We’re all stuck here. But how about this? If we find a way to get out of here, we’ll take you with us. You can’t STAY with us, of course, but we’ll take you out of here and then take you somewhere else, alright?” Chronos offered. “You’d do that?” Aaron asked, but his face bore no emotion. He stared at the table in front of him blankly, suddenly, nothing was on his mind. The world around him went out of focus. He really didn’t want to die in a place like this. How did he even survive the fall from the ship in the first place? “Don’t look so sad,” Chronos muttered. “We’re gonna leave soon, I’m sure of it. Now go find somewhere to stay, there are about a thousand places here for you to raid like we did. If need be, I’m sure we could lend you some supplies. Don’t count on us giving you much, though. We’d like to keep them for ourselves.” “Do you... Have any food? I haven’t eaten in a few days now...” Aaron asked. “If I could have something to eat then I’ll be on my way...” “We don’t have anything. I apologize,” Chronos said. “Maybe you’ll find something. Now it’s late, so I’d suggest you get going.” “Okay...” Aaron sighed. “Well, do you have flashlights or anything so I can see?” “We don’t. Here, just use this,” Chronos handed him a candle, and lit it with a match in one swift and annoyed motion. It was clear he didn’t want him here any longer. And Aaron could definitely tell he was overstaying his welcome. So, without any further argument, he thanked Chronos once again and headed out to find somewhere to stay. Seth had gone upstairs once Chronos was finished playing doctor, and arrived as Zeph sat himself on a bed impatiently. “Well, what was going on?” Zephyr asked. “’Dunno,” Seth shrugged. “Chronos yelling at Cider or something.” “Oh, yeah... ‘Guess I kinda figured,” Zephyr nodded. “I think Crow’s coming. Better hurry up and pretend you’re asleep,” Seth lied, as he disappeared into nothing. Zephyr quickly covered himself up and closed his eyes. As if he was playing along, Chronos headed upstairs and opened the door just a crack to check on Zephyr. As he saw it, he was still asleep. Satisfied, he headed off to a separate room to take a nap himself.

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Nothing Serious

Doc!Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Then can you please do something where doctor!Tom is the doctor who's going to operate his girl (idk, maybe something like kidney rocks? appendicitis is kinda turning into normal stuff here on tumblr) and he's there during the pre-operatory to comfort her, he's the last thing she sees before the anesthesia hit her and when she opens her eyes, he's also the first thing she sees?

Doctor AU!

For the last few days, you haven’t been feeling well.

In the beginning you thought that it was due to your period, and that is why your back and belly was in pain.

Even if your boyfriend, Tom, was a doctor, you didn’t tell him.

However you couldn’t hide it for long.

Since your symptoms got worse day after day. You woke up in the evening, having to pee badly, and your back was aching even worse now. However when you noticed blood in your urine, you knew something was bad.

You couldn’t speak to Tom since he had taken the night shift, so you decided to call the ambulance.

Since you were probably at the end of the list, the car got there after about half an hour. Which gave you enough time to pack a few things and for the pain to became unbearable.

When they finally did arrive, it was two boys, you knew them, since Tom was a good friend of theirs and you often met.

“Y/N? Okay, tell me where it hurts the most.” Harrison said.

“Here.” you said, pointing to your abdomen.

“Okay, is it possible that you are pregnant? The symptoms could be miscarriage as well.”

“What? No. I’m not pregnant, but please for the love of God, Harrison do something, it’s getting worse.”

“It’s kidney stones.” said Jacob behind Harrison. “The symptoms check out.” you looked at Jacob, in his paramedic suit, you wanted to punch him, he looked so proud of himself. And the pain you were feeling didn’t help at all.

“Okay, we are taking you in.”

***

In the car, Jacob was driving while Harrison was with you at the back. After he gave you some pain killers, the two of you had a chat.

“Did you tell him? Did you tell Tom?” you asked.

“No, we didn’t have the time, and it will be a “nice” surprise for him. And since he’s the best doctor, he will probably be the one to get those things out of you.”

“Thank you.” you said and he smiled at you. Although you were madly in love with Tom, you couldn’t deny the fact that Harrison was a very handsome man as well. But in your eyes, he had nothing on Tom.

***

When you got checked into the hospital, you got a nasty fever and you started vomiting as well. The nurses did everything they could. And when you were finally in bed, sleeping, you woke up to someone yelling.

“Where is she?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner that she was here!?”

Tom.

“We needed to stabilize her first, Doctor. And you weren’t available.” you heard him make a noise, you knew he wasn’t ready lecturing the nurses so you called out to him, because you knew, this way he’ll stop.

“Tom!” you knew, he heard you. A few seconds later, he was by your side, kissing and hugging you.

“Are you okay, Darling?”

“I’m much better now.” Tom let go of you for a second and went to check the board at the end of your bed. As he read silently, when he placed the thing back, you started to talk again.

“Harrison and Jacob brought me in. I woke up and the pain got worse and worse.”

“Yeah, kidney stones are no joke, Love. Now, I will need to operate and get those things out of you.”

“Isn’t there a law or something about doctors can’t operate their loved ones?” you asked with a smile.

“But I can be in the room.” he said, nodding to your question.

***

In the morning, they told you that they were ready and they will operate you. Dr. Zendaya will be the one to operate you.

You heard about her before, Tom told you stories about her and how amazing she was when it came to patients and surgeries. You even got jealous of her, Tom spoke so highly of her, you though she will want him for herself. But no, they were only friends and when you met her, it became clear. You didn’t have to worry.

So, when she came in to tell you about the process and explained what she will do, you felt comfortable with her. She was beautiful, smart and tall. When she left, you turned to Tom.

“If you won’t date her, I will.” you said. Tom started to laugh but when he realized that you were serious, his laughter died.

“My wife would leave me for a woman?” he asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

“Your wife, just saw possibly the most gorgeous human being on Earth.” he gave you a pout. “But I’m yours already, so maybe in another life.” you said and kissed his pouty lips. “I love you Tom.”

“Love you too, Sweetheart. And don’t ever joke about something like that!” all you could do was laugh at how serious he was.

***

“Tom, I’m scared.” you said. It was literally half an hour before your surgery and Tom was there to wait with you. Even if his shift was over, he still had his robe on, he didn’t have time to change, he wanted to be there for you every single minute.

“There’s nothing to worry about. It will all be fine. And when you wake up, I’ll be here to wait for you. And when we can finally go home, I’ll cook your favourite.”

After he calmed you down, he sat there and talked to you about your past. Bringing good memories up, like the first time you met, your first date, your first kiss, your first embarrassing moment and your wedding.

You loved to talk about your wedding. It was the happiest day of your life. Even if it wasn’t even a year ago.

You were happy that you found Tom and fell in love.

Not long after you were ready when the anesthesia kicked in. The last thing you remembered was Tom’s face.

And the first thing you saw when you came back to consciousness was Tom.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You are fine. Everything went well.” he explained but your head was dizzy and you could barely focus. “The effects will go down in a seconds, Love.” he explained.

And he was right. It really did go down. Zendaya came into the room and explained that everything went well and when you’ll be better, you can go home.

“Do you want to keep them?” she asked.

“Sorry?” you asked confused.

“Your stones. Some people take them home.”

“I-Can I look at them?” you were interested to say the least, but no way in hell will you take those home. They reminded you of great pain and suffering, and because of them Tom got worried as well.

“Sure.” she said and handed you a small bowl, in it was three stones one smaller than the other. “I’ll leave you to it.” she said and with that, she was out.

“These things came out of me?” you asked practically no one. But Tom answered.

“Yes. They must have really hurt. That’s considered to be a big one.” he said as he pointed to the biggest one.

“Throw them out, please. They make me want to puke. Just the thought…”

Tom did as he was told, like the perfect husband he is.

A few hours later, you were ready to go home. You were explained that you had to eat some specific food for the next few weeks, so they won’t appear again.

You were finally home. In your couch, in your man’s arms.

“I was really worried.” Tom said.

“I figured. You yelled at the nurses.” you laughed a little, and so did he.

“I’m just thankful that you are okay.” he said.

“You know, Harrison thought that I was having a miscarriage. And you should have seen Jacob’s face when he got the diagnosis right.”

“Yeah. It must have been funny. But, I’m just happy that it wasn’t anything that serious. I love you.”

“I love you too, Doctor.” you said as you kissed him.

You spent the rest of the day in his arms as you watched movies together.

Life couldn’t get better.

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keeroo92 · 5 years

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Be My Nightmare Ch2

Of Charcoal and Lust

Warnings for references to self-harm, mental illness and blood kink. Spicy at the end.

~~~Previous Chapter~~~

Word count - 4,048

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---Reader---

You spent the rest of the week with your other patients, but you couldn’t keep your thoughts away from V. He was an enigma, the kind of case you’d been waiting for. A killer, but with brains. Capable of planning, and trickery. He’d be a tough man to work with, a stark contrast to the boring tedium of the masses.

“Dr. Waras, are you listening?”

Speaking of…

You tapped your pen against your lips and met the eyes of your current patient, Ken Sinclair. Guilty of animal abuse but he blamed it on visions of the future. He also had a lovely tendency to believe every conspiracy theory known to man.

“Of course I am. Please, continue,” you replied.

He shifted his weight and stared at the floor. Evasion. You made a note.

“I… so the cat next door, he was going to start a revolution. I saw it.”

“What sort of revolution? How was the cat going to begin?”

Ken fidgeted, his fingers betraying his anxiety. Due to his enjoyment of conspiracies, the man was extremely slow to trust. You internally rolled your eyes.

“I’m truly curious. I have a cat myself, did you know that?”

A lie, but a harmless one. Ken smiled, his fingers relaxing at the reassuring tone of your voice. Child’s play.

“He was going to start with his owner, the guy worked for the CIA.”

You widened your eyes and made a note. It was possible the neighbor actually did work for the CIA, but most likely it was yet another delusion. Poor Ken had trouble telling the difference. He had potential, though. If he made enough progress he might someday get to go home.

But it was doubtful.

By the end of the session, you had heard enough quackery to last until next time. You waved to Ken as Aaron led him back to his room and checked your schedule to see which patient was next, even though you already knew. You’d been looking forward to this for days.

After your first meeting with him, his file proved a fascinating read. An art student from a prestigious university, he’d suddenly dropped out last year and vanished. His family searched for months but found no trace of the gifted artist. His whereabouts between then and the murders were hazy at best, only unconfirmed rumors or hearsay.

And the murders themselves were truly obscene. Details were sketchy on how he chose the family, but the scene was thoroughly documented. Blood so deep the cops wore galoshes, a mixture of his victims and several cows. The walls were painted with the crimson fluid, the wet dribbles still trailing to the kick molding. He’d used a nailgun to affix lengths of ropy intestines to his artwork as a frame, spearing a kidney and part of the child’s liver as focal points.

The bodies themselves were arranged in a gruesome tableau. The mother and father were stripped naked, splayed out for all to see on the couch. He hadn’t bothered trying to disguise where his blades had left their marks, choosing instead to draw attention to the young child strung up above her parents on the chandelier. The child had died first, her blood dripping into the heartbroken faces of her parents as he carved them up.

He didn’t gag them. The neighbors heard the keening wails but by the time the police arrived, he was licking the gristle from his fingertips and humming a piece of classical music. He’d welcomed the officers, offering bags for them to vomit into even as the man with the strongest stomach cuffed him.

The case never even made it to trial. He pled guilty with a smile, and the judge was all too happy to ship him off to an asylum based off his lawyer’s recommendation.

And now here he was, being led into your office by Kevin with a lidded gaze and a suggestive smirk. The orderly affixed the cuffs to the wall with a length of nylon rope, making sure V couldn’t reach you if you stayed at the desk. The young man saluted you and took his leave, and you were alone with the crazed murderer.

“How lovely to see you again, Y/N,” he purred. Even knowing his crimes, you couldn’t deny his voice held great allure. Again, you were struck by the waste of a life before you. He had so much potential, only to fall into madness.

“Hello again, V. How are you feeling today?”

You made it a point not to acknowledge the way he addressed you. To insist on him using your title would only show weakness, that his opinion of you held value. He could call you whatever he liked; you were the one in control here.

He smirked and pulled up his legs, sitting cross legged on the couch. “I’m well. Quite a treat to stretch my legs today. It’s almost a shame how close your office is.”

He’s reminding me of when I stretched his leg. Trying to set me off my game.

You smiled and made a note.

“True, maybe Kevin can take you for a walk after we’re finished.”

Asserting your control, telling him you held his fate in your hands. What fun he was already; the mind games alone were worth the wait.

“That would be nice.”

His eyes gleamed. He knew exactly what you were trying to do. Damn.

“Let’s get started.”

V licked his lips and gazed at you, his meaning clear. “Do let’s.”

You continued without missing a beat. “Here at Mundus Psychiatric, we have a three-pronged system to rehabilitate violent offenders. First off is medication. Dr. Malphas has you on Seroquel, and he’ll be in charge of your prescriptions based on my notes. He’ll meet with you personally once a month.”

You paused to give him a chance to ask any questions, but he only stared at you. On to the next section, then.

“Next, you’ll meet with me on a daily basis to work through any trauma or psychological issues. My job is to help you reach a healthy state of mind and to do that I need you to work with me.”

You paused again, giving the man a meaningful look. He licked his lips.

Right. On to the last one.

“The third approach involves creative catharsis. I imagine this will be of particular interest to you due to your background, but if you display signs of aggression or self-harm, this privilege will be revoked.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Art.”

His hands twitched and he inhaled sharply, his excitement clear. As you’d thought; this would be the way to reach him. You couldn’t help but be curious what he would create, especially without human remains to use as materials. Watching him at work could grant you insights otherwise hidden from view, and you slid open the lower drawer of your desk to pull out supplies with excitement.

---V---

The dull stub of charcoal was the most beautiful thing he’d seen in months. His mouth watered, his fingers twitching to outline the images in his mind. He could almost hear the scratching of the dark substance against paper. He couldn’t look away.

It occurred to him that this was a test, some menial attempt to gain new insights into his character. Yet he didn’t care. The urge was too strong and he didn’t hesitate as you arranged a sheet of paper on a clipboard and offered it to him with the nub of charcoal.

What to draw, that was the question. His first work in months, it had to be sublime. Something to celebrate the occasion.

Draw her, idiot.

He bit his lip to remain silent. It wouldn’t do to reveal Vergil to you, not yet. It was too early to introduce you to such thoughts. Still, he had a point.

Nothing inappropriate, mind you. A portrait. No blood or tears.

He sighed internally. How boring. The image of your face twisted in pain and pleasure, like Bernini’s Saint Teresa in Ecstasy was oh so tempting. He’d imagined it many times already, it would be lovely to bring the image to life.

Don’t be a fool.

He drew the first line. The shape of your face was simple, but how to arrange your features? What did your smile look like? Did your eyes crinkle?

His focused gaze shifted to meet yours. You were watching his every move, intent curiosity on every feature. Vergil had been right, you were paying far too much attention for him to indulge. Damn him.

“What’s her name?” you asked.

The truth was too risky, yet you’d have to be blind to not make the connection by the time he was finished. He had to avoid answering, then.

“Would you mind smiling for me? It’s been a long time since I saw happiness.”

You leaned back in your chair and made a note. He clenched his jaw, hating the reminder of the situation. How he craved the chance to connect without the framework of your profession. To do so was essential to your growth.

A warning growl sounded in his head, Shadow reminding him of his goals. Truly, she was the best of them all. He schooled his features into an expression of raw vulnerability, furrowing his brow and angling his head so the light reflected from his eyes. You tapped your pen against your lips and empathy bloomed in your stare.

Victory was sweet.

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt. Let’s keep talking while you work, too.”

He nodded and added another line, glancing between the paper and your face. Though you did smile, it seemed false. Forced. It gave him what he needed to add lips, but to get the eyes right he needed to see you laugh.

“What shall we talk about?”

You hummed and he added the shadow cast by your nose.

“Let’s start with what happened between you leaving school and the murders.”

He smirked. Could you have given him a better opening? Doubtful.

“Oh, is that all?” he replied, injecting his voice with all the sarcasm he could muster. You tried to hide it, but you were amused. He saw the glint of humor in your eyes as you fought to restrain a chuckle. Perfect, just what he needed. He began outlining your eyes.

“Unless you’d rather tell me more about Griffon.”

He hummed and pondered his choices. It was always an option to remain silent, but that would do nothing to further his goals. He chose the safer of the two subjects and tilted his head, comparing the sketch with reality. Sufficient, considering the circumstances.

“I spent a great deal of time wandering, observing humanity in action. Planning my masterpiece.”

You made a note. He added a few lines to your brows, darkening them to his liking.

“So you knew in advance what you were going to do?”

He smirked and ran a thumb over the brows to smudge them. Perfection. “Only vaguely.”

Another note. It was becoming distracting. He held the clipboard higher, blocking his line of sight to focus.

“Tell me more about your masterpiece.”

Careful.

He could speak on it for hours, but he needed to be cautious. How to frame his thoughts so they didn’t seem too outlandish? He wasn’t unaware of how far from the norm his reality was; far from it. But it wasn’t his fault the world was blind.

“It was meant to be a statement on humanity’s focus on innocence and virtue, and how foolish it is. Naivete should not be praised, it should be excised. It is weakness to intentionally keep blinders on and block out the pain of reality.”

You chuckled. He’d never heard the sound before and closed his eyes to memorize it. It would sound all the more lovely if you were by his side, blade in hand.

“You have a point, though your methods seem extreme. Why not try something less drastic first?”

“The gentler the approach, the fewer people it reaches and the duller its impact. I had to be drastic to make my message clear.”

He shaded the strands of your hair. Such a beautiful color, it would be divine in red.

“I think I understand. You had to be bold to be heard.”

His lips twisted into a smirk. You really did show great promise. He should reward you. Another morsel, just a taste of what he had to offer.

“Exactly. Think of all the great artists. They were great for many reasons but chief among them was nerve. Have you studied art history?”

You shook your head and remained silent, waiting for him to elaborate. He allowed himself a moment of self-satisfaction – so far, he had played this perfectly.

“Write this down and do some research. Rubens’ Massacre of the Innocents. Rembrandt’s Blinding of Samson. Caravaggio’s Judith Beheading Holofernes. Titian’s Flaying of Marsyas. Art is full of examples of violence and the macabre. Several artists have even used human remains as subjects.”

He paused, letting you finish taking down his referrals. It was difficult to limit his choices to only the few, but there would be time to show you more. First, you must see his perspective. He added the final touches to the portrait of you and added a dark V to the bottom right corner with a smile.

“Why do you think that is? That some artists paint such darkness while others don’t.”

He scoffed. “Those whose art reflects traditional beauty are skilled, I cannot deny that. But they are limited. Only through pain and suffering do we grow, only through torment do we reach truth. They are distracted by worldly appeals and though their work is pleasing, it offers no deeper meaning. The purpose of art is to guide the viewer to a better understanding of reality. How can that happen if the viewer is subjected only to pleasantness?”

You pursed your lips. Had he gone too far? Perhaps an example would help you see. A contrast. He wiped the dust from his hands, leaving black stains on his plain linens.

“May I have another piece of paper?”

Within moments, his hand was flying across a fresh sheet. Powerful strokes left dark lines behind as he furiously sketched, using his own face so as not to alarm you. He added tear tracks and small drops of fluid oozing from thin lines. The eyes showed fear and rage, a tempest of emotion in black and white. A few careful smudges and the drawing was complete. He held out both to you and waited.

“These are incredible… You have true talent, V.”

Your eyes were wide, lips parted in awe at his meager efforts. He could do so much better. How would you react to a piece created with more intent, more thought behind it? Images of you flooded his mind, worshipful and obedient to his whims. He shifted his weight to ease the ache in his cock at the thought of sketching your lips covering his length, blood leaking from your mouth to drip on his thighs.

Focus. Be patient.

He pulled at the nylon cord anchoring him to the wall, taking all the slack available to rest his hands in his lap and subtly rub himself. It sent him reeling to be able to touch himself at last. He bit his cheek to withhold a moan as his thumb caressed the ridge of his head, the fabric sticking to his slit from his arousal.

Your eyes lifted and he forced his hands to lie still. Such torture, to have relief so near and yet so far. He licked his lips.

“Do you see now? Do you understand?”

You sighed and set the drawings aside. He didn’t miss the way your eyes lingered on the page featuring his own face twisted in agony. Something soft tinted your face and you cleared your throat before turning to face him once more. He shifted his hips again.

“I understand your perspective, though I’m not sure I agree with it. Art serves many purposes to many people. Who am I to judge what its true role is?”

A safe answer. She begins to see but refuses to admit it.

It was enough. For now. He leaned back and relaxed his posture, wondering what you would ask next. With the progress so far, perhaps he could be more cooperative with his answer.

“When did Griffon first speak to you?”

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His art was remarkable. The raw emotion in the charcoal astounded you and you struggled to refocus. Watching him work gave you a new appreciation for his looks, too. The focus and intensity of his eyes as he added line after line, the intimacy of the way he asked for a smile, the movements of his lithe fingers… it was beautiful to behold.

It was a testament to your training and professionalism that you didn’t react when he started fondling himself. He wasn’t the first patient to indulge sexual desires in your office, but he was by far the most attractive. You pursed your lips and adjusted your legs, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your belly. It made you feel unclean to have such a strong reaction and yet it refused to diminish.

This man will be the end of me if I’m not careful.

So, you steered the conversation into safer waters, back to something that was less likely to arouse his passions. He clenched his jaw and his fingers twitched as if to rub his length again, and you hastily looked elsewhere as he answered.

“Early May, just under a year ago.”

You made a note. “Does Griffon speak to anyone else?”

He smirked and his eyes gleamed. It sent a tremor of anticipation through you to see the hunger in his gaze.

“Not yet.”

Yet? That’s unusual.

You made a note just as a gentle tap sounded from the door. Kevin was back to take V to his room. The time had passed so quickly you hadn’t noticed. You mentally shook yourself and gave V a smile.

“Looks like we’re out of time for today.”

“May I make a request?”

You paused. From the way he still gripped the charcoal, you had a guess as to what he wanted. It wasn’t unreasonable to allow him to keep the nub and send him off with a few sheets of paper, but it was decidedly against protocol. Regardless, you had to hear him out.

“Of course.”

He held up the charcoal. “May I take this with me, and some paper? It’s dreadfully boring to sit in that room with nothing to do.”

Another gentle tap and the door opened. Kevin walked over with a smile, waiting for the go-ahead to release the artist. You sighed. If only it were up to you.

“I’ll talk to Dr. Malphas about it on your behalf. We’ll see,” you replied, reaching out to take the charcoal away. He didn’t fight you, but the sadness in his eyes almost stopped you in your tracks. There was one thing you could grant him. Hopefully it would bridge the gap.

“Kevin, take him for a lap around the building to stretch his legs. You won’t be difficult, will you V?”

He shook his head and smirked. Kevin shrugged and untied the nylon cord, leading V away. The moment the door closed, you let out a deep sigh, slumping in your chair.

As far as first sessions normally went, this had been a home run. You’d gained more information than you expected, seen a facet of the man you knew was integral to his recovery. Maintained the balance of power and given him a reward. You’d done your job.

So why did you feel so conflicted?

---V---

The walk was a blessed gift and he savored every step. He also made it a point to note the security gates and location of the stairwell, creating a map in his mind for future use. As Kevin led him back toward his room, he requested a pit stop. His room didn’t have a toilet, due to concerns of self-harm.

As Kevin retreated behind the transparent panel, giving him the barest semblance of privacy, he grinned. It was all too easy to conjure images to fuel his need and within a few pumps he was fully hard. He angled his body to hide his activity and let himself imagine it was your slim hand wrapped around him.

He closed his eyes and wondered how tight you were, whether you’d gasp as he sank inside you. The couch in your office was the perfect size, was it bolted to the floor or could he make it move? He bit his lip to keep from groaning, mind full of all the ways he’d decorate your flesh with bruises and bite marks. You’d be ethereal with a few tasteful splashes of blood and his cum leaking from your lips.

His hand quickened along with his panting as he thought about claiming you as his own, leaving this accursed place behind and finding somewhere to hone his craft and teach you all he knew. He would set you free and share his every creation with you. If you desired it, he’d use the bodies of his chosen to show you how he’d fuck you until you bled. His hands would stifle any cries so as not to spoil the mood as he held your sweet gaze and pounded into another. Would you touch yourself? Would you want a turn?

He couldn’t suppress his drawn out whine as he exploded. Hot ropes of white spewed from his tip as he quivered his release, hand coaxing every last drop into open air. His hips rolled forward, smacking against his palm in a poor approximation of his plans for you.

After a moment to catch his breath, he opened his eyes to judge his work. Evidence of his release coated the wall behind the toilet, crossing over the porcelain into the urinal. It was a shame he had to leave it behind, but he’d have other chances. He hummed and licked his fingers clean, another surge of lust pulsing inside him as he imagined your tongue on his flesh. Would you enjoy the salty flavor?

He had faith.

“Almost done?” Kevin called out. He’d forgotten the simpleton was watching.

“Almost.”

He relieved himself quickly, knowing he wouldn’t get another chance for a while. A hasty wash of his hands and he rejoined the orderly with a satisfied smile.

The man escorted him to his room in silence, hooking his wrists and ankles into the bed once more without meeting his eyes. It was easy to figure out why – he must have seen V’s gratuitous self-indulgence. The artist smirked as Kevin turned to leave, but he paused at the door.

“Next time you do that, can you keep the mess contained? I have to go clean it now.”

V bared his teeth in a grin. “Apologies.”

Kevin shuffled his feet. “I don’t care if you need to do it, just… you know.”

Oh for heaven’s sake, have mercy on the fool.

“Hush, Vergil! I’ll be more mindful next time.”

“Thanks,” Kevin replied, and finally left him in peace.

He replayed every frame of his session with you, analyzing your reactions. It was a promising start, but he still needed to tread carefully. He couldn’t afford to show his hand too early or all would be lost. Your curiosity and logic would be points in his favor, but you had a long way to go before you were his equal.

And Kevin… the man might turn out to be an ally. The dolt had limited usefulness, but he wasn’t so arrogant as to ignore possible assets. He had plenty to offer, just not intelligence.

Hours passed and his mind grew restless. It truly was infuriating to be restrained like this, with nothing to occupy his thoughts except his current predicament. He tugged at the leather periodically, but he lacked the strength to break free. When he saw you next he could bring it up, but that was ages away. How to pass the time?

He shifted his weight and smirked. A few delicious ideas came to mind.

~~~Next Chapter~~~

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Sometimes Beginnings Start With Goodbye Part V- Meridoc

This is a TRR AU fan fic inspired by the Choices book series The Royal Romance All rights and many thanks are given to Pixelberry Studios for the use of their characters. This fic is written for my friend @tornbetween2loves it started as a birthday fic and has expanded. Please read these stories in order or they won’t make sense. The series links can be found in my Masterlist. There will be more parts to this series. Featuring: King Liam, Drake Walker, Dr. Marissa Ardes, Dr. Meridoc Finn Rating: M - Mature themes, Serious illness, Hospital setting Word count: close to 3000 Warnings: depictions of depression, hospitalization, and life threatening illness Tagging: @tornbetween2loves @gardeningourmet @kennaxval @stopforamoment @bobasheebaby @cora-nova @indiacater @hopefulmoonobject @drakewalkerwhipped @carabeth @darley1101 @furiousherringoperatortoad

Dr. Meridoc Finn looked over the letter again. Dear Meri,

I’ve got a case I need your help with and I think you might be interested in. Drake Walker is the patient. He’s the King of Cordonia’s best friend and I’m currently treating him for Sepsis and Wernicke-Korsakoff. He’s 29, Meri, lives in the Royal Palace. I’ve got a waiting room full of people who care about him but for some reason he doesn’t seem to really want to live. King Liam wants his rehab done at the palace rather than a rehab center. He’s actually fairly physically fit. Sepsis was from a dirty splinter, it’s Tetanus and not MRSA which is what I was fearing before we got the results. His mom has serious depression and I suspect that he may have a similar issue. His brain activity looks like he may be aware but he’s not responding. I know you were studying Rehabilitative Psychology as well as your Physical Therapy work. The King needs someone who can direct setting up the facilities needed for Mr. Walker’s rehab. I told him you’re the best in the world and he asked me to contact you. I advised King Liam that you were currently tending your dad and that he would need to make accommodations for you to continue to be able to do that if he wanted to retain you. He seemed amenable. Best guess is Mr. Walker is going to be in hospital for three to four weeks. I haven’t looked over the palace facilities but if they have to do any construction they don’t have long. Give me a call when you get this and I’ll put you in touch. Marissa

Six months ago she had resigned her position as head of the Rehabilitative Physical Therapy department at The National Rehabilitation Hospital in Dublin to take care of her dadai after the wreck that took her mom. He was certainly doing better with her there but she was getting more restless by the day. She had gone from working 18 to 20 hour 4 on/3 off weeks coordinating teams of doctors working treatments for dozens of patients both in and out of hospital to taking care of her apartment, her dog, and her dadai and the small garden she’d planted on the terrace of her apartment. To keep busy she’d repainted her apartment twice and was planning on repainting it again. She’d refinished her coffee table, her rocking chair, her bed. Started making clothes until she filled up both their wardrobes and started making them to give away. For income she’d made a deal with the National University of Ireland to teach online courses. As part of her agreement with them they also provided her with full access to any medical or medicinal related book available.

A six month “working vacation” at the Cordonian Royal Palace might be just what she and her dadai needed.

Both women stood only to drop into curtseys as King Liam entered the small, tidy office of Dr. Marissa Ardes Head of Critical Care. Liam gave them the slightest of smiles and took the unoccupied seat that he thought must be Dr. Ardes’ desk chair that she had graciously given up for this meeting. He knew the other woman must be Dr. Meridoc Finn. But he really wasn’t prepared for the four foot ten ‘lil orphan Annie’ all grown up who also happened to be one of the top Rehabilitative Physical Therapist with additional certifications in Psychology in Europe if not the world.

“Your Majesty, it is my pleasure to present my friend and colleague Dr. Meridoc Finn. Dr. Finn, it is my honor to introduce you to His Majesty King Liam of Cordonia.”

Liam nodded. “Thank you for coming Dr. Finn. Please let us dispense with the formalities. I’m not here as the king. I’m here as Drake Walker’s brother. He is the brother of my heart, and I…” He closed his eyes and swallowed a moment as his voice broke. “I need to know, to be certain, that we are doing everything possible to, to get him through this.”

Dr. Finn was studying him with the darkest blue eyes he’d ever encountered. “Aye, we’re all in accord on that Sir. The thing is to determine how that’s best accomplished. I understand your desire to have him in the palace for his rehabilitation. And we can certainly make a list of all the equipment that is needed, some of which you likely already have in place if you have a gym and a pool.” She looked at him and frowned.

“But there is something more going on here, Sir. I’ve read his files. I do agree with Dr. Ardes; I believe that he is aware. The question is what is the cause of his non-responsive behavior? I mean no offense Sir, but am I correct in my understanding that Mr. Walker has been residing in the palace for many years; but in the last year his drinking escalated?”

Liam frowned looking pained. “That is what I’ve been told.”

She looked at him silently until he dropped his eyes and continued quietly. “The last year has been very hectic for the Crown. Our royal duties have demanded more attention than we would wish. I have not spent nearly as much time as I would like with Drake, or any of my friends to be honest.”

Meridoc studied the young king. She could see the concern and stress and knew that he did care for his friend. Her voice was gentle, “Sir would you mind telling me about yourself and Mr. Walker’s relationship? How you became friends? What your friendship is like? Have you any insight to share regarding what may have caused his break?”

“We were young, six or seven I guess. We are only a few months apart in age. Drake is older. His dad took the job as head of the king’s guard. He wasn’t happy about moving here. He didn’t really trust me until I took the blame when he got caught with one of the guards tasers. I knew he would get in much worse trouble than I would so I said that I took it wanting to show off to him. From then on we were close.” Liam frowned and ran his hands through his sandy curls.

He looked at Meridoc a long moment and sighed. “Honestly Doctor Finn, I… I feel like I failed Drake. We both fell in love with Giselle. We talked about it. Agreed that she would have to choose between us but that no matter what; we would still be best friends. We would still be there for each other.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and wiped a tear off his cheek. “It was my honest intention. But I got swept up in the insanity going on in the world. Trying to do what was best for the country. Trying to be, somehow even in my absence a good husband for Giselle. And I knew Giselle loved Drake like a brother. And she knew she had hurt him when she picked me. Instead of being supportive I think, I can only imagine, it felt like I was dismissive.

Giselle worried that if she tried to be close to Drake it would only make things worse especially if the press learned that they were socializing when I was out of the country. For Drake it must have seemed that we had both abandoned him. And I know…” Liam looked anguished.

“… Drake’s mom abandoned him and his sister. After his dad was killed in the line of duty she had a breakdown. It was bad. Bastien took over raising Him and Savannah. Bastien did a stellar job but I know his mom leaving them was devastating for Drake.” Liam shook his head and wept.

He didn’t really see the looks exchanged by the doctors.

Finally, Meridoc spoke gently, “Sir, I don’t know your friend. What you’ve told us certainly is pertinent to his mental state. That said, Mr. Walker is an adult. You did not make these choices for him. It is Not your fault what has happened.

I have not seen him yet. What I would like to do is to spend a week assessing him. At the end of the week I will give you my decision about whether I think I can do him any good. I will give you a list of equipment we will need to be able to work his rehab at the palace. Will this work for you?”

Liam looked at both doctors the devastation clear in his eyes. “I will do anything I can, whatever I can to get my friend’s life back. Please help me?”

“Sir,” Meridoc looked at him steadily. “let us begin then. If you would be willing to introduce me to him I would appreciate it.”

Liam nodded and stood. Both doctors stood as he did. Dr. Ardes asked, “If I may. Would you follow me Sir? I would like to observe if that would be okay Dr. Finn?”

Meridoc nodded; and followed Dr. Ardes and the King to the ICU. Dr. Finn and Liam got smocked up but Dr. Ardes told them she would observe through the window. Meridoc and Dr. Ardes went to the central station and looked at Drake’s file and the monitors in the station quietly discussing lab results and looking at print outs from the EEG. Finally Meridoc went over to Liam looking through the window at the cocooned body of his friend.

“Your Majesty… Sir, his charts are showing improvement. They have him wrapped up because the dialysis tends to chill you. But his kidneys are showing response. That’s actually excellent news from where he was a day ago even. He’s responding to the targeted antibiotics and his blood counts look a lot better. “

Liam looked down into her earnest sapphire eyes. “Why do you think he won’t respond, Dr. Finn?”

She studied the scruffy face, the unruly chestnut hair, and thought about the file on the man who seemed to be waging a lifelong war between his desire for independence and his sense of duty. She turned back to Liam and met his gaze levelly.

“My highly unprofessional gut feeling is that he’s tired of giving up or giving in.”

Liam felt gut punched. He shook his head. “Pardon? I don’t understand.”

“I could be wrong.” She looked back at Drake. “I read his file. I listened to you talk about him. It seems to me that every relationship he’s in seems to follow a pattern of codependency. He’s used to the role of caregiver. And all his life he has sacrificed himself for the welfare and benefit of those he loves.

When these things happen and a caregiver winds up helpless they often don’t react well. They are frequently guilt ridden and mortified as those who they’ve cared for in the past come visit. It’s almost like a priest in a confessional listening to everyone they love apologize for a lifetime of taking them for granted. Unable physically to care for others they fall into a depressive spiral feeling useless.” She looked back at Liam. “Being unresponsive can be a response you know. It just doesn’t suit our needs. I think at this moment it may suit his.” She frowned.

“Sir, I could be really wrong about this. And we need to figure out if he’s being willfully unresponsive or if he is mentally impaired and has forgotten how to respond. Wernicke-Korsakoff Syndrome can lead to severe speech, coordination, and cognitive impairment.

I would like to try something if you are willing. I would like for you to introduce me just as though he were responsive. Introduce me and then go join Dr. Ardes for a few minutes. I would like to talk with him.”

Liam gave her a curious look but nodded. Then he opened the door for her. Her eyes widened her mask covered her startled smile as the king opened the door for her.

Liam looked at her as they approached the bed and she nodded at him.

“Hello Drake, I would like to introduce Dr. Meridoc Finn. She’s from Ireland and a friend of Dr. Ardes. Dr Finn, this is my best friend, Drake Walker.”

Meridoc carefully took one of Drake’s hands and gave him a firm handshake. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Walker. I hope you don’t mind that I have asked his Majesty to let me speak with you privately for a few minutes.” As Meridoc went to set his hand down he squeezed her hand. Her eyes widened but Liam was looking at Drake and didn’t notice. She turned to look at the window where Dr. Ardes was standing and nodded. Dr. Ardes smiled.

“Your Majesty if you could give us a few minutes I would appreciate it.”

“Of course Dr.” Liam gently stroked the covers over Drake’s shoulder. “I’ll be back in a bit Drake. Don’t tell the doctor too many of our secrets.”

After Liam left Meridoc smiled at Drake and went to the foot of the bed. “I’m sorry to be meetin’ you under these circumstances Mr. Walker. Would you mind if I lower you a wee bit? I didn’t do such a fine job of growin’ and wound up on the short side of things.” She went to the bed controls at the foot of the bed and pushed a button that lowered the whole bed carefully watching to be certain none of his connecting cords or IV lines got tangled. Then she went back up to stand next to him taking his hand again. “I hope this is okay.”

He squeezed her hand again.

“I’m a doctor of Physical Therapy and my friend Dr. Ardes thought I might be able to be of service. Your friend the King there, well he’s busy growing some gray hairs worrying about you. Fact is you have a lot of friends wearing out the chairs in the waiting room. Anyway, the King wants you to have the option of doing your rehab in the palace rather than here if you are amenable to that. Ach, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I have this suspicion that no one has really told you what happened and why you are here….”

He drifted in an endless sea of darkness, and noise, and pain.

He thought he might be dead but surly if he was it wouldn’t be so loud, and there wouldn’t be so much pain.

He was cold, achingly cold and bound, and tired so, so terribly, terribly tired.

They were talking to him. He heard their voices through the pounding rush of his blood running through his body every nerve burning, every joint so painful he wanted to scream but he couldn’t, somehow his body had become a thing of torture hurting and not responding to his will.

There wasn’t any time in this prison. Just periodically some new agony, some new torment washed over him, inescapable.

He was thirsty. His mouth so dry he thought this must be what being a mummy felt like.

He realized that something had changed. Everything seemed muted a little, the pain, the noise, even the darkness somehow seemed a little lighter. He was still bone cold. Still tired.

Then he heard Liam’s voice. Introducing him to a doctor like they were at some social function. He focused on the words trying to anchor himself out of the dark vortex that was always trying to suck his awareness away. “…friend, Drake Walker.” A soft hand was taking his in a firm and gentle handshake. Somehow, somehow he held it. It hurt. But he focused on it and held on like it was a hand extended to him in the bottom of a pit he couldn’t find his way out of.

There was a voice he didn’t know, soft and clear, with a lilt that gave it the quality of a sweet song softly sung. It pulled him further from the darkness. She was saying something and he was trying to remember what the words meant. Then he was moving somehow.

Her hand was there again. She was telling him more things. He knew the words but couldn’t put the meanings to all of them.

He needed to see her. Needed to see her.

Meridoc studied him as he continued to squeeze her hand holding it almost like he was afraid to let it go. She squeezed it back gently. “I’m not going anywhere. You are going to be fine. Are you tryin’ to wake up a bit, Mr. Walker?” She saw his eyes move under his lids. “I’m going to touch your eyes a little and see if that helps you. Just squeeze my hand a bit more if you want me to stop.”

With her right hand she carefully, carefully stroked across his eyelids. A little more movement and he groaned.

“I know. It’s really hard. But you are doing so much better.” she cooed softly to him.

Somehow she could feel the struggle in him. Knew he was fighting to respond the best he could. He was so young to be in such shape she thought. She reached across him with her free hand and squeezed the call button.

Dr. Ardez opened the door popping her head in. “Do you need assistance Dr. Finn?”

Meridoc smiled, “I think I need a chair. He’s trying to respond. I may be here awhile. He doesn’t seem inclined to let go of my hand.”

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littlemonstersau-blog · 5 years

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The Feels Awaken, Part 3: A New Hope (for Friendship)

Written by @jkl-fff, illustrated by me

PART I - PART II [Interlude] - PART III - PART IV [Interlude] - PART V [FINAL] (you are here)

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A new day dawned then waxed then began to wane, but Ford and Bill hardly noticed. A manic, obsessive energy (plus an unhealthy amount of coffee and sugar) kept them focused throughout their self-appointed task. Such is often the case for the kind of people who feel the need to write to right a wrong in the world. Not all heroes wear capes, after all; some wear turtlenecks and trenchcoats, some wear paper-based clones of teenage boys produced through unholy abominations of SCIENCE!.

… For that matter, not all heroes are particularly heroic; some are morally ambiguous straddlers of the line between antihero and antivillain, some are demonic chaos gods who (quite frankly) still wonder how in the 79 Hells they found themselves in this position.

In the end, though it did take more than the one night, they still finished in just over 16 hours. The plot outline came in at just over 18 pages, which they tidily stacked together on the table and declared to be more than adequate … before passing out on the carpet. Facefirst.

When Bill next regained consciousness, he was in his attic bed and morning light was streaming through the window. His mouth tasted like an abandoned prison for criminally insane chalk and his head felt like the internal turmoil of a buzzsaw having an existential crisis. It was a pain that was anything but hilarious; it was the sugared caffeine hangover equivalent of nuclear fallout … Mouthwash fixed the first problem. The second took an adult dosage of aspirin, a lot of water, and deliberate manipulation of many of the clonesuit’s normally automatic processes for a full eight minutes. And even then, not completely.

“Guess I can’t pilot one of these things through 36+ hours of no sleep on a gallon of coffee … Not if I wanna be able to still maneuver it the next day without crashing every ten feet into a wall or the floor, at least,” he grumbled to himself. “Major design flaw … Can’t believe they got evolutionarily approved for mass production with such weak durability …”

Downstairs in the kitchen, Stan greeted him jovially enough. “Stancakes are up, and so are you, it seems. How you feelin’ today?”

“Honestly, confused,” Bill graveled, his clonesuit throat still raw. “I can get longterm possession of a meatbag leading to me—y’know, the real me—developing emotions and physical cravings and other … gross, brain-mush junk like that. Neurochemistry is basically just an addictive habit, like how people respond to hearing the question ‘What is love?’—”

“Baby, don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me no more,” Stan mumbled automatically.

“Exactly. But what I don’t get is why the real me is also feeling this coffee and sugar hangover. No joke: I tried leaving my clonesuit to get away from it, but it followed me. How is that fair? And, yeah, existence isn’t fair,” Bill interjected before Stan automatically could. “But still …”

Like the benevolent and experienced sage he was (more or less), Stan chuckled to himself. Then, laying a companionable arm around Bill’s shoulders, he leaned in and whispered the truth as grimly as Death itself, “You can outrun your sins, but you can never outrun a hangover.”

“W-wha?”

“Some say if you never stop drinkin’, it’ll never catch up with you. But they are fools. Sooner or later, all things must sleep—sooner or later, all who drink must suffer.”

“Uh … K-kinda freakin’ me out here.” Bill tried to lean away, but Stan’s hold was inescapable. “And, just sayin’, I’m kinda responsible for making most of the 79 Hells as freaky as they are.”

“Heed my warning, child.”

“I’m heeding! I’m heeding! Elder Gods, Stan, the only one who’s supposed to give people nightmares around here is me …”

Straightening up, Stan went back to the stove to continue what passed for cooking with him. “Once you’re done eatin’, by the way, I gotta plate for you to take down to Ford. He prob’ly needs some food and water more ‘n you do.”

Between mouthfuls of food, Bill said, “Yeah, sure … You seen what we wrote, by the way?”

“Yeah. It’s not bad at all. I’d def’nitely go see movies like that. Might even pay my own money for it, too. Heh … Even Soos admitted the storylines are better. Haven’t seen him that downcast ‘bout anything in a while, either. Looked as painful for him as cutting out his own kidney. Might have to do something nice for him soon just to make up for it,” Stan added to himself.

“Huh … Yeah, maybe …” Bill chewed on his breakfast, almost starting to maybe feel guilty. Then, when he finished, he put his dishes in the sink, picked up what was meant for Ford, and took it down to the lab.

Ford, as usual, was at his desk. He was hunched over with a pen, which was also fairly usual. However, and this was very unusual, all his notes and Journals had been pushed into a corner—neatly stacked, but well out of the way. Close to hand, as if for quick reference, was actually their Cosmos Conflicts storyline.

Bill cleared his throat. “Brought some breakfast for ya from Stan.” He set it on the desk, but away from any of the papers (just in case). “How you feeling? I woke up with a caffeine hangover I couldn’t escape even when I left my body. Er, clonsuit. Whatever. Same dif.”

“… I didn’t really sleep very deeply,” Ford eventually replied, his voice as hoarse as Bill’s. “Ergo, I can’t really say I woke up with such a hangover, but I’m suffering one all the same.”

“Yeesh, that sucks. Taken anything? Had some water and some food? That helped me.”

“Some water and aspirin, yes, though I’m not sure I could keep much food down … I suppose I ought to try, anyway.”

“If you feel more rotten than a two-week-old apple core, why are you working?” Bill asked, sliding the plate closer.

“I’m not really working, per se,” Ford answered guiltily. “Just … sketching. Some stuff. For what we came up with.”

Bill’s eyes lit up with interest. “Ooo! Really? Can I see? Please?”

For a moment, Ford’s jaw worked. As though trying to control himself.

“It’s okay,” Bill said hurriedly, though unable to fully contain his disappointment. “I get it. I’ll leave you al—”

A couple pages’ worth of images (some rough sketches, some little more than absent doodles, and some rather intricate and detailed) were thrust at the Demon. “Here. Can’t see any harm in you looking at them, anyway, so …” Ford mumbled. Without looking up, he cut in to his food. “Was just doing this since I’m too awake and restless to just not do anything, but too … wooly in the head, I suppose you could say, to do any productive work.”

Bill poured over them, delighting in the imaginative whimsy of them. Most were of characters from the prequels, though with distinctive touches—touches reflecting their own collaboration (such as Otherkin in a stained pilot’s attire, Imdolledupa aiming ruthlessly with a blaster, and Jelived Knights wearing a different style of clothing from Jelived Sentinels or Jelived Healers). But some were very different, especially among the doodles. “Ha! You made a Soos Wookie!”

Ford couldn’t resist smiling. “Soosbacca. Co-pilot to Stan Solo.”

“In their spaceship, the Mystery Falcon, right? Is Melody a Wookie, too?”

“Huh … That’s not a bad idea, actually. I was having a hard time seeing how to fit her in, since she isn’t really the Princess Leia type.”

“But Mabel and—pff!—Dipper are?” Bill snorted, pointing to where they were both sketched with the iconic braids wrapping around their ears. “Both of them together?”

“Well, they’re also both Luke, since I couldn’t really pick who fit which roll better.”

“Two sets of the twins running around, huh?” Bill murmured, though he was really thinking about two Dippers (and they weren’t running around, either—they were very much not running). “… And Wendy’s Lando, I see. Am I Yoda, since I’m the most triangular or everybody, and the right size?”

“Uh …” Ford hesitated.

“Pff, it’s alright, I can already see 3PO and R2 are both me.”

Lamely, the Weirdologist explained, “Because you’re shiny. That’s the extent of the logic.”

“You gonna do any more sketches?”

“Assuming I can keep breakfast down, probably,” Ford said around a mouthful. “It’s … distracting. And fun. And relaxing, too. Helps to pass the time on a down day like this.”

“Um … M-mind if I stay and watch? Please?” Bill almost begged. “Y’know how much I love watching you meatbags make art.”

“… Oh, fine,” Ford relented. Because what was the harm in being nice to the Demon? Ford didn’t have to trust him for that. “Just don’t make any noise. My head aches enough as it is.”

Bill mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key before pulling up a chair and settling himself comfortably beside Ford. The only time he broke his silence after that was to ask Ford if he wanted more water, and to assert that the others would get a kick out of seeing these sketches (“especially Soos … the Twins, too, though we’d have to text ‘em a photo of ‘em, or mail the whole project to ‘em to see …”).

All in all, it turned out to be a rather nice day for both of them together.

#little monsters au #the feels awaken #bipper #stanford #bill cipher #writing #fanfiction #please excuse the dopey ass looking star wars sketches #also omfg this is finished finallyyyy #submission

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bangtan-bi · 6 years

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Silver lining

Being a modern nymph, you find yourself in all kinds of situations. This time, however, it’s a particularly fishy one and there doesn’t seem to be any easy way out of it. But you assume fate has thrown you a lifeline when you meet Kim Taehyung, a popular idol with eccentric taste, in a pet shop. Could it be more than a coincidence?

Chapters: [01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07]

Pets (07)

You had never slept better. Rich people's mattresses were no joke. You definitely had to invest in one when you got money. Of course, assuming you found money on the street, as you were a broke college student.

Ah...

'But it's so soft...' You rolled on to your back and sighed.

'How much can I sell a kidney for?' You wondered. Was it worth it? Well, you could pend time in the comfy bed after the surgery so there was that.

Usually, waking up in a foreign apartment resulted in a much more panicked attitude. Right now, you would probably be picking up your clothes from the floor, sneakily dressing and tiptoeing out of the door. However, that wasn't the case when the bed was empty except for you, your borrowed clothes were neatly arranged on a chair and the scent of fresh ground up coffee was filling your lungs. Ah! And to think you could have been in a cold cell now, waiting for a trial! Life was truly strange.

As you got up, you winced. The cuts still hurt. Jin had done a good job, but he was no miracle worker.

Yet, as your toes got immersed in a very fluffy carpet, it seemed like it had been worth it. Seemed. You still had to see about that.

You put on the clothes Yoongi had, surprisingly, lent you last night. He was the closest to your frame so the pants were just a tad long. You were grateful for them being baggy, as the boy was definitely skinnier than you. The shirt was also nice, even though you were dressed way darker than you used to. But you were obviously not complaining. You didn’t have many opportunities to be this fashionable first thing in the morning.

'I wonder why's that?'

Well, it’s not like you tried that hard. Usually, when you had courses early dressing up was the last thing on your mind.You shrugged it off and left for the kitchen.

In front of the guest bedroom you had slept in was J-hope's room. Music could be heard from inside, so you assumed they didn't have anything scheduled for this morning. You would have gone and asked him if he was alright after fainting last night, but you assumed that was crossing way too many boundaries. Letting you sleep here had been more than nice from them. Talking to you didn't have to be included. After all, you could have been a killer with great storytelling skills for all they knew. J-hope was probably scared enough of you already, and you didn't want to give him any more reasons for that. Sure, yesterday he might have "dozed off", as he excused himself after Jin slapped him awake, but you didn't buy it. Whatever, meeting a mythological being who’s got killing someone as their goal would sound pretty disconcerting to anyone.

You groaned loudly as you headed for the living room.

What would you do now?

You had to return to your own life. To your apartment, to your major, to your weekly kdramas. Yet, after everything that had happened yesterday, your daily life sounded awfully boring. This whole experience had passed like a dream... Or a nightmare, at times. But you couldn't deny meeting your favorite band was neat. And sleeping in their house. And talking to them. And wearing one's clothes. You hugged your form clothed in Yoongi's silky shirt. Damn! It was so soft! Now you had to invest in a new mattress AND a silky shirt. Not the same as this one, of course. It could probably buy you a whole bed.

As you entered the living room, you saw Taehyung sitting on the floor playing on some console. His back looked incredibly good in the t-shirt he was wearing. Wow. Could you also invest in one of these? You inhaled deeply. You meant the t-shirt. Of course. Why not.

You really needed a boyfriend.

'And a hot one like him.' Your subconscious added.

You shut her up. You didn’t have time to be pinning after a pop star right now.

The blonde didn't seem to notice you entering, but right when you wanted to announce your presence...

"It's definitely not ethically correct, you know, as it's essentially cold blooded revenge. But the premise is that it's committed as a reaction to another unethical act: the kidnapping. Yet, that can't be considered an excuse. Like, it's still murder. Also, we have to take into account the vindictive nature of the nymph species. I read about that last night and-"

"Good morning." You interrupted him, smiling as if you didn't hear anything.

Namjoon was rambling as he ate whatever Jin was cooking. The elder didn't seem to listen to him, likely being focused on the ingredients he was handling.

"Good morning!" Namjoon exclaimed abruptly.

You had surprised him.

Sure, he wasn't gossiping. He was just analizing the situation... Yet, he still felt embarrassed when caught in the act.

"Pancakes?" He asked, redeemingly.

Your morning got a hundred times better with just one word. Sure, hearing the rapper judge your intentions was a step back, but pancakes!

"I'll have another portion ready in a minute. Those are already cold." Jin complained, stopping you from accepting the other member's offer.

You had never been this hungry. You gulped as you took a seat and waited for the promised goodies. You hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, before you left for the park.

Damn!

The park! Your clothes!

You were definitely not getting them back anymore...

Fuck!

Your keys!

You really needed those! The landlord was in vacation for another week. And sure, you could stay at your step mother's, but it would turn out hard to explain how you lost your keys. You were usually very careful. And you were so tired of explaining yourself.

You started to panic. Your phone was inside your apartment! What if they called you about the job you had interviewed for 2 days ago?! God, you really needed the money for some renovations. That apartment was a dumpster... And your notebooks! You had courses on Monday! Really early! And the Prof was a prick!

What to do?!...What to do?!

"What's up?" A deep voice could be heard above your internal yelling. In the seat next to you sat Taehyung, with his head resting on his arm. He was eyeing you from below his long eyelashes. V-neck shirt Taehyung.

"Fuck." You muttered, too absorbed by your crisis to think about how good the boy looked. You really couldn't have left a pair of keys under your entrance mat or anything?! How could you have been so stupid?

"You look worried." He continued, furrowing his brows.

At that, you woke up. There was an idol in front of you, TALKING to you, and you were rather condemning your own stupidity than acknowledging anything he was saying. You really had to get your priorities in order.

"Did you not sleep well?"

Was he an actual angel?

"Oh, no, no, sorry. I slept really well, thank you! It's just, I left my keys in the park and I really don't know how I'll get in my apartment. And I don't want to bother you guys anymore really, you were very kind anyway." You rumbled. He looked amused. Namjoon also had a soft smile on his lips as Jin sent him an indecipherable look.

What was that about?

Anyway. You had our own conversation to focus on.

"I'll go look for them, right after this." You pointed at the pancakes Jin was placing with dexterity on a large plate.

You hoped you weren’t salivating.

"It’s not like I have other options...” You continued under your breath.

You really didn't. At least, not any worth considering.

"I mean, even if someone stole my clothes, maybe they left the keys?"

You finished in a quiet note. Ah. You definitely weren't going into that apartment this week. You had to borrow a phone to call your step mother. At least announce her you were a failure before turning up at her doorstep.

"I'll come with you." What?

"What?"

You weren't expecting that.

"To look for your keys. It's better in two."

Don't think about something naughty. Don't think about something naughty. Fuck! You thought. Well, the low tone in which he said that definitely didn't help. So, not your fault entirely.

You were clearly staring at him by now.

You looked up, feigning unaffectedness.

"Oh, sure. That's nice of you, thanks!"

You managed to get all of that out without your voice cracking. You clearly deserved a prize. Oh! Maybe your prize was going with Taehyung to the park... That sounded about right!

Jin put a plate of pancakes in front of you and you thanked him. As you devoured the sweet breakfast, you were grateful. You were truly grateful that now, with your mouth full, you didn't have to talk anymore and risk saying something stupid.

"You should change, though. I will give you a shirt. That one looks good on you, but it's quite transparent."

You choked.

Taehyung was amused. He was bored and you amused him.

Easy.

However, the logical part of his mind reminded him, at times, that yesterday you said you had to kill a man.

Also, a you were a fish. Sometimes.

...

Oh...well. Nobody's perfect.

And you were pretty and cute.

And he had just volunteered to help you search for your keys, yet Namjoon and Jin were very obviously frowning at him.

He sent them a look that meant "It's fine, I'm just playing."

They did not seem convinced.

Taehyung sighed and got up from his seat. 'What happened to the "You're all grown men!" Jin resorted to when they didn't wash their dishes?!' he wondered.

"We're free today, right?" He asked his elders.

They answered "yeah" half heartedly, watching the younger man leave.

"Come." Taehyung said, already in the hallway.

You shoved half a pancake in your mouth, thanked Jin for the food and huried after the blonde.

Oh, you had eaten way too fast.

As you took a turn, you saw him calmly walking towards his room. You followed and noted that he had a very nice back. And bottom. He was over all, very nice. Indeed. And, for a short moment, you felt awkward in this gorgeous apartment, walking behind this gorgeous man. Yesterday, you were fan. Last night, you were an intruder. Now, you were walking to a member’s room without having washed your teeth.

But then it passed, and you were back at staring at his ass.

However, despite how pleasurable this whole experience was turning out to be, you were curious. Curious why Taehyung was doing what he was doing when around 9 hours ago he heard you say you wanted to kill a man. It truly intrigued you. That whole storytelling thing worked out better than expected, as they pretty much pitied your situation. And it was clearly better than calling you crazy.

After J-hope fainted, some shocked faces didn't seem like that bad of a reaction, really. Sure, you weren't paying that much attention to them: You were too busy shaking the passed out boy. So, maybe their expressions were worse than you glimpsed.

"That's a joke, right? It's not very funny." You remembered Jin pointing out. He seemed dead serious, so you did whatever someone in your position would have done.

"Yeah, it's a joke. Hahaha. Can't believe you guys fell for that." You laughed, unconvincingly. It was a stupid thing to do, you weren't denying that. You could have actually tried to pass it off as a joke. Yet, you didn't feel like lying to them. They had been civil with you. Mostly.

"You sure?" Yoongi asked, as you predicted he'd do.

"No." A pause. For good luck. You were going to be honest with them. And for that, you needed luck. A shot of vodka would have done the job too, but it was quite inappropriate to ask for one now.

"I don't really know what I'm going to do." You confessed.

"I don't want to kill someone. Of course I don't, I'm not a psychopath."

You hoped they believed you.

"But I feel like I should avenge my mother in some way. I don't know if that's what she would want. You see, I didn't know her that well, since I was five when they took me away. Yet, a part of me, that feels kind of foreign, is screaming revenge. And I think he deserves it and I can't stop but feel guilty about actually wanting to hurt him. And there's just me, who cried for 3 hours after accidentally stepping on a cat's tail."

You sighed.

They stared.

You felt uncomfortable as fuck.

They kept staring.

Maybe you should have just let them think you were a psychopath.

You sighed.

Still, silence.

Oh, well, you checked sharing your feelings off this lifetime's bucket list. 'There goes something I won't do ever again.'

And then, Namjoon got up. He took the wet cup from you and held your hand in his large ones.

"It's alright." He mumbled.

He took a deep breath, looked right at you and continued.

"I don't want to tell you what you should or shouldn't do. It's just... What happened to your mother is not your fault. At all. So by trying to hurt him, try not to hurt yourself more.Don’t force yourself to be someone you aren't."

And then, he half hugged you and you felt fucking blessed. His words had touched you pretty deeply. Sure, hadn't convinced you. You weren't blaming yourself for anything. Even if he'd been genuine, he was a bit off the mark. You weren't blaming anyone but your father. And fate. And the other factors...

'At least I think not.' you mused.

Also, you didn't want to cry and shit. You liked your almost badass vibe.

But, at that moment, Yoongi offered you some clothes to sleep in and to wear the following day and something inside of you cracked.

Why were these guys so damn pure?

And all that brought you to this point, inside of Taehyung's room, leaning awkwardly on the door while he was looking inside his closet.

"Hmm... Maybe this will fit?" He was thinking out loud, and you would have deemed it cute if he wasn't holding a very lacy shirt.

"I don't think that's meant to be worn in the park, while I'm fumbling in the grass for my keys." You indicated, sarcastically.

He sent you a very sharp look.

You raised your hands defensively.

"No offense, though!"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Then I'll wear it." He said, as an ultimatum, before he reached to take his t-shirt off.

'Yes!' Something inside of you screamed.

"Wait!" You told the blonde before he could undress himself.

He sent you a questioning look.

You turned around and heard the clothing roll off his body and fall to the ground. What was this? Sure, you didn't mind the show, but yesterday you would have been just another crazed fangirl. Now he was undressing in front of you? This was going from 0 to 100 real quick. It didn't seem natural.

"At least let me turn around, God... " you mumbled, facing the door. You heard him walk towards his closet, probably shuffling for pants.

"Does it bother you that much?”

You wouldn’t say bother, but still. Yet, he didn’t let you answer.

“It wouldn't be the first time you see me taking my shirt off though, would it?"

Huh? What was he-...?

Oh!

Ohhhh....!

So that's what it was all about.

"I was a fish! You changed in front of me!" You retorted.

As you heard him zipping, you guessed, his pants, he stepped closer to your form.

"But you watched." His deep voice vibrated close enough behind for you to feel intimidated. And a bit hot.

You felt his warm breath prickling at your skin.

Okay, maybe a bit more.

You couldn't deny Taehyung gave off an awfully sexual vibe. Particularly when he used that tone of voice. And you couldn't deny it did things to you. He seemed like the perfect person for a Naiad with a high libido. But you had to remind yourself who each of you was. He, an idol from one of the biggest k-pop bands of the moment. He held concerts, photoshoots and had people paid to fan him when he got hot. You, one of the people who had him as your phone's wallpaper. The conjuncture never resulted in these two people saying more than some passing words to each other. Yet, here you were. And you knew he was untouchable.

You didn't know, however, what to say back right now. Or if he wanted you to.

You heard him move away and, next, the atmosphere was shattered by a shirt landing on your head. You heard a chuckle and instantly turned around to see him sitting on a very comfortable looking bed. He winked, with a smirk on his face.

"Just kidding. Don't get so worked up."

...

'Tease!'

Namjoon sneezed. Jin looked at him worryingly. Something bad was happening.

The weather was...good. The park was...nice. You felt... really uncomfortable.

There was something about walking next to an idol of Taehyung's popularity that made you nervous. Maybe it was the eminent vibe he was giving off even with his face covered by a face mask and cap. Or maybe it was his height. Who knew? You looked behind to see he had stopped on the bridge above one of the fish ponds.

Whatever.

Point is, something about him intimidated you.

Yet, that feeling was quickly gone when he leaned over the handrail to look at the fish swimming underneath. How could someone go from cool to cute this quickly? He looked at you, smiling with his eyes and beckoned you to come closer. As you joined him on the bridge, you thanked God he did not actually wear that lacy blouse to the park. People would have been staring. And you liked your diy disguise. It made you feel like an important person, a celebrity even. These days you had to make up a famous persona.

Truth is, both of you were pretty unrecognizable. You had borrowed a face mask and some sunglasses from Namjoon, who still didn't look entirely happy Taehyung was coming with you the park. And even if the blonde exuded nobles through every pore, you looked like an average couple taking a stroll. A couple that didn't like the sun very much, sure.

"Aren't they beautiful?" He was attentively following the koi fish’s below fluid movements.

You had almost forgotten this man was a singer, but you were reminded every time he opened his mouth. His deep voice was weirdly both soothing and erotic at the same time, a combination you never thought you'd be into until you met him.

"You like fish?"

Way to go. He had just told you they were beautiful!

"Assuming I tried to buy one but ended up with you." He chuckled. You felt mildly offended.

He must have seen your presence waver, because he continued. He took his face mask off so you could hear him better.

"Just kidding. You don't meet a Naiad everyday, so you're more interesting than a fish. Do you have any pets?"

Okay. Normal conversation. Don't fuck up.

"I used to. I mean, I grew up around lots of animals. Fish, turtles, so many birds..." You were looking at the people passing by, hoping they wouldn’t recognize Taehyung and interrupt your conversation.

"But once I came to Seoul I was way too rebellious against the people that took me from my mom to be thinking about anything else. After my dad left I wanted a dog, but my step mom is allergic. So I guess I never really had a pet. You?"

He lifted his gaze from the water and his eyes meet yours. Their tenderness surprised him. You hoped he didn't pity you. Sure, pity had saved you the last night, but you weren't a fan of it.

"I have Yeontan. He's a pomeranian and so tiny." He lifted his hand for comparison.

"He's just a bit bigger than this."

Taehyung's hands were the size of a small dog. You didt’t know what to make of that piece of information. It was kind of amusing that he could pet the dog in just one stroke, though.

"I don't see him much these days since we're pretty busy. This weekend our manager let us relax, but usually we aren't home that much. We also have tours or periods with lots of concerts when it's hard to take care of a dog. You can barely take care of yourself."

He was charming even when he talked about his dog. Good God.

"Why don't you hire someone to look after him? That way you could see him more often." It seemed only logical, they definitely had enough money.

"I don't like the thought of leaving him with a stranger, you know? So he's at my parents'. Actually, that's why I wanted a fish. It's easier to take care of. Sure, you can't pet it, but hotel rooms get lonely at night."

He sounded kind of sad and it almost broke your heart.

Now you started to understand what these boys' lives were like. Yeah, they were filthy rich. However, they couldn't commit to anything. Their schedules didn't allow it.

You couldn’t imagine how living with so limited freedom was like. It definitely wasn’t your type of lifestyle. And they were so young when they started this... Did they even realize what they were signing up for? Was all the Gucci worth it?

Yet, just when you wanted to ask Taehyung that, he smiled and locked his eyes in yours. Then, he whispered.

“But, you know, fish are very pretty.”

Then, he winked. And you forgot what you wanted to say.

A/N: hey guys! sorry for the wait! i started school and waking up at 6 am is driving me crazy. i just nap all day. anyway, tell me what you think about the chapter!

also, where are you guys from? have you started school or college?

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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Take 2... ODD NUMBERS

Em you absolute MADWOMAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU X’D X’D

THIS IS GONNA BE ALL THE ODD NUMBERS FROM THIS POST (feel free to still send even ones in pFFFFffffFFFt) so I’m putting it under the cut!! Gonna be looong!! If you wanna learn random stuff about The Matt, click read more. :P

1.if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Read: Bird by Crystal Chan. Watch: Sense8. Listen to: this song.

3.three songs that you connect with right now.

this - this - this

5.have you taken someones virginity?

Nope. Not… yet? XD

7.if you could, would you take back your last kiss?

Haven’t had a proper one yet, unfortunately.

9.what was the last concert you saw?

Never been to one, too much noise and flashing lights and people = complete sensory overload and panic attack. Cinemas are bad enough. XD BUT I would be pretty tempted to see Coldplay live!!

11.do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

Sweet Cheesus yes please.

13.a song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

this :D jk jk if it was somebody I rlly cared about it would be my favourite song probably

15.do you want to have kids? How many?

*hYsTeRiCaL lAuGhTeR* buddy I can barely take care of my own impulsive ass let alone a kid. But I’m never one to say never, so… I really don’t know. I’m not gonna be the one getting knocked up though, so adoption or… something else, depending on my eventual partner’s gender.

17.do you miss anyone from your past?

Yes. The two people I really miss though were slowly killing me so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ better off!!

19.have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I sure hope not! D:

21.have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

1) Haven’t had one yet :’) 2) I really really hope I never make them cry, I’ll never intend to. D’:

23.favourite weather?

A nice, cloudy, kinda chilly day with steady rain.

25.do you wanna get married?

Honestly I really don’t mind either way so it’ll depend 100% on my partner. If they want to, sure!! If they don’t, I won’t care. I do have this thing though where I tend to pass out if I stand still for a long amount of time so that’ll be… interesting. X’D my only thing will be that I want the ring bearer to be either dressed up as a Hobbit or to be a v good dog so those are my only conditions to marriage 😂😂😂

27.what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Frodo reaction memes. X’D

29.what’s your favorite pasta dish?

Ravioli is pretty hecking good! I’m getting back into pasta recently, I never used to like it bc we used to have gluten pasta and it made me feel sick. But now I can find out which pastas I like!!! :’DDDDD

31.what’s your favorite eye color?

Blue eyes are stunning. It’s funny, my Mum has blue eyes and I’m so bitter that I didn’t inherit them. :((( But rlly all eye colours can be super pretty!!

33.are you a morning person?

Yes in the fact that I LOVE mornings. I can be grumpy first thing sometimes when I’m still half asleep but I get really happy and energetic from overtiredness lmao quickly!! :DDDD

35.what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

My boots. I’ve had them forever and I don’t own any other shoes, apart from some runners that are still practically brand new bc I never wear them. XD

37.tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Okay so normally when I’m awake at 3AM it’s one of 3 scenarios: 1) I got fixated on something and don’t know how much time has passed, or 2) my insomnia has flared up yet again and I am this close to having a mental breakdown because I’m so tired, or 3) I got overtired and now act pretty much drunk and have too much energy to go to sleep. One time I sent Enna three separate rambly stupid asks about her OCs and I was so tired that the next morning I remembered I sent them but I couldn’t remember anything I said. She was super sweet about it. The end. X’D

39.who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

My Dad. We both love the stars. We were also talking about Pokemon and DND. XD

41.do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

I don’t particularly like it, I prefer just downloading songs now. Mainly because I don’t like a lot of songs from the same band and buying a whole CD or record just for ONE song that I like on it is… meh. XD The last one I bought was an Ed Sheeran CD and it was for my mum.

43.what are your favorite memes of the year so far

I haven’t found any yet that really grab me, we’ll see. X’D

45.what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

I got my Dad a One Direction calendar once. We both hated One Direction. (When the cashier gave 12-year-old me that kind of ‘stupid teenaged girl in love with a boy band’ look I stared right back at her and told her with a straight face we were going to light it on fire. I’ve never seen anyone look so pleasantly surprised in my entire life.) My Dad loooved it. X’DI asked my Dad for a toothpick a week before my birthday once and he didn’t have one. Guess what my “present” was that year. Guess. XD

47.describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

V tol and thoughtful and pretty and talented and nice and spams me and sends me pics of cute dogs occasionally. 11/10 good fren, would befren again. :’)

49.is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

Yup. Should be writing 2 things and maybe doing something else but idk if I should do the thing or not so. Procrastination it is. :))))

51.what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

Any mutual of mine who just sends me nice messages or asks me stuff warms my heart so much. And anyone who has ever shown interest in my OCs has my eternal gratitude, if y’all ever need a kidney you caN HAVE MINE.

53.what’s some of your favorite album art?

Literally anything Coldplay has ever had ever.

55.do you like concept albums? which ones?

They sound pretty cool but I don’t think I have any favourites…?? Idk.

57.list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

This one (This one. This one.

59.what do you do when you’re sad?

Isolate myself + throw love at my online friends so hopefully they don’t feel like I do. Also drink warm drinks and reading and spending time with my pets bc they always help.

61.what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had?

I read this as sex thing wooPS. X’D Best non-romantic night I’ve ever had.. hmm… the night we got our German Shepherd. It was Good Friday. We’d finally gotten our puppy. We stayed up super late watching her toddle around and fall asleep on us. One of my absolute favourite memories. :’D

63.what’s the best piece of advice you ever received?

“You will only find your special someone when you are perfectly happy with the idea of being single forever. You can only be in a comfortable and loving relationship with somebody else when you are in a comfortable and loving relationship with yourself.”

65.what’s your secret dream?

Be in a Marvel movie one day. ^-^” oof

67.three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

The only things that come to mind are P!nk songs ASDFGHJKL XD

69.three last songs you listened to

Pffft the songs I put on this thing X’D

71.have you ever had a friends with benefits?

Nope but I’d be open to the idea! (i may even have plans with one fren lmao)

73.Is there anyone you would die for?

My family (friends included), my pets, what’s right: if the world could be magically fixed but I had to die I’d do it on the spot.

75.do you give out second chances too easily?

I used to. But then I used up all my second chances on people who didn’t deserve them. Normally if somebody really seriously hurts me, I give them one more chance and make it very clear for them to please not do that particular thing again. Everyone makes mistakes, I get that. But if they do that exact same thing again, I’m normally gone. I’m done with waiting around and getting hurt over and over just to “be a good friend.” That’s not being a friend, that’s being a doormat/punching bag.

77.is this year the best year of your life?

So far, nope. We’ll see though!!! :DDDDD

79.who/what was your last dream about?

I think it was about Shameless?? I heard there was a trans character so I watched just those clips and I think I dreamt about it. X’D

Thank you so much for asking, Em!! ^____^

#Matt speaks #this took ages but it was really fun!!#XD #<3 #get to know me

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