#HE GOT A 98 WITHOUT STUDYING!

[moonshoon]

Miss Me Much?

MASTERLIST

paring: sunoo x reader genre: smut, a little bit of fluff word count: 2.7k

summary: reader is in a relationship with music major!sunoo, but they live appart for the time being. their long distance relationship is going well, and sunoo comes to town around christmas break to surprise reader. things get a little heated in reader’s dorm room

warnings: dom!sunoo, smut, degrading, smoking, fingering, cunnilingus, penetration, harsh language, mention of test stress, long distance relationship, mentions of death (no main characters)

shortenings: y/n > your name f/n > friend’s name

!WARNING! contains +18, MDNI

„i miss you so much, sun...", i mumbled out against my pillow. my head was buried into the fluffy fabric, voice muffled as i was still on the call with sunoo. since he had to move away for his dream music college i was left alone in this town here, with no one to talk to. naturally, i am happy he is living his dream right now, but I still miss him so much right now. especially since we haven't seen each other in almost half a year.

"don't worry baby. only two more weeks and then the christmas break will start and i'll be back for some time." i heard his voice through the speakers of my phone. "i already can't wait to have you back in my arms and hold you forever." this made me smile. so many people told us that our relationship wouldn't work out because we would be long distance, but no. i feel like as soon as i will be united with sunoo again, i will be even happier than i have ever been in my life.

the more we talked, the more i got excited about his coming back, i couldn't wait to see my boyfriend again after such a log time apart. "i hope these two weeks pass quickly so i can see you again soon... i feel so lonely without you here next to me in my bed" i told him. "it's okay, love. as soon as I will be there, i will spend all my time with you in your bed so you don't feel so lonely anymore." i giggled in excitement, pressing my head further into the soft, fluffy pillow.

"i'm sorry, babe. i'll have to go now, jay called me because we have soccer practice in twenty minutes. i will call you again as soon as possible! i love you." he promised as we said our goodbyes and then he hung up. now i was kind of lonely again.

i put away my phone and went back to my studies. for one because i had a few tests next week, and because i had to distract myself from thinking about Sun or else i would end up just missing him even more than i already am.

next thing i knew was, i woke up with my head on my desk and by back hurting more than a 98 year old's. hm... i probably fell asleep while studying yesterday. the physics book opened on page 204 that was laying right next to me on the desk proved my suspicion.

when i took a look at my phone and saw the time, i quickly sprang up from my stool, trying to get myself ready as fast as possible, because class was about to start in a few minutes. i quickly rushed to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, washing my face and applying a little bit of make-up before hurrying back to my closet to grab the first skirt and shirt i could find.

as i was running in the hallway, i saw some people from my class, which made me relax a bit, but i still didn't slow down because i didn't want to be late no matter if some others are.

when i quickly jogged up to my seat at the back of the class, i saw the seat next to me was empty. strange. f/n should have been here already, she's never late. and when the professor then walked in, and she still wasn't here, i worried she was sick. probably she was, but how dare she leave me alone?

The classes were honestly so boring without her, and i don't even know how i survived psychology class (i hate that fucking teacher). But I'm glad i did survive so i can make my way to my dorm room now. i put on my headphones, playing one of my favorite songs and walked on to the dorms.

when i arrived at the dorm building, i saw a man standing there, leaning right against the entrance. his hood was pulled up and a cigarette in his hands, rings adorning his fingers. reminds me of sun, but that can't be him. don’t tell me i’m starting to hallucinate because i miss him so much... i thought to myself while i walked closer, headphones still playing music.

when i made my way past person, they lifted their head to look at me. and when i saw the face, i almost freaked out and started screaming. my cheeks rose, as i smiled brightly at the person standing in front of me.

"miss me?", he said, voice smoother and deeper than i remembered, cigarette in between his lips. "why are you already here? didn't you say you'll be here when christmas break starts? that's like in two weeks..." i said, still shocked about my boyfriend standing in front of my dorm out of nowhere. "classes got cancelled for some time, because one of the staff members died unfortunately. but I'm happy i can see you again, babe." sunoo explained, wrapping his hands around me to pull me into a tight hug, almost squishing me to death. i gladly wrapped my arms around him too, responding with the same feelings as him as the smell of the smoke enveloped both of us.

"i missed you so, so much, sun..." And before i could stop it, sobs made their way out of my mouth, and some tears started streaming down my face. "don't cry. i'm here now, hm?" his hands were rubbing my back, calming me down a little bit. he swiftly pulled out my phone out of the back pocket of my pants before holding it onto the sensor at the entrance door, my access card being in the back of the phone case.

the little light on the sensor turned green and he opened the door before throwing his cigarette onto the ground, lifting me up and carrying me into the building.

"let's rest a bit and watch a movie, what do you think?" "But i have a lot of tests to study for..." "i don't care right now, you deserve some rest and i will stay here and make sure you will get your deserved hours of rest." i just nodded my head, not able to protest because I do really need some rest right now.

we chose to watch a movie none of us had seen, so i don't remember the name exactly, but it was a great movie. well, it was as long as i got to see it.

„you know what i really missed a lot when we were not together?" sun asked me, looking me straight in the eyes. i quickly shook my head to tell him I didn't know. „your pretty fucking lips..."

as soon as those words left his mouth, he smashed his lips onto mine, pulling me directly onto his lap with his beautiful hands. they were placed on my ass as i wrapped my arms sound his shoulders to glide my nails along his clothed back.

he didn't hesitate one second to swipe his tongue along my bottom lip, to ask for entrance. and as soon as he got it, he dominated my tongue with his. our saliva mixed together, his hands on my ass, my hands all over his back and hair. i must say, i really missed that feeling too.

„please, sun~" i whined out lightly grinding up against him, looking for some friction. „be my good girl and stay still for me now, ok?" he mumbled and continued kissing me slowly, also making his way down my neck, placing his soft lips on my sensitive spots. i let out little moans and whimpers at the feeling of him sucking on my skin to mark me as his. the thought of walking around with his marks really did turn me on a lot.

his kisses continued over to my collarbones, also leaving some hickeys there too, before they went lower. i could feel his lips at the top of my breasts, caressing my skin lightly. my hands settled themselves in his black locks, tugging at his hair and massaging his scalp from time to time. the v-neck shirt i wore - for which i also almost got dresscoded today - proves to be very practical right now.

“please, sun, do something~" i whined out, begging for him to do more. his lips slowly left my skin, a worried look on his face. „are you sure you're ready, babe? we’ve never done this before" so sweet of him to be concerned about me... his hands we're still holding me against him tightly, not letting lose for a second. „yes, i'm very sure, baby. you can continue..." my voice was shaky. this would be the first time we do more than just making out and leaving hickeys on each other.

„oh god, you're so sexy." he mumbled out before putting his hands onto the hem of my top, and looking at me again. i nodded my head to give him permission, and in no time my top was gone, thrown somewhere into my room. now i was sitting there on top of my boyfriend, just in my bra, his lips on my body again. i could feel his hands travelling up my back, brushing over the clip of my bra.

he hooked two of his fingers behind it and swiftly opened it. „are you sure?" He asked, voice still laced with concern. „if you're not going to hurry up you can completely forget it." i mumbled before pulling him up to capture his lips with mine passionately before puling my bra off completely.

and before i knew it, he already dove down to take one of my breasts and decorate it with more of the beautiful marks. he just hugged me closer and closer as he worked on my chest, switching from one to the other, so both have the same amount of attention.

as i let out a breathy moan, he turned us around and now i was under him. his gaze was focused on my expressions, checking if i was still comfortable. When i stretched my hands out and pulled up his shirt, he immediately tossed it off too, bare, lightly toned torso on display for me. i reached out with my hands and brushed over his skin, making him breathe out shakily.

“please sun, touch me more..." i said as i made circles with my fingertips all over his abdomen. slowly, his hesitation got less and less, and soon he was laying in between my legs, leaving kisses as he lifted up my skirt to get a good view of my panties. „so cute..." his fingers hooked under the fabric, slowly pulling it down to get a good view. „wet for me already i see, doll?" i just let out a little whine in embarrassment when he called me doll, i can't handle all the attention sometimes.

he didn't wait long before brushing his fingers over my folds, careful not to hurt me. over time, he got more confident and inserted two of his long, slender fingers. rings still on them. i could feel the cold metal against my throbbing core, pushing against the amazing sensation. he started curling his fingers inside of me, making me whine even higher. „oh- god please, sun"

his lips latched onto my bud, playing with the sensitive nerves there and making me squirm even harder than before. my stomach tightened as i felt my orgasm approaching slowly, my grip tightening on sun's hair. „don't stop, don't stop, oh-„ my voice got higher pitched, and my thighs started shaking. i tried to close my legs around his head but he held them open with a firm grip, biting on my clit lightly. with that, i couldn't hold back any longer and came right onto his tongue. he didn't stop licking until i was clean, drinking up my juces.

„that was delicious." he sighed, licking his lips. i slowly got up and pushed him down onto the bed, still trembling a little from the orgasm. my hands went to the top of his pants, tugging at the belt lightly. i fumbled around with the belt, trying to get it open. after a few second it opened and i pulled the zipper down, before trying to tug his pants down too. he lifted his hips a little to help me, and pulled off the pants to toss them off the bed.

my eyes wandered to his boxers, a wet patch at the front where you could see a big bulge. impressive. i also pulled down his boxers with a little help and started stroking him slowly. he let out low, breathy groans, bucking up his hips into my hand from time to time. „god, doll, i love you so much, but stop please. i don't want to cum into your hand right now." my face flushed red at his words, but i stopped, putting my hand on his thigh.

not even a second later he turned us around again and was hovering over me, gaze fixated on my body. "beautiful..." he mumbled, stretching his arm out to get a condom and lube from a drawer of my nightstand. he opened the condom package and rolled it on. the bottle cap popped open, he squeezed out some lube onto his hand, before rubbing himself with it. "i don't want to hurt you, y/n" he was worried, voice all serious now. “don't worry, sun, you won't. i'm sure." he slowly nodded before teasing me by sliding his tip against my folds. i whined lightly, pushing myself towards him to show him that i want it.

after a few seconds of just rubbing against me, he finally started pushing in. at first, it stung a little bit, but soon it turned into a pleasurable burn. "faster, please..." i breathed out, reaching with my hands to pull him down to me by his shoulders. my nails were scratching his back, his hands on my hips to hold me in place.

"so beautiful, doll. want to devour you right now." he groaned out as he sped up his thrusts. "oh- yes, please!" i shrieked as he hit my sweet spot, dragging my nails down his back harder, so there would be marks the next morning for sure. i had to guarantee that i had marked him good enough too...

"will you come for me, doll? cream all over my dick?" he whispered into my ear. i whimpered at his words. who knew I had a weak spot for dirty talk... i nodded my head quickly, trying to communicate to him that i liked it. "words, doll. i need words" he said and slapped my thigh harshly, his voice sounded like pure venom. "yes, yes." my voice was shaky, almost a whisper from all the stimulation i was receiving.

his hand made it's way down to my bud, rubbing over it in fast circles. i let out a loud moan at his action, never having felt this good in my entire life. "gonna, gonna-" i interrupted myself as i moaned out loudly against his shoulder, the knot in my stomach snapping. my eyes rolled back as i came on him, clenching down. his thrusts also started getting sloppier, he was close too.

"such a good girl for me, doll. i love your pussy so much" he breathed out as he thrusted into me harshly one last time, before he came into the condom. both of us were panting heavily, still trying to calm down from the intense session we just had.

when he slowly pulled out, i let out a whimper at the emptiness. sunoo stood up and discarded the used condom, before laying back down with me and pulling me close.

"how was it?" he asked sweetly. "amazing. i love you so much and i am so glad i could experience this with you, babe." "i love you more, and i would not mind if we would go for a second round right now, and i'll make you scream..." he whispered the last part into my ear while i could already hear his smirk forming.

#enhypen #enhypen sunoo #kim sunoo #sunoo #enhypen smut #kim sunoo smut #sunoo smut #smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen sunoo smut #sunoo hard hours #fluff #long distance relationship

[faefaye]

Sometimes I get so emotional about the original Klein.

He was just a normal person with simple dreams of having a better life and a bigger house with his siblings. His education was through Sunday school until his father's death provided the money for enrolling somewhere else. The year he entered university, his mother died. Despite or because of all that, he worked hard trying to achieve what he wanted.

While he got average results in university, that's because he got in on a scholarship and was of a lower social and economic class compared to most of his peers, having to study a lot more to catch up. During which he ended up knowing at least half a dozen different languages. After graduating, he immediately started to prepare for his interview and was just two days away from going for it... then came 28th June.

Somewhere out there is a world in which the Antigonus notebook incident didn't happen, where he passed that interview and lived an ordinary and happy life as a university lecturer (although maybe not all that ordinary if he went after Fourth Epoch history following his interest :p).

Don't get me wrong, I adore LOTM Klein, but I can't help but wonder about the person he was and could be without the infusion of Zhou Mingrui.

(hiding canon quotes illustrating this under the read more, do feel free to add other information on og Klein):

Chapter 1: (1) [His father's] bereavement allowance gave Klein the opportunity to study in a private language school and laid the foundation for his admission into university...

(2) [His mother] passed away the year Klein passed the entrance examinations to Khoy University...

Chapter 2: However, back when he burned the midnight oil four years ago to be admitted into Khoy University[...]

Chapter 3: (1) In light of the present situation, Zhou Mingrui believed that if Klein were to return to university, it was unlikely he could graduate. This was despite him having left campus just days ago without relaxing one bit.

(2) It was not that Klein did not think of helping share his elder brother’s burden but being born a commoner and having been admitted into an average language school, he felt a strong sense of inadequacy when he enrolled into university. For example, as the origin of all languages in the Northern Continent, the ancient language of Feysac was something all the children of nobles and of the wealthy class would learn from a young age. In contrast, he only made first contact with it in university.

He faced many similar aspects during his schooling career. Klein nearly gave his all and often stayed up late into the night and woke up early before barely managing to catch up to the others, eventually allowing him to graduate with average results.

Chapter 4: In his memory fragments, he had once fantasized about renting a bungalow in the suburbs. There would be five or six rooms, two bathrooms, a huge balcony upstairs, two rooms, a dining room, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and an underground storage room on the first floor.

Chapter 9: Having set his sights on solving the mystery and restoring history, Klein didn’t have much interest in the first three eras, whose roots were closer to legends. He was more interested in the Fourth Epoch, also known as the Age of the Gods.

Chapter 18: "Of course, when I received primary education during Sunday school[...]"

Chapter 24: With Klein requiring a scholarship to finance his university studies, he, Welch, and the others had joined Khoy University’s rowing club and were pretty good at it.

Chapter 98: As for the original Klein, he had focused on his studies early on and had suffered from malnutrition. That led him to possess a below-average physical condition. 

Chapter 260: The original Klein was a fanatic towards the history of the Fourth Epoch. He often read journal articles and books, so even now, Klein still remembered a lot of content.

Chapter 323: (1) He tried the words in ancient Feysac, Intis, Loen, and other languages again, but the result was the same.

As for Jotun, Elvish, Dragonese, and other languages from the mysticism domain, Klein could only try them out of hope since they was overly restrictive and unlikely to be the language used.

(2) Klein switched to the languages of Loen, Highlander, and Feysac, but still failed to achieve the desired results.

(Klein studied Jotun after transmigrating, but even excluding all the mysticism languages, considering he knew Hermes in Chapter 1, there's five)

(edited 17/05/23 to add the quote from Ch 98)

#lord of the mysteries #lotm #lord of mysteries #klein moretti

[goldenboygate]

here are all twelve fics and one art that the wonderful participants of the winter break fic exchange in the carlando server made and posted.

i want to thank @boohowdy and @ruffboisebvettel for helping me with the planning and execution of this, for the cheerleading and for always being available for anyone who had any questions.

huge thanks to everyone who participated. thank you for putting your hearts and souls into your work; thank you for always being there for each other, and thank you for allowing us to share in your multitude of talents and creativity. you are all amazing people, and the carlando server is lucky to have you all.

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watch this space, I'm open to falling from grace by tiredtiredsharl (@wolfiemcwolferson)

Summary: Lando is used to not seeing the people who live in the building. He comes and goes at odd hours and he uses the laundry room on his days off in the middle of the day and he checks his mail at 3:30 in the morning, so it’s more weird to him that he runs into Carlos twice in a five day period. He had started to think that he maybe made it up - got dosed at the bar or had a vivid dream about a man who was every single fantasy he’s ever had - tall and broad and hair and hands and lips.

Someone new moves into 4B and nothing is as it seems.

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are you a future or a fairytale – am i naive or is this real by Missha (Mishtique) (@mish-tique)

Summary: It takes Lando a few semesters before he finally settles for studying photography at an international university. He hopes that this is the time when he finally settles and turns out to be happy studying – his parents just pray that he won’t change his mind again. They want him to settle down, find a nice person and become stable.

He just wants to be happy and live his own life without having people trying to micromanage it.

His sudden decision to also rent a room on campus comes with a surprise in the form of a Spanish, older, and-blessed-with-visuals-shaped-by-the-gods Alpha.

Carlos Sainz Jr is both the best and the worst thing that could happen to him during his first year in uni. Especially when the alpha keeps walking in on him wearing his, his – pretty clothes.

Or: 5 times Carlos catches Lando with something special + 1 time Lando wears something special for Carlos.

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i love you forever, not maybe (you’re my one true love) by csjr (@boohowdy)

Summary: Lando is starting to suspect that off-camera, he’s quite the soft and gentle guy. What did he say once in an interview? He protects love? I’d love to be protected, Lando thinks.

or: the one where Lando is a student, Carlos is a F1 driver, and they go through a lot before they get their happy ending

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Twin Flame by Phebes (@phebess)

Summary: 98% of people know exactly when they've met their soulmate. 2% do not.

or: the soulmate slow burn that nobody asked for

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All The World Wondered 🔒 by biscuitydenim

Summary: Crimean War AU

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Pull Everything to Pieces by kolyarostov (@landinrris)

Summary: Daniel’s here because he left classified documents on a train for someone to find (and find them they did). Max is here because he was in charge of tailing a suspect who was dealing illegal firearms and lost track of them (and thus the guns that were eventually found at the scenes of various crimes). Pierre’s here because he royally fucked up a diplomatic meeting with the French ambassador (Carlos thinks it was probably accidental nudes). Carlos is pretty sure Nico’s here because no one actually likes him. What he doesn’t truly know is why Lando’s here— but it can’t be good.

Or: Carlos gets sent to the bottom of the MI5 ladder after a training fiasco, and he'll do anything to make up for it.

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That’s what happens in the movies, anyways 🔒 by Belzebubcat (@waddlingpenguin)

Summary: Lando isn’t sure what he expects. Maybe he thought Carlos would kiss him or- or say it back. That’s what happens in the movies, anyways. He leans in, eyes on Carlos and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Carlos doesn't respond.

There are no fireworks.

No string quartet playing in the background.

It’s nothing like what happens in the movies.

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Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days of Summer (With You) 🔒 by Toasted_Teacake (@the-toasted-teacake)

Summary: Carlos invites Lando to spend a few days at the Sainz villa under the guise of golf. Lando thinks he might finally be ready to fall.

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it's the heart that really matters in the end 🔒 by LucysFault (@ruffboisebvettel)

Summary: So here Lando is, completing one step of the journey alongside his son, and a family somewhere out there are on the same path but just starting out. It’s like Candyland in his mind. They’re moving over the finish line while the other family have just had their piece placed on the board.

Or, Lando and Carlos meet in a hospital cafe, Daniel and Charles are their kids, and some springs are worth waiting for.

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Impractical Magic by goldenboygate (@goldenboygate)

Summary: Charles and Lando were born into a family where falling in love means you end up dead. They take different paths in life, Charles wanting nothing more in life than to feel the exhilaration love brings, and Lando too afraid to ever put himself out there.

When Charles gets into trouble with one of his boyfriends, Lando must figure out how to help him while trying his best not to fall in love with the one man who can take his life apart, Detective Carlos Sainz.

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Take My Breath Away by kabutocat (@foo1ishheart554)

Summary: Art. Lando and Carlos as Maverick and Iceman from the original Top Gun.

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take my sweater with the loose threads by sadcornyfuck (@enjoythebutterflies)

Summary: Carlos is a patient man, waiting his entire life for a moment like this.

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Te amo - I love you 🔒 by NamarieCarlando (@jolandax13)

Summary: Carlos and Lando are roommates. And in love. They just don’t know the other feels the same. But when Landos suppressants run out and he goes into heat, their feelings are finally revealed.

#carlando #carlando fanfiction #carlando server exchange #lando norris #carlos sainz jr

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello! 🫣

I had this idea: thenamesh academic rivals?

Gil is a top student, mostly getting a mark of 100. but whenever Thena asks her rival what he got he always says a lower point (for example he says 97 and she got a 98) , hiding his exam behind his back 🫣

Thena glared at the chair next to hers as it was taken.

"Uh," Gilgamesh attempted - yet again - to strike up a casual conversation, "hey."

Thena tapped her papers on her desk, waiting for the professor to come in, as well as tell them how they would be conducting the labs with their students for the day. "I trust you've already looked up what your score for the mid-term was."

"What was yours?"

Thena clenched her teeth in her jaw. It didn't matter what she got, he would get just the same, if not better. She had worked her whole life to become a historical scholar, as was expected of her. And this guy always managed to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, seemingly without so much as blinking. "I achieved 98. I believe the two point demerit was due to my oversight in the essay section."

Gilgamesh merely nodded, offering a nervous kind of smile. "Ah, well, the essay parts are always the toughest."

She slid her eyes over to him. She didn't truly wish to know, but she also couldn't resist knowing. "And you?"

"Ninety..." he trailed off, as he always did when they were discussing their academic performance. She glared at him to finish, "seven?"

Thena smiled, although she did her best not to appear smug and unbecoming. "An admirable mark."

"Thanks," he laughed off, like it was nothing. Professor Stoss was a famously tough professor despite his young age, and getting any good mark from him was already a feat.

Thena did somewhat believe that the affability Gilgamesh possessed made people go easier on him. And even then, she had to concede that he was intelligent and competent in their field of study. It infuriated her.

She had the weight of the world on her in the expectation to perform. She was even a teaching assistant entirely to advance her studies and career. Otherwise, the interaction with other students was far too much for her own preference.

But Gilgamesh said he was good in historical studies merely because his mother had possessed a fondness for them. Thena devoted hours to studying and research and Gilgamesh worked part time at a diner close to the university. And yet he used to consistently beat her in every assignment and quiz and test.

Only in recent months did he seem to be coming just a single point under her, and even that was not enough. Thena had already heard from her own family how outstanding this no-name student was and how those in their field of work were asking about him.

"Did you...do anything this weekend?"

Thena looked over, somewhat astonished that he was still trying to make conversation with her.

He shrugged, tapping his fingers anxiously on the cover of his textbook. "I heard there was a fancy party for the TAs, I mean. I assumed you went."

Thena frowned. There was indeed an event for the faculty and their chosen assistants--those who showed promise enough to earn extra credits in teaching. She hadn't attended because she felt no need (nor did Phastos, in her defense). "I assumed you had gone."

"Oh, no," Gilgamesh smiled down at the desk. "I take the late shifts on weekends. They're long, but we don't get many people, so I can get studying or work done, y'know?"

Thena swallowed her words. She had all this envy for his natural skill, but his work was just as legitimate as hers. And he worked to pay his rent, living off campus, while she lived in a dorm for female academic leaders. Gilgamesh stole his time studying as opposed to building his entire life around it.

"You deserve to enjoy yourself a little."

She looked at him again, still frowning. "I beg your pardon?"

"S-Sorry." He went back to staring down at the tattered edges of his textbook. But she kept looking at him, waiting for him to elaborate. The silence worked, dragging his words out of him. "I just mean...you work really hard, right? You're always top of the class. You should be allowed to have some fun, sometimes."

She did work hard. She devoted every waking moment of her life to her studies, and the one person who continuously thwarted her attempts at perfection was the one to point it out?

It would be easier to be angry with him if he were dislikeable in any way. As it stood now, all she had to go on was that he always beat her in academic achievement, and so effortlessly at that. But even with that, she had to concede that he worked just as hard, if not harder than her for it! And it was infuriating!

"Sorry," he repeated, looking away from her glowering at him.

She sighed. "No, I'm sorry. It was an innocent question."

He looked at her, completely astonished. She would like to snap at him for thinking she couldn't even just apologise for being overly adversarial with him. But that would defeat the point. "Well, I know you don't really like small talk."

It was that she wasn't good at it. She angled herself in her chair, destroying her perfect posture to face him somewhat more properly. "Should you not have also...enjoyed yourself? When do you have time to socialise if you are either studying or working?"

"Well, I have friends I can see in my other classes," he shrugged.

Oh. Yes, of course. Thena felt her hackles raise again at the idea that she was so unfamiliar with the idea of having friends in any of their classes. But she was trying to be nicer to him.

"But," he offered another sheepish smile, bending closer to whisper like children trading a secret in grade school. "This class is my favourite."

Thena just stared at him. She supposed that made sense. He always said he had the same like of history and classics that his mother had. But the idea that she was included in the categorisation of his favourite anything; a warm feeling spread in her chest.

"The lovebirds are here already."

Students began filtering into the small lecture hall, facing them seated at the front of the room. The one who made the comment plunked down close to the door. Another one looked in their direction, "don't you two ever sleep in?"

They got jokes and insinuations that they were together all the time. Apparently, everyone could see some kind of brewing, invisible tension between the two of them. Thena always found it ridiculous.

"We don't-!"

The student startled, as did the rest of the room slowly taking their seats. The declaration was sharp, and loud--far louder than was needed for a room this size.

Thena felt warmth rush to her cheeks, first for the outburst, then the realisation that it seemed overeager to deny something that wasn't even said. She cleared her throat, turning towards the board (since she had shot to her feet in her denial). "Sit down and start copying."

The student body present groaned but obeyed. Gil was the far preferred teaching assistant because he didn't scare anyone, and even if they under-performed, he had kind encouragements as opposed to scathing condemnations.

"Guys, come on, you heard her."

Thena barely glanced over her shoulder. There was nothing new about their students complaining about her teaching methods. But Gil usually didn't take quite so stern a tone with them. Even in her defense.

He peeked at her with a smile, perhaps hoping to show that he was indeed her ally and not her enemy.

Thena whipped her head forward again. So long as they were pitted against each other in any setting, he was no friend of hers. No matter how winsome his smile was.

#Thenamesh AU #a true enemies to lovers #thank you for the ask sweetheart #I really like this suggestion! #I think there's a delicate balance in enemies to lovers #and Gil is so sweet #he just wants the mean girl he teaches with to smile sometimes! #everyone says Gil buddy I know she's pretty but you've gotta give up on the wicked witch of the west branch y'know? #meanwhile Gil is like you just don't understand her #he does lie #he says that he gets one point below her #specifically because if she finds out he scored above her #and be furious at him #he can say oh it slipped my mind it's only a two point difference #Thena absolutely hates that he's always beating her #but don't be mistaken #she knows she dislikes him for completely illegitimate reasons #and she doesn't tolerate any disrespect of him #she hears a couple students laughing because he served them at the diner #she gives them two extra assignments each #and marks them so harshly they go crying to Professor Stoss #Phastos: I dont' like you either you have bad attitudes and you use AI to write your essays get out of my office #Thena's roommates notice her daydreaming more often #Sersi asks hey so what about that guy you TA with #Thena: WHAT ABOUT HIM #Makkari: *she knows*

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Hello ! Could I ask for a oneshot (or headcanons if you like) of Dipper x A reader who was pressured too much by parents with school grades? My whole life I've been pressured, and I must say, it's not good, you end up doing the things that others want without thinking about you first, mostly you do it out of fear of suffering consequences... But I'm getting better ! If you can be inspired by this little description I would love it ! — Anon Simp

Hi sorry it has taken me literally forever to get to this. It's been a long time since I've had to worry about grades, so I hope this still rings true, but I think it might go something like this--

You and Dipper start talking because of DD&D, of course--he noticed your pin and couldn't help but strike up a conversation. You've never actually played yourself, but you've read all the rulebooks and you watch a lot of videos and--

"You should play with us!" He cuts you off in his excitement. You immediately agree. But as the day draws closer, you realize you can't, there's no way, you've got too much studying to do. You text him your regrets, and you can tell he's disappointed, and you agree to try again next week.

Of course, the next week, you still have homework.

Just like the week after that.

But a funny thing has happened over the past three weeks; you and Dipper have started texting each other, not just about rpgs, but about, you know, life. And as you stress-text at him again and again, he starts to put the pieces together.

One day he says, "You're really hard on yourself."

It strikes you as absurd. "Well, yeah. I have to be."

He frowns. "Why?"

"Because--" is he being deliberately obtuse? Isn't it the most obvious thing in the world?-- "Because if I don't get straight As, my parents will kick me out, I'll never get into college, I'll never get a degree, I'll never get a job that pays more than minimum wage, I'll die alone and homeless at 27!--"

He watches you with concern as you catastrophize. Then he says, "You know, my uncle Stan never even graduated from high school. He lived out of his car for ten years. But even he ended up ok." He smiles to himself; he clearly loves this uncle. "And anyway, you're smart. I bet if you don't study for this test, you'll get like a 92 instead of a 98. That's still an A."

You shake your head miserably. "Not good enough for my parents."

He nods sadly, then says, "Listen, I get it, I used to be really anxious too. About, like, everything. But last summer I kinda had a... near-death experience."

He what? You stare at him in horror, but he doesn't elaborate, just goes on, "And it really put things in perspective, y'know? A bad grade isn't the end of the world."

Something about the look in his eyes as he says that, the sudden flatness in his voice, makes you shiver. What happened to him?... you hope he's in therapy.

He meets your eyes again. "I know it feels like it, though."

You swallow. His eyes are big and serious and looking right at you. "Maybe..." you say, voice wobbly, "Maybe we should start smaller. I can't take a whole Saturday off to play games, but maybe... maybe if we, got a coffee or something? I can tell my parents we're studying."

Dipper breaks out into a huge grin, and you feel like you might float away. "See? I told you you were smart!"

#dipper pines #dipper x reader

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The Zeldas and their roles !!

So the Zeldas are all sisters and cousins born from the current Queen of Hyrule and her sisters. They're just as important to the story as the Links, except that they're less violent... mostly. All the Zeldas in age order with a little info:

- Dusk: Twilight Princess Zelda, the oldest Zelda born to the Queen, deals with political negotiations and holds a great deal of information. She is misunderstood as cold and calculating, but in truth she is just a hermit. She is 26 and in an arranged marriage, though secretly in love with a certain Twili Princess...

- Lullaby/Sheik: Ocarina of Time Zelda, the second oldest born to the Queen, is more of a public face and mostly sweet talks politicians or potential opponents at her parents' command. She is bigender and has a secret identity as Sheik. She is 25 and under less pressure from her parents than Dusk. She's closer with the younger Zeldas and is friends with Time as Sheik.

- Athena: Hyrule Warriors Zelda, the oldest born to the Queen's younger sister, is a highly trained fighter and has fought in a war abroad as a commander. She is highly praised and respected for her role to play, though she would prefer it if it wasn't for the motives behind said war. She is 23 and slightly more distanced from the other Zeldas, though it's just because she travels outside of Hyrule or has to help with military training a lot.

- Fable: Alttp Zelda, the third oldest born to the Queen and currently a sage-in-training. Her public image is that of a highly religious, studious saint, although in reality she's a bit of a goofball. She is 22 and close with Lullaby, Flora, and Sun.

- Sun: Skyward Sword Zelda, the oldest born to the Queen's youngest sister but fifth oldest overall, she lives a more discreet life more distanced from royalty. She still meets for tea with her fellow Zeldas, but feels less of the pressure to be a princess instead of a person. She is 20 and a college student studying textiles and fashion, along with ornithology. She is in contact with her royal relatives and likes gossiping with Fable. She's like a mum friend to Flora and very close with all of the Zeldas, even Dusk the hermit.

- Flora: Botw/Totk Zelda, the second youngest born to the Queen and more of an adventurer and scholar than Princess. She's under immense pressure from the King to be more like Fable as she also holds the same kind of sage magic as her but with the potential to be stronger. She's 16 and stressed out 98% of the time and very close with Fable, Sun, and Lullaby. Before the accident and memory loss, Wild was training to be her personal knight and the two of them got relatively close, but now he doesn't remember her and she's forbidden from exploring without a guard (Sheik sometimes sneaks her out to explore though).

- Dot: Minish Cap/Four Swords Zelda, the younger sister of Sun and only other child of the Queen's youngest sister. Like Sun, she prefers to live a more discreet life, but still speaks to the other Zeldas. She's 15 and good friends with Four, though they have intellectual wars a lot.

- Dawn(I think that's the fanon name for Hyrule's Zelda??): Legend of Zelda and Zelda 2... Zelda. She's the youngest born to the Queen of Hyrule and lives a pretty relaxed life in the castle without much royal pressure. She's 14 and close with all of the Zeldas, but especially Dot.

- Tetra: Wind Waker Zelda, the youngest out of all and Athena's younger sister. She's training as part of the Navy and lives on a submarine most of the time, but she is also tasked with reporting on the loyalty and attitude of recruits. She's 13, but don't let her age fool you; she can and will kick your ass.

#tloz #lu #linked universe #modern au #this took way too long #but here are the zeldas !! #yes I ship midzel #and midna will be a part of this #i love midna

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i don't know if im just so in love with big dragon that im out to interpret everything that happens on that show with rose-tinted glasses [likely] or if the narrative progression of this show really does flow smoothly [definitely at some parts] but i cannot get over how predictably and consistently they miscommunicate [also pointed out by @sugarbabywenkexing's tags on this post]

Even in this where Mangkorn walks in on Nine kissing Yai falling in the of course must walk in on the most inopportune moment trope has come about with so much delicious mismatched but entirely logical interpretation of what that conversation/fight meant for their relationship that im just !!!!!!!!!!!

(post got too big and needed a cut AGAIN what is happening to me)

that mangkorn is here [assuming yai's house] with food to reconcile after he's calmed down from a heavy fight is peak boyfriend behavior.

i think in his mind they are still boyfriends [and yes when did they even become boyfriends but i think it happened while they fucked] because why wouldn't they be? the fight was BAD sure but it was yai who was talking about not running away and solving things together and he doesn't have clarity on whether he can keep dating Mangkorn but he hasn't said he won't either - in mangkorns head yai has walked off not walked out. Yes he's heard the sad song but what is drunk singing compared to a wholeass convo where yai decisively didn't say he was walking away.

and yai...while im 98% certain this is nine catching yai off guard i think yai and nine's dinner had veered into date category and it was something that yai had actively allowed to happen - a cute boy was being nice to him and he needed that. in many ways i think his relationship with mangkorn is so unconventional that he almost needs to know he can do normal.

even without the kiss, that typically isn't the kind of dinner you have one on one when you're in a relationship [they've known each other since they were kids and it wouldn't be wrong even if yai was committed] but i feel like yai isn't the kind of person who'd be caught entirely off guard like this.

I just think that in yai's head he is no longer committed to mangkorn. And it makes so much sense why mangkorn wouldn't see them as broken up but yai would. For mangkorn, he's always known he was engaged, no fundamental aspect of the relationship has changed. He was engaged back when he agreed [/fucked his way] to this relationship as he is now. But the terms of the relationship that Yai had agreed to has fundamentally changed. He hadn't agreed to be with [/fucked] a guy who was engaged and so the commitment he'd made to mangkorn [imo SD exchange that morning] is now null and void.

i can't wait to see how mangkorn will react to this because i dont think there can be a wrong reaction [morally maybe but not narratively]: 1) he might remember the message of the song and slink away like a poor little meow meow (quite likely esp with the study abroad storyline coming) 2) he might confront yai (also possibly hinted at by the preview) or 3) he might go full psycho and try to control/blackmail yai (still has the SD)

#big dragon the series #big dragon meta #mangkornyai #this is my trashfire show and i am saying it can afford a bit more toxicity #i do want him to use the card again #or even attempt a seduction gone wrong like fightertutor in why r u #because i think mangkorn violating yai's trust #because another way in which they are bonded is their d/s relationship #where yai as a sub has entrusted his safety to mangkorn #will make for such delicious gutwrenching angst #my blorbos must suffer the maximum amount

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William Birkin HC's

Requested by: @adlerboi

GIF ISN'T MINE BELONGS TO: Residentevilnet

Enjoy these few HC'S ;)

(OC mentioned is made by @adlerboi )

William is very introverted, he keeps himself to himself. Not wanting to bother anyone else.

He regularly overthinks, while he doesn't make it obvious to others. It is a constant worry in his mind.

In his school years he git bullied and teased a lot, since he was so quite and didn't really defend himself.

He'd just let the bullying happen to him without a care in the world. Knowing it would never end.

While growing up, he didn't really have any friends except for one, Lucy Barnes.

They did everything together, though the two may have been shy. They were a perfect match for one and another.

If anyone tried to tease or hurt Lucy, he would always defend her. Even if he got hurt in the process.

The two grew up in their school years before William had moved away in their teenage years.

He excelled in school, Science being one of his main projects, of course. And always passing the science exams, and any practical exams they had.

He has a large collection of books about Science, space, human anatomy in his library.

When he first joined Umbrella, he did feel uncomfortable since he joined at the younge age of 16, but thanks to Albert Wesker, he made him feel more accommodated.

Sometimes people always took him for granted, and never took him seriously. But the more he hung out with Wesker, people started to respect him.

Especially when he took over the project from Marcus with Wesker, one of the many highlights in his life.

When studying or reading his papers, he likes to listen to classical music, as it helps him relax, especially after a stressful day.

Sometimes, he would also drink alcohol but that was rare, since he isn't much of a drinker.

A social drinker yes (Whenever he is out with friends, or work colleagues. That was the most appropriate time for him to drink alcohol)

When he and Lucy did reunite, old feelings came back. Old feelings that William had forgotten about.

During that time William was already struggling of being overworked, and becoming distant with his wife Annette. Not really knowing how to cope.

The two got closer again once more, and William soon divorced Annette to be with Lucy again.

The two remained together until Birkin was killed in '98, wheb the lab self-destruced.

#re #resident evil #re 2 #reaident evil 2 #re 2 remake #william birkin #brooke's requested writings

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Dair + Fight + Mission?

Dair + Fight & Mission

It starts on the first day of classes in January. 

Or, it may be more accurate to say it started that very first day of freshman year back in August, when they agreed to pretend not to know each other. Blair should have just stuck with that deal. 

But when they both end up in the same Comparative Literature class, it’s impossible to ignore that Humphrey is her biggest competition. 

It’s a testament to how far she’s fallen and how low NYU is that Dan Humphrey, from Brooklyn, is her competition for top in the class. And, when she finds out Dr. Wheeler always picks a sophomore student assistant for the following year from his freshman sections, Humphrey becomes her chief competition for that too. 

Her innate talent and superiority should make it a no-brainer, but he is always there, doing extra reading, speaking first in class discussion before she can even take a fucking breath, showing up early with coffee, and staying late with book recommendations. Every time Blair feels she’s cleared an objective to get her closer to the goal, there’s Humphrey, already trying to outmaneuver her. 

She knows all she needs is one lucky break. And she knows, from years of experience, that sometimes one has to make her own luck. 

===========

After she picks up her graded midterm paper—a 98, no doubt setting the curve for everyone else—she treats herself to a cappuccino to bring to her study table in Bobst to celebrate a mission well-accomplished. 

“What the fuck is your problem, Waldorf?”

Blair sets her drink aside and looks up from her laptop, cool and collected. “Library voice, Humphrey.”

He holds up a stapled set of papers, covered in red ink. “I didn’t write this.”

“Yes, and that’s a terrible breach of the academic honor code. Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time, Humphrey.” 

Humphrey slaps the pages on the table in front of her. “I know you switched out my paper.”

She folds her arms over her chest, fixes him with her best Queen of Constance stare. “Prove it.”

He meets her eyes, not bending, then breaks after a few seconds, shaking his head, clearly frustrated. “I don’t know why I thought I could try,” his hand scrabbles to pick the F essay back up, she glimpses his nails, bitten to the quick, cuticles stained with ink. “Forget it, I’ll just go talk to Wheeler now.”

“No – wait –” she blurts out reflexively. “Dan, don’t.”

The shape of his name feels odd in her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say it, but it’s enough to get him to halt. 

“This is all I have, okay?” the vulnerability spills out of her without permission, but once she’s said it, she can’t stop. “I wasn’t supposed to be here, and Nate’s at Columbia, and Serena’s doing – whatever, and Chuck obviously was never going to work out,” she takes a breath, shutting her eyes to try to get away from how he’s looking at her. “And I wasn’t supposed to be here. NYU is all I have left, okay?”

She looks back up at him tentatively. He’s still standing, feet evidently rooted to the floor, his jaw clenched tighter than the hand on not-his paper. 

Then, he unexpectedly wilts into the chair across from her, slumping down over the table. 

“My family moved out of our home,” he says softly, then clears his throat. “Vanessa isn’t even talking to me right now, which — I get is my fault.” He looks up at her, his eyes hardening. “And I wasn’t supposed to be here either. I got into Yale, remember?”

Blair looks down at her hands twisted in her lap. Of course she remembered. She’s been holding it against him ever since. 

“The only difference is,” he continues, brittle, “is that you’re here for a reason you can actually control,” he concludes bitterly, then shoves away from the table. Blair watches him leave the reading room, stricken. 

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Back in her dorm room the next morning, she digs a packet out of her desk drawer. She doesn’t know why she kept it, or why she even bothered to read it at all, but she did, and it was…good. Really good. 

She stuffs the essay in her bag and heads out the door, straight to Wheeler’s office hours. 

#ty for sending! I had fun with this one #dair #an nyu au for youse <3 #bc we deserved more academic rivals energy #*prompts

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💙💛 Masterlist 💛💙

❗️on hiatus❗️

Hey lovely readers ❤

I currently have a humongous real life workload. Husband has been putting in like 70 hours a week of studying lately and it's looking like that trend in going to hold strong for like... 9 more months. 🙃 On top of that he's started doing two 12's a week doing home hospice care.

Meanwhile I am in the middle of switching jobs and taking care of the toddler and the animals and cooking all the meals and cleaning the house AND this week I finally got hubs to break and admit that I'm gonna have to do the yard work too. (Pray for me. I'm so itchy already.)

All of this is to say that I'm! Still! Writing! It's my happy place and has become a pivotal outlet for me so I'll never completely stop... but I have no earthly idea how often I'll be posting or what it'll even be.

That said, NONE of my fics have been abandoned and none of them are dead. All will continue once we've found our footing and have a good routine that doesn't neglect anyone's needs.

Again, I love you all, I appreciate my readers and I will still be here putzing around in tumblr some if y'all wanna... idk? Be friends?? Interact?? 😗 Feel free to tag me in stuff or send asks 🥰 I'll be around!

9/4/22

UPDATE 2/23/24:

Hello! Long time no read! (Or write)

I'm tossing out a little update here just to let you guys know that I'm still around, I just hadn't really felt compelled to write for the last... year.

At first, I was just waiting. I was on a journey to being officially diagnosed ADHD and starting meds for it. It was a long LONG journey and around the time I stopped writing, I was only a couple weeks away from diagnosis. Trying to write was such a struggle and I felt like being on meds was going to allow me to write more in less time because I wouldn't have to spend 80% of my "writing" time just trying to make myself focus.

I started meds about 8 months ago, and it has been a really awesome 8 months. Really. I have done so many things I hadn't been able to do before, like do my laundry and fold it and put it away. Or like sit in a restaurant and participate in a conversation without wanting to climb under the table and cry. But what I haven't wanted to do for 8 months... was write.

I thought it was because life had gotten too busy or because my son had gotten to an age where he took up more emotional bandwidth, leaving less for me to work with at the end of the day. I really really wanted to believe that it wasn't directly because of the meds.

Then, last month, I started having some health issues that have had us a bit worried about my heart. I wore a halter monitor for a week and will be discussing the results with my doctor soon. In the meantime, the provider for my adhd meds has advised me to stop the stimulants.

I want to be clear that I'm about 98% sure that whatever is happening with my heart is minor enough that we shouldn't be too worried. Stopping the meds was out of caution, and that paired with some other lifestyle changes has me having less symptoms already.

I've brought it up because I wanted y'all to know that I'm a week off of adderall and... I can't stop thinking about my stories. I'm really really feeling the push to write again and I think you'll be hearing from me soon. Soonish. Whether or not I can take my meds again in the future remains to be seen, but if I do get the green light I will be taking them differently than I was before to make room for ALL the things I want in life, not just the "productive" ones.

Hope you're all well. Sorry to have left you hanging for so long. 🥰

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Personal Tag * Illusions/Inclusions * Leonora Jean Arnold * Elanor Blysse Green * Hands in the Sand * Tag Games * writing playlist

Fics: [+ = unfinished]

Illusions Series+ : RJ MacCready/f!SoSu

-Illusions

-Inclusions

Deacon/Whisper/Raider/Vaultie/Bunny Series+ : Deacon/f!SoSu

-Bunny Dear

-Earn It

-Tit for Tat

-Tune Up

Unashamed : Boone/f!Courier oneshot

Secure : Boone/f!Courier ficlet

Hands in the Sand+ : MacCready/f!sosu soulmate AU

[all fics are explicit]

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#fo4 fanfic #fo4 #writing #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fanfiction #rj maccready #deacon

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SPECTRE!Madeleine headcanon

She was born Madeleine White in 1986. She was very close to her parents growing up, moving to a live in a remote place in Norway when she was still young, they travelled a lot.

Her dad would go away for work, sometimes for weeks at a time, and the years went by he would be away longer and longer.

In ‘98, she and her mother were attacked by an unknown intruder. Though her mother was killed, Madeleine managed to find her fathers gun and shoot the man, and though he left, she found a place to hide and stayed there.

Mr. White got home not long after, finding his wife, devastated he shouted for his daughter and she finally came out of hiding place. He told her to pack her things, as they were leaving and wouldn’t be coming back.

He finally told her that his work involved some very bad and dangerous people, and he had thought she and her mother would be safe if he kept them at a distance, especially as he moved up the ranks and became more involved. It was why he was around less and less.

She was angry at first, and wanted nothing to do with it, blaming him for her mother’s death, but White insisted she however she felt, she needed to be prepared; it would be the only thing that kept her safe. He put her into a “special school”, where her education included fight training, with and without weapons, and instruction on how to deceive people.

They try to teach her how to be seductive to gain a persons trust, but she snarled at the idea, deciding she wouldn’t act like a swooning damsel to get people to trust her, she just needed to appear credible and she could do that by being a professional.

In 2005, she changed her last name to Swann and started studying psychiatry.

 ***

In late 2014 she was brought onto a project, apparently selected by Blofeld himself for a special assignment. There was a British agent that had been causing the organisation a lot of trouble, already having taken out some prominent members. They were laying down the foundations of a trap that would eventually send him her way.

She was unsure, but her father told her he had the utmost faith in her, that he would be the one to send the agent to her, that his position was shaken, and this would be her chance to secure her own position. This would also be the last thing he would do.

They were going to set her up with an office in the Hoffler Klinik, a private medical facility in Solden, a resort SPECTRE occasionally used for meetings due to it’s more remote location. Though it wasn’t owned by SPECTRE, or not as far as she knew, they had several staff on the payroll.

The office she was given was large, prominent, with windows all around providing a view of the location. She settled in and took on several clients as she waited.

It was several months before she got a call from her father. He had been alerted that Bond was headed his way, and it wouldn’t be too long after that Bond would be with her so she should get ready. They got to say goodbye, knowing it would be the last time they would ever speak.

 **

When the request for an appointment crosses her desk, she has already cleared her schedule, so she is able to see him as soon as possible.

Bond was both not and exactly what she expected. She allowed him to feel he had all the information, and allowed her real emotions over her fathers death to surface as he tells her of it, telling him to leave. She is confident he won’t, and the type of person to feel more secure in where he stands with a person if he has to work to convince them of something.

Hinx unexpectedly shows up. He tells her they have to go far a little ride, and when she objects, he points to the room below, where Bond is stood talking to a dark-haired man. She frowns and starts to leave, but on of Hinx’s men grabs her arm as he tells her ‘he needs to see you first’. She asks why and he grins, ‘He can only come after one of you’.

Frustrated that she wasn’t informed of this, and that nobody seems willing to tell her more, she gets angrier still when they try to inject her with something in the car, and when they say it’s just to look convincing, she snaps at them that it’ll only set back their plans if she can’t function.

When Bond catches up, she lets her anger out, throwing up an adversarial defence knowing he’ll want to break through, but calms down significantly when he tells her they have to go meet a friend of his. On the way to the Pevsner, she is curious if anyone’s going to be waiting for them, if Hinx’s vague hint was they were after this friend. And if the room is empty, she may be able to flip her anger to concern and manoeuvre her way further into Bond’s trust.

However, the dark-haired man is there, meaning the others had failed, a surprise given the look of him. He is introduced only as Q, clearly a codename, and appears to be a tech specialist. His presence has Swann confused, as she was under the impression that Bond was operating without 6’s permission, or so she had been told. So, either she had been lied to, someone had their information wrong, or Bond had friends helping from inside.

She stays mostly quiet, seeing the opportunity to gain trust by revealing SPECTRE is the name of the organisation, which given what they have already seems fairly moot, and that L'Américain is a place.

 *

She takes Bond to the hotel in Morocco, maintaining that she wants distance between them, while trying to figure out how to ‘accidentally’ find the secret room, and convince Bond to keep taking her with her.

Luckily Bond finds it himself, eventually, and they find the information that leads them to Blofeld. She is surprised to see pictures from her childhood, and uses the genuine sentimental emotions to persuade Bond to let her come with him, as he seems fairly convinced White was trying to strike at Blofeld.

When they leave, she leaves a message of where they’re going, knowing they’re being watched.

On the train, she can tell Bond is properly warming to her, so she reciprocates, telling him pieces of her past.

She sees Hinx approaching and is confused what he is planning, as there is no need to intervene since Bond is willing walking into Blofelds trap. When he attacks Bond, she gives a few token efforts to intervene, and as the fight escalates, moving further down the train, she hurriedly asks grabs her phone to ask what to do, receiving a prompt reply, ‘kill him’.

She takes the gun, chasing after the pair, and shoots Hinx.

She ends up sleeping with Bond.

At Blofeld’s base they get split up, taken to separate rooms, Blofeld comes to speak with her and she tells him what she knows, and about the man from Austria and what he seemed to have worked out from the ring. Blofeld smiles as if he already knows this.

She is rejoined with Bond, and they are led through the facility, Blofeld showing the footage from inside 6, and then the footage of her father’s death plays. She already knows this is what happened, but it still hurts to see it. Bond is knocked out, and as they are setting him up in some contraption, she voices her concern.

That they officially conceded defeat, doesn’t mean they have in truth. Q, at least, was definitely working against their plans. Blofeld shows her a number of files, some high ranking 6 personnel, and she points out the man she saw. Blofeld just smirks, Denbigh is already onto that one, they have plans for him.

Swann points out it’s not just him, and they cannot rule out whether others are working with him. Blofeld tells her she can work her way in, but she says killing Bond is a bad idea, that she needs him alive, as they’ll never trust her if she goes back alone.

He shrugs and tells her it won’t be a problem.

The chair scene, and Bond hints to her about his watch, she makes a quick decision, taking it and destroying the controls, freeing Bond. He is instantly in action, and she does her best to keep up as they make their escape.

He takes her to a safe house in London, where they wait alone for a while before people arrive. Only one enters, M, the boss, and she listens as they run through their plan. She follows them outside to get a look at the others, only 3 others and recognises them from the files, possibly they are the only ones, but at the very least they are the top of the pile.

She makes her exit, telling Bond she doesn’t want to part of it, and walks away as they drive off. She sends a text and moments later a car pulls up and she gets in. Blofeld is waiting, his mood unreadable, his face newly scarred.

She informs of what she heard, of how many, who, and their plan. He makes some phone calls as they drive through London, coming to stop at the old MI6 building.

She is confused as he leads her through the abandoned building, talking through his revenge on Bond, how everything worked out quite well, considering, until they end up in a room where he secures her to a chair. He tells her, ‘Bond will come for you,’ and she asks him if she is supposed to die. He smiles and tells her ‘you might get out. I did.’

Bond does reach her in time, and they make a narrow escape, chasing down the helicopter, Bond shooting it down onto a bridge. She follows behind, and watches with satisfaction as Bond stands over Blofeld.

At the other end she can see the rest of the team, and it’s with a further sense of victory Bond looks to them and starts to walk towards her. Denbigh dead and his plan in ruins, Hinx dead, now Blofeld in the custody of the British government, a number of high positions SPECTRE were open and for the taking.  

#teamqbranch #007 fest 2022 #headcanon day #QB-S1 #spectre #james bond

[prismaticpichu]

Last one! Promise! I only ever got around to three chapters before inspiration died, but I’m so happy to give it a home nonetheless! I dump a lot of my writing here so why not y’ know? Everything’s practice! <3 Ty ty ty for indulging my Sephiroth fangirrrl!!

The skeleton of the fic basically followed Sephiroth having to save Midgar when werewolf-adjacent monsters run amok. Oh no! And because he’s like Jenovian or something he can’t be transformed- something in similar vein to how his blood can heal degradation in Crisis Core. I’m also 98% sure this was written in various study halls. My life is weird and my imagination is weirder.

(Tw for tryhard-edgy body horror <3)

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"Stay back, clear out!" The officer struggled to be heard over the vicious tumult of bystanders and rain. He herded the flustered citizens away, beaming a flashlight upon the eye of the storm.

Assisted by both artificial and natural illumination, a body was revealed. Perhaps one would not even recognize it as such if not for the unmistakable and humanistic terror that had been seared into his or her features, raw and potent long after their eternal abduction.

"Move aside."

None of the witnesses dared to disobey the voice that sliced through the rabble. Everyone stepped aside, leaving room for Sephiroth and the lieutenant at his heels to weave through. Cries hushed to murmurs, all seeking solace in the SOLDIERs' presence.

"General." The policeman bowed his head in greeting, nothing short of maladroit due to the paralytic binds that took seize of his heart and mind.

There was no time for formalities. Sephiroth strode to the corpse's side, crouching down for a closer inspection. With the radiating emerald gleam of Mako, there was no need to take the offered flashlight. The sight was more than clear.

And it was hellish to put it lightly.

A man, no older than twenty, lay mutilated in the shadows of Midgar's freeway. Drenched in a river of both rainfall and blood, saturated crimson streams journeyed along the concrete, drawn by the gravitational pull of the sewers, filtering through the grates. His clothes were nothing but tatters, laced by ruby threads, revealing the art underneath—gaping lacerations that severed the arms and chest, cascading rents dammed by exposed tissue where bone was visible beyond the flesh, stripped clean of the muscle, fractured and dampened with marrow. The feast hadn't ended there: the throat was slashed in two, a once-strong larynx now resembling nothing more than a scissored cord, blood trickling from a yawning mouth, teeth stained pink, and amber eyes cavernous with engraved terror.

Sephiroth had no words to share. No exclamations of horror or curses to utter beneath his breath. No. He had seen such butchery before. But by the hands of a monster at that—a beast with five fingers, gifted with speech and reigned over the food chain, slaughtering others without reason or care.

No, this was a much different beast.

As Sephiroth straightened, his visage was carved from stone. Flurries of red of blue lights began blaring in the distance.

"S-Seph...?"

The warrior turned to face his friend. Zack was standing in utter silence, caged in his mind, sapphire locked darkly with the man who had moments before been alive, breathing, feeling... He met the unreadable emeralds with eyes of pain and horror, mist welling within them. So many questions flashed through them.

How... Why... What did he do wrong...?"

Sephiroth had no answers. He could only sigh in response, laying a firm hand to rest upon the younger man's trembling shoulder, inclining his own head in condolence.

Zack was pure. The death of those he had never met were still bullet wounds, ones that stung deep with guilt and hollowness. Sephiroth, in contrast, could spill blood untainted. Even if no one save Zack realized, he would do all in his power to ensure that death was a last resort when handling adversaries. However, he couldn't, and never would, fathom his friend's level of empathy. It was what drew him to Zack to begin with.

Sniveling, the brunet lunged forward, burying himself deep into the unwavering sanctuary of his best friend's coat, hidden from the venomous reality that was too cruel to fathom. He would process it, he knew he would... eventually. He was a SOLDIER, death was an inevitability. He knew that good and well.

But... just...

Sephiroth swaddled his arms around the quivering teen, much to the bugged-eye gawks of those not swamped in tears. He pressed him close to his chest, surveying the frail excuse of a body over the trembling shoulders. His eyes narrowed darkly. "What happened?" Sephiroth interrogated in a cool and urgent bark, propping his chin against Zack's hair.

"We're... unclear, Sir." The officer lowered his flashlight, stepping aside as two paramedics wheeled a stretcher into the tumult. They sputtered unintelligible swears upon digesting the wretched sight.

"Wait," Sephiroth intervened, drawing the workers' attention as they hovered a thick cadaver pouch over the corpse's form. They turned to the warrior, confusion written in their eyes.

Keeping one arm wrapped securely around his friend, Sephiroth withdrew his PHS and snapped a photo. "You may proceed; I will examine the injuries more thoroughly.”

They nodded silently.

Sephiroth watched them leave then. He watched them lift the gorged body into the ambulance, watched them fasten the doors, watched them speed through the rain and blood, watched the look of sheer disbelief and repulsion as they did so, destined to be ghosts in his mind. When he felt Zack quiver, Sephiroth returned his phone to rewrap the arm he had freed.

The storm ceased to quell. Even as people were instructed to leave, even as tape was bordered around the sidewalk, even as streets were obstructed, Sephiroth's boots were fixed in cement.

He and Zack stood there, silent amidst the downpour, both wondering why they couldn't have just been outside to prevent it all. Prevent an innocent life from being stripped away.

He had again failed.

He couldn't protect anyone.

Never.

x~x~x~x

Sephiroth’s head was dipped, silver bangs dismal and wilting as he trudged down the empty ShinRa corridor. His boots tried to counter the painful silence, echoing heavily in the wake of his doleful movements.

He stopped when footsteps padded behind him. The clumsy and shaken motions said it all.

"I told you to go to bed.”

When Zack was only a few feet behind the other, he dug his hands into his pockets, pivoting uneasily. "I... don't think I'll be able to sleep."

The warrior glanced over his shoulder, frowning. "Try."

Zack ignored him. "Where are you going? It's just as late for you as it is for me!" He was still noticeably shivering as he spoke, the macabre images refusing to fade from his mind's eyes, clear and potent, stuck on repeat.

Sephiroth raised his chin, contemplating an adequate response. "I have been trained to go nights on end without sleep, and I have crucial investigating to do for the safety of everyone in Midgar. You have seen enough for one night. Rest." And with that he continued down the lonely, uncarpeted hall, leaving no room for further protest.

Not that it ever mattered to Zack. He balled his hands into fists. No... he wasn't going to be left behind. He wouldn't. If he couldn't handle a single murder, then what was he doing in SOLDIER? What was he doing standing behind the planet's strongest warrior, wearing a First Class belt, honored as the General's assistant? What kind of Lieutenant was that? What kind of friend  was that?

"No," Zack called after the other, his voice shooting out like a double-edged spear, pricking his own heart for how harsh it sounded. But he carried on. "I'm not just gonna curl up under the covers and let you clean up everythin' by yourself. We both saw what the Hell happened out there. Yeah, I was scared, but so what? I'm a SOLDIER, dangnabbit! You're not the only one who deserves to risk things! You've done it for me, for everyone, so what makes you think that anyone can't do the same for you?"

Sephiroth had once again paused in his tracks. For a long while neither spoke, the fire in Zack's eyes settling into embers of fierce determination. Sephiroth saw this as he turned around, saw the hesitation dying in the flames. He stared Angeal's puppy up and down. No. "puppy" wasn't fit for someone so resilient, someone who had been struck by everything from hurricanes to infernos, acknowledging the fear yet being able to sweep it aside for the well-being of others.

And at that, Sephiroth couldn't help but feel a bubbling sense of pride.

"Well..." A small, heartfelt smile stretched across his features. "You really have grown."

Zack, in spite of the circumstances—in spite of everything—found himself smiling. He jogged up to the other, his grin broadening as he realized Seph was waiting for him.

"So." The aqua orbs were glistening under a new light, already feeling the anxious weights lifting now that he stood beside his friend. "Where we heading?"

"Professor Price," Sephiroth explained, his tone now guarded and businesslike. He tapped the button for the nearest elevator, letting Zack slip inside before following. "Whatever attacked that civilian, it was no man. Only an animal could mutilate like that."

Zack listened attentively, swallowing. "I'd say. Do you think maybe it was just some freak accident? I mean... maybe a monster just wandered out from the slums...?" His chest tightened. If that was the case, then... Aerith...

"That was my initial thought process." Sephirorh eyed a flickering light on the ceiling. "However, myself—and you—have been down there on multiple occasion. To my knowledge, there isn't a creature capable of that amount of utter bloodshed."

"Yeah, true..." Zack scratched his head. "So you think the Professor'll know what coulda done... that?"

"That is the idea, yes." They shuffled out of the elevator and down the corridor, one not different than all the rest if one was to dismiss the vile and asphyxiating stench of raw Mako. "I have a photo for evaluation."

"Smart, smart. Hopefully-"

He was cut off when Sephiroth froze in his tracks. Zack, scuttling at a decently fast pace, rammed against the sturdy figure. "Bud...?" He craned around to follow the other's gaze, staring at nothing but a closed metal door. The same one they had previously entered, the same one with Professor Taylor Price plated over Hojo's name. "Hey, are you-"

And then the scent hit.

It barraged into his nose in a hostile and merciless greeting. Something rusty and bitter, spiteful and foul. Something all too familiar, and all too real.

Blood. It was blood. Lots of it.

Sephiroth was three steps ahead. He whipped out his key card, practically slamming it through the receiver as he barged through the door, Masamune poised and ready to slash.

There wasn't even time to scream before he had thrown his body over Zack's.

#zack fair #sephiroth #fangirl #fanfic #shoving more your way! #even more!

[valkyrieblogs]

continuing my second playthrough of 13 sentinels: aegis rim in an attempt to do more analysis and character study. after one million years, i finally get past the prologue. this time i’m covering:

shu amiguchi (0% - 14%)

destruction mode tutorial 006

ei sekigahara (0% - 14%)

destruction mode tutorial 007

shu amiguchi (0% - 14%):

i feel like, for some characters, i keep talking about other characters in their routes more than the character it stars. anyway, i love takamiya. plus the fact that when amiguchi decides to intervene, she gets ticked off at the idea that he thinks she even needs his help, and i fully believe she doesn't. in the japanese amiguchi actually references takamiya being the sukeban (which i know fuyusaka and kisaragi comment on later on) AKA her being the leader of an all-women gang. i do love how he just blurts out "the one who beat all you guys up?" with absolutely no mind for wajima and his gang being there. no concern for himself whatsoever.

okay, so, i'm always conflicted with amiguchi! i actually do like him as a character, i'm just not a big fan of this particular kind of flirt. i know that a lot of the reading of his relationship with takamiya is that it's an improvement on tetsuya/kisaragi (respecting her autonomy and agency) but i feel like it also requires this good faith engagement with takamiya being pretty tsundere about it. which is normally a trope i actually like? but i'm just not really feeling this relationship at all. maybe i’ll be more okay with it this time around? but unsure.

i am actually really appreciating getting to see these tetsuya ida memories, knowing that they belong to him and not amiguchi. especially since we get to see the end of the world without the sentinels... he even remarks on how he wishes he had some arms, since all they had back then was the type-98 bipeds...

also one thing i'm a bit perplexed about is... the timeline here. morimura doesn't think she can make it, so she tells ida to meet her on sumire bridge 16 years ago... according to the event archive, this is one loop ago (as we know, since it follows tetsuya ida). the dream that fuyusaka has about it (when she's being injected with morimura's memories) is in the current loop in 2089. my theory is... because she was destroyed and unable to back up her data from the previous loop, it sent back the version of her from two loops ago, when okino first sent her and juro back and sacrificed himself to do it. i guess because her sector 0 data hadn't been modified since that time, when a new loop (the current loop) began, she was brought back to the same location all over again, which is why she's also 15 rather than 31. it's the reason for her comment that she's the "only one who made it", since juro isn't there with her. no wonder she has to rely on tetsuya ida's interpretation of events (like if the other compatibles managed to escape) from the previous loop, because she lost her data from that time. this also really makes me think back on her relationship with 426 and how 16 years of that was lost, and makes me want to reconsider her actions and feelings toward him in the current loop.

i had noticed that before with her age, since it always said morimura was 31 when i had expected her to be 47 by this time... so now this makes a bit more sense to me, especially since we know time travel does not actually exist in this setting.

this actually is getting me to consider how uploading data to sector 0 works. i guess this theoretically means that any data saved there should exist again at the start of each loop? which makes me again wonder about the characters that got killed in the previous loop, where they were originally going to exist as AI. (like hijiyama, who was even piloting no. 19 as an AI alongside BJ in no. 17.) i guess the only way universal control wouldn’t recreate them/implement them again at loop start would be if their data was actively deleted from the system. i’m mostly thinking about this also because of the potential of previous loops we never saw, since i can’t imagine that in all the times the simulation reset, no one found sector 0 before.

i don't really have too much to say about meeting miyuki inaba at the end of this, other than... thinking about the drastic change in her personality since she was still calling herself kisaragi. i was revisiting some scenes earlier in my original save, and had forgotten about how she was also missing data from her sector 0 upload from when she was killed during it. so i’m sure that’s just the result of her missing data about her personality.

destruction mode tutorial 006:

this one opens with amiguchi and takamiya together, and i love how takamiya is singularly focused on finding natsuno. which makes sense, especially after her pursuit of natsuno throughout her own story, too! she has to make sure she's safe. there's something about the fact that she was actively discouraging natsuno from getting into a sentinel, knowing it was dangerous, too...

i love how she doesn't accept gouto's help to activate the aegis until natsuno insists on going over there, because of course she doesn't want natsuno to be in danger. protecting natsuno is so much of her goal throughout her story!! and continues to be, here...

ei sekigahara (0% - 14%):

once again, a strong opening to sekigahara's route. i also enjoy that the indicator that "ei sekigahara" is added to the thought cloud immediately pings the player and gets them to realize oh, this guy absolutely lost his memory. it's also interesting to me the way in which he's losing his memories from DD-426. his memories are obviously gone at this point, but there's still some things he remembers, like that he's clearly not from this era, or even things like... fuyusaka registering as being important to him, somehow?

i'm also immediately thinking of the contrast from 2188 sekigahara, working as an assassin—meanwhile here, he's careful to specifically not kill people, even though he's being pursued, and just incapacitating the men after him may leave him more at risk.

was looking at the japanese for this scene where he first wakes up and doesn't know who he is... when he finds fuyusaka's ID, the english translates it as "it's uncanny, though. almost like she's important to me." but the second part of the line here is 親しい人物 where the meaning is more like she's either someone close to him, or at least just familiar. (it is possible for 親しい to also mean intimate, but i don't think that's necessarily what he's saying here... because there's so many interpretations, it's vague, though.)

destruction mode tutorial 007:

i really love the little exchange between miura and hijiyama at the beginning of this battle... especially hijiyama's line: "no matter the war, it's an honour to fight at your side."

god i love the way they localize hijiyama at times. i feel like for the most part his dialogue sounds totally normal to me in japanese, but then this more dated line in the localization just got me where he talks about sekigahara's "flimflam". that said, that line is clearly more directed to sekigahara, rather than being about him? japanese: "we don't have time to waste on pointless chatter, sekigahara. ...i'm going on ahead." versus in english: "i didn't come here for more of sekigahara's flimflam... i'm going back to the frontlines." i like the stylistic choice with hijiyama, but the line itself isn't accurate. i'm mostly focusing on this because of how he seems to feel a bit adversarial toward sekigahara at times.

i love that gouto has to stop him from rushing off, so hijiyama has still not learned his lesson from the last area where he wanted to leave too soon. (although, at least this time he wasn't planning to leave the area—he was just going to break formation.

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#5

MY FAVOURITE WEBTOONS

It's kind of a funny story: the art style is amazing, so cute and comforting and the character design in impecable, perfect

DATEMATE: enbys falling in love, diversity in body types, diversity in relationships, people supporting each other in various ways, having a support net, it's all so comforting

(both of these queer storys' characters' issues have nothing to do with being queer which is refreshing/

Heartstopper: need I explain at all? (if you don't like it leave me alone)

Lore Olympus: THE ART STYLE !!!!!!! THE CHARACTER DESIGN !!!!!!! BIG PERSEPHONE !!!!!! BEAUTIFUL BODY SHAPES !!!!!! stop you're killing me

MY FAVOURITE COMICS THAT'S NOT ON WEBTOON:

I Love This Part: Tillie Walden's got me on the floor, the drawing style is simple but INCREDIBLE, giant sapphic girls !!!! it made me cry, I loved it

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#4

When Emily Brontë said "whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same" and when Madeline Miller said "He's half of my soul as the poet's say"

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#3

Ok, I understand the future au Patroclus being a doctor, but also, I think that Patroclus got into medicine mostly because it was the only other option he had other than war and fighting and stuff, so imagine Patroclus finding out there's a whole field of study that focuses in international relationships or smth, so countries get along, or something like that idk, let's just use our imaginations

87 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

#2

I'm obsessed with women that don't dress up their pain to be beautiful, and that don't polish their feelings to be consumed, but let them be rough and horrendous and genuine. I'm just so obsessed with how different the portrayal of depth is by women, how incredibly deep and thin it feels, not really to be seen, but to see women be a mess that adds nothing to the aesthetic of cleansness that has been assigned to women. To be ugly and dirty in their feelings and have moss grow in what they let sit on their minds. I'm obsessed with that Sylvia Plath quote about the ugly words pouring from our soul and Mitski and Venetta Octavia saying "I can be girl and woman and claws with teeth" and Fleabag and Ladybird and with myself as I see them and finally have a depthness to myself that feels more fitting than the one I've seen in movies about men and how complex "humans" are when they're just presenting a masculine perspective of how it truly feels like to be human, which was one of my favorite narratives until I found women expressing their own perspective and their own humanity which reflected to my own.

229 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

my thoughts on the Ryan Reynolds account is that no one should follow him so he earns his follows by posting his deranged thoughts, quotes, gifs, fandom incorrect quotes, or never blocking the bots like everyone else in here.

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#5

bitter truth

“You promised!” the words explode out of Ned without him realizing. He trembles with something beyond anger, something deeper than just grief and rage, that is full of nightmares and dreams of a faceless boy. Of hideous laughter and broken promises. “You promised that everything would be okay! And you would find us! Find me!” 

Peter refuses to look him in the eye but he frowns in a sudden familiar way. “I couldn’t risk you getting hurt. Either of you.” 

“But that’s our choice!” Ned fires back. “Did you even stop to consider what we might want?”

“You’re safer not knowing me! I don’t want to drag you into this shit again!” Peter vehemently insists, over and over, how much better Ned is without him. Yet, Peter still won’t look at him. 

“You were my best friend, Peter! I loved you and you made me forget!” Ned takes a ragged breath and it’s only now he realizes he’s crying. It’s only now Peter finally has the decency to look at him. 

They stand in silence, facing one another across the room of Peter’s sparsely decorated apartment. The distance between them is no more than the length of a couch and yet Ned feels as though Peter is miles away. 

A question burns in his mind, one that has been with him since the day he woke up in California remembering everything. The one that has tumbled around his head since he told MJ, since he got on that plane to New York, since he tracked down Peter Parker. Since he knew everything. 

“Were you ever going to find me?” 

Ned looks Peter in the eye and his heart breaks as Peter turns away.

“No.”

23 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

#4

Just to Be

Prompt: ‘I’m not ready to lose you yet’ from this list

Something a little artsy with immortal!Peter. 

========== “I’m not ready to lose you yet.” 

A quiet admission in the dark. Peter himself doesn’t realize he’s said it aloud until he feels her turn in his arms. By then it is too late to take them back. 

“What do you mean?” Michelle asks. She studies him, both puzzled and afraid. Or so he sees it. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“One day you will.” Peter says knowingly. He can see it already, the way time works on her. It moves through her, with her. For now, the river of time has brought them together, her to his lonely little rock stuck in a stream. One day, before he is ready, he knows those same waters will take her from him and he will be alone again. 

She touches his face. He looks at hers. 

“I’m not worried about the future.” she says. “We’re here together, now.” 

Now. 

Present. 

In his long life, Peter has forgotten what it is like to live in the now. In the present. To be alive and live and see the world for what it is, not for what it was or will be. To see Michelle as she is, not for what she will become. She is here now. He is here now. They are here now.

Peter kisses her and allows himself just to be.

31 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#3

taste of copper

Haiku drabble (50-70-50) 

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Michelle remembers her first kiss. She remembers a broken bridge. Smoke and fire. Rubble and twisted metal. Something heavy in her hand; a weapon, old and worn and sharp. Her heart pounds. Sirens go off in the distance and she knows it isn’t safe but she has to find… find…

Michelle remembers the taste of blood. Faint metallic taste that lingers on her lips. It isn’t hers. It belongs to someone else, to them. The one who she worries for, the one she traversed through wreckage and rubble to find. An ancient weapon in one hand; a delicate piece of glass in the other. It isn’t perfect but neither is this moment. First kisses shouldn’t taste like blood. Hers does.

Michelle remembers her last kiss. She remembers the dawn. The crackling sky. Rubble and twisted metal. Someone touches her face and she feels her heart breaking. Her heart pounds, hands tremble and eyes burn. She holds someone tight, afraid. A fierce kiss, full of unsaid things that taste of blood.

33 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#2

craving for you love 

Rated M

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Peter has a plan in mind, a rarely perfect plan which all goes flying out the window the second he steps into the bedroom. 

Rather than changing, Michelle is laying on the foot of the bed, her heels planted on the ground.  

Her dress is pulled up just enough that Peter can see the hint of lace from her stockings. He loves that dress on her. He loves any dress on her, but this one hits him differently. The deep red one with a split that goes up to just above her knee and dips low in the back. He isn’t sure what it’s made of but he knows it makes her shine in the flashing camera lights and he knows it’s the same color as her lipstick.

Pretty red lips that he just wants to kiss and ruin.

41 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Little Hands

Haiku Challenge, 50-70-50

Prompt: tiny hands in big hands [hand holding prompts]

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It is late when Peter slips in through the window. Quietly closes it behind. Slips off the suit in the bathroom where he quickly showers. Hair still dripping, he pulls on an old shirt and joggers, more than ready to climb into bed next to MJ. He checks May instead. 

He finds her wide awake. Quiet, but awake. Peter smiles, “Waiting up for me?” he asks as he takes May from her crib. She coos, little hands grab his shirt and grip it tight. “You should be sleeping, you gremlin.” Peter holds back a groan as he sits in the nursery rocking chair. It creaks as he rocks, falling into a familiar and lulling pattern. May gurgles in his arms. 

Peter thinks he could stare at her face and never tire of it. His daughter, everything good from both him and MJ. She waves her fist around, grunting with excitement and he watches with wonder at the sight of her little hands in his. He never wants to let go.

45 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

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5th July 2022, 7.57am

Caught up in the inevitable wave of months, I have not had much time, or will, to write. Things to say are always present, always pressing, but sometimes there either is not enough time to sit down and unpack everything, relive everything, or my body and soul and brain do not feel ready to let it all out.

Maturità — sono maturo — 96/100

I expected less, mainly because I scored less than I expected on my Italian exam. It’s a nice number to see written on a piece of paper. It should be a testament that I am a good student, that I am smart, that I am mature and ready to leave the nest. Except I do not feel that way.

The past few weeks have been a tornado of useless studying, greek latin italian philosophy history chemistry geology art history french literature, the books all piled up on my living room table. Too much coffee, sugary foods, artificially sweetened tea. The idea of a molecule much similar to glucose but not metabolizable by the body is very interesting; just a chemical component flowing through me and ending up in the toilet. Imposter syndrome. I was convinced that everyone would finally discover my true rotten self, the one who does not know anything and is unprepared, but I guess I got away with it once again.

In me, two sides co-exist. One telling me I am a fraud, an academic failure disguising as something I am not. Another telling me I deserve more. Nobody ever gives me more than I deserve, my grade was deserved after all, but the first side keeps yelling I should have gotten less. Ninety at most. Nobody gives me more than I deserve, and because other people get more than what they deserve the second side keeps yelling it’s not fair, telling me I was stupid for not adulating teachers, for respect the student-teacher gap, because if I had had no decency like some people I could have gotten a 98. A 100, even.

My friend J. came over from South Korea. We became mutuals on Twitter and for one reason or another we became very close. I studied and we hung out. I was a tourist guide through hot Venice, a nurse and interpreter when we went to the hospital for a whole day because he was sick. He’s better now. I should add everything to my CV.

After my exams, I slept for a whole day. And then another. And then I stayed home for two days, trying not to let the future eat me raw, stringing plastic pearls together and embroidering a strawberry on a white shirt. The repetition helps drown my fears for next year.

I’m in a plane to Marseille now.

Why do they always have to turn the A/C this high? I am seeing M. in a few hours. Tomorrow it will be a month that we are boyfriend and boyfriend. I really tested his patience while I was going insane prior to my exam. I ought to get him flowers when I arrive. Since he’s working this morning, I will have enough time to pick the ones I like, without rushing. Hopefully they have daisies.

-c.

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