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fadingdaggerr · 6 days

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Hii!! I hope you've had a great day!!

So, I had this idea and I can't stop thinking about it, it's like rotating in my brain like a Rotisserie Chicken. IDK if you're still taking requests but I just had to send this.

Anyway, Melissa and reader are in someone else's house (R parents or idk some kind of sleepover with the teachers) and for some reason they can't sleep together in the same bed/room, like they're used to, which is concerning R because Melissa doesn't really sleep well alone.

But Mel tries to ease R saying she'll be just fine for one night, and very reluctantly R agrees.

Well, it turns out she can't. R and obviously a few others in the house wake up to Melissa's screaming in the middle of the night and R runs to her, shes is sobbing, shaking and clutching R for dearlife, just absolutely terrified and not even letting R move. R calm her down and take care of her, like with a lot of fluff and comfort.

I'm just obsessed with R taking care of Mel and being really sweet.

Yeah that's it. I love your stories, they are really really good. And I could only think of you when this thing came out of my brain.

+ I absolutely loved what you did in "Know I'm Alive", I was kicking my feet and internally screaming. (I sent that anon 👉👈) So thanks, I enjoyed it a lot, like a lot a lot, like, if I could I would eat that it.

You're really talented!! <3

by the sun, by the moon

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: request above! | 4.8k

includes: no pronoun use for r, fluff, hurt/comfort, family play fights/sibling banter, r’s family adores mel, probably ooc!mel oops

warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamic (short), attempted violence (short), mentions/insinuations of sex, one outdated traditional value, sleep difficulties/nightmares, anxiety/panic attack

note: please feel free to skip the section that discusses the unhealthy relationship dynamic/violence. it begins after the first section divide with the line “for her entire childhood…” those topics are only explicitly stated there and only referenced one other time. please do not feel as tho you need to read triggering material to understand the story, i tried to make it understandable without having to read potentially distressing content :)

Melissa’s head tips back when she hears you coming back downstairs, having been waiting for you since your mom called during The Real Housewives time. The way you’re watching your feet with furrowed brows makes her fully turn until she’s kneeling on the couch, leaning over the back to get closer to you.

“Something wrong?” Melissa asks, reaching to grab your hand to pull you closer.

You shake your head, “no, no.” Warm hands rise to cradle the redhead’s face, “how would you feel about spending the night at my parents place Saturday? They’re hosting Jonah’s birthday, wanted our help to set up the night before.”

Her eyes widen, “just Saturday night?”

“Just Saturday,” you reaffirm, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. She cautiously nods, barely moving. “We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it, I’m not going to make you.”

“I know, I know,” she says through her breath, “we’ll stay the night.” The kiss you press to her forehead feels heavier than just a silent thank you.

—☽—

For her entire childhood and through her marriage, Melissa slept like a rock. She slept through Kristen Marie’s and Joe’s snoring, her college girlfriend’s sleep talking, her parents having a screaming match so loud the cops got called. Before starting teaching, she even had to train herself to wake up at the sound of her alarm, knowing that being late to the school was ten times worse than being late to JC Penney.

Two years after she finally left Joe, Melissa met Eric.

Tall, charming, nice-smelling Eric with his salt-and-pepper beard always tidy, a covered up Marine tattoo on his forearm. He’d bought her drink after his friend accidentally knocked hers off the counter of the bar, and two hookups later, she was agreeing to a real date. Three months later, she was his girlfriend and allowed him into her apartment. He got to know where the spare key was hidden after a year.

Eric was everything Joe was not. During arguments, Joe would shut down and leave, only returning when he smells like cheap liquor and some other woman’s perfume. Eric always stayed, told her his point of view, listened to hers, calmly told her when she was overreacting. He was smooth, never raised a hand towards her or threw things at the walls. Melissa always knew when she was in the wrong, but he never made her feel bad about it.

Eric was particular. He liked his shirts folded a certain way, beer only from a glass, and silence when he worked. If she was excited about anything, he only ever allowed her to speak about it until he’d lost interest, almost always by the time she paused to take a breath. When he properly introduced her to his friends, his hand on her knee would tighten when she spoke. Quickly, she learned that the tighter the grip, the less she should speak. Four hours at some sports bar and Melissa had only been able to say a total of six sentences. Eric liked Melissa quiet. Melissa became quiet.

He started to prod about meeting her family, and she shut him down. Again and again. The fourth time, he banged his fist against the table, the end of his fork creating a small dent. Green eyes fixated on the dent as he began to calmly explain that he had introduced her to his family, it was her turn. Mumbling those were your buddies got her stuck on her own couch that night, clutching the blanket Nana made her before she started college.

Two months later, she began to slowly bring back Eric’s clothing to his apartment on the off-chance they went there for a night. Grading her student’s assignments began to take longer and she triple-checked the scores to waste more time, suddenly too tired to have sex or even talk before going to sleep. Otherwise, she listened to his rules, spoke when spoken to, cooked when asked.

The morning he narrowly avoided calling her a moron to her face when she made the eggs over-medium instead over-easy, she officially made her choice. That night, at the Italian restaurant he brought her to, she called it off.

“Why?” Eric asked, eyes stone, unwavering from hers.

She took a deep breath, “you treat me like a pet. Speak when spoken to, move when told, I’m sick of it.” Her grip on the table cloth tightened, “tomorrow, I will put your stuff outside. You’ll pick it up when I tell you to, and then you will leave.”

He sits back in his chair, tongue poking at his bottom lip, “and if I don’t want to break up?”

“Too bad,” she shrugs. Standing from the table, Melissa leaves him with the check and the sad excuse of Italian cuisine on the table.

At work the next day, it takes all morning, lunch, and prep to fully debrief Barbara on everything that had been going on. It made sense to the kindergarten teacher why she had yet to meet this Eric fella, but after hearing this, she knew Melissa wasn’t proud of getting herself in this situation. A promise of a wine weekend and greasy food makes Melissa truly smile. Barbara hadn’t realized how fake every little grin had been until now, she missed her best friend.

That afternoon, Melissa came home to the loose brick that hid her spare key ajar. The blood in her veins runs cold. Opening the unlocked door, glass scratches across the wooden floor, crunching under her heels. Every picture frame, the television, the radio, the coffee table, the stovetop, the tea set from her grandfather, all smashed to pieces. Holes were in nearly every wall, the stair railing broken. The entire first floor was destroyed, only upstairs was left pristine, as if nothing had happened at all. Bat in hand, she checks every closet, under her bed, in the bathtub, everywhere. He was gone.

Leaning against the wall, she slides down and sobs. Melissa is forced to make a choice she didn’t want to make. Opening her phone, she calls Joe.

Joe, despite everything he had done, was at Melissa’s house within the hour. In one hand he held a bag from the hardware store, containing new locks and keys, the other hand had his very own bat, nails pounded through the wood. Like he said when they signed the papers, just because he wasn’t in love with her, doesn’t mean he didn’t care.

Three weeks later, after things had settled and locks were changed, Melissa felt more secure. Still every night, she woke at every sound, wind and the smoke detector quickly became her mortal enemies. Bundled in her soft pajamas and thick comforter one night, she finally fell into a hard, deep sleep forced from pure exhaustion.

Paperclips, a screwdriver, and a small sheet of flexible metal are all someone needs to pick a lock and shift the deadbolt. Eric surely knew that, always the smart man, yet never the brightest. Slowly, he moved up the stairs, bourbon fueling his motions as well as his heavy steps.

A particularly loud thunk wakes Melissa, hand flying under her pillow to the bat Joe had made her promise to keep there. Another thump made her jump out of bed and to the side of her dresser with an iron grip around Edith Houghton. When her door opened, she stayed pressed into the corner, hoping she stayed hidden just long enough for him to leave so she could grab her phone.

Liquor breeds stupidity, worsens it when it is already present, and Eric had left to check the bathroom. Quickly, Melissa called the police, shakily texting Joe as she whispered to the operator. At that point, she didn’t care who got there first. She just wanted to be free of him.

She moved to a new apartment before the month even ended. Barbara insisted on cameras, which Gerald installed. Joe insisted on a nailed up bat, which he made himself. Not a night has gone by since then where she didn’t have it within arms reach of the bed.

It took six years for her to sleep again.

—☽—

The light tracing of nonsensical patterns on her abdomen is what wakes Melissa, eyes cracking open to the bright sun peeking through the curtains. She wishes now, more than ever, that she had agreed to the blackout curtains, groaning into her pillow. With the knowledge she’s now awake, several soft kisses press against her shoulder, traveling to her neck. With a sleepy grin on her face, Melissa turns to face you.

“Morning,'' you mumble against her lips, hand traveling up to her hair to separate the knots that you created. “Sleep good?”

The only response you get is a little huff that almost sounds like yeah, her face burying in your neck to hide from the light. You lay there with her, finishing your detangling mission as Melissa’s nails trace up and down your arm. A final, sound kiss lands on the crown of her head before you shuffle out from underneath her, reaching for your previous discarded university shirt and sweatpants. The redhead watches through droopy eyes, scanning over you before your pajamas cover everything she adores.

“Gotta get up, beautiful,” you say through a yawn as you walk out the room, “we need to be leaving for one.” A tiny groan escapes her lips as she rises from the bed, though a small smile crosses her lips when she sees your sweatshirt thrown over the chair in the corner, just waiting for her.

Not even halfway down the stairs, there’s a clatter from the kitchen and a quiet exclamation of fuck. “You’re not even awake and you want me up,” Melissa says as she walks to the coffee maker. She’s met with a small slap on her ass in return, not even caring to be embarrassed of the girlish giggle she lets out.

Whose fault it is that you’re late leaving, who could tell? Between the forgoing packing and wrapping your cousin’s present last night for a taste of Melissa and her lack of pants this morning, it’s hard to say. Nothing that going a gentle twenty over on the highway can’t mend.

Driving up the dirt road, the dense trees thinned and your parent’s yellow house came into view. Your father’s questionably functional truck sits in the front of the garage, your mom and brother’s cars parked close together on the lawn. Seeing the way your hands tighten on the steering wheel, Melissa slides her hand from your elbow to the free hand on your thigh, playing with your rings to calm you. Being at your parents house was always overwhelming, fun, but overwhelming.

Narrowly avoiding scraping the side, you pull in next to your brother’s car. Looking at each other, you and Melissa give each other a nod of we got this. She’d been over here before, she’d been to three family reunions and almost every birthday party, but never had you two stayed the night, always being some of first to leave to sleep in your own bed.

With a little grunt, you hop out of the car and jog to Melissa’s side to open her door. She gives you a half glare when you tap her hand away from helping carry the bags in, you never let her lift a finger, if you can help it.

“Well, look who decided to show up!”

Both you and Melissa jump at your mother’s yell from the porch, bangles clanking together as she widely waves to the both of you. Gravel crunches under her feet as she rushes over to the two of you, immediately pulling Melissa into a hug. Before you were banned from saying it, you used to joke that your parents preferred your girlfriend to their own child. The giant smile on Melissa’s face when she interacts with your family makes it worth it.

Tumbling upstairs, you bring your bags into your childhood bedroom with Melissa close behind. Even with every time she had been here, she loved being in your room. It was a time capsule of your life before college, all the posters of bands and movies still hanging on the walls, trinkets covering every space. She particularly loved the little collection of rocks on your bookshelf, clearly in order from favorite to least favorite.

The bed bobs as you both drop onto the mattress, groaning at the comfort after three hours in the car. You turn your face towards her, leaning to press a kiss to her shoulder, “I love you.”

Melissa leans in closer, “I love you, too.” She watches your eyes flick to her lips, beating you to the chase and pressing her lips to yours softly. It takes every ounce of effort to not moan at your tongue tracing her lip, her hand coming up to grip your shirt and keep you close. Stomping up the stairs makes you both jump apart, feeling like teenagers getting caught, not that the room was helping.

The door opens to show your dad, boots trekking in dirt that will inevitably get him in trouble with your mom. The hand not on the doorknob is over his eyes, “you two better be decent. Ma has lunch ready downstairs and clothing is probably mandatory.”

“Knock it off,” you mumble as you shuffle towards him so he can give your head a gentle noogie. Neither of you were big on hugs, only really being physically affectionate with your partners, but the love is always clear in every fistbump and hand on your shoulder.

You and Melissa trail behind your father as he goes to the kitchen, both fighting laughs after nearly getting caught by your dad. However, the second your mom peers over at the two of you, you both act like you had been silent the whole time, eyes flicking around in feigned innocence.

Lunch is a mismatch of all the foods your mom made for the birthday party the next day, making you all be her taste testers, even if she only really wants Melissa’s opinion as the other cook in the family. Pasta salad, potato salad, mac and cheese, shortcake, even some chicken with her new lemon pepper recipe. You and your brother fight over who gets first dibs on the pasta salad, ending with his wife taking the serving spoon from your hands and grabbing some for herself.

“Act your age,” Kennedy says to her husband, making you laugh, before she gives you a sharp glance, “that goes for you, too.” Melissa turns away to unsuccessfully hide her own laugh from you.

Lunch ends with your mom and your brother arguing over another serving of macaroni, “we need food for tomorrow! Fuck’s sake, Marcus.”

—☽—

Your father divides everyone into groups to set up the backyard. Your mother takes Melissa and Kennedy to help set up the tables and lights, forcing you and Marcus to help your father with the tent, bonfire pit, and yardgames.

Getting all the yardgames for the little cousins was the easy part, even if it took a while because the three of you had to play a game of cornhole before you could do anything else. None of you got a single one in after two turns, making you all set into defeat, the game was agreed between the three of you to be stupid now. With your father taking a break now, getting the tent together was a doomed venture with you and Marcus.

“If you don’t let me hold it up, it’s gonna keep falling.”

“Fuck off! No, it won’t,” Marcus says with confidence, trying to stand the tent all at once before securing it. Four had already fallen, and a job that should only take twenty minutes was taking nearly an hour.

“How is it gonna stay up if nothing’s holding it, huh? Thought you knew everything?” He flips you off and doesn’t answer, continuing putting the spike in the ground, though without the other end being held up, the weight pulls it down again. Giving up, you walk away and attempt to find your dad for something else to do. You stop in your tracks, just step from the patio.

Watching Melissa with your family always makes butterflies erupt in your chest. She used to be so nervous around them, uncharacteristically quiet and meek, but now she’s almost as carefree with them as she is with her own. The sunlight makes her hair shine, and it’s damn near impossible to look away. It seems you’re of similar mind, her head turning towards you, fighting a grin when she sees the dopey grin on your face.

You almost start to walk towards her, but a strong hand pulls you back. Your dad pushes the hatchet into your hands, “you’re on firewood duty.”

“Bu-”

“Nope, you’re not slinking off to your girl. Go chop the wood, Casanova,” he says as he walks back to help Marcus with the tent.

It’s hours before you even get a chance to see Melissa again, as if your parents were keeping you apart. Which they were, knowing that you’d ignore everything you had to do if it meant you got to just look at Melissa. By the time you got back inside, the button up you’d been wearing was abandoned on a lawn chair and you were out of breath. How much firewood does one bonfire even need?

Walking in the backdoor into the kitchen, Melissa is leaning against the counter, her eye on the mixer filled with what will be cheesecake going to your tanktop clad form as she chats with Kennedy. Creeping up beside her, you wrap an arm around her waist and press a lingering kiss to her cheek, mumbling a greeting into her skin before trudging upstairs to shower the sweat and dirt off.

—☽—

By the end of the night, everyone is half-awake and struggling to keep their eyes open as a TV movie drones on. Neither you or Melissa are paying attention, too wrapped up in one another in the arm chair. Legs dangling over the arm, Melissa is seated on your lap, head tucked into your shoulder as you mindlessly play with her hair. The hand on the back of your neck stops its soft ministrations, her breathing slowing as she fights falling asleep.

You speak quietly for only her to hear, “you ready for bed?” She just nods against you, and you tap her legs to prompt her to move. Her hands hold onto your arm to steady herself, wavering where she stands.

“Alright, we’re calling it. Night guys, we’ll see you in the morning,” you announce into the room as Melissa starts going towards the stairs, not trusting her ability to speak when she’s this tired. You get a quiet chorus of night before you walk to the stairs, but your mother’s voice stops your movements.

“Jellybean, could you do me a favor and take the trash out before you head upstairs?” she asks without taking her eyes off the TV.

You internally groan before nodding, turning to Melissa, “go up, baby. I’ll be right there.”

This catches your mother’s attention, immediately moving to face you, “you mean to say ‘goodnight,’ right?”

“What?”

Her eyebrows rise, “you’re saying goodnight, then going to your room. Right?” Melissa’s blood immediately runs cold, color draining from her face. If she was tired two minutes ago, she was wide awake now.

“No...” you say slowly, confused, “why would Mel not also be in there?” You peak over your shoulder to Melissa, giving her a look before your attention is back on your mother.

“So, you’re staying in the guest room? Or is Melissa?”

Your face screws up, “Neither of us? My room’s got a full, that’s fine for us.”

“No.”

“Hell you mean ‘no,’ Ma? Marcus and Kennedy are sharing a full, it’s not a huge deal,” you hear Melissa step down from the stairs, her shaky hand holding your elbow.

“Marcus and Kennedy are married, unlike you two. I know you live together, but my roof, my rules. You know that,” she says matter-of-factly. The other three people in the room pointedly avoid looking at you, not wanting to get on your mom’s bad side.

You argue back, “that’s fucking ridiculous, Ma. We are grown adults, in a relationship.” The arched brow on your mother’s face tells you that you shouldn’t be arguing, but she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know about the panic that is starting to eat away at Melissa’s veins at the sudden thought of sleeping without you, something she hasn’t done once in over three years now.

“No rings, two beds. Don’t think I won’t be checking.”

Not wanting to make more of a scene, Melissa tugs on your arm to gain your attention. Turning to her, you can see the silent plea in her eyes for you to give it up. Shoulders sagging, you let out a grumbled fine. Breaking away from her, you go to the kitchen and roughly pull the trash from the bin. It takes a great deal of effort to not slam the door as you stomp to the garage. When you come back in, you don’t bother saying anything to anyone, just wrapping an arm around Melissa to guide her upstairs.

When you get into your room, you shut the door and lean against it with a huff. The two of you silently change into your pajamas, moving slowly from exhaustion and an attempt to prolong your time together. Melissa turns away to fold her clothes on the bed, and you move to wrap your arms around her waist, propping your chin on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you say, “I’ll stay in here tonight. Not like she can’t ground me anymore.”

Melissa turns in your arms, loosely wrapping her own around your shoulders, “it’s alright, I’ll be fine. I don’t want her mad at you for my sake.”

“Baby-”

“Don’t do that,” she says, though the sigh in her voice gives away her uncertainty, “I’ll be okay, amore.”

Your eyes scan over her face before you nod. Her arms pull you closer, noses brushing before she presses a sound kiss to your lips. Melissa’s arms shift and her hands cup your face, moving your head to press kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and chin, until the sour look on your face disappears.

Tugging her into you, you bury your head into her neck, pressing a long kiss there. From her neck you mumble, “I’ll be in the room right next door.”

“I’ll survive in the guest room, this is your bedroom,” she says, though she doesn’t fully mean it.

“What’s mine is yours. Plus, this one’s more comfortable, you’ll thank me later,” you hug her tighter, “so... I will be next door.”

“I told you, I’ll be fine,” she says. It’s more for her than you this time. Three years. Three years of falling asleep with you still awake beside her and waking up with you already looking at her.

You walk her back towards the bed, getting in with her, though not under the covers. With everyone, especially your mother, you don’t think it’ll hurt to stay until Melissa falls asleep. Her back presses to your front, hand holding yours to her chest, fast beating heart beneath. In a hushed voice, you speak about little things that don’t matter in hopes that it will calm her enough. Slowly her breath evens out, face burying into the pillow as it always does when you hold her like this.

Carefully, you detangle yourself from her and press a kiss to her hair, “I love you.” Stepping out of the room slowly, you leave the door cracked just a little and eye Melissa before turning. At the top of the stairs is your mother, brows raised.

“You better be going to your own bed,” she says quietly, though her tone is hard.

Rolling your eyes, you respond, “I am. Just had to make sure Melissa was asleep first.” You try to go into the room next door, but your mom’s face is silently asking for context, “she doesn’t sleep well. Different place, different sleeping arrangement, it’s difficult.”

You don’t particularly appreciate the dismissive way your mom just nods before walking towards the master bedroom, clearly thinking it was just an excuse, but it’s too late to fight about it. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you can wake up and crawl into bed with Melissa before she wakes. You watch the crack in the door and listen for Melissa until sleep comes over you.

—☽—

Something wakes you just past three in the morning, an ear splitting scream coming from next door. At first, you think it’s just your own anxiety, closing your eyes slowly. A second scream, this time of your name, and you’re springing out of bed, throwing the door open hard enough to bounce off the wall and slam shut. Four steps bring you to your childhood bedroom, rapidly swinging the door open to run in, not noticing the others joining you in the hall.

When you get into the room, moonlight illuminates Melissa where she’s sitting up with a hand gripping her shirt as she breathes in quick, panicked pants, eyes flying around the room until they land on you. Before she can even reach for you, you’re practically pouncing on the bed to get in front of her. Your hands go to her shoulders, her own gripping your forearms, her watery eyes darting around your face. Taking in deep breaths and letting them out slowly, you motion for Melissa to mimic you, trying to slow her rapid breath and heart.

Short gasps become slow, shaky breaths as panic begins to fade and tears form. A whimper of your name makes you pull her into you, her arms gripping your shirt and she cries into your neck. Between broken sobs, only the words window, knife, and everywhere and mention of a him come through, but you understood. This wasn’t the first time Eric’s actions haunted her at night, though it had been nearly two years since she’d woken up in a sweat.

Peeking over your shoulder, you see your parents and brother in the doorway. The look you give your mother is filled with anger and a raised brow that says I told you to listen. The clear fury makes your father pull her back towards their own room, pushing your brother to his. Some level of courtesy hits your mom, closing the door fully before she gets tugged away.

Attention back on Melissa, you alternate between playing with the ends of her hair and lightly dragging your nails over her back under her shirt. You tuck her hair behind her ear, tacky from tears, “you’re safe, Mel. Nothing and no one’s going to hurt you, I promise. I wouldn’t let them.”

Rocking side to side gently, you feel her breathing return to normal, body no longer shaking from tears. Trying not to jostle her, you turn your body to lay down with her, keeping her tucked into your neck with your arms around her. Pressing a kiss to her head, you slide an arm down to grab her hand, lacing your fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, just below your ear.

You squeeze her hand, “you never have to apologize for this. If anything, I’m the one that should be sorry. I should have stayed.”

She sniffled, “I’m a grown woman, I should be able to sleep alone.”

“And I should be able to stand up to my mother about sleeping in the same bed as my girlfriend, yet here we are,” you say jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Thankfully, she chuckles, the vibration on your skin making you smile, “so it’s all your fault.”

“I’ll gladly take the blame,” you mumble as you settle into the bed more, relaxing as you feel the redhead relax against you.

In a sudden move, Melissa props herself up over you, hair dangling in your face. Leaning down, she kisses your forehead, then each cheek, and finally your lips, long and loving. It’s a quiet thanks that she will never owe you.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you more,” you whisper back.

It takes half an hour for sleep to creep back in, Melissa’s breathing growing slow where she rests on your chest, your heart beating under her ear. When she eventually falls back asleep against your chest, you stay awake and trace lines on her back. You’ll gladly stand guard if it means she sleeps peacefully, stay awake if it means she’s safe.

note: solaris write a fic under 3k like u planned challenge good lord man. also thank you thank you for the compliment, it’s an honor to be the first person u thought of to write this. i hope i did ur vision justice <3

as always, feedback appreciated <3

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His human came home that evening slightly late, but absolutely elated. Loki felt his heart swell to nearly bursting when he saw your smile. You breezed in and immediately lifted him and kissed him on the nose, then snuggled him close and kissed his velvety head.

“Oh, Loki. I've had such an amazing day!” you said flitting around, putting groceries away and kicking off your heels, nearly dancing with joy. “Mr. Mullen called me to his office and he's giving me a chance! He even apologized for being such an ass before.”

Good, Loki thought with a devious smirk. I guess he does value being in one piece.

He watched as you stroked the lovely purple cardigan then reluctantly took it off, placed it on a hanger, and smoothed out the delicate fabric with care.

Sweet mortal! Loki thought, You needn't be so careful with it. It's not some great treasure...just a token. I would get you hundreds of them, one for every day of the year, in every color. I would see that you never feel cold again.

But then he remembered the kind of creature you are, grateful for everything, expecting nothing, treating every good thing, person, and gift as something precious. He watched as you took a professional outfit out of a Mullen's Department Store bag and laid it out on the sofa. The crisp new fabric of the pencil skirt was a sharp contrast to the threadbare upholstery.

“Well Loki, what do you think? I've never had to buy office clothes before. I'm not sure about it but Tammy helped me pick it out.”

“Meow”. I approve! Very classy...but you'd look so much lovelier in an Asgardian court gown with a crown upon your head. That would be more befitting your beauty.

His human chuckled, and seemed to only understand his affirmation. “Thank you. I'm so glad you like it. I have a feeling you have great taste,” you said as you massaged between his ears until he purred with satisfaction. Sitting, you gathered him more closely into your arms, meeting his lovely, rare eyes and said, “You know...ever since I found you, everything has gotten better. I mean...not just the good luck of a promotion and meeting Henry. Just...you make every day better. I was so alone before. Thank you, little kitten. You're so important to me.”

You stroked his back and all he could do was purr as he floated on your praise. He had never felt such sheer pleasure from bringing joy to another being. Loki had also rarely ever been praised for anything either...mostly told to shut up or stop. He was ecstatic, bursting at the seams. He longed to reveal himself to you and finally ask you to spend your lives together on a grand adventure, but how could he? How would you believe him? How would you take it?

Come on, Loki ,he encouraged himself, you're the god of mischief. Scheming is what you do. Do it for a glorious purpose this time.

Patience was never his favorite thing, but he was determined to try it for his sweet human. The younger prince of Asgard felt an unusual pang of anxiety. Loki rarely faced anything in his long life that presented a true challenge or obstacle; but here it was before him. You were worth it, he decided. For you, and only you, he would find a way.

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That weekend you didn't receive a call from Henry. You did, however receive a letter in your mailbox in that same lovely handwriting on green and gold paper.

Darling,

I know there is Fall Carnival is this weekend at that lovely orchard outside of town, and I have never attended such an event before. Would you be my date for the day? Meet me in front of your building at 3 pm on Saturday and we'll have a splendid day together.

Sincerely,

Henry

Reading the note, you couldn't help smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. What an odd man! Sending courtly letters instead of calling like a normal person. It was incredibly charming, though; idiosyncratic in a way that inclined you to trust him. You guessed he wasn't so perfectly confident after all, if phone calls scared him. You couldn't blame him though. They scared you too.

So on Saturday, just before 3 pm, you kissed the little cat goodbye, then swung out the door in the one nice pair of jeans you owned and a sturdy raincoat, excitement and anticipation crackling through your bloodstream.

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Loki's irrepressible Cheshire cat grin unfurled across his face as he turned to see you hurrying toward your front door. You couldn't believe how handsome 'Henry' he looked; like an English country gentlemen, with his perfectly coordinated leather boots and coat. Evaluating your own ratty hiking boots and dated parka you felt like slinking away in embarrassment, but it was far too late for that.

Still, he kissed your hand like a princess and said, “Darling! Thank you for joining me today. You look absolutely lovely!”

“Henry...I look like I'm going hiking...and possibly like I'm living in a tent. I feel terribly under-dressed next to you.”

He looked genuinely concerned for a moment. “Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel self-conscious. I'm sure we'll be equally muddy by the end of the day, in any case,” he paused, looking deeply into your eyes, “and I'm sure you look lovely in anything at all.”

“You, sir, are dangerously charming,” you quipped, scrunching your nose in that adorable way you often did. You couldn't know how the little habit always made him fall to pieces.

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At the orchard the carnival rides were in full frenzied swing. The hundreds of multi-color bulbs painted swaths of pulsing color around the makeshift amusement park and further into the fields beyond. The rusty omnipresent hue of old machinery blended into the natural coppery-colored remainders of autumn foliage. You walked through the crowd, each holding cups of warm cider and talking between languid steps and steamy sips.

“You know, in all the years I've lived here,” you said, “I've never come to this carnival. Thank you for giving me a nudge to do it.”

“My absolute pleasure,” he assured you. “I've never been here either.”

You just observed his lovely patrician face for a moment until he finally noticed and said, “What is it?”

You grinned and stopped in your tracks, “Uh...nothing...it's nothing...just. You seem like some kind of incredibly fairytale prince...the way you talk, and your fine clothes and gifts and...and leaving letters instead of calling. How did you know my address, by the way?”

“Ah...well...Janet helped me out with that one. She said it was very romantic and was happy to be in on it,” he said with a shy grin.

You chuckled knowingly, “Well it is, and you are incredibly disarming, but you already know that. And she's still so young. Her whole world revolves around romance. Life hasn't taken that from her yet. I hope it doesn't.”

You both continued walking but he tilted his head to observe you. Some unspoken sadness flickered across your face; some history of aching rejection he had yet to discern. It was a scar, and he wanted to kiss it.

“What? Don't you think romance makes life worth living?”

You scoffed at him, assuming he was being sarcastic, but his eyes were completely innocent and sincere. “Well...I don't know. I never counted on it or looked for it. There were always more practical concerns. I figured if I told myself I didn't want or need it, it wouldn't hurt so much to never have it.” You shrugged. “It just always seemed like something meant for other people, not me. So I looked for joy and meaning in everything else,” you said looking around thoughtfully, “...in kindness, in the things I get excited about learning, in the small beautiful parts of life. Even on the bad days I try not to take anything for granted.”

“Wow,” he said, “are you some kind of saint?”

You raised and eyebrow at him and said, “I assure you. I'm far from it.” And I'd like to show you personally how far from it I could be, you thought and then pushed it away just as quickly.

“I have sad and weak and angry days. I have days where I want to scream and jump out of my fucking window. I often feel alone and...different. I wonder what's wrong with me that I don't let anyone get too close.”

He considered this. “ You are different, and it's wonderful.” He realize he was staring. It was making you uncomfortable, so he changed tact slightly, reorganizing his thoughts. “Well, it's no great mystery, right? You've dealt with being hurt and disregarded by the people who were supposed to love you. That's a deep wound, and now your impulse is to survive...but maybe...just maybe, you could thrive while you're at it?”

You gave him a cautious grin, “That's a lovely thought...here's to hoping. I haven't felt hope for awhile, but it's making an appearance lately,” you said, toasting his your little paper cup with his and downing the last sips of your hot cider. When you both drained your cups, you were surprised to see Henry suddenly crumple his cup, throw it to the ground, and shout “Another!”. He quickly realized from the startled faces around him that his Asgardian gesture of appreciation must not be a universal one. “Oh,” he said with a chuckle, picking up the little cup; throwing it and yours into the garbage can. “I'm terribly sorry! Force of habit...it's a Scandinavian thing.”

You giggled a musical irrepressible laugh, and he felt himself go weak under its spell. He wanted to hear you laugh like that as often as possible. You pointed a finger against his firm chest stepped slightly closer, so the icy clouds of your breath mingled in the crisp air, “You are a delightfully odd man, Henry. I like you. I...I really like you,” you said, making eye contact. He met your gaze so intensely that you forgot to breathe. His hand curled around yours resting it against the soft leather of his coat. “I like you too, darling. So...so much. I know it's cliché and makes me sound utterly insane but I feel so comfortable with you...like I was meant to know you my whole life.”

You were stunned for a moment; partially because you felt entirely the same way, and partially because that did sound utterly insane. While your mind struggled to wrap around what he had just said, he massaged your hand gently and exclaimed, “My god! Darling, you're absolutely frozen. I should get you some gloves next time.” He untied his large wine-red scarf from his own neck and wrapped it around yours, then bundled your hands carefully in the draping ends.

Loki longed to kiss you in that moment. He wanted to kiss you so badly it ached within him every moment he didn't, but he found he couldn't, which puzzled him. He had never had any hesitation with kissing anyone before. Loki had never known the experience of nervousness or self-consciousness in romance...until now.

Why! He shouted within his mind You idiot, why aren't you kissing her right now?

Then a smaller voice within his mind piped up; an uncertain voice of his younger more insecure self, Because, what if I don't deserve her?

You were disappointed. He could see it clearly in your eyes. You wanted it just as much as he did, and the liminal silent tension was wearing on your both.

You couldn't bring yourself to initiate a kiss he might not want, so instead you wrapped your arms around his lanky waist and snuggled into his chest affectionately, whispering a simple “thank you”. Loki paused for a moment, stunned by the gesture, amazed to have you in his arms. Suddenly he gripped you very tightly, as if afraid you might drift away like a perfect dream upon waking. He felt a tear roll down his cheek in the icy air, first warm and then cool against his skin as he enjoyed the weight of you against him, close to him.

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lucinatta · 19 days

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GIRL OK I'm going to vent. If u want to read that'd be great cause I want to know if I'm in the wrong here lol. It's long tho so no need <3

Last monday was my birthday, it's a sucky day to have as a bday so what I did was invite my friends over for dinner on sunday, wait till midnight, blow the candles, eat some cake, open presents, and send everyone on their way at about 1 am so all of us could sleep relatively early. These were like, my "important" birthday plans, because they happened on my actual birthday. I invited my closest friends + 2 girls my friends have been dating for about 7/8 months, because a) I like them! and b) I knew they were spending that weekend over at my friends' places anyway so bringing them was easier than not.

Context for later: The 2 friends with the girlfriends are male, those are the only 2 partners that are external to the friend group, there's 9 of us, and we've been friends for about 10 years.

Anyway, so when I set that plan up on the gc, I explicitly asked both my friends to bring their girlfriends. They told me they would, they did, everything went great. After sunday's plan, I proposed we go out to dinner and then for drinks this saturday so I could have like proper bday plans that don't get cut short because everyone has to get up early for work. Everyone said they could come. Great, no issues so far.

Issues start yesterday, in a gc I'm NOT in that my friends made so they could discuss my present for sunday + a surprise cake (that now I know about lol) for saturday. This is not uncommon, we have bday groupchats for everyone in the group. One of my friends (girl) proposes the surprise cake, and apparently one of my male friends says that his gf can make the cake (as a gift) because she works as a baker. My friend (girl) says that it's not a good idea, since it be weird to have her make a cake for a plan she's not invited to. Apparently this caught both my male friends off guard, because they were under the impression that both their gfs were invited and had already told them about the plan. Now, to be clear, I didn't invite them and at no point did I imply they were invited. Not necessarily because I didn't want them there specifically, but rather because I wanted a night out with just my friends. These 2 girls come to a lot of our plans as a group, but when they do it's because we either tell them to, or our friends ask if they can come. NEITHER OF THESE 2 THINGS HAPPENED!! I want to clarify though, I didn't and still don't feel strongly about them not coming, and if it had been up to me, I would have liked both my friends to reach out to me and let me know that they had misunderstood, that they thought the girls were invited and that they had already invited them, and I would have told them to bring them!! like it really wasn't a big deal. Instead they got upset and told their girlfriends that they couldn't come because I DIDN'T WANT THEM THERE, which sounds sooooo much more drastic than what it actually is. So I find myself in a very shitty situation with NO WARNING (because again, this started in a gc I'M NOT IN!!!), when one of my friends sends me this really long message about how sad and hurt he is and asking me if I'm mad a him or his gf or whatever, and how he had hoped that I would think of her as my friend after all this time. To clarify she's not my friend, she's my friend's gf (that I really like!!), and "all this time" is 8 months lmao. Now these 2 girls think that I hate them, and I have to apologize for something I DIDN'T DOOOOOO. Like this wasn't my misunderstanding, I wasn't even on the gc!! and like what options do I have, realistically? Telling them to backtrack and invite them back gives major "you can come, IF YOU WANT" vibes and I hate that, and telling them that, no, they're not invited sounds like I don't like them or want them there. Like both my options suck.

Things have smoothed over now with my friends but I know they're mad about their gfs being hurt and SO AM I but like, it's not my fault!!! They (my friends) assumed they (their gfs) were invited when they weren't!! But again, it wasn't something I felt strongly about! like honest to god idk why they didn't just tell me they had invited them because they thought they were invited before stirring the pot behind my back. Now everything's a mess and things are tense because the rest of the gc sided with me. And I'm not gonna lie I'm kinda mad that they made this my problem on my bday week. Like couldn't you have waited a week to bring it up?? Anyway that's it lmao

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lindszeppelin · 1 month

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Sharing my thoughts. ☺️

I think one reason Austin might not be doing MOTA stuff is to stay out of the way of the other actors getting opportunities to shine. Callum, Anthony, and Nate in particular were amazing. While you could make an argument that Austin’s presence would bring more attention to them, I don’t really agree.

But honestly it’s probably much more simple than that. He needs a break from the public face of work. The spotlight has been relentless on him since January and he wasn’t even part of awards season. He’s a pro and a good sport but also a shy introvert. He probably just wants some quiet time while he focuses on things that matter to him.

Beyond that I want to add that there could be hundreds of other things contributing to this that are none of anyone’s business. Maybe a friend or family member is going through something serious and it’s weighing on him. Maybe he had something fall through with work and he’s really disappointed. Maybe he just found out Meepo was adopted and he can’t be with him. Maybe he’s learning a(nother) new skill set for his next project and he’s deep in the weeds. Maybe he’s thinking about how his mom protected him from the shit that other child actors suffered and he’s missing her intensely atm. Speaking of that, as someone who carries lifelong profound grief and it can hit at seemingly random times, maybe this week is the time of year they got his mom’s terminal diagnosis and he’s triggered. Maybe it’s just Saturday.

Being famous is part of Austin’s job now. He obviously loves his work but this one aspect (which can involve exposure and exploitation) is not really his cup of tea. The irony that he got tangled up with one of the phoniest, least talented, publicity-obsessed nepo babies… siiiiiigh.

I hope he has a lovely weekend tho. I hope he gets to spend time with cousin Ashley, and/or make pizza, and/or play guitar, and/or chill, whatever he wants.

Thank you MJ

Basically, Austin we love you and you're doing great things <3 and i too hope he's relaxing and doing things he loves to do.

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Hey sorry for sending in another ask so soon but I was wondering what your headcanons for the Clarke Family where Personality wise?

And what ages do you think the kids were adopted?

I'm getting vibes that Anthony and Megan were adopted old enough to remember being adopted but that Tanya and Dennis were too young to remember when they were, if that makes sense.

No problem with another ask! If I ever need to let them sit and marinate for a while I will 😄

So ok about their personalities, some of these opinions might be less obvious than others but I try to base this kind of thing on all the doubles in each set (this will not be brief lol).

Now to get this out of the way, James was drunk in his scenes and that's not a great determiner of someone's true personality. That said all the J's are pretty angry in general so he certainly has a temper. We know he's social, spending time with "the guys" and apparently being "well loved at work" like the game says, and he has a ton of anxiety, very much a worrier. Definitely extroverted as well as expressive (whatever he's feeling, good or bad, everyone else will hear about it). Relatedly I feel like he can be pretty demonstrative with his affection for family and friends when he isn't coming unglued from stress. Protective (read also: possessive), impatient, and intense, literally not a shred of chill whatsoever.

Anne is tired ya'll 😅 She can be nosy and critical quite like Angela can and has no time for mushy stuff but clearly it stems from a lot of concern for her family. She cared enough to appeal to Rev Carson for help in handling Megan, but unless she's desperate I definitely see her as the self-sufficient, suck-it-up-and-don't-air-our-dirty-laundry type (she's totally down to hear about other people's dirty laundry tho). Also very exacting, self-assured, and tells it to you straight (without being asked) and expects you to do the same; she's fully convinced that she can fix the entire world if everyone would just do what she says (tbf she's usually right). Probably too stressed out to be seen as much fun these days but she can be super funny when she wants to (her wit isn't always at the expense of other people).

Somehow I don't have a ton to say about Tanya atm but there's a lot to go on based on her scenes and the other T's. She has her flirty ways and a lot of the time likes to keep things lighthearted and casual, and, like Taylor, canonically makes jokes to lighten the mood when things are intense (but only when she isn't the one causing the drama). Unlike Taylor though, she keeps her insubordination on the down low in public, so older people who aren't her parents love her (not that her parents don't love her 😂). Hardworking and cooler than like, everybody; popular and effortlessly good at whatever she cares to do. Also secretive to the point of being deceptive but she keeps secrets to keep things easy, she doesn't purposely cause harm but she's too sensitive to bare her soul often.

Dennis be angy and suspicious 😁 He isn't likely to go looking for a fight but he defends his territory like a bulldog when it's threatened (his territory could be anything from the bathroom at 9 o'clock on Saturday mornings to a box of cheerios on top of the fridge but he'll usually let you know what's his as soon as he claims it). Routined and doesn't like new things unless it was his idea. Tries very hard to be cool. Literally though he'd go to the ends of the earth for people he loves (and he'd do it like, on a unicycle and wearing a clown nose if Megan requested it). 1000% a mama's boy too, you cannot change my mind. Anne will swear up and down that she doesn't play favorites but there was only one kid who got to lick the cake batter spoons without having to ask and his name did not start with T, A, or M. Picked her flowers all the time when he was little too (he's in between stages now but he'll be back around to giving her flowers in a few years or so).

Anthony is just so utterly inoffensive lol, and he manages to be that way even while being his snarky little self. Tends to be oblivious to what's going on, like sure he'll notice changes in people's attitudes or in his environment if you point it out but he won't understand what it means until it doesn't matter anymore (or, thinking of the situation with Megan, sometimes not until it's too late). I say it's partly where his anxiety comes from, the awareness that things can crack and fall apart before he's caught up on there even being a problem. Daddy's boy for sure, he and James are almost exact opposites and, like Abraham with Joseph and Andrew with John, they just click. Introverted, clearly very compassionate but doesn't trust his own instincts with so many more dominant personalities around. Definitely the mediator in dumb sibling squabbles (it's a coin toss whether or not they listen to him) but on the rare occasions he musters the courage to insert himself into any more consequential situations he just might surprise folks into taking him seriously. Chronic baby brother, having to snip at people's heels or wear them down with his big eyes like a puppy to get them to pay attention. A little bitter about it too lol but he does what he has to.

Now I already had a post about the M's personality lurking in my drafts and it gets the job done, so time for a little copy paste:

Mary and Megan speak quite assertively in a lot of their scenes, I'm thinking for example Mary's "Liar!" line to some of the most powerful and well-respected adults in her community and the way Megan gets down to brass tacks in confronting Anne about her parent's conversation or the way she boldly tries to get Dennis's attention, even though I'm sure it's nothing new for her to get brushed off most of the time. I'll point out that M has fearful and withdrawn moments too but it's almost always triggered by Carver/Carson, with the contemporary little girl being the exception: she is entirely that way after all that happened to the other M's (I know she's more of a device than a character but the little girl's shyness is a big contrast to how outgoing Mary was to Andrew and Angela in the first flashback). So yeah I love the assertiveness we're shown and I wanted to point it out, because I see her boldness and outspokenness as more her real, healthy self and I very much appreciate that side of her because there isn't just one type of person that gets manipulated or whose needs get disregarded.

And another thing, unfortunate as it is, is that it reinforces the response the other characters (and the player) have to the M's acting out, just like we see in the game. They don't see her behavior as something new that signals a problem since they can fall back on "she's always been a troublemaker but she's even worse now." (For the most part. Joseph has his moment of "nah Mary wouldn't do that" and Tabitha and maybe David can't wrap their heads around her intentionally accusing them, but it's important that even while Abraham and Anthony try to keep her from harsh punishment they of all people don't put it past her to have done whatever she's accused of.) Also it makes me even madder at Carson and Carver because I can see her being such a delightfully spunky little force of nature if they could just, you know, not exist to torture her.

I don't think it all got my point across very well, but on to the adoption thing. There's different ideas in the fandom that I like but this post I wrote forever ago is kind of my baseline and my reasoning hasn't changed.

Um, the end 😅 Round of applause if you got this far 👏👏👏

#bro this turned into a whole dissertation #spent too much time on it to cut it down more tho #do me a favor and dont count the amount of parentheses i used lol #ramblings #asks #the clarke family #james clarke #anne clarke #tanya clarke #dennis clarke #anthony clarke #megan clarke #mary milton #the little girl #the dark pictures anthology #little hope

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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If you're feeling it, Day 5 prompts but for your favorite personal OC/self-insert? :)

Okay, but please excuse me everyone for taking a break from the actual writing I’m trying to do to answer this (the ideas are so there, but it’s tweaking them into proper words)! I promise I will have fic/requests being posted soon (hopefully quite a bit put up tomorrow and Wednesday– just as a head’s up, I’m not going to be on the blog at all Thursday and Friday because I have some real life stuff that needs to be taken care of, but will be back hopefully on Saturday to resume my regular writing and answering messages and PLEASE KEEP SENDING IN ALL THE REQUESTS because they are the best part of my day and I get so excited with each new one sent in and there is no such thing as spamming me with asks or asking too much). But like, I never actually spend too much time talking about my own OC’s or the writing I do just for me because this blog is focused more on ya’ll, and I love that, but it’s also kind of exciting to dive into this topic. I didn’t quite use a prompt and just fucking rambled and hope that’s still okay! Because this will be a hella long post, I’m going to use a read more, especially since this definitely will not interest everyone! For those who do read it…I’m kind of curious on who will pick up on what and who will pop in to my ask box or messages or replies to lovingly call me out!! I look forward to it, actually!

Okay, so I’m going to set the stage here because this is a little convoluted and complicated because the one I imagine the most, the one I drabble for the most and daydream about and have the most fun with is an absolutely gigantic crossover/AU!

There’s a land called The Ever Young, where all the characters from all my fandoms reside. The Ever Young is broken, stuck with time permanently stopped and nobody new can be born and death has no hold. It’s separated into different warring factions between and within the different claimed lands or regions, with each fandom kind of being its own region. Every region blames the others for the magic on the land and each believes that, by winning control and eradicating or subjugating the others, they can force time to restart. Also, with it being an obviously magical world, there are different fantasy species, and everyone has some sort of magical ability, though, with the world the way it is, the abilities don’t work right. There are kickbacks to using them…they cost you your life-force, your ‘youness’ and when you use up all the power you have, you’re gone. Your body remains, but it’s for all extents and purposes just a shell and nobody knows quite what happens to the people’s minds and souls.

There’s a Record-Keeper for each land, one canon character from each fandom, who not only keeps the record of the life of these different regions but have some precognitive abilities that they can use to try to forewarn their own regions of coming events. They’re identified by the pocket-watches they all woke up one day with. Each pocket watch has a crystal heart in it that gives the holder their abilities and all the Record-Keepers do occasionally meet up and are the only true neutral parties in The Ever Young.

On top of all this going on…there’s a legend, a story that by now everyone is convinced is just a fairy tale for children, of The Thirteen. The legend states that The Ever Young was first created by a witch of great power who could create something from nothing, who could bring life and prosperity as well as death and darkness, all in perfect harmony. And at one point, The Ever Young flourished and all was peaceful and idyllic. But then sorrow came…it’s said that something caused the Witch such great sorrow that her heart literally broke, shattered into thirteen shards that flew far and wide across the land she’d cherished so deeply and that she retreated far from the world, never to be seen again. To get back to the days of peace and happiness, these shards must be found by those to whom they call, The Thirteen Heroes who have the power to set the universe right again and heal the Witch’s heart and mind. Only then, the legend says, will time start to flow, and life begin to start anew.

So, obviously, aside from the wide, wide variety of canon characters, it’s obvious my OC’s, not all of whom I have, are the Thirteen, plus one oddball so I’ll start going into them now that the scene is all set.

First up, there’s Tea! Branded ‘The Shadow Warrior’, beautiful and fierce, this woman has a fearsome reputation. Often seen with The Kokuyo Gang, her name is whispered along. Powerful, strong, but also just and kind, Tea is also fair, never hurting those who don’t deserve it or who leave her no choice. She’s someone you want at your back; a trustworthy companion and just as fierce in friendship and love as she is on the battlefield. Her natural ability is that of being able to transform herself into a shadow, able to remain unseen and seemingly disappear and reappear at will. However, she also finds the seventh shard, resembling a smooth piece of turquoise glass in the shape of a serpent that she wears as an amulet. This shard not only makes her one of the legendary Thirteen, but gives her an additional ability, where she can control others through the force of her voice, at the cost of losing her voice for a full sunset afterward. My personal face-claim for her is Teresa from Claymore, if anyone is curious.

Next up is Mari! Most often seen beside the Cavallone family’s boss, she comes across as alluring, mysterious and quiet, but this woman is incredibly sweet, kind and has a huge heart. She wants nothing more than a quiet life, with those she loves safe and sound, but with war raging around her, it’s not quite that easy. But she works for it, quietly slipping through the different regions, playing diplomat and trying to foster peace wherever she can. Once you know her, she has this incredibly fun, playful side and her smile disarms all but the most hard-hearted. Her natural powers help her in her diplomatic missions, as she has the ability to judge others true natures and desires correctly. However, she also finds the sixth shard, a smooth piece of green glass in the shape of a heart, which she fashioned into a hair barrette that she wears, which gives her the power to manipulate the emotions of those around her, at the cost of leaving her feeling hollow, lazy, and pessimistic until the next sunrise. My personal faceclaim for her, if anyone is wondering, is Chiyuki from Death Parade!

Next up is Marta! A dreamer, she sees all the potential in what the world could be. Sweet, kind, and encouraging, with eyes you get lost in and a face as expressive as her boss's is neutral, she’s fiercely loyal to those she loves and cares about and the sort of friend that keeps everyone happy and together. With her tireless creativity and curiousity, she seeks to create a better world and works alongside Hibari’s group to explore all the secrets of The Ever Young, slipping quietly in and out of the various regions, accompanied either by Hibari himself or Kusakabe, trying to find ways to leave the world a better place for her family and friends. Though she prefers not to be in the midst of battle, she’s more than able to hold her own, with the help of her magical paints and paintbrush, which she can use to imbue life into anything she paints temporarily – at least long enough to allow her or others to escape risky situations. The holder of the ninth shard, a violet piece of glass in the shape of a bird, which she wears as a brooch, she also has the ability to heal others, at the cost of having to feel all the pain of the injuries herself. For those curious, the face claim I have for her is Michiko Malandro.

Up next is Dell! A charming rogue blessed with the gift of shapeshifting, they breeze in and out of the regions, trying to prevent out and outright war from breaking out wherever they can, working with god only knows who (and they prefer it that way, thank you very much). Though their silver tongue and fearlessness may leave you with the impression of a trickster or someone only out for themselves, Dell is actually ride or die for those they care about. They take care of those that matter to them and everything they do is to ensure the safety of their loved ones. However, very few are lucky enough to see that soft, sweet side of theirs, often getting either that charisma and fake niceness or the sharp tongue that Dell possesses. Another thing they possess? The second shard, a red piece of smooth glass in the shape of a house, that allows them the ability to manipulate nature itself, at the cost of the use of their limbs until the sun sets next. For those curious, I picture Akito Sohma for Dell!

Then there’s Amber! The very definition of big-titty goblin girlfriend, Amber has a huge personality and, while she can be a (very bitey) handful, she’s friendly and charming and makes friends wherever she goes. Often found with Hiruma, who is holding secrets of his own, Amber is social, sarcastic, and the life of the party. But all that charm and charisma? It’s the sweet front to the spice and steel she hides from most people. With her own moral compass, she’s a force of chaotic good aiming to end the war in The Ever Young, viva revolution style, come hell or high water. A living lie detector, she’s also the holder of the fourth shard, an smooth orange piece of glass that she wears as a pendant, that allows her to make herself absolutely irresistible to anyone she touches, to the point that the person would abandon all reason and do anything to make her happy. However, she can’t just turn it off at will and the person remains obsessive, at times murderously so, until they see the moon.

Next up is Nina! Don’t let the cute face and tiny size fool you…not only is this girl unafraid of a battlefield, but she actually finds them exhilarating! Blessed with super strength, her heart is always in the right place, whether it be squishing a friend in a hug that might make a few bones pop or throwing a tree at someone threatening the piece of her region, she lives honestly and does her best to keep things safe, both for those she loves and all those friends she hasn’t met yet. Disarmingly sweet, sincere, and small, she is another renowned warrior who simply wants to be fighting only for fun, instead of to prevent outright war from disrupting lives. She found the first shard, a smooth piece of black glass in the shape of a square that she wears as a tie clip, which gives her the ability to freeze time temporarily, with the drawback of erasing her memories of everything that happens during that time. For anyone curious, the face claim in my head for her is Azusa Nakano!

Then there’s Brooklyn! She’s almost always found with the boys of HOMRA, where her water manipulation powers can cool the hotter heads around her. Though quiet and often overshadowed by the louder, brasher personalities around her, she’s friendly, smart, and cute, the quintessential good girl to the bad guy. But when you get to know her, she’s got street smarts and a surprisingly naughty side to her that keeps you guessing. And, though the idea of war terrifies her, because she can’t stand the thought of another of HOMRA’s boys just never coming home again, she is more than capable of defending her found family, with a temper that is slow to ignite but deadly when needed. The holder of the third shard, a smooth piece of light pink glass that literally gives her the powers of Cupid at the result of losing the memories of one of her loved ones, she’s bound and determined to bring about that peace that her family deserves, no matter what. For those interested, I see her face claim as Lenalee Lee!

Moving on to Lou, a reformed pickpocket who now runs an orphanage on the border of the regions between those with the K Project characters and those with the KHR characters. Changeable….literally, given that their natural ability makes them change between male and female from night to day, they’re a bit of a trickster but one with a huge heart and a desire to keep any children from a dark past like the one they had to go through. To protect the children of The Ever Young, they’re more than willing to stand on the battlefield. I’m still kind of getting this OC down, as they’re a relatively new one, but they’re the holder of the fifth shard, a smooth yellow piece of glass that they carry in their pocket and which gives them the ability to make someone psychically live through their worst nightmare, at the cost of them going temporarily blind until the code-word is said…though don’t they wish they knew what that code word was. For those interested, it's the Kagamine twins (Vocaloids) that I picture as face claims!

Then there’s Whisper! A mute, selectively so, who wanders throughout the regions. Rumors say that she can get you anything you want though and her ability to slip through the cracks and remain unnoticed because of her disability means she deals in the all too dangerous area of information brokerage. Always moving under the cover of darkness, Whisper (who looks like Taiga Aisaka to me) manages to stay one step ahead of a past that she’s trying desperately to escape from. She doesn’t care much for the war, or what happens – she’s trying to get through each day and find a safe place to land, which isn’t easy when you’re literally seeing inside people’s minds whenever you touch them. She finds the eighth shard, a smooth indigo piece of glass shaped like a person, which heightens her own psychic abilities to include telekinesis and telepathy, but at the cost of her health deteriorating.

Last and least, the one OC who stands in a class of their own, wandering in and out of everyone’s stories in the background, yet always appearing where she needs to be, when she needs to be. An amnesiac who calls herself simply Mirror, she exists outside the factions, with ties to no one. She fears people a little and is terribly shy and socially awkward, until it comes time to explain the things she knows….and oh, the things she knows. While who she is remains a complete mystery, even to herself, she sees all – all that was, all that is, and all that could be, fragments of multiple possible ever-shifting universes that hold her at their whims and mercies as she frantically tries to stop every worst case scenario from happening.

#long ass post #way too long #ranting about my au's and oc's #now to smoke #make coffee #and write fic #I seriously loved this ask though

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r-ene · 8 months

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Pros and Cons of being an Overloaded Student in Respiratory Therapy

during my 3rd year, where majority of the subjects are major subjects such as critical care management, airway management, mechanical ventilation and neonatal respiratory care, i took up more units than prescribed by the university due to being an irregular as a transferee (2nd year). and so i had 11 subjects with 31 to 33 units with 6 days a week of classes. i was leaning on writing how i survived it but rather i think "10 pros and cons" would be a bit better for those considering to undergo this kind of process.

this is from my own experiences tho, so... yk

Pros

you get better at time management. you drown, otherwise.

less procrastination. like #1, you drown if you do.

you get better at juggling loads of school work

you get better at putting boundaries - your body knows when it's time to study, time for family and God, time for rest (although you still need to get reminded), time to socialize

your focus becomes... great (most times)

you get disciplined.

you appreciate your early mornings, rest days, people and God (should you ever be a believer). i personally love my early mornings where i spend about 10 mins on average reading the Bible before classes, it helps me cope with all the stress and made me more optimistic. i also observed things are better (ex. grades are higher in quizzes) when i don't forget to communicate with God before starting my day

its a good practice. as a future healthcare worker, even for my internship there would be schedules of 12-16 hours aside from the regular 8 hour shift scheduled about 5 days a week, with saturdays being lecture or research days, it's a good help.

you are able to find ways how to study more effectively. i personally figured out what study style/s are best for me and when i should utilize study style A (standard) and study style B (for exams, quizzes) and so on.

you learn to compete only with yourself. most times we compare our progress and grades with others when actually, we do best when we only look at ourselves and compete with ourselves yesterday and move forward with it because you understand that you are a unique case and individual and so are others.

Cons

quick burnout = it takes a toll on your health especially when exams come where all classes would require a written one (practical exams such as in skills lab, performing airway suctioning or arterial blood gas were a blessing to me)

major subjects = major requirements. sometimes you forget that your minors need some attention too at times

i only had 1 day of rest (sundays). i love going on worship services but sometimes you just want to rest and sleep the whole day ??

you get very, very anxious and jittery when you dont have anything to do.

sleep gets put off when there are tons to do despite being good in organization and time management. i once went 38 hours without sleep on an exam week, i think it was finals ?

...it was very difficult to study for exams held on the last day, especially during finals. i loved pulmonary disease management and hemodynamics but i was just so exhausted i picked rest over studying otherwise my vertigo might act up

when bombarded with tasks (ex. case study + other major presentations or tasks all together), it's difficult not to spiral. therefore, i suggest to take a walk, especially if you have a baby doggo

if you live with your family, its a bit difficult when they fail to understand you have tons to do on a daily + need some rest. i live with my family of 6 members and sometimes we get into an argument with how im unable to help around especially while im resting after class

it is very difficult to schedule dates with friends or siblings or s/o (i don't have a significant other so that's one less thing to worry about, haha). oftentimes when my older sister asks me to accompany her to the mall for a date or just as company, i spend most of the time in coffee bean, studying. sometimes i rush there when there's an online quiz scheduled in the middle of the day even without lectures.

you gotta sacrifice a lot of things. as you can see above: you sacrifice good health, time with loved ones and yourself, binge watching or gaming (me personally i set a rule if im not on a semestral break i dont play games), good sleep, difficult to commit to other things (uni organizations or work, etc) and etc etc

this being said, i don't discourage or encourage anyone to become an overloaded student as it depends on your unique situation. with mine, my faculty wanted me to supposedly join my batchmates for this year's internship but i was still left behind because there were no offerings for the subjects i needed to complete everything during the summer term and so... yeah, hahaha

other than that, id say i did very, very well both semesters !! not to boast, but it was something i worked hard on and sometimes you just gotta be proud of yourself :)

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TC Challenge, stolen from @too-youngtoloveyou

1. if you could change one thing about your tc, physical or personality-wise, what would it be?

I probably wouldn't. Maybe only for his own benefit that he would be less of a work-aholic but I also like that he's busy with so much stuff at the same time and he's a great teacher imho. He's not physically attractive to me bc I'm lesbian so idc about that. I do wish he would grow out his hair because the buzz cut is not it sir,,,

2. Are they "your type", or was falling for a person like them completely unexpected?

Never thought I would connect this way with him because he's a cishet white middle-aged man so yeah definitely not my type. My type is girls with pretty eyes and a great ass ngl. H doesn't fit that for sure lmao

3. Imagine you have a whole weekend to spend with your tc. what would you guys do?

Definitely watch some movies, cook dinner together. He is such a father figure to me so i would make it a father-daughter weekend probably. Go to a museum would be fun or a football match!!!!

4. If they knew about your feelings, would they confront you about it or ignore it?

Well, he knows I'm lesbian and he knows my family struggles so if he isn't aware that I appreciate his advice and just him listening to what I have to say, than he's way more oblivious than I thought. So I'm assuming he knows.

5. Are they more academic, artistic, or athletic?

This man is so smart and observant, he loves sports a whole lot andd I know he's great at writing so H is a mix of all three and knowing him he loves doing it all.

6. Do they inspire you as a person?

Yes. So much. There's a reason why I wanted him to be my mentor.

7. What do you think their love language is? what's yours?

Mine is physical touch and second is quality time. My wild guess is that H's love language is words of affirmations.

8. What would they have to do to make you lose feelings for them?

Make a move on me, I wouldn't like that at all. I just want to be friends with him if possible.

9. Are they introverted or extroverted? what about you?

Both extroverted lmao

10. Who's more likely to start rambling about their interests while the other listens?

Maybe H? He likes to talk about sports or his work and he has asked me twice what he should make for dinner. In general food is a subject bc we both have GI-tract issues 🤝🏼

11. Do you feel guilty about having feelings for your tc?

Chronic feeling of being a burden, I would've had it with anyone but I'm glad it's him.

12. Are you insecure about them liking another student more than you?

Yes but that's because I have an extremely warped self-image so I don't think there's a reason for me to worry. Still do it tho🥲

13. Have you ever drawn them or written about them to vent your feelings?

I suck at drawing so no. Written about them, yes, literally this whole blog.

14. How do you feel when you're around them? are you so nervous that you can't concentrate, or do you just feel happy that you get to spend time with them?

Nervous at first because I'm scared he'll have changed his mind. But it's like I can breathe normally when with him, like just me existing is fine.

15. Have you ever tried to get over them?

No, there's no reason for me to try that. And I know my need to talk to him stems from me being emotionally neglected and I hope I can move out and get therapy so that need will lessen with time.

16. If someone nice your age showed up in your life and you caught feelings for them, would you move on from your tc?

Again, I'm a lesbian. Literally went on a date last Saturday with a girl. No men!!! Only daddy issues!!!

#male teacher crush #tc crush #teacher crush community #male tc #teacher crush

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croissantbae · 11 months

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June 19, 2023. This weekend was so full I can’t believe it. It was 2 fast 2 furious.

Friday: had dinner for hatty’s birthday at Laredo or lorato. Whatever trudy. And the food was surprisingly delicious!! First time I’ve enjoyed the food that much in a while. Then we didn’t want the fun to end so we sat in paiks car after feeling weird in a boba shop and just all poured our hearts out. The three words thing for the bday girl is truly so great. I could feel how loved hatty felt from it and it felt very nice to witness. Seriously though I think all of us left that night feeling a burst of love for each other individually and for the group as a collective. It reminded me so much of the types of hangouts the GGs would have growing up.

Saturday: naya really didn’t want to go to vbs because she said she can’t do what she wants to do but she has to do what they tell her. But I had nothing planned for that day (I actually canceled my volunteer thing bc I didn’t realize we couldn’t just drop them off at vbs but had to go w them). So we said let’s just try going and if u really don’t like it we can leave. She ended up having so much fun she didn’t want to go home. At first there was a service and at the end everyone took one of those gigantic group photos. There was the body worship dance things by the youth and a time of praise. Everything just felt so wholesome. Jason was like if they’re trying to convert us… I’m all in. It was just so family friendly and the kids ministry was 🔥. After there was lunch and then a festival. They got to do games, go in a bounce house, eat cotton Candy, there was some bombbbbb ddeokbokki wifh a spicy version for adults and non spicy for kids. It was a blast. It was kind of hot tho so they had an indoor portion that was a laser show and it was perfect for cooling down. The teachers were also so sweet. They came by to all say hi to Dani and say how cute she is. It wS just nice thst they remembered them even tho we don’t go to the church. We went bc Edenhurst kids get to go free.

After vbs we went down to Fullerton and had dinner w Jason’s mom and step dad. It was really nice to hang out for the first time all together in what felt like a long time. Just like how Dani and Shiloh are sort of frenemies I feel like Dani and Rowan are too lol.

Sunday: we went back down to Fullerton for Father’s Day w Jason’s dad. We went swimming even though temp reallt cooled down (well, when I say we I mean the dads and kids went swimming). Then we ate gogi and veggies and bap (always getting good hot links at their house. It’s the perfect level of spice). Jason’s dad got the girls books and Nayas were workbooks. She did them the entire time the car ride up. She loooves them. It was so nice just spending more time at Eileen’s and Jordon’s in Fullerton and seeing Rowan playing w the girls. On the way back home I picked up a few things I bought from facebook marketplace. (1) kinetic sand for $3. Jason was like how much sand are you buying? A cup full? And o was like no no the pic seemed like a lot! 25 pounds. We’ll be saving like $50. I get there and it’s like maybe a few pounds… lol. (2) princess standing things we can use as backdrops for the party. When we took it to my moms house nay wouldn’t stop carrying it and playing with it. I’m starting to get concerned magbe the princess thing is getting out of hand. Jimmy was like you know what this is? Idolatry. Humans basic instinct to worship something lol.

We had dinner at my moms for Father’s Day and man she over cooked some ribs so it was tough to eat but everything else was good.

Monday: went to the mall and exploded Nayas mind going shopping. First we went to Zara but my mom said there was something she wanted to buy her at Bloomingdales so we go and the dresses are freaking $200 plus. I was like omg. Nay tried on 3 diff kinds and I was like choose one. But my mom was like no no you can choose two. Naya had a hard time picking and we ended up buying all 3 (but partially so that the girls could share rather than buying two of the same for each of them). When we got home I ordered cheaper dresses and let the kids plAY In the nice Bloomingdales ones but took careful care to keep the tags on bc my mom HAS TO RETURN IT.

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leadfeathers · 11 months

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Oh Lordt.

Parents came up for a weekend and wanted to see a baseball game. Went to game and it’s pride night. My parents are “straight people don’t get a whole month” kind of people. I told my mom we have Toyotathon.

Next day we go to small town nearby to shop and bop. What’s that? Small festival with food trucks? Great let’s go! Pride festival. We get a beer and rainbow wristbands and walk around. Dad can’t quite stand it. Not sure if he has something against pride festivals or if he’d just been standing too long. Hard To Say.

Mom wants to go to a Saturday night church service. Only Lutheran church with a service is a Everyone is Welcome here type church where they are celebrating pride month, Father’s Day, and Juneteenth all in one. There is a talk from a mom about her daughters transition. There are new bathroom signs they are proud of. The service goes way long as a woman is giving a Very Intense Sermon that is actually her life story and by the end I’m sobbing because her brother died after contracting HIV. We have to skip out early because it’s the longest Lutheran service I’ve been to. Longer than a Christmas service. And we have reservations for dinner so we gotta go.

I’d like to state for the record that I was not planning on giving my parents the talk about this stuff this weekend.

I was told hey we’re coming down come to a baseball game.

We’re in the car. Drivin. I’m stressing. I’m fielding comments about People. I’m trying my best. But guys I’m straight. I’m cis. I’m never right. I don’t use the right words. And my mom is asking me to explain it all. Pronouns. What are they. Nonbinary. Intersex. She has combined NB and trans in her mind. Do all trans people use they/them? Nobody introduces themselves with pronouns do they? Dads cutting in with Comments.

She just feels like people are spending all day walking around talking about who they want to have sex with! Or at least that’s what tv is telling her. I try to explain that it actually comes up very little. It can be as easy as someone just letting you know they are going through some medical changes. Maybe needing some help with those changes. Or maybe you need to learn a new name. Like how when someone changes their maiden name and it’s hard to make the switch but very expected and you know it’s rude to do it wrong.

And guys maybe I got through to her? I tried some jokes. I tried to keep it on the level of: we don’t want to deliberately hurt people and everyone is different and if they want you to call them a certain name or refer to them as a boy or a girl then that’s kind and pretty simple. No one has the same life experience so I just trust them to tell me about themselves and we go from there. She agreed with that of course.

The church was a bit weird. There wasn’t really anything church focused there at all and it had kind of culty vibes. They were talking a TON about their inclusivity work but never once mentioned any disability inclusion. Which was the one demographic that that very white Minnesotan congregation could probably understand the best. We chatted about that and how that can make us feel like outsiders. Both of them wear hearing aides now and obviously we have my brother who is severely disabled. So that was a bit of a touchstone for them.

My guys I’m so exhausted tho. I always feel like I’m trying so hard with them. To combat the shit they hear from their friends and the rest of our family. They love people and I think delight in silliness and uniqueness. And they’ve got this crazy wall on this one issue. I just think I’m the only person they know who tries to explain it to them.

I just want my parents to be nice people. I’m a little worried about my dad. Since he’s retired I think he gets more and more of his life from the internet. And his adhd brain and dyslexia combine to make him skip around from weird inflammatory headline to inflammatory headline making up shit and drawing conclusions as he goes.

#don’t read this if you don’t want to hear about my parents #someone help #I want to just go back in time and spend my weekend on a bike at a campground

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regenderate-fic · 2 years

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Who You Pretend to Be (Who You Are): Chapter 5

Fandom: Doctor Who Ships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan, Thirteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Yasmin Khan & Rose Tyler Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, Dhawan!Master Rating: General Word Count: 4,285 Other Tags: Chameleon Arch, Bad Wolf Rose, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bad Wolf as Disability, Disabled Character, Reunions

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Summary: The Doctor, escaping a threat, turns herself human, leaving Yaz to look after her. Of course, it gets difficult when the human Doctor, or Penny, immediately thinks Yaz is her girlfriend. And it gets even more difficult when Penny drags Yaz to a lecture by one Rose Tyler-Noble, who’s brought a friend Yaz recognizes. Yaz starts putting the pieces together, befriending Rose along the way.

Written for the Doctor Who Creators Summer Exchange for SpaceBetweenGalaxies.

There was something on the monitors.

Jack found it first, a disturbance in the rift, barely detectable, and then Rose’s time senses started tingling. She struggled with how much to tell Jack: he needed to know something , but if she said too much, it would give him information he wasn’t supposed to have. Finally, she settled on, “It’s part of a case I’ve been following. I should be able to handle it on my own.” Which wasn’t strictly true— she was handling it with Yaz, technically— but Jack didn’t need to know that either.

“Great,” Jack said. “I’ll leave it with you, then. Tell me if you need support.”

“Will do.”

Jack went back into his office, and Rose pulled out her phone.

Rose: its here

Rose: the time dragon

Yaz: !!

Yaz: What do we do?

Rose: did the doctor say anything abt this?

Yaz: No

Yaz: But the point was to hide her from the dragon

Yaz: If the dragon is here and it’s looking for a Time Lord and doesn’t find one, it might move on

Rose: maybe

Rose: worth a shot

Rose: & we’re monitoring + i can feel it

Rose: we need 2 keep our eyes on her tho

Rose: i really am going 2 talk 2 jack abt that job

Yaz: I can at least hang out at the cafe tonight.

Yaz: And we don’t have plans tomorrow. If you can talk to Jack and get her in Monday, we’d only be missing her when she’s in class.

Yaz: I could quit my job anytime too

Yaz: Esp if we’re not going to be here much longer

Rose: if shes in class all day theres not much point

Rose: unless ur ready 2 tell her smth

Yaz: Do you think I need to?

Rose: hm itd just make her seem suspicious i think

Rose: shes got 2 blend in

Yaz: Okay

Yaz: I guess this doesn’t change much.

Yaz: Makes me nervous though

Rose: you & me both

Rose: tell me if anything happens ok?

Yaz: Course I will

Yaz: Thanks

Rose: ofc

Rose went back to her monitors. She’d been scheduled to have the next day off, but that was out the window now: she settled in for what she was sure would become a sleepless night.

—

Yaz spent all Saturday and Sunday with Penny. It was easy, when all they had to do was hang around the flat: she just had to make an excuse to linger throughout Penny’s Saturday evening shift, which Penny and most of her coworkers mercifully interpreted as romantic rather than weird. Yaz had her laptop with her, anyway, and tried to make it look like she was there to work— she’d lied and told Penny she was doing a research project for the museum. It wouldn’t justify her being there every day, of course, but if Rose offered Penny that internship soon it wouldn’t matter. (The Master— or Oliver, if that’s what he was going by— wasn’t there, to Yaz’s relief and concern. When she asked Penny about it, she just shrugged and said he had the morning shift that day.)

Sunday was easier. Both of them had the day off, and that meant they had the day to spend together. Penny wasn’t the type to rest on her days off, preferring to go out into the city and find something to do, but that was at least something Yaz could accompany her in. So they wandered around downtown, popping in and out of shops, enjoying Cardiff.

Or— Yaz would have enjoyed it, if it hadn’t come with a constant undercurrent of fear. She’d been stressed this whole time, but Rose’s texts had brought with them a tension that refused to dissipate, sitting in Yaz’s stomach, her arms, her legs, informing her every move. She was trying to hide it from Penny, but it was only a matter of time.

And then, Sunday evening, just after they arrived home, Penny’s phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket, and Yaz watched with trepidation as a grin expanded on her face.

“Guess what!” she said.

“What?” Yaz asked, hoping she already knew.

“Remember Rose?” Penny asked. “From Torchwood?”

Yaz nodded.

“She wants me to work for her.” Penny was barely containing her excitement: every part of her body was stiff with the effort of holding back.

“That’s amazing,” Yaz said, smiling. “Really.”

“She says I can start this week, if I want.” Penny frowned. “I’d have to quit at the cafe. But honestly, I’m a bit tired of that anyway. It’s nothing compared to working with real aliens. ”

“That’s great.” Yaz moved to pull Penny into a hug, hiding her face over Penny’s shoulder. Penny squeezed her back, her excitement finally bubbling over. “That’s what you wanted, right?” Yaz added.

“It’s my dream,” Penny said, and when she pulled away from Yaz, Yaz could see it in her eyes. It was the same way the Doctor looked when she pulled the TARDIS doors open to see someplace new: it was a look of awe and discovery.

Yaz loved it.

“We should celebrate,” she said. “Go to a restaurant or something.”

“Oh, brilliant plan, Yaz! You know, that new place right by campus is supposed to be amazing .” And now all Penny’s excitement was coming out: she bounded to the door, and Yaz went after her, struggling to keep up.

She would miss this, when she got the Doctor back. The uncomplicated nature of it all: the easy knowledge that, at the end of the day, she was with Penny, and Penny was with her.

Yaz had spent this whole time missing the Doctor. And she still missed the Doctor: it pulsed in her chest, a glaring ache. But at some point in the last month and a half, she’d gotten used to being with Penny. As much as she’d tried to avoid it.

She tried not to think of what the Doctor would say, when she came back. Especially now that Penny had spilled the secrets the Doctor had been hiding for months. Her relationship with Penny had never been real, no, but now Yaz had seen the Doctor’s face turned on her with love in its eyes— now she’d felt the Doctor’s body next to hers— now she knew what it was like to hear that voice say I love you — she didn’t know how she was going to go back to brushed-off concerns and opaque expressions. Yaz never expected the Doctor to be as open and unapologetic as Penny: the Doctor had a complicated past that spanned millenia, and Penny was just an ordinary Ph.D. student in her 30’s. But still. As Yaz sat across from a starry-eyed Penelope, she couldn’t help but feel like she’d lose something, turning her back.

Penny’s first day at Torchwood was strange. Jack had agreed to hire her, with the stipulation that she would be under Rose’s supervision; of course Rose had agreed, grateful for the chance to keep Penny’s work separate from Jack’s. She arrived two minutes late, running towards the entrance, her hair sticking out all over.

“Sorry!” she gasped when she saw Rose. “Got held up at the lab. You would not believe the state some of these undergrads leave it in.” She tilted her head to the side. “‘Course, I wasn’t much better.”

“It’s all right,” Rose said. “Come on, I’ll show you what I’ve been working on.”

One of the things Rose had said, when she was trying to convince Jack about the job, was that they were lacking in the science department. And they were— both Rose and Jack were good with mechanics, and Rose had done enough dimensional engineering to at least understand most of the readings they got. But neither of them were really experts in that regard, and they had been running without much of a team for a while now.

Which all was just to say that Rose had plenty to show Penelope, that first day, and most of it Penelope turned around and explained right back to her much better than she could manage. She really did remind Rose of the Doctor, actually: the way she approached the work with awe and excitement, the way she went off on tangents about the things she was interested in. She seemed a little more self-conscious, maybe, than Rose’s Doctor had been, pulling herself out of her tangents with a, “Sorry, I don’t mean to ramble,” and a little less willing to jump into a situation without knowing what she was getting into— when Rose showed her a map of the galaxy, stars spinning out from a deep center, Penny asked permission before hesitantly reaching out and taking the computer’s mouse. But Rose could see the connection between the Doctor she’d known and the human standing before her, completely engrossed in footage from telescopes across the Earth.

Even if she hadn’t had a reason to hire Penny, Rose thought, it would have been a good idea.

Yaz came by near the end of Penny’s time— she’d picked up enough of Torchwood’s layout to let herself in, stepping out of the elevator and into the lab with her bag over one shoulder and her leather jacket draped over her arm. The second Penny saw her, she looked up and called out, “Yaz!”

“Hiya.” Yaz came over to where Penny was sitting, pulling up a chair. “Anything interesting?”

“Oh, loads,” Penny said immediately, launching into an explanation of disruptions to Earth’s magnetic field. Yaz’s eyes met Rose’s, and they both smiled.

Yaz had a new routine. She would go to work, all the while battling the horrible nagging feeling that something awful was going to happen to Penny while they were separated, and then she would spend a few hours hanging out either at a coffee shop by the museum or in the plaza by Torchwood. And then, once it was almost time for Penny to be done at Torchwood, she’d go down to the lab, and Penny would explain some new astrophysics concept to her, and she and Rose would share a knowing look.

“You don’t have to walk me home every day,” Penny said, after a week of this.

“No, I don't,” Yaz lied. “I like to, though. Besides, I like to see what you’re doing.” That much was true, anyway. Penny shared the Doctor’s ability to make just about anything sound interesting.

The only drawback, really, was that it was much harder to get Rose on her own. But they’d stayed in touch over text— mostly just Rose confirming that the time dragon was getting closer, and Yaz confirming that she was keeping an eye on Penny as best she could. There wasn’t much they needed to discuss in person. But still— Yaz had enjoyed, even for so brief a time, being able to be around someone who knew the full situation.

But things were settling again. The tension stayed in Yaz’s body— it was familiar, after her time in the 1900’s, and she was beginning to worry she’d never relax again. Otherwise, though— Penny was happy, and as safe as Yaz could keep her, and things seemed all right.

Until the time dragon finally came.

Yaz and Penny were walking home from the bus stop when suddenly Yaz felt it: a wind, out of nowhere, so strong it blew them both off course. It could have been nothing, of course— it could have been a regular wind, showing up at an improbable time. But somewhere, deep in Yaz’s gut, she knew. She pulled out her phone and found Rose in her contacts. Another wind buffeted them, and Yaz took Penny’s hand. The phone was ringing.

“Weird storm,” Penny remarked. “You all right?”

“Yeah, fine,” Yaz said. “Look, Penny—”

The phone stopped ringing. Rose’s voice said, “It found you, didn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Yaz said. “Look, I’m going to try and get us back to the TARDIS. We’ll be safer in there.” To Penny, she added, “C’mon. I’m going to find us shelter.”

“Yaz,” Rose’s voice said, sharp with worry. “Are you all right?”

“I’ll be fine,” Yaz said. And she believed it: she’d always had a level head in a crisis, no matter what else was going on, and this was no exception. The Doctor’s very life hinged on this moment— but Yaz had a plan unfurling in her mind, and she was going to execute it as best she could.

“Who are you talking to?” Penny asked. “Is that Rose?”

“Er—” Yaz shook her head. “I’ll call you back,” she said to Rose. She hung up the phone. “Come on, Penny, let’s get somewhere safe.” She tugged at Penny’s arm, pulling her towards the park. The TARDIS was right nearby— closer than their flat, even, which made it a plausible source of shelter.

“Where are we going?” Penny asked, stumbling after Yaz. “There’s not going to be shelter here.”

“You’ll see,” Yaz said.

“Yaz, what’s going on?” Penny asked, a plaintive note in her voice. “You’re acting really weird.”

“I know,” Yaz said. “It’ll make sense soon, all right? But for now I need you to trust me.”

“Okay,” Penny said. She didn’t sound convinced, but she did let Yaz pull her through the park to the TARDIS.

“In here,” Yaz said, pushing the doors open.

“Oh!” Penny exclaimed. “I’ve seen this in my dreams! Except in my dreams it was—” And then she fell through the doors, and her breath caught. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Yaz went straight to the console, her footfalls loud in the darkened space. It was all wrong, the TARDIS without its ambient sounds— but Yaz was afraid to wake it up. If the Time Dragon could track Time Lords, it surely could also track their TARDISes. So she just leaned against the console, staring up at the central crystal. “Welcome to the TARDIS, Penny.”

Penny ran up next to her. “Okay, so you’ve got to tell me what’s going on here. What is this? Have you had it this whole time? Have you been lying to me about who you are?”

“No,” Yaz said quickly. “Not about who I am.” She turned around, her back to the console. Penny was a couple feet away, staring at her with wide eyes. Yaz wished she could enjoy the role reversal. Under less dangerous circumstances, maybe she would have. She stuck a hand into her jacket pocket, turning the gold watch over in her hand. She felt it thrumming with the Doctor’s missing heartbeat.

It wasn’t time to open it yet.

“I promise,” she said to Penny. “I’ll show you as soon as we’re safe.” Her phone was buzzing again, and she picked it up.

“Yaz?” Rose’s voice said. “Are you all right?”

“We’re in the TARDIS,” Yaz said. And oh, she was never going to get used to the way her voice sounded in the silent console room. “I’m not turning it on yet in case that’ll attract the dragon. Any updates?”

Dragon? Penny mouthed. Yaz ignored her.

“It’s definitely here,” Rose said. “Giving me a headache, honestly. Keeps popping in and out of the third dimension. Jack’s definitely going to notice the readings when he comes in tomorrow.”

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow,” Yaz said. “Don’t suppose you’re above falsifying things?”

“Definitely not,” Rose said. “Feels weird lying to Jack, though.”

Yaz glanced at Penny. “Yeah, tell me about it.” She sighed. “Right. Suppose all we can do is wait.”

“Call me if anything happens.”

“‘Course.” Yaz hung up the phone and took a deep breath.

She turned back to Penny.

“Right,” she said. “Maybe we should talk.”

“Yeah, maybe.” It was the most sarcastic she’d heard Penny or the Doctor— it cut at Yaz, laced her with guilt.

“Let’s sit,” Yaz said. She led Penny over to the steps. She sat on one, and Penny, cross-legged, took another. She faced Yaz, leaning forward.

“What is all this?” she asked.

Yaz pushed out an exhale. “Can you tell me about your dreams?”

Penny frowned. “My dreams?”

“Yeah. When we came in here, you said it was like in your dreams.”

Yaz watched as understanding began to dawn on Penny’s face.

“My dreams,” she repeated. “I don’t know. There’s so much—” She paused. “I’m all different people. Sometimes I look like this. Sometimes I don’t. And there’s always this box, and it’s always bigger on the inside than it is on the outside, but the inside looks different. Sometimes the outside looks different, too, but it’s always the police box.”

Yaz nodded. “Go on,” she said.

“I’m— I think it was called a Time Lord,” Penny said. “Except that in the one I told you about, I found out I wasn’t. And you were there, sometimes, and we traveled together. We had good fun, sometimes.” She paused. “And I traveled with Rose, in some of them. Oh! And Jack! And loads of other people, actually.” She frowned. “I’m old, in the dreams. Lots of time to make friends.” She looked at Yaz, and Yaz saw something of the Doctor in the fear wavering in her eyes. “Yaz? What are you trying to tell me?”

“Your dreams are true,” Yaz said. “Or— maybe not all of them. I really don’t know how it works. But— you’re not human. Not really.” Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. “You did this thing— there was something after you, and you turned yourself human so it wouldn’t find you. It gave you new memories and everything. You told me the TARDIS would leave you just enough memory of me to let me in. I'm not normally your girlfriend.”

“Oh,” Penny said. She frowned. “But I liked you in the dreams.”

Yaz shrugged. There was a lump in her throat, and she tried to swallow it. “I can’t tell you how you feel about me,” she said. “I mean, when you’re the Doctor.”

“I think I like you,” Penny decided. “How could anyone resist a Yaz?” But then her features settled, and she looked at Yaz. “But— what does this mean?”

Yaz shrugged again. “I’ll turn you back when we’re out of danger,” she said. “Rose will tell me when it’s safe.”

“Oh, Rose!” Penny said. “Do I know Rose? I mean, as the Doctor?”

“Yeah,” Yaz said. “Or, you used to. I think you two are going to have a lot to talk about.”

“And Oliver,” Penny added. “What’s he doing here, anyway?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Yaz said.

Penny’s expression darkened, a pale imitation of the Doctor’s cold rage. “I don’t think I care for him much.”

“He hurt you,” Yaz said, as neutrally as she could.

And then she saw the despair hit Penny’s face, her mouth opening, her eyes going dead. “Oh,” she said. “All that— all that pain. It was mine all along.”

“I’m sorry,” Yaz whispered. She hadn’t considered this, what would happen if Penny realized the truth behind her dreams. She shifted to sit on Penny’s step, wrapping an arm around her much the same as Rose had done for her a few weeks before. Penny clung to her, not quite crying, and Yaz buried her face in Penny’s hair, taking in the clean scent of her shampoo.

“It’s going to be okay,” she said. She believed herself when she said it— but of course, “okay” was subjective. It was going to be okay, because Yaz wasn’t going to let the time dragon get the Doctor, and because she was going to turn Penny back into the Doctor— but then they’d have all the problems Yaz and the Doctor had, plus all the baggage of having been pretend girlfriends for weeks, and the uncomfortable fact that Yaz had learned the Doctor’s trauma by chance rather than by choice.

For a given definition of “okay,” then. They would be okay.

Yaz didn’t know how long she and Penny sat in the dark console room, waiting for the threat to pass. They didn’t talk much: they just sat on the steps, trying not to let the foreboding gloom of the situation press too hard on their shoulders, trying not to fall asleep in the dark room as the hours wore on. Yaz kept an eye on her phone, checking every few minutes to see if Rose had messaged: and then finally, so late the clock had turned over and it was early, Yaz’s phone rang.

It was Rose.

“Yaz?” she said.

“It’s me.” Yaz rubbed at her eyes. “Are we safe?”

“I think so.”

“Right.” Yaz paused. “I told Penny.”

“Are you going to turn her back now?”

Yaz glanced at Penny, watching her with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” she said. “I think so.”

“Right, then.” There was something in Rose’s tone— hope, maybe. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

Yaz hung up the phone.

She turned to Penny.

“Is it time?” Penny asked.

Yaz nodded.

“I like being me,” Penny said. Her voice broke. “Penelope. I like my simple life.”

“I know,” Yaz said. She took a deep breath. “But— the Doctor told me to turn you back.”

“I’m scared,” Penny said.

“I know.” Yaz’s hand slipped into her pocket. Closed around the watch. The Doctor’s heartbeat thumped against her palm.

She pulled the watch out.

Penny’s eyes went to it immediately.

“I can hear it,” she whispered.

“It’s yours,” Yaz said. “Are you ready?”

Penny teetered. “Hang on a second,” she said.

Yaz waited.

Penny stepped forward. Her hand snaked behind Yaz’s neck, tangling in her hair, and Yaz pulled away.

“I can’t,” she said. “Not now that you know who you are. It’s not fair to the Doctor.”

“I’m not the Doctor,” Penny said. Her eyes narrowed. “Although I’m not convinced the Doctor would mind.”

Yaz couldn’t think about that. Not when she was about to see the Doctor again.

“Consider it a dying wish?” Penny added.

“Penny, I—” Yaz shook her head. “Come here.” She pulled Penny into a hug, burying her head in Penny’s shoulder, letting Penny’s hair tickle her cheek. Would the Doctor keep the haircut, Yaz wondered, or would she let it grow back out?

Penny held her, arms tight around Yaz, and Yaz felt suspended, separate from everything. For a moment, she forgot where she was, forgot what she had to do: she had been resisting for weeks, maybe even years, and now she relented, allowed herself to fall into Penny, allowed herself to feel something other than anxiety and guilt and worry.

And then her thumb slipped on the watch.

It burst open, and Yaz stumbled back, watching golden light seep out. Penny stared as the light came to her, entered with her breath, and her eyes screwed themselves shut.

Yaz could see the moment the Doctor came back.

It was in her expression: her brow relaxed, her jaw set itself. Her eyes were still shut, but impassively so, rather than out of any sort of pain. She held herself differently, standing up a little straighter, her arms tensed a little more.

And then her eyes opened.

“Yaz,” she said, and oh, that was the Doctor, that many-layered voice, full of emotions Yaz couldn't begin to name.

“Doctor,” she said. Their eyes met. The Doctor's eyes— Yaz hadn't realized how much she’d missed the Doctor’s eyes, the way she looked at Yaz with everything in the universe.

And then something shifted, and Yaz became horribly aware of the position of her body in space, the way she didn’t really know what to do with her hands, the way her braid had become messier and messier as the night went on. She broke eye contact.

“Hold on,” she said. She went to the console and reached underneath, pulling out a bundle of fabric. When she straightened up, the Doctor was still looking at her, not saying anything. She thrust the bundle of fabric in the Doctor’s direction. “It should all be here.”

The Doctor took the bundle. She shook it out, and her clothes fell to the floor: T-shirt. Undershirt. Culottes. She wound up holding her jacket by the shoulders, staring blankly at it.

“Thanks,” she said quietly. And then she looked back at Yaz, her brow furrowed. “Hang on. Still trying to sort out my memories. Do I remember— Rose Tyler?”

“Tyler-Noble,” Yaz corrected instinctively.

“Where’d the Noble come from?” the Doctor asked. But before Yaz could say anything, the Doctor had already moved on. “Oh! And— the Master?” Her face settled into the stony line that always accompanied talk of the Master. Her tone shifted in the blink of an eye, growing cold and uncompromising. “What’s he doing here?”

“I don’t know,” Yaz said. “I didn’t exactly want to get close.”

“Right. Smart.” The Doctor faltered for a moment, and then she launched herself forward, pulling Yaz into a hug. Yaz flailed, just for a moment, but then she forced herself to relax, wrapping her arms around the Doctor.

“I missed you,” she admitted, a confession mumbled into the Doctor’s shoulder.

“I’m glad to be back,” the Doctor said, and for a moment Yaz allowed herself to hear the implicit with you .

And then the Doctor pulled away. “Right,” she said. “I’ve got some people to find.”

Yaz: She’s back.

Rose rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and combed her fingers through her hair. Nerves jumped in her belly: she hadn’t seen the Doctor in years. She didn’t know what to expect. She was trying, very hard, not to expect anything at all, but she couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto her face as she looked into the mirror.

The Doctor was back.

#doctor who #my fic #fanfiction #thirteenth doctor #rose tyler #thirteenrose #thirteen x rose #doctorrose #yasmin khan #thasmin #thirteen x yaz #who you pretend to be (who you are)#chameleon arch #bad wolf as disability #bad wolf rose #angst #reunions

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theluxuriansecret · 2 years

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Dear Diary 7.9.2022

12:41 am

Dear diary, the days surely do fly by. So much has happened in what feels like such a short span of time. It's a lot, but because I have neglected to write down my feelings I am currently feeling overwhelmed. I'm really hoping that i can real myself in before I explode. (I'm also on my period, but just because I am doesn't mean my feelings right now in this moment aren't valid)

So, to begin, in may I broke with my boyfriend after the third attempt that month. It was after I got back from vacation. on vacation not only did I get my clothes stolen (and spend practically every night drunk) but I had met this guy on my very last night. After arguing with my bf I decided then and there I was done, and I was going to hook up with this guy. I didn't though, but I did make out with him. That proved to me that I was over him for real. So the day after I got home I told him I was done. It did not go down well. He screamed and he cried and he begged me to love him, but I couldn't, and I didn't and I still don't. I have love for him, I DO love him, but I am not in love with me. Today (or i guess yesterday) he told me he is still waiting for me to tell him I want him back, that I love him and I want him to be my boyfriend. But that's where that ends for right now.

For the past two weeks I have spent basically everyday drowning myself in some distraction. Going to the beach, the fair, to bars, video games, drinking, so much fucking drinking. Literally anything. Which brings to two Fridays ago. I was out at a bar with my friend. I met this guy who seemed sweet. I gave him my # not really thinking about it. And that night he tells me he wants to take me on a date. Fast forward a week after talking and he tells me we should speak on the phone so there isn't much anxiety. And even though our date was set for Saturday it happened that Friday. It went great, or so I thought. IDK. We ended up hooking up. The first person I have been with since my bf. And it ended weird. No one finished and he just sat there, like defeated. There was basically radio silence since that day. He messages me yesterday telling me he had went and enjoyed his birthday vacation with his ex (it wasn't his ex by the way, he's just a cheater) and that he was reconsidering their relationship. Okay. That story is over. It ends just like that. I just hope that when he re-reconsidered he doesn't come crawling in my fucking messages. Fuck That.

Anyway, I went on another date this past Wednesday. It was like okay I guess, good at best. The guy was super sweet and kind. I wanted to hookup him, like I did. But I didn't and I still don't even know why. I also think he is on the Autism spectrum, actually not think, I know. He even mentioned it "he thinks". That doesn't bother me at all though, actually the only thing that bothers me is that he isn't sure (or officially diagnosed) when it's obvious. Unless he was just trying to test out the waters to see how I would react. I do kinda wanna see him again though.

Today was the first Friday in a while that I wasn't out. And idk, I have been in my feelings all day. That guy one can just go back to his girl like that. I mean, I didn't want a relationship with him but I did want a little more fun out of him I guess. It just sucks because I keep looking at my phone hoping he texts me... Sigh, I wanted to experience hookup culture so bad for some reason, but it's not anything like I thought it would be. I think I jumped in too fast. I need to focus on myself and my goals and dreams like I said I would, but here I sit. Unemployed, secretly sad, and finding every and anyway to distract myself. Also I cracked my phone screen so, theres that as well.

I want to take the time away from my ex to find myself, to find hobbies, passions, learn something new. But right now I feel like I have fallen deep into 15 year old me's bad habits. Except I'm older now, and it's so much easier to make bad decisions. I guess you live and you learn though.

SOTD: Girl With No Name - Jules Larson + AG

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ghostinyourbuilding · 2 years

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June 27th, Monday. 16.38pm. Good afternoon ghostie.

I went on a date with Otto yesterday. We bar hopped a bit then just hanged around downtown. It was weird, I didn't think he'd come back but after almost two years he's fucking here. It was nice, he's incredibly cute and really nice company.

He kept saying how he regretted cutting contact every single day we weren't talking, that was cute.

I hadn't gone on dates since I started dating Fele so I thought I was gonna be awkward but no, I actually took the initiative plenty of times. Usually on dates the people I'm seeing are the ones who usually kiss me first and stuff, but not this time. It wasn't a bad thing, in fact it made me feel pretty confident.

He also kept saying nice things about my appearance, which is nice! I felt really good about how I looked, which is fucking great because I put in effort. My ego also had a boost because while on the bus back home some teenage dudes were talking about me and hyping each other up to ask me for my number. Thank god that by the time I had to hop off they didnt get the chance to ask for it, I'm bad at rejecting people and they were absolutely too young for me.

But yeah, date went super well! I plan on seeing him again this week, fingers crossed we'll find the time to do it.

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Since I'm still single even tho the date went well, I wanna meet two dudes from tinder some time this week, maybe even another dude I knew from school.

There's this punkish guy with lots of tattoos that's pretty cool, this hot af metalhead (my weakness are men with long hair, welp) and the dude I know from school. The last one is a bit too short for my taste and he likes to read people poetry which is incredibly awkward, so maybe I'll skip that one.

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I talked with Linu and he was at Kali's place, they were having a party or something. Apparently Kali doesn't have any bad blood with me anymore, it was just teenage girl shit. She even invited me to come over next time they have a party since she lives pretty close. I'm very happy about that because I didn't want her feeling uncomfortable and also I need some more girl friends so hopefully we can be mates!

I'm gonna meet Linu this Saturday evening so we can go to my sister's place, spend the night talking, drinking wine and smoking a bit. Then Sunday before noon (hopefully but probably not) Allan is gonna join us so we can Uber our way over to the parade before they start. After that maybe we'll go to Dana's house because she'll have a barbecue or something, maybe not.

I'm actually unsure if I should bring Allan along because he thinks we should have something and I'm so not into him it's ridiculous. Maybe I can just bamboozle him and avoid him being overly touchy the entire time. Who knows?

Oh, I'm still so fucking excited to see all of my friends there. I missed them very much.

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In conclusion, my love life and my social life are back. I'm glad to be busy, I missed this so so much.

#diary entry

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ultimaid · 3 years

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so i saw the deh movie (for the laughs—i LOVE seeing bad movies) and tbh? it COULD have been fine if they cast someone else as evan.

ben platt is WAYYYY too old to be playing a high schooler. kaitlyn denver looks like she could be his little sister and their romantic chemistry was nonexistent. like… isaac cole powell was In The Movie as a background extra / cameo for hardcore broadway fans, and he could’ve made a pretty good evan imo—he actually looks young enough to play the part!

i know ben platt originated the role and is basically synonymous with it, but it just… god, it took me out of the movie, especially since he’s so clearly a stage actor and struggles to break out of his exaggerated portrayal of evan. he CAN be a decent screen actor—i really liked his performance in the politician—but this just wasn’t it.

i did like the casting for jared, alana, cynthia, zoe, and heidi, but that didn’t make up for the quality of the overall film. they had the opportunity to correct some of the logistical issues with the musical and just… didnt? idk. overall the movie is pretty average and could have been passably good if it weren’t for ben platt’s casting + some weird cinematic choices + abysmal pacing in some parts (the whole “you will be found” sequence is SO long—i went to the bathroom like two minutes in and when i came back there was about a minute left, lmao).

#i’m biased bc i. don’t think deh is a great musical on its own? it’s fine but WAY overhyped imo #but like. the movie on its own is. ehh. VERY funny to see ben platt stage-act the whole time while everyone else is screen acting tho #there were bits where i laughed out loud and was NOT supposed to be laughing #when hes crying in the forest near the end his neck tenses up SO much and he looks like he’s holding back a cough 😭#eno.txt #broadway #anyways. not worth spending too much money on imo #if you’re a hardcore deh fan or just someone who wants to see a so-so movie with some laugh out loud bad moments i’d go to like.#a cheap matinee #bc saturday night prices were too much lmfao

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kkusuka · 3 years

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I’m so proud I’ve been here long before 2k💁🏼‍♀️ N E WAY CONGRATSSSSS!!!

Can I have fluff 16 with a twist tho, like “My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." with Gojou, Fushiguro, Itadori and a fem reader? If 3 characters are way to many you can keep only Gojou. Keep being amazinggg<3

thank you so much!! <3

Gn!Pronouns, but you are implied to be female!

Cw: an itsy bitsy hint of angst, slight confessions, reader panics,

a/n: these were almost criminally fun to write, I love these three so much

Gojou Satoru

Words: 700

You had no idea how a simple piece of paper could make you feel. Awkward, confusion, shock, all from one note that you thought was a bill.

‘Y/n L/n save the date!’ was the last thing you had expected, from your ex-boyfriend nonetheless. The same guy who dated you for a whole three years before telling you over text that it wasn’t going to work out.

Well, the both of you never had a bad relationship after, but you were a severe level of butthurt. But what made you really freeze was the plus one invitation, if you showed up to your ex’s wedding you would look like a loser.

Since you were clearly going, you’d never miss on free food and a chance to have a day off, you needed an outfit and a date. The outfit was pretty easy to figure out, you’d go shopping on the weekend and buy something then.

But someone to go with? You had about three friends whom you knew could not afford any days off and that you just didn't want to take. (at least you had some last resorts) Then, another problem, if they weren’t part of the Jujutsu world it would be harder to explain if you had to abruptly leave, which was a huge possibility this time of year.

With that, your options were cut down to two- Nanami and...Gojou, of all people.

Obviously, you tried, emphasis on tried, Nanami first. But after 24 missed calls and a 15-second conversation where he basically told you to shove it, you were in full-on panic mode. The wedding was in three days and you had to do something about your inevitable loneliness.

You had to get over yourself, the worst Gojo could do was make fun of you or say no. But, he never passes up the opportunity for sweets, just lay on the dessert y/n!

“To what do I owe this sweet phone call Y/n? Confessing your love for yours truly?” his voice laughed through the line. You just had to ask him in a way that would compel him to want to come with you.

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you blurt not even thinking about the words falling from your lips.

You come to realize your words from the ringing silence in your ears, “I’m sorry I just-”

“I’ll come” he answered, cutting off your apologies. He’ll come, you didn't even have to say anything about sugar or bribe him into coming.

“You’ll come? Really? Why-wait Thank you! It’s on Saturday at 3 pm, we can go together if that makes things better! Thank you so much, you just saved me Gojo! How can I make it up to you!” you were just spouting whatever you could to thank him, listening to his daughter from his side.

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with my little Sugar? You can make it up to me by wearing your prettiest little dress so we’ll be the hottest couple at the wedding.” he teased, continuing ranting about how you should match colors to add ‘flare’.

“While we’re there we can start planning our own wedding! Doesn’t that sound fun Sugar!”

Fushiguro Megumi

Words: 700

“What even is that” Megumi’s voice rang through the office hallway. You’d like to know too, you haven’t spoken to anyone from your hometown, save for our family, since you moved away six years ago.

“I’m not totally sure, you want to open it with me?” you question opening the door to your office as he silently follows you in.

Settling the rest of the mail down, you take a closer look at the suspicious envelope noticing the name on the return address. There's no way! Why the hell was your ex sending you things to your official workspace?

“What’s wrong? Is it bad?” Megumi doesn't know what to do, your face went pale and you looked super confused.

“Oh, nothing really. I’m just surprised, it’s from my ex” well now he was frozen, was it a love letter? Why was he sending you stuff, he just hoped that it wasn't bad, you had enough on your plate and you didn’t need more.

Opening the envelope to see flower patterns and script lettering; you know exactly what this letter will be telling you. Just as you suspect a date plastered on the card along with two all familiar names flood your senses.

“He’s getting married!” you couldn't believe it, why would he invite his high school ex to his wedding, it was an odd choice, to say the least.

“That’s cool I guess, anyway I gotta go, have fun,” he murmured leaving the room and letting to wonder if you were even going to show up in the first place, but at the moment you send an email and reserve a spot for yourself and admittedly a plus one that didn’t exist.

You would figure it out in due time!

❍❍❍

You did not figure anything out and the wedding was tomorrow. No one in their right mind would drop everything to come to some random wedding. Your point proved when Itadori explained he had plans to go see a movie marathon with Jumpei that he just couldn’t cancel.

Not even Nobara would spare you some mercy, she and Maki were having a pre-planned girls' day, one that you would be going to if you hadn't agreed to go to some random wedding.

Now you could only pray that Mehgumi felt enough pity that he would go with you. Deciding that a call would be too impersonal and would be easier to say no over, you make your way to his apartment with a box of dumplings that you knew he loved.

“Gumi-chan? Open up please!” you knocked on the door waiting for him to come, him appearing a few seconds later; hair messy in sweatpants and a black tank-top. No- this isn’t about his body, it could be, but you had to get this settled first.

“Uh? Did I miss something? Why are you here?” his questions break you from your stare as you shove the food in his arms, gathering all the courage you could muster.

“These are for you and all you need to do is hear me out, please? I would really like you too!” you beg, watching as he silently commanded for you to continue.

“As you know, my ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see." you kept your head low as you explained to him what had happened, “I really need you to do this for me, I'll give you anything I swear! Just help me this once!”

“Why do you need me?” he mumbled, commanding your attention back onto his face.

“Because it’ll be fun and you need to get out.” ‘and this is my way of asking you out but not asking you at the same time’ goes unsaid.

“Fine, but you have to come to dinner with me the next time my dad asks.” that was it you, ultimatum, an easy one too.

“Deal! Now we have to match or it’ll look stupid, and we have to practice dancing and-”

“Dear Lord, what did I get into”

Itadori Yuji

Words: 600

You’d pinned the invitation above your bed as a constant reminder that you had to do something.

Not that you cared what your ex thought of you at their wedding, but something deep inside wanted to show him that you were happy without him.

And the only way to do that was to shove a hot guy down his throat; better yet, a totally hot guy that was into you. Now all you needed was a hot guy to be into you.

Well, you had a hot guy to go with you. In a desperate plea, you had asked your good friend Itadori, formally known as the vessel of another somewhat friend Sukuna, and he had agreed.

Just thinking about it made you cringe a bit; you had been freaking out and ran to his apartment, drenched in rain.

“My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years being single and hunting down weird things most people can’t even see," you explained frantically, waving your hands. Watching his face contort into every human emotion you could think of, before spreading into a smile.

“Of course I’ll come with you! It sounds like a blast!” of course Sukuna had a few choice words to say about that, something along the lines of, ‘you're not dragging me to some stupid event because you're lonely! I refuse!”

And he continued to complain throughout the night of planning and the next morning when you told him he was going whether he wanted to or not and he told you he’d rather die.

“This Wench will not dictate my life!” he spoke through a mouth on Yuji’s cheek, eye slit glaring in your direction.

“And I’m not letting some lame demon tell me what I can and can’t do with my friend!” you argued back.

But he didn't have a say anyway.

Now you were standing before a mirror, admiring how your dress wrapped around your body, waiting for Itadori to come to the door.

Hearing the knocks on your door, you grab a small bag and your invitations and your plus one, opening the door to Yuji in a three-piece black suit, staring at you with wide eyes.

“You look great-”

“You look crazy beautiful-”

Both of you freeze at the word mix-up, then breaking into laughter as you loop your arm through his outstretched one.

“Seriously you look great, y/n. You have that guy wishing he’d never let you go! Wait then you wouldn’t be with me, so just make him miss you a bit but not too much!” he stammered out as you continued your way to his car.

“You are the worst two humans in existence.”

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