#not looking forward to doing trig after this..

[tinyperson00]

drawing in math class ✨

Finished work early and was also bored of just sitting there so I decided to draw Akira since I haven't given her much lately lol

and definitely not also because shes my only OC I actually memorized the design 💀

I have basically come up with my own Chibi style now as well and Im obsessed with drawing characters that way

#bored #demon slayer oc #cute #avoiding sleep #demon slayer #drawing #traditional art #Drawing on math notes again lol #chibi art #not looking forward to doing trig after this..

[painfulrant]

A Long Day

JJ Maybank x Reader

Fluff, comfort

A Long Day

The numbers on the page blurred together with all the thoughts and the blood boiling beneath your skin. Having cried two times already from exhaustion and frustration, you latched your hands to your scalp feeling the heat, your body temperature, rise once more. Your chest contracted with sobs that were being held in, your stubbornness not letting a sound leave your mouth. If you couldn’t understand simple algebra then how were you supposed to do trigonometry and calculus classes?

Thankfully, the door to your room opened, drawing your attention there instead of on the packet of trig and scattered pages on the bed. Shock would’ve and probably should have been your first reaction but from all the negative emotions and thoughts swarming around you, you were thankful for whoever was about to step through that door. Serial killer, boyfriend, or not.

Fortunately, JJ walked in with a huff, throwing his sweat covered, dirty shirt into the chair that sat in the corner. With one look, you could tell he was exhausted. He stood there looking at the mess in front of you before slowly looking at you with a confused expression that soon turned to concern when he watched the first tear drop.

He silently walked over, not a word between either of you, before gently clasping your hand in his. Deciding to just follow and not argue, you stood and followed him to the bathroom, concentrating more on making the tears stop then watching where you were going. Before you knew it, the room turned from the dull blue of your room to the light tan bathroom with a curtain that had a cow skull on it.

You looked in the mirror looking at your tear soaked, puffy eyed face before having to fight against the tremble under your lip. You looked horrid and you hated it. Lack of sleep, stress, and not enough food had done wonders for you and a dull ache in your chest slowly began to grow into more of a sharp pain, squeezing the air from your lungs.

Needing a distraction, you turned the nozzle to the bath, letting your fingers rest under the water and adjusting it so it’s lukewarm. When warm fingers ran over your shoulders and down your back, under the silky cloth of your tank top, you sighed softly feeling your worries slowly drain.

You let him undress you, before you sank down in the bath and opened your arms so he could join you. Once he finally settled, you wrapped your legs around his waist and began to gently run your hands over his shoulder, back, and neck, rubbing out any tense spots. He was sore, the way he walked and tensed anytime your hands ran over a certain part said so.

After several minutes of silence and both of y’all’s hair and body being washed and scrubbed, he finally craned his neck backwards to find your eyes. You let your fingers run through his hair before softly brushing your lips against his shoulder.

“I may be getting fired.” JJ muttered, looking forward to where his hands ran over your thighs, giving you goosebumps and immediate mind numbing comfort.

“What happened?” You hummed, holding him closer. It was no lie that JJ didn’t like his job but it kept the both of you afloat.

“I didn’t know how to do something… Instead of asking, I tried to do it and failed, resulting in the company having to pay for it.” He all but whispered and you were sure that if he were facing you, not only would his face be red but he wouldn’t be able to keep eye contact from how embarrassed he was.

You let out a small amused huff before laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’m not sure if I can fix it.” He finally stated, his hands gently squeezing your thighs like a stress ball.

“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.” The words were encouraging and dipped in honey and love. At least you hoped they were. When he didn’t answer for a bit, you began to grow weary. Questions of him being mad at you or you having responded the wrong way were tossed repeatedly around your head but all worries were soon snuffed out when he brought your hand, that laid against his chest, up to his mouth and placed a kiss to every one of your knuckles.

“You gonna tell me what the mess was?” He asked, shifting so he lay on the opposite side of the bathtub before opening his arms to you. An instant smile lit your face, happy to be able to relax against him.

“Algebra… It’s just a review for the class but the professor insists on us relearning these ways. I didn’t learn them to begin with though. You know how our school was.” You answered, trying to keep it short so you can just forget about it. It seemed he knew better though.

“And what part had my pretty girl crying? fixing to tear her hair out? Hmmm?” He asked, tracing circles around your belly button. You clucked, acting as though you were thinking of an answer before he gave a soft pinch to your stomach, a subtle but affectionate warning. So with a sigh, you explained, playing with your hands that were in your lap.

“I just don’t understand any of it. I’ve been trying for hours with nothing. I’ve looked at videos, I’ve asked questions, I even got a private tutor to help but it seems as though it just wasn't meant for me.” The cracks in your voice was just the start, as another tear slid down your cheek.

“And if I fail this exam tomorrow then I won’t be able to continue on with the course which means I won’t get to get the job I’ve talked about since I was a teen.” Your voice was quiet and shaky, all the pain, stress, frustration, and fear plaguing you. It was difficult to take a breath and you felt the walls around you begin to swirl so you turned and leaned against JJ with your eyes tightly shut. You didn’t want to go into an attack right now. Now was really not a good time. Or maybe it was and you were just afraid of seeming weak.

When JJ cupped your face and brought his lips to your own, you hesitated to kiss back, your lungs already screaming for air. To your own surprise though, the kiss allowed you to take a deep gasp of fresh air when you both pulled back.

J held you close, using one hand to wipe your tears away and the other to write ‘I love you’ on your warm soaked skin.

“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.” He answered, his eyes glancing back down to your lips.

“That isn’t the issue because I do want to do good so I can-” You started, a shaky breath leaving your lips that he was eyeing like a starving man.

“No.” He started firmly but coolly.

“You desire the job, not the class.” With that, you stopped, staring at him with wide eyes before looking down with furrowed brows. It was no lie you disliked algebra… but could you dislike it so much that you just weren’t giving it a chance?

“There's my beautiful smart *ss.” J exclaimed with a wide smile and relieved eyes. He hated when you cried and he was determined. He was determined to catch every tear and be there for every breakdown so that you never had to suffer alone. He was determined to make you smile… to show just how much you meant to him. And he’s accomplished just that with the small victory of hearing your beautiful laughter and the playful shove to his chest.

“You’re a dork.” You smiled, gleaming with new found determination and something else he couldn’t quite place. Love? Appreciation? Relief? Maybe even a little of all of them.

Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better. - Maya Angelou.

Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in. - Leonardo da Vinci.

#outer banks #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj obx #love #jj maybank comfort #comfort #fluff

[fanmoose12]

Heyyyy,

It's been so long and just today I reread some of your fics and when i came to Friday, I'm in love. I know that we need a bit of a drabble from Levi's point of view. After reading Eny's She would never know the angst got to me and your fic cheered me up. Anyways, if you are up for a little drabble I'm looking forward for it

"Skipping again, eh, Ackerman?"

Shifting his gaze from the gorgeous view of a wide blue sky that the school rooftop provides him with, Levi turns to face the owner of the deep, strict but altogether an extremely poor imitation of Shadis' voice. Isabel cackles when she catches his eyes and skips towards him, dragging Furlan along.

Levi sighs, as his friends sit down on both sides of him, effectively sandwiching him between their bodies. Their warm and slightly stinking bodies - Isabel must have forced Furlan to play volleyball with her again. He wordlessly offers them both a cigarette - perhaps, that will mask the awful scent somewhat, and then takes one for himself too.

"No, but seriously," Furlan lights up his cigarette and passes the lighter back to Levi. "Why are you here? I thought you decided to stop skipping."

Levi makes a face. "Kenny decided that. And I won't lose much if I skip trig once or twice anyway."

"You're not worried that Shadis will tell your uncle about it?"

"That bald jerk will find a reason to shit on me one way or another."

In between clenched teeth that hold a cigarette, Furlan forces out a chuckle. "Are you talking about Kenny or Shadis?"

The frown on Levi's face turns into a wince. "Both," he mutters darkly.

"Hm, but you do skip less now," Isabel notes. "You've not missed a single biology or chemistry class since the beginning of the semester. I can't help but wonder," she draws out thoughtfully, with a grin that is a touch too mischievious for Levi's taste. "If the reason for it is the new addition to our class."

Levi's own cheeks betray him, start to heat up, but he stubbornly refuses to give in to the embaressment and let Isabel know that she hit the sore spot with precise accurasy.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he says, doing his best to make sure that his voice is as gruffy and deadpan as it is humanly possible.

But that's not enough to fool neither Furlan, nor Isabel anyway.

"Oh please," Furlan scoffs. "You don't miss a single class that you share with a new kid. And you're staring at her. A lot."

"I don't think I've ever seen you not looking at her," Isabel joins in. "Honestly, it's a bit creepy, Levi. You're lucky she's so oblivious to everything around her."

"I don't stare," Levi tries to defend himself, hiding his flaiming face by staring resolutely at the ground. He takes one drag of cigarette after another, hoping that it'd quell his nerves. "And I don't even know that kid's name."

"Really? So it's just a coincidance that all your notebooks are covered with little hearts with Hange written inside each and every one of them?"

Levi stutters, nearly choking on a cigarette. "What? I- I would never! I don't write her name, and I do not draw hearts!"

"Yet!" Isabel sing-songs, and, really, never before had Levi felt a more acute desire to throttle his own best (and only) friends.

"Assholes," he mutters sulkingly, refusing to meet their eyes. It would only give them more ammunition for teasing anyway. "I don't have a crush - or whatever it is that you think I have - on that stupid four-eyes. She's just so loud all the time, and it annoys me."

"Oh, so that's why you scowl at her friend so much? You give him such a death stare, I honestly think that one of these days Berner is going to piss himself."

Good, Levi thinks with a resentment he'll never admit to his friends. Berner is not so bad, not bad at all actually, of course he's a bit uptight and Levi's never really spoken with him, but he's one of the few kids in their school, who has never looked down on Levi or tried to call him names, and for that alone, Levi respects him, but the way he practically glued himself to four-eyes since the very first day she arrived at their school irks Levi to no end.

He's by her side all the damn time, they sit close to one another in classes, they eat together, they walk through the hallways side by side. Not that Levi cares, of course, he absolutely does not, but... it is annoying. What is so special about Berner that makes four-eyes hang out with him all the time?

"You know," Isabel murmurs softly, bumping her shoulder against his gently. "You can just go and talk to Hange. She seems friendly enough. And she can't be that picky if she hangs out with Berner of all people. You're way more fun than him, bro! On a good day, anyway."

Wow, Levi thinks with a click of his tongue, rude. But also, not strictly wrong.

"Yeah, you've gotta talk with her, dude!" Furlan agrees, clasping Levi on a back. "Make her notice you!"

"Already did that," Levi admits, squeezing the butt of cigarette between his fingers.

Isabel beams at the revelation. "Really? What did you do?"

"Hm... talked with her and stuff. Showed the way to the biology class."

"Wow! Good job!" Isabel praises, and Levi very nearly preens at it. "What did you say? Give her a compliment?"

"Told a witty joke?" Furlan asks, appearing maybe not as invested as Isabel, but genuinely curious and supportive as well.

"Asked her out on a date?" Isabel adds hopefully.

All the pride he felt at Isabel's approval vanishes, swept away by a huge way of mortification as Levi recalls his first real encounter with four-eyes.

"I... told her that her hearing is as shitty as her eyesight, and maybe... called her an idiot too."

"Levi!" Isabel slaps him on the arm. Hard. "What the hell? What were you thinking?"

Levi sighs, tousling his hair. "I wasn't."

"You kinda fucked it up, dude," Furlan says, voice laced with compassion.

"Yeah, you're lucky she didn't punch you in the face," Isabel remarks, not all sympathetic, but vexed instead. "I totally would have."

"But!" Furlan exclaims with a goofy smile on his face. "Not all hope is lost, my friend. If she didn't punch you and if she'll be willing to talk to you again, then you'll know for sure that she is super into you!"

"Or she's really nice," Levi counters detachedly.

"Well, now you got to do something nice to her," Isabel instructs, somehow managing to sound strict and encouraging at the same time. "Something grand and romantic, something that will make her swoon."

Levi tsks. Isabel makes it seem so easy. Something grand, romantic and that will make four-eyes swoon. As if he knows how to do any of those things. As if he's an expert in them.

Unfortunately, all Levi knows how to do is smoke, curse and skip classes. But, maybe, with the help of his friends - with Furlan's suaveness and Isabel's knowledge of pecularities of romantic relationship (that come mainly from shitty romance books but is already wastly more than Levi could ever know), maybe, he really can pull this off.

To stop just staring at four-eyes, and start speaking to her, perhaps even civilly. He just needs a little practice, and a great deal of luck.

But right now, Levi feels good about this, is hopeful. Embarrasing himself before his recently acquired crush is still miles better than listening to Shadis explain tangent and contangent in his croaky voice anyway.

#wow! it's friday and i'm posting it on friday! what a coincidance!! #levihan

[pin-crusher2000]

1) Scenario: Due to some time travel shenanigans, Robin!Dick travels forward in time and he runs into Mar’i and Jake while they were on a case together. How do you think it goes from there? 

2) Who are Chris, Jon and Jake’s favorite anime characters?

3) Can you see Chris and Jai challenging each other to a race and like Barry Allen, Jai holding back his true speed extensively?

4) Is Zod Chris’ Archnemesis in Earth 66?

5) the following you may ignore if it makes you uncomfortable;

On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the highest,

How sensitive to tickle attacks are Mar’i, Chris, Jon and Jake?

Good questions! (1 & 4 is gonna be long XD)

Before I answer #1 I want to do some background info: After Time Commander (Super-Sons villain) got humiliated & jailed by Jake, Mar’i & Nightwing (mar’i burned his outfit leaving him naked & Jake gave him a wedgie). He busted out after a week & went back in time to make sure the kids weren’t born by killing Nightwing. (Note: Nightwing & Starfire went on a honeymoon, so it’s just Jake & mar’i by themselves for a few days). Time Commander (John Starr) found a newly trained Robin roaming the streets for a test for Batman. But the kid was tougher than he looks, Starr had a sore jaw & a sore crotch & both fell into a portal going back to the future & he ran away to rethink strategy. Robin (Dick Grayson) tried to find him but instead found two twins fighting a group of thugs.

1: Mar’i & Jake were trying to solve the mysterious case of the Tally Mark Slasher (hint hint 😉) (also Jake was wearing a Robin outfit for the giggles) when they met Robin & realize that he was their dad when he was their age & tried their best not to mess up the timeline. So the three of them decided to help each other’s problems & send Robin back to the past. (Without revealing too much info about themselves) After a few hours kicking butt & interrogation thugs, they managed to find the killer himself, frozen in time: Victor Zsasz, & Time Commander himself stealing money (cause reasons XD) the three of them mange to stop Time Commander & put him in handcuffs for the cops. Before Robin leaves back to his time, he has something to ask:

Robin (Dick Grayson): How important is me being Robin?

Jake: really important! hundreds of sidekicks wouldn’t exist without your influence, & all thanks to you, we are able to live because of you, you gave everybody hope! You’re the heart of sidekicks.

Mar’i: yeah, what he said.

The three hugged before Robin goes back to the past…….Victor Zasasz was freed from time freeze & was in handcuffs, confused on why his pants were around his ankles, underwear pulled up from his butthole, & some childish drawings were on him; especially a Robin symbol on his chest. (*wipes sweats on forehead* darn I need a break XD)

2: Chris: Gohan, future trunks, gogeta, broly (dbz), Tokoyami, deku, shoto, Ochaco ( my hero academia), Obito, naruto, Kakashi, mintato, sasuke (Naruto)

Jon: Goku, (canon) goten, gotenks, gogeta, future trunks, hit. (DB) naruto (canon) sasuke, itachi, rock Lee (naruto) izuku, bakugo, all-might, shoto, (MHA) Luffy, ace, sabo, zoro, & chopper (one piece).

Jake: goku, gohan, vegito, cabba, broly. (Dbz) naruto, itachi, pain, (naruto) izuku, dabi, twice, all-might (MHA) luffy, sanji, chopper (One Piece).

3: yup XD & when Jai decided to use his speed full power he decides to taunt Chris either: pulling down his lower eyelid & sticks tongue out, gives the middle finger(s), show his bare butt & spanks it (maybe kisses his hand first) or saying meep meep! & speeds off leaving Chris in the dust.

4: yes, but as a one off villain, let me explain: I do like the idea of zod escaping from the Phantom Zone years later instead of a few days (great idea bud) but instead of joining zod because of his “background,” Chris was a sleeper agent (in my universe).

When space pirate Amalak (from new earth’s Superman comics) invades earth (when Chris was 12) to hunt down Kryptonians, he accidentally triggers Chris’s “sleeper agent code”: zod. (By telling Chris he looks just like him) days later, at night, Chris sneaks off to the fortress of solitude & frees zod & 30 other kryptonian criminals from the zone, kneeling to them.

The next day, zod & the criminals did an invasion in Metropolis. (As seen in the Last Son book) the superfamily (Clark, Kara, Karen, Kon, Jon 11, & krypto)the justice league, Young Titans, & the special police force with kryptonite weapons defends the city; The only kryptonians left were zod & Chris (Some were taken down non-lethally & the rest killed). After seeing NightStar gets trapped by broken buildings, Chris breaks free from his programming, & unleashed a power nobody ever seen before: Dark Phantom mode.

(In my universe, after a beaten by his dad, Chris was thrown outside the prison where he was born, slowly dying from the pain, when suddenly, a mystical blue dragon called NightWing (who created the zone in my universe; a myth) appeared out of nowhere & went into his body as pure energy to heal him & gave him unique abilities that needed to be unlocked somehow.)

Chris (in the present) with Superman, fought Zod (a less brutal version of the invincible vs conquest fight) & snaps zod’s neck (like man of steel) using his darkness powers to save Superman from being killed. Chris screamed in pain & sadness, being comforted by his “dad” Superman. A fe days later, Superman takes Chris in outer space saying you belong here, you belong. Then, they went back down to earth to their home in Hamilton county & did a big group hug with his “family.”

5: since they’re kids, probably between 8-10; on the feet, stomach, rib cage, & on the thighs when grabbed.

Whew! That took a while. Let me know if you got more questions buddy! :D

#youngtitans #mari grayson #jake grayson #chris kent #jon kent #jai west #dick grayson #robin

[miss-andromeda]

Standing Alone In A Crowded Room

Universe: TMNT 2012

Turtle of Choice: Donatello

Prompt: Character A is found by Character B crying themselves to sleep.

Song Inspirations: The Story Of Us (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift, What If It Doesn’t End Well by chloe moriondo

This is non-canon, though if it were, it would take place in season 2, so Andi and Donnie are in a relationship.

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A gentle knock at the lab door didn’t stop Donnie from welding together the pieces of scrap metal as he merely called out a “what is it?” That earned him a snicker (which immediately made him put down the blowtorch) and a “wow, way to greet your girlfriend, Don.”

That made him look up at the girl in the doorway, making him subconsciously smile. “Hey, you, how was school?” He asked, standing up and going to kiss her as a greeting. 

Once he pulled away, Andi smiled up at him as she put her backpack down and put her rosy pink cardigan on top of it. “Pretty good, though I have something to ask.” She told him, making Donnie nod and lead her over to the lab desk so she could sit next to him. 

After they were both sitting down (and Donnie was giving her his full attention,) she took a breath and smiled softly at him. “So, uh…Roosevelt’s hosting a dance this Saturday at 7 pm, and I figured, since, you know, we’re dating, that…maybe you could, um…go with me? You can use that watch again and be my date.”

Donnie was immediately about to nod and smile, but then he remembered the day and gave her an apologetic look. “Hon, you know I absolutely would in a heartbeat, but I can’t. We have patrol in the evening, and then I need to finish working on this new upgrade of the shuriken stars we always use. I’m thinking of seeing if I can add a type of oxidizer, kind of like a smoke bomb and a throwing star rolled into one.” He explained, but sighed at the sad look on her face. He hated seeing her like that. “You know I would absolutely go if I could, but it’s super important that I have them done by then.”

“I know.” Andi mumbled, standing up to grab her backpack so she could start her calculus homework. “I was just…looking forward to going with you.” She admitted, making Donnie lean in and give her an apologetic kiss on the cheek. 

“I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

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The next day found Andi walking alone to lunch - April had decided to stay after biology for extra credit and knowing Casey, he was being chastised by Mrs. Biers, his and April’s trig teacher, for being on the fringes of failing…again. 

Ah, she’d deal with him when the time came. 

She spared a glance at her purple binder (she had decided to bring some work while she waited for her friends…well, friend and Casey) and smiled to herself at the little picture she’d taken of Donnie, where he was in the middle of reading a book to her on the rare time they decided to have some downtime. 

Even when she was a little upset with him, she could never stay mad at him for too long.

“Hey, Andi! Can I talk to you?” 

She was stopped from walking as she caught a glimpse of shaggy, light brown hair running toward her. He looked…vaguely familiar, his name was…Josh, right?

“Hi.” His smile reminded her of Donnie, maybe it was because of the slight dorkiness of it or the fact that just like him, he had a gap as well. 

“Uh, hi, um…why did you want to talk to me?” She asked, slightly confused.

“Oh, right! I wanted to ask you something! About the dance this Saturday! Um, do you have a date?”

Andi’s heart dropped at that. “I, um…thought I did.” When Josh gave her a sympathetic look, she shook her head. “Long story. So what, do you want to go with me or something?”

At the question, Josh’s hazel eyes lit up and a smile graced his face. “Yeah, I do! You seem like a nice girl, and I wanna get to know you a little better! And what better way to do that than to take you to a dance?”

Andi hesitated at that. It sounded and felt wrong to agree…but at the same time, she wasn’t going with Donnie anytime soon. 

But she needed to make one thing clear. “If we go, we go as friends. I have a boyfriend, and the last thing I want him to think is that you and I are going as a couple.” She then looked directly in his eyes. “And if you try anything, you’re a dead man, you hear me?”

Seemingly unphased by her bluntness, Josh gave her a confident smile. “Got it! Yeah, we’ll just go as friends, no romantic motives here!”

Andi stared at him for a moment at the odd choice of wording, but finally nodded and gave in, writing down her number and address on a piece of scrap paper, then handing it to him. “Pick me up at my apartment at 6:30, okay?”

Josh gave her another smile as he pocketed the paper. “Yeah, sounds like a plan!”

“Cool, okay, um…well, I’ve got to get to lunch, my friends are probably waiting for me. Bye.” Andi gave him a slightly awkward wave as she walked away, immediately staring at the picture again. It somehow felt gross and weird again…but at the same time, there was only so much she could do in a situation with this. She already told him that they were strictly going as friends, so if he made any moves on her, that was on him. She could just hold her gun to him and that would get him off her back, and then she could just leave and tell Donnie what happened.

And speaking of Donnie…how was she going to explain it to him? She wasn’t necessarily cheating, but still…it just felt weird.

She let out a little sigh at the thought. This was going to be interesting to spell out…

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Standing in front of the lab door never felt more intimidating. But she had to be honest with him, the worst thing he could do was get frustrated with her…

But that was the thing. She hated when he was frustrated with her, especially because of something she did. 

A deep, quiet sigh left her lips one more time as she bit the bullet and knocked on the door. Once again, another “what is it?” was heard from the other side, making her smile weakly. “Can I come in?”

She could practically hear his lips quirk into a smile as he replied, “Yeah, of course, hon!” She held her breath as she pushed the door open, meeting his bright eyes with her guilty, green ones. “Hey.”

Immediately, Donnie’s eyes shifted from joyous to concerned - and so did his tone. “Are you okay? You look pensive.” 

Andi’s automatic response was to say she was fine, but she knew if she did, Donnie would tell her she was hiding something - and that would make things even worse. She shook her head and walked over to the lab desk, sitting next to him. “I, um…need to tell you something.”

His gaze then became more concerned as he placed a hand on her back comfortingly. “Of course, what’s going on?”

That little touch made her want to cry. 

“I, um…” She sighed and bit the bullet again, looking down at the table. “There was this kid earlier today, he, um…came up to me, and asked if I had a date to the dance this Saturday. I, uh…I said no.” At that, she could feel his touch leave her back, making her want to start crying again. “And then he asked if I wanted to go with him, and I said yes, but I made it clear that we were going as friends only.”

When she looked back up, Donnie was looking away from her - his eyes stormy and misty from unshed tears. “But…you still said yes?”

“Yes, but we’re only going as-”

“I don’t care what you’re going as!” His tone turned angry as his head snapped over to look at her. “You’re gonna be some other guy’s girlfriend for the night?”

Stunned, Andi shook her head. “It’s not like that! I explicitly told him that he’d better not try anything with me, and that I have a boyfriend!”

“That’s right, you have a boyfriend. But I guess you forgot about that when you agreed to be that guy’s date! What, just because I told you I couldn’t do something with you this one time, that means you have the right to be some other guy’s girlfriend for the night?!”

Now Andi was starting to get irritated as she angrily stood up. “What part of ‘we’re going as friends’ do you not understand, you idiot?! I only agreed because I knew he was going to bother me about it, and I made sure he knows that it’s only platonic! It doesn’t mean anything!”

Donnie stood up next to her, his eyes blazing with anger. And out of anger, he said the one thing that he knew would hurt her:

“Sure doesn’t seem like it.”

Immediately, her face dropped and tears filled her eyes, but her face got red with anger. “Are you actually accusing me of not loving you anymore?” She told him, her voice quiet but filled with rage.

While Donnie’s heart split at seeing her cry (especially because of him,) he was still more hurt and angry than remorseful in the moment. “If you really did love me, Andromeda, you never would’ve accepted that guy’s offer to take you out.”

She scoffed and shook her head, tears now freely falling. “You know what? Forget you, Donatello. I’m going with him. I bet he’d be more fun than you would ever be.”

More hurt and anger controlled what he said - even if he knew that he would never mean what he said in a million years. “You know what, he probably is. If anything happens, don’t bother letting me know. Clearly your new boyfriend has you taken care of.”

Andi only scoffed, grabbed her bag and stormed out of the lair.

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And before either of them knew it, Saturday evening was here. 

They hadn’t talked since the fight - no calls, no video chat, no texts, nothing. Both of them were practically waiting for the other to just give in and reach out - and when that wouldn’t be the case, they would both do their best to try and go on with their day, their hearts breaking as they did so. 

As expected, Donnie had filled the void with experimenting - but it felt a bit more empty without seeing Andi alongside him. Her witty humor, sarcastic remarks, bright laugh…she added a new layer that Donnie had gotten comfortably used to when he was working. 

Without her, it felt like a piece of his scientific mind was missing. 

But then he glanced at the time and, seeing it was 6:30 pm, he rolled his eyes and went back to his work. Andi’s date would likely be picking her up soon…just the thought filled him with jealousy again. Someone else, touching his beautiful girlfriend…

He shook the thought out of his mind before he got even more distracted. She made her decision, and now he was making his. 

And even if he knew that he was being petty, he didn’t necessarily care at the moment. 

It was the principle that mattered…even if it was a pretty stupid principle.

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Meanwhile, Andi had just finished getting herself ready (the makeup took her longer than expected) and had just walked into the living room, her 2-inch heels clacking softly against the wooden floor. She looked nice - even if internally, she felt conflicted to the fourth degree. 

She still felt guilty about accepting Josh’s invitation, but at the same time…Donnie had said he wasn’t going with her. And why was she about to stop herself from enjoying her night when someone else (and seemingly, a perfectly normal someone else) offered to be her date - even if they were just going as friends?

It was the principle that mattered. 

And besides, there was something oddly cathartic about going to a party (or in this case, a school dance) after getting in a fight with him. Obviously, she wasn’t going to do anything she would really regret (and risk losing him for good,) but the idea of seeing her friends (or rather, friend and Casey - again) dressed up, dancing to the most popular songs and getting to know someone in Josh…didn’t seem like a bad idea. 

Maybe after the night was over, Donnie would wisen up and send an apology. 

Taking a breath in the mirror, Andi did a final one-over at herself. Her dress was cute; a pink hem dress with a high a-line - even if seeing his necklace made her heart crack. Her hair was teased and in a high ponytail, and a matching pink ribbon was tied into a bow to secure it. And her makeup…it took time, but she pulled it off. Much like what April normally did for her, a neutral look was the way to go for her. Foundation, concealer, pink lip gloss - but what was different (and what she was surprised that she pulled off) was the winged eyeliner and mascara that made her green eyes pop.

It made her look even better than she thought she would. 

She checked her phone (and after rolling her eyes at no contact from Donnie,) she saw the time - 6:40 pm. While she was a bit miffed that he was late, she could excuse it. He was probably running late and was on his way now. 

Still, it would’ve been nice to have a heads up. 

Deciding not to check her phone again, she grabbed her copy of War and Peace and continued reading; maybe by the time she finished a chapter, she would get some type of heads up from Josh, or better yet, he would be knocking on her door. 

“In the count’s room, which was full of tobacco smoke, they talked of the war that had been announced in a manifesto, and about the recruiting. None of them had yet seen the manifesto, but they all knew it had appeared.”

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“Gone? That’s all right!” said he; and looking angrily at the unconscious little princess, he shook his head reprovingly and slammed the door.”

10 chapters later, and still no Josh. 

Angrily closing her book, Andi grabbed her phone - for two reasons this time. The time (which was now 7:45 pm), and to demand some answers. 

She saw the missed messages from April, stemming from ‘Aren’t you on your way?’ to ‘Want me and Casey to come get you?’ to ‘Andi seriously, let me know what’s going on’.

She only responded with, ‘I’m calling him now. Don’t think I’m gonna come, because if I see him, I’ll beat his face in.’

She then used the number Josh had used to text her days before and called, her face red with anger. She was just about to start demanding where he was when he answered with a “hello?”, but then stopped when he heard another voice next to him. 

A girl’s voice. 

“Uh, did you forget we were supposed to go together? What happened to that?” She told him, her tone inches away from boiling over into full-blown anger.

“Oh, yeah, uh…look, Andi…I wasn’t really serious when I asked that. Uh, can I explain?”

Andi rolled her eyes and scoffed at the wording. ”Yeah, I’d like an explanation.”

“So look, I only asked you if you’d go with me ‘cause…well, then I could tell everyone I got another girl to be my date. And it spread to Becca, you know her, and…well, she told me yesterday that she wanted to get back with me, and she missed me, and I ended up askin’ her. I didn’t really know how to tell you, so I just…didn’t.”

At the explanation (and the half-baked way he said it,) Andi had to hold back from calling him as many expletives as she could think up. “So I was just a-”

Before she could say ‘rebound,’ Josh hung up on her, leaving her stunned for a second. 

And then she started to cry.

Throwing her phone aside, she grabbed a pillow to stuff her face into it (she was so relieved it could be washed), sniffling and whimpering pathetically. It wasn’t that she was angry because she had feelings for him - honestly, she couldn’t care less about him. 

It was two different reasons: she hated feeling used (and for such a dumb reason as being a rebound,) and that this was the reason she and Donnie had gotten into that fight. 

Donnie…just remembering him made Andi’s head shoot up, her pillow now stained with mascara. 

Now it was being used to catch more mascara-laden tears as she grabbed her phone again and went to the messages app. She was tempted to text April first and explain what was going on, but she stopped herself. 

Right now, she needed her turtle. 

So instead of going to April’s contact name, she went to Donnie’s and typed in a message for him:

‘Hey…look, I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now, but hear me out. I’m so sorry for what happened, it was really selfish of me to accept his offer to the dance. I was too focused on having a good time that I didn’t even think about you. Makes sense why you would think that way, it does look a little bad when your girlfriend is going as someone else’s date, friend or not. 

The other reason I’m sending this is because…I’m home. That boy ended up being a real jerk, and he flat-out told me he was just using me - and then ended up standing me up. I understand if you don’t want to, but if you could come over…it would really help. 

And if it helps…I love you.’

She sniffled as she sent the message, then immediately put her phone down and curled up on the couch, closing her eyes.

It wasn’t like she expected a response.

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Donnie read the message three times over just to ensure that he wasn’t hallucinating. 

All of his frustration and anger towards her faded away as he read it over - she apologized (which he was appreciative of,) but then it came back as he kept going. 

But not to her, to that simpleton who thought it was okay to stand her up. 

He was about to send back a reply, but went against it - deciding it was smarter to do what she asked and run to her. 

Hopefully she was still in a mood to see him.

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By the time he made it, his heart split at the sight.

Andi was still in her dress, but her makeup was smudged and messy and her ribbon had been discarded on the table. Her heels had been tossed to the side - right by the door, And she looked to be…quietly snoring.

And if he looked closely, he could see faded mascara lines on her cheeks and on her pillow. 

If he didn’t feel like scum before, he absolutely did now.

Quietly opening the window, he crept inside and walked over to her, gently shaking her shoulder. When she jumped awake, he gave her an apologetic look. “Hi.”

“Don…?”

“It’s me, enchantress.”

The room was quiet as Donnie stepped in front of her, then kneeled down to face her and grab her hands. “I got your message.”

“You did?”

He only nodded. “I am so sorry for what happened. I was being jealous for no reason and I wasn’t bothering to listen and hear you out. I should’ve given you the benefit of the doubt…believe me, I know you would never do anything to hurt me in a million years. It was just…the idea of you being with someone else, even if it was only platonic…it hurt. But instead of telling you that, and having a normal conversation about it, I just…” He sighed as he squeezed her hands, his gaze averting to the floor. “I let my emotions get the better of me.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you.” She whispered, letting go of one of his hands to tilt his head back up to look her in the eyes. “You mean everything to me, professor, and I don’t want one stupid fight to end us. Especially when we can both make sure that it doesn’t get to this point. I need to be more considerate about your feelings, and not just act on my own volition, and you need to remember to trust me. I understand where you’re coming from, but I mean it when I say I never want to be the source of your pain. You’re the center of my solar system, and the last thing I want is to lose the sun that all my planets revolve around.”

Donnie gave her a weak smile as he grabbed the hand resting under his chin, then pulled her in to rest their foreheads together. “I love you. More than anything.” He whispered, making her tearfully smile back. 

“I love you too.”

He leaned in to kiss her, the now sticky lip gloss being as apparent as ever. But in the moment, he didn’t mind it. Normally, he wouldn’t love the feeling lingering on his lips after he pulled away from her - but after what they had gone through in the past few days, he welcomed it with open arms.

Anything that told him that Andi forgave him and that they were going to be okay.

After what felt like forever, he finally pulled away and gave her another little smile. “Do you want me to stay over? You can change into some pajamas and we’ll just hang out for the night.” 

For the first time that night, she smiled back. “I’d like that.” She replied, then gasped to herself when he helped her off the couch. “I’ll be in my room in a little bit.” She said, then took a breath as she went to grab some pajamas, and then went to the bathroom.

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And after an exceedingly long amount of time (the makeup had taken much longer to remove than she intended - and she wanted to take a shower to ensure that any residue was washed away,) Andi was finally finished. 

Wearing a white lace cami and pink shorts, and with her hair in a bun, she walked out of the bathroom and hung the dress up, looking at it pensively. “Shame I never got to wear it out, it’s a pretty one.” She commented, then walked over to Donnie, who was now sitting on the side of her bed. Giving him a little smile, she got under the covers and gestured for him to follow - and the pink tint on his cheeks made her giggle under her breath. “I’m not gonna bite, Don.”

“I-I know, it’s just…I’m never gonna get used to doing stuff like this.” He only replied, making her roll her eyes fondly. 

“Just come here and cuddle me, dummy.”

That finally made Donnie crack a smile and cave, getting under her bubblegum covers and pulling her into his arms. 

As if by magic, Andi let out a yawn as she snuggled closer. “I’m glad you came over…” She mumbled under her breath, closing her eyes. She hadn’t realized how tired she had become until now - and Donnie’s warmth and overall presence was absolutely not helping.

She subconsciously smiled when he kissed her on the forehead. “Go to sleep, hon, we’ll talk in the morning.” He softly told her, then bit back a laugh as she lightly nodded - falling asleep almost immediately. 

When he heard her softly snoring, he glanced over at the dress and smiled the same way she had before. If what had happened tonight…well, hadn’t happened, she would’ve looked beautiful in it. 

While he could breathe at the idea that they were able to talk about what happened, that didn’t mean that he was happy that such a nice outfit was basically wasted on a night like this - and he was doubly bothered that they couldn’t go to that dance together.

So that got him thinking.

She deserved to have a great night, wearing a beautiful outfit, and having her boyfriend right by her side. She especially deserved it after he was such a jerk to her the entire week…seriously, getting that jealous over some kid that would never have a chance with her in a million years - especially after that same kid turned out to be a dirtbag too?

Yeah, she definitely deserved him making it up to her. 

And that’s when ideas started to form…maybe a nice dinner in the lab? Or on her rooftop? And he could give her that dance that she likely wanted if they went tonight.

And it’d be even better because it would be just them. No brothers, no stupid kid to stand her up…just the two of them. 

He glanced at her sleeping face and managed a little smile, kissing her on the forehead again. 

That was definitely something to talk about in the morning.

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STS Takeover: September Edition! Hope y'all enjoy 🩷🩷

@thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @tinkabelle19 @eveandtheturtles @happymoonangel @kikithedreamerwriter @android-cap-007 @raphsmuneca

#sts takeover challenge #mistakes happen #all's fair in love and science #oc andi rhodes #tmnt 2012 #donatello

[wackybuddiemewbs]

WIP Wednesday Buddie Edition

I know, we been knew. But I am a hoe for all the angst and all the drama. the hurt and the comfort. Particularly the Buck!whump and the soft bois being all boi and soft, downright squishy. AND I am also a downright hoe for the "childhood friends to lovers" trope. So yeah, this is pure self-indulgence. Yet again. And as per usual, I make you sit through it! Cheers!

Working title: Thick as Thieves

Basic idea: Buck and Eddie grew up together in El Paso, after Abuela started fostering Buck, a boy who was left behind at a fire station as an infant. Along the way, they became best friends. More than that, actually. Much more. But fate blew them in different directions, until it puts them back together, in L.A., at the LAFD, with the 118. Buck is in for the shock of his life when he finds out that the new recruit is none other than Eddie Diaz. Eddie is equally shocked. And as both have to find out, sometimes even in painful ways, life has moved on at rapid speed since then. Eddie is a single dad. Buck and his adoptive parents apparently no longer talk? And then, of course, there is the elephant in the room, about what happened, short before Buck moved away from El Paso...

Find out more here: Part 1

Eddie’s entire body feels like it’s still vibrating. He is sore and tired, and he will be dead the moment his head hits the pillows, but right now, sleep is the furthest thing from his mind.

They won the game everyone said they’d lose. And him and Buck made the miracle happen, virtually at the last second. They were made part of the line-up early on because their synchrony on the field was out of this world, the coach had told them as much. But tonight, it was like magic. He didn’t even have to look to know where Buck was. He just knew. And for Buck it was the same. He played passes, not batting an eye, because he knew Eddie would reach it.

When you have each other’s back, you only have to look forward, simple as that.

Now walking – staggering – with arms slung across each other’s shoulders, Eddie can say this is one of the best days of the whole damn year already. While he and Buck know it’s stupid, there is still that faint hope that scouts will pick them out from the crowd, offer a scholarship, something like that. So they could go to college together. They are not holding their breaths for it, but they enjoy it while it lasts.

It’s not like we’ll do our best to pick the same college, duh.

Hell would have to freeze over for them to purposely choose different colleges, once they are done with high school. It wasn’t even a thing they had to talk about. Whenever it comes up, they talk about how to cheat the system and share a room at the dorms. And how to cheat their way through Trig because neither one of them gets it, really.

“Y’know, I get it that we’re still the newbies, but that we still gotta help tidy up after kicking ass is kind of a crime,” Buck laments next to him.

Normally, the line-up would have been for seniors and juniors only. Having two sophomores on for such a high-stake game in the season means a lot. Both knew the moment Coach announced that the pressure was on.

But little do they know how well do perform under pressure.

“You’re aware you volunteered – for me also?” Eddie huffs. “Which, by the way, I told you repeatedly to stop doing?”

Buck rolls his shoulders. “I thought they’d go ‘noooo, not you guys, after the victory you brought us’, kinda overestimated us and our magic, I guess.”

Eddie chuckles softly. It’s a nice thought, surely. But Buck vastly overestimated their importance and the juniors’ and seniors’ wish to pay them back for a good game.

“If we win them the cup, I won’t do chores for a week,” Buck adds, wrinkling his nose.

“If Coach says it, you’re gonna jump,” Eddie huffs.

Scratch that, Coach wouldn't even have to ask for Buck to jump to make him jump.

“I wouldn’t,” Buck retorts.

“Says the guy always set on being a people pleaser,” Eddie snorts. While he says it in a teasing way, it continues to bother him more than maybe it should. It’s not like it was when they were still small kids and Buck was so hellbent on being good to Abuela that he hid injuries and such.

Okay, scratch that again, that is still how he is. I practically had to drag him to the nurse’s office at the beginning of the school year.

And in a lot of ways, that is still how Eddie is, how they are. Eddie wished Buck would finally understand what he’s been trying to hammer into his thick skull for all those years. That he doesn’t have to please people, doesn’t have to earn his spot. That the people who really care about him will take him as he is.

“Well, I can’t help it that I’m pleasant to people,” Buck chuckles.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Good, coz you’re not.”

“Then what does it say about you that you still hang out with me?” Buck grins at him.

He shrugs. “I’m a charitable guy?”

“No, you’re an asshole. I’m your oldest friend, and this is what I get? Seriously?” Buck whines mockingly. “I feel so vulnerable right now, Eds.”

“Now you’re being overly dramatic, c’mon,” Eddie huffs, nudging against Buck’s shoulder. He grins, nudging back a little more, which has both of them laughing harder and harder upon every nudge, every shove, every touch.

The movements are sluggish at best. They are both totally beat after the game, so the little fight does not last long.

Still bumping shoulders, they cover the remaining distance to the dumpsters to discard of the trash and finally get away from a place that marks both the worst smelling and the most sought-out for the teens to make out.

Which says more about teenagers than it maybe should. And Eddie will say that, fully aware that he is one of them.

“Mission accomplished,” Eddie announces, demonstratively wiping his hands before skipping past the wired fence.

This might be one of the few nights Buck can get away with staying away past curfew. The Moores are very strict about that – not that Buck cares nearly enough as he maybe even should – but Buck’s dad sure is a football fan. Probably because he considers it manly or whatever.

Maybe that’s why Buck is so eager to perform well in the sport, too, Eddie ponders. Sure, he always wants to impress his adoptive parents. To prove his worth to them. Sadly, that’s no news to him. But maybe that’s the appeal when it comes to Mr. Moore especially. To prove that he’s accomplishing things, that he is growing up to be a man.

Eddie knows a familiar song, though his dad sings to a different tune. For him, it’s more about expecting Eddie to be the man in the house when he is not around. To step up the game and act like an adult, even though Eddie isn’t that. Just because he’s gone half the time. Because of the job. Because he of responsibility.

And Eddie’s taking it, as best as he can. He is. He tries. He really does.

Would be nice if he noticed, but that ship’s sailed long time ago.

Mr. Moore seems to have a similar idea for Buck. Not that Mr. Moore lets on an awful lot. He’s even more tight-lipped than Eddie’s grandpa. And Eddie will admit that he didn’t know what his grandfather’s voice sounded like until he was, like, seven and a half years old. But Mr. Moore has always been a bit of a mystery to Eddie. He and Mrs. Moore love Buck fiercely, that much he can tell. They consider him God’s gift and all. But other than wanting him to perform well in school, be sportive, and behave himself? Eddie isn’t sure what they’d want Buck to be like.

Just… normal. Whatever that is.

Though maybe that’s for better. Eddie has some idea of what his father would want him to be. At least he feels like he catches his father’s drift, whenever he is around to drop some wisdom on him. About how men swallow it up. How men don’t have to talk out their emotions. They just move on and get shit done. That kind of thing.

Eddie shakes his head. Tonight is not the night to dig deep on his father’s antics or what the Moores may have as future plans for Buck. Tonight, they ought to celebrate, stay past curfew, and hopefully get away with it without getting grounded.

He looks around, irritated at the lack of Buck’s presence beside him. He turns his head around to see Buck still standing close by the gate, but not past the fence yet. He stands with his head leaned back, looking up above.

“You know this ain’t the place to make grand memories?” Eddie teases.

But Buck pays him no mind, his eyes still fixed on the night sky.

“Earth to Buck?”

Buck blinks, then snaps his head back around to look at Eddie. He flashes a toothy smile before ducking his head, the way he always does when he becomes too self-conscious.

“What got your attention instead of this lovely ensemble?” Eddie asks softly, nodding at the dumpster.

“Sorry, just… awesome view on Scorpius tonight. Didn’t notice until now,” Buck explains, finally moving past the gate.

Eddie looks up, squinting his eyes to find it. Tonight, the stars shine extra bright, it’d seem. He knows Buck’s had a fable for constellations since he came to stay with Abuela. While he never understood where it came from, they grew to be a source of comfort for Eddie. When Buck started fussing or had nightmares, sitting down with him by the windowsill to watch the stars and recount the constellations would often do the trick.

Whatever Buck sees up there that he doesn’t always find down there, Eddie is not sure. But for as long as it only takes calling out his name to get him back, it should be fine.

“Okay, someone still needs to tell me where to find these. Because you showed me a map of the constellations and they look nothing like the real deal,” Eddie huffs.

He blinks, when he feels Buck’s fingers brush against his as he lifts his hand up towards the sky, his arm resting snuck against Eddie’s. Buck adjusts both their stance a bit, and for a moment, Eddie forgets how breathing works.

Which is weird. Because he’s no stranger to standing close to Buck. They lived together as small kids. Bathed together. Slept in one bed. And got so many mosquito bites while sleeping in one tiny tent and leaving the zipper open a bit.

So what’s different tonight than from any other night?

They have taken the trash here before, also at night. Just last week. Sure, Buck didn’t stare at Scorpius that time. But last time, they had started wrestling, and it didn’t take his breath away. Except for when Buck sat down on top of him, the little shit.

“See the spot over there? That’s Antares, rival of Mars. Coz it’s also red. Always a good starting point, coz that’s the tip of the tail. And over there we got Lesath, which both mean sting. Which, you know, very creative right there. And then we move up that curve until we get to the body. Easy once you know where to start, right?”

Buck isn’t looking at him, is busy gearing his movements to help Eddie find the start and end. Though Eddie suddenly finds neither. Or maybe he does. He is no longer sure. Because he isn’t looking at the rival of Mars or the beginning or the end of a constellation in the sky. He is looking at Buck. His Buck. Whom he has looked at and after for many years now. And nothing is different about him. Still the same bright smile and the even brighter eyes.

He looks at him, and all else just disappears for a moment. The stars. The dumpsters. The cheering crowd that can be heard all the way to here. The time running fast towards the end of curfew. It flits away into the dark, carried away by a small gust that makes him shiver.

There is just Buck. Buck’s fingers gently pressing against his. The way he smiles. The way his eyes twinkle when he talks. The way Eddie knows Buck like the back of his hand. The way Buck knows him inside-out. Even the things Eddie doesn’t say, Buck just somehow knows. The things Eddie doesn’t even dare to touch, Buck brushes against, begins where he often wants the conversation to end, to keep things as they are. So no one leaves, ever again.

“Eds?”

Eddie blinks, then lifts his gaze to meet Buck’s. He can see the confusion there, but also the calm presence that Buck seems to have reserved only for him. For those rarer moments when Eddie loses his cool. And as always, he just waits. Waits for Eddie to catch on, come back to him.

He can feel Buck’s grip loosening on him. And that is when something inside Eddie just snaps and moves, moves him. Before Buck can let go of him, Eddie twists them around and presses his lips against Buck’s to the point it may make their teeth ache. Because he doesn’t want to let go. He wants to hold on. He has to, even though Eddie doesn’t know why or how or why now.

It makes no sense at all. And yet, it feels like nothing made sense before this kiss, however clumsy and awkward it is. How it ever made sense not to kiss those lips, to hold on to this body, this person, as if it wasn’t his beginning or Buck’s the same way.

For that one perfect moment, maybe two, three, four, the universe leaves them in peace as they steal those precious seconds where it is only them. A time that is just theirs. That belongs to no one but them. Something no one can take away from them, no matter what the future may hold, or what lies in the past.

When Eddie pulls away, breathing hard, it takes him a few seconds to catch up, catch up, catch up again. For every moment stolen, three come smacking against him.

He just kissed his best friend. Without a warning. For either Buck or himself.

He kissed Buck. On the lips. And he meant it. Meant every moment of it.

His eyes search Buck’s for the answers his mind won’t provide. Dread settles in right at that moment, making him shudder. Because how did he manage to skip every step from “I might like boys” to “I want to kiss my best friend on the mouth, hard”?

Have I just ended everything for us? Is it over now? Is that…?

Eddie opens his mouth, an apology or whatever it is at the tip of his tongue, but it gets pushed back and away when Buck steps closer, wraps his arms around his back and kisses him back all the harder.

He knows they should talk about it. Right now. They should stop kissing and talking. But Eddie doesn’t find the strength for it. He melts into the warmth and comfort Buck radiates. The warmth and comfort he also knows like the back of his hand. And he holds on to it, ushering away all cold he may feel.

And so, under the stars so brightly shining, they steal as many moments as they can, exchanging between puffs of air and pecks and tender touches small reassurances carrying the same message:

You are not alone.

You are with me.

Stay with me, so I can stay with you.

Hold on to me, so I can never let go again.

Let’s begin again, together.

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #evan buckley x eddie diaz #eddie diaz x evan buckley #wip wednesday #buddie fanfic #fanfic #buddie au

[kuliak]

New patch day! Main idea here was focused around the shimmery glitch “break” with a rise from Pam’s going into repeats on Data Bender. I had that and the great crunchy industrial/chip drum sounds early on, and kept trying to get Ts-L into a lead I liked to go along with it until i realized some of the softpop engines had the perfect sound quality for this, kept interesting with a euclidian rhythm from Pam. I love the way it fits into the sound palette and will definitely be doing more with the combination in the future. Strega gets too much love while my other black desktop unit has so many good flavors of its own!

Recorded two separate takes of this patch - neither is perfect, but this is the better of the two. I think I did a better job “performing” with the faders in this patch to add a bit more interest. My biggest gripe is that when the softpop first comes in, I have the envelope reversed for the first measure, which really doesn’t sound right for the introduction of the voice. Ah well.

There are several main features of softpop I find I overlook, all on the digital side of things hidden behind button combinations. There’s the sequencer and alternate waveforms, which I finally explored a bit today; but there’s also the punch-in/trig fx which I always forget and I think would add a lot of interest to repetitive sequences like this. It’s only 2 buttons away, I definitely need to look into them next jam.

Finally, the next module is on the way (already?!) - although I wanted to wait a bit longer and not feed the GAS, I found a great deal on a desmodus versio, which of course means access to the entire versio platform. The one I’m most excited to try is polydactyl as I’m well aware of how muddy my mixes can get, but I’m looking forward to really going through and trying everything the hardware has to offer. After that, I do want to hold out a bit longer. I suspect there may be a Mystic Circuits IDUM restock on 4/20 since that’ll be the module’s 1 year anniversary. If so, I’ll be snapping that up. If not, I expect ornament and crime to be next up in early May.

#electronic music #modular synth #modular synthesis #synths #synthesizer #diy music #diy #noise #noise music #glitch #glitch music #chiptune #musician #art #patch notes

[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 20: Picking Up the Pieces

Doflamingo had left shortly after. No matter what you asked he wouldn't answer what your promise had been, or what had gone wrong with the plan. Not being able to remember was on the verge of driving you batty, but you couldn't do anything about it while you were still healing.

The next three days were an exercise in exercising. Law helped you move limbs and slowly got you eating more and more food. You were frustrated, something itched inside you and you wanted to just run laps around the clinic, but your body wasn't up for it.

You had more visitors as the days went by too. You saw Doflamingo almost every day, even if it was just a brief visit. You didn't see Pops much, but you saw his "boys" a lot. Luffy, Sabo, Ace, Thatch and Marco visited as much as it seemed like they could get away with. Law was more and more irritated by them and eventually you asked Marco and Thatch to restrain them a little.

Robin, Sanji, Zoro and Kid visited you. Robin brought your favorite flowers, and Sanji brought your favorite tea. Zoro and Kid spent time telling you about all the trouble you'd gotten into when you were younger. The conversations sparked something in you, and when you prompted the next step in a story Kid hugged you so hard you think your spine cracked. It was the first thing you had remembered on your own, aside from knowing that you were missing the bracelet when you first woke.

Five days later you had remembered a decent amount of things on your own, and the tests Law ran had shown that the memory issue could've been trigged by physical and/or mental trauma. He couldn't test for things like personal stress, but while there had been brain damage it wasn't severe.

"Memory loss is a hard thing to nail down," Law admits. "Sometimes things come back in a few hours, sometimes a few days. Some people have started whole new lives after memory loss, only to have it all come back years later.

"Sorry I can't give you a definitive answer, (Y/N)-ya."

You stretch forward to try and reach your toes with your fingers. "S'aright, you've already done more for me than I could've hoped for."

"Don't say it that way, we are friends."

You smile, "We are, and I didn't mean it that way. I mean, I think I know how important I am to people after all that's been done for me. I'm looking forward to getting out of here and wandering around town. Maybe I can remember more once I start working again."

"I'm sure that decision went over well with Mr. Donquixote."

Your face goes red. "It... hasn't yet. I decided just a bit ago, so I haven't said anything to anyone else yet." You sigh and turn to Law. "Can I have my one brutal question for today?"

"Already? Sure, if you want." Law agrees. He had gotten into a habit of being brutally honest with you for one question per day. The only thing that was off-limits was The Plan. Through this you'd learned that yes, technically, you were a criminal, but you hadn't been caught. You learned that you had let yourself into his clinic repeatedly and tended to "strays" as the two of you referred to them, and that you'd met Doflamingo through that process. You learned that your mom died when you were little, and your biological father was a marine, and that he was deceased as well, but Law didn't say when he had died, and you didn't ask.

"Do you think I loved Mr. Donquixote?"

Law closes his eyes for a moment and sucks in a breath. "I'm not comfortable guessing at what was going on in your heart, (Y/N)-ya, but-." He looks over and smiles. "I do know you lost Kid $50 because you admitted you 'had it bad' for him. If I were going to put money on things, I think you did, or if you didn't, you were close.

"I'll give you a little freebie, when you're talking to him later about your decision, call him Doffy." Law's grin is practically evil. "I'm sure he'll become more malleable then."

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Later on that day you had gotten dressed, and Doflamingo had arrived to pick you up. He was knelt down as you sat on the edge of the bed and was tying your shoes for you. You were almost fully healed, but he seemed to enjoy getting to pamper you when he could get away with it.

"And so, I decided I want to go back to work," you continue, having explained that you wanted to do things that would help you remember. "Walking around town will help, I'm sure, but I feel like if I could go back to my old routine then it'd really help."

"Do you intend to return to your apartment as well?"

You open your mouth to answer yes, but there was something in his tone that stops you. "I... maybe, no, I mean, yes." You couldn't stop the drop in your voice when you spoke again, "I can't really walk from your home to those jobs, I mean."

You could see him tense as you spoke, but when he looks up, he appears okay. You've quickly learned that he was in control of his emotions very well. You imagined his rage was terrifying.

"Your mind is made up then, young lady?" His face was straining neutrality, but his voice sounded defeated. Your stomach knots, and you do your best to keep looking at him. His hands were on either side of your thighs, holding onto the bed. He'd done his best to avoid looming over you while you recovered. You could often tell from his body language that he'd done his best to avoid touching you too much as well.

"As long as I'm not inadvertently giving you an answer to a promise I still don't remember, then, yes." You reach out and he lets you caress the side of his face. You could tell he closed his eyes at the touch, and you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to remember first.

"Just for a week," you say. "Give me a week to remember, and then..." you weren't sure what to say, "And then we can talk about different living arrangements-" you could feel the heat rise in your face, but you weren't sure why. You wanted to use the name Law had told you, and you forced your mouth to make the sound despite the growing need that was rising up in your stomach.

"-Doffy."

His grip on the bedding tightened so fast you heard the frame squeak. The gaze that pierces you almost stops your heart, and he holds your gaze as he stands. Having him over you, caged by his arms, was not the reaction you think Law expected. You didn't feel afraid of Donquixote, but there was a feeling of concern. It was like he was struggling to control himself, and it was your fault.

He lifts his glasses up to the top of his head, using the entire weight of his gaze. There's a passion and a desire in those eyes that is likely to simply set you on fire where you sit. His body shifts and he moves as though he means to kiss you, but his movements were slow enough for you to react. You didn't turn away, but you did put both your hands over his mouth.

"N-Not here." You break away from his gaze and shake your head. "I have nothing but a jumble of memories from this room, and... and I want to make memories outside of this place." You move your hands away. You can feel the red running down your face to your neck. "It's not 'no', it's just... o-out there, not here-WAH!"

He lifts you up into his arms like you weigh nothing and cradles you against his chest. He moves his glasses back over his eyes and you hold onto his jacket to steady yourself. You start to protest, but his voice brokers no dissent.

"I refuse to let you go, my dear. You will simply have to deal with it."

His voice was always pleasant to hear, even when he was busy, but his voice when he was demanding submission to his will was something else entirely. You bury your face in his chest, not wanting to light up the entire clinic with how bright red your face is. You manage a very tiny 'okay', and didn't give Law anything more than a thumbs up when you left.

You had only the briefest moment of sun against your skin before you're set inside the back of a limousine. Something about the smell of it, the feel of the leather, and the soft, almost unnoticeable purr of the engine, tickles at the back of your mind. Though you hadn't the chance to focus on any of these things for more than a second.

After Doflamingo seats himself next to you, his arms move you as he pleased. You find yourself straddling him, chest to chest, sitting in his lap with his arms around your waist and back. You gasp in surprise and the pleasure of being so close to him, the sound escaping you closer to the pleasure side of things. You bury your face into his shoulder, heat radiating from your cheeks and ears.

You could feel the smirk on his face as his fingers slip over your back and slide through your hair. Your body shivers at the tender and needy movements, and you try to suppress the moans escaping you.

"It's difficult to kiss you when you're like that," He muses, and you could feel his voice against your body more than you heard it through your ears. "Though, I don't dislike the noises you're making for me right now."

"Let me... let me kiss you." You manage between the involuntary sounds he was eliciting from you simply by running his fingers over your back. You had wanted to remember him first, you thought that was going to be the best thing for you to do. For both of you.

Right now, however, you wanted something different. Something deeper. You wanted a moment of control, you wanted to show the feelings you had right now, even if they could be different from whatever you had felt before. Not that you thought they would be, the way he controlled your body spoke to a level of intimacy beyond what you had assumed.

"As you wish, my dear," His hands move away and he has them hooked behind the headrests of the limo's seat.

Your face must be fire engine red, but you keep your gaze on his lips. You lick your lips lightly, tilting your head a little and closing the space between you. Your lips barely touch his, but you can't help the gasp that escapes you as a rush of pleasure hits you unexpectedly. You reach out with your hand to slide your fingers through his hair, your other hand is on his shoulder, helping you to keep your balance. You lean into the kiss a little more, but it's like you can't get air into your lungs. You suck in a breath, lips quivering against his and instead of leaning in, you lean back and meet his gaze.

He doesn't look disappointed, but there's an inquisitive glint in his eyes.

"It was a little different, wasn't it?" You murmur softly, your gaze returns to his lips and you don't notice his eyes widen.

You lick your lips lightly and swallow, before leaning forward to close the space between you. Running your lips over his so softly as to barely make contact, you reach out with your hand to slide your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, and then you lean in deeper with the kiss. Your eyes close as a moan rises up in your throat and shivers through your lips.

You lean back enough to break the kiss, but you don't go far, "I remember, I wanted to tease you more, but you took over. We'd just declined dessert?" Your brows furrow. "No, we were going to have it at your place... we..." Your eyes widen as more of the memory returns to you. "Oh."

You start smacking his chest as you talk, remembering more the more you said. "The day, that day, it was... what was it? It was a date, but not a date? You were - you'd made some excuse about wanting to pay me back." Your eyes light up, and you beam at him, "THE BRACELET! I made you buy me something at... at the place, the carnival? And then we, uh..." Your face is red, you're remembering, but the words aren't going to come out as easily as the memories are flooding in.

Doflamingo's expression is the softest smile you've ever seen on him, and when you finally falter for words, he embraces you. He buries his face in your shoulder, wrapping an arm around your waist, and cradling your head in his other hand. You feel his body shudder, and you wonder if he's crying.

Tears well up in your eyes and you try not to cry, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I forgot, and I'm sorry I don't remember everything yet." His embrace tightens, but he shakes his head soundlessly against your shoulder.

You could feel him breathing shakily, and you wondered if he had ever lost control of his emotions in this way before. You wondered if he even knew he could have emotions like this. You didn't think he was completely heartless, but you knew he had to be a certain level of ruthless to live the life he did. Something twists your heart, and you felt a deep sense of guilt, but you couldn't place exactly why.

"Don't," His voice is almost broken, and he was slowly evening out his breathing. "Don't apologize, my love."

My love. You gasped, the words wrenching your heart and causing tears to fall down your face. You lean your head against his, running a hand through his hair, and sinking into him. You could feel a wet warmth against your shoulder. You knew though, you knew from his actions, from his restraint, from his gaze, you already knew. But to hear those words - you couldn't write it off as simple kindness, you couldn't hold the weight of it at arm's length.

After you had both composed yourselves, you whisper into his ear, your gaze looking out the back window even though you weren't focused on anything.

"Help me remember," your arms tighten around him. "Please."

"Of course," He assures you, his fingers slipping through your hair. "I wouldn't want anything less."

You laugh, nearly on the verge of tears again. "That's a relief." You set your head on his shoulder.

"Mm? In what way, my dear?"

"If there was something you would benefit from me not remembering, I feel like you'd prefer it. Like, you'd mitigate the risks of letting me slip through your grasp." You admit. "But at the same time, I trust your words."

"You've said that of me before, do you remember?" He prompts, shifting you so you were looking into his eyes again.

"That I trust your words?" Your brow furrows, "No, you... uh... hm." You make a face, feeling conflicted.

Doflamingo chuckles, "I'm not sure how to take that, but you're not wrong. You've never said you trust my words before."

You think about it for a moment, "I have said that I trust you though, haven't you?" You see a flicker in his eyes, and you recognize the emotion, since you'd been feeling guilty yourself a lot the last week. "I said so before things went sideways."

Doflamingo lowers his eyes and nods slightly.

"I survived," you say, tilting his chin up and bringing his gaze back to yours. "I survived and I'll remember, so... so my trust wasn't misplaced. You're not a god, despite your ego, you can't protect everyone from everything and live the life you do."

"If you're trying to make me feel better, you're not exactly hitting the mark."

"I'm not exactly missing it, either," you quip. You place your forehead against his. "Sometimes you need to be reminded of your humanity, like it or not."

"(Y/N)," His voice and gaze are steady. "Let me kiss you."

You lean back, settling into his lap, and closed your eyes, tilting your face upward.

The gentle warmth of his hand sliding along your jaw causes you to nuzzle into his palm as it caresses your face. Fingers run along the line of your ear, sending small shivers down your neck, before disappearing into your hair. His large hand cradles the back of your head as his thumb from his other hand runs over your lips softly. The sensation causes you to gasp, parting your lips just as he closes the distance between you.

The first brush of your lips was swift, and hot air fills the space between you both. You feel his fingers flex in your hair, and his body tenses under you as he struggles to contain the need he'd been pushing aside for the last week. A tender kiss follows, as though he was trying not to shatter some wisp of a dream between his arms.

You lean into him a little, to reassure him you weren't made of glass – or to urge him on, or both - and the hand not tangled in your hair wraps around your waist. Hot lips push back into yours and you moan from the pleasurable pressure. The kiss breaks enough for a breath of air to enter your lungs, but he follows soon after. His kiss holds you in place more than his hands, and the passion he drives into you was enough to pull air and reason from you.

Your hands grab onto the collar of his jacket, and you pull yourself into him. There's no contest of dominance in this, you have only a need to be even closer to him than physical law allowed. Heat rushes into your face, adding to the dizzying euphoria of the long overdue kiss.

You lean back to breathe.

"Shit," you swear, gasping for air and turning your head away. You're red to your ears, and you could feel the heat in your thighs trying desperately to override the responsible parts of your mind. Your hands are pushing against his chest, and you could feel his heart trying to beat its way out of his rib cage. You couldn't wiggle out of his arms, and you didn't necessarily want to, so instead you hid your face against his shoulder.

"You're dangerous." You say, your voice breathier than you had expected. He chuckles, a mix of mischief and passion. "This is dangerous... It's dangerous but I'm not afraid." Your hands tightened their hold on the collar of his jacket again as you turn your head enough to be able to look across his chest, your head nuzzled just under his jaw.

"I don't know what to do," you murmur. "My body wants you, my head says I need to remember, and my heart says," you close your eyes and leaned into him. "that I had made up my mind before I forgot."

"I am not a mindless beast, my dear, and while I may not have boundless patience, I do have patience." He hugs you, running a hand over your hair and down your back. "I will do all that I can to help you remember. I can recount every moment if you so desire. I will have the Family find every record of your life if you want.

"Command me, my love."

#Family Ties #donquixote doflamingo #doffy x reader #doffy one piece #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #modern mafia au #reader insert #doflamingo x reader

[azgedaspy]

echo and octavia fight analysis    and 404-5 scripts

tldr:  echo tries to take octavia back to polis,  but octavia refuses. it comes to a fight. octavia kills echo’s companions.  echo accidentally impales octavia. octavia stumbles off the cliff and seemingly falls to her death. echo watches in horror  before reciting the warrior death phrase. shot by shot analysis of the moment coming soon.

echo does not:

push octavia off the cliff;  octavia stumbles and falls

intentionally “kill” octavia; she repeatedly states that  she wants octavia alive  and she is  surprised/horrified by the eventual wound  and/or its severity

echo does:

engage in combat with octavia in a  dangerous environment

try to subdue octavia  by attempting to injure her leg and then by engaging in combat with deadly weapons

recite the warrior’s death rite  presumably as a sign of respect as she does not do this for her other kills

so ultimately,

echo is responsible for octavia’s perceived death because she directly contributed to it, but it is clear that she did not intend to “kill” octavia. echo injured her by accident which lead to octavia stumbling and falling to her “death.”

after the fact,

she does not explicitly apologize during 404-405

echo informs bellamy and offers consolation in 404. she appears remorseful while doing so

upon learning that octavia is alive in 405, echo says she is glad the blakes have a chance to reunite

sources listed below the cut

404 SCRIPT

echo and two azgedan warriors chase octavia through the woods on horseback.

echo: (trig) there she is!

octavia: faster, helios!

echo: (trig) this way, we’ll cut her off!

echo and two azgedan warriors surround octavia. echo and octavia look at each other. 

octavia (to helios): yah!

echo (to her horse): yah!

octavia takes off and the azgedan warriors follow after her. 

octavia: faster!

as the trees clear, octavia realizes she’s at the edge of a cliff. echo and the other warriors arrive behind her. octavia dismounts and sends helios away.

echo:  it’s over, octavia. don’t fight it. roan wants you alive. come quietly.

octavia: that’ll happen.

echo (to her warrior): (trig) one in the leg.

the first warrior notches an arrow, but octavia throws her sword and impales him before he can fire it. echo and the second warrior dismount. they all draw their swords. they fight; octavia cuts echo and kills the second warrior.

echo:  it doesn’t have to be this way.

octavia: it does. you made sure of that.

they begin fighting again. octavia’s sword breaks. echo knocks her down.

echo:  i said, i wanted you alive!

echo’s bleeding leg falters. octavia reaches for her broken sword and advances on echo. as echo raises her sword, it impales octavia in the stomach.  the women stare at the wound in surprise. echo pulls her sword back. octavia clutches her wound and stumbles. echo leans forward, alarmed, as octavia loses balance and falls off the side of the cliff. echo watches in horror.  she leans over the side and sees octavia’s blood in the river. she steadies her shaking breaths and steels her expression.

echo: (trig)  your fight is over, octavia of the sky people.

echo turns away.

404 SCRIPT

bellamy: octavia will get there first.

echo and roan freeze.

bellamy: she’ll warn them you’re coming; you’ll lose.

roan looks to echo. this is her confession to make.  she looks away, preparing herself, before turning around.  she looks to bellamy and walks towards him. she pulls octavia’s broken sword from the inside of her coat. roan turns to watch. echo drops the sword to the ground. bellamy sees it. his expression falls. kane sees it, too, and looks to bellamy.

roan:  she wouldn’t be taken alive.

echo stares at bellamy remorsefully.  he stares back, shaking his head.

bellamy: no...

roan: i am sorry.

bellamy turns away.

echo:  it was a good death.

bellamy whimpers and starts to cry.

roan: (trig) bring the prisoners.

bellamy falls to his knees and begins to cry out. as the warriors move around her, echo continues to stare at bellamy. kane holds his head in his hands. echo follows her king out. bellamy and kane are led from the cell.

405 SCRIPT (POSTED)

echo (to bellamy):  i’m glad you’ll get a chance to say goodbye to your sister before [the death wave] comes.

he looks over. she smiles slightly...

echo: unless we all die here today.

bellamy walks another moment in silence, then...

bellamy: if you had killed her, this would be a very different mission for you.

echo smiles slightly at the threat. knows it’s true.  then...

echo: it’s like queen nia used to say...  war makes murderers of us all.

bellamy takes that in. goddamn right it does.  they keep moving...

405 SCRIPT (AIRED)

echo (to bellamy):  i’m glad you’ll get a chance to say goodbye to your sister before [praimfaya] comes.

bellamy watches her. his eyes narrow. echo resumes walking.

echo: unless we all die here today.

he walks with her.

bellamy: if you had killed her, these chains would be around your neck.

echo: it’s like queen nia used to say:  war makes murderers of us all.

#save. #001. headcanon ‚ she’s beyond your archetype. #003. octavia ‚ who is the lamb and who is the knife ? #003. bellamy ‚ you’re in my veins and i cannot get you out. #003. roan ‚ there are oceans between us. #S4 #404

[starculler]

Summer of Whump (2022)

Day 1: "Once I start, i won't be able to stop, alright?" Read on Ao3 Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Rex, Original Clone Troopers (minor) Tags/Warnings: whump, angst, injury, implied amputation

Rex glared at his general, wishing for a moment that he hadn’t removed his bucket if only so Skywalker couldn’t read his displeasure quite so clearly. His general laughed, the sound rasping and rough.

“Calm down, Rex,” he said with a smile Rex could’ve seen through from meters away. “It’ll be fine.”

It wouldn’t be, and hadn’t been since their platoon had been ambushed and left the four of them cut off from the 501st. Rex balled his hands into fists at his sides in an effort to keep them from shaking. He, their not-quite-a-shiny-anymore medic, Dent, and Trig had done their best the last week. They’d ducked droid patrols, kept hidden among the rubble, and kept themselves mostly fed and sane.

The same couldn’t be said for their general.

“I’ll ‘calm down,’” said Rex, brows pinched in as severe a scowl as he could manage, “when Dent clears you and not a nanosecond sooner.”

It was a lie, of course. He’d relax once they were back among their men, aboard the Resolute and as far from this karking planet as physically possibly. He’d relax, he thought grimly, gaze flicking briefly to his general’s leg, when Skywalker wasn’t at risk of dying on his watch.

“You worry too much.”

“No offense, General, but you don’t worry nearly enough,” said Rex, dry and bland.

“Careful Captain,” said Skywalker, tight smile pulling into something more genuine, “you’re staring to sound like my Master.”

Rex scoffed, shifting a few steps to the side when Dent shouldered past him with the bundles of clothes they’d ripped to strips earlier. He wrinkled his nose at the smell — each strip of cloth soaked in some concoction Dent had cooked up using what they’d managed to find in lieu of bacta. Trig trailed after with the bottle of supposed Corellian whiskey they’d liberated from a half-collapsed home some five hours’ walk away.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Sir.” Skywalker huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Alright, General,” Dent said, cutting neatly through their attempt at banter. He set the strips of cloth in a little cracked tub they’d found and scrubbed clean before turning to face Skywalker. “If Jedi can get drunk, now’s the time to do it.” He gestured Trig forward who held the bottle of whiskey out to Skywalker.

“No pressure,” said Trig, grinning when it earned him a look from their general.

Skywalker didn’t hesitate. As soon as he had the bottle’s neck firmly in his grip, he took a swig. His face scrunched up and Rex swore he heard his general gag before swallowing.

“That,” Skywalker said with a groan, “is not Corellian whiskey.” Still, he brought the bottle back to his lips and drank more.

“How’re you feeling, General?” asked Trig when almost half the bottle was gone and Skywalker swayed more than he sat.

“Can’t feel m’leg as bad.” Skywalker glanced at the bottle in his lap, fingers still wrapped loosely around it. “Might barf if I drink any more.”

Dent nodded and said, “good enough,” before motioning Rex forward and pulling Trig back once he’d pulled the bottle free from their general’s grasp.

Rex’s stomach lurched as he stepped closer to his general, kneeling by his shoulder so he could help the man lay back against the cleared stretch of duracrete they’d cleaned out for this. He swallowed, throat suddenly dry and an edge of nausea creeping into awareness. Skywalker went down with only a brief hiss of pain, bright, blue eyes finding his as he moved into place.

On any other day, in any other way, Rex might’ve been either mortified, excited, or both. Instead, swinging his leg around to straddle his general’s hips, pinning him in place, only inspired a vague and sick sense of dread. He knew they’d gone over this. He knew his general had agreed, but it did nothing to settle his unease as he leaned forward to grab Skywalker’s wrists to pin his arms down too.

“You can still change your mind, General,” Rex said, low and serious but Skywalker merely shook his head.

“You heard Dent, same as I did,” he said, his words slurring into each other enough that he had to speak slowly.

“We can find another way. We can—”

“Rex.” Skywalker sighed and Rex could smell the alcohol on his breath. “It’s alright. I trust you and Dent and Trig, and yeah it’d be faster if I still had my lightsaber or we knew a good way back to our men, but we don’t.” Skywalker’s breath stuttered and for just a moment Rex could see the fear in his eyes, clearer than he’d ever seen it on his genereal. “Besides, if this keeps me from slowing us down…”

“You could die,” Rex argued and the words burned.

“S’already infected, and you know our riskiest plans always work out, Rex. I won’t die. The Force is with me, and so are some of the finest men in the GAR. ‘M in good hands.”

Rex felt a flush creep up his cheeks and glared down at the patch of duracreet visible between Skywalker’s neck and shoulder. When Dent spoke, Rex braced himself with a quick, centering breath in and out. It was his job to keep the general in place while Dent worked and Trig helped. He’d do his job, they’d do theirs, and Skywalker would pull through.

The Force was with them.

“Alright, General. Just. Try to breath and maybe not hit us with your Jedi magic.”

“S’not magic,” Skywalker said, pouting, but it went ignored.

“Once I start,” Dent continued, “I won’t be able to stop. The quicker we get this done, the better your chances of survival, especially since we’re using … Well, it’s certainly not regulation equipment but I’ll make it work.”

Skywalker’s eyes bored into Rex’s when he said, “I trust you.”

Rex squeezed his general’s wrists in an effort to comfort his Jedi in the lull that followed. He counted four seconds before he heard Dent make the first cut, and another fourteen before the screaming started.

All Rex could do was hold on.

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump1 #star wars #anakin skywalker #rex #injury #whump #angst #my fanfic

[madsredraincoat]

Tuesday, 19th July 2022

Day two of trying this whole tumblr thing. I've got to admit, it's slightly addictive.

I've currently got a free period so I thought that before doing some german work, I'd do a quick post on here. I had maths first period and it was far more sufferable than I had expected it to be; we were doing trig, which, in my opinion, is far more enjoyable that many other topics within maths. Next period I have history! I am looking forward to it, as history would have to be my favourite subject alongside english. (And after history I've got english, I love having my favourite subjects right after each other). Oh also I finish school at 2:15pm today, gosh I love Tuesdays.

Since it was the first day back after the holidays, it was kinda weird seeing all my friends and classmates again. The first day back always feels slightly strange to me. I usually get to school only a few minutes before my first class, allowing me hardly any time to say hi to my friends. So now it feels strange that it is already second period and I haven't spoken to anyone. Okay I'm getting carried away, I will continue this post later :)

-Char x

#studyblr #study journal #student #study #learning #education #academia #school

[spogwam]

Final Year Project Research - 5

As previously discussed, In the Breeks will not be adapted to a grad film project for now. However, as a final post, I would like to discuss the process of research and development that I have undertaken in producing my final script.

Research

Much of my research for this script was reminiscing with old members of the TYT (Tain Young Team). Upon returning home for a long weekend, I met up with my old pals Lewis and Brandon for a walk and to discuss my film. They were both enthusiastic about the idea, they liked the rebellious nature of its protagonists and the visual element of graffiti, recommending spots around my hometown where I could get away with it (lol). We discussed a show called American Vandal we had all watched, which is great fun, but I told them it was too thematically light for comparison. I told them I wanted to tackle the problem of drug deaths in the Highlands are other rural areas. I asked them whether they thought drugs were more prevalent in the Highlands but they disagreed entirely.

Brandon responded: "You students in Edinburgh do way more gear and drinking than us. Its just our stuff is worse quality."

This was a great insight, which I further researched through government statistics, discovering that in certain rural Highland towns, the rate of drug deaths were over ten times higher than those in Edinburgh for example (200 per 100,000, compared to 18 per 100,000). This reassured me on the importance of making the film, as the three of us personally knew people who died after taking impure substances.

Other help I was offered was in relation to the graffiti element, I originally planned on having Bailey paint cutting, ironic paintings that reflected his cynicism. Lewis and Brandon thought this was unrealistic, and if they were doing graffiti it would be something small and simple as to not get caught in the act, like a penis for example. This is where this element came from, and when I realised I had been in Edinburgh too long and needed a look back at the archives of my youth.

I looked through old photographs of the TYT to research costumes and props and remembered that to avoid the police we would drink alcohol with mixers from 2L plastic bottles. I also found many locations for the film this way, recalling overgrown alleyways and side streets that we'd stop for a smoke in when kicking about. I later walked my dog Ghillie about the town, stopping off at my old haunts to get a feel for the film's setting, the stark contrast between the beauty of the countryside and the dire state of the council schemes was a primary takeaway during these wanders.

I wrote a draft of the script while I was at home, the first of three, that would change dramatically as I worked through it with Kate.

Script Development

1st Draft

In the first draft, Bailey was instead Tupac, which was of immediate concern to the course tutors, having his actions and character associated with a pop culture icon would detract from the characters individuality and so the name was changed.

Structurally, the script had no inciting incident, at least not until the 5th and 6th pages. This was far too late, and meant the viewer could lose interest in Tupac and Trig's meandering before Laura informing Tupac about the circumstances of Jamie's death propels the plot forward. There was a lot of fat to trim, namely an emotional conversation between Tupac and Laura following the revelation that was unnecessary and too student film for me, and was also unrealistic as canonically Laura would not willingly spend this much time with Tupac.

It also opened with a flashback of Tupac, Trig, and Jamie messing about down the beach on the night of his death. This fundamentally broke the principles of realism that I was trying to instil, and laid things out too plainly, without room for interpretation.

It had some good stuff in it, but was rough and the pacing was off, so Kate encouraged me to make the climactic incident of the script, the confrontation with Conner, instead the inciting incident near the beginning, switching it around.

2nd Draft

In the second draft the film kicks off at a pace with the revelation from Laura and the confrontation with the dealer wrapping up by the fourth page. This effectively instigated Bailey's vendetta against his hometown, but fundamentally meant the film lost momentum after this point. Also, this draft muddied Bailey's motivation, as him being drunk was the primary reason for him and Trig's fallout. This is an entirely separate theme that was not developed and so needed the chop.

As an exercise in building tension, it was clear the confrontation had to be positioned at the end of the film as the pacing was way off, so I returned to this structure in the third draft.

3rd Draft

The structure of this draft is one I am sticking with, a kind of jakey detective narrative that gives the film and its characters great momentum until its climax.

The inciting incident is Bailey's conversation with Laura, but instead of knowing where to go right away, Bailey and Trig set off to question those who were with Jamie near the end of his life to find the person responsible. They start at Jamie's old workplace, the local joinery, which leads them to the town nightclub, where they find some jakeys who know the dealer who gave Jamie the deadly dose.

This structure worked perfectly, establishing motivation from scene to scene, and involving the audience in the mystery of Jamie's death, learning as the film progresses.

The climactic scenes of this draft were the confrontation with the dealer Conner, and a following argument between Bailey and Trig over the ethics of letting rage out on people who are innocent.

Both of these scenes perfectly foreshadow Trig's death, showing Bailey's true colours and introducing Trig to a drug dealer.

4th and Final Draft

There were only minor changes to be made as I worked on my final draft, mainly in trimming the fat in new scenes added in the "mystery narrative."

I say the changes were minor, but the ending of the film in which Bailey takes the drugs was also changed, as many people interpreted this as a suicide attempt understandably, which was a bit too bleak for my liking. Instead, Bailey sits down next to Trig's body, spending a moment with him in deep introspection before all of the shit goes down.

This was as good as it gets, and Kate's help was invaluable in exploring the many different routes these characters could take in their odyssey to land on the perfect one.

In conclusion

I've learned so much over this past semester about screenwriting and story structure. My skills in pacing, writing character arcs, and subtext has vastly improved over the course of writing In the Breeks. I hope to adapt the script at a later date as I still think it is a story that needs told, but am satisfied with the work I have done for this module.

[reimagining-twilight]

Chapter One First Sight Part One -Bella

Bella’s “friends” all have different names than there Twilight counterparts because she’s in grade 12 not 11 but they still act the exact same way.

Niki Ford - Jesica Stanley

Geraldine (Geri) Wright - Angela Weber

Tristan Reid - Mike Newton

Jose - Eric Yorkie

Eliot (Eli) Chang -Tyler Crowley

See end for more notes-

I shiver, the cafeteria is freezing this January. It was my idea to join the population of Forks High School for the new year and I’m sitting in a cafeteria with people I don’t really know. Their eys drill holes all over my body, cutting me out like a slice of swiss cheese. They’re all staring at me, I feel sick and try to find a place to look where I won’t meet a pair of curious eyes, after a good bit of searching I find them.

Five beautiful high schoolers. Yes, I say beautiful high schoolers and, no, I don’t  think it’s  possible either, but they are beautiful, strikingly, inhumanely, devastatingly, beautiful.

There they sit, not talking not eating, staring at the wall but seeing nothing. They are pale with angular features, almost black dark eyes with circles under them, a bronze-haired boy with a petit pixie like girl sitting in his lap; a big burly boy with dark curly hair who looks old enough to be in college, or maybe even a teacher; two blonds, a girl and a boy, the girl who clung to the burly boy is a familiar face from my Trig and Spanish class. The boy, now that I think about it, I had also seen, sitting in the back of the Biology room quietly drawing on a sketch pad. I hadn’t even noticed him there.

They are all inhumanly beautiful but that isn’t what holds my attention. While they all look different, they all have the same perfect pale angular features and pure black eyes. it’s safe to stare at them. For once I’m staring at someone, then I feel bad, I can’t do that it’s rude espcially given how much I hate it when they do it to me. They are the only ones not staring at me, the new girl, the curiosity, the freak.

Their lips are moving and I can swear they are talking to each other but I can’t  hear a thing.

I want to respect their privacy but they, sitting at their table in the back, are outsiders like me and finally my curiosity gets the better of me, pushing me forward into conversation.

“Hey, Niki!” I say tuning back into the conversation. She seems surprised at my sudden alertness.

“Yeah?”

“Who are they?” I thought maybe I should clarify who I meant but she is already glancing over to their table.

“Well, they’re Dr. & Mrs. Cullen’s kids. Mrs. Cullen is the orchestra teacher. They kinda keep to themselves. The redhead is Edward. He’s absolutely gorgeous, but he’s with the little one, Alice,” she informs me with jealousy.

“Are they all Cullens? They don’t look related,” I say hesitantly, hating to pry but really curious.

“Oh, no, some of them are foster kids. Dr. Cullen and his wife are in their late forties or something, but they adopted because Mrs. Cullen can’t have kids anymore or something. Those two, Rosalie and Jasper, are actually Cullens, but for some reason they have Mrs. Cullen’s maiden name. The rest are adopted,” Niki explained, pointing to the twins in turn.

“She’s pretty. He's . . . weird,” she says, keeping it brief, as if she doesn't  really care for much about the twins. Her obsession is obviously with Edward.  She turns to briefly ogle him again and I wondered about her hesitation before.

She continues, “and the big one is Emmet. He’s with Rosalie—like with with. They’re like a thing. They’re all dating even though they live together. I'm not even sure that’s legal.”

“Niki, they’re not actually related,” someone to my left reminded her gently.

“Well legally . . . Whatever, it’s weird. Dr. Cullen is like this foster dad slash matchmaker,” Niki offers.

“Maybe he’ll adopt me too,” A blond girl I don’t  know pipes up hopefully.

“They’re all hot! I bet Dr. Cullen does plastic surgery on them,” Niki whispers.

They way these kids gossip, when they think the Cullens can’t hear! I know they can’t be oblivious, but how much do they know and how much do they care? High school is hard enough without being treated like an exotic animal, an anomaly. I suddenly feel intense sympathy for them and then empathy.  They, at their table in the back like me, are outsiders

Feeling bad for the Cullens and curious myself, I try to steer the conversation back to a nicer topic. “Well I think that it’s nice of Mr. and Mrs. Cullen to take care of all the kids. Have they always lived here?” I ask. Surely I would’ve noticed them during one of my summer visits, especially the tall blond boy and his striking sister.

“No,” Niki says. “They moved here from up north somewhere … Alaska I think, about 2 years ago.”

I turned to look at the girl. Rosalie, Niki says her name is, and she is right.  She is pretty,  not just pretty, stunning, glamorous, like something out of a magazine. Not just that but she is the kind of pretty that makes everyone in the room feel a little less than and she is staring, or should I say glowering, right at me.

Her boyfriend, the big burly one, Emmett, grabs her arm and pulls her in for a long kiss. I stopped watching them then and turn my eyes to her brother, Jasper.

He is beautiful too, as all of them are, but even sitting down I can tell he is taller than most of the others, except for maybe Emmet. Leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. His hair is slightly longer than that of his brothers, those honey blond locks coming to a stop just below his chin. He is also looking away from his siblings’ make out session, his face in a book. The title is written in Latin as far as I can tell. He has a soothing aura and by just looking at him I feel a strange calm wash over me.

He is staring intensely at the book as if it held all the answers to life, or somehow like he is desperately trying not to look up. I shove the thought aside.

He must  know somehow that I’m looking at him because he looks up from his book and right at me. His expression is neutral as he studies me for a Moment and I can’t look away. Then he turns back to his book as if nothing had ever happened.

I try to go back to my lunch but everyone is talking over one another and Tristan keeps up a constant string of questions about my life in Arizona. The only one I’m able to find solace in is a shy girl to my left, Geri, the one who’d reminded Niki that the Cullens aren’t technically related. She is in my Biology class, never saying much, but usually having the answer if a teacher calls on her.

I try not to think about the Hales and focus on my conversation with Geri about the new U.S History elective. I got A’s but it has always been somewhat boring to me. We chatted more about the teachers and she told me she had two little brothers named Trip and Tanner and a dog named Lucy.

“Here let me show you, I think I have a picture from last Christmas in my wallet,” Geri says and I scoot to let her dig through her bag. She pulls out a picture of 9 people and a golden retriever all wearing ugly Christmas jumpers. “Ah! Here it’s . Those are my parents.  Off to the side are Nana and Grandpa, my Mom's parents. There are Grandad and Mimi, my dad’s parents,. Aaaaand that’s me. The one to my left is Trip and the one to my right is Tanner. That's Lucy. She's still just a puppy. We got her for the twins' birthday in September.”

I don’t look at the Cullens or Hales until I see them leaving the cafeteria disposing of, with utmost grace, five trays of untouched food. I allow myself to look at Jasper again, but he doesn't  look at me. In fact, I sware he is trying to look anywhere but at me, but I tell myself that it’s  obviously my imagination.

The bell rings dismissing me to my next class. It crosses my mind that maybe I should skip. I do hate it here after all and I’m still thinking about it as I walk slowly to my locker.

Finally I make my way to building 6 for History, glad I studied the map. When I enter, I see the class is set up like a college classroom with half rings of desks lining the room and a rotating white board in the front. Despite my map memorization, I’m one of the last in class and all the seats have already been assigned so I stumble toward a seat in the very back.

To my absolute horror I catch my foot on the leg of a desk. I’m falling for barely a second before a pair of cold hands catch me, steadies me then vanishes. I don’t  even see who they belong to. Grateful, I slide into the nearest empty seat.

I quickly lug my heavy history textbook out of my bag, opening it to the page number written on the board. It's a few seconds before I looks up to see who my table mate is and when I do I find myself staring straight at Jasper Hale.

I can feel my face heating up, the blush spreading from my cheeks down my neck and up to the tips of my ears, despite the fact that he isn’t even looking at me. In fact he is facing almost directly away from me, his body rigid and tensed in his chair which is angled so far away from me that he is almost crashing into Alyiah Winters, the girls basketball team captain, whom I share Spanish class with. Ayliah gives him a look and scoots closer to her girlfriend, a ginger girl named Annie whom I recognise from Trig.

A few minutes into class Mr Jefferson says, “Now that you’ve completed your warm up please turn to the next page.  There you will see a blank timeline. Please fill it out with what you know. I will be calling on people to come write their answers on the board.”

Students all around me busy their pencils and my table mates and I follow suit. After just a few minutes I have every space filled except for number 5. Oh well, someone else probably has it. The rest of the time Jasper stays tense, and I watch through my periphery to see if he will relax his stiff posture but he never does.

About 6 minutes later a nasally sounding chicken-shaped kitchen timer rings and Mr. Jefferson claps the class to attention, “Alright, who has the answer to number one? Raise your hands.” A boy I know by the name of Eli Chang raises his hand cautiously. “Yes, Eli, what is the answer to number 1?”

He hesitates, “I think … James Knox Polk, James Knox Polk is the president in 1848 . . . I think.”

“You think . . . Or you know?” Mr Jefferson asks.

“Ummm, I know,” Eli rephrased, more confident than before but still wary.

“Good! You are correct. Come write that on the board.” Mr. Jefferson says and Eli lets out a breath of relief. As Eli walks to the board Mr. Jefferson continues, “James Knox Polk is the 11th president of the United States, serving from 1845 to 1849. He previously was the 13th Speaker of the House of Representatives and ninth governor of Tennessee. A protégé of Andrew Jackson, he was a member of the Democratic Party and an advocate of Jacksonian democracy.”

This continued as Mr Jefferson worked his way around the room, “Now who has the answer to number 5?”

Only one person raised a hand, Tristan Reid, who looks confidently at Mr. Jefferson. “The Fugitive Slave Act” he says almost smugly.

We wait in silence for a few seconds. Finally Mr. Jefferson speaks solemnly. Knowing him, it can go either way. “Passed on September 18, 1850 by Congress,” we all stopped holding our breath, “the  Fugitive Slave Act of 1850 is part of the Compromise of 1850. The Act required that slaves be returned to their owners, even if they are in a free state. The Act also made the federal government responsible for finding, returning, and trying escaped slaves. I'm sorry, Tristan,” you are incorrect. Now does anyone else want to try?” Jasper coughs  intensely into his sleeve, maybe he’s just sick. Yes, that has to be it. He has a cold and isn’t in the mood for people in general. it isn’t just me, it can’t be just me. Right? Tristan hides his head in his textbook and returns to his work shamefaced.

Jasper, who is still tensed up, raises his hand. He coughs again and I swear I can see the beginnings of a smile on his face. Is he okay? The entire class turns to face our row. Even Mr. Jefferson looks surprised but calls on him anyway.

I don’t  exactly think that his behaviour is at all sociable but I at least want to try and make conversation. Not to mention I’m kind of worried a little bit, maybe more though for his sanity than his health. He coughs again. it’s  a sort of choked off sound, almost like . . . laughter. I drum up all my courage

“Are you okay?”

He looks up, annoyed, I resist my instincts to hide my face in my textbook. “I’m fine, thank you,” he says sharply. it’s  kind of ironic. He coughs again, but it at least sounds less severe this time. I’m not sur eif his answer was truthful but the conversation was mercifully short so I won’t push it any further

“Yes Mr. Hale, do you have the answer to number 5?”

With a dry voice he says, “Yes I do. The answer is 1852, the year that the book called Uncle Tom’s Cabin was published. It was written by Harriet Beecher Stowe at the age of 41 before her death in 1896 at the age of 85.” You could hear a pin drop. The entire class is wide eyed at the specificity of the answer. “I have a headache. May I please go to the nurse now?” Jasper ends his answer as if the request were his intent all along. I'm amazed but I can’t help feeling sympathetic for him.

Mr. Jefferson hesitated, “Yes, of course . . .” he stuttered, but Jasper had already left.

When Jasper is out of the room Mr. Jefferson continues, “Mr. Hale is correct, The year 1852 is when Uncle Tom’s Cabin is published. It helped further the cause of Black activism, and even Abraham Lincoln recognized that this book's publication is one of the events that led to the outbreak of the Civil War. Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896) published more than 30 books, but it’s  this, her best-selling anti-slavery novel,  that catapulted her to international celebrity and secured her place in history.”

History seems to drag on forever, the teacher droning on about the events of the early 1850s. Jasper never comes back to class. I try to take notes but I can’t  focus. My brain ignored the perfectly reasonable explanation right in front of me and the questions buzzed around in my head. Why had Jasper left so suddenly? A nagging voice at the back of my head can’t  help thinking that it’s  because of me, but of course that is impossible, he doesn’t know me from Eve.

When the bell rings, I pick up my history textbook, stuff it back into my bag and head towards the door.Suddenly someone grabs my arm, shaking a wet rain slicker out and soaking me. “Hey, Arizona, how you likin’ the rain gurlll?” Tristan appears in front of me.

My brain freezes up I don’t know what to say to that. After an awkward since I stutter out a belated “Ahh, Tristan, please don’t do that again.”

“Sorry Bella, I just wanted to get your attention,” he looks at the floor, “so, uh, what’s your next class? I can walk you there, so you don’t get lost! B-because it’s your first day and all.”

“Thanks for the offer,” I say quietly, trying to be diplomatic, “but it’s English with Mr. Mason all the way across campus in building 3. You don’t have to go out of your way for me in the rain.”

“No it’s okay, English is my next class too! I’ll be happy to walk with you!” he says, excited by this idea. He is coming to remind me of a golden retriever.

On the way to building 3 Tristan keeps up a nonstop commentary. He is easy to be with, supplying most of the conversation, and I mostly tuned out Tristan’s constant chatter. But one bit catches my attention.

“Did you hit Hale over the head with a textbook or something? I know he has like anxiety disorder or something, but I’ve never seen him be that weird”

Anxiety Disorder? Could it be that he was like me? I knew I shouldn’t have judged him, but I have to gte more information so I play dumb. “Who?”

“Jasper Hale, didn’t you notice?” He asks in disbelief

“Oh, I was really focused on the lecture. Is that the boy I sat next to?” I ask.

“Yes, I saw you talking to him,” he accused.

Crap! “Oh that’s right, I asked if he was okay. He had a cold or something. I don’t blame him for being grumpy.”

“Yeah, he looked like someone had just stabbed him. It was weird, but he kind of always looks like that.  Anyway, here we are,” Tristan says as we arrive in front of building 3.

English passes in a blur and soon I’m headed back to the front office to turn in the slips that my teachers had signed. When I get to the office I almost walk back out again.

Jasper Hale is standing at the front desk arguing with the receptionist, Ms. . Cope I think her name is. I stand in a corner waiting for Ms. Cope to be free and listen to the conversation. I quickly understand that he is asking to change 6th hour History for another class, any other class.

What happened next seems so small it should have been inconsequential. A girl opened the door to the office. A gust of strong wind blasted past me, causing goosebumps on my arms. The girl simply places a paper in one of the wire baskets and then walks back out again.

But what happened next, that is a different matter entirely. Jasper’s back stiffens and he turns around to glare at me in utter rage! His face  is inhumanly  beautiful but with eyes full of hate. The look is so menacing that I swear he wants to rip me to pieces. Surely there is nothing this boy can do to me that would hurt me, but at that Moment I’m not so sure. It only lasts a second but it feels like my blood is turned to ice.

He turns back Ms. Cope. “Forget it. I can see that this isn’t feasible,” he snaps. “Enjoy your day,” and with that he turns and walks out the door, not giving me a second glance.

I refuse to believe that this can have anything to do with me. It must have been something else, something that had happened just before I got in the room. I was late after all.

I walk shyly up to the desk and Ms. Cope took the slips smiling at me, “Did you enjoy your first day, sweetheart, make any friends?”

“It was  fine, everyone is really nice,” I say. I’ve never been a great liar and it doesn't  help that my voice is still shaking from the encounter.

“Oh good. I hope you enjoy your time with us here in Forks,” she says and reminding me suddenly of a hotel clerk.

“I will, thanks,” I say waving as I step out into the cold.

The rain had died down a bit, but everything is still surrounded by a cold omnipresent fog, from which I happily escape into my truck cabin. When I get inside, the seat is a bit cold but dry and that’s as much as I can ask for in this rainy place.

I can’t  do anything but stare out the windshield for a few minutes. The image of Jasper’s hateful glare wouldn’t leave me, but finally I begin to shiver so I turn the ignition key. My truck roars to life and heat fills the cabin.

I leave the school car park fighting tears. Despite my protestations, a single tear drips down my cheek, and, fighting more tears, I drive the familiar road back to Charlie’s house.

NOTES: still in the long and arduous editing process but I thought I’d go ahead and post it so hope you liked it.

you all know the chicken timers I’m talking about, don’t lie.  also don’t you hate it when teachers ask do that do you think or know thing.  Google helped with this one, obviously.

#Twilight Reimagined: Jasper x Bella #chapter 1 #Chapter One First Sight Part One #bella swan pov #first sight #cullen-cannons

[f1]

Hamilton warned for refusing medical centre trip after nearly breaking my back | 2022 Belgian Grand Prix

The Belgian Grand Prix stewards have warned Lewis Hamilton for refusing to check into the circuit medical centre after his race-ending collision with Fernando Alonso. The rear of Hamilton’s Mercedes was pitched into the air after wheel-to-wheel contact with Alonso’s Alpine at Les Combes. The contact caused enough damage to the Mercedes that it led to Hamilton’s retirement. When his car hit the ground after being tipped into the air, the force of the impact trigged the FIA-mandated medical warning light which detects when drivers experience a significant force on their bodies. The FIA regulations demand that all drivers who experience accidents that trigger the warning system must be checked by medical staff, even if they climb out of their cars unaided. However, the stewards noted that Hamilton failed to follow the protocol and report to the medical centre as directed and issued a formal warning to Hamilton for failing to do so. In their ruling, the stewards explained they “received a report from the race director that the driver [Hamilton] refused to visit the event medical service following his crash on lap one where the medical warning light threshold was exceeded and only did so after the race director informed the team that further action could be taken if he did not. “This is not the first time this season that drivers (not Hamilton) have initially refused to go for a medical check. The stewards issue a warning in this case, with a reminder to all drivers that stronger action may be taken in the future.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Speaking after his retirement to media including RaceFans, Hamilton admitted that he had suffered a significant blow in the car upon striking the ground after he had been briefly airborne. “I nearly broke my back coming down so it was a big hit,” Hamilton explained. “I’m sure I’ll feel sore tomorrow. “I remember just looking at the ground, so that was quite high. I’m so grateful to be still alive and in shape.” Hamilton initially continued to race after the collision, but was later told to pull off the circuit later in the lap as damage from the collision had caused a major drop in oil pressure in his W13. “I could hear something was broken in the gearbox,” he explained. “That coming down, I would have broken so much in the back end, so I was told to stop. Obviously in that moment you’re hopeful you can keep going but it was not meant to be.” Hamilton accepted responsibility for the collision but admitted he did not expect to have been pitched so high into the air as a result of the contact. “Yeah, definitely surprised to see it go that high,” he said. “I’m just sorry to my team, that was a lot of points lost today. I was giving it everything all weekend. But we move forwards and I’ll try to do a good job next week.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2022 Dutch Grand Prix Browse all 2022 Dutch Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net

#F1 #Hamilton warned for refusing medical centre trip after ‘nearly breaking my back’ | 2022 Belgian Grand Prix #Formula 1

[writersblockedx]

A Runaway, Chapter Two

Pairing - Geralt x Reader, Jaskier x Reader Summary - With nowhere else to go, the reader is forced to sleep on it and hope one of them miraculously wake up with a plan. Warnings - Mentions of death, mentions of violence Words - 1.7K

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They were both asleep, she was sure of it. The sound of Jaskier's light snore made that clear and the fact that Geralt hadn't made a grunt or a huff in at least an hour suggested he as well had drifted into sleep. But despite how Y/n's body yearned for a much needed rest, she forced her eyes open.

Only once she was certain the two boys were sleeping, she gathered herself. The girl moved quietly. The sound of trig snapping or the rustling of leaves was sure to wake the Witcher and his enhanced hearing. So she moved carefully and slowly. Most of their things had been left in the back of the cart - a cart of which Y/n had realised was stolen from the town they were last in. And while they didn't have many valuables, they had what was needed to survive.

So the girl went searching, well stealing. It wasn't that she believed the two boys had ill intentions, but she thought they didn't have any intention at all. They barely knew what they were doing and could barely wrap their head around her very existence. Which led Y/n to believe she'd be better on her own.

"What are you doing?" Geralt's voice spoke in a low tone out from the shadows of the night.

Shit. Y/n dropped the dagger she had been reaching for and slowly turned to face the white-haired man. "Stealing from the supplies that you also stole." She answered. There was no point in lying to him. He wasn't stupid and he wasn't often lied to.

"That your plan was it?" He asked her.

"A better plan than yours." Or lack there off.

Geralt huffed and took a cautious stepped closer. One of which Y/n had watched intently. "I said we'd figure it out in the morning."

"I could be dead by morning." She argued. If this target on her back was as big as Geralt expressed, then it was only a matter of time before a hoard came looking for her. And there was only so much the Witcher could protect her from.

"I wouldn't let that happen."

Y/n smiled falsely at that as she took the next step forward, stern in her eyes. "Careful, Witcher, you shouldn't go around making promises you can't fulfil." She was sure he was a strong man who had killed many a monster in his time, but there was no telling where the girl ended up right now.

"You're more likely to get killed out there alone." He pointed out. And as much as Y/n wanted to argue with him, he was right. She was stuck in a world she didn't know and with people who didn't know her. She had nothing, stripped down to her wits and strength. If she wasn't careful, than that wouldn't be enough for her survival.

Still, the girl held her head up high as she faced the Witcher. "I have dealt this long without the help from a monster hunter, I'm sure I can keep going." Her words were almost spat back in Geralt's face as she went to finally leave.

Y/n didn't get far; before she could even take another step, his hand was gripping at her wrist. She was forced to turn and face him again. "Stay." For a moment, the girl thought that was all Geralt had to say. "And maybe I'll forget about the fact you were planning on taking all our supplies and running."

In the end, her expression softened and she agreed. Whether that was a mistake or not, she wasn't sure yet.

By morning, the only one who seemed ready for the day was Jaskier. He was the only one who had gotten a decent nights sleep. After the situation, between Y/n and Geralt, the man refused to let himself drift into sleep, scared that once he awoken the girl would be gone.

"Don't you just love the sun raise?" Jaskier practically sung as he stood, starring back at the sun. "It's just so inspiring, I could write millions of songs about it." He went on.

Y/n raised her brows as she listened to him, chewing on the leftover food. "I'm sure you could." She quirked, more to herself than in respond to the bard.

Yet still, he found it his place to question her on it. "What's that suppose to mean?"

She smiled at him and his almost demand. "It only means that I've known you for only 24 hours, and you write songs about everything." The girl giggled as she stood from the ground she had been seated at. "But, no, it's a good thing. Have a creative outlook at all."

Jaskier stiffened in realising her words were nothing but sarcasm and jabs at himself. "You." He pointed at the girl, almost pressing the tip of his finger into her eyes. "Should be drowning me in compliments right now after, you know, almost murdering me!"

She giggled once more, taking a step closer to the boy. "Or maybe, you should keep in mind the fact that if I had almost killed you once, surely I'd be able to do it again." The girl paused, watching as Jaskier's expression moulded into one of regret and almost horror. "And, maybe, who knows, next time, I'll actually succeed."

The boy was left speechless. Well, he was left speechless for a couple of moments. He wasn't really the speechless type. "Gods you are so scary." Yet he still looked at her in awe. Of course though, as Jaskier does, he went on. "But it's so hot." And for a final time that morning, Y/n laughed. She pattered the shoulder of the boy gently before going in search of his other half.

Geralt had wondered away from the other two, in need of some silence to collect his morning thoughts. He knew if he wasn't to come up with some plan soon, Y/n was sure to try and flee again. And Geralt would let her. At that point, he couldn't blame her.

"Hate to disrupt what seems like such a deep thought, but I must ask if you're any further with this plan from last night?" Y/n started as she joined the side of the Witcher who looked across the sea of trees and dirt.

In honesty, Geralt had spent all night tossing around some different kinds of plans. Yet none of them seemed to work in his mind. There was a lot of missing information - some of which he couldn't be sure the princess even had. "What do you remember from when you were last in your world?" He questioned, dismissing what the girl had just asked him.

She thought on it for a moment, dropping her gaze from the Witcher. Geralt noted the way her expression had fallen and the way she seemed almost hesitant to continue. "I was on my way to the North. I can't remember much but someone, a group of people I think, attacked. Even my guards couldn't stop them." She recalled, the memorises seeming to leave a sting at her chest.

"What are you going up North for?" Geralt queried.

"A wedding." It seemed funny to her now. Getting married while she stood on ground that wasn't meant for her feet. "My wedding. The one which was meant to reunited the elves and the humans finally." Once again, Geralt was reminded of how different these two worlds seemed to be. But then again, they never were going to be similar.

"I'm guessing from that look on your face, you weren't particularly fond of this wedding?" He assumed. From what Geralt had already seen of the girl, she certainly didn't seem like the perfect wife material.

Y/n could only scoff in response to the Witcher, "That's an understatement." She said. "You have no idea how much I begged my parents. I had never even met the boy."

"And, I assume you weren't the only one not fond of the marriage?" Geralt pushed, insinuating that the group that attacked were probably humans displeased with the fact their kind was about to be joined with the elves.

"I don't know who attacked us, Geralt." Y/n answered in honesty. "I never got to see their faces, or whether they were human or elvan."

"And that was your last memory?"

Once more, the girl's eyes fell from his, recalling what she could barely remember. "I was running. I think I had slipped out from the carriage as they were taking out the riders. But all I remember was running. Then it went black, my head hurt and then I woke up here. Some butcher and his wife had found me, took care of me." She paused and, this time, looked directly into Geralt's yellow pupils. "Not even an hour later, their home was raided. They were both murdered and I was once again running." Which had left her here, in the safety of a Witcher and a bard she was scared could be next.

Geralt turned the girl completely, only inches from one another. "I know you might not believe me, but I promise you, I will keep you safe." He spoke.

And while Y/n wanted nothing more than to challenge him on that, she found herself settling into his words. "Still doesn't sound like a plan, Witcher." She commented with a half smile.

"I have a plan." She'd believe that when she saw that.

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Bounty Hunter - Death.

Warnings: swearing, violence, injuries.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Grounder!reader.

Word count: 3172

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You stood beside Octavia, watching as they walked through the gate. You looked at Bellamy, his head was down, blood staining his vest. Even though you were fuming about the whole thing, you couldn’t help but feel the need to wrap your arms around him and bring him comfort. You couldn’t stand seeing the broken look on his face. His eyes caught yours and you knew you had to do something. You stepped forward and started walking towards him, his eyes never leaving yours. If it was any other person, you’d kick and punch, but it was Bellamy. You never knew why you were so drawn to him, what about him exactly that made you throw away your morals and opinions, just to make sure he was alright.

“Are you okay?” You asked him when you reached him, he just shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. What happened out there?” He just looked at you with an unreadable face, but his eyes were telling a different story. “I’m sorry.” He said and walked passed you. You turned to see Pike walking in with an almost happy face, unlike the others.

“Lock it up.” He ordered, then stood on top of a container. “Everybody, listen up. Twenty four hours ago, you elected me your Chancellor.” He said, drawing everyone’s attention. “Every action I’ve taken since, and every action I will take, will be to achieve one sacred goal. The creation of a self-sustaining, prosperous and safe Arkadia.” He said, making the crowd around you cheer, you shook your head. “This morning, on a muddy field, out people payed tribute to those who have been taken from us by sending a massage to the Grounders.” You saw Lincoln coming to stand beside you and Octavia, you turned to look at him and saw a disgusted face, similar to yours. “This land is ours now!” The crowed cheered. “Resist and you will met by force. Fight and you will be greeted by death. Today is a new beginning. Mark it down, remember it. Just like the Grounders will remember it.” He finished, and the crowd cheered for him, cheered for violence and cruelty.

“This is bullshit.” You said, shaking your head and walking away, but a hand caught your arm. You turned to see Lincoln, a look of pain on his face, you knew he felt the same as you, the same pain for your people who were slaughtered. You took a deep breath and looked toward Bellamy, he was already watching you, but looked away when Pike walked in front of him, joining him.

You spotted Kane walking towards the entrance and followed him. “Kane!” You called, making him turned around. “Please tell me you have a plan. We can’t let this go on.”

“I do, meet me outside the Chancellor’s office, bring Lincoln.” He said and walked away. You quickly walked to Lincoln, grabbing his arm and saying nothing. “Chit laik yu doing?” What are you doing? He asked you.

“No Trig, remember?” You said angrily and continued dragging him to the office.

“Where are we going?” He asked once you got closer. “Kane has a plan, he asked me to bring you and meet him at the Chancellor’s office.” You explained. You waited for a few seconds before Kane showed up.

“Good, you’re both here.” He said and stood beside you.

“What are we supposed to do?” You asked.

“Just follow my lead.”

You didn’t have time to ask more questions because the door opened, revealing Bellamy. He froze when your eyes locked. “He’s ready for you.” He said and looked down, starting to walk away but Lincoln stopped him.

“What the hell happened out there?”

“We did what we had to do.” He replied, eyes not focusing on anything.

“Wake up.” Kane stepped in front of him. “You attacked an army that was here to help us. You murdered innocent people. Is that who you are now? You thought you couldn’t live with yourself after Mount Weather? Well, you’ve just started a war that will kill us all.”

“You need to wake up.” Bellamy said. “And don’t tell me the difference between Azgeda and Trikru.” You saw Lincoln’s hands ball into fists, his anger ready to unleash. You wanted to stop him, to place your hand on his and relax him, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as angry as he was. “Trikru killed 37 of my friends before you even touched the ground.” Bellamy said, making Lincoln turn to him with a face of shock and anger. “We didn’t start anything. They did.” He finished.

“They?” Lincoln asked, stepping forward, making Bellamy turn to him. “You know what I mean.” He said, making Lincoln even angrier. He stepped closer to him. “I used to.” He said and walked away.

Kane turned to you. “Go after him, I’ll keep you updated.” You nodded and glanced at Bellamy before walking away, taking the same route as Lincoln. He was walking toward the wall, leaning his back on it.

“Emo don frag op ai kru, landed raun a territory dei de nou theirs. Emo were ones chon threatened yumi, nou moun edei raun.” They killed my people, landed in a territory that was not theirs. They were the ones who threatened us, not the other way around. He snapped and balled his fists again. This time, you did stop him.

“Linkon. Chek au ai.” Look at me. You said and placed your hands on his shoulders. “Dison laik nou eno, oso still yu don hope. Kane has a geimbreika, he na help yumi. Ba ai gaf yu gon stay focused, dula op nou let bilaik anger get au kom control. Channel em en kep in em , yu na gaf em. Ba nou nau.” This is not the end, we still have hope. Kane has a plan, he will help us. But I need you to stay focused, do not let your anger get out of control. Channel it and keep it, you will need it. But not now.

You saw his body start to relax before he nodded. “Chof. Ai laik fiya gon Belomi, ai get in yu gifa in gon em.” Thank you. I’m sorry for Bellamy, I know you care for him.

“Ai dula op, ba em does nou change chit he don dula.” I do, but it doesn’t change what he did. You said and looked away, thinking about your words. What he did really changed how you felt about him? No. You knew how much he cared for Octavia, you knew that he thought this was the way to protect her and to erase his guilt, but it wasn’t. And it was your job to make him see that. You stayed only for him and you intended to keep staying for him.

“As much as ai hofli na angry gon em, he has a good heart, en ai hope u na na able gon make em mafta op em. En nou chit Pike ste telling em.” As much as I may be angry at him, he has a good heart, and I hope you will be able to make him follow it. And not what Pike is telling him. Lincoln said, making you look back at him, your eyebrows raised.

“Ai hope krei seintaim, fou he na dula op something he na regret rest kom em life.” I hope so too, before he’ll do something he will regret for the rest of his life. You shook your head before you could drown in your thoughts. “Kom op ona, Abbi asked ai gon gyon au ai op em.” Come on, Abby asked me to go see her. You said and started walking away, hearing Lincoln’s footsteps behind you.

You walked into medical, Abby coming to stand in front of you. “Good, for once you actually listened to me.” She said before motioning you to sit on one of the beds. “Take off your jacket, it’s time for your stitches to come off.” You did as she asked, taking off your jacket and placing it beside you. She inspected your stitches before going to grab whatever it is she needed. You turned to look at all the sick people in the room, your face turned down. Abby came back and started pulling the stitches out. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” She said and you nodded.

A few guards walked into the room, one of them pulling the blanket off of a man and pulling him up. You frowned, then looked over to Pike and Bellamy who entered the room after them.

Abby walked over to Pike. “What are you doing? These are sick people.” She snapped at him. You stood up from the bed, watching the two interact. “You can’t just throw them out into the cold.”

“They’re not.” He said, eyes moving to glance at you as you stepped forward. “They’re being Interned.”

You looked at Bellamy, but his eyes weren’t on you, they weren’t even on Pike or Abby, they were focused on the people that were being thrown out of their beds, made to walk although the couldn’t even speak. You recognized the look he had, it was the same look he gave you when he said he was sorry after returning from the slaughter. He felt guilty, but he didn’t show it.

“What?” Abby asked in disbelief.

You saw Lincoln coming to stand beside you, glaring at Pike. “Lincoln,” Bellamy said to him, “you don’t want to be here right now.” He said, making you look at him with surprise. It felt as if every word he said since he came back weren’t his, it was like someone put them in his mouth. His voice wasn’t his and his face was still, emotionless.

Lincoln stepped forward, glaring at Pike. “We asked them to come here.” He said in a strained voice.

“We can’t spare the supplies.” Pike said.

A guard pulled a woman from her bed, her eyes were closed and it was clear she was in no condition to move. “Denea.” Lincoln said, stepping forward.

“Lincoln, no.” Abby said as the guard put his hand on his gun, the other one pulling Denea from the bed.

“She is too sick to move.” You said and stepped forward, getting in the guard’s face. He looked back at Denea. “Looks like she’s moving just fine to me.” He said shrugging.

“Gilmer,” Bellamy stepped forward, “back off.” He turned to Abby. “Abby, why did you bring her here?” He asks her, making your eyes roll.

“She needed to take out my stitches, you got a problem with that?” You bit back, now glaring at Bellamy, but was distracted by Denea collapsing to the floor. You stepped forward, wanting to help her but Gilmer pushed you back forcefully. You pushed him back, making his back hit the adage of the bed. He glared at you and punched you in the side, you unhealed wound burning, making you fall back and groan in pain, putting your hand on it.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Lincoln said and before punching him in the face, knocking him to the ground and climbing on top of him, hitting him. “Lincoln-“ Bellamy tried to stop him but he turned and elbowed him in the face. For a second, you forgot about the pain in your side and everything that was happening and looked at Bellamy, concern written on your features. Lincoln got up and walked to Bellamy, backing him towards the wall.

“Lincoln, stop.” You said, not wanting for what you knew was about it happen to happen. You ignore the surprised look Bellamy sent you and walked forward, placing your hand on Lincoln’s shoulder.

“Lincoln!” Abby said, finally drawing his attention away from Bellamy. He eyes turned to Denea who was will laying on the floor, then at Pike who was pointing a gun to her head. The anger you tried to hold in, the anger you’ve been feeling throughout this whole mess with Pike, suddenly bursting. You walked to Pike, punching the guard who was trying to stop you and pulled out your knife, pressing it against Pike’s throat. “You kill her, I kill you.” You snarled.

“Stop, step back, please. You don’t want to do this.” Bellamy said, stepping passed Lincoln to place his hand on your shoulder. But all you saw was red. “Fuck off, Blake, you have no say in this.” Yoy snapped at him before turning back to Pike. “Put the gun down, Pike, because I will kill you.”

“Just like you killed that assassin? He was the enemy, I’m not-“

“You are!” You yelled, cutting him off. “You are locking up sick, innocent people who are only here because you told them you would help them.”

“I never invited them here, Kane did. And he’s not in charge anymore, I am. And if you have a problem with that, then you can go with them.” He said, stepping closer to you, your knife pressing harder to his throat.

“Not before I kill you.” You said and moved the life slightly aside to slash his throat and finally out on end to this, but a guard came up behind you and before you could react, he pushed a shock baton to your back, making your grip on the knife loosen and you fell to your knees. The guard pulled out his gun to shoot you but Pike stopped him.

“Don’t, she will be executed for her crimes, but not now. Take them to lockup, him too.”

The guard pulled you to your feet, then punching you in the face, in your dazed state you fell back, you side hitting the edge on the bed, making you cry out in pain.

“That’s enough.” Bellamy snapped and pushed him back, making his way to you. You were still leaning heavily on the bed, panting in pain. “Are you okay?” He asked you and placed his hand on your back, ready to help you. “I’m fine. Get your hands off of me.” You said and pushed him back as hard as you could, which wasn’t that hard due to your state. Lincoln stepped forward, walking passed Bellamy to help you up. A guard went to stop him but Bellamy put his hand on his chest. “Let him help her.”

You looked at him, but didn’t glare at him. Instead, you tried to reach out to him and sent him a grateful look, to which he returned with a nod, his face softening for a second.

He helped you down the hallway as you heard shouts of his name from behind you. “Lincoln! Lincoln!” Octavia came running to you. “What happened?” She asked.

“I’m okay. Don’t fight this.” He said and gave her a reassuring look before being pushed down the hallway. “He’s right.” Bellamy said from beside Octavia, but she ignored him. “Lincoln, what the hell is going on?” He couldn’t answer her as he was pushed into the cage, making you almost fall, but he tightened his grip on you. He turned to Bellamy, now glaring at him from behind bars.

“I saw what you did to Lexa’s army.” You heard her faintly. “Bellamy, you killed everyone!” She yelled making you and Lincoln step forward, now more interested in the conversation between the two siblings. He whispered something to her, but whatever it was only angered her more. “What’s wrong? You’re not proud of massacring an army that here to help us?”

They whispered around more before he grabbed her arm, leading her out of the room. Lincoln helped you sit down on one of the benches.

“Laik yu kei?” Are you okay? He asked you, eyes falling to your stomach. You nodded. “Ai laik ku, ba ai laik joken angry.” I’m fine, but I’m fucking angry. You said, your leaning your elbows on your knees. Lincoln sat down beside you, putting a comforting hand on your back. “Kep in dei de anger, oso na fig au a edei au.” Keep that anger, we will find a way out. You smiled as he repeated your words form earlier.

“Copy cat.” You said, making him chuckle. “Em na kei, Linkon. Em yumi briyon.” She’ll be okay, Lincoln. She’s smart.

He nodded, keeping his head down. You sat in the cell for what felt hours. You laid on the floor, then started pacing, then sat back on the bench. At some point, Abby came to bandage your stomach properly, and then it was back to pacing the cell. To say you were bored would be an understatement. Your anger was still boiling inside you, and you knew it would be a matter of time before you did something reckless. So you tried to focus your thoughts on Bellamy. Before all of that’s happened, back in Mount Weather. That place held many awful memories, but it was where you really met Bellamy. Your mind went back to the both of you, sitting on the cold floor, waiting for Maya to bring you the schematics.

“Rest, I’ll look out.”

You could almost feel his arms around you, could almost smell his scent. You wanted to hold him so bad, to run your hand through his hair and to see his smile. Fuck, you haven’t seen him smile since you parted at Mount Weather right before the attack. It seemed like all emotion was gone from his face since he went under Pike’s rule. You missed him, the old Bellamy. And you hoped you could make him see the right way, to make him smile again. You got up and started pacing again, trying to shut out your thoughts.

“Careful.” You heard from behind you, turning to see Miller standing on the other side of the bars. “This one doesn’t like to be chained up.” He said while looking at you. You rolled your eyes, not giving him any other response but glaring at him. “You boyfriend’s not here to save your ass this time. He finally saw you for who you are, nothing but a worthless Grounder.”

You walked forward, keeping your glare. He looked at the guard beside him before opening the small door, passing you a small bottle of pills. “It’s from Abby.” He explained. “For Denea.” You nodded, taking the bottle from him. “It’s nice to see you, Miller.” You smiled. “Yeah, you too.” You walked to Denea, pulling out one pill and handing it to her. “Em ste kom Abbi, em na help.” It’s from Abby, it will help. You told her. She nodded and swallowed the pill. “Chof.” Thank you. She said. You nodded and got up, walking to the wall and sliding down. You felt yourself growing tired and decided that if you were going to be here until you die, then might get some rest while at it. So you took your jacket, using it as a pillow. You stared at the ceiling, sighing, waiting for death yet again.

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