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ink-flavored · 5 months

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Pride & Justice Side Characters: Pride's Friends

In the story, Pride trips and falls into making exactly three (3) friends, and one cat. This is a post about them!

Picrews here: Nellseto's Maker, TOON ME! Body types A and B, Djarn's Character Maker, felidaze's warrior cat creator, Cat Creator || ネコアイコンメーカー, felidaze's cool cat creator

Olivia "Ollie" Clearwater

She/They | Trans Butch Lesbian | "Only motherfucker in this city who can handle me." - Pride, probably

Olivia grew up with extreme Christian fundamentalists for parents, controlled and sheltered all her life. Her only knowledge of queerness was as a one-way trip to Hell, and her knowledge of transness was non-existent. Even as deeply closeted as she was, Ollie chafed against her parents' strict upbringing, and began lashing out at an early age—and suffering the consequences.

In her attempts to free herself, even momentarily, Ollie found smoking and "the devil's music" to be particularly freeing. By thirteen, she was regularly sneaking packs of cigarettes and death metal albums into her room, and taking them with her every time she left so they wouldn't be found. Making up excuses about kids smoking at the bus stop saved her for a little while, but she knew it was only a matter of time.

Desperate, she held on until her she graduated, shipped off to college, and then her deep dive into everything forbidden began. The longer she strayed on the outskirts of what her parents found acceptable, the more she discovered. From metal, to grunge, to punk, Ollie found the queer community on her college campus and beyond, After so many years, she finally discovered herself.

Time ran out at the end of her first visit back home for the holidays. All her secrets exploded from her in a heated argument, and her parents instantly cut contact. With no money to pay tuition, Ollie had no choice but to leave her degree unfinished. And with nowhere to go, she was homeless for several years, couch-surfing with her few college friends, and sleeping on the streets.

After what felt like a lifetime of strife, she found solace in the community aid the local punk scene strung together for her. They helped her find temporary housing, work, and have a life again. Now in her early thirties, she credits them to this day for allowing her to live the rest of her life, and is active in fiercely defending it and supporting people like her.

Though Olivia does not dream of labor, she makes ends meet working retail, and spends a significant chunk of it on edibles as she attempts to quit smoking after nearly two decades.

Sofía Torres-Iglesias

She/Her | Cis Lesbian | The obligatory catgirl in every queer friend group

Sofía was born a second-generation immigrant to her Mexican parents, having a familiar childhood that many queer people might recognize—feeling different, but without the language to explain why. When she was young, she simply didn't understand why anyone would want a boyfriend in the first place. Growing older, and learning how strange it was for her to turn up her nose family members asking about her non-existent boy crushes, she bottled the feeling and tried not to think about it too much. She spent time with her friends and nodded along with all the teenage squealing about the boys from her school, and saying what people wanted to hear when asked about her own preferences.

Eventually, she found the words of her community. She sat on the knowledge for years, until coming out to her parents in a nervous rush before her quinceañera. After a lot of tears and hugging, the celebration went off without a hitch, with Sofía confident her parents supported her.

However, as time went on, it seemed clear that they supported her... insofar as they accepted her "experimenting" in this "phase." They were confused about how she could possibly be a lesbian because she loved pink, and kittens, and femininity—nothing like the marimacho they imagined queer women to be. It took Sofía a long time to establish with them how to talk about her sexuality and her community in ways that didn't make her want to scream, in addition to convincing them that she would never find "the right man" to "fix" her.

After many more years, a few messy early-twenties-relationships, Sofía was finally able to convince her parents it wasn't a phase. At last, she could breathe.

She met Ollie in her late twenties at a gay bar, and they rented the U-Haul a month later. Three years have passed, they're still together, sharing an apartment and a cat named Marbles. Sofía has a day-job tutoring kids in Spanish, but hopes to one day be able to afford to go to veterinary school.

Dante Price

They/Them | Nonbinary Asexual | Can and will quote the Divine Comedy verbatim

Dante's first canvas was always their own body. The story of their young self using finger-paints on everything except the paper was a popular anecdote of their parents, to the point where everyone at church could recite it word-for-word. This love of art continued through their childhood, from crayons to paints to their mother's make-up and it was all fine—until it suddenly wasn't.

On a dime, Dante's creativity was stifled. Their hands slapped away from eye shadow and lipstick, there was suddenly an acceptable art, and an unacceptable art. Growing up with a younger sister brought the unfairness into sharp relief—she was allowed to toy with make-up, dolls, and glitter. But Dante wasn't.

Nothing that was shoved into their hands as "proper" ever felt right. Not sports, martial arts, or any school subject sat right with them. They struggled to stay focused on anything except art, doodles getting snatched up and torn to pieces in class as punishment for their lack of attention. Later, they would be diagnosed with ADHD, years too late to save them from a miserable public school experience.

Dante drifted through life, listless and feeling destined to fail. The things they loved weren't allowed, and the things they sucked at were the only way to succeed. Stuck in the middle of an impossible situation, there was nothing they could do.

One place they escaped this limbo was in Dante's Divine Comedy, obsessed with the epic poem to the point of near-encyclopedic knowledge. The journey consumed them, a trip through Hell, into Heaven, and finally finding God and the love that aligns a soul. Such a path felt impossible for them, but they clung to the possibility.

School sucked, with shit grades, few friends, and net-zero interest in dating anyone or anyone dating them. Home sucked, with an air of disappointment hanging above their parents' heads. But one day, they would escape it. That they would exit Hell, and scrape their way to Heaven.

Before they knew it, high school was over, and Dante was expected to have a plan. They went to community college, because they had to do something, and joined the GSA after reading the word "asexual" on a flier. The more meetings they attended, the more they talked about existing in the in-between, the more the rest of their life started to make sense. It felt like climbing closer to Heaven, and Dante named themself after their favorite poet, hoping beyond hope it would give them strength.

They mulled over coming out for a long time. Their parents were just now starting to feel proud of them—would this ruin it? Would they be trapped forever? Dante tested the waters by telling their sister, Aria, and cried from relief when she accepted them, said she would help.

It was... a difficult series of conversations. Their parents were confused, not understanding what "nonbinary" even meant, or how Dante could be asexual when they haven't ever dated anyone—they were just inexperienced. But they agreed to use Dante's new name and pronouns, and that was more than Dante expected. And, to help them the rest of the way along, they offered some of the resources the GSA handed out, to help them through the process.

Things got better faster than they ever expected. Much less than simply tolerating their queerness, Dante witnessed their parents switch to a more progressive church in the name of respecting it. They bought make-up again, learned how to use it like paint on a canvas, something they also found love in after so many years of getting their art torn to shreds.

Now, with a supportive community, family, and self, Dante is working toward an art degree, and basking in the light of the love that set their soul right.

Marbles

He/Him | Grey & White Tabby | No thoughts. Only treats.

Sofía's beloved cat. He has one brain cell the size of a marble that bounces around his skull. He is very spoiled and enjoys ear scratches.

#original writing #original fiction #original character #original characters #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community #annika talks #Pride & Justice #P&J #Ollie #Sofia #Dante #still in the research phase for some of the details so dont come at me if its cringe

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spaceorphan18 · 6 months

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Okay guys! I have watched all of Hearstopper -- as picked by you!

And here are my thoughts!

I'm going to put it under a cut -- Idk if people are worried about spoilers? Idk.

My overall, quick thoughts are that I liked it! It's a well done show, and I'm glad that there's a celebratory LGBT+ youth show that isn't reliant on trauma porn in the way that Euphoria is. (I haven't seen Euphoria - but based on what I do know, it'd be too much for me.)

I think, though, I have some complicated feelings about the show, though, more so concerning my place in life and less about the show itself. But I guess some reflecting is at hand.

I liked the first season more than the second. Part of it, admittedly, might be because I spent the whole day binging it. And sometimes that's a hard thing in general. I had a nice day -- and as afternoon slipped into the evening, it kind of felt like one of those relaxing days where you curl up with hot cocoa on a snowy, winter day. It's comforting. I enjoyed my day - but it was probably too much by the end of it. I was getting antsy about moving on, so that's on me, and my issues of not being able to parcel things out.

I think the other part of it is the realization as the second season was playing that I've spent the last thirty years watching some kind of variation of the stories being told. And while I think it's great that Gen Z has this, and that the LGBTQ+ community has this, I feel like I've seen it all before. This isn't a criticism of the show -- it's more so that I don't think I'm invested in these kinds of stories anymore. It's kind of interesting, in a way, that it doesn't matter sexuality or gender or what age you're growing up in, there are some themes that are universal.

Alright - so some more specific thoughts:

I do like the Nick and Charlie pairing. They're very sweet together, and I think the show does a good job of exploring it as a growing, awkward teenage relationship.

I also like the way they've handled Charlie's eating disorder. I usually hate eating disorder story lines in media -- and this one was handled in a really nuanced way, and I think that's really cool.

I think one reason I didn't like the second season as much as the first, though, is that the first is a real exploration of Nick and Charlie -- with everyone else as a supporting cast. And the second season kind of falls into the pitfall of being a little too bloated as they try to expand on everyone. As well as -- making it about everyone coupling off and less about the friendship. Don't get me wrong, they make sure to show everyone as a supportive group, and that's great, but friendship dynamics just didn't factor as much, and I hate when shows get so caught up in romantic dynamics that that's all it focuses on. Plus, Nick and Charlie almost got pushed to the background of their own story.

I have never read the graphic novels or the web comic so I have no frame of reference -- but Charlie's sister is straight out of a comic strip. I don't know if that works as much on screen, but man you could tell. (I felt that way about early Tao, too.)

The family dynamic stuff of the second season was... fine. But, I really do love Olivia Coleman as Nick's mom. She does a lot with a little.

I like Tao and Elle as characters (and really like that being bi-racial and trans is part of her identity but not her whole character), and while their romance was telegraphed early on, I can't say that I'm all that interested in it. And I feel like across all media, the cliche of one person wanting to choose their career and their romantic partner has to deal with that just feels... tired.

(Honestly - I think there's a story here about how you think you are in love with someone - and you try to date them only to find out you're better friends, is a more interesting angle, but I knew it wasn't going to go that way.)

I do love Tao's mom though. She is a delight and I love her.

Okay, here comes probably my most controversial opinion. I really wasn't a fan of the f/f story. The problem is, unlike Nick and Charlie who get to be nuanced, real characters. The girls identities and story are completely tied to the fact that they are lesbians. They really aren't developed outside of their lesbianism and I find that really unfortunate. I'm glad there is a lesbian couple on the show - I feel like they're underserved in media as a whole, but I really just don't like this story line or these characters very much.

That said - I'm really glad that there's so much f/f friendship on the show, and that there are a lot of instances of females supporting each other.

And then there's Isaac. I really love him as a character, and I absolutely LOVE that they put asexuality on the show -- seriously, as someone who is borderline asexual, it's so, so refreshing to see a teen going through a lot of what I went through as a teen. My one problem is that as the show erases a lot of the friendship dynamics for romantic ones, Isaac gets a little lost. Isaac is on his own? Oh that's fine -- he has his books. Geez, c'mon show. Let him have one conversation with one of his friends about how he feels -- and less of his melancholy, balcony brooding. (Again - there were definitely group scenes where they made sure he was included - but let's face it, Isaac is still a third tier character.)

Okay, and then there's another big issue I had overall, which, again, is less to do with this show, and more to do how certain things are portrayed in teen media. I really kind of hate the notion that your troubles will be your troubles until you find a magic partner who makes all those troubles go away. The world... just doesn't work like that, and you will have so many people in your life who will love and support you, and I wish these shows didn't zero in on romantic relationships to save or fix you. I know the narrative wasn't trying to do this -- but sometimes I roll my eyes when it feels presented that you aren't worthy of being you until someone romantically interested validates you.

The kind of background love story of the two teachers I found amusing. They're both great minor characters -- I would totally watch a show about them. The rugby coach, too, is a fantastic character. I'm glad the adults in this show aren't complete buffoons.

Overall, the show, on a technical level, looks really good. I did love the little added animations that popped up -- in a way to show the graphic novel origins.

So yeah. Look. This sounds like I hated the show when I really didn't. It is very sweet, and I am looking forward to a third season. But I'm being nitpicky of things I've seen over and over in teen media for the past thirty years that, honestly, did detract my viewing pleasure. That said -- I do think stand by what I said earlier in that it's something great for people who are of the correct age, and who are experiencing these stories for the first time. There are so many worse alternatives that I enjoy the fairy tale-esqueness of this one.

#heartstopper #as chosen by you guys

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elialys · 14 days

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This chapter was supposed to feature the start of all the Jacksonville angst, but Peter and Olivia decided that nope, not yet, so you get "upcoming first date nerves" instead, with dorky banter, more softness, and possibly some smooching 😏

I made a reservation for tomorrow night, casual dress code. Pick you up at 7:30?

This text, received almost an hour ago, is responsible for Olivia tying up her hair and scrubbing the entirety of her kitchen within the next thirty minutes—stove and oven included.

Her sudden bout of cleanliness having passed as quickly as it’d flared up, she’s now standing in front of her wardrobe, glass of whiskey in hand, staring at her clothes with a glower. Everywhere she looks, all she sees are work shirts, dark trousers, and suit jackets.

Barely a hint of color in sight.

You stay fit. Stay focused and stay ready. I wore the blacks and grays. I blended in. But the call never came.

It never came.

She chases Nick Lane’s voice away the way she always does, whenever she’s reminded of any similarity between her and the other Cortexiphan subjects she’s met or heard about in the last eighteen months, unwilling to think too much about the impact this particular childhood trauma had on her.

Currently unable to pick something to wear for her date with Peter, she finds it hard not to overthink everything, unfortunately. Her emotions where he’s concerned have been a bit chaotic for a while, but it’s gotten nothing short of absurd in the last few days, especially since that evening she spent at his place—more specifically since those timeless moments under his porch, barely sheltered from the pouring rain.

The thing about Peter, she’s come to realize, is that he makes her forget for a while. What a freak show her life has become.

For brief moments in time, Olivia stops thinking about Fringe events, about shapeshifters and alternate universes. She doesn’t think about any of that, focused instead on the intoxicating immediacy of whatever it is she feels when she’s with him.

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#Peter x Olivia #polivia #Olivia Dunham #Peter Bishop #Anna Torv #Josh Jackson #fringe #fringefox #fringe fics #as always mostly posting this into the tumblr fic void but ah well #for those who care #Gravity

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kvrokasaa · 1 month

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PT 2: More New People

Ever since that small run-in with Tabito, you've been seeing him everywhere. From the lobby (which shouldn't be too surprising) to the nearby market. Your friends keep saying that he's following you, but you don't believe that. You're not the type of person who thinks so highly of themself. A cute boy following you? Yeah right. He probably just has the same routine as you.

You sigh and get out of bed, time to get another cup of coffee and head down to the train station. It's been almost 2 whole weeks since moving into your new apartment, and almost every day, you've been seeing your friends. Olivia leaves for Spain in a week, so you've been trying to get in some last good memories before she goes. However, Olivia thinks it's fun to go to the club every day. You gave your excuses the first three times, but now you have no choice.

So, today is packed full of working (which is just writing) and then going to the club. When Olivia proposed the club idea for the fourth time, you decided to look into it; and of course, she chose the club that has the high risk of being drugged. Judging from the look of it alone, at least. But you still decide to go, your friend is leaving and you don't know when you'll see her again.

After a full day of writing, for what you hope is the next best seller, you decide it's time to get ready. You do your routine, shower, put on some makeup, and waste thirty minutes trying to find something to wear. You opt for a cute dress, it's casual but also a little skin-tight.

Your phone chimes and you walk over to it. A text from Hana.

'We're outside, don't take too long. Olivia is gonna blow a fuse if she doesn't get to the club soon.'

You laugh at the text, sounds like something Olivia would do. After scoping through your purse, making sure you have everything, you head to the front door. The keys jingle in your hands from the movement of closing and locking your door.

You sigh and turn around.

"Oh hey, funny running into you." The voice catches you off guard, it wasn't Karasu's voice. You turn to face the unknown person and see a man about as tall as Karasu, he has blonde and green hair. He has a bored look on his face, but his eyes show all his emotions. "You must be the new neighbor," he reaches out and grabs your hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back. "It's nice to finally meet you, the name's Otoya." You blush at the thought of Karasu talking about you. Does he think about you too?

Otoya's smirk widens when he sees your blush, of course, he thinks it's because of him. "It's common etiquette to tell someone your name," he finishes with a small chuckle. You take your hand from him, smoothing it over your dress. "Y/n, that's all you need to know." You can tell that Otoya means trouble.

Before he can respond, you take your leave. After getting into the elevator, the biggest sigh leaves your mouth. It was so stuffy there, you hope he won't still be there when you get home. The elevator doors open after two minutes; low and behold, Karasu is standing there, texting on his phone. Once he hears the doors open, he looks up and shuts off his phone. His cologne fills the tiny space in seconds. Your mouth quirks up to a tiny, shy smile. "Hey," you slightly wave. He smiles as he moves out of the way, letting you step out of the elevator.

"How're you doing?" He asks. His eyes wander down to your dress and they widen. "You look nice," Karasu clears his throat, "You going somewhere?" A small blush makes its way to your cheeks. "Yeah, I'm going to the club."

You could've sworn you saw his eyes darken. It's probably just your mind playing games with you. "I-I should go, it was nice to see you, Karasu."

You make your way past him. Your perfume filled his nose and a small, quiet groan left his throat.

"Damn, took you long enough," Sabrine crossed her arms over her chest. Her face gave away all her emotions. Sabrine's never been the one to wait; when she wants something, she's going to get it. You sigh as you get into the car, "Yeah, sorry about that. Got held up." Olivia laughed as she put her arm over your shoulder, "Yeah probably by the 'pretty boy' right?" She teased.

You didn't answer, but no answer is an answer. "Let's just go," you huffed out.

After an hour of blasting music and a little speeding, you all get to the club. The booming music was almost too much, and you haven't gone inside yet. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself before you took the final step into the building.

The lights flickered with colors, blue, red, green, and multiple others. There were some people who were mingling next to the bar, and others dancing. Hana took your hand and led you to the bar, her grip tightening a little bit.

You both ordered what you wanted and the drinks came out rather quick. You didn't really feel like dancing, so you stayed near the bar, chatting with Hana about your lives. "Ooh, cute guy is coming over here," Hana winked and walked away.

"Hana!" You tried to protest, but she left and started to dance with Olivia and Sabrine. You fixed your hair and smoothed your dress down. All of a sudden, you felt out of place, but you took a deep breath and gathered as much courage as you could (AKA chugging down your drink). "Hey, I saw you from other there," the guy points to where he was standing originally. "And I thought you're pretty cute."

You laughed a little, "Confident, aren't you?" He chuckled. He ordered a drink and turned back to you. "Well, to be honest, I'm really nervous. You're like way out of my league." You chuckled and shook your head.

"Oh, my name is Oliver." He clarified. You nodded, "Well it's nice to meet-" "Y/n! Shots, let's get shots!" Olivia interrupted you. She looked over at Oliver and gasped, "Oh? Am I interrupting something?" Oliver chuckled and shook his head, "Nah, you're all good, jus' talking." Olivia hummed and handed you a shot of tequila, "Take it, for me? Please?" She dragged out and gave you puppy eyes.

You smiled and took the shot at the same time as her. You closed your eyes and hissed, "Shit, it's always so spicy." Oliver laughed, "Need a lemon?" You playfully rolled your eyes.

#kvrokasaa #bllk kaiser #bllk otoya #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #tabito karasu x reader #karasu tabito x reader #bllk karasu #karasu tabito

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 month

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Have you read books with the heroine being the one pursuing the hero?

Oh def! When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden is always my major one, as she's actively pursuing him while he's resistant lol.

Rules for a Proper Governess by Jennifer Ashley has the heroine very intently purpose her boss, who's a good bit older than her. It's very "don't stand so close to me".

Olivia and The Masked Duke by Grace Callaway is another one where the heroine is a good bit younger than the hero (10-12 years) and he's her dad's friend who's known her since she was about 12? Which I know sounds bad but it was totally above board I swear. Anyway, she never saw him a truly sexual light until she spied on him spanking another woman. And then. THEEEEN she begins chasing him HARD while he's like "ma'am, I CANNOT".

Her Husband's Harlot, also by Grace, has a heroine who's married to a man who refuses to touch her due to his own damage, and she's so determined to have him that she disguises herself as a sex worker and it does indeed work. The Duke in Question also has a heroine who I would say is kinda pushing the agenda along, as it were. Glory and The Master of Shadows also has this vibe because Glory is pursuing Wei hard and Wei is like "she's basically my student, this cannot be!!!"

Oooh, another dad's friend one--My Dirty Duke by Joanna Shupe. The heroine is 18-20, the hero is her dad's 43-year-old close friend. He resists while she chases. For a minute.

The Arrow by Monica McCarty is a guardian/ward romance where he's sooo convinced that she's too young for him (she's sincerely not lol) but she DOGGEDLY chases him.

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at The Time by Kylie Scott--contemporary dad's friend romance, the heroine chased when she was younger. She had a crush on him, he was 15 years her senior and decidedly uninterested, but when she turned 18 she basically jumped into his lap and took her top off and her dad happened to walk in at that moment and it almost ruined the friendship. So she comes back after seven years of being away, and the tension is Real. She's not really pursuing in the present day, but the backgrounded reminded me of this.

Deep by Kylie Scott is another one where I'd say the background context helps. The heroine is a college coed, around 20-22, the hero is late twenties/early thirties and is the bass player for a rock band. Her sister (an earlier heroine) married the drummer, who's taken the heroine on as a little sister type. However, the heroine has been pursuing the bass player guy, who's like... kinda resistant because Bro Code, but not really. You see the background in this book with flashbacks in the beginning, where they're building a friendship, she's flirting a lot, he's like "I shouldn't"... and then they do. And it's a one night thing. And she ends up knocked the fuck up lol.

The Ivy Leavold trilogy by Sierra Simone is this for sure lol. It's an erotic romance with kink, general BDSM, and group sex, so be warned. It's also basically like a kinky Jane Eyre, but with a hornier heroine while the hero is like "Ivy, I am a BEAST AND A BASTARD". Very funny, very hot.

I'd say Praise by Sara Cate has this in the beginning--the heroine is the recent ex of the hero's semi-estranged son, so he's very "we should NOT" but... he folds pretty quickly.

Never Seduce a Scot by Maya Banks has a heroine who pursues the heroine more, but a lot of that is because she's deaf and due to medieval mores he thinks she's intellectually delayed and therefore not someone he should sleep with, despite them being in an arranged marriage. He's trying to be ethical, basically, and he doesn't get that she WANTS IT.

Matilda Halifax Learns the Value of Restraint by Alexandra Vasti--the heroine is the shyer Halifax sister, and she's drawn erotic sketches of the hero that someone lifts and publishes. So he's PISSED, but also so into her because it's clear that she (like he) is kinky. She starts being like "teach me" basically, and pushing towards him.

How to Marry a Marquess by Stacy Reid has a heroine pursuing her scandalous friend who's very sure that she wouldn't be able to handle the fallout of being married to him. But she just neeeds seduction lessons, you see. For some other guy!

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs

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aria-ashryver · 2 months

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It's a totally random ask, I just checked the time and thought you're probably in the hospital rn, and then I realised it's been a while since you updated us on pretty nurses situation 💅🏼

(anyone cuter than Vidya perhaps? 👀)

🩺Aria's Top Ten Nurses 🏥

because sitting in the hospital for hours on end is boring so we make dumb little lists to pass the time which you absolutely do not have to read lol

(cw: theres a photo of an IV line in my arm under the cut)

#10 - Gary (vascular access technician)

ultimate gruff old dad. excellent banter. always tells me to keep out of trouble when he's done setting my lines. finger guns for days. he's only coming in 10th bc he tried to convince me to get a permanent line fitted and the concept of that terrifies me (hence why i have instead opted for over a hundred individual injections to date)

#9 - Cincy (chemo ward nurse)

incredibly soft spoken. shy to the point of painful. apologises for everything. she was there on the day of the pincushion tally high score, and even though my veins have recovered a lot since then, she always has a look of fear in her eyes when she goes to set my lines. I'm sorry Cincy, please stop being so scared of me.

#8 - Olivia (chemo ward nurse)

peak tsundere ice queen. super pretty. magically long black hair. has never smiled in her life. pretty sure she secretly enjoys inflicting pain on people, because she always sets the cannula in my cephalic vein (beneath the thumb on the side of the wrist) to "give my dorsal arch veins some time to recover" and HOLY FUCK THEY HURT. one time she laughed* at one of my jokes and it was the best day of my life.

*it was a begrudging huff of air through her nose and then she rolled her eyes, but it counts dammit.

#7 - Claire (clinic nurse)

tiny Irish lady. always got too much on her plate. why does she run everywhere. always makes me giggle when she does my obs and pre-checks bc my meds sound funny when you say them with an Irish accent. Claire please sit down for like 10 minutes, i beg, you're making me tired.

#6 - Kelly (chemo ward nurse)

only been my nurse once or twice, but i do remember that one time she laughed so hard at one of my jokes that she started choking and had to excuse herself, and the resultant ego boost has shot her up to place #6 on this list

#5 - Warren (vascular access technician)

OMFG Warren you pretty motherfucker. why are so many of these nurses in their late twenties/early thirties and ludicrously hot? this guy looked at me with his big brown eyes and soothing voice, held my hand while he applied some anaesthetic and told me "that's it, good, you're doing so well love". Warren how do you expect me not to fall in love with you??? that is EXACTLY how Vidya got me

#4 - Jax (chemo ward nurse)

i met them on their first day in the chemo ward. they were just supposed to be observing that day -- unfortunately what they observed was the pincushion tally high score. Sorry Jax.

(i.e. they witnessed Cincy and Farah puncturing the ever loving fuck out of my every available vein, failing to set line after line, apologising to me profusely over the course of like half an hour, and then the vascular access team coming in to rescue us all and set my line via ultrasound instead.)

that was a fun one lol.

#3 - Vidya (chemo ward nurse)

the one, the only, my actual wife!!!! 💖🌈 im half convinced she was the product of a fever dream, because one: how is this woman both fucking gorgeous and SO sweet and caring? and two: her shifts have changed and i barely see her these days. Come back Vidya i miss you 😭😭😭

#2 - Farah (chemo ward nurse)

another super pretty nurse! was delighted when i told her tumblr was still a thing. unironically says "slay" and "omg yass!". compliments my outfits without fail every time i go in for treatments. got extremely excited the first time she set a canula in one go after the pincushion tally high score debacle, and then told me "damn girl, you traumatised me that day" lol. Sorry Farah

#1 - Tori (chemo ward nurse)

Tori is my BRO. our banter game is excellent. (she's also super pretty lol). always tells me when there is good shit in the fridge. been my nurse so often that she just feels like a pal. sneaks into the admin office to make sure my appointments are at lunchtime or later (instead of like 8am) whenever she can. once told me it was her opinion as a medical professional that i should treat myself to bubble tea and ice cream.

Congrats Tori, you win the nurse rankings and my entire heart forever!! 💖💖💖

(but so does Vidya bc I am a fucking simp for that woman lbr)

#aria pincushion tally:#106 #tldr:#Vidya super hot #but Olivia Warren Farah and Tori are all really pretty too #i flirt with them for self care lol #also i am so touched that you remember when my treatments are 🥺#why are you the sweetest ever #this is the dumbest list i have ever made lmao

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The Story of You

The long awaited chapter is here! There are so many emotions running through this chapter but it is definitely one of my favorites, and I truly hope that I do not disappoint you guys, I will post the corresponding IG post in a few days! 🤍 All the love, Mar

Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

Part 16: Realization

November 10, 2021: Week Thirty-Six

New York, New York. 6:30 PM

A knock on my door pulled me back from the kitchen I opened the door and Jason was standing there, I smiled and let him in, “Well hello you, looking good”, he laughed, “Hey! it is so nice to see you! And look at that belly! This baby is ready to pop huh?”, I laughed, “Let’s hope he or she holds on until H is back here”

We went into the kitchen where the pasta had just finished cooking, the salad was already on the table along with a pitcher of sweet tea, “Thank you for agreeing to come to dinner here”, he shrugged, “It’s okay, I brought dessert by the way”, my mouth watered when I saw the cookies he had brought

“God, they look so good, are you ready for dinner?”, he nodded, and he helped me serve two plates and we sat down to eat, “So, how are the kids?”, he took a sip of his tea, “They are doing awesome, doctor said everything looked perfect and they are up and running again”, he cleared his throat

“Actually, they’re going to the San Diego show”, I took a sip of my tea, “Aww I hope they love it, Anne will be there, so she will surely have a blast with them”, he nodded, “Is she coming to see you?”, “Yes, she’s coming in on the 21st and will stay for a while”, “That’s good”

I sighed “Yeah”, What’s wrong?”, I chuckled, “I guess I’m anxious this baby decides to come before Harry is back and/or everyone is here”, he squeezed my arm, “If it makes you feel better, I’m staying in New York until Thanksgiving, Olivia will fly with the kids so they can celebrate with me, and then they’ll go visit her parents”

I turned and gave him a small smile, “Well that does make me feel better, I mean the longest it will take him to get here is six hours, but I guess anything can happen”, “Hey, no need to stress, okay? Everything will work out in the end”, I nodded

“And I mean I do have some experience on what happens when a baby decides to come huh?”, I laughed a little at that and wiped the tears that fell from my eyes, “Will you make me a promise?”, he nodded, “When this baby is born and you come meet them, will you bring me a ‘Five Guys’ burger and shake, please”, he laughed, “I promise you will have your burger and shake after you have your baby”

We talked for about two hours more before he realized it was late and left for home, I washed the dishes and sat down to watch some episodes of a show I was hooked on and then went to bed.

November 12, 2021: Week Thirty-Six

Harry. Glendale, Arizona. 3:30 PM

I just got into my hotel and laid down on my bed, although these shows were not really back-to-back, I was so tired, and my stress levels are through the roof, not only because of baby’s pending arrival but also from the conversation I needed to have with Olivia.

I had an idea I wanted to talk with Y/N about, and I wanted to see how she was doing, so I decided to text her and see if she was up for a call

To Y/N <3 (3:35 PM): Hey! You busy?

From Y/N <3 (3:38 PM): Hi! not really, busy folding baby’s laundry while waiting for dinner to be done, you okay?

To Y/N <3 (3:39 PM): Can I call you?

From Y/N <3 (3:38 PM): Sure H

I decided to give it a few seconds before calling her in hopes I didn’t look so desperate, but who am I kidding, I am crazy for her. I dialed her number and after about three rings she answered, “Hey H, how are you?”, “Hi darling, I’m well, how are you? How’s the little baba?”, “Kicking up a storm, they get really excited when I get Braxton-Hicks”

“Just those right?”, she laughed a little, “Yes H, just those; but don’t worry, Jason has agreed to step in if something happens until you can get here”, jealousy filled my stomach, “Oh, you saw each other?”, “Yup, he’s staying here until after Thanksgiving, so until your mum gets here, I’m not as anxious as I was feeling about maybe going into labor”

“That’s all that matters honestly, and I’m thankful you are feeling good”, “So how are you feeling knowing there are only 8 shows left?”, I blew some air through my mouth, “It’s crazy, I still remember the first show and how worried I was that I wouldn’t enjoy each and every single show, but I have enjoyed them, so so much”

“That is what matters H, your fans are so happy to have you back”, “so, I wanted to discuss some things with you”, I sat up while I heard her speak up, “I’m all ears H”, I cleared my throat, “Would you be up to us celebrating Thanksgiving together? like mum and Gem and Michal and my dad will be here, as well as the band”

“Oh, I love that idea! What do you need me to do?”, I laughed, she had always been a busy bee and I knew that this time wouldn’t be the exception, “Nothing, I’m hiring a catering service and my mom will help with arranging my place, I also rented some extra furniture”, “Well then, I’ll help your mum”, she smiled, and I did too.

After thirty minutes of discussing some things related to our baby she said goodbye, and I was left feeling empty because I missed her, and I was also anxious because I knew what was coming for me and Olivia, and I prayed to whoever listened that she would take It well.

November 14, 2021: Week Thirty-Six

Harry. Los Angeles, California. 12:45 PM.

My mom had just texted me that she was picking up her luggage, I let her know I was already outside, it was moments like this that made me hate who I was, I couldn’t even pick up my mom from the airport, I smiled when I saw the ultrasound picture I had set as my background, when a knock on the window pulled me out of my thoughts.

I smiled when I saw my mom and pulled up my hoodie’s cap and got out, we met on the trunk and I gave her a hug and kiss, while I loaded her suitcases she got into her car and I joined her a few moments later, I removed my mask and so did she and we hugged for a few seconds before pulling back.

“Hi baby boy, I have missed you so much!”, “I have missed you too mum, I’m so happy to have you here, shall we head home?”, she nodded and started making our way home, we talked about what we were doing while she was here.

We arrived home and she went into her room while I heated the lunch, I had ordered for us, then we sat down to eat, “Honey this is delicious”, I smiled, “I ordered from them during the pandemic, it is really good isn’t it?”, we ate in silence and after cleaning we sat down to drink some tea, my mom took a sip before talking to me

“How’s Y/N?”, I smiled, “She’s okay, I spoke to her earlier, she had her appointment today”, her smile brightened when I said this, “Oh! Did she get an ultrasound?”, I laughed at her eagerness, “No mum, she had her fetal monitoring as well as her weekly check-up but she decided to wait until you were there for the ultrasound”, she cleaned some tears from her eyes, “This is so surreal, I cannot wait to see her”

I gave her a teasing look, “Are you more excited about her than me?”, and she laughed, “Guilty as charged baby”, we both shared a laugh before she continued speaking, “All jokes aside, I am so happy to be here Harry, I know you have waited for this, and I love watching you perform, but becoming a grandmother, it has been a life dream of mine and since your sister doesn’t seem eager to do so, someone had to take one for the team”

I grabbed her hand, gave it a squeeze and a kiss, “I am happy for you mum, and I cannot wait to see you with the baby, one of my dearest thoughts since I found out I was going to be a dad if I’m honest”, the rest of the ride we were silent listening to the radio. When we got home, I unloaded her bags and dropped her in her room.

Mum let me know she would be taking a shower so made my way into the kitchen, when I opened my fridge I got a text notification, I pulled out the sweet tea I had prepared earlier and poured myself a glass, I smiled at my background photo, I couldn’t wait to see how much they had changed and grown.

I opened my messages and saw I had a new voice note from Olivia, I pressed play and listened to what she sent, “Hi you, how did it go picking up your mom? I hope her flight went well, I am just dropping the kids off at gymnastics, just shoot me a text if it is okay with you if I drop by yeah? My cousin will pick the kids up and they are having a pajama party, so I’m all yours for the night”

I shot her a text letting her know that we were home and she could come if she wanted, I had ordered from my mom’s favorite Greek restaurant and we would just chill for the rest of the afternoon since we had to leave early for San Diego.

About half an hour later Olivia arrived, she gave me a kiss and dropped her bag in my room before going into the kitchen and saying hello to my mum, my mum served some wine glasses and I plated the takeaway that had arrived a few minutes before Olivia; we decided to have dinner on the patio, where we talked about everything and anything until we decided to head to bed for our early start tomorrow.

While we were putting the plates in the dishwasher my mum asked Olivia if she would be travelling with us, Olivia smiled at her while she shook her head, “I’ll make my way to San Diego at around noon with the kids”, my mom smiled, “Oh! That’s okay, well I’ll head to bed, good night you two”, I kissed my mum and she hugged Olivia, I turned to look at her, “Uhm, I’ll go have a shower, you want to come upstairs”, she turned to look at me, “I’ll see you in a few, I’ll just have a few phone calls to make”, I nodded and made my way upstairs.

When I came out of the bathroom I was finishing drying my hair when I saw that Olivia hadn’t come up yet, I got dressed and went downstairs, I would brew some tea before going to bed so I could have a restful sleep.

Liv was still sitting in the patio talking to Bab, I could see her face through the computer, the door was ajar, as I was about to join her I heard Bab's voice from the computer, “So, are you ready?”, “For?”, “Becoming a step mother”, Olivia sighed, “No, and I don't think I'll ever be ready”, that made me stop in my tracks, “I didn't sign up for this Bab”, there was a silence for a few seconds, “Then you know what you have to do”

She sighed and nodded, “I don’t know what will happen Bab, and I’m scared”, “Liv, babe, you guys deserve honesty if you want this relationship to work”, I let them finish their call while I brewed some tea, a few minutes later I heard the door open and close, “Hey, didn’t know you were done”

I turned and gave her a small smile, “Oh! Uhm yeah, I’m brewing some tea, do you want some?”, she nodded and sat down in one of the barstools an di turned to grab some cups and the honey, she cleared her throat before speaking up, “Harry? Can we talk?”, I walked to where she was and sat down, placing a cup in front of her and another in front of me.

She took a sip before speaking up, “You know how important you are for me, don’t you?”, I nodded, “And how much I admire you”, I nodded again, “And I am so grateful that we have shared so much, the good things, the bad things, the not so expected things”, I took a sip of my tea and took a deep breath

“Does this have to do with the conversation you had with Bab just a few minutes ago?”, she looked at me surprised, “How much did you hear?”, “Enough. Wanna talk about it?”, she took a sip of her tea and nodded, “I think I never thought into depth properly, like what this meant for you, me, us, and these last few weeks have been for my personal reflection”

She grabbed my hands and gave them a squeeze, “I love you, I really do, you are a wonderful lover Harry, but… I’m not sure if right now I am ready or I want to be a stepmother”, I furrowed my brows and nodded, carefully listening to what she was saying, “I just… I just need a few days, just to think things over, because right now I don’t know if I can”

I was honestly so stunned that the only thing I could do is nod, she stood up and grabbed her bag I followed her all the way to the entrance, “Is it okay if I go tomorrow? Otis and Daisy are excited to go”, I turned and gave her a small smile, “Yes of course, I’ll guess we’ll talk soon?” she nodded and kissed my cheek and made her way to her car.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed my phone dialing Mitch’s number, after four rings he answered, “Hey man, what’s up, thought you would be asleep by now”, “I think I just got broken up with”, there was some rustling on his side, “Hold up, what do you mean?”, I sat down on the couch in my living room before speaking up

“She just told me that she needed a few days to think things over because she didn’t know if she was ready to be a stepmother, and then left”, “Harry, that doesn’t sound like a break up to me, but it does sound as an argument that will end in a break up if I’m honest”, I sighed, “What should I do?”, “Mate, you know the answer, for once do the right thing, for everyone involved”

November 16, 2021: Week Thirty-Seven

Harry. Los Angeles, California. 5:00 PM.

San Diego had been a blast, I was so glad Olivia and I had been able to keep it professional between us and I was so happy to see my mum dance with her kids, however my smile came from the fact that my mom was there, and we Facetimed Y/N, I could definitely see the changes the book and app had predicted.

She definitely looked a little swollen on her face, her eyes were tired, but I swear her light was even brighter than it had been during her whole pregnancy; we were also able to see baby move in the belly and seeing my mum tear up made me tear up and made me miss her even more.

We were now back in LA, Jeff and Glenne had come over for drinks before going to dinner. I was glad that Glenne was now talking to me because when I first got here… well let’s just say I had to avoid Jeff’s house for a few. A knock on my door made me furrow my brows, my mum asked me “Are you expecting anyone honey?”

I shook my head as she made her way to the door to see who was there, a few seconds later I was surprised to see her appear along with Olivia, “Hey, what are you doing here?”, she smiled and shrugged her shoulders, “Hi, I wanted to talk to you”

Before I could speak up Glenne interrupted us, “Hey Anne, why don’t you come with Jeff and me to see some baby shower details, yeah?”, my mum nodded and grabbed her bag, she kissed my cheek and squeezed Olivia’s arm before leaving.

Jeff waved goodbye and Glenne said goodbye to me and ignored Olivia, after she learnt what happened she has made it clear that if she didn’t like her before, well now she hates her. After they left, I nudged to the bottle of wine in front of us and she nodded so I poured her a glass. She took a sip before speaking up

“Thank you, for agreeing to talk to me”, “I actually also wanted to talk to you”, confusion and dread was spread across her face, “I wanted to apologize for my reaction two days ago, I guess I wasn’t expecting for you to say that, but that also lead me to think and reconsider some things”, I took a sip of my wine

“You’re right, I am sorry for throwing so much to you all at once, I guess I never thought on how much it would actually affect you and your life; and after so much thought, well first of all I want to thank you, for being with me and loving a complicated man, and because I care so deeply for you, I want to set you free”

She scoffed, “I cannot believe it, I didn’t say I wanted to break up with you, I said I needed a few days to think about everything”, I rolled my eyes and sighed, “I’m sorry, but the fact that ‘you had to think things over’ is enough of an indication”, I stood up and walked into my kitchen, she followed and the screamed at me

“WELL, I’M SORRY HARRY BUT I THINK I DESERVE A CHANCE DON’T I? ESPECIALY GIVEN THE FACT THAT YOU COULDN’T KEEP IT IN AND HAD SEX YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND AND ARE NOW HAVING A BABY”, I turned with a new sense of rage on my chest, “DO NOT DARE BRING MY CHILD INTO THIS!”

Before she could speak, I raised up my hand letting her know I was going to continue talking, “I know I did you wrong Liv, I really do and I apologized over and over again and the fact that you say you forgive me but still hold a grudge against it speaks volumes”, I sighed and ran a hand down my face

“I also wasn’t ready to become a ‘stepdad’ if you will, but I always welcomed Otis and Daisy with open arms from the beginning, hell even nowadays they are one of my top concerns when we took decisions regarding our relationship and how Jason and you agree to parent”

I turned to look at her, “But you? Since the beginning you have made it pretty clear that my kid is not welcome in your life, and I thank the Gods above for the fact that Y/N is the bigger person here, because that shit you pulled about the custody could have cost me my kid”

“I can’t do this anymore”, “What?”, “Liv, come on”, she started pacing the kitchen, “No Harry, I know I told you I had to think things over, but I have and I realized that I love you; I love you so much and I am willing to make it work and welcome Y/N and the baby into our family”, I stood up and cleaned the tears that fell from her eyes

I covered my face with my hands and felt her sit beside me and squeeze my arms, she let out a sob before speaking, “Harry, please… I know I have a lot to work on, but I love you”, I pulled back and gave her a sad smile, “I wish I could say it back”, she pulled back and gave me a small smile before speaking up

“You love her, don’t you?”, I smiled a little, “Never stopped”, she laughed a little, “God I was so stupid”, I turned and gave her a questioning look, “I had a feeling that you never stopped loving her, but I wanted to take a risk even if I knew that I could end up heartbroken”, she blew her nose and silence overtook us, and after what felt like thirty minutes but in reality it was maybe two or three, Olivia spoke up again after seating down next to me

“You know? He told me that you would never love me like you love her”, my confused look was enough for her to continue, “Jason; and you want to know the worse part? I thought he was saying it out of spite, of jealousy and I was such a bitch to him, but he was only taking care of me, even after everything we have gone through”

I nodded in understanding, “I'm sorry”, she stood up, “Don't be, I was a fool, I really tried to pretend that everything would be okay and we would be able to work it out”, she started walking to the door, “I'll start picking up my things from the rental, and I’ll get the others when I go to New York”

I walked her to her car and just before I closed the door she turned and gave me a small smile, “Harry?”, “Yes?”, “Don’t screw it up again, second chances don’t always happen, and when it does, take care of her, love her like she deserves it”, I gave her a small hug and watched as she pulled away from my driveway.

I went back inside and sat down on the couch trying to process what had just happened, about twenty minutes later they all came back and stopped in their tracks when they saw me, my mom was the first one to rush to me, “Honey what’s wrong?”, I let out a silent laugh, “We broke up”, they all looked at me like I was crazy when I let out a surprised chuckle, Jeff asked me, “So, is it a good or bad thing?”

I turned to look at him and gave him a smile, “It is a good thing”, we all turned to look at Glenne when she screamed “Finally!”, we all turned to look at her when she said, “Oh come on! You know she wasn’t my favorite person, and well I know you and Y/N are meant to be together”, my mom squeezed my hand and I turned to give her a smile

She placed her forehead against mine and asked me, “So, what are you going to do now darling?”, I closed my eyes and then opened them before declaring with a purpose I had never ever had before, “I am going to get my girl back”

November 17, 2021: Week Thirty-Seven

New York City. New York. 11:30 PM.

The phone rang, but the only thing I could focus on was my breathing and the pain radiating down my back and belly, after three rings he picked up, “Y/N?”, I sighed, “Jason hi, sorry to bother you at this hour”, I ran a hand down my belly, “Don’t worry, I was finishing picking up my kitchen, are you okay?”

I let out a shuddering breath, “Uhm, not really”, I let out a chuckle, “I think I’m going into labor”, some tears fell down when the reality of the situation was settling in, I was here in New York, all alone while Harry, Anne, and the rest of my friends and family were watching him perform all the way in L.A., six hours away from home.

When he talked, he pulled me back from my anxious thoughts before they could swallow me, “What? Oh God, okay, uhm are you okay?”, I chuckled, “Not really, I have had contractions every seven minutes for the last hour and a half, I called Betty and she told me I should head to the hospital for some monitoring”

I let out a sob mixed with a chuckle, “I’m freaking out, I don’t have a bag packed, the bassinet has not been delivered, I have not finished washing my last purchases”, I took a deep breath trying to calm down, “And Harry is performing still, and I’m all alone, I’m so scared Jason”

I could hear him move around and grab his keys before speaking up, “Hey breathe, you are not alone and we will focus on what we can control right now, and that is making sure that you and baby are okay, yeah?”, I nodded even if he couldn’t see, “I’ll be there in twenty yeah?”, “I’ll wait for you here”

I hung up the phone and clicked on the contraction timer app I had downloaded, while I took some deep breaths and ran a hand down my belly, once it was over, I paused it and took a deep breath and looked down at my belly, “We’ll be okay, but please, try to hold on until daddy is back here, I need him here”

Exactly twenty minutes later there was a knock on my door, I went to open it, grabbed my bag and facemask, “Hi you, how are we doing?”, he pulled me in for a hug and I felt at peace, “Hi, my contractions have slowed a little, but they are still frequent, I am so thankful I chose a midwife who also works at a hospital”, he nodded and squeezed my arm, “Come on let’s go”

Fifteen minutes later we were walking into the emergency room, which was pretty full given that is was midnight on a Wednesday and it was New York City, we walked to the reception where an old nurse was sitting, when she heard us approach she gave us the biggest smile, “Hello dear, how can I help you today”

“Hi, I think I am going into labor and my midwife asked me to meet her here for some monitoring, her name is Betty Olson”, she nodded and typed in her computer, “Dearest while I ring for her can you fill up this? I’m sorry I know you must feel so uncomfortable”, “Yes of course, no problem”

I started filling up the formats while Jason went to the bathroom and vending machine, I then handed her the clipboard back and both Betty and Jason arrived at my side at the same time, Betty smiled when she saw me, “It seems like someone is eager to join the party?”, I laughed and gave her a hug, I introduced Jason and we followed her into the room where she asked me to settle om the reclining chair

“Okay, so has there been any change since we last spoke?”, I nodded, “They have slowed down but there is still a pattern”, she nodded while she felt my belly and placed the monitors, “that’s okay, so what we will do is hook you up to the monitor for the next hour and if contractions slow down then I’ll send you home with instructions to take it easy until our appointment”

I nodded, “And if they don’t?”, tears continued to fall down my eyes, she squeezed my arm, “Then we’ll get you to the unit and welcome this baby with all the love; but for now, please rest okay? I know it is hard, but you are in the best hands”, we thanked her, and she left the room, I turned to see Jason, “Thank you truly for being here”, he shrugged

“Please don’t worry, let’s just take it little by little”, I could feel my eyes droop, after yawning I asked him, “Do you mind if I take a nap?”, “Please I encourage it, but before you fall asleep, should I call anyone?”, “Let’s just wait okay? Harry is performing and he wouldn’t be able to do anything until the concert ended”, he nodded.

I must have been pretty tired because as soon as he turned off the lights, I feel asleep, an hour later Betty came to check the readings and she furrowed her brows, my stomach dropped with worry, “Betty, everything okay?”, she let out a breath, “I am not liking the fact that we still have a pattern, but the length is not the same so that is good”

She washed her hands and felt my belly, “So, we will keep you hooked up for another hour and go from there, okay?”, I nodded, and she left, I turned to see Jason, “Uhm, can you please call Harry? I am not sure if he just finished or is about to finish”, when I turned to look at the clock it read about two in the morning which would be eleven at night back there, he nodded and walked out of the room.

November 17, 2021: Week Thirty-Seven

Harry. Los Angeles, California. 11:30 PM.

The adrenaline in my body was still going strong, we were walking to my dressing room, my mum, Jeff and Glenne were there, and Sarah and Mitch were behind me, we engaged in conversation over the show, I reached for my phone and furrowed when I had two missed calls from Jason, just as I was about to call him back another call came through, I slid to answer

“Harry?”, “Jason, hi, how are you?”, “I’m okay thank you for asking”, I cleared my throat, “Is everything okay?”, he sighed, “Uhm yes but no, it’s Y/N?”, I felt my heart start to beat faster , God please no, not her, “What about Y/N?”, when I said this everyone turned to look at me worried, “Wait, I’ll put you on speaker so you can tell me”

I did so and placed the phone in the table, my mom sat next to me and squeezed my arm, “So… we are currently in the hospital under monitoring because Y/N thought she was going into labor”, “What? Is she okay?”, “She is, they hooked her up to a monitor but after an hour her contractions had slowed but they were in a pattern, but her midwife just came through and thankfully labor stopped”

I felt like a tiny piece of my heart came back to life, “Oh thank God”, I sniffled and cleared the tears that had fallen from my eyes, “Did Betty, uhm the midwife say anything else?”, “Yeah, that she should take it easy until her next appointment and to call her if her contractions start picking up again”, “Thank you Jason, truly, is she available?”, “Yeah, you can call her phone, I just stepped out to finish her discharge and I’ll drop her home after”, “Thank you Jason, I’ll call her now?”

I hung up and let out a sob I didn’t know I was holding, my mum hugged me and kissed my head before whispering, “Honey she is okay”, I nodded and sniffled, “I know, but I feel so anxious and awful she’s there alone, and what if this happens again?”, “What if I move my ticket and go to be with her?”, “But mum, you were so excited to be here in LA for a few days more”

She gave me a smile, “I was, but I care more If you are kay, you still have a few tour dates, and I will not lie, I kinda feel she needs someone with her”, Jeff then spoke up, “I’ll look into it”, I nodded and silently thanked him before I grabbed my phone and dialed Y/N’s number, it rang two times before she answered

“H?”, “Hi love, what did we say about scaring me huh?”, I let out a laugh and she did too before they turned into sobs that broke my heart and made me tear up, “Lovie…”, she sniffled, “I’m sorry, I was just so scared Harry, and I prayed so hard that I didn’t go into labor without you here”

“I know, I am still on the edge of my seat, and I wish I could end tour right now so I could be there with you, but I have a little surprise coming your way”, “Really? What?”, “My mom is getting out on the first flight tomorrow to see you”, she sniffled again, “I cannot wait to see her again”, everyone around me asked to talk with her so I set the phone on speaker.

After everyone talked to her, I removed the speaker, “Hey, you still there?”, she chuckled, “I am, thank you for letting me talking to everyone, I feel so much better”, I smiled, “I’m glad love, are you ready to be discharged?”, “Almost, I’ll text you when I get home”, “Please do, and call me, it doesn’t matter the time or anything okay?”

“I will, thank you H, I appreciate it”, “I’ll always be here for you, you know how important you are to me”, we hung up and I grabbed my things, I just wanted to go home, and my mom needed to pack, the car ride felt so long but I knew it was fairly short.

While my mum finished packing I took a shower, when I came downstairs and she was finishing making some dinner for us, she smiled an plated everything and we sat down to eat, “Mum this is delicious”, she wiped her mouth before answering, “I’m glad you love it baby, I think this is one of the meals I’ll prepare and freeze for Y/N”, I smiled at the thought that she was willing to do that for her.

“Mum thank you really for agreeing to going to be with her”, she squeezed my hand, “It’s no problem, I’ll spoil her and we will have so much fun and I’ll make sure the baba holds on until you are there”, I smiled at that had kissed her head.

November 18, 2021: Week Thirty-Seven

New York City, New York. 4:30 PM.

I was laying on the couch sipping some tea when there was a knock in my door, I peeped through the peephole and opened the door smiling so big, “Anne! I’m so happy to have you here”, she reached in to give me a hug and sway us a little, “Oh darling look at you! You look amazing!”

I let her in and we sat down in the living room with some tea, we were talking about how life was back in England, what we were going to do and her thoughts on the concerts, she reached in for one of the cookies I had baked and handed me one before grabbing another

“Darling, do you know if there is anything going on between Harry and Olivia?”, I furrowed my brows, “Uhm, I’m not so sure, van I ask why?”, she took a sip of her tea, “Well, things were very tense while I was there, she actually only hung out with us like two times, and Harry seemed bothered with her”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I mean the last time I saw them they were kinda mad at each other, but I’m sure there is nothing wrong, don’t worry”, she smiled at me before reaching to squeeze my hand, “So… I am under strict instructions to take you to get a pedicure tomorrow, are you up for it?”

I nodded excitedly, “Do you want me to book at appointment at my regular place?”, she shook her head, “No worries deary, everything is already set up”, I laughed a little, “I’ll thank Harry later”, she smiled knowingly.

We talked for a few more hours until we both started yawning and decided to make our way to our bedrooms, just before she could close the door I hugged Anne and whispered, “Thank you for being here”, she kissed my head, “I am happy to be here, rest up okay? I’ll see you in the morning”, I pulled back and made my way to my room, my smile never leaving my face.

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i-am-the-doctor · 7 months

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RED TIDES A ROLLIN CHAPTER 1 //TW: Death, Grief, Alchohol, Drunkeness

CHAPTER 1

It was December 31st, 2041, ten years since the Spiker attacks. the sky was lit up by colorful fireworks in the distance, and the little town of New Arabi was quiet, the only noise were the sound of dogs barking, the far-away pops and bangs of the fireworks, and the whistling of the cold winter wind.

"Olivia? Are you in there, Oli?" Fredrick called as he gently knocked upon a petal pink door that was adorned with stickers of flowers, pictures of pop stars and little bunnies. He waited for a minute until he heard the click of the door opening, and behind the door stood a yound girl- no, a young woman, with platnium white hair in a pixie cut with colorful barrettes speckled across her hair, eyes as green as a granny smith apple or the greenest blade of grass, wearing a white button-up shirt and a loose black cardigan paired with a black pencil skirt and some white knee-high socks and black shoes, completed with a green teardrop necklace that Fredrick had given to her for her 13th birthday, an orange, white and pink kandi bracelet, and a pink and white cane that stabilized her balance instead of her bad knee, which she had greatly injured in an accident when she was 9. She looked at her father and smiled, to which Fredrick did the same thing.

"You look beautiful, Oli! Are you excited for that party at that venue?" He asked her as he pulled a sliver of hair off of her cardigan. Olivia smiled again and giggled, tapping her pink-painted fingernails against the handle of her cane.

"Oh, I sure am, Pa! but.. I'm kinda nervous. See, theres this.. Boy.. at school, and i've been wanting to ask him out for a while, and he's going to be at the party tonight, but im worried that he'll think i'm weird, or that he'll call me a freak because of my cane.." she stuttered, looking around the room briskly with her eyes darting from place to place. Fredrick sighed lightly, and tried to comfort his daughter by gently patting her on the back.

"Hey, I believe in you. Even if he does say no, at least you know you asked him instead of living the rest of your life asking yourself 'what if?', and if he does say something rude about your cane, then he doesn't deserve you anyway, because if theres one thing I know, its that true love doesn't care about canes or looks or anything like that." Fredrick tried to reassure her. Olivia nodded and looked down, shaking ever so slightly.

"I-Its just.. all the popular girls keep staring at me and talking about me because of it, and my hair, and my clothes, they think i'm a weirdo.." She whispered, choking back tears as she gripped her cane tighter.

"Oli, in all the ten years that i've called you my daughter, I can say with utmost certainty that you are not a weirdo. If anything, They're the weirdos for wanting to be like everyone else. I was the weird kid too back in my day! Yeah, i was the kid who sat in the back of the library on his little laptop laughing at memes with my best friend, your uncle Jonathan, and tinkering with robots and all kinds of gizmos and gadgets and doodads! You wouldn't believe how many stares i got from the jocks, and the teacher's pets, and the sporty girls- i hated it too! But i never let that get in my way- and look at me now! Your old man used to be one of america's leading men in science back in the 2020's!"

Olivia giggled.

"and think about it this way, You're 18 now, and soon, You'll be out of school and you probably won't see any of them ever again-- You'll be running that soap and candle shop you always wanted to run." Fredrick consoled as he looked into her eyes. Olivia smiled, and hugged her father tightly with both arms, using the tippy-toes of her bad foot to balance herself as Fredrick helped her keep balance. after around 3 minutes, Olivia pulled away, and Fredrick handed her cane to her before looking over to the clock on the wall, which read half past eleven o'clock.

"Oh, Olivia, Its eleven thirty! That party should be starting soon-- You'd best be getting over there!"

"Pa, don't you want to come? there's gonna be games and snacks and karaoke!" Olivia offered, to which Fredrick grinned and shook his head.

"Oh, thank you, Oli, but I'll be just fine! I'm just going to be drinking some whiskey and watching the ball drop on TV! Besides, I don't think your friends would want to see an old drunk scientist bumbling around rambling about robots the whole time!" Fredrick chuckled. Olivia snickered and playfully rolled her eyes.

"Alright, if you say so, Pa!" she giggled as she walked through the threshold of her door, fredrick holding the door for her. they then walked into the living room, where the door that led out of the Johanneson home lie.

"You have fun at that party now, Y'hear? don't worry about what those losers think!"

"Thank you, pa.." Olivia chirped as she got on her tippy-toes to give her father a familial peck on the cheek. she then proceeded to open the door into the cold winter night, and as she walked from the porch onto the sidewalk, Fredrick called out again.

"And No funny Buisness!" he shouted with a playful smile.

"No Funny Buisness here, Pa! Love you, I'll be back by one!" She called back before walking down the sidewalk. Fredrick then closed and locked the door, and made way to the kitchen.

When he got to the kitchen, he pulled a liquor glass from the wooden cabinet above his head. It was a crystal clear, round glass from before the war, with a black picture of a barn and the words "Whiskey Co." stamped on the side. Of course, Whiskey Co. was not a real company, but the nostalgia that the glass carried about it that screamed 1996 could almost convince you it once was.

Fredrick then walked to another wooden cabinet that contained his liquors, and from the selection he had of wines, scotches, gins and vodkas, he chose a bottle of Peanut Butter Whiskey, with its dark amber substance encaged in its glass container, with an etching of a ram on the side of the bottle.

Fredrick then closed the cabinet, satisfied with the selection he had made, and went back into the living room to sit on his favorite chair, turning the television to channel 8, which was currently running commercials such as New Orleans club singers singing about lawyers, folks selling coffee and donuts, and other things. Fredrick, not paying attention to the senseless advertisements on his screen, unscrewed the cap from the bottle of whiskey, letting the scent of the dark liquid fill his senses before pouring a bit of it into his glass. He then took a sip before quickly turning away, trying his best to not spit it out and ruin the rug. He succeeded, However, and quickly swallowed.

"Agh, that isn't how i remember it tasting like.. oh well!" He mumbled to himself as the station returns to coverage of the ball dropping in New York. He took another sip, this time not minding the burning sensation that the whiskey created. as midnight drew closer, Fredrick drank more and more, the warm burning sensation in his throat and stomach growing with each sip, until eventually, he found himself becoming more tired and happy feeling. it felt as if he had just sat down, but the clock read 11:58, 2 minutes to midnight. he then began counting down until the final seconds of 2041.

3.. 2.. 1.

"H-Happy Neeew Year!!" Fredrick cheered as he took one last swig out of the bottle drunkenly, cheering for the bright new year to come for him and his daughter. not a minute later, fredrick's head began to feel swimmy as he began to see double from the unusual amount of alcohol he had drank in such a short amount of time. in fact, he found that he could not even get off of his chair, much less keep a grip on the bottle. it wouldn't be much time, before Fredrick had blacked out, dropping the bottle.

...

After a while, Fredrick had finally reawakened. He slowly opened his eyes as to not blind himself with the television, noticing that the station had gone off of the air for the night. He looked down at his white tank top, which had been covered whiskey that had turned cold from the winter air, and groaned to himself in misery, noticing how dry his mouth was.

"ugh.. d@mn it..!" he moaned and groaned as he got out of his chair, immediately catching his balance on the armrest. His throat was so dry, it was a struggle to even speak. He walked to the bathroom while leaning on the wall for support, and as he entered the room and trudged to the sink, he looked into the mirror and was met by an older man in his early 40's, with hair as white as powder, pine green eyes, a pointy nose that slanted down just a little, a white goatee, and subtle frown lines and eye creases, wearing a whiskey-stained tank-top. He groaned in disgust at his apperance, stroking his beard as he stared into the eyes of his reflection.

"Ugh, Fredrick, you look like h3ll! what happened to you, boy..?" he growled before filling a cup full of water that came from a well. He drank it, beginning to feel better as the liquid coated his throat. He then poured water upon his face, which woke him up almost immediately. He then went into his bedroom, which was adorned with science awards given to him, CDs with punk music within, and photos from his days as a robotical scientist, standing among his fellow collegues, with light brown hair and goatee, and a smooth face. Not to mention photos of him with his parents and his two brothers and one sister. He smiled to himself as he looked upon the photos, and opened up his wooden closet to grab a clean tank top, taking off the dirty one and throwing it into the dirty clothes basket. After that, he pulled it over his head and stretched his back and arms. He looked over at the clock, and to his surprise, it was 2:12 in the morning. He was surprised that he was only out for that long, as horrible as he had felt upon waking up. then, he noticed that something did not feel right. the house felt emptier than usual...

Where was Olivia?

"Olivia? Oli, are you here?" He called out as he left his bedroom and turned the light off. he went silent, expecting to hear a response, but only silence was heard.

"...Olivia!" He called again, only to be met with the same silence. His heart began to beat faster as he made his way to her room, opening the door, anticipating seeing his daughter playing on her pink handheld console or writing in her diary, but she was not there. In fact, the room looked as if it had been untouched since she left. His heart dropped as he remembered that she said she would be back by one, she usually made it a point to be at places at the exact time she said, and this was very unusual for Olivia. He then ran into the living room to find that the television was showing a breaking news story. "Breaking News, at this hour?", Fredrick thought to himself until he noticed the anxiety of the anchorman as he read the script, then, the header caught his eye, and his heart sunk into the pit of his stomach.

"SPIKERS ATTACK WOODFORK VENUE NEW YEARS PARTY, 34 D3AD, 15 INJURED, 2 MISSING"

Fredrick then bolted for the telephone, his shaky hand slamming in the phone number- careless as to whether or not the buttons would break, while the other hand held the reciever with an iron grip that could possibly shatter the plastic if he was not careful.

"Pick up, pick up!" He cried as he heard the phone ringing, but the ringing was quickly cut short by the busy signal, as the venue's phonelines were being jammed with calls. He redialed, but the same 3-note oddity plaed over the speaker, sounding louder against the silence. He then attempted to redial once again before he saw the flashing of red and blue lights outside the window, and the knocking on the door a couple of seconds later. He opened the door slowly, to find two police officers wearing tattered uniforms that were covered in bl00d, most likely their own, and bandages.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Fredrick Johanneson, Father of Olivia Johanneson?" one skinny cop with a bandaged eye and leg asked, holding his arm.

Fredrick nodded. "Yes, I'm him." He responded as he looked over into the officers' patrol car, hoping to see Olivia in the back, but the car was empty. he looked back at the officers, who said not a word. all that could be heard was the blowing of the frigid winter wind against his ears.

"Where is she? is she alright?" He asked. The skinny officer looked at the other officer, who was burly and had bloody bandages wrapped around his belly and forearms. they then both looked at Fredrick with a look of horror in their otherwise stone-cold faces, and the one-eyed officer spoke.

"When we arrived on scene, we found her slumped against the enterance with a giant gash in her chest and her cane through the door handles along with other people. the paramedics tried their best, but she lost too much blood in a short amount of time. I'm sorry, Mr. Johanneson... Your daughter is dead."

Fredrick's blood ran cold, and his heart almost stopped. he clutched his chest in horror as reality set in, and within seconds he found himself fighting back terror, sorrow, and rage. he wanted to wring their necks so badly but he know it was no use, all that would do is get him arrested. it took all his strength to not lunge at the cops in front of him, but instead he barked:

"Well where is she?! Take me to her!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Johanneson, but she was found to be contaminated with spiker venom, and she was taken to the Carnagie Funeral Home in New Gonzales for decontamination." The burly cop responded gently, noticing the animalistic rage in Fredrick's eyes. Fredrick said nothing, but gripped one fist that was hidden out of sight until it was white.

"Mr. Johanneson, do you have any family you could stay with for support?" the bigger cop asked as he checked his surroundings and handed Fredrick Olivia's death certificate. Fredrick shook his head.

"No, not here. My family and older brother moved up to Gulfport after the war ended, and my younger brother and sister were in Moscow when the bombs dropped and I haven't heard from both of them since. Olivia was my only family." He responded, gritting his teeth.

"My condolences, sir. Do you have any friends that could stay with you?"

"....I have one best friend, Dr. Jonathan Min."

"Well do you think you could call them, ask him to come here?"

"Probably. He's most likely asleep, though." He growled as he went to the phone and dialed Jonathan's number. after 10 seconds of ringing, a man in his late 30's with a slight Korean Accent picked up.

"Min Residence."

"Hey, Jonathan. Its Fredrick."

"Oh H-Hey Fredrick! Whats going on? I just woke up to get some milk when you called!"

"Jon.. The Woodfork Venue was attacked by Spikers, and Olivia was one of the victims.." Fredrick choked as he tried to keep his eyes from pouring tears. you could hear the sound of the phone cord tapping the receiever rapidly from Jonathan shaking on the other end.

"Huh?! I-Is she okay?!" Johnathan asked with panic in his voice. Fredrick's then began to crack.

"No.. She's gone, Jonathan. Theres cops here and they won't leave until you come to the house."

Fredrick then heard nothing but silence on the other end, which was then inturrupted by the sound of the reciever hitting the floor, and distant swearing and yelling in Korean, Jonathan's first language. He then picked the reciever back up.

"Dear god... its all over the news! Its every station! 34?! ....Fredrick, I'm coming over. Don't go with those cops! they'll probably try to do something to you, like put you in a nuthouse- so stay where you are!"

"I wasn't planning on doing that, you know i don't like them any more than you do. I'll see you in a bit."

click.

"He's on his way. Now, If you'll excuse me, I need to clean up. Good day."

"Sir, we need to stay with you until-"

"I said good day." he snarled as he picked up the whiskey bottle on the floor. after 20 minutes or so, a dark brown car drove up into the drive way of the Johanneson Home, and out of the drivers seat came a skinny, rectangle-figured korean man in his late 30's, with messy jet black hair, coffee brown eyes, subtle dark circles under his eyes, thin blue round glasses, a thin periwinkle-blue turtleneck, golden brown slacks, and a pair of black shoes. He walked up to the house where the cops were standing outside talking.

"Are you Jonathan Min?" the one-eyed cop asked him.

"Yes, I'm Jonathan Min, Fredrick's Friend. He called me up here."

"Good. Well, we need to get back to the scene and notify other families. keep an eye out on Mr. Johanneson, will you? Olivia's funeral is scheduled for noon tomorrow."

"Of course i will, he's my friend!" Jonathan responded as he walked away. The cops then got back into their car and drove off, leaving Jonathan to open the door to find Fredrick sitting on his couch, head in his hands.

"Fredrick..? I'm here..." Jonathan uttered in a gentle, soft tone that was reminiscent of a feather brushing against skin. Fredrick said nothing, and instead waved, clearly still processing what happened. Jonathan sat next to him, willing to offer an ear or a shoulder to cry on-- after all, thats what friends do, they help their friends. He was there to let Fredrick let it all out, and by god, he was going to be there for his childhood friend, just as he was there for him in their younger days. some hours would go by where fredrick would say nothing, or sometimes he'd cry a waterfall, other times he cursed Russia and spikers, and spouting profanities while doing so, and eventually, they would be talking about their scientist days in the 2020's.

"I remember Project Prometheus like it was Yesterday. The fact that we made soldiers better, gave veterans their limbs and life back, and even found out how to preserve memories and consciousness in computers was amazing in and of itself!" Fredrick pondered with a wistful smile on his face.

"I remember how excited you were when the first subject was successful. Heh, you became a big household name within days, huh? you even got an award, and a cool little mug!"

"Yeah.. heh, sure did, Jon.. wait.. THATS IT!"

"Thats what?" Jonathan asked while tilting his head, startled at the sudden shift in Fredrick's mood.

"THATS It! We can bring her back with cybernetics and computers! all we need is the memory needles, cybernetic parts, computer parts, and other things! and where do we have those? The Lab in Baton Rouge!"

"Y-You mean the one we used to work at 20 years ago? Fredrick, didn't Baton Rouge get Cluster-bombed to hell and back? It should've been blown to smithereens!" Jonathan asked, both terrified and intrigued by Fredrick's macabre idea.

"Ahh, thats where you're wrong, Jon! It was actually built to double as a fallout shelter too, so it's resistant to blasts! at least, thats what the director said."

"Really? I didn't know that, and I worked there for about as long as you did!.. So what is your plan, anyway?"

"The plan is that tomorrow after Olivia's funeral, we'll go to your house and get your shovels and your big ice chest, i'll put it in my truck, and we retrieve her and drive all the way to baton rouge!"

"Alright, not going to lie, that is a pretty nice plan for being pulled out of the blue, but Fredrick, are you sure you want to do this? its going to be really grisly, and we'll be doing things that most normal wouldn't even think about doing.. like graverobbing. You'll be robbing your daughter's grave." Jonathan questioned.

"Yes, i'm very sure! I'm going to bring her back one way or another!" Fredrick nodded.

"Alright then.. its late, and they said that her funeral is at noon tomorrow.. Man, I hate those cops and their "Common Law" Bullcrap! We can't even plan our own folk's funerals on our own now! cops were never good, but dear lord, they weren't THIS bad!"

"Oh trust me, i do too.. I miss Pre-apocolypse America. suprising, i know... Well, I suppose i'll get a shower and change into something presentable for the funeral. I'll be right back." Fredrick said before heading to his bathroom to take a shower and change. To past the time, Jonathan picked up a book off of his coffee table titled "The History of Robot Dogs".

it would be 30 or so minutes before Fredrick returned, wearing a yellow dress-shirt and espresso brown slacks paired with a tie as red as blood and dark brown dress-shoes. Jonathan smiled at the choice of his attire, as nowdays it was discouraged to dress in black to a funeral because you could be confused for a spiker, especially at night, when spikers like to dig up graves to eat the remains.

"Hey, Nice outfit. Haven't seen you wear that shirt and tie since my Aunt Juno's wedding!" Jonathan chuckled.

"Thank you. I'm suprised it still fits me!" he responded with a grin as he dusted off his chest and stretched his back until it popped. He then looked out the window through the curtains, the sky still dark as pitch, only lit by the streetlamps and the moon up above. Jonathan, however, was still unsure of whether fredrick's grand plan was a good idea. While the thought of cybernetic ressurection was fascinating, he pondered if it would help them or lead them to ruin.

"Fredrick... before we carry out that plan, are you sure you want to do this? What if we get caught, or what if we make some mistake that ends up k1lling people? And wouldn't people wonder where we are?" He asked, trying to keep his inner fear hidden. Fredrick huffed, and turned towards him, nodding.

"Jonathan, I assure you that we will not get caught. Besides, we'll only get olivia from the graveyard, no one else. We'll also need subjects, and I know the Carnagie brothers in New Gonzales will help. they have to, they were our collegues!" He reasoned with a stern whisper. Jonathan nodded, accepting this strange answer out of his friend.

"Now, all we do is wait, and it will all fall into place."

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the-hinky-panda · 2 years

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Day 15: Warlock

10/15: Warlock

Universe // Characters: Los Regalos // Horacio Carrillo

You’re acquiring a reputation around Medellín.

La mujer del coronel.

The Colonel’s woman.

It doesn’t go unnoticed that you’re known as this in all the bakeries and most of the food stalls. Horacio must have, at some point in his gift gathering, talked about you. It’s something that makes you smile during the stretches of time when he is off chasing leads with Javi, Steve, and Search Bloc. Sometimes he comes back with just dirt and grime that easily rinses away. Sometimes he comes back with more lasting marks. But you try to distract yourself with butter cookies and fruit filled empanadas, using their company as a poor replacement for his.

You also hear whispers of Horacio’s reputation too. They call him a brujo, a witch or warlock rather. The sicarios and their sympathizers are convinced he is tapping into black magic, not phone lines, to find his leads. They are convinced that the devil himself has blessed his rosary and allows him to exact his vengeance on the cartel. It leaves the narcos with the burning question of “who’s side is the devil really on?.”

You’ve become convinced, in these quiet nights of solitude and baked goods, that it’s both. The devil is on both sides because the one thing that evil loves most is chaos. And that is what Pablo Escobar has brought to Colombia: chaos. And Search Bloc is creating its own chaos as it fights the chaos created by the cartels.

It’s during one of these long stretches of loneliness that the phone calls with your family start to take a turn. The basic niceties remain. How are you? Fine. Are you staying safe? Yes. Have you caught any big names yet? Just one really. But then new questions start to pop up. When are you coming home? I don’t know. How many years are planning to dedicate to this? As many as it takes. But then one evening, your mother stops tip-toeing around with the questions and goes straight for your throat.

“You’re not getting any younger, sweetie. When are you going to come home and settle down? Having kids when you’re past thirty just makes things so much more complicated. You still want to have kids, a family, right? And men, they want a wife that they can take care of, not one that can take care of themselves. All this running around a foreign country with guns and drugs, it doesn’t make you look very feminine.”

You’re missing Horacio, haven’t slept well for three days while he’s chasing sicarios in Cali and waiting for news that he’s on his way home, and that is why your regular good nature fails so horribly. “Mom, maybe I don’t want a husband and kids. Maybe I’m okay with taking care of myself and not settling down. Maybe I want something different than what you do since I’m not you. Raising a family is great but maybe it’s just not for me and I’m okay with that. I wish you were too.”

Her silence immediately makes you feel guilty for your outburst but she recovers before you do. “Well, I just want you to be happy.”

“I know,” you acquiesce. “And I am happy, mom. I like Colombia. I like the people I work with.” I like Horacio, you almost say. It doesn’t feel right to tell your family before you tell him just how much you care for him.

“Your future isn’t in Colombia though. It’s here. With us, your family.” She sighs heavily. “You need to come home, honey. And soon.”

“Why?” You laugh humorlessly. “The husband options are withering? All the good once at church getting snatched up?”

“Yes.” The answer is short, like the snapping close of a book. End of discussion.

The next day you get a call from Horacio, who is on his way home and will be back at base within a matter of hours. They caught a couple low level sicarios from the Cali cartel who may be convinced to turn on some Escobar’s men but that remains to be seen. You’re sitting at your desk, trying to not stare at the clock, when everyone returns to base. Steve is tired, does the bare minimum, and heads home to Connie and Olivia. Javier is a bit more keyed up, wanting to go out for drinks before heading back to his apartment but you demure, your eyes cutting briefly to Horacio’s office. Javier immediately picks up on the situation, gives you a tap on the shoulder, steals a cookie from your desk, and heads out with a wink.

When the numbers of officers dwindle, you pick up a mostly empty folder, and head up to Horacio’s office. He sees you coming and immediately closes the blinds. You step through the door and straight into his arms, his mouth landing on yours with no preamble or greeting. You smile into the kiss as your hands run over his arms, shoulders, and back looking for any wounds or sore spots.

“I know what you’re doing, querida,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Oh yeah? So are you going to tell me or am I going to have to do a full body inspection?”

“I like the sound of the inspection.”

You hold his face in your palms as your eyes rove over his face. There is no blood or bruising like when he returned from Cartagena. “Well, so far so good.��

He studies your face with the same amount of intense scrutiny. “I missed you.”

Those three words shouldn’t make your knees go weak but they do. Maybe the rumors are true and he has sold his soul to the devil in order to do magic. He certainly has bewitched you.

“I missed you too.”

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moldygreenblue · 9 months

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Careful Girl

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Every day, Josephine’s internal alarm clock wakes her up at six o’ clock. Monday through Friday, and on the occasional Saturday. Josephine sets her actual alarm clock set up to wake her up ten minutes after six as a failsafe, though she always wakes up before it gets the chance to do so. On Sundays, and the occasional Saturday, Josephine turns off her alarm clock to catch some extra sleep. However, her body gotten use to waking up early, so Josephine never gets the chance to do so.

It's rare for Josephine to find herself waking up before six o’ clock. This Saturday though, Josephine found herself waking up at four-thirty with an empty stomach that couldn’t be ignore. What does someone do regarding an empty stomach?

Get something to eat, of course, and Josephine is doing just that. Josephine is quietly traversing the hallways to get to the kitchen. Most of the adults stationed at the City’s Headquarter arrive at six o’ clock. Some though, like the cafeteria staff, tend to arrive between five and five-thirty to prepare breakfast, before moving onto lunch and dinner.

As Josephine makes one more turn, she thinks about what snack she’ll be making. She thinks about two slices of toast rubbed over by tomatoes, drizzle it with olive oil, sprinkle on some salt and pepper, and top off with anchovies. It’s a snack Josephine can somewhat recall her mother making, sometimes without the anchovies when guests arrived to their home.

Josephine really likes it with the anchovies.

Josephine continues to walk down the hallway that will lead to the kitchen directly, she plans on also stealing a few dried fruit packets for Olivia, her dormmate. Olivia, unlike Josephine, never got her weekend free time privileges for the week. That means Olivia, like several other students, has to attend the full half-school day.

Weekend free time privileges determines if a student will get out of the half-school day early, or get the whole day off. Losing those privileges is different than never getting them. Losing them means having to attend a regular full day of school and getting assigned extra homework. Never getting them means you endure the regular half-school day.

Josephine is lucky with her privileges, for she always gets the whole day off. Olivia normally gets the same deal too. At least until this week. Josephine as such plans on stealing Olivia the dried fruit packets, for lunch is pushed back from twelve to one on Saturdays.

“Maybe I’ll get Olivia the dried fruit packets with the cantaloupe,” says Josephine, opening one the metal double doors to the kitchen. “Olivia loves cantaloupe. But would she—”

Josephine finds herself going quiet upon entering the kitchen, with the onset of panic rising through her body. There in the kitchen, is Hector A. (full surname unknown), and Isaac ‘Ike’ Anwhistle. Ike is standing right beside the counter, holding a bag of open tortilla chips. He’s mid-way pouring them into one of two bowls meant for soup.

Hector is also standing right beside the counter. Hector however, is holding a sharp metal knife, hovering it over a big circular block of white cheese. He’s holding a sharp metal knife even she can’t use, despite being thirteen-years-old and thus moved on from children’s cooking tools.

“Put. The knife. Down.” Josephine speaks with clear emphasis on what she wants Hector to do.

Hector does just that. He puts the knife down on the counter, though he doesn’t look happy about it. Ike however, is oblivious to Hector’s dismay, as well as Josephine’s own worry and frustration. Ike stops his pouring and smiles and wave at her.

“Good morning, Josephine! It’s good to see you awake!” Ike briefly glances at the soup bowls and then back at her. “Would you like some bootleg chilaquiles for breakfast?”

Josephine blinks a few times. “…Bootleg chilaquiles?”

“Yes! Bootleg chilaquiles!” Ike shakes his head as he speaks, still smiling. “Do you know what chilaquiles is?”

“No.”

“Chilaquiles is a Mexican breakfast dish that is made from corn tortillas cut into quarters and then fried or baked,” says Hector. “It’s then poured over by green or red sauce, depending on the person’s preference, and topped over with crema, queso fresco, sliced onion, and avocado slices. You can also put an egg or shredded chicken over it, if you want.”

“You’re using tortilla chips though,” replies Josephine.

“That’s why it’s bootleg chilaquiles, Josephine!” Ike continues to pour the bag of tortilla chips into the soup bowl, before moving onto the second bowl. “Hector and I can’t use the stove and fry anything, and we don’t know how to work an oven. We discovered that tortilla chips make a good substitute!”

“You know you’re using bootleg wrong, right?”

“Oh yes,” answers Ike, nodding his head. “I just think it has a nice sound to it.”

Josephine couldn’t help but nod her head in agreement. “It does, actually. Well, I’m glad to know you’re not using the stove or oven for your bootleg chilaquiles, but I’m still concern. Hector was cutting into cheese with a sharp metal knife meant for adults. Why not use pre-shredded mozzarella, or any other pre-shredded cheese available? It’s better than shredding your own with a hand grater and risk cutting your fingers.”

“This isn’t the first time I used an adult knife in preparing food,” says Hector, picking up the knife once again. He then carefully cuts into the block of cheese, cutting out three wedges of uneven proportions. “And pre-shredded mozzarella, and any other pre-shredded cheese for that matter, doesn’t taste the same as using queso fresco. Using the real thing is more better.”

“You mean ‘much better’ Hector,” corrects Josephine, now curious about the block of cheese itself. “Are you saying that is queso fresco?”

“It is!” Ike sets down the bag of tortilla chips onto the counter —behind the bowls — and grabs a nearby paper towel roll. He tears off a sheet, and walks over to Hector, picking up the biggest wedge out of the three. Ike then walks over to Josephine, and gives her it.

“You should try it,” says Ike, “at least once.”

Josephine stares at the white wedge of cheese in the paper towel, then at Ike, and then back at the cheese again. Josephine soon shrugs her shoulders, and quickly pops the whole wedge into her mouth. It’s a big wedge, but it’s one she can eat in one bite and in a few chews.

The cheese, like many other cheeses kept in the refrigerator, is cold. The cheese is also soft and moist. It’s soft and moist unlike any other cheese Josephine ate before. To say it melts in her mouth is wrong, but Josephine thinks there’s a crumbly texture to it that makes it seems it’s melting in her mouth. She chews a bit more, and then swallow the cheese. Josephine now understands why Hector would want to use queso fresco instead of pre-shredded cheeses.

“That is pretty good cheese,” says Josephine. “Where you get it from? I doubt the City’s Headquarters would have queso fresco as an ingredient on hand.”

“Not typically,” answers Hector. “Headquarters also doesn’t have tortilla chips lying around either, as well as salsas. The meeting the adults had last week in auditorium apparently served food though. Food offered at the meeting included tortilla chips, salsas, and queso fresco. I suspect the last one was used for a cheese platter of sorts.”

“So, Josephine,” says Ike. “Do you want some bootleg chilaquiles?”

“I don’t see the harm of trying it,” says Josephine. “It’s not every day you get to try something new to eat.”

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #fanfic #fan fiction #also i need advice: if you read the fic on ao3 you'll see a comment #requesting for a fic #i...have no idea if it's a bot or someone who doesn't understand #that it's a bit rude to ask for a fic in the comment so outright #do i reply? block? i need help (help me~)

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Week 3: An Album a Day 2024

15. Rakshak, Bloodywood

Rakshak is a metal album that uses influences from the Indian folk genre. it has really hard hitting songs that are fun to count along to and very loopable. the lyrics are in a combination of Hindi and English and are so punk at all times. this is an album to rile up motivation and make you want to jump around if i have ever heard one. some highlights include 'Gaddaar,' 'Aaj,' and 'Chakh Le.'

16. GUTS, Olivia Rodrigo

this is a pop album and it was enjoyable. i love that it leans more into the rock genre than her first album. it has some really unique to hear in pop elements like triplet rhythms and a lot of dragging out phrases that you really don't hear in pop much. some tracks i enjoyed were 'the grudge,' and 'all-american bitch.'

17. Somnia, ABBOTT

Somnia is really beautiful and full of ambient piano, electronic, and instrumental elements. this was a no-skip album that seems great to put on loop in the background. it has the balance i enjoy with ambient music that is enough interesting elements to keep attention just enough but still be able to focus on something else during it. it also plays with some fun time signatures and rhythms. some of my highlights are 'Shuffle' and 'February 30.'

18. Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever), Noah Kahan

i like this album so much more than i was expecting. it's folksy and kind of singer-songwriter-y. acoustic sounding everything. this is incredibly dramatic and so much better than just the few clips from it i have heard on repeat on social media. it has a bunch of buildups and sudden changes in pace or volume that worked really nicely. there was also a nice variety of songs and many songs in three, so that is great. some of my highlights include 'Northern Attitude,' The View Between Villages,' and 'Everywhere, Everything.' i think noah kahan is like if thirty seconds to mars was a folk band tbh.

19. Bright Nights * Dark Days, Cavo

Cavo is an album for those who want to want to be a cowboy. one of the highlights, 'Champagne,' has an incredible head-banging screaming section that is amazing to listen to on repeat. another highlight was 'Ghost,' which is a beautiful and emotional piece. this album is hard rock but i would venture to say it. fits so cleanly into the 'y'allternative' joke genre. this album is amazing and has great imagrey and music that many people into different genres may enjoy.

20. I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, My Chemical Romance

this is mcr's first album and while it took a minute to get into, it has some really incredible raw feeling tracks, emotionally and musically. this was less heavily produced than all their other albums. some of my highlights included 'Early Sunsets Over Monroeville,' 'Headfirst for Halos,' and 'Demolition Lovers.'

21. Room's On Fire, The Luka State

i found one song off of this album years ago, 'Bury Me,' and have loved it since. this album truly does live up to how amazing that one track is. this is an indie rock album with touches of emo/punk, or at least similar sounds to many in those genres. this a relatively depressing album and reminds me of some very specific other groups. some of my favorite tracks were 'Bury Me,' 'Room's on Fire,' and 'Kick In The Teeth.'

#azantisalbumaday2024 #rakshak #bloodywood #GUTS #olivia rodrigo #somnia #ABBOTT #stick season #noah kahan #bright nights * dark days #cavo #i brought you my bullets you brought me your love #my chemical romance #room's on fire #the luka state

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hungry like the wolf

Olivia meets up with her old friend Noa and wants to share every part of her new life with her...including her newest obsession.

cw: whew um...manipulation, smut, allusions to cannibalism, drugging, allusions to murder, blood, blood kink, biting, noncon voyuerisum

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The heat from her latte warms Olivia's fingers as rain patters the windows. She looks around the small coffee shop before checking her watch. The cafe is calm, people filing in and out the glass doors to escape the chilly, damp Oregon air. A slender brunette enters, eyes lighting up as she spots Olivia and waves.

"Noa! Hi! I was worried you wouldn't make it!" Olivia squeals. She embraces her old friend warmly.

"Sorry, the rain held me up. I'm so happy to see you!" Noa orders her coffee and slides into the booth. "What's it been? Like two years?"

"Since that trip down to San Francisco for Emma's wedding I think. God, she got so hammered." Olivia says with a grin.

"I think we were all a little out of control that weekend." Noa replies. Her smile is wide, big brown eyes gleaming.

The server brings Noa her coffee as Olivia braids her dark hair quickly to combat the frizz. The moisture in the air always makes her hair close to completely unmanageable.

"I love the new hair, Liv. When did you dye it?"

Olivia touches a hand to the crown of her head, smiling.

"When I started my new job! I thought it was time for a change. New job, new place, new me, you know?"

Noa nods, sipping her latte.

"I get that. How is the new job, by the way? Must be busy. I couldn't believe that you'd been here for six months and I hadn't heard from you!"

"Yeah, well being a surgical intern can take up a lot of your time. Feel like I never see the light of day sometimes," Olivia chuckles as her face heats up.

Keep it together.

"Have you picked a speciality? I remember when you did pre-med and were so stressed out over it," Noa says with a smile.

Olivia shifts in her seat a little.

"I'm trying a little of everything. Right now, I'm in plastics. I thought it was gonna be all superficial shit, but it's surprisingly…rewarding."

Noa's eyes light up as she leans forward.

"Ironically, I just went out with a guy who is in plastic surgery," she whispers. "He's so cute, like obnoxiously so."

Olivia listens as Noa babbles on about her new guy. She scratches at the paper coffee cup, making little marks in the sides. They are similar to the marks her nails are creating on the inside of her palm under the table.

Keep. It. Together.

For the next thirty minutes, the two women catch up and reminisce. Olivia studies the pretty lines of Noa's face, her slender neck and shoulders. There's a delicateness about her, something Olivia has never seen in herself.

When Noa stands to leave, Olivia does the same. They walk out into the cool night air, the wet pavement reflecting the lights of local bars and shops. Noa wraps her in a hug.

"We should do this again soon! It was so good to see you." Noa says with another friendly smile.

"Yes, totally! Let me know how your weekend with this Steve guy goes."

Noa gives Olivia another hug before she turns to head to her car. Olivia watches her walk down the block, heeled boots clicking on the pavement. She pulls out her phone. The blue light of the screen shines on her face as she selects her most recent contact.

"Hey. Yeah, just got done…." Olivia says before quieting to listen to the husky voice on the other end of the line. Her fingers twitch at her side, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater.

A burning pain causes Olivia to look at down at her palm. Little red crescents mark the smooth skin there from her clenching earlier. She stares at the blood welling up, spreading into the creases of her hand. The engine of a passing car snaps Olivia out of her trance and she replies to the voice on the other end of the call.

"Of course I'll be there," she says with a smile. "I wouldn't miss it."

Olivia hums to herself as she runs her hands along the polished wood paneling of the hallway. It's some 80s song that she'd never heard until recently, but has come to like. This house always makes her feel warm, unlike the rainy, unforgiving world outside. She would live here full time if he let her.

There's a buzzing in her brain, the kind she gets before surgery. It's addictive and makes her fingers tingle to cut into warm flesh and to saw through bone. He wasn't kidding when he said it would be the greatest feeling she's ever experienced. However, Olivia can name one thing here that's even better.

The little tune in her head is still going strong as Olivia reaches a door at the end of the hallway. She places her key on the sensor and slides the heavy wood frame open. In the corner, a bundle of blankets moves slightly. She can hear whimpering and sniffling. Olivia struggles to keep from rolling her eyes. Brown eyes look up at her from the floor, red and filled with tears.

"Oh my God, Liv! Olivia, please. Help me. I can't…I don't know…" Noa mumbles.

The sedative he gave Noa was strong, hospital grade. Olivia should know. She helped him steal it. Olivia gave her more anesthetic when she brought her back here earlier today. He doesn't know about that, but that's what makes this fun.

Olivia crouches down to look at Noa more closely.

"You know, when he told me that he met a girl at the grocery store, I never in a million years thought it would be you."

Noa's sniffling quiets as her eyes flit over Olivia's smiling face.

"What…what are you talking about?" Noa asks, voice quiet from exhaustion and stress.

Olivia stands up straighter, hands on her hips. She never comes down to talk to the girls, but this one was too good to resist.

"I'm talking about you, silly. You're really lucky, you know? He likes you. He likes you a lot, actually. I'd be jealous, but I guess I have certain…assets that you don't possess anymore."

Olivia smiles widely as Noa looks up in horror. She starts to cry again, burying her face in the pillow. Olivia's voice is light as she looks around the room.

"It could be worse, Noa. You get food everyday, a comfortable place to sleep, nice lighting. And look at this view!" Olivia exclaims, gesturing to the mural painted on the wall.

Noa turns her head back to Olivia slowly, tears shiny on her face. Olivia can practically taste the salt from here. He loves it when they cry, and she loves anything he loves.

"Why? Why are you doing this? You…were my friend." Noa mumbles.

Olivia sighs. This time she doesn't resist rolling her eyes.

"Because….well, surgery got boring. The same thing, day after day, week after week. He offered me something better. He saw something in me that I didn't even realize I had," she says dreamily.

"The first time was…rough. But with practice, I got used to it. Now, he needs me in a way that he will never need you, or any other girl that comes in here. That…that's special, you know?"

Olivia gets back down onto the floor at Noa's eye level. A simmering rage appears under the surface of her skin, begging to be let out. This girl is ungrateful, not knowing how lucky she actually is to still be here. How lucky she is to even be breathing. If Olivia had it her way, she'd slit her throat and watch the blood stain the plush carpet.

"Tell me, when he fucked you…did he go down on you? Make you come with his tongue until you felt like you couldn't take it anymore?" Olivia asks, her tone cold and flat. "Do you know why, Noa? Because he wanted to taste you first. Needed to know how sweet you could be. He did the same to me. The only difference is instead of cutting me up, he kept me."

"You're fucking insane," Noa slurs.

The anger boils over as Olivia feels her teeth grind together. Red spots her vision as she stands and takes a step forward, only stopping when she hears the door behind her slide open.

"Olivia, that's enough," Steve tells her sternly.

She quickly turns around, the furious expression replaced with one of joy. Her heart flutters at the sight of him, a dark button down paired with dark slacks. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing off toned muscles and veins that make her mouth water.

"Sorry, baby," Olivia murmurs as her arms wrap around his neck. "You know I like to play with my food."

Steve hums and smiles slightly as Olivia gets on her tiptoes to kiss the spot behind his ear. She turns back to Noa who is mumbling from her spot on the floor. Olivia's back is pressed to Steve's chest, the muscle there lean and toned from years of meticulous exercise and a very specific diet. He rubs the tip of his nose along Olivia's neck as he inhales.

"I told you she was a good one," Steve murmurs against her soft skin. "She just needed to learn some manners first, that's all."

Olivia shifts from one foot to another, her ass brushing against Steve's hips. She lets out a whimper as he wraps an arm around her torso. His grip tightens and she feels teeth graze her earlobe.

"You wanna show her what happens to good girls, sweetheart?"

Olivia nods her head rapidly. She feels his smile against the side of her face. Her body melts as Steve continues to kiss the wisps of curls at her ears. One of his hands drifts up to her slender neck, making Olivia moan. Heat spreads along her core as arousal starts to drip into her panties.

"Use your words. Let Noa hear how much you want it."

She moves again, this time rubbing against Steve's hardening length. He squeezes her throat a little harder. His long fingers nearly meet his thumb around the back of her neck and Olivia knows what those hands are capable of. The thought makes her thighs rub together as another moan slips between her full lips.

"Steve, please fuck me," Olivia whines. It's high pitched and needy, going straight to Steve's cock.

He steps back to drag the zipper of Olivia's dress down her back slowly. She feels his fingertips skim her bare skin. It sends shivers down her spine. Olivia looks down at Noa, who can barely raise her head up off the floor. Her brown eyes are red from crying and it makes Olivia smile.

Soon, her dress is pooled at her feet as Steve walks around her slowly. He likes to appreciate her, taking in every curve of her body and angle of her bones.

"Fucking exquisite," he rasps as he stops in front of her.

Steve leans down, capturing her mouth with his. Olivia graps the collar of his shirt, pulling Steve closer to her as she wraps her tongue around his. Steve's teeth pierce her bottom lip, breaking the skin and causing the taste of copper to flood their mouths. He groans, pulling back. His pupils are blown out as his breath comes in short pants. The sight of blood on Olivia's lips makes him throb.

"Gotta have more, Liv. So fuckin' sweet."

Still gripping the collar of his shirt, Olivia walks backwards until her ass hits the edge of a small table against the wall. She hops up, spreading her legs to show Steve the dark fabric of her soaked panties.

"It's all yours, baby. However much you need." she purrs.

Steve licks his lips, squeezing her thighs and falling to his knees. Olivia feels a surge of power go through her as she looks over at Noa, helpless and weak on the floor. She doesn't get to have Steve like this and it makes Olivia grin even more widely.

She looks down and runs a hand through Steve's thick brown hair and around to his cheek. Her thumb grazes along his plump, pink bottom lip. With her hand still on his jaw, she guides him forward. Instead of straight to her pussy like he planned, Olivia turns his head slightly until his nose rubs the soft skin of her inner thigh.

"You need me to taste you here first? I can smell how ready you are for me, like a fuckin' whore. You sure you even need it?" he asks, looking up at her through thick, dark lashes.

"Please, fuck, just do it! It's been too long, Steve, just please," Olivia keens as she grips his hair tightly. She knows that he loves when his girls beg.

He smirks up at her from between her trembling thighs and bites the skin there, hard. Olivia screams as his teeth go even deeper into the soft flesh. Warmth runs down her thigh onto the wood surface below. She arches her back, pushing the meat of her leg deeper into his mouth. When Steve pulls back his lips are tinted red, a bloody smile on his handsome face.

"Good girl, good fuckin' girl," he growls. He stands up, pulling the lacy fabric of her panties down her long legs.

Olivia frantically grabs at his waistband as Steve kisses her deeply. She can taste the copper on his tongue, salty and sweet when mixed with the mint of his toothpaste. He trails his mouth down her neck to suck on the skin above her collarbone.

"You're gonna get what you need, don't worry. Gonna fuck you until that pussy is sore," Steve growls against her skin.

Once his belt is undone and pants unbuttoned, she reaches inside to grip his cock. He groans, teeth cutting harshly into the skin of her shoulder as his hips rut into her soft palm. She feels blood trickle down her chest and lets out a whimper.

"Fuck me like you couldn't fuck her. I want her to see," Olivia moans into his ear as his fingers slip between her legs and into her soaking cunt.

She looks over at Noa, smiling widely at the dead expression on the girl's face. She gets off on this, the violence, the pain, and the desperation.

His fingers spread her open as Olivia pulls his cock to her. Steve drives in quick and hard, filling her up to the hilt. The pace he sets is immediately vicious. Blood smears on their thighs and Olivia's chest as Steve throws his head back.

"God, fuck, you're perfect. Take it all, baby, so good for me," he growls as Olivia's body bangs into the wall.

Every thrust pulls a whimper from her as she digs her long nails into his broad shoulders.

"Daddy, it hurts," she whines, knowing how much he enjoys having her like this.

"I know, you fuckin' love it, don't you? You're fucked up, just a fucked up little slut," He murmurs against her lips as he pounds into her harder.

The table rattles against the wall and the mirror behind Olivia presses into her back sharply. She likes this side of him. It's the one he has to hide from everyone else except her. Anyone else who sees it doesn't usually make it out alive.

The pressure that's been building between her legs is multiplied by a thousand as his thrusts get deeper. She can feel herself dripping down onto the table, a mixture of blood and arousal that makes everything throb.

"God, Steve, just like that, harder please," she begs.

Steve grips her thighs and pulls her up off the table a little. Her hands scramble to grip the sides. His cock starts to hit the spot she loves and her breath comes in higher pitched pants. She looks up at him, sweat dripping down his sharp cheekbones as he flashes her a sinister smile.

"Gush for me and I'll let you taste her first."

Like magic, Olivia comes hard. Her back arches towards him as white flashes behind her closed eyes. Steve's whispered praises fill her ears as she screams. His cock throbs and he groans, warmth flooding her cunt as he spills into her. His thrusts become uneven and slow as he finishes filling her up.

They both are panting, covered in blood and sweat as Steve kisses Olivia on the temple softy. She looks back to Noa, whose eyes are closed tightly. A fog comes over her as she leans her head on Steve's shoulder before he pulls out. Her legs ache and the bites on her chest and thigh burn and throb like her cunt.

Steve's blue eyes meet hers as he pulls his pants up, belt buckle clanging slightly from the movement.

"I meant what I said, gorgeous," he rasps before licking his lips. "You can have her first."

Olivia slides off the table. She feels his cum and her blood drip down her legs, leaving her feeling filthy and used. A bright smile fills her pretty face before placing a kiss on Steve's glistening face.

"I'll meet you in the kitchen."

#steve kemp #steve kemp x you #steve kemp fic #sebstan #freshmovie #fresh the movie #sebastian stan

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cosmic sidestep - their multiverse p4 [Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3]

The days crawl by in his not-life.

He’s out of place. Lost. Purposeless. There’s too much time to think, to remember, to compare. Sleep becomes a chore and the moment his head hits the pillow, Luc discovers himself lost in wretched dreams where Blake and Ryan somehow blend together and he’s trying to reach for them only for his own face and his own hands to shove him away.

He always wakes up disorientated. Dry heaving, choking back tears and fighting for air in a way that brings the nice doctor running to his side and injecting him with something calming until he can breathe again.

Once, Luc had thought he was past this. Not the bitter tang of his grief – that would never fade, but the sharpness of it. It had dulled under the spark of hope he nursed close to his chest. Hope that Blake was still out there. Hope that the only man he belongs to isn’t truly gone.

He could never truly be gone. Luc refuses to accept that possibility.

But the days wear on and yet another year rolls by since the mission to explore closer to the rift had been given the go ahead and Blake had been chosen. Of course he had. He was one of the best.

And then Luc’s parents too. Chosen by the Galaxy Alliance’s top brass too, for the same reason.

And Luc, far away on the outer rim, had only just made it back in time to watch the launch from the deck of the Astral Horizon with his sister and her brood at their side.

It was supposed to only be a flyby, a cursory scouting run, but no one had anticipated the flare. One minute they were there, the next, the anomaly’s readings were off the charts. It flashed, a blinding, bright crescendo-

Then… they were gone.

Luc still counted every single day. Every hour. Every moment without them.

How he functioned – losing his husband and his parents in the same pulsing swell of light and heat– Luc didn’t know. Olivia had been distraught, but her children and her husband had saved her from succumbing to despair completely.

There hadn’t been anyone left to save Luc. Just the ghosts that walked with him through the empty voids of his heart.

“This whole thing is fucking insane,” Luca spits angrily, and not for the first time, falling backwards onto the bunk he had once called his own. It hadn’t been that long since he had carted his small bag of all his worldly possessions, his little drone and his guitar to settle into Ryan’s quarters near the bridge but this bunk still felt a little bit like home. Familiar, really.

Harris gives him a sympathetic pat.

“It is fucking wild,” she agrees.

Luca shakes his head furiously, mouth hard and tense. It’s easier to channel his low grade unease and anxiety into anger than it is to face what’s really happening. It’s crazy. It’s insane. It’s…. it terrifies him in a way he can’t bring himself to face.

Much easier to wield his denials like a weapon.

“We don’t even look alike!” he continues to vent.

Burgaw snorts from the other bunk. “Yeah, you do.”

“Bullshit!”

“Luca, he’s literally you. Fifteen years from now,” Harris says. She gives his cheek a cheeky pinch in an effort to lighten the mood. He knows she’s trying to make everything less weird, to ease his unease but all it does is make him seethe. “I knew you would always keep this babyface even in your thirties, though, and now there’s proof.”

He slaps her hand away, wanting to give in to the hot tears pricking behind his eyes. “Shut up.”

“It’s gonna be okay, Luca,” Burgaw sighs. Her voice is a disembodied echo from the top bunk. She’s lying back and he can’t see her eyes, only her profile as she stares at the Berlin’s metal ceilings. “Aren’t you even a little bit curious about his world? Where he came from? Your other life?”

There’s a lot he wants to say to that. It all percolates around in his brain, too many thoughts and fears and same sickening replay of his stomach dropping into his boots. The first time they had explained who the stranger was, where they had found him – none of it seemed real. Right up until they put them in a room together, Luca had thought the whole damn thing was a joke.

In the end, it was the expression on his other self’s face – his face, just… older - when Ryan had walked into the room that had made Luca suddenly believe.

Luca had never had anything worth losing before, but he already knows what he will look like if he lost Ryan.

Luc isn’t particularly surprised when Mason tracks him down in the starboard observation lounge. The captain had deemed him safe enough to have run of the ship, except for the hulking escort that shadowed his movements. Some behemoth with super powers that didn’t exist in his world. What did they call it? Bio-ticks? Close. Biotics.

Luc had tried briefly to strike up a conversation with the man, only to get vague grunts in reply. Clearly not a talker and Luc didn’t have the energy to push it.

When the door opens, he doesn’t look away from the nebular swirling in the distance. He expected it to be his escort, only he gets his Dad instead.

The urge to call him that is tight in his chest. Mason, in his world, had been the one to stay home with them when they were younger. Then his parents had swapped and it had been Isaac at the forefront of Luc’s teenage years. It’s unsettling coming face to face with Mason now. Mason with a different face.

Luc almost half expects to see his twin on Mason’s heels and the sudden bout of longing for his sister slams him so hard he almost forgets how to breathe.

The devastation must show on his face because Mason’s lips purse. “If this isn’t a good time, I can come back.”

Typical Mason. “No,” Luc sighs, gesturing to the couch across from him. He’s resigned to this. It’s been a long time coming. “I figured you would have questions eventually. You talked to Isaac?”

Mason crosses the room, stalking almost. He moves like a predator and he watches Luc just as intently. It’s not natural. In fact, it’s downright terrifying if Luc allows himself to think about it too much. He swallows as Mason lowers himself to the seat, trying to guess at all the parts of him that had been augmented.

He’s heard the rumors too. And the ship’s intranet was a gossip and information goldmine that had been embarrassingly easy to get access to.

Too easy. Luc couldn’t help but wonder if he had had a little help.

He eyes Mason now and tries to smile. Odd to think this lethal killing machine in front of him considered him to be the threat. But he’s typical, a-grade all human. There’s nothing particularly special about him except that he slipped through a tear in the space time continuum and ended up in the wrong reality.

Mason leans back, stare unblinking. “I did.”

“So…” Luc waits for Mason to say more but he doesn’t. “You know.”

Mason nods, giving little away. “I do.”

The beat goes on too long. Silence in the wake of the ship’s life support systems and only the ragged edge to Luc’s breathing. He feels himself fraying. All his edges, held tight protectively, somehow start to unravel.

And he has to ask.

He has to know.

“Can you help me?” Luc whispers through dry lips, even though he knows it’s pointless. They’re at war, their resources here are stretched pitifully thin. There’s no guarantee he’s even in the right time slip.

There’s no guarantee they’re even alive… but Luca won’t forgive himself if he doesn’t try so he squeezes his eyes closed and pins his hopes on a dream. “Can you help me find them?”

-- Mason hadn’t meant to seek Luc out, but he runs twelve laps around the Berlin and still finds himself restless. He slows, grabbing a barely needed towel and wiping the few minor drops of sweat from his augmented body and finds Luc in the observation lounge.

Now that he looks closer, he can see the echoes of Isaac in him so clearly. The straight spine, the lifted chin, the shade of his eyes and the line of his nose. Luc is fine boned, lean, and even in his 30’s he still looks obscenely youthful even if he’s shed the ever present softness of his cheeks his younger counterpart still sports. Luc carries himself with the confidence of a soldier. A military man. And with what Mason has learned of their other selves, he’s not surprised this Luc followed his father and went career too.

But now that he was here, looking into Luc’s slightly wary face, Mason isn’t sure what to say.

In another world, this young man is his son.

The magnitude of it. The longing. It’s bittersweet to know.

“Did something happen?” Luc finally asks, long after Mason had known he’d been speaking for Isaac too when he promised they would do what they could. What could they do other than hover and wait by the tear? They couldn’t sit out the entire war on the fringes, he knew that. But for now… they’d stay. “Or do you need to ask something?”

The invitation for more is there, laid starkly on the table. Luc knows Mason is curious and Mason doesn’t bother to hide it.

“Is it weird for you to talk about?” Mason finally says, shifting in his seat. It seems vaguely unnatural, like he’s only playing at being human. It’s less disconcerting the more time Luc spends with him and somehow, the separation makes the ache inside him hurt less.

“No,” he finally answers. “Not really. I kind of like it, I guess. Makes me remember. Makes me think about them – makes them feel real. Otherwise I just end up wondering if it’s all a dream.”

“Still. It can’t be easy.” Mason lifts a dark brow and Luca knows he’s pointing in a roundabout way to his father and his husband. “Being here with us.”

Luc leans forward, linking his fingers. “Well. Yeah. Some parts more than others.”

Mason doesn’t need the explanation. He had never understood the intensity that brewed between the Berlin’s pilot and the much younger engineer but he’s less surprised than he should have been to know it transcended lives. It makes him think of his own changing feelings. Of the nights he had spent recently in the Captain’s quarters, savoring with delight the way Isaac shivered and melted and came apart under his touch after succumbing to Mason's first kiss. Mason thought he had lost his home, had resigned himself to being alone the day he had slipped the ring off his finger and dropped it bitterly into the ship’s recyclers, only to realize now it had only been a waypoint for something so much deeper.

Something real and profound. And unexpected.

He pulls his attention back to the dark haired man in front of him. Luc’s dark eyes watch him knowingly.

“Your… husband,” Mason cringes slightly to say the word and he’s not entirely sure why. “I don’t know why it feels weird to hear you say that when you talk about Ryan.”

“Blake was my flight instructor back in basic,” Luc half laughs. He’s almost smiling, even if his eyes are a little shiny. Mason can see how he still smarts from his loss but he’s trying to muscle through. “I took one look at him, felt something I couldn't explain, and pursued him relentlessly.”

Mason hadn’t expected to hear that. He tries to reconcile it with the version of Luca he knows - young, unsure. Crippling self-doubt. He can see here this is where the two of them diverge and he needs to know more. “You pursued him?”

“Well, we fucked the first night,” Luc says blithely, waving a hand. Mason blinks and chuckles inwardly. Yeah, still Luca. “-and I couldn’t let him go. Luckily it was mutual. But when almost got caught and when Blake realized our relationship might mean I wouldn’t be allowed to graduate, he sorta tried to pump the brakes-“

Now that didn’t sound like the Blake Ryan Mason knew.

“But,” Luc continues, this time with a genuine grin. “I convinced him to just marry me instead.”

As quickly as it came, Luc’s smile slips but Mason tries to hold onto the moment.

“I don’t imagine that took a lot of effort,” Mason said dryly, half smiling. He was thinking of the Luca and Ryan he knows, their sheer codependence and Ryan’s protective fierceness every time someone looked twice at him curled around his boy.

“No,” Luc agreed. “It didn’t. But we had to keep it secret for a long time.”

Mason’s frown makes Luc clarify. “Galaxy alliance regs. So we wouldn’t be separated.” He slumps back against the couch and turns his face to the stars outside the viewport. “But I guess that didn’t work out so well after all.” -- [part 4]

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