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dracowars · 4 years

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i read your first request and it’s AMAZING!! i loved it soo much, so i was wondering if you could write smth where y/n is dracos gf - they meet in his dorm room after class, but one day she’s super late and acting really weird, draco doesn’t bother, tries to comfort her, and maybe get a lil steamy, but she doesn’t want to.. he then discovers scaring on her hand, and she tells him that crabble sent her to umbridge for doing smth bad.. you can decide on the plot, those are just some ideas! xx

engraved | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 3,0k

summary: where y/n's visit to the new headmistress leads to a heated argument with draco

a/n: thank you very much for your kind words and for requesting, i really hope that you like it <3

warnings: a little steamy, angst, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

Trying to hold back the tears, you run down the sparse torch-lit corridors of Hogwarts, your footsteps echoing from the thick stone walls around you creating the only other sound besides your soft sobs. You press your left hand against your chest while you burst into the closest girls' bathroom, which is completely empty at this time, especially since Dolores Umbridge is in charge of the rules here.

It has been less than a month since she crept into school as the new headmistress and everything is already upside down. Students are allowed to walk around at a certain time only, detours between lessons are not acceptable at all, couples are almost no longer allowed to exist and actually, just all kind of fun and joy at Hogwarts has been extingusihed by her rules.

However, worst of all are the punishments for breaking any of Umbridge's thousand rules. Recently she has founded the so-called Inquisitorial Squad, a select group of students who help her to locate every kind of violations happening around the school. They sneak around the hallways on their hourly tours at night and report every so tiny thing to their new boss immediately. Most of these students are, of course, Slytherin's. Your boyfriend Draco was also offered to become a part of this squad, which he gladly accepted and was named its leader. You exactly know how perfect Draco fits into the role of the bad and ruthless leader, but still, you weren't very happy about it. After all, this woman is currently destroying your second home and he is helping her in a certain way.

Being the girlfriend of the Inquisitorial Squad's leader made you think that nothing can harm you, but oh, you were terribly wrong. Usually by this time in the early evening after your last course in Transfiguration you would already be in Draco's prefect dorm room, cuddling on his bed and just talking about your day. Because of the new established rules, you have to sneak into his room, trying to not get caught, but so far it has not been a very big problem. Even if someone of the other Slytherin's catches you, they will be far too scared of Draco to report it. But unfortunately everything took a different turn today.

During your Transfiguration lesson you had to admit that you forgot to do your homework, something that doesn't happen often but the current situation in Hogwarts burdens everyone, even the teachers, and on top of that you also came too late. Not that McGonagall was mad at you or anything, you are one of her best students after all, and a simple warning that it should not happen again was enough punishment in her opinion. Unluckily for you, Vincent Crabbe, one of your boyfriend's goons, is also in your class. And he definetely takes his job as an inquisitor a little too serious.

When you wanted to get out of the classroom, he suddenly got in your way and blocked it, waiting for everyone else to leave. At first you thought he was just trying to be funny again, you have never had a problem with each other in the first place. But apparently Crabbe prefers to receive an award from Umbridge to your friendship and the fact that you are in the same house didn't stop him in deducting twenty house points from his own house because you broke two rules. You never expected him to have a big brain, but that he even dragged you into Umbridge's office afterwards just because you forgot your homework in a class she is not even a part of, was even too stupid for a Vincent Crabbe.

And only then did it get really bad.

A tear has now found its way down your cheek, but you hastily wipe it away and run to the sinks in the girls' bathroom. You quickly turn on the faucet and hold your reddened, throbbing hand under the ice-cold water, your lips escapes a painful gasp. You squeeze your eyes shut at the pain and let the water run down your skin, hoping to soothen your aching flesh. What Umbridge did to you can no longer be considered a punishment, it was more of a torture.

As soon as Crabbe rudely pushed you into her disgusting pink office, he immediately received his desired reward and left you alone with this monster of a woman. This disgusting woman greeted you with a fake cunning smile and asked you to sit on one of the chairs at her table, the cats trapped in the pictures on every inch of the wall meowing in your ear. First you resisted against her request but soon realized that discussions with her are of no use and sat down after all.

With that peculiar high tone of hers, she handed you a black quill and then asked you to write 'I must not be late' onto the parchment until you memorize it. She also told you that you won't need any ink. With an annoyed roll of your eyes you straightend up your position, put the tip of the quill onto the paper and started writing. Not even spelling out the sentence one time, you felt a sharp pain on the back of your hand with every further letter you wrote down. As you took a look at your hand you noticed the exact words you just wrote were engraved on your skin.

Shocked, you glanced at Umbridge, but she just stood their with a smile on her face, shaking her head and shrugging. You figured out that the ink was made from your own blood and also that every word would only hurt more. And that is exactly what it did. She must have let you write that one single sentence down over fifthy times before she was sure you had learned your lesson.

You yourself didn't really care if you did, all you wanted to do was to get out of that hell as soon as possible. And now you are here, standing in absolute pain in front of an already broken mirror in a cold bathroom.

You have to blink a few times while looking up at the ceiling to hold back your tears and then you look at your injured hand again. You pull it out from under the running water for a moment, only to see that you are still able to perfectly read the words. The cold water did not really ease the pain, it almost feels like it has gotten worse. You lightly touch the reddend, blood smeared skin around the actual wound with your fingertip and just at the slightest touch you flinch and pull your hand back.

You don't know how long you stood there and held your hand under the water as suddenly a thought pops up in your mind: Draco. If he finds out about what happened, he will be furious. Also, he is probably already waiting for you for two hours, not that it is unusual for you to be late to your daily meetings with your boyfriend, you always get caught up by some work for school, but you never needed this long before. Is he already looking for you?

Without waisting another thought, you close the tap again, dry your hand very gently and then go out of the girls' bathroom, always careful not to run into the next squad member's arms and get sent back to the devil itself. Fortunately, you manage to find your way to the common room without getting caught, only once imagining that you heard Mrs. Norris. After you have said the password successfully, you enter the, luckily, empty room.

You quickly make your way to Draco's prefect dorm room, pulling the sleeve of your cloak - or as you have just noticed because of the large size, Draco's cloak - over your wounded hand so that it remains hidden. All you want is to be hugged now and comforted by him and not that he gets upset and angry and probably storm to Umbridge's office right away. Softly, you knock on the door and take in a deep breath, before it is opened vigorously.

Immediately you are pulled into the room, the door behind you is closed, even locked, and you get pressed against it with your back. In front of you is none other than your incredibly handsome boyfriend whose eyes seek eye contact with you in an instant. "Where were you?", Draco asks in a calm voice, gently stroking his fingertips over your cheeks to your chin, causing goosebumps to spread all over your body.

"I-I was held in Transfiguration. I had to catch up on some tasks and I forgot the time. I'm sorry, Draco", you lie into his face, really not wanting to tell him anything about what happend. "You made me wait a long time for you today, are you aware of that, darling?", he reminds you with a cheeky grin, his face slowly coming closer to yours. You know exactly what that look, that expression in his suddenly darker eyes means. He moves the hand that is not under your chin over your side and lets it stay on your hip. "But that is no problem, love. We still have enough time.."

With these words he then connects your lips into a hungry kiss, pressing you more against the door to his room. His hand on your hip squeezes you harder and he runs his other hand down to your neck. His firm grip makes you gasp, only earning a deep chuckle from the platinum haired boy.

For this brief moment in which he caught you off guard by slamming his lips onto yours, you had forgotten everything around you, but it did not last long and suddenly all the experiences come back into your head. Not wanting to continue this, you put your hands on his chest, trying to push him away from you but you only manage to break the kiss, which does not please him at all.

"I'm really not in the mood today, Draco", you explain, hoping that he will understand, like he usually does. "You will be, just wait and see", he winks playfully, absolutely not noticing the seriousness in your voice. Before you can say anything you only see the corners of his mouth curl up and next thing you know is he's attacking your neck, sucking and nibbling at that specific spot behind your ear.

Because of the actually pleasing feeling, you put more pressure on Draco's upper arms, which you are now unintentionally holding onto. "D-Draco", you softly whimper as he takes off your green tie and starts unbuttoning your white blouse, his rough kisses slowly wandering to your collarbone. "Please, Draco, stop", you manage to bring out, clearer than previously, but he ignores your request and just continues with what he is doing.

"We both know that you don't want me to stop", Draco whispers in your ear and connects your lips again, this time even rougher, not giving you the opportunity to say anything. It takes you a few seconds until you, in fact, try to relax under his touch and let yourself go, tilting your head to one side so he has even more access to the sensitive skin on your neck, which is already bluish.

But you just can't. You can't force yourself to do this after the horrifying encounter with Umbridge.

With a strong, forceful push you manage to shove Draco away from you ungently, a shocked and kind of annoyed expression plastered upon his face. "I said stop, Draco!", you practically scream at him, his forehead furrowed as the tears well back into your eyes. You want to pass him and go to his bed, but he quickly grabs your wrist and stops you. Immediately you harshly swat your hand away.

"Let me go and just leave me alone! You are always so insensitive!", you yell at him again, the emotions taking over your actions, but this time the tears find their way down your cheeks and only now Draco notices your change of appearance, how puffy your cheeks are and how your eyes are swollen and bloodshot, as if you had already cried before coming to his room.

Crying, you lie down on his bed, facing the wall so that your back is facing him. Draco frowns for a moment when he sees your devastated figure trembling from your heavy sobs. You cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your crying, but that only makes it worse. You can feel the mattress sink down beneath you as Draco lies down beside you, not touching you in the slightest.

A few minutes pass in which noone speaks, only your crying can be heard throughout the silence of the room. Your desperate attempts to calm yourself down and wipe away your recurring tears fails dramatically. Draco, on the other hand, lies next to you motionless, his head propped up on his elbow. If there is one thing in this entire traumatic enough world that he hates the most, it definetely is seeing you, the love of his life, his soulmate, cry. He would love to punch himself for not noticing how bad you are feeling sooner. Feelings of guilt start to plague him and he doesn't know what to do, if you even want to be touched by him anymore, especially in this fragile state.

Nevertheless, Draco finally decides to approach you slowly by stroking your hair gently and carefully to not scare you. He just wants to show you that he is here for you, that he is by your side, even if you may not feel like talking right now. When he notices that you are not resisting his touch, he runs his fingertips over your arm, trying to comfort you somehow without it being too much. And when you don't fight against that either, Draco suddenly wraps his arms around your still shaking body from behind and presses you tightly against him.

"Please don't cry, sweetheart", he softly whispers into your ear, lifting his head so he gets a glimpse of your face from the side. "Please stop..", he almost begs and feels tears pricking in his own eyes now as well. He has seen you cry a few times already, but never this much. It breaks his heart. "I'm here for you, angel."

In his strong and protective arms, tightly secured around your waist, you finally manage to calm down at least a little bit and turn around to face him. You don't dare to look at him with your probably disfigured face from all the crying, but Draco has other plans. He puts a hand on your cheek, guiding your face up to make you look at him. In your shiny, pain-ridden eyes, he is trying to find an answer to your condition, not wanting to pressure you to tell him if you don't want to.

"D-Draco", you stutter out between your sobs. "Shh..", he hushs you softly, his left hand stroking up and down your side in order to comfort you. "Take it easy, okay? Breathe in deeply. Whatever happened, I'm here for you. I protect you. Always."

Knowingly, you nod and wipe away some tears again, Draco helping you with his thumb. When you let your hand drop again, he catches your hand in his gently and wants to intertwine your fingers as his gaze falls on the still reddened wound on the back of your hand. His eyes widen as he sees the wound consisting of words painfully engraved into your skin. His mouth opens in pure shock. "What is that? Who did this to you, Y/N?!"

With a sad gasp you quickly pull your hand away, the expression on his face immediately falling since you are avoiding his touch and don't trust him with this. Only at seeing your scared face Draco notices that his last words became a bit louder and he is quick to pull you into a comforting hug again. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to scare you", he apologizes and places a kiss on your hair. "You know that you can tell me everything, Y/N. But if you don't want to, then at least show me your injury again please."

Silently, you escape his grip and lift your hand for him to see. He carefully examines the back of your hand, looking into your eyes here and then to see if his touch hurts. "U-Umbridge", you sob while he is still busy viewing your wound. At your words he raises an eyebrow in surprise.

"I-I was late for class and forgot my homework and then.. and then Crabbe sent me to her office. She.. She did-", you try to explain, but just can't find the right words. Draco caresses your cheek gently, apparently understanding what happened.

"I will kill her", Draco grinds his teeth, obviously fighting himself to hold back the anger that is currently raising inside of him like a burning flame. This woman dared to lay a hand on you and put you in such a state. And Crabbe won't get away with this either. Because of the tremendous anger, Draco is already getting up from the soft mattress, ready to fight.

"Please s-stay with me, Draco", you entreat him, not wanting to loose the warmth of his body next to you that manages to calm you down. At your words, his tense body relaxes and the boiling fire inside of him diminishes, but only slightly. Just because of you he's not already on his way to her office and give her hell.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry you had to go through this alone and I'm sorry for my behavior earlier", Draco starts to ramble, feeling guilty for not being able to protect you.

"You couldn't know. I-I really don't want to talk about it anymore.. Can you please just hold me, Draco?", you sob and he does what you asked him to do right away. His arms pull you closer to him and the delicate, fragrant scent that emenates from him calms you down, lowering your cries.

"I will never let you go", Draco whispers quietly, reassuring you that he will defintely never let you get hurt again. Not on his watch even if that means that he has to stick to you every second from now on, then so it will be.

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #me on the first post:#its not a liveblog!#me this time: it kinda is. but not in the same format as my tmm one #i like doing one post for a handful of eps bc it saves time #and crowds my blog less #and also i just like talking abt what im watching lol #dp thoughts

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thegeekcloud · 3 years

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What the f* is E = mc² and why is it connected to the atomic bomb?

Glad you didn't ask

Einstein with the simple theorem changed the world, but it is not even what he got a nobel for. This mathematical equation tells us that energy and mass are one and the same thing.

"Wait", I hear you say, "if I am 150 pounds of energy why can't I just charge ny cellphone for free in my ear?"

To answer that, we must consider a simple law chemists and physicists use alike:

Matter searches out and obtains the state with the lowest energy

Or, if you prefer:

Matter is even lazier than garfield and does not want to do anything other than the absolutely necessary

One more law we must consider:

Energy cannot be created or destroyed

Put those three things together and we get a matter which, if in a state which it has low energy (doesn't have to do loads of stuff, on plane mode or smth), does not want to leave this state unless it finds another lower one (where it has to di even less stuff)

To charge a phone, or make a bomb, energy has to be released, transfered from one point to another. Energy is absorbed or exported when matter changes states (and to be exact we can take energy from something if the matter of that smth finds a state of lower energy to go). But if the dumb matter doesn't want to scoot over to another couch we cannot get our energy. Chemical products are made for that exact reason, and only then; when being together takes less energy than staying apart.

Now, what does mass got to do with this?

Well, as i said, mass is equivalent to energy in the equation of Einstein. Many chemical products have a total energy lower than the one we would get if we added the equivalent energies for each one of the particles/elements composing them seperately. That is why they came together in the first place. And therefore if something causes them to break apart again we would get a difference in mass (or energy) before and after the reaction. That difference, which is now released, was stored while together in the form of bonds holding everything packed.

!You might had been told in high school that mass in a reaction is conserved. What is truly conserved is the energy on the two sides of the chemical equation, whether that is in the form of mass or not (for example heat).

Imagine a rope holding two balls, one on each edge. Someone decides to set it on fire to cut it (scissors don't exist in your world). The 2 balls will be separated but the total length of the rope, will be smaller because fire is of nature and ergo unpredictable. I can't think of a better example I'm sorry.

When sheldon tried to purchase Uranium he did it for a very specific reason; uranium is not really stable and breaking it apart into smaller pieces is easier than other elements. Usually to do that we send an extra neutron to collide with the nucleus in what i like to call Reactor Pool. The difference in mass, again due to Einstein's relation E=mc², gives us a difference in energy:

ΔΕ = Δm * c²

That energy is released in fractions of a second which, if not controlled by a stable number of reactions in a lab, can lead to an explosion. That happens because during said reaction the Uranium break apart, which means there are produced more neutrons (1 original neutron if it reacts with one atom of Uranium f.e. gives us 3 free neutrons after the reaction, each of which can react with one atom making 3 new reactions in the box)

Why is it a boom?

Well one single nucleus of Uranium can produce

234100000 eV of energy

1kg of it is equivalent (as energy goes) to 17000 tons (17000000 kg) of dynamite (tnt). One stick of dynamite is apparently 0.19 kg. So yes. That is a lot of sticks for very little uranium.

More Science

#boom #science #nuclear physics #einstein #physics #sheldon #e=mc²

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junipersgarden · 4 years

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metanoia 4. | Hijack

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

SUMMARY: After the intense and insane day of Venice flooding again from that gigantic water monster, Y/N and Peter want things to go back to normal but Nick Fury has other plans...

WORD COUNT: 3528 words

WARNINGS: A singular swear word from Nick Fury

a/n: hello everyone!! here is the next part of my series ‘metanoia’ and i hope you enjoy!!

[NOT MY GIF]

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Inside Room 11 of Hotel de Matteis

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from: F/N ✌️

HYDRO WHAT NOW?!

from: you

Hydro-Man. apparently he's a sailor who suddenly

got water powers from an experiment or smth.

from: F/N ✌️

science. always the cause.

just y/n/n, are you okay?

we saw it all on the news and that 'thing' and what it did...

from you:

i'm okay and safe. everyone is and thankfully,

not one got hurt.

are you alright?

from: F/N ✌️

it was just, a massive scare.

after the whole 'blip' and everything and now this?

we literally can't have a break! and there's no one to protect us!

from: you

yeah ik. everything's just been chaotic.

im certain things will change tho and will get better.

plus, we have each other and pretty sure Spidey and Saviour as well.

from: F/N ✌️

guess we do... thanks y/n/n

anyways, i suggest you call your mum back or text her.

she was in hysterics and was screaming at Harrington thru the phone.

was pretty funny ngl, well without the situation.

from: you

will do.

i gtg now sorry; Harrington wants us up and early.

ill get to mum in a bit and will tell you more i promise.

gn nub!

from: F/N ✌️

you better... > : )

gn geek! : P

Slumping against the door, you sink to the ground and drop your phone lazily into your lap. The moonlight shines into your face from your open window, the night's cool breeze drifts and ruffle the worn down curtains.

I just want a break.

Your mind wonders and races with flashbacks of today's events; the screaming and collapsing buildings, water rapidly running and wrecking the streets of Venice and Venetian's homes and everyone; it's only the first day of the Europe Trip and it's already a mess... typical luck.

A vibration from your lap surprises you as you jolt upward lightly. The screen illuminates with its bright light directly into your eyes with the message notification: 1 New Message.

from: UNKNOWN

We need your assistance Saviour.

Meet at these coordinates and go alone.

You have 10 minutes to arrive and no later.

Tell no one.

Examining the order of numbers, you pin point the exact location and clicked off your phone; the location was underneath a bridge for whatever reason and is only a 5 minute flight with the suit.

"Hey ARIS?"

"Good evening Ms. L/N, how may I assist you this evening?" Your AI responds, blinking a tiny blue light from your bracelet.

"Nothing at the moment yet. How's your status?"

"My circuits have successfully mended and the suit and myself are in full operation. I apologise for the inconvenience earlier."

"Wasn't your fault ARIS. Anyways, apparently I have a few missed calls?"

"Indeed you do. I apologise for not alerting you; I was in Power Nap Protocol as requested. You have approximately 20 missed calls from Mum, 10 missed calls from Dad, 25 missed calls from Y/F/N and 5 from Pepper Potts."

"A-any voicemails?" Your voice quivers with a hint of fear.

"Every missed call contains a voicemail except the 5 calls from Pepper Potts. Shall I send anything to the following?"

"No thank you ARIS. I'll call Mum and Dad myself." You finish and switch ARIS off.

Grabbing your phone, you unlock it and stare again at the anonymous message and groan.

from: you

i'll be there in 20.

They can wait. First, I need to call Mum and Dad and then-

"That canal water today was filthy and full of dangerous bacteria." Mr. Dell's voice abruptly interrupted your thoughts.

Then a shower and THEN I go to the bridge or whatever it is.

Standing up onto your feet, you lean against the door and go into contacts and as your finger hovers over 'Mum ❤️', a slight sense of pain hits you as you stare intensely at the name 'Pepper Potts'.

Shrugging the feeling off, you press onto the contact name and place the ringing phone to your ear, bracing for her yells and screams of relief and anger.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The sound of water rippling against the boat's motor is the only thing Peter can seem to hear; after wishing Y/N a goodnight, Ned had started bombarding Peter with questions about the 'Water Monster' and what he as Spider-Man was going to do.

Sure Peter still had an anxious and itching feeling about the monster but all he wanted to do was rehearse his speech of his declaration of love to Y/N and score the entire day with her in Paris.

But of course that was all ruined when Ned was shot by Nick Fury with a tranquilizer and told him about more bad guys possibly lurking around. What a great way to start a 'Spider-Man free vacation'.

With his suit on, Peter stood next to Fury and gripped onto its side; in front of him and Fury was an array of monitors which appeared to be measuring amounts of frequencies within the area.

"Stark left these for you." Fury perks up and nudges a box at Peter's direction.

Carefully and with caution, Peter takes the small, rectangular box into his hands and observes it; the outside had speckles of its beige brown paint chipped away from age. Peter gently lifted the lid and in front of him was none other than Tony Stark's famed glasses with his Stark Industries card placed beneath.

Peter stared at the glasses and felt a tinge of ache of grief but in it, a feeling of content rushed over it; Peter had Tony's glasses. Peter Parker was given the possession to multibillionare, genius, literal saviour of the Universe, the Iron Man and Tony Stark's iconic and ever expensive and high end tech glasses.

Brushing over the box lightly, Peter smiled sadly at them, remembering to all the times he had seen Tony wearing them; from on the news, front pages of magazines, wearing them when he was around and now, they no longer had that owner anymore; they didn't have Tony and neither did Peter. And neither did the world or Y/N.

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown." Fury quotes and turns to Peter and even though Peter's mask was shielding his face, the raised creases of his frowned face of confusion were evidently clear as he snapped from his trance. "Stark said you wouldn't get that because it's not a Star Wars reference." A dry laugh escapes Fury's lips as he turns back away from Peter and concentrates on the boat.

"Kid if you peep one more Star Wars reference today I'm going to take your suit."

"But it's May 4th Mr Stark!"

"I do not care; right now you're in my house and there will be no Star Wars references."

Peter huffed out in irritation as he continued to focus on readjusting his webshooters on his suit.

Tony let out a chuckle at Peter's demeanor and how this kid basically came dressed as Han Solo just for this one day of the year; the commitment was real and even though Tony would never tell anyone, he loved seeing Peter passionate about the things he loves.

Working in the lab was one of Peter's favourite past times; spending quality time with Tony, tinkering with his suit and just talking was something Peter loved about the Tower; it was his second home to him.

A knock from the door caused Tony and Peter to look up.

"Ms. L/N requests to enter." FRIDAY notifies.

"Grant access." Tony permits.

The doors of the lab open to Y/N holding steaming bowls of something that smelt amazing which wafted in.

"Brought you geeks some sustenance before I head home." Y/N waltzed in and placed the two bowls next to the both of them. Y/N saw something was different about Peter; not his hair or general appearance just his clothing but the closer Y/N looked at the details in his outfit, a name popped into her head.

"Peter are you Hans Solo?"

Tony bursted into laughter as Peter hid his face to hide his red cheeks. "F-For May 4th?"

"Guess that makes me Leia?" Y/N poked her space buns in her hair. "I wanted to wear space buns to get my hair out my face and didn't even check the date, coincidences man." Y/N giggled at the convenience.

"But Tony in all honesty, don't you think Fury looks a bit like that guy from Star Wars... what's his name-"

"Mace Windu?"

"YEAH HIM PETER!"

"...I don't remember what he looks like... FRIDAY, can you get a photo of Mace Windu?"

Observing the photo displayed in front of him, Tony wiped the hologram away and looked as if he was in deep thought.

"...Well yeah he does-"

"Incoming call: Nick Fury." FRIDAY chimed and that was when the 3 of them lost it.

God I miss him and Y/N...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Lose the mask, everyone here has seen you without it. You don't wanna be fanning around and breathing through a spandex mask for no good reason."

Trailing behind Nick Fury, stops for a brief second and takes his mask off and as he alters his senses to his surroundings, Peter is met with sight of SHIELD agents, alongside with their small set up with crates all around the joint with weapons and technology lying around as it were nothing.

By hearing Fury's footsteps echoing through the underground base, the SHIELD agents turn to face him and Peter with stoic and intimidating faces.

"Over there we have Maria Hill." Fury points to a woman with light brown hair tied into a ponytail who was busy on a computer, looked up for a split second at Peter to acknowledge his existence before getting back to work.

"That, is Dmitri." Fury gestures to a man wearing a leather jacket, seated on top of a crate as he quietly loaded his rifle.

"And this, is Mr. Beck."

As Nick Fury stepped to the side, Peter abruptly slowed to a complete stop as he gazed at the familiar figure and outfit in front of him.

"Mysterio?"

"What?" The man questioned at what Peter said.

"Doesn't matter- it's just what my friends are calling you." Peter stuttered.

"Well," As 'Mysterio' began to approach Peter, 'Mysterio' extended his hand to Peter, indicating to shake his hand.

Peter got the message as he started walking and the two met and shook the other's hand.

"You can call me Quentin." Quentin revealed his name as the two greeted one another.

"You handled yourself well out there today," Quentin implied to the earlier events of the day, "I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world." Quentin shrugged away from Peter.

"T-thanks... wait I'm sorry- your world?"

"He's from Earth, just not from ours." A voice answers from behind him.

Following the voice, Peter jumps by being startled and whips his head around quickly; walking from the entrance and to everyone else is none other than-

"You're late Saviour." Fury visibly annoyed and unimpressed exhales out.

"As my good friend Albert said, time is relative my friend." Saviour sasses back and skips straight past Fury's daggering eyes.

"S-Saviour?! W-what are you doing h-here? Oh god, now you know what I look like-"

"I've known for a while Parker and besides, you're not the only superhero SHIELD wants their hands on; Fury contacted me a while back after... Tony. And don't worry, New York is under control without me there." Saviour teases and strolls next to Beck, leans against the desk with arms crossed.

"There a multiple realities Peter; this is Earth Dimension- 616 and I'm from Earth Dimension- 833." Quentin further evaluates.

"I'm sorry, you're saying there's a multiverse?" Peter jogs up to Beck and Saviour, full of awe and amazement from his discovery. "Because I just thought that was theoretical and that changes everything and how we understand the initial singularity, we're talking about an eternal inflation system and how does that even work with all the quantum because it's insane-" Peter's rambling falters as he sees Nick, Maria and Dmitri looking at him funny.

"S-sorry, it's just really cool-"

"Don't ever apologise for being the smartest person in the room." Quentin encourages and sends a soft smile to Peter.

"Anyway Beck, wanna fill in Spidey and myself about whatever the hell that was today?" Saviour perks up.

A diagram of a black hole suddenly emerged as everyone gathered around.

"They were born in stable orbits within black holes, these creatures formed from the primary elements: air, water, fire, earth."

As Quentin talked, the hologram changed alongside with what he was explaining, showing images of the creatures and their general appearance.

"The Science division had a- technical name, we just called them, Elementals."

"Versions of them exist throughout our mythologies." Maria Hill speaks up as the Elemental hologram changes into their mythology forms.

"Turns out the myths are real-"

"Like Thor," Peter interrupts Quentin as he pays close attention to the presentation, "Thor was a myth and now I study him in my physics class."

"These myths, are threats." Fury clarifies as he walks away from the scene as once more it changes into an image of Earth.

"They first materialized on my Earth many years ago. We mobilized and fought them but with each battle they grew and got stronger. I was apart of the last battalion that tried to stop them. All we did was prevent the inevitable."

"And now they're here and attacking the same coordinates; our satellites confirm it." Maria adds.

"You both can thank Beck for destroying the other 3; there's only 1 left: Fire."

"The strongest one of all... the one that destroyed my Earth. It's the one that took my family." Quentin mutters as the apparition of Earth is now scorned and tarnished in red. The red light reflects Quentin's face full of guilt and remorse, twiddling around his wedding ring on his finger.

"I'm sorry..." Peter murmurs.

"So where's this fire Elemental? Do we even know where it likely is?" Saviour bluntly asks.

"It'll be in Prague in approximately 48 hours." Maria responds.

"We have one mission: kill it and the both of you are coming with us." Fury demands.

Peter's face falls as he faces Maria in disbelief and asks a second time if she said Prague.

Saviour's posture lifts as the struggle and anxiety surfaces Peter as the colour from his face vanishes.

"Listen Fury this all seems like big time, like huge superhero kinda stuff and... and I mean, I'm just a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man sir."

"Bitch please, you've been to space!"

"I know but that was by accident, sir come on, I've seen Saviour in action many times and I'll admit is probably better than me for this but there's gotta be someone else you can use." Peter protests and moves closer to Fury, "What about Thor?"

"Off world."

"Okay um, Doctor Strange."

"Unavailable." Maria pipes in.

"Captain Marvel!"

"Don't invoke her name." Fury shakes his head slightly.

"I really wanna help I do but if my Aunt finds out I left my class trip, she's gonna kill me and if I'm seen like this in Europe after the Washington Monument, my whole class will figure out who I am and then the whole world will figure out who I am... and then I'm done."

"Fury if it helps," Saviour steps up and walks next to Peter, "I'm pretty sure I can manage without Parker swinging by my side."

"Okay." Fury blankly answers, scaring Peter and Saviour a tiny bit from the lack of expression, "I understand."

Taken back by his approval, Peter and Saviour share a look with one another before going back to Fury.

"I'm sorry, what?" Peter with doubt inquires.

"Why don't you get back before your teacher's miss you and it becomes suspicious. Dmitri, why don't you take him back to the hotel."

"Thank you Mr. Fury and thank you Saviour." Peter sends a soft smile to Saviour and places a hand on the suits left hand shoulder. "I believe in you and good luck." Peter whispers only to Saviour before wishing everyone else out loud good luck.

"See ya kid." Quentin farewells Peter and watches him and Dmitri exit out.

"You really let him go Fury? No strings attached?" Saviour scoffs in astonishment by Peter's success to get himself out of SHIELD business.

Fury stands up and moves to Saviour with a stern look on his face.

"Of course not."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Bzzzz...

Groaning from your exhaustion, you roll over and press on your phone's screen multiple times in attempt to hit the snooze button.

Last night had been a rollercoaster: Peter and Mysterio are working with SHIELD with you, Fury made you stay back extra late to run through diagnostics which gave you around 4 hours sleep tops and the jetlag wasn't helping your situation at all.

Sitting up in bed, you try to stretch out your tiredness and peer to see MJ reading a book in one hand and a mug within the other, sitting on her bed with her black converses draped to the side.

Greeting MJ a 'good morning', you lift yourself up from the safety and warmth of the bed covers and slipped into the bathroom and changed for the day: rocking a pair of navy blue jeans and grey t-shirt for a casual but yet stylish look and throwing a little something over the top.

MJ mentioned there was breakfast downstairs (breakfast being cereal), you quickly did your hair and retreated down to grab a bite and sat next to Yasmin and Zoha and afterwards, heading upstairs to brush teeth and pack.

You and MJ both gave each other a hand carrying luggage down and delivering it outside.

"Oh I forgot my backpack I'll be back." You call behind as you jog back up to your room.

Rushing quickly into the room, you sweep up your backpack and stuff your phone charger inside and as you whirl around, you collide into something and hear a bang.

"I- Peter?"

"H-Hey Y/N! Sorry I was hanging up a call with Aunt May and I-"

"Pete it's fine you dork." You can't help but giggle at how flustered he is.

Peter's cheeks glow faintly pink as he shyly smiles.

"I got yelled at by my Mum and Dad for not answering the phone and I'm 98% sure I'm grounded when I get back home."

"Oh that's not good..."

"Guess not but eh, stuff happens. How are you though Peter? Feels like I haven't talked to you in a while."

"Y-Yeah... I'm good. You?"

"Yeah guess I'm alright. I'm really excited for Paris today though."

"Favourite destination?"

"Hell yeah! It's gonna be great but we gotta haul our stuff or Harrington will lose his mind." You joke.

"Oh yeah! That's why I was heading down." Peter swings his suitcase in front of him with a sly beam.

Too cute.

You and Peter talked for a far while before actually going back down the stairs and outside to everyone else.

"I'm going to get you a Vitamin C pill, you cannot get sick okay babe?" You hear Betty's distant voice as you and Peter round the door.

As you're about to walk out the door, Peter tugs your sleeve before you hit the outside and perplexed as you are, you pivot to look at him, giving him your attention.

"Before we go, I was just wondering if you wanted to um, sit next to me on whatever we're transporting on?" Peter fumbles and averts his eyes to the ground.

"Of course! I'll save you a seat Pete." You playfully punch his arm.

Peter rubs the back of his neck and lets out a laugh of relief.

You both walk out and see Betty frantically trying to receive a Vitamin C pill.

"I better go help her before she explodes." You suggest and inform Peter.

"Y-Yeah. See you later?"

"See you later!" You wave and leave Peter and Ned alone.

Peter watches Y/N tap Betty on the shoulder as Betty freaks out over the situation and remembers of why Ned is feeling 'sick'.

"Hey man, are you sure you're good?"

"Dude! I'm fine! Okay don't worry! Seriously, getting tranqed in the neck by Nick Fury, probably the coolest thing to happen to me anyway."

"It is pretty cool." Peter admits as the both perform their handshake. "I'm just glad we don't have to go to Prague-"

"Good news: we're going to Prague!" Mr. Harrington announces with a wide grin plastered on his face.

Everyone buzzes around 'whats' and 'huhs' as everyone glances around.

"Tour company called and upgraded us. Should've heard I gave them hell now come on!" Harrington begins to march as everyone scrambles for their belongings.

"Check out our upgraded ride!" Harrington chirps as the class sees a black bus with a man holding a sign saying 'Midtown High'.

Peter immediately recognizes the guy to be Dmitri from last night and gulps down his irateness.

"I think Nick Fury just hijacked our summer vacation."

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Writer’s Month 2020 - Day 31

for the ‘there was only one bed!’ prompt

guys it’s the last day holy

fandom: bts

pairing: 🤷‍♀️ platonic ot7

length: 2.1k words

summary: this one’s fairly self-explanatory tbh. some humour, smth that might constitute flirting, who knows (not me). feat rock paper scissors, cos ofc

putting under a cut!

Namjoon's expression was fixed into a bland smile.

"I'm sorry, what?"

The manager winced. "There was only one room free. If we stay here, all of you will have to share." A brief pause. "I'm sorry, Namjoon, we-"

"No!" He waved away the apologies, mind already focused on what they could do. "It's not your fault, hyung-nim. It's fine."

Both of them turned to watch the other six members, who were standing and talking near the entrance to the motel, off to the side so they wouldn't be in the way.

Jeongguk barked a loud laugh at something one of the others had said, likely Seokjin judging by his proud smirk. Yoongi just looked to be on the verge of pretending he didn't know them, though the way his hand was tightly linked with Hoseok told a very different story. Bored, Taehyung and Jimin were playing catch with a water bottle they'd snagged from the car.

"Book the room, hyung-nim. We'll be alright." Namjoon shrugged, a wry smile flicking at the corner of his mouth. "It's not like there's any other options, right?"

On their way to the next concert, a sudden storm had grounded the last flight of the night, leaving the group and their small entourage stranded. Most of the staff had already made an earlier flight, so it was just the seven of them, their manager, and two bodyguards, one for each of the cars.

With no other immediate options, and a time limit to make it to the next city as fast as possible, they'd agreed to drive as far as they could in the night, and then approach the worst leg of the journey the next morning. If they were lucky, they might be able to squeeze their way onto a private plane at a smaller airfield that was in the direction they were headed, according to the map.

Unfortunately, they hadn't been able to drive that far, and once they realised they couldn't go any further without all being too tired to drive, the only option for an overnight stay was this slightly seedy motel.

As far as days went, this one had been something of a disaster.

The manager studied him for a moment longer. Then, apparently finding what he was looking for, he bowed his head and jogged back into the motel.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach, Namjoon started to move back to his group.

He did so love being the bearer of bad news.

"Wait, he's coming back!"

Everyone's attention turned to where Namjoon was approaching, a slightly strained expression on his face.

"He was gone a while," Taehyung muttered. "Maybe something's-"

Jimin shushed him. "We don't know that!"

"Namjoonie!" Hoseok waved at him, smiling brightly. "Is the motel okay with us staying?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Oh, thank fuck," Seokjin said, visibly relieved. "I'm not getting back in that car, not even if you force me. There's only so much cramp my poor legs can take."

At that, Jeongguk coughed something that sounded suspiciously like 'old man' but no one seemed to pick up on it. Either that or they were just used to it at this point.

If possible, Namjoon's expression became even more pained. Narrowing his eyes, Yoongi easily noticed.

"And the bad news?"

A pause.

"There's only one room," Namjoon said, all in a rush.

Though it was a warm summer night, the temperature around the seven of them seemed a few degrees colder for a moment.

"Well, two beds is better than-"

"It's a single." Namjoon's mouth was doing the exact same thing it did whenever he ate particularly spicy food. "One bed."

At the back of the group, Taehyung cast his eyes skyward.

"Knew it."

Before Namjoon could start fielding complaints, however, the manger reappeared behind him, two keys swinging from his fingers.

"We've booked it," he explained. "Someone's just checked out, so there's actually two rooms free. How do you want to split up?"

Ever polite when speaking with staff, Jeongguk raised a hand.

"But where are you staying?"

The manager paused. Glanced between himself, the two bodyguards, and the two cars.

"We'll work it out?" He couldn't have sounded any less sure of himself if he'd tried.

Shaking his head, Namjoon took one of the keys and pressed the other one back into the manager's palm.

"You three take that room, hyung-nim," he said, tone leaving no room for argument. "It's not perfect, but it's better than the car. We can ask the motel staff for extra pillows and stuff."

For a second, it looked as if the manager would argue, then he sighed, eyes closing.

"Thanks, Namjoon-ah." Briefly, he patted him on the shoulder. "You go get yourselves settled in. I'll call the others and tell them where we are and then come back with a plan for tomorrow, okay?"  They all chorused their agreement and watched the manager leave, his phone already pressed against his ear. Just before he rounded the corner, he must've gotten through and began speaking rapidly in Korean, indistinct from this distance, and visibly surprising a patron of the motel who was sitting outside.

Now alone - aside from their two bodyguards, of course - the seven of them stood there. For the first time in a long, long while, they actually felt somewhat uncomfortable in each other's presence.

"Come on, guys," Hoseok began, trying to lighten the mood, "it can't be that bad, right?"

"Yep." Yoongi was standing, arms folded, in front of the worryingly tiny bed. For a single bed it was actually quite large, but it clearly wasn't designed for as many as them to sleep on. "It's that bad."

Upon seeing the bed, Namjoon had immediately turned on his heel and marched down to the front desk, announcing that he was going to try and get some more pillows and duvets, or at least a blanket. It had been a good plan, but he'd been gone for long enough that some of the other members were losing hope.

Taehyung and Jimin had gone to shower, choosing to share and save water and time rather than squash all seven of them - who were bordering on exhausted by now, thanks to the concert and long drive - into the time frame they had. Also desperate to be clean, Jeongguk had trailed after them, though the shower was barely big enough for one.

Judging by the giggles and frequent knocks against the wall, they seemed to be managing just fine.

This just left Yoongi, Hoseok, and Seokjin all staring at the bed.

"How many can we fit on, do you think?"

"Four, maybe." Seokjin hummed. "Rock paper scissors?"

Yoongi made a face. "Better hope Namjoon-ah has some fucking pillows then."

The idea of doing a full show with backs and necks aching a lot more than normal thanks to a night on the floor made all of them wince.

A pre-arranged knock - to avoid any fans who might come across them - came at the door, and Hoseok turned to let Namjoon in.

"Any luck?"

Empty-handed, except for two lone pillows, Namjoon's expression said it all.

"Well, shit." He glanced back at the bed. "We can't all fit on there, can we?"

Yoongi tapped his chin thoughtfully. "What if we take the duvet off the bed and fold that on the floor with those pillows-" He pointed at the ones Namjoon was holding. "-and leave the rest on the bed? It's hot as fuck, I know I won't need to be covered up."

There was a slight pause as the other three mentally constructed this.

"That could work." Namjoon frowned. "How do we decide who takes the floor?"

Immediately, Seokjin's whole expression lit up.

"Rock paper scissors?"

"You really like that, huh hyung."

"What can I say?" He tilted his chin smugly. "Team Kim Seokjin always wins."

When Taehyung, Jimin, and Jeongguk all returned from their shower, they discussed the idea and agreed to try it. However, when they laid the duvet out on the floor, folded to offer as much comfort as possible, one thing became clear incredibly quickly.

"There's more room on the floor."

"Yeah." Jimin squinted. "Small ones on the bed, big ones on the floor?"

Jeongguk snorted. "At least you admit you're small, hyung."

"Not the time, Jeonggukkie." Groaning, Namjoon pinched his nose. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think the rock paper scissors is a good idea. Then it's fair."

Not childishly at all, Seokjin cheered and stuck his hand behind his back in preparation.

Though he rolled his eyes, Yoongi clearly didn't have a better idea. No one did, really.

"So how does this work?"

With some planning, they decided that there would potentially be multiple rounds.

The first would give an initial number of winners - who would take the bed - and losers - who would take the floor. If there weren't three winners and four losers, they would move on to the next rounds until the numbers matched up.

Three unnecessarily exciting rounds of rock paper scissors later, the groups had been decided: Seokjin, Yoongi and Taehyung would be taking the bed, while the others would be taking the floor.

"See?" Seokjin was sitting in the centre of the bed, Yoongi under one arm and Taehyung clinging tightly onto the other to avoid falling off. It seemed the estimate of room for four had been a little generous. "Team Kim Seokjin always wins."

Sprawled out across the makeshift mattress on the floor, but no more or less comfortable, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Jeongguk just shrugged in sync.

"Somebody had to make the sacrifice."

Jimin and Taehyung locked eyes. Dramatically, they each raised a hand as if reaching for the other, Taehyung even managing to summon a fake tear.

"Though an ocean divides us-"

"-our hearts will always be together!"

Making a face, Yoongi none-too-gracefully slid off the bed and began traipsing towards the bathroom.

"Shower," he mumbled. The late night and lack of sleep finally seemed to be having an impact.

Seokjin jumped up behind him. "Room for one more?"

"No."

Even as Seokjin draped himself over Yoongi's back, waxing poetic about how it makes sense for the biggest to go with the smallest, Yoongi-yah! he made no effort to push him off. Mostly because he was too tired to spare the effort and also partly because he really didn't mind all that much.

It was a testament to the all-encompassing power of rock paper scissors that none of the four on the floor jumped up to steal their place on the bed.

While they were gone, the manager came back to discuss their plan for the next day, and warned them that they would probably have to get up early. Agreeing on a time and setting an alarm, he left again, wishing them a good night.

When they came back, Yoongi distinctly redder than he normally was after a shower though the reason was unclear, Hoseok stood, one hand outstretched towards Namjoon.

"Come on, leader," he teased. "Our turn."

With hardly a complaint, Namjoon took his hand and followed.

All those years of sharing showers had apparently been helpful in some ways, though a scenario like this had hardly even crossed their minds. Still, no matter how rich and famous you were, it didn't hurt to be reminded how far you'd come sometimes.

Or at least one of them would have thought that, if he was awake enough to think coherently.

By the time Namjoon and Hoseok came back, the three on the bed were already fast falling asleep, while Jeongguk and Jimin mumbled slurred conversation.

Smiling fondly, Namjoon flicked off the light. The room was plunged into instant darkness, but as his eyes adjusted, he realised that it wasn't as dark as it had first seemed, thanks to the neon sign on the front of the motel.

It was just as Namjoon had gotten comfortable - or as comfortable as he could get, on the unforgiving floor of a motel with only a thin duvet as protection - that Taehyung piped up.

"Hey." Yoongi grunted in response. "If it's like this for us, what about manager-hyung-nim?"

Next door but one, said manager was lying on his back in the dark, eyes watching the ceiling fan slowly turn in the strange neon light of the sign. On either side of him, the two bodyguards were curled inwards, to avoid falling off the sides of the bed.

Blink.

There was a long pause.

Blink.

"Yeah," the manager whispered, "I think I'll take the floor."

The sound of their hysterical, exhausted laughter went on for a lot longer than it should have done.

Still. As far as an end to the day could have been, it wasn't bad.

Not bad at all.

#text #fanfic #writersmonth2020 #writersmonth day 31 #bts fanfic #me #there was only one bed #GUYS #I'M SO TIRED #asdfghjkl #but yeah #i've been wanting to write a fic like this for a while #so it's nice to have given it a go #i'll do a longer one at some point #when i inevitably end up editing the fuck out of all of these #i hope these were all enjoyable to read #i had fun doing them :)

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Since we're in topic, do you have some advices for writers? Where do you begin when you write original stories and characters? The plot, the concept, the description of characters?

spewell considering that you’re talking to ‘oh hey I have the original idea that might work but I’ve been figuring it out for a whole year and a half’ take them with the necessary skepticism but since I did come up with some decent ocs in fic apparently my advice is probably not entirely shitty lol so with the premise that writing is Not A Science and other than reading a lot no advice is 100% foulproof especially if it doesn’t work for you...

I’d start with the concept, ie: what do you want your story to be about or what message do you want it to be about or what do you want to do with it. do you want to scare people? do you want to make people happy with quality entertainment but without writing a Serious Novel? do you want to write a sad thing to make a point? like, you need to know where you’re going with it in general;

when you have your concept, whichever it is - for one, without going in-depth let’s just say that my original novel concept that I’ve been trying to figure out for good is ‘blade runner meets high fidelity’ (don’t worry IT MAKES SENSE) -, you need to work at once both on main setting and protagonist. I mean, idk let’s just discuss a thing I wanted to write last year when I was thinking of sending original writing to this scifi anthology and then never managed because time and drama and real life happened and I couldn’t commit to it;

so, the theme of that anthology was ‘alternate peace’ ie write a short story where a situation that in history ended up in a fight/war/bloodbath is solved peacefully and write the alternate universe coming from it. so: I had to come up with the idea first because otherwise I wouldn’t have known where to start, then the worldbuilding, then the characters - ngl I think that if you have the worldbuild the characters come a lot easier but that’s me. so: I was like ‘what if I wrote something where the ludlow massacre never happens?’ (the ludlow massacre was tldr a strike in colorado which ended up with the strikers being mass killed by the national guard and in turned caused enough scandal to get unions/unionized labor a lot of traction in the US at least until maccarthysm.) then I didn’t, but in order I went like:a) if what happened is that it had repercussions on the history of unionized work in the US, if I did it so that the workers accepted a plea or smth and the rockfellers won without no one dying, those repercussions would Not Have Happened, nor it’d have created all the left-leaning literature/politics/thinking that came out of it, john reed wouldn’t have written about it etc, so I had elaborated an entire situation post-wwii where unions had all died long before, people were pretty much without any single social lifesaver and could get fired at will and it was basically dystopian hell with mccarthy being president or smth;b) at that point I was like, who do I put in this, and at that point I didn’t manage to go much forward but I had a feeling I should have some young person who was born after the not-massacre who had no idea of what went on talking to an older one that had actually been there and wished they hadn’t taken the deal;c) young dude would have been more or less cynical/not really much of a politics person, old dude would have been old school leftist who still wishes there could have been a better world and wishes the new generation would put two and two together and talk to their elders;d) young dude wouldn’t have known how to read/write because he wouldn’t have needed it for factory work, old dude would have etc;at that point I could have probably gone and gave them families (or not), or a friend (or not), and my general idea was having them discuss politics for the main part of the story, then old guy dies or smth like that and young guy actually gets the message and idk I basically wanted you to read it and feel like I felt when I listened to the ghost of tom joad, that was the general idea;that said, the characters were the last part i came up with because I needed the worldbuilding to know what character I wanted in it, which is why I’d say worldbuld first if you’re writing that kinda thing ie scifi, alternate history etc;

now, obv. if you’re writing the coffee shop au just in novel format or if you’re writing something lighter where the setting doesn’t matter, you need good characters first. I mean, if you write the coffee shop setting just to have a good love story you might want people to pick yours and not the umpteenth version of it with the same dynamic (same with the YAs with the sixteen year-old girl who thinks she’s ugly falling for the hot dude with abs and a bad attitude), so in that case I’d go for the characters. for one, if I had to write a YA, I’d make it with a girl who is actually ugly and has hobbies other than just reading and maybe plays in the school band or has some peculiar post-school job or idk can repair cars but is not good at everything she does and the guy would be moderately hot though not THE SPIT COPY OF DAMON SALVATORE JUST WITH GREEN EYES, he wouldn’t have a license and he wouldn’t think that it’s sexy to tell your girlfriend that you own her, and while I’m nowhere near interested in writing YAs, that would differentiate it from 99,9% of the YAs around from what I see, and so at that point I’d make sure I got the main two down and then I’d work on the friends and family and make them less stereotypical as possible so my YA is different from everyone else’s YA, and if any of them is a supernatural creature they suck at it and hate having supernatural magic and the likes. I mean, you want your characters to have a personality, but if you have a good worldbuilding behind them it might come after, if you don’t gaf about the worldbuilding and just want the standard setting work on the characters and try to give them depth before you plan anything else;

figure out where do you want your story to go before writing it - ie: the only reason I haven’t written the original yet is that idk what kind of spin I want the ending to have and I’m not 100% convinced so I’m not doing it yet, but if you don’t have the backbone of it planned then you’re going to lose steam or the plot will fuck you over (in my experience). like, try to have at least clear what happens in the main arc so that you know how to get from beginning to ending without needing to figure shit out as you go along, then you start, and if you change your mind while you do go with it, but try to start it knowing where you’re headed because it makes it easier imvho;

if you go for complicated shit like time travel figure that shit out before you start writing it including every possible repercussion because you’ll hate yourself if you don’t;

don’t try to re-do what others did obviously. I mean, if I wanted to write rep for non standard attractive cishet women I would not try to re-write brienne of tarth just changing the hair color. I would try to take the same tropes he’s using, change the setting and go with it, but it shows if you read a book and your character is the exact same as your favorite writer’s. like, if you read ian tregillis’s milkweed tryptich it’s going to be obvious that one of the main characters is the same tropes as jaime but that guy has enough personality differences and an enough different background and circumstances of upbringing that while you can see it has the same basics (generally nice guy forced to do horrid things who wants to redeem himself, live without his overbearing sister who wants to control him and has a generally straight moral compass), you don’t think ‘oh ian tregillis who is grrm’s friend has copied from him and put jaime lannister in a wwii alternate history trilogy’. like, we all have our tropes and our favorite writers and it’s good to take inspiration and homage them, but try to give your spin on those tropes you’re using, because otherwise it’ll just look lazy;

do whatever the fuck you want with your plot. don’t think about what others would want to read - it’s your story and you should tell it the way you want to. then please listen to criticism and find people who’ll provide it for you without tearing down your work but telling you what works and what doesn’t, but like... if you want to touch some themes or write characters from a different background or whatever do it;

also, do your research. I mean, I could have written the ludlow massacre story because:a) I read all of john reed’s articles pertaining to that specific happening and those articles include interviews with the people who were there, a description of who they were, an extremely detailed reconstruction of the facts and so on;b) there’s folk songs, two novels and one opera on ludlow not including history books, so it’s not only easily readable upon, but you also can see the impact it had in media/the american culture.so, even if I’m not american, having read all of that, I could have probably gone for it and done a decent job, find someone with a history degree to veto it and go for it. but like, again, unless you’re writing the coffee shop au or the ya or the kind of novel that does not require an established setting or you are making the entire worldbuilding up from scratch with no influences from the real world, you can’t not do at least some basic research. and when reading something, it does show if the author has at least done basic research or if they’re winging it. then they might be good enough that you don’t care they’re winging it, but still, research XD because research also gives you a lot more ideas that you might not have taken previously into account and might save you a plot detail or so;

I also would advice not to write what you know - because that’s easy and it doesn’t let you go out of your comfort zone and at some point what you know will finish -, but: write something you know. as in, my blade runner + high fidelity au should be scifi and touch stuff idk shit about, but since it’s a high fidelity au half of it is supposed to be set in a (pseudo) record shop and the protagonist miiiiiight have a thing or a hundred for springsteen. now: who has spent half of her life in record shops and is into bruce? yes, me. now, the character in question has zero in common with yours truly except for that, but let me tell you that if there is one thing I know how to write that you can’t convince me I couldn’t write is someone into springsteen who hangs around record shops. I know my people and I know why someone would be into springsteen. like, when making up characters and you want to make them relatable or you want to relate to them more, give them one thing you can relate to even if it’s dumb - idk you like strawberries? that character also likes strawberries and so on - because that will get you closer to them and your reader will feel it. it’s a thing I do with fanfic all the time - like if I have to try and write someone IC I try to relate to one thing they have if I can, because that makes the characters more relatable and it’s easier. ie when I was like ‘how do I crack the jaime pov’ the answer was ‘ALL THE BAD SELF-DEPRECATING HUMOR YOU DO ALL THE TIME GO DOWN ON IT’ bc that’s what I relate to jaime for and so on. idk that is a thing that’s always helped me when coming up with any character so I guess it might be useful advice? *shrug*

(obv: if you’re writing a 100% bad guy that you don’t empathize with then you don’t have to, I mean grrm did say he had to take a shower after writing chapters from A Certain POV because it’s horrible being in their head so like.... you can feel disgust at what you’re writing esp. if it’s the POV of a terrible person, but That Character resonated with people and felt relatable to some of them because to them they had... RELATABLE moments/humane moments too so if you’re writing bad guys but try to not make them cardboard cuts/TOO HORRIBLE it will make them stronger as *bad guys*. mvho.)

but mostly: read a lot of stuff, try to put your spin on things and don’t gaf about what people think until you finished it. then you can worry about concrit xD

#janie writes #long post for ts #writing advice #i guess #Anonymous #ask post

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y01te-moved · 5 years

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23, 29, and 43 !!!

TY… lets do this fellas (also this is genuinely rlly long i spent ages on just the first question alone so like. i apologize to anyone who actually reads this)

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

this one actually could have a lot of answers! my biggest project overall is based on some OCs i made when i was like 10 or 11, and at least the ones i had from the getgo have changed. a lot. mostly in design but a few have changed in other senses, too.

i’ll just highlight on the main 3 that ended up getting majooor design updates though.

Skyfall:

Naimo:

Bonnel:

(fun fact! according to the description of the upload, apparently that left drawing of bonnel was literally the first instance of her actual design to exist.)

as u can tell they were.. all furries. it was all i knew how to draw back when i first designed skyfall and naimo.

also in terms of plot changes, past me was very het so skyfall and naimo were going to be love interests but a few months ago i reworked it and their relationship is going to be a lot more sibling-like now. additionally bonnel was gonna be married to a different character of mine named dominic, and they were going to be naimo’s biological parents but i scrapped that idea ages ago as well because bonnel is a lesbian and she has a girlfriend now.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

tbh?? i think this one would also be Skyfall. he’s pretty independent and his dad trusts him to leave the house whenever under most circumstances. also, the plot for the story involving all of these literally does start out with Skyfall trying to make his way to somewhere he thought was abandoned over a gut feeling about it. Granted, the house was in fact not abandoned! just very very secluded and out in the middle of nowhere for security reasons. The only catch would be that he respects his dad very much and will usually tell him before heading off anywhere anyways, especially if its for more than a day or two.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

ok so off the bat i can think of like 4 things i end up repeating a lot:bangs, boots, tank tops, and basing characters off the color pink. here comes the elaboration !

i always feel like i have a problem when it comes to how i draw bangs. If u look at the character designs ive made more recently ive been trying to get better about it but in general, i seemed and seem to always start almost any hair style out like This.

if not, then its usually just

and then we arrive to my dealio about boots.

i usually have slightly different styles for em but god. Plot driven (like SKNS, which the previous 3 introduced characters are all from) or not, every time im designing a character for the first time and i get to the lower half im like: “okay what do we do for the shoes?” / “make them boots.” / “wh… why?” / “You Gotta.”

notable examples of this include; Skyfall (and Shard), Jason (skyfall’s dad), a rlly new one i made just yesterday who ive decided will be named Vance, Bonnel, N/A (which, yes, is their Actual Name), and Ezerla (a tlodw fan character ^^”)

its the exact same thing w/tank tops too fbdhgfhdjf i have. so many characters who’s shirts are just tank tops. even if they have a jacket on top or smth, its always a tank top underneath theyre just fun to draw.

Examples of That include Skyfall, Jason, Vance, Naimo, Katherynn, and X-Aviar (but his design is… Bad we don’t talk abt him even tho i do like to own up to him sometimes anyways)

also… i Literally have like 3 characters i could name off the bat that were based around the color pink. idk why i default to it so much but i sure do, and Here They Are.

the one furthest left is katherynn, and the other 2 are unnamed still bc they’re not really plot driven and im bad w/names.. hbsghbjds. Ive actually had that one on the furthest right since august of 2017 though haha.

…anyways once again ty for sending these in! it was fun to answer them even tho i made it probably wayyyy too long!

#bloook why #long post #totallyblooktaculart #blooks charas #(project) SKNS

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dilfhakyeon-moved · 5 years

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tag game

except i wasnt tagged by anyone. i just like talking about myself

nickname: i dont..... rly have nicknames..... except adnie and androlomew from when i went by andy. only cocoa ever gave me nicknames can we thank cocoa

zodiac sign: sagittarius baby

height: 4'9"/1.49m ( funny how i managed to be the exact height that has 4 and 9 both ways )

hogwarts house: hufflepuff, though i think im on the verge of gryffindor not a single test has ever given me anything but hufflepuff so guess ill die a puffle

the last thing i googled: font generator ( facebook doesn't let me use italic and bold so i have to find ways )

favourite musicians: ah well..... onewe lmao. spyair and kiryu too check them out they're cool. im not including kpop as a whole bc the list wld be too long

song stuck in your head: crystal snow by bts apparently but like. just the intro when they're not singing yet

following: oh fuck. 1179. i rly need to clean that up

followers: 470... same as usual yall know how it is

do you get asks ? el em ah oh :") no ok i get asks sometimes... from two mutuals of mine..... and eurovision anon around eurovision time

amount of sleep: whoa it really depends. i range from 2 to 13 hours tbh

what you're wearing: a shirt and my underwear bc it's too hot even with the windows wide open i hate this stupid season and also global warming

dream job: something that involves acting and dancing and singing so like... musical theatre yknow. either that or smth with animals like a zookeeper or smth. i love animals so much yeehaw

dream trip: idk i think i just like travelling or the idea of travelling. id rather go somewhere quiet though i dont rly care about the country so long as the weather isn't too hot ? i cant handle hot weather

instruments: i can play a mean für elise on the piano ( and a bunch of basic other stuff, nothing impressive ), i learnt the violin for a year and im trying to play the guitar but it's hard. also id love to play the drums. i can only really sing

languages: french, english, some functional german, bits of useless latin and very very basic spanish, portuguese and swedish. i know a bit more korean but while i can write it easily... speaking foreign languages is so hard my brain cant process the word order

favourite songs: ok so senbonzakura was always a fave ill admit. genjou destruction has a special place in my heart too. now we're done with the weeb shit im just gonna say... blackout from in the heights ITS EVERYTHING. without further ado into musicals rn im REALLY into superhuman, which brought back everybody by shinee full force, twilight, zigzag & bingbing by oneus, n/s & miroh by skz, love me right by exo ( it will not leave my playlist idk what to do ), drippin, we go up, go, take off, fire truck, without you, alligator, stuck, lost in the dream, new heroes, fancy, rush, trespass, rodeo, oh my, dionysus, livin it up, sunrise, i wanna be, blue, symptoms, why so serious, jamais vu, make it right, valkyrie, fallin, holy water, want, mars, shalala, bon bon chocolat, beautiful, shoot me, chain, hey mama, sorry, like we used to, she's in the rain, killing me, ring on my ears & 0&4 by onewe. i wont say any more. i legally cant say a single other song title. it's too long already

random fact: i have adhd and it shows

aesthetic: am i allowed to say taemin. he really shaped my taste in clothing and aesthetic tbh he pulls off the "sexy but not sexualised" thing very well and thats legit all i want to achieve. but also cute pastel bc duality calls lmao

i tag nobody but do this if u want ! go wild

#dieghoe.txt #long post #nobody will read it I lowkey wrote it for myself anyway #i really spend too much time talking abt the music i like #im so glad music exists

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vesperione · 5 years

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FANFIC: Her Blue Eyes

Written sort of like a poem

TWl: Domestic abuse, miscarriage, teen pregnancy

“Just this once.” Henry sighed, clutching his boyfriend, Chad’s, hand. The two Only smiled because one another knew they’d gotten their own way. “It’s you. Every time we go to an adoption centre, we go for one and end up with like-” “You, babe. That’s you.” Chad smiled as Henry resisted. The couple walked in.

“Well hello y’all!” The perky assistant smiled. “Um, can we adopt?” Chad asked. If only her giggle hadn’t be so contagious then maybe Henry would have almost Left right that second. “Of course!” And she lead them to. They waved to Lauren, a young girl who was abandoned. “Now this is Emma! Our little star!”

“Kid,” Chad said, smiling at Emma, their new daughter. “We’ll give you a home! I promise.” Henry smiled at his boyfriend. It couldn’t have been anyone but her. Later that evening, they got some things for the new girl. Toys, bedding, lampshades, the essentials. And were prepared for the massive responsibility.

Most of the time, Henry and Chad’s relationship was in tact. But still, it wasn’t Every day that they went without arguing. As the relationship progressed

Nearly every day went with arguing. This was by the time Emma was 14. Okay, Henry was a teacher at Emma’s school and had to take some time. Whilst Chad went away on a buisness trip, the two bonded more. They were ok.

(check the first letter of the lines above.)

The actual fanfiction:

Emma Perkins, adopted at 4. Her big blue eyes, that’s what won Henry over. Emma’s parents were in the same car that killed Emma’s elder sister. The relationship between him and Chad was rough, but when Chad went away, they only grew closer. Two years they went steady. Two years. “So, Emma, how was school?” Chad asked Emma with a smile, moving his blonde hair out of his face. “Oh, it was good, except Charlotte’s pregnant.” She said as if it were nothing, going on her phone. “They get younger and younger, hunny.” Emma sighed and threw her phone down on the seat. “You and dad have had an argument again, haven’t you?” Chad sighed. “We....look, Emma, don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine-” “You said that when I was 14. And look what happened!” “Emma, you know I love your dad-” “He wasn’t at school again.” Chad sighed. “I’ll talk to him.” “cool, thanks, anyways apparently Sam and Charlotte like proper went down on each other at Bill’s party like four months ago? Yeah long story short they had sex-” “EMMA PERKINS-” “It’s true! Anyways, they’re keeping the baby. Sam’s gotten really protective around her, like she’s mine, back off. I’m lowkey scared for Charlotte.” They talked about this topic for the rest of the way home

This fight him and Chad had had while Emma was at school left him drunk and unable to think straight. He clutched his cheek with a towel. His heart was still beating even though the incident happened 5 hours ago. He sat on the edge of his bed and looked in the mirror. Carefully removing the towel, he noticed it was purple with blood. He thought he couldn’t cry any more but that was a lie, His body had deceived them. He heard the door click open. “So you didn’t go to work...again!” Chad practically growled. “How was I supposed to explain this to my students, to Emma!” He whimpered. “I told you what to do. And you disobeyed me.” The blonde approached the was-brunette and he flinched. “You are such a puss-” Something made Chad stop. “I’ll deal with you later.” By deal with you later, he meant for the next month, and that month progressed into the next 4.

“Oh my god Sam got sent to the principle’s today. I was laughing so hard. I know the exact reason why! Because basically the school were aware of Charlotte’s pregnancy, anyways, they had to do emergency surgery or smth and the baby didn’t survive, so Charlotte told Sam and she began smacking her full on proper abuse so she told the school and I think the police were involved!” Emma rambled to Chad as she climbed in the front seat. “But hopefully Char will get better, she’s gotten skinnier, somehow, despite having the scars, probably how she’s wearing a shit ton of oversized clothing, bless her heart she’s so self conscious. Also I caught Bill and Ted kissing lmao.”

“That’s nice, dear.” Chad smiled. He was hiding his own pain. The pain of his red raw hand...

Henry ran to shut the door. Chad was out. “911 how can I help?” “Please I’m a victim of domestic abuse and I don’t know what to do anymore.” “Alright sir we’ll send some medics and the police over, address please, sir?” So he said his address. About 15 minutes later, there were medics checking him over in his bedroom and police refraining Chad from walking in. “Is my daughter out there?” One of the medics asked another, and the result came back negative. “Says she’s at a friends.” Henry nodded. That was a relief. “Don’t worry sir, you did the right thing letting us know. Chad Baker has been arrested and the court has been set for the 15th December so 1 month, is that alright sir?” He nodded.

Bandaged and bruised, 3 hours later, the door opened again and Henry jumped. “DAD IT’S ME, EMMA! WHY ARE THERE COP CARS OUT FRONT?” She shouted. The small echo of her dropping her bag on the ground and her footsteps walking up the stairs. He had to tell her. Emma was about to walk to he room when she caught sight of her father. Bandaged, bruised, red? “Dad?” She said, rushing in the room. “Dad what’s happened.” Henry moved over the bed to let Emma sit down. He faced her. “Your....well, Chad. He...Emma there’s no easy way of putting this, darling, he’s been hurting me a lot longer than you’ve known. Not mentally like you’ve thought. I’ve got to go to court on December 15th because he’s been charged for domestic abuse.” “NO!” “Emma, it’ll be alright, he’ll get thrown in jail-”

“Why didn’t you tell me!” Emma sobbed, her arms tightly around her father. “I could have tried to get help! I’ve had to help Charlotte, her boyfriend was abusing her because she miscarried, dad I’ve really needed you. Why didn’t I know about the own events of my own house?”

“You’d have been more hurt if you knew sooner, trust me.” henry sighed. He was dead thin, starved, dehydrated, pale, his hair was turning grey, and his eyes were shallow and dull. The bags under his eyes were a rich black and his ribs were showing, even through his shirt. “I’ll be back.” Emma said and ran out the room. Henry shook his head and let the other ‘Working Boys’ know about the events. They were all just as upset as Emma. Emma came back with a brown bag. “I got you groceries. And some extra things. I got you a mini healing kit. Also, this is Alexa, your personal home assistant. She’ll help around the lab when I’m not here.” Henry smiled and hugged Emma. If it wasn’t for those big blue eyes, he’d probably be dead by now.

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Joey will kill me now :)

#consjderthecoconut

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