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leikeliscomet · 23 days

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No, Ncuti Gatwa's Casting Isn't Regressive

Chapter 1 - For Black Boys?

The general consensus of male companions is they don’t really stand out like their female peers. If I said ‘iconic male companion’ I doubt many people would think of Adric. However, some are still loved by certain parts of fandom regardless. Rory’s nerdiness turned bravery has gotten him a small stanbase. Captain Jack is loved by many especially as he was an openly bisexual character, being Nuwho’s earliest example of queer representation. Or Wilf, whose light-hearted personality and humour engaged so many (Rest in Peace Bernard Cribbins). Black male companions on the other hand didn’t really get those types of flowers, let alone reaching Clara Oswald or Rose Tyler levels of popularity. The amount of lead Black men in Who is little (3 to be exact) and from them, their stories didn’t reach the icon status of the other companions of the show. And the reasons why unfortunately weren’t that surprising.

The first Black male companion was Mickey Smith. Mickey played the role of the scared boyfriend of Rose Tyler, simping after her as she ran off with a mysterious Ninth Doctor. Nine’s best-of-the-best mentality meant there wasn’t a Mickey shape in the TARDIS to fill in. The two would constantly have nitpicky back and forths putting Rose in the position of having to ‘choose’ her man. But her mind was made up. Rose and Mickey split by the end of the season with Mickey revealing his fling with a Ms Trisha Delaney. It wasn’t a universe-defying breakup where the galaxies tried to separate them but instead a case of two people with different wants and needs calling it quits. That doesn't sound too bad on paper, right? But unfortunately, RTD gave Mickey Smith a pre-Martha Jones arc, where so much of his arc would be dedicated to his failure to live up to a Rose Tyler standard. Despite Rose’s contributions to the RoseMickey split and how both characters had cheated on the other, both RTD and the fandom had given Mickey most of the blame. Mickey’s relationship with NineRose would eventually warm up towards the end of series 1, agreeing with Nine that Rose travelling was what she wanted and her council estate days were over. Series 2 decided to flip this on its head however, having Ten and Mickey being a lot more hostile towards each other. From Rose’s eyerolls to Ten forgetting Mickey’s existence it was clear the TenRose TARDIS team only had room for two. After getting fed up with his Tin Dog treatment, Mickey decided to stay in Pete’s World a little longer. The last of his official arc would be his return in the series 2 finale, gun-slinging against Daleks and Cybermen. He wouldn’t return until series 4 for the 2008 Dalek Invasion and a cameo with Martha Jones announcing their offscreen marriage. Although creating a small Mickey Smith standom, Mickey’s time in RTD1 was rough. He was mainly reduced to a comic relief or punching bag for the main white characters, having little room for his own developments. And the ones he did have, such as his absentee father, dead grandma and random Martha marriage were brief moments and not really enough to fully flesh him out.

Moffat gave us another Black male lead in Danny Pink. Although not a companion, Danny would be the math teaching counterpart to Clara Oswald and his conflict with TwelveClara would actually serve a narrative purpose. Unlike RoseMickey, our main companion would choose her boyfriend over the moody Time Lord although it was only briefly. Danny’s soldier past would have him demonised both in show and fandom, from Twelve’s bias against soldiers to Clara’s uncertainty to many TwelveClaras keeping him at arm's length and even going as far as to call him abusive. Danny, like Mickey, wasn’t super popular Black male representation either. Just as Nine and Ten made it clear Mickey wasn’t welcome, Twelve’s issue with ‘PE’ made it clear the two weren’t besties either. Danny would have to prove to Twelve he was worthy of Clara’s love and this would be achieved through his cyber-self sacrifice in the series 8 finale. Obviously, a child murderer would not be a fan favourite overnight, especially from the POV of a former solder Time Lord who’d suffered the consequences of war himself. However, series 8 established Twelve’s arc of moral ambiguity and potential for change, where he’d go on to question the type of man he was; good, bad, both or neither. Yet, Danny Pink was irredeemable. Whether we personally believe Danny deserved a second chance or not, he wasn’t given one like his white counterparts. To the fandom, Twelve and Clara’s actions were the byproduct of context and factors, heart-wrenching decisions in situations they couldn’t control. But Danny Pink was irredeemable, evil and the worst character of Moffat Who. Twelve and Clara were compelling. Danny Pink was trash. In fact, Missy, who’d claimed more lives than Mr Pink ever did would be set up for her own moral ambiguity arc, taking the iconic Time Lord villain and questioning if they could ever become good in their first female incarnation. Against a narrative of growth and change, a white woman’s redemption would be set up for a greater arc that would end at the end of Moffat’s run itself, with most fans supporting her growth and potential, whilst a Black man’s was found in his death to protect the other white characters. Danny’s final appearance would be in Last Christmas where he and Clara shared their final goodbyes. TwelveClara’s arc would continue in series 9 and Danny’s name was never mentioned again.

Chibnall introduced us to the first Black male companion to travel full-time, Ryan Sinclair. Despite this achievement, Ryan would somehow have even less visibility than Danny and Mickey. Ryan’s arc was simpler, focusing on his ability to ride a bike with his dyspraxia. He wouldn’t achieve this goal, not as a slight but as a small commentary on how disability wasn't something to be fixed and instead a part of people’s everyday lives. Ryan’s dyspraxia was heavily critiqued for being written inconsistently and so would many other aspects of his character. His missing YouTube channel post-series 11, his way of mentioning his dead nan each episode and his relationship (or lack thereof) with his dad were seen as many misses in the writing department. Even after losing his nan, most gun-wrenching heartfelt moments about her death were given to Graham instead. Along with this, there was and still is harsh criticism of Tosin Cole’s acting (which ironically hasn’t stopped him from securing lead roles in House Party and Supacell, making him a breakout star of the Chibnall era). Series 12 wouldn’t help Ryan’s case either as after the initial Tim Shaw storyline ended with Graham and Ryan finding a type of closure for Grace, Ryan would slip further back in the queue for priority characters. With the return and new incarnation of the Master, the Fugitive Doctor reveal, the Timeless Child, Ashad the Lone Cyberman and the hunt for the Cyberium, there wasn’t really room for a new companion arc for any of the fam, let alone Ryan specifically. At most, he got a small subplot involving shooting a basketball hoop, similar to his bike-riding storyline. This would only be relevant in two episodes; its introduction and a small scene of him teaming up with Ko Sharmus to take out some Cybermen. His dad whom we were introduced to in series 11 wouldn’t return in this series either, missing the opportunity for a follow-up from that storyline. Instead, we got Tibo, similar to Amy and Rory’s Mels, a companion’s alleged best friend who we never saw in the previous season. This friendship wouldn’t play a key role either and Tibo was reduced to irregular small appearances. Ryan would be ready to leave in Revolution of the Daleks with a wallet of psychic paper. No new YouTube video or completed mechanic NVQ in sight. The Chibnall era companions already faced a fair share of unpopularity and plenty of ‘cardboard cut-out’ allegations. In most companion polls, Ryan tends to sit at the bottom with his grandad Graham following close behind.

This isn’t to say Mickey, Danny or Ryan are blips in Doctor Who’s universe and had no impact whatsoever but that they all suffered due to a lack of meaningful writing. Mickey and Danny mainly served to facilitate white characters and many of their scenes functioned as reminders of how much the Doctor hated them. Ryan on the other hand, despite having what was supposed to be his own arc as a full-time companion, had to share screentime with two others on top of Thirteen’s arc as well. Thirteen and Yaz’s narratives stretched across three series whilst he only got two, and those two were already packed with a lot of other narratives. In the same way the treatment of Martha and Bill reflects the show’s issues in representing Black women, the treatment of these characters shows the issue in the show’s representations of Black men. The vulnerabilities of Black manhood are rarely portrayed in mainstream media due to the stereotypes of Black men being tough, aggressive and hypermasculine (key examples being the Black Brute trope or Thug trope). Even though I wouldn’t argue Mickey, Danny or Ryan fit these tropes exactly, their treatment reflects the antiblackness Black men experience; the false idea of inevitable struggle that Black men are supposed to ‘handle’ because of their ‘inherent’ strength. Across genders, Black characters are made to feel like they have to ‘work’ and ‘earn’ their spot in the TARDIS or ‘work’ to be worthy of the Doctor’s attention, which can feel like a barrier when it comes to feeling represented by this show. The Fugitive Doctor was a step forward, moving beyond Black characters as the companions but an attempt at a Black doctor, a Black main character. But with the Fugitive reduced to cameo roles and the end of the Chibnall era, this never came through. The main options seem to be Tin Dog or three seconds of screen time. Gatwa’s casting can not only be an attempt to build from the sidelining of the Fugitive but also provide a form of Black male representation the show has never done before, building on the neglect of Mickey, Danny and Ryan. The only way to move when you’re stuck at the bottom is upwards.

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Chapter 9: Blaise Zabini and Isabella's moronic choice

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Blaises’ mother walked him back to his room, reassuring him that he had done the right thing in telling her and that she would handle everything. Closing his door he heard her knocking on Isabellas’ and walking in. He took a seat on his bed and listened closely waiting for the sound of his mother leaving. An hour or so passed and he finally heard his mothers footstep retreating, he slunk out of his room and tapped his knuckles on her doorway.

She opened the door, took in his appearance, gilded around him and into his room. “What happened to talking to her together?” she questioned lying on her back on the floor of his sitting area.

“I’m sorry Reyes I really am. But what you can do, it's unheard of. If someone were to find out-” he hesitated.

“Don’t lie to me Blaise. The first thing we established was that lying to me was a bad idea. Don’t forget it.” she reminded him.

“...if someone were to find out about it, you could end up in the hospital, or a research lab. I don’t know how much my mother told you but, new forms of magic are really rare.” He laid down beside her, “What did she tell you?”

She didn’t look at him, “She told me that you told her everything. That what I could do was unusual. And that she was going to bring in some experts to talk to me and hopefully figure out what I’m doing. Depending on how serious it is we’ll go from there.” She paused, “I don’t appreciate you telling her my business. Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.” he promised.

“You better not.”

They laid on the floor like that until Lila came to them telling them to go to the dining room for breakfast. The journey to breakfast was silent as was the meal, especially since his mother was noticeably absent. By the time they had finished their food his mother entered the room, “Isabella, come with me please.”

As Isabella rose from her seat she sent a single glance at Blaise, before turning to his mother asking, “Can Blaise come with?”

His mother looked between the two of them, “If you feel that’s best.”

Isabella grabbed his arm, pulling him up stating, “You're coming with me but just for emotional support. Just stand behind me and don’t talk.” Blaise nodded without a word. “I’m still mad at you.” She spun on her heel and they followed Blaises’ mother to a sitting room on the third floor. Blaise had actually never been in there as his mother used the room's long table for business meetings that she refused to let him into. Sitting at said table was a man in healer robes and a woman in aurors clothing.

His mother led him and Isabella to sit in front of the two, “Isabella, Blaise this is Trainer Wright and Healer Smith.” Trainer Wright was a woman with black straight hair and deep brown skin, while Healer Smith was a pale man with brown hair in two long braids. “They’re dear friends of mine who study magic globally, though they are both American.”

The healers shook both of the kids' hands and they all sat down with Blaises mother taking a seat at the head of the table rather than beside either pairing. “So Isabella we first want to establish a few things before we actually dive in. Is that alright baby?” Trainer Wright asked with a twang to her voice that reminded Blaise of the girl beside him.

“Yeah that’s fine.” Isabella answered.

“Alright then first is that you have patient-healer/trainer confidentiality with the both of us. Anything you tell us doesn't go beyond us. Second is that if we are going to be useful to you, you need to be honest with us. That means no lying, no half truths, no withholding information. None of that.” She raised her eyebrows at Isabella like she could see that Isabella was searching for ways to get around these rules. “Okay?”

Isabella stared at both adults for two minutes before conceding with a simple, “Okay.”

Healer Smith cleared his throat, “I assume you're comfortable with Ms. and Mr. Zabini staying in the room?” Isabella nodded quickly. “Alright and now we get to work. Elizabeth has told us a bit about your magic and we would like some more detail from you. Starting with the glowing…tell me about that.” he smiled softly.

“I just glow.” Isabella stated shortly.

“...people don’t just glow. I understand that you haven’t talked about this much, but this is- we think this is an important part of…everything, for lack of a better word. So please, tell us anything you know about the glowing.”

Isabella huffed, “When I was little it would happen all the time. Any emotion I glowed, my dad told me they never let me leave the house for more than an hour until I was like five, because I kept glowing.”

Trainer Wright paused her note taking, “What changed, why let you out at five?”

“I could control it then. By the time I was five I had realized that my glowing was weird. I asked them why I couldn’t go outside with them. Why I only went out to the park and the backyard when we were alone, why I couldn’t go around the other kids. They told me it was because I glowed. So I started…teaching myself to chill out whenever I felt like I was about to. I was a pro at it by the time I was old enough to go to kindergarten and I’ve just been like this ever since.”

“So it wasn’t a natural change, it was a choice you made. You actively stopped it.”

“Yeah, basically.”

“Basically?”

“Well sometimes I could tell I wasn’t going to be able to control it and I’d run away, hiding until I was able to calm down. Sometimes I would sit in my room and just let myself glow, watch the gold swirl around my room.”

Healer Smith squinted at her words, “What does it feel like when you glow? Does it hurt? Does it-”

“It's relaxing. It feels like all my tension is flowing out of me. Like swimming through cool water after burning in the sun. It’s smooth and refreshing. Sometimes when I had a tantrum my parents would just leave me in my room and I’d cry and light would shine, things would levitate, until I tired myself out. Which sounds bad but honestly it was more comforting than anything they could have done.” she explained wistfully.

Healer Smith and Trainer Wright shared a look, before Healer Smith continued, “ Okay for simplicity sake let's start calling your glowing abilities “Glow”, capital G. Does that work?”

“Mhm”

“So is the Glow just…light or is it something else? Elizabeth mentioned that you used to do magic with the Glow.”

“Glow is-” Isabella closed her eyes, “ magic. Glow is energy. Glow is something I can feel in my mind, in my stomach, in my veins. Glow is power. It makes everything so simple. Like at Hogwarts, all actual magic is so easy, honestly I have to pretend to struggle. The hard part is the theory and the essays. For me the magic just happens, so when everyone else has a whole thought process and reasoning and explanation for how a spell works, for me it just works. Even if I didn’t have my wand, or know the spell. It just happens because I want it.”

Blaise and the adults shared a look. “Reyes, that’s not how magic-”

“I know that’s not how magic works for y'all Blaise, but it's how it works for me.”

“Isabella what you're saying” -Healer Smith shook his head- “goes against the basic fundamentals of magic as far as modern magical theory goes. So you’ll have to forgive us for struggling to understand what you're saying. Which means that-” he held his hands up vaguely “ there’s no…standard, no basis for us to start with beyond your experience.”

“Which means,” Trainer Wright interjected, “that we start from the ground up. If our understanding doesn’t apply to you, we will change our understanding. We are professionals” she shot a look at Healer Smith “we can adapt. But again I have to say, if we are going to adapt we need all the information you can give us and more. My job as your trainer is, well, to train you. Hogwarts is a school to teach people how to apply their magic, how to use it. But if that comes naturally to you, I honestly don’t believe it's the best use of your time.”

Ms. Zabini held up her hand, “While I can definitely see why you say that, we can’t pull her out of school. It would draw too much suspicion, I think until we have a solid grasp on how to proceed we shouldn’t let anyone know. For Isabellas’ safety.” She eyed the other adults.

“So what do you suggest? We don’t want Isabella wasting her talent in a school that can’t accommodate her abilities.”

“Isabella, what's your relationship like with Professors McGonagall and Sprout?”

Isabella, not mentally prepared to be addressed shook her head before answering, “I’m closer to Professor Sprout since she's my head of house, but Professor McGonagall has always been nice to me.”

Blaises’ mother nodded thoughtfully, “I trust Minerva and Pomona.” She swiveled in her chair to look directly at Blaise and Isabella, “I must be honest with you, I do not trust the majority of the Professors to not tell Dumbledore about your abilities, Isabella. Dumbledore is an … opportunist. I do not trust him to not request your help or to test your abilities. The professors, like practically everyone in our world, respect Dumbledore and refuse to doubt him, if they were to learn about your abilities they would rush to him for help. Believe me when I say, Isabella, you do not want that man's help.”

She sat back to address the small group as a whole, “My suggestion is this. I will set up a meeting for Isabella, Pomona, Minerva and I. We will explain the situation and ask for their help setting up a system to allow for Isabella to slip out of Hogwarts to meet with the two of you “ she pointed at Wright and Smith “for training and tracking of her abilities and condition as she…experiments…with her Glow. All without notifying Dumbledore.”

“Experiments? What do you mean by experiments?” Isabella wondered.

“In your training with Wright, we think it's best that you experiment with your Glow. Study it. See what it can do. Push its limits to have a better understanding of what it is, how it will impact your life, health etc. It sounds like it can be a very valuable power but currently you don’t use it and don’t train in it.” His mother stopped, “If you want to, that is.”

All eyes turned to Isabella and Blaise could practically see the cogs turning in her head, “ It would be nice to learn about what I can do. But, I want it at my pace. The training shouldn’t be super structured or anything like that. Just an opinion space for me to try it out with supervision.”

“Absolutely. I am confident in saying I speak for everyone when I say, this is all your space. You are incharge, we are simply here to be the adults that make sure nothing is hurting you and that you're looked after. What would happen is that we would have a training session, then you would have a check up with Smith then we would discuss what progress or setbacks have occurred and what we should do going forward.” Wright affirmed.

Isabella nodded slowly, “Alright then, when do we start?”

Smith gathered up his papers, placing them in a briefcase he pulled out of nowhere, “ We were thinking the day after new years, so January 2nd you would meet with your professors and figure out the details of transportation, the 3rd you would have your first session, then we will leave you alone to enjoy your last few days before going back to school.” he finished as everyone began to walked towards the entrance of Zabini Manor.

“Works for me.” Isabella confirmed. Smith and Wright said their goodbyes with promising smiles to Isabella before walking into the fireplaces next to the grand entrance and flooing away.

Blaise watched as his mother embraced Isabella, imploring “Are you sure you're alright with all of this? It's very soon.”

“I’m sure.” Isabella pulled away with a soft smile, “I think a change is what I need. Hogwarts is nice but it can get rather boring sometimes.” She slowly backed away, grabbing Blaises hand pulling him along. “Thank you for setting up everything for me Ms. Zabini, I really appreciate everything you're doing for me.”

“Of course dear.”

Accepting that that was the end of the conversation, Blaise’s mother waved at them cueing Isabella to drag Blaise up the stairs and to his room. In his room they spent the rest of the day planning out potential training sessions only leaving their room for meals and even then the only words outside of “Thank you for the food Lila” were the two asking for Blaise’s mothers opinions on their ideas.

The days passed and New Year's Eve arrived with Elizabeth Zabini calling the pair down to the main entrance in the early evening. “I have been invited to the annual Malfoys New Years Ball.” she told them, sounding anything but eager to go. “Which, as Blaise already knows, has always had a strict child-free policy, meaning that I have to leave the two of you here.”

The gremlins shared mischievous smiles.

“With Lila.”

The smiles disappeared.

“Lila will be keeping an eye on both of you while I am away. The other house elves will be in their quarters but they also are aware that I won’t be here so should you need anything, they are here as well.”

“Ma, Lila can go celebrate with the other elves. Isabella and I will be fine by ourselves.”

“You really don’t need to worry about anything Ms. Zabini, I’ll keep an eye on Blaise.” Isabella added seriously, earning her a pinch from Blaise.

“You must forgive me but I’m not confident that you two can be left alone without destroying a portion of the house or putting each other in St. Mungo’s.” she confessed, fixing her perfect updo in the mirror. “Now I must leave you, any longer I will have crossed the line from Fashionably Late to Impolitely Tardy.” She kissed both of their foreheads and disappeared into the flames of the fireplace.

Lila popped up in her place, “Dinner will be ready in two hours. Please refrain from doing anything illegal until then.” and she popped away.

Isabella put her hands on her hips and shook her head, “Honestly it's like they don’t trust us. I mean we haven’t even done anything yet.”

“I think the fact that you said “yet” proves their point a bit.”

“Whatever Blaise.” -she rolled her eyes- “ Let’s go explore. You haven’t really shown me around this place.” She spun in a circle, her arms spread out gesturing at the Manor. They set off running down the Manors' many hallways, going through its several rooms. Some were empty with antique furniture, others had display cases with various objects that Blaise’s mother had never allowed him to touch (he had to bat away Isabella prodding fingers multiple times). Isabella’s favorite rooms were the rooms his mother had filled with her collections of instruments and artworks. “You know, I used to play piano. Do you play any instruments?” she questioned plucking at a harp mindlessly.

Blaise’s mother had him learn over 14 instruments. “ A few.”

Isabella hummed, “I always wanted to learn more but my dad never took me seriously. He wanted me to focus on school, I wanted to stay after school with the theater kids. I borrowed…I stole a book about playing piano from my choir teacher and used it to teach myself.”

“...I could teach you a new one..sometime.” He offered, suddenly feeling shy.

“I’d like that alot Blaise, thanks.”

“We should go back downstairs before Lila hunts us down.” he suggested hurriedly. Dinner was quiet as the two couldn’t speak freely under Lila’s watchful stare.

“You know it's really dumb to treat us like we’re idiots. Make me want to do something stupid just for the sake of it.” Isabella said, flopping down on Blaise’s bed after dinner.

“Like what Reyes?”

“Like… I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far yet.” she whined. “Something reckless.”

Blaise snorted at that, “Says the Hufflepuff. Says the favorite student of literally all the teachers. Even Snape likes you.”

“Hey! Don’t act like I haven’t gotten in trouble before.”

“Hmmm, fair enough. I think you’ve broken a record for the number of fist fights a first year has gotten into.” Blaise conceded.

The two sat, Blaise tried to remember just how many fights Isabella had gotten herself into and she tried to think of something dumb to do. Blaise’s counting was interrupted when she frantically sat up with a gasp, crawling over to where he sat across the floor. “We should test out the Glow.”

Blaise stared. “Reyes I know you want to do something stupid, but try and find something a bit less moronic.”

“Oh don’t be dramatic. It’ll be the same as when I was a kid. I used to just be able to sense it in the pit of my stomach then it would happen. Only light, maybe some swirls, nothing crazy.” she bargained.

“I can hear the yells of Ma and Lila now.”

“It’ll be fine.”

Universe, please don’t let this kill us.

“Alright.”

“Yes! Alright alright! Um okay! I used to be able to do it like that-” she snapped her fingers “but I’m a little rusty.” She sat in the middle of the floor, legs crossed and hands on her knees, like she was getting ready to meditate. “This is how I used to sit when I wanted to Glow.” she explained.

“Uh huh.” Blaise responded as he backed as far away from her as he could. When she raised an eyebrow at him he only said, ”Don’t mind me.”

She scoffed at him, took a deep breath, closing her eyes and going quiet. For a moment there was nothing, then Blaise saw it, gold sparks crackling around her hair and hands. At first they were small, subtle, but they grew and grew till they were like mini fireworks. She began to levitate, just a foot or so off the floor. The lights began to swirl, forming rings that surrounded her as if she were a planet and they were in her orbit. They fluctuated, going from closer to her before growing further away and back again. Tendrils sprang from her hands turning into spirals in the air. Soon the room was filled with the Glow, everything bathed in gold light and everything seemed to vibrate with energy.

It was the most beautiful and intimidating thing Blaise had ever seen.

Then there was a knock on the door, scaring Isabella out of her zone and Blaise out of his trance. The Glow disappeared instantly, Isabella fell to the floor and Lila, oblivious to it all, entered the room hugging them and wishing them a Happy New Year. They repeated the sentiment weakly, watching as she walked out the room , without a clue in the world as to what happened. Blaise sat down next to Isabella in a daze, barely noticing the way she grabbed his shoulders and shook him. He heard her rambling about how strong the Glow was and how she felt invincible, but it was like she was a thousand miles away.

“...Reyes, what the hell was that?” he breathed

“That, my friend, was the Glow.”

“You've been able to do that your whole life?”

“Yup.”

That three letter word sent him back into his haze. The only thought Blaise had that was coherent for the hours to come was:

…what the hell is up with this girl?

Author's notes: as always, thanks for reading

#blaise zabini #harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys #blaise zabini x oc #blaise zabini x reader #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #theodore nott

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Something Big

Title: Something Big

Summary: Jackie and Rose have a chat the night before Rose meets the Doctor.

Characters: Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler

Word Count: 939

Warnings: N/A

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself on Fanfiction.net under the account drwhogirl10. It was published 10/17/2010.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" Nineteen year-old Rose Tyler laughed, calling back to her boyfriend, Mickey Smith, as she closed the flat door. She turned, her blonde hair falling into her face as she stopped dead in her tracks. "Mum!" Jackie Tyler stood leaning against the door frame of the living room.

"What sort of hour is this?" She asked, pointing to the clock on the wall beside Rose. Turning, Rose looked at it.

"One-thirty," Rose answered quietly. She looked back at her mother who crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.

"One-thirty in the morning! Rose Marion Tyler, you've got work in the morning! Or did you get so drunk you forgot about that?" Jackie fussed. Rose huffed and rolled her eyes.

"I'm not drunk Mum! We only had a couple drinks!" She said. "I'm not a child, ya know!"

"You're barely nineteen! That doesn't give you the right to stay out at all hours! You still live in this flat that I pay for and you will still obey my rules!" Jackie nagged, pointing at Rose.

"Well then maybe I shouldn't live here anymore," Rose mumbled. Jackie's jaw dropped.

"Where are you planning on living then?" She asked, slightly stunned.

"I could move in with Mickey," Rose replied, thoughtful. Jackie laughed bitterly.

"Right! Everyone knows how your last relationship ended when you moved in with that Jimmy Stone!" Jackie exclaimed. Rose looked off to the side.

"Don't go there Mum, please," she said, quietly. Those wounds were still fairly fresh. She quickly wiped at the tear on her cheek. Jackie sighed.

"I'm sorry Sweetheart. I shouldn't have said that," she apologized, walking towards her daughter. Jackie placed her hands gently on Rose's shoulders. "It's just that I worry about you. You know that!" Rose nodded. "Don't move in with Mickey though. He's awful clingy. Like you were with him during some traumatic event!" Rose laughed lightly.

"I was there for him when his Gran died, remember Mum?" Rose said, taking Jackie by the arm. The two walked into the living room and sat on the couch together.

"I know! That's not what I meant! Like you were there when he was a child! It's odd!" She replied. Rose laughed again. Jackie took her daughters hand. "Are you gonna marry him?" She asked. Rose stopped laughing and looked at her mother, stunned.

"I don't know! I'm not really thinking about that now!" She answered. Jackie nodded, thoughtful.

"He's not your type," Jackie said, shaking her head. Rose laughed again.

"What is my type then, Mum?" Rose asked.

"Someone rugged and handsome; a little older and more mature than Mickey. He has to have a sense of humor and he needs to be very smart," Jackie said. Rose rolled her eyes.

"Is that my type or what you want for me?" She asked. Jackie looked at her sideways.

"Both! You'll realize that's your type soon enough!" She laughed. Rose joined in then both got very quiet. "What're you gonna do with your life Sweetheart? You can't work at Henrik's forever, ya know," Jackie said. She wanted a better life for her daughter than what they were living. This wasn't a bad life. They always had enough money but she wanted Rose to be able to do something big with her life.

"I told you Mum! I'm gonna make something of myself!" Rose said, all her dreams and ambitions shining in her eyes. Jackie smiled at her daughter.

"You sound like your father," she said, reminiscent. Rose beamed.

"I am though Mum! Something's coming! I can feel it!" She said, a distant look in her eyes.

"What is it Sweetheart?" Jackie asked. Rose blinked and looked at the tele. An man and woman were lost in a passionate kiss, a bright yellow light beaming behind them.

"What's that?" Rose asked. Jackie looked where Rose was looking.

"Oh, just some new show that comes on early in the morning," she answered.

"What's it called?" Rose watched the tele carefully. Jackie eyed her daughter suspiciously.

"Bad Wolf or something like that. It's really a stupid show," Jackie said, reaching for the remote and turned it off. "Now what were you talking about? You said something was coming?"

"I don't know Mum. It's just a feeling. Like my whole life is going to change soon!" Rose said. Jackie touched her daughter's cheek.

"Don't go changing on me too quick now!" She laughed. Rose smiled at her, then yawned. "Go on to bed! You've gotta work tomorrow."

"Right, g'night Mum!" Rose said as she kissed Jackie on the cheek.

"Night Sweetheart," Jackie said. Rose stood to her feet.

"Something's coming Mum. Something big!" Rose said, sleepily. Jackie shook her head and watched as Rose slowly stumbled to her bedroom. Once the door closed, Jackie walked over to the window and looked up at the stars. She closed her eyes.

"Send her someone Pete! She needs someone strong and smart and good! Please Pete," she prayed quietly. She opened her eyes just in time to see what she assumed was a shooting star fall from the sky. "Something big," she laughed to herself as she turned for her bedroom too.

#doctor who #rose tyler #jackie tyler #9th doctor #10th doctor #doctor x rose #doctor x rose tyler #fanfiction #fanfic

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╰ ☆ ◞ renee rapp / cis woman / she/her ——— no way is that SAVANNAH-LYNN COOKE? you know they’re TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD and they’ve been in los angeles for TWO YEARS. they’re chillin’ as a STRIPPER at LUX. oh and they’re notoriously known for being JADED but there are some people who have seen them be CHARISMATIC. i heard they’re a part of a SOLO ACT called SAVANNAH ROSE, yeah they’re a SINGER/SONGWRITER to be honest they sound a lot like RENEE RAPP, LAUREN SPENCER SMITH, KELSEA BALLERINI & KELLIE PICKLER. they’re actually UNDERGROUND.

PART ONE: STATISTICS.

feel free to omit some questions as you see fit.

basic information:

FULL NAME: Savannah-Lynn Rose Cooke

NICKNAME(S): Sav, Savy, Venus

AGE: 21

DATE OF BIRTH: October 10th 2002

PLACE OF BIRTH: Macon, Georgia

GENDER: Ciswoman

PRONOUNS: she/her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English.

NEIGHBOURHOOD: Southcrest

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Southcrest Terrace

family ties:

MOTHER: Tammy-Jo Cooke

FATHER: Harrison Cooke (dead)

SIBLINGS: None

SPOUSE / PARTNER: None

CHILDREN: None

PETS: None

occupational information:

OCCUPATION: Sex Worker

POSITION (IF APPLICABLE): Stripper

NAME OF THEIR ACT: Savannah Rose

SO THEY PLAY INSTRUMENTS? IF SO WHAT?: Piano, guitar, flute.

ARTIST INFLUENCES: Shania Twain, Taylor Swift, Honey K.

CURRENT MONTHLY SPOTIFY/APPLE MUSIC LISTENS ON AVERAGE: 200

personality:

WESTERN ZODIAC: Libra

CHINESE ZODIAC: Horse

POSITIVE TRAITS: Charismatic, Caring, Flirty

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Jaded, Stubborn, Clingy

HOBBIES: Singing, Dancing, playing guitar, writing poetry

AESTHETICS: Glaring spotlights, leftover glitter, crumpled dollar bills

PART TWO: QUESTIONNAIRE.

start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important?

"My name is Savannah Rose, I'm a 22 year old from Georgia and I'm a singer."

how long have you been making music?

"It kinda feels like forever. I did pageants as a little girl so my mama had me doing all sorts of singing bits and stuff like that. But when it came to actually playing instruments, I think I was about ten? so 12 years?"

how would you describe the kind of music you make?

"For me it's pretty real and raw. Vulnerable. It's very much just a girl and her guitar vibes right now but I'm trying to work on that."

who are some of your biggest musical influences?

"Honestly, Tay swift is my girl. I love how she just writes her truth and doesn't accept peoples bad behavior. But I really did look up to both Shania and Honey K and Jenna for a long time."

what is the first record you ever bought?

"The first one I ever bought? My dad took me to the midnight release of Red by Taylor Swift at target... My mom was so mad because I was tired and cranky for my pageant the next day, but in the end it was worth it."

what has working in the music industry meant to you thus far in your career?

Savy pulled in a deep breath. The last thing she wanted was to dox herself in an interview. But at the same time it was so hard to care. At least now she was taking off her clothes for more money then she ever made in pageants. "I haven't found much success doing just music yet. I'm hoping to change that soon."

what are some stand out moments from your career so far?

"Well, this interview is probably the biggest one so far."

how would you describe your style of performance? what makes your shows worth seeing?

"I try to make sure everyone is having a good time. I mean you always have those people who who will never be happy, but I'll do everything reasonable to make sure you're having a good time."

what are you still hoping to achieve in your career?

"All I wanna be able to do is make a living doing what I love to do."

what’s next for you?

"Well, honestly I'm hoping to get discovered. Signed onto someone's label so I can put out my very first album and see how it goes from there."

PART THREE: BACKGROUND:

Savannah was an unwanted child. Though you've never know at looking at it from the outside.

Tammy Jo was promising Miss Georgia contestant who had her title stripped from her once she got pregnant unexpectedly from a one night stand.

With a baby on the way, there really wasn't much more that Tammy or Harrison could do other then get married. Even if the two were complete opposites.

Due to her dreams being dashed, Tammy Jo entered her three month old daughter into a beauty pageant, much to the dismay

#sonicfm:intro

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The Doc/River and Doc/Clara are equally valid ships.

I'm a Tentoo stan all the way, so the Doctor moving on to a new romance doesn't bother me, especially the first time I watched the show. But on rewatch, I'm frustrated with how poorly his new romances have been executed.

(My apologies to any Thasmin fans -- I haven't seen any of that yet, but I hear your ship is gold, so kudos there and I'll take your word for it.)

The problem I've had with both of them though is that they occur concurrently. Matt Smith said in an interview once that it was tense to introduce his girlfriend to his wife. And while I'm genuinely on board with polyamory, I do not think that's what this is. It takes away from both relationships and confuses the narrative.

I think that the Doctor loved Clara but never had her, while he had River but never loved her. Their romantic stories are sometimes interesting from his perspective because it's him trying to do the right thing for both women and failing in consequence. But it's also taking away the agency from Clara and River who just become the mistress and the wife.

It confuses things even further when you realize that both of them were introduced in a strange out of order way and whose main arcs revolve entirely around their interactions with the Doctor. This is flanderized with River (literally - her actual life revolves around him) and, while there is an attempt to fix that mistake with Clara (by making her only part of his history because of a paradox), it ultimately falls flat. Their backstories, their personalities and their interests make them feel much like the same person as much as their relationship with the Doctor does.

(Don't even get me started on how much River and Clara sound alike, either. Moffat only knows how to write one woman. She makes an appearance in Sherlock, too. But I digress.)

The essential problem that I have with these concurrent relationships is the faithlessness that the Doctor demonstrates. Again, it could be argued that some of these feelings are only problematic when seeing them from a monogamous perspective. The Doctor could not be monogamous, except that he is. The level of devotion and faithfulness to Rose through to Journeys End is one example of this.

However there is also that Twelve's reactions to River's exploits and other marriages shows that it bothers him. Eleven calls River his ex when he's with Clara, because being with two people at once bothers him. Both River and Clara are jealous of each other. The Doctor keeps them a secret from each other while simultaneously dating both. That is not devotion to either of them, nor do they have devotion to him.

Honestly, unless River is a plot point in the episode of choice, she is essentially forgotten about. Then, when Clara is actually forgotten about, River comes back. It's sort of like Moffat thought they were interchangeable. It's like he wrote part of River's timeline and then fell in love with the idea of Clara but had already tied the knot with the whole marriage to River thing that he had to begrudgingly keep on -- and it shows.

(And sidenote, Moffat: bisexual people are not polyamorous by rote, just so you know. It can happen like once and be okay, but you used that card with Jack Harkness.)

I know this is mostly nonsense because I'm talking about the B romantic plotline of an action/adventure/science fiction show, but how these characters interact with each other has a big impact on why we enjoy watching them. I don't like being taught that it's okay to emotionally cheat on someone you're with, whether that be either River or Clara, and I think that's ultimately why I could never get on board with these ships.

#doctor who #relationships #meta #ramblings #anti moffat

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Loving is Easy

Part Five: You're Makin' Me High

Negan Smith x Reader

TWD Modern AU

Summary: Reader finds herself exploring a new type of relationship with an old family friend of questionable morals.

Warnings: Language i guess

There were many ways to describe what Negan made you feel, most of them clichés. Some small voice of reason told you to be cautious, but you ignored it. The more time you spent with him, the worse it got. Every love song sounded sweeter. Suddenly you could only see the bright side of everything.

You sat by the pool in your parents' backyard. Your mom, your sister, and her friend were playing in the water nearby. You were supposed to keep score, but you kept getting distracted. It doesn't get better than this. you thought, taking in the playful light in Negan's hazel eyes, his straight teeth showing in his gorgeous smile. Endearing, how the corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed.

A small smile appeared on your own lips in response. His gaze met yours.

Your mom cried out your name in warning.

Negan's eyes widened.

You gasped then winced as a spongey wet ball hit you right in the face. Negan was by your side in an instant.

"Are you alright?" His large hands framed your face as he looked you over.

"I'm fine." You laughed, feeling a little embarrassed.

He let go a breath of relief. Then wiped a drop of water away from your nose. For a moment you leaned into the touch of his palm.

"She okay?" Simon called from the patio.

Negan's hands fell away from you quickly.

You forced yourself to look away. Your sister and her friend were splashing each other, but your mom was staring at you.

"She's okay." He replied , rose and winked at you before he made his way back over to Simon.

You picked up the ball and tossed it back into the pool.

"I lost count. So you're gonna have to start over." You said to your little sister. You tried to ignore the eyes boring into you.

Your sister and her friend shared a mischievous look then began aiming their splashing toward you.

You put up your arm to block your face.

"Foods ready." Simon called.

While your mom was pre occupied with getting the girls out of the water You went and busied yourself with setting condiments on the table and getting drinks.

A hand caught your elbow on your way back outside. You turned and found Negan already leaning in. His lips grazed yours, he nipped at your lower lip, teasing.

"You wanna come over later?"

"I thought you were gonna be at The Sanctuary tonight?"

"For a while. I should be home by twelve thirty."

"I guess I could drop by."

He grinned wolfishly.

"You guess?"

"I will." You smirked at him.

"That's more like it."

You heard the sliding door start to open and continued on your way. It was when you reached the living room that you realized you had fucked up. You saw Simon standing just outside the hallway. He was staring at you with a look of mild horror. Just then your sister came barreling into the house and the uncomfortable moment was broken. You hurried away to the patio.

•••••••••••••••••••••••

That evening you were watching TV when Simon came into your room and sat at the end of the bed.

"I've been meaning to talk to you." He sighed. "See, I noticed you and Negan've been makin' eyes at each other."

"What? I-No, I haven't."

Simon sighed.

"Yeah, you have and by the looks of it I may be too late in telling you this, but the thing is Negan is a wolf. You think you’re a wolf too, but actually you’re a nice fluffy little sheep and he's just waiting to take a bite out of you."

You searched Simon's face for any indication that he was joking. There wasn't any.

"He's my friend and he's mostly a great guy, but when it comes to relationships, well... Let's just say he's not made for 'em."

You looked at the comforter on your bed. There were a dozen things you wanted to say like, that Simon was wrong. You weren't as naive as he seemed to think you were and Negan wasn't as bad as he was making him out to be. You hadn't felt this way about a man in a while and no matter what Negan was like in the past surely it was different with you. Instead you went for a denial.

"He's...handsome and a little flirty, but I'm not about to date him or anything."

Simon nodded.

"Good. Cause your mother would probably lose her shit if he hurt you and I, well, I wouldn't be too happy with him either."

You nodded.

•••••••••••••••••••••

You tugged at the sleeve of your blouse. Simon's warnings had stayed with you even as you got dressed and ready to go to Negan's. The words crawled in your mind like invading worms, their poison inescapable.

You tried to shake off the feeling of impending doom as you walked up the steps to Negan's front door. You rang the doorbell. You waited for what felt like a century, considered ringing it again before he answered.

His eyes ran over you in your nice outfit and fresh make up and he whistled at you.

"Damn, did you do all this just for me?"

You chuckled.

"Maybe."

He stepped back to let you in. You walked into his living room. One wall of the large space was occupied by a rather large flat screen tv hanging over an elm media consol. A comfortable looking brown faux leather sectional surrounded a coffee table of elm stained wood. In true bachelor fashion not a single picture or decoration was hung on the walls nor displayed on the shelves of the entertainment center.

The TV was on, so you picked a spot on the sofa and sat.

"Do you want anything to drink; water, a beer?"

You shook your head 'No'.

Negan came and sat next to you. He put his arm around your shoulders. You allowed yourself to nestle into his side. Something felt off. You felt scared, vulnerable all of a sudden. You looked at the screen pretending to watch, but you could feel his eyes on you.

"How was work?"

"It went alright. Had to kick some asshole out for harassing some girls. Missed you by the way."

He leaned over and kissed your cheek.

Heat bloomed at the spot his lips had touched. You swallowed nervously.

He kissed you again, this time his lips trailed kisses along your cheek seeking your lips. When he reached the corner of your mouth you turned away.

"Is something wrong?" He asked still so very close to you.

You could feel his breath fanning your cheek. You turned slowly toward him.Then you closed the space between you, pressing your lips to his. The feeling of his lips moving against yours, stubble scratching your chin and cheek reignited the hunger in you that never seemed far when Negan was close to you.

He consumed your sighs and moans. Beyond the barrier of clothing you had nothing stopping you from uniting with this man, a man whose very presence turned your senses to mush and made your body come alive. Public censure could not stop you here. Matching soft lingering embrace for embrace, you kissed him as deeply as you had been wanting to all day. You didn't stop until Negan pulled away breathless.

You were flushed and could feel the slight swelling of your lips. You didn't know when you had done it, but you were now straddling his lap and could feel him getting hard under you. His hands kneaded your ass cheeks through your leggings. His forehead was nearly touching yours as you gazed into each other's eyes, drunk on the growing heat between you.

You flinched at the sound of his doorbell. It broke the illusion of you and Negan being the only two people in the world.

Negan frowned, his gaze straying to the door for a second. He shrugged then pressed his lips to yours again. You hummed your approval at his prioritizing you first and pressed yourself up against him. It was easy to ignore the bell the second time , but after a third and fourth ring you broke away. You maneuvered yourself off of his lap. He sighed, exasperated. You watched him go and open the door, expecting for some reason that it would have something to do with The Sanctuary.

"What?" Negan demanded.

Seconds later his shoulders went rigid, his body stiffening at the sight of the woman.

"We need to talk."

Your eyes widened as the slim brunette pushed passed him. Her pinched face and angry eyes turned your way as she saw you.

"Leave." She commanded.

You half laughed half scoffed in surprise, but didn't move from your seat.

She shot you a dirty look.

"What the fuck? You have got no right barging in here like this and even less of a right to tell my guests when to leave." Negan fumed. He pointed toward the next room. "Kitchen. Now."

The woman stalked off, the anger on her face grew more furious by the second.

You nodded and turned toward the TV. You found the remote and put the volume up to try to give Negan some privacy.

"I'll be back in a minute, Babydoll. Don't you go anywhere." He told you giving you a reassuring smile.

You could hear them yelling, but you couldn't make out anything more than a 'fuck you' or two.

It was as he'd said, a mere five minutes later she came back down the hallway and left slamming the door behind her. Negan followed. He locked the door.

"Sorry about that. My business partner is going through some shit."

"Is she always so pleasant?"

Negan chuckled.

"She isn't usually this bad, but if I'm being honest, not by much."

You grimaced.

"Yikes.”

Instead of sitting down in his previous spot, he held his hand out to you. You took it and he helped you up.

"So you're planning on staying here tonight aren't ya?" He asked trying to read your reaction in your eyes.

"Negan!" You admonished, but grinned.

He cupped your cheek bringing your face closer to his.

He bit his lower lip.

"Is that a yes?"

You suppressed a giggle. Negan was a proud man and you didn't want him to think you were laughing at him, but being around him made you giddy.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and then another. You leaned away before he could do it again.

"As fun as this has been, I do have to get up early tomorrow."

"So I'll set an alarm." His hazel eyes were alight with mischief.

"What about my clothes?"

He ran the tip of his index finger along the neckline of your blouse.

"You can wear what you're wearing right now."

"This outfit is very unprofessional, Sir." You teased.

"Depends on the profession."

"Negan!" You smacked his arm.

He laughed.

“Alright. Another time then.”

You gave him one final kiss at his doorstep before you left.

#negan smith x reader #Negan x Reader #negan x plus sized reader #plus sized reader #Negan Smith x Plus sized reader #negan

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timeandspacenovelist · 3 years

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Dinner at Criri XEE8

Rating: G

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Feeling guilty for the events of Into the Dalek, the Doctor decides to take Clara out for dinner. It doesn't go quite as planned....

Notes : This was an idea I had in mind to do for a good few months and I'm especially happy to see it finally come to fruition.

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“See you tomorrow!” was what Clara told the teacher passing her on her way out of the classroom.

Another day, another attempt to get the children to learn. Today wasn’t so bad though, actually. She actually had a bit of fun. The students were attentive. Courtney wasn’t that annoying, and she finished her lesson ahead of time. It was pretty nice. She breezed past a few students as she made her way to her favorite spot after school, at least on Wednesdays. But before she reached there, she remembered she promised Danny she’d sort out something for a field trip. No problem, she’d just meet the Doctor and tell him she’ll be back in a minute. She opened the door to the supply cupboard and, just like the week before, met the Doctor standing right in front of her, looking… a bit nervous if she was honest.

“Hi.”

“Hi. Ready to go?” the Doctor asked, shuffling awkwardly.

“In a minute. I just need to sort out something with Danny first.”

“Who’s that?”

“Co worker. You don’t know him… yet.”

Sounds boring. I need you now. Come on, come on, come on.”

“Alright. Alright. What’s gotten into you? Whatever you have planned for us, can wait. I just need to-“

“I’m taking you out for dinner!”

A sly smile appeared on Clara’s face. “Oh... Oh, this I have to hear.”

“Well, come inside then.”

The Doctor quickly moved inside, with Clara following closely behind. The Tardis was set into flight and he stood at the console, hands in his pockets. Clara, meanwhile, sat on a chair, arms folded, hoping that whatever this was, was worth it.

“The restaurant is kinda fancy so it’s better if you dress more appropriately.” He advised her.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not going anywhere until I get an explanation for the sudden desire for taking me out for dinner. Explanation now please.”

“You maybe want to do your hair as well. It’s been looking kinda weird lately.”

“Doctor? Explanation.”

“Fine. I... I know I messed up with the Dalek stuff last week. I should have been more mindful of you. I don’t think I deserved the slap but-“

“I beg to differ.”

“But.... I deserved the telling off.”

“You got there in the end though, which was good.” Clara told him with a smile.

“So....in order to make up for that, I felt that we could maybe head out for dinner at a restaurant.“

“And what is this restaurant you’re so keen to take me to?”

“Well...it’s not particularly a restaurant in itself. More a restaurant planet. Criri XEE8, the best of its kind in the entire universe, at least that I know of.”

“Hmmm... that sounds awfully like you want to take me out on a date....” Clara teased, with a smirk.

“No, no! This is not a date!”

“Haha! What is it then?”

“It’s.... an outing to a restaurant to make up for the mistake I made last week.”

“So you’re trying to make me feel better about last week...by taking me on a date?....”

“I told you it’s not a date...” he said, a red hue appearing on his cheeks, which only promptly made Clara giggle when seeing it.

“Some things never change. The Doctor and his snog box taking girls to fancy restaurants after he nearly gets them trapped inside a Dalek.”

“It is not a snog box! Look, do you want to come on not?”

“What happens if I say no?”

“Then I..I... we’ll go to a Nando's instead.”

“Hmm, I do like a good Nando's chicken though...”

“Clara.."

“Fine. We’ll go to your restaurant planet. You best give me a good time there after what happened with the Dalek.”

“I had no intention to do anything less.”

Clara gave him one more sly smile before heading inside the Tardis halls to head to her room to change. The Doctor went to the Tardis’ scanner screen and just cleaned up his suit a bit (He wasn’t going to change; he looked perfect already in his mind.) He sighed as he finished, pondering Clara’s assertions earlier.

“Hmmm... that sounds awfully like you want to take me out on a date....”

Was it a date? He was taking her out to dinner. In all his lives, that usually involved taking the person out on a date. But he was sure he didn’t want to take her on a date. It was just a nice outing between friends, right? Right? But what if he wanted it to be a date?…. No. It can’t be that. He made a promise. He made a vow to himself and to Clara, and he was going to stick to it.

“Clara, I’m not your boyfriend.”

As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t be…. that for her. Not anymore, not how he is now. Maybe one day? Maybe when the next change comes. Hopefully, she’d still be there by that point. Maybe then he can be the man she deserves…

His thoughts were interrupted by Clara’s voice as she came out of the halls, attired for the location they were going to. She appeared in a stunningly beautiful dress, her makeup light but on point and her hair done up nicely. She even had a shawl to complete the look.

“Right. I thought this was a good choice, but I’m due for some second opinions on it. The Tardis wasn’t much help in that department. So, how do I look?”

The Doctor wanted to use several adjectives that he used for only the most attractive things he knew. But he bit his tongue, and remembered his promise and vow, as much as hurt.

“Fine.”

“That’s the best I’m gonna get, so I’ll take it. Come on, let’s go.”

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The Doctor offered his arm to join and Clara did so, and with a smile (and a tiny blush), the two left the Tardis and made their way towards the restaurant. The restaurant wasn't that much different from any ones on Earth, but it was when they got inside, did Clara realize its alien nature. The patrons and the staff were a mixture of several different species and shapes and sizes and colours. They met up with the waiter at the front, a blue skinned alien himself.

“Good evening. How may I help you?”

“Ah, hello. Good evening. I made a reservation, under the name, John Smith.” The Doctor said, as Clara rolled his eyes with a smile at him using his human name.

“Let me check... Ah, here we are. John Smith, party of two.”

“That’s us.” Clara said, excitedly, ready for the dinner.

“Right this way, please.” The waiter told them, as he took them to their seats, a nice window table at the further end of the restaurant, away from a lot of the crowds, much to Clara’s surprise.

“Wow, these seats are great. How did you get them?”

“Benefit of time travel. I went back in time and made the reservation months ago.”

“Well, I must say, it was worth it.”

“So you like it?” he asked, as his eyes widened in hope.

“Oh yeah. This place is pretty swanky and cool. I’ve been in places like this before, but you know, it usually wasn’t full of aliens.”

“I just wanted to do something nice, like I said, to make up for what happened last week.”

“Honestly, I forgave you for that almost instantly. I just was a bit angry at that moment, and a bit worried.”

“…. Why worried?” the Doctor’s eyes narrowed onto Clara’s, as his head tilted.

“Sigh.. I just... wasn’t sure if you’d be able to get us out of that situation. That’s all.”

“It’s not like we’ve not encountered worse before.”

“I know... but... I’m just a bit wary, you know? After what happened with that half face man.”

The Doctor’s countenance dropped as Clara reminded him of that, the blood slightly drawing away from his face. If she was honest, that moment kept Clara awake that whole week. Constantly worrying, wondering if that moment was a sign of things to come. What if it wasn’t just a plan next time? What if he really did leave her in danger to save himself? She didn’t know what he was capable of in this regeneration. Deep down in her gut, she felt, or hoped, that he was still the same bowtie lover he always was and that he’d always be there for her. But she… couldn’t rely on her gut now. Not with how he was these days.

“Oh.... I...” was all he could muster, knowing he had no argument against it.

“Look. I know that you did what you had to do, and you did save me. But I just wished you had just told me what the plan was. I was so scared. So terrified that you’d never come back for me.”

Not knowing what else to really do, the Doctor put her hand on Clara’s. It wasn’t instant or immediate; he eased it onto her. He knew that they weren’t at the level they used to be, but he could still comfort and be there for her, in whatever way he could.

“… I can’t apologize enough for that. I just... might have expected that you’d just know, know that I was coming back… I thou-”

“Well, you thought wrong. We’re not at that level right now, ok?” she said, slightly angered as her voice rose.

There was a brief silence between them. She sighed. She was a bit rude there, and she knew it. She took his hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

“Sorry. Just… don’t do it again, please. From now on, we tell each other everything when we’re on our travels. That way, we can keep tabs on each other and not have the other worrying.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, with a faux salute and a smile.

“Hopefully you listen to your teacher for once, haha. The Tardis showed me your grades.“

The Doctor silently swore under his breath, vowing to give the ship a good talking to, while Clara continued laughing, the two of them settling in. The two sat in silence again briefly, just enjoying the atmosphere, before the waiter from before brought them their menus.

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“I suppose you can give me some advice on what to order. You’re the one with the diverse palette.” She said, confused at the meals on the menu.

“I mean there should be human food available too if you like.”

“Nope. You were kind enough to bring me here, so I will try something different. Something new.” She said, with a longing glance at him that went unseen.

“Right then. Ummm, for a starter we can try Pasteurized Gurlites sparkles. Not too heavy, and tastes really nice. Don’t let the sparkles name confuse you, they’re not that sweet.”

“Uh-huh. Main course then?” she said, eyes still perusing the menu.

“Well, there’s the Steamed Volcers lattuces. River and I had them once, and they were delicious. That’s a good choice.”

“Yep. Dessert then?”

“I mean, can’t go wrong with ice cream.”

“Right....”

“Found anything else you’d like to try instead?”

“That’s the thing. Outside of ice cream, I’ve not seen any of the dishes you mentioned.”

“What?! Let me see.” The Doctor said, taking the menu from her, “That’s... strange. You’re right.”

“I usually am...”

“The waiter must have given you the wrong menu. Let me get you a different one. “

“No, no. I’ll do it.” She told him as she called the waiter over to their table.

“Yes, Ms?”

“I’m afraid you may have brought me the wrong menu. If you’d be so kindly as to just change it, please.” She informed him with a smile.

The Doctor handed over the menu to the waiter who took it and went to walk away, but as he took a brief look at it, he returned to the table, which slightly perplexed the Doctor and Clara.

“No, this is the right menu, Ms.“

“No, it’s not. It’s not got any of the foods on his menu, bar a few exceptions.”

“Well, yes, because it’s a children’s menu.”

The Doctor snickered upon hearing that, knowing exactly why the waiter may have given her that menu, but Clara gave him a mean look which got him to quiet down. He wasn’t wanting another slap in consecutive weeks. She began to breathe in and out deeply, getting angry, but calmed herself down. It was just a mistake; she had to remind herself. That’s all it was.

“Ok...so you made a mistake. No big deal. We all do. It happens. Now, take it back and get me a different menu. I am not a child, so I would need the adult menu.”

“Oh....” the waiter said, his eyes widening.

“Oh.... what?”

“It’s just that on my planet, only children are as short or shorter than you. Ms.”

After already having her nightmares of being left by the Doctor dredged up and that fear and worry returning to the surface, needless to say, Clara did not take that well.

“How dare you? How dare you? My friend and I, out of the goodness of our hearts, decide to give this restaurant a chance. Out of all the ones we’ve could have gone to. We chose this one, and this is how you treat me.”

“Well, Ms-“

“You decided without any kind of interest or care in anything that you’d make an assumption, a guess about me, purely because of my height. Not even because of customs on my planet, but because of prejudices based on your own.”

“But Ms...”

“What?!”

“... You are still short.”

The Doctor’s involuntary wince upon hearing the waiter’s last statement showed he knew what was coming next. Now the entire restaurant’s eyes were on Clara and the waiter, having gotten their attention a few minutes ago. Clara smiled strangely and giggled. The Waiter smiled back, thinking that the worst was over, but boy, was he wrong.

Clara simply rose out of her chair, took a deep breath and.... jumped onto him, grabbing his lapels, and forcing him to the ground. Before she could do any further damage, the Doctor pulled her away.

By that point, the head of staff arrived on the scene. He surveyed the situation quickly and without hesitation threw out the Doctor and Clara. The two found themselves back in the Tardis, with their stomachs grumbling, kicked out of the restaurant, and hopefully without an assault charge in Clara’s name. When they arrived inside, Clara simply sat down, put her hands on face and sulked, sighing. _____________________________________________________________

“I messed up, big time.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“I should have acted much better.”

“You should have.”

“I’m really sorry.. For ruining your perfect night.” She said, putting her head down in shame.

The Doctor walked over to her, and in a rare show of confidence, put his arm around her in a small hug, before releasing it immediately. “It’s alright. I forgive you. Besides...I’m kinda glad you did that.”

“What....? Seriously?”

“Yeah! Honestly, that place really wasn’t my style. Too fancy. I only did it because I thought it would make you happy.”

“Thanks. That was really sweet of you. But surely, you weren’t happy with my little... uproar.” Clara said, unconsciously leaning into the Doctor’s shoulder, which he didn’t seem to take notice of.

“On the contrary, I loved it. It’s only through instinct that I pulled you off.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m serious. I wanted to see you deck him honestly. Only I get to make assumptions about your height.” He said with a big grin.

“Watch out, or you might get a right hook yourself.” Clara said, pretending to box as the two had a good laugh at the experience overall. Nevertheless, it did leave one question unanswered.

“So, what now, then? We can’t go back there, obviously.”

“True. I’m also still a bit hungry myself. Nandos?”

“Ha-ha. Nah. Not this time at least.... Actually, I may have an idea.”

Turned out, Clara’s idea was a lot more palatable to them than going to any restaurant. The two of them sat on the edge of the Tardis as they watched the night sky, The Doctor’s shirt was undone and his jacket off, while Clara’s heels were strewn aside and her shawl with it, as she let her hair back out. Their five star meal was a plate of jammie dodgers in between them.

“Hey, there’s a shooting star. Did you make a wish?” the Doctor said, pointing it out as it crossed the sky.

“I thought that’s something you didn't believe in?”

“Well, scientifically, there’s no way to prove that wishing on a shooting star grants wishes. There’s no real power that I know of that....” he said before stopping himself, as Clara gave him a knowing look, “Actually, yes, it grants wishes.”

“There you go.”

The two went for another jammie dodger, but their hands touched as they both reached for it, both blushing at the unexpectedness of it. Clara then moved over to lean on the Doctor’s shoulder. Not expecting it this time, he stiffened a bit, but eased into it after a few seconds.

“To answer your question, yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I did make a wish.”

“And?”

Clara could only smile warmly, as she looked up at him, his attention diverted because of the sky.

“It’s already come true...”.

#12th doctor #twelfth doctor #clara oswald #doctor who #ao3 #fanfic #archive of our own #cute #whouffaldi

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morbidly-malicious-muffins · 4 years

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What Kind of Music Slashers Would Vibe to Headcanons♪

This little thing popped into my head. Fyi, the canon timelines are thrown out the window for this so... Yeah.

Bring forth the bop~

RZ Michael Myers

"Let my weapons be your children, let my armies be your damned. Try to suffer on in silence, try to stop me if you can." --- This Cold Black by Slipknot

I think he'd really enjoy metal in general. I can totally see him unknowingly stomping to some Marilyn Manson and Meshuggah, though the lyrics and message probably will just fly over his head.

He listens to some heavy shit, but probably all the more mainstream bands/artists.

The loudness and organized chaos of the genre fills the void in his soul and reflects the state of his mind, despite his stoic and non-verbal outer demeanor.

Someone please do everyone a favor and introduce Michael to some death metal. Admit it, it really fits his aesthetic.

This is just based on speculation, but I suspect a 70% possibility of RZ Michael resonating with Cannibal Corpse. Fight me.

He hates classical music with a burning passion. Back in Smith's Grove, they played Bach's Air Sul G on tap. (its canon in the first movie lmao) He hates it. Mikey no likey.

Freddy Krueger

"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around." --- Highway to Hell, by AC/DC

Freddy listens to classic rock, period.

This guy is ngl a supporter of music taste discrimination. You listen to pop? Disgusting. You listen to Jazz? Disgusting. Classic rock is the epitome of all music.

He'll call you music-related slurs you never knew existed.

As stubborn adamant as Freddy is, he does harbor some guilty pleasures, including 70's hair metal and glam rock. Pshh. What a heckin hypocrite.

Some of his all time favorites are Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and AC/DC.

(Basic bitch)

*Hip thrust movements to go with his 'The Sprinkler' dance moves, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses blasting in the background*

OG Michael Myers

He doesn't listen to music, but if he did, he would probably enjoy Jazz.

Michael only listens to Miles Davis because he enjoys his music and can't be bothered to discover more artists.

Oml Michael I know Miles Davis is amazing but don't neglect other iconic artists plzzz. Someone please make him listen to some Teddy Wilson and/or Dave Brubeck.

I imagine him sitting stiff-straight on a rocking chair (he just likes how it moves), knife in his lap, rocking and zoning-out relaxing to 'Blue in Green'. (I love that piece)

#AfterHeFinallyKillsLaurie

#RetirementGoals

He also hates classical music because of the same reason as RZ Myers. Seriously, if either of them so much as hears the opening chord of Air Sul G, expect the speaker to be stomped to a pulp in a split second.

Bubba Sawyer

Alright let's all be honest with ourselves... 70's pop and country is Bubba's shit.

Look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't adore ABBA, The Jackson 5, and Dolly Parton. Thats right you can't

Everytime 'Dancing Queen' starts playing on the radio, Bubba will drop everything and start busting down.

Ain't nothing and nobody stoppin him. Drayton is powerless against the supreme sovereignty that is ABBA.

But let's also appreciate the fact that our Bubster can motherfuckin get down. *wipes sweat from forehead + heart eyes*

He would also do passionate lip sync with his heart and soul, to Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You'.

50% chance of him starting to cry right after he finishes his earnest performance.

*Holding Bubba in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back as he bawls hysterically, incoherently babbling on about how much he loves you*

I also feel for some reason he'd really like Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

Thomas Hewitt

"For one moment, I wish you'd hold your stage, with no feelings at all. Open minded, I'm sure I used to be so free." --- Citizen Erased by Muse

Y'know what I have a hard time imagining the type of music Tommy listens to. Kutos, Mr. Hewitt, you have defeated me.

siKE

(This is where I yeet the timeline out of the window y'all)

Thomas enjoys Muse, Evanescence, and Radiohead. (Fight me)

He just loves how emotional their songs are. He'd have one earbud in as he works away at his projects for hours. The music helps him concentrate, it is also a source of emotional support to him.

Hearing the heart-wretching lyrical content of 'Lost in Paradise' performed so beautifully by Amy Lee's angellic voice is really comforting to him. It's like hearing about another person's experiences. It makes him feel less alone in dealing with his emotional and mental turmoils and burdens.

The first time Thomas heard 'Creep' by Radiohead, he almost cried.

He also listens to My Chemical Romance sometimes. He only knows the Black Parade album, but he loves it. If 'Creep' didn't make him cry, listening to that entire album from top to bottom sure did. He started sobbing half-way through 'Famous Last Words'.

Tommy is emotional boi 🥺

Brahms Heelshire

C l a s s i c a l

No matter how stinky Brahms is, you can't tell me that he's not classy.

Schubert is his bitch. Schubert's style tends to be quite majestic and/or dreamy, (generally) and can change color/sound very abruptly yet appropriately. (This is just my opinion based on experience with Schubert's pieces, but then I only know his piano pieces soo) (let's still cue that maestoso to scherzando transition)

But of course, Schubert isn't the only thing he listens to. He prefers the romantic period, so Mendelssohn, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Shostakovich, Brahms, Schumann, you get the gist, all the staples. Oh yeah Elgar too. To be a proud English lad.

*Brahms swaying in the living room with the grace of a baby giraffe, engrossed in the beautiful melodies in Schumann's Kinderszenen.*

(Oml please check out 'Von fremden Landern und Manschen' and 'Kind im Einschlummern') (For those who play piano, they aren't that difficult too totally recommend) (Ok sorry I'm done now)

Brahms would totally waltz around alone to Chopin's waltzes and nocturnes.

Oh yeah apart from that classy shit, he likes to jam to meme songs.

"Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play---"

*cut to Brahms passionately fortnite dancing*

Listens to The Strange Man Who Sings About Dead Animals for a good laugh. (Please, all of his songs are gold)

Vincent Sinclair

He'll have 'emo' and 'classical' with a side of metal, thanks.

I headcanon that Vinny McWaxy is an INFJ, so the boy is likely prone to crippling existentialism. It would make sense for some aspects of his music taste to reflect that.

*cut to Vincent sitting rock-still on his workbench/stool, hands hover in mid-air, staring straight ahead, some John Cage piece playing*

You'll never hear this from Vincent but he enjoys sexy-time music. He has this whole erotic playlist he listens to while working. (Boy likes to feel sexy on the job, I respect that.)

I think its pretty much canon that Vinny loves MCR. (Hello fellow emo piece of shit 👋) His favorites are everything by them really. A hardcore fan. He used to have MCR, P!ATD, and 30 Seconds to Mars posters plastered everywhere in his workshop until he had to remove them all to add to the intimidation factor of his waxy hell for passer-bys. For the record, he is very gay for Frank Iero.

On the metal part of his spectrum is mostly classic metal, groove metal, and thrash/heavy metal.

Rammstein, Pantera, Vildhjarta, new and old Metallica, Dream Theatre, Coheed and Cambria. His bitches.

He also uses music to scare victims when bringing them down to his workshop. *cue horror movie soundtracks*

*KI KI KI MA MA MA*

Is a whore for the dramatics when in a good mood.

*Lacrimosa by Mozart plays as he makes a point to bring the wax painfully slowly down toward a drowsy and petrified victim*

A lament for your upcoming death, pitiful human.

Bo Sinclair

"The day has come for all us sinners, if you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground." -- Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Bastard boy is into dad-music™. (same)

Dad rock, classic rock, pop punk, punk rock, old school pop, his shit.

He listens to a lot of the same bands as Freddy, but Bo (generally) doesn't discriminate and explores a more diverse variety of music.

Its a fandom canon that Bo loves Avenged Sevenfold. I totally agree.

A7x is the perfect amount of cynical, political, and shred for Beauregard, (I hc that ge hates his full name so plz don't ever call him Beauregard)

He listens to the radio whenever he's at work. Whatever that might be.

Will NEVER admit it, but he thinks Vinny's music taste is dope as hell.

He'll turn off the radio just to strain his ears to listen to Vincent's music downstairs. No one will ever know that though. You don't.

Actually likes classical music too. Its not one of his main genres but there's one piece he really likes, Second Movement of Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major.

He never thought he'd enjoy this type of music. Its so.... Calm. He discovered that piece from Vinny's playlist. When he first heard it on his brother's speaker, he fell in love. It was one of the extremely rare cases in which he'd be committed enough to ask Vinny the name of the music.

Tiny shuffle for man-kind, huge fuckin step for Bo. Good job Bo, we're proud of you.

Also pleeeeeaaase message me or request stuff, I'm bored and have little inspiration 🦊

I might do a pt2 of this, since I didn't write many of the boys and gals🤷‍♀️

Also sorry if I've neglected some genres/artists (Like i've neglected non-piano classical pieces.... Bc ya girl is just a pianist), a person can't know everything😗

---Zali 🖤

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justanotherlifeff · 3 years

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Levi Ackerman × reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn

Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes and self harm and other triggering stuff.

No one's POV

Year 845: The day when wall Maria fell

"(Y/N)! Thomas! It's time for breakfast!" Gloria shouted from the dining room. Thomas, (Y/N)'s father, was sitting with (Y/N) in the living room. One of them busy with paperwork and the other with an interesting book borrowed from Erwin. (Y/N) didn't have training sessions with Erwin for a while, as he was on an expedition. He was supposed to return by now, but, he would be going to Wall Rose directly. (Y/N) kept her book down and followed her father out of the room to the dining room. "(Y/N), I cooked potato pancakes for you. Aren't they your favourite?" Gloria, (Y/N)'s mother told (Y/N) with a smile.

"Thank you" (Y/N) said softly, with her usual frown etched up on her face. It pained both Gloria and Thomas (L/N) that their adoptive daughter, no, they saw (Y/N) as nothing less than their own child, couldn't show emotions properly. It started after the incident with Jacob, one that they regretted ever since it happened. Only if they had the faintest idea of what that wretched man was doing to their beloved daughter... They consulted doctors from wall Rose to make sure (Y/N) is back to normal but the doctors only told them to be careful and not let (Y/N) get hold sharp objects.

They assumed (Y/N)'s aggression had something to do with her past in the underground, much like her self harming habits. They didn't know, however, that this would only push (Y/N) away from them. It's true that (Y/N) couldn't show emotions properly, but, that didn't mean the (L/N)s would love her any less. The day passed by normally, and just as Gloria was washing their plates for lunch, with the help of (Y/N), there was the sound of a huge explosion. "Gloria, stay with (Y/N) inside the house. I'll go see what that was" Thomas told the two of them before getting out. They waited for about fifteen minutes before a Garrison soldier knocked at their home.

"The wall of Shiganshina is breached! Gloria-san, your husband is helping with the evacuation. We need you to go to the barracks and gear up." the soldier said hastily. "Okay. Cadet Schultz, take (Y/N) to the evacuation boats. I'll catch up later" Gloria told him calmly. (Y/N) was witnessing everything. She knew enough about titans. She read about them in the books of Erwin's library. "Mom, I want to go with you" she told Gloria. Gloria looked at (Y/N)'s eyes, surprised that her eyes showed more emotions than she ever saw her express. There was fear, concern, love... "Honey, it's dangerous. I promise I'll be back before you know it with your dad." Gloria smiled as she felt (Y/N) hug her tightly. She knew that the chances of making through this was low. Very low. "Go now. We will be fine." she told (Y/N) before sending her off to the boats.

(Y/N) was sitting on the boat, hugging her legs. There were too many people here and she couldn't see any of her parents. There were no other soldiers here on this boat. "Maybe the soldiers are coming on a different boat?" (Y/N) thought. When the boat docked in Wall Rose, (Y/N) saw Erwin Smith standing there on the dockyard. She pushed through the crowd to go to him. When she reached him, she asked, "Are my mom and dad okay? Where are they?". "(Y/N), we don't have news about the soldiers fighting there yet. We will know by the next day. Right now, I need you to come with me. You won't be staying with the refugees as it is not safe. I arranged a home for you. You'll get good food, good clothes and a good place to sleep there." Erwin explained with a smile.

(Y/N) held his hand and went to the place he mentioned. It was a government run orphanage. Erwin mentioned that he had to pay money to let them take an extra child at this time. The matron looked like a kind motherly looking woman to (Y/N). "Be nice to everyone. Okay? I'll bring news about your parents as soon as I can." Erwin told (Y/N) with a kind smile before he left. (Y/N) remembered that something like this happened before.

"Don't be scared. You are safe now. No one will hurt you again." the blonde man told (Y/N) as he used a hairpin to unlock her cuffs. (Y/N) was huddled into a corner, scared that these men will take advantage of her like every other time. "It's okay. Everything will be okay. What's your name dear?" he asked with the same kind smile. "(Y/N)" (Y/N) managed to croak out. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I'm Erwin. Everything is going to be okay." he said, smiling. Everything didn't become okay.

"Was it happening again?" (Y/N) thought. "No. It can't be happening. They promised me that they will be back" (Y/N) brushed away the thought.

The next day

It was dawn. (Y/N) was sleeping on the bed assigned to her. The other children didn't talk to her yet as she spent most of her time in the matron's office. The matron was an amazing woman. She was nice to (Y/N), tried to give her as mental support as possible and made food almost as tasty as her mother. "(Y/N) dear? Wake up. Erwin Smith is here..." the matron called (Y/N), her face concerned. The whole orphanage was quiet, none of the other children were awake yet. (Y/N) walked towards the matron's office with the matron, a walk that seemed to go on for eternity. When she reached, (Y/N) saw Erwin sitting there, looking tired. "(Y/N)..." he started but (Y/N) interjected by saying, "They are dead, aren't they?".

There was no visible emotions in (Y/N)'s eyes. After all, she felt dead. Just her body was still functioning. It happened again. "Yes. Your parents died heroically, saving many citizens with their lives" Erwin told her, trying to make her proud. "They broke their promise. They left me too. They are no different from other people. They are just as bad as everyone else." (Y/N) stated, as if she was in a daze. "(Y/N), I'm sorry.." Erwin tried to say but (Y/N) stopped him. "It's not your fault, uncle Erwin. It's them." she told him, before walking to the bathroom. "I need something sharp..." she thought as she searched the bathroom for a blade.

A week later

The matron introduced (Y/N) to the other children as she decided that (Y/N) couldn't curl up in her office with a book forever. After all, (Y/N) was a permanent resident. There were twenty other children in the small orphanage. (Y/N) of course, didn't give any heed to their names at first because, of course, it was all pointless. What was the point of being alive anyway? What did she have left? Except her uncle Erwin? She was sure that he was strong enough to deal with her death anyway. He was the one who made her as strong as she is now.

It's because of him, she's still fighting. After the matron went away, telling (Y/N) to talk to the other kids, (Y/N) simply went to a corner of the room and start reading the book in her hand. It was the books and the agony in her body from the cuts she made on herself that kept her mind at bay from the death of her parents. She, of course, stole bandages from the matron's office to keep the bleeding at bay so that she wouldn't die. The cuts weren't too deep, just deep enough to sting for a whole day and heal up. She just had to make more cuts after it healed up.

"Oi brat, you think a newbie like you can just sit and read shit without working?" a young boy, much bigger than (Y/N) walked towards her, with another girl and a boy with him, all of them bigger than her. (Y/N) merely looked up from the book with a vacant expression. "Don't give me this look, you shit! Go do the dishes!" he shouted. "Isn't the matron supposed to assign chores? I remember doing mine this morning." (Y/N) answered to him calmly. "Listen, newbie, we make the rules here. Go do the dishes!" the leader of the group tried to speak in a menacing voice.

"I refuse to do it unless the matron asks me to" (Y/N) simply answered but just as she did, the boy took the book from her hand and tore it in half. "You two, get her" he ordered the other two kids who started kicking (Y/N). (Y/N) could’ve easily beaten them up but she remembered the advice from Erwin. "Be nice to everyone" he said. (Y/N) didn't flinch even when they hit her in the areas with cuts, she was accustomed to pain. After all, she always had these habits and also went through training with Erwin.

These went on for a week. When those kids, Sean (the leader), Lena (the girl) and Paul (the other boy) found out that (Y/N) doesn't react to beatings, they started picking up on her in different ways. One day, they poured horse shit in her drawer full of clothes. The other day, they burnt all her books. (Y/N) still didn't move from her decision to do their chores for them. After a week, Erwin came to visit. Erwin decided to visit (Y/N) every week, to brush up on her training. Her training was complete before the fall of wall Maria, but, he still decided to spar with her sometimes, so that she wouldn't loose her practice.

Erwin also was fond of the small girl, almost as if she was his own daughter. It's true, Pixis asked him to train her in the first place and also got (Y/N) the place in the orphanage using his power in Trost, however, as Erwin trained her, he realized that she was going to be a deadly weapon if she ever joined the military, or the survey corps. Erwin, however, wasn't keen on her joining the survey corps due to the mortality rate. He didn't want (Y/N) to die as she was almost like the daughter he never had. Erwin was a ruthless person but, (Y/N) seemed to be one of the very few soft spots he had. As he sat in the matron's office, he saw a calm but angry looking (Y/N) enter the room. He figured something was wrong. "(Y/N), is everything okay?" was his first question to her.

"I don't like this place." (Y/N) simply replied. "Why is it? Did someone bother you?" Erwin asked, concerned. (Y/N) explained everything that happened in the past week to Erwin. "Why didn't you fight back then?" Erwin asked, quiet surprised that (Y/N) took a few beatings. (Y/N) wasn't the type of person who would take beatings without counterattacking. At least that was how it was during training. "You told me to be nice to everyone" (Y/N) grumbled. "Well, did you complain to the matron?" Erwin asked. "I did. She scolded them but that only increased the problem" (Y/N) explained.

"I see. Well, I know I told you to be nice to everyone but that doesn't mean you won't use self defence when required." Erwin advised. "So, I can beat them up?" (Y/N) asked, with an evil glint in her eyes. "Yes but stay in your limits. Don't make any permanent injury." Erwin said cautiously. (Y/N) was still a kid and kids couldn't be trusted much when they are angry. "Oh don't worry. I'll just scare them a bit." (Y/N) answered with a sly smile that worried Erwin even more. With that, they went to a nearby field to brush up on the training by sparring.

That night, (Y/N) sneaked into the matron's office to find a stack of newspapers. She saw the stack in the matron's shelf before when she took a book from there when she first arrived. After searching for a while, she found the newspaper she was looking for, the one from 6 years back. The one with the news of the murder of Jacob. After taking the newspaper, (Y/N) sneaked into the kitchen to get a knife.

She walked into the boy's dormitory to find Sean sleeping on his bed. "Oi, Sean" (Y/N) called out. "Huh? What?" Sean got up, still sleepy. "What the hell are you doing here. Are you really itching to get beaten?" he growled after seeing it was (Y/N) who called him. "I don't intend to have a single scratch by you on my body, Sean. However, I can't say the same for you" (Y/N) answered, putting in a psychotic smile on her face as she brought her knife out in the open as it glinted in the moonlight coming from the window in the room. The whole room of boys were awake now. (Y/N) suddenly threw the knife backwards, which stuck to a bed post along with the fabric of the night shirt of Paul near his hand, thus keeping his hand in place.

Paul was white with fear as it happened and (Y/N) simply said, "Paul, don't try to move or come at me with the knife. It's going to get in your stomach in that case". She then threw the Newspaper at the now intimidated Sean's face before saying, " Read the headline.". The whole room of boys were watching, scared by (Y/N)'s sudden change in demeanour. "8 year old brutally kills soldier". Sean read before pausing. "(Y/N) (L/N), an 8 year old child from the Shiganshina district, killed Jacob Meyer, a garrison soldier from Thomas (L/N), (Y/N) (L/N)'s adoptive father's squad. Jacob's eyes were gauged out and throat was slit and his head was almost severed by what seemed like at least 20 stabs. About (Y/N) (L/N)'s past, all that is known is that she was rescued from a whorehouse in the upper class pleasure district in the underground..." Sean continued but his voice faded.

(Y/N)'s picture was drawn on the newspaper. They had no idea who they were messing with. "Well, that's enough. Now answer me, who else wants to end up like that piece of garbage?" (Y/N) asked in a cold voice. No one answered. "That's a good choice. Now," (Y/N) started as she moved towards Paul and pulled the knife out of the bedpost, "all of you, don't mention that I was here tonight. And yes, no one will be listening to these two worthless garbage here anymore or their so called friend. No one will do one extra work than what's assigned to them by the matron. Am I clear?" (Y/N) finished. Some kids were crying as they were intimidated but all of them nodded or muttered yes. "Good. Oh, and, don't bother me when I'm reading. Just leave me alone okay?" (Y/N) told before leaving the room with the newspaper and the knife so that she can keep those in place again without anyone realising.

Year 847:

It had been two years since (Y/N) started living in the orphanage. After that day, no one messed with (Y/N) again, and, no one listened to those three bullies ever again either. However, every good thing always came to an end. "Commander Smith, (Y/N) is already 16 years old. She's an adult now and we usually look for a groom for anyone who is of age in our orphanage. If you gave me the permission, I would've looked for someone suitable" the matron told Erwin. Erwin was called to the orphanage after (Y/N)'s so called 16th birthday according to her birth certificate. "Well, I suppose? I just didn't think that she will get married so soon..." Erwin started but (Y/N), who was also sitting in the room and listening to the conversation, stopped him and said, "Exactly. I am not getting married so soon.".

"But (Y/N), you're of age and it's against orphanage policies..." the matron started but was interrupted by (Y/N) as she said, "I understand that. I'm joining the military.". "(Y/N), you are not joining the military." Erwin simply answered. "Why not? Am I not of age? Am I not allowed to make decisions now? If I'm old enough to get married, why am I not allowed to join the military?" (Y/N) asked casually. "(Y/N), it's dangerous unless if you join the military police." Erwin sighed. He knew where it was going. "You really think I will join the military police, Uncle Erwin? I'm joining the Survey Corps. I'll kill those bastards who took my parents away from me." (Y/N) said as the matron shouted, "Language (Y/N)!".

"Very well. I have to ask you though, (Y/N). Could you die if you're asked to?" Erwin asked (Y/N). "Depends on why you are asking me to die. If the reason is valid enough, then I am ready." (Y/N) answered. "Well, (Y/N), on missions, I can't look out after you. I might have to send you to your death if required because on expeditions, I'm your commander, not your uncle." Erwin told (Y/N) coldly. "I understand." (Y/N) answered. She enlisted to the 104th trainee corps the next day. "I won't let myself be hurt again" she thought as she wore her uniform, leaving the orphanage for good. The (Y/N) from four years back didn't know that it will keep happening again (Jacob) and again (death of parents) and again (death of squad Levi) and... Again...

To be continued...

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fyeahcamcountry · 3 years

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Cam: The Otherside - track by track

(Apple Music)

'...“I was a total idealist,” Cam tells Apple Music. The Nashville country singer, who’s also one of the city’s most sought-after songwriters, says the five years she spent writing her sophomore album were some of the hardest of her life. “I had this Disney idea of how the world worked, and at some point that just...broke.” Tracing a string of major life changes—breaking up with her old label, inking a new contract, marrying her husband, and welcoming her first child—The Otherside reflects a dramatic shift in thinking, or her journey through disillusionment into clear-eyed realism. That evolution unlocked a new side to her sound. “My songs have always pulled from my psychology background, but I had this filter on and didn’t even know it,” she says. “Once I took that off, I could be so much more honest. I could see the world, and myself, for exactly what they were.” Read on as Cam tells us the inside story behind each song.

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Redwood Tree

“I grew up in the Bay Area with a redwood tree in my backyard, and I did a lot of thinking up there. I wasn’t raised in a specific religion, but the most magical, awe-inspiring experience I can think of is being in the redwoods, feeling so small. It’s like a cathedral in that it reminds you of your place in everything. Fallen redwoods have rings that represent the thousands of years that they lived, and you’re like, ‘Oh, we’re just flies buzzing around.’ We wake up one day shocked to realize our parents are suddenly old. Like, when did my dad's beard get so white? I had watched the movie Arrival around the time we wrote this song, and I loved the idea of time not being linear. The soundtrack has these voices that go ‘Da, da, da, da,’ and we nod to that in the production. I hope time isn't linear. I hope I get more time with my parents.”

The Otherside

“Tim, or Avicii, came to Nashville a few years ago to write for one of his albums, and we were in the studio with Hillary Lindsey and Tyler Johnson. He started playing this piano melody over and over and over again, and I don't smoke cigarettes but when Hillary took a cigarette break, I was like, ‘I'm going, too.’ It was just so intense. He was really stuck on this thing. While we're out on the back porch, she and I came up with an idea for the chorus, and he loved it. But he fiddled with it for hours. He was thinking about cadence, about how we speak, about code-mapping it onto a melody, and about the actual phonetics. Tim never wound up releasing that song, so I was like, ‘Ooh, maybe that means I can.’ Even though it’s such a heavy thing not having him around for the final edits, I did feel this great responsibility to work my ass off to get it right. Because I knew that’s what he would have done.”

Classic

“On the other side of the spectrum, this is one of those songs that just magically fell into place. I went up to New York for a few sessions with Jack Antonoff at Electric Lady Studios, and it was so fun. Creatives tend to beat themselves up a lot, but Jack and I sat there jangling around on this 12-string guitar and writing a song that had this nostalgic Simon & Garfunkel ‘Cecilia’ vibe. It’s about how there are people in your life that outlast everything else—technology, fashion trends, swings in politics, whatever. Nothing's a constant in life, but a few people are. It was inspired by this moment when my husband and I were in Argentina and he found a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes. He doesn't smoke anymore, but he goes, ‘I’ve got to smoke these because they don't make ‘em like this anymore.’ And then he looks at me and goes, ‘That's a country lyric.’”

Forgetting You

“I was writing with Lori McKenna, Tyler Johnson, and Mitch Rowland, and we’re all pals from working on various projects together. Still, I always get nervous when I go write with Lori, even though she's so humble and chill, because I’m like, ‘Don't embarrass yourself in front of the poet of our generation!’ Which is to say, I knew I needed to bring in something cool. I had this line, ‘I'm getting older/But you never change.’ The song is about holding on to the concept of someone from the past, and measuring everyone up to them even though it’s no longer real. That's why you keep moving forward but they never seem to age.”

Like a Movie

“Before we were married and had a kid, I’d come home from tour and my husband and I would have this tiny bit of quality time together. And the truth is, we’d usually get high and go to Walmart. One day, we were unloading all our groceries and I was like, ‘How did you know it was me? How did you know not to settle for someone earlier or wait for someone else?’ And he just smiled and said, ‘Because when I met you, it was like a movie.’ Now, I can remember when we met. I was a mess. It did not look like a movie. But it was so, so sweet. I wrote with the love junkies—Lori McKenna, Liz Rose, and Hillary Lindsey—and the strings are David Campbell, who’s actually Beck’s dad. Jeff Bhasker wanted a ’50s movie soundtrack vibe with strings that swelled like an orchestra, and David immediately got it. Apple Music did a teaser video for the album, and if you watch it, there should be video footage from that string session.”

Changes

“I usually write all my own music, but this is the first of a couple songs on this album that I didn’t. I guess I feel like it's cheating. I'm supposed to be digging all this personal stuff up and figuring myself out, so taking someone else’s song feels like a shortcut. But I trust Harry [Styles]’s writing. I feel like he tries so hard to be himself in his music, and he doesn't take it lightly. That pursuit resonates with me. The demo had Lori McKenna singing with Harry on background vocals and his whistle, which is still in the track. It was amazing to hear a song that someone else wrote that clicked so much with me personally. It’s about feeling like you’ve outgrown where you're from, and you don't really want to admit that. It’s kind of an uncomfortable thing to say, but I love when things are uncomfortable. That means it’s important.”

Till There's Nothing Left

“This song has steamy sexual energy... Like, ‘I'm giving you my whole heart but also my body and a quickie in the back seat.’ While we were recording my vocals, I was trying to sit back and make it cool and sexy, and I realized I was blushing. I was blushing because society tells us that sexuality is a private thing. If you want to be respected as a woman, if you want to be considered intelligent, you can’t be sexual. But then I was reminded of my grandmother who was raised Baptist on a farm in Saskatchewan. She's the one who gave me the sex talk, unbeknownst to my mother. She said, ‘Sex is like a milkshake. Once you have it, you're always going to want it.’ She was comfortable with her sexuality without it being the main thing about her. So I thought, ‘If a woman born in the 1930s on a farm in Canada can own it, I can own it.”

What Goodbye Means

“A friend of mine was going through a divorce. It was pretty ugly, but he was being so kind. I asked him, ‘How are you being so nice right now? I don't get it.’ And he said, ‘Because she might change her mind.’ I still get goosebumps thinking about it. We've all been there, not quite ready to accept the reality of something, and that's okay. You've got to take it at the rate you can take it. This song has such a classic melody. It’s warm. For some reason it feels like a summer evening in New Mexico to me.”

Diane

“This song is a response to Dolly Parton’s ‘Jolene,’ and man, it really seems to resonate with people. Crowds sing it back to me in this emotional, over-the-top, theatrical way. I suppose most people have had infidelity affect their life one way or another, but it’s hard to watch people you care about go through it. There's so much shame around it that you don't get to talk about what you need or how to heal. And you almost never get to hear the other party’s side. So ‘Diane’ is my moment to role-play, I guess. I'm the other woman and I slept with your husband and I didn't know he was married, but you’ve got to know the truth. Parton's lyrics to the other woman include the word ‘please,’ and that just killed me. She's so humble and human, asking someone to please not take the love of her life away. Immediately, I was like, ‘That's the narrative. That's what is so often left unsaid.’”

Happier for You

“This is the other song that I didn't write, and it’s from Sam Smith and Tyler [Johnson]. Sam and I have a great relationship because I helped write the song ‘Palace’ for their album and then they brought me out on tour. We have a lot of trust. When Lindsay [Marias, Cam’s manager] and I first heard this demo and Sam came in singing, our jaws dropped. The emotion was so raw and honest and real. I love the juxtaposition of saying something very loud and publicly—to the point where it almost feels proud—but actually it’s something that makes you want to curl up in a ball.”

Girl Like Me

“This is the author's note at the end of the book. Natalie Hemby had come over and started playing a verse on the piano, and I was like, ‘Oh god, that is so sad.’ And she's like, ‘It's your story. This is your comeback story.’ It’s funny how sometimes you can’t recognize your own self. Writing this song was uncomfortable but in the best way, trying to pull lyrics out in the chorus (‘They’re going to give up on you/You're going to give up on them’). You can’t just become jaded. You have to push through. It’s a gift to be able to see life for what it is, and to see yourself for who you are. I think anyone who has been through that phase of disillusionment will think, ‘Oh, yeah, tough. But this side is better.’”

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littleangel4996 · 5 years

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His Favorite Student

Professor!Duncan Shepherd X Reader one shot

Summary: you are one of Duncan's best students. You are never late, never miss a class, nor flirts and asks for help. What happens when he asks you to stay after class.

Warning: Smut, Oral(female and male receiving) fingering vaginal, Spanking, Age difference (reader is 23 and Duncan is like 36) Sir kink , Praise kink, public sex.

Y/n P.O.V

"World War II was also called the Second World War, conflict that involved virtually every part of the world during the years 1939–45" Professor Shepherd finished after writing down the questions on the board. I've been studying in his class for 3 months and aced an A in his class not missing a lesson in his class. Especially if I get sick I pack myself Theraflu and Tylenol. Most of the girls in my class are always wearing trampy ass clothes such as short skirts, crop tops and don't get me started on how they "accidentally" drop a pen or a pencil and bend over in front of the Professor's desk while he's doing work showing off their pretty pink thongs.

Ugh, I just want to jump over my desk and kick them square in the face-

"Ms. (Y/l/n)" Professor called out. "What was the cause of World War II?" He asked. I didn't need to look in my book or ask a partner.

"World War II began in Europe on September 1, 1939, when Germany invaded Poland." He grinned pointing at me saying "Right you are" and writes it on the board. I couldn't help the smirk coming up on my face. I can't help it, I love being right and I never gotten an answer wrong in my life.

"Alright another question, Who were the leaders during World War II?" Regina, dressed in a short pink dress showing too much cleavage with brown hair rose her hand up being all flirty and shit. "Ms Smith, go ahead".

"United Kingdom, Soviet Union, France, and uhh the United States yeah." God her fucking voice is more annoying than nails on a chalk board. Plus she got it totally wrong. Almost.

"And their names and you're missing three countries" he almost sounded annoyed at her answer. Again, can I kick her?

"What the hell, that is so totally right. I've been studying every night how can I get it wrong!" She exclaimed.

"The Allied powers were led by Winston Churchill of UK, Joseph Stalin of the Soviet Union, Charles de Gaulle of France, and Franklin D. Roosevelt and Harry S. Truman of the US. The Axis powers were led by Adolf Hitler of Germany, Benito Mussolini of Italy, and Hideki Tojo of Japan." I answered.

"And Regina if you weren't studying what's the Professor's pelvic area and trying to get his attention by dressing like a Barbie doll whore you might get the answers right next time". All was heard from the class was "burn" and "damn girl". Professor Shepherd had to quiet down the class and dismissed us having Regina cry while leaving the class.

As I was about to leave Professor Shepherd stopped me.

"Ms (y/l/n), a word." Fuck me. I've never been in trouble with him but I guess when I called Regina a Barbie doll whore then yeah I guess going to get a lecture. He gestures me to have a seat and him facing me leaning on his desk.

"So Ms (y/l/n), why do you think it was okay to call Ms Smith a Barbie doll whore" he scowled.

"I'm sorry Professor, she really pissed me off, she doesn't care about this class none of these sluts do. Dressing in their pastel short dress, bright makeup and when they bend over showing their fucking thongs right in front of you're goddamn face" I ranted. His expression softened. He leaned in front of me with his hands on the chair handles.

"Are you jealous?"

"No, I'm just here to learn and not worry about sex or partying like everyone else does" I snapped. He leans back smirking on my answer.

"I knew there was something about you that I liked. You're self assured, ambitious and intelligent beautiful creature" he complimented. I got up from the chair. Am I dreaming or what because he never complimented me like that.

"Umm, Professor-" he cuts me off with a kiss, grabbing my hips.

"Please, call me Duncan (y/n)" he breathed. Without thinking for a second I began pulling him for another kiss. This kiss was very needy and passionate. Damn I've always thought Duncan was attractive but never thought of him as a good kisser. I know this feels very very wrong and I'm going against everything I wouldn't do but fuck I want this, I need this, I need him.

I grabbed him by the collar of his black button up, turning around to push him on the chair. I waited for him to take his trousers down but it is almost like he wants me to do it.

"I'm nothing like the other whores, take off your own damn pants" he was taken aback by my words but managed to unbuckle his belt pulling down his black slacks along with his briefs. My eyes widened at his size and girth. I looked up at him and smirks at my reaction.

"Can you handle it little one"

"You've underestimate me sir" As I got down on my knees wrapping my delicate fingers around his shaft as I jerked it with my hands a little then I take just the tip in my mouth slowly swirling my tongue like a lollipop and taking him fully and stroking him. Hearing him groan just encourage me to go all the way.

I hold the base of his penis with one hand, and play with his balls with the other.

"Fuck, you're really good at this " he complemented and I just winked at him making my movements faster with him grabbing a hold of my hair out of my face so he can have a good look at me. I swirled my tongue as I used the exact amount of suction to drive him insane. He moaned and moaned. Every moan I got out of him was a trophy, only driving me onward.

Summoning every bit of self-restraint he had, he bade me to stop. "Come up here my pet." he beckoned over to his desk. Without asking I pushed the papers to the floor. I looked behind me and he's still sitting in his chair.

"Now, look at the mess you've made. I'm afraid I'm gonna punish you my dear. Now be a good girl like you've always have in my class and take off those jeans.

"Yes, sir" I replied. I start to unbuckle my jeans, pulling them down slowly to tease him. He knew what I was doing and he wasn't liking it.

Finally getting the jeans off along with my panties ,pushing them aside with my foot. When I was about to unbutton my blouse Duncan jumped out of his seat as he pushed my hands away and ripping it open to reveal my Victoria's Secret bra. Luckily you can unclip it from the front so he won't have to rip it off so he won't buy me a new one. He takes the bra off me tossing it with my pants and shoes. His hands start to stroke your sides and my fingers slip under your hip bones. I raise my hips to meet his but stopping just short.

"Tsk tsk tsk baby" he said, turning me around as I placed my hands on his desk.

" Now, you are going to count whenever I spank your pretty smart ass and when I do spank you will also say sir" he growled in my ear and I nodded with a whimper.

"*Spank* 1, sir." I whimpered

"*Spank* 2, sir."

"*Spank* 3 sir" I moaned.

"*Spank* 4 sir".

"*Spank* ahh oh fuck, 5 sir please. I need you sir so badly" I moaned. I looked behind me and he gets down on his knees and he starts to devour my pussy with his tongue and mouth from behind as I gripped his desk for leverage. No man has ever done this with me. All of them didn't know how to please me and Duncan Shepherd, my history professor is having me bend at his desk devouring my pussy like it's water. He starts to lick me up like an ice cream cone and starts pumping a finger inside me.

"Ever Since you've walked into my class, you're all I've been thinking about" then adds his second finger, curling them as he hits my g-spot. I knew I was ready to cum. I wanted to cum so badly and he knew that. Duncan takes his fingers out of me as he stands up and gives my ass one more slap.

"Are you ready for me baby" he said, stroking his cock.

"Yes sir, please fuck me" I gasped as

he plunged his cock hard inside me. I rose up on my elbows and pushed back against him as I felt his hips slapping rhythmically against my ass. Duncan grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back against him with every thrust. I looked back at him as we watched each other’s pleasure grow. His cock was even harder now, and I was drenched with arousal. The look in his eyes was almost feral, and I wanted him to fuck me…hard.

His hands found my breasts, and his fingers coaxed my nipples, and they ached with every pinch. My clit began to throb, and I thrust my hips with the arousal that was building again inside me.

"You're the only one that interest me" he nipped and sucked on my neck, leaving me a red mark to remind me I'm his.

"Not all those ladies who think they're better than you. You have something that they don't. A brain, and more importantly a fucking personality" he growled in my ear.

"Oh yesss" I hissed. His pace became more faster.

"Please, I want to cum" I gasped.

"What was that my favorite Student, say it correctly and I may just give you what you like my angel" he groaned.

"Oh please sir, please let me cu-" I was cut off by his hard fast thrust screaming from the pleasure I was getting.

"Don't you dare cum without me, " he said. Thank God for birth control. "We're gonna cum in 5...4...3...2...oh fuck 1, cum for sir baby cum for me" my orgasm came out of me as I came all over my Professor's cock and thrusted a couple more times in me.

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We start putting our clothes on. Luckily Duncan had wipes so I wouldn't have to feel sticky. "Well I better be going" I was about to head out of his class then I turned around by Duncan giving me the sweetest, softest kiss.

We pulled away with our heads touching and said " I meant what I said (y/n). You're very special to me. May I take you to dinner on Saturday". I simply nodded. "Yes, Duncan I'd love too" .

A/n: Any thoughts on this?

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dannyphantomisameme · 5 years

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DNA TEST (Part 1)

"Please do not open the packets unless instructed to do so!

"Dash Baxter,

"Tucker Foley,

"Star Fredrickson,

"…. I said, do not open the packets…" Mr. Smith (haha basic name) groaned as he saw his students begin to open the packets after strictly instructing them not to. Danny reluctantly sat in his seat, waiting for his name to be called. Biology was a boring class, he often felt the need to just make up an excuse to get out, but he needed the attendance for his grade. It was on the verge of failure. Currently he was balancing his pencil on his finger, the lead pressed against his skin.

"Daniel Fenton" Mr. Smith shouted over the commotion of the classroom as Danny's pencil fell. He sighed and hopped out of his seat, shuffling towards the front of the room. He grabbed the paper from his teacher's hand and returned to his desk. His eyes roamed the object, but he could not gather any new information from it.

Finally, after Mr. Smith finished handing out all the packets, he instructed the students to open them. Danny flipped through the pages slowly, looking for possible information that would free him of his boredom.

He stared at the numbers, not comprehending the message they were conveying. He looked over to Sam whose eyes darted from side to side as she read her packet.

"Now class, let's go through it together. On the second page you will see your ethnicities. Such as 15% German or 25% Chinese." Mr. Smith paused for a moment, giving students the opportunity to read their results.

Danny turned back to his own sheet. 35% British, 30% German, 25% Irish, 5% Italian, and 5% unknown. Ok, so now I know I'm white. He chuckled a bit at his own joke. It wasn't like he was going to find any shocking evidence from this packet. It was only a DNA test. Unless his ghost half decided to screw things up.

He glanced over at Sam's paper on his right, but he couldn't read the small font. He then switched over to Tucker who was reading his paper thoroughly. He wanted to talk to his friends, but they seemed preoccupied. Danny eased back in his chair, waiting for the teacher's next direction.

"On page 3 you will find the DNA sequences that matches your mother as well the traits you two share. One page four you will see the DNA sequences that match with your father. Go ahead and look through the rest of the packet if you want. It includes any specific details or abnormalities the test may have found. After you're done, work on your assignments till the end of class." With that final declaration, Mr. Smith sat down on his desk chair with a soft thud.

Danny flipped to the next page and eyed his and his mother's matching genotype. There were tons of similarities, including skin color, nose shape, body traits, etc. About 45% of Danny's DNA matched with his mom. He flipped to the next page and immediately furrowed his eyebrows. Barely any of Danny's DNA matched his father. Other than the hair color and the eyes, he was nothing like his father. The test gave him a 10% similarity between the two.

Danny clutched his papers in his hand and stood up, walking towards the front of the room. He stopped at Mr. Smith's desk and slid the paper onto its surface. "Mr. Smith? I have a question…"

"How can I help you Daniel?" the teacher said as he swiveled away from his computer to face his student.

"This doesn't make sense." Danny said pointing to the page with his and his father's DNA. Mr. Smith pushed his glasses up his nose and picked up the packet, scrutinizing it thoroughly. He placed the papers down and slid them towards Danny.

"I don't know what to tell you Daniel. I'll look into the testing program and ask them." Mr. Smith said with a smile. Danny just nodded and returned to his seat in the back of the classroom.

"What was that about?" Sam asked as he sat down.

"Nothing… I just didn't understand something." Danny said avoiding telling the entire truth. Sam simply nodded in reply and returned to her paper. Danny flipped to the next page in his packet. There were no outstanding abnormalities, other than a few never before seen pieces of DNA. Probably my ghost half,he thought.

As Danny continued reading the rest of the packet the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. The trio filed out of the classroom with the other students, each member going to their respective lockers. They grabbed the materials they each needed to take home and met up at the front door.

Danny shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked down the stairs and out of the school. The leaves on the ground crunched under their footsteps as the chilly fall wind flew through their hair. Sam zipped up her jacket as Danny lifted the hood of his sweatshirt and placed it upon his head, hiding his face under his bangs.

Sam and Tucker chatted about their classes as they walked while Danny kept silent. He stared at his muddy red converse as they strolled. The other two didn't bother to question his silence, already sensing he wouldn't tell them even if they asked. When they reached a fork in the sidewalk, the members said their goodbyes as they each left for their respective houses. Today was Wednesday, meaning they wouldn't hang out after school with all the homework they received.

Danny took out his phone from his pocket and plugged in his earbuds. He needed to redirect his thoughts and he knew music would help him do just that. He placed the earbuds into his ears and pressed the shuffle button on his Spotify playlist. He nodded his head to the rhythm of some super catchy theme song. Yo Danny Fenton he was just 14 when his parents built a very strange machine… (I swear it isn't young, Bitch Fartman is a liar) Surprisingly, the lyrics matched his life accurately. Even the song was about a dude who had the same name as him. Haha… wait… never mind.

He looked around at his environment. A group of children were playing in the driveway of a house across the street. Two of them were chasing the other three in circles and holding their hands up as if they were guns. Danny chuckled at the scene, reminding him of his childhood. He, Tuck, and Sam used to play cops and robbers all the time. Danny turned and saw an elderly woman gardening in her front lawn. When she noticed him, Danny waved as a smile crawled across his features. Danny recognized the woman, one he had saved after a ghost attack at the mall. She waved back in reply. He strutted along the gray sidewalk until he reached his house. The trees in the front yard displayed vibrant colors of red and orange in their leaves; few leaves littered the dying grass.

Danny walked up the stairs and brought his house keys out from his pocket. Unlocking the front door, he slammed it shut once he was inside. "MOOOOOMMM I'M HOME!" he yelled as he chucked his backpack onto the couch. He entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. He immediately closed the fridge. Yesterday's dinner was reanimated again. He sighed and went to the cupboard, grabbing some bread and made a quick PB and J sandwich. He didn't necessarily like toast, but it was the only food in the house that was edible.

He chewed on his sandwich as he entered the basement. He really hated this place. It terrified him with the possibilities of being dissected. His gut twisted within him, the feeling he always got when entering the lab.

"What did I tell you about bringing food into the lab?" Maddie scolded without lifting her head. She was in the back corner working on a new ghost weapon. Danny walked up to her, her face was painted with concentration.

"Fofwy.." Danny mumbled through his mouth full of bread. He quickly chomped down the remains of his sandwich and stood near his mother. He wiped his hands together, lettings the crumbs from his snack fall onto the cement floor.

"Danny you're not going to believe what this weapon can do! It's going to finally allow us to bring down Phantom!" Maddie excitedly exclaimed as she held up the invention. Danny hesitantly took a step back, hoping his mother didn't notice. "I've calibrated this gun to shoot ectoblasts so powerful that they exceed his ecto entity level! He'll never see it coming!" Maddie held up the machine and cocked it, as if ready to shoot, peering through the eye hole with one eye open.

"That's great mom…" Danny said off to the side. He did not want to get in the way of that. "Uh mom, I uh- can you take a look at this?" Danny fumbled through his pocket and grabbed the crumbled-up packet. He handed it over to his mom as she pushed her goggles up onto her head. She raised an eyebrow at him before accepting the packet and looking it over. Danny quietly waited for a response, fidgeting with his hands behind his back. The only noise within the lab was the sound of paper being flipped to the next page.

Maddie's eyes went wide for a moment as she placed the papers down. She stared at it intently, her body going stiff without motion. A minute of silence passed as Danny looked at his mother questioningly. Multiple emotions clouded her face as she tried to understand. She suddenly glanced at Danny, her eyes a hazy violet.

"I-" she choked up as tears threatened to emerge from her eyes. "I'm sorry Danny. I – I didn't know…"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Danny said anxiously as he took a step forward. His mother burst into nonsensical mutterings.

"I didn't mean to! It – it wasn't supposed to mean anything! I didn't think to check. I – I" She stuttered as her hands flew up to her face, covering her emotions effectively.

Danny stood there uselessly, unable to comprehend his mothers' words. "Mom you're not making sense!" He shouted over her mumbling.

"I thought you were Jack's!" She exclaimed as her hands immediately jumped to cover her mouth. Danny felt his world crumble upon him, the weight of his mother's words heavy upon his shoulders. He felt his heart skip a beat within his chest. The dread rose up within his being, enveloping his mind.

"Who's my father…" he whispered in the silence. He couldn't even look his mother in the eye. He glared at the papers, the source of this new revelation. His mothers' sobs were the only thing audible in the quiet.

"It was a one-time thing! He said he would in exchange for some crucial parts… We needed them Danny! Jack would have been devastated!"

"Who's my father!" Danny said furiously as he lunged forward and grabbed his mother by her hazmat suit. He was taller than her now, easily towering over her. The fabric felt uncomfortable bunched up in his hands. He suddenly let go, realizing the brute of his actions and taking a step back. He rubbed the back of his neck and stared at the ground, a nervous habit of his.

Maddie stood there dismayed, staring at her son with wide eyes. The word reluctantly rolled off her lips, crushing her son into a million pieces. Maddie suddenly felt weak, her knees buckling as she dropped to the ground. Her hand ran through her hair as she held the table for support with the other hand. She closed her eyes for a moment, but before she could say anything, he was already gone...

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