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wolfjackle-creates · 10 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 8

Time for another WIP Wednesday! Hope you enjoy.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Bart grinned. “Well, we’ll just have to take those odds! So, now that we’ve got the basics down, we’re going out there to help, right?”

Sam snorted. “Not like we could keep Danny out of it if we tried. But you guys don’t have to. You can just go to bed.”

Danny sighed. “School tomorrow is gonna suck.”

Tim shook his head. “Aren’t you gonna call out?”

“No?” replied Danny. “How could I? Mom and Dad would never let me call out just because of some ghosts and they won’t know I’ll have been out all night.”

“Would they even notice if you call yourself out? Or ask Jazz to do it?”

Danny snorted. “School is about the only thing they notice. Look, I’ll be fine. I’ll fall asleep in English. Probably get another detention. I’ve A plusses in algebra and chemistry, so those teachers don’t care when I fall asleep. I’m a known slacker in gym. History is after lunch, so I’ll be able to stay awake for that. I’ve got this. It’ll be fine.”

“Danny…” And here Tim had thought his schooling was a disaster.

“Don’t, Tim. Now,” Danny forced his voice to be more cheerful as he changed the subject, “if you’re all joining me, we’ve got three thermoses. I get one. The rest of you can fight over the other two.”

Tim waved his hand. “I want one!”

Tucker sat down on the floor. “I’m out. Unlike someone, I need to sleep before class in—” he checked his PDA “—seven hours.”

Sam let out a yawn. “Yeah, I’m with Tuck on this one. We’re taking your bed, Danny. When was the last time you changed your sheets?”

Danny shrugged. “Dunno. I think Jazz got to them last week. Or was that the week before?”

“Right. We know where the spares are. Come on, Tuck.”

“Wait, if you’re staying here," said Danny, "any chance you can fix up Cassie, Bart, and Conner’s phone before you go to bed?”

Tucker shrugged. “Sure. Should be able to do at least two of them. You haven’t moved any of the tools, have you?”

“Left some of them out on the desk, but they’re there.”

“All right. Everyone! Pass me your phones. I’ll get at least two of them working tonight.”

Conner passed his over, but said, “Focus on Cassie’s and Bart’s. They’ve more people who will be worried about them and I’ve no doubt Bruce told Clark where I am and he has Tim’s number.”

“Will do!”

Bart handed his over. “Thanks, dude. You really don’t have to if it’s too much trouble.”

“Nah. After how much Danny and I messed with ecto-contaminating electronics, I could do this in my sleep.”

Sam snorted. “Well, if you don’t get started, you’ll be putting that claim to the test. Come on, tech boy. Let’s get going.”

“Sleep well!” Cassie called out after them.

“Don’t let the ghosts bite,” added Danny.

Sam huffed a laugh in a way that told Tim she’d heard the joke more than a few times before. Tucker didn’t even react and just kept walking.

“So…” started Conner once they were alone, “should we suit up?”

Danny hesitated. “If you do, Sam and Tuck will know your identities.”

Everyone looked to Tim. He chewed his lip. On the one hand, Sam and Tucker had known and kept Danny’s secret for months. But they did tend to get in arguments and make problems worse based on storied Danny had shared. But his friends had bonded rather quickly with the Amity trio and Conner, at least, definitely needed more friends their age.

“Our goals for tonight are evacuation and limiting property damage. Ambulances still can’t get into the downtown area and victims can’t escape. They’ll trust us more if we’re in costume. And at the end of the day, people’s safety is the most important. Danny, can you promise me Sam and Tucker can keep our secrets.”

“I promise, Tim. They’ll keep it as well, no better, than mine.”

Tim really hoped he was making the right choice even as he nodded. “Then let’s suit up. Where can we do that unseen?”

“Oh, that part’s easy!” said Danny. “You can change in the spare bedroom and I’ll just fly you all out invisibly and drop you off downtown.”

“Can you carry all of us?” asked Tim. “Have you ever tested your super strength?”

“Kon and I can fly ourselves,” added Cassie. “What do you need to transfer your invisibility?”

“Indirect contact should be fine. So I can carry Tim and Bart and if you each hold hands with one of them, it should work.”

“I don’t like ‘shoulds,’” said Tim. “Let’s test it.”

“Fair enough.” Danny moved until he was standing between Tim and Bart and wrapped an arm around each of them before lifting them into the air.

“Holy shit,” whispered Bart.

Tim couldn’t help but agree. He’d flown many times with Conner or Cassie or even Clark. But it never felt like this. The pull of gravity was always present and something he could feel. Yet with Danny? There was no gravity. Being in the air felt as normal as being on the ground. And Danny’s arm around his chest was warm and solid.

“What?” asked Danny. “Haven’t you flown with one of your teammates before?”

Tim couldn’t hold back a laugh. This was amazing. “Their flight doesn’t entirely cancel out gravity like yours does. Can we go out for fun before we leave? This is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“Sure thing, Secrets. Whatever you want.”

“Thanks, Polaris.” The news report still playing on the computer brought him back to the present. “But that’s a discussion for later. Sorry for getting distracted. Kon? Cassie? Grab our hands. Let’s see if this works.”

Turned out that not only could Danny make them all invisible and intangible, but his anti-gravity style flight would apply to everyone as well. Apparently flight wasn’t something that required super strength and Tim was definitely updating Danny’s power profile because this was unbelievable. He wanted to run so many tests.

It took five minutes to strip out of their protective gear and turn off the computer, then another ten to change into costume. Most of their bags had been stored in the guest room already.

During that time, Bart claimed the last thermos and they split into teams of two. Robin and Superboy would help ambulances and emergency vehicles get in and out of downtown safely and Impulse and Wonder Girl would help evacuation downtown. Phantom would stay downtown and try to figure out if the portals could be closed preventing more ghosts from crossing over.

Danny went back to his room to grab earpieces that could be used as communicators and ask Sam to turn the ghost shield back on in five minutes, then they were flying back to the scene of the attack.

It felt so much better to be back in costume and ready to do something. Though he was definitely going to have to ask Danny for the specs to the ghost weapons. Next time he came to visit, they’d be in Robin’s colors.

The chaos in the downtown area had gotten much worse in the time they’d been gone sorting out weaponry and plans. Most businesses sported broken windows and cars were overturned on the street. Half the people appeared to be overshadowed and the other half were cowering and hiding.

Danny set them down carefully and Bart immediately disappeared to find those who were trapped.

“I’ll go check out the portal and let you know what I find.”

“Very good, Phantom. We’ll do what we can on the ground. If you see something that needs our attention, let us know.”

Danny gave him a salute. “Will do, Robin.”

“All right, you two ready?”

“Always,” said Conner.

“We’ve faced worse odds,” added Cassie.

“Then let’s get going.” This was going to be a very long night.

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Hope you enjoyed! The plot is moving forward slowly but surely. We're still only in the first, like, 3 minutes of the DP episode, so yeah. I may have to speed some things up. I'm just bad at that.

This will be the last week I tag people for updates to this story. There's three reasons for that. Tumblr is making it more difficult to tag users and splitting the list over two posts is kinda a pain. Many people I tag don't seem to interact with the post and I don't know if everyone is still interested in following this story. And I'm nervous about being shadow banned since that's happened to at least one writer in this fandom as I'm sure we all know by now.

So! I've set up a subscription post. Follow the link and set up notifications and I'll make a comment every time I update. That way only those who still want notifications will get them and you can change your mind whenever you want.

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#dpxdc #dead tired #tim learns more about danny's powers!#and is realizing he has to make his questions much more specific #because danny will not represent things accurately #sam and tucker go the sane 'we're not super heroes' route and go to bed #tim will never understand

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hihoace · 10 months

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Other species seem to have a problem with being able to tell human males and females apart.

"Do you remember Helle?" Ga'al asked resting his head on one of his feathery hands while making a drink with the other three.

"Helle?" Fe'ek raised raised one of his eyebrows. They were in their own quarters of the ship. Humans called them rooms, but they liked to call it their nest.

"Yeah, the fidgety human from the third floor."

"Oh I liked her! What about her?" Though Fe'ek seemed to like all humans he ever met. Maybe because they looked similar to them. Minus the feathers and two arms and they were shorter.

"Yeah she's gotten a new role after the incident... Seems all humans did. She will be working with us from next week..."

"As a merchant basically?"

"Bodyguard, but yeah." Ga'al nodded.

"I mean it makes sence after how much help she was with the intruders last week. But everyone? Human engeniers are one of our best? Why?"

"They work a little too well... Do you remember when two weeks ago the engine got completly blasted by those pirates?" His blue feathers ruffled from the memory. He really though they will fight till death that day.

"Sure?"

"Humans fixed the engine but somehow made it better... But the current build of the ship is not stable enough to basically operate with the engine and it would be a lot of money to make it work. But humans took it on themselves to solve the problem so now most of them are working in strengthening the ship. Or at least that's what I heard from them... I don't really understand this engineering stuff, that's why they pay me to hit people..."

Fe'ek nodded in agreement. Neither of them were really good at understanding tech. "Wait! If all of them are working on the ship, why did Helle got a job with us?"

"Long story short, she's a good engineer who is bad at following instructions... She is also good at hitting things so she's more beneficial fighting threaths while left to build whatever she wants... At least that's what the captain told me..."

They heard two knocks on the door than a feminine voice. It was kinda hard to tell females and males apart when it came to humans but their voice seemed to be a stable indicator of it.

"Hey, I'm Helle! Can I come in?"

Ga'al put the drink down he was working with and got out from behind the kitchen counter to be able to properly welcome their new teammate. "Of course, come in!" he said as he sat next to Fe'ek on the couch.

"Hi!!" the girl seemed to be exited. Thanks to their similarities they could read eachother's moods quite well. "I'm Helle, but you know that..." Helle could tell from the colours of the two Madarianans that they were both male. Both of them had black feathers, Fe'ek had a green hint to it and Ga'al had a few blue rows. The females of the species were always brownish colours.

"I though I will be-"

"With other women... Yeah. We can tell that you are not a male but based on that Xair at registery can't." said Fe'ek laughing.

"Oh for the love of God I knew he didn't believe me when I told him that I am a girl... I'm so gonna report that..."

"Good news is that we knew and we already put the report in. Bad news is that they can't give you a room till next morning so you goot spend the night here."

She nodded but seemed frustrated. "That happens way too much lately."

*should I continue this? It would kinda be about how humans are kinda weird and are afraid of the creatures that look like spiders but completely harmless but not afraid of the poisonous dragon like creatures. They are wanting them as pets.*

#humans are weird #humans are space orcs #space australians

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jokeflypop · 25 days

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The Risks we take

Newt x fem reader/ y/n

Finally, my first fanfic! Tell me how I did 🫣👀

Summary: Newt is avoiding y/n after she confessed her feelings to him at a bonfire night. (Also note that in this universe, the Gladers have a bonfire night every week instead of every month. Just so it fits in the story!)

Warnings: Honestly it’s all fluff. Nothing other than a few suggestive comments, but nothing crazy!

Words:

Y/N= Your name E/C= Eye color

H/C= Hair color S/C= Skin color

H/T= Hair type (staright, curly, wavy, etc)

Sorry it’s kinda long!

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/jokeflypop/748300546927165440/the-risks-we-take

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If there was ever a right moment to die, I would love for it to be now. Embarrassing yourself in front of Newt was not something on your to-do list for today, but of course, you couldn’t escape it. And everything was going so well, too!

It all stared when you got sent into the Glade from the Box. You were, and still are, the only girl in the Glade. Other than a few, Newt was the only boy who truly respected you and saw you for who you were. As time went by, you two became great friends. You became a Runner with Minho. It took a while for that to happen. Newt begged you not to do it. He thought it was too dangerous for a , quote, ‘Reckless Shank like you’ end quote. Eventually, you were able to convince him otherwise, although you can tell he still doesn’t like it. You understood, though, that he just wanted to keep you safe. You did too, of course. But something told you that you were meant to be a runner. This was your duty, your destiny, if you will. That was the only thing stopping you from succumbing to his worrisome smile and pleading eyes.

Something grew inside of you after that day. A fluttery feeling like no other. One that made you feel like a lovesick shank everytime you glanced into those pair of soft brown eyes. It was an incredible feeling. And you could tell it wasn’t totally one sided. The way Newts brown eyes softened when he looked at you, or when he fixes his hair whenever you come around. It’s cute, and you loved it. You loved him. And today was the day you would finally tell him that. Oh how much you’d regret it later…

At the bonfire that night, you were ready. You prepared yourself well. You wore your cleanest T-shirt with a pair of green cargo pants. It revealed some of your S/C skin nicely. You let your H/T hair down, which was a rare occurrence with you. You usually kept your H/C hair in a nice pony tail. You looked good. It was a fact you weren’t gonna debate on. You felt good, too. Which was really all that matters. At the bonfire, you spotted Newt. He was sitting on the floor, back against a log. He had some of Gallys special “juice”, and was sitting alone. You walked over and sat Next to him, holding your knees against your chest.

“It’s quite the lively bonfire today.” You say, smiling softly. Newt looks over to you and you can visibly see his eyes widen ever so slightly and his lips curving into a small smile.

“Yeah, but I think thats cause you’re here. Other than that, most boys skip” Newt says as he takes a swig of the drink before handing it to you. You chuckle before taking a sip and placing it on the grass in between you two. As much as you loved Newts reaction to your outfit, you were starting to slightly regret it. It was freezing, and the warmth of the fire unfortunately didn’t help. You hugged your knees closer to your chest. You could feel Newt eyeing you. You felt something warm wrap around you. It was Newts jacket.

“Here. You probably need it more than me”. You slip on the jacket properly and flash a grateful smile.

“Thanks.” You take another sip of the drink. You and Newt talk for a while before you lean your head on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around you. You were both pretty intoxicated by now.

“Hey Newt, wanna know something funny?” You say softly.

“Sure”

“Sometimes, I feel like my heart is about to burst when Im around you. It’s a weird feeling. Very weird.” You say. Newt pauses for a bit, making you worried. Did you say something wrong?

“Oh yeah?” Newt says, with an amused look on his face. He leans closer to your face and your heart pounds like no other.

“Yeah…” you say softly. Newt smiles softly. He looks at your face, as if studying in every detail. Then, something happens. A look of doubt on his face. He seems….conflicted. Worried, almost. He stares at you for a bit before pulling back. You see his eyes glistening slightly as he looks away from you and looks at the fire.

“Well, maybe you should get that checked by one of the Med-Jacks. Seems like something serious.” Newt says, a hint of shakiness in his voice. Barely noticeable. “I should go. We have a long day tomorrow” Newt says, before getting up and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What. The. Shuck.

What was that? One second hes all flirty and the next he just ditches? The atmosphere was perfect! Maybe its your drunken mind, or your lack of reflection, but you were mad. And also very embarrassed. It was definitely obvious that you wanted to go in for a kiss. What were you thinking!? He basically just kindly rejected you. You put your face in your hands and sat there for a few minutes, just soaking up what happened and replaying it in your mind over and over again. You curl up in Newts jacket and wipe away a few of your loose tears that fell. It’s gonna take a lot of drinks to heal that one….

The next few days were torture. Newt has been practically ignoring you for the past few days. You’ve tried to talk to him, but he either nods you off or makes an excuse to go somewhere. Now you’ve really messed it up. Just great. One of your only friendships in the glade, ruined. And the opportunity for it to become more. Just because you couldn’t shut your shucking mouth. The days have passed in a pattern. You wake up early, leave for the maze, return and shower, try a painful attempt at talking to Newt, eat, sleep, repeat. You hated every second of it. Hated how Newt ignored you and talked to you like a stranger. Hated how his eyes no longer softened when they glanced at you. Or how he no longer cares about what he looks like when he’s around you. After a week of this cycle, one morning, you’ve had enough. You cant let a silly mistake like that ruin 2 good years of friendship. But first, duty calls. All you need to do is make it through another day in the maze. What a drag this has been…

You grab your stuff and head to the maze entrance. Minho isn’t there yet and you decide to go look for him after about 20 minutes of waiting. You find him with Newt. Oh great. This wont be awkward at all. Newt seems to be in a heated argument with Minho. You get as close as you can, which is behind a tree a few feet away, and strain your ears to listen, but you can only hear a few snippets. It’s enough, nonetheless, to piece the puzzle.

Newt: “Y/N….dangerous…….stop……maze!”

Minho: “No!…….potential…….escape…”

It was clear that Newt was fighting with Minho again to keep you out of the maze. Give you another job and get on with life. But even though this should’ve made you feel happy that Newt cares, all you really felt was rage. How could Newt judge what you do? You loved being a runner, and Newt has no say on what you do when he’s practically a stranger now. Where did he get the nerve! You’ll have to talk about it with him later. You walk over and grab Minho by the arm, practically dragging him away from Newt. You ignore Newt and walk straight into the maze. It felt good to be the one to ignore now.

#the maze runner #tmr fandom #tmr #tmr newt #tmr x reader #newt tmr #newt x y/n #newt x reader

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massivedrickhead · 9 months

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Bechloe Week Day 6: Celebrity Scandal

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Notes: Is this any good? I don't know. I wasn't going to write anything for this prompt and then the idea popped into my head so I wrote it out in a couple of hours and figured I might as well post it.

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“Beca, it’s about time, I’ve been calling you all day,” Theo said, his voice the definition of frustration, when Beca finally answered her phone.

“Yeah,” Beca said, pacing her bedroom, one hand swiping at the tears that kept building in her eyes. “I’ve been a little busy.”

“I trust you’ve seen the news?”

“Of course I’ve fucking seen it,” Beca snapped, unable to keep her voice calm. “My phone has been blowing up all day and there are paparazzi camped out outside my house.”

“This is bad, Beca,” he said.

“No fucking shit, it’s bad,” she said. “My question is what are you going to do about it?”

“I told you to be careful. I told you this would happen if you insisted on keeping this thing with Chloe going,” he said.

“Thing? Dude, it’s 2023, you can call her my girlfriend,” Beca said.

She heard Theo sigh, and imagined him pinching the bridge of his nose - his go-to move when he thought Beca was acting deliberately childish. “Yes, it’s 2023. The world has changed. Everything is sunshine and rainbows and love is love, blah, blah blah. Welcome to the real world, Beca.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Beca said. “Christ, it’s not like I got caught doing a line of coke or something.”

“You’re a popstar with a tween-aged audience,” Theo said. “You need to set a good example.”

“And being queer isn’t a good example? Is that what you’re actually trying to say, Theo?”

“No, I’m saying getting photographed in the back of your car with a girl in your lap isn’t a good example,” he said. “Not to the parents of your audience, anyway. Have you been on Twitter? They’re calling for a boycott of your record. Of the label. You’ve… I don’t know how you could be so careless.”

Beca swallowed and clenched her jaw. “Nothing happened,” she said. “I hadn’t seen Chloe in three months because of the press tour, so we made out in my car. You know, since she isn’t allowed to be seen entering my house and has to scurry in through the back at night like she’s some kind of dirty secret? I just wanted five minutes with her before I had to go inside alone.”

From where she was still sitting on her bed, Beca heard Chloe sniff, and she saw her turn away to wipe her eyes.

“And it might have cost you your career,” he said. “I’m trying to fix this, Beca, but they’re asking for blood.”

“I never asked to be an example to a bunch of kids,” Beca said, unable to look away from Chloe. “I’ve… I was never ashamed of my sexuality before now. Never. I’ve always known who I was, and no matter how many people told me it was wrong, I never listened to them. And I should have never listened to you.”

“I was trying to protect you,” he said.

“From what?” Beca said, with a hollow laugh. “You’ve turned my relationship with the woman I love into some sordid secret thing. If we’d just… dated - existed - without making it into a thing, no one would have cared. One picture snapped of us holding hands, and the headline would have been what? ‘Musician holds hands with girlfriend’? But no, we couldn’t do that. No holding hands in public, no dates, no sharing the same car. She has to sneak into my house, or I have to sneak into hers. She can’t just come and pick me up from the airport, no, she has to hide in the back of my car. Maybe I shouldn’t have pulled her into my lap the second we stopped, but if she’d been able to simply get out of the car with me, and walk the five feet to my house, we could have done that in private.”

Chloe’s eyes met hers as the room was lit up by the flash of a camera from outside. In the brief window of light, Beca saw Chloe’s eyes were still full of tears, mascara streaked down her cheeks. Their argument still hung heavily in the air, and Beca found she couldn’t look at her. She crossed the room and pulled the curtains tighter together, paranoid that the vultures lurking outside would see in.

“Are you done blaming me for this?” Theo asked, sounding bored, if not a little impatient. “We need to discuss how we fix it.”

“You said they want blood, give it to them,” Beca said.

“Who’s blood?”

“Mine,” Beca said. “I know how you want me to fix it, and I’m not willing to do it.”

“Beca-”

“No,” Beca said. “You want me to break up with her. Make a public statement that I’m sorry that I let everyone down. That I’ve seen the error of my ways and it won’t happen again, right?”

“I mean, you don’t have to use those exact words, but-”

“I’m not doing it,” Beca said. “I never wanted to be a pop star, but you pressured me into it. I never wanted to write music for tweens, but you said that’s what the label thought I should do. I never wanted to keep Chloe a secret, but you said it was for the best. I’m done letting you and the label make decisions for me.”

“Beca, think about this,” he said, sounding more panicked now than he had when had first called. “Think about what you’re saying. If you walk away from this, you’d be giving up everything you’ve worked for. The label owns your songs and, until your contract ends, you can’t make or perform music for anyone else. You have three years left on that contract. You’ll lose everything.”

“No I won’t,” Beca said. “But if I do what you’re asking me to do, I will.”

“God, use your brain for once-”

“I’m not giving up my relationship, Theo, but what happens after is up to you. In an hour, I’m going to post on Instagram that Chloe is my girlfriend. That we’ve been together since the day I was signed by the label, and that I love her. So either you’re putting out a statement that you’re cutting ties with me because of my sexual orientation, or that you’re standing by me after my privacy was violated.”

“It isn’t that simple,” he said, an edge to his voice.

“It is, actually,” Beca said. “You can frame it however you want. You can say that we’re parting ways due to a personal conflict, or creative differences. You can even say that due to ‘recent revelations’ that I am no longer being represented by the label. Whatever words you want to use is fine, because I can let the world know the truth. And you can’t sue me for slander, or libel, or whatever when every word I say will be the truth. Because I’ve got receipts, Theo. I have emails and texts and voicemails all telling me that if I’m going to date Chloe, it needs to be a secret. Then we can see who’s getting boycotted. Do you think the artists on your label who are allowed to be openly queer will be happy? Even if they don’t care, I think their fans might.”

“Don’t try and play this game, Beca,” he said.

“I’m not playing,” Beca said. “I’m done pretending and hiding. Getting to call Chloe my girlfriend, and getting to love her, has been the best thing to ever happen to me. And she has been nothing but proud and supportive, even when I was treating her like something to be ashamed of.” Beca looked at Chloe again, and although there were still tears in her eyes, she was smiling. She held out her hand and Beca crossed the room to take it. “No more hiding, Theo.”

“So what do you suggest we do?” He said.

“Nothing,” Beca said. “I put up my post, you put out your statement that the label will be standing by me, and then we all move on. The press will get bored and move on. The internet will get bored and move on. I go back to making you all money, and you stop telling me who I can and can’t be seen with.”

“The label won’t go for it,” he said.

“You don’t know unless you ask,” Beca said. “But it’s either that or you fire me. Because I won’t give her up. Call me when you’ve made a decision.” She hung up the phone without another word and dropped it onto the bed. For the first time in a long time, Beca felt like she could breathe. She felt like she was gaining just a little bit of control back.

“Bec, I can’t let you do this,” Chloe said.

“It isn’t your decision,” Beca said. “I’m not breaking up with you. If you’ll still have me, then nothing they say will make me give you up.”

“Of course I’ll still have you,” Chloe said. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Beca said.

“You could lose your job, your songs, everything,” Chloe said.

“Not everything,” Beca said. “Not you.”

“Never me,” Chloe said.

The phone on the bed began ringing, and Beca saw Theo’s name flash up on the screen.

“Well?”

“Make your stupid post,” he said. “We’ll be releasing a press statement in the morning that no action will be taken and that the label supports you. Next time you make out with your girlfriend, do it in private, will you?”

Beca grinned at Chloe. “Maybe. Thanks for finally fighting my corner, Theo.”

“Yeah, well, turns out you’re actually a pretty valuable asset.”

“Aw, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he said.

Beca hung up the phone again, and Chloe threw her arms around her neck.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Beca said, hugging Chloe back tightly. “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

“I know,” Chloe said. “I forgive you.”

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve put you through since we got together,” Beca said.

“I knew what I was signing up for,” Chloe said. “And, yes, it was really hard, but you were worth it. You’re still worth it.”

“I’m never going to do that to you again,” Beca said. “I promise. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Chloe replied. “Always have, always will.”

#bechloe week 2023 #bechloe week #bechloe week 23 #bechloe #pitch perfect fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #pitch perfect fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #beca #chloe #bechloe fanfiction #bechloe fic #bechloe fanfic #pitch perfect fic #no matter the timeline

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goodnightmemes · 8 months

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EVIL DEAD RISE (2023) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You looked like you were gonna shit a brick out sideways. ❜

❛ It wouldn't have been a clean decapitation with these blades. You'd just scramble your face up real good. ❜

❛ I gave her Klonopin so she can sleep off whatever the fuck is wrong with her. ❜

❛ Who's the brainless meat puppet now? ❜

❛ We're watching all the Freddy movies in a row. Even the shitty ones. So, you, um, wanna come over and… ❜

❛ You look like mom. ❜

❛ You know, the downstairs buzzer is totally busted. I was able to walk in right off the street. ❜

❛ Ghosts aren't real. ❜

❛ I only believe what I can see. ❜

❛ Hey, be nice or you don't get a gift. ❜

❛ Why didn't you tell me? I would've jumped right on a plane to help you work through this. ❜

❛ I called you. Twice. ❜

❛ I don't blame you. I hate the sound of my voice too. ❜

❛ I screwed up again, like I always do. And I need you to help me figure it out. Again. ❜

❛ I think I peed my pants. ❜

❛ You never take the elevator after a quake. ❜

❛ Oh, honey. I love you guys so much more than pizza. ❜

❛ You think it might be worth something? ❜

❛ I don't think Mom wants cash from something you stole. ❜

❛ Weird shit like this gets locked away for a reason. Just leave it. ❜

❛ I don't like this. You need to put it back right now. ❜

❛ I would like to present what I believe to be one of the three fabled volumes of Naturum Demento, The Book of the Dead. ❜

❛ Destroy it! It's called The Book of the Dead for a reason! ❜

❛ Its pages contain ancient rituals and incantations, the recitation of which proclaim to allow contact with supernatural forces that exist beyond the thin veneer of our known world. ❜

❛ It's okay. It's just a blackout. ❜

❛ It was a perfect day and all I could think about was how much I wanted to cut you all open and climb inside your bodies so that we could stay one happy family. ❜

❛ It's in me. ❜

❛ Don't let it take my babies. ❜

❛ One minute she was fine and the next she was talking crazy and...and now she's gone. ❜

❛ May I pray? ❜

❛ There's an old fire-escape ladder on the north side of the building. I could try to get down that, raise the alarm, get some help in here.❜

❛ You got the tools? We could just cut right through the door. ❜

❛ You ain't gettin' through those old doors without something heavy-duty. ❜

❛ I'm gonna get my gun, and we're gonna blast it open. ❜

❛ I don't like being trapped. ❜

❛ Everyone is on edge enough without a gun getting fired in here. ❜

❛ I don't know what to do. You're the one who always has the answers. ❜

❛ No matter how busy you ever got, you always found time for me. For everyone. ❜

❛ You have to help me. You have to. I'm burning. I'm burning alive! ❜

❛ Mommy's with the maggots now. ❜

❛ What's happening to me? ❜

❛ I'm free now. Free from all you titty-sucking parasites. ❜

❛ Let me kiss it better. ❜

❛ Who wants to rot next? ❜

❛ Get away from the door. ❜

❛ Please, we need help! Let me in! ❜

❛ You never should've stolen it. ❜

❛ This isn't my fault. ❜

❛This is your fault! ❜

❛ You don't turn on each other. Ever. ❜

❛ [name]'s right. This is all my fault. ❜

❛ Oh, there you are. Hey there, cutie-pie. ❜

❛ Open up and let us in. We can be a big, happy family again. ❜

❛ You don't look so good. ❜

❛ Nothing a big old hug and kiss from you won't fix. ❜

❛ Open the door like you open your legs, you stinking groupie slut! ❜

❛ What are you looking at, hon? ❜

❛ I gotta kill the creepy-crawlies that I got inside my tummy. ❜

❛ Is this a nightmare? ❜

❛ Is what happened to [name] gonna happen to us? ❜

❛ You'd be a good mom/dad someday. You know how to lie to kids. ❜

❛ I thought I should tie her up. Just in case. ❜

❛ Yeah, well, maybe there's words on there that can help stop all of this. ❜

❛ My want to understand and commune with the other side could not have been more misguided. ❜

❛ This evil is not governed by the rules of man. No, it takes its pleasure in creating terror through total chaos. ❜

❛ [name]'s kitty hides up there sometimes. ❜

❛ Told you, you should've put the book back. ❜

❛ I can hear them outside the doors now, begging for me. It is only a matter of time before I am taken too. ❜

❛ Nothing can stop this demonic force. Even its final remnants will come after you. ❜

❛ You must run. All you can do is run! ❜

❛ This horror will not stop until innocence is destroyed. ❜

❛ I will swallow your soul. ❜

❛ [name] waits in hell for you and your unborn bastard baby. ❜

❛ Are you gonna be a mom? ❜

❛ I'm getting us out of here. ❜

❛ You have no idea what it's like to bring a child into this world. ❜

❛ Everybody here dies by dawn. Dead by dawn! ❜

❛ Am I dead? ❜

❛ Come get some. ❜

❛ You know, you really do look like Mom. And you're gonna fail miserably just like her. ❜

#rp meme #sentence starter meme #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #roleplay prompts #roleplay meme #horror rp meme #inbox memes #*mine #*movie

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who’s she? chap. 4 | Enid Rhee x Fem!Reader

— summary for this chapter: Enid tries once more to get Y/N to talk.

— genre: strangers to friends to lovers

— warnings for this chapter: angst (but with comfort)

(gif credits to @elisiassideb1tch)

Who’s She? Masterlist

Enid knew she should just leave it alone. Y/N made it clear she didn’t want to talk, but she refused to believe that this was the end of it.

she wasn’t going to back down from this, no matter how much Y/N pushed her away. she couldn’t let someone else suffer alone like this.

Y/N hadn’t left her house in a few days, Enid knew that because every few hours she’d walk around the entirety of Alexandria, and Y/N would be nowhere in sight. she had done that for three days, and nothing from Y/N.

of course, she’s seen Y/N’s father - Rick Grimes - but she doubted that he has any more information than Carl gave her. she shut out everyone close to her in her life, and she can’t imagine the thoughts going through her head.

it worries her, of course it did. how could it not? she was sure everyone knew how big of a toll death can take on someone, but Y/N was different. like Carl said, it ruined her.

even though she didn’t know Y/N that well, she knew Y/N was a great person that deserved to be happy again. after however long it’s been, she and her group finally had a safe place. she should be able to experience happiness here.

just as Enid started to walk down the block of Y/N’s house, Y/N exited the front door and skipped down the stairs. Enid stopped in her place and watched her walk down the sidewalk, her head down as she walked.

Enid couldn’t help but just watch… her. she had on a loose flannel that wasn’t buttoned all the way, showcasing bruise marks and scratches along her chest. her black jeans covered her legs, but Y/N had a small limp.

gravity pulled Enid towards her, she started to walk before she even realized. Y/N turned around when she heard footsteps behind her, looked up at Enid with a blank expression, and turned back around.

“what the hell did i tell you, Enid? talking to you was a mistake.” Y/N said as she kept walking, and Enid slightly jogged to catch up to her.

Enid sighed, “listen Y/N. i know what you’re going through and-“ Y/N stopped walking and put her hands in front of her. “stop, Enid! you don’t know fucking shit about any of this! i don’t understand why you’re doing this, you’re wasting your time!” Y/N yelled, looking into Enid’s eyes with exasperation.

“because i can’t stand to watch you dig your own grave!” she shouted back. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “i know what happened to your friend and i-“

Y/N’s entire demeanor changed. her eyes filled with rage… or sadness. Enid couldn’t tell. she stood close to Enid with tears filling her tired eyes. “don’t you ever… bring Beth up again. that is none of your fucking business.” Y/N’s voice started to tremble, and the tears finally fell down her face. “you don’t know anything. so stop trying.”

Enid let out a deep sigh, suddenly feeling guilty. “i’m sorry, Y/N, for talking about her. but-“

“but nothing!” Y/N cried out. “stop, Enid! just fucking stop! i don’t want your help!” she cried, and a singular sob left her lips. “there’s nothing you can do to fix this or make me feel better. so stop wasting your fucking time.” she said, voice cracking as she slowly broke more and more.

“it’s not wasting my time. you think i’m doing this for nothing?” Enid questioned. Y/N sighed and sniffed, “i just don’t know why you’re so adamant on this, Enid. i’m a lost cause, i’m sure you’ve already heard that from Deanna’s son.” Y/N’s voice had gone so weak. she was hopeless, and Spencer was only making it worse by endlessly taunting her around everyone.

“if you just listen to me, Y/N, you’ll see that i actually care.” Enid started, her voice going soft. “i have done… exactly what you did that night in the woods. and i don’t want you to get yourself killed.” she told Y/N.

Y/N scoffed, “yeah, okay. i’m not a fucking child, alright? i can take care of myself just fine.”

“Carl’s worried about you.” Enid said back. and Y/N tilted her head slightly, “you talked to my brother about me?” she asked in a tone Enid could not decipher, but she didn’t sound happy - not like she was before.

“Y/N, he’s just as worried as me, and you won’t even talk to him about anything! you can’t keep locking yourself-“

“stop, Enid!” Y/N yelled again, anger fueling her. “i mean- fuck! why can’t you just let it go?!” she cried out.

Enid grew a bit irritated at Y/N’s refusal to admit that she needed help. a million things were racing through Enid’s head, so fast that’s she spit out the only clear answer in her head.

“i remind you of Beth, don’t i?”

Y/N froze, and her entire face filled with pure anger and shock. her eyes were wide with disbelief and then her mouth opened, “leave, Enid.”

another wave of guilt hit Enid, but she couldn’t come back from this one. she looked down at her feet before turning around and walking away from Y/N. as she walked down the block, Y/N broke out into loud sobs in the middle of the sidewalk. her legs went weak and she tumbled down, holding her hands against her mouth as sobs racked throughout her body.

Enid couldn’t sleep the night before, or even tonight. what she said to Y/N was eating her up inside, she felt guilty, but she knew Y/N wouldn’t accept an apology. especially after that.

she knew it was true; that she reminded her of Beth. Enid just didn’t know why. and she knew that Y/N probably wasn’t ready to accept it.

with a heavy sigh, Enid rose from her bed and rubbed her eyes before leaving her bedroom and going out to the kitchen. she grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against the counter as she drank it.

she looked out the window, and noticed a figure sitting out by the lake across from her house. Enid looked away, but quickly looked back when the figure looked familiar.

Y/N sat on the edge of the deck, swinging her feet over the water that sparkled under the moons light. she just watched her for a moment, and she was able to focus her eyes enough to notice that Y/N was holding something in her hands.

curiosity got the best of her once more and she set the bottle of water down and walked out the front door. there was a small windchill, so she wrapped her arms around herself and walked across the street to the small lake.

Enid walked carefully so she wouldn’t accidentally scare Y/N, and slowly sat down next to her on the deck. Y/N turned her head right away when she noticed someone sitting down next to her. when she realized it was Enid, she sighed and began to stood up. but Enid was quick to grab her hand to stop walking, and Y/N didn’t pull away.

“i want to apologize. please.” Enid whispered. Y/N stared at her for a moment before she finally huffed out, “fine.” and sat back down next to Enid.

“i’m really sorry for what i said a few days ago. it was really stupid of me to bring her up like that. you’re grieving… and it just wasn’t right. i’m sorry.” she spoke wholeheartedly, not breaking her eyes away from Y/N’s.

Y/N looked down, realizing Enid was still holding her hand and quickly pulled away from her grip. after an awkward moment of silence, Y/N spoke, “it’s okay. i… i haven’t exactly been the nicest to you.” she said quietly.

“i didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.” Enid told her in a pleading-like voice. “i just- i’m so worried about you. and i know you’re sick of me saying that but i wouldn’t keep doing this if i didn’t mean it.”

Y/N sat silent for a moment, pondering what Enid just said. “i don’t understand why you care so much about someone you barely know.” she ended up saying.

“i told you before, Y/N. i’ve been through what you’re currently going through and it hurts to watch you suffer alone.” Enid admitted. Y/N didn’t respond, so she spoke up again.

“you can’t bottle this up. you need someone to talk to because keeping yourself locked up with your thoughts just isn’t the right choice. and i know you think you can handle this on your own, because you’re a tough girl, the toughest i’ve ever met, but you can’t. because i’ve been there before and i’m not just gonna sit here and watch you struggle when i know i can help you.”

Y/N stared at her with what looked like shock. or maybe disbelief. Enid couldn’t tell, but for the first time in a while, Y/N didn’t look mad or upset. she looked back down at the water, unsure of what to say.

“i’m sorry.” she whispered. “you were right, Enid. you remind me… so much of Beth, and i was too scared to admit it. i pushed you away because it was scaring me.”

Enid looked down, and noticed that Y/N was holding a picture in her other hand. “is that her?” she asked in a whisper. Y/N lifted up the picture, “yeah. this is all i have left of her.”

the picture was taken in what looked like a prison cell, but Enid chose not to question it. Beth was standing behind Y/N, pressing a kiss to her cheek while hugging her, and Y/N was laughing in the picture. happiness looked so pretty on her.

“she looks like she was a great friend, Y/N. i’m really sorry for what happened.” Y/N couldn’t answer as her face crumbled slightly, and tears pooled in her eyes.

“what’s wrong?” Enid asked, moving closer to her, and Y/N didn’t back away this time. Enid looked back down at the picture, and it clicked to her.

“Beth…” she whispered under her breath. “she wasn’t just a friend… was she?” a sob left Y/N’s lips after that.

“i was in love with her. and i never got to tell her.” Y/N sobbed out. Enid didn’t know what to say. hesitantly, she intertwined her hand with Y/N’s free one, and she didn’t pull away once more.

“i’m so sorry.” she whispered again. Y/N wiped her eyes and looked out onto the lake. “thats why i refused to talk to anyone about it. no one knew.” she whimpered.

“and you… you’re just like her, Enid. you don’t back down, you’re passionate. Beth was the same, she was with me through everything. she helped me. that’s why i couldn’t stand to be near you, i was terrified of getting close to you and then you getting hurt somehow. i wouldn’t be able to live with myself. all you wanted to do was help.”

“it’s okay,” Enid whispered. “i get it, Y/N. i do. you’re safe with me, i promise.”

Y/N looked up at Enid with her glossy eyes, and Enid couldn’t help but get lost in them. she then squeezed Enid’s hand, “thank you, Enid.”

a/n: hope u all enjoyed :] i tried my best with this one.

#enid rhee #enid twd #twd enid #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd x fem!reader #the walking dead x fem!reader

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song as old as rhyme - chapter 10

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 9

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Taglist: @littlemoondarling @desenhosdebolso @shyminnie07

A/N: I'm back babeeeeey. Also, this might be a bit OOC but idc about that anymore (edit: divider by @inklore)

Raphael was slipping in and out of consciousness. From time to time, he’d listen to hushed voices and a warm hand would touch his forehead, then he’d feel salves being placed in his chest. Sometimes he’d hear a feminine voice humming a song,but when he finally woke up, he was met with Haarlep’s face.

He only had a vague memory of what had happened. He remembered the dinner. He was in the middle of an important negotiation when the girl had burst through the door, accusing the elf of poisoning.

After that, Raphael only had flashes of what happened. He could remember the feeling of his throat closing. Someone had held his head and made him drink the worst thing he ever drank. He remembered Haarlep taking him to his room. According to the incubus, he had been asleep for three days, and afterwards, they gave him a brief explanation of what had happened.

But Raphael did not have the full picture and so, he started questioning everyone.

Now, he had summoned Korilla to give her testimony.

“She asked me if I had served the wine, sir.” She replied. “She took a sniff of it and then ran away. When the others and I arrived, you were on the floor and she was retrieving some coal from the fireplace.”

Raphael put a hand on his face, analyzing her words. “And you just let her shove some coal down my throat?”

“What was I to do, master? She was the only one who knew what to do.” Korilla explained.

“And what if the coal had made things worse, huh? What if they were acting together, conspiring to bring me down?” He said in an accusatory tone.

Korilla raised an eyebrow. This was ridiculous.

“Master, I’ve been scrying on this girl for a long time. She would not have done such a thing.” The dwarf rationalized.

Every time Raphael suffered an attempt on his life, he would become suspicious of everyone, believing even those closest to him were ready to stab him in the back. This behavior had only gotten worse after what Tav and their party did to him, a few years back. “Besides, if anything, you should question her, and not the rest of us.” And with that, Korilla left, leaving the devil to his thoughts.

The next person he spoke to was Mol. She didn’t add much to the conversation except for one part.

The tiefling had been talking about what happened after Raphael coughed up the coal. “She would bark orders at us and barely let anyone near you.” Mol complained. “The only reason I obeyed was because she made sure you would be safe.”

Raphael raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean she wouldn’t let anyone near me?”

“Didn’t you see? She was the one who took care of you the whole time.”

“What?”

“Yeah, she told us to bring some plants and herbs, said they had healing properties. Maybe that’s why you healed up so fast.”

Raphael quickly told Mol to go back to her things, allowing him some privacy to think.

Truly, he was confused. How would this girl know all of these and why would she do all this work to make sure he lived? It did not make sense. Raphael sighed. He would have to ask her directly.

……..

A week had passed since the incident had happened and Elize had continued with her duties as normal. She had been able to get her glasses fixed thanks to Korilla and lately, she had started to play Lanceboard with Mol, with the tiefling girl winning almost every time.

In truth, she found it weird that things seemed to have moved on without a question to what had happened. ‘Maybe this type of thing is normal around here’ she thought.

It was during one of these occasions that Korilla approached them, turning to Elize and simply saying “The master wants to see you.”

Elize sighed. “I guess this is the end of our game for now.” She said. “Will we continue later, Mol?”

“Of course, so I can beat you again!” The girl replied and Elize chuckled at that. She got up and headed towards Raphael’s room.

She knocked on the door and waited until the master called her in. When she entered, he was sitting on a chair, face unreadable.

“Master.” Elize said, bowing her head. She stood a few feet away from him.

“I have spoken with every other member of this house, to understand the events that have occurred.” Raphael paused for a moment. “What I have yet to understand is why.”

Elize brows furrowed. “I don’t understand what you are saying.”

He got up from his chair and began explaining. “Tell me, Elize, how does a poor girl from the middle of nowhere know how to identify a poison and properly treat it?” Raphael asked. “How would she know that, hum? Because to me, it appears as if you knew beforehand what would happen.”

“Excuse me?”

“Why wouldn’t you conspire against me? You had been given the opportunity to get rid of me and return to your mundane life and you took it.” Raphael, at this point, seemed to be talking more to himself than to the girl before him. “If I were in a similar situation, I would have done the same. What I don’t understand is why would you try to save me.”

“Sir, if I could please-”

He ignored her, slowly walking towards her. “If you were trying to kill me, why would you change your head afterwards? Was it to gain my trust, to get rid of your fellow conspirator and when the time came, betray me?!” Raphael shouted in her face.

Before he could continue this madness, Elize spoke up. “I knew the poison because my mother taught me!”

“What?” That seemed to get him out of whatever theory he had created.

Elize breathed deeply. “My mother, before she had me, was a druid. She was well versed in the treatment of poisons, especially those that came from deadly plants.” She began explaining. “When I was young, she taught me about them, how to identify and treat them.” Elize started to walk away from him. “Devil’s bane is a deadly plant, and it works particularly well against those of fiendish nature. Even tieflings could be seriously hurt by its consumption.”

She analyzed his face, his brows furrowed. Elize continued. “This plant is also unnoticeable to its very victims. My mother once told me a story of how an ancient wizard had put a spell on these plants, making sure that no devil or demon would be able to notice what it was until it was too late.”

“Is that why the wine seemed to have no taste or smell?” Raphael asked. He remembered mentioning that detail to his guest, who had brushed it off as being a quality of the drink. Now he knew his true intentions. He knew of this poison but he was unaware of that property.

Elize nodded. “Devil’s bane has a very particular smell. Because of my mother’s teachings, I was able to get there in time.”

Raphael nodded in understanding. Elize sighed relieved. “Still, however, that does not explain why you helped me.” He said.

“Why wouldn’t I save you?”

“Because, as I said before, if I died, you would be free. Wouldn’t it be much simpler to let me perish?”

Elize shrugged. “Perhaps, or perhaps not. You may technically be the reason why I’m in this predicament but I chose to be here, to make sure my father was safe. From how I see it, this deal of ours is the only reason he still has his life and I’d rather not put that in jeopardy.”

“But-” Before he could continue, Elize interrupted him.

“Look, sir, I do not know what else I can tell you. Sometimes we do things because it’s the right thing to do, regardless of the other person.” She said in a tired tone “I did not care that you’re the devil who separated me from the only family I have, all I cared was that you were in danger. Try to villainize my actions all you want, I am telling you right now that there were no interior reasons. I did what I had to do and I would do it again.” She paused. “Now, please, may I go back to my duties?”

He didn’t reply verbally, only waving his hand, signaling she could leave.

Moments after Elize left the room, Haarlep walked in.

“Mortals intrigue me sometimes.” Raphael said, barely acknowledging the incubus. “One moment, they are at each other's throats, killing for things as small as a loaf of bread. In the other, they would be willing to save a devil like myself.”

“Is this about the girl?” Haarlep asked.

He nodded. “I can understand why Korilla, Mol or even you would do that. You all are loyal and bound to me in some ways, but she…” He didn’t finish the sentence.

“Did she explain herself?”

“Indeed, and I find it hard to believe that it was all altruism.” Raphael once again sat on his chair, putting his hand over his mouth in thought. He didn’t even question why she would also do the work to bring him back to health, so that would have to come up later. Could someone really save him just because he was in danger? Could there truly be no other reason?

Both Korilla and Mol had contracts with him. If they saved him, it would be to keep their benefits, he doubted it would have been because of affection. Haarlep was bound to him, and they would have nowhere else to go should Raphael die. Elize, however, would benefit greatly from his death.

And yet…

“Regardless of her intentions, you should reward her.” The incubus spoke. “Show how great of a master you are.”

“Hum…and what do you suggest?”

“Well, she has been sleeping on the floor this whole time. Maybe…you could give her a room to sleep in.” Haarlep said, hoping to help his friend.

Raphael, in all honesty, was not aware of this fact. He had been away from the House of Hope for most days and with how much Elize would avoid him, he hadn’t noticed her sleeping anywhere.

“I will see that it’s done.” Raphael finally spoke. “Now, get on the bed.” He said to Haarlep.

#raphael x oc #raphael x elize #not tav oc #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #beauty and the beast AU #my writing #haarlep bg3 #haarlep #mol bg3 #korilla bg3

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Security Check (7)

Security Check Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky X Fem!Reader

Words: 1124

Warnings: Overthinking things for no reason.

A/N: Only three more parts left people. Thanks for reading!!! Please let me know how I’m doing in the comments, I’m in constant need of validation. Add yourself to the taglist here.

It wasn’t that you thought you were an imbecile. Far from it as a matter of fact. It was the new level of respect you had for your brain because after everything that happened with Bucky yesterday, you were sure there was no way you’d be able to focus during classes. You haven’t even prepared for one of the lectures today but by some miracle, your students came after class and told you the examples you used to further explain the Circumstantial sdm.f were so much clearer than the last lecture.

You saw him a few times throughout the day, but refused to acknowledge him after seeing him earlier in the lounge. You were busy with the microwave when he winked at you causing you to not only drop your fork but walk into the wall when you tried to leave. He almost spat out his coffee, trying to catch up to you to make sure you were okay and swearing under his breath when you shut the door behind you and ignored him when he called your name.

By lunch time, you were surprisingly done with most of the things on your agenda for the day, feeling a little suspicious about your schedule because when had you ever finished things in a timely manner? You guessed it was because you were in a chirpy mood, rolling your eyes at yourself because for the first time in forever, a man was slowly taking over every aspect of your day and shaping it without even trying.

A loud ding from your laptop broke the silence in your office and your heart skipped a beat when you saw who it was from. But then you opened the email and groaned when you saw he wanted to speak to you about the gala.

Grabbing your phone and ipad, you made your way down the stairs and saw him chatting with the museum store cashier. You stood there for a few minutes, hoping he’d notice you so you didn’t interrupt the conversation. When he still didn’t notice you, you decided to walk through the exhibits and check to make sure things were where they should be.

A few minutes later, you heard someone shuffling behind you and turned around to see Bucky fixing his hair.

“You didn’t tell me you were down here!” He put a few strands of his hair behind his ear, fixing his jacket and gloves before motioning for you to walk with him.

“I didn’t want to be rude and interrupt your conversation.”

Bucky leaned down in your space, and you felt his hand push on your lower back just a little, the contact making you shiver and almost lose your footing.

“You can interrupt me anytime you want sweetheart. I don’t mind.”

God, this man was going to sexually frustrate you to death.

“So umm, what did you want to review?” You cleared your throat and turned away from him, refusing to give him any more power over you than he already had.

“I just wanted to walk around to make sure I understood everything that was sent to me and I was going to ask where you want me?”

“W-where I want you?” The question caught you off guard and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he stopped walking and looked at you.

Did he mean-

“Yeah, where would you like me to stand for the duration of the night? Or am I supposed to be walking around and checking if everything is as it should be?” Bucky wasn’t an idiot. He knew you misunderstood his words and a part of him was a little glad you were thinking about him as much as he was thinking about you.

“Oh. Umm, no, there'll be guards in each room that aren’t meant to leave their spot so you should be walking around.”

“Got it. I guess we should go around then.” Bucky smiled at you and he could tell you were still a little embarrassed but he said nothing, knowing the gala needed your attention more than him.

You quickly forgot your awkward responses once you started going through the exhibits, answering all of his questions and reviewing some other things with him. He was incredibly patient and even apologized when he had to cut you off to ask about something he didn’t quite understand. An hour and a half later, Bucky was opening the exit door for you, smiling when you thanked him and walked through while writing something on your ipad.

He sighed in relief when he went into his office and locked the door behind him.

Never in his life did he think he’d get hard just from the sound of your heels clicking on the hardfloor. It took everything in him not to say anything and even more to hide himself whenever you turned around and spoke with him.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he was taking out his phone and texting you, hoping you’d agree and go to dinner with him.

He was afraid you’d overthink this again and hoped to whatever higher power existed that you didn’t. By the time he decided he’d text you that you didn’t have to go with him, his phone was buzzing with a notification. He unlocked it and saw you’d told him when you’d finish for the day and if there weren’t museum visitors right now, Bucky would have screamed ‘hell yeah’ at the top of his lungs. Somehow, you were making him act like a lovesick teenager again and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

But something told him this was going to be a good night.

Two floors up, you were pacing back and forth in your office, afraid you’d responded too quickly and made him think you were desperate. You quickly remembered what he told you about not overthinking and rubbed your temples, relaxing enough to think through your anxiety and realize he probably wasn’t thinking that at all.

You really wanted to prepare for tomorrow but a part of you knew you shouldn’t spend the night by yourself because you might drive yourself crazy with how much you’d overthink about tomorrow. It will be fine. It’s just dinner and conversation, not like he was asking you to go home with him or anything. No, he wouldn’t put you in such a tight spot a day before the gala.

“Breathe Y/N. Just breathe. It’ll be nice and fun. He’ll take your mind off of this shit and you’ll wake up relaxed.”

You kept on repeating those words until you were shutting your door and locking it behind you to meet him downstairs.

It was going to be a good night.

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chalterdh22 · 7 months

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Chapter 45: Do You Wanna Ship?

Since I have helped with the Cutless before, I flew that, and Din flew the other ship we were giving to mom. We didn’t tell her we were coming. I wanted to surprise her, seeing I had been gone for way longer than I originally told her. We both landed around the same time in her hanger.

She came running out as usual with her hair all crazy. She saw the Cutless and knew it was the one she built. I ran out of it with Grogu and gave her a huge hug. “Hey mom! I missed you!” Squeezing her, with Grogu reaching to her trying to get his hug in.

“What, did you two steal Mando’s ship? What happened, did you leave him for dead somewhere?” We laughed. “No, he’s parking something.” Just as I said that he came walking up.

“Hey Peli.”

“Mando! You’re alive! I thought these two left you for dead somewhere!” She turned back to me. “So, how long you staying? Or am I going to be a pit stop? I’ll have to start charging you!” She laughed loudly.

“Well, actually….” I started to say. “We have something for you.”

“A present? You shouldn’t have! Or, yeah, you should have weeks ago, but I’m not complaining!”

“It sounds like you are.” Din said monotone. He turned and we started walking back to the ship.

“Ooooo, fancy!” She said as she approached it. “Why the heck do you guys need three ships? She doesn’t look that bad of shape, maybe just a once over then?”

I started laughing. “No, mom. This is for you! You can do whatever you want with it. We acquired her and just don’t have any use for her.”

She stood there, with her mouth open slightly. “Ha, good one! I fix ships, not park them!”

“What about selling it then? Fix her up and get top dollar.”

“Wait, you guys being serious?” She looked down at the kid in her arms. “Are they being serious?”

“Gah, coo!” He pointed at it.

“You guys are the best? Where’d ya get it? Wait, don’t tell me! I’m going to scrub through her and sell it and make serious credits on it!” I swear I’ve never seen her that happy! I was just smiling at the way she was flying around, touching everything. “Can you guys stay for a bit, or do you have to go right away.?”

I looked at Din, who had the tracker with him. “I will need to leave for about a half a day, but I’ll be back early in the morning.” Din explained.

“I’ll stay here with Grogu!”

Mom was smiling ear to ear and my heart was warm. This will give us some time to talk too.

“Come on in kids!” She led us inside her home. I put the kid down on the floor with his little ball. I sat down and looked at mom.

“Mom, can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure? What’s on your mind?” she asked while sitting next to me.

“It’s about Din…”

“I know, I know! He can be a stick in the mud, but he’s good people! I’ve known him for years, Suri! Just give him a chance. Hey, you might even be able to break that shell of his!” She was laughing, and I made an uneasy laugh, which made her stop and look right at me. “Why, what’s he done? You let me know right now!”

“No, no, mom. Nothing like that,” I said reassuringly. Sighing, I scratched the back of my head and continued. “It’s, uh, I think I have feelings for him, like more than us just working together….”

There was silence. Mom looked straight ahead, collecting her thoughts, and I looked at her sideways, not making eye contact.

“How can you have feelings for the guy? He’s in a suit of armor all day and has the personality of that doorknob! What do you mean you have feelings for him? Have you actually ever seen the guy? What if he’s like a hideous creature, with scales and…….” She suddenly stopped talking and looked right at me. “You have seen him! What does he look like? Scaley?” She made a weird face and movements with her fingers. I had to laugh.

“No, he’s not scaley. He’s just like us. And he’s definitely not ugly!” Pausing to collect my thoughts quickly before she interrupted again. “And, just so you know, when he’s not being a Mandalorian, he’s really pleasant to be around. He even laughs!”

“What? No way! I have to see that!”

“Maybe one day,” I chuckled. “I just wanted to let you know because, well, I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have feelings for you, like, how do you know?”

“Well, we’ve kissed a few times.” I said softly.

“You what? With his helmet on?”

“No, mom! Forget the helmet for a minute! Geesh! We’ve kissed a few times. I’ve helped him with his wounds and been there for him emotionally.”

“Ok, ok, I get it! You don’t need to spell it out for me. What do you want, my blessing? He’s a Mandalorian for crying out loud! You know what kind of life they live. Is that what you want?”

“Maybe! We will be going away for a while, and I just wanted to let you know that is all. Plus, the kid and I have a special connection somehow. So, I have fallen in love with him like he was my own.”

“Nu-uh! I claimed him first!” she said petting him, as he purred. I rolled my eyes.

“Please don’t tell him I said anything to you about us! I just wanted you to know that I’ll be safe with him and to trust us.”

“How can I trust you when I never know where you’re going, where you are, you never check in. But, sure, yeah, I can trust you!” She rolled her eyes back at me now.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I’ll try to be in touch more. But seriously, don’t say anything to him. I don’t want him uncomfortable around you.” She was still stroking Grogu’s head and ears.

“Did you really hear him laugh? What was it like, a little girls’?” She had a huge smile on her face.

“No, no. It was super low and breathy. It was really sweet, actually. Grogu and I enjoyed hearing it.”

“I bet you did, ya little womprat! How’d you do it? Let me guess…. Grogu did something funny? I know it wasn’t you. You aren’t that funny, not like me!”

“No, it wasn’t me!” I was hesitant to tell mom, seeing she can’t keep some manners to herself.

“Well, did Grogu here land on his funny bone or something?” She looked down at him, who was smiling at her. I asked him if we could tell her, and he agreed.

“So, we found out that he’s ticklish is all. And we probably went too far……. But it was worth it, right little man!!!” I reached out to him and patted him on the back.

“No way!” She stood up fast almost dropping the kid!

“Don’t say anything, please mom! He’s already got trust issues with everyone. I’m just telling you for our sake, that he’s not a droid is all!”

“Ok, ok! I won’t say anything. But I might get a jab in or two!”

I shook my head. Mom always had to have the last say.

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bruggle · 2 months

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Gonna make a new master post, but this is all the act one drabbles.

“I’m looking for your chief of police,” replied X. The two officers gave each other confused looks before turning back to him. “You talkin’ ‘bout Sheriff Tern?” one of them asked. Now X was confused. “Sheriff?” he asked. “Aren’t those just in old westerns?” With that, the two officers let out raucous laughter. “Hoo, boy,” said the other. “You sure ain’t from around here, are ya? Counties this small don’t have police; you just get the sheriff department. Sheriff Tern is the one you’re lookin’ for.”

How had he lost her? Granted, this was a forest; the trees obscured his vision pretty well. But surely he wasn’t so out of practice that one single Maverick would be able to escape him? Suddenly, the sound of a branch snapping alerted him to look up. He only got a glance at the falling figure, but it was enough to tell him that he needed to move. Why hadn’t he thought to look up? It made sense that Minnow would use the height to her advantage.

The sound of her body hitting the floor made him wince, especially once he realized she had definitely not been planning for it. Minnow was laying on her back, a soft groan escaping her lips as X steadied his weapon at her. “Don’t move,” he hissed, before taking a better look at her.

And what he saw made his systems freeze.

Minnow’s helmet had fallen off in the fall; revealing her young face, ruddy, brown hair braided up into a crown,

And two very human ears on the side of her head.

Oh shit.

X immediately withdrew his buster, crouching down to her level. His hands hovered over her, but he wasn’t entirely sure what to do at the moment. “Can you move?” he asked. Minnow glared up at him. “I thought you told me not to,” she snarked weakly. X rolled his eyes. “C’mon kid,” he huffed. “I need to know if you can stand of not.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” Minnow whispered, squeezing her eyes shut in pain. “Pretty sure things are broken.” X sighed, of course it wouldn’t be easy. “Okay, where does it hurt?” he asked. “Arm,” she replied, taking a short gasping breath. “Chest.” X winced. This was not going to be fun for either of them. “Alright, I’m going to pick you up,” he told her. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, but it will probably hurt a lot.” Minnow grimaced, but gave him a slight nod.

X gently set Minnow’s injured arm across her middle, causing her to wince. He then placed one arm underneath her legs. But now came the hard part; as gently as he could, X slid the other arm beneath her back. Minnow immediately gave out a hiss of pain, causing him to pause. “Just… get it over with,” she wheezed. X grimaced, but figured she had a point. The phrase ‘like a band-aid’ came to mind; not that he had much of a reference point for it. “Alright, on three,” he said. “One… two… three!” With that, he picked up the Minnow as quickly, but carefully as he could. She gave out a cry, but shoved her good hand against her mouth. Short, wheezing breaths came from her as X quickly turned towards the small town he had chased her from.

Of all the ways this day could have gone, X definitely had not anticipated this.

“How is she?” X asked.

The doctor regarded him for a second before sighing. “Technically speaking, I shouldn’t be telling you anything; doctor-patient confidentiality and all that,” he said. “However, given that she’s a minor, we have zero idea who she is, where she’s from, or if she even has any parents, I’m going to tell you anyways. Don’t let it bite me in the ass later, okay?

“Asides from the broken arm and three broken ribs from the fall, she’s in surprisingly good shape. Worst thing she’s facing is some acute anemia, minor dehydration, and she’s underweight. Wherever the hell she’s been, and however long she’s been out there, she’s clearly had an idea of what she’s doing. But, being back in society should fix that all up pretty quick.” X nodded. “And we really have no idea what her name is?” he asked. “At all?” The doctor shook his head. “’Fraid not,” he replied “She has no form of I.D., anything in her phone that could lead to her identity is under ‘Minnow’, no social security number, nothing. She’s a near perfect Jane Doe.” The doctor then let out a snort. “Unless, of course, her name is actually Minnow, but I highly doubt that,” he added.

X let out a groan. “How on Earth did she manage to go this long without getting caught?” he grumbled out loud. “There are so many checks she was supposed to go through.” The doctor let out a chuckle. “Welcome to the boonies, city boy,” he said, clapping X on the shoulder. “We don’t do things quite as ‘by the book’ out here. Kinda impossible. I’ve seen kids build bombs on their parent’s land, and the worst thing that happened was the sheriff telling them not to do it again.” X gave him an incredulous look.

X turned as he heard the door close. “Anything?” he asked. Deputy Jameson gave a wry chuckle. “Nope, not a peep,” he said. “Only thing she’s saying is ‘I know my rights’. And that’s if she says anything at all.” X sighed as he slid her hand down his face. “Let me try again,” he muttered, taking a step towards Minnow’s room. “Don’t think that’s a good idea,” the deputy stopped him. “She’s stubborn as a mule; ya ain’t gonna get anything out of her.”

“What do you suggest then? X asked. “Well, Sheriff things she’s probably got a camp somewhere nearby,” Deputy Jameson told him. “What makes you think that?” X questioned. “She ain’t in any hotel,” the deputy stated matter-of-factly. “But we’ve seen her reploid guise ‘round here for a couple of days. So, she’s gotta be hangin’ out somewhere. Seemed pretty comfy in the trees ‘til you knocked her outta one, so stands to reason she’s been campin’ in the woods.” X nodded, that seemed reasonable. “Now, normally we don’t let outsiders in on investigations, Jameson continued. “Buuuuuut… Sheriff Tern is willing to make an exception for you. You’re free to come along and help us look if you want.”

“Yep,” said Deputy Moore. “This is a bucket.” Deputy Jameson let out a laugh at that. “If you two don’t stop screwin’ around, I’m gonna make you do patrols for the next six months straight!” barked Sheriff Tern. “Yes, sir,” the two deputies answered in unison.

“Gotta name, Sheriff,” called Deputy Moore. “Looks like you were right.” He handed the bag over to Tern. “’Brook Longsdale’” the sheriff read from the card within. “Thought she looked familiar.”

“Wait, you had an idea of who she was?” asked X. Sheriff Tern sighed. “I had an inkling,” he explained. “Five months ago, a kid was reported missing by her foster parents. Last anyone had seen of Ms. Longsdale was her getting off a public bus two weeks after the fact. Been keeping an eye out, but… well… after two days nobody’s ever real hopeful. Glad to see she’s still kickin’.” X nodded, looking over the campground. “How do you think she got all the way out here?” he asked. The sheriff gave a chuckle. “Probably by hitchhiking as a reploid,” he guessed. “That or sure force of walking. Girl seemed pretty determined. Either way, pretty impressive if you ask me.”

X gave the uniformed reploid a hard stare.

“’If a law is unjust, a man is not only right to disobey it, he is obligated to do so,” she quoted. “Do not quote your American founding fathers to me!” X growled. “That was over five hundred years ago, and I highly doubt they would have approved of a sixteen year old girl risking her life hunting Mavericks! Especially over petty revenge!” Brook glared at him. “This had nothing to do with revenge!” she spat. “The Maverick that killed my parents has been dead for years! Don’t you dare act like you know why I did this!”

“Then why did you break all manners of laws specifically to hunt Mavericks?” he argued. “Because it seems quite clear that this is all about revenge!” In lieu of answering, she glared at the wall. X sighed and rubbed his face; he was far too old for this.

“And what were you planning on doing when winter came around?” X challenged, frustrated by her short-sightedness. “There were caves,” Brook argued. “I could have lived in one of them. People have done it before.”

“Yes, when they were born in those conditions!” he exasperated. “You don’t seem to understand how far removed you are from nature! Determined as you may be, it wouldn’t make up for the fact that you had done zero preparation!” She huffed and turned away from him, wincing as the movement aggravated her ribs.

“With all due respect, mister…?” the woman looked expectantly at him. “Just X is fine,” he said curtly. She nodded. “Right. With all due respect, X, your services are no longer required,” the woman said. “We appreciate the help, but this has long since moved past any sort of Maverick business.”

X regarded her for a second. “It is my understanding that minors should have some sort of guardianship present during any sort of legalities,” he said. “Last I checked, her case worker and foster parents are in an entirely different state.” The woman made a sigh of frustration. “We are well aware,” she huffed. “But we have alerted them to her whereabouts. So again, your services are no longer necessary.”

“Until they are physically present, I am not leaving,” X maintained. The woman rolled her eyes. “Surely you have something better to do,” she insisted. “Perhaps saving another city from a Maverick outbreak?” Ah. So that’s what it was. He ha been wondering why this woman had such a chip on her shoulder. “If I were needed, I would be called,” X told her. “As such, until Ms. Longsdale’s guardians arrive, I will remain right here.” The woman simply chose to glare at him.

“Excuse me, sorry for bothering you uh…” X turned to see a young woman carrying a folder full of documents. “Just X is fine,” he assured her. “Right, right. Sorry, uh…” the woman straightened her back. “My name is Emily Reed. I’m Ms. Longsdale’s case worker.” She held out her hand, which X took, shaking it. “Nice to meet you,” he said. “Likewise,” she answered. “It is my understanding that you have taken an… unofficial guardianship of Ms. Longsdale?”

X sighed. “It appears that I have,” he wryly stated. Ms. Reed sighed as well, shaking her head. “I’ll admit, it’s definitely not something I’ve encountered before,” she said. “But I am grateful for it. Her previous foster parents have… well… let’s just say they’re not coming any time soon.” X winced at that. “They’re good people!” she assured him. “Promise; they’ve had a several kids in their care, all happy and healthy. But… I mean… this is sort of a last second thing that they were completely unprepared for.”

“No, I suppose they wouldn’t,” X chuckled. “Not every day a kid runs off to fight Mavericks.” Ms. Reed rolled her eyes, putting a hand to her forehead. “Oh, do not remind me,” she grumbled. “This girl has had me at my wits ends.”

“That bad?” X asked with a raised brow. She shook her head. “That’s not- well, that’s kind of what I mean,” she sighed. “She’s a good kid; very quiet and tends to keep to herself.” X did not believe that for a second. At least, not from what he’d seen of her temper. “She’s just… it’s been hard on her. The teenage years are already a pain to go though, but losing your parents when it starts isn’t something I’d wish on anybody.”

“How old was she?” he asked. “Fourteen,” Ms. Reed replied. X nodded, looking over at the room Brook was in. Two years really wasn’t that long ago.

“Well, you’ve certainly caused quite a stir,” X told her, his tone sounding amused. “What do you mean?” Brook grumbled. “Have you not been watching the news?” he asked, gesturing to the TV in the hospital room. “God no,” she snorted, lifting her lip in disgust. “Nothing but bullshit anyways” X rolled his eyes at her choice of words. “Well, you probably should,” he sighed, grabbing the remote. “Oh please don’t make me watch that shit,” Brook groaned. “I really don’t want to hear it.”

“Well, you need to hear this,” he argued. “Then why can’t you just tell me?” she snapped back. “Because it’s a lot bigger than what I can put into words,” he replied. With that, X turned on the TV and flipped through the channels until he found a news station. Luckily, they were still talking about it; the screen showing a woman standing in front of a large crowd of people. She was talking briefly about the protest before singling out a man for an interview.

“And why are you out here today?” the newscaster asked, holding out her microphone to the man. “We’re out here because we’re tired of being ignored,” he told her, gesturing to the crowd of people behind him. “Hunters never get sent out here, mercenaries never pick up the bounties out here, we’re basically told to figure it out ourselves. That girl was proving a point and it needs to be fixed.” The woman nodded, taking the microphone back. “And how would you propose it be fixed?” she questioned, handing it back.

The man took off his hat and rubbed his head. “Can’t say I know for sure, but government needs to do it’s job before we stop doing ours,” he answered. “Get more people out here. Or offer higher bounties on Mavericks out here instead of forcing the communities to offer their own. Either way, they shouldn’t punish that girl for trying to help. The world runs on farmer’s handiwork, we deserve the same amount of protection as cities get.” X glanced over at Brook; she looked pale as a ghost, a horrified expression on her face. “They… They’re threatening strikes?” she bleated. “Looks like it,” he told her. “All over the U.S.” She slowly shook her head. “I didn’t want this,” she whispered, slowly curling into as much of a ball as her ribs would allow. “How the fuck do they even know about this?”

“Brook, you broke every manner of law possible to hunt Mavericks,” X reminded her. “Of course that’s going to make national headlines.” Brook didn’t respond, seemingly hyperventilating instead.

X knocked on the door to Brook’s room, although he wasn’t really expecting a response. When one wasn’t given, he sighed before opening it. She really was a difficult one. Brook glanced over at him as he entered the room before letting out a groan. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way,” she grumbled. “But why are you still here?” X let out a chuckle. “How exactly am I supposed to take that?” he asked “Am I really that bad?” Brook turned away with a huff. “I don’t know she muttered. But don’t you have like… Maverick Hunter stuff to do?”

X shook his head. “I’m afraid not, kid,” he said. “You’re stuck with me for a while.” She gave him a look. “But why?” Brook asked. X shrugged his shoulders. “Not every day we hear about a kid running off to hunt Mavericks,” he replied. “Besides, Ms. Reed can’t keep an eye on you all the time. I heard you tried to make a break for it.” To her credit, Brook at least had the sense to look embarrassed about her failed escape attempt. “I wasn’t-“

“You weren’t trying to run off? X cut her off, raising a brow. “You really expect me to believe that?” Brook glared at him, causing a mini staring contest to break out between them. Finally, she looked away. “I just wanted my coat,” she grumbled. “They won’t give it back.” X gave out a sigh. “Yes, because it’s technically evidence,” he explained. “Evidence for what?” Brook exasperated. “What the hell do they need to figure out with it? Can’t get more concrete on my guilt than you knocking my helmet off.” X winced at that. He really didn’t like that memory. “Brook, they need a timeline for how long you’ve been out there,” he said, trying to placate her. “Then I can tell them how long I’ve been out there!” she spat. “I just want my coat!”

“Is it really that cold to you?” X asked, alarmed. He knew she had been dealing with anemia, but surely it wasn’t so bad she was freezing inside? Sure, it was now early October, but the building’s heater has been in perfect working order. “You need to tell the nurses about that, “ he continued. “Let me go get one now.” He stood up, making his way to the door, “No, no! Wait, X!” Brook called out. “That’s not- I don’t need a nurse!” X paused turning back to her. “Are you certain?” he asked. Brook rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m certain,” she sighed.

“Sheriff Tern is allowing you out provided that either he or I accompany you,” X told her. Brook rolled her eyes. “Gee, how generous,” she muttered. X sighed a wry smile pulling at his lip. “Maybe you should have thought of that before-“

“Before I ran off,” Brook cut him off. “Yada, yada, yada; I’ve heard your spiel a thousand times already, X.” He merely shook his head. “In any case, I figured you might want a chance to stretch your legs,” X explained. “Plus, I’ve heard that you haven’t been eating well. You need to eat, Brook.” Brook gave a long groan as she looked to the ceiling, before fixing him with a fed up look. “That’s because hospital food sucks,” she grumbled. “And I’m not hungry, either.”

“So where do you want to eat?” asked X. Brook gave a shrug as she continued to look down. “I dunno, what do you want?” she replied. X let out a chuckle. “I’m not the one who needs to eat,” he reminded her. “Oh… yeah… right,” Brook said, her face slightly blushing. “Uh… sorry.”

X raised a brow as he watched Brook grab a cup of coffee from the hospital cafeteria. “That will stunt your growth, you know,” he told her as she sat down. Brook snorted as she gave him a look. “First of all, that’s a myth,” she replied. “Second of all, I’m pretty sure I’ve already done that.” She used her hand to refer to her height, all four foot, nine inches of it. “And third of all,” she continued. “I’m tired of running off pure spite. I want caffeine, dammit.” X chuckled as he watched her pour a packet of hot chocolate mix into her cup. “Pretty sure hot chocolate has caffeine,” he argued. “So I don’t think the coffee was necessary.”

“It does, but nowhere near as much,”

“Then why grab it?”

Brook gave him yet another look. “Look, I may hate everything,” she explained as she mixed the contents of her drink single handedly. “But I don’t hate myself that much. Black coffee is gross”

This was definitely going to be an interesting two years.

As they made their way down the hallway towards the exit of the hospital, X noticed Brook was getting more and more nervous. He almost said something; but given her previous temperament, decided it wouldn’t be worth it. Continuing the pace, he nearly missed the moment when Brook had stopped. He looked back at her, and saw a panicked look on her face. Concerned, he walked back to her. “What is it” X asked. Brook shook her head, but kept her eyes focused on what was ahead of her. X followed her gaze; and saw that outside the building, through the glass doors and windows at its front, a massive crowd had gathered.

It didn’t surprise him, of course. The fact that the girl who had been illegally hunting Mavericks was made a ward of his would, of course, attract attention. Brook was aware of this as well, but seeing it in person was probably still a shock to her. She had already reacted poorly to the news of her exploits being known nationwide. “Come on,” X gently coaxed. “We have to get going.” Brook shook her head vehemently. “No, I’m not going out there,” she whispered. “I… I can’t. I won’t! Why the fuck are there so many people?!” X wanted to chastise her on her choices of words, but now wasn’t the best time. “I know” he said. “But we need to get out of here. We need to check in for our flight.”

“Can’t we go out a different exit?” she pleaded. “Or… or something? I don’t want to go out there!” X’s gaze softened. He remembered when Dr. Cain had first unearthed him; he hadn’t been particularly fond of the limelight either.

Brook watched as X seemed to deliberate between the two brands. Eventually, however she let out a groan and rolled her eyes. This was too painful to watch. “Just get this one,” she grumbled, grabbing the off-brand version. “There’s no difference between them except price. You’re literally just paying for the name.” X blinked as he took the proffered item. “I’m not really worried about the price,” he chuckled. “Well I am,” Brook muttered. “Why?” X asked, a bemused expression on his face. “It’s called ‘being pragmatic’,” she snipped. “Don’t waste any more money on me than you have to.” X sighed as his shoulders sagged. He fixed Brook with a hard stare. “What,” she deadpanned.

A knock at the door seemingly caught X by surprise. Guess he wasn’t expecting any visitors. “Brook, would you please get the door while I take care of this?” Brook sighed, placing her bag of groceries on the counter. “Yeah, yeah,” she grumbled, making her way to the entrance. Upon opening the door, she was greeted by another reploid; this one in navy armor with red accents, and bright, blue gems on both his chest plate and helmet. An ‘x’ shaped scar went across the bridge of his nose, and his hair was spiked up behind his helmet. He looked absolutely bewildered upon seeing Brook, quickly checking the number on the door. “Am… Am I in the wrong building?” he wondered out loud. “Oh, Axl,” X called from the kitchen. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”

‘Axl’, as he was now introduced, looked over towards where X was; having still not entered the apartment. “X, what the hell?!” he yelled. Brook snorted, opening the door wider and allowing him to enter. “No seriously,” Axl said, as he walked inside. “What the hell is with the kid?” X sighed as he walked into the living room. “Axl, this is Brook,” he introduced her. “I’m keeping an eye on her until further notice.”

“He kidnapped me,” Brook interjected. Axl let out a snort of amusement as X sent her a look. “Very funny,” he deadpanned. “No seriously,” she insisted. “I am very much here against my will. He kidnapped me out of America.” Axl laughed at that. “Oooh, this is going to be a good story,” he grinned.

“So exactly how many laws did you wind up breaking?” Axl grinned. “Uh…” Brook looked over at X with a pleading look. “I didn’t quite pay attention to the charges being read off.” X sighed before rattling them off. “Impersonation of a reploid, fifteen counts of purgery and identity fraud, one count of illegal firearm possession, three counts of illegal firearm modification, hunting without a license, and fishing without a license.”

Axl was silent for a minute, before slowly looking at Brook with awe written on his face. “Yeah,” drawled Brook. “You know, just a couple.” At this, he let out a howl of laughter, and not even X could keep the wry smile off his face.

It was too damn loud.

Brook was no stranger to noises and bumps in the night; staying aware of the possibility of bears was one of the many things that kept her alive, after all. But this? The constant car revving, honking, bass boosted assholes who felt the need to share their music tastes, and was that a freaking helicopter? Absolutely ridiculous. How the hell anyone was able to sleep was beyond her. Brook never thought that she’d miss the noisy chirps of cicadas, but here she was. At least they knew when to shut up.

Letting out a soft groan as she sat up on her bed, Brook turned on the lamp. Sleep was one hundred percent out of the question. She wished she ha the foresight to grab some sort of reading material. Heck, even a manual for any of the appliances would have been preferable. But alas, Brook had been so sure she’d be tired from all the travel that she would fall asleep instantly. Jokes on her.

She definitely was not going outside her room to grab something. She had a feeling X was a light sleeper. Or, whatever it was reploids did. …Did they sleep? Or… go into a recharge mode? Whatever. Brook didn’t care. Either way, she was not risking him asking what she was still doing up. He was way too nosy. So that left her to try and figure out something in her room to pass the time. She wished she had her phone, but alas. X had told her to leave it in the kitchen to charge. All in all, probably better for her sleeping habits; but maybe she should have fought harder for her first night.

Hind sight is twenty-twenty.

Looking around, Brook saw… nothing. There really wasn’t anything she could do to pass the time until dawn. She supposed she could work on unboxing; but knowing her, she’d probably get frustrated with something and wind up waking the entire building. Hard pass. A glance at the window reminded her of the existence of the fire escape. X had insisted that she take the room with access for her own safety. What with him being a reploid, he’d fair better in a fire anyways. The windows looked a bit rusty, but Brook figured she could probably find a way to quietly open them. She remembered sneaking out of her pervious foster parents’ house enough.

Quietly making her way off the bed and to the pane of glass, she looked for the latch. Upon finding it, she ducked down so that the pitiful light from her lamp would reach it better. It was a simple latch, requiring her to just flip the lever to the unlocked state. Problem was, again, the rust. It would probably take some finagling, but Brook was sure she could unlock it with minimum noise. Gripping the lever, she carefully, slowly, tried wiggling it from the lock position. Man, it was a good thing there wasn’t a fire right now. Granted, had there actually been a fire, she would be less considerate of the noise; but that was besides the point. The building owner really shouldn’t let their windows get like this in the first place. Biting her lip, she finally got to the midway point on the latch. Almost there.

And then she put a little too much oomph into the last little bit, causing the latch to unlock with a (relatively) loud squeak.

Freezing, she waited for the sound of footsteps to start towards her door. And yet… after a minute or so, they never started. Maybe the squeak had just been louder to Brook because she was already on edge. Letting out the breath she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding, Brook turned her attention back to the window. It was unlocked, but now came the fun part of trying to open it without making any noise. If the latch had been a pain, the frame probably wasn’t much better. Grabbing the ledge of the bottom rail, she gave it an experimental push. The pane moved, but yeah. It was going to be loud if she moved it too much. So, she waited a minute then gave another small push. And another. Until finally, Brook had opened it enough to squeeze herself out.

Puffing a bit with the exertion of trying to keep it all quiet, Brook quickly located a pair of shoes. She wasn’t going to be walking around a whole bunch, so she didn’t bother putting on socks. And thus, she made her way out onto the fire escape. The apartment X had was pretty high up; three floors from the top. Unfortunately though, the fire escape was facing the neighboring building. So Brook really couldn’t see anything from here. Looking up, she figured that maybe she could get to the roof from here. Surely it had to; maintenance workers would have to be able to quickly leave in the event of an emergency, after all. Grabbing onto the ladder, she quietly made her way up the platforms. Just because she couldn’t sleep didn’t mean she had to wake the entire building, after all. Plus, she really didn’t feel like getting caught so soon. A nosy neighbor would probably report her to the landlord within seconds if they noticed her climbing up or down the fire escape.

Upon reaching the top platform, Brook found one last ladder. But yeesh, this one was in far worse condition than anything else she had seen. Rust covered all the rungs, and she was pretty sure the very top one wouldn’t even hold her weight. Someone really ought to report that. But not her. She’d probably get in trouble if she so much as mentioned the window to X. Oh well. Brook had climbed worse things than rusty ladders. At least she was up to date on her tetanus shots.

Gripping the rung above her, she hoisted herself up onto the ladder and climbed. She made extra sure to avoid the last rung, however. Now was not the time to see if her assumption was correct or not. Upon dragging herself onto the roof, Brook brushed off her hands. She’d still probably have to wash them before seeing X next morning. Bleh. Taking in the scene around her, Brook had to admit it was… pretty cool. She could definitely see a lot more than just an alleyway. The buildings across the street were shorter than the apartment complex, so Brook could actually see a small chunk of Abel City.

Nearly every building was lit up reminded Brook of Christmas lights. She could also see the smaller, moving lights of cars in the distance as they made their way down the streets. (Dang, night shifts are brutal here, huh?) All the noises of the city were louder now, but at this point Brook had long since given up on getting any rest. But hey, that’s why she had come up here. Watching all the things making noise was a lot more entertaining than just listening to it. Eventually, the sound of another airborne vehicle passing caught her attention, causing her to look up.

And see no stars.

Brooks heart dropped at that. She knew there wouldn’t be any stars, but… well… seeing it in person hit a lot harder. And it… it hurt. Brook recalled when she and her mother used to sit outside on a blanket during the nights, occasionally. Even during winter. It was cold, but her mom used to bring out a thermos of hot chocolate during those evenings. And under the pale glow of the moon, she would point out all the constellations to Brook, telling the stories related to them that people had made up so long ago. Brook used to retell all of them to herself on the nights she couldn’t sleep those past five months. There had been plenty, after all.

But now, now there weren’t any stars. No stories for her to tell herself. Brook could feel the familiar pin-prick of tears at the corners of her eyes. Why did she have to be here? This isn’t where she belonged. Yet again, she couldn’t stop a sense of resentment towards X. What had she done to make him think this would be a good idea?

Holding her hand out to the bird, she let the pigeon eat some of the crumbs. Not too many, of course. Bread wasn’t very good for them. But she wasn’t going to eat the stale pieces, so it may as well go to something that would. Closing her hand once the small bird had eaten enough, she used her index finger to gently scratch at it’s head. Brook was surprised it allowed her to, but she figured feeding it was enough for it to decide she wasn’t a threat.

“So this is where you’ve been disappearing off to,” came a disappointed voice behind her. Brook’s shoulders drooped as she sighed. Of course he’d find her here. Turning around, she faced X. His arms were crossed, and he was giving her a disapproving glare. “Yep,” she deadpanned. “How did you even get up here?” he asked. Brook shrugged, looking down at the ground where another pigeon was pecking at her shoes. She threw down some more crumbs for it to eat. “Fire escape,” she muttered, when X made it clear he was not going to take her non-verbal answer. X let out a groan. “Brook, that is for emergencies,” he chastised. “Not for you to climb on whenever you want.” Brook rolled her eyes. “I’m aware of that, thanks,” she said “Besides, what’s it hurting?”

“It’s dangerous,” X argued. “What would happen if something broke or you fell off?”

“Then I guess it wasn’t up to code,” Brook snarked, tossing more crumbs onto the ground as more pigeons showed up. “If an eighty-five pound girl can’t go up or down it, better to find out now than during an actual emergency.” X fixed her with a look. She knew that look. It was the same one her foster parents used to give her whenever she made an… unsavory joke. Oh well. Better he figure it out now. Sighing, he looked at the crowd of birds flocking at her feel. “Is this what you do up here?” he asked. Shrugging again, she knelt down and let the pigeon that had been resting on her hand down onto the ground. “Sometimes,” she answered quietly. “Other times I just people watch.” X nodded. “Then you can do that in the park,” he said. “You’re not allowed to come up here again.” Brook gave him an incredulous look. “What?! Why the f- hell not?!” she exclaimed. “What am I hurting up here?”

“It’s not a matter of what you’re doing,” he told her. “Roof access is forbidden from tenants. Nobody is allowed up here except maintenance workers.” Brook glared at him. “You’re not in the country anymore," X continued, fixing her with yet another hard look. “There are rules, and you are expected to follow them. There will be consequences for breaking them. Now come on.” He held the door to the building open. Brook held her ground for a minute, before letting out a frustrated sound, scaring off half the pigeons. “I hate it here,” she snarled as she angrily flung the rest of the bread crumbs at the birds, causing the remaining ones to fly off. “I don’t want to be here.” X closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. “I know,” he quietly said. As Brook stomped her way to the door, she gave X another glare. “And I hate you,” she muttered, before pushing past him and running down the stairs.

#in which x adopts a feral child #be quiet bruggle #act one drabbles #some of these have been updated.#so give a read even if youve read them before lmao

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Start this entry with the previous night’s conversation about Silver Moon Company and then continue from there in order. Remy Talked about the company after writing the above entry and that day ended with Taelia using magic to put her to sleep, hence why it’s in this entry and not in the previous one. But start this one with how much she hates Kor’aas for yelling at her

I hate Kor’aas. I hate him! He’s awful, I don’t want to travel with him anymore! Gods, he’s so mean for no reason and he’s the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever met. He… Reminds me of father… Ugh, he’s EXACTLY like father! I hate this, it’s awful. Of all the people I’m stuck with I’m stuck with the one person who reminds me of the person I’m trying to get away from…

Just… Gods… All I was trying to do was ask if he’d seen Umbra. That’s all I wanted to do, and he just… Freaked out… I mean, I know I interrupted him. I shouldn’t have interrupted him, but was all that… Necessary? I just… I can’t… This morning has been so awkward, no one’s talking to each other and it’s all my fault. I should have just waited for Umbra to get back, I shouldn’t have bothered him.

It sucks, because last night seemed to be going so well. Taelia noticed I wasn’t doing so well and offered to heal me even more. After that we talked about their guild a bit more. Writing about that might help get my mind off things. Let’s see… After I finished talking to Morr I went back inside. I’d already let everyone know I was talking to my boss, so they didn’t have any questions when I told them I’d sent Umbra back to her to pick something up for me. Dandelion was happy the scroll he made for me worked and was happier to hear I would be joining them back to South City. He’s definitely the most sociable of everyone in the group.

Hearing about the guild was surprising. Apparently all three of them work for the Silver Moon Company which… I don’t know how I feel about that. See, on one hand they’re definitely the most reputable merchant’s guilds in Aestoria by a long shot. In terms of getting shipments to people on time, anyway. To the average person it’s a perfectly fine company, but I’m not an average person. Father used to order from them. A lot. And with his business being what it is, well… Let’s just say these people know how to source materials that aren’t generally allowed in the city.

I’ve always thought they were a little suspect considering they managed to get their hands on Wandercaps. Father LOVED using those instead of anestesia because you only had to eat an 8th of one for their effects to kick in. Gods, the kinds of things you see after eating one of those. You can’t move after eating one because your body goes into a trance, so you’re kinda just forced to sit and hope for the best. Last time I remember being forced to take them I kept seeing moths everywhere. Like… Crawling out of my wounds and out of people’s faces and flying everywhere all over the wall. I don’t like moths anymore.

But yeah they work for Silver Moon Company. Kor’aas has been working there the longest. I think he said three years? Dandelion has been working there a little over a year, and Taelia has been working there for three months. Makes me wonder why she’s the only one working directly under Tyvar. If he’s a higher ranking member of the company it’s weird she’s so new. But if he’s not it doesn’t make sense why Dandelion and Kor’aas are getting involved. Or… Am I overthinking this? All I know is father refused to work with anyone who’d been with them for less than two years. I wonder if Kor’aas has ever worked with him. It’d explain why he’s so horrible…

Once we finished talking I mentioned I was turning in early for the night. Taelia had healed me again, but her healing doesn’t really grant you energy, it just fixes your wounds. She was concerned about me not being able to sleep well because, well… Honestly, I wasn’t. I wasn’t doing well yesterday and I’m sure as the hells not doing any better today. Either way, she was concerned and offered to help me fall asleep. I’ll be honest, I had no idea what she was going to do. At first I said no and that I’d be fine. Surely the others were just as horrified. But… No. She was worried about me and she wasn’t letting up. So I let her do what she was going to do. It felt… Nice. She had me close my eyes and she placed her hand on my forehead. My body started feeling tingly and numb and heavy and then I woke up. She used a spell to make me sleep. I’m… That feels weird to me… But it was probably the best night’s sleep I ever had…

Of course something had to come along and ruin it. Umbra wasn’t there when I woke up, but everyone was awake so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. Maybe she had gotten back but wasn’t in the room. So I asked Dandelion and Taelia if they’d seen her. They hadn’t, and Dandelion told me to try asking Kor’aas. He was outside talking to… Someone. I don’t know who exactly. All I know is when I went out there I waited for him to be done speaking with whoever it was. You shouldn’t interrupt people. Me being there at all made him upset, though. His version of interrupting is different than what I’m used to…

Anyway he got really upset with me. He snapped that it was a private conversation and that I needed to wait. He yelled that I needed to be more considerate and that even a child knows not to interrupt. He did ask what was so important that I needed to barge in and I managed to ask if he’d seen Umbra and that… Made the situation worse. Honestly it was my fault. I should have had more faith in Umbra. She’s capable of handling herself, I shouldn’t have bothered him. I just don’t want him to yell at me again. He’s… Really intimidating…

I went back inside and I guess it was obvious something was wrong. I’m such a terrible liar, I wasn’t able to convince them everything was fine and it turned into this whole massive ordeal. The second Kor’aas came back in Dandelion made another untasteful joke about him talking with some secret lover, male or female, and asking who it was. He got angry we were trying to pry into his personal life and then Taelia yelled at him for being a hypocrite because we aren’t allowed to question his personal life but all he’s done is questioned ours. I don’t even remember what I said, I broke down. I remember being called a child and trying to apologize and… I don’t know. They just kept yelling at each other until eventually Taelia put a stop to it. How she did I don’t know.

It’s horrible. Everyone’s been all tense and quiet. We’ve been walking all day and the only time anyone else said anything was when Umbra came back with her new collar on. The thing Morr gave me to communicate with her is a magic gemstone that’s attached to a collar. I don’t know if she put it on the collar just so Umbra could bring it to me or if it’s supposed to stay there. The gem’s fixed in place pretty well, so I assume it’s supposed to stay on the collar. Either way I’d probably keep it on because it’s really pretty around Umbra’s neck. The gem is the same orange as she and Morr’s eyes and it has this nice mystical swirl thing inside of it. It’s nice. The group acknowledged Umbra had returned and after that we just… Left… No one’s said anything since. It’s… Horrible…

I’m writing this during my watch. Well, part of it. I wrote some before going to bed and decided to continue now because it’s better than sitting awake alone in the cold. Now that we’re actually on the way to South City we aren’t sleeping in the cabin. Thankfully it isn’t too cold out. I mean, it is, but not as cold as it was when I first ran away. Besides, now I have a bedroll and winter clothes and Umbra to keep me warm. I’m mostly worried about my hands. I guess shouldn’t be writing if that’s the case. The only gloves I have are too thick to write in so I had to take them off. Maybe it’d be best to end this off here. Besides, I should be keeping an eye out for danger. I just… Needed to vent my frustrations. Keeping all this bottled up wouldn’t do much good for me…

#lonechangeling #remythechangeling #dungeonsanddragons #faerun #roleplay #lonechangelingsjournal #creative writing #journal entry #fiction

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 220

There’s No Place Like Home/Listen

And we’re back!! I’m 36, I cannot be staying up til 4am hoping that and then celebrating that a singer will announce an album three time zones away. It completely fucked my everything for DAYS. I’m gonna have to do three days in a row with two episodes…it’s fine. This is fine.

“There’s No Place Like Home”

Plot Description: after Sam stumbles across a video of Charlie Bradbury attacking a district attorney, the brothers track her down to find out why she’s back from Oz

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I guess so? No one died…and I wouldn’t do anything to make Charlie mad like that

Dean, do you really think drinking green smoothies instead of eating burgers is going to fend off the effects of the mark?

OBSESSED with Dean wanting to go clean so as not to draw the attention of the mark but then still adds a blade to his personal arsenal. Are you kidding me?

Oh…this has to do with the accident that took Charlie’s parents from her

Dean’s so miserable on this diet

Wt ACTUAL FUCK has happened to Charlie??

HELLO?? A duplicate Charlie?? Mmm, this is her literally unleashed dark side

Sam, did you not hear the part where she’s all good Charlie? She can’t hack into someone else’s bank account

This feels like a bad plan…Dean’s a bit of an unstoppable and unstable killing machine, I can’t really trust that he’s not going to be able to refrain from slicing and dicing bad Charlie (which WILL hurt good Charlie)

I like this reasearch side plot they have Sam and good Charlie doing into fixing the key to go back to Oz. Hope it’s not all for nothing!!

UM. RUDE. You can’t tell how much money a person actually has by the clothes they choose to wear

I don’t trust bad Charlie, and I DEFINITELY don’t trust her handing Dean YET ANOTHER blade (even if she doesn’t know the effect it could have)

Yeah, I could have told you she’d stab him or at least find a way to kill the drunk driver

Excuse me?!?! The Wizard of Oz is this old Man of Letters dark side version?? This show is ridiculous

So…both bad and good Charlie are allowed to kill people?? And like blah blah greater good blah blah he forgave her but….she still very much killed him. That happened. Even if you don’t subscribe to a religion that follows the ten commandments, it’s still very much against the law for GOOD REASON.

Yeah, Dean forgot if you hurt one Charlie, you also hurt the other. Yeah, Dean. Think about how, even though she’s not dead, you literally have Charlie’s blood on your hands

Uggghhhhh the fact that she’s now scared of Dean is an unfortunate turn. It’s completely understandable but it SUCKS

Ok…she kinda got over that a little fast. But she also knows that Dean’s not gonna forgive himself for this

“Listen”

Plot Description: Ghosts of the past and future crowd into the lives of the Doctor and Clara

Doc, you need to get Clara back on this spaceship time machine. You’re going a little mad all by yourself, sweetie. Though, I suppose you’re not ACTUALLY all by yourself…SOMETHING wrote “listen” on that board

Omg this date is so awkward. You know…this should be a sign to never date someone you meet at work, but that’s like…all I’ve ever done, except once

Oh. This was a mistake. Watching this this close to bedtime…the whole what if you’re never really alone? What if there really is something living under your bed? What if everyone has that dream because it actually happened? But I know what’s under my bed. Storage bins with t-shirts and purses and the like

DOCTOR…why are we bringing Clara to meet herself since it could be so catastrophic?

Ah…it’s not her we’re meeting, it’s Danny, her coworker who she went out on a date with and was trying to call her when she was having her memories scanned by the TARDIS

This is a weirdly heavy handed episode…

Time travelers stop interacting with the child versions of your love interests challenge: impossible

Since when can the Doctor put people to sleep by touching their forehead???

Are people really that interested in what they look like from the back?? Clara just did it, it happened in a movie in [fandom redacted].

Ooooo now Clara’s striking out on her date with Danny…as the Doctor calls…you know, what if it’s not the Doctor?? Um what?? Ok, it wasn’t the Doctor but it WAS a descendant of Danny’s coming to collect Clara FOR the Doctor

Terrifying that the entire universe is dead but something out there still scares Orson

The Doctor’s “people skills” are “rusty” while asking Clara about her date

I was about to fall asleep (I’m still very tired)c but then something started knocking on the door to this time machine and/or space ship so omg I hate this so much. I don’t like feeling this scared. This is such a primal fear

Fuck. Flu away. Vworp vworp NOW.

Well NOW how far back did you go??? And why are you now …….. um what?? You’re now under the Doctor’s bed when he was a child?? Clara. You just became the reason everyone has that dream?? Are you kidding me?!?!

Holy shit. The barn Clara is meeting the Doctor as a child in is also the one where the War Doctor, Ten, and Eleven save Gallifrey in???

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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Chapter 3 (Duvanith)

Duvanith stared through the well-trodden ground of the streets of Neparāticue. The streets were alive with life now: Vendors selling their wares, residents of the Port out and about to grab breakfast or groceries for the day. She occasionally caught people’s feet breaking around her and Karoleena. She was almost sure they were also catching curious stares. This morning was probably the first time these people saw Karoleena out and about.

“Duvanith?” Karoleena asks; this breaks her concentration on the dirt road in front of her, and she wheels around to face the Princess of Castle Asker, who had stopped in the middle of a market street.

“Yeah?”

“Why haven’t you told me anything about what you did in the jungle?” Karoleena asks; Duvanith could feel the hurt in her voice. Curious onlookers going about their errands snuck glances and whispers between each other from the market stalls around them.

“Can we not do this here?” Duvanith asks, waving Karoleena on; she was half expecting her not to budge, demanding an answer by way of lack of participation. She nevertheless relents and continues following.

“Cole said you fought some magically corrupted leader on top of a kuh-wel-.”

“A Cuepeltlill. Yeah,” Duvanith corrects and quickly dismisses.

“How long had you known Mwaxanare at this point, or is that where you met?”

Duvanith’s stomach flips. Did she mean ‘met’ or ‘met’? As little as she had relayed to Karoleena with regards to her time in the jungle, she had shared even less about the specifics of her and Mwaxanare’s relationship, Partly on account of being currently hazy on the details herself and that haziness being directly related to Karoleenas presence here and then also in part to the root of those ‘Imperial Decent Standards’ and the questions that may get invited by being honest.

Duvanith probably should have been at least more upfront with Karoleena on what was going on with the Port, who she was concerning the Port and the fact that the operation to storm the Ashsnap’s manor was done directly on Writ from her mother to get some Ilmerryite to raise her father. She felt that sharing too much would have been some betrayal of Mwaxanare, which in turn led to this situation.

‘Absolutely, not even arguably, worse,’ She thinks to herself.

“We knew each other on and off for a few months before that.” Duvanith summarizes.

“What were you doing out in the jungle? Why did you go it had to have been dangerous.”

“Karoleena, look at me.” Without turning to deliver the line, she motions down to her equipment and the blood stains on her clothes. “Dangerous is what I do now.”

It was a pronounced skirt of her question, but Karoleena seemed to let it go.

“You should tell me about it before I leave,” Karoleena offers. “You might not have an AOR Book, but fighting three hundred feet up on a stone tower is some Landier brother action if I’ve ever heard it.” There was once again Karoleena’s trademark air of sweetness to the delivery here; between her emotions at the start of the conversation to the sweet delivery of that ask, Duvanith felt like she was trying to get more involved, trying to be friends again, maybe even trying to apply a ‘thank you’ or ‘I’m sorry’ to everything that had happened since Rackhallow, the niceties didn’t fix the geopolitical nightmare they found themselves in.

They turn into Wacuīchextell Cuimācnāl’s wide entrance, the guards flanking the door issuing a salute, pulling their tepoztopilli close into their chests, the Champion’s salute, in place of extending them outwards in the Queen Salute.

She didn’t see it very often, probably more-so since Karoleena’s arrival than any other time since being able to be up and walking around; before current events, they generally came and went from Wacuīchextell Cuimācnāl together.

She guides Karoleena towards Mwaxanare’s office; peeking around the door jam, she sees Mwaxanare scratching away with a quill on some documents with bifurcated areas on it with each side bearing a precise location for an authorizing seal.

She knocks.

Mwaxanare lifts her head and quill in tandem, only turning slightly to look at them, observing them more from her side-eye.

“Anything?” She finally asks.

“I think so,” Duvanith steps into the doorway; Mwaxanare makes a shooing motion with her quill as though to ‘dust’ her out of the way with the soft-looking feather. “I want to hear it from her.” She says, allowing the soft end of her quill’s plumage to come to rest at Karoleena.

Duvanith gives Mwaxanare a frustrated scowl. It didn’t matter which of the two of them the information came from; it was just like the food at their lunches, and in some parts, asking her to agree to bring a trade deal to her father or questioning the Gearpilot.

Mwaxanare was going out of her way to make Karoleena uncomfortable.

Karoleena steps forward, issuing a small wave from the hip. Duvanith winces, realizing it was almost an echo of one of her mannerisms, albeit she lifted her hand higher these days; Madam Keentree had always instructed them not to bring their waves to chest height to keep the boys on the other side of the Court’s ‘eyes decent,’ which was generally preposterous on account of it shouldn’t be on the girls in Court to do that and doubly incomprehensible for Duvanith as she then, nor now, had nothing to see in that vicinity.

“Whatever was going on was a bizarre arrangement, Queen Mwaxanare.”

‘Conducting business using Titles, well done.’ Duvanitht thinks to herself, listening intently. Karoleena, of course, knew to do that, but their lunches had been informal for weeks at this point.

“How so?” Mwaxanare returns to scratching away at the forum document in front of her. Duvanith leaned in slightly to get a better view of it.

It was an export document of some kind.

“Caleb, Gearpilot Beckwith,” she corrects, “Was sent here on an incomplete Writ and had been using his Warmachine to load crates onto unflagged ships.”

“Sorry Writ?” Mwaxanare asks as she deposits her quill back into its inkwell and extends the document to Duvanith. “Rip that.” She instructed. Duvanith takes the paper from her, looks at the center dividing line, and carefully folds it.

“Yes, a Writ, Agents of the Crown get them Gearpilots, Arbiters, Airship Captains. Usually, they bear a specific scope of duties, responsibilities, duration-” Karoleena listed, but Mwaxanare cut her off.

“And using a Warmachine to do such menial work, irregular.”

“Or these crates were damn heavy.” Duvanith points out as she carefully uses the edge of Mwaxanare’s desk to execute her planned rip along the paper’s new fold.

“Right, Cabal, maybe?” Mwaxanare offers. Karoleena rolls her eyes at this sentient once more.

“I doubt it. How would they get a Warmachine, let alone one on Writ with a Gearpilot.” The Princess offered back. “A Writ that otherwise looked official.”

“Did he say what was in the crates?” Mwaxanare asks, inspecting the rip line of her export document.

“Just that they were coming from the Jungle,” Karoleena says, a bit of apology coupled with the statement.

Mwaxanare tucks the export document into a leather folio on the table and pulls its shoulder strap again. Duvanith knew what came next as Mwaxanare leveled her eyes squarely at her.

“Get Clokz, we’re going back to see if we can find where they are coming from.”

“Alright,” Duvanith says reluctantly.

‘Four teleports in a single day, I’m gonna hurl.’ However, there was always staying in the old abandoned Port for the night and getting a fresh ride back tomorrow.

Two woefully unappealing options.

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A Happy Mistake

AN - This is one I wrote form my Creative writing class. Title's probably temporary. Also, the main character (Cass) is a trans man mot taking any sort of testosterone. That's how he's able to have a child. Pretty sure it's obvious, but I'm putting it here JIC. I really have no idea how that works, so I hope I got it right. Hope I don't offend anyone.

TW: Kidnapping, Mpreg(Character's trans), Poly relationship between 3 men, infertility(Mentioned), abandonment by parental figures,

I can't think of any more TWs. If I missed any, plz let me know in the comments. Enjoy!

Cass

I was hanging out with Sally and Mark, my friends, watching a movie when Sally suddenly paused it.

“There’s a reason I called you over here today.” Sally said, looking over at me. Her husband Mark, who was sitting on my other side, scooted in closer to me. “It was not just to have you over to hang out with us.”

“Really?” I leaned forward, eager to hear what they had to say. “What is it?”

“Well.” She looked embarrassed. “It turns out that I’m infertile. Mark and I cannot have kids on our own.”

“What?” I took her hand. “Sally , I’m sorry. I know how much you wanted kids.”

“We have another option.” Mark said. “We’ve thought a lot about it, but we’re going to need your help in order to do it.”

“Oh?” I turned to look at Mark, noticing how, with the way they were sitting, they were basically cornering me. “W-what is it?”

“We want you to carry our baby!” Sally exclaimed, oblivious to my unease. “Think about it, it’ll be perfect. It’s not like you ever intend to use your womb, and you don’t take testosterone, so it should still work. You’ll be helping us achieve our dream.”

“I don’t take testosterone because I don’t like how it makes me feel.” I retorted. “And I still have a choice in this, right?”

“Of course.” Sally soothed. “This is completely up to you.”

“Well…” I shifted. “First of all, I want it written out in a contract that you want the kid. I don’t want you to back out and leave me a kid that I don’t want or need. Second, I do not want to have sex with your husband. We will be going to a fertility clinic.”

“Okay.” Sally nodded. “Deal.”

Time skip - 9 months

Sally, Mark and I got a contract written up that they have to take the baby. Then we went to the clinic and I went home that day pregnant.

Sally and Mark took care of some of the things I needed done while I was pregnant, and I took off of my job as I got closer to the due date. Ironically, I was with Sally and Mark when my water broke. They drove me to the hospital, where I gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

“Here are your friends.” The doctor said, opening the door and allowing in Sally and Mike.

“Oh my god, Cass, I-” Sally stopped, eyes fixed on the baby. “Is that her?” She asked. Her voice sounded odd.

“Actually, it’s a boy.” I smiled, holding him out to her. “Here, why don’t you hold your son?”

To my surprise, Sally backed away. “It’s a boy?” She croaked.

Confused, I nodded. “Um, yes?” I turned to Mike, trying to offer the baby to him. “Is that a problem?”

Mark nodded. “We-we wanted a daughter.” He said.

I blinked. “Well, you have a son.” I pointed out. “Either way, you still have a kid.”

“No.” Sally’s cold response took me by surprise. “No, we don’t. We don’t have a kid.”

“What?” asked, confused. “Yes, you do. This is your son. You signed a contract.”

“Yeah, we did.” Mark glared at me. “All three of us. And that contract said that we could reject the baby for any reason. Honestly, did you even read the fine print?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hissed. “You told me you’d be taking this baby. You said you wanted it.”

“Well, we changed our minds.” Sally shot back. “So do whatever you want with it. We want no part of this.”

They left the room, leaving me alone with the baby who, sensing my distress (and the slamming of the door) woke up and began to cry.

“Shh, Shh.” I tried. “Baby, come on.”

But the kid continued to wail. And I was soon fighting tears myself. What was I going to do?

“I don’t think the best place for you is the system.” I said. Trying desperately to talk myself through it. “It’s horrible there. But I don’t know what else to do. I-I’m not equipped to take care of a baby. And despite what Sally and Mark seem to think, you don’t deserve to be abandoned onto someone else just because I don’t want you.”

The baby stopped crying then, and looked up at me. There was so much love in his eyes that I could not help but smile at him. He reached up and touched my face with his tiny hand.

All thoughts of giving him up left my mind, and my heart constricted at the thought of him being taken from me. I clung to him tighter.

“Don’t worry, kiddo.” I whispered. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Time skip - 2 days

When I was discharged, I was able to call Jakob, one of Sally’s and I’s mutual friends, and have him pick me up. I told him what happened on the way home, and Jakob told me he thought Sally and Mark were being unfair, and that he and the rest of our friends would help me with anything I needed.

I named my baby Lynn, and we ended up having to move in with Jakob and his boyfriend Jason because I needed babysitters, and Jason didn’t work. I finally managed to get back to work when Lynn was weaned at about six months. It was a few months later when I realized how special my baby was.

“Mama.” I jumped, turning around wildly. I had been in the kitchen alone with just Lynn for company. But Lynn wasn’t old enough to be speaking - he was only nine months old.

“Who said that?” I asked, wary. When no one responded, I concluded I had imagined it and turned back to the dishes.

“Mama.” I turned around again, but it was still only Lynn that I saw, playing with his toys. Who in the hell?

“Hello?” I called. Lynn looked at me.

“Mama?” Lynn said. I was so shocked I dropped the plate I was holding, letting it fall into the sink. “Lynn?” I choked. “Li, baby, was that you?”

Lynn held out his hands, a stubborn frown on his face. “Mama.” He repeated. “Hungry.”

I stared at him, jaw hanging open. “Lynn!” I scooped him up and raced from the room. “JASON! JAKOB! LYNN SPOKE! HE’S TALKING!”

Jason and Jakob came barreling out of the garage, Jason’s shirt covered in oil. They stared at Lynn, eyes wide. “”Lynn?” Jakob asked, disbelieving. “He’s 9 months old - that’s too young.”

“I know.” I said. “But I saw him talk. He definitely spoke.”

Jason knelt to get eye-level with Lynn. “Li. Did you talk to Mommy?”

In response, Lynn pointed at Jason. “Dada.” He said.

The three of us went into utter chaos, screaming and jumping up and down in excitement. Lynn covered his ears and began to cry. “Stop, Stop!” He shouts. “Don’t like!”

Within a second, the three of us were calm and I was shushing Lynn as he screamed.

“I’m going to go shower.” Jason fled up the stairs, followed by Jakob. A second later, I could hear two of the showers running. Smiling at Lynn, I went back into the kitchen to get him something to eat. It was almost time for his nap, and he slept better on a full stomach.

Timeskip - 3 months

By the time Lynn’s next doctor's appointment rolled around at a year old, Lynn was starting to read, and was getting through some larger words. We hired a high school student named Drake to tutor him in certain subjects when he got to the age of 5. During that time, Jakob, Jason and I got married, and we’re living very happily together.

On Lynns first day of elementary school, when he was seven years old, I received some unexpected visitors.

“Sally? Mark?” I opened the door, shocked, to see them standing on my doorstep, looking into the house. “What are you guys doing here? I thought you two skipped town after-” I stopped, gaze hardening, and I switched to glaring at them. “Never mind. What do you want?”

Sally smiled. “Cass, hi.” She said, “Can we come in?”

I opened the door and let them in.”Lynn’s at school.” I said. “Jakobs at work, and Jason had to run out to get a part to fix the car.”

“Lynn?” Mark asked. “Who’s Lynn?”

My eyes narrowed. “Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s my son.”

Sally’s eyes widened. “You have a son?” I asked, “Since when?”

“Since the day you abandoned me at the hospital with a newborn.” I replied.

Sally and Mark exchanged glances, then turned to me. “Look, about that-”

I interrupted. “I don’t want to hear it.” I snapped. “You abandoned me at the hospital with a baby, leaving me with no way home, and no way to care for a baby. I was lucky that our friends sided with me, otherwise I would have been on the street. And when I finally get back on my feet, and I have people who love and care for me, you show up back into my life, for whatever reason, on my day off.” I round the counter in the kitchen to continue working on the cookies for Lynn to take to school tomorrow. “Why are you here?”

"We want our son.” Mark replied. “You’ve kept him for us, and we are very thankful for that. But it’s time he comes with his real mother and father. We’re ready to raise him.”

I could not believe what these two idiots was saying. “I’m sorry.” I said. “You did not just say that you were ready to raise the kid you abandoned for me to raise.”

“Of course we did.” Sally cut in. “We’re aware the way we handled the situation wasn’t the best way to handle it. We really should have-”

"What should you have done?” I shouted. “You said you didn’t want him, so you are not getting him. He’s mine.”

The front door opened, and Jason’s voice drifted into where we were sitting in the kitchen. “Alright, so your mother might still be gone, so we can watch-” Jason stopped at the door to the kitchen, holding Lynn and a bag hanging off of his arm. “Uh.” He said, seeing the look on my face. “I can explain?”

"Oh, you better be able to.” I growled. “Why is he out of school?”

“Ah.” Jason looked embarrassed. “I’m not entirely sure. Lynn, go explain to your mother why you are not in class?”

Lynn climbed down from Jason and padded over to me. However, Sally and Mark stepped in between them.

“Hi, baby.” Sally cooed. “Could you tell me why you’re not in class?”

Lynn stopped, warily eyeing them. “Mother.” He said. “Who are these ignoramuses?”

“Old ex-friends of mine.” I said, coming around the other side of the free-standing island. “Now, kindly explain why you’re not in school where you're supposed to be?”

Lynn walked over to me, and I scooped him up as he sniffed disdainfully. “Everyone is too stupid. They’re treating me like I’m at the same level of my peers. Clearly I am mentally superior to those simpletons.” Lynn sniffed. “So, I procured some chemicals and mixed a harmless solution except for its gaseous results, and when the school evacuated, I procured a car, then went to find Drake. Getting into his school proved to be tiresome, as did finding him, but I succeeded.” He puffed out his chest with pride. “Are you proud of me, Mother?”

“For the record.” Drake stepped out from behind my husband. “I had nothing to do with this.”

I was… shook to say the least, but I smiled. “Sweetheart.” I said. “You are going to be apologizing to the people at both schools, and whoever's car you stole. Not to mention your classmates and teachers. Understand?”

Lynn sighed, but nodded. “Okay.” He said. “Can I stay here with Drake?”

“Uh, no.” I said. “Your father is going to take you back to the school, and you are going to apologize. I have something I need to take care of here.”

“Alright.” Lynn pouted as I passed him back to Jason, and they left. Drake hung around, but I ignored him.

“Here’s the deal.” I said to Sally and Mark. “This is the only time I’m going to tell you this, but stay away from me and my family. If you come near any of us again, I’m calling the cops. Got it?”

Sally grit her teeth, but her husband nodded. “Alright.” He said. “We’re leaving.”

The two walked out the door. I had a bad feeling I’d be seeing them again before long.

Timeskip - IDK how long

On our third anniversary, Jakob took Jason and I out to dinner to celebrate our marriage. Lynn was supposed to stay with Drake and his boyfriend Adrian. Drake had been happy to look after him - tutoring Lynn was helping him get in his tutoring hours for the scholarships he wanted to apply for.

When we got home, the police were outside of our house, sirens whining.

“What the fuck?” Jakob asked, pulling the car up on the street. “What is going on?”

I got out of the car and went up to the house, but I was stopped by an officer. “Excuse me sir.” The officer muttered. “But you’re going to have to stay back. This is a crime scene.”

“This is also my house.” I growled. “My son is in there. Let me pass.”

The officer turned beet red, and he let me pass. Jason and Jakob caught up with me as I stalked toward the house. Adrian was standing outside, surrounded by cops as one interviewed him. Drake and Lynn were nowhere to be seen.

“Adrian!” I ran over, drawing his attention. “Where’s Drake and Lynn?”

Adrian burst into tears. “I’m sorry!” He sobbed. “I- it’s my fault they’ve been kidnapped!”

My insides turned to ice. “What.” I hissed. “Kidnapped? By who? And why?”

“I-I didn’t know them!” He sobbed. “They came to the door, and Drake was busy with Lynn, so I went to answer it. They barged in and demanded to see their son. They grabbed him and were going to leave when Drake tried to stop them. I tried to help him, but got knocked into a corner of the wall, and hit my head. When I woke up, they were gone.”

I stumbled, nearly falling over. “Oh my god.” I choked. “They-Lynn’s just a kid, and Drake is-” I grabbed my lovers’ hands and looked at the cop. “Have you found anything?”

“We have DNA, and a physical description.” He said. “We’d have more if we could access your security cameras.”

“Of course.” Jason led them into the house. I followed. “The room is this way.” He said, opening the door. He quickly took a seat and logged into the computer, pulling up the footage.

“This’ll be the stuff from tonight.” He said, playing it.

We watched as a car pulled up, two people got out, then barged their way into our house. A minute later, they emerged. The smaller one was holding onto Lynn, as he struggled. The larger one had a hold of a bound Drake. Lynn was buckled into a carseat, and Drake was thrown in the trunk, and the car drove off. A little bit later, Adrian stumbled out of the house, the side of his head covered with blood and on the phone.

“That’s when he called 911.” The cop said. “And we came over.”

“I know that car.” I said. “That’s Sally and Mark’s car. They were the ones that took them.”

“Who?” The detective asked.

Jason explained, and I clung to the chair, trying not to pass out.

“Wait!” I jumped, having not noticed Adrian come in. “Drake still has his phone, we can track them using that!”

I spun around to see him holding his phone. “Drake and I have this app that we can track each other's location on.” He pulled it up on his phone, and I leaned over to look as he pulled it up. “He’s at an apartment complex.” Adrian showed us the phone, which had Drake’s icon flashing at a familiar building.

“That’s Sally and Mark's old apartment building.” I said. “We know where they are, we need to go get my son.”

“Yeah.” Adrian hissed. “And my boyfriend.”

“Uh, no.” The detective said. “You are injured.” To Adrian. “And you three are emotionally involved.” To my husbands and I. “We need clear heads coming up with a clear plan if we want any chance to rescue them.”

Before any of us could object, Adrians phone rang. Seeing as I held it at that moment, I looked down.

“It’s Drake!” I went to answer it, but the detective grabbed my wrist.

“Give it back to the kid.” He said. “He can answer it. That’s what they’re expecting.”

I handed the phone to Adrian, and he answered it. “Hello? Drake, are you there?” He asked.

“Help us!” Drake sobbed. “Lynn and I are locked in the bathroom, and they’re trying to get in!”

“Drake!” Adrian cried. “Deedee, we’re coming.”

“Please!” Drake screamed. “These two are psycho. Lynn and I are scared. Please, Addi. I just want you to save me.”

I ran out the door to our car. The detective ran after me, closely tailed by Adrian and my husbands. We got in the car, and I floored it out of there. We got across town to Sally and Mark's old apartment. I got out of the car and flew up the stairs, fiddling with my key ring, looking for the keys to the apartment. Thank you, Sally, for never getting your key from me.

When I burst into the apartment, I saw Sally and Mike trying to force the door to the bathroom open. Rushing over, I push them away. “Get away from my sons!” I shouted.

Sally and Mark recoiled, shocked. Mark was holding a crowbar, and the door showed signs of being forced. I turned, keeping my body between them and that door keeping my kids safe. “If you want them.” I hissed. “You’ll have to go through me.”

Sally’s gaze hardened. “Fine.” She turned to Mark. “Kill him.”

Mark raised the crowbar, then brought it down towards me. I threw my hands up over my head and braced for pain.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” Jason roared, and there was a grunt as someone slammed into Mark, tackling him to the ground.

I slid smoothly into Jakobs arms as Jason pulled back to punch Mark in the face. The detective detained Sally, then approached Jason and Mark.

“Sir! Please get back!” The detective tried to separate them, but failed.

“Jason!” I grabbed his arm, and made him look at me. “I’m okay.” I said, taking his face in my hands. “I promise I’m okay.”

Jason's hands circled my wrists as he got up. “Cassie.” He said. “Cassie, you’re okay.”

He hugged me, and I was quite happy to reciprocate. Jakob’s arms surrounded us, and when I felt two people wriggle into our hug, I welcomed them.

“Thanks Cass.” Drake murmured into my chest. “But about what you said…”

“I was not kidding.” I said, pulling back to see them. “I was going to surprise you with this, but the three of us were planning on adopting you.We heard about your parents giving you up, and we thought that maybe we would adopt you. Lynn adores you, and we do as well.”

Drake stared at us in shock. “O-oh my god.” He choked. “Thank you. Thank you so much!”

“And another thing.” I added. “Other than Drake, we are getting a new addition to the family.” I place my hands on my stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

The four stared at me in shock and excitement. “You stepped in between a crazy person and a door while carrying our child?” Jason asked quietly. “You’re so brave. Crazy, but brave.”

“Agreed.” Lynn sniffed. “I shall begin drawing up a regiment of foods appropriate for different stages of pregnancy, and they will be implemented into our meals.” He glared at his fathers. “They will be implemented. Less fast food.”

I chuckled, pulling my son up to rest on my hip. “Come on, guys.” I said, “Let’s go home.”

End.

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