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legit9thlunaticwarrior · 2 years

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i do the thing, i do not say sorry for the thing. i couldnt resist using the nickname of kitten

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‘Only You’ MJF (Max) x fem!reader

^the pinnacle decided to go to a bar one night. little did they know, their leader has a soft spot for one certain girl^

- just letting everyone know; im high as i write this - ‘the other side’ from the greatest showman; max doing zac efron’s parts, reader doing hugh jackman’s parts - cash wheeler (daniel), dax harwood (david), shawn spears (ronnie) - vortex is another life is strange reference bc i have zero creativity - Y/N/N - your nickname - ‘donna headcanons shit’

Y/N POV:

Normally, I wasn’t one to join the guys of The Pinnacle when they went out to bars or clubs; but when Ronnie mentioned a certain bar, I knew I had to go! Vortex wasn’t any other bar: it was a karaoke bar. “Y/N, you never go out with us. Why now?” Daniel asked me as I fixed my earrings. I knew I couldn’t tell him so, “Just wanted to try something different.” I grabbed my purse and we met the others in the lobby. Max immediately glued himself to my side per usual. Since joining the group, I had grown closest to him. As tacky as it sounds, I got to know the real him. Under the fancy suits, weird scarf, arrogance, and downright mean persona; there was a sweet, gentle, quite shy man. We would have our secret meetings of just the two of us. Making dinner together, movie marathons, cuddles with Piper; but what I wanted most was for it to be more than secret. Truth be told, I had fallen madly in love with him.

We had made it to the bar and got situated with drinks. As soon as a woman I assumed was the DJ said the mic was open for karaoke, all four men looked at me. “Y/N/N, did you only come because it was a karaoke bar?” David asked. “Mayybee?” Ronnie cut in, “It’s not so bad. We can hear some drunk people try to sing.” I looked over the little book on the table of the songs you could perform. My eyes saw one of Max and I’s favorites. “Maxie look! Please can we sing it?” He looked at where I was pointing, “Not here. You know I don’t do that in front of anyone else but you.” I gave him my begging eyes and it was only a matter of time before he cracked. The reason he didn’t sing in front of people wasn’t to keep up his image; it was because of how he was picked on for it. When we got to a certain point in our friendship, he opened up about it.

Two hours had passed and Max leaned over to whisper in my ear, “One song, kitten.” I turned to him excitedly and kissed his cheek. I got up to tell the DJ what song we were going to sing and Max came up behind me. “Ready?” “Always when I sing with you.” The song started and we sang it like we did a million times before. Though the song wasn’t romantic, Max’s charm had me hooked. From where I was standing, I saw Daniel filming us. When we reached the end of the song where the chorus was sung together, Max grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. The song ended and he whispered, “My Greatest Show Woman.” and led me off the stage. Max went back to the table as I went to the bar for another drink. As I waited for the bartender to finish with the people that ordered before me, a random man came up to me “Beautiful singing up there. Well, not as beautiful as you.” I smiled and thanked him for the compliment to be nice but he kept going, “How about we get out of here and I show you a good time?” “No thank you. I’m here with people.” He scoffed, “Yeah I saw who you sang with. I don’t think he can please you like I can.” he put his hand on my lower back and I fought back. “Get your fucking hands off me!” “Woah sweetheart, chill” I felt another set of hands on my arms but when I smelled the cologne, I knew I was safe. “Is this guy bothering you baby?” Max asked me. I nodded. “I suggest you back off my girl before I make you back off.” This time, it was my turn to whisper to him, “Can we go back to the hotel?” he nodded and the two of us left after letting the rest of the group know.

“Y/N, are you okay? You haven’t said anything since we left.” I shrugged, “Guess a little shaken up. I toss people around a ring for a living and I got scared of some jackass?” He stopped me from walking any further, “Don’t start that. That schmuck put his hands on you, and I won’t let it happen again.” I looked up at him and leaned in, finally kissing him after all this time. His hands went to the sides of my face as he deepened it. His lips sent electricity through my body and I felt like I was floating. I felt a little bummed when he pulled away. “I assume you’ve wanted to do that for a while?” Giggling, “Since the first time I stayed the night with you.” He looked into my eyes, “Soo, does this mean I can finally call you my girlfriend and tell you I love you?” Excitedly, I rushed to kiss him again. “Does that answer your question?” “Yes. Yes it does.” He rested his forehead on mine, “I mean it, I love you Y/N.” I bit my lip, “I love you too, Maxie.” “Only you can call me that, kitten.” he said as we continued walking back to the hotel, hand in hand.

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cosmotographer · 4 years

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Introduction

Something that I had missed this year was going on an annual trip with Amy and to say that we had cabin fever would be an understatement as most of our travel plans this year were cancelled due to COVID, but that didn’t stop us to plan and scheme a safe trip somewhere. While Amy and I had made plans in the past, most of our trips were canceled at the last minute due to COVID (I’m looking at you Rehoboth Beach), therefore we never really had a chance to go anywhere other than little day trips.

The same thing almost happened to our trip to Asheville, North Carolina.

I’ve been researching a good amount on the current state of affairs in this small mountain town through Reddit and their official website. Apparently the locals were pretty vocal about their displeasure of tourists that completely ignored wearing their face masks around town and after seeing it in person over the weekend, I have to agree that Asheville has issues with people following safety protocols and I’ll get to that later in the essay. Despite the negative feedbacks I’ve received from the locals, Amy and I decided against canceling another trip and we were fully committed as we drove for seven hours deep inside the Blue Ridge Mountains. After spending a couple of days in town, I’m happy to say that it was worth the trip.

Asheville, North Carolina

I vividly remember visiting the little mountain town back in August 2015 during a bachelor’s party trip and it was one of most underrated trips I’ve ever been on. The gorgeous scenery deep within the Blue Ridge Mountains, the amazing food and the hole in the wall shops bring life and charm to this mostly touristy town (services industry). Downtown is a comparatively small town with only a population of just over 90,000 people, but the region itself has over 424,000 residents as of 2010 and currently the third largest city in the state, behind Wilmington and Charlotte.

Downtown Asheville

Downtown

Most of the energy and vibes is of course, downtown, but the interesting thing about downtown Asheville was that everything was within 1-2 mile from the center of town, therefore everything was relatively easy to walk to. From the shops to the bustling micro-breweries all over the perimeter of downtown, you could leave your hotel room or AirBNB and you could find something within a stone throw away. We strategically stayed at the famous Cambria hotel in the middle of downtown, which proved to be a wise choice as there were several occasions when Amy and I had to go back to our hotel room to either use the restroom, take a break and recharge before our next adventure.

Cambria Hotel Lobby

One of many tourists

One of many street vendors. This one was outside our hotel.

What their official site and travel brochures do not tell you, however, is that there is a large number of poverty in the town as small as Asheville. You can walk for blocks and every block has a homeless person sitting in front of an empty store that was hit hard due to the lack of foot traffic from tourists as COVID had hit this town pretty hard.

Public benches were mostly occupied

Despite the hardships of the town folks, their attitude showed anything but negativity as the natives of the town were some of the nicest people we’ve ever met. We were always greeted with a friendly smile and hospitality that you would expect in the South.

A friendly stranger we had met during breakfast at our hotel.

One of many street performers

The Food Scene

It wouldn’t be much of a Amy and Tae adventure if we didn’t talk about the food and drinks of every place that we visit, and if you love both, then Asheville has your covered as the town is absolutely loaded with independent restaurants and breweries to keep you (and your stomach) busy. From small coffee shops, donut, bagels, biscuits and gravy to candy stores, there is no shortage of weight gaining opportunities that await.

Vortex Donuts

This small street alone has 8 restaurants like a little European town

Detour: Twin Leaf Brewery

After a seven hour drive from home, Amy and I were famished and thirsty for drinks. We walked down toward the Southern Slope of downtown Asheville and noticed that there were no shortages of breweries within half a miles from our hotel. Unfortunately due to COVID, all the breweries were at half capacity, therefore there were long lines for those thirsty customers that need to sip on some delicious sweet nectar from the gods.

The first one that we had visited was Twin Leaf Brewery, located…well pretty much next to all the other breweries on the street that span for several blocks.

The thing about breweries in general, is that they all do the same thing, but you go in for what makes them original. Otherwise, they’re just glorified bars with overpriced beers. I’m please to say that Asheville had some of the best beers I’ve ever had and if you’re a beer lover, a couple of days in town is not enough to visit every brewery that the town has to offer.

Twin Leaf Brewery

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Twin Leaf Brewery was actually a our “holding pattern” brewery as Amy and I had reservations at the Wicked Weed Funkatorium across the street for dinner, but we do plan on return to Twin Leaf Brewery again.

Wicked Weed Brewery

Our neighbors at our dinner table

A great way to celebrate the end Day One of our trip

He loved to hang with us

Looking Glass Falls

Looking Glass Falls is one numerous waterfalls you can visit in the Blue Ridge Mountains and it also happens to be one of the most popular in North Carolina. As it’s less than an hour drive from downtown Asheville, it’s also one of the most accessible since it doesn’t require a long hike to reach the falls. Located deep inside the Pigsah National Forest, the name “Looking Glass” comes from Looking Glass Rock, where water freezes on its sides in the winter and then glistens in the sunlight like a mirror or looking glass, which I’ve only seen in photos but I don’t doubt that it’s beautiful to see during the winter season.

Looking Glass Falls

Unfortunately, not a single person was practicing social distancing and some weren’t even wearing masks.

Being the designated photographer, this was a tricky shot to pull off

Behind the Scenes

To take advantage of the drive out here and to take photos of this beautiful scenery, I took a lot of risk carrying my [eafl id=”6182″ name=”Leica M10-P” text=”Leica M10-P”] paired with the [eafl id=”5270″ name=”Leica Summilux-M 35mm f/1.4 ASPH FLE” text=”Summilux-M 35mm FLE”] through the slippery rocks. I eventually took my shoes off completely and left them on one of the river rocks while I stowed Amy’s hiking shoes securely onto my backpack. I then trekked barefoot through the shallow (albeit cold) waters to find a composition that didn’t have random people in the frame.

This was quite nerve wracking when you have over $14,000 worth of camera gear slung across your neck with a 30 pound backpack loaded with miscellaneous travel gear.

I know Leica cameras are legendary for their robust gear, but I would still take the fall (pun intended) and sacrifice getting wet over dunking my camera in the water, or worse, fall on the rocks.

Amy was able to take this shot after precariously handing my camera to her – very rarely do I get my photo taken

The part of the falls was very packed with tourists and locals alike and if I had to do it all over again, I would go earlier in the day when there are less people because the one wooden staircase leading down to the waterfall was very narrow. This made it a little tricky to navigate between the crowd, whom were completely not aware of their surrounding and most were not wearing masks.

Food and Shopping

I was actually pretty impressed that we didn’t do a lot of shopping as I had expected during our stay, but then again, food and beer takes precedence over anything else – that is something both Amy and I agree on when we visit new places. What was charming about the food scene was that while the food and beer were excellent (I don’t think we actually had less than ‘excellent’ dishes), but the people at these establishments mimic what I said earlier about the culture in this town and how everyone is so friendly.

Amy’s sexy Lavender Lemonade Cocktail

One specific restaurant of note is Tupelo Honey, located downtown (I wasn’t kidding when everything was within walking distance downtown). They consider themselves a revival of southern food with food made from scratch using simple ingredients sourced from local farms that is in season.

Simply put: the food was incredible.

Right away we ordered the Crispy Brussel, an appetizer topped with topped with fresh herbs, lemon zest & chopped bacon, served with garlic buttermilk ranch dipping sauce. After my first bite, I was floored that it wasn’t seasoned with truffle oil because it tasted just like it. We then continued our fat-assery by ordering their famous fried chicken, which were brined for over 18 hours with honey sprinkled with their signature “bee dust”.

It was also quite incredible and probably the best fried chicken I’ve ever had.

Unfortunately I didn’t take photos of the food, but I did share them on my Instagram stories (I was distracted from shoveling my face). There are additional photos and videos on there not mentioned in this blog, so be sure to follow.

Asheville had some beautiful small shops

Rabbit Rabbit Brewery

Zen Ink

One of many coffee shops

Most shops were dog friendly

The Biltmore Estate

One of the major cornerstones in Asheville’s history is the old country home of the Vanderbilt family, built by George Vanderbilt. George Vanderbilt first visits Asheville in 1887, where he considered the area as a possible location for his future country home. A second visit to the Blue Ridge Mountains with his mother in 1888 sealed the deal for him, therefore he begins purchasing land for what will become Biltmore.

In 1889, the construction of the Biltmore House begins and Vanderbilt’s construction of the 250-room French Renaissance chateau is a true marvel, the largest undertaking in residential architecture. Over a six-year period, an entire community of craftsmen comes together to create what was known as the largest privately owned estate in the country.

The Biltmore House

It wasn’t until 1895 when George Vanderbilt officially opens the house to friends and family. The finished home contains over four acres of floor space, including 35 bedrooms, 43 bathrooms, and 65 fireplaces.

After George Vanderbilt passed away in 1914 at the age of 51, his wife Edith continued his husband’s love for philanthropy and sold approximately 87,000 acres of the estate to the United States Forest Service for less than $5 an acre.

The Front Lawn

It wasn’t until 1930 when both George Vanderbilt’s daughter, Cornelia and her husband John Cecil, opened the Biltmore House to the public to help increase tourism during the Great Depression, therefore generating income to preserve the estate.

The “Backyard” that the Vanderbilt family owned

Trivia

1942 – During World War II, the house stored priceless works from the National Gallery of Art in Washington, DC.

1971 – William Cecil (son of Cornelia and John Cecil), plants his first vines at the Biltmore and creates his first successful wine. It wasn’t until 1983, that the Biltmore Estate Wine Company was established and opened to the public in 1985.

One of many priceless marble busts on the estate

Gorgeous overgrown vines in the Italian Garden

Amy taking in the scenery

Underground Wine Cellar

More marble statues around the estate

On one of the balconies of the house

Traveling During COVID

It doesn’t take a genius to know that it can be risky to travel during COVID, but what we’ve witnessed in Asheville gave us a new perspective that there are people that seriously just doesn’t care to protect themselves or others. I’ve lost count on how many people on the streets of downtown Asheville would completely ignore their face masks and I’m going to assume that most of them are tourists, therefore I feel that the anger the locals have against tourists are justified as they not only endanger themselves, but the economy that depends on tourism. The town itself was hit pretty hard as unemployment and shop were shutdown due to the reduction of tourism. All it takes is another spike in cases for the town to shut down again and we as individuals need to take responsibility of our safety and others.

Despite these issues, it didn’t deter us from enjoying ourselves and wearing face masks or social distancing was not an inconvenience for us as we were still able to enjoy most of what the town had to offer. If you readers are close to the East Coast and want to take a weekend trip somewhere, I highly recommend this beautiful town known as the “Paris of the South” and take in what Asheville has to offer.

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Asheville, North Carolina – Traveling Socially Distant Introduction Something that I had missed this year was going on an annual trip with Amy and to say that we had cabin fever would be an understatement as most of our travel plans this year were cancelled due to COVID, but that didn't stop us to plan and scheme a safe trip somewhere.

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donotexterminateupgradepudding · 5 years

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Further defining the relationship between the Doctor and Clara Oswald; Season 9 episode 1 & 2

Blargh. I’ve been busy with work stuff and getting ready for some travel so it has been taking longer for me to sit down and actually get this going. To make my life easier, I’ll try to work on smaller chucks of season 9. Hopefully, this will prevent me from getting too involved in the post.

After the Doctor and Clara are reunited in the Last Christmas special (one of the more emotionally rewarding Christmas specials might I add) they are back to traveling together. Episode 1 starts with the Doctor doing a solo trip where he encounters the a young boy, Davros in a creepy handmine field. Upon learning his name, the Doctor flees seeing that he shouldn’t help the creator of the Daleks himself! And thus the tension builds as he hides while Davros’ snake servant goes in search of him.

Of course, Missy decides to catch the entire world’s attention and Clara is summoned to U.N.I.T headquarters and we get a badass scene of her riding her motorcycle to the Tower of London. The biggest shift in how she behaves is how she acts like the Doctor when talking with Kate and the others as they try to determine what is happening. Clara throws out big picture ideas and almost automatically starts thinking of all of the possibilities that this could be. She has always been a self-assured and intelligent person, but she commands authority now.

As Missy expects Clara appears with the U.N.I.T. and the two of them have a very tense conversation about the disappearance of the Doctor. As Missy really wants to have the full attention of the Doctor, she will stop at nothing to rile up Clara and insult her including her hurtful words asking about if Danny is still dead. Missy presents the Time Lord confession dial to Clara stating it is the equivalent of a will. She makes it clear it is delivered to his closest friend of the eve of his final day. Clara’s reaction here is her at her best trying to give nothing away to Missy. Her concern is evident, yet she knows she can’t be riled by Missy and must remain calm both for her safety and the Doctor’s.

Clara glances down at the dial, back at Missy, back at the dial before reaching for it before it zaps her.

She has a look of complete shock as it hurts her. Clara believes herself to be the Doctor’s closest friend. She declared it to Danny when he was just another cyberman. Yet, Clara is not a Time Lord. To add insult to injury, Missy points out that Clara is like the puppy with the random couple. This implies that Missy and the Doctor are like a married couple and Clara is just some dumb pet. I get that the Master/Missy isn’t supposed to be a nice or sympathetic character, but I really personally hate Missy. She spends all of her time trying to state how intellectually advanced she is, how she has risen over feeble and dumb emotions yet it is 100% clear that she is extremely jealous of Clara and the Doctor’s relationship. She set their relationship into motion, but she’s not a fan. Missy and Clara have a very tense exchange as Clara implies that their relationship must be love and Missy is totally offended by the remark and can only retort back Time Lords are better than that. Clara clearly hit a nerve, not like Missy will ever state the truth.

Missy wants to state that her level of friendship with the Doctor far exceeds any understanding that Clara may have, so thus, she can’t even begin to comprehend a 2000 or so year relationship. Honestly, not matter how old the Master may be, I really think as a character he/she will never develop a deeper understanding of “humanity” as a concept that includes Time Lords and humans.

The 10th Doctor has stated that he’s observed people who have done more in 20 years than 80 years implying that time does not always equal wisdom or accomplishments. He also stated he was just a young one at 90 implying as well that even though Time Lords live much longer, they clearly mature at a slower rate than humans or other species.

Being the overly analytical nerd that I am, let’s say a 90 year old Time Lord is like a 13 year old human. It means that at 2000, the Doctor is like an ~ 289 year old human. Therefore, Time Lords can be more mature and wiser than a standard human, but not as much as one would expect with a different rate of maturation.

Back to the whole Clara - Missy face off, Clara clearly isn’t buying this and provokes Missy by stating that she’s to believe that Missy is best friends with the Doctor and turned good. Obviously, Missy takes immediate offense to the concept of being good and kills two of the U.N.I.T staff in the area. Of course Missy threatens to kill the rest of the U.N.I.T people in the area, but is caught when Clara tells her to kill her next. It shows that despite all of her bravado and her Time Lord intelligence, she can’t figure out where the Doctor is since she isn’t as close as Clara is.

Therefore, Clara wins by telling her to prove that she is serious. She only needs to point at the plane above her to get her point across. And with that, Missy has no choice but to obey.

Oh sure, she tries to write it off as something easy and something that she couldn’t actually do anything bad with; yet at the end of the day Missy has to recognize she is out of her depth.

The framing then shifts where Clara is not the one seated and Missy is standing behind her since by her own admission, she can’t find where the Doctor is and Clara is the only person currently who can.

This also gives Missy a chance to put a vortex manipulator on Clara while she is distracted, thus removing her from the assistance of anyone else. I have to admit, if Missy is so smart, she should have figured out what it took Clara all of 10 seconds to put together - where is the Doctor having a crazy party.

As Clara ponders what will let them know he’s there, Missy states it will be a small anachronism. Of course both are shocked as he enters playing guitar on a tank . . .

The Doctor then tries to have some hilarious stand up a few hundred years too early and Clara cringes at his fish tank joke while Missy seems . . . not amused? befuddled?

Clara then asks Missy what’s the matter with him. She’s never seen him like this - and she has seen the 11th and 12th Doctor, so she got to compare to totally different personalities.

He immediately hears her and pulls his sunglasses down a bit to get a better look at Clara and Missy.

Clara then wonders if he heard them and realizes that they are there. Instead of verbally answering, he proceeds to play some of “Pretty Woman” by Roy Orbison. Of course based on their facial expressions both Missy and Clara think the song is about her and likely not the other. However, Clara wins for having the more totally adorable smile.

As he continues to play, the camera will quickly switch back to them for a moment where Clara beams, Missy then gets a side glance over at her before she stops smiling and is more serious looking. The camera pans back to the Doctor and then back to a very flattered and happy looking Clara who only stops smiling with her teeth as he finishes playing as if she were caught on tape.

Now the lyrics for “Pretty Woman” aren’t very deep or anything like that, but they are appropriate for the relationship between the Doctor and Clara. Pretty woman, walkin' down the street Pretty woman the kind I like to meet Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one could look as good as you, mercy

Pretty woman won't you pardon me Pretty woman I couldn't help but see Pretty woman that you look lovely as can be Are you lonely just like me

Pretty woman stop awhile Pretty woman talk awhile Pretty woman give your smile to me Pretty woman yeah, yeah, yeah Pretty woman look my way Pretty woman say you'll stay with me 'Cause I need you, I'll treat you right Come with me baby, be mine tonight

Pretty woman don't walk on by Pretty woman don't make me cry Pretty woman don't walk away, hey, OK If that's the way it must be, OK I guess I'll go on home, it's late There'll be tomorrow night, but wait What do I see? Is she walkin' back to me? Yeah, she's walkin' back to me Oh, oh, pretty woman.

The Doctor is always lonely - the Doctor travels through time and space yet can never have a friend able to keep traveling with him. Therefore, these lyrics really fit both of them at the beginning of season 9, the only person they have is each other.

Clara runs down to ground level while Missy continues to watch from above. The Doctor has to visually look at Missy before she will even come down while Clara was already there waiting for him. She then comes up to him and asks how he knew she was there.

Clara: Did you see me?

Doctor: When do I not see you?

Clara: What, one face in all of that crowd?

Doctor: There was a crowd too?

Clara: Wow, we’re doing charm as well now, are we? [laughs] Which one of us is dying?

As she states he’s “doing charm” it means she is impress with how he’s grown as a person and is trying to impress her. Of course it totally works, she’s beaming at him here as she smiles, though obviously concerned.

After some nervous glances between the two of them, he then hugs her. She’s thoroughly overwhelmed as the Doctor has initiated a hug between the two of them.

Clara can’t keep up with these changes. This all makes sense. Clara, like the 12th Doctor uses her quick wit and sarcasm to deflect when she’s not sure what is happening. She’s clearly concerned based on her facial expression, but she has to be strong for him since his hugging means he’s worried.

And we get that worry as the camera finally shows his face as he tells her it is a great way to hide your face.

When they finally break from the hug, she’s able to guess that he’s throwing a party, but this was not the type of party she was expecting. The lighting in this scene is telling, his light eyes dart back and forth and when she pulls away we see shadows under Clara’s eyes. She knows this is not the Doctor and he deflects her by stating he’s been many men and all of him is invited to this party. 12 may have come a long way with his emotions, but at a time like this he really still doesn’t know what to do. He also has to deal with Missy as he then introduces her as the wicket stepmother. He also uses this transition to place himself directly between Clara and Missy.

It is quite clear that he’s protecting Clara since he already realizes that Missy brought her there and he can’t trust Missy with Clara alone.

There is a bit of chit chat and eventually Colony Sarff, Davros’ snake errand boy shows up and confronts the Doctor. He states he followed his friends to the location and asks for the Doctor to come see a dying Davros.

The sonic screwdriver is thrown down before him and he looks ashamed and can’t say anything only able to reply to Clara’s comment that it used to be his sonic.

Not surprisingly, Missy has to ask what the Doctor’s facial expression is. I waffle on if this implies that Missy knows exactly what that facial expression is and only says that so that Clara states that he’s ashamed. This is him feeling ashamed for some sort of action.

Clara looks on with great concern as she asks him what he’s done. That then leads to the rest of the flashback explaining what happened at the beginning of the episode. Upon learning that the boy’s name is Davros, the Doctor freezes and is unsure what to do. As the fog rolls in, he uses that as a chance to escape as the fog obscures the TARDIS, yet the tell tale sign sound of it departing before returning to the current events implies that the Doctor abandoned a young Davros.

The Doctor agrees to go and says the lamest good-bye to Clara ever as he just turns to her before turning his back to snake errand boy. In true Clara fashion she barely even glances at Missy before she springs into action stating that they will come with him.

And with that, the trio are transported to the ship as they travel to where ever Davros is.

While waiting to meet Davros, the Doctor reveals that he’s the creator of the Daleks (a surprising thing for Clara to not know seeing that she knows tons about the Doctor) and that the bigger question is “Who created Davros?” as an almost rhetorical question.

As Colony Sarff comes to take the Doctor away, he and Clara have a very awkward conversation. She immediately calls him out on giving the confession dial to Missy. Therefore, the Doctor knew she was not dead and he had someway to reach her - though she was unable to find him without Clara. This clearly does not sit well with Clara. She’s the one who is supposed to be able to lie, not the Doctor to her, Clara. Their facial expressions are so strained, he’s trying his best to look calm and looks so sad as he hid things from Clara while she tries so hard to look tough.

The tension between them is so palpable you can almost taste it. Clara is off her game, he ran off to 1138, had a crazy party, made it so that Missy and Clara would have to find him, he tried to coldly say good-bye and how she’s stuck in a holding room with Missy who keeps trying to kill her.

When Missy and Clara get captured escaping from the room and the Doctor sees her trapped in the room with the TARDIS, he begs Davros not to hurt her.

There is then a discussion between Davros and the Doctor about how compassion was his weakness and he asks himself why he let him live when he stumbled upon him as a boy in his present time. The Doctor looks quite distraught as the Daleks wait for Clara to run before zapping her, the TARDIS is “destroyed” and the episode then ends with the Doctor deciding to save Davros to save his friend. I would say this scene is a complete parallel to the 9th Doctor and Rose when they were on satellite 5. It appears that Rose was killed by the laser beam, instead she was transported to the Dalek command. This is the exact same thing, I’m sure the Doctor knows that Missy would have messed with the vortex manipulators, the big question is if she only made it that hers would transport her elsewhere while Clara ends up dead.

Already this meta has gotten out of hand and I haven’t even gotten to episode 2.

The second episode makes it very clear that indeed the Doctor knows that they are fine (again as long as Missy didn’t kill Clara on purpose). With Clara hanging upside from the rope (where did Missy get the rope? and the stick?) Missy makes Clara take her “Doctor intelligence test” to determine if she should keep or alive or not. Of course Clara, knowing the Doctor so well, is able to determine not only why Missy wasn’t dead in the first place, meaning the Doctor knows that they are still alive and that the Doctor always assumes that no matter what, he’ll win.

Missy seems to need some convincing as to if the Doctor is actually thinking that, which Clara simply states, he’s expecting them to pick up the slack for him. Therefore, they should assume that they will win. All of this must annoy Missy on several levels since she wants the Doctor’s attention but has to deal with the puny and pitiful Clara.

Since the Doctor and Clara are separated, I’ll only briefly [try to briefly] get though parts of the episode.

The Doctor is upset and steals Davros’ Dalek chair and a laser as he messes with the Daleks. They point out that he does not use violence, confident that he will not actually fire a weapon at them. They do seem to forget that the 10th Doctor clone did commit Dalek genocide, but for some odd reason that doesn’t count. . . .

However, Clara is involved and this is clearly foreshadowing to how far he will take things for Clara. Really, the Doctor has two great enemies, the Daleks with Davros and the Time Lords, well the Time Lord establishment that is.

Meanwhile, Clara and Missy are stuck in the Dalek sewers as Missy really defines how she really can’t work with anyone despite her opinion that she is a great friend of the Doctor. Clara is 100% correct that they are not a team and the entire time it is like the worst Time Lord - human team, with the Doctor and Clara making the “best” Time Lord - human team. I digress.

The Doctor then gives his demand to the Daleks, that he wants Clara Oswald returned unharmed and alive and he even makes sure it is broadcast through the whole city so Clara and Missy can hear it as well. Missy comments on it while Clara only listens. Clara clearly is trying to understand what it all means. What is interesting is that Missy states this is the Doctor without hope . . . upon saying that Clara only shifts to look at Missy in shock.

Does Clara think he’s actually without hope? She does look like she’s holding back tears, but she is unusually silent and instead Missy keeps commenting. With Danny’s death Clara was talking non-stop when she was upset. Now, she’s oddly silent.

To be able to infiltrate the Daleks, Missy makes sure to stick Clara in a Dalek casing, which has the added benefit that, she can no longer say her name . . . this is a bit of an odd thing since when Clara’s part of her self that had been scattered through the Doctor’s timeline was her Oswin Oswald, who was a fully transformed Dalek and could still say her name. I think you wrote yourself into a little contradiction there Steven Moffat. . . not like your whole weeping angels issue between “Blink” and when Amy and Rory get stuck in 1880 something. Sorry dude, your writing is not the most consistent.

The point is, everything that Missy does, is to use Clara to her advantage while still keeping her expendable and Clara just had to roll with it. . . . the whole thing highlights how her relationship with the Doctor is so much more equal even though there are times Clara will act as bait to assist the Doctor.

A huge portion of this episode is dedicated to philosophical discussions between the Doctor and Davros as Missy tries to use her negotiating skills with the Supreme Dalek. I’m personally surprised that they can’t figure out that Clara is in the one Dalek shell, it is one hell of an assumption to make after the Doctor stole Davros’ chair.

The Doctor being himself, knows that Davros will likely try to take advantage of his compassion, a constant theme these two episodes but damn well knows he’ll also wake up the zombie Daleks.

Missy runs into wake up the passed out Doctor and has procured the Dalek laser. The Doctor immediately asks where Clara is and if she is fine, while Missy is upset he’s not asking about her at all. Of course he gets the last laugh and runs out with his confession dial and runs into Clara. He stops as the Clara Dalek says “Doctor.” and he tries to tell her to run. The framing of this shot is good, we see Clara at the end of the hall and then it switches to a view behind Clara looking at the Doctor.

This is a classic “reunion” style shot as two characters approach each other after being separated. The issue is that the Doctor thinks it is a regular Dalek and the weird Dalek programming won’t let her explain things clearly (really seriously, this plot inconstancy is bothering me, Clara should be able to override the Dalek programming since she already has done it).

Missy confirms that it is Clara and then tries to convince the Doctor to kill the Dalek as it is the one that killed Clara. All of her cries that she is his friend and that she would never hurt him eventually result in the the Dalek saying “mercy” which is enough to get the Doctor to step back a second and realize that something is off with this Dalek (as well as Missy’s insistence to kill it). Upon realizing that it is Clara, he lowers the laser and tells her to open the casing and helps her figure out how to open it.

He is at a loss for words as he sees Clara as tears run down her cheeks.

She’s trapped inside and he reaches his hands out to hold her face as she cries and really, we don’t get a great look at his face as it is shaded most of the time.

What is clear is he feels terrible about everything and to steal an oft used phrase from the 10th Doctor, he states that he is “I am so sorry.” Since the 12th Doctor is much less social and has only had one companion so far, Clara, the guilt he must feel this time has to be immense.

It is clear that when he tells Missy to run, it is a threat that if Missy doesn’t leave him and Clara alone, there likely will be consequences.

The action then skips back to them returning to where the TARDIS was. They return to the location and Clara looks perplexed why they were not shot when the Doctor reveals the TARDIS is fine and with that statement Clara is beaming and smiling as he explains things to the Daleks.

This is clearly and expression of deep love and appreciation for the Doctor here.

And back to form, now with Clara, he can show off as he looks back at her softly with that spirit in his eyes.

He has his Clara Oswald back safe and sound. He knows what he needs to do. With that he puts his sonic sunglasses on with more bravado than necessary (since it is all for Clara) and we get a repeat of how she looked when he had the invisible watch and was playing around with her. The two of them look like two idiots who can’t get enough of each other. What seals the deal is when the Daleks ask what is happening.

The Doctor’s reply.

Oh same old, same old. Just the Doctor and Clara in the TARDIS. [Clara giggles]

As they escape it is just the regular old Doctor and Clara looking at each other, smiling, beaming at each other. The two of them are 100% into each other and the fact that he makes it sound like they’ve been at this forever and will be at it forever shows how different 12 is compared to some of the other Doctors. He’ll do anything to hold onto Clara. This really is the normalization of the two of them as an inseparable duo.

As they watch the Dalek city on Skaro succumb to the zombie Daleks, she asks if she’ll get to know what is on the confession dial, but she damn well knows he’s not going to tell her.

As he discusses the ability of Clara to get the Dalek to say “mercy” he ponders how it would be left in their programming so to speak.

Realizing that it was the Doctor saving young Davros (and giving him his sonic) that it was himself who then allowed himself to save Clara. He sprints off to the TARDIS and rescues Davros and only tells him that mercy matters, and likely based on Missy’s behavior, he tells him that friends and enemies likely doesn’t matter but that mercy does.

The first two episodes of season 9 serve a purpose both to shadow what will happen at the end of the season as well as show how far the Doctor will go to make sure that Clara is safe and sound. His love for Clara is almost extreme compared to his love for others that he has traveled with before.

I found their reunion at bit flat, when they reunited during the “Last Christmas” episode, it felt much more of a connection between the two of them. Instead, we the viewers barely get anything, we don’t even get to see him pull her out or hug her. Did they think this would be too much too early?

Overall, they do set up the depth between Clara and the Doctor and really highlight how much they love and care about each other while Missy acts as a foil to both of them wanting to have the Doctor’s full attention, yet never able to do so. It seems like episode 1 did a better job of connecting Clara and the Doctor, while episode 2 fell flat for sure and just didn’t seem sincere enough even though there were dramatic events.

It went from the Doctor almost shooting Clara to them back to normal as the TARDIS materializes around them and no discussion of this afterwards. Clara was unusually silent as well in the episode, it just felt off. By this point, they should have had a long detailed conversation about what happened, but no, he hops back into the TARDIS, saves young Davros and the episode ends.

#doctor who meta #doctor who #Twelfth Doctor #twelve x clara #clara oswald

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shadowdianne · 6 years

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meeting in the E.R/A&E au . (whatever ship you what)

After quitethe ludicrous time… here’s the prompt Xd So sorry for the wait; I hope you likemy take and thank you so much for it.

-Chosenship: I mean xd was there ever any doubt? Although I’m curious on what wouldhappen if I wrote the same idea for different ships, see how my writing voicewould change in order to accommodate the characters… uhm. Maybe some other day.

Note: Any similarities to a real hospital aredone by random luck as well as any dissimilarities present on the text. Let’s justsay that I’m winging it and I hope the mistakes don’t jeopardize theprovisional lift of reality here.

On with thestory!

A03 Version

The soundof pacing high-heels on the linoleum floor wasn’t the only thing filling thesquare-shaped room, but it was, by far, what seemed to echo the strongest onRegina’s ears as she clenched her hands together, writhing and trying herhardest to keep any threat on the people’s jobs around her at bay. Kathryn hadtold her as much when she, panicked, had called her just as the ambulance rushedboth she and Henry in; the reddish tint on the kid’s skin the only thing shewas able to focus on as, thankfully, her status as major aided a lot with theusual procedures within the hospital.

Not enoughfor them to skip the E.R unit though, and so there she was now, walking fromcorner to corner of the room filled with stretchers and almost sheen-throughgreen curtains. Licking her lips and brusquely turning her head towards one ofthe sleepy nurses that had silently been looking at her from their corner,Regina was about to ask how long a couple of tests could really take before hertrain of thoughts was completely derailed by the sound of a strong voice screamingas if the world outside Storybrooke’s hospital was ending.

“Rubes!”The nurse Regina had been about to interpellate gave Regina a somewhatapologetic nod before walking to the two big doors just as one of them opened,a blonde whirlwind entering through it while carrying was seemed the body of analmost unconscious man. “Little help here?”

Reginashouldn’t have felt curious; she truly shouldn’t have as her little prince wasstill being tested –“We will brought himback in a few minutes, Miss Mills, we promise, Whales simply wants him to be ascomfortable as possible”- but she was tired, exhausted even and after thevortex of emotions she had been feeling ever since the boy had started to coughwith no signs of stopping the sight of the pale blonde who was being aided by…Rubes? -Ruby Lucas perhaps, the name rang a bell on Regina’s tired-addled mind,on putting the man she was with in one of the empty stretches was at least oneshe could look at while not running every possible and impossible scenario in herhead.

The blondeseemed completely unaware of her presence, which was a blessing on itself;dressed in a leather jacket and jeans tight enough to be painted on, the blonde’sface wasn’t linked to a name. Not one Regina was able to remember after all.Strange, as after quite a number of years on Storybrooke’s politics she knewalmost every other neighborhood by name.

Narrowingher eyes, curiosity more thank picked, she waited until the blonde muttered herthanks to Miss Lucas before she approached, her façade of dispassionateinterest crumbling ever so slightly at the still present worry of Henry’s wellbeing.

“Quite thecatch.” She managed to say, rising one brow as she zeroed on the cuts presenton the man’s brow, blood already dried caking its face with browns and reddishstains. He looked miserable and she almost felt pity for him if it wasn’tbecause of the quick thunderous glimmer the blonde’s green eyes got as soon asshe rose and looked at her before following her finger, comment ricochetingbetween them both.

A few feetaway Regina was aware that Miss Lucas was collecting supplies in order toprobably dress the wounds present on the man’s face, but she didn’t budge aninch as the blonde tilted her head towards her, eyes narrowed but clear as shezeroed on her.

She wasgorgeous; that much Regina was able to admit; even on her worried status andeven if she kept on counting the seconds, the minutes, she stopped a second toolong before swallowing; remembering she had asked a question the blonde stillneeded to answer. Or, at least, anything, something, that would take her mindout of the nightmare she was currently living.

“He is anidiot.” The blonde’s voice didn’t rose in the same pitch it had done before,the sound less booming and slightly softer in a way that surprised Regina,half-way expecting another scream. The blonde’s eyelids trembled for a moment,a movement so quick Regina almost missed if it hadn’t been because of the pullof her facial muscles; the ones Regina felt stupidly interested on as theblonde’s let out a mirthless hum through her parted lips. “I told him not tomeddle, to let me do my job. He still thought I needed some helping down at thedocks. Got knocked out pretty quickly after that.”

Reginablinked at that, at the gruff voice but toothy grin the blonde was directing ather. Now that she thought of it she had heard of a newcomer in town; one thathad started to work for the sheriff department on a case that involved Gold, andhenceforth a lot of shady deals she hoped they all were able to proof so shecould bid the man goodbye.

“You mustbe Emma Swan.” Her voice was softer, breathier than she should usually haveused but she didn’t truly care as a set of voices broke through the other endof the hallway where they had carried Henry what felt hours ago. Heartbeatskipping, she almost jumped as Whale appeared, all smarmy smile on place.

“Miss Mills.”His voice was cheery, more than Regina was willing to accept but she clenchedher jaw and waited patiently. “When I heard you, both had been rushed in…” Heshrugged and said nothing, but Regina could sense Miss Swan tense slightly ather side, as if she too could see beyond Whale’s mask. If she did, Reginathought, wincing inwardly, she would be a first aside from her own self.

“Thank youfor such haste, doctor.” Her own voice sounded smoother now that it wasdirected at Whale, the breathiness of it completely disappeared as she lockedeyes with the man, a polite, politician smile already curving her lips; coldand detached. “Can you tell me where my son is, now?”

The mannodded, apparently not all that bothered by Regina’s obvious discomfort.

“He will beback here in a few minutes; you will stay for the night; see if the allergycomes back in full force during the next hours. If not… you both will be freeto go.”

Sending whatRegina was sure the man considered to be quite the charming smile towards theblonde still standing next to her, Whale turned and left, the sound of his own footstepsa farewell the brunette clung to.

Until MissSwan’s voice reached her, that is, the pitch careful now, curious butdubitative.

“I wasgoing to ask for your name but I guess you are Regina Mills, the mayor of thetown.”

Regina blinkedand sighed before turning back to glance at the blonde’s green eyes. She couldfeel the fear she had felt before slowly losing its grip on her; her shouldersslouching, her posture not as perfect as Mother would have wanted her to show. Alreadydressing the man’s wounds, Ruby glanced at Emma with a kind of look Regina wasn’tentirely sure what it meant. A warning, maybe.

“I am, yes.”Her answer was short and cold, and the brunette wanted to groan a little atherself, at the way she almost managed to come out; brazen and callous. Sighingand already biting her bottom lip the sound of Henry’s voice reached to her,the kid’s sleepy eyes the first thing she saw before her attention was broughtto the rash that still seemed to cover his body. Less virulently perhaps, butstill there.

It didn’ttruly matter to her as she approached him, fire almost leaving an open trail onher chest as she waited for an older nurse to put him back in one of thestretchers.

“Whale didn’tconsider necessary to move him to one of the bedrooms.” The woman’s voice was gentle,soft, and despite the sudden outburst of anger Regina took the words for whatthey were; a mere veiled attempt to let her know that they didn’t consider thatHenry was in danger. “Want me to fetch ablanket for you, though? This room can get quite cold at night.”

Reginacould sense her head nodding but she was too preoccupied with Henry who, by thetime the nurse hummed, and left was already half-asleep. So preoccupied infact, that she didn’t notice the blonde woman closing the distance between themuntil she had her and on her forearm. A movement that made her startle andalmost jump, an old habit that still surprised her from time to time.

“You okay?”

Reginasnapped her head back at the woman, a scathing remark about to leave her tonguewhen she contained herself once more, tiredness beginning to travel through herbody.

“Yes.” Shesaid instead, surprised by her own gentle answer, one that made the blonde nodherself with a somewhat glazed look on her eyes. Dropping her hand from her arm,seeming to fidget with the leather strip rolled up on her wrist that themovement had unveiled for a second, the blonde smiled tightly at her; less ofthe cocky smile than before and something more genuine.

“Great.”She paused and turned, seemingly about to head out. “I guess,” She added,looking behind her shoulder. “I will see you around. David told me that weneeded to file a report of some sort and give it to you.”

“Of course.”There was a strange feeling on the back of Regina’s head, one she didn’t knowhow to describe but she felt her mind pushing against it. Must be the events ofthe past hours, she thought to herself as the blonde nodded one last timebefore walking towards the double doors, not casting a second glance to the stillprone man she had brought in. “Goodnight Miss Swan.”

There itwas again, the feeling of foreboding, the sudden strangeness on the back of herthroat. All of that was forgotten, however, the moment the nurse returned witha blanket and a smile.

Strangestupid hunches would need to wait, she said to herself, tonight her princeneeded her.

A/N Yes,they are cursed. Yes, as always this is a one shot. Yes, I’m evil.

#swan queen #SwanQueen #prompt #bravelostgirl

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xukunstellation · 6 years

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Fantasy Fest Series: Demon of Mine || Bu Fan [Demon!AU]

Credit to @buyuefan for the gif, which sparked inspiration for this fic!

Title: Demon of Mine Pairing: Reader x Bufan Genre: Witch!AU + Demon!AU + fluff Word Count: 2,202 words Summary: Magic can be tricky, especially when you accidentally summon a demon into your home.

A/N: My first fic in the Fantasy Fest series! At the time of me writing up this fic, demon!au is currently in the lead in the poll. Who else better to play the role of a demon that Bufan himself? Also, a disclaimer: everything is pretty much more or less fictional. I made up a few things as far as summoning demons go and I also didn’t want anyone to get any ideas, lol. Everything is under the cut because this is the longest fic i’ve ever written I think, oof. Enjoy demon!Bufan!

Warning: mild cursing, brief mention of blood

ya’ll asked for demon!au

so i gotchu boo

you come from a family of witches

magic has ran through your family blood line for generations, dating back to the early 1400s

contrary to popular belief, your family did not practice black magic or served the Devil

instead your family used magical skills in order to heal others, even opening an apothecary as a family business

all throughout your life, you loved learning about the functions of different types of herbs and ingredients and using that knowledge to create all types of potions and concoctions

you also had an affinity for spell-casting and charms

every so often, your parents would go on business trips and travel across realms, bringing back new knowledge of spells and potions that you had never heard of

sometimes they were gone for months or, rarely, a year

it did feel strange being on your own for long periods of time, but you grew accustomed to it

it also meant you were left in charge of running the apothecary, which you were all too eager for

as you flipped to a page in one of your many ancient potion-books to find the cure for nightshade rash for one of your clients, you scanned the ingredient list and saw that one of the ingredients was virtually illegible due to the fact that the ink was rubbed away over time

“damn. how am I supposed to make this potion now?” you sighed. “guess i’ll have to ask grandma.”

after closing up the shop so that no customers wandered in, you headed to the back room. shelves lined the walls and were filled with all sorts of magical ingredients, all neatly organized according to their use. the soft sound of the fire crackling under the fireplace and the bubbling of the cauldron hanging above it filled the room. books and papers written in latin littered the tables and floor messily, the aftermath of your charms studying session from earlier

with a flick of your wrist, the books and papers levitated and swirled in the air for a moment before tidying themselves into organized stacks. another flick of your wrist, everything including the furniture moved on their own and cleared the center of the floor

“hm... what was the spell that mom used?” you said to yourself.

you had never summoned your deceased grandmother before, let alone any spirit for that matter. usually it was your mother who did the spirit contacting

looking through a spell book, you stopped at one particular spell and figured this was what you were looking for

how to summon a loved one

according to the spell, all you had to do was draw a magic circle, provide a drop of blood and say a simple incantation. the circle will automatically summon the one you love, which you figured was your grandmother in this case

sounds easy enough

oh boy were you in for a surprise

you carefully used a piece of white chalk to carefully replicate the image of a large summoning circle, carefully sketching intricate patterns as you go. facing the fireplace, you slowly inhaled and exhaled, a stream of wind leaving your mouth and extinguishing the flames, turning the room almost pitch black. with that said, you lit a few candles around the circle. gently running your index finger over the other, a small incision appeared. tilting your finger, you let a drop of blood fall into the circle. it was time to start the ritual.

closing your eyes, you channeled all of your energy to your core and began reciting the spell incantation. feeling the magic run through your veins, you felt the air pick up and stir around you, creating a vortex at the center of the circle. shadows danced along the walls to the sound of your chanting that grew in volume with each repetition. the once tiny golden flames were now a roaring, brilliant amethyst.

your words came to a halt as you finished reciting the spell. the room around you also fell into a complete silence. opening your eyes, you were prepared to greet the spirit of your grandmother

except it wasn’t a spirit

hell (no pun intended) it wasn’t even your grandmother

floating in a fog of purple smoke above the summoning circle was a massive male figure around 6′3′’. his hair was a blood crimson, mirroring his glowing eyes beneath his closed lids. aside from wearing slightly loose black pants and a long trench coat, he was completely shirtless

(you were lowkey checking out his abs ooh la la)

but what caught you the most off guard was the lilac tint of his skin, the onyx curled horns above his head, deadly talons instead of fingernails, and the powerful presence of obsidian wings that were tattered and torn at the edges and looked at least twice your size

“oh shit i just summoned a demon”

at the sound of your voice, the demon’s eyes snapped open and glared at you with what you believe was murderous intent

fuck

you were going to die tonight

you were a healer, not a fighter rip you

just as the demon made a move to step out of circle, the spell broke. the magic that kept him afloat disappeared in a flash

causing him to plant face first onto your wooden floor

“....pfffft-”

you knew you probably shouldn’t have found the idea of a potentially dangerous demon in your home funny, but you couldn’t stopped laughing at how someone so scary looking could be so clumsy

meanwhile the demon only winced in pain as he stood back up and rubbed his face before shooting you a look of disbelief

most people would faint, pee their pants, cry, or at least scream in fear at the sight of him

but here you are laughing at him

who tf were you?

“are you done?” he deadpanned after watching you laugh at him for three minutes straight

wiping away a stray tear, you barely managed to settle down and responded, “y-yeah i think i’m good. are you?”

“peachy”

you felt the need to laugh again... until you realized that the spell you used was meant to summon:

a loved one

and it summoned this random demon

wtf was that supposed to mean

“wait, who the hell are you?” you interrogated

“my name is bufan. i’m a formidable demon of the Underworld!” his loud, deep ass voice boomed before leaning down his height to make eye contact with you

you felt your heart flutter a bit at how close he was

“that’s uh... nice...”

“just... nice....?”

“yeah....”

awkward silence

“so who are you and why did you summon me?” bufan questioned, raising a dark eyebrow at you

“oh! i’m (y/n). i kind of summoned you by accident,” you sheepishly admitted

“how do you accidentally summon a demon?”

“how do you accidentally trip and fall while getting summoned?”

“....”

damn you got him there

“anyway,” you coughed, “all i wanted to do was summon the spirit of my dead grandmother, not a demon. i’m not even sure why the spell summoned you in the first place. not to be rude or anything but can you go back to where you came from? I'm really busy and need to talk to my grandmother so i can start this cure already”

"i can't unless you give me your first born child"

“....say what now”

you gaped at his serious poker face before slowly watching it contort into a shit-eating grin. then he broke into a boisterous laughing fit that shook the whole room with its intensity

you pouted when you realized he was pulling your leg. “this is payback for earlier, isn’t it?”

he calmed himself down to a few chuckles, “i was just trying to break the ice. it’s not every day i get summoned to a cute little witch’s home”

you nearly forgot how much of a smooth talker demons were

blood rushed to your cheeks at his words

definitely not because he called you cute

(it definitely is)

“but i’m telling the truth when i say i can’t exactly go back. that’s not how this spell works. i’m already bounded to you by blood”

you wondered what he meant by ‘not how the spell works’

“the spell book doesn’t say anything about it either,” you sighed. “i guess that means you’re stuck with me for the time being- hey! be careful with that!”

you snatched a bottle of naga venom from bufan who already was snooping around at all of the magical ingredients and things around him

“you’re awfully calm. aren't you afraid i'll take your soul or something?" he says

"bold of you to assume I have a soul"

you were joking of course and he, being a demon, could sense that you indeed did have a soul and grinned at you

“just... try and behave yourself, ok?”

“i’ll be on my best behavior”

bufan was not on his best behavior

you should have known never to trust a demon smh

having bufan around was like taking care of three year old child

he’s constantly asking you questions every time you’re trying to make potions and just genuinely trying to annoy you

“(y/n), what’s that?”

“dragon’s breath”

“and that?”

“alicorn tears”

“this empty jar says teeth. who’s teeth?”

“it’s about to be yours in a second after i punch you in the jaw if you don’t stfu”

“are all you humans so snippy?”

“oh my god”

“more like oh my lucifer amirite”

you were a unicorn’s hair away from hexing him jfc

for someone so big, he was also extremely sneaky and sly

he’s always trying to play pranks on you and using his powers to his advantage

such as using his invisibility to randomly pop in front of you or poke your sides or face when you were doing something

or hiding your phone and other necessities all over the house and sending you on an entire scavenger hunt

despite his childish tendencies, bufan was also quite reliable

for some reason, he grew to be protective of you although he knew you could protect yourself with your own powers

whenever you traveled home alone at night, he insisted on flying you home on his broad back

which you secretly loved bc flying with bufan was always fun since he would always make it feel like a roller coaster ride by flying in loops and various speeds

there were times where bufan even acted like a mother figure which was both intriguing and terrifying

“(y/n), did you eat yet?”

“no i don’t have any time to-”

*proceeds to make eight different types of meals for you*

in addition, he always had liver medicine on hand and you have no idea how or why???

whenever you were having a bad day, he never hesitated to listen to your problems even if they didn’t apply to him as a demon

over the next few months of bufan living with you, your once quiet and uneventful home was now constantly filled with laughter, annoyed yells, and bustle. you found yourself noticeably happier

but a part of you always wondered if your happiness was only one sided

“bufan,” you called out to him one day while fiddling with your wand

he made a grunting sound from the couch that was situated a few feet from you, indicating that he heard you and was listening

“do you regret being summoned by me?” you nervously asked

no answer

feeling your heart drop when he failed to respond, you assumed the worse and laughed quietly to hide the sadness in your heart

“it’s okay if you do. i wont hold it against you,” you nodded timidly

hearing his footsteps approach you, you faintly remember hearing your wand drop onto the floor before he pulled you close to him

you’ve never felt so tiny oml

“what makes you think i regret being here?” he questioned, clearly confused as to why you were suddenly bringing this up

you shrugged, “i don’t know... i mean, you were kind of forced to. do you miss being on your own?”

“do you?”

it took you a moment to quietly reply, “i’ve gotten used to feeling alone, so if you wanted to leave, i would let you”

bufan could hear the loneliness that lingered at the edge of your words. little did you know, he already knew how much you meant to him from the very first day he met you. there was no way it was an accident. he pulled you tighter to him before kissing the top of your head

“silly little witch. who says i’m going anywhere?”

you tilted your head up at him in surprise, “you’re saying that if you had the chance to leave, you wouldn’t take it?”

“you couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to”

and you swear that that was the moment you knew you had fallen for a demon

maybe performing that spell wasn’t a mistake after all

perhaps the universe knew that bufan was meant to be your loved one

because there was no better feeling than always coming home to a certain demon of yours

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halfbloodlycan · 7 years

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Cringe Tag

Thanks for the tag @ally-thorne

Rules

i. post a quote or short excerpt from your early days of writing (i’m talking old fanfics, slash fics, original fics, etc., that are barely edited and have a ton of technical errors and misspelled words). this is the cringe part. don’t edit anything! let it be horrendous. don’t panic.

ii. post a quote or short excerpt from your most recent works/WIPs. something that you’re proud of. something that you’ve written that makes you smile when you read it.

iii. tag a writer you admire, anyone who you think is amazing, new friends, followers, writeblrs, anyone you’d like to know more about. if you think someone is a great writer and you want to see how they’ve developed their skills, tag them! everyone started somewhere.

Okay, time for the old fanfic slosh. Here’s a thing from 2005. I didn’t edit out the weird spellings and whatnot. Harry Potter/Star Wars

Harry stared blankly around the grounds of Hogworts behind Voldemort. There was a swirling black vortex from which a black cloaked figure stepped out.

He also wore a black helmet over his head, and carried a red light sabre. "I am Darth Vader, come to bring chaos to this world." He cried in a sinister voice.

He quickly took out his light sabre and began chasing random students around attempting to destroy them.

Harry knew those students in their first, second, and third, fourth, and fifth years were being kept in the castle unless it became absolutely necessary.

Students from all four houses including the few good Slytherins were all fighting off death eaters. Lupin, Moody, and the rest of the order were busy trying to disarm Darth Vader. Neville was dueling Bellatrix. Ron and Hermione were fighting Draco, Lucius, Crabbe, and Goyle. Harry watched in horror as Dumbledore got in the way of Darth Vader's aimless swings.

This is it he thought to himself, now I'm the only one standing in Voldemort's way to victory and power. Harry turned back to Voldemort and shot a spell at him that sent him flying ten feet into a tree. He got up and grinned wickedly as he saw Harry running over to the Whomping willow. He muttered a trip spell and watched Harry fall.

He then shot the cruciatus curse at him and watched as Harry writhed and twisted in pain. The only thing was that Harry was resisting from screaming.

He stood up and used a shield charm to protect himself. As the shield broke, both wands set forth a stream of power. Both wizards were transfixed as a blinding light appeared out of thin air.

Standing where the light had been were four characters. The first was Luke Skywalker, the one on his right was Yoda, and next to him was Obi Wan.

The fourth person started screaming at those three and Darth Vader "Aaaugh! Hey, stop it! You don't belong here! You're ruining my story!" ignoring her Luke went to fight off Darth Vader, Yoda fought off the death eaters with the remaining students, whereas Obi Wan just stood by a tree eyeing the whole scene.

Now Neville was being hit with the Cruciatus curse and screaming, yet despite his pain he continued to rise to his feet determined to defeat Bellatrix. She was laughing her high pitched cackle. Obi Wan swiftly went over to her and killed her.

Suddenly Dumbledore's corpse spontaneously gets up, casts avada kadavra on Voldemort and dies again. All the remaining death eaters spontaneously combust. Darth Vader turns back into Anakin, everyone starts cheering and everyone celebrates. Suddenly a vortex appears and Anakin, Obi Wan , and Yoda go through to their world.

THE END

Ugh, well, at least that made me laugh. Now for part 2. An excerpt from my current wip. It has a few placeholder things I’m not taking out right now.

Kali sprinted deep into the woods. She dropped to the ground behind a large hollow in a tree and waited for her heart to stop racing. The only sound in her ears was the blood pumping. Of course this would happen. It was the curse that did it. No matter what she did or where she went, bad luck followed her everywhere.

She stood up once she was certain no one followed her. Kali swerved back and forth until she could see the path again. The road was too quiet and too deserted, there was a certain comfort behind the thick tree line, so she followed the road at a distance.

The visible path began to pull farther and farther away as light faded. Kali was disoriented. She stood still, closed her eyes, and tried to sense where she was. Each town had it’s own magic ‘pull’ she could feel with enough concentration. The tug was weak, but it was there.

Perhaps, after she found [Briar Rose], and got to Alden town, her sister’s goodwill would cancel out her bad luck. The magic drew her to a cliff that jutted from the forest like a wave from the sea. She ran her hand along the rocky surface as she followed it around. Up a hill that gave her legs a real workout for the first time in months.

Kali panted and sat at the edge with her legs dangling. She sparked a small, cool flame in her hand that gave off enough light to keep her surroundings from fading. She turned the light to heat, creating a fire [build a fire from scratch in the woods]. The dead wood crackled and turned to charcoal. A sore pain finally reached her nerves, and she looked at the dark red sunburn like scar that singed her side. Using her fire on living creatures gave her magical whiplash, no matter what the reason.

Okay, time to tag some people. If you don’t want to be tagged in the future, please message me. Also, don’t feel obligated to do this. @ava-burton-writing @the960writers @thatwriternamedvolk @incandescent-creativity @kclenhartnovels

#cringe tag #tag game

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girlwsoftsound · 7 years

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I Hate Kids || Matty Healy Oneshot

Word Count: 4,303 Summary: Matty has a habit of saying “I hate kids”. You don’t believe it one bit. Author’s Note: Recent photos of Matty being absolutely lovely with kids inspired this. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did while writing it. Please feel free to send more requests here! Enjoy!

“I hate kids.”

The first time Matty tells you this, you do not believe him. Laying sprawled out beside you on his bed with a bottle of shared wine in one hand and your hair in the other, he looks far from serious. A serious man would not clutch wine so close, or grow so fascinated with playing with your hair at two in the morning. You stared into his eyes and giggled, lighthearted and whimsical.

“Sure you do, Matty.”

“I’m serious,” he repeats, but it does little to convince you. “They’re loads more trouble than they’re worth.”

You smile and shove at his shoulder. “You were a kid once, silly.”

“And I was shit.”

“I’m sure you weren’t shit.”

Matty snorts, and you can feel his laughter shake the bed slightly. “Cause every eighteen year old,

not-shit saint of a child is hooked on coke and dropping out of school to be in a band.”

“Matty.”

“I’m only saying.”

“Well,” you say, reaching over to ruffle up his curls, “I’m only saying that I think you’ve got kids

pinned all wrong. I’ve seen pictures of you as a kid, and you looked adorable. And, I’ve heard you say in interviews before that you guys never went out and looked for trouble as kids and teens, so don’t start painting yourself as a big bad boy to prove your point, Healy. I’ll call that bluff any day.”

Matty rolls his eyes and sits up to bring the wine bottle to his lips. “Even if I might not have been bad, kids are still too much. I still hate ‘em.”

Smirking, you pull the bottle away from his mouth before he can take a sip. “Whatever you say, Matty.”

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The second time Matty tells you he hates kids, you are with him at a wedding. Your cousin finally is getting married after dating a guy for years, and in return for putting up with her seemingly eternal engagement, she graciously extended you and Matty an invitation. Matty was happy to attend it with you, but he did not expect to see all of the younger children, children of your other cousins and friends, attending as well. Along with that, he certainly did not expect to become the favorite of one of them - a four year old bright blonde-haired girl belonging to your cousin’s friend named Kylie.

While you sit at your assigned table drinking and chatting with relatives, Matty sits in the corner of the ballroom in the reception on the floor, with the little girl teaching him very diligently how to play patty-cake, because apparently Matty is far too uneducated on the subject for her liking and it is pertinent that he be taught right before the night grows too old. You can see out of the corner of your eye the little girl instructing him, and it’s a sight that would be comical even if you were not growing tipsy off your drinks. She is so dedicated, guiding his hands and tugging on his suit sleeve when his eyes are anywhere but on her. It warms your heart to watch. Matty looks miserable, but you can tell he’s amused by the little girl. He would not be sitting there allowing her to play games with him if he was not.

You wait until there is a pause in your conversation with your relatives before excusing yourself to go over to Matty. By this point, Kylie is tugging at his hair, going on telling him about her favorite animals. You can’t help but smile as you approach the pair.

“How’s it going, you two?”

Kylie grins up at you. “Me and Matty are talking about animals!”

“Oh are you now?” you ask, smirking at the painfully fake smile Matty puts on when Kylie turns to him.

“Definitely,” he says, and it takes everything in you not to laugh at how cheerful he has forced himself to sound. “Kylie here was just telling me how much she loves lions.”

“They roar so loud!”

Hand going up to cover your mouth, you giggle and shake your head. “It sounds like it was a very fun conversation. I’m sorry I interrupted it.”

“Do you want to talk about animals, too?”

Matty smirks. “Yeah love, want to join us and talk about every animal under the sun?”

“Actually,” you say, reaching to pick Kylie up from off of Matty’s lap, “I think I heard your mother was looking for you, Kylie. Do you want to go see her?”

Kylie looks between you, Matty, and her mother before pointing to the later of the three. “Can I come back and say hi to Matty later?”

You smile down at Matty, who still was sitting criss-crossed on the floor. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll still be around and up for that, right Matty?”

He gives you a death glare, but quickly rebounds to his bright smile for Kylie’s sake. “Why not! I loved talking about animals with her. Can’t imagine any other way to spend my night! ”

Sarcastic son of a bitch. Walking Kylie over to her mother’s table, you drop her off and then come right back to Matty, who has yet to get up from his place on the ground. You sit back down to join him, smirking at the obvious pout on his face.

“Looks like you made yourself a new friend.”

“I hate kids,” he says with a nod, eyes cast out on the busy dancefloor. “I truly do.”

“Oh she wasn’t so bad,” you tease him, but he shakes his head.

“You didn’t listen to her list off every animal she likes for seven straight minutes,” Matty replies, and you again have to cover your mouth to keep laughing. He looks miserable. “Honestly, I hope the bride and groom realize what they’re getting themselves into marrying each other. Those little gremlins come as a side-effect.”

You shake your head. “You sat with her for almost twenty minutes and played patty-cake, Matty. If you really hated her, you would’ve gotten up and left.”

“That’d be rude.”

“As if you haven’t been rude before.”

“Not to a little girl!”

“Matty ‘I don’t care what other people think of me’ Healy, brought to an exception when the ‘other people’ in question are small children.”

Matty narrows his eyes. “Do you want me to be rude to her when she inevitably comes back and tries to suck me into her animals and endless random bullshit vortex again?”

“No,” you say, pausing to give him a scolding glare. “I do however want you to finally admit that kids aren’t all that bad.”

“Never going to happen.”

“It’s going to happen, Matty. One day.”

“{Y/N}?”

“Yes Matty?”

“I love you, but George would decide to go in for corrective height surgery before that happens.”

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They say that the third time’s the charm. For Matty Healy, however, the third time is more of the same. Sprawled out on the immensely soft bed of the honeymoon suite, his eyes are trained on the shut door of the suite’s bathroom where you, his brand new bride, are prepping some surprise for him. Your wedding gift for him, you had said. Matty cannot be more eager for you to step out and show him what you have planned. His excitement can be seen all over his face, and elsewhere.

The wedding had been lovely. Both of you looked gorgeous, you especially in your beautiful white gown. Matty had needed all of his restraint to keep from letting you know in public how much he enjoyed the look it created on you. Now, lying in bed with only his undershirt and boxers on, he is finally going to have the chance to do so. It makes him question multiple times whether or not he should barge into the bathroom and get his surprise earlier than planned.

However, he stays put, eyes trained on the door, until he spots the handle jiggle. The door opens, and his eyes widen at the sight before him. Dressed in an angelically sexy white piece of lingerie, you creep forward to join Matty on the bed. His eyes on you turn your cheeks pink, though he had seen much more scandalous versions of you in the past. Something in his eyes is new. Perhaps it is the ring on his finger now playing tricks with his mind. Perhaps it is the fact he can call you ‘Mrs. Healy’ as more of a teasingly-spoken pet name. Or, perhaps it is the fact that you look so beautiful in the new number you chose specifically for this night. All you know is that it sends your cheeks aflame, and a pool of excitement in the pit of your stomach.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispers, truly transfixed as you join at his side. You blush and reach to cup his cheek.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Matty.”

“I’m so in love with you.”

A smile widens across your face. “I’m so in love with you, too.”

“We’re going to get to do so much together now, aren’t we? Like...life?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Waking up in the morning next to each other.”

“Yup.”

“Saying I love you every day.”

“Always.”

“Growing old together.”

“Of course.”

Matty grins and brings you in for a kiss. “I’m so lucky that I get to have all that happen with someone so beautiful and wonderful to me. Marrying you was the best choice I’ve made in a long time.”

Grinning as well, you carefully shift to sit on top of him, Matty leaning back against the super soft pillows under him and gazing up at you with gorgeous eyes. You let your fingers walk across his chest before you boop him on the nose, earning a giggle from him. “You forgot something.”

His face scrunches up in confusion. “What did I miss?”

“Raise a kid together.”

Matty chuckles. “{Y/N}, I told you, I hate kids.”

You boop him on the nose again. “Yeah, well, I told you that one day you’re going to get over that. It’s bound to happen some time soon.”

“It’s not going to happen. Nothing can change my mind.”

Raising an eyebrow, you rubbed at his chest. “Oh really? Would you like to bet on that?”

His eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”

“I bet that I can make you give in to at least entertaining the idea of possibly having kids one day by tonight.”

“Oh? And just how are you going to accomplish that impossible feat?”

You smirk. “No sex.”

Comically so, Matty’s jaw dropped. “You wouldn’t.”

Nodding, you got up off of Matty, purposefully doing so slowly and rather devilishly rubbing against him on your way off. He stares after you with lust in his eyes as you stand at the edge of the bed, your same smirk plastered on your face. You can see you are already killing him just by standing there.

“Admit you are willing to have kids.”

“I-I’m not going to give in that quickly.”

You shrug. “Suit yourself.”

Before Matty can speak, you move into performing a very unfair strip tease at the end of the bed, sending him looks and moving your body in ways that you know will drive him wild. You can feel his eyes sinking into you, longing to put an end to the madness you were instilling into his mind with every move. Upon bending over to pick up the silk cover-up that you had discarded onto the floor, you hear a low grumble leave his lips. Smiling innocently, you look up to find Matty biting his lip and looking like a complete mess. His breathing is shallower, his eyes are dilated, and he cannot look away from you. Your plan is working perfectly.

“Something wrong, Matty?”

“Fuck you.”

You grin. “That’s no way to talk to your wife.”

“It’s your fault.”

“What’s my fault, Matty?”

Groaning, he falls back on the pillows. “Fine.”

“Fine what?”

“Fine, we can have a kid someday.”

Your face lights up. “Promise you aren’t just saying that?”

He sighs. “Promise. Now, c’mon over here. I’m dying.”

Running up to the bed, you pounce on him with a big ‘oomf’ from Matty. Kissing him, you giggle and give him a big hug.

“Thank you, Matty. I love you so much.”

Gazing up at you, his eyes soften. “I love you too {Y/N}, even though I’m sure you’re going to drive me insane one of these days.”

You smile. “That’s my job, isn’t it?”

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“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what?”

Holding up the small test in your hand, you look to Matty anxiously for his response. You had been feeling terrible all week, getting sick from simple smells to the taste of your favorite foods, and decided to finally track down the answer to why it all happened. As the test in your hand has figured out for you, the culprit just so happened to be, of all things, a baby.

“It’s why I was so dreadful these past few days,” you explain, gently setting the test on the counter nearby. “I know it wasn’t planned, but I-”

“I need a second.”

You watch as Matty makes his way to the front door, not turning back to look at you or say where he is going when you call after him and ask. He leaves you confused and near tears for the house a few flats down. Knocking on the door, he is greeted by his long-time friend and resident giant George. He smiles, but quickly drops it when he sees how pale and nervous Matty looks. He instantly brings him inside.

“What on Earth is going o-”

“She’s pregnant.”

George stares at Matty for a moment, watching as he plops onto his couch and lets out a shaky sigh. “{Y/N} is pregnant? But it’s only been-”

“I know,” Matty snaps back quickly, “it’s only been a few months since our wedding. It wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Matty-”

“We have been safe too,” he continues, as if George never spoke. “We never did anything without protection. It just fucking appeared out of nowhere, unannounced.”

“Matty, I-”

“I didn’t even know what to say to her, I just got up and left after she said-”

“Wait,” George says, finally getting Matty’s attention, “you just left her alone at your home after she told you without saying anything to her?”

Matty nodded. “I panicked. I had no idea what to do. I still have no idea.”

“Well, for starters, you need to go over there and apologize for being an absolute dick.”

“George-”

“I’m serious,” George says, moving to sit across from Matty. “That’s a dick move. No matter how nervous you are, she’s probably loads more right now. Running away without a word probably terrified her. That’s no way to treat the girl you love, and married for that matter.”

“I know it was wrong, but I don’t know how to handle it. I’m not meant to be a dad.”

George frowns. “That’s total bullshit.”

“George, I’ve always hated kids,” Matty says, slouching. “I’m going to be a shit dad just on that principle alone.”

“For someone who is so intelligent, you sure are acting rather daft right now.”

“George.”

“Matty.”

“I’m not ready!”

“You think she is?” George asks, pointing in the direction of their shared house. “Her body is going to go through so much, and eventually she’s going to have to give birth to another human. Even people who are super ready for children get terrified by that. No one is ready for a baby, not completely. Those who say they are talk shit.”

Matty sighs. “She needs someone to be strong for her. I can’t be strong for her, not when I’m scared I’m going to fuck this up somehow.”

“Be honest with her,” he replies. “Let her know you are scared. Talk things out with her and you might just find that you share some of her fears. Work together. You’re going to have to do that a lot if you have a kid with her, you know. No time like the present to try.” George smiles softly at Matty. “It’ll be alright, Matty. You both have all of us here for you if things get hard or if you need help. It’ll be alright.”

Nodding, Matty hangs his head. “She’s going to hate me when I head back over.”

George chuckles. “Yeah, you’ve been a fucking idiot.”

“Not helping.”

“Just go be sincere,” he says, grabbing Matty by the hand to hoist him to his feet. “You’ll be fine. Oh, and Matty? Congrats, mate.”

Smiling softly, Matty gave him a nod. “Thanks, George.”

With that, he gets up and walks out the door, off to go back to you and apologize and try to make things better. He still feels terrified, but well...you always said that someday he would have to realize he liked kids. Maybe this is the wakeup call he needed to let him know that that time is now.

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Sixteen hours. Somehow, you already have endured sixteen long, frustrating, pain-filled hours of labor, and are entering your seventeenth more exhausted than the last. Matty’s been at your side the whole time. Thankfully, your pregnancy got him rather adjusted to the idea of a kid. He still reminded you that he hated kids, but when you figured out it was to be a girl, when he came up with the perfect name for her in the dead of night, when he felt her kick for the first time - well, all those times warmed him up to the idea of perhaps liking this kid as an exception. By the time you went into labor now seventeen hours ago, he was rather adjusted to the idea. Seventeen hours of seeing you in pain, however, was starting to make him reconsider his decision.

“I’m so sorry,” he tells you as a rather painful contraction hits, getting to you even through your epidural. His eyes are worried, his knee bouncing up and down to get out some of the nervous energy pent up within him. Once the contraction subsides, you breathe out deeply and look over to him.

“Don’t apologize, it’s all a part of getting our little girl here,” you say, but he can see in your eyes that you are dreading the pain and terrified. You hear him mutter something along the lines of ‘I hate kids’, but dismiss it as another contraction hits. As it subsides, your doctor walks in and goes to check you. To the relief of you and Matty, it’s finally time to welcome your little one into the world.

You push for what seems like months, though only an hour in actuality. Matty’s hand is red and squeezed to its breaking point when your little girl, beautiful Evangeline May Healy, comes into the world. You find yourself drawn to the little girl, with her already wondering eyes and scraggly curly dark locks, the moment you catch sight of her. Funnily enough, Matty does as well. He watches over her silently after congratulating you with a kiss, devoting his attention to her and only her whereabouts. When they pick her up from out of your arms to clean her up more and take measurements, he all but hovers over the crew of nurses sent to do so. He only returns to you when she is nestled gently into your arms covered in a swaddling of blankets and given a small pink beanie, barely as wide as his hand. You feel his lips on your head as he watches her from above, listening to you coo and tell her how happy they are to have her in their life, because even though you both felt terrified leading up to it, her birth is the best moment in your lifetimes. Every fight, mistake, and panic fell forgotten when looking at her.

After a short while to yourselves as a new family, mostly consisting of Matty holding his daughter and watching her movements, the floodgates are opened and your family and friends flood in. You watch with a fond smile as the band meets Evangeline. Matty makes sure to tell each one as they cradle her into their arms to be careful, and stays very close. When George goes to hold her, he is quick to tell him not to crush her because ‘she’s awfully tiny’ and he is ‘far from it’. It draws a laugh, despite Matty’s seriousness.

Everyone stays and congratulates the both of you for another hour, but eventually you grow tired, and little Evangeline grows fussy. Matty pulls the plug on the gathering for the sake of you both, thanking the crowd and letting them know you’ll both be in touch with them soon after you got your well-deserved rest. He lets George take a photo of your new family to post online for the fans, and then suddenly it is only the three of you again. Matty smiles down at you as Evangeline nurses away a few minutes later.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, making you turn to smile at him in return.

“Thank you,” you reply. “I’m proud of you, too.”

“What for?”

“Eva’s been alive for a little over two hours hours, and already you are so in love with her.”

Matty blushes. “Of course I am. She’s my daughter.”

“Yeah,” you say, “but nine months ago, you were scared of the mere idea of her. Now, look at you. She’s got you around her little finger. I’m proud at how much you’ve grown.”

“If you’re trying to get me to say what I think you’re thinking of, I still hate kids.”

Shaking your head, you smile. “Sure you do, Matty. That’s why you cried when you got to hold this one for the first time.”

“I-”

“Shush,” you say, teasingly so. “Can you take her from me and watch her for a bit? I’m exhausted and she should be sleepy now that she’s full. I want to get some sleep before the next few days of no sleep get here.”

He agrees without another word. Gently bringing her away from you, you pass her off to Matty and allow him to delicately cradle her against his chest. He is a smaller man, but the seven pound newborn does not fail to look so incredibly small against him. It warms your heart. You make sure Matty is settled and comfortable with Evangeline before settling yourself in your own blankets and shutting your eyes. Sleep overtakes you in mere minutes.

In the meantime, Matty brings Evangeline over to the window seat in your room and sits down. He overlooks the grand view your tenth floor room offers, and then gazes down at his little girl with a soft smile.

“You’re so tiny,” he tells her, as if she has any capacity to acknowledge it. It makes him chuckle and lean down to kiss her forehead. “You know, I never saw myself having one of you. When I was a teen and getting into some bad stuff, I thought having kids was out of the question for me. I thought I could never get myself to a point where I’d be able to take care of something, someone like you. I thought the same when I got big and famous with your uncles. How could someone as crazy as your ol’ dad settle down and take care of a little baby? How could I take care of one of you if I felt like a kid myself? Your ol’ dad is and always has been a mess, little girl. Take notes of that now, while you’re here with not much to do.” Matty laughs in spite of himself.

“But then, here I am. I have one of you, don’t I? I’m still a mess, but I have you, and your mom over there, and we’re okay.” He sighs and kisses Evangeline again. “We’re okay, and we’re going to be okay. I’m going to make sure of it. I’m not promising perfection, love. I never even promised your mom that in our wedding vows. I am promising however that I will always love you and try my best with you. I’ll try to never disappoint you. I’ll try to lead you on the right path, because lord knows you don’t need to give your mother another idiot to worry about.” He looks over at you fondly, sound asleep and peaceful. “We are going to treat you like a goddamn princess. You weren’t expected into our lives, but you’re going to be treated as if you were the reason we were given these lives to begin with. I promise that.”

Evangeline squirms a bit in Matty’s arms before settling and shutting her eyes. Matty reaches to gently stroke one of her chubby cheeks. “You know, I have a terrible habit. Not the drugs, though they are terrible and you are not allowed to even think about those things for a long while.” He laughs. “No, I have a terrible habit of saying that I hate kids. Your mom always teases me about it, and your uncle George does, too. My fans have probably jokingly thrown the phrase at me hundreds of times since they found out about you. Want to know something, Evangeline May? I mean that. I hate kids. I’ve never liked them, especially after being one for so many years and hating who I was during it. But, I have another secret for you. I may hate kids, but I could never, ever hate you.” Matty shakes his head as a tear falls down his face. “Never.”

Across the room, where you had quietly woken upon hearing his conversation, you smile brilliantly.

I fucking knew it.

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themurphyzone · 8 years

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Spend the Day With Someone You Love Ch 6

Savannah and Brick look weird to me. I love their character designs, but I guess I kind of got used to the more unconventionally attractive types. Maybe that’s just me.

Ch 6- Lights, Camera, Traction! Part 2: Though the Parting Hurts

“They’re calling us!” Balthazar hissed. “We need to go, Arohbeohte!”

Arohbeohte hugged a column, eyes squeezed shut. Her strength was causing small cracks to appear on the ceiling. She creaked pathetically. Balthazar rubbed his temple. He didn’t even know robots could develop stage fright.

“It’s only five minutes. It’ll end before you know it,” Vinnie reassured her, smiling calmly.

Arohbeohte didn’t look convinced. She gripped the column even more tightly, the base shaking as it was slowly uprooted from the ground.

“Try to imagine everyone in the audience is invisible,” Balthazar suggested.

“I like to use the underwear trick,” Vinnie added. “What if your crush was watching? You’d want to give it it your best shot, right?”

Arohbeohte visibly relaxed, keeping a palm braced on the column as she steeled her nerves. Finally, she nodded.

“Rebecca had a case of last-minute stage fright,” Balthazar explained to Ferb, who was struggling to secure a thick rope to a handle. “Poor dear. We’re terribly sorry for the delay.”

Ferb simply pointed to the stage, momentarily letting go of the rope. It flew through the air, hitting a light which sparked and set the cables on fire. Ferb scrambled for the nearest fire extinguisher.

“Sorry!” Vinnie called.

“Arthur, Frank, and Rebecca, everybody!” Phineas waved to them before vacating the stage and sitting down beside the judges.

Balthazar cleared his throat before starting, turning to Arohbeohte. “Lydia, I-um, oh dear,” he blushed out of embarrassment. Silently cursing Vinnie and his inexplicable love for teen movies, he continued. “I-uh, have always loved you since, um-about a year ago when you were bravely shoveling mystery meat down your throat. Yeah, that was really brave.” He pulled at the collar of his gaudy tropical shirt, sweating.

“No, Lydia! Don’t go with this dork!” Vinnie threw his arm out dramatically. “I have the IQ of half a sock puppet but I have a cool car imported from afar! And I don’t wear ascots unlike this loser who’s so loser-y all the other losers call him a loser and decide to sacrifice him to their loser deity!”

“What? That doesn’t make sense!” Balthazar broke character, confused.

“Roll with it,” Vinnie whispered. “I’m the jerky star quarterback remember?”

“Fine,” Balthazar gritted his teeth and swallowed his pride. “He mistreated all six of his ex-girlfriends, Lydia! Including that popular girl! You know which one I mean!”

Arohbeohte glanced between them, a hand rubbing her chin in contemplation. She motioned for Vinnie to speak.

“Why would you go with him? What’s he got? All he does is stay in the school library! And he has bad clothes, I’m willing to bet half my inheritance he doesn’t wash his underwear! Not to mention the teeth, and the hair, and the um, eyes,” Vinnie trailed off, before realizing what he said. “Wait, no, blue eyes are attractive to girls, forget the last bit.”

“So what if I have no social life? I can fix that! Um, we can read Shakespeare together! How about that Tybalt character, eh?” Balthazar elbowed Arohbeohte, grinning awkwardly.

Arohbeohte nodded, turning to Vinnie in case he could come up with a better answer.

“I have a designer tuxedo that probably costs more than your entire family’s life savings!” Vinnie shouted. “And it’s silk too! So, Lydia, who do you want?”

Arohbeohte threw her arms out and hugged Vinnie. His eyes bulged from the force of the embrace, desperately clawing for air. “C-can’t b-b-breathe,” he wheezed, collapsing once Arohbeohte released him. “Think I’m gonna lose a lung here!”

“We’re done!” Balthazar called to the judges. “I think we’ll stop here so my ah-partner, doesn’t cough up any vital organs.”

“Round of applause to Arthur, Frank, and Rebecca!” Phineas shouted. Nobody in the audience clapped, except for a kid in a sweatervest. “Well, you certainly stunned them into silence! Judges’ thoughts?”

“Too cliche for my liking,” Baljeet said, giving a thumbs down. “It reminded me way too much of a bad soap opera combined with a teen movie. Zero points on acting. Nilch on presentation.”

“I liked the quiet one,” Isabella smiled at Arohbeohte. “But Arthur, you and Frank need acting lessons pronto. And that shirt, man. You aren’t on a honeymoon to Hawaii! One point for acting. I can’t give negative points, so I’ll have to settle for zero on presentation.”

“It was horrible,” Buford crossed his arms. “Zero on both categories.”

“Well, there goes this plan,” Vinnie commented as they walked off the stage. “It was fun though, right?”

Arohbeohte nodded, nudging Balthazar. He looked up from his fuming. “I suppose we’ll have no choice but to report to the boss. Another mission, failed.”

“But the important thing is we had fun!” Vinnie said. “And Arohbeohte gained confidence!”

Balthazar sighed. He was not looking forward to making their report.

Mr. Block shook an empty mixed-nuts can at them threateningly. “Delaware. Cankadore. Remind me of your mission.”

“Save the world,” Balthazar muttered, resisting the urge to deck his boss.

“That would be a competent time traveler’s mission,” Mr. Block growled. “Yours.”

“Enter a contest and win so we could get the grand prize,” Vinnie replied. “Though i don’t get what’s so grand about perishables-”

“Food aren’t the only things in this time-forsaken future that are perishable. Teleport H54T9U to the Time Travel Bureau at once. I don’t hold out much hope for it anyway. It was just the runt of the batch and was practically assigned to janitor from the moment of creation,” Mr. Block ordered.

“Her name is Arohbeohte. A as in appendix, r as in rainbow, o as-,” Balthazar elbowed Vinnie so he didn’t waste Mr. Block’s time. Though Balthazar suspected Mr. Block thought everything was a waste of time. “And she’s been a great companion. We are not sending her back until you promise to call her by that name and treat her well. And let her confess to her crush.”

“A crush?” Mr. Block raised an eyebrow and laughed obnoxiously, to Vinnie and Balthazar’s growing irritation. “On who? A tin can? Maybe a really broken down car?”

“You will not patronize her like that, sir,” Balthazar said. “Her crush is as valid as anyone else’s.” Vinnie stared at him, his jaw nearly hitting the floor in shock. “Furthermore, aside from a few hiccups, she has proven herself to be a trusted ally in protecting pistachios.”

“Speaking of protecting pistachios, whose idea was it to commission these robots for that sort of thing anyway?” Vinnie asked. “Wouldn’t they be more useful in the taking over the world department with lasers, death rays, and other cool weapons?”

“It was a bet. My final order for today is to send H54T9U to headquarters immediately,” Mr. Block growled. “Block, signing off. Gerald owes me a hundred bucks.”

As soon as the communicator switched off, Vinnie crushed Balthazar in an embrace. “I knew you cared, Balthy! You just don’t like to admit it!” Balthazar’s mustache quivered as he struggled to escape.

“I could hardly let him insult Arohbeohte,” Balthazar retorted quickly. “He did not witness her destructive capabilities firsthand.”

They broke apart, Vinnie poking him in the chest. Balthazar did not like that knowing smirk that spread across Vinnie’s face. “You know how burnt marshmallows have a kind of charm to some people?”

“No,” Balthazar grumbled, turning away so Vinnie couldn’t see his blush.

“Well, first you roast them until they’re all brown and unappealing on the outside, but once you bite that part off there’s a bunch of mushy, gooey sugar in the middle. And then you can stick it into a s’more or just eat it off the stick,” Vinnie grinned.

Balthazar groaned against Arohbeohte’s metal knee. I am not a burnt marshmallow, I am not a burnt marshmallow, he repeated to himself. Ugh, must he always use food metaphors so freely?

Once Balthazar cleared his head, he realized they had no choice but to send Arohbeohte back. They couldn’t exactly do much since they were at the bottom of the pecking order. “Arohbeohte, we cannot defy Mr. Block’s order. We have to send you back to headquarters.”

“Make sure you eat your veggies, and brush before bed, and wipe your feet before you step inside a building-” Vinnie sniffled into a tissue. “I’ll miss you!” Arohbeohte lifted Vinnie up to her chest, placing a giant hand on his back. Balthazar concentrated on a small pebble, just as unwilling to say goodbye. Then Arohbeohte suddenly picked him up too, squeezing him tightly.

Balthazar hesitantly patted Vinnie’s back. “She’s a big girl. She can take care of herself. Excluding random accidental acts of destruction of course.” He offered Vinnie a small handkerchief, which was promptly ruined by tears and snot. “Keep it,” Balthazar wrinkled his nose when Vinnie tried to give it back.

After an hour, the entire group calmed down enough so that Balthazar could properly calibrate the Temporal Transporter to send Arohbeohte to headquarters. “Take care!” Vinnie fistbumped Arohbeohte one last time. “Don’t forget to write!”

Balthazar opened the channel, a swirling blue portal materializing behind Arohbeohte. “So long,” he said softly. “Don’t let them give you a hard time.”

Arohbeohte nodded, waving goodbye before she slowly walked into the portal. Balthazar mentally counted to ten before switching the Temporal Transporter off, the vortex dissipating into thin air. Balthazar’s arm dropped to his side in disbelief, the Transporter cracking slightly as it hit the concrete.

They were a duo again.

One week later, they had at least five more failed missions under their belt. Balthazar did not want to think about the giant model of an aglet that crushed the pistachio silo they were supposed to be protecting from hungry tourists.

They had decided to take an evening off, just to recuperate for a while. “Man, this movie is terrible,” Vinnie commented. “Ducky Momo was not meant to be live-action in the slightest.”

Balthazar shifted his position on the cheap recliner, groaning when a spring dug into his back. “Blasted thing,” he muttered.

Just as the creepy live-action Ducky Momo opened his stubby arms and slowly waddled to an incredibly scared child, the screen suddenly filled with static, an image of Mr. Block replacing the movie. “Is there a reason for your improper conduct?” he scowled, not missing a beat with his insults.

Balthazar and Vinnie scrambled to their feet, raising their arms in a hasty salute.

Mr. Block scoffed. “Sloppy. I’ve seen earthworms do better salutes.”

“Is there a particular reason why you called, sir? We already met our failure quota for the day,” Balthazar asked, unwilling to stomach more reminders of their incompetence.

“Cavendish, you’re actually starting to recognize that you’re at the bottom! This is too perfect,” Mr. Block smirked. “There’s a letter addressed to you. Though I can’t imagine who would be writing to you in the first place. Check your cabinet.”

Vinnie opened the cabinet that doubled as a transporter and held up a large envelope that smelled of motor oil and pistachios.

“At least the new secretary didn’t mess this one up. Expect a briefing at 10 sharp tomorrow,” the image flickered, replaced by the ending credits of the movie.

“A letter?” Balthazar wondered out loud. “Nobody in the future uses letters anymore.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Vinnie commented. “Hey, Arohbeohte didn’t forget us after all! I was so worried about her!”

Balthazar took note of the childish, blocky penmanship on the front of the envelope. “TO VENI DADKOTE AND BELFICZAR CEVEDADSCH,” he read, making a mental note to teach Arohbeohte how to spell their names if they ever met again.

“She called me dad! I’m a Dad, Balthy! And so are you!” Vinnie yelped, breaking the seal and pulling out the contents. “Holy moly, we gotta start playing catch, setting a chore list, dress up, sign her up for the city’s soccer league-”

“And how, pray tell, do you plan to do that?” Balthazar asked, stunned that she called him dad when he hadn’t thought he’d done anything that could be remotely considered good parenting.

Vinnie shrugged. “People are a lot more accepting of robots now.”

Vinnie carefully unfolded several sheets of paper, each containing the same large messy scrawl of the envelope. A photo was hidden inside the last one. They studied it in silence, taking in how happy Arohbeohte looked beside her crush, a much taller robot clearly built for defense and outfitted with dangerous weapons. Their arms were wrapped around each other, each flashing the victory sign at the camera.

HI, HOW ARE YOU?

THANK YOU FOR THAT FUN DAY WE HAD! CAN WE DO IT AGAIN? HERE’S A PHOTO OF ME AND TITAN! YOU SHOULD MEET HIM SOMETIME! DADKOTE, I’M GLAD YOU TOLD ME TO CONFESS. I WOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT IF YOU HADN’T SUPPORTED ME! CEVEDADSCH, I DON’T THINK YOU LIKED ME AT FIRST AND I’M SORRY IF I MESSED UP BUT THEN YOU WOULDN’T LET THAT MEANIE CALL ME MEAN NAMES AND I STILL LOVE BOTH OF YOU LOTS! HUGS!

WITH LOVE, EROBEATE

Balthazar wiped his glasses. He hadn’t treated Arohbeohte kindly. He hadn’t. So why was he still missing her?

“You can always say sorry,” Vinnie suggested. He had always been the more perceptive one. “You’re just rough around the edges like-”

“If you’re going to compare me to a burnt marshmallow again, then you’re sleeping outside,” Balthazar warned.

“Shutting up,” Vinnie replied quickly.

“I believe we have a letter to write. And perhaps we could find a picture frame tomorrow,” Balthazar said.

“I’m telling her about the aglet,” Vinnie smirked.

“I’ll write about the training incident where you collapsed after a few hurdles,” Balthazar said.

“That one time we set a superior’s eyebrows on fire,” Vinnie said.

Balthazar allowed his lips to quirk upwards. “A new troublemaker in the works,” he chuckled. The Bureau was going to have their hands full.

School caught up to me. There will be one more chapter after this, stay tuned!

#milo murphy's law #mml fanfiction #vinnie dakota #balthazar cavendish #spend the day with someone you love

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