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10. What's the best fanfic you've ever read?

Hey, thanks for the ask!

A very tough question indeed... 🤔 As far as TYO/related stuff goes, there's Closets (and the second Closets, which I was lucky enough to get to read more of than has been published) by @theevilesteviled and Three Times Dead by @frankenbolt. Also, because I'm terrible, I also very much enjoyed One Thing Leads to Another by frankenbolt.

Outside of this fandom, I've also read a lot of Red Dwarf fic (as you may have guessed from my main blog 😂) and I think my favourites there would be Blood of the Smegged and The Unlikeliest Pair.

And then... If we're really going to hark back to my early fandom years of Harry Potter, I don't remember specific names but the fics written about super niche bits of HP lore were always very good.

Sorry this took so long! My sister has been sick all day and is finally on the mend.

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"Alright, Chase." Donald sighed once Bree was in her capsule, trying to sleep off the concussion she got on the failed mission. "Let's see the damage."

Once Donald had gotten her assessed and Adam had finished putting away their gear, there was one injury that still needed to be tended to, which was the dislocated shoulder that Chase was currently sporting. The teen was sitting at the main console, still in full mission mode.

"She's gonna be okay, right?" Chase asked quietly, not meeting Donald's eyes and choosing instead to look at his boots, trying to keep the tears of fear and anger at bay.

"Hey, eyes up here." Donald directed as he sat in front of Chase, meeting his brown eyes with the teary, hazel ones. "She's going to be fine. Yeah, super speeding with a concussion is a no, but give her a week or two and she'll be back to normal."

"I'm sorry. I gave her the signal too early. I should've paid more attention." Chase sniffled, wiping his eyes on his suit sleeve.

"Chase, you were trying to dismantle a bomb, and that part of the mission was a success." Donald explained. "Did I want my tropical facility to get blown up, no. Am I glad you three made it out of alive, absolutely. Buildings can be fixed, but you three are irreplaceable."

Chase nodded, unable to keep the tears of doubt and fear from rolling down his face and in return, looked back down at his boots.

"I'm gonna go grab a sling real quick. You’ve got to calm down before I can fix you up, okay?” Chase nodded, wiping his eyes against his sleeve again and took a shuddering breath.

Yesssss ������

I look myself in the face And whisper "I'm in the wrong place" Is there more to lose than gain If I go on my own again?

Loved this! The rhythm and timing of your writing is so awesome!