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heyitsmerose · 4 years ago

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Ateez reaction their s/o loving their scent (Hyung Line)

So for this imagine, to change it up a bit I decided to have it both ways, wherein they love your scent in some reactions, but you also love theirs in others. Thus, for the members that seem like they would openly tell you about your scent, the reactions have been written in that way. For the members that might not, I have written it so the reader loves their scent instead. Sorry that this is so confusing ahaha.

Also I probably sound so weird, I promise I’m not a weird person. Doesn’t everyone imagine what people smell like? no? just me? okay.

Word Count : 2k

Genre : Fluff

Hongjoong :

It was comeback period, and they needed to have a full album with 9 songs in just under 3 months. This definitely took a toll on Hongjoong, as he felt constantly stressed, 24/7. You noticed he wasn’t coming home as often as he used to, and you noticed how he had distanced himself from you too. You tried reaching out, and calling him, only for him to give short replies and get back to work. You knew this wasn’t good for his mental health, but there was only so much you could do. You knew that if he kept overworking and taking stress, his body would soon not be able to take it anymore and that’s exactly what happened.

About halfway through their live, Seonghwa and San got a phone call from their leader. Thinking it was a normal phone call, they declined it as a joke. Even after a few minutes however, Hongjoong didn’t call them back, so they called him themselves getting worried. They were instantly met with his hoarse voice begging for help.

“Seonghwa-yah, I can’t breathe. I- I-” He gasped and cried. Seonghwa and San instantly went into panic mode, quickly ending the live and rushing to their leader. They found Hongjoong in the corner of his studio of the floor, head in hands, sobbing.

“Hey, hey, hey, Hongjoong hyung, what’s wrong?” San asked, only to be cut of by gasping from the leader. Hongjoong was sobbing loudly and he couldn’t breathe, this had never happened before and he didn’t know what to do. Seonghwa started to get worried, and had called the rest of the members. They all watched helplessly, as their leader was crying and was violently shaking, flinching at any contact made. Seonghwa and Yeosang both started to cry feeling incredibly helpless. San decided to call you for help, knowing you’d be able to calm him down.

“Y/n-ah, I think Hongjoong hyung is having a panic attack, he won’t stop crying and can’t breathe, please hurry!” He sternly said. You gasped and ran out the door, with nothing but your phone. When you arrived at the studio, you found all the boys huddled around Hongjoong, while he was sobbing and gasping. They made way for you, and you immediately jumped into his arms. You straddled his lap, and ran your fingers through his hair. As soon as he recognised the familiar scent, he gasped and cried a little louder, whispering apologies to you.

“Shhh” You whispered, tears flowing nonstop from your eyes too. He buried his head into your neck and the both of you just sat there and cried. His breathing slowly calmed down, and his cries subsided. When he finally could breathe normally, he looked up at everyone with bloodshot eyes, muttering apologies.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened to me...” He whispered. At this point, most of the members were crying, or at least had teary eyes seeing their leader so broken. He was thankful to have you in that moment as you knew him well enough to know your scent calmed him down.

Seonghwa :

You knew it was wrong, Seonghwa was the son of your mom’s boyfriend, but you still found him so intriguing. He could possibly been your stepbrother, if your mom decides to get married. You wanted your mom to be happy, but at the same time couldn’t help but hate their relationship. It didn’t help when once recently you were caught in his room smelling his stuff. Your mom and Seonghwa’s dad had already moved in together, but weren’t married yet. Despite this, it was only obvious, for them to take the next step and get married. At the moment, you and Seonghwa had your own rooms, but you were banished form his at all costs. Despite this, you let your curiosity get the best of you, and one day decided to sneak into his room. Bad idea.

You were greeted by the most heavenly scent of a mix of roses, honey and musk. His room was cozy and the fact that everything smelled like him did not help one bit. Your legs moved on their own and you walked towards his closet. You felt like you were ascending. Overwhelmed by heavenly scents, you grabbed a bunch of the clothing and stuffed it into your face, inhaling the wonderful smell. You must have seemed like a creep, but you didn’t care. You soon walked to desk and noticed a small black bottle. You realised it was cologne and your curiosity getting the best of you, you smelled it. This was it. This is the heavenly smell you loved. You immediaetely drenched yourself in it loving the smell.

Meanwhile, a certain someone was watching you from the door. He walked into the room, and in a daze, you didn’t realise he walked in. He back hugged you and you jumped.

“Hey, calm down” He whispered

“I see, you’re enchanted by the way my room smells” He said turning you around, and there it was again, the sweet smell, mixed with a bit of sweat, pure heaven in your opinion. You tried your best to try and block out the smell, only for your eyes to roll back into your head from pleasure and comfort.

Seonghwa laughed at you, pushing you outside the room.

“You better stop doing that, or else I might have to tell mom and dad” He said giggling, his demeanor instantly changing. You were confused and even more frustrated now. You were falling for Seonghwa but couldn’t be with him. What a tragic life you had. Little did you know, a few months later, you both would run away and get eloped. Haha, sorry mom.

Yunho :

Could you have possibly fallen harder for Yunho. The answer is no. You were so in love with him it scared you. You weren’t even aware you could love someone this much, yet here you were. You couldn’t be happier though, Yunho loved you even more, if that were eve possible. One thing that you always loved though was the way it smelled, and you actually liked his smell before you even met him.

See, your best friend, was Yunho’s younger, cousin sister. When you had come to visit once, she was talking about her boyfriend and was talking about how he made her feel so loved. She showed you this blue hoodie he had lent her and you just nodded your head, unsure of what to say. You weren’t too interested, since you just felt more single anyways. When she left to go the washroom, however, you decided to take a closer look. You picked up the hoodie she was showing you. Was it really that nice to have your boyfriend lend you a hoodie? You picked up the hoodie and smelled it, it smelled like sweat and you threw it as far as you could away from you.

“Wow, I can see why she is smitten” You said to yourself sarcastically, rolling your eyes. You were about the go back to sit on the bed when you noticed a dark grey hoodie. Sighing, you picked it up. You brought it close to your face to observe the words on it only to be greeted by the sweetest, most heavenly smell ever. You immediately gasped and stuffed the fabric in your face. It smelled like honey and you couldn’t get enough of it. You were absolutely mesmerised and decided to put it on. Your hands were moving on their own and you removed your shirt and put the hoodie on. Right then, your friend walked in and you gasped.

“This isn’t your boyfriends hoodie is it?” You asked stuttering, hoping it wasn’t, or else you would definitely be in a weird position.

“So you have found Yunho’s hoodie huh” She replied

“Yunho? who’s Yunho?

“My cousin”

“Thank godd!” You said a bright smile on your face, now you could openly voice your interest without feeling worried that it was her boyfriend’s hoodie instead.

“What’s with that smileee” Your best friend teased you

“Dudeee, this hoodie smells like honey and it reminds me of heaven. I just want to like bathe myself in this smell, why is it so enchanting?” You said exasperated.

“I mean it smells alright...” your best friend said, not understanding you.

“ALRIGHT?!??! IT SMELLS LIKE HEAVEN DUDE, LIKE MUSKY AND I WANT TO BE SURROUNDED BY THIS SCENT” You said yelling

Right then, a tall boy walked through the door. He stood in front of you and you raised an eyebrow. You were about to say something, when he hugged you all of a sudden. You were taken aback at first but recognised the smell, and instantly wrapped your hands around his neck and brought yourself closer.

Thats how you met Yunho.

Yeosang :

You and Yeosang were the perfect couple. Balancing each other out, yet matching each others energy, you couldn’t have asked for more. One of your favourite things to do was lie on him when he was shirtless as you loved his natural woody scent. It was so calming for you and it was just one of the many other reasons you loved him.

The problem was, you could never stop yourself. You just loved him smell so much, you just tried to be close to him whenever you could. It didn’t help that you were at the dorms recently with all the members and wanted to cuddle. You were all watching a movie, when you saw Woosan, Seonghwa and his girlfriend, Hongjoong and his girlfriend, and Yungi cuddling. It made you pout, so you pulled on one of Yeosang’s arms. He just looked down at you questioningly while you pulled him closer. He giggled and realised what you wanted, guiding your head to his chest, laying it gently and running his hands through your hair. This was still not enough for you though. You pulled up the blanket you were sharing and pulled it over the both of you, until your head, and his chest. Under the blanket, you slowly and gently ran your hands down till the bottom of his thin shirt and lifted it up slightly. You glided your hands under his shirt and gently pushed them upwards. He instantly shivered and the cold touch and closed his eyes. You ran your hands across his stomach and chest and he lightly moaned, only for you to hear.

You laughed and pulled the blanket over your heads completely until it was covering the both of you. You then took the opportunity to take off his shirt. He simply obliged, caught up in the moment. When you took off his shirt, you slid back down, to the waistband of his pants, and kissed his stomach. You moved up his stomach and chest showering him with kisses, after finally finding a comfortable position, and resting your head on his chest. He kissed your head and wrapped the blanket around the both of you comfortably. When the movie was over and the Matz started waking everyone up, it was safe to say they were thoroughly confused when they saw him shirtless, with your head in the crook of his neck. They decided to wake Yeosang up first, not wanting to embarrass you. He looked at all of them and blushed, carrying you to his room. He never told you about what happened, until recently when you had another movie night together and Wooyoung didn’t pass you the blanket.

“Yah! Wooyoung, pass me the blanket idiot!” You yelled after he kept snatchin it away.

“Why? so you can do nasty stuff, while Yeosang is shirtless, like you did last time?” He said raising his eyebrows. You were first confused, then blushed bright red, and started to chase him. Yeosang simply sighed and joined the two of you.

#ateez x reader #ateez #ateezff #ateez fanfic #ateezfanfic #ateez angst #ateez fluff #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #ateez scent #ateez hyungs

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what-is-your-plan-today · 5 years ago

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Leave No One Behind Ch 1: You Gotta Have A Plan

Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Chapter Summary: After returning from Sudan following their arrest, Sam and Ari go their separate ways…but Ari just can’t let things go. He needs a plan to break the refugees he left in the camp out. And he comes up with a plan so ridiculous that it just might work. That is, if he can pull together the right team.

Unfortunately he knows that the 2 people he probably needs and wants there the most, are going to be the toughest to convince. After all, they are siblings…

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

Chapter Pairings: Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz

A/N: Now, we believe from what research and reviews tell us, that RSDR takes place basically between 1979 and 1982 (the real Operation Brothers upon which it is based upon ran until 1984). To keep this as historically factual as possible, we have done all the research we can find on Mossad, the history of the Jewish people in the 40s through 80s…the rest is purely down to our imagination.

If anything is factually wrong, we mean no offence. Chalk it down to slight creative license and take this for what it is- a work of fiction.

Before you continue, we recommend you read this to introduce the ‘cast’- Leave No One Behind: Meet the Characters

Also Tags will be done by reblogs as Tumblr seems to, once again, have been taken over by Hydra and isn’t giving everyone notifications.

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Chapter Song: Across the Universe by the Beatles

“Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes, that call me on and on across the universe…”

March 1979

Ari Levinson was a man who very rarely liked to sit still. He’d been the same as a boy, always needing to be doing something. And right now, even in a dark, sweaty, smelly cell in Sudan he was no different. Using the bars in the roof that gave them the only light and air into the area, he was doing pull ups, counting his way up to 100. When he finished his reps he dropped down with a sigh and made his way over to sit by Sammy who was leaning against the wall.

Ari glanced over at his friend, his fellow agent who simply looked at him without saying a word, and then looked away, both of them glancing up as Kabede, their in-country contact so to speak, walked over and sat besides Sammy.

“I heard the guards talking.” he said softly in his thick, African accent as Ari sat, his arms hanging over his knees. “They think we are smugglers. We need to get out of here.”

“Mr. Guy Thomas.” one of the guards called. All 3 of them exchanged a look, before Ari stood up and made his way to the cell door.

“You called?” he asked.

“You, and your friends…” the guard said, gun slung over his shoulder “You come with me…”

They did as they were told and were ushered into a small room, where they were unceremoniously handed their gear and told they were free to go. Ari did nothing but smile at Sammy, who rolled his eyes, because it was a knowing joke between everyone who ever ran a mission with Ari that he could fall in pig shit and come out smelling like roses.

Ari fished a packet of cigarettes out of his back pack, along with his shades and slipped them onto his eyes. He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out into the sun, lighting his cigarette as he went. He paused for a moment, looking at the man who was leaning against a blue car, watching him. He jerked his head and Ari stepped towards him.

“And you are?” Ari asked, eyeing him up.

“I'm the reason you're out of there.” The man said, pushing himself off the car. Ari exchanged a look with Sammy as the man continued “Walton Bowen, American.”

“No shit.” Sammy said, his eyes still on the man as Ari shook his hand.

“Yeah?” Walton looked at him before he moved to shake his hand too “Cultural attaché, the embassy in Khartoum.”

“Oh. Well, you must have your hands full, considering the flourishing cultural scene in Sudan.” Ari said, the sarcasm evident in his tone and Walton gave a little laugh.

“Not nearly as flourishing as you with your anthropology studies, I'm sure.” Walton said, his voice level but Ari could detect the note of disbelief he carried. “We got a call from DC, you gents had gotten yourselves into a bit of a pickle.”

As Ari kept his eyes on the man and his face straight, besides him Sammy pointed

“Is that our stuff in the back of your car?”

Ari looked at Sammy then round to the car as Walton nodded.

“Yes, it is. I'm sorry about the hasty packing…” he said, gesturing to the car “…but I know you have a flight in less than five hours to London.”

Ari snorted, shaking his head a little. Of course we do, damned it Ethan.

“Where are you off to after that, boys?” Walton continued.

Ari didn’t reply, instead he chuckled, and turned from the man, walking over to where Kabede was stood a few feet away.

“Looks like they're calling me back. Are you gonna be okay?” Ari asked

“Yes” Kabede assured him “I will bring more families.”

“We'll find a better way.” Ari nodded, giving the man a friendly embrace, patting him on the back before he turned around and walked back towards Walton and Sammy.

“Hope you got my toothbrush…” he said, not stopping as he passed them both and made his way to the car. “It’s new.”

After a few hours layover in London, they were called to a desk and given tickets for a flight back to Isreal for an hour later. Ari fell asleep before the taxi down the runway had even finished and awoke a few hours later, stretching and ordering himself a beer. Before much longer the plane began it’s descent into Ben Guiron Airport and Ari let out a sigh. He knew he should be glad to be home, but he wasn’t. He hated leaving a job half done. But he wouldn’t deny he was looking forward to a shower. He felt disgusting, looked disgusting, smelt disgusting. Thank fuck Ethan had the sense to book an entire row out for him and Sammy each.

They cleared customs easily and were met by a driver who waved them over to a car.

“Home?” The man asked Ari as he took his bags from him to take them to the trunk. .

“Office.” Ari corrected, as he wrenched open the passenger door of the car. “You coming?” he asked Sammy as he sat down.

“Nah. Nah, I'm going back home.” Sammy looked at him.

“What?” Ari said, frowning as he got back out, leaning on the roof of the car.

“Back to the clinic.” Sammy said with a small smile.

Ari looked around, before he shut the door and walked over to Sammy, his mouth open in surprise.

What the hell are you talking about?” he asked gently.

“I called Ethan back in London, got a message to Hannah. She’s picking me up.” Sammy said taking a deep breath “I'm done.”

Sammy moved to pull Ari into an embrace, which Ari returned, albeit it a little half- heartedly as he was still reeling from Sammy’s revelation.

“Why?” he asked, patting Sammy on the back.

“I love you, man.” Sammy said, pulling away “You're a lucky guy. But when the luck runs out, then... you gotta have a plan, and you never have one. So... I'm out. “

Sammy looked around.

“You're out?” Ari said flatly, his eyebrows raising.

“I'm out.”

“Sammy.” Ari said gently as Sam turned away. He paused and turned to face Ari again, smiling.

“Goodbye, my friend.”

Sam quickly walked away down towards the pick-up area outside the terminal, as Ari called his name again, a little louder, but he ignored him.

Ari sighed and looked upwards, wiping a hand over his face before he glanced at Sam’s retreating back just in time to see a flurry of dark, wavy hair rushing towards him. Ari continued to observe from a distance as Sammy hugged his sister back, her face pressed into the side of his neck, Sammy gently rubbing at her back. When he finally let her go, Ari finally got a look at her and he had to smile. The last time he had seen Hannah had been almost 3 years ago, at her husband Andy’s funeral and Ari was pleased to see she looked better than she had that day. Her hair was longer, her cheeks were fuller again, no longer hollow with grief. Her skin was darker, more tanned...she looked healthy, back to her vivacious self along with, he hoped, that spark that bounced in her deep blue eyes, Eyes he knew so well.

He had first met Hannah through Sammy when she was 17, and he was 24. He had liked her from the off, despite being 7 years older than her and there’d been a spark, there was no denying that. But for various reasons, despite a 3 month long sort of fling, it hadn’t worked out. He’d backed off, instead admiring her from afar, constantly telling himself he was too old and no good for her, and then he had met Sarah. Their relationship at first had been based on total, physical attraction and had been a total whirlwind. They had married later that same year after discovering Sarah was pregnant, Ari wanting to do the right thing by her. Their daughter Maya was born 7 months later and for the first 4 years, he had to admit he’d been happy.

Meanwhile, Hannah had started dating another one of their agents and friends, Andy Horowitz. They’d married too and then sadly mere months after they had married Andy had been killed on a mission they’d been running some 3 years ago, a mission Ari had been in charge of.

Hannah said she didn’t blame Ari, but he’d seen it written on every inch of her pretty face. She’d hardly been able to look him in the eyes since Andy’s death, and as a result he had made no effort to reach out in the 3 years since Andy’s funeral. Which he knew was a selfish, shitty thing to do on his behalf, as they’d all been so close, family close even, but Hannah had always worn her heart on her sleeve and he couldn’t face the turmoil and heartbreak she was emanating.

Sammy assured him she didn’t hold him at fault, not really and that she was just upset, compounded by the fact she hadn’t been there and was only hearing everything 2nd hand. But still, it did nothing to assuage Ari’s guilt. Andy’s life cut so tragically short, and Hannah left widowed at such a young age…

The driver’s voice shook Ari out of his thoughts, and when his eyes focussed again he realised he was staring at nothing. Hannah and Sammy both long gone. With a nod to the man he climbed back in the car and they set off for HQ.

**** "You're pissed." Sammy told his sister, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Hanna didn't answer. She stared at the license plate of the car right before them as if it was the magic combination to some sort of treasure chest. She was avoiding looking at her brother. Of course she was pissed, that was out of the question, but she didn't want to discuss that in the middle of the early evening exasperating traffic. Why was the way out of the airport always so crammed with cars?

Sammy turned to look at her and read the signs like an open book. White knuckles from the intensity with which her hands where holding the steering wheel, furrowed brow and a twitch of the mouth where she was biting the inside of her right cheek. He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You are pissed. I can tell, Hannah."

"No, I'm not" she replied trying to sound as convincing as possible and hit the car horn three times. "Oh, come on! We all have places to be!"

"Yes, you are. And honking the horn while in a traffic jam won't get you anywhere quicker, you know that?" Sammy said raising an eyebrow at her sudden outburst.

"No, it won't. But it will keep me from slapping you across your stupid face." she bit back, admitting her irritation.

"Ok." Sammy said preparing for what was about to come slouched on the passenger seat "What's on your mind?"

"Damnit, Sammy. You know full well what's on my mind. You know perfectly fucking well." she hissed without even bothering to look at him.

He sighed and nodded as an only answer. Avoiding his sister's gaze, he turned and looked through the passenger window.

"Yet, there you go again." she resumed after a minute, once she had steadied her voice and swallowed the lump in her throat. "Getting yourself arrested. You could have been killed right there on the spot! I just ...."

"Hey…" Sammy said gently rubbing her thigh "It’s ok. I'm ok, right?"

Hannah nodded and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. There were a few minutes of silence in the car as the traffic resumed and Sammy waited patiently for his sister to get herself together before speaking.

"I spoke to Ethan from London, told him I'm out." Sam said.

"What?" Hannah asked surprised looking at her brother before rapidly turning her eyes to the road ahead.

"That last mission... it was just... I'm done. Can't do it anymore." Sam fumbled with the words while he rubbed the scars on his right hand with his left one.

Hannah looked at her brother again, before she sighed, concern flooding her system.

"What happened Sammy?" she asked, her tone soft “It must be something bad to make you want to leave it all behind.”

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. It's just… I'm tired of all that shit and need to get out, that's all." Sam replied trying to convince his sister and, most importantly himself, it was the right decision.

The sight of that woman letting herself drown in the river had taken a toll on him. It haunted him at night and whenever he closed his eyes. He could have done more, he should have saved her, he should have found her under that muddy water and swum with her to safety. But he hadn't been able to and he didn't want to go into another mission where he would lose lives instead of saving them.

"So, what's the plan?" Hannah asked a moment later trying to snap her brother out from the place he seemed to be lost in.

"The plan is getting home, have a shower, eat something decent and sleep till the new full moon." Sam deadpanned with a faint smile.

"I’d also consider a haircut." Hanna quipped smiling at him. "That mop doesn't suit you, neither does the moustache!"

"Yeah, well. Not much you can do when you're down there and under for six weeks." Sam stated before he smiled at her "You, on the other hand, look great, Han"

"Well, that's what you get when you shower and wash your clothes. You stink." she said winking at him and he laughed.

"Seriously though, what are you gonna do? “ Hannah asked him after a moments pause “You gotta have a plan."

"That's exactly what I told Ari..." Sammy shrugged and Hannah’s head whipped once more to look at him.

"Ari?" she asked double checking her brother "Was Ari on the mission with you? Actually, don’t bother answering because of course he was..." she trailed off.

"That reckless, lucky son of a bitch who never seems to have a back-up plan." Sam said before lighting a cigarette. “He was there alright.”

"I'd say the man without a plan has some things very well planned." she mused while tapping the steering wheel with her fingers.

"Yeah, well, as I told him I wanna go back to the clinic. If that's ok with you, that is."

"Of course it is Sam. It's our clinic, remember? And we could do with your help, in fact, it would be a blessing. We've been very busy lately." she said excited by the prospect of having her brother with her again. "Mum will be thrilled to hear that.” “How is she?” Sam asked.

“She’s ok.” Hannah said “I’ve been trying to get her to take it easy, consider retiring but…you know what she’s like.” Sammy snorted “Stubborn, opinionated, always thinks she knows best…that’s where you get it from.” Hannah merely raised her eyebrow and smirked a little. “I dare you to tell her that on Sunday…” “Sunday?” “Yeah, she hasn't told you yet but you're coming for lunch." Hannah smirked as Sammy rolled his eyes, smiling fondly “And she won’t take no for an answer.”

***** “Ladies and gentlemen. This afternoon, historic documents concluding the Treaty of Peace between the Arab Republic of Egypt and the State of Israel will be signed…” Ari could hear the reporter on the news growing louder as he strode through the Mossad HQ towards Ethan’s office.

“Is he in?” he asked Ethan’s secretary, not bothering to wait for an answer.

“Wait, don't go in there…”

“Thanks.” he said, ignoring her as he pushed the door open, giving a small annoyed huff of a laugh as he tossed his back pack to his left where it landed with a thud. He then made his way over to the decanter of scotch on the shelves to the right of the room, Ethan not even bothering to look at him from where he was leaning against his desk, his own tumbler in hand, watching the TV, dressed in a crisp black suit and white shirt as always, his tie impeccably knotted.

“The Prime Minister is about to sign the most important peace accord in our lifetime and he can't enjoy it because of some remote tribe of our people getting massacred on a continent no one cares about.” Ethan said a little emotively, his British accent crisp as ever as he took a sip of his drink.

“Well, maybe you should let me do my job instead of pulling me out.” Ari said, picking up his drink and turning towards the couch at the side of the room.

“Your job includes getting arrested?” Ethan asked, as he stood up straight and turned off the TV. Ari sighed as he slumped on the couch, one leg bent with his foot resting on the low coffee table in front of him “Or is this just another by-product of you being reckless and totally out of control?” he looked at Ari for the first time since he had walked into the room.

“Sudan. My god, Ari…” Ethan snorted angrily, picking up his decanter to top up the glass. “An enemy country in a perpetual state of... fucked-up-ness. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that hiding refugees in a refugee camp was a pretty brilliant idea.” Ari said simply with no trace of irony, as he scratched at an itch on his side before necked his liquor.

“And how do you propose to get them out of there?” Ethan looked at him.

Ari sighed and placed the empty glass on the side next to the phone “Still working on that.”

“This job pays in migraines.” Ethan shook his head as he crossed the room and topped up Ari’s glass. “You look like shit.” he said, pointing to him with the hand that held the decanter which he placed on the coffee table.

“Thank you.” Ari replied “Smell like shit, too. I was under for six weeks.” he reached for the now once again full glass as Ethan sat on a chair opposite him.

“How's Sarah?” Ethan asked.

Ari looked down, his finger tapping on the rim of the glass before he placed it back on the side and slumped down on the sofa again, his eyes focussing downwards on his thigh as it bent upwards in front of him, his hand hooking underneath it.

“She left me.”

“Your life's a mess.” Ethan stated and Ari simply raised his eyebrows in agreement “Well, maybe this is a blessing in disguise, then.”

“What is?” Ari asked, as Ethan took a drink. “Are you taking me off this?”

“Exfil is going to come up with some alternative plans for the Ethiopians.” Ethan said as Ari tipped is head back with a frustrated sigh, his hands flying out to his side. “Then we'll discuss with the boss how best to move forward.”

“Ethan, don't do that.” Ari pleaded sitting forward “You know those guys are morons, they're gonna waste months on plans that aren't viable. Months that we don't have. You gotta send me back.”

“Go home, take a shower, spend some time with the family.”

“Ah Fuck!” Ari sighed, before his voice grew louder and he crossed his arms, taking on the tone and appearance of a sullen child “No.”

“No?” Ethan looked at him “It's done, Ari. You're not going anywhere.”

And that was that. Ethan wasn’t for turning. In the end Ari had stormed out of the office, his mood darkening by the second, and it didn’t get any better when he arrived home to find the place dark, empty and a message from Sarah on the answer phone telling him she’d taken Maya to her parents place.

Her parent’s place in fucking New Jersey

“Spend some time with the family…” Ethan’s words rang around his head as he slumped on the bed, beer in hand looking at the now empty side of the closet that had contained most of Sarah’s clothes.

Yeah, chance would be a fine thing.

**** Ari spent the following days on a semi-comatose state. He kept strict grooming and feeding habits, which was something he quite enjoyed after six weeks of not being able to give much thought to it. He also took care of the chores now that it was only him at the house and set up a work-out routine to keep his one-track mind occupied and allow himself to physically blow off some steam.

He was frustrated to say the least. Frustrated at being pulled out by Ethan, who wasn't even willing to reconsider his reinstatement for the time being. And frustrated on how, and it ached to admit, he missed his daughter. He had seen Maya last before leaving for Ethiopia and he had told her, and so had he thought at the time, he would come back home and spend all the time possible with her. But she wasn't there when he came back.

Surprisingly enough, he didn't miss Sarah or, at least, not in the way he should. He did miss spending time with his family or the feeling of having a family to get back to and Sarah was part of that family. And, to tell the truth, he had never been home in this house alone. And, though he was beginning to come to terms with the fact this was his life going forward, he wasn't sure if he liked it. But, on the other hand he was also relieved. Sarah and he had been strained and fighting for so long before he left for the mission that her leaving had almost been a relief. And, in a sense, he was glad she had done it before he was the one who had to suggest that maybe they needed to concede things weren't working between them because, frankly, Ari Levinson was a chicken shit when it came to stuff like that

But what Ari wasn't was cut out for the mundane, office life. A couple of weeks later his mind was in a state of turmoil. He took a trip out to New Jersey for a few weeks under Ethan’s instructions where he spent some quality time with Maya and had a very frank discussion with Sarah. The papers she had left him to sign upon his return from Ethiopia were legal documents which would enter them both into a legal period of 2 years separation and upon the conclusion therefore a Divorce would be mutually agreed. There was no way back for the pair of them, and he was relieved that she felt the same way and signed the papers in presence of an attorney who assured him this was the easiest, least messy way to go about things. Sarah had also agreed to return to Tel Aviv at some point as she conceded that keeping Maya at the other side of the ocean wasn’t fair to him or her. But when that would be, she never said.

All in all he wasn’t feeling great when he returned to HQ at the end of April especially when he was told that Exfil had yet to come up with any decent sort of plan. He told Ethan, once again, that they were fucking morons but was told to steer well clear. But Ari had never been one to stay out of things, or pay any attention to his boss when he thought he knew better. Day and night the idea of getting the refugees out of that Sudanese refugee camp was still haunting him. He had to come up with something and it had to be as soon as possible, before those Exfil idiots fucked it up completely. So after weighing up the situation for week or so more, he decided to get on with it off radar. He knew the best way to get Ethan to hear him out would be coming up with a fool-proof plan-something so absurd, far-fetched if you will, that no one would suspect they were smuggling Jewish refugees out of Ethiopia.

So he did it by stealth, getting on with his normal duties of paper work and communicating with other Intelligence Operatives across the globe playing the co-ordination role Ethan had dumped him in and putting the final touches on the last mission reports he had been doing at Mossad Head Quarters. His day job so to speak.

The night times, however, well, they were his own. And he used them to do a bit of research of his own.

He tried not to be spotted when he went to the archives department and asked the assistant there for a specific microfilm. Last thing he wanted was Ethan or one of his subordinates sniffing he was up to something. At least not before he could flesh his plan out in order to give a proper presentation to Ethan.

And finally, after an arduous period of research and countless sleepless nights it came to him, one warm night at the end of June. He was examining one map of the area on the computer when he noticed the sea. They could do it, the answer had to be in the sea. Ari felt a sudden surge of optimism and started digging into the different possibilities for a way out through sea instead of land and a feasible cover. His smile reached his eyes when he spotted just what he was looking for and a hunch told him to go for it.

It took a few days for him to pull everything together and get what he needed, and contact the people he needed. Which was why, early one July morning he was pacing the Comms room, rubbing his beard nervously, ironically dressed in the same clothes he had been in a few days prior when the idea had originally occurred to him. It was funny now, how he didn’t have Sarah pecking his head about his outfits he simply donned his preferred casual clothing to the office, something his single friends at work seemed to do a hell of a lot. Speaking of which, he was feeling stressed out after a heated argument with his estranged wife over the phone earlier that day about him seeing Maya. She had kept her side of the bargain, returning to Tel Aviv, but as a result he’d moved out of the house, renting a two bed apartment not too far from what had been their family home. He’d had regular access and visits to his daughter, which had been fantastic, but tonight he’d been due to take Maya out for dinner. However, Sarah had changed her mind at the last minute, something to do with her work shifts and it being a school night. When he had pointed out that she didn’t give a shit about her school when she took her over to New Jersey for the best part of a month she’d simply called him an asshole and put the phone down. Unable to concentrate on anything he’d gone for a run and returned to the office when it was dark and most of the people had gone, to find there was still no communication waiting for him, to let him know if his plan was going to work.

And then, finally the fax from the Sudanese Tourist Board arrived and he knew he had a great plan. Now, he had to sell it to Ethan and it couldn't wait, despite the ungodly hour…

“Ethan! I have an idea.” Ari said as he climbed the stairs to Ethan’s apartment, backpack over his shoulder, his arms laden with rolled up maps and papers.

“It’s four o'clock in the morning.” Ethan said exasperatedly.

“It's a really good idea.” Ari assured him as he continued up the stairs. Ethan simply stood back as he entered his apartment “Do you always sleep in a silk robe?” Ari asked, turning to look at him before he headed into the living room. Ethan paused for a moment before he followed him in, shutting the door behind him.

Ethan listened patiently as he explained his plan, and for the most part simply nodded. When Ari finished, Ethan leaned back and smiled softly at him, his fingers drumming on the map Ari had spread over the table.

“You know what Ari…” Ethan said, a smile on his face “This is so ludicrous…it might just work…but you’ll need a good team.”

Ari smirked and handed Ethan another piece of paper, watching as his boss scanned down the names of the Agents and former Agents he had identified.

“This…” Ethan looked at him, shaking his head “This is not a team, it’s a recipe for disaster!”

“They’re the best of the best…” Ari shrugged.

"But the Navons?” Ethan looked at Ari, shaking his head in disbelief “You mean you want both of them? Seriously after everything that’s-?”

"Oh, no, my bad…” Ari said, cutting him off and reaching over and scribbling something on the paper as Ethan let out a sigh of relief before he looked up, his eyes twinkling as Ethan let out a groan as he spotted the correction Ari had made to the name. “She’s a Horowitz now..."

**** It took them a week to get all the details fleshed out to a point where Ethan was happy to take it to his superiors. Ari would have done it that same morning he had gone knocking on Ethan’s door but his boss had insisted on details and plans…something Ari wasn’t all that bothered by, preferring to work in the spur of the moment. Still, Ethan had insisted that he wouldn’t be able to sell the idea without answering questions, and had lectured him in great detail on the 5Ps, or 6 Ps in this case…

Proper preparation prevents piss poor performance…

He had to admit, however, Ethan had been right. As he began to spell out his ideas and plans to Isaacs, the Mossad Chief, he found himself being able to speak confidently, not just because he had conviction in his idea, but because he never once found himself lacking the ability to explain.

“The majority are coming in from Gondar and Tigray right there…” Ari said, leaning over from his chair to point at the map which was spread out on the desk. “But we can't land our planes anywhere near there.”

“Why?” Isaacs asked, looking at Ari from where he sat in his chair.

“Derg brought in the Russians and Cubans. It's limiting everyone's mobility. The chance of landing a plane without being noticed is non-existent.” Ari explained “The only way to get a substantial number out is by sea.”

“Ethiopia's practically landlocked.” Isaacs said, leaning forward and gesturing at the map.

Ari nodded in agreement, his hand rubbing at his beard before he looked at Ethan who was sat next to him in the other chair. Ethan inclined his eyes at Isaacs, instructing Ari to continue, so he did.

“But Sudan isn't.”

Isaacs paused from looking at the map and then glanced at Ari to Ethan and then back again.

“Seriously?”

Ari nodded.

Isaacs leaned back. “Something tells me this is going to take a bit longer than a few hours to explain…”

Ethan smiled a little and nodded “You could say that, yes.” “Ok…” Isaacs sighed, reaching for his phone “Let me make a few calls. I need to get my advisors down here…and food.” So that’s what he did. Ari found himself repeating various points again and again to different people as they headed in with various files, paper, pens…and he was getting a little frustrated as the night started to draw in. But he kept calm, taking his lead from Ethan who jumped in whenever he could sense Ari was starting to lose his cool a little, and Ari was thankful for the fact his boss was there.

“How long does it take to get from Sudan to Sinai by boat?” Isaacs asked.

“It takes three days.” Ethan began “You can…” “Just a-- Hold on a sec.” Isaacs said as Ari dropped his hands to his hips, leaning back against the large cupboard he was stood in front of. “Even if this could work, you'd need a team of agents on the ground. A team with international background.” Ethan and Ari exchanged a look, and both nodded at Isaacs as he continued “How are you gonna keep our agents that long inside an enemy state?”

“This is where it gets really good.” Ethan said, nodding at Ari who pulled an aerial shot out of the pack of files he had brought with him. Ari handed it to Isaacs.

“Red Sea Diving Resort. It's a hotel built by an Italian company in the early '70s.” Ari explained as he walked back to his leaning post, arms folded. “Fifty kilometres north of Port Sudan. The Italian company abandoned it five years ago. Now the Sudanese government is looking to lease it, to boost tourism.”

The room fell silent as Isaacs looked at the photo, his expression perplexed which then morphed into surprise. He looked at Ari, how shifted a little uncomfortably, waiting for him to comment on the idea. Instead Isaacs stood up, and moved to his phone.

“Ask the Defence Minister if he can join us.” he said simply, and Ethan glanced at Ari, giving him a smile.

About twenty minutes later, the Defence Minister a Mr Henry Weiss joined them and listened carefully to what they had to say, Ari explaining once again what the outline of his plan was. It took him another hour, and it felt like he had been explaining this all day. Which, in reality, he had.

“Let me get this straight.” Weiss said, sitting on the edge of the desk as Isaacs sat in the chair behind hit, both hands behind his head as he was flanked by various other people from his agency, all of them watching Ari who was sat perched on another unit to Weiss’ right “You want Mossad, the Israeli intelligence service, to purchase an abandoned hotel from the Sudanese government.”

“Lease, but yeah.” Ari said, nodding, his hand curling around his chin and mouth in an L-shape.

“Abandoned because?”

“Because the area where it's located is lawless. It's controlled by the Hadandawa.” Ari said, and for the first time he started to feel a little less confident.

“By the who?” Weiss looked at him

“It's a Bedouin tribe.” Ari supplied.

“Translates, The Lion Clan” Tellem, one of the military agents stood around the room supplied “Known for cannibalizing their enemies.”

“No…” Ari quickly began to protest as Isaacs glanced at the military agent who had spoken. “That's...” he took a pause and looked at Ethan who shifted and stared at Ari. And Ari knew why, because he hadn’t told any of this to Ethan. “ No, that's... not anymore.” Ari folded his arms in front of him. “Now it's... human trafficking. -Girls to Jedda, that sort of thing—“

“This... just gets better and better.” Ethan looked at Ari.

“So, your idea, just to reiterate…” Weiss drew the attention back to him “Is to send a group of Jews to a Muslim country, to a place where they might get eaten by Bedouins, to run a fake hotel, in order to rescue a group of black Jews who might or might not survive a 1,000-kilometer walk across the desert, to be smuggled out to sea by Israeli Navy Seals to an Israeli ship.”

“Disguised as a petroleum service vessel, yeah.” Ari said, smiling slightly.

“That's ridiculous.” Tellem said with a sigh.

There was silence around the room. Ari looked up, and could take no read on anyone’s body language. He locked eyes with Ethan who gave him a sympathetic look and he let out a breath shaking his head.

Back to the drawing board.

“Is NATCOR still operational?” Weiss asked suddenly as Ari stood up.

“Yep” Isaacs replied, his eyes on Ari.

“What's NATCOR?” Ari frowned, hands on his hips.

“It's a shore company in Switzerland we use for large transactions.” Isaacs said simply

“How large?” Ari asked, not sure what this had to do with anything.

“Like leasing a hotel.” Isaacs said.

Well, shit!

With a small smile, one that was more from shock than victory he looked at Ethan who eyed him appraisingly.

“How long do you need?” Weiss asked and looked at Isaacs.

“I can pull the strings in NATCOR in a week or so but I need to know how much we need and when for.” Isaacs said, and once again all attention turned to Ari and Ethan.

“We’ll need a couple of months to pull the team together, get everything organised…leasing agreements that sort of thing…” Ethan said, looking at Ari

“Give me 3 months.” Ari nodded in agreement. “Maximum.”

*****

It turns out that the Sudanese Tourism Board play hard ball. 6 weeks it took. 6 fucking weeks to negotiate a price and a timescale. Originally they’d been willing to lease the Diving Resort from the middle of March until, after agreement of a slightly higher price, they had brought the date forward to January. That was still too far away for Ari’s liking, but as Ethan had reminded him if they missed even one cross on a t or a dot on an I, they were done for.

Finally, at the end of August, they had ironed out every crease they could see, and the confirmation that they had been accepted to hire the abandoned resort came through. A week later, at the start of September, Ari left Tel-Aviv again to start his recruiting spree. First stop, a Pan Am plane with destination Belize.

He was having a coffee and tapping some stray sugar grains on the table surface with his index finger's pad absent-mindedly when his plane was called. His mind went to Maya as he waited in line, boarding pass in hand. He’d spent a lot of time with her over the last week, deliberately, and he knew she understood why he didn’t live with them anymore, but she hadn’t understood why he was going to be going away again. And then, on the last day before he left she had been especially quiet and brooding. Ari had tried to make small conversation with her but had failed and had opted to explain to his daughter why he had to go, as best as he could. She still hadn't reacted as Ari expected and he had to admit defeat. The final blow had come when he had asked Maya about the drawing he was holding of her family, a drawing he was absent from, and she had told her father he wasn't in the picture because he was at work. He hadn’t mentioned it to Sarah, it simply wasn’t worth the hassle.

"You've got to be kidding me" Rachel Reiter said to Ari with a chuckle as she stopped at the end of his row, trolley before her "What are you doing on this flight?" she added impersonating the perfect flight attendant.

"I'd like some tomato juice, please." Ari ordered with a smile.

She served him his tomato juice and sat on the free seat next to him. Ari explained to her he had pulled some strings to find out which flight she would be working. Not that Rachel needed to know. She was perfectly aware of what Ari was capable of and how Mossad worked. Thus, she explained the mission she was on, having scanned the briefcase of a passenger, a PLO accountant.

Ari spent the following five minutes explaining briefly what the mission he was attempting to recruit her for consisted of.

"Ex is in stable asshole condition. Kids are perfect." Rachel told Ari when he asked about her family.

"And you're ok leaving them for an unknown amount of time?" he asked waiting for the confirmation she was in.

"If we don't do something no one will" was what Ari replied Rachel after she asked him to give her a good enough reason to enrol. And that was more than enough, as she smiled and nodded imperceptibly.

"Tell me one last thing." Rachel said standing up and brushing her skirt. "Who's in Belize?"

"Excuse me?" Ari asked with a poker face.

"I know you Ari. I've been running small missions on flights for the past 5 months, they must have told you. And yet you have chosen exactly this one to come talk to me?" she said whispering as she leaned to grab the tray where the now empty glass of tomato juice lay.

"Wait and see Rachel." he said with a broad smile. "I'll be in touch soon."

*******

It was hot, very hot when, a day later Ari sat at a table in a beach bar in Half Moon Caye waiting for Jake to finish his private lesson. Not exactly a diving one.

"What brings the great Ari Levinson all the way to Belize?" Jake Wolf greeted Ari from the door of the decompression tank, wearing nothing more than a dazzling smile.

"I have a unique mission to offer you." Ari told him "But I'm not gonna offer you anything until you cover yourself up" he joked watching as Jake approached him, arms open to give him a hug.

Jake ignored his friend’s request and after brazenly taking a cigarette out of Ari's packet sat on the chair facing him. Ari explained to Jake that he needed someone with expertise and diving skills for a mission related to what in Jake's words was a bloody genocide no one gives a shit about because it's in Africa.

So when Ari told him that his Prime Minister had decided to give a shit, he was convinced he had gained Jake's adventurous spirit and he would be on board.

An hour and some beers later, Ari had explained to Jake the mission in detail and they both had caught up on their lives.

"Be ready to be called in in about a month give or take." Ari told Jake who nodded.

"Why don't you stay a couple of days? Look around you. This is paradise, my friend." Jake said a big grin and open arms pointing at the white sand beach and tropical palm trees.

"I have a flight tomorrow morning." Ari had to refuse his friend’s offer, implying he had still places to be and people to recruit.

"Where to?" Jake asked knowingly.

"Amsterdam." Ari answered before puffing his cigarette. “At least that’s where my next victim was last time I checked…”

Jake just nodded, a faint glimmer of a smile showing, before saying "Then, the night is young. Let's make the most of it before you leave."

******

"You fucked up my lunch, man" Max Rose told Ari after lowering the gun he was pointing at his former mentor.

A mixture of relief and annoyance crossed Max’s face as he waited for Ari to give an explanation as to why was he sat in his arm chair, in the middle of his rented flat in Amsterdam, reading the fucking newspaper with a stupid grin on his stupid face.

"I have a mission for you." Ari said.

"Of course, you have" Max scoffed before hugging him. "But you're buying me lunch if you want me to listen to you."

And that's what they did. Ari knew if you had to win Max over, it had to be around food. After explaining the mission and what Max’s role would be, Ari had one last question and he had deliberately saved it for last when he knew Max would already be on board.

"Max, I need to know you're fine with all this because I need you to be focused. Are you ready to go back down there after Andy?"

"Absolutely." Max said without hesitating. But Ari could see a glint of sadness in his eyes.

"Good." Ari said sympathetically "Then I guess I'll contact you in a month or so." Ari added before he raised his glass to toast for the mission.

***** 4 days later, just over a week after leaving, Ari was back in Tel-Aviv, having saved the discussion he knew was going to be the hardest until last.

He sat in the waiting room of the Ethan Navon Memorial Clinic, a place in which he hadn’t been for easily over 5 years, and was eventually ushered into the Examination Room where the nurse popped a thermometer under his tongue as he sat on the trolley, waiting.

“How can I help you Mr…Aw, fuck me!” Sammy groaned as he looked at Ari who gave him a cheeky smile “What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing here?” he turned to his nurse “What the fuck is he doing here?”

“Hey, hey, just... Calm down.” Ari said gently, “I need to talk to you. Five minutes.”

Sammy tossed his file and glasses down on to the small equipment trolley and said something to his Nurse. She nodded, making a hasty exit and as Sammy went to close the door it stopped before he could shut it fully and swung fully open again, Hannah stepping into the room, frowning at her brother.

“Sammy? What's going on? I can hear you shouting all the way over in the other room? What’s the…” she trailed off as Sammy nodded towards Ari, her mouth falling open when she saw him “Fuck me…”

"Hey Hannah, how you doing?” Ari gave her a small smile. “You look great by the way."

And he meant it. Her hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck and she was dressed in a simple pencil skirt and blouse, her white doctors coat open.

"What do you want Ari?" she asked softly.

“It's a nice clinic you got.” Ari said, taking the thermometer out of his mouth, ”Save a lot of lives here?

“No. But we don't take any lives either.” Hannah shrugged as Ari took a deep breath, steeping his hands together.

“I know how to get 'em out, Sammy.”

Sam scoffed

“I got a plan. And it's good.” Ari was almost whispering with excitement as he stood up off the bed.

“Yeah, that's...” Sam looked at his sister, laughing sarcastically “That's what you always say, until everything goes to shit.”

“Right, just hear me out. You don't like what I gotta say, I'm going.” Hannah and Sammy both exchanged a look as Ari began to pull the documents and details out of his rucksack, standing on the other side of the examination bench.

“Ari…” Hannah began as she stepped forwards, but Sam gently touched her arm and he moved towards Ari, shaking his head.

“Ari, Ari…no…”

“What? You don't wanna hear the plan?” Ari asked gently.

“Stop.” Sam instructed him.

“You don't wanna hear it? You'd rather be here than in the field?” Ari asked, disbelief in his tone as his voice grew louder.

“Shh!” Hannah instructed the pair of them as Sammy began packing the stuff back into Ari’s backpack for him.

“Why?” Ari pressed “You're the best field doctor I know.”

“I used to be.” Sam said gently “Back when I had two good hands.”

“Hey, both hands tied behind your back, you're still the best.” Ari said honestly. Sam paused and looked at him for a second, before Ari took a deep breath. “I need you on this one….” he looked over Sammy’s shoulder and locked eyes with Hannah “Both of you.”

She frowned a little, her arms unfolding and dropping to her hips as she studied him.

“I can't do it without you.” Ari finished, diverting his attention back to Sam. Hannah watched her brother who paused for a moment, before he turned and walked past her, opening the door. He glanced back at Ari and said, quite forcefully.

“No.”

Hanna’s gaze dropped to the floor as Ari gave a small sigh “Alright…” and gathered up his belongings “Okay…” She looked up at him as he walked past, and he gave her a pleading look which she met with a passive one of her own as he gave her a sad smile, before he walked out, Sam avoiding his gaze as he did so.

The two siblings stood in silence for a moment before Hannah met Sam’s eyes.

“Oh no…” Sam groaned “Seriously…” “Can it hurt to hear him out?” She asked gently.

“Are you serious? For fucks sake…”Sam groaned. “You are, aren’t you?”

Hannah shrugged. Sam eyed his sister again and then rolled his eyes and his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Fine we’ll listen...” Sam said loudly, as he walked into the doorway, leaning out of it as Ari stopped and turned to face him “But only out of curiosity…because I'm still gonna say no.”

Both siblings ushered Ari to Sam's office, Hannah leading the way. She opened the door to let both men in.

Ari could smell a familiar scent of vanilla when he walked past Hannah into the room and couldn't help but smile softly at her but she was staring at her feet and didn't notice. He tried to make eye contact with her as she helped Sammy to clear the small round table at the right far corner of the office, but to no avail. He could only catch a glimpse of her long eyelashes where the locks that had fallen off her bun allowed him to.

It was only when Sam asked him to do what he had to do that she raised her head from the table and her big blue eyes looked directly at his, stopping there for a couple of seconds. A couple of seconds which Ari hoped had been enough to convey the message he wanted her to get. One second; I'm sorry. Another one; help me out in this.

A couple of seconds later her gaze went to the back pack that hanged from his left shoulder. Battered, colour faded by uncountable missions and frayed at the seams.

"Ever thought of changing that? It could use a bit of a wash?" Hannah asked, her head nodding towards the back pack as she crossed her arms over her chest.

He looked at it confused and when he returned his eyes to Hannah saw she was smiling.

"It's been with me through thick and thin. Couldn't get rid of it at this point." Ari replied returning the smile and placing the back pack on the table.

"All right, let's get this over with." Sammy urged Ari while he took a lot of documents, photographs and maps out.

Sam wasn't willing to spend any more second on pleasantries. He knew if he gave Ari the chance, he was bound to dive head first into whatever crazy plan he had come up with this time and the quicker he did that, the quicker he could tell him to piss off.

Thus, Ari spread the documents out and for the following 45 minutes he talked Sam and Hannah through his plan for the mission. He had been more thorough with details and careful with sensitive information as he knew Sam would be a harder nut to crack than Rachel, Jake or Max. Especially if he wanted Hannah in.

Both siblings remained silent during the explanation. Sharing a glance from time to time, but Ari was too excited and focused on trying to explain his plan well to read too much into it. When he finished he put his hands on his hips, blew a strand of hair that had fallen over his forehead and grinned with satisfaction, looking at them expectantly

Sammy, who had his arms crossed, moved a hand to his face rubbing his jaw and his eyes flicked a moment from the documents on the table to his sister. Hannah wasn’t looking at her brother, however, her attention was solely on the information Ari had set out.

"Is that a brochure for the hotel?" she asked as she took a brightly coloured and glossy document which was folded in the middle.

"Yup." he said popping the p.

"You've really given this plenty of thought." she said admiring the brochure as well as the rest of maps and planning documents scattered over the table.

"I have." Ari replied, his eyes pleading with her.

"So, just to be clear, you want us all to play house while smuggling refugees in and then out of fucking Sudan." Sam snorted.

"Basically, yes. And you sound like one of Isaacs' dogs." Ari protested.

Sam was about to bite back when Hannah grabbed his arm to cool him down.

"I think it's a brilliant plan." she said looking from Sam to Ari.

"Yeah, now he's the man with a plan." Sam scoffed and turned to look at her sister "And I don't care what you think, you're not going."

"Are you listening to yourself, Sam?" she said visibly annoyed at her brother’s overprotectiveness "You don't get to say what I am or am not doing. You hear me?"

Ari lowered his head and smiled at Hannah's outburst. She had always been an independent and opinionated girl and that had caught his attention right from the start. And she had turned into the determined and strong-willed gorgeous woman that stood there right in front of him, telling her older brother to basically fuck off. Ari couldn’t help but think how different she was from Sarah, who had become so clingy and demanding over the last few years.

"How do you even plan on getting all this up and running?" Sam asked Ari ignoring his sister.

"I said I’d have the details ironed out and a team assembled in 3 months and that was eight and a half weeks ago now, give or take” he said, looking at Sam then to Hannah “ I've got another three or so weeks to come up with covers for everyone and hand them out for memorizing. If everything goes to plan then we should be ready to deploy in January.”

Sam sighed and looked up at his sister who was busy studying the map, her sharp eyes roving over the details. Ari watched her for a second as she bit her lip before he looked back at Sam.

"I need you in this Sammy. I can't do it without you." he pleaded. Sam gave him a look, before he turned away shaking his head, clearly lost in his conflicting thoughts. Ari then switched his attention to Hannah. "And I need you too, Firefly.” At the use of his nickname for her she looked up, her eyes locking onto Ari’s a faint smile playing on her face as he held her gaze” I know I'm in no position to ask you to come with me. Not after what happened to Andy. But I really need a female doctor to take care of those refugee women."

Hannah visibly faltered at the mention of Andy. She hadn’t expected to hear his name, least of all from Ari's lips. He was really bringing the big guns out. But then again, persuasion tactics aside, it was a good plan and he was right about needing a woman to help out. Sammy had told her what had happened to that woman that had let herself drown on his last mission after they had found her bloodied and bruised by a tree after a vicious rape. It was common for women to be abused like that by the local authorities who persecuted them, and if there was something she could do to help, then Hannah already knew deep down that wouldn't be sitting the mission out. Andy wouldn't have done either and she was willing to bet Sam was already considering taking up Ari's offer. That fucking handsome bastard always got what he wanted. She would know.

"Which dumbasses have you got to agree to it so far?" Sammy asked, moving the discussion swiftly on. He had spotted his sister’s reaction to the mention of her late husband. She’d visibly wavered and Sammy had seen her right hand go straight to her necklace, where she wore her engagement ring and wedding band, an action she always undertook when she was nervous or the memory of Andy hit her. And it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ari either.

"Jake Wolf, who you know from a few missions, Max and Rachel..." Ari offered, turning to Sam.

"Max?" Hannah asked still fiddling with her necklace, but a look of surprise now on her face “Max agreed?”

Ari nodded smiling at her. He knew she would be in when she heard the name of her best friend. That was the reason he hadn't mentioned the names of the rest of the team along with the explanation and ensuing conversation. It was an ace up his sleeve he hadn’t wanted to play until necessary. And Sammy, good old Sammy, had provided him with the opportunity on a silver plate. A simple list of names, strategically ordered, and the match point was his.

Hannah looked at her brother and gave him a smile, inclining her head slightly, an action Ari knew all too well to be her conceding her agreement. He managed to resist the urge to punch the air in victory, but didn’t fight the smirk that slid across his face as he turned to Sam and asked.

"Are you dumbass enough to jump in?"

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drowzydruzy · 5 years ago

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heart breakers chapter one

Hi! I finally want to post this here. very long chapter. slow burn. enemies to lovers. angsty.

Dib Membrane has a bright future ahead of him, but a red string of fate always tugs him back to the alien a block over. If only he hadn’t blown it.

The final summer had arrived.

Dib had counted the seconds until he could finally say goodbye to high skool and the horrible place it was. The future was coming, and Dib Membrane was out, that’s right, come fall the local paranormal investigator is going to the next city over to attend college and stay at the dorms.

The letter had arrived last week, congratulating Professor Membrane for his son’s entry which wasn’t a shock since all the colleges only accepted him due to his father’s celebrity. It wasn’t like Dib had bad grades or anything, in fact, he had put extra effort into his final years grades because the last thing he wanted was to be riding off his dad’s coattails but like everything in Dib’s life; his father got a pat on the back even for Dibs own effort.

He would have cared more but he was going to be a freshman in a place where people didn’t think he was crazy, which was enough to distract the 19-year-old with thoughts of friends and possible relationships? although he did wish his major would be paranormal studies, but since that didn’t exist Dib stuck with space studies. He might not get to report on the paranormal right away, but he could try working it into his papers.

Dib knew when he told his father he’d be disappointed, it wasn’t what Membrane wanted him to do, which was taking over the company but to Dib’s surprise, his father was almost as excited as he was to hear about his choice and acceptance into the college. It made the 19-year-old smile proudly, his dad had really gotten better at the whole ‘being a dad not a scientist 24/7 thing’ since the whole florpus debacle.

Everything seemed to be falling into place, Dib had gotten the placement he wanted, his dad was happy, Gaz was part of a gaming club at high skool and was gaining attention on twitch for her almost completely silent game plays not to mention guys seemed weirdly drawn into how much Gaz seemed to regard everything with disdain.

Admittedly the male attention had worried Dib a bit at first since he knew what the internet was like and he wasn’t sure he could cope with seeing random people being gross about his sister, but Gaz could handle herself and it was a fact.

Dib had also managed to finally find a style he liked that didn’t get him patted down before he entered any public building, by the luck of some random god, ripped jeans and darker clothing had come back into style. He found it a lot easier to blend in these days than when he was a kid, Dib still loved his long jackets even though they looked a little sketchy sometimes.

New style, new start, new life, and Dib was more excited than ever, or he should have been.

That’s right, he should have been over the moon right now since he was finally getting what he wants but that would be too easy for Dib Membrane. He can’t just live a normal life for two seconds.

Instead of celebrating Dib only could think of one thing.

What about Zim?

Who will be here to protect the earth?

What if Zim finally tries to kill us all and manages it?

The thoughts plagued his mind to the point where he almost ripped up his acceptance letter, Dib had announced to Gaz that he was convinced he wouldn’t go, that was until she yelled at him for being an idiot. Gaz had asked him when was the last time he even spoke to Zim? Let alone fight him over the safety of the human race? His younger sister had made a very good point. He barely spoke to Zim, not since prom anyway.

Dib had felt embarrassed to have been so worried, but then every night came the same; Dib staring at the ceiling forcing himself to think of anything or anyone but the alien.

He couldn’t contain the loneliness that rattled in his heart, it was a hollow feeling laying at night listening to the silence of 4am wondering if Zim would miss him, which always made the human cringe with embarrassment at his own pining. Dib would always end up trying to force himself asleep clenching his eyes shut until his stubbornness won and he drifted off.

“You are lying too Zim”

The voice was distant but happy, swirling in the darkness of the thick fog that stretched out in front of Dib. The human smiled but before he could speak, he heard his own voice disembodied in the distance talking for him.

“I promise I’m not, please trust me”

The fog was thick, it smelled like candy raspberry pop rocks and something chemical but not unpleasant, Dib could write pages and pages about that smell.

“I will try” Dib spent a moment lingering on the sound of the voice, the slightly bitter tone made him smile.

Suddenly the human could feel the ground shaking underneath him as the fog cleared, the owner of the voice was nowhere to be seen. The sudden rush of boiling heat made Dib scream, everything was on fire, the scorched earth cracked under Dib’s feet as he tried to outrun death. He managed to get far enough away where he could see standing on top a horrible machine; roaring with evil laughter was Zim. Dib choked on the smoke unable to stop himself shaking in terror.

“YOU DID THIS” Zim’s voice was like an earthquake.

The human jolted up in bed, the morning light was almost blinding through Dib’s shutters. There was a long moment of silence as he tried to regain his breath, these nightmares made no sense sometimes. Dib figured it must be all the pent of emotion. He glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing it was only 8am. Dib laid back down pulling his covers around himself, hiding away from the rays enjoying the darkness in his blankets.

The 19-year-old’s mind wondered back to the dream, Dib thought of the alien for a long moment as he lay in his blanket cocoon, hidden from the world and from judgement as his mind swirled round images of the invader from treasured memories. The human frowned as he remembered how little they speak now, how when they pass in the halls Zim can’t even meet his eyes.

Dib wondered if Zim ever missed him, missed the fighting and the flying. The human’s ears turned red in the darkness of his blankets as he pictured it, the stubborn and angry alien thinking about him as much as he did. Dib felt the bone weighing loneliness slowly spreading through him as he thought more on his memories with the alien. He wondered if Zim ever did the same.

Dib peaked his head out of his blankets, realising he could already feel that the heat outside was trying to leak through his windows, the small room which Dib had covered in tech and alien-hunting gear was soon to be completely gutted and cleared for his departure. The boxes lay waiting, almost staring at Dib sometimes when he thought of packing, but he always put it off.

He shut his dark eyes, enjoying the quiet sound of his dad and Gaz talking downstairs, as the birds chirped outside. The mornings were always quiet, he’ll miss that the most since college were supposed to be a noisy, mess of filthy students all trying to pretend that they understand what they are doing but at least he won’t be the only one.

Eventually, Dib rose from his bed, loose pyjamas covered in various monsters from classic literature were shucked and thrown into the laundry as he got ready for the day. Dressed, fed and not sure if he’s ready for life yet, Dib left the house. The air felt dry and hot as he soaked in some of the sunlight, it was a strange feeling knowing that this would be the last summer he spent living here.

He was too busy fidgeting with his old blue ghost top, noticing the holes forming at the edge of the fabric that he didn’t mean to start walking to Zim’s home, but he did. They hadn’t spoken much over the last year or so, surprisingly the alien wasn’t as constant in his attempts to take over earth anymore.

After florpus the attempts at ‘taking over the earth’ became more like irritating pranks that didn’t make any sense. Dib had tried to talk to Zim like he was a person, but that was a mistake. He had said things he didn’t mean and it had become a huge mess that leads to tantrums when Dib even tried to speak to him, he always screamed about being able to do it ‘all on his own’ and that he ‘doesn’t need anyone to be Zim’.

The human never understood what was going on with him but after a while, he stopped trying to find out and from then on, their fights had gotten less intense. Zim wouldn’t fight like how he used too, something just wasn’t right. The thought of their old battled made Dib feel almost sad, deep down he missed flying after Zim into space, not a single care in the world.

Dib couldn’t remember the last time he went out of his way to go to Zim’s home, spying on the alien wasn’t a priority when he was having to work 20 hours a week during high skool to save up for the stuff for his dorm not to mention his books. The drift between them wasn’t deliberate but it was inevitable, Zim just wasn’t as big a threat as he was when they were kids.

The human stopped outside the small house that had wired itself into the neighbours surrounding it oh so long ago, the gnomes that stood guard as always were weather-beaten and didn’t pack the punch they used too. Dib paused in his thoughts, why was he sad about that too? That’s a good thing! The 19-year-old side heavily unable to ignore the gathering tightness in his throat. He watched the house for a long moment before something compelled him to move forward, to just go and knock the door. Dib felt his fingers twitch but something in his gut caught him; like crossing a road just as you see the car coming, he jerked back and turned towards home.

The emotions that came with what could happen if he passed that fresh hold of that house were too confusing and way too deep for what this was, he was always going to leave, and Dib shouldn’t care as much as he does. Zim most likely would celebrate him leaving, laugh in his face and announce victory before running off to destroy the world at last without Dib’s interference.

Not that Dib gave a shit how the little creature felt, not that he looked so much like a creature these days. The rise in area 51 memes meant everyone started making alien jokes at skool, Zim didn’t seem to care until someone made a joke about his green skin and that was all it took for him to freak out. It was too close of a call; he couldn’t have people comparing him to aliens.

Dib could only watch with utter glee when someone made the comparison but Zim had rushed out the second the kid spoke, Dib had tried quickly to get everyone thinking about what it means that Zim ran out after being called an alien but like always he was ignored.

Zim had spent a week out of Skool, refusing to come in even when Dib was banging at his door. It wasn’t until 8:54 am on Tuesday, not that Dib kept this date in his head or anything that Zim finally showed.

It took the human longer than it should have to notice it was the alien, his green skin had been swapped for a tan complexion, his black hair remained the same, but the eyes didn’t look like fake doll eyes anymore they were realistic although still violet. It was shocking, but so fascinating at the same time to Dib. He couldn’t stop himself that day on complementing Zim on his work, one of Dib’s first mistake.

Dib quickly stopped thinking about that day, that day was just too weird, and it made him uncomfortable. He inwardly wished Zim would have gone back to his old look, but he never did. He hated how much he forgot Zim wasn’t human when he looked like that.

“MARY!” A loud, high pitched voice squealed making Dib jump.

It to Dib’s surprise was Zim’s robot, something he had barely seen for the last couple of years. The human grimaced down at Gir who was eating what looked like a taco that had been stuffed with octopus. Revolting. Dib not to gag at the smell coming from the dirty dog costume.

He wondered why he smelled like a burning car as he carefully stepped back trying not to get within grabbing distance to the robot, he tended to leave stains that don’t wash out.

“Get away from me�� Dib hissed walking quicker away from the house. “Why are you HERE? YOU WANNA PLAY WITH MASTER”

The shrieking that came from the robot made the 19-year-old’s teeth stand on edge. Did Gir always sound like that? He halted looking down at the unusually still green dog.

“No, I’m just…walking and enjoying the nice day” Clearing his throat Dib glanced back at Zim’s home, watching it for a second wondering about Zim “Why? Where is the reptile?”

“I dunno where he is! I puts him in a box but he always escaping, BUT I LOVES HIM!”

“Urgh no! not your dead iguana” Dib groaned, pulling a hand down his face. “I MEANT WHERE IS ZIM?” He didn’t mean to shout, but he wasn’t feeling up for Gir’s usual behaviours.

“Oh!” The little robot stared at him for so long Dib felt his anxiety double, he gritted his teeth kneeling and giving it a poke, which resulted in a string of an unknown goo connecting his finger to the robot’s chest.

“Are you finally shutting down?” He asked grimacing as he wiped his finger on the pavement. “Hello? anyone in that hellscape of a motherboard you call a brain?” Dib waited in silence for a moment before Gir’s mouth fell open and four lizards crawled out.

“I see you in my nightmares sometimes Gir”

The robot only laughed.

Dib sighed getting to his feet, noticing that Gir’s dog suit was smoking slightly. The human turned the small robot around quick which he regretted as soon as he did. Gir was boiling hot under his suit, the robot was usually warm but never like this. Dib blew on his hand feeling a sudden worry grip him, he guessed with the heat and the suit the metal wasn’t really dealing well. It would also explain why Gir wasn’t really moving. The heat must be frying his circuits.

“Of course, and Zim is nowhere around” Dib was so sick of having to deal with Zim’s messes. “Gir? Are you overheating?” Dib kneeled again, watching the robot as it blinked up at him.

Suddenly the eyes of the dog suit glowed red, a trait Dib often forgot Gir had which made the experience terrifying every single time. The robot saluted Dib, its arm making a horrible crunching sound.

“Status report! MAIN CORE, overheating 81%, 84%, 87%-” Dib watched mouth agape as the eyes changed back “I GONNA EXPLODED”

Dib who had fallen back onto the hot pavement gawked at the robot for a long moment, suddenly scrambling to his feet Dib grabbed up Gir. The heat radiating off it was unbelievable; almost like when you put a bowl in the microwave too long. It was burning his hands in seconds; the human removed his thin black hoodie placing it over his hands as he scooped up the dog and bolted towards the house.

“ZIM! YOUR DOG IS GONNA EXPLODE” He shouted praying that wherever in the house that irritating monster was, he’d hear him and come take the robot away and let him burn his hoodie in peace.

Dib had kicked open the door, the gnomes behind him missing and sparking as he skidded into the base. The door slammed shut behind him, and Dib caught the eyes of Zim who was stood in the kitchen not wearing his disguise with a spoon hanging from his mouth and an ice cream tub in his hand. The irken looked shocked, completely stiff as Dib stood there.

“DROP THE BENNY AND JEFF’S” Dib rushed forward, pushing the robot to Zim who was still staring at him. “IT’S URGENT”

The tub splatted to the floor as the human dropped his burning hoodie down beside it. Zim looked down at Gir with confusion before seeing his condition, he snapped out of it.

“Give me that!” Zim’s voice boomed, Gir was swiftly carried to the fridge and stuffed into the freezer. “He will be fine, he literally bathes in boiling poop cola” Zim’s hands didn’t even burn when holding the robot, it was such a weird sight.

There was a pause as Zim didn’t speak, standing in the kitchen watching Dib who didn’t know what he was waiting, maybe a thank you? Dib felt his face reddening. The human couldn’t move from the spot, he knew he’d never get an apology, but he still felt owed one.

Dib watched as the alien sneer at him and couldn’t stop himself, feeling a sudden wave of self-righteous rage rise within him, he was so sick of Zim never taking responsibility for anything. What if Gir hadn’t been found in time? He didn’t even want to think about it.

“Don’t tell me what to do alien!” Dib spat back at him once the shock had worn off “I’m not the one letting my robot run around overheating, we both know he could easily blow up half of the city if he did!”

“Don’t try and lecture me HUMAN, he is fine! Like Zim said Gir has handled worse” It was a matter of fact the way Zim spoke, always implying Dib’s an idiot, it made him grit his teeth in frustration. “Go pack for your stupid baby ghost cult or whatever”

Dib was about to dish out another insult before he paused, raising an eyebrow at the alien who was sneering at him and knawing at the popsicle.

“Are you talking about scary camp? I only did that one year…” Dib forgot about that, the summer he and Zim spent at camp together. “I’m not 12, I’m getting my stuff for college later today”

The invader almost dropped his popsicle.

“College?”

Dib watched as Zim’s eye’s scrutinised him with the same fire he’d seen a long time ago, he felt excitement and fear like he had lit a fuse.

“Yeah…I was gonna mention it eventually since we have um history and stuff” Dib felt sweat beading at his temple, that was a very weird choice of words Membrane.

The silence wasn’t what Dib had expected, Zim who had been in the process of devouring the popsicle by biting off pieces with his teeth and chewing like the horrible little creature he was, hadn’t moved a muscle. Zim blinked at him almost like how Gir had until it suddenly warped into a look of mild amusement.

“There’s no college in our town stupid pig stink” Zim snickered and spat his stripy thin tongue at him “Zim doesn’t fall for your little dumb lies”

“Not lies, I’m not going to college in this town…” Dib spoke slowly, an uncomfortable feeling in him began gnawing at his stomach. “It’s a college that’s only three hours away, so it’s not a big deal”

The smug smirk was slipping off Zim’s face, Dib felt something tugging inside in chest, something that was telling him to comfort the alien but as soon as the human got close Zim almost fell trying to back away. Dib felt his throat tighten but he ignored it. The invader suddenly burst into a strained laughter, shaking his head at Dib who just looked as bewildered as he felt.

“WAIT! It’s one of those human, lie, joke, thingies I hate” Zim laughed but it didn’t sound right, Dib felt himself squirm slightly with guilt, he didn’t understand why.

“It really…not”

“It is”

“Zim, I’m sorry I didn’t know how to tell yo-”

“Why would you need to tell Zim?”

The alien looked frantic but in his own unbelievable ‘I’m not frantic at all’ way, Dib couldn’t hold back the panic in his chest as the unwelcome feelings towards what this could mean for them devoured his mind in ways he only let happen at night when he could let himself think about it, but this was all too overwhelming.

“I should go, I haven’t even started packing yet-” Dib’s voice was weak before Zim suddenly lashed out at him, aggressively moving toward him.

“I’m going to blow up the whole of this neighbourhood with splodie gel pizza” He was lying and they both knew it, Zim was now clawing the air with rage, his antennas pulled back

“Did you know that Dib? DID YOU? NO! Because you don’t speak to Zim, you spend all day at that filthy jurb.”

“Job,” Dib interjected meekly.

“ZIM DOESN’T CARE” The alien looked like he was hyperventilating, the feeling of dread was rising in the human. He shouldn’t have come here; he could have waited longer. “ARE YOU THE DECAF? CAN YOU NOT HEAR ZIM, I’M GOING TO KILL EVERYONE DIB”

“Okay but you haven’t hurt anyone but me in years…”

“I’M GOING TO KILL-”

They spoke almost in unison, but Zim cut off and suddenly Dib realized that was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left his mouth. Zim’s murderous expression slowly slipped off his face, it was replaced by something that looked like a betrayal as his shout died in his throat.

“Zim isn’t a threat anymore hm?” The words clawed at Dib’s insides; he really thought the alien would have laughed but this was worse, so much worse. “Is that why you ignore me now? Is that why you stopped fighting Zim? You ABANDONED me and now you are running off further away”

“I did NOT abandon you” The 19-year-old was baffled by him, his hands shooting out at his sides as he gestured wildly. “I haven’t done ANYTHING wrong; you are always so manipulative! you NEED to be the one wronged, but I didn’t stop fighting either, you where the one who backed off”

“That’s hilarious, Zim backing off? What on irk would make ME do that? That is utter lies, stupid lies” Dib curled his hands into fists getting into his face.

“It’s lies huh? Then where did the plans go? HUH? Where did all the organ harvesting plants, zombie virus outbreaks, people devouring monsters, mass-murdering plots go HUH? HUH?”

“I used to fly into SPACE after you, run after you as far as you’d go to stop your stupid schemes that always, ALWAYS lead to me getting hurt or worse! But I still chased you, so what happened?” Dib’s chest ached painfully at the memories; space was all he ever thought about.

“BUT WAIT I KNOW!” He continued, eyes burning hot with tears as he desperately tried to hold himself together. Dib knew he couldn’t get deeper into this or he might end up regretting it, but he couldn’t shut up. “Your leaders vanished, you lost your mind, I didn’t want to be involved and then I got a job and you lost your edge”

Dib was panting, breathing faster than he ever had as the shout left burning heat in his throat, he had gotten into Zim’s face as quickly as his anger had risen, the rage he had bottled away had festered into something ugly and painful. He hated that it always seemed to be only Zim who could get him to open, but like an infected wound inside Dib was just poison.

The irken was watching him with his narrowed fuchsia eyes, his sneer showing his teeth. Dib tried to keep getting angry but something in him faltered for a second as he realised Zim was shaking.

“Zim I-”

“Why did the evil Zim do any of that to this innocent human? Hm? Why would I try and kill you when I hadn’t tried anything that serious in a while, oh! what happened to Zim’s plots? Hmm?”

The alien acted like he was genuinely thinking about it, like it was some sort of game show and not a conversation about feelings and events buried so deeply in Dib’s stomach that he thinks he might’s vomit.

“Please don’t do this”

“No Dib thing, shut your mouth! you asked Zim what happened to all of my amazing plans and plots? But you were there!” The irkens pak leg extended from his back, Dib didn’t even notice until he was pinned against the wall painfully. “You seem to forget something, Dib! You stopped fighting first, so you tried talking to Zim remember? so we talked, then we made a plan…”

“Let go!”

“I should really say you made a plan, Dib.”

The hurt in Zim’s voice was something that threw Dib off completely, they shared a long stare. Dib’s mind screamed for Zim not to mention what he could see was burning behind his eyes, he didn’t want Zim to talk about it. Dib felt heat seeping through his skin, agonizing shame.

“Zim waited for you in the woods for so long” Zim spoke slowly, painfully.

“STOP IT”

“Does the Dib not remember what was said? what YOU promised?” Zim began, the human grabbed at the pak legs desperately trying to pry them away from himself but as soon as he touched them Zim moved a spare under others chin threateningly.

Dib didn’t want to think about it, he was stupid and made a terrible choice all because he thought earth didn’t deserve protection anymore. He was so beaten down, so tired of begging for everyone to open their eyes and look at the truth, the world didn’t want the truth. He knew that now of course, but back then it had taken its toll on him and he made a deal he shouldn’t have.

“I told you it was a mistak-”

Dib’s words died in his throat when he felt Zim’s pak legs let go of him, the invader watched him for a long second before shaking his head.

“A mistake was ever letting you near Zim” His voice was heavily laced with malice as he walked towards the fridge to get transported to the base. “Get out before I put a blaster hole in that massive head of yours”

Dib didn’t need to be told twice; he was gone before his mouth could say something else stupid. Zim had been bottled up in the human’s mind for a while since prom he couldn’t let himself get to close again. Dib had hoped to avoid the memory, but it was haunting him.

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Why does it seem that my cellphone is spying on me?

In his seminal book, “The Singularity is Near – When Humans Transcend Biology,” Ray Kurzweil laments the fate of Artificial Intelligence (AI): “An underlying problem with artificial intelligence that I have personally experienced in my forty years of in the area is that as soon as an AI technique works, it is no longer considered AI and is spun off in its own field …” Kurzweil then goes on to give the example of speech recognition – although if you both listen and watch the closed captions to the nightly news, you might wonder how intelligent this recognition is. Still that point has stuck with me since I first read The Singularity is Near, when it first came out in 2005.

Well, friends there is no longer any denying the existence of AI in our lives. We have moved beyond what has been referred to as the “Dark Age of AI.”We’ve got everything from intelligent toaster ovens to self-driving automobiles. Recently, I saw, with a shutter, a news clip about self-driving eighteen wheelers. Yikes, I thought. But then I considered how many people have been wiped out by drowsy truck drivers. Which is better, which is worse?

Now, I am a great proponent of futurism. More importantly, I recognize that there is no denying technology, any more than there is denying climate change. There are good reasons to fear it, especially if your job is in jeopardy. Ultimately all our jobs are in jeopardy. But there is no stopping it. Technology always outruns its own ethical basis. It has no morality. It just is. And the Luddites, who in the early nineteenth century rose up and destroyed textile machinery because they feared it would take away their means of employment are now reduced merely to a fancy word and a footnote. As I type this AI programs “spellcheck” me and “autocorrect” my grammar. Both of those words exist in the language only because of the AI revolution. So, they are taking over our language as well.

There is also the nostalgia factor. My IPad and my Kindle do not feel or smell like a book. I so love these tactile and olfactory experiences. But the fact is that my whole library, which is voluminous, could easily fit in digital form on my computer devices, and I read at least three times faster electronically than on paper. Although one might ask, what the rush is? Ultimately, where this nostalgia is concerned we become like Edward Arlington Robinson’s “Minever Cheevy.”

“Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,

Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;

He wept that he was ever born,

And he had reasons.

Miniver loved the days of old

When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;

The vision of a warrior bold

Would set him dancing.

Miniver sighed for what was not,

And dreamed, and rested from his labors;

He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,

And Priam’s neighbors.

Miniver mourned the ripe renown

That made so many a name so fragrant;

He mourned Romance, now on the town,

And Art, a vagrant.

Miniver loved the Medici,

Albeit he had never seen one;

He would have sinned incessantly

Could he have been one.

Miniver cursed the commonplace

And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;

He missed the mediæval grace

Of iron clothing.

Miniver scorned the gold he sought,

But sore annoyed was he without it;

Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,

And thought about it.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,

Scratched his head and kept on thinking;

Miniver coughed, and called it fate,

And kept on drinking.”

Isn’t it wonderful how all I needed to do was to type “Minever Cheevy” into my search engine, a form of AI and the whole text, which I first read on paper in high school pops up? This is but the first stage in the development of Kurzweil’s bionic man-machine.

And as I was typing the last, my cellphone dinged with the message from Bloomberg News that:

“Medical apps have made it easier than ever for doctors to treat people without ever seeing them in person.”

Is this getting just a bit spooky?

Which brings me to what I really wanted to discuss. I recently read Michael Chertoff’s “Exploding Data: Reclaiming Our Cyber Security in the Digital Age.” This book describes the megadata on each of us, which seems merely a collection of useless facts. Where we were every minute of the day, what we bought, what we ate, what we spent, and on and on. It is not the individual facts that are significant, but the Gestalt, that ultimately presents the threat, not just to individual privacy an liberty, but to national and world security.

Allow me to quote the ninth amendment to the United States Constitution. Yes, Republican friends there is more than the second amendment, which protects the right of madmen to buy assault rifles. But the little ninth amendment says merely:

“The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.”

This is your right to privacy, people! The government does not belong in your workplace, in your home, or in your bedroom, for instance. And when we allow ourselves to be monitored 24-7, we give up that right, in part or in total.

And on the security side. Connect your home to the internet with devices such as smart electric meters for instance, where “the bad guys” have implanted administrative codes in the chips they made for us and we bought because they are cheap, and they can shut down our power grids.

In 2004, yes fifteen years ago, the Israeli military assassinated Sheik Ahmed Yassin, the spiritual leader and founder of the militant Palestinian group Hamas, by landing a smart missile in the lap of the wheelchair-bound Sheik Yassin. I am not suggesting that you have anything to fear from the fact that your own iPhone is tracking your whereabouts in real-time.

What has freaked me out was an IM session that I was having with a friend on my IPhone to set up a time to meet for coffee. When we had settled as to time and place, I went to add it to my calendar, hit the add button, and there it was Name of Person, Name of place, and time all neatly pre-entered for me. Starting with OS 10.0, we are now up to OS 12.2, the operating system has AI algorithms that search your texts and emails in this way. For convenience, right? I’m sorry it seems not so much as helpful as creepy and an invasion of privacy.

I am reminded of a second poem. This by W. H. Auden and called “To the Unknown Citizen.” Perhaps we might modernize the title to “To the Unknown Citizen and his Megadata.”

(To JS/07 M 378 This Marble Monument Is Erected by the State)

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be

One against whom there was no official complaint,

And all the reports on his conduct agree

That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a

saint,

For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.

Except for the War till the day he retired

He worked in a factory and never got fired,

But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.

Yet he wasn’t a scab or odd in his views,

For his Union reports that he paid his dues,

(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)

And our Social Psychology workers found

That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.

The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day

And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.

Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,

And his Health-card shows he was A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.

Our researchers into Public Opinion are content

That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;

When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.

He was married and once in hospital but left it cured.

Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare

He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan

And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,

added five children to the population,

Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his

generation.

And our teachers report that he never interfered with their

education.

Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd: e heard.

I feel a need to return photographically to a simpler time, to turn back the clock to the Willoughby of Twilight Zone fame, to a more mechanical time. The time of carburetors, now replaced by AI chips called injection systems.

#artificial intelligence #futurism #Megadata

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richiefuckfacetozier · 7 years ago

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Chapter 11: Piece of My Heart

Story: It’s Not My Fault

Commission by @kseniadraws

Title - Piece of My Heart by Janis Joplin

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This chapter is told from Richie's perspective and anything in italics is Richie's thoughts.

Richie woke up spread out on his bed in just his boxers. His head felt groggy and his body exhausted in a great way. He had easily had the best sleep in weeks. Did I dream that Eddie and I got busy last night? We definitely didn’t have sex but he still blew my fucking mind.

He slowly rose out of bed, grabbed his Rolling Stones band shirt from the floor then walked out the door to his bathroom.

He stopped in the middle of the hall because his house smelled delicious. Someone was cooking an incredible breakfast.

He bounded into the kitchen and stopped abruptly in the door frame. Eddie had his back to him, cooking bacon furiously. There were eggs, hash browns, French toast, fruit, and bagels. He was wearing Richie’s favorite blue sweater and it went to his thighs. The sleeves were rolled up 3 or 4 times. He also wore a pair of old pajama pants that did not fit Richie but looked great on Eddie. Everything looks perfect on Eddie.

Richie’s mother was drinking coffee and reading a book, her breakfast plate halfway finished. Richie’s jaw opened in shock.

“Am I in an alternate universe?” Richie blurted out.

His mother looked up and rolled her eyes. “Hello, Richie.” Then went back to eating.

“Hello mother,” Richie responded slowly, “If that is your real name. You seem to be looking...sober.” His mother shot him a nasty glare but did not retort.

“Good morning, Rich!” Eddie said cutting through the tension with extra cheeriness. He did not turn to look at Richie which made him anxious. How do I play this? Be cool. Don’t show you are in love with him or he will kill you.

“Morning, DUDE. Making breakfast for my mother? She’s a married woman, Eddie. Even if the ass is never around.” His mother scoffed and Richie saw Eddie’s shoulders tense. He went to stand next to Eddie and picked a piece of bacon straight out of the pan. “OUCH FUCK!” He dropped the bacon and cradled his fingers to his chest.

“Richie! You idiot!” Eddie turned off the stove, grabbed Richie’s hand and pulled him over to the sink. He shoved Richie’s hand under the faucet and ran warm water over it.

“Should I grab anything?” His mother asked awkwardly.

“I just stocked your first aid supplies in the cabinet over there.” Eddie pointed behind him. “There is burn cream and bandages inside.”

Eddie inspected his hand as they kept the water running over it. “What’s the damage Dr. K?”

Eddie clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Imbecile disease and a burn. The burn we can treat. The disease not so much.”

Richie laughed and reached across the counter with his not burned hand to grab a piece of French toast. “That’s alright. I’ve lived with the disease my whole life.” He shoved it in his mouth and immediately groaned in delight. “This tastes fucking amazing.”

“Here.” His mother handed Eddie the supplies, picked up her plate of food and left the kitchen.

“Helpful bitch.” Richie mumbled.

Eddie did not respond but his expression softened. He turned off the water and dried off Richie’s hand. He glanced at the kitchen entrance then brought Richie’s hand to his mouth to kiss.

“You alright?” Eddie whispered his cheeks tinted pink. Richie smiled then kissed his cheek quickly, which only made them turn redder.

Richie sighed, “Hey Eds?”

“Don’t call me Eds. I don’t call you ‘Chee’.” Eddie said wittily.

Richie did not answer right away, his mouth had gone dry and his eyes were scanning Eddie obviously. Eddie looked at him with a raised eyebrow waiting for him to say something.

“I was just so turned on at the thought of you calling me ‘Chee’ that I completely forgot what I was going to ask you.” He responded.

Eddie glared at him and let go of his hand. “I’m not fucking calling you ‘Chee’. Get out of my house.”

Richie laughed, “This is my house!”

“What’s your point?” Eddie huffed out. Richie knew he was not actually mad because he made a plate of food for him.

“Thanks! Everything smells fucking amazing. I don’t think I have ever seen this much food in my kitchen in...ever.” Richie began shoving food into his mouth barely taking time to chew or breathe.

“Slow down, Richie! You are going to make yourself vomit.” Eddie grabbed a plate for himself and sat across from him. “And eat fruit, it’s good for you.”

“Yeah yeah.” Richie snagged a banana and peeled it slowly. He made the hardest contact with Eddie as he did it. Eddie’s eyes widened. Then he licked the side of the banana slowly bringing his tongue to the top and took a vicious bite out of it.

Eddie’s voice shook as he said, “I have officially decided you are never coming near my dick with your mouth. Honestly, I don’t know if I want you to kiss me ever again.”

“We’ll see,” Richie smirked. “Oh! You know what we should do today?! Practice driving! Since we have MY car now.” Richie said ‘my car’ with so much pride, it made Eddie smile.

That smile faltered a bit as he answered, “Oh...um...about that…” Eddie began hesitantly. “The others tried to teach me and it went horribly. I had a panic attack just about every time. Even made Ben cry.”

“Shit Eddie. That’s hilarious.” Richie put eggs, bacon, and potatoes in between a bagel. He took a comical bite with almost all the food falling out.

“I cannot handle you.” Eddie shook his head.

“Wont no unless ve try.” Richie said with food spitting everywhere.

“Attractive,” Eddie said dryly.

Richie swallowed quickly, “I think it will be different with me teaching. I’m calmer than the rest of them.”

“I don’t think I would use calm to describe you. Undiagnosed ADHD probably. Calm, not so much. But we can try it though.” Eddie shivered and clung to the sweater a little tighter. “Fuck, I am so cold.”

“Me too. Mind if I use your thighs as earmuffs?” Richie grinned at Eddie’s horror.

He managed to choke out an indignant, “Richie!”

“We haven’t seen each other in two weeks. I have about 50 plus pickup lines to catch up with.” Richie ducked as Eddie threw a bagel at his head, which made them laugh until their sides hurt.

They kept eating and enjoying each other’s company. Richie began picturing this as what living together would be like. After they went to Vermont, he wondered where he and Eddie would end up when they graduated next year. Even when they were just friends, he always loved the thought of them being together forever. Would we get a house? Or an apartment in a city? Do we go to the same college? I may not even go to college. Could we be together in that way? Like a regular couple. We are two guys in love but what’s next…

“Did you hear me Richie?” Eddie’s voice slashed through the daydream. Richie shook his head apologetically.

Eddie gave him an exasperated expression but continued anyway, “I restocked your kitchen this morning with food and most of your house with cleaning supplies. I was thinking we should clean it up. It is looking pretty shitty.”

“Can we do it later?” Richie whined like a 5-year-old. “I want to hang out, we haven’t hung out in forever.”

Eddie tapped the top of the table with his hand contemplating then sighed, “Alright, we can hang out. Do you want me to call the rest of the Losers?”

“No, I see them fucking plenty and school starts up again tomorrow so I will see them then. I want to hang out just us.” Richie brought his hand forward to hold Eddie’s small one. Eddie glanced at the kitchen entrance again but relaxed into the touch. The ring he gave Eddie for his birthday was still there on his pinky. I wonder what it would be like for it to be on his ring finger. Probably would not fit because it’s so small and...did I just legitimately think about marriage to Eddie?

Richie’s eyes flicked to Eddie’s brown eyes. He always loved looking into them because they were so unique with silverish grey flecks sparkling in them. He loved when they turned dark like storm clouds any time he was angry. Or horny. Hee hee.

Richie was about to bring his face forward to kiss him but Eddie shook his head and removed his hand. “Sorry, Rich.”

“Me too.” Richie said in frustration. It drove him crazy that they could not be affectionate except behind closed doors. What he would give to just hold Eddie’s hand in public or kiss him whenever.

“Alright, well, I need to go home and change. Also, to check in with ma, so she knows I am alive.” Eddie picked up their plates and started washing the dishes.

“I’ll quickly shower and drive you over.” Richie stood behind Eddie placing his hands on his hips.

“Richie…” Eddie warned.

Richie smirked and moved to flush his body against Eddie’s back.

“I’m serious...” Eddie tried to wiggle out of the grasp but Richie was too strong.

He lowered his lips to Eddie’s ear whispering, “Call...me…’Chee’ and I’ll stop.”

“Not on your life.” Eddie put the plates down and went to spin his body around. Richie put his hands over Eddie’s arms trapping him up against the counter.

“Your mother could fucking walk in!” Eddie angry whispered struggling to free himself.

“So what if she does?” Richie argued. “She already knows about me.”

“But not about me and I don’t want it to get back to Mom!” Richie let go of Eddie at that. Eddie spun around glaring up at him.

“So how long until you tell your mom?” Richie asked boldly. Eddie’s eyes widened in confusion. “Next month? Next year? When we graduate? When we move in together? When we get married and have kids? Never?” He said every question mockingly in about as nasty a tone as Richie could make. It was working because Eddie looked like a beat up pup.

Richie turned and left the kitchen. He all of a sudden felt mad and upset at himself. That was cruel. I shouldn’t have said those things.

“Rich, wait.” Eddie’s nervous voice called from down the hall.

“I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.” He said harshly as he rushed into the bathroom and closed the door.

The drive to Eddie’s house was not silent but there was obvious tension between them. Richie tried cracking jokes but none of them quite landed correctly. Eddie would laugh at them except it was like he could not really hear him and was just going through the motions.

He parked in front of Eddie’s house and Richie went to unbuckle his seat belt to go with him but Eddie stopped him.

“Babe, can you um…stay in the car. I just...you know how Mom can be…” Eddie was stroking Richie’s arm in a soothing way.

The earlier rage was bubbling to the surface again. “Sure, whatever. I already gave her some good loving last night. Oh wait, that was her son. Easy to get them mixed up.” He tried to smile to show it was a joke but he knew it came out a sneer.

Eddie punched Richie’s shoulder hard, “Beep beep, asshole.” He opened the door and slammed it shut.

Richie rubbed the now bruising spot on his arm watching Eddie march into his house. I need to cool it or else this day is going to be shit. We literally go two weeks without seeing each other and it’s like I don’t know how to talk to him.

Those two weeks were just as painful for Richie as he knew they were for Eddie. Stuck in his house, desperately forcing his mother to eat food or drink water. He would talk to her constantly even when she told him to shut up and go away. On a particularly drunk night, she said Richie would be better off without her. This confession scared him shitless, he tried to get ahold of his dad but his work had no idea where he was fucking around. Richie just wanted to be held by Eddie and told everything was going to be alright but instead, he was trapped in a personal hell. He wanted to tell Eddie all this except the burden belonged to him and him alone.

Eddie came back bundled up in a big coat. He opened the door and went to hand over Richie’s sweater but Richie pushed it back toward him.

“Rich, I’m not taking your favorite sweater.” Eddie demanded.

“I want you to have it my twizzler.” Richie said softly gazing at Eddie apologetically.

“Ok.” Eddie paused for a moment, then removed his winter coat and sweater to put the blue one instead. They grinned at each other, Eddie still standing outside the car.

“That sweater looks great on you...as a matter of fact, so would I.” Richie wiggled his eyebrows which made Eddie’s nose wrinkle in disgust. “God, you are so cute.” Richie said in wonder.

“Shut up...” Eddie mumbled but a blush was sprinkling his cheeks. “I like that the sweater smells like you.”

Richie beamed at him letting his irrational anger ebb away. “So! Let’s start your driving lesson!” Richie got out of the car and headed over to the passenger side.

Eddie stared at Richie then at the car in alarm. “Now?! No, no, I’m not ready.”

Richie stood in front of him smiling. “There is no ‘ready’ or ‘not ready’ with driving. You just do it. Let’s go! To the driver's side with you.”

“Fuck me…” Eddie sighed.

“Maybe later.” Richie replied laughing at the glare Eddie shoots him.

“If this doesn’t work...I mean, who gets this anxious driving? what is everyone going to say?” Eddie took a step closer to Richie as if he wanted to be physically comforted but he stopped himself from touching Richie.

Richie quickly pushed Eddie’s bangs to the side to give some lite contact then removed his hand. “I think it's time I tell you what people are saying behind your back...‘Nice ass!’”

Eddie tried to look angry but broke into a huge smile. “You are an idiot.” Then trekked over to the other side of the car. Eddie sat in the driver’s seat trying to adjust the seat, steering wheel, and mirrors to his exact liking.

“You are so fucking tall, it is not fair.” Eddie complained as he brought the seat much closer to the pedals.

Richie grinned at his struggle, “I like being taller than you. Makes me feel like I can protect you from anything. Even though you are usually the one protecting me.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, “Protecting you from what?”

“Myself.” Richie shrugged.

“I don’t know Richie. Remember when I spilled popcorn from the balcony of the movie theater onto Bowers' head? You were the one that poured soda after so it looked like it was your fault.” Eddie recalled. “You have always protected me.”

Richie barked out a laugh, “That was a fucking fantastic day! The look on his face was priceless. But you protect me from my own mouth and accept me for all my glaring flaws.”

“When you love someone, you barely notice they have flaws.” Eddie admitted biting his lower lip subconsciously.

Richie felt his heart clench and could not take it anymore. He put his hand on the side of Eddie’s face and brought their lips together. Eddie let him returning the kiss but broke away quickly glancing out the windows to make sure passersby had not seen them.

“And when I am going through shit...like now...you try to help.” Richie breathed out slowly still holding onto Eddie’s face to ground himself. “The only reason I felt safe leaving the house today was because Mom actually ate food. She was drinking coffee, Eds?! Without added whiskey to make it Irish. I honestly thought I walked into someone else’s house.”

“She was a lot nicer to me than last night.” Eddie smiled anxiously. “That may have been because I handed her Tylenol and water the minute she walked in. Then fixed her a plate of food fast so she would not argue.”

“She probably doesn't remember last night and oh my god...you asshole.” Richie smiled. Eddie grinned mischievously which confirmed his suspicions. “You used to do that with me!”

“You were starving yourself!” Eddie complained.

“Listen, I just went a couple days without lunch in 9th grade. It wasn’t a big deal.” Richie shook his head.

Eddie pointed his finger threateningly, “No, you went without lunch practically every day for 2 years because your family couldn’t be bothered to stock your fridge.”

“Well, my job at the record store helps pay for my lunches now.” Richie shook his head. “I can’t believe you tricked my mom the same way you used to trick me. Put food in front of a hungry person before they can refuse.”

“You Tozier’s are easily manipulated.” Eddie joked. Richie’s face fell a little. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t meant to be mean. Rich...I…”

“Eddie, it’s fine. It is true. My mom is manipulated every day staying with my dad.” He looked out the window and added darkly, “Drinking herself into an early grave.”

Eddie took his hand. “Hey,” he waited until Richie slowly met his eyes, “We will figure this out. Together. No more doing it alone shit. Promise me?”

Richie nodded slowly.

“Great! Now, show me how to drive this screaming metal death trap.”

They started out slowly driving through the neighborhood. Things were going alright even though Eddie was extremely tense. He was doing a really good job but kept arguing with Richie the whole time. Richie ignored him and just continued giving instructions which Eddie obeyed automatically.

“Turn left here. Don’t forget to indicate.”

“Oh god oh shit oh Jesus…” Eddie repeated under his breath.

“You are doing so well, Eds.” Richie reassured.

“No, I’m not. I am so bad at this. I hate it.” Eddie turned the wheel slowly as he crossed the intersection and made a perfect left turn.

Richie smirked, “If you're feeling down, I can feel you up.”

“Why can’t you be serious?!” Eddie whined as he kept driving through the streets with no problem.

“Oh! I got another one! Are you a parking ticket?” Richie looked at him seeing if he knew what was coming. Eddie kept his eyes forward as Richie said, “Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.”

“You are a monster.” Eddie groaned.

“Hey, I’m pretty and you’re cute. Together we’d be Pretty Cute.” Richie grinned delightedly.

“Alright, that one was actually nice.” Eddie said begrudgingly.

“I would tell you a joke about my penis, but it’s too long!” Richie had already started to laugh as he said the last terrible pickup line.

“Fuck you, Richie! GOD!” Eddie yelled.

“Ok parallel park into that spot there.” Richie pointed to the curb.

Eddie shook his head, “This is not going to work Richie, you are just too distracting and...”

“Great parking job, Eds!” Richie cheered.

“You aren’t listening to me, Rich!” Eddie claimed.

“Alright, put it in reserve and backup.” Richie coaxed. Eddie immediately did what Richie asked still rambling on. “And put the car in park! You did it!”

Eddie ceased talking and looked at his parking job. It suddenly occurred to him that he had driven, done an unprotected left turn, parallel parked, and backed up perfectly.

“Richie! You are a fucking genius!” Eddie squealed with delight.

Richie shrugged, “It was all you. I merely gave directions.”

Eddie leaned over grabbing Richie’s face to capture his lips in a kiss. Successfully driving seemed to make Eddie euphoric. He broke contact to climb over the console and straddle Richie’s lap.

“Holy shit Eds!” Richie said excitedly. “I'll need to teach you things more often.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” Eddie breathed.

“Fuck yeah,” Richie kissed Eddie hard and when Eddie moved his lips to Richie’s neck he moaned. He reached up under Eddie’s shirt, his cool hands on Eddie’s bare sides. Eddie unbottuned Richie's shirt preventing him from thinking straight, he could only breathe. They found themselves getting lost in making-out. Forgetting where they were. Just being normal teenagers for once.

Eddie eventually slipped back into the driver’s seat. Richie slowly buttoned his shirt back up. They were quiet for a little bit, then Richie laced his fingers with Eddie’s. “Hey,” Eddie looked over at him with a smile. “I missed you so much during this break.”

“I missed you too, Richie.”

Richie shook his head, “No, like. I miss you all the time. When you are gone, when you talk to someone other than me, when you fall asleep first...it is hard to explain. So even if it did not seem like it, I really did miss you these past two weeks. I love you, Eds.”

Eddie’s eyes welled up as he leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Then he patted Richie on the chest, “Dude,” he said, “I just have to tell you that you buttoned your shirt wrong.”

Which in Eddie Kaspbrak language clearly meant, ‘I love you, too. Maybe forever.’

Mature Ending

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taronfanfic · 7 years ago

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Graduate’s Escape

Chapters 1-13 are here

Chapter 14

The sound of your phone ringing woke you from your deep sleep. It was in the pocket of your jeans that you’d left on the floor by the side of the bed, and as you found the energy to roll over and reach down for them the call cut off. You never normally answered your phone anyway. Everyone you cared about knew to call back immediately if they desperately wanted you so as the second call came through you knew you had to move faster this time. It was Emily.

“What’s happened? You promised you’d let me know and I’ve not heard anything from you all day!” She rushed her words down the phone to you.

“It’s all fine.” You mumbled back sleepily. “Just give me a minute.”

“Oh god, you were having sex and I’ve interrupted haven’t I?”

“You think I’d stop having sex to answer my phone? No Ems, I’ve just woken up… Shit is that the time? I need to get ready!” You had half an hour before you needed to meet Taron, Colin and Mark down in reception.

“Ooh is he taking you out to somewhere fancy again?” Emily asked as you put her onto speakerphone so you could multi-task.

“I think we’re just staying in the hotel, there’s a lot of paparazzi outside 24/7, but he’s invited Colin Firth and Mark Strong to join us.”

“WHAT! You’re about to have dinner with THE Colin Firth… Mr Darcy… I’m covering your arse at work so you can have dinner with Colin Firth! What even is your life Y/N?!” Emily fangirled down the phone.

“Ridiculous, right?” You agreed.

“You owe me. I don’t know what yet, but it needs to be big!”

“Well when you decide you want your love life sorting out let me know, I’ll come over and tell James to get his act together!”

“James? I’ve already told you we’re just best mates. It’s not going to happen.”

“You can’t tell me you’re not curious what it would be like though…” you probed.

“To sleep with him?!”

“I was just thinking to try a date with him, but if your mind went there first…” You continued to push Emily’s buttons, trying to get her to admit to wanting something more. It was going to take a bit of work but you knew you could get them together eventually. Chatting to Emily made the time fly by and before you had time to get nervous you were all ready to go. You’d pinned your hair up quickly and pulled a few strands out round the front, trying to make it look like you’d made an effort. Winging your eyeliner had gone smoothly, the artists touch always came in handy. You grabbed your phone and dropped it in your clutch bag, slipped on your black heels and remembered your room key as you made your way down to reception; only 5 minutes late.

The three men were stood around chatting and laughing, looking very handsome in their tailored suits. Mark gave you a warm smile and placed his hand on Taron’s shoulder as he saw you approaching. Taron spun round, his face beaming back at you.

“You look gorgeous.” He admired you as he took your hand and kissed you quickly on the cheek. “Colin this is Y/N, and Mark, I believe you two met earlier.” He returned the hand on the shoulder gesture to Mark, silently thanking him.

“Yes we did, can I just say how lovely you look tonight Y/N.” Mark also complimented you.

“Thank you, you’re looking very smart too. I think it’s safe to say neither of us felt appropriately dressed for this place when we met earlier!” Everyone politely laughed before Colin led the way through to the restaurant. Taron’s hand fell naturally to your waist as you followed slowly behind the others.

“You smell divine.” He commented softly against your ear. “Can’t we skip the starters so I can eat you out instead?” Your mouth dropped open at his comment, genuinely surprised that he’d come out with that so early on in the evening. His words ignited your hormones though and you felt yourself throb in anticipation.

“Oh so it’s going to be one of those sorts of dinners is it?” You stopped walking and moved in front of Taron, allowing the others to continue and distance themselves.

“I’ve been in trouble for most of the afternoon… Knowing you were upstairs and in my bed. It’s been killing me, and I swear these trousers are the most revealing things in the world.” There was a filthy undertone to his voice.

“Nightmare.” You bit your lip seductively, moving your hand down so you could give his arse a gentle squeeze.

“I’ve just remembered something, give me 2 minutes and I’ll meet you in there.” Taron lifted your hand from his bum and kissed the back of it before heading back out to the reception desk. You took your seat opposite Mark and gladly accepted the glass of wine Colin had poured for you.

“So how did you two meet?” Colin asked you.

“I work in a small bar in South London, Taron came in a couple of weeks back to meet Hugh Jackman for a drink. I couldn’t get rid of him at the end of the night so figured I might as well take him up on his offer of a drink… or two.”

“You make it sound so romantic!” Mark commented sarcastically. “I had him down as a proper charmer, but he’s clearly letting the side down.”

“Oh he can be charming when the mood takes him. He had Hugh egging him on that night though so he was very forward, very confident but surprisingly not cocky with it.”

“So you ended up back at his?” Colin read between the lines.

“Well a game of truth or dare with a bottle of vodka was only going to end one way! I asked him what his favourite sex position was and then-“

“Ok, they don’t need the full story!” Taron cut you off mid-sentence as he finally joined you at the table. Colin and Mark were chuckling in response, both surprised by your frankness.

“Everything ok?” you leant in to Taron and asked him quietly.

“Yeah, just organising some supplies for later.” He placed his hand at the top of your thigh and cast you a quick wink. He was utterly irresistible when he was in this mood. You moved your hand over to his thigh, dragging it up higher to deliberately brush over his crotch. He was still semi-hard and almost flinched at your touch. His hand grabbed yours and rushed it up to the top of the table, linking your fingers together gently. “Not here!” he whispered, “I won’t be able to handle it, not tonight.” You took another sip of your wine as you tried to hide your smug smile.

As the evening progressed the conversation was thankfully kept out of the gutter. You’d remembered to thank Mark again for his help before the wine took full effect. Colin also seemed to have taken a shine to you quicker than you’d expected. You noticed them giving each other knowing looks and paying close attention to the way Taron was behaving around you. They’d both known him for much longer than you had so you wanted to get their approval.

“Can I just take a moment to say thank you to Y/N.” Colin picked up his glass and pointed it in your direction. “The difference you’ve made to Taron has been… well quite remarkable really.”

“Colin!” Taron dragged his name out as he blushed in embarrassment.

“No really, he was like a totally different person during those interviews this afternoon.”

“I can only agree.” Mark added. “I mentioned it to you briefly earlier Y/N, but these past two weeks he’s been sulking like a love-sick teenager. It’s nice to see him so happy again.”

“He’ll be even happier later.” The wine had gone to your head and you knew your filter was long gone as that comment left your lips.

“Y/N! Oh god, I can’t believe you just said that!” Taron’s head fell to his hands as laughed.

“Sounds like you’ve met your match.” Colin commented to Taron as he gave you a warm smile.

“I definitely have. I also think we’re going to call it a night and quit whilst we’re ahead… sort of!” He shook his head at you as he stood up from the table. You shrugged back at him innocently, said your goodbyes and left the restaurant hand in hand with Taron.

The hotel lift was busy at this time of the evening so you shuffled in to the corner and asked for the seventh floor. Your bodies rested against each other, your hands still held tightly together. You both knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as you got back to your room.

“Want to know a secret?” you moved your head to Taron’s shoulder as you whispered in his ear. “I’m not wearing any underwear.” You moved back and relished the look on his face. His tongue ran across his top lip before his let out a heavy breath and mouthed the word ‘Fuck’ at you. He moved round slightly so you were face to face and you felt his hard cock pressing up against your thigh. You couldn’t take your eyes off each other. Knowing there were other people just inches away who didn’t have a clue how aroused Taron was only turned you on more. You let go of his hand and slowly placed your fingers against the bulge in his trousers. He held his lips firmly together as he dropped his forehead down to rest against yours. Starting slowly you rubbed up and down his length, gripping it as best you could through the material of his trousers. His hand grabbed your wrist to stop you as the lift paused at the second floor and a few people got out. As the doors closed he moved your hand up to his tip and then let go of your wrist, allowing you to continue. You made smaller and quicker movements as your fingers and thumb worked against him. His mouth had opened as his breaths became faster, his brow was frowning in concentration trying to keep himself from moaning. More people left on the fourth and fifth floors opening up large spaces and revealing you both to the people who remained on the opposite side of the lift. You knew Taron was almost there but this was getting too obvious. You lay your free arm around the back of his neck and started to kiss him, drawing in everyone’s attention immediately. No one can bring themselves to watch a public display of affection for too long though, so as you left Taron’s lips you checked over his shoulder to see everyone looking at their feet. Success. You kissed him again tugged down his fly, slipping in your fingers to finish him off through his boxers. He rose up onto his toes as he came, leaning in towards you and kissing you messily. The doors opened for the seventh floor and you grabbed hold of Taron’s hand and pulled him out after you, rushing quickly down the corridor before anyone could make a comment.

“I thought you’d lost the plot when you kissed me!” Taron giggled giddily behind you. “Way to make it obvious.”

“I needed them to look so they knew not to look! I almost bottled it when so many people got out on the 5th floor.” You laughed back at him as you leant up against the door to your room. He stepped forwards into you and kissed you passionately, working his tongue hard against yours.

“Get a room!” Mark’s voice echoed from the opposite end of the corridor. You buried your face into Taron’s shoulder as you laughed at finally being caught.

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tenseoyong · 7 years ago

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A-Z NSFW: Joshua

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A = Aftercare   Can I make the gentlemen!Joshua jokes yet? Anyways, yes yes, Joshua’s a lovely boy, of course he’s going to take mad care of you. Sex with him isn’t near rough, so honestly pains aren’t an occurrence he worries about in aftercare. Shower if you can walk, if not, you get the luxury of Joshua running you both a hot bath, with the best smelling bath bombs. Aftercare is mainly just reassuring you’re okay, and satisfied, and he loves you. Lovey dovey couple stuff, in short.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)   Aside from being the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, his eyes hold the most intensity when he’s with you. Almost supernaturally, a look from him is enough to leave you paralyzed, especially when those mischievous eyes are gleaming up at you from between your thighs. They add a whole new level to sex, something that’s not easily replaced, and he surely knows it and uses it to his advantage. As weird as it sounds, your back is the untypical favorite part of you to him, he loves watching your body curve from his mouth, or you arching back into him when he’s thrusting from behind, seeing your body react so much to his touch goes to his head fast.

C = Cum   He’s not one to make a mess, or anything. It’s always in a condom, easy clean up, no worries, it’s all good. He’s not a fan of the whole ‘marking cum’ thing, semi thinks it’s a bit degrading so he’s not much for it. Condoms just make it easier to be safe and saves a needed clean up of sheets and a wipe down.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)   Seeing as you can’t possibly be around 24/7, it was discussed and under strict rules for keeping them safe, a few choice pictures were taken of you two. That’s not the secret. The agreement was they were for when he’s away on schedule and promoting, and doesn’t have time to see you…but that’s the reason he takes so long in the shower…oops.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) I don’t see how any adult doesn’t know about sex, so obviously he’s aware of it. But experience is very minimal to none at all. How gentlemanly he is, and how he was raised, I don’t see baby Joshua out there getting his dick wet every other day. You’ll definitely have to teach him a few things, but he’s easily taught, so an one time teaching is all it takes.

 F = Favorite position  I imagine Joshua being a very…clingy lover…He likes full on contact, so missionary, from behind with you both on your knees, your front pressed to his, etc. But his favorite, is spooning, especially in the mornings, you’re usually in that position anyways, and add morning wood to that, makes it a very good wake up call.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)  Joshua’s laugh…shoot me its so cute Sex is very lighthearted with Joshua, there’s no pressure to rush or be perfect. He’s not goofy per say, but it’s very apparent that there’s not expectation to be serious or incredibly sexy, etc. It’s really about loving each other, and having fun together.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they) Joshua’s very clean in my mind…especially since he’s in the shower for ages, I expect there’s some kind of manscaping going on. Not bare, or even close, but a nice trim.

 I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  [See Kink] Joshua’s a very lovey…lover lol so he’s really big on making sure his love is translated in sex. It’s not sex or fucking, he’s loving you, and he needs to make sure that’s obvious. It’s not much of a show, like movies, there’s no cheesy rose petals or mood lighting, but he’s very vocal with cooing about his love for you, and pillow talk is especially full of affection.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)  The boy takes forever in the shower….boy you can think outside the shower, you’re in there jerking it stop lying…What boy doesn’t jerk off, honestly. He’s obviously not quick about it, so uh…yeah…

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) I really believe Joshua is a man of few kinks, the only things I can say I believe he’d have is praise and body worship kinks. He’s a really ideal boyfriend/lover, he’s very affectionate, and that crosses over into sex. He really enjoys pleasing your entire being while letting murmurs slip of his perfect you are and how much he truly loves you; he needs you to know how much he appreciates and adores you.

 L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)  Bed is the only place Joshua will have sex. The shower sounds to dangerous, and it’s not exactly a comforting thought that the boys pick locks, there’s so many waiting on the bathroom, and that in probably 30 seconds, another member is going to be in the exact spot he’s had his dick in you. He doesn’t like the risk of other places, getting caught or hurt, and gentleman!shua strikes again, making the bed the only option in his mind. Sorry y’all.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)  [See Yearning] Joshua’s not really difficult to get wound up, he’s pretty sensitive to your touch, so use that to your advantage. The easiest way to let him know you’re in the mood and instantly put him on the same level, is just letting your fingers brush along his thigh and a slight squeeze of the muscle before you’re in dangerous territory. Appears like a typical display of affection, but between you two, you know exactly what it means.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)  Realistically, Joshua is pretty vanilla. You can write as many kinky church boy fics as you want, you can’t convince me he’s wild. He’s not into a lot of ‘kinky’ stuff, bondage, titles(Daddy, Oppa, Sir, etc), and things of that nature, aren’t really in his kink book.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) [See Toys] Because he doesn’t delve into a lot of different stuff, i.e different locations or toys and such, he lowkey feels like he has to make up for the lack of diversity in the bedroom, so his ‘sorry’ is being a beast at going down on you. It’s his favorite form of foreplay, laying between your thighs, keeping your hips down as he works his tongue over you, and listening to you whining and squirm under his touch. He typically gets his rocks off in you, rather than your mouth, so he doesn’t exactly need a bj but he’s not turning down the favor either.

 P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)  When I think of Joshua, I weirdly always imagine Ne-Yo’s Lazy Love? Yeah, that’s what I see. Joshua’s pretty precise with his thrusts, he knows exactly what to do now, he’s a master. Buuut he’s dead set on a relatively slow pace, that speeds up to a pretty fast pace when either of you are close, and they air on the side of gentle 99% of the time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  Aside from the fact quickies aren’t quickies, considering it takes him a while to get there; Joshua just doesn’t like it. He likes being able to lay you out and worship your body, take you both to the clouds in pleasure, and the time crunch pushes a lot of the fun away from sex. Quickies happened a handful of times, just to kill the urge, but they’re very rare, he’s not fond of them. At all.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  In general, Joshua’s a pretty vanilla guy, nothing crazy or insanely adventurous will happen. Trying new positions is really all he’s okay and comfortable with doing, so don’t hold your breath on thinking you can have him decked in leather and tying you up and drip candle wax on you….ain’t gonna happen.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) I’m just gonna keep bringing up the shower exposure. He takes forever in the shower, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know a boy taking fifteen years in the shower means he’s jerking it. Sooo I’m pretty sure he lasts unusually long, pushing ten minutes is the norm for him, but because he holds out so long, one round is usually all he can manage.

 T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) I don’t see Joshua using anything on either of you, realistically. The most he’d probably have, and rarely use, is just a simple bullet vibrator for nights when he’s feeling particularly like a tease. It doesn’t make an appearance often, though.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Typically, he’s pretty lenient with you, not one to tease either of you when he can give you both pleasure. He’s got to be in a very particular mood to become a massive tease. The teasing he does, is more aims as to get you in the mood, or let you know he’s in the mood, thigh touches and kisses with just a little too much feeling behind them. Don’t worry, Josh is a good boy, he won’t tease you into next week.

 V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) As part of the vocal line, I’m inclined to think he’s got a voice, yes? But his voice is pretty soft spoken, too. Joshua’s more on an under the breath talker, pretty much chanting to himself about how much it feels good, how warm you are, how much he loves you, breathless curses, etc.

 W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) While he’s no where near dominant, he’s not submissive. At least, in your relationship currently. But the first time, you dominated and topped, pretty much having to show Joshua what the deal is. The worst thing he’s ever said, is describing your first time together as “A more hands on sex ed class” i had a boy say that to me….didnt know what to reply with

 X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Intensely thinking about the dicc gif According to Nana, Joshua’s kind of long and skinny, so uh….it matches….a bit longer than average, pushing 5.5″ long and more on the slender side of the spectrum.

 Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)  [See Stamina] Not to go there, but as someone that grew up in a church setting, I feel like I can have a say in this. From my experience, some of the horniest people I’ve ever met, were my church goers. Joshua’s our resident gentleman, that’s known, he’s good at keeping his hormones on a leash, but I he’s got a very high sex drive. He’s really ready to go at any time, may god have mercy on your holes.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Since Joshua isn’t a particularly rough lover, he’s not getting insanely overworked when you two have sex, he’s not exhausted by the end of it so he’s usually able to get up and continue with the day if needed. At night, you’ll just spend the time after getting cleaned up and turn to cuddling and watch T.V. During the day, he’s able to pull himself together and get on with what he’s got to get done, so he doesn’t sleep quickly after, if he sleeps at all. Joshua’s pretty capable of taking you to cloud 9 and continuing his duties afterwards, but that’s not to say when given the time, he won’t just curl up with you for a nap, but on the norm, he’s usually fine.

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worldcakecakecake · 8 years ago

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Feliciano and the King of Hearts

Chosen by the gods as the Queen of Hearts from the moment of birth, we follow Feliciano’s story as he grows into royal life, learns to rule, go against age old customs, and his relationship with his husband to be, the King of Hearts.

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15 I Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20 I Chapter 21 I Chapter 22 I Chapter 23 I Chapter 24 I Chapter 25 I Chapter 26 I Chapter 27 I Chapter 28 I Chapter 29 I Chapter 30 I Chapter 31 I Chapter 32 I Chapter 33 I Chapter 34 I Chapter 35

I managed some time with a strike going on in my university. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 36

There was a spread of islands between the Diamond and Spade Kingdom called the Oralee. Some of these belonged to the Diamond Kingdom, others to Spades. They were so many it was pretty easy to lose yourself between them if you didn’t have a good map or a clear direction planned for you, as it was in Ludwig and Feliciano’s case. Usually, most Kings and Queens that did this journey would take a boat from Paris that landed them in London, from which they would then take a train to Washington. That was what Khaos’s men expected, especially when that boat ride was several days long, making it easier to take control and harder for Ludwig and Feliciano to establish contact if something did happen. Passage through the Oralee islands meant having to take a carriage, walking, camping, contacting natives, taking several boat rides, passing and stopping in different kinds of islands. Complicated but sure to lose anybody who would tried to chase them. It would be longer of course, it meant entrance through the Hindu province instead of the English province, but it was their best chance and Ludwig was determined to make their thread as short and quick as possible.

He had Feliciano and him punctual to their carriage arrival, even helping the servants in placing their things while Feliciano worked on wishing goodbyes to the Diamond monarchs.

“Safe travels, don’t forget to message,” Francis wished them, embracing Feliciano and giving loving caresses on his back. Ludwig wished his own in bows and handshakes, only to Lili did he actually give an embrace.

The carriage door was shut, the horses were given the signal, and they were off, Feliciano never stopping his waving to the three until they gave a turn and were gone from his vision. By orders to keep their departure well hidden, curtains were drawn back, leaving Ludwig and Feliciano to the interior of the coach, only but a single lamp on the wall to light only their presence. Maybe they could speak, maybe Feliciano could mention- when he glanced towards Ludwig, he was already turning to his wall, back to him, trying to make himself comfortable on his side of the coach to rest. The horses were going to go on for the rest of the night, the best they could do for now was sleep, they would need the energy for all the walking that was expectant of them the next day.

So much for a chat, Feliciano sighed.

He let Pookie lay on his lap and he petted him for as long as he could in his sleep, making himself just as comfortable in his own side.

In the morning, they had a breakfast of bread, cheese, tomatoes and a delicious cherry drink, all which Francis had saved for them for this carriage trip. It was silent, with an occasional compliment or an asking for little bags of jam and chocolate that they shared between each other. Even when they were done, they settled their attention on the views the now opened curtains showed to them. The city was far behind them and they had the beauty of the French province countryside for them. Yellow flowers, white cobbled villages, hills of gold, the blue of the sky, of the rivers, of the lakes, completing, inspiring Feliciano to sketch, beautiful things that Ludwig could not ignore, peeking by the sides, each time moving closer, hoping for a better look. Too close he had reached that when Feliciano turned to him, their faces lay close enough for them to feel their breaths against their skin. Ludwig instantly went back to his corner, looking on, pretending like it wasn’t that obvious that he had been starring at Feliciano’s sketches. Feliciano found it rather adorable, chuckling, smiling to him even if he didn’t dare glance back. He continued on with his sketch only to stop when the coach came to a final halt. Feliciano closed the book, ready to stand and head out, but Ludwig stopped him by raising a hand, blocking his way as he came down first, inspecting well their surroundings. Yes, there was nothing else but the farmhouse, just as Francis had promised them.

“Your highness,” one man had called, rushing down the gardens of his yards to reach them.

“You must be Mousier Pierre,” Ludwig recognized.

“I am more than pleased to make your acquaintance.” He bowed rather excessively, nervous and shaking, avoiding his eyes but also making sure that everything was presentable, including the stones that decorated the front.

“You have a very lovely home.”

Ludwig turned to notice that Feliciano came down from the coach without waiting for his approval, gazing in wonder to not only the house, but its beautiful surroundings, the trees, the river, the hills, the fields. It was such a fresh and nice break from the stuffiness of the coach.

“Th-thank you, your highness.” His bow this time was not as shaking, managing a true smile.

“Yes, yes it is lively sir, now if you would kindly bring us the lunch and the items King Francis had asked for you to give us,”

“Certainly.” Another bow and he rushed to the gardens to get a table, a mantel to place it over, going as far as to get a vase with a beautiful sunflower, refine plates and glasses, settling lastly with a picnic basket he picked from inside the home.

Feliciano rolled his eyes, he was never going to like the excessiveness people went just to serve them. As he continued letting his eye trace the form of the house, his eyes caught shinning little yellow eyes, ginger braids, a floral dress, peeking through the door, fascinated by the presence that was basically at her doorsteps, wanting to gaze on even with a mother trying to pull her back inside. Feliciano gave her a wave, along with a sweet smile, and the girl panicked, closing the door and finally letting herself be guided away.

“Do we have to eat alone?” Feliciano questioned.

“Francis didn’t give any specifications.” Ludwig didn’t know what Feliciano was planning.

The basket the man had brought them was a large one, Feliciano knew he would leave many things behind even with his big appetite, and he was sure Ludwig would do the same.

“Mousier, you have placed everything so well, there’s more than enough food and space, why don’t’ you and your family join us?” Feliciano suggested, much to the surprise of Ludwig and the man.

“I-I don’t think it would be appropriate,”

“Indeed,” Ludwig tried to stop.

“Nonsense! Please, we would really like the company, and it’s better than having your family remain in the house on a beautiful day like this. Go on, go on, tell them.” Feliciano took his seat decided.

“A-all right then.” He bowed and went back into the house with the news, the girl rushing off first, although the closer she came, the shier she turned, hesitant in her steps, her gaze strongly on Feliciano, hands behind her back.

“Hello, you have a very lovely dress today, what’s your name?” Feliciano asked as kind as ever.

“Justine,” she shyly answered with constant sways.

“A beautiful name to match, come sit beside me and share in what your family made, it all looks delicious.” Feliciano pulled her chair like any gentleman would.

“I helped with the crêpes.” She was growing excited, jumping on her seat.

“They smell amazing, did you use lemon? It looks like it.” She nodded ecstatically.

It was the first thing he took a bite from, and he glowed with honest delight, loving and sharing them with her.

Ludwig had taken his seat, trying to ignore this scene and its sweetness. The man’s wife then headed out, a basket with a walnut bread in her hands, alight, and Feliciano welcomed her into the table, already conversing and chatting like old friends. Ludwig grew more impressed by Feliciano’s talent to befriend anyone so easily each day, honestly wishing he could possess a gift as that, but as ever, he stayed in his seat, eyes only on the table and the crêpe he took for himself.

The man came back with drinks this time, of vanilla and almond that made an excellent touch. Along the crêpes and the walnut bread, they also had bouillabaisse and cassoulet, excellent and having Feliciano taking seconds. They laughed, they shared recipes, and after a question about diets and exercises, even Ludwig joined in, Feliciano proud that he was easing up to these kinds of people, opening and letting himself smile that wonderful form that had Feliciano’s heart faltering and releasing dreamy sighs. Before he could stare on, before Ludwig could even direct a smile to his direction, Justine had asked for a stroll through the gardens of the house, Feliciano complying, wishing to know of the many yellow floras that surrounded this farm land.

There were roses, tulips, dahlias, peonies, and many more that Feliciano couldn’t name. They picked and picked, throwing petals to run by, not minding at all as they dropped on their clothing. They placed on their hair, in the right spots not to fall as they continued to explore. Sadly Feliciano had a duty he needed to return to.

He spotted as the couple now handed Ludwig some other items: maps, tents, hiking materials, a large basket of food and water, even a wagon to carry it all well along with the trunks and bags they still had mounted in the coach. He apologized to Justine and hurried off to help Ludwig with getting their things down from the coach and handing the horses to the Blanc family. Feliciano petted and thanked them for the service they offered in their journey. Time was upon them to leave the house, the continuing winding road into the woods looking haunting and aggravating to Feliciano as he starred on.

“Best of luck,” the woman wished.

“As his majesty, King Francis said, continue on the paved road until it ends, only then will you follow the symbols on the map, through the swamp until you meet with a Michelle Mancham, who will lead you well through the rest of the Oralee islands.”

Both Ludwig and Feliciano nodded, understanding well, grasping their things, pointing the direction to leave. Feliciano gave one last kiss and embrace to Justine, and with a willing and finished gaze to Ludwig, both started on their walking. Ludwig offered to pull the wagon, insisting that Feliciano just carried some of the bags on his back to easy the weight and to not make it twinge so harshly. The Blanc family stayed watching them, waving and shouting suggestions until light seemed to vanish them, now nothing but growing trees, darkened yellow woods and this mysterious road.

They continued their thread for the rest of the day, Ludwig not allowing stops, only drinks while their feet kept on moving. Feliciano, by the darkening of the sky, by the rising of the moon, was exhausted, tempted to slump over any tree if Ludwig hadn’t kept glaring at him to go on.

Finally the road came to a stop, hazing into grass, nothing else to give them a clue, only a lot of clustered trees that didn’t seem to give any kind of opening or welcoming into something else. Ludwig knew the map talked about this, but the faint light from the lamp was not enough to see, plus to be honest he was getting tired and he knew Feliciano was swinging ready to take any soft ground as his resting spot.

“We’ll make camp here,” Ludwig declared finally letting go of the handle to the wagon, picking the bag with the tent and starting to prepare. He handed the fire materials to Feliciano, along with the basket of food, entrusting him with their dinner. Feliciano always managed to get a new sense of waking whenever food was involved, instantly setting to work.

Ludwig was done and Feliciano finished along, the smell coming from the pot appetizing and pulling Ludwig in, to sit right beside Feliciano, just as he poured a bowl of the soup and handed it to him, with a serving smile that Ludwig found himself reciprocating with his own. A little faint red on their cheeks and they turned away, Feliciano focusing on his own bowl serving and eating.

Even though they weren’t camping at a dessert this time, the same loneliness reigned, even with the chirping, the rustling of different small animals or what the faint breeze moved. They didn’t help either by remaining silent, even as they finished their bowls, gazes lost between the darkness of trees, hoping for something exciting to come between and alight their night. Pookie’s transformation seemed to be enough, a glowing, growing and growing until he was in his normal lion size, creating a sort of resting place right behind Feliciano. Of course he had been startled, this was only the second time Pookie transformed like this on their journey, but his fur was still a comfortable one, growing inward and out as it breathed in its rest, his wings working as a good shield over its master. Feliciano found himself easing, finding the best position, thinking of just resting here for the night. Ludwig was not going to allow it, who watched impressed at the change and couldn’t remove his eyes. Pookie was indeed majestic and it was still hard to see how it was possible that the Aces decided to send him to mere arising monarchs. He sighs, a part of him thinking that perhaps it was just something else that they still had to continue to guess and realize. That’s when he remembered.

He grabbed his bag and went straight for the book, searching for the pages he had marked, going over them, still thinking if it really was safe to start. Feliciano’s power surely hadn’t dwindled, his own could not compete even with his early training, if something did happen he only had a pamphlet of healing spells…but what if the damage was worst?

He shut the thoughts from his head, they had to start somehow, it was inevitable in their positions and he couldn’t let it wait any longer.

“Don’t get so comfortable, we’re not done yet,” he warned, noticing that Feliciano was lolling himself ever deeper into Pookie’s now large embrace. He jolted as soon as he heard the kind of tone Ludwig held, ready to hear…whatever it was that they were supposed to finish…what was it? Ludwig didn’t say, he was reading from the book still, and he really didn’t face him until he brought it to a slight close, maintaining a finger to keep a hold of the page.

“What is it that we’re not done with?” Feliciano questioned.

“Power training,” Ludwig quickly explained, standing and joining Feliciano by his side, taking his own recline over Pookie, the St. Mark didn’t seem to mind. “We need to start learning how to properly mend our power and magic,”

“But you threatened me to never use my power around-”

“Things are different this time.” He quickly opened the book, placing one side on Feliciano’s lap, the other on his own, giving them a deeper closeness, a feeling of relieving, for it was just like this how they used to get together whenever they were to read or watch art books in their childhood.

“We’ll start with a wind spell, less likely we can get hurt and one of the simplest. I’ve already taught myself how to do this, but you have to learn it yourself as well,” He pointed to the paragraph where it was mentioned, along with diagrams that explained the certain movements and figures one should hold in their hands.

“Oh, this is an Adino,” Feliciano recognized.

“Your instructors taught you this then?”

“No, but they did mention and told me some basics on how to start,”

“Do you think you can do it by yourself?” “

Um…maybe if I finish reading this.” He took the book to better see, getting the rest of the completion he hadn’t been told. It seemed simple enough, he had confidence to try it out.

“Okay,” he breathed, he clapped his hands, concentrated, placed his palm before him, closing his eyes and focusing on his inner magic, reaching the parts that better dealt with air, releasing it out as it should… but sadly it exploded in a torrent of wind upward that shook the trees around them, had birds flying, Pookie, Ludwig and Feliciano’s hairs raising in peaks. They looked ridiculous, and Feliciano couldn’t help but laugh.

“Let’s try again, this time concentrate on lessening, this is supposed to be a simple whirlwind on the palm of your hand, Feliciano,” Ludwig scolded, working to stabilize his hair and helping Pookie who was in the same predicament.

Ludwig needed to distract himself, afraid that he would end up laughing as well.

“Okay, okay.” Feliciano decided to go right to it after he settled his own curls.

He ordered himself once again to that concentration, only extending his arm once the power began its release. A powerful rush of wind came out again, but it was only slight, one that blew around them like any normal strong breeze. It was still not the spell.

“Again,” Ludwig commanded.

A Deep breath, Feliciano focusing even stronger on something small. He went at it once again, arm extending and finally a whirlwind circulated in his hold, a large one that if Feliciano let it grow any bigger it could turn into a tornado.

“You’re doing well, you just need to dwindle it,” Ludwig advised, noticing that at least Feliciano was doing it as the book said, just not the right size.

While it still continued to spin, Feliciano gave a new concentration, settling his gaze and mind until he managed to lessen and lessen it, and it was but a mere little thing that Feliciano could twist and turn however he wanted without blowing anything to another part of the woods.

“Excellent,” Ludwig complimented. “Is it hard for you to maintain it like this?”

“A little, it’s just sometimes hard to control any of my large releases. Even as I do this I feel tempted to make it bigger.”

“Don’t, keep it at this very intensity, you have to learn to do little things as this, it helps you better with control and patience with your own power.” As he said this, Ludwig took his own breath, extending his hand just as Feliciano, ready to start. He created his own whirlwind simply, with no wrong doings or mistakes in his first try, mostly because he did enough practice back in Paris.

“Now we’re going to mend, the most basics of spells, I doubt we can hurt ourselves with this, but Feliciano, I need you to focus, I need you with this same intensity and control, any higher and you can release something that I won’t be able to take,” he advised strongly and Feliciano nodded although hesitant, but he did keep that focus, on the spin, on the small coolness in his palm, watching as Ludwig’s hand reached close to his own, the wind intensifying, close to colliding, but not just yet.

“Breathe…” Ludwig commanded, in a whisper as calming as the very breeze they concocted, one Feliciano could trust himself to do just as he ordered. “Now…I want you to look into my eyes as we do this.”

Feliciano flushed, turned away, not sure if he could be strong enough to look into those eyes and not expect a wanting, a desire, surely something that could disrupt whatever magic they were trying to create together. It was a nervousness Ludwig easily saw, but he confused the feelings for something he thought he could easily convince him to settle.

“I’m not going to do anything to you, it’s just a better way of concentrating, of letting our magic flow with more ease,” he tried to convince, but Feliciano was still tentative, biting his lips, telling himself to just hold down any passion, any need, just magic, just only think about magic.

Thinking it could better help Feliciano, Ludwig moved closer, an arm behind him, replacing the leaning of Pookie, near enough to lay his forehead upon his if he wanted. With a gulp, Feliciano finally raised his head up, instantly locking with that deep blue, nothing but them, his expression, in the slight alighting that confirmed the beginning of magical passing between them. Their hands moved involuntarily closer, the wind there beginning to unite as their gazes, beginning their intertwining, the slight breeze that blew upward, one they created together. Closer and closer their faces inched, just as both their whirlwinds began their collide, their official mending decreed in the intense glow of their eyes, now lost in each other, and no matter what Feliciano had done to hold his emotions from this, there was something of pleasure mixed into it. To their surprise, Feliciano still maintained with that small release, their magic settling until together, in the hold of their hands, they created a larger whirlwind, fueled only with their united magic.

To be honest, neither cared over such a petty trick, their eyes were too beautiful to withstand, the feeling a heightening that they enjoyed, that they wished they could have more of, that they could truly let themselves dive in.

It was euphoric, powerful, both almost moaned to it.

The whirlwind began to grow in their carelessness, threatening. It was only when they spotted it at the edge of their eyes did they instantly stopped by letting go, letting it disappear in a rush through the camp and area, to join along with the rest of the winds of the woods, but it didn’t severe the connection they still had in their eyes.

There was no magic this time, it was not controlling their closeness, how their foreheads rested upon each other, how they could feel clearly their breaths against their lips, how Ludwig raised his free hand at the back of Feliciano’s neck, feeling the softness of his brown hair, threaded like curled silk between his fingers. Feliciano’s breath hitched, eyes began to seal, feeling as Ludwig neared, as he turned, as he readied, leaving expectations of a different kind of magic to occur between them.

Feliciano wanted that kiss, never had he thought there would come a moment in which he would desire it so much. The last time they shared in one, even if nine years ago, even as mere ten-year-olds, when their lips touched like that, there came an intense burning that spread through their bodies in raging sparks, alighting like new coming stars in a night sky, but still with gentility, softness, and simply one of the most elated feelings Feliciano had ever gone through in his life.

What he would do to go through it again, to meet their lips like that once again, to let release a promise of something strong still flaring inside them. But it halted, just like always, a reminder always reached Ludwig’s mind on time, which lessened his hold, which had him moving back, with a defeated sigh, regret heavy even in the way he stood, keeping his gaze distant, away from letting any of the lingering continue, from having Feliciano dream and believe in something that he just couldn’t let it be alive between them.

“Ludwig…” Feliciano tried to call, reaching a hand that he hoped was enough to pull him back, still wanting a chance.

“Sleep, we have to make it through the swamp tomorrow.” Without a care he turned away, into the tent, surely taking immediate sleep on his way to forgetting and annulling. No other rustling, no other movement, all lights inside the tent hushed, Ludwig went to sleep and there was no way of getting that moment back.

Feliciano heavily sighed, falling down into Pookie’s fur with obvious hurt, cuddling and embracing himself, trying not to let it affect him so much, but it did, tears edge at his eyes and he shivered as he felt the cold around him more intensely. Pookie turned to him, saddened to see him like this, wishing he could say, that he could explain, but all he could do was lean and comfort him with his own nuzzling, moving to give him more comfort, letting his wings embrace him like blankets to warm him. Pookie only wished it could also protect him from any kind of sadness, from one that was so repetitive from Ludwig.

Feliciano kept thinking that there was a chance with each new brink they met, that he could give a push that would make him his, make him show those feelings that he knew were locked inside him, but as always, Ludwig moved back before he could give that leap. The pain should have numbed by now, it should be something he was used to, but as always, the pain that rang across him was clear, feeling a new kind of betrayal each time.

His hand somehow made its way to one of his pockets, taking out the little musical chest, opening with the relaxing music, one he could focus on as he took his rest with Pookie, with the shelter of his wings, eyes closing and trying to think of only the song, only the song.

It was a melody Ludwig tried to focus on from the secureness of the tent, clear to him even with its distance, haunting him, scolding for what he did, for what he almost let happened. He couldn’t believe he was letting himself fall so easily. Did he have to continue to repeat the images in his head, torturing him into the bleakness he had to settle to survive this? Didn’t he already know what could happen to Feliciano, what was meant to happen to him?

He was getting weak, with beg, with want for an escape from this. He wanted that chance that he tossed away as heartless as he learned to be, send it all to hell and run over there to show Feliciano exactly what it was he felt for him in every detail.

No, no, no, no, he groaned, he gripped harshly to his sheets and mat. He couldn’t be so selfish, he couldn’t let Feliciano reach completely the grasp of his heart. This was for him, it was all for him, and hopefully afterwards he would understand.

The last time he felt this desire to cry was when he had first received the letter that changed the course of how his life was meant to go, but he pierced the inclination in whatever physical pain he could to not let himself succumb to such weakness.

The music, the still playing music, think of lullabies, think of children running in fields, Feliciano and him running in those fields, daydreaming a future in which the circumstances could have been different, one in which he could have been with him as he truly wanted.

#Feliciano and the King of Hearts #gerita #gerita fanfiction #gerita fanfic #gerita fic #fatkoh

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omg thank you for indulging me i’m gonna say too many things :^)

1. have you ever been in love?- i’m gonna go ahead and say yes but it’s v possible i’m just romanticizing the past and not realizing it

2. what are your favourite colours and why?- i really like maroon and navy blue bc they are dark and moody just like me. and i look cute in those colors

3. who was the last person you held hands with?- this boy named hans that i met off of tinder but that fizzled out real quick when he stopped showing any interest in hanging out with me lmao

4. what is your zodiac sign?- scorpio...............obviously

5. how many times have you read your favourite book?- i always say it’s kind of a funny story is my favorite book but i read it again recently and there are def some things in it i don’t much care for but a lot of it i identify with idk but i’ve read it 3 times i think

6. what are your favourite films?- say anything... is my #1 (I have a tattoo for it!) and i really like good will hunting, midnight in paris, short term 12, american ultra, breakfast at tiffany’s...there are so many...........

7. what kind of weather do you like?- ok i think my favorite weather is kind of humid but cool enough that i can wear my sick denim jacket but warm enough that i can still wear shorts lmao its a very particular type of weather

8. do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?- sunsets bc whomst is tryna be up that early

9. what kind of weather represents who you are as a person?- at this point i’m definitely rainy but not the pretty kind like it’s muggy and wet and the sky is more of a brownish than a gray and you keep thinking the sun is gonna come out eventually but it does not

10. what’s your favourite animal?- i like deer and foxes and that’s rooted in my childhood love for naruto which is a mess

11. what is your favourite song right now?- MMM i’m gonna say settle the scar by the hotelier bc the line “i should’ve asked if you could stay” makes me wanna kill myself and idk i’m into music like that

12. what is your favourite song of all time?- HMMMMMMMMMMMmm that’s not really an answerable question. but i’m gonna say twin size mattress by the front bottoms bc one of the lyrics are tattooed on my skin

13. do you like sunny days or rainy days better?- that really depends on my plans but i generally like rainy i think bc i’m a moody b****

14. have you ever been heartbroken? YES CURRENTLY and it’s probably the worst thing i’ve ever gone through in my life :”)

15. what does the perfect kiss feel like?- it feels soft and safe

16. what is your favourite poem?- the one that has stuck with me for a while is “o me o life” by walt whitman but i recently read “wild geese” by mary oliver and that might actually be my favorite ever

17. who are you most inspired by?- i guess my older sisters bc they are so smart and care about the world so much i wanna b like dat

18. are you spiritual?- not at all really i am way too concerned with worldly things

19. what is your favourite plant?- i like pine trees like the ones in oregon. and i just decided dogwood trees are also amazing bc of that one line in old friends by pinegrove

20. what is your favourite feeling?- i like to feel like i belong bc that is so elusive but when i am actually comfortable just being around someone that is when i am most happy

21. what is your favourite word?- “heaux” or “gal”

22. are you an artist?- i would not call myself that but i try to be artistic

23. what is your favourite flower?- i really wish i knew more about flowers but roses are pretty :’)

24. are you happy?- no!

25. what are you thinking about right now?- ok so i’m listening to from indian lakes which makes me think about boy as does everything else so that’s what i’m thinking about right now

26. what emotion do you feel most often?- uhhhhhhhhh is nostalgia an emotion? missing somebody is what i feel most often how sad amirite

27. what is your favourite season?- i

28. are you in a relationship?- no!

29. are you an introvert or extrovert?- i’m so introverted it’s problematic!

30. do you prefer the moon or the stars?- i am a stars gal for sure i get so hyped over shooting stars

31. what is your favourite scent?- i love the smell of.............boys.............by that i mean standard colognes/boy-marketed shampoos n stuff not like boy sweat

32. where do you feel most at home?- NGL i don’t feel super at home anywhere i am constantly antsy but i’ll say concerts of bands i love bc there is a sense of community unlike anything else

33. what scares you the most?- being ALONE forEVER

34. do you believe in soulmates?- i don’t think so i think you can connect with a lot of people in ur life and it’s really all just about luck not some predestined soulmate thing!

35. what is your favourite thing about yourself?- mmmmmm i like my music taste

36. what is the nicest compliment you’ve received?- i like when people say i’m sweet bc i don’t see that in myself at all but some people do which is crazy!!

37. who is your favourite music artist?- tiny moving parts :)

38. what was your first kiss like?- my first ROMANTIC kiss was an awkward rushed kiss goodnight after which i said “I’ll do better next time!!!” and shut the door real quick. it was cute tho i’m not mad about it

39. are you a sensitive person?- extremely so lmao

40. when was the last time you cried?- i think i cried real heavy 2 days ago just bc that happens to me sometimes

41. do you believe that love can last forever?- YES of course. maybe not heavy passionate love but a softer more realistic version of that

42. what do you think happens to us when we die?- nuthin tbh i think we just die

43. have you ever broken someone’s heart?- PROBABLY i can be real mean sometimes if we’re being honest with each other

44. what do you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night?- i feel like anyone who follows this blog is WELL AWARE of the answer to this question but i think about m****** w**** b**** and sometimes the fact that i have like no friends and sometimes every single one of my past mistakes

45. do you believe in aliens?- yes why on earth wouldn’t i omg

46. what is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you?- my mom let me cry on her shoulder one time that was unbelievable...and my friends threw me a surprise graduation party which made me cry a lot.....

47. do you find it hard to trust?- almost impossible

48. are you secretive?- yes probably bc of trust issues

49. what colour are your eyes?- ~hazel~

50. do you have a nickname?- my aunt calls me hannah bear but that is about it

lol THANK U for the opportunity 2 share

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silly-little-nerf-header · 8 years ago

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@katsudon-fatalexeros my writing partner

Once again the train was packed and Yuri could feel Viktor once more pressed to him." So my Russian is horrid maybe you could help me? It might make being at school here easier right?" Yuri was trying to think about other things but failing miserably

"I think I can handle that." He wrapped his arms around the smaller males waist as they stood on the train. "Our school is a melting pot, that's for sure. So many different cultures." He laid his head on Yuri's shoulder. "But known as sweet as you."

Yuri could feel the weight of the older male pressing to him and his heartbeat quickened blood rushing everywhere but to his brain. Has the train came to their stop Yuri gave a small whine saying they need to get to Yuri's place.

He arched a brow with the whine and lead them off the train. They turned in the direction of Yuri's place and Viktor smiled. "That little whine you have is rather adorable." He smiled brightly toward him with his hands in his pockets

Yuri played with his fingers as they walked along it didn't take them but a few minutes to get to Yuri's place. Opening the door to a small studio apartment."I have um tea or do you eat and drink normal food at all?

He chuckled softly. "I actually love tea." He shut the door behind him, backing his pack on the sofa. "You don't have to be nervous, Yuri. I'm as normal as everyone else." He made his way to the kitchen to watch as Yuri made them tea

How could Yuri explain that what Viktor was, wasn't why he was nervous. Yuri was nervous because this incredibly handsome guy kept pressing up against him. Moving slowly he started a kettle has he moved towards the small desk like table on the floor."

He waved his hand in the air as he started talking about the things a vampire could and couldn't have. He couldn't flat out come and tell Yuri that he wanted to be around him 24/7 probably without coming off as some creepy stalker type

They eventually went over the living arrangements and how Yuri had come to live here more about his blood condition."I have to donate quite a bit every time I go, you grow tired of the needles push into your skin. Your um..biting feels better even if it does leave some bruising."Yuri knew that they had Vampires that chose one or multiple humans even eventually marked them has their own if they were favourite enough."

He chuckled softly. "Well, we could find other areas if you don't wish for them to be there." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. Viktor was orgins for sure. He talked about how he had came here, about how his dad was gone and his mother was a nurse. How he looked like he was worth a million bucks but really wasn't. He also spoke about how he was tired of having multiple drinking partners and was trying to stop and just have one That made Yuri feel less special but he hoped not to show anything on his face. Frame moving slowly as he grabbed the tea off of the stove and sat cups in front of them pouring the liquid has he looked outside the long window." You're still ranked far better than I in the world vampires are held in high regard

He barked a laugh as he took the tea and thanked him. "Only because we kill." He took a sip as a small moan escaped his lips. "We aren't anymore special than anyone else. Now you.." He smiled at Yuri. "You are very very special."

Yuri let his head fall to the side." My parents always said I would be a prize to a vampire with the way I produce blood. It means I don't faint easy, and that they rarely have to watch how they feed on me. Though you're the first one to ever bite me

He tilted his head to the side. "Well, that's not the only reason you'd be a prize to anyone. you really would be a prize, I'd see you more as as diamond or a ruby something rare and needing protection."

Yuri was moving his body moving to slowly remove his blazer and hang it as his optics turning back to Viktor before giving a broad smile."That's sweet Viktor, but I mean I'm just me. I don't really see it."Yuri

"Well, I don't really see what's so fascinating about myself either but I seem to have groupies." He chuckled softly, taking his tea and moving to sit down on the sofa. "Maybe it's the hair. I stats always the hair."

"So what do you find interesting about me, you're the first male to over compliment my well bottom."Yuri was looking around the room clearly nervous

He barked a laugh. "Well, when I first met you, I knew you were hiding behind a mask. You were new, things were scary. You didn't know anyone. But, I knew underneath that, you were special."

"Viktor." Distracted Yuri managed to scrape against the injured palm and gave a small hiss, he didn't know what that meant at all. What Yuri wanted to know was what the older male wished from him. Palm held by the other it had been scraped open and he gave a sigh

He smiled softly as he sat his tea down and rose, moving over to the smaller male.and taking his palm in his hand. "Not the answer you wanted huh." He brought the injuries palm to his lips, kissing at it softly. "I know I want to be close to you, other then that I don't know."

Yuri felt the flush creep back and God he must seem like a damned loser, always blushing at what the other male said but he calmed himself any way. Palm still cupped in the other male's hand and he saw blood coming through the gauze

"You know, it's nothing to be ashamed of." He smiled softly, taking the gauze off his hand. "It just takes some getting use to get use to someone passing you compliments." He pressed a soft kiss to his hand. "Come. I can fix this."

Yuri followed him without question, soft footsteps as he was led away."I'm sorry if I always seem a little over eager for your bite Viktor. The truth is I prefer it to donating but it's okay I understand you have more than one."

He smiled softly. "I completely understand. And you have no reasons to apologize. It is my meal after all." He ran some warm water and softly began to clean the wound to Yuri's hand. He was as soft as he could be, not wanting to do anything that would hurt him.

"So I do taste good to you then?"Yuri knew Vampires a lot better then when he'd originally came to town also spending time with Viktor had slightly improved his Russian even if not well it was better than before. A soft smile has the palm was treated."Your fangirls don't bother me, but wouldn't it bother you if they thought you were well into guys?"

"You taste amazing." Viktor's tone was playful as he spoke. He was finished cleaning his palm before he began to dry it off, the bleeding hand stopped for now. "And I don't really care what they think. they matter nothing to me and make too much noise."

"What are your favourite places to bite, if it's only the wrist you want we could probably do that in class....though I promise I'll get better at not making any sounds if you try."Yuri was rambling again

He chuckled softly. "The wrist is only if I can't get to my other place. I like to bite on the inner thigh." He wiggled his brows slightly. "That's really my favorite place to bite."

Yuri felt his body tremble at the thought and then he thought of the people who get paid to be bitten wherever the Vampire wished. His own copper optics going up before he noticed the time." It's late Viktor won't your parents worry?" It wasn't rejection just shyness has he tried to control his breathing

He arched a brow, a cool gel.cream going on the wound as he reached for a bandage. "Nah. Mom's at work. She let's me do more or less anything I want." He smiled softly as he spoke.

"And what is it you want to do Viktor?" His words were calm the other male still leaning over his slender frame. Optics locked to sapphire hues has he tried to control how crimson he became under Viktor's gaze

He smiled softly. "Get to know you better." He slowly began to wrap the bandage around Yuri's hand, taking extra care about it. "Talking to you, being around you just seems to come natural."

Yuri nodded and gave a soft smile as he walked his way out of the bathroom and moving to grab a cookie with a smile before he laid back on his bed." So what do you wanna know He followed, grabbing a cookie himself with a smile. "We can do whatever. Homework, study, watch tv, talk." He sniffed the cookie for as moment before taking a small bite.

Yuri gave a soft smile flicking on the TV and patting the spot on his bed. Yuri was not opposed to spending time with Viktor in fact he enjoyed it quite a bit

He smiled, sitting on the bed where it was patted and sniffed the cookie once again. "What exactly is this?" He tilted his head, watching the telly.

Yuri looked down at the cookie."Chinsuko, it's a cake cookie. I made them the other day....are they funny tasting. My mom does them so better than me." Yuri let his optics drift back to Viktor palms playing with the sheets before he relaxed

"Well, I've never eaten one before." He smacked his lips together lightly. "I can only eat small bites anyway but it was good." He sat the rest of the cookie down before turning his attention to Yuri. "This must be so weird for you."

Yuri let his head fall to the side confusion placing over his features."What do you mean by that Viktor?" Palms moving over his own lap and dusting away any cookie crumbs

"Like little tastes." He smiled softly. "My main staple is blood of course. If I eat a lot of human food it can make me sick, even kill me." He smiled softly and looked at the cookie crumb dust. "What did you think I meant?"

Yuri didn't know what he had thought, Viktor had simply said it must be weird for him. Giving a warm smile he shook his head and turned his attention to the TV even though he wasn't truly watching it

He yawned softly before he laid back against the bed, he reached for Yuri's pillow and curled around it tightly, inhaling deeply. "You smell really good too."

Yuri looked back at him and gave a soft smile."You can stay the night if you want to."His room was sat up with a small mattress on the floor but it was big enough for two and Yuri didn't mind having guests it was nice to not be alone.

He smiled softly. "You're being so nice to someone you just met." He wiggled a little and took his wrist, light kisses littering the skin. "I don't think anyone had ever been this nice to me."

Yuri melted under the touch his free palm removing the gauze so he could bite again if he pleased."You've been nice to me as well, with your fan girls and personality I know you could be one of the most popular, but you still treat me with respect. I can also tell your tired, what's the worst you could do draw on my face?" Yuri teased

He barked a laugh. "I'm popular but I don't like it." He smiled softly laying Yuri's arm across his neck, feeling the beating pulse. "I just don't feel that I've done anything to be popular other than my looks and it's maddening at times." He arched a brow. "I always feel tired."

"Then perhaps you're not eating enough, are you well."Yuri placed the back of his palm to Viktor's head has if that was some to tell

He chuckled softly. "I'm well enough, I suppose for a dead creature." But his tone was playful and his words light. "I feel fine enough and we don't really get sick."

Yuri moved slightly shifting so he was laying down in a sleeping position pulling his glasses off and putting them away. Yuri gave a soft smile as he laid back against the mattress."Right. It's a habit to be concerned

He couldn't say that he didn't mind the smaller male showing his concern. It was actually rather refreshing. "Thank you. It's been a long time since anyone has." He kept his hands to himself but he couldn't stop the way that he curled in Yuri's body.

Yuri moved slowly but didn't seem to pull away from the touch, some how they became close and best friends or at least Yuri thought of the vampire as his friend.

#viktuuri #our musings #raising a bat au #yuuri katsuki #yuuri on ice #Viktor Nikiforov

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How I Avoided Sunday Scaries Last Week: A Detailed Account

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How I Avoided Sunday Scaries Last Week: A Detailed Account

This Sunday Scaries diary starts in the middle of the night…

4:30 a.m.

I wake up to Avi getting out of my bed and leaving the room. I presume he’s moving to the couch, which he occasionally does when he’s having insomnia and is nervous about waking me up. I lay awake for 30 minutes, mind turning over the previous day. When I hear him stir, I say that I’m awake too, and he joins me back in bed. We talk for the next hour about life — what’s keeping us up, what’s exciting us, getting us down — and eventually both drift off to sleep.

9:50 a.m.

I wake up to Avi’s voice: “My mom’s flight just landed.”

“What time is it?”

“9:50.”

“She’s early.”

“Yeah. I gotta go. I’ll call you.”

He pulls on his pants, kisses my check and is gone.

10 a.m.

I lay in bed and consider falling back asleep. I had a rough couple nights of sleep and have been playing catch-up. When I realize it’s not going to happen, I succumb to the blue light and check my phone. It’s dead. The memory of last night returns: My charger wasn’t plugging in properly, as if there was something stuck in the inlet. I grab my phone, my sewing kit, and make my way to the couch.

10:21 a.m.

I’ve been using various tools to dig something out of the charging port of my phone for 20 minutes. It looks like cookie dough. I’m squinting and trying to see inside. I don’t test it until I’m confident it feels clean. When I finally try the charger, it works. Hurray! Blessed be the fruit.

10:24 a.m.

I decide to make myself a smoothie bowl, which have a reputation for being snooty and expensive, but which I think might be the hidden secret of breakfast. The ones I make are cheap, healthy-ish, delicious and don’t require fresh food. Here’s how I make them:

-One frozen banana (I keep a bowl of them in my freezer at all times) -A big handful of whatever frozen berries I have on hand (usually blueberries, strawberries and raspberries) -A few glugs of almond milk (I buy cartons two at a time and they last forever) -A tablespoon of flax seeds (or chia seeds, or whatever seeds) -Blend until smooth -Top with honey, gluten-free granola, goji berries

As the blender roars, I make up a story in my head about my neighbors hating the all-too-frequent sound and having an inside joke about how much they hate me. When it’s done, I return to the couch with my bowl. I reach for the remote but stop myself and grab a book instead. I’m reading Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh.

“Reading makes me happier than TV,” I announce to an empty room, like a weirdo.

10:45 a.m.

I’m still reading Eileen. It’s good.

11 a.m.

I suddenly occurs to me, mid-page, that there were two Man Repeller stories I was supposed to finish editing on Friday but didn’t. I drag my computer to the couch and get to work on editing what will eventually become 12 Home Decor Tips I Can’t Stop Thinking About and Why “Black Girl Magic” Doesn’t Always Sit Right With Me.

11:22 a.m.

My brother Andy FaceTimes me mid-edit. He’s smooshed into his couch too. We rehash the picnic we had last night at Transmitter Park. He had to leave early and wants to know what he missed. He has a general existential fear of missing out, which always makes me laugh because I don’t know anyone who does as much fun and interesting stuff as he does.

12:35 p.m.

I finish editing and suddenly remember I’m supposed to be recording my day today for Man Repeller’s Sunday Scaries franchise. I spend the next 15 minutes documenting the above. Now I need to rush to get ready to meet up with Avi and his mom for lunch.

12:55 p.m.

I shower off but decide not to do anything with my hair as it looks fine. For my skin, I put on EasyDew Active Soothing Serum mixed with The Nue Co vitamin-C power to start, followed by Honest Beauty Nourishing Lotion, then Glossier sunscreen mixed with a drop of Drunk Elephant bronzing liquid, and finish with Glossier Cloud Paint in Haze. Then I move to my closet to get dressed.

1:19 p.m.

Omg. That took me forever and I don’t even like my outfit. I panicked! How does one dress for a day with one’s boyfriend’s mother when one has no idea what the day entails? After trying a basic dress and sandals and realizing I felt entirely unlike myself, I put on navy blue wide-leg pants I haven’t worn in a year and a black puff-sleeve shirt. I feel very whatever about this outfit but I have no further time to deliberate or I’ll be late!

1:25 p.m.

IT IS VERY HOT. Why am I wearing pants? Why am I wearing such dark colors? I’m fired.

1:42 p.m.

I arrive at Avi’s looking so hot and sweaty his mother immediately dotes on me — bringing me water, sitting me in front of the air conditioner, etc. It’s very sweet. Avi says he’s calling a car because we’re going to Jackson Heights! As they put on their shoes, I run downstairs and buy myself an iced coffee.

1:58 p.m.

Avi, his mother Rita and I are squeezed into the back of a car on our way to Queens. Rita and I are discussing how chubby Avi was as a baby. She says her doctor put him on a diet at six weeks old! Apparently he was taking down double the milk he was supposed to. This delights me to no end.

2:25 p.m.

We arrive at Sri Maha Vallabha GanaPati, a Hindu temple in Queens — said to be one of the first Hindu temples in the U.S. (Also, did you know some people call Queens one of the most diverse places on Earth? The whole neighborhood is incredible and feels completely different depending on where in the borough you are.)

We remove our shoes before entering the temple and I take note of a sign that says shorts and ripped jeans are prohibited. I’m suddenly thankful for my full-coverage outfit. Avi and I walk around looking at the shrines, leaving his mother to pray on her own. I’m struck by one of the plaques that reads: “When I study, grant me success (by means of right understanding) always.” I make a mental note; I like that definition of success.

2:53 p.m.

After we leave, we head to the temple canteen for lunch, which Avi heard serves the best Dosa in New York. The canteen is underground, looks like a cafeteria and smells delicious. We order too much food, confirm it is indeed the best dosa, and spend the meal discussing Indian politics, Avi’s mother’s argument with Avi’s father about what car to buy next, and Avi’s mother’s similarities to my mother.

4:09 p.m.

After a long lunch, we head out. Next we are going to Patel Brothers, which is the largest Indian American supermarket chain in the U.S. It’s a mile away. We decide to walk because it’s beautiful out. I’m not worried about a thing, except that my brother missed out on lunch. (He’s been talking about going to Jackson Heights for months.)

Avi and I are laughing because we can’t seem to get 10 feet without his mother stopping to identify a plant and discuss its properties. It’s very charming.

Avi: “Mom, you’re too Michigan. Have you ever walked a mile straight?”

Rita: “This is the simple life, Avi. You should learn it.”

4:28 p.m.

We arrive at Patel Brothers. I follow the two of them around like a puppy, laughing in delight as they argue about things like whether Avi needs a 50-pound bag of rice. At times I can’t tell who is trolling who.

5:04 p.m.

All done! When we walk outside, it feels like it’s going to rain, so I call us a car home. The train would take double the time, unfortunately. When it arrives, we pile in for a 40-minute ride back to Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, where we both live.

5:32 p.m.

On the drive home, I feel a vague fondness for driving on the highway. I don’t do it much. The car is lulling me to sleep. Our middle-of-the-night antics are catching up to me.

6:11 p.m.

We are home! Took much longer than expected. I immediately crank Avi’s A/C unit and put on one of his sweatshirts — I’m in the mood to be cozy. Avi puts on a Michael Bublé holiday music video as a joke to tease his mom, who he claims loves Bublé, which she denies. We pretend it’s Christmas for three minutes while Rita makes us tea.

6:40 p.m.

Tea’s up. Avi puts on Jaws for our afternoon nap time, for no discernible reason.

6:57 p.m.

Wow, the aesthetic of Jaws is amazing. The whole thing looks like it’s been run through a Huji filter, and the clothes are on point too. Avi gets up to cook, leaving me and Rita on the couch as she critiques every scene aloud, which is making me laugh.

Rita: “This is bad direction, no?”

7:47 p.m.

The light is dwindling outside. The house is filling with the smell of garlic. Tomorrow is Monday. I wish tomorrow was Sunday instead.

8:38 p.m.

I decide I would watch any movie with Rita commentary turned on.

8:45 p.m.

Jaws ends right as Avi brings us plates of food: sesame wings over rice with pickled carrots (a recipe he’s been perfecting this month that he found on Smitten Kitchen). He puts on cooking videos while we eat. He’s a good TV host — always picking random entertaining things to put on during downtime. The three of us watch a video of a person making cheesecake, and then cookies, and then a home-made iced latte. During the third one, as the guy goes to great lengths to roast his own coffee beans, Rita expresses her disapproval:

Rita: “No way.” Avi: “What ma?” Rita: “Why would you do all this? You can just buy one.” Avi: “He’s not doing it because he wants a coffee, he’s doing it because he wants to do it.” Me: “He’s stopping and smelling the roses!” Rita: “I think he needs to go to a third world country and see what’s really important.”

Fair enough.

9:17 p.m.

I wash Avi’s dishes as a thank you for cooking for us and then pack up to head home. My eyes are stinging, I think from the sunscreen I put on earlier that morning; it’s making me feel exhausted. Or maybe I’m just genuinely exhausted.

9:27 p.m.

Avi walks me to the train and waits on the platform with me until it comes. We chat and reflect on the day until the very last second, at which point I kiss him and run onto the train car. He watches me go. It’s all very old-timey.

9:41 p.m.

Hello home! Hello Bug.

10 p.m.

I put on PJs, brush my teeth and do my skincare routine right away because I know if I sit down on the couch now I’ll never get up. On my skin, I use Paula’s Choice cleansing oil to start, then Glossier face wash followed by Peach & Lilly toner, and then finish by mixing Caudalie face cream with a couple drops of Drunk Elephant face oil (I’ve been dry lately).

10:11 p.m.

I sit down on the couch and solve the Rubick’s cube on my coffee table in under three minutes, my latest party trick. Someone sent a Rubick’s cube to the Man Repeller office this summer and I took it home because I’ve always wanted to learn how to solve one. About a month ago, Avi and I decided to dedicate an entire night to learning. Hunched over a Youtube tutorial we figured it out together, and we’ve spent the last few weeks trying to beat each other’s times.

10:35 p.m.

I’m in bed now. I set my alarm for therapy tomorrow morning. I normally go on Friday mornings but I was sick last week so my therapist kindly rescheduled. I grab Eileen to read myself to sleep.

10:37 p.m.

Wait! I forgot to meditate. I open Headspace and do a five-minute session laying down, which I think is cheating. It’s a miracle I didn’t fall asleep.

10:42 p.m.

Okay, now it’s actually bedtime. Night!

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