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5secondsofmoxley · 1 year ago

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Wrestling With Feelings // Part 2

Read Part 1 here

Quick reminder, I am not a pool expert. So the beginning of this chapter is brought to you today by Google 😂

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“Did you not see how bad I am? I’m a lost cause.” She huffed.

“You just need some guidance on aiming. It’s pretty easy once you figure out your grip.” Hook quickly reset the table for a new game. Once the balls were set, he put the cue ball in position and turned to her.

“Why don’t you start? You get an advantage when you can choose whether you wanna go for stripes or solid. If you get a good hit, you might be able to knock a ball right off the bat.” Hook stepped back, motioning her to take his place and go for the break.

She stepped forward hesitantly. Giving him once last glance, she focused on the task at hand. Leaning over the table, she lined up her stick with the cue ball. Hook had to remind himself that he was helping her learn to play better, focusing his eyes on her hands and not her ass. But damn, if she didn’t look good in those shorts.

“Are you sure I should start and not watch you take the first hit?” Startled from his thoughts, he quickly looked at her face, hoping she didn’t catch where his stare was. Two drinks and I’m thinking like a horny teen? Hook thought to himself.

Pulling his mind out of the gutter, he stepped forward next to her. “Right off the bat, I can show you how to hold the cue. Are you a righty, or a lefty?”

“Depends on what I’m doing.” Hook blinked at her. She sighed before adding, “for the most part, I’m a righty.”

Baffled at her response, he chuckled. “What does that even mean?”

“It means I’m ambidextrous, but for most things, like writing and such, I use my right hand. I can write with my left but it’s smoother with my right. But, I’m backwards when playing hockey, I was told I held the stick like a lefty. And I carry purses on my left arm. I don’t know, Tyler, I’m just weird like that. I walk my own path.” Ignoring the fluttering in his chest from hearing her say his name for what he’s pretty sure is the first time ever, he lets out a hearty laugh. He couldn’t help but find her nervous rambling absolutely adorable.

“Okay then. So, assuming that to play pool your right arm is dominant, you want to use that to aim. Your right hand is going to grip the back end of the stick. Use your left hand for the bridge. It’s basically just your leverage to hit the cue ball. Your right hand is doing all the work to aim and push.” Tyler leaned over, showing her what he meant as he explained it. “I’m going to break, but I’ll let you take the first shot after. Next round, you’ll break.”

“And that means?” She asked sheepishly.

“It just means you’re breaking the rack. Making the first hit after the balls are set in the triangle piece.”

“Oh, makes sense.”

Tyler smiled, shaking his head before making the first shot. Once all the balls stopped, he looked to her expectedly.

“Okay, I’m going now I guess.” She stepped to the table again before looking back at Hook. “Um, which am I going for?”

“Doesn’t matter, choose whichever you think you might be able to knock into a pocket right away.” He watched her as she walked around the table, carefully inspecting her options. He could see the gears in her head turning, but when he caught sight of her best shot, he guided her in the right direction.

“Come over here.” He motioned her to follow him to the side of the table. “This solid blue is your best shot. If you hit it at the right angle, and just the right amount of force, you have almost a clear shot into the pocket.”

“Tyler,” there’s that fluttering again, “I really think you have too much faith in me.”

“Lean in for your shot, and I’ll fix your form.”

She wiped a hand down her face, staring down her so called “best shot.” Leaning over the table, she took what she had thought was the correct stance.

Tyler hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was appropriate to lean over her and move her into better form. He couldn’t figure out a way to explain it to her that she’d understand. So, he convinced himself that she’d tell him if she wasn’t comfortable, before going in for the kill.

He took a breath before stepping next to her, and wrapping his right hand around hers. He gently twisted her hand, making it more comfortable for her and giving her a better grip. Moving his left hand forward, he fiddled with her fingers for a second to make her a better bridge. His eyes flickered to her face for a second, just in time to catch her eyes flicking back up to his from his mouth.

Holding eye contact with her, everyone else in the room disappeared. All the noise was drowned out, and suddenly it was just the two of them. Tyler couldn’t hear a thing besides his own heart pounding out of his chest. He wondered if she could feel it as he caught her just slightly pressing her back more into his chest.

And in his normal awkward fashion, instead of making a move, he helped with hers.

“Pull your right hand back, and just slide it forward with enough energy to hit the ball straight to the pocket.” He pulled his hand back, and since it was still firmly wrapped around hers, he gave her the perfect shot. The cue ball made contact with the solid blue ball and knocked it right into the corner pocket.

She turned her head just in time to catch the ball falling down the picket. Squealing excitement, she grinned at Tyler. “That’s the first time I’ve ever gotten the first shot! I mean, you did all the work, but it counts right?”

He laughed at that. “Yeah, ready to go for another?”

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“I can’t believe I actually won! Twice!” Tyler smiled at his feet, not having the heart to tell her he let her win one game. He wasn’t entirely sure she understood that she only won because he “accidentally” knocked the 8 ball into the pocket before his final striped ball. He was proud of the fact that she did legitimately win that second time. Hook was surprised how fast she picked up pool once she knew the proper way to hold the cue.

They had played 3 games total. She really got into playing after that initial game where he taught her how to play. He would’ve let her win that game, but he knew it would’ve been too obvious since she missed every shot he didn’t help her with.

“And you said you were a lost cause.”

“I would’ve been without you.” He swore she could hear how loud his heart was beating. They were walking shoulder to shoulder back to their hotel. Sometime during their second game, Danhausen had gone over to them seeing if they were ready to go. Hook was exhausted, but when he saw the look on her face, he decided he’d stay as long as she wanted to. So, Danhausen had left without them, promising to take their luggage back and not take anymore of Hook’s chip stash.

Tyler smiled at her, not knowing how to respond. Tonight had been amazing. Though most of their focus had been on playing, they really got lost in their conversations. He didn’t think he’d spoken to anyone nearly as much as he had with her during those few blissful hours.

A gentle nudge broke him out of his thoughts. “Give me your phone.”

Confused at the demand, but not worried too much about it, Hook handed over his phone without a word. He watched as she tried to get into it, but was locked out by Face ID.

“Unlock it, dummy.”

Hook snorted at the insult, but again, obliged without question. He watched silently as she opened his texts, and started a new conversation. After a few seconds, she handed him back his phone. Looking at the screen, he sees a simple “hi” text sent to an unsaved number. Hook looked back at her, just barely catching her creating a new contact on her own phone. She glanced at him after feeling his stare.

“I needed your number so we can set up that pool game to kick Adam’s ass. I’m no expert, but you seem pretty good at pool. And if I beat you twice, imagine how we’re going to crush Cole.” She smirked, getting a good laugh out of Tyler.

“You’re hell bent on beating him, aren’t you?” He chuckled.

“You don’t even know how many times Adam has destroyed me. This vendetta has been long brewing but now, you actually gave me a good fighting shot. Especially with you as my tag partner.” She nudged him again.

Nudging her back, he looked up just in time to notice them approaching the front doors of their hotel. Trying not to be too obvious, he took a couple big strides to reach the door in order to open it for her. She offered him a soft smile as she quietly thanked him. Looking at the ground for a second, she glanced back at him with a smirk. “Glad to see chivalry is thriving with you.”

Stepping in behind her, he hoped she didn’t catch the flush of his cheeks. He couldn’t remember a time a girl made him blush like she could. Hook tried to think of something that could return the favor and maybe even surprise her.

“Well, chivalry is just one of my many charms. Care for a knight in shining armor to sweep you off your feet?" Acting fast and with the help of the alcohol still in his system from earlier, he wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other under her knees to pick her up bridal style.

Gasping out a laugh, she quickly wrapped both arms around his shoulders as if afraid he’d drop her. “Tyler!” She giggled.

A few heads of the staff working through the night turned their way, but Tyler’s focus was fully on her. He couldn’t care less of who was watching them. He carried her to the elevator, managing to hit the up arrow without having to maneuver her much.

Stepping in once the doors opened, he looked down at her bright, smiling face. “What floor, milady?”

She shook her head, still laughing at the cold hearted handsome devil’s surprising silliness. “Third floor.”

Hook couldn’t help but smile to himself. “Same here.” He couldn’t thank the universe enough.

It was a short walk from the elevator to her room. He begrudgingly put her down, before asking her an important question. “Doesn’t Danhausen have your stuff still?”

“Nah, he brought it up to Kris. He knew we were staying together.” She stated, digging through her bag for her room key.

Tyler ran a hand through his hair, not sure what more to say. He wanted to say goodnight, but he also wanted to do something to guarantee they’d hang out again. He thought quick on his feet, before coming up with what he thought was the perfect excuse.

“Wanna grab breakfast in the morning? You know, for team bonding.”

A smile took over her face again. She shook her head, chuckling to herself. “Just for team bonding?”

“And for the most important meal of the day, yeah.” He played it cool, but he was almost positive she seemed to deflate just a little bit. He swore her smile dimmed for a split second. He cursed himself for that one.

“As long as you let me sleep till at least 11, and there’s coffee, I won’t say no to that.”

“Sounds good to me.” Tyler went to walk away, before she quickly laid her hand on his arm. He turned back to her, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Goodnight, Ty.” She kissed his cheek, shuffling into her room without giving him a chance to respond. He thanked the heavens she did though, he was sure there was no way she could’ve caught him blushing for the millionth time tonight.

Danhausen’s right, he thought to himself, touching a hand to where her lips touched, I do have it bad.

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moonferry · 4 months ago

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what's that? fsioy chapter 9 you say? preposterous!

omg hi guys i finished this chapter teehee. as much as i hate to say it, this is the last "good" chapter until kent gets back. shit is going to hit the fan and its going to hit HARD. so .. prepare yourselves. enjoy this softer one because ive had this idea since i created danny.

warnings: none!

word count: 2831

summary: it's been three months since kent's enlistment and he's adjusting to life overseas pretty easily. he recounts his "first day" and then has a heart to heart with a friend to cope with homesickness.

ao3 link: here

other chapters: chapter masterlist

July 19XX, Soldier’s Quarters – Middle Of The War

It had been three months since Kent arrived. He had managed to survive basic training and was appointed to border patrol. However, with Danny pulling some strings, Kent was soon moved onto the survey corps with his two friends - Danny and Lee. Getting used to the rigid structure certainly took some time, but he found his body was adjusting quite nicely. Kent noticed his body began to wake before the 4 a.m. wake up call. He used these 15 or so minutes to relax, simply taking a moment of quiet to himself. Other times, he would spend his spare moments writing down the events that took place and drafting letters to Jodi.

However, he could never forget his first “actual” day: Kent, who had been previously accustomed to waking up at 7 in the morning, was quite surprised when the morning bugle horn sounded at the heinous hour of 4 in the morning. He was even more confused that the general in charge of his cabin referred to it as “‘oh-four hundred hours”. He groggily pushed himself into a sitting position, looking around and noticing several other recruits appearing just as confused as he was. The older soldiers appeared used to it and immediately sprang into action, practically leaping from their bunks and beginning their daily tasks.

“C’mon, Kent,” A familiar voice called from the bunk beneath him. Kent looked around and tried to determine who was speaking. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and allowed them to focus on Lee, who was already grabbing a spare uniform and tossing it in Kent’s direction. “We’re going to be late,” Lee grumbled, jumping as he struggled to get his pants leg over his socked foot.

Kent scooped up the garment and inspected it: it was pretty basic, just a simple drab, olive green uniform. There was a small patch on the side that read “cadet” followed by a blank space. Kent assumed that his name would likely take that spot once he received his official uniforms. The garment appeared slightly faded and had a musk to it - as if it was either extremely old or had been worn by various people before him. Neither option particularly appealed to Kent.

“Seriously, dude,” Lee called once again, causing Kent to shake out of his stupor and glance over at his friend, “Danny will kill me if we’re late. He hates it when people are late - and I’m always late.”

Now that Lee mentioned it, Kent hadn’t noticed Danny amongst the bustle of people in the cabin. Maybe he got an early start? Kent shook his head once again, clearing the thoughts, before hopping down from his bunk. He glanced around nervously, noticing everyone else seemed to have no qualms about changing in a room full of people. Kent wasn’t exactly self conscious, but he wasn’t exactly eager to strip down in front of strangers, either. He glanced at Lee once again, who was giving him an impatient look, and sighed. He would have to manage. Kent undressed quickly, slipping the uniform on almost as fast, and followed Lee towards the cabin door.

“Where are we even going?” Kent asked, looking around as he followed behind Lee. The two walked away from the cabins, deeper into the woods. There was a small gathering of people - surrounding a stage of sorts - and Kent wondered what was happening.

“Initiation, man. You and the other recruits need to learn how things work,” Lee explained. He continued walking towards the crowd - which was only illuminated by a few torches surrounding the stage. It was still quite dark, the sun just barely beginning to peak out from the horizon.

The two approached a lanky, dark haired figure. Kent squinted as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and soon realized it was Danny. However, Danny seemed to have a small frown spread across his features and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Seriously?” Danny grumbled, glancing at Lee in an accusatory fashion - though Kent noticed there was no malice behind his eyes. He shook his head and let out a small sigh, “Late again. As usual, Lee.”

“Hey!” Lee protested, his own frown forming. He pointed at Kent before adding, “Blame him. Kent’s the one who was starin’ into space for ten minutes..” Lee grumbled more to himself, though he moved and took his spot next to Danny.

Danny rolled his eyes, though the corners of his mouth quirked up - forming into a small smile. “I’m only joking, man,” He spoke, giving Lee a playful punch to the shoulder before adding, “Besides, you’re early - compared to your usual standards, anyway.”

“Dan-nyy,” Lee whined, elongating Danny’s name as his frown deepened. Kent looked between the two, briefly raising his eyebrows as he watched the interaction. He might’ve been imagining it, and it was hard to tell (given the low light of the early morning) but Kent also noticed a light dusting of pink covering Danny’s cheeks and his eyes briefly lingering on Lee as he spoke Danny’s name.

“What do I need to do?” Kent asked, gaining the attention of his friends. He noticed a few folding chairs were spread out across a nearby patch of grass and motioned to them. He turned back to his friends and asked, “Do I need to… sit down or something?”

This caused both his friends to erupt in a fit of laughter, Lee reaching to grab Danny’s shoulder to keep himself from toppling over. Kent’s face contorted in confusion. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at both of them. What was so funny all of a sudden? Did he tell a joke without realizing it?

“What’s so funny?” Kent asked, his confusion growing even further as the laughter continued. He added, “Was it something I said?”

Lee was the first to compose himself - if you could call it that. Truthfully, he could barely manage to speak two words without laughing even harder. He gripped his sides and shook his head. Glancing up at Kent, he finally spoke, “You’re too funny, Kent. That was a great joke.”

Kent quickly found out what was “so funny”. A rush of thirty or forty cadets crammed into the once vast clearing, quickly filling up the space. However, the seats still remained empty as the cadets formed neat lines behind them. Kent glanced over at his friends, though they had already begun walking towards their respective spots. He yelped before quickly following, taking an open spot at the end of the line.

The ceremony was quite boring and tediously long (lasting roughly an hour and thirty minutes). Kent almost dozed off several times and had to pinch himself to stay awake. He was also pretty sure he only retained half of what was being said, but he managed to get through it. After the ceremony, Kent was given some personalized uniforms (thankfully, the borrowed one was starting to itch) and learned his schedule.

He spent his first week flailing and desperately trying to keep up with the harsh training regime, but soon got the hang of it. He even started developing a small amount of muscle (which he was grateful for, as it helped him adjust to the training even better. Kent couldn’t count the times he had groggily walked back to the cabin and promptly passed out - more often using Lee’s bed instead of his own because he was too fatigued to climb the rickety ladder.)

That was back in April. Now, three months later, Kent no longer felt exhausted by the daily tasks and even found himself looking forward to his duties. They seemed to get easier as the days passed and he was thankful to have some structure to his days.

One morning, Kent had woken early - as was becoming his usual - and began writing another letter to Jodi. Being away from her for these months was starting to take a toll on him (and he found some nights he was only able to sleep with her hair tie cradled next to his chest). He missed her deeply. Plus, he was curious how things were back in the city. So, he busied himself by attempting to write his thoughts down. However, he noticed the sound of distant footsteps.

Kent’s curiosity seemed to get the better of him. Who else would be awake at this hour? Usually, it was just Kent and the early morning patrolman - whose footsteps Kent would recognize anywhere. These footsteps seemed different, almost panicked.

Kent placed down his notepad and carefully descended from his top bunk. He glanced around, making sure he hadn’t accidentally woken anyone, before silently creeping down the hallway - following the direction of the footsteps. Kent wasn’t sure what he expected to find, so he prepared for the worst.

Bracing himself, he rounded the corner and entered the cabin’s common area. A look of surprise washed over Kent’s face as he looked at the figure standing in front of him.

“Danny?” He asked, carefully approaching the other person.

“Yoba, you scared me,” Danny replied, grabbing his chest - likely to ease his racing heart.

“What are you doing awake?” Kent asked once again, tilting his head in confusion. “I’m usually the only one up at this time..” He continued, his brows furrowing together.

Danny shrugged, though he looked a bit embarrassed. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before speaking, “I usually try to leave early.. It’s.. um… awkward seeing everyone change, you know?”

Kent nodded. He understood that feeling all too well. That was part of the reason he enjoyed the moments before everyone woke up - everything seemed easier to deal with, and it was far less awkward.

“Hey, Kent?” Danny asked, nervously fidgeting with his collar as he waited for a response.

“Yeah? What’s up?” Kent responded. He walked over to Danny’s side of the room and leaned against the arm of a nearby couch, turning to give Danny his full attention.

“You’re from the city, right?” Danny questioned, moving to sit next to Kent on the couch - except on the actual cushion, not the arm.

Kent nodded once again. He wanted to talk to Danny about that, anyway. He knew Danny was from the city (and that he was Jodi’s brother) but couldn’t seem to find the right time or place to bring it up.

“How were things… when you left, I mean,” Danny asked, a small embarrassed look crossing over his face.

“Fine, I guess?” Kent answered, shrugging. There wasn’t much to say: it was pretty much the same as he’s always known it. Kent wasn’t paying much attention to the city itself, anyway. He was too busy being enamored by Jodi. He was curious as to why Danny was bringing this up, so he spoke again, “Why do you ask, anyway?”

“My sister sends me letters sometimes,” Danny explained. He let out a small sigh and spoke sadly, “I miss the city. I miss my family.”

Kent nodded. He understood that, too. The city was the only home he’s ever known. He’s never been away from it for this long, either. His chest felt heavy as a large wave of homesickness washed over him.

“Me too,” Kent confided, a small, sad smile spreading across his lips.

“I feel like I’ve missed so much over the last year,” Danny said, the sadness still present in his voice. He looked at Kent, a regretful look covering his face as he spoke once again, “My little sister got married and I wasn’t there. What kind of brother doesn’t go to his sister’s wedding?”

A guilty look crossed Kent’s face. He glanced down at the hair tie on his wrist before looking back at Danny. He hesitated, wondering if he should really do this, before asking, “Did she say to who? Or tell you his name..?”

Danny shook his head. “No. All she said was that I’d ‘meet him soon’,” He grumbled, a frustrated pout forming over his lips.

After a while, Danny looked back at Kent and his eyes seemed to light up, as if he’d just remembered something and it gave him an idea.

“Kent, you were in the city a few months ago, right?” Danny asked, reaching over to grab Kent’s arm hopefully.

“Yes..” Kent answered. He gulped as he looked at Danny’s hopeful face.

“So, you could tell me who my sister married, right?” Danny piped up. He looked at Kent once again, practically bouncing with hopefulness before adding, “Did you hear anything about weddings before you left? Maybe one including a ‘Jodi Smith’?”

“Danny..” Kent started, pursing his lips together. He looked at Danny’s hopeful face and felt even guiltier. Kent sighed, deciding he didn’t want to lie to Danny - he was his friend, after all, so he nodded.

“Great!” Danny spoke, gripping Kent’s arm even tighter with excitement, “Can you tell me who it was?”

Kent thought for a moment. This was definitely not how he expected his morning to turn out. He hadn’t planned on being interrogated. Plus, Kent didn’t know how Danny would react. Kent’s lips formed a thin line as he continued hesitating. Eventually, he gulped before speaking softly, “It was me.”

“What?”

“It was me, Danny,” Kent confirmed, speaking a bit louder. He reached beneath his shirt, untucking the small chain that held his wedding ring (Kent elected to wear the ring on a necklace rather than his hand to avoid losing it) before holding it up for Danny to see. He spoke once again, “I’m married to your sister.”

“Oh,” Danny spoke, his face remaining expressionless. He looked away from Kent and went silent, immersing himself in his thoughts. After a few minutes of awkward silence between the two, Kent began trying to apologize, but he was quickly cut off.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Danny asked, a small amount of hurt coating his words. He looked back at Kent and his expression seemed to droop.

“I could never find the right time,” Kent admitted. He released a small sigh before placing a gentle hand on Danny’s shoulder, “But I always wanted to tell you. I tried… several times.”

Danny nodded, though he seemed to be mulling over Kent’s words. He looked at Kent, his top lip curving upward in anger. His eyes flashed with a small fire and Kent gulped. He knew Jodi’s brothers were protective of her, but he hoped that it wouldn’t matter - he never imagined he would run into (let alone become friends with) one of them. Kent tensed as he waited Danny’s next words, bracing for the worst. Instead, Danny simply asked.

“Do you love her?”

Kent nodded, reaching up and clasping his fingers around his wedding ring. A small, content smile forming on his lips. He looked back at Danny, nodding once again before saying, “More than anything.”

Danny seemed content with this answer, all his previous anger leaving his body. Kent relaxed, exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“What about you, Danny?” Kent asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked the other up and down, “Have you ever been in love?”

Danny’s face heated up at the question. He sputtered, embarrassed. However, he glanced longingly at the room to his left. Kent smiled to himself before placing a gentle, reassuring pat on the back of Danny’s shoulder.

“You should tell him.”

“What..?” Danny asked, more embarrassment creeping into his features.

“I see how you look at him, you know,” Kent spoke, looking up at his friend once again. He smiled once again, pulling Danny close and playfully ruffling his hair. “It’s the same way I look at my wife, man,” He teased.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about..” Danny denied, gently pushing himself away from Kent’s teasing.

“Come on, Dan,” Kent spoke once again, giving his friend a knowing look. He shook his head lightly, a playful smile crossing his lips as he continued, “You can’t fool me. I know you like him.”

“Fine,” Danny conceded, rolling his eyes and giving Kent a playful shove. His cheeks warmed once again and he smiled to himself before adding, “Maybe I do. But it doesn’t matter, anyway.. Lee isn’t.. He wouldn’t…like me.”

Kent frowned slightly. He moved and placed a reassuring hand on Danny’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. He glanced up at him, a look of determination crossing his features, before speaking, “You’ll never know unless you try, Danny.”

“Besides, you’ll always regret it if you don’t.”

Danny nodded. He thought about Kent’s words, a wide smile forming on his lips. Danny reached over and pulled Kent into a tight, brotherly hug.

“Thanks, Kent. That means a lot,” Danny spoke once he pulled away from the hug, his mood seeming much brighter than before. He thought for a moment more and determination seemed to wash over him. He held a firm fist in front of himself and nodded, “I’ll talk to him later today.”

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cidthesquid · 2 months ago

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Styling in September! | Style Savvy : Styling Star #07

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Alright, well after that fairly extended break, we're finally back! (I started writing this in early September, and liked the fun name)

Irl stuffs haven't fully cleared up yet, but at least it's now trending in a more positive direction. So this post may be a bit on the light side.

Alright, so according to my last post, it looks like the last thing we did was uncover Yolanda's backstory. We'll I don't think we managed to sell anything last time because of all the story, so lets fix that. I started the day by stocking up on some new items:

I spent a little time shopping and taking screenshots so the day's almost over, The only person in the shop today is abigail, so let's see if we can help her find something nice:

And after a brief introduction, it looks like this actually an event:

And wow, again with the wild response options, haha. She asks how bisnuess is going, and comments how much the boutique has changed since we took over, and not just that. How the whole town has been a bit more lively than usual, she also mentions all the new shops that opened, and how multiple shop keepers around here arn't exactly great at comedy:

After that, I actually reset the game, to try to get a better screenshot of the next customer, and ended up running into Rosie again:(litearly)

(I guess some of these events can trigger semi-randomly) She thanks us for the outfit we made for her, and asks to speak with us about the audition:

And looks like it went well:

she mentions that the componay president even complement her personally! Mentioning that while she seemed a little tense, he enjoyed the energy she presented along with her outfit choice! And she thanks us for helping and gives us a gift.

And this events ends the day:

And its at this point that I'm starting to realize that, with how story focused and fairly linear Styling Star is, I feel like with a lot of these posts, a lot of my time and energy is just going to summarizing and recapping the plot. I feel like that means it's becoming kind of an inconvenient recap, rather than getting my through on the actual experience. I think this format was much better suited to the previous games, where everything felt more 'new' and there was more to explore. So I'm not really sure if the current format will really benefit anyone. I still really enjoy this game, and I'm not planning to stop posting, But future post for this game will likely look noticeably different. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alright new day, and back to the shop, Niamh shows up:

And you know that that means! Time to pick a new brand! This time it's between 'Soy' and 'Marble Lilly', This is a bit of a tough one, neither really tops my list of favorites. I feel like Soy is a bit more versatile when it comes to combining with other styles. But they also stand out a lot, so I generally fee shoehorned in to making them the centerpiece, Marble Lilly on the other-hand is great for combining with other 'cute' styles, and is a great way to add a little extra flair, but it can at times feel a little too restrictive to that style. So I can sometimes feel backed into a corner with both, I think generally I have a slight preference for 'soy' but I'll go with marble Lilly this time, just because I already have both stage dive, AZ-USA, and ravel candle, that's a lot of dark colors (even if it's mostly black) The only 'cute' brand I have is marzipan sky, so I feel like marble Lilly will make for a good addition. Next Yolanda shows up:

It looks like she got lost while exploring the city, and just ended up here. She's also been having a hard time getting away from Fortman recently. (her bodyguard) She also points out that out shop is very small and cute, just happening to mention how it compares to the size of her own wardrobe, XD

She also mentions that this is her first time clothing shopping alone, and asks for our help:

She asks for an outfit for a singing contest, that's said to be part of an upcoming music festival. The winner of this contest will be given the chance to go pro. And it's with this information that she also reveals that, she really want to enter, so she can test her singing skills. So to do this she requests that we pick her out a feminine style outfit to wear on stage. --- I fell like this would have been the perfect chance to explain 'why' she has an interest in singing, but maybe that will be saved for later.. But any ways, here's the outfit I came up with:

I tried to best match here current limited color palette while still giving a bit more of an elegant edge. I'm not too keen on the shoes, but these are the only thing I had in black outside of thigh-highs, and I think that may have been a bit too much. I wish I had more headgear options as well, I could head out and shop for more, but I think it's good enough for now...

And yeah, I think it turned out a little better than I expected! The mentions that with the help we provided supplying her an outfit, she's already feeling a little better about the event. And then she adds that she's always wanted to be a singer, just like her idol:

she wants to sing just like her and touch people's hearts, And she feels like this contest is her first step towards that. And that she'll be entering this contest in secret, even using a stage name. "Lady Moon" based on her surname. After this decision is made, fortman shows up, and they have to leave

(though he does suspect that she's up to something) --- Also in the shop we get to talk with Jo again! it's been a while since her last event:

She also needs our help deciding on an outfit to wear to impress her brother during the upcoming business meeting.

It seems that she may have been looking for something in a more feminine style,

Were then reminded that here brother has a preference for the baby doll style, I guess it's a good thing we decided to go with Marble Lilly! (I completely forgot about that) But Archie also reminds me that 'Raven Candle' also technically has options in this style as well, Maybe I'll be able to make a fun combination of the two! So I ask Jo to hold on for a bit, but for some reason she still leave the store. I guess she'll be back tomorrow. (or she's at the end of the queue line?)

Anyways, Marblie Lilly won't be open till tomorrow anyways, So I just stock up on a few items that I think will match well.

It looks like there's an event at the bakery, so I think I'll finish off with that.

It's Alina again, it looks like she's meeting up with Michel again.

She ask for... SEVEN baguettes?

He asks if she has a large family, but apparently she eats them alone, one full baguette every single day? She mentions that a TV show she's been watching is having a marathon, so I guess she does not want to have to stop by the stand each day and risk missing it.

This causes michel to make a joke about the series name, "it's always night in space" ....and once again Alina is NOT having it.

We learn a bit more about the series, and it sound like she's describing a gundam-like series, that's pretty neat:

And Michel is.. Completely lost,. but still gives her the bread.

Afterwards We're given a little more detail on Ailna's character. Michel recognizes her from somewhere, thinking she may be a star from 'mewtube' there's a second part to this event, but I've run out of images, so we'll stop here. Thank you all for reading, and sorry for the super long wait, This post series will look different from here on out, But it will continue, and I'll keep adding my own thoughts as well!

----- As always, all comments, questions, and suggestions are welcome! (I'm also looking for feedback on this new style, how's the formatting?)

You literally can't bother me, (unless you go out of your way to be a jerk), so post whatever you need to say!

#syn sophia #fashion game #style savvy #style boutique #3ds #new style boutique #stylesavvy #nintendo #styling star #nsb3

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clumsiestgiantess · 9 months ago

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Day 21; write a new chapter to an old story!

It’s FINALLY time for the second part of The Disappearing Cabin!

(I don’t have the whole chapter ready yet, but I do have a preview of it)

My mouth hung open in too much shock to even be upset about my new height. Silently, I reached over and grabbed a tree branch to examine, threading the now incredibly tiny leaves between my fingers. I just kept staring, not quite able to grasp what had happened to me. “Daniella?” In a slow turn, I faced Rey. He stepped closer and I took a large step back. Confusion fell over his features and he stopped. “Are you ok?” “Do I look ok?” I asked, still dazed, but growing angrier by the minute. “Why does the world have a grudge against me? Every time I think I’ve solved a problem, it gets screwed up again! I- I can’t even get in the car! Nevermind the town or back home! This is worse than when I was small!”

“A- Alright, it’s ok Dani,” he told me gently, lifting his hands up innocently, “We can figure this out together.” “We did! We just did! I was at my own size again and now it’s gone!” I sobbed, stumbling backwards. “Look at you, you’re so small! No, no I’m huge! And now I can’t reverse it because this was our last resort!” Rey shook his head forcefully, again trying to come closer. Again, I stepped back. “There has to be a way!” “Why?” I challenged. “Why shouldn’t there be a way? If there’s a way for this to happen, and a way to make this entire cabin disappear, then why shouldn’t there be an option for you to shrink back down again?”

My panic dwindled for a moment. What Rey said made sense in a sort of nonsense way. Logically, if the place where the real cabin used to be can grow me, then… “Oh no.” Rey halted in his tracks as I looked up again. He’d been quietly trying to get closer to me while I thought. “What?” If this place is where I can grow, the other cabin is where I need to go to shrink. “I’d have to go back to the miniature cabin,” I told him numbly. “I- I think it would shrink me.” “Good, then let’s-” “I can’t get there.” Rey faltered, realizing it would be an impossible journey for me at my new size. “Well, maybe I can get it for you and bring it back? Where is it?”

A teary wheezing breath dragged itself out of my throat. My eyes began watering again. “I don’t know. It’s a- about an hour away from the boardwalk where you found me, I think.” “In which direction?” “I don’t know! I was rarely ever let out of whatever apartment I was in! I know what the view looked like from the window, but I don’t know what city it was!” Rey reached forward to try to comfort me and I stepped back again, tripping over a few gnarly bushes and falling over backwards on the ground. The impact shook handfuls of pinecones loose from the evergreens around me. They rained down as I shielded my face from them and from Rey, who rushed towards me.

He got within a foot of me before I lept upward away from him. “WOULD YOU QUIT IT?! Just leave me alone! Stop trying to fix things that can’t be fixed!” I fled the clearing and the road, tearing a path through the trees and underbrush as I ran. My insides churned awfully. When I yelled at him, Rey had scrambled away from me in shock and fear. My shadow had completely engulfed him as I stood.

What do I do? What’s going to happen to me? Everyone who sees me will be scared! Where will I go? I don’t fit anywhere anymore! At least when I was small I still had places where I fit — Rey’s pocket, the little bed he’d made on the nightstand, even the miniature before it broke! Now there’s nothing! Nothing!

I kept running; there wasn’t a thing in my path that could slow me down. Even accidentally hitting trees just caused them to topple over, and left me with only a few scratches. The scratches added up over time, though. Winded and cut up, I fell to my knees only to flinch at the pain caused by pressing my open cuts to the earth. Rolling onto my side, which wasn’t as badly cut, I finally let my tears fall. Happiness and calm seemed like such scarce things to come by ever since I walked into that damn cabin. I don’t know how long I sat there and sobbed for. It felt like Casey’s place all over again. I was helpless to do anything for myself no matter what happened to me.

A branch snapped behind me and I quickly sat up, frightened it might be a bear or mountain lion or hunter with a gun. It was Rey. I flopped back to the ground, relieved it wasn’t anything else yet angry that he was seeing me like this. He walked around to my face and I slowly sat up, knowing he’d probably want to talk. Even sitting on the ground I was a foot or so taller than him. With my head bowed, I didn’t even realize what he actually intended to do.

Hands so small they barely stretched over the length of my cheeks gently brushed against my face, guiding my head up slightly until we locked eyes with one another. “Rey, I-” His lips caressed my face before I could finish. “Don’t say anything,” he told me quietly, breath hot on my skin. His chest was still heaving — winded after running all the way here to catch up with me. “I’m going to help you, Daniella, whether you believe I can or not.” A tear or two managed to slide down my face as he spoke. “Of course I believe in you!” my voice came out whispery and thin. “Just.. not me.”

Another kiss, this time to my forehead, caused my heart to skip a beat. “I believe in you.” A shuddering breath wracked my lungs as he stepped closer and pulled as much of me to himself as he could. My eyes squeeze closed as more tears leaked out of them. Rey doesn’t let go of me until they stop. When they finally do, he releases me gently, and I take a moment to calm down and clean my face. We can figure this out together. I’ll stare at every map website until I find the streets I saw before. Vaguely, I feel the ground shift beneath me, but I don’t think anything of it until my bleary eyes open again and I’m sitting on the ground below Rey — his face a mixture of confused shock.

I’m.. my own height? I’m my own height! Jumping up from the ground, I hug Rey tightly as he laughs in surprise. “I’m back! I don’t know what happened! Maybe your kisses are magic; but whatever it is, I’m just glad it’s over!” He holds me tightly so I don’t collapse in relief. “You had me scared there!” he gasps, “Your trail of damage could’ve led anyone to you!” Frightening images of people with guns or traps following my trail as I flee from them flashed through my mind. In seconds, I’m no longer holding Rey.

I gasp as I fall to the ground. “Oof! What the-?” I’m cut off by a muffled noise and flinch as I feel something squirm beneath me. I haul myself onto my knees and gasp. Rey lays on the ground where I fell, a foot and a half long.

#oh yeah it’s sizeshifter time #hopefully it won’t be TOO long until I post the whole thing…#the long-awaited cliffhanger gets an addition that ends in another cliffhanger lol #g/t #giant/tiny #GtWAC

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yujinniw · 1 year ago

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MIDNIGHT RAIN — KTR | 03-perfect image

2:11 am, it was cold and rainy surprisingly in the summer. I felt everything crushing down on me. If it was work, family, scandals? It was just too much, I and lots of others are not machines, we cannot do everything perfectly like they want us to. But the only thing I can do is smile and act as if nothing has ever happened, Even if I try there will be so many shits that I don't want other's to handle because of me.

So here I am, finding it amusing how such a big tourist attraction could feel so empty for once. But damn FOR ONCE MAN thank you rain! It was nice taking all that fresh air in, feeling the warm breeze hitting my skin was not too fun but hey it is the summer, unless you live in the UK or something.

I was just minding my own business until, I saw this dude coming closer to where I was. His hair was messy, kinda looked like he just got up from a nightmare, Yikes. But I couldn't see his face, he was wearing a mask. '....masks of course, the people with the hottest hair always wear a mask.' I thought to myself 'How am I supposed to know if you're really hot or not..'

'Should I go talk to him?' 'No chae miyeon, privacy.' I slapped myself to reality. But I think it was kinda too loud considering how he suddenly turned his head my direction. 'great. JUST GREAT.' All those thoughts were gone as soon as I heard a tired voice saying; "Are you okay?" I tilted my head up to looked at him 'SHIT. what am I supposed to reply with. Yea yea I'm fine, no you looked like you fell down from heaven itself. okay.... why was that even an option.'

"Yea, just thought there was a mosquito." WOW such a great answer congratulations. He just nodded before sitting down beside me 'FUCK HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ACT MORE NORMAL NOW YOU'RE NEXT TO ME.' hold up. act I can act FOR FUCK SAKES.

"Why are you awake and up here so late." He asked me before I could... "Just needed some fresh air. what about you?" "Needed to clear my mind." same bitch, same. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" He asked, which caught me off guard "Oh I do mind." WHAT THE HECK! NO NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!! "Oh... sorry then" he responded while scratching the nape of his neck. Miyeon Chae, This is the result of your action take responsibility

"Depends on what you're going to do with them," "Keep it to yourself? Sell it on the black market. I don't know." I retorted back. Should I tell him my real name? should I lie? Decision making should not be anywhere near me.. BUT back to reality, He chuckled at my words and responded with "Yes... I will sell it on the black market. Now give me your name." "Woww such a creep..." OMG WHAT IF HE IS A CREEP.

"No actually, do you mind if I get your name?" Right... my name... "Miyeon, Chae Miyeon" I said holding my hand out to his "As in the Actor? Or a normal person" Hah.. this bitch. " Don't know whatever you think I guess." He laugh while shaking my hand. "Kim Taerae."

If I'm being honest, His hand was huge. Would probably have me flying from one slap with that hand. But then I looked back to what he said was his name, Kim Taerae. I looked up to meet his covered face. Gorgeous eyes babes. But the hair, face shaped and hand. did match the description of the ZB1 Kim Taerae.

Eyes widened when I come back to my senses that this gorgeous looking dude right here, who still has my hand in his. Could actually be Kim Taerae Zerobaseone.. I took my hand away " I should probably get going..." "It was nice meeting you." I said quickly before running to my car. yes I drove here...

"I'm done for."

sypnosis : One of the many famous actress was spotted at a park holding hands with their boyfriend, which was rumored to be Chae Miyeon, and Kim Taerae of Zerobaseone.

a/n: Really feeling like writing today woke up at 4 am and decided yk what I'm going to write the whole of chapter 3😖 ANYWAYSSS THEY MET or did they ykyk😶

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juniperwoodwell · 2 years ago

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Dedication

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 |

Kylo Ren x F! Reader

Word count:5k

Warning(s): I'm not sure rn, proceed with caution I guess.

Summary:As a Captain in the First Order, Y/N has never been one to bring attention to herself unless it was commanding her squadron. What happens when a personal hobby make's her prey to one of the most feared men in the universe?

A/N 1: I'm so sorry this took so long to get out! I had a hard time writing these few week. This is only half edited because an hour ago my mom went to the hospital, but I wanted to get this out for you guys. I will edit it in the future! ❤️

A/n 2: Btw, I decided to try something else for splitting up the scenes , any words in bold red letters is the beginning of a new scene. Lmk if you like that better than the dots.

"You're right on time."

The deep tone of his distorted voice sent shivers down her spine. She stared at the back of the mountainous man in front of her; swallowing her nervousness, she cleared her throat and stood beside him.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Kylo turned his head slightly to analyze her momentarily, then looked back at his ship.

"Why did you disobey direct orders?"

"I-I don't understand-"

"You snuck onto my ship while I was away and after hours."

Y/n bit her lip and sighed;

Well, might as well get this over with.

"I know the risks, Sir, But the information I gathered was vital to my success. I don't want to disappoint you." Her last sentence was mumbled, admitting that hurt her pride.

Kylo hummed and nodded. "Well, since you disobeyed my orders, there will be a punishment." His tone darkened.

"I understand..." This was it; my desire to always succeed would be the end of me.

"You will do a pre-test. No data pad, no notes."

"What?" Her head snapped in his direction; she expected to be dead already.

"You heard me. Let's go."

The inside of the Silencer was cramped, to begin with, but now it was almost suffocating.

Kylo sat in the Pilots seat; his presence alone seemed to fill the tight space with a tense atmosphere. Y/n stood beside him so she could access the flight computer.

"I-Is this necessary, sir?"

Kylo had his hands folded in his lap and nodded. "I need to see you doing it. It'd be useless if I were down there."

Y/n nodded, rolling up her sleeves. "I do suppose so, Sir."

"You may start."

Kylo's POV: (-Example- : Y/n's thoughts)

"You may start."

He watched as she crouched down and turned on the flight computer; no better option other than the floor, he supposed.

He didn't care if she got it right or wrong. He was too caught up in his thoughts;

She was certainly strange. She's always so anxious around me but still manages to back-talk me.

He closed his eyes as he began listening to her rushing mind. It brought some sense of calmness to his constantly overwhelmed one.

- Shit, If he knows about last night, what else does he know? Does he know about my mother? -

He opened his eyes and turned his head, looking at her profile. Her eyebrows were knitted as she worked on the computer.

Her mother? Does she mean her biological or stepmother?

"Your father isn't your biological father isn't that correct?" He asked, watching as she turned to him.

Shock etched into her attractive features. "How'd-"

"I did a background check on you when you requested this assignment."

"Oh, well...yeah. My mother divorced him and left us both. My bio father is unknown."

Kylo hummed. "Does that mean your father's wife is your stepmother?"

Y/n nodded, Turning back to the computer. "She's more of a mother to me than my real one."

"Oh? And why's that?" He smirked as he watched her physically tense up.

-Oh, Fuck.-

"I...Well. My biological mother was hardly there for me growing up, and after she married Raife, my father. She only became more distant. Then divorced my father to join the new republic, and I haven't seen her since." She sighed. "My stepmother took me in as her own; she was super protective of me as a child and was against me joining the first order."

- Why am I spilling my secrets to him!?-

Kylo chuckled at her thoughts, though it came out as a distorted crackle, catching her attention. "Your mother joined the new republic?"

Y/n sighed,

-Too much information, dumbass. Way to dig your own grave. Again.-

" Yeah...She's some big-shot counselor now, but like I said. But as I said, I haven't seen her since the divorce- Oh, wait- Actually, that's a lie. She did try to reconnect a few years ago, tried to convince me not to join the first order, but I told her to politely fuck off."

Kylo sensed anger in her tone as she fiddled with the computer. "I see."

Silence filled the space; Kylo shut his eyes and listened to Y/n's mind, He searched for more information about her mother, but her mind was so filled with overwhelmed thoughts that it made it difficult to navigate. Kylo had never experienced such an active mind; It fascinated him.

The silence and his investigation were interrupted when a bang echoed in the cockpit, followed by a hissed-out curse.

"Fuck!"

He opened his eyes to see Y/n standing now, rubbing her head. Frustrated by something,

How is it that every time I'm one way, she manages to be the complete opposite? Like now, I'm the most relaxed I've been in weeks, and she's completely stressed out and frustrated.

"Are you alright?"

He asked suddenly. Startling them both, It's a very known fact that Kylo Ren is not one to care for others,

"Y-Yeah, Sorry, Sir. Low ceilings."

He stared at her momentarily, an idea forming in his mind.

Y/n's POV:

This whole situation is bull- Why is he asking so many questions? Why this freaking Pre-Test as a punishment? Does he really need to be here? Why is he asking about my mother?

-ERROR: INCORRECT-

The screen showed those words in bright red lettering; she groaned softly.

This is stupid.

She ran her hands over her face and stood up. Too frustrated to remember the low ceilings,

"Fuck!" She cursed when her head collided with the durasteel ceiling.

"Are you alright?" His voice startled her, making her gasp and turn to him.

"Y-yeah, Sorry, Sir. Low ceilings..." She was shocked by his sudden concern, but what happened next made her want to scream as if she'd just seen a ghost.

Kylo grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap; Her back faced him as she straddled his right thigh. Blush crept up her neck and face; she turned her head to look at him. Unsure of what to do.

"Does this help?" He asked,

"What?"

"Does this help? With how you were crouched, I could assume that was uncomfortable, making it difficult for you to focus." He spoke calmly as if what he'd just done hadn't almost caused her to have a heart attack.

"O-Oh...Uh." She looked at the computer, the angle was better and would relieve stress from her ankles, but the warmth from Kylo's thigh made her believe crouching might be the safer option...

Y/n wasn't the most active woman in the world; she preferred to focus on her work over fulfilling any personal pleasures, Minus her Starship hobby. But this sudden contact with someone made her realize how touch-starved she was.

"Yes...It does help. Thank you, Sir." Kylo nodded, and she continued her work; in truth, being beside him earlier was nerve-wracking, but now sitting in his lap? Oh...It was worse. It was distracting and made it even more difficult to focus, especially when he'd move his foot, flexing his thigh. Or when he'd roll his shoulders, brushing his chest against her back, causing goosebumps on her exposed forearms. The proximity was becoming too much; she couldn't concentrate.

Y/n sighed and shut off the flight computer, running a hand through her hair.

"What's the matter?"

Y/n looked over her shoulder, shrugging. Could she tell him that he was causing her to feel slightly turned on? No! Of course not! He's her boss...Technically. So she went with the half-truth, avoiding the embarrassing stuff.

"I've done this test sixteen times now; It's much more than I thought it would be. I can barely remember any of the small details; I'm practically guessing half of it." She sighed again, her shoulders slumped as she spoke, "I give up; I'm sorry, Sir." She began to stand up, but Kylo wrapped his arms tightly around her front and pulled her flush against him. They were so close she could hear his breathing, undistorted. It was calm.

"You aren't allowed to give up, Capitan. You're here to prove that you are exactly as everyone says you are. You're constantly being praised for your piloting and engineering skills. You're apparently so good at what you do that the Supreme Leader permitted you to train a squadron of pilots from childhood, these children are orphans, and you're training them to be loyal to the first order by acting like a mother. Which is proving to work better than Hux's brainwashing method. It infuriates him; it's...very amusing for me."

He paused, his grip on her loosened slightly. Y/n was shivering; she wasn't cold, though...How could she be? Kylo radiated heat like a fire. It was from a combination of things, Fear, curiosity, surprise, and arousal. To name a few. He must have noticed this, she assumed, since his grip tightened and pulled her impossibly closer. "One little ship shouldn't be all that difficult for you." She sighed, nodding her head.

"I know.."

"Then why is it?"

She shrugged. "It's stressful; what you've asked me to do is...it's foreign to me. And you...Sir," She bit her lip to stop herself from digging herself a deeper grave. But he was persistent.

"Go on?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I-...I am afraid of you. Sir."

"As you should be. But you aren't right now, are you?"

She shook her head, "No, Sir."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"Honestly? Even though I am afraid of you most days, I have a lot of respect for you, and now that I have this assignment, I'm afraid of disappointing you and not meeting your expectations."

Kylo nodded, "I wouldn't have approved your assignment if I wasn't confident in your abilities. Unless...They're all lies, and you've somehow managed to fool everyone and are secretly a rebel spy?"

Y/n gasped, turning her head to gaze into the dark visor of his helmet. "I am NOT like my mother. I would never betray the First Order."

Kylo chuckled, "Good to know where your loyalties lie." Y/n could feel the vibrations of his distorted chuckle; she realized now that he was teasing her,

"Is this amusing to you?" She asked, turning her head to look out the windshield, crossing her arms over her chest, accentuation her breasts.

Kylo inhaled sharply, covering it up by teasing her once again. "Yes, very much so. You're something else, Captain Seinar"

She huffed and absentmindedly rested her head against his shoulder. "I could say the same for you?"

"Oh? How so?"

"Well...for one. You haven't killed me yet like I've expected you to...Multiple times-" "I have no reason to." "But I've sassed you, talked back to you, disobeyed your orders. I was late, and you destroyed a hangar terminal. You have literally killed for less."

It was his turn to shrug. "...I didn't destroy the terminal because you were late. I apologize if I gave you that impression. Hux had informed me that they lost the location of the scavenger girl. You just happened to show up, and I needed an excuse." Y/n put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. "Is this amusing for you?" His tone sounded playful as he mirrored her words from moments before.

She shook her head, but her expression betrayed her, unable to contain her smile.

He chuckled. "To be honest, you are a valuable asset to the First Order. You've managed to make yourself indispensable. It'd be a waste to kill you."

"O-oh..."

"So, what else then?"

"Well...For instance," She lifted her hands to accentuate her point. "It's very out of character for you, sir."

"Maybe for you and everyone else, it is."

"What? Are you saying you're actually kind and considerate?"

Kylo scoffed. "Not usually. But somehow, you've managed to bring out that side of me-" As he was about to finish his sentence, Y/n's watch beeped, indicating that the hour had finished. "You did well; I'll give you an extra hour tomorrow." Kylo let go and helped her stand. He lifted his hand above her head before she could bump against it again. "Thank you, sir."

When she returned to the lounge, the only one there was Miya; when she saw Y/n, she stood up and rushed over to her.

"Where the hell have you been?" She scolded.

"Miya-"

"You missed lunch and dinner, and you're back late! We were worried Sick! "

"A lot happened. Can I explain in the morning? I'm exhausted."

Miya signed, "Yeah, fine. But I want a full explanation."

"Yes, Ma'am," Y/n Yawned and trudged back to her room. She signed, "So many questions; why does he make everything so difficult." slowly, she peeled off her work clothes as her stomach grumbled. "Shit- I'm starving." She changed into something comfortable and then went out to the lounge.

As she was scrounging around for a snack, a heavy knock echoed through the room; y/n gasped at the sound and then quickly opened the door to find a trooper standing there holding a black cafeteria plate with a matching lid.

"Captain Seinar?"

"Yes?"

"This is for you."

"Uh? Are you sure? Because I canceled my meal delivery."

"Yes, Ma'am. But I was ordered to bring it to you."

"By who?"

"Kylo Ren, Ma'am,"

Y/n scoffed. Really? "ah, alright. Thank you." She took the food back to her room and sat it on her desk. She crossed her arms and stored at it.

"Why in the world would he have someone bring me food? Is he sorry he made me skip dinner? This man, I swear. one minute he wants to slice me In half, and the next he's acting as though he's my friend or something" She shrugged and sat down at the desk. When she opened it, there was a note written on real paper; this surprised her because It was rare to see actual paper since everything has become mostly digital. It read,

You did well tonight. Meet me in the hangar right after dinner tomorrow. You'll do your two hours then. Enjoy this; You deserve it.

Y/n stared at the note in awe, "This man is not who people say he is. Goodness." Cautiously she began to eat the meal.

The next morning went suspiciously well. Y/n woke up before her alarm, made it to breakfast, and taught classes. It wasn't until after lunch that things started to go downhill. She had gone to her office to do paperwork; the office was the equivalent of a large closet.

A knock on her office door startled her from the report she had been writing.

"Come in."

The door slid open to reveal Kylo Ren. She stood up quickly, "O-Oh, Hello, Sir. How can I help you?"

"I need your help with a ship."

"Your silencer?"

He shook his head slightly. "My command shuttle. Come, I'll explain more on the way."

She nodded and followed him out of the room. He explained what was wrong with the ship, and he took her to the hangar.

Y/n placed her hands on her hips as she stared at the large ship.

"Huh..."

"What is it?"

"Oh- Uh. Sorry. I just assumed it'd be in worse shape. You have a reputation for destroying things when stuff is inconvenient to you."

"I chose to find you first."

"Ah."

Kesta came down from the ship when she saw Y/n; her eyes lit up.

"Oh, Good. You're here!"

Y/n offered her a soft smile. "Mind if I take a look?"

"Of course, Though. We've practically torn the cockpit apart trying to figure out what's wrong with the damn thing. So watch your step."

"Thank you. I will."

Kesta was not kidding. There were wires hanging down from the ceiling. The control cover was taken off the dock and sat to the side. Wires were littered all over the floor as well. "Goodness..." She trudged her way through the mess and went over to the dock where the flight computer resided.

Y/n wasn't unfamiliar with the Upsilon class command shuttle. It had just been released the year she joined the first order, and when she did her engineer training, one of her tests was to program it. Her programming came in second to a punk who decided he'd steal her idea, which in turn made it look like she stole his.

So in truth, this was her creation, but no one knew. She nodded to herself, then exited the ship,

"Well?" Kesta asked, walking up to Y/n.

"I think It's the wing retraction gear. When it starts up, does it make a high-pitched screeching?"

Kesta nodded.

"Then...Yeah, somethings wrong with the wing retraction."

"Would you mind taking a look at it?" The older woman asked; y/n internally groaned. This could take hours.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll need some tools, though."

Two hours of screwing and unscrewing bolts, rewiring the wing retractor, and then having to do it again because she forgot that it needed to be wired to a different input. Kylo had left as soon as she got her tools, and Kesta left after that.

Tiredly y/n sat at the bottom of the ramp on the ship; she wiped her forehead as she sighed. A shadow eclipsed her, and she looked up to find Kylo looming over her. Quickly she stood up, almost stumbling forward into him. Catching her balance, she spoke,

"I-I wasn't slacking, Sir."

The new familiar crackle sounded softly between the two. "No. I didn't think you were."

"Ah. Well- Is there anything I can help you with?"

He shook his head slightly. "Is it fixed?"

Y/n looked over her shoulder and nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Good. You may go."

She looked at him confused but then shook her head. "Yes, Sir."

Before she could walk passed him, he grabbed her arm, Wo- Deja Vu. "Do not worry about Hux's order. Continue the way you have been."

She looked into the dark visor with an uncertain expression. "Are you saying that just because it would only piss him off more?"

"Yes. But also because I meant what I said. It works." She looked away and nodded; before He let go of her arm,

He said, "Go to the infirmary."

"For what?" She asked; he tilted his down, and she followed his gaze. Her dark grey shirt was stained a deep red on her side. "Oh- Wow. I didn't even feel that."

"Obviously."

She glared at him. "Thank you for noticing. I'll go now." He nodded and let her go.

"Are you kidding me?" A short, blonde-haired woman in a white doctor's coat walked up to Y/n as she entered the infirmary. "I swear, You're here every week, Y/n. What'd you do this time?"

"Hi, Sara...I was fixing Kylo Ren's command shuttle and must have cut myself. Not sure how it happened."

Sara rolled her eyes. "Must have is an understatement." She said as she slightly lifted up the hem of Y/n's shirt. "Come on. I'll fix you up."

"Thank you-"

"You'll be paying me."

Y/n laughed softly and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, don't worry."

Sara lead Y/n to a bed and closed the curtain. "Are you doing alright?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, You're the center of everyone's gossip recently."

"Because of my new assignment?" Sara nodded as she disinfected the small but deep gash in Y/n's side; Y/n gritted her teeth, "Y-yeah. It's...complicated. At least I'm not dead yet." She joked, earning a glare from Sara. "Sorry- It's nothing though. Just lots and lots of studying." The doctor hummed as she began to stitch up the wound, causing Y/n to grasp the firm mattress.

"...You must not know then."

"K-know what?"

"There's a rumor growing around that you're screwing him. Especially since last night."

"...last night?"

"Yeah, One of the engineers told me he saw the two of you inside his ship." Y/n groaned. "Is it true?"

"No, of course, it's not Sara. He found out I snuck onto his ship while he was gone and made me do a pre-test as punishment. He had to be there to observe my progress."

"But did you need to be sitting in his lap?"

"How much did this engineer see!?" Y/n exclaimed, wailing her arms around; Sara glared at her. "Sorry.."

"He saw enough to spread some nasty rumors." Y/n sighed and began to explain everything to Sara from the beginning, and by the time she was done, Sara had finished stitching and bandaging her side.

"Are you sure you can handle this?"

"I...I'm not sure. Tomorrow is test day, and I don't think I'm going to succeed; I'm too far in to back out now. This might be the last time we see each other."

"I want to say don't be so dramatic, Y/n...But who knows what he'll do to you if you fail."

Y/n scratched her head. "Yeah... I know."

"How are your nightmares?"

"Oh-...Good." Sara knew she was lying but didn't persist. They knew each other well enough.

"Okay, You're all set." The women stood and exited the area; a few of the nurses looked at Y/n harshly. She avoided their gazes, and Sara walked her to the door. "Just be careful. Rumors like these...They grow legs."

"I know. Thank you. I'll send you the money tonight."

It seemed as though everyone's eyes were now on her as she made her way through the long tiring halls. Checking the time, she decided she could change out of her stained shirt and then go teach her flight lesson.

Walking into the lounge, she bumped into Callisto,

"Hey! Where have you been?"

"I'll tell you later, Cal. I gotta change and go to my next class."

"Wait- No. Hang on. Is that blood?"

"yeah, It's nothing. I'll be fine."

"Did he do that to you?"

"Who?"

"Kylo Ren."

"What? No. I cut myself while fixing a ship."

Callisto sighed. "I swear-"

"Cal. He didn't do anything. Now I have to go."

"Fine. But you're coming to dinner, right?"

She didn't give him an answer as she went to her room.

"Captain!" Dante's voice alerted the woman as she wrote down a report on her data pad.

"Yes, Dante?"

"General Hux wants to see you. He said for you to go to his office in the command center."

"Now?" Dante nodded. "Okay."

Quickly she gathered her small group and told them they could go back to their dorms and that the training was canceled.

Nervous didn't even begin to cover what she was feeling the moment she stepped through the command center's doors.

Cautiously she knocked on Hux's door.

"Come in."

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into his office.

"You asked for me, Sir?"

"Yes. Take a seat." She nodded and sat down in a chair across from his desk. "Is your assignment going well?" He asked as he linked his hands together on his desk and leaned forward.

"Yes, Sir." She kept her expressions blank.

"I was informed that you snuck onto the Silencer after hours. Is this true?"

Shit. She nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Why?"

"Because I needed more information."

"I was also told that you stole a copy of the ship's programming. Is this true?"

"Y-Yes...Sir."

Hux hummed and sat back in his seat. "I respect you and your reputation Captain. But this is something I can not allow to pass. You will be completely suspended for five weeks, Along with your personal project."

"Which one, Sir?"

"Your squadron." he paused as he glared harshly, making her want to crawl away and hide. "If you choose to do such things again, I will have you fired and your squadron terminated."

"But you can't-"

"You're dismissed." biting her tongue, she stood and left.

When she exited the control center, she got lost in her thoughts.

How could he have known? Did Kylo tell him? Maybe Cal's right. He is just toying with me.

She was stopped in her tracks by a firm hand grasping her shoulder; she turned to see one of the Knights of Ren. Cardo, she believed.

"Captain Seinar."

"Y-yes, sir?" She turned to face him as he let her go.

"Kylo Ren has ordered me to find you and bring you to him."

"O-Oh. Alright."

Anger slowly started to boil in her bones as they made their way to where every Kylo was.

The room they arrived in seemed like a recreation room. She noticed how the other five knights were there and turned to her as she entered. Cardo continued to walk through the room to another in the back; Y/n kept her head down as she followed him.

Kylo Ren stood in Infront of a large Transparasteel window that looked out into the vast expanse of space.

"Here she is."

Kylo nodded and waved him off. Cardo left the room, closing the door behind him.

Y/n stared daggers into the back of his helmet, her fists clenched tight by her side.

"Is something the matter?" His voice bounced off the walls.

"All that shit you told me yesterday was just a fucking lie. Wasn't it? You've been trying to ruin my life from the moment I requested to look at your damned ship."

"I do not know what you mean." He turned around to face her.

"Bullshit! You have changed my schedule twice already, stressed me out beyond compare, and told Hux that I took a copy of the ship's programming plus that I snuck on board after hours!" Her strides were quick as she made her way over to him, and her chest was heaving. She stared up at him, face red with anger.

"I did no such thing."

"Liar! He's suspended me for over a month and my squadron as well. He told me if I slip up again, he'll fire me and that he'd terminate my squadron. You can't fucking handle someone being better than you at something, can you!? You're getting exactly what you wanted!" She yelled colorfully.

Kylo took a step in, their chests brushing against each other. His voice was low as he spoke,

"Watch it."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "what're you gonna do? Kill me? Please, that'd be a mercy."

He chuckled darkly. "That mouth of yours...It could get you in some serious trouble." He grabbed her arm and slammed her against the nearest wall, caging her in. Her anger was washed away in an instant, and fear now occupied her mind.

"Come now, where's all that fire?" She took in a shaky breath, "What's wrong? Are you scared I may actually kill you?" She looked away, but he grabbed her chin, holding her in place. "I meant every word I said to you. I would never jeopardize your position; I know how hard you've worked for it."

"But-"

"I did not tell Hux what you did. That was between us, and It does not involve him." He sighed as he noticed the fearful look in her eyes. He let go of her chin; she seemed to relax some, but her mind continued to rush. "He has no proper authority to fire you or terminate your squadron, and if he tries, I will intervene."

"Why?" Her voice was soft and quiet.

"Because, as I've said, you're a valuable asset to the First Order. It'd be foolish to do away with you."

She nodded, biting her lip. "I'm sorry for practically screaming at you. It wasn't fair of me to assume you did those things without asking you."

"You're very good at that."

"At what? Assuming things?"

"No- Owning up to your mistakes."

Y/n looked down at her feet, but Kylo lifted her chin with his thumb. "This brings up a problem, though."

"...And that is? Sir."

"We possibly have a snitch." He let her go and pulled away, turning to the window.

Quickly she controlled her breathing and stood beside him.

"Did you tell anyone?"

Y/n had to think for a moment; she gasped when a name flashed through her mind.

Callisto.

"I-...Yes. My best friend. Special Forces Pilot Timothy Callisto, but he goes by Cal." She turned her head to look at Kylo, and he did the same. Her eyes were filled with worry and desperation. "He wouldn't..."

"It's a possibility."

"But-...We've been friends since the academy. He wouldn't betray me."

"You put too much faith into people."

She scoffed. "How would you know."

"I just do."

They stood there quietly for a while.

"What did you want me for, sir?"

He let her question linger as he turned away from the window and took a seat at the table that sat to the side of the room. "Join me." He said, motioning to the seat in Infront of him. Sitting down, she fiddled with her hands, suddenly anxious.

"I would like for you to join my division."

"Like the knights?"

He shook his head. "No. Like as my second in command, as in...Being my wingman and Captain."

She looked at him in disbelief. "I-...sorry. What?" she tilted her head slightly. "Why?" she asked.

"Because someone with your skills deserves to work with people of your same standard."

"Are you saying that my friends in the special forces aren't of my standard" Her tone had an edge to it as she spoke.

"That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean then."

"The special forces are the best of the best when it comes to the first order. But you, you're something-" His words are interrupted by the door opening.

"Apologies, Sir. But you're being summoned to the supremacy." One of the knights spoke. Kylo turned his head to the knight and then back to Y/n.

"Thank you, Ap'lek." The knight: Ap'lek. Nodded and closed the door.

Kylo stood, offering his hand to her. "Think about my offer." His voice sounded soft behind the mask, but she thought she had just imagined it; sighing, she took his hand and stood.

"Thank you, Sir. Do you know if you'll be back in time?"

Kylo hummed, looking down at her hand that was still in his own. "I am...unsure. If I am not. I will have Ap'lek accompany you."

Y/n froze, and her hand subconsciously gripped his. She stared into the visor, anxiety etched in her features.

"Is something wrong?"

She gulped and shook her head. When she went to pull her hand away, he grabbed it tightly,

"Do not lie to me." His commanding tone made her look away,

"...I'd prefer not to do it at all than have to do it without you." her confession surprised them both. "I-I mean the ship, of course; I...I'm just used to you now. It'd be awkward with anyone else." She explained.

A static crackle echoed off the walls. He was laughing at her. She met where she assumed his eyes were and rolled her own, a smirk on her lips.

"You should go. Don't want to make the supreme leader angry."

"How would you know it's the supreme leader?" He asked teasingly,

"Why else would you go to the big man's ship?" Another crackle and a nod from Kylo.

"You are right, though. I should. I will try to be back before our scheduled time, but if I'm not. Don't worry too much. Ap'lek is a man of few words, and he's the...Nicest. I suppose, but he'd deny it. He's just polite." Y/n nodded,

"I understand. Thank you, Sir. Good luck." She offered him a smile, and he gently squeezed her hand before letting go and leaving the room.

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acustardduckling · 6 months ago

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Ooh, Racing Pulse sounds interesting. Please tell me more about that

Will do! 😊

Racing Pulse was my Master's Degree project, I had to write the better half of a book to receive my overall grade. I did that much, but I didn't continue it long after ... I still want to someday, I know how it's meant to end, but I've just not been inspired to do so for a few years.

The basic premise follows a high-school girl, Ivy, and her friend Amber. Their classmates are all hyped up about the upcoming valentines dance, but Ivy cares way more about the school's ghostly rumours and the mysterious disappearance of one of her classmates. Unfortunately, her investigation is cut short by .... spoilers!

Here's an extract:

On this particular Monday, we were doing some workbook activities on how the Cold War impacted Western society. It had been rather slow-going, and most people were chatting amongst themselves instead of focusing. Even I was finding it difficult to concentrate.

“Ivy,” Ethan spoke across to me. My head immediately snapped up. “You know how the dance is on Saturday?”

“Yes?”

“Well, you’re the smartest person I know,” he took a pause, and I felt my throat tighten. All my opinions about the dance being stupid, fanciful nonsense had suddenly been put in stasis. “I don’t know if you’re going with anyone, but I feel like you’d understand what’s expected of an invitation better than I do. Which is why I wanted to ask…”

This was it. What else could it be? I was all ears, on the edge of my seat, he had my full attention.

But then he continued: “You’re friends with Amber, so I was wondering if you’d know the best approach. I’m not really sure—”

I didn’t bother listening to the rest of the sentence. I stared straight ahead as I felt a slow, hollow pain start to well up from within. My heart had slipped out of my ribcage and landed heavily on my stomach.

“Just ask her,” I spat, “I’m not your go-between. Josh already asked, and she said maybe.”

I sat there, consumed with emotion, trying to figure out what I was feeling. Anger? Sorrow? Pity, disgust, annoyance? And at whom? Ethan? Myself?

“Oh,” was all he said for a while. No doubt he was trying to work out what I was feeling too. I had concealed my expression the best I could. “I suppose it’d make sense to be direct.”

We didn’t speak for the remainder of the lesson.

I told Amber about Ethan’s plans at lunchtime. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of surprising her. I would’ve told her even sooner, during our scheduled breaktime, but she’d been held back in her Food Technology classroom to finish baking. I hadn’t wanted to discuss the matter with her tutor hovering nearby, so lunchtime was the next best opportunity to discuss it.

“….and you should most certainly reject him. Josh would be the better option.”

We’d taken our lunch outdoors this time, crunching warm paninis in the bitter frost of February. The snow was thick again, and the sky was clear, but the towering school building shielded us from the worst of the wind.

“Are you sure, Vee?”

“Deathly. I’ve already told you how uppity he is, but he also has poor perception of other’s feelings. That’s not something you want in a Valentine. He’s detestable.”

“If you say so… do you really hate him that much? I thought you were friends.”

“No. He’s the worst.”

“Worse than Greg?”

“Nobody’s worse than Greg, but Greg isn’t here.”

“Well, I don’t know, but I won’t say yes for your sake. I’m still thinking about it all.”

I knew I was being selfish, but I couldn’t explain – if she found out, she would’ve made me ask him to the dance. I couldn’t think of anything worse. For a moment, we ate in silence.

“Do you think Greg ran away so he wouldn’t have to go to the dance?” asked Amber, seemingly out of nowhere. I had to pause.

“No, I think if that were the reason, he would’ve disappeared on the day. Going missing draws too much attention to himself. But … he was a huge attention-seeker in the first place—” I stopped short as a figure caught the corner of my eye. All the students in the quad were minding their own business, hurrying to the cafeteria or chatting in their own groups. That is, all but one. One lone girl was staring straight at us; I could tell by her stance. Poised. Unmoving.

When I looked over, I realised I’d been mistaken. There was nobody there, only a stone wall. Amber giggled at my distraction.

“You’re usually the focused one, Vee! What’re you looking at?”

“Nothing,” I lied. Was it a lie? No, it was the truth, because it’d been an honest mistake. “Anyway, I don’t think that’s what happened.”

“Yeah… I’m starting to get worried.”

#The old name for the project was Quickened Pulse but Racing Pulse rolls way easier and conveys the same dual meaning i was going for #life of jasmib #emeraldhazeart #ask

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salparadiselost · 2 years ago

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The bitty universe is so good omg 💜 thank you and jube and birbteef, ahh I can't wait to see where you take this universe (I mean I can and will but also know my brain is spinning it around like a yoyo)

Thank you! Thank you!

We have been having a ball writing the bitties. They are so versatile and adorable. But that underlying sense of horror… I think that’s delicious.

Here’s a small snippet! I hope you enjoy:

“You little shits, get away from that!” Bruce yelled, chasing the itty bitties away from the shoe they had begun to tear apart.

Last week he made the mistake of showing them a documentary about important inventions throughout history. He thought it was a safe, albeit maybe boring, subject for them.

He was wrong.

Now they were taking everything apart to see how it worked. Everything.

The itty bitties paused, blinked, and then scrambled with the pieces of shoe.

“No!” Bruce yelped as he watched Jason physically tear the tongue out of his $800 Italian leather loafers. Tim had the shoelaces and kept being distracted by them to hunt them despite the fact they were hanging from his mouth. Dick had the sole which he had been chewing on.

They took their bounty with them as they scampered out. They chirruped merrily and Bruce got the distinct sense they were laughing at him.

“Those little….” Bruce picked up the remnants of shoes and frowned. “I’m going to need to replace the pair.”

“Can’t you get them some training?” Clark asked from the bed shoes off and watching Bruce with a disapproving frown.

Clark… wasn’t the biggest fan of the itty bitties. Dogs and cats he was fine with, hell he even liked them, but the itty bitties…

Clark never said it outright, but Bruce could tell. Clark avoided them. He never touched them. Their antics earned frowns and annoyed eye twitches instead of the bursts of affection that their shenanigans inspired in Bruce.

Clark never hit them. He never showed them any aggression whatsoever. Bruce would kick him out the moment he dared try, but it was clear that he wished Bruce didn’t have them.

“I’ve taken them to training,” Bruce said with a sigh. “It wasn’t a good fit.”

Bruce frowned at the memory. He had tried to take Dick and Jason to training only once before he had adopted Tim.

He had shown up at the gymnasium with his two bitties both fitted into their chest harnesses because Bruce had researched that those were the best options for a lead. Dick and Jason didn’t love their harnesses. They more enjoyed playing in them and tangling each other up in the straps than actually wearing them.

But they were obedient enough to allow them, especially because harnesses meant they got to go outside or into town.

The moment Bruce had walked in holding onto the leashes that were attached to the harnesses, the trainer had immediately frowned.

“Those things are useless,” he said to Bruce’s face. His bitties crowded around his legs, chirping anxiously as a stranger got too close. “Your bitties will never be trained if you use those.”

Instead, he had given Bruce two noose collars that were spiked on the inside to intentionally cause pain.

Bruce had hated the twisting, awful feeling that curled in his stomach when he slipped the collars onto his bitties’ throats. They looked up at him with their huge eyes, so completely full of trust, and Bruce’s chest physically clenched at the sight.

“Won’t these hurt them?” He asked while staring at Dick as the bitty shook his head and scratched at the uncomfortable collar with a back leg. He was already beginning to try to pull it off. “I read that their necks are delicate and very sensitive.”

“If they follow directions, then they won’t get hurt at all.”

The rest of the class had been a complete disaster. Dick and Jason were wary of the stranger and they didn’t take well to having a lead handed over to him. They were confused by the commands. They were punished for every sign of confusion. Their curiosity was quickly turning into fear as the stranger drove spikes into their throat with every mess-up. They ended the night hiding behind Bruce’s legs absolutely refusing to come out as Bruce yelled at the so-called trainer for making his bitties bleed.

The trainer said that his bitties would never be trained. Bruce said that he didn’t want them trained if it meant beating them into submission.

Clark huffed, rolling his eyes. “Maybe you could take them to different training?”

Bruce shrugged. “I don’t mind them the way they are. I love that they get into mischief and attack the world with curiosity. Training usually destroys that.”

Because most times it breaks a bittie’s spirit into a hundred pieces.

“I mean, you’re not going to keep living with them being so wild are you? There has to be better options. statistically, most itty bitties get either in their second home or repurposed by age eight-“

“I’m not fucking giving them up,” Bruce snapped, practically growling. “Do you hear what you’re even saying? Re-purpose. Do you even know what that means?”

Clark fell silent, and Bruce heard him shift on the bed. “No,” he admitted. “Why? What does it mean?”

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 2 years ago

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I’ve said before that I really like Succession, I think it’s a great show, but it can’t become one of my favourites because I’m not emotionally invested in it. I don’t care what happens. And I was thinking today that the problem that keeps me from getting emotionally invested is built into a show about billionaires, nothing the writers could do would change that.

The problem is that any one of these people, at any time, could choose to stop being part of it. To stop working in that company and actively ruining the world, and just take all their money and live in luxury somewhere else for the rest of their life. That would still be unethical and everything, living off money they didn’t earn but someone else obtained by exploiting and ruining the world, but at least they wouldn’t be an active participant. They’d just take enough for themselves, which is a drop in the bucket, hardly enough to matter, and they could live easily forever. The Roy kids could definitely do that. But even the top-level employees could probably be fine, if they took that golden parachute people keep referencing. They’ve worked at the very lucrative company long enough so between pension plans and stock holdings, they have the option of getting out and living well. They’re all choosing to stay there, in a job where they make the world worse, just because they want to.

That’s even what some of them were doing when the show started. Connor was living on a ranch, hanging out with the woman he bought, and ignoring everyone else. Siobhan was working in politics just because I guess she enjoyed the adrenaline of it, but she didn’t need to. They all chose to get back involved in ruining the world with their family, they could easily have just stayed away.

I think of my favourite workplace sitcoms – off the top of my head, The Thick of It, 30 Rock, Parks and Rec. All of those have significant stakes, because if the main characters fuck up badly enough, they get fired, and then they won’t be able to pay their rent/mortgage. Also, in at least two of the three, the main characters are working to make the world a better place in some small way, and if they fuck up the world is worse off, so we care about them getting it right. That might not quite apply to 30 Rock – I think the show makes it clear that the world would be fine without TGS – but at the very least they’re providing livelihoods for all the employees. Succession has aspects in common with the other Jesse Armstrong thing The Thick of It, like the biting dialogue and everything, but it has none of the stakes because everyone could just stop doing this stuff and they’d be fine. While in Peep Show, those guys are one fuckup away from homelessness.

Succession just doesn’t have that, and can’t have that, because of the premise of the show. So I can enjoy watching it, but I’m never going to feel concerned on a character’s behalf, because even if everything goes as wrong as possible, the consequences are living in luxury forever. They created a few characters to whom that doesn’t apply, I guess specifically to make it so the stakes matter for someone, like Greg. But Greg’s such a dick that no one wants him to do well anyway.

Also, Succession writers, you can make all your characters unequivocally terrible people who actively choose to ruin the world because living off ill-gotten gains without actively participating in making things even worse isn’t enough for them, or you can have me feel sympathy for them when their dad dies. You can’t have both.

They threw one line into the first episode of season 4 to try to create some stakes, having Kendall say he needs to remain immersed in the high-octane world of corporate jockeying or else he’ll turn to drugs due to lack of stimulation. But, come on, he could take his millions and use them to buy stimulation elsewhere. Take up bungee jumping.

It’s a very good show. It has amazingly good writing and acting and directing and cinematography and things like that. It’s fun to watch. I just don’t care what happens, beyond vaguely wanting everyone in it to have their company dissolved, their assets seized and redistributed, and then go to jail.

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universal-shenanigans · 2 years ago

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Scarring Memories

((Took a break from updating the bog and co to put this chapter of the Mob AU out. Just so I can get into the mode of writing the storylines for the blog’s ACTUAL AUs.))

//TW: Slight mention of Ph*si*al A*use & P*nic A**ack

Alexa, Alex, and Andrew had arrived back at their apartment. Although the complex and the others around it were decent, the area was still dingy and dark. The stench of trash, alcohol, and the cigars of the "local mobsters" took over the air like a toxic haze. As they climbed the stairs to their floor, they passed the halls that filled with assorted sounds. Televisions, children, animals, and the occasional rhythmic thumping. The trio reached their door and hurried inside.

"Al, if you could." Alex nodded and loaded her pistols. She took a lap around the apartment. She checked every closet, under every bed, and behind anything that could even be considered a hiding place. When finished, she walked into the living room as she unloaded her guns. "We're clear."

"Alright. Get ahold of Frankie and I'll call my dad. We need as many options as we can get to even get a step in the right direction."

"Got it. Andy, could ya come help me out?" He nodded and followed her to her room. Alexa quickly grabbed her laptop from her own room and walked back to the living room as she waited for her father to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hi daddy. I need your help with something."

"Of course, Pup. Whatcha need?"

"Alright, I need you to look up the ties Arthur and I had made when we were together. I’m also gonna need a list of our connections. Both of’em gotta be from most reliable to the least. Also, and this is optional cause I’m already asking for a lot and I don’t know if you really remember, it would help if you could mark who’s dead. Saves us a lot of time.”

"Your mother and I are on it. I'll get it to you as soon as I can."

"Okay. Thanks daddy. Tell mama I said hi. Love you lots."

"No problem Princess, I will. Love you more."

She put her phone away and sighed heavily. Running her fingers through her hair before typing away on the keyboard. Being the daughter of a very high-ranking mob boss came with its own perks. Alexa had access to previous records and files of various mobsters and the crimes they’ve committed over the years. It also helped that having had a previous relationship with Arthur, she had leeway on what she could access and keep on him specifically. She gazed at the laptop screen once she was able to pull him up. The first thing she saw almost acted as a warning sign:

CONFIDENTIAL

Hesitantly scrolling past, his picture now plastered the screen. Arthur Bushell. The pages on him were extensive. The photos that littered the document made her stomach twist. As she searched through the file, Alexa found many incidents that she was certain were very new. Others made her breathing hitch as she gripped the bottom of her shirt. One incident made her abruptly stop her scrolling. The bruises, the gashes, cuts, and blood...the demented look in his eye as he looked at her. The photo caused her to let out a shaky breath and caress her abdomen. She could feel the reminders. Her heartbeat slowly increased its pace as she looked at each photo.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

Hard to breathe.

"Arthur, stop! Please!"

The stinging.

"One. False. Move. That's all it fucking takes Alexa..."

The God damn ringing.

Can't breathe. Stop. Please. Can't breathe. Can't breathe.

CAN’T BREATHE.

"I CAN'T BREATHE!"

"ALEXA!”

She jumped when Alex shook her. She quickly wiped her eyes and grabbed the bottom of her shirt to wipe the rest of her face. Her friend let out a heavy sigh and moved the laptop to the coffee table. Alexa was now visibly shaking, clenching her shirt and on the verge of hyperventilating. Alex sat down and wrapped her arms around her.

"You’re okay. I’m right here, try to breathe slowly..."

Alexa nodded, gripping on Alex's shirt. Her eyes wouldn't fixate on one thing. They moved constantly as she tried to relax her breathing. The ringing had slowly begun to stop. Alex's soothing voice did help a bit. But the thought of him-having control over her, touching her...she saw that as a fate worse than death.

Brrring! Brrring!

Alex answered, "Hello? Yeah, she’s right here hang on." She covered the phone and quietly asked her if was able to talk to her father. Alexa was still quite shaken up after her breakdown a moment ago, but she didn’t want to worry her father. Plus, it could be an update on the files they needed. She gave a small nod and Alex handed her the phone, “Yes daddy?”

"Pup? Are you alright? You sound upset."

She noticed that her breathing was still a bit heavy. Besides his fatherly instinct, it was kind of a dead giveaway. As it finally slowed down, she was able to answer clearly, "Yeah, I'm okay. Do you have an update?"

"Yes. We’re halfway through the list and I’ll send it as soon as it’s finished."

"Alright. Thanks again daddy."

"Anytime sweetie, and you're sure that you're alright?" His worry still remained.

"Yes, I promise I'm okay.” A lie.

"Well, alright. I’ll get it to you as soon as I can. I love you."

She managed to crack a small smile, “I love you too papa.”

Once she hung up the phone, she dropped her head in her hands and sighed heavily. Alex rubbed her back softly, "Hey, maybe you should take a break. We know this is a lot."

"..." She didn't say anything right away. Alex was absolutely right. This is a lot. Especially with everything she's gone through with the psycho. But she saw this as a chance. A chance she couldn't pass up. Too many things...too many people were at stake. Alex squeezed her shoulder to bring her back. She glanced at her friend and nodded. "Yeah...yeah I need a...a bath. Or something..."

"Go ahead. I'll get Andy and we'll let you know about the rest of the list. But please, don't stress yourself out on this. We just, gotta be cautious and stuff, ya know?" She quietly nodded and pushed herself off the couch.

Alexa laid in the tub, letting her face and hair sink in the water. The warmth against her skin was relaxing. Even it was for a moment. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She just needed to take a break. Breathe. Clear her mind as much as possible. But, she couldn’t help but run her fingers along the scars. The memories were starting to buzz around her head again. She could remember how loud she screamed before he...

...

She took another deep breath. Push it down...Relax. Too much to do...

She left the bath. Too much was racing around in her head to really try to relax. After getting changed, she walked into the living room and met with somber expressions on her friends’ faces. She gazed upon, worry starting to build inside her. “What happened?”

“We got the list from both your dads...” Andrew said quietly. But she could hear a mixture of discontent in his voice. She looked at Alex, who was silent. However, she knew her friend long enough to know that her body spoke louder than her words. Alex whipped the laptop around and pushed it towards her. Alexa watched her pinch the bridge of her nose and let out a troubled sigh as she pulled the laptop closer. Not a good sign. She scrolled through the file and found...so many names. Way too many. Far too many with the same status: DECEASED. She wanted to throw the biggest fit at that moment. Scream, yell, throw things and punch holes in the walls. At least it would be something to get rid of the frustration that was building up. She took a deep breath, “...call ‘V’...”

#ask-the-rebel-the-nerd-and-friends #STORIES BY REN #Modern Mob AU #Alexa Vandus #Alex Vandem #Andrew Willis #mythologyvincent #robin thorne #tw: mention of physical abuse #tw: panic attack

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anthonybialy · 2 years ago

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Blown Away by the Blizzard Response

You know a storm is bad when even Buffalonians twitch. The Christmas blizzard kept families from spending time together but was disastrous otherwise. As a Queen City serf, I grew so tired of comparing the area to Hoth that I switched to bringing up the prison planetoid where the Klingons sent Kirk and McCoy in Star Trek VI. Bringing together perpetually warring nerd factions shows how devastation can inspire cooperation.

Opening presents while there was daylight offered a nice distraction from the chilliness. I personally spent 50 hours without electricity, including the entirety of Christmas. The white Christmas was also a no lights Christmas. That manger-like feel brought authenticity. Looking on the bright side helped cope with darkness. I missed every showing of A Christmas Story, which means it’ll be fresh next year. And not getting to see the Knicks meant missing them lose.

Getting power back brought perspective, such as how much I enjoy using power. Life is most appreciated when basic things are missing, I told myself to distract from shivering. The absence of luxuries like internet and heat allowed time for shoveling drifts as tall as a me-sized human.

There might be warmer ways to learn people will always help those in need. Until Independence Day, Western New Yorkers showed the worst weather brings out the best in each other. People taking strangers into their homes and stores know what the season’s about no matter how or if they pray. From organizing groups shoveling those stuck to clearing out adjacent driveways, anyone who needed help opening the door from the outside got it.

Buffalo is the City of Good Neighbors as long as you don’t live next to a politician. Inspirational leaders take time from recovering corpses to blame each other for glacial responses. At least the petty bickering distracts from how their limp responses exacerbated peril from the elements.

This metropolis is stuck even with visibility technically over zero. Mayor for Life Byron Brown ensures the city is more efficient when City Hall is closed. Trash remains even as garbage pickup returns.

Take your time. The mayor took a break from daftly suing gun manufacturers for spiking crime as if he hadn’t held his present office since 2006. That’s barely enough time to learn the city can get a bit snowy during December.

Those who make firearms somehow provoked criminals into robbing unoccupied stores. You don’t want to take off a mitten to pull a trigger. There sure is lots of looting in jurisdictions with heavy gun control. If neutral observers didn’t know better, they might think plunderers don’t fear the consequences of preying upon a catastrophic breakdown of order.

Electing a putzing dolt five times is begging for a poor storm response. If you’d like the city to not lose to a blizzard, don’t let writing in an incumbent clown to defeat an unopposed socialist be the best option next time. Unlike snow, Germans hopped over the Berlin Wall in one direction.

If you’re unfamiliar with Mark Poloncarz, I envy you. Unsuspecting citizens outside the limp Erie County executive’s jurisdiction may have been exposed to his toxicity during national coverage of a local storm. He’s the sort of arrogant dolt who’d be pompous enough without cause to use a JFK quote to excuse away flubbing the driving ban. You can guess his party.

Why are the dads fighting? They’re both megalomaniacal dolts. Those in charge of making the pavement visible again succeeded in fighting the snow if their plan was to wait for thawing a couple days later.

New York’s worst first elected female governor Kathy Hochul illustrates the dark side of consistency by flaunting ineptitude on the next level. Panhandling from Washington for disaster cash results from having no way to know Buffalo would ever get a windy snowstorm. How could governments ever plan for it? We definitely have to bill every American taxpayer.

Forecasters wish they could be as accurate as those who note looting emerges wherever Democrats are in charge of places undergoing extreme weather. The only thing worse than one party running basically unopposed is when it’s this party.

Democrats think they should run everything then screw up what they’re supposed to run. A government that thinks it can do everything can’t do anything. Its fundamental tasks are too trifling for visionaries who want to

Getting politics out of it is the precise opposite of bringing politics into it. We only note who is terrible at interfering because of their incessant boasting and position of exploiting the sheen of legal authority. New York is great except for those in the government. Aspiring tyrants believe they run the state. Sadly, they’re right.

Every story of effective goodwill in helping neighbors overcome the blizzard resulted from Buffalonians choosing to assist while worthless office-filling failures blamed each other for their thorough screwups. Trust that people will help instead of expecting government to do so. We didn’t want to use a storm to make political points. But they went first. There’s more shoveling needed.

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rcksmith · 4 years ago

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Not you — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “Five Hargreeves x fem!reader, Fluff prompts 9, 52 and 53, please? (You can do this whenever you feel like it) Five and Y/n are both hit by one of Hazel and Cha-Cha’s bullets in the Gimbel Brothers store and they immediately go to the academy (Five wants Y/n treated as soon as possible.) after they’re fine, the siblings start to question them on Five’s protectiveness over Y/n”

“Hii could I request 4 & 23 off the fluff prompts for Five pls ty 😌✨”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

23. “i’ve dreamt about this.”

52. "Help her first."

53. “There are no limits when it comes to you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same energy and they prompts connect to a central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

I used here some fragments of the central plot of Five, but, guys, keep in mind that he is 20 years old, and that when he comes back to 2019 Five does not make a mistake in the calculations. I changed the location of the fight too, but a really I hope you, Anon # 1, don't mind.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: blood, mention of death, swearing, fluff too.

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You remembered perfectly when you met Five Hargreeves, the commission's golden ball, The Handler's award-winning shamrock. If you closed your eyes, even after years, you could still smell the male cologne wafting in the air, and you could relive the same feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had when he looked at you with those obsedian eyes.

Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. Absurdly gorgeous. But absurdly arrogant, boastful, presumptuous and completely absent of any delicacy in relation to empathy and kindness. He was the type who would open the door for you to enter first, but who would be the first to make fun of your erroneous reasoning.

And that was why, at the time, when you were assigned to be his partner, you lived in conflict with what you really felt. It was a mixture of tantrum and physical attraction.

But unlike all the people around Five, when he spit fire at you with all the anger at his difficult temper, you didn't run. In fact, when it exploded the first time in front of you, you crossed your arms, arched an eyebrow and looked at him with boredom.

“Have you finished your show yet?” You said, as if you didn't care, leaning against the hood of the car while Five screamed through the 7 winds “Stop to imply with everything.”

Five had been your partner for a few months now and it became clearer each day that the irritation was mutual. He made it perfectly clear that you pissed him off until his last hair.

But, unlike you, it was for another reason.

Shit, you were a fucking goddess! Your beauty was notorious, but that was not all that caught his attention. You were smart, canny, brave, Five never saw you in fear of any situation or shaken by any scene of blood. You knew your goals and went after them. It was strong, decisive, and, goddamn, he loved it. You had a fist, you were firm, and you always made it very clear that you were no helpless maiden.

It felt like you had gotten out of his imagination, from the daydreams in which Five rambled about what kind of woman he admired. And, hell, you came with the full package. It was a combination of overwhelming beauty, intelligence, dexterity, and he never thought that someone like that could be real.

But of course you were. And now Five was completely irritated because you were real, and not just another his dream and daydream in which a sublime woman starred.

“To Imply?” Five turned to you, eyes on fire “To Imply?!”

“Like a 2-year-old who didn't take his afternoon nap. It's not the end of time, it doesn't have to be childish.”

Now Five felt himself ignite. He was a dry, rough fire and you were gasoline, igniting everything saw ahead.

Was that damn woman calling he a child?! You?! Just you, the person whose Five wanted to tie the bed and do all kinds of sinful things.

Oh hell no!

Five came forward, furious, like an angry god, his coal eyes never leaving your direction.

“Childish, isn't it?” He snarled “I'm going to show you the childish!”

Five held your face tightly in his hands and pressed your lips to his. Fierce, needy, set on fire, lost in half sentences of feelings about you. He slid his hands to the back of your neck, closing his fingers in your hair and invading your mouth with his tongue, letting you taste the caffeine, danger and lust he had.

You sighed, or Five, or both. You held him as close as he was, with the two of you being on the same mission: to conquer, to take, to possess. But Five had an extraordinary intensity, a magnitude that managed to win you

Then your touch became more docile, your kiss became submissive and you were surrendered. When Five walked away, not with his body, he still held you against him, but with his head, enough to look you in the eye, you sighed.

“I’ve dreamt about this.” You gave up your game, because you couldn't pretend anymore, and Five responded by kissing you again, this time tasting your whole mouth.

After that day, Five and you never came apart. You two were like a dynamic duo, crime partners in the morning and intense lovers at night.

But Five spent so much time with affection, love and caring being denied that when, on a night when work got the best of him, Five fell into the bed you shared in a Motel room, very close to your lap and you smiled sweetly and ran your fingers through his black hair, establishing the affection there, Five was catatonic.

His wild mind wanted to take it away and go, tell you to swallow those loving gestures and that he would never need them. That they were a nuisance, a distraction.

But his body and heart... well, they begged Five to stay another second. Just one more second enjoying that touch, the care, the importance that someone felt for him. He liked to be pampered, who knew.

So he ended up falling asleep with your touch and, after that day, Five realized that if his body and heart couldn't get any further from you, then no one would ever take you away from him. You would stay with him, until the end. As long as you wanted to stay.

And you wanted to. You wanted all the stages, all the moments, all the fights. You wanted Five, completely. And after some time like that, he said that you two were going to get married. It wasn't a request, it wasn't a speculation, it was a fact and that's it. You laughed, it was Five's style to be embarrassed about something and treat it more coarsely, just because he didn't know how to deal with the emotions he felt.

“Of course I do.” You reassured him by bringing your hands to his face, tracing affectionate circles on his cheek with your thumb.

“You would have no other option.” He grunted, not looking at you, trying to divert attention from his own racing heart.

You laughed and sealed the future of the two of you with a kiss.

After five years of making it official, Five said he had found a way for him to get home. And as he spoke, you noticed a flickering hesitation in his eyes. You knew, at that moment, that Five would leave it behind if there was a chance that you wouldn't want to go along. He promised to love you, in joy and sadness, in difficult times and in good times, and he never broke a promise.

Five Hargreeves would stay for you. In 1963, in 1988, in 2019, it didn't matter the season, the year. It wouldn't be worth anything if didn't have you by his side.

But, like him, it was logical that you would never abandon him, ever. So you went along. It was together in the murder in 1963, it was together at the time of the target, and it was together when he jumped in the portal. You were with Five when he reunited with his family, they all amazement by the 13 year old little brother who disappeared to reappear as a man of 25. On top of that accompanied by a girl.

But Five still couldn't administer his emotions properly, he still couldn't say that he missed his brothers and that being without his family had been terrible. His past contained many shipwrecks and he did not know how to open up about it. After so many years alone and then killing without any judgment, it was difficult to connect with emotions.

So, instead of saying everything that screamed inside him, after just some time with the siblings he took your hand and pulled you out, telling the Hargreeves that he would go after a decent coffee.

“I wish I could have talked to them better.” You grumble whit Five and he rolled his eyes.

“As if they were going to understand the things you were going to explain.” He murmured, covering the whole issue of the Commission and time jumps.

“This is not difficult to explain.” You raised your left hand, signaling the silver circle that hugged your finger.

Five laughed, sipping his coffee.

“You will be my wife forever, there is plenty of time for you to tell that.”

But as soon as Five's words had just left your lips, blowing in the air like fog, the door to the store opened, and you two didn't have to turn around to find out who they were. Years on the commission have earned you enough training to even recognize the sound of their footsteps.

The exchange of looks that Five and you gave was enough to know what each one was thinking and how they would act. That was your secret language, the superpower that you two shared. No words were needed to understand each one like the back of your hand.

You took a deep breath, while your fingers on your right hand steadied yourself on the coffee cup and Five on the knife. There was no waiting for speeches, exchanging words, you both knew that the Commission would send the best agents besides you, and Hazel and Cha-Cha were not known to be late at work.

Then the action started, Five turned and teleported with the knife, shoving it into the leg of one of the agents covered in rabbit masks. You didn't stay behind and swivel your chair around, throwing the sizzling coffee into the second's hands, causing him to drop the gun on the floor. You didn't wait to kick him in the chest, making him stagger backwards as you got up from the chair. You and Five were good, but so was Hazel and Cha-Cha, and you couldn't count on the powers to dodge physical attacks.

Everything was very fast indeed, windows were broken, punches were exchanged, blood was plucked. But when you looked to the side and saw who was probably Cha-Cha pushing Five against a broken glass stake, you understood why love at work was so dangerous. You understand completely. Because you've lost your focus. It took a thousandth of an instant for years of training and improvement to be thrown out the window. Only the possibility of Five getting hurt got you off track, and that was fatale.

The agent who fought with you took advantage of your distraction, reaching for the gun that was on the floor in that split second. And a shot reverberated through the place.

Suddenly, the world for Five stopped the axis. Everything was suspended, appalled, frozen. And in that very second, his body shivered from head to toe, as if misfortune had sighed in his neck. Five Hargreeves never feared anyone, even death itself. But as soon as he heard the sound of the shot, Five tasted death. Was rough, metallic and cruel, the blood drained from the body and the world released a dark and funeral note, sinking into a black sea.

Because fear is not the bullet hitting you, but someone you love.

Five turned back, eyes wide, hands shaking, and he didn't know what was beating faster: his fear or his heart.

He would remember that moment as the most cruel and frightening of his entire life, years in the apocalypse and killing had no comparison to the terror that was seeing your white shirt start to be stained with blood, the bullet hole marking your abdomen. You looked up at him, shocked, livid, and Five could see death perfectly, pulling the vitality out of your eyes.

He didn't think, he didn't reason, he just teleported himself to you, taking your body in his arms and teleported you two away from there. Five’s hands were shaking, a visceral pain snaking through his body and suffocating him with the worst sensation Five had ever felt in his life.

He took you both to the Hargreeves mansion in the blink of an eye, his powers failing when the blue flash left you both in the giant living room.

“Five!”

Maybe it was Luther's voice, or Klaus, or Diego, he didn't know. Everything was a distant echo, a note submerged in the water. Five saw or heard nothing but your body in his arms, your eyes closed and face frighteningly pale, his right hand, which was pressing on your wound, was already soaked in blood.

It was too much blood, the smell was overwhelming, and for the first time in a long time, Five Hargreeves was in despair.

Hands touched his shoulders, and Grace's voice was heard in the background. But he didn't want treatments, whatever the goddamn his wounds were going to be.

“Help her first!” Five shouted, his voice finding strength in the terror he felt. And also in fury.

The Handler would pay for that, and so would Hazel and Cha-Cha. And, by God, the whole world would pay if you never opened your eyes again.

“Right now.” Maybe it was Pogo “But, Five, are you…”

“No!” He ordered “She first!”

Then Grace's hands took you out of his arms and Five refused to leave you for even a second. He was beside you at the operating table, holding your hand, with him bloody fingers of your blood and the agent he had fought.

But Five didn't care about the himself state, the people around it, or anything. His eyes were focused on you, his face frozen in a livid expression.

And when Grace said that you would need a blood transfusion and Five barely let her finish speaking before rolling up the manga and extending his arm, the siblings Hargreeves and Pogo were shocked. What they saw in Five's eyes was not a man afraid of losing someone, but of losing the person he loved.

I shouldn't have come back. Was Five's first thought when the surgery ended well and you were still asleep. It was his fault that you almost died. And everything was buzzing in Five's head like a propellant.

“So…”

Klaus appeared in the kitchen, with the siblings, while Five was washing the blood from his hands, now calmer since you were alive.

“That was heavy.” Luther let out a little gasp, a kind of choked laugh.

“Aren't you going to tell us what happened?” Allison sat at the table.

“She almost died because of my decision, that's what happened.” Five replied, turning and picking up a cloth from the table, drying his hands.

“Five...” Allison made his eyes go towards his sister “Who is she, actually ?”

Five gave a bitter laugh. Who were you? How would he explain it?

You are everything. The reason wake up everyday was good, what made the summer breeze and the sun's rays warm, the reason why his world was still spinning.

Who were you? It was absolutely everything for Five.

“Someone very important.” His whispered escaped.

“So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend ?!" Luther looked at Five in shock, as if the possibility of him having a girlfriend was absurd.

“No.” Five looked at Luther with fire in his eyes, his voice hoarse “That girl is my wife!”

The room's breath evaporated, everyone was dumbfounded and bewildered. But Grace came in at that moment, saving Five from continuing that conversation.

“She woke up.” His mother's voice was soft, and Five dropped everything he was doing and disappeared into the blue flash.

The first thing he noticed when he entered that room was you sitting on the bed, your back against the headboard.

“Hey...” the smile you gave made Five's world spin again.

He didn't wait a second before walking up to you in quick steps, holding your face in his hands and sealing your lips in a desperate kiss, as if that could prove that everything was fine.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered against your lips, hands shaking, thumbs stroking yours cheeks.

“Bad vase doesn't break early.” You joked and Five laughed softly, his forehead touching your. “Were you hurt?”

He denied it, still with you, as if letting you was impossible. Maybe it was.

“I got distracted, I'm sorry that we let them escape and...”

Five interrupted your sentence

“Sweetheart…” You stopped, bewitched by his tone of voice “You’re my entire world.”

Five wasn't calling Hazel and Cha-Cha right now. He would kill that entire Commission later. Later. Now the only thing that mattered was you.

“I shouldn't have broken our contracts with the commission. I shouldn't have put you in this.” He said “But ... but I am very selfish, and even though I knew it would be better to let you go back to the Commission, I cannot live without you...”

“Hey, I not go come back.” You held his hands that were on your face, looking at him with love "My place is with you.”

“I promise you that I will never let anyone else hurt you. Even if I have to kill every single person on this planet. ” Five guaranteed “There are no limits when it comes to you. I'll do anything to keep you safe. ”

You smiled, put your lips together in a passionate kiss and whispered:

“I only need you, my love. Forever.”

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elliesfern · 3 years ago

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bird cage - chapter one

summary - you’re on the run after escaping the cult you grew up in, the seraphites. you run into a woman who completely changes your course and are unsure whether or not the she will let you live.

pairing - fem reader x ellie. both characters are in their 20s.

warnings - violence, weapons, guns, blood, nsfw. 18+ only.

a/n - hi! i had this idea and couldn’t help but just start writing and i’m really liking where the story is going. the first chapter is pretty short but the second is longer, promise. let me know what you guys think and i’ll post another chapter. it’s my first tlou fic so please be gentle. enjoy!

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It’s been months. Months of exhaustion, months of not knowing when you’d eat next, months of fighting to live one more day.

But you had to leave. It simply was no longer an option to stay.

You didn’t know how far you’d come or where you were. It wouldn’t be possible for you to point out your location on even the simplest of maps. All you could do was walk, and walk, and when necessary, run.

A rustling noise came from a bush a few meters away, startling you and causing you to drop to the ground. Your reflexes are fast though, and before you could even comprehend it you had your bow and arrow in hand, ready to fire. Your bow was old, and if inanimate objects could look tired, it certainly would. But it did the job, and it was all you had time to grab when you left.

You were skilled with your bow, to say the least, and always kept a steady hand no matter what. But today was different. Today something felt off. You noticed your hand was quivering and you couldn’t focus the same as usual. You were too hungry, too tired. You couldn’t help but wonder how long you could actually last before finding a safe place to settle down, if that would ever even happen, if you’d even make it. But you couldn’t afford to consider those possibilities, because considering them meant being defeated. It meant the Seraphites had won.

A deer emerged from where your arrow was pointed and your chest softened in relief. You felt your stomach twinge in hunger and kept your bow pointed at the innocent creature, but you knew it was useless. You knew you wouldn’t be able to lug around a dead deer and you certainly didn’t have the tools to prepare it, unless you wanted to take a bite out of it raw. You didn’t.

You slung your bow over your shoulder alongside your backpack you had found a few weeks ago and stood up from the crouch position you had been in. You took a moment to check your surroundings and you had to admit that in such an ugly world, it could look entirely beautiful in moments. Sometimes it felt so easy to imagine you were existing in the old world. That you weren’t struggling to survive everyday and you were reliving all the stories you had been told from the elders in your village.

You continued on your walk, with absolutely no clue as to where you’d end up by evening. You hoped you’d be lucky enough to come across an empty building that you could stay in for the night, but you seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. And even if you weren’t, the likelihood of any kind of shelter being clear was extremely rare.

The light sound of gushing water came flooding into your ears. You took your best guess to figure out which direction it was coming from and headed on. Luckily you had become pretty decent at this kind of thing in the last couple of months so you were able to reach it relatively fast. Before you was a river running down between a bank and large rocks. You bent down with cupped hands and slurped some of the fresh water. It tasted like calmness. Stillness. Like freedom. Like how you used to think your old life should’ve made you feel. It never did.

Without warning, the click of a gun was heard from behind you and as you stood up and spun around your stomach felt like it emptied despite there being only a gulp of water inside. Facing you was the barrel of a gun you’d never seen before.

“Drop your weapon.” A voice spoke. You reluctantly complied with the request by taking off your backpack and nodded at the woman standing before you.

“Why are you here?” She questioned. Her voice was stern and you could tell you had to choose your next words carefully.

“I’m not trying to cause trouble, i’m just looking for somewhere safe to go.” You desperately but calmly pleaded your case, but she shook her head in response quickly.

“Bullshit. You’re a Scar. I’m not gonna ask you again, tell me why you’re here.” You suddenly became hyper aware of the scars that danced across your cheeks and all you could feel was resentment. There was no way to deny that that was once a part of you.

“I was. I escaped. I’ve been gone for a couple of months, I think.” The woman just looked you up and down, still with her gun cocked pointing at you.

“Get on your knees.” She instructed, motioning her head to the ground in front of her without ever taking her eyes or gun off of you. You complied, but you were terrified. You knew this wasn’t going to end well for you. The people with the guns were monsters.

In a heat of the moment decision you swiftly lent forward and bit down on the girl’s leg so hard that you could taste blood. She groaned agonisingly and fired a careless shot from her gun at the side of your head but you managed to scurry away as you began sprinting. You didn’t get far before you felt a force from behind you knock you completely off your feet and all of a sudden you were on your stomach on the ground with the girl on top of you pinning you down with her body and holding your hands in place behind your own back.

“Don’t fucking move or i’ll put a bullet through your head.” She threatened, holding the gun against your skull now. You felt defeated. This was it. For maybe the first time ever you really wondered if you should’ve even left your home. Was this fate that you were facing worse than being in a constant war? Practicing something you only half believed in? Hiding who you were everyday of your life? Maybe. Maybe it wasn’t worse, you thought.

The woman practically dragged you up from the ground with only one arm and for just a moment you were slightly impressed by her strength to body ratio. AKA, she was pretty small. With the gun still pointed at your head, she wrapped her other arm around your collarbone to get a better grip on you. There was absolutely no escaping this. You were screwed.

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