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bracefacefreak · 5 years ago

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Beware long post below. Just some thoughts I had whilst I was re-reading twilight......

1) Sarcastic Bella is love. Sarcastic Bella is life. 2) No one can take away my headcanon black!Emmett with gorgeous tightly curled hair. Plus this means that he can totally teach Jasper about racism and why fighting for the Confederates was WRONG and they can support anti-racism charities together. 3) Jess’s little comment about Esme not being able to have children makes me so sad. 4) Ok, so Carlisle is a freaking surgeon. Like he spends his days elbows deep in people’s abdominal cavities. I have even more respect for him now if that’s possible. 5) Charlie’s lil crush on the Cullens is tots cute. 6) Wasted vampire trope #1 - the base instinctual fear that all human characters have around vampires, even though they can’t understand it. 7) Apparently Alice doesn’t give a shit about appearing human 8) Cute sibling moments-why didn’t we get these in the films? 9) What was the whole ‘electric current’ sensation that passed between Edward and Bella in science class? Is that ever explained? Do vampires conduct electricity now? 10) God damn it Charlie Swan, stop being precious. Also the fact Bella gets so choked up about her dad putting snow chains on her truck makes me so sad. Poor girl.

11) “No blood, no foul.” Not even trying to subtle are you Edward. 12) “...the doctor was in on it.” Literally almost fell over laughing. Poor darling Carlisle. 13) God, I forget all the angry scowling and even angrier silences. 14) I fucking love Bella’s petty inner monologue about rear-ending Ed’s volvo. Girl after my own heart. 15) Sam Uley-totally forgot he was only 19! 20) So Carlisle has been coming to forks for centuries. Even before the first settlers reached there. Interesting little fact nugget. 21) Angela is GAY! FFS Smeyer. 22) Bella’s equally petty inner monologue about non-fatally wounding Tyler so he can’t take her to the dance. This girl is a mood. 23) You know Emmett absolutely rinsed Edward about all his mooning and pining during their hunting trip. I’m talking about made up ridiculous cringe-worthy joke poetry about Bella’s eyebrows and some rather grotesque smooching faces. 24) “We all like to drive fast.” I totally headcanon that Esme is a fucking terrifying driver, after all she has shit to do-crazy vamp kids to keep in check, houses to restore, a very pretty husband to bone. 25) So much unsubtle foreshadowing. 26) “Grizzly is Emmett’s favourite.” This is 100% Emmett’s revenge on bear-kind for his almost-demise. 27) Wasted vampire trope #2 - vampires are able to communicate in tones too low and too high for humans to hear. Other animals however are a different matter. It’s not unusual for private conversation to be interrupted by baying dogs and the irritated meows of cats. 28) Why can Bella see blue veins in Edward’s arms? He doesn’t have blood? Did you even proofread this Smeyer? 29) Edward’s fears about facing Esme - I can just imagine Carlisle coming home to find Esme holding Edward there in a headlock, before looking up and saying your father’s here now, lets talk. Also poor Carlisle having to face Esme that evening and tell her Ed’s gone. 30) Wasted vampire trope #3 - the what Edward talks about his human feelings being hidden deep beneath his stronger vampire ones. I don’t feel we get to see much of this except for a few episodes of over-protectiveness and growling. This could have been much more interesting. 31) I would pay good money to hear more about Carlisle and Esme’s increasingly ridiculous and disastrous plots to try and get Edward and Rosalie together. I mean we think of them as the wise, mature adults but we all know that the Cullen children get some of their crazy from their parents. 32) I want an AU where Alice didn’t get her visions of Jasper and the Cullens and went absolutely feral, when the Cullens do run into her it’s as an enemy who they eventually persuade to their way of life.....or not. 33) Jasper’s gift is absolutely terrifying....I mean being able to manipulate people’s emotions, get them to feel what you want and by extension behave as you want. Ed even says he can use it on a crowd. That’s like supervillain level. 34) “You are mythical after all.” Ok so now I want an extended world of fantasy/horror/mythical beings. I’m talking mermaids/sirens, fay folk, ghosts etc. Make Forks like Gravity Falls or something. Please. 35) Edward whiny bitch Cullen repeatedly asking Bella if she’s going to tell her Dad that he’s her boyfriend. And if you think he stops doing this once their married, you’re wrong. 36) Edward’s forehead kisses are tots something he learned from watching Esme and Carlisle. I will die for this headcanon. 37) Edward tasting Bella’s tears. WTF!? WHY? WHAT AM I READING SMEYER!? 38) Carlisle found a real vampire nest at 23 years of age. He is canonically too clever for his own good. FFS sweety. 39) I forgot how much I enjoyed the part with Carlisle’s backstory. Also my poor bby boy suffered through his transformation without making a single noise. Even human!Carlisle had the self control of a saint. 40) Wasted vampire trope #4 - I know this has been mentioned before but the whole, vampires don’t need to breathe and get no relief from it but do it as habit. What other human habits and sensations do they have which have been altered by their transformation. 41) Aro and Carlisle playing tricks to try and get each other to drink from the other’s food source. It didn’t work cause of vamp smell obviously. I know I write this as if it’s playful, but we all knows Aro was a total bitch about it. 42) Edwin. Charlie Swan you are precious. Never change. 43) WHY DIDN’T WE GET TO SEE ALICE AND EMMETT HOLD HANDS IN THE FILMS! 44) “Occassionally Esme would call them to order.” I would pay good money to see this. Also does ‘ that include them’ include Carlisle? 45) Edward muttering a string of swear words both old and new, in multiple languages under his breath is a mood I recognise. 46) “Esme and Carlisle, they’ll have to leave, to hide forever!”.....”We’ve been there before.” I want this and every story of all the stupid reasons why the Cullens have had to flee the state/country in the past. Carlisle sometimes wonders whether all the trouble is worth it. This never happened when he was on his own. 47) I am unsurprisingly very much in favour of growling, snarling Alice Cullen. 48) Why does Bella have a secret cash hoard? Is that normal? Is it in case Renee’s dealers turn up demanding money? (Can you tell I’m not a Renee fan.) 49) Of course Esme installed fucking bombproof shutters on their house. My girl is so freaking extra. 50) How many speeding tickets have the Cullens collected over the years? 51) “He seems to stay just far enough away that I can’t hear what he’s thinking..” Was this just coincidence or did James somehow know about Ed’s power? 52) Alice sketches her visions sometimes - it’s something Esme taught her because sometimes her visions are so weird or disturbing or exhausting that Alice can’t voice them herself. So Esme came up with this way to try and help her get it out. 53) Wasted vampire trope #5 - vampires can speak so fast that humans can’t understand them. Just imagine Bella wandering in on a family discussion at the Cullen house and all she can hear is a high pitched squeaking because everyone is talking super fast. 54) Alice’s backstory makes me so sad 55) “Alice had a bit too much fun fabricating the evidence.” Ok, so two things: one, I absolutely wish we could have seen Alice destroying shit and two, I still don’t understand how they managed to convince anyone Bella fell down a flight of stairs, like did they have to push her down the stairs to ensure it looked realistic, did Ed spend ages artistically placing her in a suitable position. How did this work? 56) Also love that everyone just accepted that Bella would fall down stairs and through a window, she’s just that much of a clutz. 57) Also they stole a car and burned down a dance studio. The Cullens should have started a crime family, they wouldn’t have been good at it but it would have been hilarious. 58) Bella should have grown up with Charlie. End of. Renee sucks. 59) Charlie is absolutely crushing on Carlisle and I love it.

#sorry not sorry #twilight #reread #book #smeyer #mine #my thoughts

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 6 years ago

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hi blondeyes folks i have a exposition question about how much backstory people who have never played New Vegas need and how much I can get away with in later flashbacks. I originally started this piece at the line “The Day After the Dam,” which is a good chunk of the way down under the cut bc I tried to summarize the game in a hundred words and failed.

i personally prefer starting this thing at that line and then flashing back, but it does make it Extremely Difficult To Follow according to my sister who HAS seen the good the bad and the ugly and does NOT know a fuckin thing about new vegas

Blondie had been on some weird fucking jobs for Mr House, but picking up his final payment at this beautiful haunted corpse of a dead casino was was about an inch from a hard limit. For a few dollars less, he’d cut his losses and vanish north again. Buildings were supposed to have people in them, not an army of robots and a dead man that never came out.

Surely there were other, easier, less physically perilous ways to make a living.

Tracking a tiny foolhardy Courier and her punchy girlfriend to an alien abduction site with Angel Eyes, the most irritating mercenary in New Vegas had already washed his hands of working for House. Even if it meant he lost his room in New Vegas proper and had to find a place in the Freeside slums. Neither of them were particularly excited about informing technocrat ruler of New Vegas well before the bombs fell that they were terminating their agreement and their mark was vanished? vaporized? certainly dead after that great shock of electricity arcing up and over the desert, so the scenic route back to civilization it was.

Angel Eyes had gotten under his skin and stayed there until he started to accept it, even come to welcome the barbed banter and sardonic sniping on the long walk home. His waspish partner ghosted uncomfortably near the very tail of his peripheral vision the whole silent way into the decaying Lucky 38, the top lounge floors still somehow rotating around the spire.

When the same tiny woman covered in blood popped out of a hatch in the hotel lobby floor he hadn’t known existed, Blondie’s boot knife was already in his hand. Angel Eyes almost shot her with his tiny stupid holdout pistol out of pure reflex.

“Oh! It’s you two,” she said, peering up and around at them from behind her hatch-cover shield.

She hawked up something impressively disgusting to clear her throat, and upended his life. “House is dead. You work for me now. Know anything about elevators? My robot dog won’t go down the stairs.”

And then, two months later, after sending Blondie and Angel Eyes and all her other entourage on a series of increasingly bizarre errands, she did the impossible- united the Mojave against the neo-Roman Legion with its army of slaves.

She used two armies against a third- the New California Republic and House’s robot Securitrons to kill the Legion, and slaughtered Caesar and his top generals with her own hands.

She declared their weird little corner of the desert independent, threw the head of the NCR off Hoover Dam, kicked out the remnants of the NCR, and only then collapsed.

The Day After the Dam, five people and a cyborg dog dragged themselves downstairs to the lobby of House’s big dead hotel, where the Courier threw a rum & nuka at Blondie and tried to pop open a key on the edge of a pool table. Frowning, she chucked the key in Angel Eyes’ general direction and fumbled open a new rum & nuka.

“The Followers’ safehouse, up by Jacobstown and one-five-seven. Go. Sleep. You deserve it. I don’t plan on getting up for a month of Sundays.”

The gentle rumble of Dr. Arcade Gannon lurching down twenty flights of stairs came to a boiling roar, the stairwell door bounced open, Arcade bounced off Blondie, and immediately started yelling.

“Six, alcohol is a blood thinner and you are STILL ACTIVELY BLEEDING-”

“Fuck off, Doc.” she said without a trace of venom, and pointed waveringly at the three men as she limped back into the elevator, Veronica’s shoulder bunting in one bandaged shoulder and Christine with a gentle hand on the other.

“You two- don’t let my dog out, I don't want any more fucking dead mole rats gumming up th-” and the elevator cheerfully went BING! and rumbled its unsettling way upstairs.

“Caveat Samaritanus,” Arcade told the ceiling.

Blondie knew Angel Eyes just well enough to tell the difference between going perfectly still before lining up a shot and going perfectly still before he decided which way to break in a bad situation, and it was the latter this time, as Blondie stopped Rex from ducking out the door, one leg across the dog’s metal chest.

They stalemated there for a moment, man and dog, until Arcade stopped frowning at the ceiling and whistled Rex to a rat that had tried to go unnoticed behind the check-in desk.

Blondie noted that Angel Eyes was still standing solidly, determinedly, on top of the secret hatch, where the pattern didn’t quite align with the carpet and there was still a bullet graze.

#gay dollars

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purkinje-effect · 6 years ago

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 26

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As Preston vanished through the office door at the other end of the room in search of the stairs which led to the roof, ‘Choly turned to Sturges with a mess in his brain.

“Which of you would have gotten in the power armor, if I hadn’t come along? You said you’d had the idea before I got here. Surely, you’d drawn straws. MmhH,” ‘Choly waved his hands around, struggling to think, “rock-scissors-paper.”

Sturges knitted his brow and shrugged as he turned his back to resume picking at the data on the desk terminal.

“To be honest with you, we hadn’t gotten that far before Preston herded you inside. Apples to apples, at this point.”

“Do you want to help me help Preston from the balcony? I have spare guns.”

At ‘Choly’s urging, Angel produced the 10mm and .38 pistols and held them out in its pincers to the refugees’ handyman. Sturges only glanced over his shoulder before continuing, hunched over.

“No thanks. I’ve got a pistol. I’m... better tasked to sorting out information,” he shied. “I’ll take a fistful of .38 bullets if you’ve got any to spare, though.”

“Just as well, then.”

Angel set down a case beside the terminal, and followed ‘Choly to the balcony door. The chemist sat on the shallow shelf of a balcony, which lacked a guard rail either from damage or wear, and hugged the wall while he stared at his syringer rifle to strategize. He pushed his glasses up on his scrunched nose with a tremulous sigh. He still had five lockjoint syringes left, but the rifle wouldn’t have the fire rate or the ammo quantities required to give Preston a useful amount of cover aid. For now, he’d commit to the .38 because it had the better scope of the two bullet-based weapons, and absently, he requested it from Angel.

The scope. ‘Choly rubbed at his cataracted, chem-weary eyes from beneath his jamjar lenses. Despite the occasional bullet from the street ricocheting off the stone walls behind them, he didn’t even remember Angel hovered beside him until he’d already administered one of his last doses of Calmex to the fold of his elbow and leaned into the wall while it took effect.

“Sir, we’ve had this discussion once before,” it started, more terse with him than with the raiders firing at them. “You might have experienced ailments before we got to Lexington, but the chems have only deteriorated your health further. You’ve convinced yourself that they’re helping you function better, but you’re worse off than you’ve ever been. They’re eating holes in you. Holes only taking more chems can patch up--and for only so long--”

“--Nh. Now’s just about the last time to be riding me, Angel. You’re trying to tell me the chem habit’s slowly killing me. Rapidly maybe. But I promise you--if I hadn’t used it just now, we would all surely die. And I know for a fact that after what I did to Jared’s group, the survivors wouldn’t even use you for scrap metal.”

The Handy-Bot froze in place, wounded as the heavily modulated and unrestrained tone took hold in its owner’s voice. Slowly a rage built up inside it as it spoke.

“I would assert that I won’t always be there to coddle you after your bends upon bends of terrible choices, Mister Carey, but you and I would both know that would betray my programming. Now if you’ll excuse me, Mister Garvey requires my services far more than you do at present.”

It stormed off back inside, to later exit the front door, and it wasn’t until the damaged Mister Handy started tearing apart raiders with the circular saw attachment on one of its two remaining tendril limbs, that the chemist recalled that its laser attachment lay somewhere in the museum, thus robbing the robot of its ability to ranged attack. Angel had had no reason to follow him onto the balcony, other than to check on its owner. He nodded his head askew with a sour furrowed lip, acknowledging yet another poor decision on his part, but he did not linger on it.

If he didn’t clean this mess up, he’d have far more messes to clean up.

Preston jumped feet first off the roof, and ‘Choly bolted to attention at the impact wave which the velocity of the combined weight and gravity of the power armor created. ‘Choly didn’t hesitate to bank on the pseudo-tectonics knocking all the nearby raiders unsteady, and he fired an endangerol syringe on Gristle before slinging the syringer rifle onto his back. He dry-swallowed as he switched to the .38, and aimed a shot right at Gristle’s throat. About the time it would have landed, Gristle was torn whether to put his attention and rage to the chemist or the power armor clad Minuteman, and no one could tell whether it had been ‘Choly’s bullet or Preston’s as the minigun finally powered up to spray out a hundred bullets in a minute flat.

Before the sickly raider figurehead had even dropped to the rubbled concrete, he burst open with hungry bloatflies. The five of them immediately proceeded to opportunize the fresh injuries the minigun had wrought of the raiders. As ‘Choly looked on, frozen, he thought it had to be so much more painful than a horsefly bite. He grinned, wide-eyed and delirious that the flies were doing his bidding, even now, by helping rid Concord of raiders.

Preston stay motionless far longer than it took the overheated minigun to cool down and power back up, slowly shaking his head in disbelief. He let out a cracked, demanding yell and fired another spray, aiming for the flies more than anything else. Meanwhile, Angel zipped to and fro across the street, whistling a jaunty vaguely patriotic tune, mowing down raiders that had missed any of Preston’s bullets. One bloatfly missed fire altogether, and landed on a sawed-apart body with the intent to lay eggs. The Handy doubled back and chopped it in half with a tut-tut, not missing a beat before continuing on its path to clear the street.

All the while, ‘Choly sat frozen, watching the unfolding carnage. How many bloatfly darts had he fired the day before? Had any of the chems, the psycho included, somehow mutated or cloned the larvae in situ? If Gristle had incubated this many bloatflies to full gestation, how many had Jared? He distrusted his memory as to how any of the previous day had transpired, and just trying to make sense of it all got him sweating.

His eyes focused past Preston, past Gristle and the raiders, past Angel, and a whine came from deep in his lungs. The sewer grate, which had covered the sidewalk drain near the municipal plutonium well at the end of the street, flew through the air and landed a block away. From the sewers emerged a creature larger than even Preston in the power armor. Scaly. At once bot hulking and lanky. Spiraling, deranged black horns sweeping back from its head but goring forward. Its teeth jutted from its slightest insinuation of lips. It let out a roar and displayed two-foot-long black claws before it rapidly stormed forward and closed the gap between itself and the museum.

Instinctively, ‘Choly switched back to the syringer rifle, and loaded it with the remaining lockjoint. The monster was so fast that it took three attempts to shoot it before it finally lurched in place. Just as it fell over in rigor, Preston’s minigun hit optimum recharge, and he riddled the monster with bullets. The Minuteman’s heavy breathing was visible even through the simply plated armor.

“I don’t know how long the lockjoint will hold,” ‘Choly yelled down to Preston. “Unload everything you’ve got into that thing!”

The chemist fired another lockjoint syringe at the monster, for safe measure, and it regained just enough range of motion to lash out at Preston from its place in the street. Before it even connected with Preston’s leg, Angel descended upon it and chopped off the offending arm with zeal. If ‘Choly’s ears rang that badly from the echo of Preston emptying the entire remaining magazine to guarantee the thing was dead, it was a wonder Preston could even hear at all.

“Was that... the last of it?” Preston wondered aloud to himself, in disbelief.

“I do believe an all-clear is in order, Mister Garvey,” Angel praised. “Splendid!”

‘Choly didn’t stay outside long enough to receive any praise. Tears rolled down his face, though he experienced no fear or sadness, and he hobbled into the office to shepherd the refugees to regroup elsewhere.

“It’s over,” he told them with a fatigue. “Let’s meet Preston and Angel downstairs.”

“I’ll help you down the stairs, Mama Murphy,” Sturges offered with a pleasant insistence.

“Thank you, boy. You’re too sweet.”

“Jun, let’s follow,” Marcy urged.

Her addled, dark-haired husband didn’t seem to come back to earth, though he complied in coming with her to stay with the group. ‘Choly wondered if it was trauma, or possibly chems, since Mama definitely had some access to them.

“Do you need help with the stairs, Carey?” Sturges asked as he focused on careful taking Mama locked arm-in-arm. “I’m sure Marcy would help you, since your Mister Handy hasn’t come back inside yet.”

“I-- I’m fine,” ‘Choly spouted off, giving the Longs a dismissive wave. He took the stairs one at a time, steadying himself with his cane as he went. “Just get yourselves down to the atrium.”

“Fine by me,” Marcy muttered bitterly.

“Hey, isn’t that your Handy’s laser attachment?” the handyman wondered as they neared the bottom of the flight of stairs between the third and second stories. “Marcy, maybe you could show your gratitude for Carey’s help today, by retrieving that for him. It’ll be easier to repair Angel later, with all the original parts.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” She did as asked, softening in awareness that she’d sounded ungrateful, but not softening enough to sound apologetic.

As they all arrived at the ground floor, Preston came inside, no longer wearing the power armor, and accompanied by Angel. He immediately rushed up as Sturges was helping Mama to sit at one of the waiting line benches, eyes wide with a mixture of concern and relief.

“Take it easy, Mama Murphy. You okay?”

“I’m fine, Preston,” she bluffed. “Quit your fussin’. You’re the one we should be tendin’ to.”

“I’m fine, too.” He straightened, not realizing he hadn’t assessed if he truly was. “Shaken, but okay.”

“Does anyone require refreshments?” Angel came up with a canister of fresh water in its pincer, and handed it to Mama Murphy. “Madam, the first canister has your name on it.”

“I am a little thirsty, I admit.” She smiled, patting Sturges and Angel both on the hand. “But really, stop fawning over me. We’ve all been through a lot.”

“I think we all could use a drink right now,” Marcy jabbed.

“I might not have been able to bring my full wet bar with me on such short notice,” ‘Choly offered with a pleasant smile, missing the sarcasm altogether, “but I’m sure I have something stronger than water, if that’s to your liking.”

She flinched when he took her comment seriously.

“I, no. Water’s... strong enough for me.” When Angel handed her the next canister, she first offered its laser back to it, which it put in its limited storage space appreciatively. Then she nodded with a small gratitude, and split it with her husband.

“All the same.” ‘Choly smiled self-consciously, feeling like none of them trusted him in that moment. Not even Angel.

“I have never seen anything more horrible in my life,” Preston remarked, eyes a mile away. “That deathclaw... I must have woken it up when I jumped down from the roof. Or maybe from all the gunfire.” He got lost in thought a moment, and straightened his hat a little better, from it having gotten mashed down on his head inside the helmet. “Damn it all, we got lucky.”

“What the hell was that thing?” The chemist sat on a bench to himself and set his cane in his lap to rub at his face. “A deathclaw? What could that possibly have once been?”

“...Where did those bloatflies even come from?” Preston continued, still locked in struggling both to and not to recall the course of events. “They came out of nowhere... I can’t have seen it right. They, they didn’t come out of that raider... Did they?”

“You... you saw right,” ‘Choly replied, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer. “I put them there. I’m sorry you had to be the one to deal with them. I forget not everyone handles insect encounters as smoothly as I do.”

Preston snapped back to reality and faced ‘Choly with intensity on his face.

“I’m not even going to ask for clarification on that. Especially since the raiders chasing after you were screaming that you wiped out their home base. That’s... impressive. I can’t say anything nice, except say I’m impressed. There are settlers nearby who’ve been plagued by Jared for some time now. Suppose they can sleep easier now, thanks to you. And so can we, hopefully. It’s not much, but here’s a case of fusion cells. It’s the least we can do.”

‘Choly put up both hands and refused them, but an explanation for the refusal came poorly.

“Give them to Angel. ...It was my fault they even got that difficult to contend with in the first place. If I’d only taken down Jared sooner. But instead, I indulged them for months with whatever chems they wanted. I’m just glad they didn’t get to the worst of it until yesterday... Oh, oh yes, yesterday... I’m sorry. I realize that’s... when they tore after the lot of you...”

“They’ll do me wonders once my laser’s repaired, Mister Garvey! Thank you.”

“You dismantled that outfit, just you and Angel,” he told Carey as he gave the ammunition to Angel. “That’s impressive in its own right. Those raiders were manipulative and deadly. The fact they’re gone is monumental. You deserve a piece of recognition in it, no matter how you went about it, and no matter what you did for them before turning the tide.” The Minuteman paused a moment, working on his phrasing. “Before I went up to the roof, you said something about being on the right side of history for once. I don’t know what kind of shadow you might have ever walked in, but I think today proves better than anything that you can do the right thing when you put your heart in it.”

“I hope your heart stays true, kid,” Mama pitched in. “‘Cause you’re gonna walk a long, hard road. I saw it.”

“You. You saw it.” ‘Choly readjusted his glasses and sniffed.

“The sight’s sometimes foggy, but it ain’t a liar. You’re a man out of time. Out of hope. But all’s not lost. I can... feel it. You’re not supposed to be here.”

‘Choly frowned, exhausted beyond words.

“I just had my house burned down by raiders. Where the hell am I supposed to go?”

“Look. I know how I sound. But you have unfinished business. Something about succeeding... no, exceeding? Hopefully that makes more sense to you than it does to me. But I don’t need the sight to know where you should come in the mean time. Come to Sanctuary with us, Carey.”

The chemist removed his glasses to wipe all the sorry from his face, leaving only terror and loathing.

“...Lowell. Bozhemoy it just doesn’t end, does it.”

“I’m... tired. Maybe you bring me some chems later. The Sight might paint a clearer picture then.”

“Mama Murphy, we talked about this,” Preston objected sternly. “That junk... It’s gonna kill you.”

“Shush, Preston. We’re all gonna die anyway. We’re gonna need the sight. And our new friend here, he’s gonna need it, too.” Dismissing contention, she stood with a grunt and started for the door. “Let’s get goin’. Sanctuary awaits.”

“All right, folks,” Preston announced. “Thanks to Angel’s and Carey’s help, it’s safe to move out. We’re headed for that place Mama Murphy knows about: Sanctuary. It’s not too far, she says.”

“She knows about it?” Marcy snipped acridly, dead-planting where she stood and holding her husband with both arms. “More like she had one of her ‘visions’ while she was stoned out of her gourd. And now you want us to just head out on a wild goose chase based on no better plan than ‘Mama Murphy saw it’?”

“It can hardly turn out worse than--”

As everyone erupted into bickering, Sturges threw up his hands, his can of water still in one, and tutted everyone.

“Ho-- Hoo--- Hold on. Everybody just take it easy,” he soothed. “We’re all in this together, right? So Marcy, you have a better idea of what we should do next?” She said nothing, glowering at Mama, who ignored it. Sturges grinned slyly. “...Anybody...?”

“I know where it is,” ‘Choly admitted. “Sanctuary Hills. I’ve been there. Only a few months ago. Last I checked, it’s... it’s all but abandoned.”

Everyone stared at him, stunned but unsurprised that he’d sided with Mama.

“Well then, Sanctuary it is. Let’s just hope it lives up to its name.”

“Let’s go, Jun.”

“Oh. Uh, ok.” The first words ‘Choly had heard come from Jun in his entirety of occupying the same room as him.

On their way out of the Museum, Angel stopped in front of ‘Choly, who followed last, and he sighed in defeat.

“I’m not thirsty,” he uttered, eyes wild with desperation.

“I simply wished to offer to carry you, Mister Carey. It wouldn’t do for me to neglect to at least offer.”

“Always have to be the b--” He smiled in bitter apprehension, eyes on the door and not Angel. “No, no, I’ll do it myself. Don’t you worry. You take care of everyone else.”

“As you wish,” it sighed in resignation, recognizing the reaction for what it was. It rushed up alongside to offer Mama Murphy to carry her in the same way it would carry its owner. “Come along, Madam! First Class!”

“You make me feel like a queen, Angel,” she sigh-smiled, hugging the very top of its chassis once she had mounted the Handy. “An old gal could get used to this kind of attention.”

The tears shifted from flowing out of stress to flowing out of hurt, and all Carey could appreciate as they exited Northwest out of Concord was that he was dead last, and that none of them could see the hurt he wore on his face.

Marcy and Sturges looted the raiders for weapons, rations, and viable leather armor, and Preston got back into the power armor to bring it along with them. ‘Choly approached the corpse of the reptilian monstrosity, and raised a claw with the tip of his cane. Too humanoid to be an alligator or crocodile. He couldn’t say he remembered horns or claws anything like these. From the looks of what was left of the raiders, none of the bloatflies survived either, larva or otherwise.

“What even was this thing before the war?”

“I’ve always known them to be whatever they are nowadays,” Preston replied. “I’m just glad it’s the first one I’ve ever seen face to face. Anyway, I hope you don’t mind me keeping the F.C. We might need this suit of armor to defend ourselves in our new home.”

“No, no. Keep it. You need it far more than I do.” His wild eyes remained wet, but mixed with anxiety from the sustained presence of the power armor. “I... as long as I can keep this thing’s paw. Hand. Whatever it might be.”

Angel came nearer and wordlessly picked up the one it had severed before.

“A trophy?” the Minuteman wondered. “You can mount its head on a wall, for all I care. As long as we can keep moving.”

“...More like a reminder how little I belong here,” he uttered under his breath, falling back to last place again as they pressed onward.

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t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o · 6 years ago

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Broken Promises

Pt. 4

I hope you enjoy this part, let me know what you think eh?

Warnings: I think a few swear words

~T-Rex 💕🦖

3 weeks, 3 weeks is all it takes for Shawn to become really homesick. He’s watched all of the videos saved on his phone. He’s scrolled through pictures, even posting some throw backs on Instagram.

Now he’s currently looking at you through a computer screen, gazing as you watch your son. The little boy sitting in the middle of the living room playing with his blocks.

“Why is he still up babe?” Shawn asks you, running a hand through his hair.

“Hmm? Oh he’s just being fussy, I think he’s getting ready to cut more teeth. Isn’t that right bubba?” You ask smiling at the little boy before looking at your fiancé.

He smiles at you sweetly, wishing he could be with you. Spencer lifts his head at the sound of Shawn’s voice, making grabby hands at the laptop. A whine coming out of his mouth around his pacifier, frown etching onto his mouth.

“What? What’s up Spence? Oh my god...Shawn! Shawn!” You gasp, flipping the laptop around to show your son on shaking legs. Shawn shoots up in his bed, smiling widely.

“Keep talking.” You whisper, tears filling your eyes as you look at your youngest. Heart squeezing in anticipation of his first steps ever.

“Hi bubba! Oh my god look at you! You’re getting so big!” Shawn coos at the screen, watching as Spencer takes his first two steps.

Before toppling to his hands and knees, giggling as he looks at his father. You set the computer on the coffee table, lifting your son up.

“You took your first steps! Mama is so proud of you!” You say dancing around the living room with him, getting him to squeal. Shawn laughing giddily as he takes a video of you on his phone.

“Mama? Wha’s happening?” Stella asks sleepily as she steps down the stairs. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, her hair a mess in its French braid.

“Stells! Spencey took his first steps!” You crow excitedly, she smiles widely. Swinging your son around a bit on your hip, his little fingers gripping your shirt.

“Spencey!” She yells happily, running to you so you can lift her onto your other hip. Shawn’s smile falters as he gets hit with the realization that he’s missing out on another big thing.

“Daddy!” Stella says happily as she sees him in the computer screen. Leaning in your hold to look at him better, showing her small front teeth.

“Hi bunny!” He responds, putting a smile on his face. You crouch down in front of the camera, smiling breathlessly. Shawn returns your sweet stare, eyes flicking over you three.

“I’m gonna see you guys really soon.” He states, both of the kids resting against you as their adrenaline wears off.

“We know, we’re proud of you back here. So so proud of you bubs.” You say to him, getting a light flush to form on his cheeks.

“I love you guys, go get some sleep eh?”

“I love you daddy!”

“I love you too honey, go and play your heart out for them.” You both smile before the three of you blow kisses.

~few weeks later~

“And look at Miss. Stella Rose, is measuring in this corner at 37 1/2 inches! Which is almost two more inches since daddy left!” You say smiling as you kneel next to your little girl, holding a tape measure next to her head.

Haley holding your phone and video taping. Stella wraps her arms around your neck tightly squealing happily. A wide toothy grin on her little face as she looks at her aunt.

“I’m gonna be as tall as daddy!” She states, you laugh softly and nod your head. Arms circling around her waist as you stand up.

“That would be a sight eh?” You respond looking at Haley the both of you chuckling still.

~few hours later~

“Did you get the video?” You ask, moving around the house as you FaceTime Shawn. Shutting off lights, setting the alarm system, and double checking the door.

“I did...she’s getting so big.” He murmurs a hint of sadness in his tone. Eyes downcast to the crisp, white hotel sheets underneath his body.

“She’s convinced she’s gonna be taller than you now.” You tell him, striving to get a smile on his face. Heart hurting as his expression gives him away like usual.

“Yea? Well she’d have to grow a whole bunch more.” You smile and nod a bit, climbing into your usually shared bed. Pulling the navy blue comforter up to your chest.

“Mm I can’t wait to see you.” Shawn says smiling as he looks at you, the gentle glow of your lamp casting over you. Admiring the way your glasses rest on your nose, skin looking healthy and glowing, your lips plush and kissable.

“I can’t wait to see you either honey. I’ve missed you a lot.” You admit, biting on your lower lip. He frowns a bit and nods his head in understanding.

“Just three more week.” He tells you, keeping the butterflies in his stomach at bay as he thinks of his true plans.

“Mhm just three more weeks and I get to lounge in the sun with you while drinking a glass of wine.” You state getting a laugh to leave his mouth.

“I would fucking love that.” He murmurs, you smile again and sigh happily.

“So I’ve been thinking.”

“Yea baby?”

“What if we just get married? No big ceremony, no huge reception, just us and our babies. Our families and that’s it, we can throw a party later.” You say, laying back in your pillows.

“Mm I think our parents would kill us...our mums would definitely hang us.”

“Yea I guess they probably would.” His chocolate eyes analyze your face, before he sighs softly.

“You’re gonna be my wife...I’m not losing you anytime soon. I’m not leaving you, I’m not seeing anyone else while I’m away. You’ve got a third of my heart baby.” He tells you, trying to squash your insecurities.

“Well I mean...there are really good looking models in...where are you...Australia...yea Australia this time of year.” You state, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“But none of them are you.”

“But none of them have stretch marks on random places of their bodies, they haven’t carried two babies, they also probably shave more often than I do.” Shawn listens as you go on about your little ‘imperfections’.

“Baby...baby...honey!” He says a little louder each time, effectively getting your attention.

“I love each and every one of your stretch marks, because those marks are from life. They show just how much your body has been through. I fucking love that you’ve carried two of my babies, because without you they wouldn’t be perfect. And honey...I don’t give a fuck about your body hair.” He promises, seeing the flush start on your neck and ears.

“I love you sweetheart, I don’t want some 19 year old model who hasn’t been through anything. Who hasn’t experienced the best parts in life. I want you, my partner in crime, my best friend, and my soulmate.” You feel the tears well up in your eyes.

“Shut up Mendes...gonna make me cry.”

“Hey...you’re gonna be a Mendes real soon too. Can’t keep calling me that.”

“I will call you Mendes until the day I die, it is what I’ve called you since we were 15.” He chuckles softly and shakes his head, looking up as Andrew comes into the room.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you too S, go and smash the show.” You both blow kisses before hanging up. You sighing softly and laying back on your pillows.

Feeling like that love sick 18 year old again, with a giddy smile on your face you fall into a sweet dreamland.

~2 weeks later~

Shawn slowly slips into the house, setting his bags and guitar case down by the front entrance. Before creeping up the stairs, checking his phone to see the time. ‘3:38 am’ displaying back at him, smiling to himself he continues his journey up towards you.

“Baby...baby wake up.” Shawn whispers as he sits on the edge of the bed, gently shaking your shoulder.

“Mm no Hales I just fell asleep please go away.” You mumble batting at the hand on your shoulder with a quiet whine. Trying to tug the blanket up your bare shoulder more.

“Well I’m not Haley...but I can go away.” Shawn says chuckling, your eyes crack open.

“Shawn!” You gasp sitting up as fast as you can, almost getting tangled in the sheets. Fighting against them to get to his body.

Your arms flinging around his neck, pulling him in as tight as you can. He laughs softly and hugs around your waist, kissing your head.

“Surprise baby! And happy early birthday!” He coos sweetly, nuzzling close to you. He feels tears soaking his shirt, before he’s detaching you from him.

“Why are you crying? What’s wrong? Oh my god!”

“I I’m so happy that you’re here, we’ve never spent a birthday apart. And I I missed you so much.” You cry, wiping at your face to no avail as more tears come flowing. He cups your cheeks, pulling you in for more kisses.

“Oh honey, you scared me! Don’t do that!” He says laughing softly and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“How did you come home early?” You whisper, holding onto his biceps. Not wanting their to be any space between you.

“After Spence’s party I moved some things around with Andrew. It didn’t get finalized until a two weeks ago though. But I’ve got the next two weeks off, and I’m taking you on vacation with our babies.” He tells you, brushing your hair back gently.

“I love you...I love you so much. I don’t need a vacation. You being home is more than enough.” You murmur pulling him in for a much needed kiss, his body following yours down to the bed.

“Baby...we’ve gotta pack you guys up. Or we’re gonna miss our flight.” Shawn murmurs, your lips dragging down his jaw. His breathing stuttering in his chest as he feels his stomach clench.

“Are you really saying no?”

“Oh no...I’m taking full advantage of the fact that both of our families will be there.” He responds shaking his head, you smile softly as you look up at him. Before he leans in and kisses you again, smiling against your mouth.

“Stella! Stella baby wake up!” You coo, gently rubbing her back. Now fully clothed in a pair of leggings and one of Shawn’s merch sweaters.

“Mm mama I’m tired.” She mumbles curling into herself more.

“But bunny...daddy’s home.” Shawn says from the doorway, holding a half asleep Spencer in his arms now. She looks up, before she her eyes widen comedically rushing to get out of bed.

“Daddy!” She cries, lifting her arms up and letting Shawn pick her up. Both of his babies cuddling into his neck, Stella’s face split into a large grin.

“Mama he’s home! Daddy’s home!” She tells you excitedly, you smile and rise from her bed.

“Yea baby he’s home!” You reply, sharing a fond look with your husband.

“Alright I think we’ve got everything.” You murmur looking around at the four suitcases in the front room. Just as Jake’s truck pulls up, headlights flashing in through the windows.

“We’re good baby, we’ve got everything. Let’s get going eh?” Shawn asks smiling as he lifts Spencer’s car seat. Stella holding her own little princess backpack. Star sticking out of the top of it, while Spencer holds his lion.

“Yea I’m good, hi Jake.” You say smiling at the body guard once you’ve opened the door.

“Alright family lets get going!” He cheers, grabbing three of the bags while you grab one. Leaving Shawn with the kids, watching him carefully walk out.

Holding Stella’s hand and helping her jump down the stairs. Before you pull the door shut behind you, locking it and following your family.

~vacation time~

“Shawn...this is beautiful.” You murmur looking out at the view of the ocean from your balcony.

“Mm not as beautiful as you.” He replies, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your collar bones. You snort softly and shake your head a bit, smiling to yourself.

“I think they are conked out for a little bit at least.” Shawn states looking back at your two sleeping children. Spencer in his playpen, pacifier next to him. Stella in the twin sized bed next to the queen. Her bunny stuck under her arm while she lays star fished on the bed.

“Oh yea I’m sure they are.”

“I’m pretty tired actually.” He says, guilt sleeping into his voice.

“Mm me too.” You look up at him, gasping as he leans down and kisses you. Hand coming up to cup your cheek, rubbing across the bone gently.

“I fucking love you so much.” Shawn whispers, pressing your lower back into the railing.

“I love you too...you big goon.” You tease, slightly breathless from his kisses.

“And we are gonna spend your birthday right.”

“After a nap...or I’m not going anywhere.” He chuckles softly and lets you turn him to go into the bedroom. Both of you stripping to your pajamas. Before crawling into bed, his body nestling up behind yours. Arm slinging across your waist, nose nuzzling into your hair.

“Missed you so much.” He mumbles, sleep already heavy in his voice.

“Mm missed you too honey.” You reply, fingers interlacing with his. He moves his hand to cup yours, gently running his thumb across your engagement ring. Smiling softly to himself as he nestles closer to your body heat. Drifting off to the sounds of your soft breathing and the ocean outside.

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #fluffy

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imjustthemechanic · 6 years ago

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Natalie Jones and the Golden Ship

Part 1/? - A Meeting at the Palace Part 2/? - Curry Talk Part 3/? - Princess Sitamun Part 4/? - Not At Rest Part 5/? - Dead Men Tell no Tales Part 6/? - Sitamun Rises Again Part 7/? - The Curse of Madame Desrosiers Part 8/? - Sabotage at Guedelon Part 9/? - A Miracle Part 10/? - Desrosiers’ Elixir Part 11/? - Athens in October Part 12/? - The Man in Black Part 13/? - Mr. Neustadt Part 14/? - The Other Side of the Story Part 15/? - A Favour Part 16/? - A Knock on the Window Part 17/? - Sir Stephen and Buckeye Part 18/? - Books of Alchemy Part 19/? - The Answers Part 20/? - A Gift Left Behind Part 21/? - Santorini Part 22/? - What the Doves Found Part 23/? - A Thief in the Night Part 24/? - Healing Part 25/? - Newton’s Code Part 26/? - Montenegro Part 27/? - The Lost Relic Part 28/? - The Homunculinus Part 29/? - The End is Near Part 30/? - The Face of Evil Part 31/? - The Morning After Part 32/? - Next Stop Part 33/? - A Sighting in Messina Part 34/? - Taormina Part 35/? - Burning Part 36/? - Recovery Part 37/? - Pilgrimage to Vesuvius Part 38/? - The Scent of Hell Part 39/? - She’ll be Coming Down the Mountain Part 40/? - Stowaways Part 41/? - Bon Voyage Part 42/? - Turnabout Part 43/? - The Apple Part 44/? - Vesuvius Wakes Part 45/? - Fire At Sea Part 46/? - The Real Jim Part 47/? - Return to Naples Part 48/? - La Mela Part 49/? - A Demonstration Part 50/? - Out of the Frying Pan Part 51/? - Into the Fire Part 52/? - The Last Homunculus Part 53/? - Transmission Part 54/? - Metamorphosis Part 55/? - Jones and the Cat

The ship had some passengers we’d forgotten about...

Nat watched him vanish indoors, and then heard a groan under her feet. High above her on the ship’s superstructure was the Galaxy Lounge – the tower supporting it was starting to tilt dangerously. Beyond, shining in the first glow of sunrise, the bridge began to gleam golden. She had to go.

And god damn it, so did Jim. Never mind being drowned, he was going to be crushed when the ship fell apart. It wouldn’t matter if he managed to transmute himself or not. To hell with free will, she had to stop him.

“Jim!” she shouted, running back towards the stairs.

There was no response. He was already a flight or two down. He couldn’t hear her.

“Jim!” she said, and burst through the doors to the stairway. It was a stupid thing to do, and she knew it – it was far more likely to get her killed than to save him… but in a way, that was the point. Natasha had been trained in her youth to leave people behind if she had to. The important thing was to complete the mission and get out, and if somebody else had to be sacrificed, well, better them than her. But she was trying to be better than that, and that meant she couldn’t leave him.

Two flights down, the rugs were glittering under her feet. When she stepped off onto the tile, the slick metal was difficult to keep her footing on – there was a reason kinds and emperors preferred golden carpets to golden floors. “Jim!” she shouted down the stairs. “Jim! Come back!”

Somewhere not far away, a tremendous metallic thud echoed through the structure as something fell. The light coming down the stairs from the brightening sky dimmed a little. Was her way out blocked.

One more try, she decided. One more try and if he didn’t answer, she was leaving without him.

“Jim!” She tried to start down the next flight.

Her foot slipped on the gold, and she had to grab the railing. It, too, was soft metal that bent under her weight, and came away from the wall, tossing her down the steps to land in seawater at the bottom. Golden foam was floating on the surface of it. If Jim were down here, he was probably already dead. Nat splashed back to the stairs to start climbing them again on all floors.

“Jim!” she shouted again. “Please answer me!”

Then she did hear an answer, but it wasn’t a human voice. Instead, it was a distant animal caterwaul. Nat sucked in her breath between her teeth. The Contessa’s menagerie… she wouldn’t have been allowed to take them with her while evacuating the ship. Jim might be about to die, but he was a human being, aware of the danger and able to take steps to save himself if he decided. These animals, shut up in a room by their selfish mistress, were helpless.

“God damn it,” said Natasha out loud. If she were really trying to be a better person, there was only one thing she could now do.

She splashed through the water towards the back of the ship, which was fortunately uphill – the prop of the ship was transmuting faster, leaving the stern up in the air like the back of the Titanic. That also meant there was less gold here, and Nat was able to use the handrails installed for use of disabled passengers to haul herself up the slope towards the best suites at the rear. There was the sign – Bellatrix Suite. Below it, the card reading Lady Andretti’s Family was still there, if damp.

Nat opened a fire cabinet, pulled out the extinguisher, and broke the door open.

The Samoyed, the largest of the dogs, was just inside, and barreled out on top of her. It was all Nat could do not to roll the entire way back down the hallway to the water. She grabbed a railing in one hand and the dog’s collar in the other, and then had to wrestle the animal back into the room while using her legs and feet to try to control the yorkie, the bichon, and the rottweiler, which were trying to follow it out.

“Sit! All of you! Sit!” she ordered. “Arresta! Sedersi! Sedersi!”

“I shall fall like a bright exhalation in the evening!” proclaimed the parrot.

“No soliloquies,” Natasha ordered.

“And no man see me more!” it continued.

Ignoring it this time, Natasha dragged the struggling Samoyed to the balcony door, and then wrestled it open with one hand. When she looked out, the sun was just starting to come up over Vesuvius, and she could see a little boat coming out from the harbor towards the ship. Was that the others coming to look for her? The coast guard or the port authority? Didn’t matter – it was somebody who could save the animals.

“Up we go!” said Nat, and heaved the dog over the balcony edge. It slid down the stern on all fours and she heard the splash as it hit the water.

The yorkie and the bichon were easy – she could pick them up and hurl them off. The parrot she let out of its cage, and it immediately flew to the balcony itself and was gone. The rottweiler was terrified, and had to be dragged by the collar as the ship tilted more and more, leaning to the side as well as to the front.

She almost had the dog to the door when there was a horrible screech of bending metal. Everything shook again, and the ship must have broken in two – the stern section swung back down to horizontal, and then immediately tipped over on its side. Natasha, the remaining animals, and what little furniture was still in the room were all thrown against the side wall in a heap. The serval’s enormous litter box slammed into the wall right beside her, showering her in both litter and cat shit. The room’s chandelier came free and smashed not far away, spraying glass from the bulbs. Nat threw an arm over her eyes, and could feel pinpricks as some of the shards pierced her skin.

The remains of the ship were sinking fast now. She had to keep going. Nat knew she had it in her to do so. If they’d been expecting her back at the Red Room with these animals in hand, perhaps for a ransom or something, she would have picked herself up and kept going. If they’d been expecting her to bring back Jim, she would have gone into the bowels of the ship and retrieved him or died trying. But right now the only person expecting anything of Natasha was herself. The urge to just sit there, to just shut her eyes and give up and let it happen, was surprisingly powerful. She could. The others would assume she’d done everything she could. She’d saved most of the animals and maybe Jim and Perenelle could make it on her own.

“No,” she said out loud, and picked herself up again. Glass on the floor bit into her stocking feet. “No, you’re better than that.”

She grabbed the rottweiler again. With the ship on its side, the balcony door she’d been using was now six feet up on a vertical wall. Knowing it would hurt the animal but unable to think of a better idea, Nat swung it through the opening by the collar. It yelped and disappeared. Then she went for the cat.

The serval was a slender beast, but had it stood upright it would have been as tall as Natasha. It was, furthermore, angry and frightened. She approached it with a hand held out.

“Kitty kitty?” she ventured.

The cat arched its back and flattened its ears.

“Good kitty,” said Nat. She reached for it.

It hissed and lashed out with a paw. Nat closed her eyes and put up an arm to defend herself, and felt the claws go in. When she looked, there were three bleeding slices down the back of her lower arm.

“Stupid cat, I am trying to help you,” she informed it.

The serval bared its teeth and hissed again.

Nat just jumped on it. The cat squirmed and clawed, and sank its teeth into her hand. Nat hissed through her own teeth but held on, and dragged the struggling animal to the balcony. Water began to come in through the open stateroom door as she did, spilling over in a little waterfall. The threat of getting its feet wet didn’t make the serval any happier, and as Nat got closer to the balcony it realized that was a way out, and clawed at her chest and face. Using her as a climbing post, it made it to the edge and jumped.

That just left Natasha herself. Not only was water coming in fast, the remains of the ship were turning to gold. The walls were starting to glitter. Nat’s pantyhose felt heavy. She grabbed the edge of the balcony doorway with bleeding hands and dragged herself up, then looked down.

Below was a boat with Allen and Sir Stephen in it, along with the contessa’s four dogs. The serval was in the water, swimming to join them.

“Natalie!” Allen waved his arms. “Jump!”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Nat heaved herself over and hit the water with a splash. By the time she got to the surface, her cuts stinging from the salt water, Sir Stephen was already grabbing her to pull her up. The serval, so desperate to escape a moment ago, climbed aboard all by itself and shook, spraying Allen with water as he fired up the little outboard motor.

They headed back for shore. Nat brushed her wet hair out of her face – it seemed unnaturally heavy, and when she looked she found that the tips, as well as the ends of her fingernails, had turned to gold – and moved to look. The very stern of the Scorpio II reflected the rising some for a moment, brilliant gold in the light, and then slipped under. A few golden bubbles came up, and then just floated there, thin hollow spheres of metal.

It was over. Except that it couldn’t possibly be, because two members of their party were still missing.

“Perenelle!” she cupped her hands around her mouth. “Jim!”

“Over here!” a voice exclaimed.

Nat’s hopes rose only to come crashing down a second later when she recognized the voice. It was Perenelle – she was clinging to a buoyant plastic deck chair, waving frantically at them, from what would have been the far side of the Scorpio II had it still been afloat.

Allen turned the boat and motored over, and they pulled her out of the water. She was bruised and bloodied, but alive and whole.

“What happened to you?” she asked Natasha.

“I got in a fight with the cat,” said Nat, glaring at the animal. It was now sitting as far forward in the crowded little boat as it could, rearranging its dripping fur. It ignored her. “Did you see Jim?”

“No,” said Perenelle. “I didn’t look back. I had to get as far away from the ship as possible so I wouldn’t be sucked down or transmuted with it. Where was Jim?”

Nat swallowed. “He stayed on board. He wanted to see if he could transmute himself into flesh.”

They both turned and looked at the golden bubbles. A few odd items were bobbing to the surface now… more bubbles and things like plastic toys, some of them partially golden, that were buoyant enough to float. The vast majority of the ship and the things on board it, however, had turned to gold and were heading for the bottom out of reach.

“He could have got out,” said Allen, putting a hand on Nat’s shoulder. “We’ll wait a while.”

“Of course we’ll wait,” said Sir Stephen. “Buckeye was not one to give up so easily, and I do not believe Jim was, either. It was in his blood… in his DNA. I will not leave him behind a second time.”

Nat nodded, but she hung her head. Jim had already been left behind. She’d had a chance to stop him by force, and she hadn’t taken it. That wasn’t like her. Why had she been such a romantic fool?

#fanfic #natasha romanov #steve rogers #bucky barnes #clint barton #sharon carter #sam wilson

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argyle-s · 6 years ago

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THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME CHAPTER 38/38

Rating: Mature

Read at Ao3

Start at the Beginning

One moment, told from eight points of view.

Thanks to @ifourmindbeso for her great work as a beta. Any remaining mistakes are entirely my own.

Chapter 38 - The Motion of Falling Bodies

KPJT Channel 3 News Special Report

Leyna Nguyen Reporting Live From CatCo Plaza

“For those of you just joining us, we are currently live at CatCo Plaza in downtown National City where, just minutes ago, National City’s resident superhero Supergirl was struck from the sky in a vicious attack. A number of reporters leaving the CatCo building following a surprise press conference given by President Olivia Marsdin were filming the Girl of Steel’s departure from CatCo, and caught the attack on film. A word of warning to sensitive viewers, the footage you are about to see is both violent, and disturbing, and KPJT News strongly recommends not letting younger viewers watch.”

The scene cut away from Leyna to taped footage showing the top of the CatCo building. For a moment, there was nothing, but then a small figure in red and blue rose up over the edge of the building. Even at a distance, it was easy to see that her movements were carefree, almost playful as she rolled in mid-flight to look back towards the building. It was this move that put her in exactly the wrong position to see what happened next. A bright red object shot across the frame, coming in from behind Supergirl to strike her squarely in the head, exploding on impact.

Supergirl, lifeless and limp slammed into the CatCo logo so hard she bounced and then she fell. The camera tracked her down to where she landed, half-on and half-off the lower tier of the building, but her own weight dragged her over the edge, causing her to plummet the remaining thirty stories down to the middle of the square in front of the building. The impact of her body shattered the concrete, and she lay there, face covered in blood, hair matted, still as the grave.

Before anyone could move in to see if she was alive, Superman slammed down next to her and scooped her up in his arms, shooting off into the air, disappearing from view.

The scene cut again, showing Leyna standing in front of the crater left by Supergirl’s fall.

“As you can see, Supergirl was struck in the head by some sort of weapon that was strong enough to make even the Girl of Steel bleed. No word has come yet, either from the National City Police Department, or the newly announced Department of Extranormal Operations, as to who might be behind this vicious attack on the hero of National City, or as to Supergirl’s condition. Some are already speculating that she might be dead, while others wonder if Superman will use the same medical equipment Supergirl used last night on former CatCo Radio personality Leslie Willis to save Supergirl’s life. Only time will tell.”

“Reporting live from CatCo Plaza, this is Leyna Nguyen for KPJT Channel 3 News signing off.”

Cat stood motionless in her office, staring at the screens in front of her. Every one of them showed the same thing. The angles might be a bit different, but over and over again the screens behind her desk showed her Kara being shot out of the sky.

It had all happened so fast. The press conference had ended. Cat had slipped back into the empty conference room they’d used as an arrival point. Kara had hugged her and told her she had to go and talk to Olivia for a few minutes, and Cat had laughed as Kara and Clark had headed for the stairwell, bickering like a pair of children arguing over who was the better flier. Cat had just enough time to see the indulgent smiles on the faces of Kara’s aunt and sister before they’d disappeared in a flash of light, leaving Cat and Jackson behind.

She’s been in her office just long enough to fill a tumbler with M&M’s when James had come in, followed closely by Jackson, both wearing looks that told her the news was going to be bad. She’d looked at them and she knew. She couldn’t understand how it could have happened so quickly, but she knew.

She’d watched with a strange sense of detachment as James had picked up the remote and turned on the screens. She’d felt numb as she listened to the first report.

At some point, she became aware that she’d dropped the tumbler and the floor was covered with M&M’s, and it seemed important. It seemed real. Because what she was seeing couldn’t be. The thick air surrounding her, making it hard to breathe, couldn’t be. The weight pressing down on her chest, the blinding light, the way she could suddenly hear every noise in the room echoing painfully in her ears, the way the world was closing in and crushing her, none of that could be real.

She wasn’t sure who caught her when she fell, but it was the hobbit who was kneeling in front of her, guiding her, urging her to lean down and put her head between her knees. She didn’t remember him arriving, but he told her to take deep breaths and he rubbed her back. He wrapped a blanket around her and held a garbage can for her while she vomited into it.

Winslow. That was his name. The computer genius who couldn’t pass the background checks. Winslow Schott Jr., who had a crush on Kara, but hid it carefully. Who had unfortunate family connections. Who Kara trusted.

He stayed with her, speaking to her softly, telling her it would be okay, that Kara would be okay, until sleep took her.

Clark filed into the empty conference room they were using as a transport site, and somehow wasn’t surprised to see Kara pull Cat into a hug.

“We did it,” Kara whispered.

“You did it,” Cat replied.

He watched as Kara pulled away from the hug and he immediately recognized the look on her face. He’d seen it before. On Diana’s face when she looked at a photo of Steve Trevor, on Bruce’s face any time Selina was in his line of sight. On Lois’ face when she looked at him. On Alex’s face every time she looked at the short, dimpled woman standing next to her. What really surprised him, hit him like one of Darkseid’s punches in fact, was seeing that same look reflected back in Cat’s face.

“Supergirl,” he said. “Why don’t we fly back?”

She looked over at him, the smile still on her face. “Sure, if President Marsdin doesn’t mind.”

Clark looked at Olivia and she gave a small shrug. “I’ve got things to take care of at the DEO,” she said, “but Supergirl and I do need to talk before I head back to Washington.”

“We won’t be long,” Clark said as he started towards the door. “Come on, cousin. I’ll show you how to fly like a pro.”

“Oh, please, just try and keep up with me.”

Kara took off, and he followed her, chasing her up the stairs as a speed that would not have been unmanageable for, say, Usain Bolt on level ground, and only slowing down so Kara could punch in the security code on the roof access door.

“How are you doing?” asked as they stepped out onto the roof.

“I’m good,” Kara said. “I just wish you and Bruce had made more progress on the Cadmus situation. Maybe Leslie wouldn’t have been attacked.”

“I’m sorry,” Clark said, guilt suddenly gnawing at him as he realized how much she’d asked him to do that he hadn’t done. “Bruce checked all the locations you gave us, but nothing was active. He’d planned to follow up, but he and his crew have been busy trying to run down the last of the Parliament of Owls, Diana has been dealing with some little godling trying to start a human sacrifice cult using trafficking victims as sacrifices, and I’ve been-“

“I know,” Kara said, cutting him off before he could start rambling about all the little surprises Lex had hidden before he went to jail. “I do read Lois’s articles. Not the rest of the Planet, because it’s trash, but Lois’ stuff is good.”

Clark gave her a good-natured glare, the teasing tone she had taking any real sting out of her words and making him wish they had grown up together. He reached out and gave her a small shove as he tried not to imagine what growing up with her as his big sister would have been like.

“Jerk,” she said, no heat in her words at all

“Race you to the DEO,” Clark replied.

“Loser,” Kara said as she shot into the air with a speed and confidence that surprised him. She rolled over as she rose, so she could look back at him, and because she did, she never saw it, and even for a Kryptonian, the whole thing happened too fast for him to react. The missile slammed into her head before he was more than ten feet off the roof, and the force of the explosion was enough to drive him down into the helipad.

He was up again in an instant, going over the side of the building and chasing Kara’s falling body to the ground. He tapped the DEO earbud he was wearing as he touched down.

“Supergirl is down. Say again, Supergirl is down and in need of medical attention.”

“Kal, what’s going on?” Alex’s voice demanded over the com link.

“Someone shot her with a missile. She’s unconscious and bleeding.” He knelt down and lifted her into his arms, kicking off and shooting into the sky just as fast as he could.

“I’m taking her to the Fortress,” he said.

“Negative,” Alex replied. “Hold position and prepare for a transmat.”

Clark cursed himself for not thinking of that sooner as he came to a complete stop. A moment later, light surrounded him as the transmat plucked him out of the sky.

Alex slipped her hand into Maggie’s as they waited for the transmat to engage. She couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her lips when she felt Maggie give her hand a gentle squeeze. She glanced over at Maggie and saw a matching smile on her face that made her heart skip a beat.

She didn’t understand this. Not really. She’d tried dating before, and never liked it. Had never really wanted to date, except she knew her mother and her sister thought she should. Except all the pressure on that point had suddenly vanished from Kara right around the time Kara had taken over her old apartment. She hadn’t understood it at the time, though it made sense now. More so, with what Kara had told her about the other timeline.

Now she just worried she was going to mess this up, that it was happening before it was supposed to, and she wasn’t ready. Except that when she looked at Maggie, she couldn’t imagine not being ready for this. She’d known the woman for all of three weeks, been out with her maybe a dozen times including the night of the concert where they’d kissed for the first time, and somehow the idea of marriage, old age and lots of little bad-ass kids didn’t scare her in the slightest. Not if it was with Maggie.

Something must have tipped Maggie off to the depth of Alex’s thoughts, because Maggie gave her a questioning look, but Alex just shook her head as the room filled with the light and hum of the transmat. Just like that, they were back at the DEO, and Alex looked around to see Susan looking relieved.

“Directed J’onzz,” Susan said. “Welcome back. And congratulations.”

“Thank you, Agent Vasquez,” J’onn said. “I trust everything is in order?”

“Yes sir, I-”

Clark’s voice cut through the room. “Supergirl is down. Say again, Supergirl is down and in need of medical attention.”

Alex felt her heart slam inside her chest with the same mind-numbing panic she’d felt earlier in the day when Konex told her Maggie’d been shot, and the same desperate need to get to Kara, but this time, she had to step on it. She reached up and hit her earbud, dropping herself into the com loop. “Kal, what’s going on,” she asked, swallowing a sudden urge to be sick.

“Someone shot her with a missile. She’s unconscious and bleeding,” Clark replied. “I’m taking her to the Fortress.”

“Negative,” Alex said, wondering if Clark had been hit too. Even at his best speed, the Fortress was almost an hour’s flight. She wanted to tell him to bring Supergirl here, but after what happened the previous week with General Lane, she didn’t trust the DEO to be secure. That really only left one place. “Hold position and prepare for a transmat.”

Alex reached for her phone, and dialed Konex.

“Lady Alex,” Konex said. “I have been monitoring. Kolex is preparing Sanctuary’s medlab as we speak.”

“Good, transmat them both. Then me.”

“I am coming as well,” Astra said.

Alex looked over at her and nodded. She glanced over to Maggie, about to apologize, but realized she didn’t need to when Maggie just mouthed a soundless ‘go’.

“Myself and Astra, Konex,” Alex said.

“Understood,” Konex replied.

The room disappeared in a flash of light, and Alex found herself standing in the middle of a brightly-lit room next to Astra. Clark was standing a few feet away, next to a crystal chamber, and Alex could see Kara inside. One of the robots, Kolex, she guessed, was using some sort of beam to cut away Kara’s suit.

“Report,” Alex said as she approached.

“Lady Kara has sustained massive trauma to the head and neck.”

The words hit Alex like a bucket of ice water, making her skin burn and her heart race. “How is that possible?” she asked.

“The explosive was loaded with a self-forging Thanagarian Nth Metal projectile. While Nth Metal does not negate Lady Kara’s abilities like Kryptonite, its meta-dimensional properties do make Kryptonians more vulnerable to weapons forged from it. Given the size of the projectile, and the force of the explosion, I must admit, I am at somewhat of a loss to understand how Lady Kara survived it. Every reconstruction I run of the blast indicates that the projectile should have been sufficient to decapitate her.”

“I can answer that,” a voice said from behind them. Alex, Astra and Clark all jumped slightly, then turned towards the voice.

“Lady Alex, should I initiate intruder protocols?” Kolex asked.

“No,” Alex said as she looked at Zatanna. “How did you get in here?”

“Who is this?” Astra asked.

“Zatanna,” Clark said. “She’s a friend.”

“After I left you and your Detective, I went back home,” Zatanna said, “but the night I met Kara, I worked a bit of magic on her. Protective spells. Such workings leave a connection. Normally, I wouldn’t notice their activation, but what your robot there calls meta-dimensional properties is magic, and Nth metal is lousy with it. When the Nth metal hit the anti-magic ward I burned into Kara’s soul, it was like a gong being sounded.”

“You burned a ward into her soul?” Alex said, the image making her want to reach out and wrap her hands around Zatanna’s neck.

“At her request,” Zatanna said. “I promise, it is not so violent a process as it sounds, but we have no time to discuss it now. Kara needs aid, and I can provide it.”

Clark stepped back, clearing the way, but Astra laid a hand on Alex’s forearm.

“Do you trust her?” Astra asked.

Alex looked back at Kara for a moment, then to Zatanna. Every instinct in her told her to say no. Taking care of Kara was her job, and no one else’s. But Nth Metal was something the DEO was only vaguely aware of. A material on their ‘to be acquired for study’ list. She needed to help Kara, but she didn’t know how, and Zatanna apparently did. Clark trusted her, but more than that, when Alex had needed help, Kara had called Zatanna. Alex knew Kara well enough to know exactly what that meant. Kara trusted Zatanna with something she valued more than her own life. The lives of people she loved. Alex nodded.

“Yes,” Alex said, stepping aside. “Absolutely.”

Astra moved out the way, and Zatanna stepped forward, speaking in words Alex did not recognize.

Eliza sat on Kara’s couch, unable to put into words how she felt. She’d arrived in town angry, confused and afraid. Angry because she had worked so hard to keep Kara safe, but Kara was out there in a cape, risking her life. Confused, because she was so incredibly proud of what her adopted daughter had accomplished in just a few weeks. Afraid, because she knew this moment would inevitably come.

She had known Clark since before Superman had appeared in the sky above Metropolis. She and Jeremiah had met him before he’d traveled north and built his fortress and come into a full understanding of his heritage. She’s seen what putting on that cape had cost Clark, and she never wanted that for Kara or Alex.

“She’ll be fine,” Lois said.

The words, spoken without preamble, made Eliza jump. She’d forgotten anyone was there with her.

“Sorry,” Lois said. “I didn’t mean to startle you, but I’ve been here before. It’s scary. Hell, it’s terrifying. But she’ll be okay.”

“She never got any pie,” Eliza said, and somehow that suddenly seemed important. “She loves Thanksgiving, because I always make her favorite pie. Chocolate Pecan. There were four this year, but I didn’t make them. And she got called away before she could have any.”

Lois slipped an arm around her shoulders. “She’ll have them when she gets home, I promise.”

The first sob surprised her. She tried to hold the second one in, but the dam was already cracked, and it was only moments before she broke.

Lillian hit the power button on the remote, silencing the TV before she dropped the remote on the table and turned to face the two men sitting across the table from her.

“You said your missile would kill her,” Lillian said.

“It should have,” General Lane said. “Everything we know about them said that they were vulnerable to Nth Metal.”

“Well, maybe you should have used more of it,” Lillian said.

“We used our entire supply, which was three times our best estimate on what it would take to kill one of them. Besides, it’s not like your plan worked any better. Now they know about Henshaw.”

“I did notice that,” Lillian said. “The question is, how?”

“The Willis woman, obviously,” Lane said.

“But that should have just cast suspicion on the Martian,” Lillian said. “You didn’t say anything to Lucy, did you?”

“Of course not,” Lane said.

“It’s strange how every time a Kryptonian shows up, one of your daughters can’t seem to hop into bed with them fast enough.”

“Now just a god-damned minute-”

“Both of you shut up,” said the third person at the table.

Lillian turned to face the blonde man sitting next to Lane. “Something to add, Simon?” Lillian asked.

“All of us failed today,” Simon Tycho said. “Your little frame job, Lane’s missile, Miranda’s PR campaign, and that little bitch buying our companies out from under us. I don’t know how, but Supergirl has been one step ahead of us since the day she showed up. Longer, if I had to guess.”

“Agreed,” Lillian said. “The question is, how?”

“I don’t know,” Tycho said. “But I just got word. Corben’s body has been retrieved, and he’s still viable.”

“What about the Kryptonite?” Lillian asked.

“The stockpiles allocated to us are enough for one power unit,” Lane said.

“Excellent,” Lillian said.

“How long will the actual conversion take?” Tycho asked.

“Eight, maybe nine hours,” Lillian said.

“Then,” Tycho said, “when either of our Kryptonian friends show up, we’ll introduce them to project Metallo.”

“And what if the report from McGill is accurate, and Supergirl is immune to Kryptonite?” Lillian asked.

“We could have Henshaw standing by as backup,” Tycho said.

“I’m still not convinced that will be sufficient,” Lillian said. “If I could just get access to one of Lex’s store houses…”

“Without your daughter’s cooperation, I don’t see that as a possibility,” Tycho said. “And with offical support for Cadmus withdrawn, we don’t have the option of waiting for her to come around.”

Lillian let out a sigh and reluctantly nodded her head in agreement. “We’ll proceed then.”

And if it failed, well, Simon Tycho would make an excellent scapegoat.

Bruce picked up the phone without even bothering to check the caller ID. There was no need. He already knew who it would be.

“We’re loading now,” he said.

“I’m on my way to the airport,” Diana said. “Who are you bringing?”

“Everyone,” Bruce said. “This is our fault.”

“We couldn’t know it was this critical,” Diana said.

“We should have,” Bruce said. “She asked for help, and we barely made an effort.”

“You’re right. We never should have waited so long to make Cadmus a focus,” Diana said.

“We were both worried about going up against the US Government, and what that could mean,” Bruce said.

“I know,” Diana said. “I was there for those conversations.”

“I’ve contacted Victor. He’s already working it.”

“Should we call in the Lanterns?” Diana asked.

“I’m hesitant,” Bruce said.

“Why?” Diana asked.

“I don’t think Kara trusts them,” Bruce said.

“Do you know why?”

“No.”

Diana was silent for a moment, thinking. “Okay. Leave them out for now. We’ll see how big this is first.”

Sara dropped on to her bunk, wondering not for the first time what she was still doing here. She kept telling herself it was about Darhk, about killing him before he killed Laurel, but that excuse was starting to wear thin, even to her. She could try telling herself it was about Jax. He was special. The little brother she never knew she wanted, who she definitely didn't trust Rip Fucking Hunter to protect. That excuse was almost as thin as Darhk. Both were true, but neither one filled the gaping hole in her heart where her sister once lived, anymore than the women she took to bed filled the chasm Nyssa left when she picked a League prison cell over a future with Sara.

She felt lost. She'd felt lost since the Queen’s Gambit had gone down, which, not counting time spent being dead, was over nine years by her personal timeline.

Nyssa had been a balm on those wounds, but however much she loved Nyssa, she knew the relationship was poison. Too many things were pulling them in too many different directions and trying to hold on to each other only ended up hurting them both.

She wanted to go home. She wanted it so much. But home was mom and dad and Laurel, and Laurel was dead, and mom was gone, and dad came with Oliver and all of his baggage, which meant daily reminders that she'd been off galivanting around the time stream when Damien Darhk had been driving an arrow into her sister's gut.

She thought about Central City. She didn't know Barry and his team well, so there wasn't anything to make it a better option than the Waverider.

Well, it would make it harder to run away from her own mistakes. She wasn't sure if that would be better or worse, but she suspected it would be better. After all, she'd been running from a single mistake for every day of those nine years since she stepped onto the Queen's Gambit.

She just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something out there she was running to. Something, or someone. She could feel her. Sometimes, in her dreams, she could see her. Only pieces, but pieces that made her heart ache. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. A smile that shone like the sun and held a bottomless well of sadness and grief. Sometimes dressing in the angry red of fresh spilled blood, sometimes in something as blue as the sky of a new promise-filled day, sometimes in purple the color of a lover's kiss bruised lips, but more commonly in simple utilitarian black, splashed with red above her right breast forming a symbol of strength, unity and hope.

The dreams had started after she returned to Nanda Parbat. When Ra's had asked her to return to Starling City to search for Merlin, she'd felt the pull of those dreams. Nyssa had called it the voice of fate. Gideon called it trans-temporal memory. Whatever it was, the woman felt closer. Like she was rushing at Sara.

No. That was wrong. She didn't know why, but suddenly and violently she knew whoever she was, she wasn't rushing, she was falling, and no one was there to catch her.

Sara sat up, clutching her chest, unable to breathe because whoever she was, she shouldn't fall. Because the very idea of her falling was wrong, and the wrongness and the stark terror it inspired crushed down on Sara like a boot on her chest.

"Gideon," she cried desperately, "sound the collision alarm!"

She knew. She didn't know how, but she knew, and she was on her feet, headed for the bridge.

"Ms. Lance?" Gideon asked.

"Just do it!" Sara yelled as she ran, racing past memories she hadn't lived, past ghosts of dear friends she'd never met, selves she'd never been, and futures dead and gone. For one moment in the sea of time, she wasn't just Sara Lance, she was Sara Lance, Ta-er al-Asfer, The Canary, The White Canary, Captain Sara Lance, Detective Lance, Sara Danvers-Lance, Inmate 65628314159, Sara Lance-Sharp, Sara Queen, The White Arrow, Sara Lance-Smoak, Sara al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, The Starling, The Wife of the Demon, The Magician, Al Sāḥir, Lady Cold, the Fury Queen, the Death Witch and a thousand others. Good, evil, whole, broken, caring and indifferent. She was all the iterations of herself in every branch of every timeline in the multiverse wrapped up in one singular purpose.

The Sara who was all Saras dropped into the pilot’s chair and slammed down the harness as the collision alarm finally sounded. Too late. Gideon was too late. But the Saras weren't. Their hands closed on the controls with a surety born of lifetimes beyond counting spent in that chair and against all logic, against all reason, they turned the Waverider towards the temporal shockwave and opened the throttle all the way up, racing death to the Vanishing Point.

Notes:

Thus ends the first story in the Future Shock Series.

I want to thank everyone who has read this story, and especially everyone who's commented or sent me messages on tumblr encouraging me, or telling me they like it, or they love it, or they are going to drive to Florida and murder me with tar covered flaming pitchforks.

The Future Shock Series will continue with the sequel, Devils In The Dark, which will start posting Saturday, September 1st.

#supergirl #supercat #supercanary #sanvers #fanfiction #the shape of things to come #kara danvers #alex danvers #cat grant #maggie sawyer #sara lance #j'onn j'onzz #susan vasquez #lois lane #clark kent #james olsen #winn schott jr.#future shock

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mas-lina · 6 years ago

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ASK GAME

65 Questions You Aren't Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? - sometimes i wonder if the people i like from afar are just a figment of my imagination since i have never met them in real life.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? - i’d say about 2 since i’m only scared occasionally if i have watched something creepy and my mind is running wild.

3. The person you would never want to meet? - does hitler count? aside from him and all the dictators that have ruined the world i’d say all the people i knew in high school and about everyone in my old town.

4. What is your favorite word? - i used to say it’s “bitch” just for the laughs of it but it’s actually “patootie” because it sounds cute and idiotic at the same time and i remember reading it in a shakespeare poem once and laughing like crazy.

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? - i guess i’d be a baobab tree because it’s sturdy and it sounds like my nickname “baba”.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? - “seriously why are the bags under my eyes so dark and big?”

7. What shirt are you wearing? - a simple black shirt.

8. What do you label yourself as? - if it’s in regards to sexuality i’m a bisexual and if it’s everything else i’m a curious idiot.

9. Bright room or dark room? - dark room.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? - sitting on my laptop watching “100 days my prince”.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? - i don’t think i’ve reached my favourite age yet but if i have to pick one i’d say about 19 because i went to live with my best friend and started a new life away from everyone else so in a way i became independent.

12. Who told you they loved you last? - i guess my mom although i don’t remember when.

13. Your worst enemy? - my laziness and lack of will.

14. What is your current desktop picture? - monsta x’s minhyuk <3

15. Do you like someone? - in real life i have no romantic interest.

16. The last song you listened to? - dreamcatcher - wonderland

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? - myself so i can see how it feels.

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? - sometimes my family members drive me up the wall to a point where i’d think about punching them in the face.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? - bill gates and he’d have to buy me whatever i want.

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) - if i have to pick something it would be my eyes because they’re the most distinctive feature i have.

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? - i’d be a huge buff macho man just to see how it feels and i’d probably just ogle myself in the mirror and walk around to see how people react to me.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? - i can make my fingers look like claws and move them in a weird snappish way.

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? - bacteria.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. - butter on french toast.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? - on monsta x merchandise and food ^^

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? - seoul, south korea.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? - bailey’s is the only alcoholic drink i actually enjoy and would buy myself.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? - everyone is created equal so there shall be no discrimination regarding race, religion, gender or sexuality.

29. What is your favorite expletive? - motherfucker.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? - my stuffed animals.......

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? - watching my pet getting sick knowing she’d eventually die and being unable to help.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! - kanazawa, japan.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? - my grandfather.

34. What was your last dream about? - falling down a flight of stairs.

35. Are you a good dancer? - i’d say decent but i could be better with practice.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? - thankfully no.

37. Have you ever built a snowman? - many times but never in the design i wanted to.

38. What is the color of your socks? - orange.

39. What type of music do you like? - i like all music but usually i would always gravitate towards rhythm and blues, jazz or classical.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? -sunsets.

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? - i don’t drink milkshakes but i’d probably enjoy strawberry ones.

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer) - liverpool football club and i’m suffering every day for it.

43. Do you have any scars? - a big one on my knee from when i fell as a child and nearly busted my kneecap.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? - a boss....kidding :D a writer or researcher.

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? - the way i look and my attitude towards people demeaning and disrespecting me.

46. Are you reliable? - i really wish i could say i was but i’d have to say no.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? - do we still live with the mentality of a 15 year-old or have we grown?

48. Do you hold grudges? - most of the time no but on special occasions i can grow to be vengeful towards someone i dislike.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? - a penguin with a bird so it will be able to fly.

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? - every conversation i have with my grandmother and all the “advice” she gives me.

51. Are you a good liar? - yes.

52. How long could you go without talking? - i think i’d be able to go about a week if i really put myself to it but i enjoy talking to myself so it might be more difficult than anticipated.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? - a waffle one where they burnt my hair from the roots just so i could look like a member of a 90s girl group.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? - the only time i have baked a cake was when my best friend got sick and i wanted to give her something special to cheer her up.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? - i’m pretty good at an american and a british one. i could even do a bit of scottish and irish if i prictice.

56. What do you like on your toast? - butter.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? - the sun and it looked like a puddle with some rays coming out of it.

58. What would be you dream car? - a smart or a mini cooper.

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. - i do sing in the shower and sometimes i start contemplating my life.

60. Do you believe in aliens? - i believe we can’t be alone in the whole universe but i don’t believe in the made up ufo sightings nor the green little men.

61. Do you often read your horoscope? - i don’t believe in the horoscope nor the zodiac except when i’m looking for a laugh.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? - my own letter which in english would be B.

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? - dragons are the coolest <3

64. What do you think about babies? - i love and adore babies <3 they are perfect little stupid angels and should be protected at all costs.

65. Who's your favourite classical composer? - beethoven and mozart are untouchable and immortal but if i have to give a less cliche answer besides them i would say claude debussy, rachmaninoff, chopin and johann strauss II. i could go on but i will get boring.

66. A bonus question from me because I'm curious - If you could teleport to one place on this planet right at this moment which would it be and why? - northern canada so i can see the aurora borealis which is at its peak during october, november and december.

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dannybnnt · 7 years ago

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Goodbyes and New Beginnings

Summary: Daniel and Isley go to New York so Daniel can claim what is his before he sells the house. He gets some bad news.

Daniel-Last Saturday at 9:52 PM

Walking up to the house he was about to sell felt a little surreal, especially with Isley in tow. It was hard to believe that this was the final step in letting go of his old life. "I have so much shit here that I don't know what to do with. I might have to buy a house in Chicago just so I don't have to sell everything here." He said as he unlocked the door and walked into the house. He looked around with a sigh, trying to decide where to start.

Isley-Last Saturday at 10:02 PM

Isley hadn't said much as they arrived at the house, she didn't know what to say. She was glad when he spoke first. "You could get a new house, actually, it seems to be easy for you." She followed him inside, taking it in. This is where he had spent his life with Avery. Isley felt like an intruder.

Daniel-Last Saturday at 10:08 PM

"Yeah, I guess I could look into it. I mean, I have cars and all kinds of stuff that I can't just leave with someone." He sighed and started up the stairs. "I have a buddy with a truck coming to get everything later, I just need to decide what I'm taking."

Isley-Last Saturday at 10:23 PM

"You have more cars?" Isley asked incredulously, following him up the stairs. "Yeah, those won't fit in the spare bedroom or a storage unit. Alright, let's get to it then. Where should we start?"

Daniel-Last Saturday at 11:00 PM

"I only have one that I'm attached to but yeah." He shrugged. "Well, I want everything in the gym since I used it. Other than her yoga shit, she can have that. I think the only rooms I really need to go through are the storage room and my bedroom. I won't make you go through the bedroom with me though, that might be weird." He said as he led her up both flights of stairs to a room.

Isley-Last Saturday at 11:02 PM

"Jesus fucking Christ, Daniel..." Isley muttered as they walked around the house. "I mean, I knew you had money, but...Jesus fucking Christ!" She exclaimed this time, in complete shock of the house.

Daniel-Last Saturday at 11:04 PM

Daniel chuckled as he opened the door. "It probably seems ridiculous that we lived here just the two of us." He scrunched his nose.

Isley-Last Saturday at 11:04 PM

"Yeah, it kind of does. My whole apartment could fit in your foyer." Isley said with a blush, suddenly embarrassed of how broke she really was.

Daniel-Last Saturday at 11:06 PM

"This house just felt perfect at the time, ya know? It was a good situation. But it did cost me more to have cleaned all the time." He laughed softly, turning the light on to expose boxes upon boxes. "Ugh, I don't know if I even want to go through this all. It's just like... Stuff from when I was a kid and whatever I got sick of I threw up here. Maybe I'll just take it all and deal with it later."

Isley-Last Saturday at 11:09 PM

She shrugged. "Whatever you want to do, babe." She hugged herself, still feeling like an intruder and embarrassed.

Daniel-Last Saturday at 11:09 PM

He turned to face her and gave her a small smile. "You okay?"

Isley-Last Saturday at 11:10 PM

She smiled back at him. "All good over here. So should we get started?"

Daniel-Last Saturday at 11:11 PM

Daniel nodded his head and began to go through the boxes. As he moved through the boxes, his phone rang several times but Daniel ignored it. When the person called back a third time, he sighed and pulled it out of his pocket, his eyebrows furrowing. "It's Genevieve." He said, surprised.

Isley-Last Saturday at 11:12 PM

Isley opened up her own box, laughing at some of the things she found inside. But when Daniel said Genevieve was calling, Isley moved over to him, her eyebrows furrowed. "Huh. Pick up."(edited)

Daniel-Last Saturday at 11:45 PM

He slid the green call button over and brought the phone to his ear. "Hello?" He greeted her curiously, though he wished he hadn't when he heard her on the other end crying, telling him that she was in the hospital and that she had been trying to call him all day. "Is everything okay?" He asked, to be met with a loud no, followed by her telling him that she lost the baby. For a long moment, he didn't speak as his brain registered what she was telling him. He had just turned his life around because of this child, he had thought he was finally going to be a father and all too soon it was being torn out from under him. He wanted to ask her if there was anything he could do for her but his brain was so far behind. He hung up, his hand loosely holding the phone as he tried to gather his thoughts. Finally, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and went back to going through the boxes.(edited)

Isley-Last Saturday at 11:49 PM

Isley stared as they talked on the phone. Something was wrong, she could hear Gen screaming even though it wasn’t on speakerphone. It was too distorted to make out her words though. Isley watched, riddled with worry as Daniel’s face fell and he went pale. She placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention because he had gone back to the boxes. “Hey, what happened?” She asked gently.(edited)

Daniel-Last Saturday at 11:49 PM

Daniel wasn't sure he could talk about it right then without breaking down. He shook his head "I just need to get this done."

Isley-Last Saturday at 11:52 PM

“Daniel...this can wait.” She didn’t want to push him because she was afraid he’d get mad, but she was also more worried about him than before.

Daniel-Last Saturday at 11:54 PM

He stopped, his hand on a box as he took a moment to collect himself. "She lost the baby." He said calmly, his eyes still on the task in front of him.

Isley-Last Saturday at 11:56 PM

Isley’s jaw dropped, and tears sprang to her eyes for Daniel. “I...” Isley said, resting her head on his shoulder. “Daniel, look at me. Come here.”

Daniel-Last Saturday at 11:57 PM

He shook his head "I can't do this right now." He had to focus on saying goodbye to one thing at a time but he made no attempt to move, hating that feeling her head on his shoulder was making him crave affection and consolation.March 11, 2018

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:00 AM

Isley didn’t know what to do. Should she let him push down his feelings until later? The fact that he didn’t start moving yet told her that maybe he needed her more than he was willing to admit. So instead, she got on her knees and wrapped her arms around him from behind, holding him.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:02 AM

He took in a deep breath, his head ducking as he struggled against himself. "Fuck. I knew I should have talked to her about drinking and shit...." He kicked the box at his feet away from him.

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:03 AM

As he gave in to her, Isley moved around to sit in his lap and wrap her arms around his neck this time. “It’s not your fault, Daniel, she probably wouldn’t have listened to you anyway. It’s not your fault.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:05 AM

His arms wrapped around her "It is my fault. I fucked everything up."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:06 AM

“No, baby, no.” Isley whispered, holding him tighter to her. “You couldn’t control it, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:09 AM

Daniel had done a lot of things wrong, from sleeping with Genevieve in the first place to hurting Avery by getting another woman pregnant. There was so much he could have avoided had he not been so reckless. He hid his face against her shoulder as tears threatened to escape, something that he refused to have happen.

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:13 AM

“It’s okay, Daniel, it wasn’t your fault.” Isley continued to whisper soothing words into his ear as she subconsciously started to rock them back and forth.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:15 AM

Part of himself was focused on the fact that he had allowed himself to get so emotional in front of someone but he was so focused on all of the other things going on that he was excusing it for the moment. He pulled his head away but still refused to look at her. "We should leave. I don't want to do this here."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:17 AM

“Okay. I’ll drive.” Isley said, not wanting to push him anymore. Before getting up, she pulled him to her once more in a hug, pressing a long kiss to his neck just as a way to show him she cared.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:21 AM

Daniel stood and hugged her back before walking to the box he had kicked and carefully picking up its contents to put it away. "I'm just going to let Avery go through all of this and keep whatever she doesn't want." He said as he put the box in its place.

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:23 AM

“Yeah, okay.” Isley nodded, taking his hand after he righted the box and leading him out of the house.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:24 AM

"I'm sorry that we wasted a trip to New York. Maybe I'll come back later alone and deal with things. I don't know." he apologized, walking out of the house. He got into the car, still feeling like he was in shock.

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:31 AM

“Hey, no apology necessary.” She said, keeping her tone flat because she wasn’t sure how to act. She started the car and began to drive, looking over at him every once in a while.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:37 AM

Daniel was quiet as they drove. He had always struggled with dealing with emotions. His parents had always pounded the idea into his head that he needed to keep things to himself and for the most part, he always had up until the past year. With everything going on though, it was getting harder and harder to push things down and not feel them. When they got to the hotel they were staying at, he stayed quiet until they were in the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes on the black TV screen. "I really hope this is the end of shitty things happening for a while."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:38 AM

Isley didn’t say anything the whole car ride back to the hotel. She wanted to give him space, but she also had nowhere to go. When they got to the room and he sat down, Isley crawled into bed. “Me too, baby. Come lay down.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:39 AM

He kicked his shoes off and moved up the bed to lay beside her. "I shouldn't have asked you to come to New York. This has been a disaster." He ran his hand over her hair. "I'm going to make things good for you soon, I promise."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:41 AM

“I’m glad you did. I’d hate for you to have to go through this alone.” She snuggled into him. “And you don’t need to make anything good for me. I’m here for the bad parts, too. I want it all with you.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:42 AM

"It's been all bad though. This is why I had been trying to hold off on all of this with you. I'm just a shit show right now and you deserve so much better than that."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:43 AM

“It hasn’t been all bad, Daniel. And I don’t want you to hold off. You don’t have to protect me from your life, especially not if you want me to be a part of it. And what people deserve is bullshit, I want you.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:45 AM

He considered what she said for a moment before leaning over to give her a kiss. "Maybe I wasn't meant to be a father."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:47 AM

Isley smiled as she kissed him, glad that he wasn’t going to argue with her about that. “I don’t think that’s true. Remember my dream in Vermont? You’re gonna have 2 and a half kids.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:48 AM

"I don't know, Isley. Fate keeps intervening on me." He said softly.

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:49 AM

“Maybe it’s just been the wrong time or the wrong person. I know you’re gonna be a dad one day, baby, and a great one. I promise.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:51 AM

He nodded his head, though right now he wasn't sure that she was right. "I hope Genevieve is okay. I kind of hung up on her."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:52 AM

“She’ll be okay. She wanted nothing to do with you emotionally before, anyways, and it’s her fault.” Isley replied bitterly, angry that Genevieve had taken Daniel’s baby from him.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:53 AM

"I wish I wouldn't have met her. Things could have been so much different.."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:54 AM

“Well there’s no point in thinking like that. We only have what’s here and now, which is us.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:55 AM

"You're right. You're what matters most." He said seriously.

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:57 AM

“We. We’re what matters most.” She corrected. She hadn’t necessarily meant that she was more important than anything else, but when Daniel said it, her heart leapt.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:58 AM

"I really feel like I've lost or given up everything but you. I guess this is a forced fresh start."

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:00 AM

“I’m not gonna let you lose or give up on me, either.” Isley said with a small smile. “That’s a good way to look at it, I guess. The next time you start a family it’ll be with someone you truly love and your kids will have parents who are in love.” She pointed out.(edited)

Daniel-Last Sunday at 1:02 AM

He nodded his head "gen and I couldn't have been good parents to this baby. We could hardly hold a conversation together. So you're right."

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:03 AM

“I’m sure you would have been a good parent, but I’m not sure she would have been.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 6:51 AM

"Together I think it would have just been a mess." He shrugged.

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:47 AM

“Well one day you’ll have a family and it won’t be a mess.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:49 AM

"I hope so." He said softly. "We should go do something. I don't want to sit here and dwell on shit."

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:49 AM

“Whatever you want, baby. What should we do?”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:54 AM

"Something with lots of alcohol."

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:58 AM

“But also that ends in sex. Last time we got drunk there was no sex.” Isley laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:59 AM

"I don't think sex would be very fun right now." he admitted as he sat up.

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:59 AM

“I don’t mean right now. Maybe later.” She said weakly, her attempt failing.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:01 PM

He turned and leaned down so he could kiss her "God, I'm sorry... I'm really fucking bad at dealing with things."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:05 PM

Isley kissed him back with a soft smile. “There’s no right way to deal with it.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:05 PM

"I know, I just feel like... I don't know. I don't know how I should feel right now.'

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:07 PM

“Whatever you’re feeling is what you should be feeling.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:17 PM

Daniel nodded his head slowly "I wish we wouldn't have told everyone she was pregnant."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:24 PM

“Did you tell your dad?”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:24 PM

"Yes, I had to for the mediation."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:27 PM

“Right, sorry. Well, maybe this could be a chance for you and your dad to develop a new relationship.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:28 PM

"I don't think so. I mean, I think he might be happy that I am not having a baby out of wedlock.. Again."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:30 PM

“So what should we do?” She asked, changing the topic.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:31 PM

He shrugged "I don't know. I could see what one of my friends are up to and we could just go tag along."

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:32 PM

“Sure, I’d love to meet some of your friends.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:34 PM

"Cool. I can't promise that what they're doing is interesting." He said with a chuckle as he pulled his phone out.

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:37 PM

“More interesting than sitting in a hotel room.” She shrugged. “I’m gonna shower.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:44 PM

He nodded his head, feeling bad for bringing her on the trip when it was nothing fun at all. He sat back on the bed texted his friends to see what they were doing before placing his head in his hands.

Isley-Last Sunday at 12:51 PM

Isley showered with the water as hot would go, washing off the events of the day. She finished quickly, though, and reentered the bedroom wrapped in a towel. She plopped herself down on Daniel’s lap, forcing him to pick his head up. “Any response?”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 12:57 PM

He wrapped his arms around her, "Yeah.. A few.. I don't know. Are you sure you want to hang out with my friends? We can do something you want to do."

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:03 PM

“This is what I want to do, babe. I wanna be part of your life.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 1:04 PM

"Alright.. But be ready to judge me." He joked. "Do I need to shower?" He asked, turning his head to smell by his armpit.

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:05 PM

Isley laughed, then dipped her head to smell his armpit. “Yeah,” She said nodding and standing up to get ready.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 1:12 PM

He sighed as he got up and moved to the bathroom to shower, trying to decide what they should do. His best friend was golfing, so he figured they could go to the country club and hang out. He wasn't sure that Isley would enjoy that but she did say she wanted to be a part of his life. He stepped out of the shower and dried off before heading into the room naked and finding clean clothes to wear. "My best friend is at a country club golfing. He has a girlfriend that you might like. Does that sound interesting at all?"

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:20 PM

If Isley was being honest, the thought of going to a country club scared the shit out of her. But she really did want to become a part of his life, so she said, “Yeah that sounds great, babe. Do us gir-“ Isley cut herself short. She was about to call herself his girlfriend. “Us women golf too or do we just sit there and look pretty?”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 1:20 PM

"I don't know if I wanna golf." He said with a chuckle. "If we do end up golfing though, of course you can join in. I was thinking we could just get lunch and hang out with some drinks."

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:23 PM

“Oh, yeah, I knew that.” Isley said, waving a hand dismissively. “So...what does one wear to this?” Isley asked, embarrassed that she was so ignorant about his lifestyle.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 1:31 PM

"They have a dress code, unfortunately. No jeans." He scrunched his nose.

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:32 PM

“Oh, shit. How much time do we have?” Isley asked.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 1:33 PM

"We can go whenever. We can even go shopping first if you want. I'll buy you something."

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:33 PM

“I do need to go shopping, but you’re not buying.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 1:33 PM

"Yes I am." He insisted as he pulled his clothes on.

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:34 PM

Isley followed his lead and dressed. “Okay then, we don’t need to go shopping.” She said stubbornly.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 1:34 PM

"Why can't I pay for things?"

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:42 PM

She thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I...well I don’t know. I just feel bad, like I’m taking advantage of you and your money or something. I’m just not used to people buying me things.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 1:45 PM

"I don't want you to feel like you should want to be dependent on me but I mean... I can take care of things. "

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:47 PM

“Why do you want to buy things for me? First rent, and now clothes.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 1:49 PM

He shrugged "I don't know, I just thought those things would make you happy."

Isley-Last Sunday at 1:52 PM

“I mean, it would just make me feel like a charity case or something. But how about this-just this once, you can buy me an outfit. I’m gonna need your help to pick it out anyway.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 2:09 PM

"You're not a charity case if your boy- if I buy you stuff. It's not like that." He assured her as he buttoned his shirt.

Isley-Last Sunday at 2:12 PM

“Okay. Just this once.” She said, pulling a sweater and her shoes on.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 2:13 PM

"Okay.." He shook his head, not understanding why she had such a problem with it. He finished getting dressed and went to the bathroom to comb his hair.

Isley-Last Sunday at 2:15 PM

Isley threw her hair up into a bun and swiped some makeup on, figuring she could finish before they actually left to meet his friends. Grabbing her purse and coat, she asked, “Ready?”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 2:16 PM

Nodding his head, he made sure he had his keys before he walked back out to his car. "Where do you wanna go?"

Isley-Last Sunday at 2:18 PM

“Babe, I’ve only been to New York once before and it was for a business trip with you. I don’t know where anything is or what places are good to shop at.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 2:31 PM

"I'm not a woman." He said with a laugh. "Let's just see what we find."

Isley-Last Sunday at 3:22 PM

"Deal." She agreed with a nod as they got in the car.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 3:47 PM

Daniel began to drive "Or you could Google some places. I'm trying to think of the one that Avery really liked.. I fucking hated it because she would choose the nerdiest clothes for me. Um.." he sighed, trying to decide the name. "Lord and Taylor?"

Isley-Last Sunday at 5:35 PM

“Well this time you’re doing the choosing.” She countered. “Yeah, it says we’re actually really close to that one, so we might as well go there first.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 5:41 PM

"That sounds like a plan to me." He said send focused on driving there. When they arrived, he turned to look at her. "Are you sure this is how you want to spend the day? We could just spend time together, you and me."

Isley-Last Sunday at 5:46 PM

Isley smiled at him. It was sweet that he wanted her to be comfortable, but she really wanted him to be happy and she thought that seeing old friends might help. Plus, like she told him earlier, she wanted to meet his friends and be a part of his life, even his New York life. “Yeah, don’t you want to see your friends?”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 5:52 PM

"I do but... I don't know. I guess I'm feeling embarrassed that my life is so shitty because everyone else has it together. I dont know if I actually feel like pretending I'm doing great."

Isley-Last Sunday at 5:54 PM

“First of all, I doubt that everyone else has it together. But I understand not wanting to put on a facade. It’s up to you what we do, love.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 5:57 PM

"What if we invite them out to dinner? That way it will be just the one person I want tk see."

Isley-Last Sunday at 5:58 PM

"Perfect. I'm assuming this is going to be a relatively fancy dinner?"

Daniel-Last Sunday at 5:59 PM

"Yeah, we will have to get dressed up a little."

Isley-Last Sunday at 6:03 PM

That meant they still needed to go shopping. If she was being honest, Isley was a little excited to dress up with Daniel. "A dress it is. Or would you prefer a skirt?"

Daniel-Last Sunday at 6:07 PM

He got put of the car and grabbed her hand as they walked in. "That's up to you, baby."

Isley-Last Sunday at 6:12 PM

As they walked in and looked around the store, Isley felt a little overwhelmed. "I kind of feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman." She commented with a laugh.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 7:05 PM

"Less of a prostitute though." He teased.

Isley-Last Sunday at 7:36 PM

“Debatable.” She shrugged, bumping her hip against his.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 7:42 PM

"I have better taste than that." He scoffed as he followed the signs upstairs to the dresses.

Isley-Last Sunday at 10:26 PM

“I’m honored.” She said, trailing behind him. “What about this?” She asked, pulling out a tweed dress

Daniel-Last Sunday at 10:27 PM

"Do you like that one?" He asked, looking around for a different dress.

Isley-Last Sunday at 10:27 PM

“Meh.” She shrugged. “I’m not very good at this.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 10:48 PM

Daniel looked around, pulling dresses out and trying to decide. "What about this one?" He asked as he pulled a black dress out.

Isley-Last Sunday at 10:50 PM

When she saw the dress that Dan was holding up, Isley immediately put back the dress she had. “Yes, I love that!” She said, grabbing the dress from him.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 10:51 PM

"Do you wanna go try it on?" He asked with a smile.

Isley-Last Sunday at 10:52 PM

“Yeah!” She exclaimed enthusiastically, going to the dressing rooms.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 10:56 PM

Dan stood outside of the dressing room while she tried the dress on. When he heard his name from behind him, he turned with furrowed eyebrows. "Well, look who it is." A woman with long black hair walked up to him. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was not happy to see Avery's best friend Harper. She had always been his least favorite person and now he didn't even have to pretend. "All the stores in New York and I run into you." He said with a sarcastic smile. "Luke and I are celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary tonight, so I'm here picking out a dress." She said with a small scoff. Daniel could feel the undertone of her statement so he shrugged "10 years and only two affairs. Impressive." He said, his tone unimpressed as he looked at a dress that was hanging on a rack nearby.

Isley-Last Sunday at 10:58 PM

Isley walked out of the dressing room once she had the dress on. She loved it. Daniel had done a great job of picking it out. “What do you think, baby?” Isley asked as she walked out, before seeing that he was talking to a beautiful woman with long black hair. “Oh, hi. I’m Isley.” She introduced herself to the woman sheepishly.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:06 PM

When Isley stepped out, he tensed up more in knowing the moment was about to get a lot worse. Harper gave Daniel and amused smile. "I'm Harper. Danny and I have been friends for years." Daniel shook his head in disagreement at that. "Shouldn't you be like, getting ready for your anniversary or bathing in blood or whatever it is you do?" He asked and Harper rolled her eyes. "Does Avery know about this?" She gestured to Isley. "It's none of her business, is it? Papers are signed. Maybe you should focus more on who your husband is sleeping with instead of your best friend's for once." And at that the woman walked away. Daniel sighed "I'm so sorry about that. She's the fucking worst."(edited)

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:15 PM

Isley stood in shock as the two went back and forth. When the stranger walked away, she turned to Dan. "So what was that about?"

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:16 PM

"I don't know." He shook his head. "Does that dress work? We should get out of here."

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:21 PM

Usually, Isley would have asked what Daniel thought of the dress. But he seemed so spooked that she didn’t say anything else. “Yeah, I love this dress. Who was she?” She asked as she walked back to the dressing rooms.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:22 PM

"One of Avery's friends." He shrugged.

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:24 PM

“Oh.” Isley replied from behind the dressing room door. ”Are you okay?”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:25 PM

"I'm fine. It's just annoying. "

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:26 PM

“Okay, baby. Well I love this dress.” She redressed and exited the room with the dress.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:29 PM

Daniel stayed by the door this time, not wanting to risk seeing someone else he knew. He had never in his life felt self conscious or worried about seeing people. This was a weird feeling and he was wondering if he just had too much going on that day to get through it without everything bothering him. He didn't dare tell Isley that he didn't want to go out. Maybe, he decided, he could just distract her. He paid for the dress and headed out to the car. Once he was on the road, he moved his hand over to her leg. "I can't wait to see you in that dress again. It looks so sexy on you."

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:34 PM

Somehow, Isley felt ashamed about being with Dan. Or rather, she felt that Daniel was ashamed of her. When they got back on the road,though, his hand on her thigh distracted her. ”Yeah? I didn’t think you noticed.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:35 PM

"Of course I did. You always have my attention." He squeezed her knee.

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:36 PM

“Good. I like it that way.” She replied, hoping his hand would inch up.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:37 PM

"I'm glad you do because I might be a little obsessed." He joked as he moved his hand up her thigh.

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:38 PM

Isley’s knees parted ever so slightly as his hand moved. ”I hope you stay that way forever.” She replied, her voice slightly breathless.(edited)

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:40 PM

"I know I will. You're so hot. I just want you all the time." He let his hand move further as he spoke.

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:41 PM

Her eyes fluttered shut. “Damnit, Daniel...” she muttered as his hands got closer to her sex, but still felt so far.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:42 PM

"Didn't I tell you to start wearing skirts for me?" He teased. "It's been like a whole week since I've been inside of you and that just is not working for me."

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:44 PM

“Good thing I just got a dress, then.” She countered, her legs fully spread. “Fuck, you might have to pull over again.” She grew even more aroused at his words.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:46 PM

"The city is too busy, baby. We gotta make it to the hotel." He said, though the tightness of his pants was disagreeing with him. "Unbutton your jeans." He demanded.

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:48 PM

“Yes, sir.” Isley nodded at his words, her eyes still closed. She did as she said and unbuttoned her jeans, inching them slightly lower.

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:49 PM

He knew he shouldn't let himself get too distracted while he was driving but he couldn't help it now. His hand moved under her jeans and her panties so he could rub her clit. "Mmm.. Fuck. I love it when you're wet for me like this."

Isley-Last Sunday at 11:50 PM

“Daniel...” Isley moaned as his fingers made their way into her panties. “Jesus, I want your cock so bad.”

Daniel-Last Sunday at 11:59 PM

"You're getting me so hard." He said before biting his lip.March 12, 2018

Isley-Last Monday at 12:02 AM

“Hurry,” Isley ordered, reaching across the console to rub his hard member.(edited)

Daniel-Last Monday at 12:05 AM

"Okay, I gotta have my hand back before I get pulled over." He moved his hand back to the wheel to focus on driving to the hotel. When they got to the parking lot, he got out and walked to her side to open her door for her, his hand moving to her ass until they were in the building.

Isley-Last Monday at 9:02 AM

Isley groaned in displeasure as he removed his hand, then followed him through the hotel. She smirked conspiratorially at Daniel as they entered the building. She loved the possessive way Dan’s hand gripped her ass as they walked. When they got to the elevator, Isley jammed the button aggressively. “Come on..” she muttered.

Daniel-Last Monday at 9:09 AM

Daniel wrapped his arms around her from behind as she pressed the elevator buttons. "Just make out with me a little while we wait." He didn't want to get too hot and heavy but a little couldn't hurt.

Isley-Last Monday at 9:18 AM

Obeying his order, Isley twisted around in his arms and heatedly pressed her lips to his.

Daniel-Last Monday at 9:25 AM

He smirked against her lips as he pulled her tightly against him, his lips moving against hers. When the elevator doors opened, he pulled away from her and grabbed her hand until he got them into their room. He led her to the bed before pushing her back onto and once again getting her jeans undone.

Isley-Last Monday at 9:38 AM

Isley gasped as he pushed her onto the bed, her eyelids heavy with lust. As he took off her jeans, she gripped his hair, just trying to touch him. “Daniel, I need you.” She moaned.

Daniel-Last Monday at 9:39 AM

"You'll have me, baby." He said as he moved to his knees on the side of the bed, his lips moving to her thighs.

Isley-Last Monday at 9:45 AM

Her breath started coming in pants as the anticipation flowed through her veins. Her hands in his hair tightened, pulling lightly.

Daniel-Last Monday at 9:50 AM

He struggled getting her pants off her ankles as he focused on teasing her. When he finally did, he moved between her legs and pressed his tongue against her over her panties.

Isley-Last Monday at 9:56 AM

“Please, Daniel.” She said breathlessly, circling her hips against his mouth

Daniel-Last Monday at 10:01 AM

Daniel pushed her panties to the side so he could press his tongue against her clit. As he began to work her, he moved his hand to his jeans to unbutton them.(edited)

Isley-Last Monday at 10:04 AM

A slight scream tore through her throat as his tongue finally made contact with her clit. Her hands moved from his hair to grip the side of the bed. “Jesus, I’m already close.” Thankfully, Daniel began to unbutton his jeans.

Daniel-Last Monday at 10:06 AM

He wanted to get her off first, so he focused his attention on her clit while he pressed a finger into her. Once his jeans were unbuttoned, his hand moved to her stomach to hold her against the bed.

Isley-Last Monday at 10:10 AM

Isley started to squirm as he worked her, meaningful with every flick of his tongue and pump of his finger. Her hips began to move out of her control, his hand on her stomach the only thing keeping her down. Finally, orgasm washed over her. “Daniel...” she moaned as she came, her hips circling as she rode out her orgasm.

Daniel-Last Monday at 10:14 AM

He waited until he was sure she was finished before he stood up and got his pants off, his shirt going as well because he was hot. He moved over her, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.

Isley-Last Monday at 10:19 AM

Her hands trailed all over Daniel’s body. She could taste herself on his lips, only turning her on even more. “I taste good on you, baby.” She muttered against his lips, her hand going between them to stroke his cock.

Daniel-Last Monday at 10:21 AM

"You're so fucking hot." He pushed his hips into her hand. "I can't wait to be inside of you."

Isley-Last Monday at 10:28 AM

She pumped him a few more times before saying, “I need you inside me, now.” She begged.

Daniel-Last Monday at 10:33 AM

Daniel lined himself up with her opening and pushed into her. He slowly filled her before he began thrusting into her, his lips on hers heatedly.

Isley-Last Monday at 10:39 AM

“Fuck!” She screamed lightly, hitching her legs up and wrapping them around his waist. She bit his lip roughly.

Daniel-Last Monday at 11:14 AM

He had planned to draw this out more but Isley's teeth on his lip urged him to push his hips harder into her. He pulled away just enough that he could get a grip on her leg to bring it to his shoulder, wanting to be deeper.

Isley-Last Monday at 11:59 AM

With her leg up in his shoulder, Isley swore she could feel Daniel at her belly button. She couldn’t control her moans as she gripped Daniel’s shoulders and raked her nails down his back.

Daniel-Last Monday at 12:04 PM

With all the foreplay, Daniel had been on the urge of exploding from the moment he entered her. His eyes fell on hers as he pumped into her. "Fuck baby.. I'm gonna cum."

Isley-Last Monday at 5:26 PM

“Cum, baby.” She ordered, lifting her hips to meet his with every thrust, taking him as deep as she could. She reached one hand down between them and rubbed her clit, bringing herself to a second orgasm around him.

Daniel-Last Monday at 5:49 PM

Daniel pushed against her until he came undone with a low groan. He let her leg drop before leaning down to press kisses to her chest.

Isley-Last Monday at 5:56 PM

Isley panted heavily as they both came and Daniel collapsed onto her. “Hi,” She said breathlessly, stroking his hair.

Daniel-Last Monday at 5:58 PM

"Hello." he grinned at her before pulling out of her so he could roll to lay beside her.(edited)March 13, 2018

Isley-Last Tuesday at 11:39 AM

She rolled over, resting her head on his chest. “Well that was fun.”

Daniel-Last Tuesday at 1:11 PM

"Yes, it was." he ran his hand over back. "it's always fun with you."

Isley-Last Tuesday at 4:30 PM

“Do you think we should shower again before dinner?”

Daniel-Last Tuesday at 4:31 PM

"We should just stay here and do some more of that."

Isley-Last Tuesday at 4:33 PM

Isley laughed at his suggestion. “Normally I’d be all for that, but you just bought me a dress for this, so....”

Daniel-Last Tuesday at 4:33 PM

"Who cares about the dress?"

Isley-Last Tuesday at 4:39 PM

“You just convinced me to let you buy me something. There is no way I’m letting that dress go to waste.” She countered pointedly.

Daniel-Last Tuesday at 4:48 PM

"It's not like you'll never wear it. We go out all the time."

Isley-Last Tuesday at 4:48 PM

"Yeah, but never to places where this dress is acceptable."

Daniel-Last Tuesday at 5:08 PM

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Alright we can shower and go."

Isley-Last Tuesday at 5:59 PM

"Oh hush, you know I'm right." Isley said, sitting up and going to the bathroom to start the shower.(edited)

Daniel-Last Tuesday at 6:01 PM

He had thought he could distract her from going out that night but Isley was not easily persuaded. He got up after a moment and followed her to the bathroom, stepping into the shower and rinsing off under the water.

Isley-Last Tuesday at 6:08 PM

Since they showered that morning, Isley didn't bother actually washing herself with soap, instead just scrubbing herself off under the water. When she finished, she pecked him on the lips and wrapped herself in a towel, then started to blow dry her hair.

Daniel-Last Tuesday at 6:14 PM

Daniel decided to hang out in the shower longer, enjoying the warmth. When he finally got out he got dressed and in a suit and brushed his hair back. Now that it had grown out a little, it looked messy easier. "should I get another haircut?"

#danley #miscarriage tw #idk if that's triggering for some but tagging it anyways

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acciomalfoy · 7 years ago

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my prompt list!

i do the IT characters and cast, Stranger Things characters and cast, Harry Potter characters, and youtubers if requested! send me an ask including 1-4 prompts and who you’d like it to be about and i will have it posted within 5 days xx

my prompt list!

1. “you like her/him, don’t you?”

2. “that has to be the stupidest idea i’ve ever heard. let’s do it.”

3. “i failed.”

4. “i figured out why you need glasses! you must have looked in the reflection one too many times.”

5. “why have you been ignoring me?”

6. “wait, you have a crush on me?”

7. “this isn’t working.”

8. “i hate you.”

9. “i can explain.”

10. “you are so brilliant.”

11. “and that’s why i love you.”

12. “did you seriously just say that?”

13. “that’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.”

14. “wait, that’s your biggest fear?”

15. “you know you love me.”

16. “i would sell you to satan for one corn chip.”

17. “you’re a jerk.”

18. “i don’t want to hear any excuses.”

19. “that’s impossible.”

20. “stop looking at me!”

21. “you’re beautiful.”

22. “alright, who put the mistletoe here?”

23. “there’s just something about you.”

24. “you can go fuck yourself.”

25. “what did i ever see in you?”

26. “i’m falling in love with you.”

27. “i needed you.”

28. “i had a dream last night. everyone here was in it, except you.”

29. “red clashes with the pink.”

30. “you brought me food?”

31. “if you want to get to them, you’ll have to go through me first.”

32. “what book is that?”

33. “slow down!”

34. “you just went through a fucking red light.”

35. “i miss you.”

36. “have i ever told you i love you?”

37. “no, we are not having a pet.”

38. “i would pay to see you fight him/her.”

39. “did you bring the popcorn?”

“i thought you were bringing the popcorn.”

“i hate you.”

40. “can we go to the beach?”

41. “holy shit.”

42. “wait, are you flirting with me?”

43. “hey, eyes are up here mister.”

44. “did it hurt when you fell from heaven? because your face is really fucked up.”

45. “my funny bone!”

46. “stop crying.”

“i just stubbed my fucking toe, i deserve to cry.”

47. “i heard you were into bad girls/boys. well, one time i told the teacher i left the homework at home, but i didn’t even do it.”

48. “i’ve fallen for you and i can’t get up.”

49. “i promise i’ll take you across the world.”

50. “please tell me that was a joke.”

51. “go die in a hole.”

52. “you look so pretty when you smile.”

53. “that’s a fucking girls jacket.”

54. “that’s my sweatshirt and if i don’t get in back in the count of three i will forcibly remove it.”

55. “i have to study!”

“study my face.”

56. “i started the day waking up in a pool of my own blood, is that how you’d like to end yours?”

57. “that was the best thing i’ve ever done.”

58. “ding dong, your opinion is wrong.”

59. “wait, your favourite colour is blue? you told me it was red you bastard!”

60. “you look like shit.”

61. “you shouldn’t have! no really, you shouldn’t have.”

62. “stop laughing at me.”

63. “you’re cute when you laugh.”

64. “are you flirting with them?”

65. “is this all a game to you?”

66. “i would rather die a thousand deaths than watch you cry.”

67. “can you buy me food.”

68. ”i’m so broke my card declined trying to buy a can of soda.”

69. “don’t give me that look.”

70. “let me pick the movie this time!”

71. “that pool is 40% piss.”

72. “is that thunder or your stomach?”

73. “i think you look fine for someone whose fallen down two flights of stairs.”

74. “make me look good.”

“i’ll need a paper bag.”

75. “so what if i’m jealous?”

76. “i think i just shat myself.”

77. “did you just ask me out?”

78. “who is she?”

79. “fuck! that’s my ex!”

80. “if you don’t shut the fuck up-“

81. “i’m on my period and won’t hesitate to devastate, bitch.”

82. “he likes you, a lot.”

83. “go blow a cactus!”

84. “how do we always end up in these situations?”

“eleven years of friend ship and I have no clue

85. “i’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!”

“and i’m trying to subtlety avoid it!”

86. “i guess this is the end.”

87. “who the fuck are you?”

88. “that’s cute”

89. "okay but you just fucking spat on me."

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zairehyun-blog · 7 years ago

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do ask memes :o

ALL OF THEM!? ON THE ENTIRE WEBSITE!? no but since i love you i will ~

Halloween asks : done

‘Let’s get personal’: done

Sweet asks:

vanilla - how has your week been?

An honest to god mess, but that’s okay. It’ll get better soon~

chocolate - what do you crave right now?

Attention.

red velvet - what type of music do you like?

All tbh

ice cream - if you were an animal, what kind would you be?

I WOULD BE RILAKKUMA (u may be like zaire that’s not an animal. shhh let me be rilakkuma)

cake - describe your ideal location

like.. im just gonna say what i consider home

new zealand or osaka 💫

mocha - what are three things that make you feel warm inside?

my bby

the stars

writing abt my day at night

frosting - describe your appearance

uhm Mmmm i don’t know how i would.

marshmallow - do you sleep with plushies? if so, which are your favorites?

I DO INDEED i sleep with my moomin

sorbet - describe an ideal summer day

Going on adventures ;; especially car rides n stuff like that ✨

butterscotch - describe an ideal autumn day

going outside and walking around and the cold wind n i m happy it’s autumn 🍂

caramel - describe an ideal winter day

DRINKING HOT CHOCOLATE AND WATCHING TV IN AN OVERSIZED SWEATER WHILE IT SNOWS AND THEN GOING OUTSIDE TO PLAY IN THE SNOW ❄️

pecan - describe an ideal spring day

sitting outside n just enjoying all the flowers c”:

mint - what’s new in your life?

my bby

pie - “home is where…”

he is

macaroon - list three things you feel inspired to do

draw again

to cosplay

2 mAKE HOT CHOCOLATE NOW

Send me a number:

1: where are you from?

I was born in London but I was raised in New Zealand

2: how old are you?

I’m 18

3: when is your birthday?

March 13th

4: what is your favorite music genre?

It all depends on my mood

5: religious?

Yes

6: do you believe in ghosts?

Yes

7: would you want to be immortal?

Yes and no, I would hate to lose everyone who isn’t but I would love to see how the world will evolve idk

8: favorite book?

Alice in Wonderland

9: favorite song?

MIC DROP ASJGHSD

10: favorite band/singer?

I have too many but between bts and exo :3

11: sexual preference?

Indifferent to gender

12: virgin? If not, how old were you when you had sex for the first time?

No & 16

13: do you drink, if yes, tell me what?

Nah.

14: do you smoke?

15: ever did drugs?

16: ever visit a festival?

Yes

17: do you have pets? tell me about them!

I have 2 cats ✨

Ayumu & Kiyoshi

18: how many countries have you been to?

A lot , my dads travel 2 much

19: do you speak another language besides english? If yes, write a sentence in that language!

Korean - 안녕 사랑해!

Japanese - やあ、君を愛している！

and Arabic - مرحبا انا احبك!

They all say Hi, I love you! C:

20: vegan, vegetarian or meat eater?

21: be creative! write a short story about something that comes into your mind!

ASGIJSDHKJf i hate

one day we all heard zayn left the band and it was the worst day ever like they had a song called the best day ever no bitch this is the worst day ever and we all went 2 bed and it was all a mutual dream we all had (WTF WAS THIS ASKJGHKSD)

22: put your iPod on shuffle and tell me the first 10 songs

i don’t have my phone near me either

23: grab the nearest book and give me the last sentence of page 124

I have no books near me....

24: tell me about your crush

i’m answering his ask

25: any weird habits?

If i get scared i start sucking on the back of my thumb

26: ever been rude to a teacher?

Yeah

27: ever talked to yourself?

I always do...

28: extrovert or introvert?

In the middle

29: the most embarrassing moment in your life?

WHEN MY DAD GOT DRUNK AND STARTED FLIRTING wITH MY OTHER DAD AND WAS LIKE “u single”

and my other dad said “no.” and MY daD cRIEd AJHKGDS

30: what keeps you going?

🍯 you c: 🍯

31: ever thought about suicide?

Always

32: do you suffer from a mental illness?

Yeah

33: I'm bored, tell me something funny that happened to you!

I once fell down a flight of stairs because I thought someone was walking up them and I wanted to beat them, but like as I was falling I realised I was walking downstairs and no one was there.

34: your 5 favorite blogs

1. @spook-hyun

2. @lucidyeol

3. @hosvoks

4. @ultchen

5. any suggestion blog tbqh

35: 10 facts about yourself

1. I can bend my pinky all the way back lmao

2. It took me one night to learn Korean :’)

3. I’m a self taught artist

4. the first cat I ever had, I randomly found and I nursed him back to health and he never left me C:

5. I used to want to be a vet/or just someone around animals at all times

6. I used to live by the ocean and yet i’m lowkey afraid of it askJGHKSD

7. I started this blog as a safe space ✨

8. I have a twin sister who’s older than me by a minute

9. I have a younger sister who still calls me her little brother....

10. i’m madly in love

36: 3 things you like about yourself

Nothing

37: 3 things you hate about yourself

Everything

38: biggest turn on?

AHEH IM NOT DISCLOSING THAT I have a stalker who’s gonna try shit so no

29: biggest turn off?

someone who’s controlling. ;e; like i get if you’re like warning me abt something but if you’re like thisthen yeah fuck off.

30: when did you join tumblr?

January 2014

Luxury Asks:

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?

AHA YALL READY FOR THIS

I wash my face n then i brush my teeth and then i put lotion on and i change and then i drink green tea and watch anime lmao and that’s it

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

You

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

AHEH HOW DO U THINK I GOT HYUN

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

I mean, if it’s for a shopping spree for good reason (like u got cheated on and are trying to make yourself happy) then yeah, but if you do it everyday then no

faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

lots of oversized sweaters and jeans and cosplay outfits

glitter: describe someone special to you.

His eyes look like honey when the sun shines on them and every time it happens I fall in love

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

mY DADS KIMCHI COME FOR ME

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

Go go because

“I want to be cruisin’ on the bayI want to be cruisin’ like NemoNo money but I wanna go far awayI don’t have money but I wanna relaxNo money but I wanna eat Jiro Ono’s sushi

Worked hard to get my payGonna spend it all on my stomachPinching pennies to spend it all on wasting itLeave me be, even if I overspendEven if I break apart my savings tomorrowLike a crazy guy”

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

My happiness

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

If I remember the definition correctly

kinda? but I stopped being that way

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?

n...no not at all lmAO unless it’s like at a comic con or something like that then yeah

pearls: what's something about your personality that surprises others?

I open up to people when I feel comfortable with them, like, I seem really shy and reserved but I open up to everyone I meet as long as I’m comfortable.

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

AAAH my old house

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?

Ironically my cologne is really strong but it’s not so strong you’re like *dies inside*, it’s like, it’s strong so you remember it and if you smell it somewhere, you’re like “Zaire?”

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?

I HYPE MYSELF UP AND THEN I GET READY LMAO

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

AUTUMN AUTUMN AUTUMN LIKE

AUTUMN ABT TO TURN WINTER YES

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

this oversized as FUcK black sweater that says “fuck off” in japanese on the sleeves asghsdjkfl

sheet mask: what's your favorite lazy activity?

drinking tea while watching anime

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?

Inner

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

I’ll draw on the wall and then i’ll paint over it??? unless i rlly rlly like it

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?

ew summer

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don't drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?

Well,

one dad acts all normal and like he’s not drunk and he makes perfect sense and he’s fully aware of everything and can walk perfectly and cook

my biological dad on the other hand is all emotional and affectionate n happy n soft lMAO so i guess i’d be like my biological dad

wow bby i hope you enjoyed this

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bangtangurlarmy · 7 years ago

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Wings [Part 37] || Taehyung

FINDING REASONS

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Fantasy, Fallen Angel! AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary - Taehyung wallows in plausible reasons as to why his mark hasn’t yet disappeared, barely paying attention to what Yoongi explains at the table during breakfast. And when he’s called to his study, Yoongi tells him something that is sure to haunt him.

Prologue ; Part 36

It was a day and a half before Yoongi had woken up. And all of you were very close to believing he was dying since he'd barely any color on his face when he'd arrived. Taehyung wondered how they'd even managed to escape from wherever they were held captive. If it were the dungeons of Kronell, he knew one needed more than just luck to even survive there.

Yoongi sat across you at the table, his legs tucked underneath him, beside Jimin while you, Taehyung and Jungkook sat opposite him. Jin insisted on waiting until Namjoon woke up. You pitied him; and none of you could gather the courage to go up to Jin and tell him it could probably be too late, considering the fact that Namjoon was left to bleed. Like how Yoongi had told you all that morning.

'I'd be surprised if I saw Namjoon walking into the kitchen right now, to be honest.' Yoongi spoke softly before he placed his cup down on the table. You fiddled with your fingers, 'We can always hope, Yoongi. Even you walking into the kitchen for a cup of coffee was a surprise to us,' he responded with a snicker at your half-hearted comment.

'I'm not that easy to get rid of, if that's what you're saying.' He joked, rubbing his right wrist where a red band of dried blood stained his pale skin. You flinched when his fingers ran over them, an uneasy feeling pooling in your stomach. Close to death, and still managing to crack jokes. You wondered how many times exactly he'd been threatened with death knocking his door.

'How did you escape?' You asked, your eyes still on his hand.

'My cousin helped us. I don't know why though. But it won't be long before Father kills him and comes for us himself.' He spoke nonchalantly, a gasp leaving Jimin's lips. Really, was he so used to the idea of being close to killed that he barely spared a thought for his cousin who - he was sure - was about to die?

'Wh-what do you mean, kills him and comes himself? This is- we're not safe?' Jimin's voice shook with fear and you could feel the worry drown every other emotion inside you. One glance at Jungkook dug them below even further. So far you were sure you wouldn't ever be able to reach them. When would this ever get over?

'I'm afraid not. I would've stayed there, to stall them, but Namjoon...he couldn't possible stay in that state, also considering he has a mate. He'd barely survive. Hopefully, Jin being by his side will help him heal faster.' Yoongi explained before shaking his head to a side to flip his bangs that fell over his eyes. Taehyung stayed quiet the whole time, which actually caught your attention. You'd noticed him pulling away from the rest of you - especially you - farther and farther away, that at one point he didn't even flinch when Jungkook pinched his wrist to snap him conscious from a trance.

'Tae? Are you okay? You've been quiet since they've come.' You asked, placing a worried hand on his lap. He simply smiled at you with a nod before looking away. Even when you both were alone, he wouldn't talk to you. He'd just give you one word answers or none at all if you asked him something. You wondered the worst of your fears - was it something you'd said or done, again?

Little did you know, the fact that his mark hadn't disappeared was what had been on his mind since the day before. He had never felt so helpless, hopeless even. He was beginning to think you were not actually his soul mate, and maybe, he belonged to someone else. What if that was the case? Would he have to leave you? His head was swamped with such thoughts, but every time he would see you worried about him, all of them would clear away, reminding him that you loved him. There had to be another reason.

Yoongi heard a fraction of Taehyung's thoughts. He let his eyes stay on Taehyung for quite a while before he got up from the table, 'I'm going to my study. I'll be there for a while, so don't disturb me.' All of you nodded, except for Taehyung. Typical.

He walked upstairs, and just as he was about to get onto the next flight of stairs, he decided he'd check on Namjoon.

Walking to his left, he opened the first door to his right, his sight greeted with a shirtless and wounded Namjoon with a tired Jin by his side, resting his head on his folded hands, a soft snore escaping both of their lips as they slept. Yoongi smiled fondly, before walking up to Namjoon.

He checked his vitals, made sure his heart was still pumping blood. His blood pressure remained normal, and his color was returning. Maybe it wouldn't be too long before he woke up. He let out a sigh of relief before padding away out of the room and upstairs to his study.

He closed the door to his study, inhaling deeply before walking over to his chair. The moment he sat on it, he felt the energy surge through him, the same energy he had felt before any of this happened. He was simply thankful there was a study room in the safehouse. It was nice to be alone for a while.

Since it was his first time here, the room was empty except for the table and the two chairs, one on each side, him sitting on one. He turned around, facing the window that portrayed the gray sky. The color reflecting the times everybody was going through right now. That's when his thoughts drifted to Taehyung.

'He said his mark hadn't disappeared...' Yoongi spoke to himself, as he propped his elbows on the armrests of the chair, his fingers interlocked.

As he watched the sky, the wheels in his head turned quick as he began trying to figure out what might actually be happening to Taehyung. Firstly, you must have already told Taehyung you loved him, otherwise there was no other reason why Taehyung would be so worried about it in the first place. Yoongi was sure you both had mated, he could sniff it the moment he had walked in to the kitchen.

Then what exactly is the issue? Yoongi's brows tightened together as he closed his eyes.

Then it clicked him. He turned around in his chair swiftly, before placing both his palms flat on the table's surface.

'If I'm not wrong...' He began, his voice trailing off as he silently called for Taehyung to come upstairs. In seconds, he heard the door being knocked on.

'Come in.' Yoongi called out, and saw Taehyung poking his head in before walking into the room, his hands intertwined to stop them from fidgeting as he stood there, unmoving. Yoongi signaled him to sit on the chair that stood opposite the table, Taehyung sitting without any hesitation.

'Why did you call me?' Taehyung questioned the moment he sat down, his eyes following Yoongi as he got up from his chair to walk in front of his table, before resting his hip against it, facing Taehyung.

'You're worried about your mark, yes?' Yoongi questioned, as he eyed Taehyung curiously. His eyes widened, 'I- er -no, not really.' Yoongi rolled his eyes.

'I heard you at the table, Taehyung. You can't hide it even if you wanted to.' Yoongi said, earning a defeated sigh from Taehyung. He looked down at his fingers, his palms slightly sweaty before he looked back up, feckless as ever, 'Yes.. I am worried about it.' Yoongi nodded his head, dreading the moment he'd have to explain to Taehyung why so.

'And you have a good reason to be.' Yoongi looked at Taehyung dead in the eyes as he said it.

[Part 38 on Thursday]

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gingervsblondie · 5 years ago

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Blondie Has Servant Trouble (1940)

11:51 PM, Saturday, 19 October 2019

What a title, eh? The biggest first world problem of the 20th century. Needless to say, there are bigger problems in the world in 1940 than Blondie’s servant trouble, but here we are. I’m not in the best mood so why not take it out on this totally well-meaning but inconsequential piece of light entertainment from 80 years ago?

11:55

Hey so: the mailman Dagwood runs into in the intro isn’t the mailman he runs into in the movies proper. I don’t know if it ever was. Maybe in the first movie, I honestly don’t remember, but I don’t know who that guy in the intro is. He’s not the mailman I know and love from these great great flicks.

11:58

Hey, noir detective newspaper guy is back! I guess whatever drama I decided was going on behind the scenes last time is resolved now.

We may never know how much blood he has on his hands, how far he went, interrogating petty criminals in alleys, following the trail that ended at the dog-catchers, God rest their souls.

12:01 AM

So… I think a lot of what I’ve seen so far is stock footage, which isn’t something they’ve done to any noticeable degree in the previous movies. Maybe it isn’t though? I don’t know! I don’t trust myself. Maybe these movies are just so repetitive that I can’t believe that they filmed this stuff a second time anymore.

(Future Euan note: I’m pretty sure it wasn’t stock footage.)

12:03

So far, this entry seems to be about superstitions. You know, black cats, walking under ladders.

I’m kinda checked out. Which I can only apologize for. If you’re reading this I want to give you my all, but I mean YOU KNOW WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN. YOU’VE SEEN OLD CARTOONS. Man I miss Dagwood and Blondie just chilling on the train.

12:07

Blondie: “Poor Daisy. Maybe she’s tired of doing the same thing over and over. I know I am.”

Holy shit, the movie heard me. I’m scared now. I’m feeling very vulnerable and I’m not ready for Blondie Has Servant Trouble to Sonic.exe me.

12:09

Dagwood just electrocuted himself atop a ladder at the top of a flight of stairs, which he then fell down. And all I can think is “man I wish Dagwood could die.”

12:15

Alexander Hamilton Bumstead has a kite.

Kinda like how Charlie Brown flies a kite.

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You know, What Have We Learned, Charlie Brown has a really interesting sequence of World War II footage that’s hand-tinted in bright stylized colours. I could be watching that right now.

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3x6rhf