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bearlytolerant · 3 years ago

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Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Solavellan (Modern AU)

Ch Rating: T

Ch WC: 2169

AO3

Chapter 7

Another day at the office. Editing, emails and the ever elusive caller that enables equal opportunities for playing phone tag. A game Solas never enjoys participating in. The morning slides by and Varric is at his desk, twirling his keys around his finger.

“Lunch?”

Solas glances up and sighs. “I’m trying to get a hold of Seeker Pentaghast. Sera said she had more info on an agent that might have a lead on Crystal Red.”

“That sounds like a lot of maybes and probablys and a whole lot of I don’t give a fuck. You’re allowed to take a break and get some lunch.”

“What if they call while I’m away?”

“They can leave a message. Now let’s get out of here before we don’t have any time at all for food.”

Solas shoves back his chair and follows Varric. “I did pack a lunch today,” he mentions.

“Save it for tomorrow then. I’m craving some street tacos and there’s a truck just up the road. I’ll buy so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I am less concerned about finances and more concerned about getting food from a truck.”

“Ah, live a little Chuckles,” Varric says as he gives Solas a whack on the back.

“If living a little, as you say, means spending two days on the toilet. Perhaps I do not wish to live a little.”

“Well come with me and grab something else. I’m sure there’s something you’d find worthy of your tastes nearby.”

A half hour later and Solas is holding a taco that’s worth the regret he’ll experience from his future self. Some chipotle mayo dribbles down his chin and he swipes it away while pulling out his phone.

He checks his messages. One from Sarya and one from Veda. He taps on the one from Veda first.

Connor went home sick. Pick me up after school today?

He checks the time and swears. How did he not realize he took such a late lunch? She needs to be picked up right now. He dials her number as he stuffs his arms into his coat.

“Veda needs to be picked up,” he tells Varric as he shoves the remainder of his taco in his mouth.

“Got you covered,” Varric replies.

He mumbles a garbled, “thanks” then takes off down the street. Solas is just a block away from his car in the parking garage when she picks up.

“Hey papae!”

“Hello. I apologize. I just now saw your text. I will be late.”

“No worries. I can always watch the band practice until you get here.”

“I will be there soon.”

“Okie doke.”

He says he loves her and hangs up. Sprints the rest of the way down the street, half choking and wishing he’d at least drank some water but makes his way to his little car without incident. He hops inside. Starts it and zooms out of the garage. He’s speeding which has him checking his rear view mirror constantly. But of course, the city has a million stop lights and he hits every red one. He gets to her school later than he ever intended.

He parks, shoving his glasses all the way up his nose, and searches for Veda at the stadium. He spots her in the bleachers, chin resting in her hands and her copper braids coming undone in the breeze. He takes the stairs to meet her two at a time.

“I am so sorry to make you wait,” he says as he wraps her in his arms.

“Seriously, papae. It’s not a problem at all.”

“But what if it had rained? Or stormed like yesterday?”

“I would’ve just stayed inside. Besides, that didn’t happen.”

He sighs, berating himself a little internally. Then he walks with her back to the car. Slides in and clicks his seatbelt in place.

“What’s this?” Veda asks.

Solas glances over at her. She has Sarya’s camera in her hands. He hadn’t even noticed it there. He calmly says, “a camera.”

“Pssh, obviously. But I don’t remember you having a camera.”

“It’s a friend’s,” he says. “We went out for lunch and they must’ve left it.”

“Oh,” she says. “How was work today?” She’s still fiddling with the camera.

“It was work,” he says. Thankfully she easily dropped the subject. “Not much was accomplished.”

She gasps. “Your friend is so pretty. You’ve never mentioned her before. New coworker?”

“No. Just a new friend I met.”

“She looks familiar—and she’s a wonderful photographer. Maybe we should have her take some pictures of us. We haven’t updated our family photos since I was ten.”

“That’s a wonderful idea Veda. However, my friend is only visiting for a short while. I’m not sure there would be enough time to squeeze some family photos in.”

“Bummer. You look so happy around her.”

“I don’t always look happy?”

“You look a different kind of happy with her. It’s nice.”

He takes her words and holds them close to her chest. “Anything interesting happen at school today?”

“Yeah,” she says, then she unloads a multitude of stories. How one of her friends got their tooth knocked out by a basketball in gym. How she accidentally used Elvhen in her Tevene class and didn’t notice until the whole class was just staring at her.

“Did you feel embarrassed?” he asks as they pull into the garage.

“A little. But I mostly found it funny. The way the other kids looked so confused.”

“Does anyone treat you differently when you speak Elvhen?”

She shrugs. “There’s a couple of kids who say stupid things but I don’t hang around them.”

“Veda, I’m happy to speak with the administration if your having trouble with other students—“

“While I appreciate that, I can handle a couple of kids who are jerks.”

“Very well but if you ever—“

“I know.” She slings her backpack in her back then kisses his cheek. “Can I go to Varric’s house? I want to see the cats and hang out with Cole for a bit.”

“Yes, so long as you check with—“

“Already did.” She steps out of the car. “Going to drop my stuff off inside then I’ll see you later.”

“Text me when you want to leave. I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay. See you later, papae.”

Solas sighs. He’s glad she still talks to him and he still gets to see her but there’s also this tiny ache in his chest that misses her always being around the house. But he reminds himself that this is a good thing. It’s just new and he pulls out his phone to read his messages from Sarya.

Hey I’m going to try and stop by your work around 3:15 today.

I stopped by your work but you weren’t there. Saw Varric though! He introduced me to everyone and it was fun! I really like Sera. She’s hilarious! And Merrill was so sweet! Anyway, hopefully I’ll see you sometime soon. 😉

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“I fold,” Sarya says, she takes a drag from her cigarillo. Then throws her cards face up on the table.

“Already?” Han asks. “What a shame.”

“Your mind must be elsewhere, Sarya. I’ve never known you to throw a game,” Vilanti says as she shows her cards.

Han takes the game and lets out a whoop as he gathers them all to shuffle.

“I still can’t believe Dallen just up and left us. Did he say anything to either of you? About his plans.”

Both of them shake their heads.

“It’s really odd.”

“I don’t know why you care. Easier to keep yourself from using him. Easier for him to be happy this way,” Han says.

“Ouch,” Vilanti grimaces, then gestures for all the cards to be handed over. She shuffles.

“I do agree with that actually. It’s just that most who move on from our happy little family tend to give us more of a notice. We didn’t get to give him a proper goodbye.”

“I don’t mean to sound callous here Sarya, but you were the only one who cared about the guy. Makes sense why he moved on.” Vilanti deals.

Sarya picks up her hand and stares straight through the cards. “That’s not true.”

“Basically,” Han argues. He draws a card.

“Sometimes you both are mean.”

“Not mean. Just honest,” Han says.

Vilanti draws. “On another note, I heard Makon made a new friend today.”

“What?” Sarya nearly drops her cards. “Our Makon? Makon—stoic, quiet, unsociable Makon?”

“Yep. Met her at the gas station. She was passing through on her way to Wycome and her motorcycle broke down. He fixed it up for her on the spot and they exchanged numbers I guess.”

“What the fuck?”

“Good for him,” Han says.

Sarya draws a card. “Yeah, seriously. I hope that works out.”

“Our next gig is in Wycome and he plans to see her then.”

“Was it love at first sight or something?” Sarya asks. She folds and picks her cigarillo back up. Her interest in cards declining by the second.

Vilanti shrugs and plays her cards, taking the game. “By the way he keeps talking about her, I’d say yes.”

“What’s her name,” Han asks, gathering all the cards into a pile.

“Athi. Athi Lavellan.”

“Another Lavellan huh?”

“Guess so. Maybe she’s related to you two,” Vilanti says.

“Doubt it. Or if she is, it’s very distant,” Han says.

In the distance they hear yelling and smashing bottles. They all exchange looks.

“Wonder who the hell set Deshanna off—“

“Let’s go see if we can smooth things over,” Han says with a sigh.

“You two can go. I’ll probably make things worse. I don’t think he likes me much.”

“That’s because you push his buttons. Definitely better for you to stay here,” Han tells her.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Then she waves at them as they slip out the door and finishes off her cigarillo.

—

It’s dark and quiet and Sarya gazes longingly out the window at a small patch of stars. The only patch not hidden by the clouds. She sighs and startles at the sound of knocking. Straightening herself out, she rubs the redness from her elbows and opens the door.

“Solas,” she says it like she’s expecting him but she’s truly surprised. She steps out with him, shutting the door behind her.

“You forgot your camera,” he tells her, holding it out in his hands.

She takes it from him, hanging it around her neck. “Thank you. I should really start keeping better track of my things or you’re going to start thinking I’m trying to bait you or something.”

“I would bite every time,” he says, his hands clasped behind his back. There’s a certain sparkle in his eye and she can’t read him. But she knows she wants to kiss him. So without another thought, she stretches up on her toes and takes him by surprise. He is frigid and she panics, certain she has misstepped. After all, friends don’t kiss like that.

“I’m sorry,” she says, a little out of breath. “I don’t know what…”

Her words are caught on the edge of his lips as he captures her mouth again. His kiss is unreserved but not what she’d call passionate. Like the kiss of a long time lover. A kiss of promise. Of commitment. Her mind screams at her to let go while simultaneously wishing and longing for more. His leg is pressed into her inner thigh and despite the chill of the air, she’s certain she is on fire. Her nails are in his shoulder, the camera even hurts just a little as it presses into her chest, and she doesn’t mean to let out a moan but it’s too late for regrets as he pushes her against the side of her trailer. One hand above her and the other in her hair. With each breath she steals between kisses, she studies his face. Memorizes it and stores it for always. Freckles for days and the tiniest scar above his brow. The only sign of his age lies in the lines of crows feet near the edges of his eyes and she tells herself to ask if he has a skincare routine. He certainly seems the type.

She studies his closed eyelids, there’s two freckles on the right and a singular small one on the left and she notices that there’s even some red in his brows and wonders if they’d have red headed babies.

She gasps then. Pulls away. Why in the hell is she thinking of babies?

“Perhaps I should…”

“Kiss me again,” she says to him. She won’t let one ridiculous thought ruin the moment. She knows that she’s falling for him. Too fast, too soon but she’s holding on for another day.

When they break apart she doesn’t want him to go. But it’s too much to ask him to stay. So she waves goodbye then clicks her camera, saving the image of him walking away.

#dragon age #solavellan #modern au #solas x Sarya Lavellan #circus au #free falling #bear writes

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callmemythicalminx · 4 years ago

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Of Rain and Warm Embraces- Tommy Angelo x Reader

Fandom: Mafia Definitve Edition

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence, slight gore, small reference to sexual assault, language.

Summary: You’re in desperate need of help protecting your neighbourhood from a gang of punks. In a last resort, you ask Don Salieri for his services. Tommy is picked for the job, setting into motion a night of laughter, pain and confessions.

A/N: Okie, so... this is kinda long, which is why it’s taken so long. I started writing with this one and didn’t really stop, so grab a blankie, some snacks, put on some nice mood lighting, maybe even treat yo self to a special drink and enjoy the ride...

Dedicated to: @kaiiiiiiparkerismyhusband @lolita-wolfson @mayday1284 @xxsamanthaxx @kneelingforvillains @loutino20 @levitate-gengar @dorothynerding @blackbladevika @my-blog-for-me @rammstein-obsession @octorebel @demonsouthere

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The rain pours hard as you walk across the road. You’d hoped the weather would be clear this evening, but the world seems to be against you. Usually, you take the train home as it drops off right near your street. But on this occasion, you were taking a completely different route, one that had you traversing the streets of Little Italy.

Though there are many people around, you feel on edge as you walk. You have done for the past few weeks since you moved to this city. Every once in a while, you take a quick look over your shoulder, but nothing is amiss. You’re paranoid. They won’t be on this side of town. That’s why you’re here, remember.

You hasten your pace regardless, pulling your coat and umbrella closer to you as the biting wind forces the rain into your face.

By the time you get to Salieri’s, you’re practically drenched through. You dressed up especially nice for work today knowing you’d be coming here after. You wanted to look attractive, make a good impression- but that’s all gone to waste now thanks to the dreadful weather. You must look an image as you quickly rush into the bar, the door slamming behind you as the wind whips against it. Your wet hair flings up into your face from the force and you cringe. Oh yeah, you’re definitely going to make an impression alright.

You’re cheap shoes squelch against the floor as you move towards the older gentleman serving at the bar. It feels like all the eyes in the small space are on you- it’s suffocating. You blush. As you stand there, waiting for the barman to finish with a customer, you cross your fingers and desperately hope you’re not making a puddle on the floor with the water dripping from your coat. You look down. There’s practically a lake on the floor already.

You gawk at it, your eyes practically bulging out of your head. In a feeble attempt to get rid of it slightly, you swipe at it with your foot. You nearly break your neck as your foot slips on it. Thankfully, your hands latch onto the wood bar before you fall.

The sound of a throat clearing with badly hidden amusement brings your head up so fast, you feel like you’ve got whiplash. You open your mouth ready to speak, but you stop short. Instead of the elderly barman who has mysteriously disappeared, a man stands in front of you, a devilishly handsome one at that. Everything you were going to say slips through your mind like a sieve. You just stand there, staring at him with your mouth open. Could your night get any worse?

The handsome man raises his eyebrow at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Can I help ya, darling?” Damn, he even sounds handsome too.

You try to speak. What you end up coming out with is a mix of a breath and a laugh. “I- I uh. I-I um.” His eyebrows raise further.

“Salieri!”

Fuck, did you really just do that? Shout at him?! From the slightly amused look on his face, yes, you definitely did just do that.

“Sorry” you quietly murmur, looking down at the wood just to avoid his eyes. A deep, breathy laugh resounds in your ears, bringing your head straight back up. He’s laughing at you. Usually, you’d be annoyed at someone enjoying your obvious embarrassment, but you can’t seem to stop yourself from smiling back at him.

“It’s alright…,” he gestures for your name “, Y/N.” He pauses, smiling slightly again. “Tommy. I’m guessing you wanna see Don Salieri then?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s what I’m here for. To see him… Don Salieri.” What the hell is wrong with you right now? You’ve never been this nervous talking to someone before. You forget your embarrassment for the time being though as Tommy smiles, nodding his head and pursing his lips.

“That I can do. May I just ask why you wanna see the boss?” He leans down slightly on crossed arms, bringing his face slightly closer to yours. You swear you can feel his warm, whiskey scented breath on your face but it’s more likely the warm air seeping into your cold flushed cheeks.

“I- I uh, need his help with something. Or his services should I say.” He nods, apparently pleased with your answer, then gestures for you to follow him.

“I’ll show you to his office.”

As you make your way through the bar and into the back rooms, you curl into yourself unconsciously, running your hand through your wet hair in a desperate attempt to control it. You feel out of place here. The men are dressed to the nines, in expensive tailored suits. The women are just the same, smoking high-end cigarettes in dazzling dresses. You look like a drowned rat compared to them.

In a sense, you feel like you’ve walked into the viper’s den. You’ve heard the stories. Seen the newspapers- these men are criminals. The one in front of you who has enraptured your attention is no doubt one too. This isn’t the place for you. Danger and illegal activities aren’t exactly your go-to hobbies. You’re here only because you’re desperate. So why are you suddenly very interested in the gangsta in front of you?

Tommy leads you up a set of stairs and to the right, pausing at a door. He looks back at you and must notice your terrified expression, as he releases a small, wispy laugh.

“Don’t look so petrified, yea? The Don’s only scary if you’ve done something wrong. Have you?” You shake your head hard in response. He nods. “Then you should be fine.”

He knocks and a strong voice from within grants entrance. Tommy opens the door, announcing himself.

“Boss, I’ve got a dame here to see ya. Says she’s in need of your services.” Timidly, you follow behind him, peering slightly from behind his back. You see the Don look up at you, a warm smile appearing on his face. You try to hide behind Tommy’s back again but he moves to close the door, leaving you in direct view.

You don’t move for a beat. It feels like a million alarm bells are ringing off in your head, screaming at you to leave this room and run away. You’ve never been in a room with a man of such power and influence, so your body's fight or flight response is going wild, favouring the latter option to the first. You finally move forward when you feel a hand press against the base of your spine, leading you towards the desk gently. At that moment, you’re very thankful Tommy is here with you even though you’ve only known him for less than five minutes.

“Don Salieri Sir!” You blurt, thrusting your hand up unceremoniously. You expect him to shake your hand but you’re shocked when he instead rises and grabs your hand with both of his own.

“Please dear, just call me Salieri. And don’t look too worried, I’m not as frightening as everyone makes me out to be.”

You hear Tommy let out a small drawn out “Well” behind you, but it goes unnoticed by Salieri as he crosses around his desk to come before you. His hand rubs the top of yours slightly as he does so.

“You’re freezing girl. Tommy, would you get the poor girl a coffee, please?”

“Sure thing, boss.” He leaves the room and you’re quite tempted to follow him, but you feel rooted to the spot under the Don’s intense, but intuitive gaze. He leads you to one of the couches and gestures for you to sit. You take your wet coat off as you do and he takes notice, offering his hand to take it off you.

“That’s not necessary-”

“Please. I insist.” You give it to him, albeit with a little reluctance. You rub your palms against the fabric of your dress, smiling slightly when he turns back towards you. Thankfully Tommy then re-enters the room, easing your nerves slightly. He places a small cup down in front of you, steam rising like a beacon. The aroma is too enticing for you to handle and you immediately reach for the cup, sighing as the warmth begins seeping into your cold skin. The two men laugh slightly at your reaction, making you blush as you blow onto the hot liquid.

Salieri sits opposite you, Tommy standing beside you. The latter must notice you shivering slightly now that your coat has been taken off as a sudden warmth envelops you, smelling like rich cologne and cigarettes. Tommy’s coat covers you like a blanket, incredibly long against your frame. You reach up and pull it around you tighter, looking up at him with a shy smile in thanks. He smiles back, this time with more softness than before.

“Wonderful idea, Tom.” You barely register Saileri’s response as you find yourself enchanted by Tommy’s golden eyes. It’s only as he replies, that you seem to snap out of your trance. “Just tryna help the lady boss.”

“So my dear. How can I help you?” Oh yeah. Right. You actually forgot for a moment why you were here. You look back towards Salieri, taking a sip of your coffee as you do so. You can feel it already beginning to warm up your body and sigh before beginning to speak.

“Well, where do I begin?” You let out a gentle, almost soulful laugh then continue. “I moved back into the city about a month ago. I’ve been away for a while because of an old job, but I’ve returned to look after my father. He’s quite ill, you see. I don’t think he has long left and I- I just want him to feel comfortable.” Salieri nods solemnly, eyes adrift. Tommy places his hand against your shoulder, squeezing slightly and you whisper a small thank you to him.

The Don looks at the hand on your shoulder for a second, squints, then returns his gaze back to you. You take a deep breath, sipping more of your coffee before continuing. “My father and I live in an area of mostly elderly folk. They can barely see 10 feet in front of them anymore, nevermind deal with any trouble. Because of that, there’s this little gang of goons terrorising my father and his neighbours. They know they’ll be able to get away with it.”

Salieri nods. “Have they tried anything with you?”

“Um, well. They uh. They cornered me a couple of nights ago and started,” you struggle to get the words out for a second and feel another comforting squeeze on your shoulder “, touching me, but luckily there were some police walking down the street. So they left pretty quickly. They haven’t tried anything since, but to be completely honest with you, I’m more worried about the elderly residents than myself.”

“That’s kind of you dear. Putting them before yourself.” Salieri nods to himself, lighting up a cigar as he does so. �� You’re wanting some protection then?”

“Oh please. I’d be happy to pay.” Salieri looks at Tommy again. You don’t know what passes between them, but the former nods rising from his seat. You follow him after quickly sipping the last of your drink.

“There’s no need. I’d be happy to help get rid of those punks.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, bringing your hands to your chest in thanks. It feels like a great weight has been lifted from your body. Your father will finally be safe.

“Oh, thank you, Mr Salieri! I’m truly indebted to you for this!” The man in question shakes his head as he crosses round to you and grabs your hands again.

“Trust me, my dear, there is no price for this. These punks need to know that I run these streets and look after all who live in them,” he turns towards the door “, Tommy will drive you home. I would imagine the goons are usually out around about now?” At your nod, he moves to collect your coat.

“He will deal with them tonight then. As for you my dear, if you ever need anything else at all, whether it’s a job or some money… please don’t hesitate to come back and ask.”

“I will. Thank you, Mr Salieri!” At that, he gives you one last smile, then retreats back to his desk. Tommy ushers you out the office after collecting your coat from his boss, then leads you back down the stairs.

Before you reach the exit, you reach up to take Tommy’s coat off but his hand reaches out and stops you before you can do so. You look up and see him gazing at you with a warmth in his eyes.

“Please. Keep it on. You need it much more than I do right now.” You open your mouth to argue, but from the look on his face, you surrender and instead pull the coat tighter around you.

“Thank you, Tommy.” He nods, looking down, then pushes open the door. He reaches behind you and ducks you slightly, then you’re suddenly out in the rain again, rushing towards a building opposite. You keep your head low, trying to shield your eyes from the bullet-like rain. Tommy ducks you more, moving his other hand over the top of your head to shield you further. You feel your heart skip a beat at the kind gesture. No one’s ever been this kind to you before. Stop it Y/N, he’s part of the goddamn Mafia. You don’t need any more trouble.

You choose to ignore the rational part of your mind as you reach the cover of a garage, a beautiful dark blue Eckhart Elite waiting parked inside. Tommy shakes his shoulders slightly in an attempt to lose some of the rain on his jacket. He reminds you of a dog, making you giggle.

“You laughin’ at me, darling? After I just kept you dry from the rain?” You can’t help but continue giggling at his mock hurt expression. He shakes his head at you while he leads you to the passenger side.

“Maam.” He opens the door for you and actually bows. You try to retain a smile, but it breaks out easily on your face. You mock curtsy in return as you climb into the car. “Why thank you, good sir, you do know how to treat a lady well.”

You see his smirk as he shuts the door and jumps in the driver seat after leaving your wet coat in the back. Once the engine is on and he’s got your address, he drives out into the rain.

As you look out onto the road, reality comes crashing down around you, reminding you that you’re now stuck in a car with a criminal for the next 20 minutes. You take in a deep breath through your nose. Instead of calming your racing mind, it instead focuses your attention more on Tommy as you get a deep whiff of his smokey scent. Why not enjoy your time with him? He has been such a gentleman. For once, you can’t help but want to agree with your inner voice.

“Your boyfriend must be a coward if he’s not dealin’ with these punks for ya.” Your head shoots back to Tommy, confusion on your face. “What? It’s not that hard to send a message-”

“Wait, no. I’m not- I don’t have a boyfriend.” Tommy looks at you with genuine shock.

“You’re kiddin?”

“I’m telling the truth.” You shrug your shoulders as you look back out the window “Ever since I moved back, I haven’t really had time to date, what with my father and working. Well that and the fact I haven’t really found anyone I’m interested in yet.” Tommy doesn’t say anything back. You turn to look at him and find him looking at the road, but you can tell his mind is in a completely different place. He finally seems to come to his senses as he shakes his head, looking towards you. He actually blushes when he realises you were looking at him. To save him from the embarrassment, you start the conversation again.

“Well, what about you? Does any lucky girl have the privilege of calling you there's? Surely a man such as yourself wouldn’t be single.”

Another eyebrow raise. “A man such as myself? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Damn, you really need to think about what you’re saying around this man. “Um, well. Y’know. You’re uh… handsome. And you're very gentlemanly and kind. You’re tall too. And you have… Nice taste in cars.” Your rambling now. It’s only when you hear a deep laugh come from your driver that your embarrassment quickly disappears. Instead, you look at him incredulously, squinting at him in mock anger. He notices and laughs even harder.

“I’m glad you find my unfiltered mouth so funny Tommy.” You say it sarcastically, but you can’t help but smile as you speak. He breathes deep, looking down at the wheel then back up to you.

“I’m sorry. It’s cute seeing you get so flustered darling.” You know you’re blushing again, but thankfully the absence of light on the street hides your rosy cheeks. No one’s ever called you cute before. “As laughable as it sounds, I don’t have a girl right now.” Now you are in disbelief.

“Did you not just hear what I embarrassingly said about you? How could you possibly be single?!”

“Yea, I know, I know.” He shrugs, pursing his lips slightly. “I just… Haven’t found the right girl yet. There’s also not many women who wanna be with a guy like me.”

“Now why would you say that? It’s not your job is it? No wait, I know- you have some kind of weird hobby don’t you?!” You’re really taking the piss out of him now. And he knows it- you can see him silently laughing. He answers anyway. “Apart from being one of Salieri’s soldiers, my ‘nice taste in cars’ and my handsomeness, I haven’t really got much else to offer.”

“Oh please, there has to be more to you than just being a gangsta Tommy.”

“Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t- guess you’re just gonna have to find out.”

You don’t get to process his answer fully, as your mind suddenly blanks as he turns onto the main street that leads to your road. You spot the goons out of the corner of your eye immediately.

“Tommy, there! That’s them on the side of the road!” All traces of humour leave his face. He pulls the car in just in front of them and quickly gets out, slamming the door behind him. You follow him, jumping out into the rain. The goons having already noticed the expensive car were making their way over, but now that they’ve seen you, they quicken their steps.

“Hey sugar, haven’t seen you in a while. You been holding out on us?”

“Piss off.” You know it’s ‘unladylike to swear’ but you couldn’t care. You’re sick of these punks and with a gangsta at your back, you also feel fearless. The leader of the gang walks closer to you when you reach the sidewalk, but Tommy steps in front of you before he can get any closer.

“If you saps aren’t careful, you’ll end up in wooden overcoats.” The leader looks taken aback for a second. But then his confidence returns and he slowly walks towards Tommy, puffing his chest out as he does. His friends follow close behind.

“You brought your boyfriend sugar? It’s okay, he can watch. He can even join in at the end if he wants.” That’s apparently hilarious as the rest of the goons start laughing along with their leader. Tommy just gets more rigid. You can feel the waves of anger rolling off him and you know he’s gonna go for them any moment now. His tone is clipped and harsh as he replies “You fucks clearly don’t know how to treat a lady do ya?”

The leader’s laughter immediately stops.“Listen here pal. We know who you are- you’re one of Saleri’s washed up soldiers.” He spits on the ground at Tommy’s feet. “We ain’t afraid of you.”

“I don’t need him for this. Or anyone else.”

“Well then. Let’s see what you can do.” The leader swings for Tommy, but in the blink of an eye, he’s on the ground passed out. The rest of the punks pause for a second, thinking over their options before (stupidly) running towards you both, eager to get revenge for their leader.

Tommy quickly jumps into action, biding his time between them all as he begins taking them out one by one. You stand there shocked for a moment, disbelieving of what you’re seeing. He takes them out easily, his fists landing heavy blows that can be heard even in the roaring rain. As one of the punks tries to grab him from behind, you jump into action yourself. You reach for a brick on the ground and hurl it towards his head.

Somehow, it actually hits him with a large thud. He falls to the ground just behind Tommy, the man in question turning around to see what happened. He smiles at you in both thanks and appreciation, before ducking out of the way of another punch. From your short interaction with him, you fail to see a beefy goon run at you from the side, pushing you back into the car. You slam into the wing mirror with force, the wind rushing out of your stomach. You gasp and sputter into his face as you try to breathe, making him angrier. You attempt to push him, lifting your leg up aiming towards his crotch, but he spins you around quickly forcing you over the bonnet. As thunder belows through the sky, your answering scream can barely be heard.

You panic, flinging your legs out wildly. Somehow, you manage to kick his leg and he curses behind you. He flings you around again. You barely register a sudden sharp pain against your face before you’re falling to the ground. Agony radiates through your head, your ears ringing. Luckily, your arm blocks your head from hitting the ground, but you feel your hands and knees scrape the gravel.

You can’t move. The pain is clouding your thoughts. You can do nothing but lie there, breathing heavily as you wait for your senses to return. You feel hands grasp your shoulders, one of them rising to your face. You shrink back from it at first, but then the hand curls around your cheek, softly rubbing against a forming bruise. You look up into golden eyes and the world freezes around you. You feel safe. Comforted. As those eyes look at you with worry, you no longer feel the water soaking into your dress or the ache from the scratches on your skin. You can’t hear the thundering rain or the whistle of the wind through your ringing ears. You can barely even register your pounding hearbeat. All you can see, hear, feel… is Tommy. Those warm hands pulling you into a strong hug. The frantic beating of his heart from his solid but warm chest. Home. It feels like home.

“Y/N?! Y/N!? You okay, darling?!” You struggle to answer, overwhelmed by the emotions running rampant through your body.

Tommy rises with you pressed against him, pulling you into the open again. As you feel the full force of the rain again, the world centres around you and the chaos of the weather reigns over your senses once more.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit shocked is all.” You can hear how dazed you sound. Tommy looks down at you and curses. He pulls you back from the car, quickly opening your door and ushering you in. He turns around and runs around the car, getting in himself and quickly starting the engine. His hair is soaked and he runs his hand through it, trying to tame it before driving off. You just continue to look at him, unbelieving of the experience you just had. You ignore the bodies of the punks as he goes down the road towards your street. You ignore the body of the beefy goon whose head has practically vanished underneath a bloody brick. You can only focus on him.

“Do you have a first aid kit at your house?” You don’t hear him at first. It’s only when he looks at you again that you snap out of your reverie. He repeats the question.

“Yeah, yeah. I have one, it’s there for my father.”

“Your father ain’t the one I’m worryin’ ‘bout right now. I need to fix you up, your cheeks’ bleeding.”

It is? Your hand reaches up, stroking lightly. You feel a sting. Lo and behold, when you move it back, there’s a smudge of blood on your fingertips.

“That fucker was wearing rings. They cut your fuckin’ face!” Tommy is angry- really angry. Though your cheek is bleeding, you can feel that it’s nothing to worry about. You attempt to calm him down.

“Tommy, it’s fine. It’s just a-”

“That ain’t the point darling!” His fingers grip the steering wheel tighter, his mouth a grimace. You can practically hear his teeth grinding together. “I don’t like seeing women hurt. Especially y-” He suddenly stops talking. You look at him but he refuses to meet your eyes.

“Especially who Tommy?”

“It doesn't matter. We’re here.” He jumps out the car before you can say anything more, quickly running round to your door. You limp slightly as you get out, the grazes making your legs ache with the pain. Before you even know what’s happening, you're suddenly in Tommy’s arms as he runs up the driveway of your home. You open your mouth to protest, but his arms grip you tighter, pulling you just slightly more into his chest. Why not enjoy it?

Once you reach the door, Tommy takes your keys from you and swiftly opens the door, carrying you to the couch in your living room. He goes to retrieve the first aid kit after closing the door, while you struggle out of his now soaked coat. You leave it hanging over the side of the armchair facing you.

Tommy re-enters the room moments later, already routing through the kit. Thankfully, you only have the minor cut on your cheek and some grazes on your hands and knees from where you fell, so they only need to be cleaned and covered.

He falls into a crouch before you, unrolling some cloth as he does so. Neither of you speak as he adds a dab of alcohol to the material, the weight of the conversation in the car still hanging heavily between you. When he reaches up to start dabbing at your cheek, there’s no way of escaping looking at each other.

“Thank you Tommy. Not just for helping me deal with those goons. But for looking after me too.” He breaths deep, looking away from you as he adds more alcohol. He doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “I’ve never really had someone look after me like this before. Apart from my father, my experience with men is little to none.”

Tommy sighs, his hand dropping from your face. “Y/N, I-”

“Please. Let me finish.” You say it softly, almost a whisper. He purses his lips, but nods at you to continue.

“I know you don’t think you have much to offer. I also know that we’ve only known each other for a few hours. But the way you made me feel tonight Tom….” You shrug, looking down at your fidgeting hands. “I haven’t ever felt this way before- like someone cares about me.”

You pull at your fingers in your nervousness, but his hand stops you, gently holding your hands between his. He rubs slightly at your skin with his thumb.

“I’ve never really joked with another girl, like I did with you tonight. Usually, it’s my buddies takin’ the piss outta me. It was… nice.” You let out a scoff before you can stop yourself, swinging your face back up. Tommy looks off to the side with a reminiscent smile.

“Nice? That’s it?” He laughs quietly at your response. He looks into your eyes and you swear you can see the battle taking place in his mind through those pools of burnished gold.

“Fine. It was better than nice.” You nod, pleased and he just sends you one of his smirks, his eyebrow raised.

“You really impressed me when you knocked that guy out. You also scared the shit outta me when I saw you fall to the floor after that punk…” he breathes deep unable to finish his sentence. Unconsciously, your hand reaches out and cups his face. You can feel his day old stubble beneath your fingers as you slightly caress his cheek to comfort him. His own hand reaches up and covers yours.

“I ain’t ever been that worried about a dame before. It… scared me in a way.”

“What are you saying Tommy?” You ask, stroking his cheek gently.

“It ain’t obvious?”

“It is. I just wanna hear you say it.” You practically beam at him. He jokingly sighs, then leans forward tilting his head slightly.

“I’m saying Y/N, I think I wanna make you my girl.” You can’t help the wispy giddy laugh that escapes your chest.

“I think I’d like that Tommy.”

This is really not how you thought this night was gonna go. He finishes cleaning up your wounds, then covers them. You’ll have some explaining to do to your father tomorrow no doubt. Tommy rises to dispose of the stained cloth, walking to the door after helping you up from the couch. As he opens it, you suddenly realise you’ve left his coat on the arm chair. You turn to retrieve it, but his hand quickly grabs your wrist. You look at him in confusion but he just smiles michievlosuly.

“You can bring my coat back to Salieri’s tomorrow. I’ll return yours. Then I’ll take you out. To the pictures maybe. I might even get ya some flowers.”

Oh, he’s smooth. You shake your head and lean up, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. You can’t contain the giddy feeling that spreads through your body when you see the blush painting his cheeks. “It’s a date.”

He grabs your hand, bowing again and kissing it. “Until tomorrow then maam”. You jokingly curtsy back. “Goodnight to you sir.”

He smiles one last time, then turns, hurriedly walking back to the car. You wait under the shelter of your porch until he drives off, giddily spinning when you see him leave the road. If you neighbours can for some reason see you, you don’t have it in you to care. You’re in a bubble of happiness right now and nothing is going to burst it.

After locking your door, you walk to the couch and pick up Tommy’s coat. Even wet, his smell still clings to it and you can’t help pulling it up to your nose and taking a whiff. Just the scent alone makes you feel warm and safe. You bring it up the stairs with you, quickly checking in on your sleeping father, before going to your own room.

You leave Tommy’s coat to dry in the bathroom, touching it every so often as you get ready to go to bed. When you finally crawl between the sheets, you can still smell cigarettes and whisky.

As you fall into slumber, your dreams consist only of golden eyes and a warm embrace.

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Thank you for reading minxies! If it’s too long or boring, I’m sorry. I really just wrote with this one... (Unedited)

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gubes-sweaters · 4 years ago

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Never Be the Same (part 2)

Author's Note: This is part two to the once shot I wrote called Never be the Same. I honestly didn't like the one shot, and I was surprised by the overwhelmingly positive reaction. A lot of people on Tumblr wanted a part two so here it is. I’ve re-written this like three times and this ending I’m semi happy with. Also, don't worry there's a cute fluffy ending.

Content Warning: Arguing, idk just really sad for like half of the story.

Word Count: 2.8k

Never be the Same (part 2): You Have Us

I wake up in a cold and empty bed the next morning. The blankets on Spencer’s side of the bed are still made, so he didn’t come home last night. The sun is stinging my already burning eyes from crying all last night. What did I do? Can we come back from this? I can’t call him and I have no clue where he’s at. I start to get worried to the point that I’m nauseous. I haven't been feeling very good as of late, but I'm chopping it up to the stress of Spencer coming home. I’m trying to think that this feeling in the pit of my stomach as of late is because of how he distanced himself. At first, he wouldn’t keep his hands off me, and he followed me around literally everywhere. Once week three of him being home rolled around, and he started teaching I became a second class citizen. I’m not sure what the freak out was about yesterday because after Spencer got home we didn't have any problems with sex. I mean it only happened once a day or two after he got home, but I thought because it already happened that it would come naturally to us once again.

There's this feeling of nauseousness in the pit of my stomach as I feel the bile rise in the back of my throat. I quickly run to the bathroom and release all of my food from last night. After a minute I can finally pull myself off of the ground and brush my teeth. As I go to brush my teeth a little part of my brain remembers a similar situation I was in about a month before Spencer went to prison.

-Flashback-

“Hey, are you okay?” Spencer consoles me as I’m hunched over the toilet. Despite being a germophobe he insists it’s okay because I need help.

“Yeah I might’ve picked up a stomach bug from work,” I say with my head resting on his shoulder.

He pulls me into a tight embrace before helping me off the ground. I walk over to the sink and go to brush my teeth, but as I do Spencer puts his hand over mine and shakes his head at me.

“You shouldn’t brush your teeth right after you throw up. Just gargle some mouthwash it’ll have the same effect except you’re not brushing the acid into your teeth and gum line.”

“What would I do without you.”

“Probably have problems with plaque,” he says before kissing the crown of my head.

-End of Flashback-

I took Spencer’s advice from a while ago and went to use mouthwash but I couldn't find any. I check the medicine cabinet, a cabinet where we tend to keep extra toiletries for his go-bag, and finally, I check in the cupboard underneath the sink. When I grab the mouth wash I also knock over a small box. I pick it up and I’m reminded of the same day as the mouthwash memory. That day I've never seen Spencer as anxious, excited, and happy.

-Flashback-

“Are you sure? I think you’re being a little over dramatic,”

“I'm completely sure that we should at least check. Between your nauseousness, acid reflux, fatigue, vertigo, and now you’ve missed your cycle twice. I think we have reasons to be at least a little suspicious. Please just take the test for me,” He says while passing me the box with two tests in it.

“Fine, but I don’t think I’m pregnant. So don't get your hopes up,” I say before walking to the bathroom.

I take one of the two tests and Spencer and I wait the ten excruciatingly long minutes. Eventually, the timer went off, and we just stared at each other silently begging the other one to look. Eventually, I conceded because I'm super impatient. I picked up the stick and there was only one line there wasn't even a faint tiny second line.

“As disappointed as I'm sure we both are, we have time. This means that we can both do some pre-planning for our little genius.” I tell him with a sad look on my face reflecting the same look Spencer has on his face.

He just nods in silence. I can tell this really hurt him. Partly because he was so sure, and he's not one to be wrong normally. I can tell that he's mostly disappointed that I wasn't pregnant because he wants to be a father so bad. At least he took my advice for taking this time to plan very seriously. He came home the next day with three baby books which he read them all before I even finished cooking dinner.

-End of Flashback-

That same feeling Spencer had that I lacked the first time I took one of these tests is now very present, but this time I'm the one with the feeling. Something in my gut is telling me to take this test. It’s really stupid because I don't want to worry about my boyfriend and a baby. This couldn't be a more inconvenient time. I'm not on birth control because I've had a bad reaction to the pill in the past, so it’s possible. My heart is telling me, yes, but my brain is telling me no that I'm stupid and I should be worrying about Spencer right now. I go against my brain's wishes and I take the test. In the meantime, while I'm waiting for the test results I set a ten-minute timer, and then I call JJ. We've been friends for a long time now, and she's the reason I met Spencer. When it rings through I assume she’s busy, so I decide to call Garcia instead.

“What's up sugar plum?”

“Hey Pen I hate to ask this of you, but I'm really worried about Spencer. I know he always leaves the house with his work cell no matter what. He left last night and hasn't been home since. I'm worried about him. Can you at least tell me if he's okay?”

“Of course doll. Give me a moment. Is everything alright between you two?” she asks while her fingers were furiously typing away at her keyboard.

“Yeah, just a little bit of a disagreement, nothing to write home about.”

“Okie Dokie his work cell first pinged off a cell tower near Morgan's house, then pinged off a tower near a bar down the street, then finally he’s been at Morgan’s ever since. Is that all I can help you with?”

“Yes, thank you! I owe you one.”

“Oh please sugar the pleasure is all mine.” She says in a flirty tone before hanging up.

Next on the agenda is to call Morgan. I know him pretty well because I was dating Spencer for a couple of years before he retired from the BAU to be with his son. I call Morgan but it rings through. I decide that I might get better results if I talk to Savannah.

“Hey girly! Let me guess you want your boyfriend back;” She says in a goofy tone.

“Huh?”

“Spencer came here last night and said he needed to blow off some steam. He, Derek, and Hank went down to the park about half an hour ago. He didn't look upset at all today or yesterday, so I don't know what he means by blowing off some steam. Either way, he and Morgan have been all smiles all day. I figured something was off because he came here with tears in his eyes, but he hasn’t been crying since-”

Beep

The alarm interrupted both of our thoughts. I walk over to the test as I stammer out a sentence if you can even call it that. With a shaky hand, I pick up the test and look at the stick with two very defined pink lines.

“Hey...hey...um can I come over and talk to Spencer there. We had a bit of a disagreement last night. I think it would be best if someone like Morgan with a level head was there. Only if it’s okay I don’t want to intrude,” I say, my voice and hands shaking as my eyes start to well with tears.

“Nonsense you’re always welcome at our house. Any time of day I'll let the both of them know you’re coming over once they’re back from the park.”

“O--okay I'll see you in a bit,” I say before hanging up.

I decide that I need to calm myself down before driving far out to Morgan’s house. I go to the dollar store not far from our apartment and decide to take two more tests just in case. I also took this time to collect my thoughts and come to terms with the fact that I’m pregnant. Holy shit I’m pregnant! Sure enough, both tests also came back positive. There’s only one possible time it could’ve happened so that means I’m ten going on eleven weeks along.

I drive to Morgan and Savannah's house with two of the three tests in my purse. This isn't the perfect time but I hope that Spencer will hear the good news and the old Spencer might come back to me at least part of him. I take a deep breath as I put my car in park, preparing myself for the worst and best possible situations. As I knock on the door I can feel my heart speed up faster and faster. The door opens to Savannah with a big smile plastered on her face.

“Hey, it’s nice to see you. I’ve missed you so much and I'm sure Morgan does too.” She says before stepping to the side and welcoming me inside.

“It's nice to see you too. Spencer isn't upset is he?”

“No, he's actually sitting with Hank in the living room. He and Morgan have watched Hank trip over his feet for the past hour.”

We both walk into the living room and sure enough, the sight is enough to melt anybody’s heart. Hank uses the coffee table for balance, and he's walking back and forth between Spencer and Morgan.

They both look up after Hank falls on his butt once more. Spencer gives me a tight-lipped smile and Morgan picks up Hank before walking over to me.

”Spencer explained what happened. He doesn't know how to apologize for being so defensive and scared. Be a little lenient on him.” he tells me in a very calm and patient voice. The type of voice that a father should have. I baby talk hank and take in how much he's grown in a short amount of time before making my way over to Spencer. Savannah and Morgan leave the room monetarily and I sit next to Spencer in an awkward silence for a couple of moments.

It was completely silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It wasn't until the silence was broken by the sniffles Spencer was trying to contain. I turn to see that hot tears are streaming down his face, and he's looking at me not like he's not angry but scared. I reach out to touch his arm and I hate the way his muscle tensed under my touch. Is he that disgusted with me? He can't even let me be near him comfortably.

“Can you please say something...anything at all.”

“I’m scared,” that's all you hear out of Spencer before he starts sniffling once more.

“Spencer why? Is it me? Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m scared of myself. I’m not the same person I used to be. I’m scared you’re going to leave me because I'm not the same. I'm just terrified that I might hurt you even.”

“Oh Spence, you didn't hurt me and I know you wouldn't. If you’re referring to last I know you never would. We need to talk about this. Why did you even go to Morgans in the first place.”

“I knew that I'd be far from you. Morgan had to learn more than once how to feel normal again after a traumatic situation. He also knew what it was like to possibly lose Savannah. I just needed a distraction. I'm sorry I snapped at you, but I didn't want you to press the issue.” He says just barely above a whisper. He can't even look me in the eyes he feels so ashamed. If he does make eye contact it’s a split second, and he looks like a kicked around puppy.

“Spencer… I’m not going to act like I know what you’re going through, but something I can do is be with you the whole time. I get Morgan is like your older brother and you look up to him, but this kind of feels weird having this serious conversation here.”

“I know it feels like we’re invading a bit, let's just go home.”

-time skip-

“This feels much better,” I say as I throw my keys on the countertop.

“It sure does.” He says standing right behind me.

Before he can protest I wrap my arms around him so tight I basically have a death grip on him. After he relaxes into my touch he starts to nestle his face in the crook of my neck.

“I’m just scared of losing you, hurting you, or upsetting you. I realize pushing you away and yelling at you did nothing but put me in jeopardy of doing all three.” He says as I can feel each breath pass along my neck. It feels like home because this apartment isn't home without him.

“You’re not going to lose me. I love you so much. I'll always be there for you… we’ll always be there for you…” I trail off.

“Yeah I know… wait who else?” He asks while pulling me from him just enough, so he can see my face. With a proud smile from ear to ear I decide it’s now or never to tell him.

“Well, we won’t get to meet them yet. Give it about six months.”

“Wait, you're pregnant?” He asks totally dumbfounded. An IQ of 187 to 60 just like that. I just nod as the tears start to fall, but instead this time they’re happy tears.

“Oh my god! I’m going to be a dad!” He says as he picks me up and twirls me really quick.

“Wait, are you okay? I didn’t cause too much stress right? We’re going to have to do so many things we don’t have enough time. What if I’m not ready?” Panic thickly laced in his voice. His head is obviously going a million miles a minute. I need to bring him back down to earth and quickly.

“Love it’s going to be okay. I saw you with Hank today and I’ve seen you with Henry and Micheal. They all absolutely adore you. It’s going to take time, there's still a lot of healing. It’s all going to be okay because we’re going to have the little family we’ve always wanted. We can worry about all of the details tomorrow. I just want to be right next to you for the rest of the night. Okay?” I say as I lead him to the couch.

“Okay,” He says with a larger than life grin on his face. He leans in to kiss me and this time it wasn’t rushed or filled with dread. It was like he was putting all of his love into one tender little kiss.

“I wish we had more time at Morgans. To think that’s going to be us one day soon. Hank was so adorable waddling around. He couldn’t even get a couple of inches before he fell back on his butt.” Spencer says as he wraps his arms around me. We're cuddling in a way that we're both lying on the couch but my back is to his chest. He rests his chin on my head and his hands on my lower belly.

“Spencer I love you so much, but you have no room to talk. You don’t have much better coordination, Hank might even have you beat.” I giggle a bit before leaning back into him even further.

He laughs at me, and he knows it’s true because he doesn’t even try and rebut what I just said. Finally, everything feels like it’s right back into place. Sure, Spencer will never be the same again, but we can work with what we have. Deep down he’s still just as loving, hopeful, kind, caring, and empathetic as he once was. It’ll just take time, and we have about six months to spare.

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duchessnibenhu-ofpyromania · 4 years ago

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Puppy Adoption

Warnings: Slight blood mention, a few swear words. I don’t think there is anything else, but feel free to tell me if there is.

This is an OC, but can be read as a reader fic as Puppy is just a nickname. Not beta read. I haven’t seen series 7 of Agents of Shield yet so forgive any errors. I hope this ok, this is my first fanfic in a long time and of all time for writing for the Marvel universe.

Inspired by this post. Thanks to @gerardpitts for the inspo on the allergy and lactose intolrance, I hope you don’t mind me using the ideas.

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Peter paced the corridors of the hospital, everytime a doctor or nurse walked by he would look up, hoping they had some news to give them. Bucky and Sam were sitting nearby, watching him a little warily.

It had been about a month or two until the Hex incident and Peter had been coming to terms with the fact that he was in another reality. Jimmy Woo and Monica Rambeau had both helped him to get back on his feet, though at first he had felt a little bounced around.

Monica had handed him over to Jimmy, who had then handed him over to some sort of organisation known as S.H.I.E.L.D. Peter had guessed by the name, that it was a partner of sorts to Monica’s S.W.O.R.D and he had been right.

The person he had been introduced to was someone they had referred to as Puppy. He had raised an eyebrow at that, and wasn’t quite sure what to make of her before he met her, but when he did. Puppy had grinned at him, ok first she had practically jumped Jimmy when she saw him, giving him a big hug and saying how good it was to see him again. Peter had given a little snort at the look on Jimmy’s face when this happened, causing Puppy and Jimmy to turn towards him.

“Is this he?” Puppy had asked, with a friendly smile and looking Peter up and down, who did the same to her, taking in her ginger hair that was dyed red at the tips and hung in a ponytail. Nothing about her suggested she might be some sort of werewolf, which Peter had assumed the reason why she had that nickname. At her hip she seemed to have some sort of short staff dangling off a belt, and a long black coat, which Peter had to admit looked pretty cool.

“It is,” Jimmy answered, handing her over a tablet, Puppy took it and looked at it, bouncing on the balls of her feet a little. Peter watched on, a little nervous.

“Okies.” She turned to the agent behind her who had been watching the whole scene unfold with a slight smile on her lips. “You should probably send that to Mack while I talk with our new friend here.” The agent, an asian woman who looked like she took no shit from anyone, nodded and took the tablet.

Puppy went closer to Peter, looking him over. “So, Jimmy told me you’re from an alternate reality” She started, tilting her head a little, the smile never seeming to leave her lips.

“Uh, yeah.” Peter said warily.

“He also told me you have super speed?” PEter nodded and went to say something and was slightly surprised when Puppy cut in, Peter being interrupted so quickly was a rare occurrence. “You should meet our own super speedy,” Peter’s eyes went a little wide at that. “We call her Yo-Yo” Puppy explained further, her smile going fond and giving a little chuckle, which Peter couldn’t help but repeat.

“Yo-Yo? Cool.” He chuckled.

“What do they call you?” Puppy asked. “Like, what’s your codename, I guess you could call it?”

“Quicksilver.” Peter answered.

Puppy grinned. “That’s a great name, I love it. What do you think, May?” She turned to look over at the other agent that had come with her, who was handing Jimmy back his tablet. She didn’t look very amused, her face not giving anything away on whether she liked it or not. Peter started to feel a bit nervous.

“Sounds good.” May answered, crossing her arms and turning to look at them both, her voice also not giving anything away about her thoughts. Peter swallowed slightly, feeling like she was already judging him.

Puppy turned back to Peter. “May is sometimes called the Cavalry, but she doesn’t really like that name so we don’t use it often. Ok, we’re going to need to know if you have any dietary requirements, if you’re allergic to something, if there’s foods you don’t like, if you need anything at all just ask and we’ll see what we can do, the worse is we can say no.”

Peter nodded, letting the woman talk, vaguely starting to wonder if she had super speed with the speed she was talking.

“So?” Puppy tilted her head again. “Is there anything you're allergic to? I know we’ll probably need to order in more food, because of your’s and Yo-yo’s heightened metabolisms, so if you crave something I would speak up now, or soon.” Puppy made a small gesture, shrugging her shoulders lightly.

Peter gave a small shrug himself. “Um, only allergic to tomatoes, do like my twinkies though. They still do those, right?” Peter also had a lactose intolerance, but he had a feeling if he mentioned that, then he probably wouldn’t get his twinkies. Besides, it hadn’t really done him any real harm before, and he was able to get it out of his system pretty quickly.

“Well,” Puppy drew out, “They did stop doing them a while ago, but started doing them again.” Puppy quickly added when she saw Peter slump a little. “So, long story short, yes there are still twinkies, we can make a quick stop to get you some if you like.”

“No we can’t.” May spoke up from behind Puppy.

“No we can’t, sorry.” Puppy repeated. Peter wondered if he would get in trouble for going to get some now, but decided against it, he was pretty sure it would piss May off, even if he was super quick about it.

“And you could have just said yes.” May pointed out. Puppy did a little shrug. “We should really get going, you can talk to him more on the jet.”

Puppy nodded and turned to go. “Come on, Pete.” She said gesturing for him to follow, only for Jimmy to stop them, a grin starting to cross his features, like he was a little excited about something.

“Wait, have you bonded yet.” Jimmy asked, pointing between Puppy and Peter, the latter of which scrunched up his face a little in disgust.

“What?”

“No, not yet,” Puppy said, causing the smile to fall from Jimmy’s face in disappointment. “But that’s alright, I don’t think he trusts me yet.” she turned back to Peter. “I make bonds with people, they are invisible, but can be extremely useful at times.”

“So, you’re a mutant too?” Peter cut in quickly.

Puppy grinned and nodded. “In a way. You’ll learn more about that later, for now, let’s get you to your temporary home.”

Peter couldn’t help but feel even more deflated at the words ‘temporary home’, but he followed Puppy and May to their jet.

On the way to S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters Puppy and Peter had talked a little more, Puppy had asked if Peter had any hobbies and when he had mentioned video games, Puppy had lit up and started telling him about the games they played back at the compound, telling her about the racing games, laughing as she told him about the crashes, which Peter found to be a bit infectious, and about co-oping in shoot ‘em ups and going against her friends. Puppy even showed him Among Us on her phone, which he found interesting.

This all helped Peter relax a little. And over the next few days he came to know more about Puppy and the other Shield agents, but of most all Puppy, and why she was actually nicknamed Puppy. It was because she kinda acted like one. The little head tilts, the excitement at seeing her friends, even if they had only been gone a day, actually she was generally excitable, and, which Peter found a little odd at first, she liked to be stroked. He would sometimes see some of the agents give her little pats on the head, or even absentmindedly stroke her hair. It was never anything sexually, but Peter found it rather odd.

One day Peter had been in the kitchen, grabbing something to eat, Puppy was in the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar, sipping her tea. Peter had also felt a strange sensation the past few days, but had brushed it off to his training regime that Mack had insisted he start if he wanted to become a Shield agent and help them out.

“Hey Pete.” Puppy had called out, not sure if she had said it in time as Peter was using his super speed. Peter came back in a split second and stared at Puppy.

“How did you know it was me?” Peter had asked in a rush.

Puppy grinned at him. “We bonded a couple of days ago, you might have felt it.”

Peter quirked an eyebrow. Then realisation came over him. “The strange tingling sensation I’ve been feeling, I thought it was because of training, I mean it doesn’t hurt, it’s just weird.”

Puppy gave a little chuckle. “You’ll get used to it, it’s a little different for everyone. But I know how each one feels to me, so I sensed you, rather than saw you.”

Peter grinned back at her. “Guess that means we’re friends, right?”

“Right!” Puppy’s eyes sparkled in delight and crinkled in the corners, as Peter chuckled, patted her on the head and then zoomed out of there.

A few days after that exchange and Peter had gone on his first assignment, some terrorist organisation had made themselves known and had threatened to blow up an Underground Train Station, Peter and Yo-Yo had managed to get the people out quickly while Puppy and Daisy had tried to find the bomb and disarm it.

A few weeks after that Peter and Puppy had gone on an assignment with Bucky and Sam who had been following leads about the same Organisation. This time they managed to get there before the bomb could be set. Or so they thought. That was why they were now in the hospital, with Peter pacing, blaming himself for not being quick enough.

“Will you relax, none of us knew that bomb was going to go off.” Bucky said, his voice a mixture of stern but also kind. He was holding onto Puppy’s staff, which Peter glanced at, he still wasn’t sure exactly how the thing worked, just that, Puppy could extend it and fight pretty good with it, and that she could also fire out some sort of energy field or beam with it, which knocked out those around her. She had dropped it in the explosion and Bucky had picked it up, while Peter and Falcon had raced to her side.

Peter had picked Puppy up, brought her to the hospital, he had felt the sensation of the bond lessen slightly and it worried him. What would happen if she died? Would everyone she was bonded to feel it? Peter’s thoughts momentarily went to Wanda, wherever she was right now, knowing she had a bond with Puppy too. Puppy had been so upset that she hadn’t been able to be there for Wanda and possibly help her. Would Wanda feel the bond break, realise she had lost yet another friend? Would Wanda blame him for it?

Peter sighed and ran hand through his hair looking down. That’s when he realised he was still in uniform and that uniform was stained with blood. Puppy’s blood. Peter let out a shaky breath. Walking backwards until he hit the wall, he slid down and covered his face with his hands. “What if she doesn’t make it?” He muttered, not sure if he wanted to know the answer to that question.

Bucky looked down at Peter, who looked up, tears in his eyes. Bucky sighed. “You know how the bond works. It helps her to heal, quicker than normal.” Bucky swallowed, it didn’t stop the uneasy feeling of the bond itself wavering.

Peter nodded, he knew that, like he knew it would also help him to heal quicker than was normal, which was already pretty quick for him. “But what if the bonds aren’t enough?” He whispered. A question no one wanted to ever find out the answer to. All of them had already lost too many friends.

A doctor approached them in the hall. Peter was slightly surprised to see it was Jemma Simmons. She smiled at Same, Bucky and Peter. “Puppy’s stable now, there was a lot of shrapnel in her body, and she lost quite a bit of blood, but we’ve managed to stabilise her.” All three of them let out a sigh of relief.

Bucky handed Peter Puppy’s staff, who took it with a quizzical look. “We’re headed back out there, we need to stop these people, do a bit of avenging.” Bucky answered the unasked question, with a small smirk. Peter nodded. “Good luck.”

Peter turned to Jemma. “Can I go in and see her?” Jemma nodded in response and indicated the way, giving Peter the signal to follow her. “Of course.”

#Peter Maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #Agents of Shield #X-Men #Wandavison

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giant-sketches · 5 years ago

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I’m super excited to show you all this one because it’s just so cute!!! I loved drawing this part and I hope you keep enjoying my little narrative. I plan on making the next one a little animated since you all seem to enjoy those ones as well. I feel like you all are now starting to understand the story and my portrayal of these characters thus far, so if you have any questions about where this might be going or about the sides/their world please shoot me an ask! I’d love to answer them!!!

I’m also open for prompts, requests, and commission! ;3

Anyway, let’s get to this!!!

- Patton with Virgil in hand have entered into the fort to find Roman and Logan. Surprisingly, it’s actually Roman who finds them first. As they first stepped inside they caught a glimpse of him zipping down one of the distant corridors, only to pivot back around and begin sprinting towards the two. Roman seemed to be out of breath and frantic for some reason. Patton began to worry something drastic had happened while he was talking with Virgil in the facility. Roman was now in front of him with both hands gripping Patton’s shoulders.

Roman: “Patton! Where have you been?”

Patton: “Roman, I’m sorry I had something to do for a little bit inside the facility. You look really worked up, is everything okay?”

Roman: “What? Oh, yeah everything’s fine I just kind of overdid it with the workout and then Logan asked me to go looking for you since you hadn’t returned. I’ve been running all over! I had no idea you’d still be inside the facility.”

Patton: “Goodness Roman you had me worried there for a second. I’m sorry I didn’t report in for so long, but everything’s okie dokie…or at least most of it. We do have a bit of a puzzle on our hands. More specifically in MY hands.”

- Roman gave Patton a confused look until he turned his attention down towards the elevated hand that carried a shrunken Virgil inside. Virgil the whole time had been gripping Patton’s thumb as Roman’s shoulder grab had caused him to shift around. Roman quickly released his grip and jumped back in surprise.

Roman: “AH!”

Patton: “Roman! There’s no need to shout.”

- Roman couldn’t help it! How else was he supposed to act when the last time he saw Virgil was a 1000 feet tall giant? It was a huge surprise to now see him so tiny and sitting on Patton’s palm. He gingerly moved back over to get a closer look.

Roman: “Virgil? Ho-how did this happen?”

- Virgil tilted his head up to meet Roman’s gaze and gave him a weak smile. He still wasn’t sure how to act around Roman after hearing about how he acted during and after the experiment. He knew to trust in Patton’s words that Roman really cared for him, but it was still hard not to think back to those more painful moments. He hesitated before answering.

Virgil: “I-I’m not sure actually. I don’t remember a lot of what happened afterwards.”

Roman: “You don’t remember? Then you have no idea how big you grew?”

Virgil: “I didn’t at first so I asked Patton and he told me. I-It still sounds unbelievable to me but I know deep down it’s true.”

- Roman didn’t know what to say, for once. If Virgil knew about how massive he had become then there was no way he wouldn’t have asked Patton about their reactions. Roman felt like he had failed to keep his word to Virgil, to see him as family and not as a monster. He could feel the guilty lodging itself in his throat. Virgil noticed this and felt a nudge from behind. Patton was rubbing his fingers against Virgil’s back to encourage him to speak up.

Virgil: “I heard that I might have rattled you back inside the facility. Instead of saying sorry I want to let you know that it’s okay to be scared of me sometimes.”

Roman: “You can’t mean that Virgil!”

Virgil: “I do. After shrinking down like this I’ve come to understand that you can’t help it. Even though you know you’re not in any danger, you have this instinctive feeling of fear when in front of something that big. It subsides quickly though so I know that right now instead of being constantly afraid of me, that the guilt you’re feeling right now is what’s eating you up inside and I don’t like to see you like that Roman. Know that I forgive you and it’s okay to forgive yourself too.”

- Roman’s face filled with relief at those words and he gave a loud sigh.

Roman: “Thank you Virgil. I really needed to hear that. I was going crazy from the guilt of how I felt after that testing session. I thought I was no good, that I was a bad person for being afraid of my friend. You’ve saved me from those dark thoughts.”

- Virgil smiled gently at Roman and Roman smiled back.

Roman: “Anyway we should start making our way to Logan’s study to have a talk with him about what might have happened.”

Patton: “Yeah, let’s get going.”

- The three of them started moving down the halls towards Logan’s study. Roman first entered and announced their arrival with a single knock. Patton with Virgil followed second and it doesn’t take long for Logan to realize what has happened.

Logan: “Yet another unexpected development I see. This must be why you were gone for so long Patton. Can you explain what happened?”

Patton: “Sorry to say I can’t. I just found him like this on the floor of the facility and both Virgil and I have no explanation as to why.”

Logan: “How curious.”

- Logan stepped in for a closer look. Virgil on the other hand was worried he might want to do another round of testing. He gulped his nerves down the best he could.

Logan: “Are you unable to grow back?”

Virgil: “Yes. I think I’m still too worn out.”

Logan: “I see, then we’ll save any other tests for a future time. I personally have some ideas on what’s going on; However, even I can see that not only was the experience physically straining, but also caused quite a bit of mental exhaustion. It’s late so we should all get some rest, but first-”

- Logan had walked back over to his desk and opened up his right-hand drawer to look for something. Virgil wasn’t sure what was going on, but was relieved to hear he wouldn’t be asked to participate in any further testing for awhile. Logan then came back with a sticker sheet in hand. The sheet was covered in stars of different colors in six orderly, vertical lines.

Logan: “Patton, you did a wonderful job today in finding Virgil, calming him down, and returning him to base. To show you my appreciation for your hard work I’ll give you a star. What color would you like this time?”

Patton: “Usually I go with blue, but I want a purple one today please. It reminds me of Virgil!”

- Virgil’s face turned to a bright red instantly from Patton’s remark. He pulled his hood up over his head to hide his embarrassment. Logan carefully peeled off one of the purple colored stars from the sheet and placed it on Patton’s cheek. Patton giggled a bit and smiled widely.

Patton: “Thanks for the kiss Logan.”

- Logan’s face blushed slightly as he covered up his face to hide his crooked smile. Virgil was completely lost as to what was going on.

Virgil: “Patton, what do you mean by kiss? What are the stars for?”

Patton: “Oh I guess you wouldn’t know yet since you haven’t been here for very long. Logan doesn’t enjoy physical forms of affection like Roman and I do so to show his appreciation he gives out these stickers instead. Cute right?”

Logan: “It’s not meant to be cute Patton. I’ve already explained to you before it’s in order to boost morale and keep the status que of our relationships.”

Patton: “Sure, sure. Whatever you say Logan.”

- Virgil had never seen Logan so flustered and couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. Logan glared at him with a look of caution and Virgil quickly ceased. Logan then felt eyes on him and turned his attention towards Roman who was shooting him pup dog eyes in anticipation. He sighed heavily.

Logan: “I can surmise from your expression that you too would also like a star Roman.”

Roman: “Yes please!”

Logan: “Hmmm, I suppose that even though you ran ahead during the rescue operation and verbally harassed a comrade until they feld, you did show humility by apologizing and have thus made solid amends with them by talking it out.”

- Logan paused in contemplation. Roman left waiting anxiously.

Logan: “All right you can have a star for your efforts to correct your mistakes and grow from them. What color would you like?”

Roman: “Red please!”

- Logan once again gently peeled off another star, this time a bright red one, and placed it on his cheek.

Roman: “Thanks for the kiss love!”

Logan: “….sure. Now I’d like to give one to Virgil as well for participating in the testing, but since he’s so small I’ll refrain for now. I hope you understand.”

- Virgil was somewhat disappointed he couldn’t receive a kiss from Logan like the others because of his current size, but he did understand.

Virgil: “I understand.”

Patton: “Awe Virgil don’t look so down kiddo! Here, I’ll give you a kiss instead!!!”

Virgil: “Wha-”

- Before Virgil could even utter a word he was lifted up towards Patton’s face and felt a pair of soft lips press up against him. It was such a pleasant feeling that he lost himself in it as he let himself curl up against them. Resting his face against Patton’s thumb and lips made him feel so warm and safe. Roman then suddenly joined in by wrapping his arms around Patton’s shoulders. The motion caught Virgil off guard for a moment, but he fell back into his previous position quickly.

Roman: “No fair! Don’t leave me out!”

- Roman then proceeded to kiss Patton on the head while keeping him in an embrace. The entire scene was full of love for one another and comfort. It was only broken from a slight cough coming from Logan who was the on-looker left out. All three turned their attention towards him.

Logan: “Not to cut this short, but as I stated before it has become rather late and I think it best for all of us to get some rest. It’s been a long day afterall.”

- Indeed it had. First Virgil was lured out by Deceit’s note to meet him in the forest, then the others went out to look for him only for Roman to chase him off even more. Virgil’s secret had been revealed and it took a lot of convincing to get him to come back to base where he would be safe. Afterwards apologies were given, but a sudden test was brought up by Logan when everything had just been resolved. That test later ended with extremely unexpected results, but all of this made the family stronger and more connected in the end. It was finally time to rest and start over fresh in the morning.

Logan: “I presume you would like to keep watch over Virgil tonight, correct Patton?”

Patton: “Yes I would. He can sleep with me in my bed for the night.”

Virgil: “You want to share a bed?!”

Patton: “Sorry if it’s uncomfortable kiddo, but you need to stick with one of us when you’re stuck at that size.”

- Virgil understood why, but he was still nervous to share a bed. He’d never once slept with someone else before. How was he supposed to act?

Patton: “No need to look so worried. I promise that I won’t roll over on you or anything. Just think of it like a slumber party.”

- Patton hadn’t fully understood Virgil’s woes and gave him a reassuring smile. Virgil wasn’t worried about being squashed by Patton, but he had never had a sleepover before so he was still perplexed. Would he even be able to calm down enough to sleep?

Logan: “Then I leave him to you, goodnight.”

Roman: “Sweet dreams!”

Patton: “Night, night!”

- Logan returned to his desk for a moment to organize a few things and Roman was the first to leave the study. Patton left right after and started towards his room. He took out his room key from a necklace he tucked underneath his clothes and walked inside. The lights turned on automatically and a soft, female voice said ‘Welcome Patton.’

Patton: “Hello room!”

- The interior was covered in warm, pastel colors. Mainly shades of blue, pink, and pale yellows. The walls were decorated with photos of the three hanging out, of cute animals, and a few motivational posters. There were quite a few of Logan’s star stickers too scattered around the room stuck to all sorts of objects. Patton had set Virgil down on the pillow on top of the bed as he went inside his closet to change.

Patton: “Virgil, I’ll change in here and you can change out there. Unless you like to sleep in your hoodie then I guess you can just wait for me.”

- Virgil usually didn’t sleep in his hoodie so he took it off and set it next to himself. Shortly after, Patton came out of the closet and walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in. He then laid down facing Virgil and patted his hand on the pillow to motion for Virgil to lie down as well. Virgil did so and Patton proceeded to hand him a small cloth to use as a blanket.

Patton: “Here you go kiddo, don’t want you getting cold. Also, hand me your jacket and I’ll put it on the nightstand for you.”

- Virgil did as he was instructed and snuggled himself into the tiny blanket. He smiled at Patton to let him know he was comfortable and Patton smiled back in response.

Patton: “Goodnight Virgil.”

Virgil: “Night Patton.”

Patton: “Goodnight room.”

- With that the female voice responded ‘Goodnight Patton’ and the lights turned off, followed by a spinning night-light engaging to cast a pattern of stars on the ceiling. That’s so like Patton, Virgil thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep. He began to dream about the feelings he had felt when being held and kissed by Patton and he could feel his fatigue fading away and his body growing.

To be continued.

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yeocult · 4 years ago

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ateez film diary analysis

ok i am currently typing with tears in my eyes but that’s cool!!!! gonna talk about ateez diary film for a moment. btw if you’re here for theories, this might not be for you, my brain is not capable of that critical thinking lmao. although, i will be rambling/analyzing the cinematography and overall admiring the film!! under the cut because this happened to be 1.5k words oops.

man, first of all, 16 minutes?? thank you for the food kq!! i think their concept is super cool. it’s unpredictable, refreshing, and just gives me a lot of high hopes for this comeback. ateez never disappoints, they come back each time stronger and better.

“this is the story where their dimensions are split into eight pieces again.” that kinds hurt me. throughout the film we see clips of them being happy and joyful with each other, but we also see scenes where they’re all alone. they didn’t get separated by losing contacts or whatever, literally dimensions.

phew okay, when the man with the black fedora approaching hongjoong like that was soooo dskjdj ugh i love it when they have a bright light in the back, capturing the silhouette perfectly. sorry i’m such a sucker for those types of shoots!! now hongjoong’s dream. “the world inside a television cannot be reached. the world they live in and the world that i live in is blocked.” yea.. they’re separated from dimensions. isn’t that so heartbreaking?? separated by time and space.

um this might be a huge stretch, plus i’m horrible at science. i’ve read a lot of articles on where, ‘if time stopped would gravity still apply?’ and i thought of this because of the items floating up around hongjoong. without time, gravity, acceleration, speed and force are simply meaningless, so i guess that’s why it’s floating? as if we’re going back in time. there’s a lot of consequences and weird things on going back in time/time travelling (most famously the ‘bootstrap paradox’) because time is not an object and cannot ‘go’ anywhere at all, not forward, not backward, nor can it stop. so i expected some not so happy events to occur.

anyways moving on to seonghwa’s memory. i loved this. “i thought i lacked in many areas and have much to learn.” then we see a bunch of to-do lists and i guess they’re kinda like goals to accomplish or things he wants to learn. the somewhat long shot of him sitting on this table and the camera moving away from him gave me a sense of isolation (i also don’t know why yeo in the smn box is on the tv but it could mean he’s trapped). we also see him walking straight, kinda like following a straightforward path with a lot of control, hence the to-do lists. then he hits stops. now the girl is the total opposite of seonghwa. she’s dancing, moving, and overall carefree i would say. everything seonghwa is lacking. she’s freedom. i don’t have much to say about this scene but i really like how when he was walking one step at a time, it was completely dark. but as soon as it hits stops and sees her, there were lights.

now my favourite, wooyoung’s choice. that transition to seonghwa’s little emo time to wooyoung’s hyped underground music and dancing was the serotonin boost i needed. let’s talk about his ponytail because it made me a whole simp for him. plus he’s so fucking cool?? if i become a wooyoung biased soon, you know why. he talks about stage fright and the scene where people were looking down at the camera was perfect, low camera shots show dominance or superiority. when you have stage fright, you’re worried and insecure about your abilities (at least that’s how i feel) and with people look down at you is almost like they’re judging and aren’t expecting much from you. ateez brings him courage and reassurance, they give him strength. the last scene with the rain and the flickering light so chilling. its almost like the rain washed away his everything.

yeosang’s time giving me slight dark academia vibes and i’m here for it!!! also bird metaphors?? yes please! “limited freedom. like a bird in a cage.” we see yeosang in a room surrounded by other musicians but he isn’t playing his instrument. almost like he doesn’t wanna be there or has no real passion for this field. hence him talking about ‘expanding his dreams’. we get a close shot at his face looking forward to the right, i feel as if he’s daydreaming or reaching out. taking back to say my name, we have yeosang trapped inside that box, almost like the birds with limited freedom. he drops his violin and suddenly the birds (they symbolize peace, transformation, freedom and power) are free, giving us a scene with his friends. he’s free.

san’s resolution might just be my favourite in terms of cinematography. can we just talk about the long amount of time san has the stay put for the timelapse to work?? the scene wins my heart. now we see the classroom in a mess, meaning school was never enjoyable to san. always moving and no friends. the way he’s moving seems like there’s not much he can do in his life. the escalator scenes kinda look like the one in wonderland. time is always moving, the escalator moving, and san runs back up despite it moving in the opposite direction. im not sure where i was going with this but i thought i was kinda cool, how he’s running back up to be with his friends.

next, we have yunho and his brother. in a matter of seconds, all the light in the studio flicker and turns off. this is quite similar to the flicker lights in wooyoung’s last scene. there’s a pattern here with flickering lights and how it means lost and loneliness. we don’t know what 5:07 mean, maybe its completely relevant but knowing kq and their team, almost everything seems intentional. also i saw on twt (not my analysis) but seonghwa’s to-do list includes a task of learning how to drive, then we get yunho getting hit by a car. not sure where i got from this but i thought i would include it.

actor jongho!!!! he’s so good i love him. ok so we get that basketball was his dreams but due to his broken leg, it seems impossible for him to pursue that dream. we him sitting at a distance, admiring the game and the people who are able to play. but when he’s in the court, he’s all alone (might just be because he can’t go in court when other people are playing but just let me be deep for a second oki). the burning basketball means he cannot play again. then the fight scene between him and mingi. i want to talk about the camera work for a second. it’s unstable, harsh and a little unfocused (because it’s handheld) and it makes it seem like another member’s pov, pushing the realism on us. hmm this might be kinda dumb but the loud bang when mingi got pushed was a little unexpected hence every scene with the boys was all very calm and had music in the back, no sounds. idk just a noticed. ohmygod another silhouette scene with beautiful lighting in the back!!!! the camera is moving away from him, moving away shows weakness. i loveee this so much along with the smoke. his dreams are burning up, literally.

last we have mingi’s diary. “earphones in my ears, the world is mine for now.” again, similar to seonghwa in the dark walking, mingi is isolating himself from the world. he’s using music to escape from reality. mingi looks trapped by the way its shot, cutting off his forehead and lips only showcasing his eyes and nose. this could be his facial features are more important than anything else right now. the camera angle is below mingi, again with the dominance and superiority… because he literally kicked someone. but still the same camera angle except this time mingi is looking up at the sky or forward, not looking down. with that, mingi no longer looks intimidating, he seems slightly vulnerable. and i think that’s really powerful how quickly he transitions despite the same angle. so we know mingi uses music as an escape, “i would rather be alone than encounter the world.” then we see yeosang (by his flannel) taking off his earphones. bringing him back to reality with the boys, and everything seems a lot more peaceful. its kinda like, without his friends, he would rather be isolated. now i want to point how the loud bang from jongho’s shot. it’s literally the same shot but the noise isn’t there indicating that mingi has earphones in (i think even when they’re not literally in, he still shuts out noise), shutting off the noise. i think the little details were so well done. we also get a match cut of mingi blinking, back to the darkness. i think it shows how quickly things can be taken away from you.

MAN THE SCENE WHERE THEY ALL GATHER TOWARDS HONGJOONG JAKJDSJKSDJKSD I CANNOT BREATHE IT GAVE ME SO MUCH CHILLS MYGODDOO !!!!!! like that scene in say my name. gotta love the build up of the song then it drops when the members all show up UGH I LOVED THAT SOO MUCH!! “the memories of short happiness. and dreams broken into pieces” brb gonna cry. the hourglass is finished,, what does this mean? ;o also i cant help but to notice the lighting on how one side is dark and the other has light. this could just be for aesthetics but idkkkk just another notice.

hehe sorry this made no sense,,, anyways that’s all i have to say, i’m so excited for their comeback <33

#h.txt #pHEW #haha dont clown me i know nothing about film #also send me your thought?#i would love to talk about cinematography!!#ateez #might add on to this later!!#moon talks

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1stunseeliefaelass · 4 years ago

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Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited

Chapter 28: Round About the Cauldron Go

Aleyn looks at her a bit confused but says, "Let's...go with both."

"Ok. Being a lesbian, well for me at least, has had its ups and downs. On the one hand I still have to deal with morons who don't take no for answer, just gotta deal with it on both ends. On the other, the REALLY good ones can be very sweet. Course I've only ever had one time flings...that is before I met Zira. Granted we're still in the 'fling' phase of things...but there's definitely been more than one. She's a bit...extreme minded on some things but..damn is she amazing."

"How does she treat you, emotionally?"

"Well she is a Drow so, part of her culture is to be demeaning sometimes. If not all the time. However she's always quick to apologize for a mishap on her part from what I've noticed. She also makes sure that I get space and I give her some when needed too. Usually it's because her family is being asinine about things, but that's neither here nor there." C points out to him.

Aleyn cocks his head, "Hmm...interesting. Be mindful though, I've found most Drow to be very untrustworthy. Given that their culture was also built on lies and deceit towards each other and their neighboring races."

"So I've heard. I appreciate the concern, but I can take care of myself and I've been around the block a few times. Hell I've seen what it looks like when guys abuse girls. Can't imagine it's too different when a woman does so."

"There's more to abuse than just.... than just beating someone to the dirt you know. I certainly do, but that's not a story I'm comfortable telling." Aleyn expresses to her.

"Wait a minute what?" C asks him.

"Like I said, I'm not comfortable talking about it girl." Aleyn informs her.

Death then comes on by, having found Strife and War, "Ah Aleyn, still here I see. And...C what are you doing over here?"

"Oh Morgen asked me to see how he was doing. And to be sure he ate something at least."

"Ah ok then...well make sure everyone else is fed too."

"Already ahead of you on that curveball."

"Oh uh...my bad." Death says a bit unsure of what else to do now.

"If you need to talk to him privately just say so. No big deal to me." C points out.

"Ah right, yeah. That would indeed be the case C."

"Okie dokie, see ya guys later." C responds heading off.

Once she's out of earshot, Aleyn tells Death, "Perhaps you should keep a close eye on her. She mentioned a 'lover' who...concerns me a bit. Based on how C describes her."

"Hmm, I'll ask you about that later. Right now I have to ask you about some more important matters. Such as Morgen's current ailment, which I figured you may have something for."

"Hmm, an ailment you say? I'm going to have to check on her. Just to figure out what sort of ailment it is." Aleyn informs him.

"Sure, but I'll describe it on the way."

Death proceeds to do so as they walk on back to Morgen's room. Aleyn gains a truly surprised look before muttering, "That's not supposed to happen."

Death glances at him, "Pardon?"

"That shouldn't have happened, not with my blends. I'm always thorough with them."

"So this WAS from your tea?"

"Please don't go accusing me of anything yet. I meant no harm, I've taken it myself many times and had no issues. It's only ever helped me and a certain 'patient' of mine. Surely you will not disparage my name so easily over one incident?"

"Hmph, and has anyone else drank any of this tea?"

"Yes, others have indeed tried this same blend and got more positive results. Rarely did anyone suffer illness, even then it was barely troubling. Just minor at best. If you wish you can try it yourself." Aleyn affirms to him.

Death thinks on it and states, "Sure I'll try it, but I'm getting others in on it too."

From there he gathers Vortigern, Strife, Fury, and War all to test this out as Aleyn prepares more of the tea. This time using a teapot for the occasion. He gets them each a cup and plenty of cream alongside it, "You'll need it. As the tea by itself is among the most bitter in existence."

Death starts it off, trying without cream first. Naturally he gets more of a kick than expected, like getting something slammed into his gut. After that he retries it with the cream added in. Death's surprised by the decent enough taste after that, though he does prefer his own homemade blends. Strife, having learned VERY well from Death's mistake, chose to add a fairly heavy amount of cream into his cup. If anything the cream made it look more like a latte than anything else. It certainly tasted like one too, just with a bitter note to it. The smell however was by far the most annoying part for him. Strife never did like strong smelling tea, and was thankful Death remembered this much everytime he shared a cup with him. Fury however chose to ignore the mistake and ended up coughing badly for it. The bitterness was just that bad on her throat, and so she refused to try it further. War only added a bit of cream as Death did and tried it with some confusion. He wasn't too fond of the smell, which gave him a headache. But the bitterness, despite the cream, was by far the worst part for him personally. He wasn't sure how Aleyn could take this like it was nothing. Vortigern ultimately followed instructions straight off the bat and actually enjoyed it. He found the bitterness had a cooling effect on his own throat and the scent while strong was still oddly decent to him. Almost nostalgic in a way, but he couldn't see how.

Aleyn then asks each of them a bit nervously, "So...how was it?"

"Decent, although I think my teas are better suited to me than this." Death points out.

"This was AWFUL." Fury stated with a disgusted tone.

"That smell really took me out of it, but the taste wasn't THAT bad per say." Strife replies.

"Wasn't that bad? The smell may have given me a headache but the bitterness was way too much." War adamantly tells them.

"I guess you younger three don't normally drink tea then. As this really wasn't bad for me at all. On the contrary, I found it rather pleasant and...oddly nostalgic." Vortigern says.

Aleyn nods at him, "Ah. Glad that you somewhat liked the tea sir. As for the rest of you, I did warn you the cream was necessary."

They each all make various excuses before being surprised by Morgen walking into the room. She's rather sluggish in her movement, which leads Death to rush to her side.

"You shouldn't be up right now, go rest."

"Death I'm fine. Just a bit slow is all." Morgen assures him.

Death puts his hand to her head again, her temperature is lower now. But not enough to give him peace of mind yet. Certainly not enough to justify letting Morgen up and about. "You still have recovering to do. Now please, get back to bed."

"I swear to you I am fine."

"Get yourself back to bed before I start carrying you back. Who even let you out?" Death inquires of her.

"Nergal did, as I looked well enough in his eyes."

"He and I shall have words then. You on the other hand will be back in bed, one way or the other. Now up you go then." Death tells Morgen before scooping her up.

She sighs to herself but puts up with it, knowing he's just worried for her. Nergal however, does indeed have his own words for Death, "And just where are you going with her?"

"To bed, she needs to rest."

"She's doing well, can you not see?"

"I don't trust it." Death adamantly states.

"Of course you don't."

"Her fever, while lower, is still too high for me to trust her moving about by herself." Death tells him.

"How about this then? You stay by her side today so that she WON'T be alone. Sound like a fair trade?"

"And if she faints or gets worse?"

"Then I was clearly wrong and you'll get the satisfaction of being right, maybe." Nergal points out.

Death sighs heavily but finally puts Morgen down. She is a bit woozy at first but with Death's help she's able to steady herself. Aleyn then comes over, his walking cane giving him away. Aspen does so as well not too long after.

"Well then, now that I'm rested, how is everyone?" She asks warmly.

"Ah Aspen, uhm everyone's well. Aside from Morgen obviously." Death tells her chuckling.

"So I heard from Nergal. Now let's see what I can....." Aspen begins to say before glancing at Aleyn. In a split moment she goes from warm to cold, "YOU..."

Aleyn realizes he may be screwed but tries to play it safe, "Uhm Aspen I know our history is 'complicated' but I'm truly sorry about what happened with.."

"DO NOT EVEN SAY HER NAME!" Aspen suddenly shouts at him, her body forming wooden spikes and thorns.

Nergal however pays them no heed as his hand touches her shoulder, "Aspen, whatever happened between you two can wait. For now, my sister requires your aid."

Aspen quickly looks back at him, "WHATEVER SHE HAS HE PROBABLY CAUSED!"

"Aspen calm down, we already knew that much and he regrets it. He's even trying to help fix his mistake. Seriously I've not seen you go from calm to angry in such a short time." Death points out cautiously.

Aspen then turns to him, "KEEP YOUR SARCASM TO YOURSELF DEATH!"

"I wasn't being sarcastic! I was being serious Aspen, yikes." Death expresses in concern as he backs away with Morgen.

Nergal then pulls her into his arms, "Aspen, calm yourself. We can talk later about this. But for now please calm down. Before you explode completely and take the building with you."

Aleyn is slowly walking off in pure anxiety, "I should go...I'll be by later I just...need to get away..."

Death recognizes what's happening and quickly ensures Aspen can't watch him leave by sending a mental message to Nergal, "Aleyn's close to having a panic attack so he's leaving. Don't let Aspen notice this."

"I'll try my best." Nergal states with gritted teeth as the thorns and needles are now starting to be an issue.

With that he brings Aspen inside Morgen's room, with Death and Morgen following after them. Death shuts the door once everyone is in and hopes Aleyn will be alright. Although he does wonder if it has something to do with the Dryad from the night before. Aleyn meanwhile tries to get his heartrate down whilst his Father contacts him.

"Aleyn, you need to come home. Your heartrate is at an all time high. You're clearly not safe there."

"I have to remain...I just need help...calming down...hopefully...she comes again...I should be more hidden this time..." Aleyn says between each frantic breath.

"Aleyn...how many times must I tell you? That girl shouldn't mean a damn thing to you. She nearly got you killed. I doubt she could help you in ANY WAY."

"Enough...I'm calling her here...with or without your consent..."

"Don't try my patience boy."

Aleyn however finally shouts, "SAY ONE MORE WORD AGAINST HER! ONE MORE DAMN YOU!"

Then as he collapses to his knees, his vision growing fuzzy as his lungs grow tight, his Father tries a new approach. A far gentler one, "Aleyn, please remain calm. Take slow and deep breaths. I'll be there soon enough."

"No...no that won't...be necessary."

Death however rushes outside to see what Aleyn is shouting about. Only to find him on the verge of passing out, "Oh shit. Aleyn!"

Death tries to help him up, only for Aleyn to wince badly. As his hand is on his chest, "Don't...I'll be fine...I just...need to take care of something."

"Right." Death says with suspicion before trying to keep an eye on Aleyn. Once he's calm enough, he slowly gets up and moves away from Death.

Aleyn makes it to his room and locks the door behind him once inside. Death however isn't keen on this and tries finding another way to watch him. Finding Fuzzball coming over, he tells him, "Be as stealthy as possible. I know you don't know Aleyn that well yet, but you can try and meet him later. Understand?"

Fuzzball makes a calm yip of sorts before saluting Death and going into a castle vent. From there he moves along, trying not to alert Aleyn. He waits inside a pipe with a small opening and watches as Aleyn works on himself. Death meanwhile decides to head off and get a glass of water for Aleyn. That way he won't come off as the spy he's being right now. Through Fuzzball, Death sees Aleyn remove his clothing. But stopping at his underwear, sparing Death and Fuzzball the sight of a certain part. Fuzzball can only see above the waist to begin with, but it's still enough for Death to get an idea of what's happening. He notices Aleyn beginning to remove various bandages on his body before being shocked to hell and back. As underneath the bandages, lie several severe burns and lesions galore. Each looking more painful than last. Fuzzball has to hold back the urge to jump out of his hiding spot. As he remembers how painful those things are from watching Death treat himself in the past with similar injuries. He always let Fuzzball lick what he could since he knew the rodent only meant well. That and it was always helpful to have the mini, fluffy healer around. Death makes a mental note to comfort Fuzzball later so that he won't feel bad. Aleyn then grabs new bandages, and after cleaning himself with a wet rag, he begins to spread a strange paste around his body. His burns occasionally still smoke as well, as if he's continually being burned by something unseen. Aleyns keeps spreading the paste whilst prepping the bandages. He also searches through his medical bag for something. When he pulls it out, Fuzzball cringes at the scary looking jet injector. He then, much to poor Fuzzball's discomfort, injects himself six times. Once in both arms, once in both legs, one into his chest, the final into his neck. Six vials for six areas of the body. Death feels he's seen enough and tells Fuzzball to carefully vacate after discontinuing the spell he was using to see Aleyn. Aleyn then rebandages himself and gets his clothing back on. Fuzzball however goes around the room carefully in the meantime before finally running through pipes along the walls. To make it seem like something is chasing him through the vents. Even making distressed sounds on purpose to hide why he was really there. Aleyn is confused at the sudden fuss and finally hears Fuzzball fall down one pipe before hitting a bend near the floor. He hadn't meant to do that, and naturally was both surprised and unhappy at hurting himself. At least it was working to his advantage.

Aleyn looks around and grabs his cane before going to the pipe Fuzzball fell down. He opens it up and asks into it, "Uhm hello in there?"

Slowly Fuzzball makes his way out with a very much real limp. Naturally Aleyn feels a bit bad for him, and being reminded of his love, scooped him up. Gently he works to clean the soot off of the rodent and furiously rubs the spot on Fuzzball's head before realizing it's just brown fur.

Fuzzball just gives him an annoyed merph in response to that.

"Sorry little friend. Didn't realize you had a spot. Now let's see what happened to your leg."

He immediately flips Fuzzball upside down without warning, much to his worry. Fuzzball naturally starts freaking out, as he's never liked being upside down. Aleyn however just keeps trying to calm him down before being spooked at a sudden knocking. Which came from a now very concerned Death.

"Is everything alright in there?"

"Yes, a limt came down from one of my pipes. Accidentally injured himself. Just a moment." Aleyn informs him before unlocking the door.

Fuzzball is naturally shaking after the being upside down thing and makes a little distressed whimper towards Death. Death of course scoops him right up and checks him over. "Damn it Fuzzball, what did you do to yourself this time?"

"He injured his leg, I can help him out if you wish."

"Well I'm not a veterinarian so...I guess I'll trust you on this." Death says to him.

"Don't worry, I've had a few of these little balls of fluff as patients before. I'm sure he won't be much different. Although is that his real name?" Aleyn inquires.

"Yes it is. I know it's not creative but he wanted to keep it so it stuck." Death points out to him before gently scritching Fuzzball's head just on his spot. Which got him stamping his foot that wasn't injured luckily.

"Never would've expected a man like yourself to have such a tiny creature as a companion. Especially one that doesn't have much fighting capability." Aleyn muses.

"Very few people do, and I use that to my advantage whenever he is with me. He can deliver messages for me, serve as a decent distraction, and even heal me should I have need of it. I even figured out he can shoot rock bits from his mouth at the speed of the average bullet."

Aleyn's eyes widen briefly, "Interesting, anyway I'll fix his foot."

"Alrighty."

With that Aleyn gets a makeshift splint on the little guy and makes sure to give a few scritches to Fuzzball himself. Since the little tyke was able to be a little braver with Death around. "There, does that feel better then?"

Fuzzball gives a little bark in response as Death scoops him up carefully, "I'm guessing I should keep him on a cushion for now?"

"It'll definitely help."

"I'll do so then, thank you Aleyn. Sorry about Aspen, I honestly have no idea which of her branches went up her ass but oh well." Death casually states before walking off, then once he's out of earshot his whispers to Fuzzball, "Next time, please just do what you're told."

Aleyn eventually leaves his room, having gotten a little satisfaction from helping Fuzzball. From there he goes off to see how Morgen is doing, whilst hoping Aspen is calm enough to at least not want to yell at him. Luckily she's not in the room, only Death is as he places Fuzzball on the softest cushion in the room. One that Morgen pointed out to him, and of course she feels bad that Fuzzball got hurt. Even if the big fluffy baby got himself hurt. Aleyn naturally starts with her temperature, which has become annoying to her by now.

"Sorry Morgen, but I need to be sure."

"I know Aleyn, I know. Are you alright yourself though? I know how your anxiety can be at times." Morgen gently questions him.

"Oh I'll be fine Morgen, no need to worry for me. Although, it might help to know your symptoms."

"This morning I couldn't deal with brightness, although...I admittedly haven't tested if I can yet." Morgen explains embarrassed.

"No need for embarrassment, we'll just check now." Aleyn says before moving the blinds open a slight bit.

He winces alongside with Morgen, not being comfortable with bright lights normally. Eventually his eyes do adjust and he notices Morgen is handling it fairly well. She's just squinting slightly now. Naturally he asks her, "Just how bad was it this morning?"

"I couldn't see anything but white. Just white. It was honestly a bit frightening." Morgen admits as Death pulls up a chair close to her.

"So that's what it was? The harshness was just amped up for you?"

"Yes Death, you could say that. It was painful as well, as if my eyes were truly burning. Luckily they aren't like that so much now. But I don't think they're quite ready yet, still have a slight sting to them."

Death pulls her closer to him and shields her eyes as Aleyn closes the blinds back. Once that's done, Death sees her eyes still have a faint glow. He lets Aleyn see for himself, "This mean anything to you by chance? I've never seen this before."

"It has some baring. Morgen, I'm..going to have to do more tests involving you. And I'll have to ask more questions."

"In other words, a full on examination?" Morgen asks.

"Yes. Are you comfortable with that? As a doctor I must always ask this."

"So long as Death is nearby, yes."

"Fine by me, his help may be needed anyway. We'll see." Aleyn informs her before beginning things, whilst hoping Aspen doesn't show up during it.

He draws a bit of her blood for a sample, along with saliva, skin, hair, and then begins for 'intimate' and 'private' samples.

"Ok I'll need a sample from your....vagina..." Aleyn informs her as he turns bright red.

"Uhm....well...ok..." Morgen says shyly.

Aleyn then opens her legs slowly before quickly telling Death, "You're likely the person she's the most intimate with, if you'd be so kind..."

"I don't know what I'm doing. You're the doctor you do it." Death immediately tells him.

"I've heard you've done some field work."

"Yeah, as a Battle Medic. On battlefields, for soldiers. Most of which were men. I usually had someone else take over for women as I didn't trust myself with that due to a lack of knowledge." Death tells him highly embarrassed.

"Ugh fine. Sorry about this." Aleyn says before slowly inserting his hand into her. Death makes sure her legs don't close up and choke Aleyn as he's doing this. Although he's just embarrassed as Aleyn is, and it only gets worse as Aleyn realizes something. That Morgen had sex recently, and it resulted in semen residue being all around her interior, "So....how much did you...place in her?"

Death groans before holding back a shout as best he can, "I don't fucking know ok?! Why would I...even think about that during the moment...why would ANYONE think to remember that?"

Aleyn sighs, "Cause now we're going to have to 'clean her out' to get a clear sample."

Death gets a wild look in his eyes and is made all the more uncomfortable, "Oh Creator help me."

"Relax, please...you're not helping to keep me calm by freaking out."

"Why don't both of you just calm down already? Honestly is it really that uncomfortable? If so, just fetch Aspen or Mina."

"No!" Aleyn shouts to her.

"And no to Mina either, she'll skin me alive." Death tells her.

Eventually the two work together to get her cleared out, and her Dream Entity side kicks in and 'helps things along'. Both men are left throughly freaked out and finally Death calls up Nergal, "Please help us out here. We don't know what we're doing."

He shows up in a flash, or rather a portal, and has no reaction at all. That is to Morgen anyway. If anything, he laughs at Death and Aleyn being extremely embarrassed. "Seriously, I don't know what seems to be the problem."

"Uhhhhhh Morgen just...emptied herself of...my semen residue that was in her..." Death expresses in the most embarrassed tone he's ever had.

"Oh is that all? Well what if I told you that for our kind, that's normal?"

Death and Aleyn both appear to have a synchronized aneurysm before they both ask him, "HUH?!"

"I'm being honest, it is indeed a thing that happens for female Dream Entities." Nergal states frankly.

"Care to explain what else happens with a female Dream Entity?!" Death yells at him.

"Well for both sexes, Dream Entities are able to well...express a level of control over their genitals essentially. Normally on how it both looks or acts. Females' parts typically change how they feel whilst males' parts change their shape. But only to some degree." Death has a sudden realization, particularly regarding his origins and has to sit down. Fuzzball naturally makes a worried whimper before trying to head over to him. Course Morgen just uses her magic to put him and the cushion on Death's lap. Death doesn't seem to notice and Nergal actually looks concerned, "Uhm...I think I may have broken him. Oops."

Morgen would ask more about herself, but is more worried about Death, "Is he...alright?"

Nergal checks him over briefly in his mind, and finds Death having a mini freakout in there. "Seriously?"

"I just found out...that the idea for my dick...came from your race! Aaaaaaaaaah!"

"I don't know how, but the possibility is still there." Is all Nergal can really say.

"That doesn't help with anything gaaaaaah!" Death shouts with an undistinguishable emotion.

Nergal facepalms before vacating and telling Morgen, "He'll be like that for a while. He's currently contemplating his existence."

Morgen sighs before asking nervously, "Uhm...is there anything else you might be able to tell me? Anything I should know?"

Aleyn groans as Nergal explains further, "Yes. Uhm for your side of things you're able to control most of what goes on in there, during intercourse. Such as tightening, wetness, inner movement, and also able to somewhat form additives like tendrils or sharp spikes. If you're up for it and if it's within reason so to speak."

"Very well then......uhhhh...I think that'll be all for now on that....uhm....oh dear..." Morgen says in her own deep embarrassment as Death slowly starts coming down from his existential crisis.

Aleyn finally realizes a certain term he's missed through his embarrassment, "Wait...Dream Entity. Explain?"

Death does so as best as he can, hoping Aleyn will get it without too much trouble. Aleyn ultimately does, with some minor confusion to boot. However he figures that perhaps this all explains why Morgen's body seems to be reacting the way that it is. Luckily the sample he gets from Morgen's vagina is untainted this time, so he's finally able to remove his hands from inside her. From there he places his samples away in his medical bag for private study. After that he left them to continue his work to help Morgen. Death remained however, intent on ensuring her comfort. Gently, he lifts Morgen up and holds her close. Morgen in turn rests her head against his chest whilst Nergal leaves some of the dream fruit nearby for her. Death eventually begins to massage Morgen as well, as the whole process was likely painful. Morgen practically melts at his touch as she enjoys herself thoroughly. She soon falls asleep and Death is finally content to place her back down. From there he chooses to lay beside her, but upon grasping her hand, he hears Crom speak up.

"Yeah, real sweet isn't it? The feeling of love? Or could it be perhaps, that your instincts are just kicking in?"

"Enough."

"Merely just pointing out a possibility."

Death growls quietly, "What possibility?"

"Simple, that you're just reacting to your 'baser instincts', your most basic desires."

"I'll not hear another word of this." Death says to him.

"And the seeds of doubt, are thus sewn."

"I can just as easily reap them, now shut up!" Death shouts out loud.

Morgen stirs a bit, but doesn't wake up. Instead she rolls over to wrap her arms around him. This snaps Death out of it and calms him enough to settle back down. He does his best to keep the doubts at the back of his mind at bay. Hoping that for once, Crom will be wrong about him. A quiet voice in his head only affirms this notion to Crom.

"You're wrong about him."

"He knows I'm not, at least not entirely so." Then at realizing what going on, "How is it you've gotten in here? He's still awake?"

The voice gives no answer, it only continues to defend Death, "You know nothing of his heart or soul."

"Oh believe me girl, I do. So does he, despite what you think." Crom replies slyly before cocking his head in an all too familiar way, "I'll have to bare your trick in mind for later."

It's then that Death finally hears the voice properly and realizes it's Morgen's, "Leave him alone. He has nothing you want."

"Not true, even now he lives on in the exact shell I've been waiting on. But that's not a conversation for now, especially with him listening in. Which is again quite interesting, given what you've so graciously shown me. However I'd rather not be pestered by someone who's only just now is starting to put on the 'big girl britches', as it were."

With that Morgen snaps awake, having been shunted out by Crom. Death of course looks her over, "Are you alright? What were you thinking? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine, believe me. I merely wished to ease your mind. I wasn't expecting Crom to be the cause of your discontent."

Death only sighs, "He's often bothersome, but he's only one of many things that bring me...discomfort..if anything."

"I see. Well perhaps you should relax for now? The day has been stressful for you I'm sure. And something tells me Crom is picking up on it."

"Mayhaps. Lunch is probably ready by now, so I'll go check with Mina on that. Make sure she brings you something." Death informs her whilst getting up.

"Ah of course, be easy on yourself today though. Please."

"Don't worry, I'll be mindful. For your sake at least."

Death then made his way out of the room. He finds Mina easily enough as she's making her way to the kitchen.

"Ah Mina, might you bring Morgen her lunch today? She's resting in bed as..."

"I'm aware of it, Vortigern told me. No need to worry Horseman. Off you go."

He leaves her be as requested and goes to head outside. Figuring maybe some training may get his mind off things. He found Sygr and Bardak working together to train Arn yet again. He did his best to follow both teachers. Listening to Bardak's advice to keep his inner beast calm whilst also trying to absorb Sygr's battle strategies that can avoid savagery but also channel it. Death chose to watch them for a time. Being curious about it as the group continued to train. Bardak soon noticed him however and flagged him over,

"Hey Death, get yourself over here will ya?"

"I'm fine just watching Bardak, I know precious little compared to you two." Death expresses to him.

"That's a fat load of shit right there. Ya know lunar magic right? Maybe ya got some opinions to share?" Bardak insists.

"A lunar mage? Huh, who'd have thought? A Necromancer using magic known to be used by healers." Sygr says.

"There's more to it than just healing magic. Lunar magic has many aspects to it, some simple, some complex. Depends on what you're looking for or need." Death tells him.

"Really? Prove it."

"Well then, observe." Death says before casually causing the axes currently in Sygr's hands to slip from his grasp.

As they float in midair, Sygr is agape. And Arn quickly exclaims, "How did you do that!?"

"Simple, Magnemancy. In other words, magic over magnetic fields." Death tells the youngster.

"What else can you do?" Arn asks amazed.

"Well I can actually calm down a feral werewolf, or one that's just having a moment of lunacy. So long as I have sufficient distance and time that is."

Arn actually hops upwards, "Awesome!....well if you're into magic anyway."

Death only chuckled, "Right. Although speaking of the moon, you've been tracking it right Bardak? You know when the full moon is?"

"The last time you asked me this, it was four days ago." Bardak states.

Death counts on his fingers for a moment before freezing, "Shit, we've only got three days! AND THAT'S A MAYBE!"

"You're not only one worried, I hate full moons." Arn tells him.

"Both of you take it easy, we'll manage. We have all day to prepare you Arn. Just stay calm, you'll be fine." Sygr promises him.

Arn can only nod as the elder wolf pats his back. Death meanwhile feels something bite his neck, it stings something fierce as well. "Argh Ah.....ssssss....what the hell?"

"Now that I have your attention, I need to return soon. Preferably within a day, as Morgen's condition worries me too much." Barrcus informs him through one of his spiders.

"Next time, just say something. That REALLY fucking stings." Death replies in annoyance.

Arn, Sygr, and Bardak all look up in time to see the spider wave at them, "Greetings everyone."

"Ok then that's a little creepy." Bardak immediately says backing away slowly.

"Uhhhh...why is the spider talking?" Arn asks nervously.

"Brave warriors, the both of you." Sygr says shaking his head.

"Hey! I know when to fear the small! And that my friend, is CREEPY!" Bardak affirms to him.

"I am Barrcus. Morgen's adoptive Father and 'bodyguard' as it were. I'm currently stuck within the arena and have only recently been able to find time to myself. Figured I'd use my current time now to plan ahead with you all. As you'll all be perfect for it. Two fresh former gladiators, one who has espionage experience within one according to stories, and a werebear Orc who is known for battle prowess."

"Get to the point Barrcus, you likely have little time." Death informs him.

"Indeed I do. So I shall be brief. You'll need to free me from the arena, preferably tonight if possible. I'll leave you to come up with a plan for that much." Barrcus tells them.

"Well there's a problem with that....ya see Barrcus...full moon's in three days. We kinda gotta make sure this here boy is prepared for it." Bardak points out.

"Yeah, so tonight isn't going to happen spider. Give us until after full moon to handle this." Sygr suggests.

"I cannot wait that long. My own power has slowly been draining. I could probably last a few more days with proper nutrition. But without it I will not last much longer. That and my worries for Morgen only make it harder for me to concentrate on 'recharging' myself." Barrcus informs them a bit frantically.

"I'll ask Mina if she can make a care package for you. From there one of us can deliver it to you. If you have a crystal still, we can send it that way." Death says.

"Unfortunately, I do not."

"Then I'll ask Morgen to try delivering it through your dreams tonight. I'm sure she'd happily do so, just need to be sure she's well enough tonight."

"If she is still ill, do not let her enter my dreams. I won't have her pushing herself during recovery. Honestly though I've no idea what she sees in that youth. He even worries me sometimes, given what I've sensed from him." Barrcus states.

"You mean Aleyn?" Death inquires.

"Oh yer talking about the string bean? The pale guy with the cane?" Bardak asks.

"Yes him." Death replies.

"Dunno why he could be creepy to anyone. He doesn't look so tough." Arn points out arrogantly.

"Don't be brash boy. Even the leanest of men can be extremely dangerous individuals. They always have ways to destroy you." Sygr warns him.

"Heheheheheheheh...words to live by Jotun. Words to live by indeed." Barrcus states in agreement.

Death then heads off to return to Morgen. Finding her is actually extremely easy given that Mina is trying to coax her outside. Morgen's ultimately a bit unsure but Death finally steps between them, "What's going on now?"

"I thought she might enjoy some fresh air. That it'd get her feelin well faster." Mina points out.

"Be gentle with her Mina, don't force it. Her eyes may still be recovering themselves. Let me be sure about it first." Death tells her before checking Morgen again. He sees the glow is extremely faint, fainter than earlier in fact. But he's still not convinced entirely and asks Mina, "Is there any parasols in there? Perhaps some shade would be best for her."

"Horseman, it's early winter. She'll not burn to death ya know." Mina protests.

"I know I know, but just trust me on this Mina. Please?"

Morgen sighs and finally steps out into the light to prove the point Death's trying to make. Of course she still squints a bit to Mina's confusion. "There....proof enough?"

"Uhm...Morgen..dearie..what's goin' on?" Mina inquires nervously.

"I'm recovering from illness Mina....I need shade for now. If I must be outside...please fetch me a parasol."

Mina finally grabs one from inside for her, and rushes to hand it over. Morgen has a bit of trouble opening it with her limited eye sight, but Death goes and aids her with that. Once it's open, the shade definitely helps Morgen out. Death then gently leads her out into the light while she's under the parasol. From there he asks her, "So, do you think you could send a care package to Barrcus through your dreams tonight? Provided you're well enough of course."

"I may be able to. Is he in need of extra help?"

Death only nods, "He'll need proper nutrition to keep up his strength for at least a few more days. Three to be exact."

"Why must he wait longer?"

"Arn's beginning to lose it, as the full moon will be upon us soon. For his sake we have to hold off. But Barrcus needs the help." Death tells her.

Morgen sighs and replies, "Well, Mina would know what he requires. But I can try and work on strengthening myself for tonight to be safe."

"Understood. Do you need any assistance with that?"

"I shouldn't, but should I have the need I'll inform you." Morgen explains.

"Very well."

Death then walked back inside to see about getting peace and quiet as Mina and Morgen have words with each other on the matter ahead. Once he returned to his room, Death began to set up some incense and a chalk circle. In a few key spots on the circle he placed a few black candles. As he began to meditate within the circle, he could hear something tapping his window. Before long, he could smell the culprits too. Death did his best to ignore it though. While Crom couldn't touch or harm him in this moment, he knew the mostly dead deity still had ways to get to him. Eventually he finally reached some semblance of serenity as the incense finally drowned the scent of the Styxian Roses. Crom meanwhile had finally gone quiet, allowing Death his moment of calm. Course after some time, Death finally exited the circle. As he began cleaning up and putting things away, Crom spoke up.

"Why do you keep doing this? Aside from the peace and quiet."

"It shuts you up for a while...usually. Why so talkative this soon after?" Death questions him.

"Just..felt like it. Although you might want to deal with those for a moment."

Death glanced at the mirror in the room to see his reflection pointing towards a window. Looking outside he found the roses he'd smelled during his meditation. "And I am to believe you didn't just force the roses up here why?"

"They are attracted to the dead Horseman, we both are very much a part of that. In one way or the other."

Death shook his head before using only a small bit of Crom's power to force the rose vines away from him. Afterwards he sat at a desk before looking through his inventory crystal. Eventually he found a small box with Orcish symbols on it. He hadn't opened it in so long, and Crom was instantly interested in it.

"Not getting any ideas are we?"

Death didn't answer straight away, instead he opened the box. Inside it was the broken pieces of a charm. He picked up one of the shards as Crom watched him keenly. As Death kept glancing at the shard, Crom finally released two shadow hands from inside the mirror. One gently wrapped around Death's shoulder, the other his neck. An obvious threat as far as Death could tell.

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girl-gone-crazy · 5 years ago

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Short Story 1

Warning: Kissing

This is my first LGBT+ short that I made in 2017

Word count- 2038

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I jumped at the sound of a quick movement to my right. My girlfriend, Riley, pulled me closer to her. I looked up at her with a sigh escaping my mouth as she smiled at me as her brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight. I felt at ease being closer to her, even though I was still a little frightened.

“It was just a cat, silly Lily,” She said with a giggle. “We’re almost home. Do you want a piggy back ride the rest of the way.”

“Y-yeah..” She let go of my hand and I carefully climbed up her back. She put her hands under my butt for support and gave it a playful squeeze. I yelped out of surprise and wrapped my arms around her neck. She giggled again.

“Sorry, sweetie. I just had to.”

I buried my face in her back as we continued on our walk. About ten minutes later I heard a door open and felt light flood around us. We were back at our apartment. She sat me down on the couch. I turned on the TV hoping to find something good to watch at this time of night. The news instantly came on, and since I didn’t want to hear about all the bad in the world, I started searching for any cartoons that may be on.

“You hungry? I’ll order a pizza if so.” Riley hung her coat in the closet as her shoes sat messily by the door.

“Can I get a cheese this time?”

“Of course you can, babygirl. I’ll draw you a bath while I order.” She kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. She soon came back and sat next to me, pulling me into my lap as soon as she was comfy. I blushed a little as she kissed me on my cheek. “You’re so adorable. You know that right?” My face burned a little more. “I’m really sorry about what happened tonight. I didn’t think my friends would get mean. Nor did I expect you to get hurt.” She said examining my wrist, which had been cut by a broken piece of glass.

“I-It happens.” I stuttered out as I pulled my wrist away from her.

“No. Lily, I should of been more careful..” I shook my head and pulled her into a hug.

“I’m fine. I promise.” I gave her a quick kiss, hoping to see the smile that gave my life reason. She gave it to me.

“Your bath is ready, by the way.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” I gave her another kiss before getting up to go to the bathroom. I heard her change my cartoons to the news as I shut the bathroom door behind me. The tub was full with steaming water and my favorite bubble bath solution. I smiled, thinking of how lucky I was to have her, and climbed into the bath.

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I got out of the bath a little under an hour later, just when the water was getting cold. I slipped on my over-sized t-shirt and fuzzy cookie monster shorts. I wrapped my hair in a towel before leaving the bathroom completely.

As soon as I got back into the living room, I could smell that the pizza had been delivered while I was soaking. “Hungry?” Riley asked from the couch, looking as if she hadn’t moved. The pizza was on the coffee table with two pieces already missing from it.

“Always.” I smiled, grabbed a piece and sat next to her. She changed it back to my cartoons knowing how much I hated the news. I loved this woman.

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Riley’s P.O.V.

Dishes were about done when I heard a soft snoring over the sound of the Spongebob Squarepants theme song. I dried my hands off and looked over the couch. Lily was fast asleep with her blanket wrapped around her like a swaddle. I turned the television off, and carefully picked her up to take her to bed. She groaned in resistance but didn’t wake. After she was tucked into bed, I went back to finish the last bit of dishes. All I heard now was the soft patter of rain on the windows.

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It was over. We were graduating. School was over and I had Lily. We already had an apartment together. I was excited. I looked over at Lily as she talked to her friends. She had her blond hair curled, as usual, and I had mine pulled back in a braid. She was everything to me, and today was the day I proved it. She walks onto the stage right after me. We’ve only been together a few months, but I know she is someone I want in my life forever. Her parents already know. The principal has even gave me permission to interrupt the ceremony briefly for it. No, I’m not proposing. Exactly. I’m giving her a promise ring. I know I love her, and I pray she loves me back in the same manner.

I readjusted my cap as my name was called. I walked onto the stage, shook the principal's hand, and had my picture taken with my diploma in hand. Instead of walking off stage, I stood at the other end. Murmurs shuffled among the crowd in confusion. The principal ignored the murmurs and called Lily up on stage. She followed my steps and after grabbing her diploma came over to me and asked me what I was doing. At this time the superintendent handed me an extra microphone.

“Lily Matthews, I know you have only been mine since December, but I need you to know I love you.” I felt my nerves acting up but continued to fight through them. “I love you with all my heart, body, and soul. Sweetie, I couldn’t imagine you ever leaving my life. So here and now…” I bent down on a knee, which was quite complicated in my gown, and pulled a small ring out of my pocket, “I’m asking if you’ll promise to be mine until I can marry you later.”

Lily turned red and took a minute to respond. Oh, God. I blew it. I thought to myself.

Quickly, I was blown back by Lily in a tackle I wasn’t prepared for. “Yes!” she screamed excitedly. I laughed, with excitement shining from my core. I placed the ring on her left ring finger and kissed her with every breath I had left in me. Applause arose around with awes mixed in.

We were back in our seats, both giddy, as more people were called upon the stage. “I love you, Lily.”

“I love you, too, Riley.”

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*Two Years Later*

Lily’s P.O.V.

I woke up to the smell of something being made. Cinnamon rolls? I looked over and realized Riley wasn’t in bed, so she was probably making breakfast. I crawled out of bed and pulled my hair quickly back into a messy bun.

I tried sneaking behind Riley to give her a startle, but she seems to always have high senses. “Don’t think about it, babygirl.”

“Hehe, good morning!” I chirped, acting innocently.

“Morning birthday girl, want to do the frosting?” She offered as she pulled the cinnamon buns from the oven.

“Yes!” I said excitingly as I grabbed the container off the island. After frosting the buns completely, I put some on my finger and went to ‘boop’ Riley on her nose.

“Is that really a battle you want to start this early?” She asked inquisitively.

“Um…” I paused for a second. “Yes!” I ‘booped’ her quickly and threw the rest of the frosting in the trash before she could get me back.

“Smart move.” She said sticking her tongue out at me. “Let’s eat quickly. We don’t want to be late to your parents.”

“Okie dokie,” I said with pep. I grabbed a cinnamon roll and made my way back to the room to get dressed.

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I pulled on my boots as Riley pulled on her high tops to match her flannel top. She had her hair curled and pulled back in a ponytail. “Ready?” She asked as she grabbed the car keys. I nodded and made way out to the car. She always drove anymore because I was scared to after going into a ditch last winter. The snow had white blinded me and slid head first into a ditch across from the supermarket. I plugged my phone into the AUX and played Olly Murs.

After about half an hour of driving, we made it to my parent’s house. Riley’s parents’ car was parked out front as well, which doesn’t surprise me much. My parents and her’s were good friends before we were even dating. They are the reason we even know each other.

As soon as we got inside, I was engulfed in a giant bear hug. Looking up it was my big brother, Travis. I smiled and hugged him back. “Happy birthday, Lil!”

“Thank you, Travis.” I said with a smile as he let me go.

“Hey, honey!” My mom said surrounding me with a hug much like my brothers. “I can’t believe you’re twenty today!”

I shrugged and giggled. “You say the same thing every year, Mom.”

Riley interrupted us with a “Mr. and Mrs. Matthews, can I speak to you in the other room?”

I figured it was about my presents and didn’t think much about it.

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Riley’s P.O.V.

Lily’s parents followed me into a different room and we all sat down. My parents were in there as well, already knowing what was going on.

“Today is the day,” I said, “I want to ask her to marry me tonight when we get home. Our friends are at our apartment decorating for me. But first, I want to confirm with everyone that you guys are still okay with this.” I pulled the ring out of my bag and showed it to her parents. Her mother gasped and I could tell she loved the ring.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” My dad asked me. I nodded.

“More than anything else.”

Her dad spoke up. “Just remember, if you hurt her I will hunt you down.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Protect her with everything you got. She’s as emotionally fragile as much as she was as a child.” Mrs. Matthews chimed in.

“I will.” I put the ring away, and we all joined the party.

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Lily’s P.O.V.

It was late by the time we headed home. Riley loaded my presents into the trunk, which wasn’t all that much. Mom and Dad each gave me a kiss before I got into the car. “Good night, and drive safe. We love you two.”

“Love you, too, Mom.”

I was falling asleep by the time we got home, but Riley seemed to be beaming with energy. She must of ate a lot of cake, I thought to myself as we headed inside.

We walked inside and my breath was swept away by the view that was before me. Colored candles were lit amongst the room and rose petals were spilled across the floor. What was going on?

Riley took my hand, and guided me to the middle of the room.

“I want our future to be us together forever. I love you, and I want to protect you from all the evil that comes your way. You’re everything to me, and I want to prove it for years to come.” She pulled a small blue box from the bag that hung at her side. She knelt down on her knee, just like she did at our graduation ceremony. I began crying softly, tears clouding my vision. “Lily Matthew, will you marry me?”

Without a heartbeat in between our words I said “Yes, yes multiple times over.” She smiled even more than she had been before with a blush coming to her cheeks. She slid the diamond ring onto my finger right above the promise ring she gave me two years ago.

Riley stood and pulled me into a hug. I buried my head into her shoulder, tears of joy still running down my cheeks.

“I love you, sweetie.”

“I love you, too.”

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winchester-with-wings · 6 years ago

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Chemical Reactions (Part 20)

Series Summary: Being a teacher at Central City Academy doesn’t leave much time for a personal life. You didn’t really notice or care…that is until the day the new substitute science teacher, Barry Allen makes an appearance.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 20 Summary: Spring Break is over and Barry can’t wait to see you. He needs to talk to you too...

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader, Substitute Teacher!Barry Allen x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: Hope ya’ll like it! Thank you to my amazing friend and beta @thinkwritexpress-official!! Hey guys! Do you think I should start a patreon? Am I good enough for that?

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You come back just at the end of Spring Break.

Everyone had been concerned that your aunt’s sickness was serious and goodbyes were imminent, but treatments at the hospital had everyone counting their lucky stars as she pulled through.

What kept you sane, the entire time, was Barry’s constant check ins with texts and calls. At night you’d find a moment to Facetime between family meals. It was slightly awkward for you to be in this place, and Barry was the only one who understood. You were surrounded by extended family which you barely knew since your parents were gone. It sometimes felt like you were only invited out of pity and obligation. The look on your aunt’s face as she recovered in the hospital ensured that you did have a rightful place there though.

You return late on a Sunday night. All you can manage is a text to Barry and Caitlin letting them know that you’d made it home safe. Then you passed out.

The next day is the first day back from Spring Break and you can sympathize with your students as they grumble about coming back to school. They’re only fourth graders though! What do they really have to gripe about? They have many more years of school ahead of them.

Since no one wants to do schoolwork, you turn on the projector and put on some BBC Planet Earth documentary. That counts as science, right?

You’re watching the show right along with them, almost dozing off as you rest your chin in your hand. Your phone buzzes in your purse. The room is dark enough so you pull it out.

“Meet me at the track field after school,” Barry’s text reads.

“Okie dokie,” you respond, reading the words in your head with your upbeat teacher voice.

When an elephant goes to trumpet on the show, the bell rings, jolting everyone awake.

You don’t make it out to the track right away at the end of the day. Your classroom needs to be cleaned up and you have some tests to grade that shouldn’t take long. You don’t want to take them home.

You text Barry to let him know that you’ll be just a little while. He doesn’t respond.

“This break is over. Wanna have dinner at my place tonight?” you text him while holding your grading pen between your lips. Again, no answer. Around 4:30, you frown at your phone and decide to call him.

“Hi! You’ve reached Barry Allen. I’m probably at school right now and can’t answer. Leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you.”

You hang up, resolving to find a stopping place in your grading and call it a day. You collect your things and put on your black and white peacoat.

It’s still cold outside as you make your way to the football field. The rubber-paved running track surrounds it. There’s no one on the field and you’re starting to wonder why Barry asked you to come out here. You set your tote bag on the bleachers. You notice Barry’s gym bag a few feet away. Walking over to it, you see his phone is inside and blinking with your unread text messages.

Shuffling feet from behind were enough to alarm you but when someone pinches your sides, you spin around and swing your hand to defend yourself.

You’d squealed as if it were as good a cry for help but it’s cut off as Barry ducks your swiping hand and wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing.

“Hey stranger! Long time no see!”

“Bartholomew Henry Allen! Don’t scare me like that!” You smack his back and Barry laughs, releasing you and stepping back. “What the hell are you wearing?”

It’s a tight, red spandex, one piece leotard-esque tracksuit with straps instead of sleeves and shorts that stop mid-thigh. It leaves little to the imagination and Barry seems aware of it as he pulls on the end of his shorts, bringing your attention away from his crotch and rigid midsection.

“It’s my old tracksuit. Didn’t I tell you that I used to run track? It’s aerodynamic...and it still fits. Whaddaya think, eh?” He puts his hands on his hips and does a little twirl.

“No, you never told me that.” It makes sense though. Barry has a runner’s body, lean and taut. God, you’ve missed him.

Noticing that your attention is being divided by his face and other body parts, Barry digs into his gym bag to grab a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He pecks you on the lips after pulling the shirt over his head. You look around quickly right afterward.

“Don’t worry. There’s no one around.” He picks up his phone and notices your texts and missed call. “Oh crap, I’m sorry, Babe. I was running.”

“You’re running now?”

“Yeah, had to fill the time without my girlfriend somehow…” he shrugs, laughing it off. “Hey, come here,” he whispers and pulls on your hand.

“Barry, what are you d-...”

Barry pulls you behind the bleachers, takes you into his arms, and kisses you. His lips are warm and somehow, even through the sweat, he smells like cinnamon. You sigh sweetly as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Mmm,” you hum. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you,” you whisper between kisses. Barry’s tongue seizes the chance to enter while you’re talking. His tongue tangles with yours and his hands come up to hold your face as he desperately and passionately kisses you.

“You starved me of your touch, woman. Never again,” Barry growls, pulling back to look you in the eyes. His thumb runs over your kiss-swollen bottom lip. “So beautiful,” he whispers.

“Yeah, you are,” you giggle, tugging on his t-shirt and bringing him down for another kiss.

“Oh, wait,” Barry pulls back with pursed lips. You follow him, unwilling to break the kiss. “W-wa-wait...I need to talk to you,” he says rather suddenly.

There’s a gasp and it’s not one of your own. It surprises Barry into pulling away some more. There’s a quiet squeak, a loud thump, and then feet digging into gravel.

“What was that?” Barry asks, looking around. You hold your breath as you do the same until you see it.

“Oh, Barry.”

“What?”

“This is bad.” You walk out from under the bleachers and pick up a textbook.

“Is that yours?”

“No. It’s a student’s.”

“What just happened back there?” Barry asks as the two of you enter your apartment. You’d left the textbook behind. Whoever it belonged to would come back for it and you and Barry wouldn’t be there. Not when there was already a chance…

“I think someone saw us.” You collapse on your couch. Barry comes to you, pulling you up into a seated position so he can help you take off your jacket.

“Really?”

“Barry, someone saw us under those bleachers. We’ve been caught,” you start to panic, feeling a lump in your throat and your chest tighten as your breathing picks up.

“But we were being careful. No one could possibly know…” Barry looks like even he doesn't believe what he's saying. He even looks slightly guilty. As he should; right along with you. The two of you knew you could get in trouble and did it anyway.

“Students have access to the field outside of school hours, Barry. How could we be so reckless?” Your fingers tangle in your hair as you start to hyperventilate.

“Could’ve been a student athlete…” Barry murmurs to himself as if searching for answers. Once he notices your silence and heavy breathing, he looks up. “Hey, hey, calm down, sweetie. Y/N, we don’t know that for sure. For all we know, they might think we’re a couple of seniors. How could they know it was us…? I mean…our faces were kinda concealed...and busy.”

“Barry, you’re not taking this seriously,” you start to cry.

“Yes, I am.” Barry takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair and linking his fingers on the back of his neck. “I am. I know it’s serious. But there’s no use in worrying about it until we know for sure.” Barry wraps you up in his arms while you continue to panic and cry.

The two of you--mostly you--are in a state of worry for the next three days. Until Friday morning when you get an email from the Dean’s office.

“A meeting has been scheduled for you with Dr. Stein at 3 pm.”

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deadlybeautydbz · 6 years ago

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Last First Date

Neeeeew story time my friends! I had originally planned to have this finished for Valentines Day, but that didn't happen. It’s here now though, so I hope you enjoy!

As always, likes, reblogs and comments are apricated, as are reviews and followes over on FFN when this is uploaded there. If you would like to suggest a prompt for me or chat about anything K18, DBZ or anything else, my ask box is always open.

I hope you like this one, I really enjoyed writing it.

Story under the cut.

Last First Date

The thing with 18 was, that it was complicated. Or maybe it wasn’t and Krillin was just doing the same stupid thing he always did, where he made his life way more difficult that it needed to be.

It wasn’t that he was completely inept when it came to ladies. He’d had girlfriends in the past, and more recently even a couple of short summer flings. And growing up around Bulma and Launch – especially when she was a blonde – had taught Krillin how to recognise a sign when he saw one.

And that was the thing. He was sure there were signs. 18 did indeed seem interested. Their banter was playful and free flowing, and all too often seemed to tip over into flirtatious territory. They were comfortable around each other and 18 would often seek Krillin out while he was doing chores around the island, keeping him company while he worked on whatever mundane task he was doing to keep their tiny pink home in tip-top shape.

Then there was the time that she had fallen asleep against him while they watched some awful movie together on the couch one night. From the second her head hit his shoulder, Krillin couldn’t have recounted a single thing that happened on the screen. All he was focused on was the pressure of 18’s head resting on his shoulder and the warmth of her breath against his bicep. Even when his arm started to tingle and eventually went totally numb, he dared not move and risk waking his sleeping beauty from her slumber. And when she eventually did wake that night, there had not been an ounce of awkwardness between them over the intimate moment they had just shared. 18’s eyes had simply fluttered open, she’d asked what she’d missed in the movie, and she’d continued to watch, never moving from her resting place against Krillin.

Oh how he’d wanted to pull one of those dorky teenage fake-yawns that night, and put his arm around her. It was all he’d thought about for the rest of the movie, and every second of every day for the next week, but he’d never worked up the courage and eventually 18 had taken herself to bed.

The point was though, given what he knew, he didn’t think his chances with 18 were totally zero.

But what if he was wrong?

Krillin liked 18. Like, he reeeeally liked her. Like, if it was a choice between having her in his life as a friend, or confess his feelings and risk scaring her off for good, he would pick friendship, because at least that way he got to see her every day.

Unless of course, she decided to move off the island because she thought there was nothing for her here. To the city or something. And she made friends with people who weren’t short, bald, losers. And one of her new tall, handsome model friends asked her out. And she got married and had babies and never thought of Krillin again. He’d get to see her everyday unless all of that happened.

Fuck.

If that happened, if 18 left – and Krillin knew that eventually she would if nothing changed, and he’d never mustered up the courage to tell her the truth, he’d hate himself forever.

“Hey, stranger.” A voice, 18’s voice, dragged Krillin from his melancholy thoughts. “Whatcha doing?”

“Oh, nothing,” Krillin responded.

“Really?” 18 seemed sceptical. She motioned toward the paintbrush that Krillin was holding in his hand, and the little puddle of paint that was dripping off it and onto the roof where he was standing. “Looks to me like you’re making a mess.”

“Huh? Oh shit,” Krillin followed 18’s eyes down to the roof and he winced. Prior to getting so distracted by his thoughts, Krillin had been repainting the window shutters on the upstairs rooms of Kame House. Roshi was very proud of his little island home and took pride in keeping it looking ship-shape. He would not be happy if he saw this. Quickly, Krillin whipped off his shirt and started trying to wipe up the blob of paint. But it was no use, it was about five hundred thousand degrees out under the hot midday sun, and even hotter than that up on the roof, and the paint had already started to set. All Krillin did was manage to smear the sticky, half dry paint across the red tiles, making the situation even worse. “Shit,” he muttered again.

“Hmmm.” Krillin noticed a certain tone in 18’s voice and looked up from smudging paint everywhere to eyeball her. 18’s hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of her shorts and there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Are you enjoying this?” He asked. “Roshi will kick my ass over this you know? And don’t think he won’t notice because he’s a thousand years old. He notices everything!”

“No, I’m not enjoying this.” 18 replied, and shrugged her shoulders. She was totally enjoying this. She loved when Krillin got all riled up. He was cute when he got flustered. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah right. Just help me clean this up, would you?”

“Are you trying to get me to take my shirt off? That’s very forward of you, Krillin.”

“What?! No!” A blush raced up Krillin’s cheeks. “You know that’s not what I meant! Under the sink in the laundry there’s a bottle of turpentine and some old rags. Can you please get them for me?”

“Okie dokey” 18 nodded and climbed leisurely back through the window she had appeared from, leaving Krillin to deal with the rapidly worsening situation. “Here you go,” she said when she returned a minute later, holding the requisite cleaning supplies, and tossed them to Krillin.

“Thanks, 18.” He quickly doused the rag in the strong chemicals and prayed as he wiped it over the paint that it would work. Success! The paint lifted and Krillin let out a sigh of relief. “Hallelujah,” he said, and readjusted himself so he could sit down on the roof. “Thanks for your help, 18. I owe you one.”

18 sat herself down beside Krillin and shrugged her shoulders. “Hardly.” she scoffed. This was a man who had literally saved her life, not once, but three times, without expecting anything in return. He’d stomped on that godforsaken remote control on what was the worst day of her entire life, he’d cared for her after she’d been inexplicably regurgitated by a monster, and then he’d gone and tried to use a magical dragon wish to return her to her human form, without ever expecting to see her again. The least she could do in return was run down a flight of stairs for him. In fact. “Let me cook dinner for you tonight.” the words had blurted out of 18’s mouth before she’d really even considered them. She didn’t know the first thing about cooking. “Unless you have other plans, of course.”

“Other plans?” Krillin laughed. “Have you ever known me to have other plans?” He wasn’t sure where 18’s offer had sprung from, but he would have cancelled dinner with the Queen of England if an opportunity to spend time with 18 presented itself instead. “Dinner sounds perfect.”

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Several hours later and 18 was regretting her stupid ideas and big mouth. Cooking?! She didn’t know the first thing about cooking. Surprisingly, the main chef in this small, dysfunctional home, was Oolong – it was just about the only thing the perverted little pig was good for. He would cook for himself and Roshi each day and usually leave enough extra for Krillin and 18 to help themselves too when they were feeling hungry. His dishes were simple but delicious and today, after scouring through every piece of information in her databases, and coming up with absolutely nothing about cooking – thanks Gero – 18 had to swallow her pride and take a leaf out of Oolongs book. He usually cooked a modest combination of vegetables or soup with rice, and so 18 was attempting the same.

Vegetables and rice. How hard could that possibly be?

Surprisingly hard, it turned out. 18 almost threw a spoon at Krillin’s face when he popped his head into the kitchen to see how things were progressing.

“Everything’s fine, Krillin! What, do you think I can’t cook or something?!” she demanded, while whipping around the kitchen in a disorganised frenzy.

“No, no, that’s not it at all!” Krillin threw his hands up to cover his head from any more projectiles that 18 might hurl his way in her frustration. He noticed the piles and piles of dirty pots and pans that were stacking up by the sink and what looked like smoke billowing out from the oven, but very wisely chose to keep his mouth closed on what was clearly a sensitive subject. “I just came to see if you’d like me to set the table or if you’d prefer to eat on the beach?”

“Beach!” she snapped back, although instantly regretted her sharp tongue. “Krillin, stop!” she called, noting that Krillin had, rather wisely, already started to retreat from the tense air of the kitchen – not that she could blame him. Even she knew she was being feral. He turned back around, and the kind look in his eyes took just enough of the edge off of 18’s frustration for her to try again. “The beach would be nicer, I think.” She said. “Roshi is always hanging around in the lounge watching those disgusting exercise programs.”

Krillin beamed a bright and radiant smile. “Beach it is,” he winked and pointed a couple of dorky double finger-guns in 18’s direction. “I’ll be outside waiting whenever you’re ready. Please don’t rush though.”

It was a little over half an hour later when 18 trotted down onto the sand holding two bowls, which represented her hours of hard work and determination. She was most certainly content to let Oolong keep the title of Cooking Champion of Kame House, that was for sure, but for now, she was proud of what she had achieved.

“What’s this?” 18 asked, as she rounded the corner of the house, to where she knew Krillin would be waiting for her. This side of the beach was where they always sat because a) it was away from the prying eyes of certain stickybeaks in the living room, and b) it had the best view of the magical sunsets that the island was treated to each night.

Krillin, upon hearing 18’s voice jumped up from the sand and turned to face her. “Oh, this” he replied casually to the beautiful spread he had set up for them. A picnic blanket, cushions, a bottle of wine, “This is nothing. You went to so much effort to cook us a meal, I thought the least I could do was provide somewhere nice to eat it.”

“It’s lovely,” 18 handed Krillin his dinner and they both sat down on the blanket. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you!” Krillin poured two glasses of wine and handed one to 18. He was acutely aware of the fact that 18 had had the entire picnic blanket on which to sit, and yet she had chosen to sit right next to him. So close in fact that their knees were touching. ‘Focus, Krillin’ the ex-monk had to remind himself. “Cheers.” He held up his wine glass and clinked it against 18’s, before they both sipped from their glasses.

“So, how is it?” 18 couldn’t even wait for Krillin to swallow his first mouthful of food before she was seeking his approval. She had worked so hard on this meal, and she wanted Krillin to enjoy it. “I know it’s not much, but do you think I have potential?”

Oh, Krillin thought that 18 had potential alright.

“Absolutely,” he shovelled another forkful into his mouth, making sure to chew thoughtfully this time and savour the flavours before swallowing. “18, this is delicious. Where did you get the recipe?”

“Recipe? It’s rice and vegetables Krillin, don’t get to ahead of yourself here.”

“Honestly though, it’s delicious. What type of sauce did you use? I’m very impressed! I thought Oolong was the only one in this house with any cooking skills!”

“Well, I’m full of surprises.”

“I bet you are.” Maybe it was the wine going immediately to Krillin’s head, in the annoying way that wine always did for him, or maybe it was the romantic backdrop of the slowly setting sun – he wasn’t sure, but that last sentence had come out a lot more sensually that Krillin had intended and a blush raced straight up his cheeks. “Sorry, that uh… I didn’t mean that to sound so well… so creepy!” he laughed bashfully and he briefly considered getting up and drowning himself in the ocean.

Quickly, in a last ditch effort to prevent anymore unfiltered nonsense spewing from his lips, he stuffed his mouth full of food and committed to chewing each piece 100 times.

Beside him, 18 shook her head. “You’re an idiot.”

For a while, there was a content silence as the pair sat and ate their food, sipped their wine and watched the sky change from bright blue, through rich yellows and oranges to a deep, dusty pink as the sun sank towards the horizon.

18 remembered vividly the first Kame Island sunset that she had been witness to. A view like that; the most magnificent melting together of colours that she had ever seen, it had taken her breath away. 18 had been sure that it had been a once-in-a-lifetime display. There was no way something so captivating could ever be repeated. But there it was again the following night, igniting the sky with its glory, and again the night after that, and that was when 18 had begun to realise that there was something special about this place.

And it wasn’t just the glorious sunsets that made it so, or the fact that this house seemed to somehow magically exist in the middle of an ocean surround by nothing and yet still had power and running water. No it wasn’t any of that at all. It was the people who lived here. From the moment that Krillin had invited her, and 18 had stepped foot on the islands warm white sand, she had felt welcome.

Roshi and Oolong – disgusting perverted tendencies aside – had been nothing but hospitable when Krillin had humbly informed them that 18 would be making use of the spare bedroom for the time being. There had simply been nodding of heads and they turned back to the TV. No one here cared about her murky past, or that she was a capable of becoming a deadly killing machine if the mood struck her. It was nothing they hadn’t encountered before. 18 quickly learned that over the years, Kame House had been somewhat of a safe haven for the Z warriors, many of whom had started out an enemies, and its door were always open to those who needed it.

And then there was Krillin. He really was something else. He had a heart that was kinder than anything 18 had ever known. She felt at ease around him in a way she had never felt around anyone, not even her own brother. He had invited her to stay with them on the island without any expectations and with no strings attached. It was simply an offer of a warm bed and a roof over her head for as long as she needed. She never felt any pressure here to be anything more than she was.

It had been almost six months now, since her arrival, and 18 was noticing a change in herself. She wasn’t the cold hearted monster she had come here believing that she was. She had just been scared, confused and in full-blown self-preservation mode when she arrived. “Totally normal,” Krillin had said one day, when she’d mentioned her changing emotions. “So many of us, me included, came here as angry little shits, hell bent on making life difficult for everyone around us, and then something happened. This place has a way of bringing out peoples true selves. Like it knows who you were always meant to be.” They were words that 18 would never forget.

And as far as she was able to tell, it was true. Sitting here now with Krillin, sipping on her wine, listening to the waves gently breaking against the shore, she felt a world away from the person she had been six months ago. She felt like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, anew, and awash with opportunities and possibilities. For the first time, 18 was beginning to feel like her life was truly hers to take control of.

The sun had set now, and they world seemed to exist inside a glorious twilight bubble. 18 buried her bare toes into still warm sand and lay back so that she could rest on her elbows and stare up at the sky. “This is nice,” she said, breaking the silence.

“Mmm,” Krillin agreed absentmindedly. He was deep in his own mind too, having picked up his train of thought from earlier in the day. It had dawned on him that this was his moment. The moment. Maybe the only moment he would get, to let 18 know how he felt. He needed to clear the air, and his conscious, once and for all, no matter the consequences. He had to know that he had at least tried. “Do you like it here? On the island?” he asked.

“Of course.” 18 either didn’t hear, or was choosing to ignore the awkwardness in Krillin’s voice.

“And are you happy?”

This time, 18 sensed that there might be more to this than just a casual conversation. She sat up and shuffled herself around on the picnic blanket so that she could better face her companion. “I am happy. Krillin, what’s this about? Is this because I got frustrated at you in the kitchen ea-”

“No, no,” Krillin cut 18 off mid-sentence. “That’s ancient history. It’s just important to me, y’know. That you’re happy here.”

“I am. I’m content here.”

“Good. Because it’s important to me that you are. Happy, I mean.”

“You just said that. Krillin, are you alright?” 18 could see, even in the muted light of nightfall that Krillin was flustered. His cheeks were pink and his hands trembled. A closer, more technical inspection of his vital signs revealed that his pupils were dilated and his heart was racing.

“Because you know, if you’re not happy here, I hope that you wouldn’t feel obligated to stay.” Krillin continued on, totally ignoring 18’s growing concern.

“I don’t feel obligated to-” something dawned on 18. “Krillin. Are you asking me to leave the island?”

“NO!” Krillin snapped back with so much intensity that 18 jumped. “No, I’m most definitely not doing that.”

“Then what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m…” Krillin faltered. What was he doing exactly? “I’m making a mess of this is what I’m doing. I’m sorry 18.” Krillin knew there was no going back now, 18 wouldn’t let him just walk away from this train wreck of a conversation, so he was going to have to go all in. Which was going to require more wine. He topped up his glass and drained it in one smooth movement, and hoped that the liquid courage would give him the boost he needed to get this over the line. “Let me start again.”

“I think that would be a good idea.”

“Okay.” Before he continued, Krillin closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to steady himself. “I don’t want you to leave 18, I’m sorry if it came across like that. What I actually want is the total opposite. What I want is for you to stay for a very, very long time. Maybe even for ever if you’d like.”

“Forever?” 18 asked, not exactly following along with this conversation.

“I like you, 18.” Krillin finally blurted it out, and that was the cue for the floodgates to open. “A lot. I like you a lot and I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time. And I dunno, but I think maybe you like me to and maybe we could have something here. And I hope I’m not wrong, because the last thing I want in the entire world is to make our friendship weird because it means so much to me, just having you in my life at all. But I was worried that if I didn’t tell you and there was even a chance that you might feel the same, that you might think I wasn’t interested in pursuing this and then you would leave and I couldn’t let that happen so I just had to-”

“Krillin. Stop.” 18 placed her hand on Krillin’s forearm and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “You’re rambling. Stop.” Her hand travelled down Krillin’s arm until it found his, and she let her fingers intertwine with his – and chose to ignore for now how clammy Krillin’s palms were. “You can relax okay. I like you to.”

“Really?”

A long sigh came from 18’s lips before she replied, and when Krillin finally worked up the courage to look at her, he could see that she was smiling. There was something about that small upward tick of her lips that soothed Krillin. It was clear that 18 wasn’t feeling uncomfortable about this strange turn of events. “Really.” She eventually said, and Krillin could hear just a hint of bashfulness in her voice. “So what happens now?”

“Now?” Krillin’s mind drew a blank. Honestly he hadn’t thought any further ahead than this exact moment. “You could let me take you on a date?”

18’s raised a cheeky eyebrow. “A date?” she mused. “Alright. A date. How does tomorrow sound?”

“Tomorrow?!” Krillin swallowed, “Are you sure that’s not too soon? I don’t want to rush this.”

18, it seemed, was much more pragmatic about the situation, and was keen to tackle it head on, and right away. “We’ve both agreed we’d like to pursue this. What’s the point in waiting?”

This was panning out better than Krillin could have ever hoped for, but he was still nervous. There was nothing in his life he had ever wanted to work out more than this, and he was weary of getting ahead of himself. It wasn’t like he was about to get down on one knee and propose, hell, he wasn’t even asking 18 to be his girlfriend right now. All he wanted was this one date, and he wanted it to be perfect. “Alright. Tomorrow then. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

The sound of 18 laughing filled the air, and in that moment, Krillin could have sworn he’d died and gone to heaven. Here he was, sitting out under the stars, holding hands with the woman whom he was pretty certain he was going to spend the rest of his life falling in love with and it couldn’t have been any more perfect if he’d tried. The emotional load that had been lifted from his shoulders was intense, and Krillin almost felt like he was going to cry – there was every chance that could have been the wine though. He never wanted this moment to end.

Desperately, Krillin was trying to think of the perfect thing to say next. Should he recite a poem? Sing a song? Do an interpretive dance? No, that last one was definitely a solid no. So caught up in his own head, as he so often was, Krillin failed to notice that beside him, 18 seeming to have her similar internal debate on how best to progress from here.

He blinked when he heard her say, “Ah, screw it.” There was barely a second to register the words before a firm hand yanked his head around and a pair of soft lips were pressed against his own. The kiss only lasted for a second or two and was over before Krillin had even realised that it began, but it was enough for the memory to be burned into his brain for the rest of his life.

18 had kissed him!

By the time he was able to process words and thoughts again, 18 was standing up and brushing sand from her legs. She looked down at him and smiled coyly. “See you tomorrow,” was all she said before disappearing up the beach and into the house, leaving Krillin to sit stunned in the sand.

See you tomorrow indeed. Krillin needed to get busy, it was time for him to plan his last first date.

Hope you liked it!! Please let me know, I love to hear your thoughts, feedback and what you’d like to see from me in the future!

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theday · 7 years ago

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hello! as 2017 is ending nd 2018 is starting i thought i’d do a mutual appreciation post like many others are doing/have done because wtf i love my friends [dowoon voice] hey! and yes thats me down there bc hashtag love myself hashtag love yourself - big time rush, 2017

heres some (hopefully) short sappy story lads,, so ive converted this blog 3 times from a 5sos one to an aes blog and now we’re here! ive had this as a kpop sideblog since the start of july and i never expected to make as many friends as i have now and it still wows me so much wtf... i love all of you im gonna throw myself off a cliff into a sea of love

legend: ☆ - people i love a lot, ☾- the most important to me!, bolded for trusted mutual

short message to my moon people alright hopefully i dont write an essay

☾ @softshouyous: falen waht the fuck u know when u told me we were only friends for a whole year and a half i didnt believe it ;-/ i thought we were pals for longer thats just how close we are i guess ive done so many falen love essays so ill be repeating myself lmao youre one of my greatest friends on here and twitter and i just wanted to say thank you, for a few things!! first for staying strong and being here today!! second is for following (back?) on twitter which lead us to not Dying off u kno...,, third is for being someone i can rely on whenever i need to and talking to you makes me feel the safest bc i know.. i know u rly like being my friend ur my safe friend my special place i love u :D

☾ @briwoon: hey boxy!!!!!!!!! i dont remember how we became friends but i have a lot to say to u why didnt u send a tree in dhhdh u dont have to bc ill be professing my love for u here b*thc ! dude ok i always say this bc im basically a broken record but thank you sososososoosososososososoosososo much for introducing me to day6 because damn without you i wouldnt be here and i dont know how id have managed to survive the rest of the year without them so really- thank you so damn much i love u the mostest :( i know u might be going through some tough times but please know that i am here for you (so is bell!) so feel free to talk to us anytime!! another thing, thank u for introducing me to mx as well you really brought happiness into my life bc of everything..! ur imapct my dude!!!!!! this all happened bc of you! this is happening bc of you and i just want you to know that youve given me a reason to smile everyday nd im hoping one day youll have a reason to smile daily too! im glad astro are helping you out too and that you like them :-( i love u 2 the moon and back!

☾ @tokayhk: bell just 2 start off ill be saying no homo duhdjhdh just kidding i love u so much okay i know we havent even been buddies for that long but it feels like ive known u for more! !!!!! ur a friend i can rant to (and be extra shady with) and youve also helped me accept reality (thank u god) even tho i did hate u for like 1 minute but im over that please dm me any time to tell me 2 wake the fuk up bc sometimes i need it ;-/ despite being a youngin youre super mature which led me to think u were like 18 but thats clearly not the case jdjs its okie though ur doing amazing for a [redacted] year old!!!!! please i love ur humor so much and every time u say ur not funny i wanna punhc u but with love bc ur the funniest person i know :-( u always make us (the hq) laugh and pleas its amazing ur presence in the gc rly brightens the whole place up i love u also ur impact ive been using the phrases u say a lot more often now i shld start crediting u in the tags or smth (c) bell ! also! im glad u got into astro bc before boxy u were the only person id be yelling to on twitter about astro im glad u like them too wtf ! i love u so much and thank u for being my friend and being born :-0 i already told u like a few lines back but u rly are funnie and also ur art i mcdie every time huhuuhu i miss ur streams but idk when im free ;-( ur streams rly made my day we became friends through that and the gc is thriving its been a good year !

ill stop there bc this post would get super long if i didnt now on 2 my buddies!! (?? how many alphabets are there)

A-L:

@astrofireworks / @briwoon ☆ / @ckyun / @chaekkung ☆ / @cinnamoonbunbin ☆ / @dalkkong ☆ / @eggkyun / @eunrocky / @gothhyungwon ☆ / @heybinnie / @hokidan / @hyyh-pt2 / @ikyh / @imchangkyute / @ilovedowoon / @jianhyuk / @jinwooes / @jooheun ☆ / @kihyunswife ☆ / @kimkyungsoos / @kiwirn / @leedongmlns ☆ / @ljh-94

M-guys i cant do the fucking hashtag what the fuck pretend its there:

@m1nhyuk ☆ / @minhyukt ☆ / @mxgoth / @myunghjun / @mxrays / @minhyukwithagun ☆ / @monbeebs ☆ / @morningcallz / @nubebe ☆ / @oikawayylmao / @parkminhyuksegg / @softki / @softshouyous ☆ / @space-triangles / @smileyrocky / @tokayhk ☆ / @vmxns / @whonpil / @warmhyungwon / @04yeol / @1showho ☆ / @15hyungwon / @94honeyluv

if you werent added in here (aka my dumbass forgot) just like this post and ill add u immediately!!! also dont worry if you werent bolded/starred i love everyone!!!!!! all of you have made my 2017 a little bit better and brighter and i hope we’ll be able to stay friends/mutuals in the next year as well

feel free to unfollow/break the mutual anytime though!! :D your dash should be filled with things you want to see/love! this should be posted at 12am my time so happy new year (eve, for most) i hope everyone has a good day/night! thank you once again for making my year better ♡

i neevr shut up but another thing,, good job to everyone for managing to make it through another year!! im proud of everyone okie i love u guys :_) oh ya god can i shut up but shout out to my secret santas!!! miss cryptic if ur out there thank u for being an awesome ss i hope ur doing well !!

#the quality of the header might suck but u know its Me.... low quality header for a lq person :^)#moon texts #friends #also the header is so ugly but those are astro's official colours so !#hm shld i tag this as ff #follow forever

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wickerjulias · 7 years ago

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okie dokie so i read all of the fics that you reccommended embarassly fast, do you have any long napollya recs i don't care if they're super angsty but I cannot deal with not a happy ending.... i'm sorry they were just so GOOD my favorites were toska and a literary manifesto !!! -your fic needing stalker anon

hey there anon!! i’m sorry for the delay. and omg yeah!! i love these two!! like wow!!

unfortunately the tmfu fandom doesn’t a lot of very long fics, but i tried my best to find some for you. here you go, same format as your last ask, i hope you’re gonna have a blast reading them!

Tidings of Comfort and Joy by pinpointjudas (M)

Napoleon and Illya are sent to deepest, darkest Yorkshire to investigate a rumour that a THRUSH agent is spending Christmas at Castle Bellamy. Their brief is to hide in plain sight amongst other house guests. Napoleon is convinced it will be an almost enjoyable case, provided Illya cheers up, the ghost in his bedroom leaves him alone, and they catch the nefarious agent before anyone winds up dead...

Note: This one isn’t finished technically, because the epilogue is missing. I’d still give it a read though, because it’s written super well and because most of the issues the story deals with get resolved in the last chapter posted.

The Ghost War by manic_intent (E)

Aleppo was one of the oldest cities on earth, and once, it had been one of the most beautiful. Illya had been here before the war, when he was younger, young enough to be taken by wanderlust. He had walked through the very place he stood now, gawking at the crowds, the tightly packed stalls, listening to voices haggling in a language he did not understand, the market riotous with colour and laughter and spices. Now Al-Madina Souq was broken with rubble, its arched corridors blasted dark, its cathedral silence sometimes interrupted rudely by the distant staccato booming of artillery and gunfire, the ancient stone thick with the stench of rot and urine.

Note: This one is rather short in comparison to the others, but it’s so good!! I’d def rec it!

in sin + error by neroh, (M+E)

The mission is a simple one: retrieve a USB drive from a very bad man’s yacht off located in the Mediterranean Sea and confirm its destruction to HQ.Or another way Napoleon and Illya met.

Note: This one’s a series.

all that you have wished for, I know will come your way by janie_tangerine (E)

Napoleon isn’t quite sure he can put yes, because your superiors don’t get to see you gloating when you’re not playing chess against yourself, and they don’t get to discuss dumb opera plots with you, they don’t get to see you engrossed in cheap paperbacks and treat them like first editions because you care that much about what they say, and they don’t get to see that you have a personality and that it’s everything but unpleasant when one gets to know you, and I don’t understand why would anyone think it’s a good idea to treat you like an asset and not a person in words that might not sound completely ridiculous, never mind that he’s not even sure Illya would take such a rant seriously.

Or: where Illya has issues asking for what he wants if it falls under the unnecessary-to-his-job radar and Napoleon just might be a bit over in his head, but he's entirely willing to rectify that situation.

Wanting Too Much by Tallihensia (E)

A young soldier turned thief after the war, Napoleon goes to a black-market auction to sell a valuable painting... and comes away with something he didn't intend to buy – a Russian KGB agent. After an interesting night where they get to know each other, the next day finds them determined to do something to right some wrongs... but not all wrongs can be corrected that easily. As they work together, Napoleon learns some hard truths... but also comes away at the end with something more valuable than a painting.

Note: Technically speaking NOT with a happy end, but there is some sort-of sequel you can find in the endnotes of the fic.

By the Throat (T+E)

In which the KGB took some rather dubious measures to ensure Illya’s loyalty to Russia, and Napoleon doesn’t care for it.

Note: This is a series as well, but it’s restricted and only available if you have an AO3 account.

how certain the journey by Carthage (E)

Illya’s mark – Solo’s claim on his skin- is an ugly thing. In childhood it had shone like Solo’s, beautiful and good and bright, but then he had gone to the KGB, and there, they had tried to destroy the mark. To make him truly equal, and no one’s submissive. His mark has burned patches outlining it, thin crosshatches of scars, pockmarked pits of white skin- and yet, the mark returned, every time.

despite the passage by endquestionmark (E)

Illya has been waiting for something to happen for a very long time.

The Honey Trap by Mamalazzer (E)

"So congratulations, Peril," Napoleon drawled, looking so amused that he could see it was literally setting Illya's teeth on edge. "You have the supreme good fortune of getting to kiss me senseless. Now be a good sport and put your hands on my backside, would you? I'm beginning to feel neglected."

In which the boys have to go undercover as a couple, with Napoleon having a whale of a time while Illya isn't sure whether to knock Napoleon's teeth out or kiss him.

Spanning the Reaches byTallihensia (E+T)

Napoleon reflects on his partner while waiting to rescue him. Afterwards, Illya has a unique way of saying thank you for saving his life. Napoleon thinks it’s a good idea... and after Illya saves him, returns the thanks.

Note: A series as well.

The Trojan Affair bymanic_intent (E)

Ten minutes to go to ground zero and Artyom was still desperately trying to escape. “I have never attended little girl’s birthday party,” he pointed out repeatedly, and actually pouted, big blue eyes wide and pleading.

“Always a first time,” Napoleon said mercilessly, pulling on a charcoal Tom Ford blazer over his loose gray knit. “Mrs Siegfried invited us weeks ago, Artyom, don’t be a baby. You’ve had quite a while to gird your loins. We’re going to a party, not some sort of trench warfare. Smile.”

Artyom scowled, which was admittedly normally an adorable look even for a tall, blonde Russian giant of a man. “I do not like Mrs Siegfried,” Artyom declared, clearly intent on being as recalcitrant as possible.

The Gemini Affair by manic_intent (E)

In the first month of being co-opted into working with Illya Kuryakin full time at U.N.C.L.E., Napoleon stole Illya’s father’s watch four times, twice out of spite, once out of drunken curiosity, and once out of sheer boredom. After the fourth time, Gaby sprained one of Napoleon’s fingers and threatened to do worse if he did it again.

“You are not a spy,” she told him firmly, dangling the watch out of reach as Napoleon curled in a wincing, fetal position on his Le Corbusier couch in his upstate apartment. “You are a thief with the self-control of a child. Now give me back my ring.”

“What ring?” Napoleon asked innocently, even through the pain.

“How fond are you of your nose?” Gaby shot back blandly.

I am a part of all that I have met by ScribeofArda (T+M)

It's been over a year since Rome, since they stopped the world ending, since Napoleon made a choice and threw a watch across the room instead of pulling a gun. They've been spiralling together in that inevitable way, but neither Napoleon or Illya have been brave enough to take the first step across to the other.

Now it might all be too late, and Napoleon didn't think it would end like this: Illya lying in the street, ash and blood and Napoleon's name on his lips. There are a thousand unspoken words between them, begging to be heard before they become just another regret on top of the many they've already accumulated over the years, but the game never stops, not even for love.

Note: Again, a series.

Drowning Deep bySomedrunkpirate

Don’t follow the rabbit. He knows this. Don’t fall into the rabbit hole of memories. You’ll drown.

But Illya lives there, deep in the past, it’s the only way he gets through the day.

The Argonauts byleslielol

Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin accompany one another on a journey.

#anon #ask #fic recs #i hope you have a lot of fun reading them!!#drowning deep reminds me of my own 80k pacrim au #i started writing it back in 2k15 and it's technically finished but #I STILL NEED TO TRANSLATE IT FROM GERMAN TO ENGLISH #(yeah #i'm a hecking idiot)#but that's way beyond the point here #enjoy reading the fics <3 #have a good one!

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thepeanutbutterwizard · 8 years ago

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Precipice Chapter 1: Stay Here Long

Okie dokie loki here it is! The first chapter of my first full length multi-chapter fic! This is what happened after that ficlet I posted awhile back.

Enjoy!

Word count: 2541

Prologue Chapter 2

Stanford Pines was used to losing track of time when he was engaged in something. So when he looked up from the book he was re-reading for the first time in thirty years and checked the time, he wasn’t that surprised to see that he had missed the debate that was being televised. And yet, he was saddened by it. He had actually been looking forward to seeing how Stanley did in the election. From what Stanford had heard, it seemed like Stan was doing very well in the polls, thanks to Dippers quick thinking and Stanford's own invention. Ford was glad that Dipper had come to him for advice, and he was glad that Dipper had been able to convince Stan to let him help.

Ford stood and stretched, muscles tight from being in the same position for so many hours. Checking the time again, Ford was surprised that Stan and the kids weren't back yet. The alarms he had wired the house with years ago were still intact, (they were one of the first things Ford checked up on when he got back), and should alert him when any of the doors or windows are opened-ah, there it went. A flashing light and an audible ding from one of the consoles lining the room told him that someone had just used the front door.

Ford ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make it look like he hadn’t spent the whole day his nose in a book; Stanley would never let him hear the end of it. As the elevator rose, Ford wondered how his brother had done. Although, he probably wouldn’t hear from Stanley if the election went well or not. But he could count on Dipper to tell him. Mabel would probably be dying to give him a play-by-play breakdown of the entire debate, albeit one probably embellished with more glitter and puppies than were actually there. Ford chuckled softly to himself as he envisioned his niece and nephews charm and enthusiasm. They were good kids, and Ford was grateful to have been able to meet them. And he was hoping to be able to have them visit him again next summer, after he had dealt with the rift and gotten rid of all of the Mystery Shack garbage cluttering up his house and settled out all of the legal matters of Stanley living under his-had Stan used his name for the election?

The ding of the elevator reaching the top floor drowned out Ford's sigh. He would really have a lot of trouble getting his life back from Stan, wouldn’t he? Ah well, it’s not like that was anything new. Ford would just have to do what he did and Backupsmore, what he did for thirty years in the portal: knuckle down, work harder, and find that solution he needed.

Ford may have been surprised at his own inability to keep track of time, but he was very surprised at the silence that greeted him as he opened the door behind the vending machine. No place could ever be quiet if his family was around, and Ford knew for a fact that the first thing he should have heard after coming up from the basement was Stanley either crowing about his victory or commiserating his defeat, just like he would after a boxing match when they were kids.

Instead, all Ford heard was silence.

Wait, not silence. Ford could hear footsteps, quick and light in the upstairs portion of the home. Footsteps that were now coming down the stairs.

Ford's hand drifted towards the blaster mounted at his hip, but kept from pulling it out when he saw who the intruder was. Red hair trailing and arms laden with his family's positions, Stanley's teenage cashier, Dan Corduroy’s daughter, brushed past Ford on her way to the kitchen. What was her name?

Ford followed her into the kitchen, “Excuse me.” He said, put out and confused by the girls behavior-was she stealing from his family?- “May I ask what you’re doing?”

“Hmm? Oh, Stan two, good.” She said , not seeming to have noticed him before “I thought I was going to have to pull the vending machine out of the wall. Here, hold these.” She dumped the items she was holding onto Ford, and he scrambled to keep from dropping any of them. For some reason, the Corduroy girl had grabbed a change of clothes for both Dipper and Mabel, an odd-looking support pillow, a mystery novel with a chewed-on pen acting as a bookmark, a plush unicorn that lit up and begged Ford to buy it’s accessories when he accidentally squeezed it, several colorful balls of yarn and knitting needles in three different sizes, and several books on neurology Ford was positive he had never seen in the house before.

“What on earth-“ Ford started to say

“M’kay dude, since you’re still here, I’m guessing that you didn’t watch the debate at all did you?” Dan’s daughter said as she pulled large amounts of packaged junk food out of the pantry. As Ford watched, she seemed to make package after package of cookies, candy, and chips vanish in front of him, tucking them away under her hat or up her sleeve or who knows where.

“Well I- no- you see- ugh, what is going on?” Ford fumbled as some of the items in his grip shifted and started to slip.

The girl walked towards the front door. “Long story short, your family is in the hospital dude.” She said it with such casual ease that it seemed more like a statement about the weather or a sports team. Fords heart skips a beat. “I got sent here to grab some stuff, drag you out of the basement, and bring you over. Now come on, it’s a half an hour to get to the nearest hospital.” The door rings as she pushes her way out.

Ford stands frozen for a moment before charging after her “Hey!” He shoulders the door open, making the screen door rattle and the glass quake in its frames. “What do you mean ‘they’re in the hospital? What happened?”

“There was an accident at the election. I don’t know all of the details, though, I was just sent to get this stuff.” Dan’s daughter pulls open the driver's side door to a strange blue car, leaving Ford to clamber into the passenger seat, thankfully without dropping anything.

A pop and the smell of ozone draws his attention to the Corduroy girl, who had a bundle of wires in each fist. Muttering under her breath, she touched them together, and the car roared to life.

As the car roughly pulled away from the Myster-ahem, Ford’s home, his mind spirals with questions. In a slight daze, he voices the first one that he can

"Who's car is this?" No, that's not what he wants to know.

"Does it matter?" The girl huffs

"No." Ford tries to voice his actual question, ask what he really wants to know, but the words die in his throat, choked by a fear he hadn't felt in a while. Ford desperately wants to ask about his family, are the kids okay what happened who hurt them was Bill behind this how could Stanley let them get hurt, but actually saying the words felt sealing their fate. Asking would mean finding out just how badly they were hurt, would mean solidifying this twisted nightmare into a reality. So he sat in silence as the girl drove them to the hospital with little concern for the rules of the road.

A little over halfway to the hospital, a buzz comes from the girls pocket, startling Ford into squeezing the unicorn again. He gives the small plush a distasteful glare, before looking up at the Corduroy girl. She was speaking into one of those cellular phone devices that Mabel had been trying to explain to him the other day. Fords heart clenched as he thought of his niece, her wide-eyed excitement and incredibly bright smile, and a million things that could have happened to her and her brother racing through his head before the Corduroy girl snapped her cellular device closed and spoke.

“That was Soos. The doctor said that Dipper and Mabel will be fine, just some scrapes and bruises, a sprained wrist and a dislocated shoulder between them.” Her voice was tight as she spoke.

Ford lets out an audible sigh, most of his worry disappointed. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he was with his niece and nephew and could see their injuries for himself, but for now that would suffice. A spark of anger flared in place of the worry. How, Ford wondered did this happen? After all that talk about wanting to keep the kids out of danger, about me being dangerous, could he let them get hurt? “How could Stanley have let this happen?”

“Dude, are you flippin’ kidding me?” The Corduroy girl snapped at Ford. He snapped his mouth shut with an audible ‘click’ as he looks over at her. He didn’t realize he had said that last part out loud. “Stan didn’t just ‘let this happen’, he would never let anything happen to Dipper and Mabel!” The car skidded as they took a corner that they almost missed going faster than they should have been.

Ford was taken aback by the teens outburst and driving, but recovered quickly, cheeks heating up at being reprimanded by a girl who couldn’t be older than sixteen. “Well, he seemed to let quite a lot happen to them over this summer from what the children have told me. Hordes of the undead, gargantuan robots, dinosaurs for crying out loud!” Ford waved a hand through the air as he spoke, counting the dangers as he listed them “He told me not to endanger the kids, and yet how many times have Dipper and Mabel, and the entire town even been out in jeopardy because of Stanley’s reckless and selfish actions? And on top of all that-” The car jerked to a stop, and Ford was thrown against the seat belt. The strap bit into his chest and stomach, cutting him off mid rant. Despite the sudden pain, Ford was actually grateful for the interruption; he had almost told this rash teenager about the Rift. He mentally reprimanded himself for letting his anger get the best of him. It isn’t her fault that this happened. This girl must have some loyalty to Stanley, even if it doesn’t extend beyond him signing her paychecks. She isn’t the one you’re angry with. Save it for Stanley.

“Selfish?” The venom dripping from her tone gave Ford pause. When he looked over at the girl he gripped the items in his lap tighter to keep from reaching for his blaster. I’ve been cornered by bounty hunters that look less terrifying than her. Her fists clenched, and she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say more, but all that came out was a disgusted snarl. In one fluid movement, she scooped the items out of Ford's grasp. With a curt “We’re here.” She kicked the car door opened and slammed it shut behind her. The force of it made the car rock, and Ford was surprised none of the windows shattered.

He sat in shock for a moment, letting his fight-or-flight response dissipate as he processed what just happened. What did I say? Ford wondered, before realizing he was in a car that was most likely stolen and that the thief had left him in it. Ford quickly headed to the hospital, only thinking to lock the car as he stepped into the lobby.

He made it maybe ten feet into the hospital before nearly being knocked to the ground as two small forces crashed into him. Slim arms wrapped around his waist, and he looked down into two sets of watery brown eyes.

“Grunkle Ford!”

“Great-uncle Ford!”

Two shaky voices filled his ears, and he dropped to his knees to see his niblings better. “Kids!” Dippers wrist was in a brace and his hat was missing. Mabel’s campaign sweater was torn and tied around her waist, and one of her arms was in a sling. They were battered and bruised, but they were whole. They were safe. Ford wrapped his arms around them pulling them close and minding their injuries, pure relief and joy swelling in him. Mabel sat on his knee and buried her face in his chest. Dipper wrapped his arms around Ford, desperately clinging to his clothes like a burr. Hot anger flared again, curdling the cool satisfaction of having his niblings safe and in his arms. Stanley how could you let these two get hurt?

“I am so relieved you two are alright.” Ford said into their hair. He pulled back out of the hug a little so he could look them in the eyes. They had both been crying, faces stained with tear trails and smudged dirt, and tears still leaked from Mabels eyes. And Stanley was nowhere to be found. How dare he leave them alone in this state! “Where’s Stanley?” Ford tried his best to keep the bite out of his voice. He hoped he had the self control to take Stanley somewhere the children couldn’t see before giving Stanley the berating he deserved.

Ford wasn’t expecting the responses from the children that he got.

Mabel let out a pitiable wail, throwing herself back into Ford's arms, fresh tears streaming down her face and onto Fords sweater. Dippers lip trembled as he tried to speak, only to follow his sister's lead and bury himself back in Ford's arms.

The feeling of dread stirred in Ford's gut again, this time sharper and harder. He looked up from the children to the man-child handyman -Zeus?- and the cashier girl who had been standing by and watching the three Pines’s. Zeus's shoulders trembled, and Ford saw that his eyes were just as red as the children's, and the Corduroy girl was standing ramrod straight, fists clenched at her sides. “Where is Stanley?” Ford said it with more urgency, panic filling his voice, eyes darting back and forth between the four people around him, wordlessly pleading for an answer.

The Corduroy girl turns, snatching something off of a small table behind her before turning back to face Ford. There's a look in her eyes that Ford can’t place - sorrow or pity with something he can not place woven through it- and she slowly held out a pair of square glasses with thick black lenses. Ford almost thought that they were Stan’s glasses, but then he saw that one lenses had a spiderweb crack marring it. They couldn’t be Stan’s glasses.

Ford snatches the glasses that most definitely are not Stanley’s out of the girls hand, catching his scattered reflection in the carefully polished lenses.

“Dr Pines,” The Corduroy girl spoke, her voice hitched slightly. When Ford looked back up at her, he saw unshed tears hanging in her eyes, small cracks in her collected facade. Her voice is quiet, as if she doesn’t want to hear what she’s saying “Stan is still in surgery.”

#gravity falls #ford pines #grunkle ford #wendy corduroy #soos ramirez #dipper pines #mabel pines #angst #stangst #y'all thought i killed Stan #didn't you?#MADE YA LOOK!#precipice au

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